#ok sorry i like the slow vers better

[owomon]

#ok sorry i like the slow vers better #my art #mlp #mlp infection au #my little pony #infection

[constesplanetarium]

Locked out.

☼⚠︎ Marcus (Yandere! Bartender) x GN!Reader

“𝕀𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖? 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Darkness rating ) 4/10: “A little bruise. Want some ice?”

the reader doesn’t have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like :)

OK SO I ORIGINALLY WASN’T GONNA WRITE A NEW PART FOR MARCUS BUT OMGG I GOT THE SWEETEST COMMENT EVER ON MY ONESHOT VER. OF HIM AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AGAIN!!! <3

this is a pretty slow burn into the yandereness, so… AND I GAVE HIM AN APPEARANCE THIS TIME!!! its only mentioned once or twice if you’d rather use ur own headcanon for him :)

if ur new here. i suggest reading the oneshot ver. of him OR reading the short canons to understand the story a bit better. totally not necessary though!!! you can treat this part kind of as a oneshot too of thats the case :)

P.S, theres a new character around the end!!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ONESHOT: Right here!

CANONS: Right here!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

(CONTENT WARNINGS!!!) Light mentions of rape/SA, and potential ominous/possessive behavior.

Also, there’s a small hook-up scene, so light smut/nsfw ;) If you want to skip it, you’ll know when it ends.

Word count: Around 5.8k (Sorry it’s so long lol)

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Oh, just great. You clutch at the neckline of your jacket and huff in frustration, the air around you suddenly getting colder. You can’t find your house key. Where the hell did it go? It’s not like it ran off your key ring or something. Ugh, you knew you should’ve got one of those digital keypad thingies. That’ll probably be your next purchase, yeah. You heave a long sigh and whip out your phone, getting ready to call management for a spare, or at the very most, a locksmith.

Fuck, but it’s already 11:43 PM. Who the hell can call a locksmith at this hour? And management hours are already long past operational since they close early on Fridays…

Ugh. You might have to crash at your best friend's place in the next building over, but he always tends to get too clingy once you’re preparing to leave. He probably lost the spare key you gave him to your apartment, too. His annoying voice already rings in your head and you raise a hand to your temple, trying to get rid of the thought quickly.

“Uhm.”

Oh my god!

You swivel around to see Marcus, looking extremely shocked at your reaction. His dark brown hair is as fluffy as always, and his glasses are just a little bit crooked. “Oh, I’m sorry!” The small pile of keys around his finger jingles as he waves his hand around in a panic. “I’m sorry, er, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The nerves that were building inside you suddenly calm down once you register that it’s a familiar face, a very welcome one at that.

“What’s wrong?” He peers at you and the door, and his face flashes with recognition. Yeah, you don’t have your house key, Marcus. “Oh.” He starts to giggle like a schoolgirl and you scowl, shoving him lightly. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” A small mischievous smile pops up on his face, and he whips out his house key off the ring, jingling both his key and the others in front of your face. “Wish you had these, huh?”

This guy…

“Ah, wait, I’m sorry, come back!” You turn and start speed walking towards the stairs, ready to spend the night at your best friend's house. Eh, he might have a sleeping bag for you or something. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in his bed again. His pillows are always comfortable. “Hey! Wait!” Your grumpy steps come to a stop as you hear him running after you, pulling you into a tight hug from behind. It’s almost like he’s choking you with the way he’s grabbing you. So tight. “I didn’t mean it…” He dramatically cries out from behind you, making you sigh as you pat him on the arm to console him. He looks down at you. “So, what’re you going to do now?”

You have no clue.

“Hmm… How about you come with me to the bar again?” You peer up at him and smile, knowing that he probably could help you with some of your work too. You wriggle out of his grasp and start to tug on him, and he cracks up at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay.”

The dim atmosphere of the bar has eased your mind by now, and you take a glance around. There are only a couple of customers here now, a group of three, a couple, and a man sitting alone, scrolling through his phone. You’re not surprised, it’s pretty late.

…Why is he working at the bar this late anyway? Usually, his shift starts at 7:30 PM and ends at 11:30. You tilt your head at the sudden question that enters your head, and you watch him clean some dirty glasses with a wet rag. He looks up at you and a smile forms on his face once you ask.

“I was waiting for you to ask that. There's a simple answer, really.” He sets the glass aside and puts the rag in the sink. “I just had to get something from home. I’m working overtime again, as you can see.” He gestures over to the clock on the wall, it displaying 11:57 PM. “I’m here until 1:30 AM again. Just around an hour and a half.”

You take a small sip of the drink he made you, a virgin margarita. Taking a glance at your open laptop, you frown. Lord. That worksheet looks so… Bad right now.

You shut your laptop and slide it back into your bookbag, making Marcus raise his brow. “I thought you wanted me to help you with your work?” Not anymore. You shake your head and rest your head down on the bar table. You’d rather talk to him instead.

After you say that, the short silence between you two gets a little uncomfortable, and you look up to see what's going on. He’s returned to cleaning the glasses, a gentle smile on his face. You find yourself smiling as well and decide to spark up a conversation.

“How was my shift? Ah, better than last time.” He laughs at the memory and sets the glass aside. “Want another drink?” He points to your almost-finished glass, and you nod eagerly. “Anything different?” With a nod of your head, you decide to ask for a sunrise mocktail.

It would be a little embarrassing to admit that you had searched up virgin bar drinks you would like him to make you in your free time, and even during class once. You made a little list and saved it for later, deciding to go over it when he was driving both of you here.

He smiles and bends down, opening the little fridge you know is there and he pulls out a small bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine and orange juice, and some ice. He grabs the grenadine off a shelf behind him and sets everything down. Your mind wanders to the last time you were here, and the shirley temples he made you with the strawberry syrup.

You kind of want it again. It gave the drink a sort of bitter taste, but it wasn’t terrible. It was unique.

“The… Strawberry syrup? You want some?” He gets quieter the more he talks and he looks away, staring at the floor. Confusion fills your head to the brim. Why does he look so happy, but also in shock? Oh, maybe he’s flustered you like the strawberry syrup combo with the grenadine he made? Or maybe they’re all out? “Oh, no, uhm…” He messes with his fingers for a moment. “I don’t know if we have anymore, but I can check.” As he walks to the back, you take another look around the bar. It looks like the couple is getting ready to leave, and the group of three looks extremely tired. You take a glance at the man alone and he’s pouring all of his liquor into a silver flask, glancing at the bar to make sure Marcus isn’t coming back soon. I guess it's a policy that you can’t smuggle alcohol outside, but the bartenders probably don’t care anyway.

You turn back to the bar to see Marcus coming back, with an actual bottle of the stuff. I guess they finally listened to him, huh? “It’s a… Different kind of syrup this time. It’s sweeter, like a lot.” He chuckles and pops the cork off the sparkling wine. “I thought the other one would be too bitter for this drink.” He takes out a tall glass, opens the orange juice, and pours it into the glass so it's half full, and then the sparkling wine. “Grenadine is already pretty sweet, so I’ll go half and half on the syrup too.” He does exactly that, and slowly pours the grenadine in, then the strawberry syrup. The syrup is more… Solid. And brighter in color than it was last time. You can almost smell how sweet it is from here. He slides the drink over to you, and you stare at the pretty ombre effect both of them made at the bottom, just like your Shirley temples.

“If you want, tell me if you want it with the other syrup.” He smiles as you take a sip of the mocktail. The sparkling wine and orange juice mix with each other well, alongside the sweetness of both syrups. It’s good. Really good. It looks like he’s waiting for your rating, standing there, fidgeting his fingers. You smile and take another few sips, giving him a thumbs up. Relief washes over his anxious features and he sighs in delight. “I'm glad you like it.” He rubs his cheek a bit and keeps on glancing between you and the drink. “Uhm, can I ask you something?”

You tilt your head, but nod.

“Are you free on Sunday?” Uh oh. Not Sunday, no. But you let him continue. “We can uh,” He scratches his cheek and fidgets with the buttons on his vest. “We can just stay in my apartment and do some baking. How does that sound?” He bakes?

“Yeah! I uh, I've been working with dough stuff recently. Like cinnamon rolls and biscuits. But my favorite things to make are pies and banana bread.” Oh my god. That sounds so fucking delicious. You get to hang out with him, AND free food? That you get to take home and enjoy? Sign you up.

… Wait. Both of you are already hanging out on Saturday to study, and you’re busy on Sunday with your best friend.

“... Busy Sunday? With what?” He tilts his head at you, and suddenly he looks like a cute puppy. It won’t hurt to tell him, yeah?

“Oh, your best friend? What’re you two going to do?” The bell behind you rings as the couple leaves, leaving just the group of three and the man with the silver flask. As you tell him, you take a glance at your phone to check the time. It’s 12:30 AM. “Coffee shop? Ah, that sounds nice. I hope you have fun.”

…The silence between you two is uncomfortable again. It’s strange, too. As soon as you mention your friend he gets quiet? You look up at him and take a mental note of his expression. Is that anger? Jealousy?

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” He glances around the bar for a few seconds, and then he turns his attention back to you. His eyes have a soft look in them as he looks at you. “How about instead of studying, we bake?” Great idea. Fuck that class anyway. You nod and he laughs a little, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. “Yeah, I hate the class too. The assignments are always so annoying.”

A couple shuffles and clinks of glass make you turn to see the group of three getting up, and getting ready to leave. “Have a good night.” Marcus murmurs as the three take their leave, the bell ringing above all their heads. Ah, now it's just you, Marcus, and that guy. His eyes trail over to the man sitting there, and then he looks back at you. I guess he’s just waiting for him to leave so you both can talk in peace.

“Hmm? Do I want him to leave?” He whispers to you and looks at the man. The man’s drinking away from his flask, staring off into the night from the window next to him. Marcus chuckles. “Maybe a little. It’s always better when it's just us two.” A wink from him is all it takes to send your heart aflutter. You finally finish the rest of your drink, trying to take your mind off your beating heart. He’s always been so charismatic ever since you started talking to him. “Well… Let’s just talk to pass the time faster. Time flies when you’re having fun, you know?”

Both of you chat and whispe, talking about classes to the weather, until Marcus looks away from you. “Have a good night.” He waves to the customer leaving the bar, and you turn instinctively.

You meet eyes with the same man with the flask. He looks around the age of 35, maybe a little older. You can’t see too much from here, but now that you see him standing up, wow, he is tall. Very tall. He looks you up and down for a moment, a smirk appearing on his features. He waves Marcus a goodbye, “You too,” and then you. “Have a good night, sugar.”

You wave bashfully at him as he dips out the bar, with a little ring of the bell on top of the door. You watch him walk to his car, but not without a small mutter from Marcus.

“Weird ass old man.” He hisses and slams a small shot glass onto the table, covering his mouth afterward. “Oh, uh, sorry…” He chuckles, his hand trembling a bit as he pours you a small shot of a sort of tropical, mango rum. You didn’t even ask for one, but eh, you’ll take it. It’s only one anyway.

But, weird? Hmm… You can’t say that the interaction was weird persay, he probably just thought that you were cute.

“He does that to most people in the bar. He’s probably hoping someone will bend over for him and let him fuck them.” He sighs and watches you down the shot, and he picks up the shot glass himself. “I hear him talk about how he likes to do it rough, and how he’ll do it with a girl whether she likes it or not.” Disgust washes over his neutrality and he downs his shot as quickly as you did. “Fucking pervert.” A shiver rises up your spine and spreads all over your body as you watch the man turn his car on and drive off. Ew.

Goosebumps form on your skin and you try to rub them away, but they stay there. He frowns seeing your reaction and walks over to your side of the bar, rubbing your shoulder affectionately. His warmth is so comforting. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head, but rest your hand on top of his, flashing him a smile. “Sorry to uh, put all of that on you at once.” He tries to laugh it off, but still rubs your shoulder. You shake your head in reassurance that he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s probably just a little shock. The only odd part about it was how aggressive he was, but you understand. “Well, now that we’re both alone.” He hums as he heads for the door, locking it up immediately and turning the sign from “Open” to “Closed again. You raise a brow at the sudden realization that if he’s “closing” up early, why don’t you two just head to his place for a little? You wait till he makes his way next to you, sitting down on the stool to your left, and decide to ask.

“Oh. I thought you just didn’t want to, uh, head to my place this late.” Is he nervous to have you over? He keeps on fidgeting with the buttons on his vest as he speaks, but he can keep eye contact pretty well, you suppose. “Are you sure you want to go?” You’re pretty damn sure. You miss the comfort of being in bed. But first…

One last drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Another mocktail?” He smiles and steps off the stool, heading back to the other side of the bar table, and pulls everything out to make it again. As he prepares the drink, you find your mind drifting to that man again. God, what a weirdo. Shivers spread throughout your body as you think about it, and you shake your head lightly, trying to forget the memory. When you turn back to talk to him, the drink is already done and prepared right in front of you. “Boo.” It looks like in the midst of your reminiscence, your head tuned out every noise that he made.

You take a couple of sips as he swivels back around to your side, sitting next to you again. “Finish that drink, and then we’ll go, yeah?” His eyes stay planted on the glass as you keep on drinking, and he laughs. “Let me get a sip or two.” You nod and slide the glass over, watching him take a few sips from the glass. Jeez, he didn’t even turn the glass over to drink from a different spot… Not that you really care, though. It’s just a glass. “Yum.” He licks his lips and sets the drink back down. “Thanks for staying with me for my shift, by the way. I really appreciate it.” Well, it’s not like you could really do anything else, but you smile and nod.

He fidgets the buttons on his vest until, apparently, he can’t take it anymore, and he just starts to unbutton it altogether. He slips it off and places it gently on the table. Oh wow. He has a nice figure, and he does look kind of cute, actually like a puppy.

“... What? Is there something on my face?” He wipes his mouth a little, but you laugh and shake your head. How clueless. “So you just wanna laugh at me instead of telling me what you’re thinking?”

Yep.

“Well, that’s not fair, is it?” He frowns and crosses his arms, glaring at you as he looks you up and down.

… He’s staring down at your thighs longer than any other part. Embarrassment fills your body to the brim as you snap your fingers in his face, then point to yours, like a sort of “my eyes are up here” motion.

“Ah, sorry!” Panic ensues in his face and you can't help but smile. He looks so dumb trying to salvage himself. “I didn’t mean to, uh-” You set a finger on his lips to shut him up, shaking your head. After a few seconds, you don’t even care. In just two weeks of REALLY getting to know him, you’re already so comfortable.

It’s strange, honestly. It’s like you both have been friends for years.

Either way, he can look at you all he wants.

A blush creeps onto his face and he sighs, the embarrassment in his face imminent as his sigh comes out shaky and fragile. “Sorry…” He whispers as you rub his cheek, and you watch him practically melt into your touch. “You’re so warm.” His warm kisses on the inside of your palm spread warm shivers throughout your whole body. He chuckles and keeps rubbing your hand against his cheek. “Sorry, I just, uh,” He’s so cute. “I feel really comfortable around you.” Adorable. He really is just like a puppy. You take the time to run your fingers through his hair with your other hand, and he sighs again. That sounded more like a moan than a sigh, though…

“Can you, uhm…” He groans once you decide to tease him a little, tugging on his hair lightly. “If we really are gonna do something like this,” He shuffles around in his seat, and you have to fight the demons inside yourself to not look down at his crotch. “Should we really do it here?” Do you care? Does he care? He probably doesn’t.

“Do I care?” He frowns at you but shakes his head. “No, no, I, uh, I don’t.” Your hands drag themselves down to his neck as you rub his jawline with your thumb, and you can see him bite the inside of his cheek. He chuckles and looks away from you, starting to fan himself. “Oh wow, it’s kind of hot in here, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, but your hands reach over and start to unbutton his shirt.

He doesn’t make any attempt to stop you in the slightest. “Okay, okay…” While you’re in the middle of trying to unbutton his shirt, he leans in so close in an instant, he’s kissing you so passionately, and grabbing onto the neckline of your jacket. It took you a moment to register what had just happened, but you settled in quickly, and started to kiss him right back. God, are there any cameras here? There probably are. Uh oh. His tongue slips inside and almost distracts you from your thoughts. He can probably delete the footage, right? You slip your tongue against his, and he moans quietly in your mouth, pulling away.

“Sorry, sorry…” He groans softly in your ear. He doesn’t seem sorry to you. In fact, he’s so obviously enjoying this you almost want to laugh.

