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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Decided to do a part 2 (due courtesy of @an-ambivalent and @definitetrashlord for motivating me to even continue this series HEHE💖)

Pt. 1

Tw: manipulation, dubcon, language

It isn’t the cum that slides down your legs continuously, nor the black and blue marks that so obviously covers the expanse of your neck at all times, no.

It’s the constant surveillance you’re under, it’s the lack of conversation you get from your comrades, it’s the way you mold and shift for however he wants you to be that solidifies his hold on you.

The attack from three weeks ago feels like yesterday, the way he held your head up by your hair after he was done ruining you and crooned in your ear that you were his now, and you’d be suicidal if you continued to lash out on his godsent decision plays like a broken record in your head.

You can’t look him in the eyes now, only meekly staring at his feet when he orders you to stand in front of him. Sometimes he’ll circle you and invade in your personal space, standing behind you and leaning in close behind your ear, simply inhaling you and saying nothing. Other times when no one’s around he’ll lounge back on the couch with a beer in his hand, spreading his knees wide while he lazily orders you to dance for him, slowly stripping away your self esteem and clothes simultaneously.

He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind the silence that seeps from you anymore, now that he has your body and attention focused solely on him.

Even Tomura has stopped talking to you just for fun. He’ll try and make a snipe at you, fruitlessly expecting your once-usual comebacks, but all you can do is blearily smile at him.

It makes everyone uneasy how quickly you’ve been reduced to nothing.

You couldn’t leave even if you tried to. Your medical skills were too valuable to be rejected, and Dabi’s scrutinizing tabs on you wouldn’t allow for even a foot stepped outside if not for Shigaraki’s missions.

Even your meals are meager at best, mainly consisting of copious amounts of alcohol and shitty ambiguous burnt food that pops up on the counters randomly.

You feel dirty, like a disease-infested rat. No amount is showering from the dingy stalls, no amount of cheap soap bars wittled down on your body erases the feeling of being used.

Dabi has never been in more love than he has now.

He hopes you like the food he makes, secretly placing it on the bar counter seconds before you sit down. Sure, the food might be a little burnt, but it’s still your favorite right?

It doesn’t matter how expensive the shower products are, he thinks they smell nice and that they’d smell even better on you. Shigaraki can fuck off, he’s not spending too much revenue on his girl, it’s the bare minimum he can do to show you how much he appreciates you playing by his rules...even if he can never say it out loud.

And his favorite part at the end of every day is putting his surely-misplaced words of affection into action, where he can scream with his body against yours how long he’s wanted you for, how thankful he is to any deity that exists that you’ve been placed in his care.

Dabi might be in love, but he’s not stupid though.

He sees the way your body becomes more and more deteriorated, notices the small change of you hesitation to answer him, the way you can never truly look at him, how you retreat to his room more and more(your room has just become a guest room now after he burned all your belongings, rendering you completely dependent on him to supply you with scratchy clothes and feminine products, no matter how embarrassing it is for you). It’s so frustrating to him- you’re not actually doing anything wrong, but you’re not doing it right either. How long does he have to keep threatening you for? Why can’t you just be happy with him? At least pretend like he’s not the villain for once.

He just feels so passionately for you, a word he never thought would be used in his vocabulary. It all bottles up, and sometimes he feels like he isn’t expressing his feelings of love, jealousy at you not giving him enough attention at times, concern over your quiet demeanor, and wanting of you enough.

You’ve never been more broken than you are now.

If it wasn’t bad enough that you bend at his every beck and call, he expects you to understand his body language and cravings without him even saying anything, which is more so often than not. He just stares at you for so, so long. You originally tried to get up and leave after he dragged you over to the couch and plopped you down, but immediately stilled after smoke began curling from his wrists.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.”

You look at him incredulously, but his lids are lowered at you as he smokes a blunt. And so you exhale in annoyance and run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to avoid looking into his unnerving glacial eyes.

It’s too bad you don’t see the big red hearts in them that break when you turn away from him.

You’re just so pretty, how can you expect him not to stare?

He tries to get you to do weird things too when you guys are alone and he’s not plowing you into the mattress.

Once on a cool winter night a majority of the League was out hunting for recruits. Dabi, you, and Spinner had done your quotas already-or,rather, Dabi had yanked you by your wrist alongside him through the dark alleyways, growling at you to “Keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking. If I see you looking at any one of these trash kindlings I’ll burn the whole alley up and force you to watch”.

And so while the rest of the party was out, Spinner had mumbled something about needing to take a piss with a pointed glare from Dabi and you were left alone again with your...boyfriend?

He sits down on the crumbling leather and gives you a once over, not saying anything.

You fidget in place, thinking he was going to make you give him another slutty show.

Moments pass, and he snaps, “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Are you just gonna stand there like some braindead bitch? Sit down.” He leers at you.

You drop into the loveseat at the other end, looking down at your lap. You can’t see his expression, but he scoffs in disbelief.

“Are you actually slow? Get the fuck over here, it’s cold as shit.”

And so you scooch over to him regrettably, knees touching with his as you squirm.

He leans forward and turns to face you, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He notices you trembling and squeezing your eyes shut, so he stops midway.

He sits back again and as soon as you feel his presence retreat you let out our breath.

It hurts his heart to hear it.

You solely turn to face him when he doesn’t say anything, and he points to one of the grimy blankets strewn over the side of the tv. He grunts, and you catch his drift.

You get up to retrieve it, and hear his gravelly voice. “Get the remote too.”

When both items are brought back, Dabi snatches the blanket from you and drapes it over himself contentedly.

What am I, an errand girl?

He tosses the remote at you to your surprise, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.

He props his cheek against a fist and stares briefly at the tv.

You take your chances and press the on button on the remote.

The ancient monitor comes to life, and it takes a few minutes of scrolling through the channels and glancing at Dabi’s face to decide the appropriate one to watch. You settle on some old slasher finally after seeing the scowl on his face lessen at the sight of a rusted blade chopping through some guy’s shoulders.

It’s weird to be sitting there with your bully-turned-beau, watching a horror flick as if your relationship with him was normal. You’re surprised he hasn’t jumped your bones yet, it’s what he always wants to do these days as if you’re planning on leaving and it’s his last dying wish to fuck you.

But he does nothing except for sit there, gazing at the screen with unblinking eyes, bouncing his knee.

He wants you near him.

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Why do you think he even sat you next to him with a blanket and a shitty movie?

Dabi expected you to snuggle up to him the moment you say back down. It’s rather insulting that you haven’t so far, if he’s being honest. Why would a fire user like him need a blanket to keep warm? That was for you.

And the horror movie? The only reason he allowed you to put it on is because he wanted you to jump, scream, flinch-hell, do something so he can put an arm around you and tease you for being scared!

But you just sit there. Stock-still, like a deer caught in headlights. Hands in your lap, back straight up, it bothers him that you’re not relaxing around him.

“Aren’t you cold?” You jump at the break in silence.