You hop off your barstool and grab his sleeve, tugging him over to an empty booth. You swing him around and push him down onto the cushions, and his shocked face is almost funny, but more cute. You squeeze through the table and climb on top of him, grinning as you look down at him. This is kinda fun, huh?

His hands reach up to you, one on your neck, one on your hip, and he pushes you down, pulling you in for another kiss. You finally get to admire how soft his lips are, and he parts his mouth open, letting you slip your tongue inside again. He tastes sweet, exactly like your drink. Shock overrides every emotion, just for a moment, once you notice how hard he is, and that both of you are still in the bar, but you forget about it as he pulls away, panting. He looks fucking messed up.

“Isn’t it so cold outside? We shouldn’t leave yet...” He whines, bucking his hips against yours, trying his best not to moan. “Stay with me a little longer. You don’t need anyone else, okay?” Right now, you don’t. You try to stifle a moan as you grind against him, debating whether or not his belt should come off right now. “You really like me, don’t you?”

… Like him? Holy shit, what’re you doing? It’s only a sexual attraction.

Right?

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers down his chest with one hand, and you feel his frantic breathing as his chest goes up and down. You can almost feel his heartbeat. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll get to stay with me forever anyway, yeah? You and me?” There's a strange look in his eyes, almost staring deep inside your whole being, but you disregard it in the heat of the moment and start to take your jacket off, throwing it aside on the table. There’s a small clink of something rolling on the ground, but you don’t care enough to see what it is. “Oh god, I want you so bad, it’s crazy. You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispers in your ear, and your mind registers an almost psychopathic grin on his face, but it must be your mind playing tricks on you. “Just you and me. No one else, ever. I won't, ah, I won’t let it happen. Ah…”

God, you don’t know how much longer this can go on before you do something you might regret. The keyword being “might”.

Oh well. Let's see how long it’ll last, huh?

Awkward. So awkward.

The car ride home is pretty silent. Every now and then, both of you will try to spark up a conversation, but it doesn’t go anywhere. You’re too shy afterward to say anything else.

Ah, maybe awkward isn’t the right word. It’s more... Flustered. Bashful? Not embarrassment. You aren’t embarrassed about what happened in the slightest. You’re only regret is that you didn’t get to have sex, but you wouldn’t go that far in that bar anyway.

You both finally walk up to your door, and he furrows his brows as he looks at you. A small tug on your jacket sleeve makes you take a glance at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night at my place? It’s comfortable, I promise.” Thats… Very tempting. You aren’t even sure if he has an extra bed to sleep on. You shake your head, but thank him for his kindness, deciding that you’ll just spend the night at your best friend's apartment. At the mention of your friend, you see the corners of his mouth twitch, but those corners are suddenly pulled into a smile. “Ah, alright. Do you want me to at least drop you off at his apartment?” Hmm. It would be nice to introduce the two, but maybe later. It’s pretty late after all, so you shake your head. He fidgets with the keys in his hand and laughs a little. “Oh, ah, I’ll see you on Saturday, yeah?” You nod and wave him goodbye as he turns around, waving back to you with his key ring around a finger, and his keys jingle and echo in the hallway.

“Oh, and uh.” You look back up. “Let's continue what we had going another time, okay? It felt… Good. Really good.” His voice gets quiet, but theres a clear smile on his face. He likes it too, huh?

Of course he did.

Your face gets hot, but you nod in agreement and he takes his leave. As soon as he enters his apartment, you whip out your phone, and even though you told him you’re going to spend the night with your friend, you still aren’t a hundred percent sure.

It takes a few minutes of staring at your friend's number, and you finally decide to call, but a bang and a groan at the beginning of the hallway make you turn your head.

“Oh shit, I’m in the wrong apartment building…” Drunken rambling and groans leave the man at the…

Oh! It’s that man from the bar!

Wait, what the hell? Did he follow you here? Are you fucking kidding me?

Yuck.

He looks up and sees the recognition in your face, but it takes him a few seconds and a squint to realize who you are. “Oh... Ohhhh! It’s that person from the bar!” He drunkenly laughs, but then stops and gets a good look at your situation. “What’s wrong? Can’t get into your apartment?”

You nod slowly and raise a brow as he starts to stagger his way over. As he gets closer, you can smell the strong mix of cologne and liquor all over him, and you tense up subconsciously. He towers over you, but slouches himself over to talk to you better. His light brown hair is all messy, and there's a small, dark stain on his shirt, from what you assume to be a small spill of liquor. It looks like his hair is a bit longer in the back, too, giving it a sort of wild look. His eyes are mismatched, one with a beautiful, light shade of hazel, and the other a darker shade of the same color, so much so it’s almost pitch black. “Left your keys inside, huh?” His voice is a bit raspy, and you can definitely smell the alcohol on his breath. You didn’t even notice it at first, but he’s holding the silver flask in his right hand. “What happened to your little boy toy at the bar? Can’t stay with him?” A hiccup suddenly leaves him, and he clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You can’t help but keep your guard up around him, and take a step back.

He raises a brow. “What’s wrong, sugar? Oh, I see.” His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You think I’m a pervert, huh?” He leans against the wall and pops open his flask, taking a small swig from whatever's inside. “Didn’t follow you here if that’s what you’re thinkin’. Honest.” Just because he says that, doesn’t mean you can’t have your own suspicions. “Want me to leave? Or do you need some help with that door right there?” He beckons his flask over to your door knob. You cross your arms defensively and feel a frown form on your face. What the hell does he want?

… Wait, help? He can help?

“Yeah. Want me to open that for you?” His words slur together, yet he still seems pretty comprehensive for the most part. You don’t say anything, and just tilt your head a bit at him. “What, you gonna call a locksmith or something?” He scoffs and kneels down at the door lock, taking a good look at it. “They’re gonna charge you double since it’s so late at night. Good luck trying to find one that's not asleep.” He peers back up at you and beckons to the lock. “Want me to take a crack at it, sugar?”

You’d rather not let an alleged creep break into your house for you, but damn, you’re so tired, you don’t want to bother your (probably) already sleeping best friend, and you miss your bed… Plus, if he was going to do anything, he’s already had ample time to do just that.

You nod eagerly, and he gives you a toothy grin. You take quick notice of his gold fang. “Yeah? Gimme a sec.” He pulls out a small pick and tension wrench from his pocket, slipping the flask back inside. He starts to hum an old tune you don’t recognize, and you raise your brow as he starts to work on your lock. Why the hell does he just have those in his pocket?

“Oh, me?” It looks like he can multitask pretty well, with working on your lock and talking to you. “Oh, well… Promise you won’t tell the police?”

What the fuck? You scowl, getting ready to rip his arm off your doorknob, but then he suddenly laughs at your sign of aggression.

“Kidding, kidding. I used to break into my old high school’s cafeteria for snacks with my friends. And the janitor's closet.” This guy looks way past high school age, so how the hell does he still know this skill? “I liked breaking into the teacher's desk too. I used to cheat by stealing test answers, you know?” Is it muscle memory? “And now I like to break into women's apartments too… Take their shit or whatever, like a weirdo.” He huffs, and looks up at you for a moment, but you don’t react this time. His jokes are a bit odd. He smiles up at you and wiggles the lock a bit, a small click signifying that his work here is done. He stands up and steps aside, eagerly waiting for you to open your door. You twist the knob and it opens with ease. Despite him being an alleged creep, this man knows his stuff, apparently. Awe plasters your face as you look up at him, an uncontrollable smile breaking out on your face. “I get locked out of my apartment often. I always forget my key at home, or I just lose the shit entirely, and I got tired of calling management, or having to stay at a friend’s house for the night. So I had to whip out the ol’ highschool lockpicking again.” He yawns and scratches at his stubble. “I just saved you probably a solid hundred bucks. You’re welcome.” He waves the pick and wrench around in his hand, and then slips both back in his pocket.

…He doesn’t really seem like a creep, and it didn’t take you too long to feel at least sort of comfortable with him. Maybe Marcus was wrong? As he turns around, on an impulsive whim, you dig into your pocket for your wallet and dig out a solid fifty, running up and tapping him on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” His whole body flinches as you smack the fifty in his hands. He frowns. “The whole point of me picking at your door was so you don’t have to lose any money.” The fifties suddenly back in yours. “I don’t want your cash, honey.” You wave the fifty in his face, giggling to yourself at his grumpy expression. He groans and takes the fifty, folding it in half. “Fine. If it’ll make you stop wagging that shit in my face.” He stuffs the fifty in his pocket, the same one with his tools inside and he brings his flask back out, taking a fat swig from it. What’s inside it anyway?

“Vodka.” He shakes the flask around, as the vodka inside sloshes and echoes around the bottle. He brings it up towards your face, and you wince at the strong smell. “Usually I mix it with strawberry lemonade, but I was extra exhausted today from work.” He rolls his eyes at the thought of his employment, and stuffs the flask into an empty pocket. “Just ended up asking for pure vodka to get me drunker.” Both of you are quiet as you get a good look at each other for a few seconds, since neither of you are sure what to say. Unexpectedly, he chuckles, followed by a small hiccup. “Thanks for the fifty. Probably gonna spend it on alcohol and cigarettes, though.” You giggle and shake your head, not sure whether or not to approve his future purchases with the fifty. Eh, he can spend it on whatever he wants. It’s his money now, I guess. “Have a good night, sugar. If you need me,” He starts to walk away, but then hiccups and clears his throat. “Pretty sure I’m two apartment buildings that way. Room 304.” He points to the right.

He’s “pretty sure”? You find yourself chuckling quietly at the absurdity of the situation, as you step into your apartment. You still need to ask management for a spare, if it’s not anywhere around your house. Luckily, your best friend has a spare, so you can just take that for the time being when you see him. Unless he lost it again, ugh. He’s on his, like, third spare by now.

… Wait. What the hell is his name? The locksmith wonder. All of a sudden, you have so many questions for him, and you turn back to the hallway to ask, but by the time you do so, he’s already gone.

For some odd reason, you hope you get to see him again. But for now, wow, you need to sleep. Bad.

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𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I throw my keys onto my sofa, snatching my bookbag off the cushions and ripping open the zipper. It doesn’t take long to find the key I hid deep down in it, and I stare the ridges of it in admiration. I don’t need to lockpick their door anymore, thank lord. It was becoming a hassle trying to avoid people seeing me. Luckily, there’s only a camera at the entrance of the hall too, so it’s not like security is gonna come banging on my door.

I get down on my knees and lay my head down on the sofa, trying to hold my excitement in. No fucking way that all just happened. I got to touch them, touch them everywhere. And to kiss them, their lips, oh…

My breathings become frantic, but no one else is here. It’s just me. I bite my cheek to try to distract myself from the blood rushing to my cock. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, keep it together.

Why do I care so much? They’re not here to see me right now, it’s just me. Yeah, me.

My heart beats pounding in my ears. My head. It’s kind of sickening, but I can’t stop. The way their body felt in my hands, oh my god. I was trying my best to keep it together. Did they see through me? No way.

I wish I got to have them over. Would we have had sex if so? I wish.

I’m still dreaming about that, but just for right now, this is enough.

i hope u enjoyed this one :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #male oc x reader #male oc #jealous yandere

[shoechoe]

ok this is real long and rambly im v sorry !! i jus wanted to talk abt music as well heh,, i loved reading ur music commentary under the tag game !! (hehe. i tag u rlly often cuz. i hav this secret inner mechanism where if a mutual tags me in anything *once* ill tag that mutual in literally everything if i remember/if prompted. tis how i roll) tho fr ur segment abt 20 min prog rock songs was so damn accurate. it rlly reminded me of pink floyd's "dogs", king crimson's "lizard" (not the album itself but moreso the sort of. i guess mashup shit they do. another prime example of this is moonchild (including the dream and the illusion), or the devil's triangle. which is honestly more nervewracking rather than boring i guess. JDEVGAVEAHDHGEAVHGAEVDGEVDG. hell ost i guess. w lizard ive listened to it so many times and while it does hav a multitude of lyrics DAMN those 23 minutes are painstakingly longgg ! i guess im a lil biased cuz u know ive played it too often. tho it does hav some v beautiful parts... ! i think a prime example of what u hav mentioned abt prog rock was w king crimson's one red nightmare. it has a cool part and then its jus. Instrumentals after and it gets kind of boring. at least the drums r p damn good!! or u know to some of comus's songs (which isnt prog rock but its prog folk. same damn thing where the songs are INSANELY long and can sometimes b rlly boring in certain portions), some prime examples being their song the herald (only 12min long. but mannn sometimes w prog rock or prog folk they make 10+ min songs feel like HOURS. but its also v mesmerizing!! or drip drip which. holy hell is an AMAZING song but theres this one part thats insanely fucking boringgg YAWN. its a nice break before the very chilling lyrics nearing the end but. come on now!) but yeah. i jus wanted to ramble bc i rlly need to get to listening to kc's entire discography as well. idk what u've listened to jus yet but some song recs if ur inchrested or havent listened to them already... could also apply 2 some of ur followers if they read this long ass ramble. this ask is a 20+ min prog rock song at this point: formentera lady, islands, the letters, ladies of the road, pictures of a city, moonchild, cirkus runthrough / lady of the dancing water (alt take) (why this one? it jus sounds better imo. lady of the dancing water is very very beautiful), thela hun ginjeet (this one is very fun and catchy), the sheltering sky, frame by frame, matte kudasai (VERY soothing), ummm.. dr diamond (live. i wish there was a more high quality ver somewhere), cadence and cascade, book of saturday, probably some more i forgot abt !!!!!! top 5 songs on their spotify also slap (obvs everyone and their mom already knows those songs id imagine! tho for new listeners those r bangers. esp starless.). if u wanna get REAL scared u should listen to da devil's triangle. (exaggerating but its quite diff from what *ive* heard. like hollyyy hell they set the mood down so so so so so well)

I appreciate the extra depth in the commentary- it is thoughtful. (I also appreciate the tag games.)

I agree that progressive rock is a very alluring and simultaneously often frustrating genre as someone who tends to be a fan of it. I consider it the musical equivalent of a sit-down meal; it requires a lot of patience and is best for when you have the time to just appreciate and drift off to it.

Progressive rock is usually lengthy, often slow, very experimental, and tends to utilize a lot of improvisation; as a result, you end up with a lot of songs with pieces that work extremely well, but you do often have to sit through a lot of parts that you just don't care for. Having music be a test of patience is understandably just not for everybody.

I find that my favorite progressive rock songs transform into feeling more like journeys rather than typical musical experiences. I consider Echoes by Pink Floyd to be my favorite prog rock song (and one of my favorite songs in general) for this reason. I end up enjoying the long middle portion entirely made of odd, unnerving, very non-"musical" sounds, because the entire song feels like you are trekking through something strange and unknown.

The slow transition with the buildup of the main tune's return at the very end of the middle portion feels almost like a phoenix rising from the ashes, or the reward at the end of a long journey- I hope that doesn't sound cheesy, lol. I enjoy sometimes playing Echoes at nighttime while I'm lying in bed, and I believe that is the absolute best time to play it. It ends up being a very moving experience for me and it really highlights the great potentials of progressive rock.

Thank you for the recommendations- I'm planning to listen to everything, anyway, but I'm sure any of my followers looking for music recs will appreciate it. King Crimson gets a lot of praise from music enthusiasts, but it doesn't seem as well-known among the mainstream as other progressive rock like Pink Floyd, for example.

#asks #mutuals (epic) #music #king crimson #pink floyd #shoe talks a lot #long post

[ratg0r3]

p1x reader/crust punk ver 1.2

okok ok ok i got some more of it done and the grammar is better, eat up fuckers /lh

"That'll be $10.95." I say in my barely awake tone, trying to make it through the next five minutes so I can finally clock out. The tall ginger nods and pulls out his wallet, its barely a wallet anymore with how its falling apart. He has become one of the regulars, at least for my shift. Getting the same pack of cigs every month, only thing different is the amount of lighters this bastard goes through.

If I were asked to give a number on how many cigarettes he buys a month, it'd be around six. "Here, $11…" He says quietly, bringing myself back to reality. Holding out the two bills in front of me, I ring up his items: a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Giving him back a nickel in the process. After the transaction was complete, he grabbed the items and shoved them in his pocket before turning the corner and exiting the store.