Indeed it is cold, the chilly winter draft seeping through the crumbling foundations of the old bar. But you’d resist, not wanting to know where he was going with this.

“Uh, no, I’m good thanks.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re literally shaking cold, doll. Come here.”

You turn to him beseechingly, very much not wanting to prolong this. “Dabi...”

You’re met with an icy glare.

And so you begrudgingly scoot closer to him, barely a few inches away. Gingerly picking up the corner of the blanket, you place it over your lap in a faux effort to warm yourself.

Dabi rolls his eyes when he sees this, and pulls you by your arms to fall against his chest.

You gasp lightly at how warm his torso is, and can’t help the shiver that passes over you.

Unable to stop yourself from chasing the warmth amidst the cold night, you huddle closer to him, pressing your palms against his chest to feel more of his heat.

He looks down at your head and gives the slightest twitch of his lips.

His heart swells, and he hopes you don’t hear how embarrassingly loud it’s pounding against your hands.

You slowly start melting in his hold, shifting your leg up adjoining his to seek out more heat, and it makes his cock twitch slightly. He likes you like this: pliant, easy, comfortable. He just wishes you’d talk more, and with less of that apprehension and fear in your eyes

Some minutes pass, the slasher fic having been ended and changing to a rom-com. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he saw one of those. It must have been back when he was Touya, back when his mom would bake his favorite cookies and him and Fuyumi-chan and Natsu would chase each other around-

You stir in his arms, mumbling a bit from dozing off. Dabi gazes at you, wondering when the day would be when you bake him his favorite meals, when he gets to chase you around and make you giggle instead of chasing you like prey and making you scream.

He rubs up and down you arms soothingly with hot palms as you murmur and begin to wake up. You sit up from his chest and rub your eyes, yawning widely all the while.

It’s only when you focus on him smirking down at you that you jump back as if you’ve been electrocuted.

His smile drops at that.

You scowl at his proximity, mentally face-palming at how you could’ve been lulled to sleep so easily by this dickhead. It wasn’t even that cold, how could you have warmed up so easily to him?

A blast of icy air seemingly coming from nowhere settled over your bones and you shivered violently, rubbing your arms that were warm a minute ago.

Okay, maybe it was a bit cold. But you’d be damned if you willingly became vulnerable for him any more than you had to.

“Is someone tired?” He teased, his white teeth gleaming with his sickening grin.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed,” you mutter and avert your eyes, getting up to go upstairs.

“Good idea, I think I’ll come too.” You don’t need to turn around to hear the smug laughter in his voice, knowing full well that he was making fun of you.

You grumble and stalk upstairs with him right at your heels. At one point he lifts his gaze just to see your cute ass sashaying side-to-side with every step you took up.

He can’t help himself when he reaches a hand out and squeezes the flesh there, causing you to yelp and shoot up the stairs even faster.

Dabi shakes his head and snickers to himself, beelining after you to his quarters.

It’s a medium size-room, not meant for two people but that doesn’t stop him from cramming you in here every night.

You’re already glowering at his sheets, yanking them back and getting ready to dive in when a sudden thought strikes him.

“Have you eaten yet?” He leans against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Comes your muddled answer from beneath the comforter.

You did not, in fact, eat anything for almost a day and a half. You couldn’t do it, your stomach was constantly in knots from his presence.

“Don’t lie to me,” his nostrils flare and he glares at you.

“I said I ate already.”

“Yeah? When exactly? ‘Cause if I remember right, i haven’t seen you leave my sight for almost 36 hours now, and none of that time includes when you ate.”

You stay silent, fuming underneath the covers. Why the hell was he so concerned about you? It pisses you off that he’s putting up a fake act of caring about you, just so that he feels less guilty about raping you.

He sighs and shifts to open the door. “Stop being such a bratty little shit. You were doing so well earlier, so keep it that way unless you wanna piss me off.”

Dabi turns the knob and takes a step out of the room. “I’ll ask you one last time before I choose myself- what do you wanna eat?”

“Eat shit.”

It’s so faint and muffled, but he hears it. His eyes widen marginally, his jaw clenches and the brass knob under his inflamed palm starts to steam and bubble.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said eat shit!” You throw the covers off and glare at him full on. “Stop pretending like you actually like me, or that you care about me. You’re a crazy fucking rapist, you’re not my father for gods’ sake, so stop trying to be this fake good person!”

The only sound around the room is your soft panting and the squeaking of bubbling metal. Then, it stop.

He steps forward, and speaks softly. “You want me to be the villain so bad?”

Another step forward, and you instinctively retract your legs from the edge of the bed.

“Fine. We’ll play your little game. You’re not leaving this room until I say so, or eating until I give you permission, since that’s what you wanted anyways. Wanna act like a stone cold bitch? Be my guest.”

His posture immediately relaxes, and his smug smile returns as he crosses the room to flip onto the bed.

You look at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

He turns over and scrolls through his phone.

There’s no way he’s serious. Is he actually planning on keeping you in this room? You’re already limited to the base as it is with him breathing down your back, no way in hell you’d tolerate even more confinement.

Just to check his bluff, you slowly slip off the bed and pad towards the door, one eye over your shoulder to check that he hadn’t turned around. But the second your hand outreaches for the disfigured blob of cooling metal on the door, a massive wave of blue flames lash out mere inches from your hand and between the knob.

You scream and clutch your hand, leaping backwards.

“What the fuck, Dabi?!”

He says nothing, but continues to smirk at his phone.

You take a deep breath and are about to try to open it again his his raspy voice calls out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My nursing skills aren’t as good as yours. And even if you do manage to sever your hand and try again, if you leave then I’ll personally make sure Shigaraki withdraws all your missions here on out.”

You pause at that, cursing under your breath. As much as you knew he’d never admit it to your face, your leader needed Dabi for long distance combat. He was the second most powerful member in the group, so his word was scripture after Shigaraki’s himself. He would do anything Dabi would say if it meant keeping him in the League. You, however, were expendable at the end of the day.

Sighing, you trudge your way back to the rickety bed, grumbling under your breath. He says nothing, simply continuing to scroll through his phone as if he didn’t blast hellfire at you seconds before.

Sleep did not come easily. Even after Dabi put his phone away, he didn’t press up against you like he usually did at night. The empty space behind you was growing colder and harder to ignore.

You tossed and turned for a couple minutes, contemplating what to do. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let you leave the room until he said so. So when was he gonna give you the all-clear?

Your stomach rumbled loudly, and you winced clutching it. Damn it. If only you had taken up his offer instead of throwing a tantrum.

Finally, after an excruciating 10 minutes more of deafening silence save for your weeping stomach, you cave in.

“Dabi.”

Silence.

“Dabi, you awake?” You prop yourself up on an elbow and peek over his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his chest is moving too fast for a slumber.

“Look, I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t listen, okay? I should’ve eaten when you told me to.”

Nothing again.

“Hey.” You lightly shake his shoulder, but no response comes from him.