Sighing after a deep breath, I look around; there's nothing to clean up tonight. The night-shift guy comes from the back of the store and walks up beside me behind the counter. "Slow night, lets hope it stays that way through my shift too…" I nod and pat the counter, not really wanting to stay and chat. "Well, it's time for me to head out. See ya-" After clocking out for the day, I step outside the store and close my eyes as my head tilts up. Taking a deep breath in, I look to the right. The ginger regular was there leaning against the wall. Listening to something he had playing on his Walkman as he wrote or drew in a small book as he smoked. Walking to the side, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and then check my pockets for my lighter. After a few seconds of searching, I pull one out of my back pocket. Trying to ignite it with the smallest flame, I only found it empty. "Damn…" Trying to play it off and hoping no one saw me struggle with the lighter, I turned to the guy, who was still writing in his journal. Walking over to him, he glances hesitantly back and forth between the book and myself. "Hey, can you give me a light?" I say awkwardly, smiling at him. He nods quickly and shyly as he pockets the pen and book in the inner pocket of his trench coat. He swiftly pulls out the lighter he just bought and lights it. "Here, long day?" he says through his shy demeanor as he pockets the lighter. "Yeah…" I stand next to him, leaning against the store wall, taking a drag of the cigarette and letting the bitter smoke enter my lungs. "So, not to sound intrusive, but why do you buy so many lighters?" I say, trying to make small talk with him. He looks away and thinks for a second before responding.

"I like watching fires. I uhm... have a fire pit behind my house and a lot of candles inside my house too..." he says in a slightly hushed tone. I can tell he doesn't talk much to other people.

"Oh, nice." I respond before we both go silent, just enjoying the weather before the wind picks up. The air starts to become damp and cold, and I take a last drag of my cigarette before putting it out. He does the same by smothering his with the sole of his boot as he sighs. "Well, it was nice meeting you," he says in a low tone.

"Yeah, you too. Hey, thanks for letting me use your lighter. I'll see you around." I say, feeling just a bit more awkward than a few seconds before. I scratch the back of my neck as I smile.

"Hell yeah, sounds nice." A soft, subtle smile appears on his face, and I look up to see my awkward reflection staring back from his shades. Watching as his long hair blows in the wind and the goatee, though slightly untamed, completes the look.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh. I'm sorry, really. I'm sorry. I was staring. Storms are coming. I should probably go." Flustered, I look down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Yeah, we should start to leave. Well, see you!" I see a hand come into my view. Looking up, he has an awkward smile on his face. I reach to shake his hand, and it's firm and strong.

Nodding, he turns away, fidgeting with his Walkman to turn it up. I feel disappointed as he leaves, wanting to stay and chat with him more. Walking back to my car, rain starts to fall. As I get into my car, the rain becomes heavy. I hope that the guy got into his car or got home before it started pouring. Turning the car on, the radio starts to play some music, but I quickly put one of my cassettes into the player, Type O Negative's album Bloody Kisses. As I start to drive back to my house, listening to the music and the rain, the image of the guy slips into my mind. 'Did I even get his name? Shit, I don't think I did. Well lets hope he comes back to the store tomorrow.' I thought as I pulled into the driveway. After gathering all the items in my car and shoving them into a drawstring bag and stuffing it under the seat, I look around before leaving the car. A dingy, rundown apartment complex has old, faded murals covered by amateur graffiti tags, and vines cover the lower parts of the walls. One part of the building has smashed windows; it was from some altercation between an ex, so I've heard. Taking the cassette out of the car radio and back into its case, I pocket it. Once the rain lessened I made my way to the entrance, the inner hallways reeked of old tobacco and the paint was peeling in the weekspots of the walls.  Going to the second floor via the stairs, I made it to my apartment. Checking the hall before opening the door is important because as soon as the door is unlocked, the power to the complex goes out. A loud crack of thunder follows. Walking into the now-dark abode and locking the door behind me, a sigh escapes. "Fucking hell..." I say to myself, using the lighter to find the large DIY three wicked candle on the coffee table. Once I find it and light the wicks the room starts to brighten with the flickering glow of the fire.  Posters line the walls where the paint peels, small piles of trash are scattered around. Hearing footsteps emerge from the bathroom, a groggy roommate enters the living room.

"Why does it have to be that every time a storm comes around, our place gets struck?" Mikey, the roomate says. They are wearing a stained white tanktop and are holding a toothbrush in their hand as they walk to the fridge. "Because this place sucks balls, what do you think? How's everything holding up anyway?" I ask as I sit down on the couch, taking my shoes and hoodie off and placing them to the side. "Oh yeah, we also have to get this shithole cleaned up, but we can do that later." I add. Mikey opens the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and opening it with their teeth. "Well, since we can't do much because the powers are out, we could start to clean up." Mikey proposes as they use the water bottle to raise their mouths out of the kitchen sink. "We need something like an oil lamp."

#postal #postal 1 #postal dude

[junjiie]

OMG I ALMOST FORGOT TO ADD MITSKI SONGS TO THAT REC LIST OK HOLD ON

some of my faves are should’ve been me and brand new city !!! i think brand new city is just so. i love it sm. idk i think you might enjoy brand new city ?? but should’ve been me is 50/50 with your enjoyment bc it isn’t slow, but it is sad ish

ok ok BTBT by AARCADE is a cover of the original song but omg i love the cover better bc of the band elements. the guitar and vocals are 💥💥💥💥

sticking to the theme of rock music, ABC by Polyphia and Sophia Black is also guitar heavy and i love the riffs

neon by one ok rock!!! upbeat and guitar ‼️‼️

OH AND IF YOU LIKE THAT SONG FROM MÅNESKIN I HAVE MORE BC IM ONE OF THE TOP LISTENERS 💪💪 (real‼️‼️ spotify emailed me personally 😽😼) THE LONELIEST by måneskin is good as well as timezone !

stopped watching Family Friendly Gaming just dance videos for this......... (KIDDINGGG im always up 4 song recsHI thank u ily)

should've been me - IVE LISTENED TO THIS ONE BC I USED TO LVOEEE MITSKI. so crazy fun and silly i almost forget what shes saying 😭😭 IM SORRY IT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE

brand new city - THIS KIND OF FUCKS ICL!!!! not a fave but its definitely good ^ ^ ohh and my fave mitski song used to be eric have u listened to it :o

btbt - THE ORIGINAL HAD FUCKING SOULJA BOY ON IT HELLO WHAT THE FUCK? but this ver is kinda good im moving a little..

abc - AINT NO WAY SHE J RECITED THE ALPHABET? icl her voice makes me want to kill myself a Tiny bit im sorry.. but apart from that its good and cool!!!

neon - YUPPPP EVIL CRAZY!!!!!!! GOES HARD I LOVE IT!!! also taka is kind of fine asl........

the loneliest - THIJS THREW ME OFF SO BAD HERLPP the softer parts without the guitar and stuff were giving another love which isnt a bad thing bc that song is rly good!!! I RLY LIKED THE INSTRUMENTAL BIT NEAR THE END/?!

timezone - OKAYYYY!!!!! SING THAT SHIT!!!!! ONLY THING THAT KEEEEPSSP USS APARTTT IS SEVEN THOUSNAD MILELSS 💥🙏😈

#omg bsf can i givwe u some silly oens >_^ jj oldies mix.. #UR TASTE IS SO DIFFERENT I LOVE IT

[wpdariacutnes]

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Me: I will say that all 3 are done because it seems that way to me if it's a little booknote what did they give me if it's a yellowruby/greenruby and supposedly violetruby so all in all, with this fact, you can say that I should give it a different play, because these were still in beta, and then you can say that I improved what I thought was OK, and if I gave it to someone, it would also work out (goodi, it's weird, but when I fixed it, it might get better saved his AU story's code) so just one more thing, because if Goodi decides to do it, he won't be so emotionally (so before goodi gets tired, but I preferred backrown because I agreed with him because he doesn't do backrown, rather than verbally)

but yes, blossom is human and angel is human but it's like the lord of ink and jang ☯️ so sorry goodi but everyone voted for them, these elements and the shot went so you can't do anything yourself sorry these are facts and the fact that girls, it's hard to say the same about your palette colors enifing cheraters solo solo but reddit about it, so I don't know why you're showing me how they are, and it's like a TV, only a handheld one and yes, they are new version, so don't cry like an arigator anymore, because it will hit you, it's true, goodi, it's true (goodi has a teshu that when he does something, it's supposedly his tradicine and sometimes he doesn't study at all, and when kaio is calm, it's a different goodi about kaoi, but he also has teshus sometimes orange tree skandal stereotype going on both hem)

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me: but yes, yelly has a fine spide pixel so I agreed with him that he would give me a note ponds, he just wanted to finish something and I slowed him down (well, because the last ver a yes megaman x3 his slongang) so I gave my note ponds to this new one now

and let me tell you, his note is the way to do it, in a gentler and logical way, take 3 shots of any acocholic and try to do a backflip and look like dys a enifing so enifing been stack so well a never did problem dont get a enifing little bit now get it like see going on but I'm trying to have something on the stand so that I can understand what he did there (because he's also a skraching) so when something happens, I immediately say yelly czeh and lot going on and enifing yes goodi say "yelly you are deam czeh" so yeah enifing more mix after dys so enifing dont understand stand same a be so slomp relly dys take so so deam long and slow a canda demich a enifing plan a wona puding and See a more takes you so long a one seson out a next years or enifing special day a someone freks out

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Offical note: 25.02.2024.r

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#applelili_megaman_ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube

[mlm-writer]

The Kappa Situation (Ray Palmer x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Ray Palmer (The Atom, LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Metahuman Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1915 Summary: You get injured, you get some flashbacks, Ray is a darling angel. Sexy times. Note: Mashed two requests together, then changed some wording to make it gender neutral since gender is sometimes so unnecessary. Uhh reader has the power to manipulate magnetic fields. Oh and a Kappa is a creature from Japanese folklore.  Tags: flashbacks, love confessions, idiots in love, oral sex, and hinted sub!Ray... ok it is kinda there. OH AN NO BETA BECAUSE I AM LAZY 

The ring moved slowly parallel to the metal bar it was around. With brows knitted in concentration, you manipulated the magnetic micro fields around it to move it to the finish without it touching the bar. You just passed your personal record. A smile formed on your lips as you moved it further. That was until the door to your room opened and the sound disturbed your concentration. The edge of the ring touched the bar lightly and a loud buzzer hurt your ears in punishment. 

“Dammit! What do you want?” You turned around to find Ray in the door. He looked at you like a kicked puppy. “Ah Ray… Can this wait? I am in the middle of training.” He frowned. Normally he would have gone already and given you your space. 

“I feel like you’re kind of avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” He tilted his head. It was so cute. You tore your eyes away from him and grabbed the energy shake off the side table. That puppy look was exactly what you were trying to avoid. Dammit there were fairy godmothers and elves and whatnot wandering the timeline. There was no time for your dumb crush. Lives were at stake. 

“No, not at all, don’t worry about it. I just have been concentrating on improving my microfields. You know that if I refine it I could generate electricity right? That skill will be necessary eventually and I don’t want to be the idiot who did not train enough to get us out of regular Legends shenanigans.” You sat down on your bed and took a good swig from the shake, concealing your face with the bottle. 

“Oh… oh yeah ok,” Ray replied and you thought for a moment that he was going to leave you alone. However, he did not move from his spot. You kept on drinking, side-eyeing him. Your eyes raked over the perfect-fit jeans and the dark red sweater he wore on top of it. Oh how he was a champion of hiding his perfect body. When you came to his head, he had his eyes on you as well. You lowered the bottle and cleared your throat. “Can I uh…” Ray started, “God… I just want the truth. I don’t like people not liking me, especially not if I like them very much.” He ran his hands through his hair during his mini-ramble. The dark brown locks stood up in all directions now. 

“I like you too, Ray. I promise, I am not upset with you.” You chose your words carefully as you rose to your feet. Ray caught on your words. He was used to realising that your ‘better’s never meant ‘good’ and your ‘no lies’ did not mean ‘full truth’ either. You wondered when he had learned your loopholes so quickly. 

He walked inside, the door whooshing close behind him and the situation suddenly felt so intimate. “Not upset then… Perhaps disappointed?” You sighed and shook your head. He kept coming closer. “Then… Sad? Are you sad?” You chuckled and shook your head again. “Furious?” Another shake of the head. Another step closer. He stopped walking when there was half an arm’s length between you. He was talking, but you could not take your eyes off his perfect lips. You were so smitten. Dear Lord, have mercy on your soul. 

Inhibition slipped you as you finally looked up at Ray. Your intense stare shut him right up. “Ray Palmer, I have been avoiding you because I’m super into you. Now please leave me alone or kiss me.” No one could shut up Ray Palmer like you. The boy scout with so many words turned into a gaping fish at your words. Since he was not jumping at the opportunity to kiss you, you pointed towards the exit, but he took a gentle hold of your wrist. 

“No, no, I choose kissing… just… can we wait with that? I am pretty sure my breath still smells and I wouldn’t want our first kiss to be… gross… not that… I mean, ha, I am into you too, super into you, super duper…” 

You did not kiss that day. The memory was cut off with a dull ache in your chest. You opened your eyes, squinting at the ceiling. “Where am I?” You mumbled to yourself. There was shuffling and suddenly your boyfriend was in your vision. He was rambling. How typical. “What happened?” You, very intelligently, inquired, cutting through the words with only two of your own. 

Ray blinked at you. “You saved my life, don’t you remember?” As he stared at you with concern, you frowned, trying to remember. 

The kappa ran between the trees and the bushes. Ray was hot on its tail, his smaller size allowing easy navigation through the highly vegetated area. It was a wonder how Japan from the future had dense forests within the city serving as a park. You moved into position near the park’s entrance. You saw the green creature run right past it and you started running parallel to it. The sidewalk was full, even at this late hour. People yelled at you as you pushed them aside. You were just in time to see Ray change back to his normal size and make a jump to catch the kappa. 

He rolled over the sidewalk and right into the street. You sprinted as you spotted a hover car coming right at him. “Ray! Move!” You exclaimed, totally forgetting about your comm. You stopped in the middle of the crossroads and stretched out your arms. The magnetic field repulsed the hover car, slowing it to a stop right in front of Ray. You let out a sigh of relief, before you found yourself off your feet, right before everything went black. 

“Ah yeah, a car. You’re welcome, by the way.” You held your arm out and Ray took it to help you up. He helped you out of the medbay. Apparently you were all good, just bound to be sore with some minor injuries to your rib that Gideon could not fix for you. “Where are the others?” 

Ray was the perfect gentleman as he guided you to your new, shared room. “Still taking care of that kappa. We took it almost to the waverider, but it got away before the hatch was fully down.” You sighed, making a joke about how they were hopeless without you. Once in your room, Ray pulled you close and let you lean against him as he undressed you. You smiled as you smelled the mixture of his deodorant and grime of a long day. You helped him minimally, letting him undress you like a doll. Once you were down to nothing, he pushed you down onto the bed. “Don’t lie down yet. I’ll clean you up a little so you can sleep comfortably.” 

You hummed and let him take care of you. Ray returned shortly after with a bucket of water and a small towel. He was methodical and careful as he wiped down your skin. You closed your eyes and let your head hang back. The second he was done, you carefully lowered yourself down onto the bed, legs still hanging off the edge. Ray walked over to your dresser to get you some underwear. You whistled at him. He looked over his shoulder at you, an unspoken inquiry on his face. “I am naked on our bed and there is no one on the ship. Don’t you want to make use of that?” You winked at him, making him laugh. 

“As much as I would love to - for the record I really, really want to - I don’t think we should have sex with your injuries.” You pouted at him and trailed a hand down to your sex, rubbing yourself slowly, teasingly. “Uhm, uh…” You smirked when Ray was clearly having doubts about his righteous decisions. You saw his eyes follow the path of your fingers. “Just oral? I can do that, you can just lie there.” You failed at suppressing the grin that spread over your face. As he gestured to your body while suggesting you’d just lie there.

You chuckled and beckoned him over with your fingers. “I’ll take anything from you, but please lose your clothing as well.” Ray pulled his black shirt off in one smooth motion. He then unceremoniously pushed his jeans and underwear down together. Ray dropped to his knees like a man about to worship a god. He put your legs over his shoulders, removed your hand and got to work with his tongue. He lapped over you with languid strokes. Your eyes closed and your head fell back onto the bed. A happy sigh left you as his glorious tongue licked up your taste. 

“I love doing this,” Ray announced between licks as if you were not awfully aware of how happy he could be from just servicing you with his mouth. He teased you with only the tip of his tongue, before going back to those slow, long licks. You sighed and put a hand through his soft hair, pulling a little so he would put his lips around your most sensitive parts. Just one tug was all it took for Ray to drop the teasing and just get to work with sucking and licking and moving his head like he would die from a lack of your pleasure. 

You moaned at the sudden spike of pleasure. Your back naturally arched off the bed and you winced at the pain that stabbed through your ribcage. And just like that, the pleasure stopped and Ray was looking you over with saliva still dripping down his chin. “Are you ok? Are you in pain?”

“Yes and yes… You are so adorable,” you sighed as you shifted. “Sorry, could not help myself from moving. Having you suck on me like that is just very good.” You smiled sheepishly at him. Ray nodded and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He told you to relax as he went down again. He put your legs over his shoulders and you were expecting him to go back to what he was doing before, but instead you felt his tongue circle your hole. “Fuck Ray, please,” you whimpered at the idea of his tongue inside you. 

Your boyfriend was nothing if not obedient. He gently pushed his slick tongue inside, fuckign you with it. The pleasure was just as good, just less intense. While it was previously like bullets of pleasure through your body, this was like a continuous stream of pleasure that would slowly send you overflowing. You removed your hand from his head to touch yourself, your fingers gliding easily over yourself with Ray’s saliva still there. You allowed to let all the soft sounds escape you, being free in your expression of pleasure. 

Ray was a champ, who did not stop until he heard you gasp and then a hand landed on your abdomen to steady you as his tongue slid back up to replace your hand. An exclamation of pleasure left your lips, the feeling overruling the slight ache of your injuries protesting against the muscles tensing from your orgasm. You were panting as much as you could once the pleasure subsided. Ray rubbed your thighs for a hot minute, until he got up again. Your eyes were unfocused staring at the ceiling until they eventually closed, your body giving in to the exhaustion. 

#Ray Palmer #ray palmer x reader #the atom #atom x reader #ray palmer x male reader #atom x male reader #ray palmer x gender neutral reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #legends of tomorrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #dc legends of tomorrow #dc legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow x male reader #lemon #dcu #dc #dc x reader #dc x male reader #dc x you #dc x gender neutral reader #dc x y/n #dcu x reader #dcu x male reader #dcu x gender neutral reader

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Don’t: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)

S.S: Heyo, its been a while since posting a story so here you go! BE CAUTIOUS!!! This fic ca nbe ver ytrigger so read at your own risk! Thank you guys hope you all had a wonderful holiday season!

Warnings: !!TW!! cutting, depressive/sucidial thoughts, anxiety, bleeding, needles, MAJOR ANGST and some fluff

Word Count: 1,798

Again, please read at your own risk!! Thank you!!

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The events of Endgame had affected everybody. The loss of Tony, Nat, and Vision, the resignation of Cap, Thor off in space, and Bruce was somewhere in Europe helping develop cures for diseases, everything had changed. There were only a few who stayed around the reconstructed compound anymore. Those few including Bucky, Wanda, Sam, and me. 

It was usually quiet, sometimes Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodes stopped by to see how things were going. Peter always came after school to see if we needed help on missions. T’challa and Shuri always checked in over the video call, same with many of our off-world allies. Valkyrie even checked in every once in a while, per Thor’s request when he couldn’t. It was nice, but nothing would ever be the same, and everyone knew that.

We each had our own ways of coping. The four of us that lived in the compound did our best not to bother each other. Bucky usually locked himself in his room, Sam went on runs, Wanda meditated and I blasted music so loud that I couldn’t hear my thoughts. It probably wasn’t the best way to cope but if it helped, it helped.

It was one of those days where memories flooded and tears fell without a second thought, so I plugged in my headphones and laid back in my bed getting lost in the bass vibrating in my eardrums. I watched the blades of my ceiling fan turn painfully slow while the urge to eat crept on me. I turned to my clock and realized that it was around noon and I hadn’t eaten since sometime yesterday. So I wiped the few stray tears away and managed to roll out of bed, feeling the cold wooden floor beneath my feet.

I pulled an earbud from my ear, even turned the music down just slightly as I walked down the hall. Even though there was plenty of room to spread out the four of us decided to share a hallway, the close proximity giving some comfort in the time of difficulty. It was nice.

As I passed a certain door, the sound of a muffled cry reached my ear. It was Bucky’s door. I understood why it had been so hard for him to lose Steve. He had been Bucky’s anchor in life, and his comforter after the whole Hydra situation. He had to put on a brave face before Steve left to return the stones, knowing that the punk of a friend would stay and live his life. He had to bite back the tears when he saw Steve sitting on the wooden bench, hair turned white from age and skin wrinkled. 

I took a step closer, removing my other earbud and pausing my music so I could hear better, pressing my ear gently against the door. Another strangled sob came from the other side along with a guttural scream. I felt awful, I wanted to check in but I didn’t want to bother him if he just wanted to be left alone. But I went against the latter and gently knocked on the door.

“Bucky? Are you ok?” I asked. The only reply I got was muffled sobs. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. So I knocked again a little harder. “Bucky?” Again, nothing but crying.

I took a minute, maybe he just needed a minute before he answered. So I waited, listening to the pained cries until I couldn’t take it.

“Bucky, I’m coming in,” I called through the door. I turned the knob and opened the door to see Bucky on the floor, sitting against the side of his bed, a throwing dagger in his metal hand, and fresh bloody cuts along his flesh forearm.

“Bucky? What are you doing, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” I closed the door before moving towards him, tossing my headphones and phone onto his bed before kneeling beside him. I took the stained knife from his metal grip, tossing it across the floor to pick up later, and pressed my hand over his cuts to minimize the bleeding causing him to hiss in pain.

“Please, please don’t.” he cried, his metal digits wrapping around my wrist.

“Buck, I’m gonna help you no matter how much you might not want it. I’m not gonna leave you,” I told him, looking into his lifeless blue-grey eyes.

“That’s what Steve said, now he’s gone. How do I know you aren’t lying?” his voice was weak and quiet, scared almost.

“I’m not Steve, I’m not going anywhere. I swear on my life,” My hand still pressed against his bleeding cuts. “But this needs to be a mutual agreement, so you cant leave me either. At least not right now. So I need your help, alright? I need you to work with me here Barnes.”

His gaze was hazy but he nodded and let go of his grip on my wrist.

“We need to get you to the bathroom, and I know I might be strong but your much heavier than you look, no offense.” I smile, trying to bring some light to the situation. Luckily I saw a small smirk form on his paling face before he nodded again. 

I removed my hold on his arm, standing up and reaching my hands down to pull him up, which was successful as he used the bed to help. His left arm wrapped around my shoulder as we shuffled to the bathroom where I set him on the toilet.

I grabbed the darkest washcloth in his cupboard of towels, pressing it against his wrist and placing his metal hand over it.

“I need you to keep the pressure on that, please. I know it probably hurts but you gotta do it,” I commanded gently, squeezing his hand around his arm. He simply nodded as his eyes followed mine lethargically. I continued to look through the cupboards for his first aid kit.

“Top cupboard to the left.” He sounded tired and I didn’t blame him. I had walked in on him sitting in a small puddle of his own blood and the emotional toll this event has all taken on us was more than enough reason to be tired. I opened the cupboard he suggested and retrieved the kit from the shelf opening it quickly and pulling out what I needed.

Even when the blood had been dripping from the cuts I knew some were deep enough for stitches, so I pulled the needle and suture thread from the box, gaining a groan from Bucky.

“I’m sorry but I know those cuts are too deep. It’ll only be a stitch or two and ill make it as painless as possible Buck, you just gotta stay with me.” I replied, looking at him. He replied with a nod as tears streamed down his face. I quickly wiped one away before sending him a small smile and returning to my task.

“Alright hun, we need to clean your arm so I can make clean stitches,” I stated, standing in front of him holding my hands out again to help him to the sink. He took my hands and hauled himself from his position and made his way to sink and began washing the cuts under the running water, wincing at the stinging pain.

Once he was back on his seat, I carefully patted the area dry with the used towel and began stitching the larger cuts. I only paused when Bucky hissed in pain or jerked away after I had pulled the thread through. A chorus of apologizes came from my mouth, and from his.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” his usual stern, strong voice was broken and came out in whispers.

“Buck, you dont have to apologize. It’s alright, life gets hard, it’s only logical to find a coping mechanism. It’s ok hun. It’s not your fault.” I cooed, trying to calm him.

“But I do, I just tried to kill myself because, what? Because I’m sad that my friend left me to be happy? How pathetic is that?” He denied, shaking with anger and sadness.

“It’s not pathetic because it is completely valid.” I began pulling the last stitch tight. “Life gets hard, and you have been through hell and back too many times to count. We have to cope with it somehow and pain can be a distraction, though not always the best option.” I continued looking at his sorrowful tear-filled eyes.  “Steve was your rock, the person you went to with every issue. And now without him, you feel lost and your drowning under the metaphorical waves of life. So your feelings are valid, and your actions were valid, just not the right way to go about it.” I finished as I wrapped gauze and Coban around the fresh stitches.

A moment of silence filled the bathroom as I finished wrapping his arm and cleaned up the supplies that had been used.

“How are you so good at this? Why weren’t you phased?” he questioned, breaking the eerie silence.

“That, my dear friend, is a conversation for another time. You need to focus on yourself right now.” I said with a smile while I watched my hands.

He looked away, down to his bandaged arm flexing his fist as the muscles shifted the bandage.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “For helping me.” His eyes looked to mine, the small spark of hope back in his irises.

“It’s what friends do,” I replied. “Now you need some sleep,” I said helping him from the toilet and leading him back to his bed. Moving my phone and headphones out of his way, he settled onto his bed grabbing the fleece blanket from the foot of his bed and pull it over himself.

I carefully help before grabbing my phone and the knife on the floor and turning to leave. 

“Wait. I-uh- could you stay? Please.” he sounded like an innocent little boy who was scared of the monsters under the bed.

“Ya, of course I can.” I smiled, crawling into bed next to him. I sat with my back against the headboard, Bucky’s head on my lap, and his bandaged arm wrapped over my legs. My fingers found their way through his brunette locks as his breaths became heavier.

“You know you can always come to me,” I said quietly, leaning my head against the backboard. “I’ll listen, always.”

“You can come to me too. Tell me anything and everything,” he mumbled through his tired state.

“Love ya Buck. Sleep well.” I hummed quietly, closing my eyes.

“Love you too Kenz.” he murmured quietly before the room was filled with soft snores from both the soldier and me.

Things might not go back to how they were but they will get better.

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THanks for reading. IF you ever need someone to talk to if you ever have thoughts like these dont be afraid to send me a message! Im alwasy willing to talk through lifes troubles with soemone if it helps them! Also know that there are hotlines that you can call! 

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[mizutoyama]

HPHM OTP Playlist

(Inspired by @drinkyoursoupbitch​ & @carewyncromwell​ )

Alice Beaumont x Charlie Weasley

It’s a long one... Sorry 😅(Been writing down songs that reminded me of Charlie and Alice’s relationship and its evolution for some time now...)

The order, while not perfect, is important. We start with Charlie realizing his feelings for Alice, followed by Alice’s own (very) slow realization, them dating through highs and lows, them breaking up, after the break up, until they finally find their ways toward each other again.

You came into my life

And I thought hey

You know this could be something

Two Is Better Than One (Boys Like Girls, Taylor Swift)

Oh I feel overjoyed

When you listen to my words

I see them sinking in

Overjoyed (Bastille)

Hey Juliet

I think you're fine.

You really blow my mind

Maybe some day you and me can run away.

I just want you to know.

I wanna be your Romeo.

Juliet (LMNT)

I remember the day we first met

The shy smiles and the spilling sunlight

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

Neverending story (Stray Kids)

She watches the sunset slip out of sight

She points to the lilacs in bloom

Her eyes filled with wonder

And my eyes they do the same

Just looking at her face

Looking at Her Face (Tyrone Wells)

What could a guy like me

Ever really offer?

She's perfect as she can be

Why should I even bother? 

She’s so High (Tal Bachman)

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

Enchanted (Owl City)

I think you're pretty

Without any makeup on

I think you're funny

When you tell the punchline wrong

Teenage Dream (The Rescues)

New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be

True, that he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Something There (Beauty and the Beast)

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow

A Thousand Years (Christina Perri)

You might need time to think it over

But I'm just fine moving forward

I'll ease your mind if you give me the chance

I will never make you cry, c'mon let's try

Beautiful Soul (Jesse McCartney)

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm

So this is love

So This Is Love (Cinderella)

'Cause lovers dance when they're feelin' in love

Spotlight's shinin' it's all about us

It's all about us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt but

It's all about us

All About Us (He Is We)

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

Halo (Beyonce)

You've got me seeing stars brighter than ever

Shining just like diamonds do

I know that in time it could be all ours, brighter than ever

Your love is such a dream come true

Seeing Stars (Børns)

You’re already in my radius

My eyes are already a pair of binoculars

Other guys are outside my vision

Only you are growing bigger

Adrenaline (Girls’ Generation -TaeTiSeo)

As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine

And I know he's no stranger

For I feel I've held him for all of time

Ordinary Day (Vanessa Carlton)

It's a new world it's a new start

It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day it's a new plan

I've been waiting for you

Here I am

Here I Am (Bryan Adams)

I've got somewhere I belong

I got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

What Dreams Are Made Of (Hilary Duff)

You're the fire and the flood

And I'll always feel you in my blood

Everything is fine

When your hand is resting next to mine

Fire and the Flood (Vance Joy)

Do you feel the lightning inside of you

Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Don't look down

Up this high, we'll never hit the ground

Don’t Look Down (Martin Garrix)

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say

You're OK with the way this is going to be

Must Have Done Something Right (Reliant K)

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

A Whole New World (Aladdin)

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forté

I Do Adore (Mindy Gledhill)

She calls me sweetheart

I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark

And she watches the sun

But she's the only one I have my eyes on

I Must Be Dreaming (The Maine)

And Edison would spin in his grave

To ever see the light that you gave

Don't wanna take it nice and slow here

Don't wanna waste a minute more dear

Warmer Climate (Snow Patrol)

There's something about you I can't describe

If only you could see yourself through my eyes

There is nothing I won't do to show you why

You cannot hide, you're simply one of a kind

Something About You (Lucius)

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss

Everyday I love you more and more

Come What May (Moulin Rouge)

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

As Long As You’re Mine (Wicked)

Make your fingers soft and light Let your body be the velvet of the night Touch my soul, you know how Andante, andante Go slowly with me now

Andante, Andante (Mamma Mia 2)

You be the Beast and I'll be the Beauty, beauty

Who needs true love as long as you love me truly.

I want it all, but I want you more

Wonderlands (Natalia Kills)

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)

You're the reason that I feel so strong

The reason that I'm hanging on

Mess is Mine (Vance Joy)

There comes a time you need to let me know

We'll fight your demons

When they start to show

Circles (As Tall As Lions)

And when you're needing your space

To do some navigating

I'll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz)

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

'Cause oh that gave me such a fright

But I will hold as long as you like

Just promise me we'll be alright

Ghosts That We Knew (Mumford & Sons)

I don't want to talk right now

I just want your arms wrapped around

Me and this moment before it runs out

Eavesdrop (The Civil Wars)

You're a wreck and you know

You've got me wrapped around your finger

Like a boy tangled in vines

But I've figured you out

Daisy (The Maine)

You tell me all the things you do

Tell me that it's up to you

Crying in the peaceful night

Telling all the things you hide

But out there in the future

Maybe you're the rainbow

A Song About Love (Jake Bugg)

All I want is to keep you safe from the cold

To give you all that your heart needs the most

May I (Trading Yesterday)

Tell me that you'll stay

Even when I'm far away

My voice will carry through

Until the end it's me & you

We can make it if we try

Silhouette (Active Child)

Pain or tears, let's change them into stars.

Light a light that will shine on our tomorrow.

Though we may waver now and then, let's do this together;

We'll find that forever, glittering brightly with stardust.

Let it out (Miho Fukuhara)

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams

I think I might totally be lost

The Girl (City and Colour)

I don't know where you're going

And I don't know why,

But listen to your heart

Before you tell him goodbye

Listen to Your Heart (DHT)

Can I embrace you one last time?

Can I bid farewell for the last time?