You sigh in frustration, tapping your fingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, an idea comes to you, but it makes your stomach recoil in disgust and quiet down its grumbling. Desperation is a bitch.

“Can I make it up to you...?”

And finally, he turns around to face you, one cheek propped against his palm, a lazy grin complimenting his salacious gaze.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier doll?”

You grimace in disgust, mixed emotions at your plan working.

“So what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” He pouts condescendingly down at you, and you grit your teeth before letting him in on it.

“Um, well..I thought maybe I could...um, y’know, like..I wanna, um...” Oh god. This was more embarrassing than you thought. How are you supposed to ask your captor if you can suck his dick? Usually he just took you fighting tooth and nail, you never fully submitted like this before.

And he knows it too, based on the way his eyes gleam in the silver moonlight and shadows of lust cross his face while looking at your wide eyes and bitten bottom lip, your fidgeting fingers showing nothing but needing pure guidance.

But this isn’t supposed to be easy, he doesn’t want you to feel comfortable, he wants you to feel bad and make it up to him.

To give you a little push, however, he gives toga slight hint as he sits up and leans back against the rickety bedrest, folding his arms behind his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart? ‘Gonna stare at me like that all night or are you gonna tell me how you’re gonna make this up to me?”

You look up at him, conflicted for a moment before solidifying your resolve. You shyly reach out a hand and touch the outside of his thigh, slowly rubbing and moving it closer up to the tent in his pelvis.

Oh, this is precious.

“What?” He sneers. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You were pushing me away earlier, but now you wanna suck my dick? Make up your mind, babe.”

You wince and continue, not backing down from his mean comment. You knew he wanted this, he expected this from you. That’s why even though he’s spitting venom from his lips, his hips are bucking up into your hand as you stroke over his member.

Your fingers move nimbly up and down, around and under his thighs and dick, with him softly cursing in the background as he grows harder and harder.

“Stop being a tease and get to sucking. It’s what you were made for, anyways,” Dabi’s low voice comes out from in between little moans.

Your hand shakes a little bit as you fumble with the drawstrings on his pj’s, and he snickers at your inexperience. When you finally free his length, it bounces out like its on fucking hydraulics, precum beading up at the tip, his shaft coated with an intimidation Jacob’s Ladder.

He watches you lick your lips and he groans under his breath. You’re nervous and scared, but he’s wondering whose heart is beating faster right now. The hand which you use to hesitantly start pumping him is so much softer than his own, and even though he’s gotten fairly accustomed to your body and the feel of it, the sensations multiply tenfold when you do it willingly for him.

Dabi has half a mind to shove your head down onto his shaft when he feels like you’re stalling with your hands, however good they feel. He wants to see you sloppy with saliva dribbling down your chin like a baby.

But he waits. As excruciatingly painful as it is, he wants to see what you’re like when you do things at your own pace, and at your own...comfort? If you can even call it that.

Finally, finally after caving in from his silent flower you get the idea to put it in your mouth.

Your face contorts in disgust as you slowly lower your head and latch your lips onto the slippery bulb, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking hard at the tip.

Dabi hisses and juts his hips up into your mouth, furiously chewing at his burnt lower lip as he holds back a pornographic moan. He knows you’d be startled and embarrassed by it, so he refrains...for now.

That doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tell you what to do, though.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck it like an ice-pop. No, don’t use your teeth idiot. And fondle my balls while you’re at it, too.”

Instructions pour into your ears, one after another as you fumble around trying to satiate his needs. You’re clumsy, which makes it even messier and hotter for him. Various fluids coat your hand and the lower half of your face as you work on him, doing exactly what he says. Sucking and kitten-licking the tip, even going so far as to dip your tongue into the crevice of his tiny hole and rapidly lick up the massive amounts of pre bubbling up after doing so, spiraling your tongue down the piercings and on his shaft until you circle around his balls. Your spit helps as lube to slick up his dick as you pump your hand while nursing on his plush balls.

Dabi, of course, has a hand woven through your hair and randomly jerks down on your head when you hit a good spot. You can tell he’s trying his best to hold back from his way his body and arms shake in self restraint, so you know it’s time to finish things up before his control snaps.

You start stroking him even faster, squeezing a little harder when you move up on his tip and massaging his balls. The soft schlick schlick sounds echo throughout the quiet room, the rustling of his sheets as his legs move to their own accord mute the thudding of both your hearts.

You can tell his orgasm is about to come from the way his cheeks puff up and his chest heaves. Pulling away is futile, as the second he sees recognition in your eyes he finally does what he’s been wanting to do, and slams your head all the way down his length.

He starts actually face-fucking you now, all 7 1/2 inches tightly cramming in your throat. You retch and cry out around his dick, trying to pull your head back but he’s not having it; he pounds the back of your canal and you swear you’ll wake up with a bruised esophagus in the morning.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes doll, fuck, just a little more, you’re doing so good, my little cumdump huh? You love me, yeah? Of course you do, of course you love your daddy, you’re never gonna leave me you’re gonna stay right here under me like the good little girl you are-“

Filth pours from his mouth as white ropes leave his cock, your already-filled throat flooding with his seed and leaking out of your strained mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he waits for a moment or two, calming his breath down by taking deep inhales in place of his rapid panting. His breath deepens after a minute or two, but he still has an iron grip on the back of your head sealed so tight that the cum is trapped on the inside of your stretched lips.

“Mmmfh!” You cry out and beat at his knee. He finally looks down at focuses on you, squinting and laughing at your predicament.

“Aww what’s wrong, don’t wanna gargle my kids? Would you rather have them someplace else?” He shakes your head back and forth on his softening cock and more seed spills out over your mouth and around his groin.

You painfully pull your head up, and Dabi revels in how you look.

Teary-eyed, your hair a mess, cum and spit coating your mouth like a fucking whore.

You’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you have at that moment.

“Come on, clean me up,” he gestures to the mess on his body, and you grimace.

“Do I have to? I just did what you wanted me to-“

“I thought you were trying to make it up to me?” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

You sigh and try to do it quickly, ingesting the vile contents and avoiding his cruel grin.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finish him off and flop down in bed, catching your breath.

“So, was that good enough? Can I go outside now?”

“It’s the middle of the night, where the hell would you go right now?” He fluffs up his pillow and pulls his pants back up, getting ready to actually sleep this time.

“Well, I mean yeah, but...you know what I mean, in the morning you’ll let me go out, right?”

He rolls over to face you, and you can’t decipher what emotion crosses his face as his position blocks out the moonlight. From his body rolled over, the light reflecting off the side of his head would almost make it seem like he had white hair.

“Who said anything about letting you go out?”

You gape at him for a moment, then chuckle nervously. “Come on, don’t freak me out like that. You said that if I made it up to you-“

“I said make it up to me, as in apologize for your bitchy attitude. I didn’t say anything about you leaving. You’re gonna have to do more than a shitty blowjob if you wanna leave this room.”

“Dabi!”

“What? I’m just complying with what you wanted. You didn’t wanna go with me, right? So, I’m playing by your rules.” He says simply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

Tears brim up in your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“Exactly. Which is why you’re not leaving until I say so.”