Just please don't forget those loving, happy memories

Driving Me Crazy (Master’s Sun)

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

If I was a burden to you

If I was a baggage

I should’ve left you earlier, I’m sorry

Happy (2NE1)

It's been seven hours and fifteen days

Since you took your love away

I go out every night and sleep all day

Since you took your love away

Nothing Compares to You (Stereophonics)

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'

And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's

All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses

Littlest Things (Lily Allen)

You said this was all for me

Like a lie, you coldly turned around

Why? Why? You’re gone away

Come Back Home (Unplugged Ver.) (2NE1)

The time when anything made us happy

Looking at each other

You were my strength

When you trusted me

LUV (Apink)

I will miss you the more I erase you

I will shed more tears than today

Like fate, I won’t ever have anyone like you

Good bye my love (Ailee)

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

The Reason (Hoobastank)

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Let Her Go (Passenger)

I tossed and turned in the end

With no one to talk to

I searched again and again

But I never found you

Up All Night (Owl City)

You didn’t say anything, and it was over

I didn’t say anything too, that was our end

The past was still clear

MILK (f(x))

But now the sun shines cold

And all the sky is grey

The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears

And all I wish

Is gone away

To Wish Impossible Things (The Cure)

Et au sud de mes peines j'ai volé loin de toi

Pour couvrir mon cœur d'une cire plus noire

Que tous les regards lancés à mon égard

J'ai tenté de voler loin de toi

C'était salement romantique (Coeur de pirate) (Decided not to put the translation ‘cause the one I found was bad.)

Don’t look back and leave

Don’t find me again and just live on

Because I have no regrets from loving you,

so only take the good memories

Haru Haru (Big Bang)

Even if you easily turn away,

easily get farther apart

I know I won’t easily forget you

If you see me, still the same, still like this

You will call me a fool

And One (Taeyeon)

The one person who appears even when I close my eyes

The person who is next to me even in my dreams

Do you even remember me?

Do you even think of me?

I miss you, please

The One Person, You (Jessica)

It's always times like these

When I think of you

And wonder if you ever think of me

Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong

Living in your precious memory

A Thousand Miles (Vanessa Carlton)

Come up to meet you

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

The Scientist (Coldplay)

I just wanna love you again

Please come back to me girl

We just broke up but we need each other

Come back to me, you feel the same way

Wanna Love You Again (2PM)

Tired of being tangled in this mess and I

I'm ready to wish you the best tonight

Let me let you go

Let Me Let You Go (Namie Amuro)

Whoever I'll be gazing at, whoever I'll be spending time with,

a day when I can forget you won't come

I'll keep loving you in my heart,

but we can't be together anymore

Cause life's no love story

Love Story (Namie Amuro)

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been

Think of Me (Phantom of the Opera)

Now she's here shining in the starlight

Now she's here suddenly I know

If she's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

I See the Light (Tangled)

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads

When mine is the heart and the soul of the song

There may be lovers who hold out their hands but

He'll never love you like I can

Like I Can (Sam Smith)

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

Say Something (A Great Big World)

If I would have known that you wanted me

The way I wanted you

Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart

But right here in each others arms

Almost Is Never Enough (Ariana Grande)

Why kiss another frog

You're the only one I want

It's obvious, Why can't you see?

Wontcha Take me to the place we used to meet

A Place Called You (Emma Stevens)

Can we start it all over again, this morning?

I lost all my defenses, this morning

Won't you show me the way it used to be?

Morning (Beck)

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

I will love you unconditionally

Unconditionally (Katy Perry)

If you’ve gotten this far, congrats! And thank you! While this playlist has many songs, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

#charlie weasley x alice beaumont #alice beaumont #charlie weasley #otp playlist #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #jacob's sibling

[vadaschiquita]

Chiquita | Ch. 12

Chapter 11

Mariana couldn’t see.

She could hear Nevada grumbling, but she couldn’t see him.  “Chiquita,” she heard his struggle and she turned at the sound of his voice.

“Vada?” she swallowed, thick and dry against her throat.  “Va—Vada, no te veo. Where are you?”

Nevada could hear the fear in her plight and he hung his head, straining against the handcuffs on his wrists.  “Mari, just—just stay still,” he whispered.  “Just stay still, ok?”

Mariana furrowed her brow at Nevada’s response and it was when she felt the soft fabric against her forehead.  She took a sharp intake of breath, tugging her arm in order to remove whatever fabric was covering her eyes when the rattling of the cuffs caused her to mewl.

Nevada growled, yanking harshly at his restraints when Mariana recognized Ricky’s indistinguishable huffed laughter.  “Qué patético te ves, Trujillo,” he mocked.  “You know, for someone who has control over half of Manhattan, putting you in cuffs was really easy.”

“Yea?  ¡Canto de hijo de la gran puta!  Take me out of these a ver if you’re gonna be as lucky the second time around!” Nevada yanked at his restraints.

“Ricky, let him go.  He has nothing to do with this!”

Ricardo pulled Mariana’s blindfold off, causing her to squint at the sudden glare of light hitting her eyes.  Ricardo hadn’t changed, he was just as she remembered him: tallish, dark eyes, blondish hair, and that impeccable jawline that in the end had made her fall for him.  Except this time, she felt no type of attraction or even fear towards him.  She felt... sorry for him and she smiled at the thought, but now was not the time to bait him.  Not while she was sitting in front of him completely unhinged and ready to do God could only know what.

She glanced past him to gaze at Nevada kneeling in his spot as he yanked on the cuffs that were attached to boating rope to the wall.  There was no escaping this situation.  She huffed his name and Nevada lifted his head towards her direction.  Mariana immediately noticed his bloodied face and beard as tears sprung to her eyes.

“Oh, how cute.  You, crying for your little thug,” he snarled, delivering a careful slap across her face.  Not hard enough to break skin, but powerful enough to echo against the walls and sting.

“¡Cabrón!  ¡Te voy a matar!” Nevada struggled against his restraints, attempting to get up, giving all the satisfaction Ricardo sought in his struggle.

“Ricky,” Mariana called for him.  “Ricky, let him go.  I—I’ll go back to Miami with you, just… don’t hurt him.  Please,” Mariana’s tears had fallen like a silent torrent down her face.

Ricardo had her where he wanted her.  He wanted her back.  He needed her back.  For whatever Machiavellian reason, he wanted her by his side.

“Chiquita—”

Ricky turned with gathered force, landing his fist against Nevada’s jaw.  Mariana yelped, feeling the sudden rush of movement in her belly, gasping for air as she lunged forward to Nevada’s aid to no avail.  The splatter of fresh blood coated the floor near Nevada’s knee and the fresh saliva coating Ricardo’s bottom lip gave notice to the grand satisfaction coursing through his body.

“This will teach you,” Ricardo intoned, “to never leave me again, to do as I say, and to love me like I deserve,” he finished, spitting at the ground near Mariana.  He fisted his hand in Nevada’s hair, yanking to bring his head back, and utilizing his other hand to remove his blindfold.  “I want you to watch as I take his life.”

“No!” she shouted, tugging at her arms.

“Mami,” Nevada placated.  “Take care of my gordita, ok?”

Mariana hung her head, giving it a subtle shake as her shoulders shook with silent sobs.  She sniffled loudly, lifting her gaze to Nevada’s unwavering one.  Her lip trembled, yet her eyes never wavered as she saw Nevada’s life slowly escape his eyes.

The guttural sound she made would forever haunt Nevada, because even as his life slowly slipped away, his senses were still intact.  His blood was everywhere, he could feel it filling his throat, but he didn’t want the last thing his eyes saw to be the pain and sorrow in his Chiquita’s eyes, he wanted it to be the memory of her filled with his child’s life…

Mariana sat up quickly in her bed, sobbing, and with the lingering ring of her ears as Nevada rushed into the room to her side.  She was disoriented, confused for a moment at the sight of Nevada by her side.  It had all been so real.  It had all felt so real that the heat of Nevada’s hands against her cold face seemed nearly impossible.

Nevada shook her cheeks, “Chiquita!”

“He—He killed you,” she said without preamble.

Nevada sighed, resting his forehead against hers, “What was it this time?”

“He slit—He slit your throat,” she whispered, willing her galloping heart to an easy trot.  She closed her eyes, shielding the tears behind her eyelids.

The nightmare had been the same for the past weeks, only a few things had change.  If it wasn’t her belly being cut open, it was Nevada’s throat, or maybe it was a bullet wound, or several bullet wounds.  For the past weeks, she dreaded the night, because she had no peace.

“Mari,” Nevada sighed.  “Why don’t you go to a doctor for sleeping—”

“I’m not taking sleeping pills, Nevada.  No empieces con lo mismo, por favor,” she finished, shaking her head out of Nevada’s grip.

“Ok.  Ok,” he conceded, standing from the bed.  “What can I do, huh?”

“Don’t leave,” she quickly added.

Nevada puffed.

This had been an ongoing argument between the two since the nightmares begun.

Nevada wanting to take away her pain and Mariana not wanting to submit and put their child in danger had proven to be equally as frustrating for the both of them.  Mariana, a logical woman, nimble in her wit and smarts understood that Nevada only wanted the best for her, but after coveting a child for as long as she had and later on succumbing to the fact that it would never happen due to her abuse was doing nothing of the sorts to risk losing her child.

Nevada knew that his Chiquita wouldn’t be able to rest as easily and peacefully as she once had until he had eliminated the threat that haunted her.  He wanted nothing more than the son of bitch begging and pleading for his life.  Nothing would bring him greater satisfaction.

“Chica,” he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.  “Chica, I’m doing this for you.”

Mariana scoffed.  “No,” she said, shaking her head in tandem.  “You’re doing this for you,” her hand had risen to point a finger at the center of his chest.

Nevada closed his eyes, swallowing the rising anger threatening to topple over.  She’d been right… again!

Nevada knelt between her legs, placing his hands at either side of her now bulging stomach, resting his forehead on the stretched fabric.  He sighed, fisting Mariana’s shirt in his palms.  He daren’t say it.  He couldn’t, but he felt it.  Felt the love overflowing and covering every firing neuron in his mind.

Mariana was in his mind from the moment she left the apartment until the moment she came back, and if he wasn’t there already waiting for her return, she would live within his thoughts until they shared a common place once again.

He pressed his lips to her protruding belly, needing to find something to occupy his mouth with, so a kiss to where his child currently lived would have to do for now.  “Lean back,” he lowly said, feeling Mariana sigh with what he thought could be relief.

Mariana scooted towards the center of the bed, lifting over her head the t-shirt she wore.  Between the nightmare and her hormones, she had worked up a sweat and knowing the request that had came from Nevada, she would most likely not find a cooling moment anymore.

Before climbing in behind her, Nevada removed his black tank, wanting as much contact as possible.  He moved aside her hair, letting the pads of his calloused fingers travel the smooth skin of her shoulder causing gooseflesh in their wake.  He pressed his lips to the erupted skin, having his other hand travel up the sinuous feel of her hip just as he delivered a careful nip to her flesh.

Mariana sighed, letting herself relax, and be lulled by Nevada’s touch.  She felt the scruff of his beard gain momentum towards her neck, where his lips rested momentarily on her jaw.  The hand at her hip traveled upwards, gently cupping her abdomen.  She shivered at the feel of his hand perusing her skin, the mild roughness of his beard against her neck, and the supple feel of his lips on her cheek.

“Vada,” she whispered breathlessly once she felt Nevada’s hand creep from her stomach towards her chest.

Nevada shushed her, bringing his mouth closest to her ear.  “Déjate llevar, mami,” he said in a low growl, squeezing at her breast.

Mariana mewled, closing her eyes, and pushing her ass into Nevada’s pelvis.  He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes momentarily to force himself to think about something else other than the way she was reacting to his pleasurable touching.  He knew better than to try and take advantage of her in her vulnerable state.  To other women, sure, but not to her, not to his Chiquita; he valued her far too much to ever hurt her that way.

Nevada just wanted her to forget what her subconscious had subjected her to a couple of minutes back.  He wanted her to be reminded that he was alive and pressed against her body, he wanted her to know and fall asleep with the memory of him on her body.

He could hear the way her breathing had picked up and he could feel the speed of her heart against his palm, and against his better judgment, he kissed her cheek tenderly, sighing soundly as he removed his hand from her breast.

Mariana licked her lips, turning her head to find Nevada’s mouth with hers.  The kiss was slow, fully considered, and not impulsive.  They both took their time and when Mariana leaned her forehead against his the threat of the most powerful and serious confession was at the tip of her tongue.

She was scared of admitting her love to Nevada.  She was scared of what would happen next in their relationship once she said it.  And, it’s not that she was waiting for him to say it first, but she wanted to be more secure in what they had before she dove head first into something that not even she understood fully.

She sighed, turning, and laying her head against the pillow, “My doctor has been calling nonstop, Vada.  I missed our last appointment because of the fucking fear—”

“Hey, hey, relax,” Nevada interrupted, pushing into her back as his hand lain comfortably against her swell.  “We’ll go to the next one and see that my gordita is doing just fine.”

Mariana chuckled and Nevada smiled, grateful that she was easing up.  “I don’t think I want to know anymore,” she replied, tucking her hands underneath her head.

“You don’t?” Mariana shook her head.  “Why not?”

She shrugged, licking her lips.  “I…” she paused, biting her bottom lip.

As soon as she’d found out that Ricardo was seemingly back in life and stalking her life, her fight or flight had immediately kicked in and her protective instincts had clouded her complete judgment.   What she didn’t want to admit out loud, and to Nevada nonetheless was that she’d been having some minuscule doubts about the life growing inside of her.  She knew that if Nevada didn’t catch Ricky before he caught her, the life of their child would be in danger.

She had… detached herself, in a way, from what was happening to and in her body.  Not because she wanted nothing to do with the life growing inside of her, but because she had modified her thinking to expect the worst.

Nevada could feel her hesitation once her hand came to rest atop his and immediately he knew what ran through her brain.  “Mari?”

Mariana shut her eyes, bracing herself for whatever scold Nevada had ready for her, and when it didn’t come, she sighed.  “I know, I know.  I’m sorry.”

“Chiquita… do you... not want to do this anymore?”

“No, no, no es eso,” she placated with a squeeze of her hand.  “I just… don’t want to get my hopes up and then have life kick me where it hurts the most by ripping our baby away.”

“I’ll die before I let that happen,” he said with conviction.

Mariana smiled, knowing that his words carried validity, “I don’t want you to die, either.”

“But, if it comes down to it—”

“I’d rather the both of you live.  Me on the other hand…” she yawned.

Nevada kissed her shoulder, “We’re all going to live.  I’ll make sure of that.”

Mariana hummed, settling into his body, and just as she did so, Nevada pressed his lips to her shoulder thrice more.  He held her and he dared not shut his eyes until he heard her breathing even out and become deep in her chest.

As soon as he was sure that Mariana lain asleep in his arms, his mind was plagued with thoughts of their conversation.  Was he going to be able to keep his promise of saving her and their child from whatever danger they might encounter?  Would he find Ricky before the bastard found them?

He closed his eyes, letting sleep finally overtake his body.  He would stay with her for the remainder of the night, work be damned.  His Chiquita needed him and he trusted his men to do what was right and focus on what needed to be done whilst he tended to the really important business: Mariana’s wellbeing.

“Te amo, Chiquita,” he whispered softly.  “Te amo tanto…”

Laughter filled Mariana’s afternoon.  It was the end of the school day and week and just like her kids, she was more than ready to welcome the long weekend that awaited her.  Her students had had a productive day; they’d practiced their punctuations, learned descriptive words, they’d learned strategies for decoding words when reading, core words, they’d solved mathematical problems, and had finished identifying and utilizing mathematical symbols.  It’d been a full day, and after the final bell had rung, Sofía had hung around the classroom with her and Jess, waiting for Mariana to take her home.

Nevada had been clear when it came to her safety.  The meathead—as Mariana had identified him—would stay at all times parked across the school.  She wasn’t allowed to leave the premises without him in tow or in the same vehicle as him.  She’d learned to ignore him.  He didn’t speak to her and she definitely did not speak to him.  They had a mutual understanding in where neither particularly enjoyed the situation they were in, so they tried to make the best of it.

That didn’t mean Mariana didn’t test him at every chance she got.  

She would disappear, purposely walk into crowds just to lose sight of him, give him false times in the case Nevada needed him for something else, and make his life a complete and living hell.

Mariana stood from her desk, gathering her belongings whilst contentedly waving Jess farewell.  “Sofía, ¿estás lista?” she directed towards the girl who’d been entertained by Mariana’s phone for the past hour.