You turn over and scoot away from him, ignoring his scoff. But you suppose you couldn’t be too mad, after all.

You don’t know what you were expecting from a villain anyways.

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bloodsweatandpotato · 2 years

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Dhmis AU Plot summary

The trio are in a simulation. They understand something’s wrong, especially Harry, who seems to be gradually regaining some memories/awareness of the outside word, but none of them can quite remember what is normal and what isn’t. When they try to, it’s always just out of reach.

The simulation was created by Roy, who’s basically a ‘scientist’ working to develop a sort of electrical impulse/ drug induced simulation so immersive, the subject forgets it’s not real. You should also know that Roy is… not right mentally, and feels that the ends (his research and inevitable million dollar profit), justify the means (unethical and downright criminal test methods).

Robin and Harry all but adopted Roy’s biological son Manny, after seeing Roy’s neglectful to the point of being abusive behavior. When Roy realized nobody would volunteer to be a test subject, he kidnapped the closest people to be his guinea pigs, namely, the trio.

After being kidnapped by a person under the alias of Money Man (who Roy pays to do his dirty work), the trio are brought to Roy’s ‘lab’ (building used to be a cold storage building, before it went out of business and was bought by Roy. Supplies are from Roy’s career as a scientist, and stolen/bought hospital supplies).

The simulation starts out normal enough, with the the three plunged into a replica of their own house, only brighter, more fake, more... plastic and felt textured. The trio carry on as if everything is normal, having forgotten the kidnapping and seemingly unbothered by the fakeness of the house.

Roy is intrigued, and wants to know how far he can go before they realize and wake up. After all, all they need to do to leave the simulation is to figure out they’re in one, and pull the metaphorical plug. Inspired by his disgust for the trio’s ‘frivolous’ behavior in the real world, Roy decides to teach the trio all some lessons, children’s show style. And his sadistic side makes sure it turns out entertaining in a much more bloody fashion.

With the introduction of a form-changing sketch pad, which can transform into a human, so begins the lessons.

Paige the sketchbook teaches creativity, Tony the Clock time, Larry the lamp dreams, and all other objects in the house come alive periodically as well. All major physical damage is reversed by the end of the lesson, though minor cuts and scrapes are deemed too insignificant to fabricate healing for.

Different lessons are taught over and over.

Eventually, Colin the computer, which had, until recently, only helped Tony teach about digital clocks, teaches the trio about the wonderful world of the internet.

Harry’s had enough, and begins to break free of the simulation. Roy, extremely dismayed, quickly projects something more real. He’s not ready to give up his guinea pigs yet. He switches to Harry’s life outside of the house.

Although Harry doesn’t consciously remember the previous simulation, he, on some level, seems to remember the idea of singing, teaching objects.

Roy leaves him be for a while, convinced his memories of the previous simulation will fade with time.

Meanwhile, Manny and Robin can’t quite remember Harry. They know something is missing, but they can’t quite grasp what it is. To distract them, Roy introduces some new teachers.

Steve the steak, Benny bread, and Lana the can. Time to teach about healthy eating.

Not everything goes as planned though, with Harry starting to realize this place is fake. He finds a phone booth, and uses his newfound knowledge of this reality to make a call to the house phone. While this place makes one highly suggestible, it also is easily molded itself, when somebody has enough lucidity to shape it.

Roy is quick to shut down Harry’s tries, keeping Robin from answering the phone by warping the simulation, and keeping poor Manny occupied with the teachers. Finally, Robin manages to get to the phone and hear a short warning from Harry, before the line goes dead.

Robin knows to much, and is too close to discovering the simulation. Roy decides to take him out altogether, and have some fun with it. Eaten by a giant, unnamed monster can, Robin’s mind is put in a state of stasis mimicking death. He knows nothing more until days later.

Harry leaves the phone booth, unable to contact the house phone anymore.

A few days later, Manny is in bed, mourning the loss of his friends. He’s not sure what happened, or where they went, or even specifically when, but he know’s he used to be with them. He misses them. He cries himself to sleep, before waking from a nightmare.

Larry the lamp is there to greet him. Time for a one on one lesson about nightmares. Manny begins to go through the normal torture.

Meanwhile, Harry is more determined than ever to get to his friends, and is back at it, once again trying to figure out this place. Finally breaking free of the simulation’s lies, he is met with the control room, Roy’s own special place within the simulation.

With all his memories back, Harry is forced to Watch Manny’s latest psychological torture session by the hand of Larry. He pushes random buttons in an attempt to save Manny, but instead other teachers appear and disappear, as well as Robin at one point.

Finally, Roy enters the control room, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder in silent plea to join him.

Harry declines, pulling the plug. Just as he pulls it, Roy, in a desperate last ditch attempt to keep them from escaping, changes the simulation.

He changes it to something happier, something perfect.

Everyone is their favorite colors, and Paige (new and improved to be friendly) starts up her song again. But they aren’t free yet.

(To be updated as I write more and more of the story is revealed. Find my masterlist of the chapters and artwork here! Check back regularly, as I often upload chapters out of order on the timeline! This will hopefully help you understand my stories, even if you don’t read every one)

#dhmis #don’t hug me i’m scared #don’t hug me you’re not real #dhmis au #my writing #dhmis harry #dhmis robin #dhmis manny #dhmis roy #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis money man #*drops this and runs*#my self indulgent au for my comfort fandom pls don’t judge me #*keysmash*

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Want You to Stay - Sugawara Koushi

My first HQ commission! Thank you so much to the lovely commissioner (who came up with the light-hearted and fun plot)! If you’re interested in commissioning me, please shoot me a dm!

Summary: You try to stay home and study for once, and succeed. However, when your crush shows up at your door it’s impossible to get anything done now. (This is a very soft and fun smut! There’s no dark or potentially triggering content in this, but as always read at your own risk since this is 18+ content).

Warnings: Daddy kink, fem! reader, oral (m. and f. receiving), vaginal sex, reader has breasts, (let me know if i missed anything!)

Word count: 3k

You sigh looking at your phone, another invitation you have to reject. Texting your best friend back, you explain that between work and attending classes you haven’t had a spare minute to actually study for your impending finals. You drop your phone on the table, rubbing your temples with your thumbs to relieve some of the stress building up and threatening a major headache.

A few quiet buzzes come from your phone, but you don’t bother looking. Knowing your friend will just try to convince you to come out anyways and you’ll end up going like always. You need to use at least a tiny bit of self-restraint, and get some work done for once. Each time the phone screen lights up with a new message from here, you want to reach for it.

This is impossible. You can’t stay here and get anything done.

You leave your phone on the table, going to your bedroom to grab a few of your books from the bookshelf by your bed and sitting down at your desk to study. Without the distraction of your phone, you progress far into your business calculus book, but your eyes hurt, and you want o stop staring at the formulas you’re sure you’ll forget by the end of the week if you keep going.

Standing up and stretching, an unexpected knock at the door makes you jump. Instinctively you reach for your phone, remembering it’s at the dining room table in your kitchen. IF it’s your friend, she probably has been texting you dozens of messages, you think, and got tired of it and just showed up to drag you out.

Opening the door, you prepare your best scolding line. “I swear to god, if you’re here to convince-“

“Heeeyyy,” You’re shocked to see Koushi standing at your door, holding a large pizza box with two melon flavored sodas on top of the box. “Is now a bad time? I know it’s late, but I figured you could use some company…”

“Oh, no it’s fine…” you look away embarrassed that you yelled at him thinking it was your friend. “Come in, now is fine! I’ve just been trying to study a little.” He walks past you into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and setting the pizza and soda on the coffee table.

“I heard, that’s why I came by. I was sad you were going to be missing out on the house party, so I figured I would come keep you company.” He sits on the couch, slinging one arm around the back and making himself pleasantly at home.

“Y-you didn’t have to do that,” you try and hide the fact you are flattered he’s here.

Over the last year since you met him in an elective class you’d been paired to work together in, you’d fell deeper and deeper into this crush that blossomed all that time ago. He’s been over to your place on multi[le occasions but always with mutual friends or for a project and only really talked about the assignment. So, having him here now comfortable seated on your couch, you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly flustered.

Koushi smiles at you, “Of course I did! Can’t have my sweet little underclassmen all alone on a Saturday night.”

You turn around, thankful to have him staring at your back instead of the distressed look on your face as you grab two plates from the cabinet and let yourself calm down. He’s always been flirtatious with you, but he was with everyone else too, so you always told yourself it wasn’t particular affection for you. Handing him a plate you thank him for the pizza and he politely smiles.

“What have you been studying? Anything I can help with?” He breaks the silence that settled while eating together and watching an old rerun of a sitcom on the television.

“Oh, maybe? I know you’re not in the business department, but maybe…” you scurry off to your room and grab your textbook. You turn around, ready to head back but bump into Koushi’s chest, dropping the book. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

His hands instinctively reach out to prevent you from falling, “it’s my fault. I thought you wanted me to follow you.” A pink flush covers his cheeks and nose, and you can’t help but smile up at him. He looks so much younger when he’s embarrassed, you realize.

“It’s okay, I should have…”

“Hey, before you continue… can I try something?”

“Sure, what is-“ before you finish Koushi’s lips are on yours, soft and desperately moving against yours.

You let him hold you close to him, settling your hands on his chest, gripping his shirt between your fingers and palm. His lips are so much more than you imagined them late at night when you couldn’t sleep, not nearly as inexperienced as you might have guessed. He’s slow and meticulous, moving against yours with ease and enticing you with each moment that passes.

He breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips until he lets go of you, the same blush now darker on his face. “I’m sorry-“

“Why? Don’t be.” You step back, sitting on your bed and hiding your face in your hands.

“Do you want me to go now, I’m sorry if I took advantage of you or –“

“Please stay,” you tell him. “I really, really, want you to stay Koushi.” You reach out, grabbing his hand and he squeezes it before sitting on the bed.

He pulls you into his side, stroking your hair and tilting your chin up to look at him. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met. I just never felt like it was the right time. I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing… I’m just happy you finally made the move.”

“Yeah?” He asks excitedly. “Want me to continue or do you really need to study tonight?”

“I think studying can wait,” you lean up kissing him and pulling him down onto you as your back hits the bed.

He shifts onto his elbows and knees, still holding your head and hair while kissing you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip teasingly before he nibbles at it and you gasp, opening your mouth for him. He chuckles against your lips, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and massaging your tongue with his. He grinds against you, your loose t-shirt pushing up your stomach and his cold fingers dragging across your bare skin. You arch your back, body molding to his while he slips your shirt off.

“What a pretty little bra,” he teases, fingers playing with the lilac lace covering the curve of your breast. “Did you wear this for me?”

“Oh yes, I have the psychic ability to know you’d come confess your undying love for me and that I needed to be wearing this exact underwear set for you…” you giggle rolling your eyes.

“Set?” His eyes graze down your body to your dark leggings. “I guess I need to investigate a little more.” You hum in agreement watching him slowly pull your leggings off your legs and tossing them on the floor behind him.

“Oh look, you were telling the truth,” he says with a cunning grin.

Rubbing his fingers softly over your clothed cunt, he teases you by pressing down harder each time his rubs over your sensitive clit. You squirm each time he does so, squeezing the bedspread between your fingers and moaning softly.

“You’re so sensitive,” he comments, slipping his hand inside your panties and coating his fingers in your juices. “And so wet, princess.”

You mewl at his name for you, making you grind against his fingers as he chuckles. His finger slips inside with no resistance, curling at the end and making you groan deeply. The second goes in just as easy, making you feel full and already like you could cum any minute. However, as he forces a third finger into your tight cunt, your eyes are starting to water and the soft moans are much louder now.

“You’re so tight baby,” he praises getting down on his knees in front of the bed.

His tongue teases your clit while he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you. Your hands go to his soft silver hair, holding his face against your needy pussy as he sucks on your clit. The sounds leaving your lips are nothing compared to the sloppily disguised hums as Koushi all but devours you.

“Koushi,” you whimper tired of his teasing. You’ve waited long enough. You’ll never admit it to him but there were too many nights over the last year where this exact scene ran through your brain while you tried your best to get off with your vibrator thinking of his cock inside of you.

“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell daddy what you want.”

Your face burns as the word falls from his lips. Daddy.

“Daddy,” you whine fucking yourself on his fingers while he chuckles. “I want you to fuck me. Really, really, fuck me!”

“Aw, do you want my cock baby?”

“Yes! Please daddy!” You beg looking up to him, your eyes wild and desperate.

“You have to be a good girl and cum for me first. I’m dying to taste you.” His lips reattach to your wet lips, his tongue making you moan loudly and gid your fingers back into his soft hair.

Your toes curl up, thighs squeezing his head between them as you feel your stomach twisting. You can’t get him any closer, you know that, but logic doesn’t apply now as you try desperately to bring him impossibly closer. As your eyes squeeze shut, a moan leaves your mouth erratically and you cum around Koushi’s fingers and on his mouth. His lips vibrate as he moans against your cunt, making your thighs twitch as your over-sensitive clit takes the brunt of it.

“Such a good girl,” he praises lifting his head up from your thighs, his face glistening with your release.

He stands up beside the bed, slipping his shirt and pants off. You can’t help but stare at him, tenting in his boxers, as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Sitting up, your fingers softly stroke down the soft fabric over his cock. Koushi moans softly, closing his eyes and biting his lip.

Encouraged by his reaction, you pull his boxers down his thigh, taking his cock in your hand. As you stroke him once, he lets out another moan with his eyes squeezed shut. You giggle moving onto your stomach so you can easily take the head between your lips. Precum greets your tongue, and you moan against his head, making him shiver. Taking more of him in your mouth, you stroke the base knowing you can’t take all of him yet.