Sofía smiled.  “¡Sí!  I’m hungry,” she replied as she stood.

Mariana nodded, “Of course you are.  Eres igualita a tu tío.”

Sofía giggled.  “Tío says that I have two stomachs, like a cow,” she animatedly responded as she saddled up close to Mariana.

Mariana tittered, shaking her head.  

Sofía had no problem falling in step with her as they exited the school.  Sofía knew her teacher and her uncle were entangled romantically and she knew that the baby growing inside of Mariana’s stomach was to be a Ramirez and most importantly, someone whom she could play with.

Sofía had that same protective instinct Nevada had and Mariana had begun questioning whether or not it was a Ramirez thing and not just a Nevada thing.  Nevertheless, she found Sofía’s shielding delightful.  As Sofía gripped her hand down the Academy’s steps, two distinct SUV’s had parked at the curb, patiently waiting for the both of them to make it outside.

Mariana knew, more than one always meant Nevada was around, but this time she’d been completely mistaken.  Once Nevada’s men saw them approach, they were immediately out of the SUV and on the curb to greet them.  Chino, one of Nevada’s distant cousins, was the one to open the door for her and Sofía.

“Señito,” he said quietly, giving his head a subtle tilt towards the SUV behind them.

Mariana lifted her gaze, watching as Rubén—Chino’s partner—accommodated their belongings in the back of the truck, and through the windshield of the truck behind them she saw none other than Dylan, the meathead.

“¿Y él?” Mariana asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“We already told him to scoot, pero like your typical new kid…” Chino shrugged.

Mariana scoffed, shaking her head.  

It was Friday, and there was no way in hell she was going to spend it locked in the apartment with Sofía waiting for Nevada to grace them with his presence, no.  She was going to go eat with Sofía, pig out on Nevada’s dime, take her toy shopping and treat herself to nursery stuff as well, and later when her feet couldn’t stand to stand or walk any longer, she would take them home for a nice bowl of ice cream.

As soon as Mariana handed her work bags to Rubén, Dylan came sauntering towards her.  “What are you doing?  Where are you going?  I’m supposed to escort you every where,” Dylan shot at Mariana, the vein on his neck prominent.

Mariana smirked, slowly lifting her gaze to the tall man beside her, “I’m riding with Chino.  You can follow if so you please.”

Chino hung his head, attempting to hide the amused smile that painted his lips.  He was shielded by door, patiently waiting for Mariana to get her way, regardless of the situation and regardless of what Nevada had said.

“You must have me for a dumbass—”

“Ha!” she shouted, throwing her head back.  “You said that, I didn’t.”

Dylan huffed, shaking his head.  “No.  I’m not leaving without you,” he crossed his arms at his chest, shooting a withering glare towards Chino.

Mariana looked at Chino with brows raised and then at Dylan, scoffing in disbelief as she propped her foot on the nerf bar to gain momentum for her to slide in the backseat of the SUV.  Before Mariana had a chance to slide onto the seat, she felt a strong grip at her ribcage and behind her knees.  If it wouldn’t have been for Chino and Rubén’s shouting and protesting and the sudden feel of sturdy ground beneath her feet, she would’ve never believed that Dylan had the right mind to put his hands on her.

Fueled by anger, annoyance, and disbelief, she charged forward, shoving hard at Dylan’s chest and before she knew it, her hand had made contact with his cheek.  It took a second for Dylan to register what had happened, and when he did, he charged forward again, having reached and gripped her forearm in his rage.  Before either of them knew it, Chino had punched him in the mouth.

“What the fuck, man!”

“Oh, you’re a dead man,” Chino replied with a smile.  “Rubén, find out where Nevada is.  I’m riding with the walking corpse today.”

Mariana straightened her blouse, shaking her hair in place, “I’m hungry—”

“Get your ass in that truck,” Chino interrupted with a furrowed brow, leaving no room for protest from Mariana.

On the ride over to the club Mariana had done more than stew in the back seat of the car.  Sofía had remained completely oblivious to the happenings outside of the confinements of the SUV thanks to the distraction of her tablet, but she knew that Nevada would pitch a fit as soon as he knew, this had happened in front of his princesa.  

Sofía was no stranger to staying with Chino and Rubén, so when Mariana had told her that she would see her at the apartment, and that Rubén would take her out to eat, the girl had simply smiled, waving her goodbye.

Mariana didn’t give anyone a chance to come open her door.  As soon as Rubén had stopped at the curb in front of the club, Mariana had hopped off the SUV, quickly sauntering towards the door.  She could hear Chino’s cries and calls for her as she took the spiral steps towards Nevada’s office with haste.

She puffed once at the top, winded by the size of her growing belly.  She didn’t bother to knock on his office door when she threw the door open, she’d caught Miguel delivering a punch to one of the boys.

Nevada had been propped at the edge of his desk, fidgeting with his ring when he saw the indignation on his Chiquita’s face.  “Chiquita, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck, indeed, Nevada,” she replied, pacing the area like a scorned animal.  “Whatever is happening,” she motioned with her hand, “is going to have to wait.”

Nevada chuckled when Chino and Dylan finally made it through the office door.  His expression immediately changed, he went from lighthearted and amused to completely thrown.

He said not a word, but a mere glance at Miguel.  Miguel understood more than he let known and he gathered the boys roughly, stepping out of the office, leaving in it only Nevada, Pucho, Mariana, Chino, and Dylan.

Nevada circled his desk, dropping his gun in the drawer opened by the man occupying his seat.  He scratched at his chin listening to Mariana huff and puff like a baited bull, waiting for the doors to open and that slap on the round for them to attack.

“Chiquita, ¿te vas a calmar?” he spoke over his shoulder.

Mariana scoffed, chuckling sarcastically, “Fuck you, Nevada.”

Nevada teeth-whistled loudly, like only he could, clapping in tandem as he rested his ass at the edge of his desk.  “So, no one is gonna fucking tell me why my fucking Chiquita has this garbage attitude?” he spoke loudly, opening his arms.

Chino hummed, “I told the new guy to bounce, he didn’t y cuando la Señito salió all hell broke loose.”

Nevada nodded.  “All hell broke loose?” he parroted, receiving a nod from Chino.  He made a face and nodded, turning his attention to the bloodied lip on Dylan’s face.  “What happened to you?” he asked, pointing at Dylan’s lip.

“He punched me.”

“He punched you?” Dylan nodded, squaring his shoulders.  “Why did he punch you?”

There was a long pause in the room, no one dared to say why exactly Chino had punched Dylan, and Nevada grew seemingly annoyed at the entire situation.  He cleared his throat, coming to stand in front of Dylan.  Nevada had read his body language and there was no way in hell that he would be disrespected in his own office.

“Why did he punch you?” Nevada intoned near his face, speaking evenly and without strain.

Mariana saw the falter in Dylan’s bravado and the sudden twitch of his shoulder as Nevada approached him.  She was never one to meddle when Nevada disciplined his men, but him having put his hands on her was something she was not going to tolerate.

She scoffed, shaking her head, “So, you’re not going to tell him that Chino punched you because you put your hands on me?  Not once, but twice.”

Pucho cleared his throat, sitting up straight on Nevada’s chair.  It took two beats before Nevada glanced at Mariana with a imperceptible glare.  He knew that if she was saying this just to provoke him into doing something he would most likely never regret, getting her to buckle under the intensity of his viridian stare would be the way to go, but the look of chagrin on her face told him otherwise.  That, and the fact that no one else in the room was disputing what she had said.

Nevada wasted no time in delivering a punch to Dylan’s nose that by the time the second blow came to his face, the audible crack of his nose breaking sprung Chino into action.  He utilized his forearm to block and lift Nevada up from over Dylan’s body when he turned, pointing at Mariana.

“Y tú, stop fucking baiting him, Mariana, fuck!  I pay him to do a fucking job and you being fucking difficult is not fucking helping his case!” he was screaming at the top of his lungs, turning red at the face, but still keeping a safe distance from her.

Mariana scoffed in disgust.  “Don’t you dare fucking yell at me like I’m one of your little thugs,” she took a step forward, rounding the coffee table.  “You’re seriously telling me that you trust the meathead more than you trust your own fucking family?  Am I hearing that right?” she had a hand on her stomach, attempting not to strain more than she already had.  “So, that’s exactly what I’m hearing… wow!”

She turned, reaching the door, and sidestepping the toppled over man shielding his face from the spilling blood.  “Get the fuck up and take her home,” Nevada said over his shoulder.

“No, he’s not taking me anywhere,” Mariana rebutted as she opened the door.  “Miguel, can you drop me off?” she finished, narrowing her eyes at Nevada as she slammed the door behind her.

“Fuck!” Nevada shouted, swatting his hand at the lamp and glass paperweight on his desk, sending everything flying and crashing to the ground.  “¡Sea la madre, coñazo!”

Before he had the opportunity to kick Chino and Dylan out, Pucho had already dismissed them and as he waited for Nevada to cool down he leant back on the chair, watching him pace and mutter underneath his breath.  He chuckled as he heard Nevada growl.

“What?”

Pucho shrugged, “You’re giving that kid too much freedom with her.  She was right in questioning your decision with him.”

Nevada glared at Pucho, letting himself stew in the words of the older man.  Pucho had begun working for his father when he was just a teenage boy, having had a knack for numbers from a very young age.  They were ten years apart, but Nevada still held a generous amount of respect for the man that had ran the books for his father and had continuously done so for him.  Nevada trusted Pucho blindly and he trusted what he had to say just the same.

“So what the fuck was I supposed to do, huh?  I need Miguel with me.”

“For what?  So that he can do what you obviously have no problems in doing?” Pucho smirked at Nevada’s glare; it took more than a withering look from Trujillo to make him buckle.  “That was not discipline, Nevada.”

“A broken nose and a busted lip is discipline enough.”

“Ha-ha, since when?” Pucho rebutted.  “Papi, you beat the guy who gave her a bruise half to death.  You had one of the Gallagher boys shoot up the kid that was trying to fuck Nina after you told him to stay away from her.  And, to the motherfucker that put his hands on your pregnant Chiquita, you only break his nose?  The mother of your child.”

“I don’t pay you to psychoanalyze me or my choices, Pucho,” Nevada bitterly responded.

“No, and you’re right.  You pay me to protect your assets, y tu preciada Chiquita, is your biggest and most valuable asset.  You remember that, Nevada.”

It was fifteen until four when Nevada stumbled into his apartment.  He’d had… more than enough time to turn his mind off of Mariana and what had happened in his office the prior afternoon, but not enough to quiet Pucho’s voice.  Nevada knew he was right, he most likely always was, but this had been a first for him.

Pucho had this reputation of always watching, but never commenting.  If Nevada trusted him blindly, Pucho trusted him the same if not more.  He prided himself for being in business with someone not only street smart, but business savvy as well.  Nevada never took on a project if he didn’t know for sure the outcome of it.  He could willfully invest a quarter of a million dollars and within a couple of months make back the amount threefold.  So when Nevada had let Dylan go with only a broken nose and a busted lip, something had immediately not sat right with him.

Nevada grunted, scrubbing his face as he traipsed his moonlit apartment in the direction of his bedroom where he expected to see his Chiquita.  It had been a long afternoon and evening of ignored calls and unanswered text messages from her part, but he couldn’t blame her or fault her for it.  They were so similar in their stubbornness that he prayed their kid would be a little more like his mother, a much gentler soul, someone with less Ramirez and more Peña, but given his luck, this kid would be the embodiment of both their mother and father.

He opened his bedroom door, lifting his tank over his head, and once his eyes landed on the empty, untouched bed, his stomach dropped.  “Mari?  Mari!” he shouted frantically, tossing the tank to the floor.

He knocked his shoulder on the jamb on his way out, and once he was in the open area of his living room, he saw her emerge from Sofía’s room.  He sighed her name, quickening his pace to reach her.

She turned, met by his sturdy chest, “Mari, why the fuck—”

She gave his chest a shove. “¡Baja la voz!” she said between gritted teeth.  “Your niece is in there trying to sleep.”

Nevada narrowed his eyes, nothing he despised more than being silenced.  He raised his finger, pointing at her face in a gesture universally understood as ‘stay there’.  He ducked quickly in Sofía’s room, smiling down at her sleeping face.  He pushed Sofía’s bangs away from her forehead and he bent to place his lips there.  He exited the room as briskly as he had entered it, and once the door was shut behind his back, he turned to carefully slam Mariana against the wall, placing his lips on her, and opening her mouth with his tongue.

Mariana welcomed the kiss; it was so much she could do to resist him, but that did not mean that she couldn’t push him away when she wanted to.  She turned her face away, wiping at the corners of her mouth with her forefinger and thumb. “You taste of whiskey, y,” she took a deep breath in, “hueles a puta.”

Nevada snickered at her choice of words, hanging his head at her withering look.  “I behaved, you can ask Miguel,” he admitted.

Mariana lowered her raised arms at her chest, starting her strut away from Nevada.  He sighed.  He didn’t want to fight with her—he didn’t want to add to her stress, not when she was carrying his child, and was currently fighting her own mind with nightmares of her past.  

He caught up to her in quick strides, blocking her path towards their bedroom. “Where are you going?”

“To pee, Nevada.  To pee!  Or, do I need to call Dylan to come fucking stand outside the door for that, too?” her glare was intense and if she saw him wince, she didn’t let that stop her from letting him have it a second time.

“Chica,” he growled, leaning his forehead against hers a tad mighty, causing her head to knock the wall silently.  “What more do you want from me, huh?  What else do I need to do to show you that—that—”

“That what, Vada, huh?  That, that, that I’m different?  That I’m yours?  What?  What is it this time?” she finished with an amused scoff.  “What you need and what I need are two different things and until you understand that, this little arrangement with my security guard isn’t going to fly with me.”

He pushed his head against hers, wanting to be absorbed by the warmth of her body completely.  He wanted to become her, to fully understand what she was saying, and to fully understand what she needed.

“I need…” he sighed harshly, shaking his head.  “I need you to…” he drove his fist against the wall besides her face, not hard enough to startle her or hurt himself, but hard enough to make his knuckles sound against the cement.  “I need you to understand, Mari, that I needed it to be him.  Someone who you cannot influence, someone who does not know you, who does not fear you, but respects you enough as your own person and the woman by my side.  I needed someone who you didn’t know, who wouldn’t let you walk all over them just because she’s la mujer del jefe.  You understand now why it couldn’t be Miguel, or Diego, or Josean.  It needed to be him.”

Mariana pondered Nevada’s response.  This had been the very first time he’d ever explained a decision of his to her.  He always offered a bullshit response to get her off his back, but this time, he’d really taken the time to explain and break down his thought process in being so adamant when choosing the meathead.

Mariana grabbed Nevada’s chin, tilting his head so that their eyes could meet.  “You saw that?” she smiled.  “That is what I need: you being honest with me.”

He sighed and shook his head, smirking, “Don’t push it, Chiquita.”

She smiled, “It’s the way you know I love you.”

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A/N: I started this at 8am this morning all because I saw the Dior Homme ad with Robert Pattinson and Camille Rowe in the elevator and felt compelled to write this as a Bughead drabble. I have no regrets. Sorry I didn’t finish sooner, I actually had to do work so I don’t get fired, oops.

She had been unsuccessfully trying to ignore the hormones coursing through her body for weeks now. 

He was her boss, after all. Not only that, he was founder and CEO of the entirety of Triple S Enterprises, while she was merely his personal assistant.

It didn't help that he was deliciously gorgeous - mid-thirties, all dark, brooding looks, silky tresses that she wanted to sink her fingers into as she held his head between her thighs, a toned, lean body that she dreamed of licking whipped cream off of. 

Down girl, she chidded herself. It was far too early in the morning to be getting so worked up, especially when she had yet to even face her boss.

Betty made her way through the crowd of bustling workers in the main lobby that were vying to get into the main bank of elevators leading to the upper floors of the skyscraper. 

She thanked her lucky stars that if she had to do office work instead of her dream job of investigative journalism (thank you very much post-grad New York job market), at least she was able to land working directly for a bigwig that had the finances to lease a private elevator for his upper level staff and their assistants.

“Ms. Cooper,” a deep gravelly voice greeted her as she passed the guard station by said elevator. Gerald “Tall Boy” Petite tipped his uniform hat to her as he did every weekday morning.