Each moan and little buck of his hips encourages you more, making you take more down your throat. He holds you down on him momentarily, making you gag but immediately letting you go and set the pace again. Your tongue circling the head always makes him tug your hair, the tingling from your scalp making your desire to have him fall apart at your touch overwhelming.

He responds so well, to every brush of your lips on his shaft to your tongue dragging down the bottom to the tip where he leaks precum. Every intake of breath strained, and you wonder if…

“Fuck!” He nearly yells, “do that again baby.” You’d giggle if your mouth wasn’t full of his length. You massage his balls in your hand again as you choke down as much of him as you can, making him moan and buck his hips forward. He must really like this.

“Baby,” he groans pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands. “Fuck, as much as I’d love to cum on your pretty face. I don’t think that’d be fair to you baby.”

You grin up at him, heart racing. Koushi is really going to fuck you. You’d say no a thousand times over to your friend all the other times you went out with her and others if this was meant to happen the first time you told her no. You sit up, watching as he slips out of his boxers, then pushes you back onto your back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yes, I…” you stop yourself from word vomiting all over him. “Please daddy, I need you to fuck me.”

“Well,” he laughs, “if you insist.” He reaches down between your bodies, adjusting the head of his cock with your hole and thrusting inside with no resistance. “You’re still so wet baby,” he moans closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours.

You’re already whimpering as he slides in, your walls clinging to him for dear life. When he’s fully inside, thrusting a few shallow times to let you adjust, it’s already too much. You’re biting your tongue and squeezing your eyes shut. The first full thrust sends you over the edge again, you’re cumming around him with tears threatening to spill over.

You’re shocked by it as is he, moaning as your cunt clenches around him already with him barely doing anything. He strokes your hair with his right hand, using his left to hold him up while he adjusts your knees underneath him and around his shoulder.

“It’s okay baby, cum as much as you want tonight.” He coos in your ear, a hint of smugness in his tone. “You feel so fucking tight, I don’t want you to stop squeezing me like this.”

You’re embarrassed at first, but his words comfort you. Who could blame you, though? Really, it’s been too long pining after one person and only having your fingers and cheap sex toys to get by. After your first orgasm you’ve been desperate for more attention down there, and now having it so fully… you had to let go.

“Daddy…” you whine, your legs thrown over his shoulders and his hands holding you still by your hips.

It’s not exactly intimate, but it feels so good. Too good, you think. This could be addicting. His thrusts are swift, rebuilding that previous orgasm from the ground up. Letting your head fall to the side, mouth bobbing open and drool threatening to spill, you let your body relax and take everything he gives. Every push and pull against your cervix making you cry out and Koushi moan.

“You look so beautiful all fucked out like this,” he praises, leaning down and turning your chin up to look up at him.

His hazel eyes are focused on your face, savoring each wince and crinkle of your nose when he fucks deeper into you. You look so worn down and enthralled in the pleasure he’s giving you that he needs to be closer.

Stalling to sit up and release your legs from his shoulders, he lets you wrap them around his waist. As soon as his body melds to yours, he’s fucking into you rougher and kissing you. His tongue invading your mouth and sucking on your tongue you feel yourself tipping over again.

His taste. His touch. His tongue.

Everything.

It’s better than you ever imagined it, and your toes are curling and nails biting into his soft skin before you can even break away to tell him you’re going to cum again. He knows though, learning your little tells from the first too. The orgasm crashes through your body like a wave hitting a rocky shore. Your body tensing and relaxing until you are pliable mush underneath Koushi and he’s groaning in your ear as your cunt squeezes his orgasm from him.

“Fuck,” he’s repeating it into your ear, the cum leaking out from you already.

Pulling out, he jumps to his feet and scurries into your ensuite bathroom, dampening a washcloth and coming back into the room before you’ve collected yourself to clean you up. The washcloth makes you shiver, not from the temperature because it’s warm, but the sensitive skin still overstimulated .

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, finishing up and tossing it to your laundry basket.

“It’s okay,” you giggle as he pulls you into his arms.

Neither of you say much, listening to the sound of one another’s breathing and coming down together. He rubs circles onto the skin below your shoulder blades, making you shiver every so often. Each time, he squeezes you tighter than the last. Your face warms, as does your body, and you feel completely at peace.

“Koushi,” you inquire.

“Hmm?” His eyes are closed but they flutter open when you don’t respond immediately.

“Why didn’t you ever… you know… make a move before?”

He laughs, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Dunno really. Never found the right time, I suppose. There was always someone else around or I’d get nervous because you were always so focused on our projects that it felt inappropriate”

Giggling, you tell him the same story. It’s funny that you both were going through a similar experience without the other having a clue. You kiss him, his lips warm and soft against your own. It’s still baffling he’s here with you now, so vulnerable and open. You never expected your one-sided, well what you thought was one-sided, to develop into anything more. His body flush against yours, warm and feeling more like home than anywhere else in the last few years.

As you start to doze off on his chest, his soft voice wakes you.

“-----?”

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t you have homework?”

“Fuck.”

So much for staying home to study.

#commission work #hq!! smut #hq!! x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi smut #sugawara smut

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flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash · 4 years

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Every Breath You Take - Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki has been stalking you for weeks, and you have no idea why. One night, he decides to claim what is his.

Characters: Loki x female reader

Words: ~6300

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit language, stalking, dub-con and/or non-con smut (depending where you draw the line between those), breaking and entering, choking/breath play, fear kink, power dynamics, humiliation, praise kink, basically Loki being a dominant mother fucker

Author’s Note: Major song inspiration for this is “Every Breath You Take” by Devil + Winter. Yes, I know it’s a remake of an older song, but I looove that specific cover so much.

This might officially be my favorite oneshot I’ve written thus far, so I hope y’all enjoy!

Every Breath You Take

Glancing at the clock, you puffed out a breath at the late hour. It might be Friday, but you had refused to leave the office until all weekly projects were completed by their deadline, as well as a few extras that you wanted to finish ahead of schedule. You had snagged a government job, and there was no way in hell that you were going to slack off or cause anyone to second guess whether you were the most qualified choice.

Sending off an email to your supervisor with the attached completed work, you gave a triumphant grin before logging out of the computer system, grabbing your purse, and hightailing it for the elevators. Thoughts of a long, hot bath followed by curling up on the couch with delivery pizza and a sappy movie were beckoning, and after a week full of working early mornings and even later evenings, you deserved it.

Exiting the elevator and crossing the lobby, you waved and said goodnight to the evening security guard. He was unsurprised to see you leaving so late and wished you a good weekend. The sun had set hours ago, but the street was still semi-lit from the city lights, sections of darkness broken by circles of lamp light, car headlights, and the muted glow of lit windows.

And yet, he still managed to hide within the shadows.

You wouldn’t have even noticed, if it weren’t for the fact that he had been an unfailing constant lately. Each time you exited the office, even if it was just to run down the street to the nearest food truck, he was there. Standing right across the street from your work building, intense stare fixed in your direction, tonight was no exception.

The first time it had happened, you had been sure you were hallucinating. Especially because no one else seemed to notice the tall figure, pedestrians passing by with no acknowledgement. It was as if he didn’t allow anyone to see him. Just you.

Habit made you glance across the street again, and sure enough, the shadowed outline of his lean form was still waiting between the patches of light. It was as if he had molded them to his own benefit, wrapping the night around himself so that only the inhuman flicker of his eyes glinted at you out of the darkness.

Loki, the God of Mischief, had been silently stalking you for weeks. And you had absolutely no idea why.

Starting down the street, you felt his presence as a prickle on the back of your neck. He was there as you walked a block over to the bus stop, and it was only when you were safely on board and in a seat that the sensation disappeared. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, knowing he was gone. The reprieve was short-lived, since you also knew that he’d already be there when you got home.

Sure enough, once the bus exited the city and stopped near your block, the sensation of being followed returned. You walked quickly up the front path of your suburban home, hands shaking slightly as they fit the key into the front door. He never came too close, never followed you across the threshold, but the idea that he could made your mouth run dry. Once you were inside with the door closed and deadbolted, you went around double checking all the windows and the back door. Yep, still locked.

Peeking out between the blinds in the living room, your eyes scanned the moonlit yard, looking for movement. You didn’t see any, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t out there, lurking. For the millionth time you contemplated reporting him, but also for the millionth time you had no idea who exactly to tell. It wasn’t like you were highly-ranked enough to have Mr. Fury or the Avengers on speed dial. And the police would think you were having a mental break, since it seemed as though Loki could cloak himself from being noticed, even when in the middle of a crowd.

You had just started working for S.H.I.E.L.D a couple of months ago, as a low-level data interpreter. To say you were at the bottom of the totem pole was accurate, but you were prepared to work hard to elevate yourself within the organization. Sure, you’d never be an actual agent or spy, but there were upper level positions within your department that would one day have your name on them. You weren’t about to jeopardize those possibilities by creating waves while still in your probationary period, especially since you doubted your by-the-book, no-nonsense supervisor would do anything other than laugh in your face if you tried to tell him that a friggin god had chosen to follow you around. Hell, even your own family would probably assume you were overworked and delusional.

Which meant that you were stuck dealing with the issue of Loki yourself...and so far your grand master plan had been trying to ignore him in the fervent hopes that he would get bored and leave you alone.

Though he was impossible to totally ignore, you had made some progress with not lying in bed awake all night, staring at the ceiling and fearing the moment he’d decide to come inside the house. You still did this for about half of the night, but hey, progress. When he had shown no interest in crossing that boundary, you wondered if you were supposed to feel more terrified at his lack of intent, or safe with the knowledge that he was lurking around the house like your own personal security system.

And while you had at first been too scared to leave the office for lunch knowing he was out there, after a week of huddling in your cubicle you had been furious with yourself. It had been a piss-poor day anyways, and you had barely made it to an 8am meeting on time thanks to forgetting to set your alarm the night before (probably because you had been too busy stressing over the god lurking outside). Deciding that enough was enough, you had walked outside with head held high, ready to march down the street to the nearby deli. He had been there, of course he had, piercing gaze immediately zeroed in on you the moment you exited the building’s doors.

Lack of sleep and frustration making you feel bold, you had actually stopped and glared black at him. It was the first time you had been assertive enough to acknowledge him without any visible fear, and you were damn proud of yourself.

That pride had quickly turned to ash when the corners of his mouth curved slowly upwards, lips parting to showcase a sadistic smirk that caused your heart to drop into your ass, legs doing a 180 and practically sprinting you back into the building. Turns out you hadn’t been that hungry, after all. You had left the office for lunch a few times since then, but always kept your eyes pointed down at the sidewalk, never daring to nonverbally challenge him again.

Now, after checking for the umpteenth time that all the blinds were closed, you went through with your evening plans, the hot bath relaxing tense muscles and greasy pizza filling your soul as much as your stomach. And when you crawled into bed a few hours later and drifted off to sleep, you almost forgot about the powerful god who was stalking your every move. Almost…

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Startling awake a few hours later, you sat up in bed and grabbed for the bedside lamp, flicking it on. Eyes squinting at the sudden brightness, you scanned the room with a pounding heart, relief washing over you at seeing that the corners were empty. It was just a dream, you soothed. It wasn’t real…

Said dream had been filled with flashing green eyes, lips twisted into a cruel grin, and a large, powerful form pinning you to the bed.

Licking bone-dry lips, you got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen for a glass of water. You didn’t turn on any other lights, both because you knew the layout of the house well enough to navigate it in the dark, and in hopes that your movement wouldn’t alert a certain visitor who might still be in the vicinity.

The microwave clock showed that it was a little after 3am, which meant you had only gotten a couple hours of sleep before the raven-haired god had once again disrupted your life. There were enough windows with moonlight streaming in through the blinds that you had no trouble navigating the kitchen. Not wanting to open the fridge and risk him seeing the light, you grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and went over to the sink, glancing out the small window above it but seeing only an empty yard.

The glass was half full when you felt every hair on your body stand up in warning. All those blinds had been shut earlier. You had checked them multiple times before going to bed. Your eyes flew back up, breath catching in your throat at the sight. Only seconds ago the view of the yard had been empty, but now…

Loki was standing mere feet away, on the other side of the glass. Moonlight lit up his features, the pale unblemished skin giving off an eerie glow as his emerald eyes burned into you through what, suddenly, felt like a pathetic excuse of a barrier. Shock and fear made your suddenly shaky fingers loosen their grip on the fragile water glass, causing it to fall into the sink and shatter. The noise was like a gunshot to your frozen state; you jumped and screamed in alarm before realizing the sound wasn’t from the window. Eyes jerked down to the sink, where pieces of glass lay scattered and sparkling in the dim moonlight. When you looked back up again, Loki was gone.

Suddenly, a wave of anger flowed through you, heating your blood and overtaking the fear long enough for you to make what, looking back, was a really fucking stupid decision.

You were so done with his shit, done with living in constant hypervigilance and fear because some god had decided to play with you like a bug in a jar. Without allowing yourself to fully process the stupidity of what you were about to do, you went over to the back door, opened it, and stormed out onto the porch.

Breath puffing with adrenaline, you glanced to your right, where Loki had previously been standing. Instead, there was only empty air. This served to piss you off more, as it was obvious that he was just toying with you. Well, you were done with the games.

“Listen up, asshole!” you shrieked at the empty yard. “I don’t know what your problem is, but-” you cut off abruptly as logic finally caught up to anger. Your brain was frantically waving a big, red ‘this is a really stupid idea’ sign and telling you to get back inside.

The flames of rage quickly fizzled out, replaced by an icy wave of fear when the asshole in question suddenly appeared in the middle of the yard, seemingly out of thin air. He stood silent and still as the night, all-black Asgardian clothing molded to his tall and proud form so that he blended in with the shadows.