“Hi Jerry!” She beamed back as he blushed. Betty was the only person besides his wife allowed to call him that because no one was immune to her Betty Cooper charm. Well, except him, she thought bitterly as her mind once again turned to the image of her boss’s devilishly handsome face.

“Boss man hasn't been in yet, ma'am,” Tall Boy - as he was referred to by nearly everyone else - informed her as she continued on toward the elevator.

“That's fine, thanks Jerry.”

She hummed to herself as the elevator doors opened, running through her mental list of things she needed to get done today and what was on the agenda for her boss as well.

While she would rather spend her days researching into leads on breaking cases, freelance writing to get her foot in door didn't pay the bills on her 1 bedroom apartment. She knew that she could downgrade to a studio, but after 4 years of college in said living arrangement, she had refused. Hence needing a full-time gig that paid well enough to cover her expenses.

Her mind drifted to her best friend Veronica's offer to let her move-in, but Betty was intent on making it on her own as a way to prove her parents wrong. Always so stubborn, it'll get you in trouble if you're not careful, her nose scrunched at the voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her mother.

However, she did take up Veronica's offer of helping her find a job in which they would accept her Journalism degree instead of the usually preferred Business Admin one. V’s father, Hiram Lodge, was a bigwig himself and had several business associates in high places, and it was thanks to him and his connections that she found herself in her current predicament of constant arousal over Forsythe Pendelton Jones the Third.

Who knew such a pretentious sounding name could very well fit a brooding bad boy type, who thankfully was in no way an asshole to his subordinates. It was only to his business rivals that he was truly ruthless. And if Betty was being honest with herself, his domineering tone he used during those business dealings had her panties soaked. His emanating power was her ultimate weakness and she wished she could just bang her head on her desk in utter embarrassment over how her insides turned to jelly.

“Hold the door!” An all too familiar commanding voice had her hand shooting out to block the doors closing right after she heard hold.

“G’morning, Mr. Jones!” was heard. 

A rushed “Tall Boy” the only response, before the tall frame of the man who haunted her dreams and played a starring role in her dirtiest fantasies crowded the doorway of the elevator, pulling up short at the sight of his PA.

“Ms. Cooper,” his voice like velvet caressed her as she felt her nipples go hard and her breasts grow heavier from it alone. “Perfect, you’re here.” His smile nearly had her falling to her knees at his feet.

Get it the fuck together, Cooper, she berated how easily he undid her without even knowing. Or caring, the voice in her head added snappishly.

She had been late getting up this morning, which hasn’t left her enough time for her normal daily AM self-care session with her favorite vibe that she had found extremely necessary since starting at Triple S. In the month of being his PA, she hadn't missed a day, but her she was, stuck on an elevator ride with the one man she wanted to get utterly lost in.

He leaned past her, hitting the button for their floor where his office was. It was all she could do to keep breathing normally, something she regretted at once when the intoxicating scent of his cologne washed over her senses and she felt a gush of wetness at the apex of her thighs. The doors slid shut and the box started to rise.

Fuck, not now, Cooper. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a terrible idea on her part as the lace of her underwear only made the friction more intense. She could feel her arousal painting the inside of her thighs.

You're such a horny mess, she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. As attuned as she was to her own body, she could practically smell herself and her face flushed at the realization. She only prayed that the scent of his cologne would mask the smell from the object of her arousal.

She tugged at the hem of her shorter than normal pencil skirt, her brain once again cursing itself for sleeping through her alarm. She realized too late how terrible of an idea it was. His eyes snapped to get at the movement, taking in her form and where her garter belt peaked out from under the skirt.

She watched in horror as his nostrils flared and he took a deep breath to compose himself. It was the wrong, or right, decision on his part as he caught the unmistakable whiff of her excitement. His eyes fell shut for the briefest moment before opening once more. 

To her shock, his normally green eyes were nearly overtaken with the black of his irises blown wide. “Ms. Cooper,” his voice was so deep she could feel the vibration of it to her core.

He stepped towards her, all but backing her into the corner. Her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved, drawing his eyes down to her cleavage that was nearly spilling out of the low cut shirt that she had thrown on in her haste to not be late. She watched as his tongue darted across his lips, a soft mewling sound dropping from her own unwittingly.

There was a soft growling sound in response as a soft “Sir” fell from her mouth. 

She could see the tether snap in his eyes as they flashed at her unbidden address, his right hand grasping the nape of her neck as his left wrapped around her waist, hauling her lithe form to his.

Their lips were millimeters apart, her eyes having fallen shut at the sensation racing through her veins. She could feel his lips hovering over hers, but moving no further. She pried her eyes open, confused by his hesitation, and then she saw it. 

The unspoken question his eyes of if this was ok, if she wanted this, if she wanted him. Her heart stuttered and her whispered “Yes” was all that was heard before his soft lips came crashing down in the most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced.

He knew how to kiss, soft pecks littered between passionate dances of his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of the spearmint gum he chewed and tobacco of the cigarettes she had been trying to get him to quit. It was an intoxicating flavor combination and she couldn’t get enough.

Her hands had tangled in his silky hair, she noted in the back of her mind how it felt so much better than she had ever imagined, as her knee rose and hitched itself over his hip. His hand that had been around her waist dropped to her ass, pulling her somehow even closer into his embrace. His hips rocked, grinding his stiff erection into her core, the sensation causing her brain to short circuit and her lips broke away from his as her head fell back against the cool metal of the elevator box.

Uncaring that his lips were no longer on hers, they attached themselves to her neck, kissing, biting, sucking until they reached the top swells of her breast. She was moaning at each kiss, feeling like she was about to become completely boneless in his arms as her hands, still gripping his hair, pulled him tight to her bosom, never wanting this feeling to end.

She was so lost in everything he was doing, she didn't even notice the elevator starting to slow. Thankfully he was aware enough of where they were that he pulled back slightly as he felt the box of metal reaching its destination. He pecked her lips twice more, tucked her hair that had fallen out of her bun back behind her ear, and lowered her still hooked leg back to the ground.

They both straightened their clothes and hair as he folded his suit jacket which he had yet to put on over his arm to hide the evidence of how much she excited him. He gave her a quick wink before guarding his features as the elevator pinged to signal their floor and the doors slid open to reveal a matronly Ms. Grundy at the executive receptionist’s desk.

He placed a hand at the small of her lower back which caused her to shiver with delight.

“Morning Geraldine,” he greeted the older lady warmly. “Looking beautiful as ever.”

“Good morning, Gigi!” Betty added brightly.

“Morning Mr. Jones, Betty,” the lady blushed at the young CEO’s greeting.

“Please hold all my calls and reschedule any visitors for me this morning, Ms. Cooper and I have a very important last minute meeting that is expected to last for a while. I'll let you know when it's done.” Betty’s eyes flashed to him in surprise. What meeting? Did he mean? Oh God. His face gave absolutely nothing away.

“Of course, Sir. Have a wonderful day!” Her face showed absolutely no sign of suspicion and the tightness in Betty’s chest receded by a fraction. 

His hand, still pressed to her lower back, pushed her forward, ushering her down the hall. They passed her desk and he guided her into his office. His sound proof office, she reminded herself. Closing the door and flipping the lock, as an extra precaution, he guided her until her back was pressed against the mahogany and his arms were caging her in.

A cage you very much don’t mind being in, her mind was racing at all the possibilities of this unexpected turn her morning took.

“Now, Ms. Cooper, where were we?” His hooded gaze weighed down on her and she bit her lip at how his voice washed over her.

Her hands grasped his tie to pull him closer and she looked up at him through her lashes. “Mr. Jones.”

#boss!jughead #PA!Betty #bughead #bughead drabble #bughead au #boss au #riverdale #betty cooper #older!jughead #jughead jones #my writing #screamingintosilence writes

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Sick 2 ver

(For @alexa-play-despacito

Sorry I didn't really format it I'm still super sick but I wanted to get this out, sorry if it isnt exactly what you wanted I wrote most of this in a fever haze myself snfndk)

Red blinked slowly, looking up from Pikachu as Gold stood there with Exbo.

"What?"

"Green's hella sick, dude."

Red blinked again and stood up, brows furrowed "uh-uhm how sick?" He hated how his voice stuttered, which hopefully he cab blame on the cold.

"Uh…. Well I mean he looks dead, has these deep bags under his eyes, I don't think he's eaten he's been in his office for the past three days just not sleepi-HEY!"

Red did not want to waste time with Gold making him panic.

So Gold didn't speak the truth. The second Red got there Green's trainers were hyperventilating because they watched Green collapse into a red cheeked fever in the middle of battle. Ok, that's kind of normal, the 104° fever and coughing that sounded like he was dying of pneumonia however? Red panicked more than Blue when she finally asked out Yellow… but not in a good way.

All of it was a colorful blur, both in cusses and in literal colors since Red would not stop and will not leave Green in that stingy cold office any longer. At least Green didn't argue, but that only made Red panic more. Until they made it home, when Red finally went ham.

Green’s movements were slow, an actual lazy movement from sub sleep rather than from sickness tearing him apart at the seams. He knocked his fingers against his own chest, making the noirette laugh and do it back, his understanding of physical sign language minimal but he’s learned all the ones that mean ‘I love you’ way before they even started this little tradition of Green finally being verbal about it. Sleep clung to his eyes for once, rather than the desperation of exhaustion because Lance would send paper after paper and expect it finished by next morning. His eyes closed for a moment and he almost steadied out into sleep before Red laughed again, even warmer than before and brushed the bone of his palm down his cheek before Green awoke again in a fit of giggles. He rolled on his back, picking stray black hairs off of his eyes as he watched the lights change and dance across the ceiling, they looked brighter now, colorful, in hues of gray to blues when rays of light hit the colorful bottles that shone through.

His lips pursed, thinking back to the plain gray the days of the mountain with Gold nipping at his heels, where his silence controlled him and he couldn't even look at the town in the distance. Green pushed up shakily, and while he kept himself awake the second time his eyes closed he wasn't doing better as Red could still feel the fever like it was on his own skin, his yawns are contagious but so was the look of actual health finally across his cheeks.

He dropped his head against the bone of Red’s chest, not at all hard but the sudden rush of air that ended in a squawk from him made their childish giggling become even louder in their intensity. It felt nice, the release, the pressure that burned his shoulders with the mountain cold down from its tense position. He was flustered about it but after giving Green swim trunks to change into, he's glad Green may have stolen his conditioner… Well not stole he just used it but Green mumbled that he preferred it, it was soft under his fingers, smelled like strawberries. Green's head was leaned into his palm, his own hands tracing shapes against his cheek before Green spoke up. Scratchy, he barely talked since along with his fever a sore throat followed but it felt like honey, dripping long in notes, and Yellow always liked to point out he’d get that dopey look when they were kids and Green would talk. Green did the same thing when he was talking, but in his own way.

His explanation, of his fears of failure and worry and the pit in his stomach over the years Red was gone wasn't that easy to grasp, their lives vastly different but he could understand why Green reacted the way he did years ago before the period of which they were more strangers than anything. He wonders if he went ahead and went down sooner Green wouldn't have thrown himself sick in worry and work. He quieted down, lips taunt and all he really wanted to do was kiss until sunset and sleep all the way to the afternoon all over again but he knew it wasn't the time.

He leaned his head back, formulated the words in his head before speaking out against the air. After these few years he thinks he can see what Yellow was saying, about how Green reacted in his own way. While he spoke, of his own terrors and weaknesses and why he didn't feel as though he could come down until now because he thought Green's life was at stake. Green’s expression did not change, well that was a lie. He could see the soft quick intake of breath as his lips parted, looking more focused than anything even with the fever and paleness of his cheeks but it didn't change the fact that it was the dopey look he’d get, eyes dilated and wide.

He thinks he could appreciate it now that heś actually down and not hearing it from word of mouth, notice more the small little motions Green did to show that he loved them. Yeah, they were vastly different, unlike the boysterous shows he did around other people, Greens movements were calculated, planned, landing more on subtlety than dramatics to Red. He would like to get used to that again. He stopped at an exhale, his fingers were more entangled in honey brown, though he was more enraptured in pale blue than the softness around his fingers, he never noticed that Green had little flickers of gray against blue. It’s pretty.

That’s where he guesses he started noticing things more. He remembers what Gold said on the mountain. He doesn't like Gold right now. He blinked softly, once, then twice, at Green's soft snickers. He realises he spoke out loud. Green turned his head to rest his chin on Red’s chest, he can feel their legs tangled together. He doesn't know when it happened. They spoke of medicine, training regimen for his trainers that stole his phone to contact Gold, maybe he staying down a little more with Green, yet Green also shook his head no.

He let out a sound, one between shock and pain and only quieted when Green sickly cooed out soft 'not like that's against his ear. He spoke kindly, running his fingers through his hair and he forgot how nice it felt when Green gently scratched along his hair. It took a moment before he realized what he meant, their first meeting was not of pure kindness. He realised then that they were from different worlds then, he on an adventure, and Green on a mission.

But he's there now, both of them together in bed finally talking after years of silence. It clicked, the realization that they were each other's worlds now in a way. His smile softened considerably, and he turned to Green.

"....Hi. I'm Red."

His smile grew, sweet and soft. Red could feel his heart beat wildly, he felt 5 again when he first met Green and thought 'pretty' as Oak talked about Green going off to train.

Green raised his head, palm rested against his cheek and Red couldn't help but brush honey brown streaks back behind the man's ear.

"Hi idiot, I’m Green."

Red snorted softly, wrapping Green back into the blankets so then he’d finally burn off the fever

#namelessshipping #originalshipping #manga boys be gay and do crime #but also be sick

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maybe some 46 and taniatsu or chuuatsu? :3 (in a side not, i Love your writing)

Ok, so I couldn’t decide bc there’s not enough Taniatsu but you know, Chuuatsu. Which is why I wrote both but the Chuuatsu one is a mess, you have been warned.

Also, thank you a lot! I don’t think my writing rn is as good as it usually is, which is kind of pissing me off but I’m glad you like it!

Feel free to request something!

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46. The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed // Taniatsu and Chuuatsu

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Taniatsu ver.

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He has to finish this before the deadline is up. 

Tanizaki sighs and stares at all the documents on his desk, wishing he was anywhere but at the office right now. Ah, he still had to go grocery shopping after work. For a moment he wonders if he should ask Naomi but then he reminds himself that she’s hanging out with Haruno and Kyouka. It’s been tough the last few days so she deserves that precious time to rest. He can deal with this himself. Grocery shopping isn’t that bad. Cooking dinner isn’t either. Naomi would definitely be happy about a good warm meal. So he should do his best and finish all this paperwork.

But it’s just so much.

Shaking his head slightly, he continues to work. In the midst of writing something down, he hears light steps approaching him. 

“Tanizaki.”

Atsushi is standing beside him, holding a mug with something. 

“Is coffee fine?”

Tanizaki nods, smiling at the other.

The other chuckles before looking at the pile of documents on his desk and taking half of it.

“...Atsushi?”

 The weretiger smiles at him.

“I’m already finished with mine.”

Tanizaki glances at the clock with wide eyes.

“So early?”

“I’m usually finished by this time,” Atsushi tells him before pointing at Dazai who’s sitting across the room, “but I usually also end up doing his paperwork as well.”

That makes sense to Junichirou. Atsushi is a very diligent worker—seriously, Kunikida cries about it often—so he must have gotten used to handling paperwork very quickly. Still…

“You’re not… doing Dazai’s work today?”

Atsushi shakes his head. “I figured he could do it on his own once in a while.” 

He takes a sip from the coffee and sighs at the taste. God, when was the last time he drank something? 

“Thank you, Atsushi.”

“Always.”

He works quietly for the rest of the hour and finishes after a bit, being faster with only half of the paperwork to fill out.

When he glances over to Atsushi’s desk, he doesn’t see the other. Confused, he looks around until he spots said boy sitting at Dazai’s desk, ignoring said man as he works. Junichirou walks over and looks at the screen of the computer.

“Ah, Tanizaki. I finished the paperwork and Dazai was whining…”

Dazai jumps into a rant about the importance of helping each other and Tanizaki can’t help but chuckle. 

“I’m done.”

“Atsushi! My life savior ~”

Atsushi only shakes his head before he looks at Tanizaki. “Wanna go home?”

Ah, right. The groceries.

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry, Atsushi. I have to bu—”

“That’s already taken care of.”

He blinks. 

The weretiger grins at his response.

“I asked Naomi to take care of it.”

“But Naomi is—”

“Haruno and Kyouka are helping her. Which means we are all eating dinner together.”

“Oh.”

“We have to wash the dishes in exchange but that’s not a bad compromise, isn’t it?” 

He shakes his head slowly. “It isn’t.”

Atsushi stands up.

“See you tomorrow, Dazai.”

Then he takes Junichirou’s arm and leads him out of the office.  

“... What?”

He doesn’t know how to ask but apparently that one word is enough for his boyfriend.

“I heard the way your voice wavered whenever you talked to someone today.”

Junichirou stares at the other, unsure how to process those words. 

“You seemed really stressed...”

He lets the words linger in the air but Junichirou understands.

“Thank you, Atsushi.”

Then he leans in, smiling, to peck the other’s lips before interweaving their hands. 

He’ll be able to rest now.

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Chuuatsu ver.

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“Is Atsushi here?”

He’s currently standing in front of the detective agency’s door, looking at the same woman who once threatened him with a chainsaw. Ah, those were good times.

“Atsushi? He is but he’s not leaving soon.”

With that she walks past him, muttering something about alcohol and he gets it. Then she stops and blinks.

“Don’t forget Friday’s meeting! Dragging Ranpo there is already enough work.”

And with those words, Yosano leaves him. Having an actual, honest truce with the agency is surprisingly for the most part pretty good. For example, the moment he walks into the agency only half of the bunch stands up to point their weapons at him.

Well, normally anyway.

Right now though, it’s closing time so almost everyone is already gone. Everyone except his lover it seems.

He sighs and steps closer to the other’s desk.

“You still aren’t done? Shouldn’t you be better at doing the paperwork by now?”

The other stops moving to turn to look at him, a forced smile on his face. That usually means he’s about to hear something he doesn’t like, so Chuuya braces himself for it.

“Well, I was finished with my own hours ago.”

He catches on the moment the other utter those two words.

“Your own? Then whose work are you doing right now? And why?”

Chuuya stresses the last part because he must know if he needs to punch someone. The mafia member might have self-control himself and doesn’t rely on violence all the time but that still doesn’t mean that he's going to just take it if someone’s bullying his boyfriend to do their work for them. That said, he knows the people in the agency aren't that horrible.

Atsushi sighs. “It’s fine, really. I’ve been doing Dazai’s paperwork for months now.”

Still, in the end, there are easy ways to trigger him and Dazai is one of them. He balls his hands into fists and smirks.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of it.”

“It’s fine, Nakahara. Really.”

He hears it.

In such simple words, he hears the tiredness. Broken and slow pronunciation. He sees the shaking hands and eye bags, the mug of coffee, and the pale skin.

“... Are you done soon?”

“Only a few papers more.”

So he sits down and stares at the other.

A few papers turn into a few hours but Chuuya can’t stand mad because he knows. For Atsushi diligence is important. For Atsushi this all is important.

Eventually, the weretiger stands up and smiles at him, guilt shining in his eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to wait so long.”

“Well then,” Chuuya mutters, standing up, “let me carry you.”

Atsushi blinks.

“N-no way. I’ll weigh too much.”

Chuuya raises an eyebrow and his boyfriend’s cheeks turn red.

“No excuses.”

And he picks the other up, sighing when he realizes that he doesn’t even need to use his ability because the other weighs shit.

“You’re not eating enough, Atsushi.”

“I do.”

“Well, clearly not.”

Atsushi shakes his head in embarrassment and Chuuya smiles. He’ll have to make sure that he buys enough food for his lover.

And after that, he’s going to haunt Dazai down.

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Mission Failed (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sub Peter Parker (T.H. ver) x Dom Gender Neutral Reader  Rating: Explicit  Words: 955 POV: Second Summary: You were just gonna cockwarm your subby boy Peter until you finally got through this hard level, but SOMEONE is an impatient sassy boy. Notes: Just got Anthem as an early Christmas present and damn I suck at this game. Ngl I died like 8 times in the first expedition. Tags: No beta we die like men, oral cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, whipping (with a riding corp), punishment, praise, hint of degradation, Peter is sassy damn, reader sucks at video games, dildo riding, anal, anal fingering, pet names and orgasm denial 

You hummed disapprovingly as the ‘no shield’ warning appeared on the screen once again. Normally you would curse out loud, but today your mouth was a little occupied. The sound coming from you vibrated through the soft cock in your mouth, making your boyfriends squirm and beg once again for more. You sighed as you failed the expedition once again. “Baby boy, I told you to be quiet. Now I lost again,” you lightly scolded as his cock left your mouth. 

“Please, I need more. I promise to be a good boy, just…” You cut him off by pinching his soft length. He squirmed, shutting up immediately. 

“If you were really a good boy, you would have listened when I said that I need to finish this expedition and when I have won, I will let you cum.” You let go of his cock, hearing him breathe through the pain. “But no, you are an impatient, naughty boy.” The game restarted, but you paused it for now to pay a little bit more attention to your needy boyfriend. 

“Then put it on easy mode, you’re too bad at this to play normal.” You gasped and got off him to turn around and face your tied up boy.  “Peter Benjamin Parker, did you just say that I suck at video games?” “I lost count by now of how often you died in this level.”  “Well if you can do so much better, then why don’t you finish this level for me?”  “If I do it in one go, can I cum?”  “Deal.” 

You untied him, but when his hand reached for the controller, you smacked it away. He looked at you with big eyes that held a little hint of fear. “Oh don’t look at me like that, baby boy,” you cooed at him, “you didn’t think I was going to make it easy for you, did you?” He knew better than to respond. You pressed the bottle of lube into his hand. “It would be a shame to not put that douched ass to use. Go open yourself up for the purple dildo.” Peter swallowed thickly as you got off the bed and got the toy box from underneath it. He lied down on his side and slowly fingered himself open as you procured the small dildo and took it to the bathroom to give it a quick wash. 

Peter had gotten so used to anal play, he didn’t even struggle with two fingers anymore. Just a few thrusts and they glided in and out with ease. You found him moaning on the bed, eyes closed as he was completely immersed in the feeling of his fingers in his ass. He looked so pretty. For a second you saw his free hand going towards his slowly hardening cock, but he stopped himself just in time, making a fist and planting it on the mattress. You enjoyed the show for a little longer, before clicking your tongue. His eyes flew open and he seemed to have forgotten you were there too as his face turned red.

“Come on, pretty boy,” you mused as you put the dildo on the floor before the bed, the suction cup at the base keeping it in place. You lubed it up for him and motioned him over. Peter keened as you helped him get on his knees and down on the dildo. When he was seated on it, you wiped off his hands and handed him the controller. “Now, while you play, I want you to ride this dildo. You can stop from time to time, but I will whip you like a horse if you stay still for too long, ok?” Peter nodded, his breathing heavy with excitement. You smiled and pecked his forehead, before walking away to get the riding corp from underneath the bed. You lightly tapped it against his ass as you sat down behind him on the bed. “Ok, you can press play now and no touching that pretty cock.”

Peter started off eagerly, riding with the same neediness that he had when you were cockwarming him. His movements grew slower though when he encountered the first combat. Peter was obviously more skilled than you in this game. He expertly used the jet pack to gain speed and attack enemies with a melee attack from the sky. He switched between weapons in a flash, making optimal use of each weapon’s range and RPM. 

You admired his skill for a moment too long and when you snapped out of it, you realised Peter had stopped moving. You gave him a firm whip on his bare bottom. He flinched and slowly started riding. “I’m sorry,” he whined as he rode the toy, his reaction time slowing down. You smirked as you watched him, occasionally hitting him when he stopped for longer than ten seconds. Peter was moaning as he tried to make it through the final encounter, but the dreadful red hud element appeared on screen. He failed. 

Peter put the controller on the floor in front of him and rode the toy with more vigor now it had his undivided attention. You gave him a last smack on her pale and red butt. He whimpered and stilled, seated all the way on the dildo. “It seems that you’re not as talented as you think, pretty boy,” you mused as you ran your fingers through his hair, before grabbing it and tugging him up by his hair. Peter moaned as the dildo slipped out of him and you threw him on the bed. His cock twitched as he looked at you with anticipation. 

You shook your head and threw his underwear at him. “Tomorrow another chance, darling.” 

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[find-the-eyes]

I’ll Try Anything Once: Chapter 36

Written by: Sol, Allegra Edited by: Beth, Allegra, Sol

“Nick, calm down.”

Nick felt a hand on his leg once again and opened his eyes to see that he was furiously kicking and thrashing. The only difference from last time was that this kicking and thrashing wasn’t purposeful, and it didn’t feel good at all. And it wouldn’t stop. Nick did everything in his power to calm his flailing legs, but he couldn’t. He had never felt so helpless. His arms thrashed out at his sides. Where was Alex? He arched off the bed, gagging as his breathing tube shifted. His blanket came undone and dropped to the floor. He felt himself sliding towards the edge of the bed to join it.

“Nick!” He felt hands on both of his legs now, and a hand on either arm. Through his half-lidded eyes he saw three nurses, doing their best to restrain him as his legs kicked out and convulsed wildly. His arms thrashed violently now, the IVs in his forearms nearly ripping out of his skin. After a few minutes, Nick felt his body slowing down, suddenly crashing from his wild attack. His head lolled to the side as he felt hands adjusting his breathing tube, gently bringing him back to reality. His head was spinning and he couldn’t stop tears escaping from his eyes.

Two of the nurses talked in hushed voices at the doorway, glancing back at Nick occasionally. Finally, after a few moments, they returned to Nick’s side.

“You’re going to have a brain scan later,” the blonde nurse said. “We need you awake for it, so we’re going to take you off the sedatives for now.”

Nick couldn't even find the strength to nod, so he simply looked at her, hoping she understood.

She put the communication board on Nick’s lap. “Would you like to do anything while we’re waiting to do the brain scan? Your friends are art students, right? Would you like to draw?”

Yes.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

Don’t leave. Don’t leave.

“Ah…” She glanced around the room and spotted the notebook that was still sitting on the counter from when Alex was writing in it a few days before. “Is this ok?”

Yes. Thank you.

Nick held the notebook close, and as soon as the nurse left he opened it to a blank page. He grabbed the pen next to him and just started writing. He didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they needed to get out. His arms jerked and twitched as he wrote, but he tried to fight it. This was important.

When he finished, he folded the letter with shaky hands and laid it on the bedside table, not even bothering to read it over. He had barely placed the pen on the table before his head fell back and he drifted off to sleep, all of his energy gone. All he could hope was that Alex would understand.

A couple of hours later, Nick awoke to a hand on his arm and a gentle voice calling his name. He opened his eyes slowly to the information that they were taking him back for the brain scan. His leg kicked out again.

“It won’t hurt, and it won’t take long,” the nurse reassured him. Nick closed his eyes again, trying to believe her.

—

Alex found the neurology office fairly easily. It was a small room in a distant hallway, far from anything Alex had seen in the hospital before. So many people are suffering here. Is Nick one of the worst? Alex shook the thought and entered the small office when he was called.

“Hi, Alex,” the doctor said when he went in. Her calming energy immediately made Alex feel more at ease.

Alex greeted her and sat down at the desk, not knowing what to say. “Is Nick alright?” he finally managed, fiddling with one of the pens on the desk.

“Well, it doesn’t appear that the kicking and thrashing were anything more than a bad reaction to the sedatives. His reaction increased when they gave him more, and so on.”

“Why did he react like that?”

“Here.” The doctor showed Alex the scan of Nick’s brain. “He has a bit of damage to the language processing and speech areas of his brain, as well as some executive functions like decision making and general cognition. Has he ever mentioned that to you?”

“Yeah, actually,” Alex realized, “he had a different lung injury before all of this and said he had some brain damage from a lack of oxygen.”

“That explains it, then. Does he act normal, usually?”

Alex thought for a moment. “He does have some unusual behaviors, but… he doesn’t need to be normal. He’s perfect to me.”

“Unusual behaviors?” The doctor leaned closer to Alex. “Can you tell me what you mean?”

“Uhh…” Alex felt uncomfortable talking about Nick’s issues with a complete stranger, when he wasn’t there to speak up for himself. “Well, he has bad dreams a lot...he’s stolen some things before...he has trouble reading and speaking, and he doesn’t always make eye contact when he’s talking to someone new.” Alex paused, then continued with a sigh. “Nick told me that it all started with the initial brain damage that he got from being shot. He doesn’t really have any physical issues, though.”

The doctor nodded. “All of that definitely could be connected to how he reacted. We think the thrashing was caused by a reaction with the part of his brain that controls movement. Rather than turning off, like it usually does with sedatives, it tried to reject them. Because of that, his body didn’t want to accept the sedatives.”

“Oh…” Alex nodded along thoughtfully and pretended to understand what the neurologist was telling him.

“The good news is that he’s been off the sedatives for a few hours now and he’s doing perfectly fine! You’re allowed to go see him now, if you’d like.”

Alex beamed and thanked the neurologist as he left the small office.

—

Alex walked into Nick’s room to find him fast asleep. He smiled when he saw that the IV giving him sedatives had been removed. He walked over to Nick and brushed the hair off his forehead. Nick stirred at the touch and his eyes lit up when he realized that it was Alex. He lifted his right arm and stretched it out as far as he could, smacking his palm against the bedside table. Alex blinked in confusion for a moment before he noticed the folded paper atop the table. “Is this for me?” he asked. Nick gave him a weak thumbs up of approval.

At that moment, a nurse rushed in, saying something about needing to check on Nick. She rushed Alex out of the room before he could even ask Nick about the piece of paper.

Once he was alone in the hallway, Alex unfolded the piece of paper. He held it gently, trying to decipher Nick’s messy handwriting.

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A lex

Thank you so much for putting up with me Im sory you have to see me like this It hurts a lot so bad and Im scared but pleas dont worry I cant wait to go home and pet Steckrübe again and Play music again but not do anyt hin g dumb this time Because I Ive learned now maybe I shouldnt stage dive until they tell me its okay

But right now it hurts I want to go home but they wont let me I want t o get up but they won’t let me I Miss being able to speak I dont feel like I have a body anmore it just hurts so much But  when youre here I forget You make me happy  Please bring Steck next time I miss him

I’m sorry I didn't listen to you I feel like a bad Flatmate Im sory I cant do anthing to help you out

Im scared I wont get better it Hurts it hurts and I dont know why it hurts so much I still cant breathe Im Scared I wont be able to

My body is kicking thrashing I cant stop it wont stop Im so   tired but I cant sleep it wont Help Im terrified

You saved me

I want to be with you Im sorry I couldnt tell you that niht  it hurt too bad I want to be yours

I love you so much Alex Ive loved you from the first night you Visited me at the prisonn You accept me ffor who I am and you ne ver get mad at me Evn when I deserve it I deseve it 

Thank you Than k you Thank you for saving me I love you I love you I love you Alex I love you

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Alex braced himself against the wall, trembling as he clutched the paper. Nick loves me. He meant it the other day. And I didn’t listen.

Alex folded the piece of paper again and ran back into the room as soon as the nurse left. The heart monitor started beeping faster than Alex had ever seen it beep before as he approached Nick’s bed. He laughed softly and believed for a moment that Nick was giving a small smile as well. Was he? Maybe it was just the lighting. Alex ignored the beeping and held Nick’s hand. “I love you too,” he said softly. “So much. And you're going to get better.” Alex ran a hand through Nick’s hair. “And I’m sorry for trying to talk about our relationship when you were in so much pain. I should have known better.” Nick started furiously tapping the I love you box on his board, blinking back tears as he looked up at Alex.

Suddenly, a nurse rushed into the room. “Is everything alright in here?” she asked, obviously concerned by the sudden, rapid beeping. Alex dropped Nick’s hand, instantly brought back to the reality of the situation as he remembered the condition Nick was in. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t form the words.

“Just…don't get him overexcited, yeah?” the nurse sighed as Nick’s heart rate slowed back to normal. “He’s still in critical condition and we want him to make it out alive, after all.”

“Alright,” Alex said sheepishly. The nurse gave him a stern look and walked out.

Nick’s eyes were bright, but he wasn’t smiling. He couldn’t. There was no way he could do anything more than move his eyes and his hands. He still had to make it out of the hospital alive before Alex could even think about the future. Was it better to be hopeful or to prepare himself for the worst?

Alex looked back down at Nick and realized that his eyes were still so full of love, searching for an answer from Alex, an answer neither of them could find.

“I love you, Nick,” Alex ran his hand through Nick’s hair, “I really do.”

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