You felt, more than saw, his eyes trail slowly down over your body, expression unreadable in the dim moonlight. You were suddenly very aware that you were only wearing a lavender tank top and grey sleep shorts, bare toes curling against the cool wood of the porch. The sheer vulnerability of your situation kicked-started the flight response, and you took a slow step backwards, not wanting to lose sight of what your survival instinct classified as a wild and unpredictable predator.

The plan failed instantly when Loki burst forward, black cape fluttering out around his form as he strode across the yard. You weren’t sure if he looked more like a fallen angel or avenging demon, but the effect was enough to jolt your body into motion as you turned and sprinted for the still-open back door.

Crossing the threshold, you felt a small spark of relief, thinking how he never came inside, that you just needed to get the door closed and…

He hit the wood with such force that you were thrown into the kitchen, stumbling back against the opposite wall when he stepped inside. His gaze zeroed in on you as he lifted one booted foot and kicked the door shut.

The loud slam made you jump, vocal cords suddenly coming back online as you opened your mouth to scream. He moved so fast that you didn’t even have time to consider fleeing, his hand cutting off the scream before it even left your throat. He slammed you into the wall, his palm so large that it covered the entire bottom half of your face and effectively cut off your oxygen. His other arm caged you in, palm flat against the wall right beside your head, making you feel utterly trapped. Eyes widening with terror, you clawed at his hand, fighting to breathe. You might as well have been an insect trying to stop an incoming shoe with all the difference your struggles made.

“You will be silent. Attempt to scream again, and I will choke the life out of you. Understood?”

His low, dark voice made you shiver with fear, but you were so desperate for air that you would agree to almost anything at this point, and so nodded frantically up at him. His eyes narrowed for a few moments, as if assessing your reliability, before sliding his hand down so that it lightly encircled your throat and anchored you to the wall.

Gasping in blessed oxygen, you panted up at him with heaving breaths, eyes shifting back and forth as you tried, and failed, to come up with an escape plan. If you thought he had been intimidating from a distance these past few weeks, it was nothing compared to the vision of him up close. He practically buzzed with power as his lean, muscular frame towered over you, the ebony-clad chest and shoulders blocking any view of the kitchen and back door. The fingers at your throat flexed slightly in silent warning, as if he could read your thoughts and was reminding you that escape was futile.

You looked up at him, still in shock and trying to process the fact that a literal god was in your kitchen. And not just any god, but one who had terrorized your city, made a crowd kneel at his feet, and declared his intent to rule the planet. His arrogance was legendary, his powers terrifying. And you were so, so fucked.

Glancing up, you took in his face, semi-shadowed in the moonlit kitchen. Flawless porcelain skin showcased features sharp enough to cut glass, your eyes scanning over his sternly clenched jaw and lips pressed into a tight grimace. They gave off a coldness that sent a shiver down your spine, but then you looked up past his straight, regal nose and found the blazing heat of his gaze. He was watching you intently, those cruel lips curving up the slightest bit at your obvious perusal.

Horrified to have been caught staring, your eyes quickly lowered, taking in the expensive fabric that covered his tall, powerful body. You felt him bend down, every muscle tensed in fearful anticipation when his face stopped right beside your own. You could practically feel the effort he made to reign in his strength, the capability for violence coiled tightly right below the surface of his skin. Still too scared to lift your eyes, you heard as he slowly inhaled through his nose before exhaling through his mouth, so that warm breath ghosted over the side of your neck and caused goosebumps to erupt across your flesh.

Holy crap, had he just sniffed you?!

He gave a dark chuckle at the noticeable shudder that ran through your body in response to his actions. The hand at your throat moved up to tightly grip your chin, tipping it upwards until your eyes fluttered up as well and were ensnared by his gaze.

He was taking you in, noting your eyes dilated with fear and mouth slightly parted as your chest heaved to take in panicked breaths. He seemed to catalog all of your reactions with a piercing intelligence, as if storing away the knowledge for later.

“Do you fear me, human?”

The low, rumbled words shouldn’t have been enticing, but you’d be lying to deny the stirring low in your gut that resulted from his voice whispering in your ear. It actually took a few seconds for the question itself to filter through your brain. Unable to nod with his fingers still gripping your chin, you instead gave a soft, breathy, “Yes,” which caused him to smirk.

“Good girl.”

Okay, now that definitely caused a reaction, your body heating up at the mixture of fear and praise he provided. Dear god, what is wrong with you?! Scream, fight, do something!

As if he could read the thoughts in your gaze, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Ah ah, little one. You’re not getting away until I allow it.”

Attempting one last ounce of bravery, you asked in a pleading voice, “Why are you doing this?”

His eyes lit up, as if he were impressed that you dared to question his motives. The fingers at your chin loosened slightly, his eyes watching as he moved a thumb slowly back and forth across your lower lip.

“This planet is exceedingly uninspiring, and I have found humans to be particularly boring. So I had to obtain entertainment in one form or another, didn’t I?”

Well that sure wasn’t the answer you had been expecting. All the weeks of following you around, scaring you to within an inch of your life as you tried to figure out what reasons he had for singling you out, and it was all because he was bored?

You were grateful to feel a spark of anger return at his callous response and utter disregard for what he had put you through these past weeks. Looking back later, you’d think that he had verbally poked at you on purpose, had wanted you to showcase a bit more fight to add to his entertainment of the situation.

Through gritted teeth, you said, “If we’re so boring, then why waste your time following me around?”

His fingers trailed back down over your throat, and for a moment you thought that your words had been a fatal mistake, that this was when he decided you weren’t worth the trouble and strangled you. Instead, his fingers flitted over the pulse in your neck, pausing there as if to measure its beating, before gliding further down and across your delicate collarbone.

“I said humans were boring.” The tips of his long, cool fingers slid underneath the right strap of your tank top, pushing it towards your shoulder. “I didn’t say that you were boring.”

Shocked into silence, you felt the fabric being dragged down over your arm, the neckline lowering with it so that the top swells of your breasts were visible. You felt like a rabbit caught in the hunter’s crosshairs, too scared to move outside the involuntary trembling that started in your knees and traveled up the length of your legs and torso.

“Please,” you whispered, staring up at him helplessly, beseeching him to let you go. Wanting this to all just be a dream in which he would suddenly disappear and you would wake up in your warm bed.

“Begging already?” he taunted. “But we’ve barely begun.”

With that, he grabbed the neckline of the tank top and yanked, the fabric no match for his inhuman strength as he literally tore it from your body. The cool air hitting your bare nipples was what thrust you into action, as you reached up to shove against his shoulders with all your might, hoping to make him stumble back long enough so that you could dart to the side and make a run for it.

Instead, you might as well have pushed against a stone wall, even the adrenaline-laced strength not making him retreat so much as an inch. The only reaction your action caused was him to huff out a dark laugh of amusement before he flung the tatters of the tank top to the side and leered down at your exposed flesh.

You watched, wide-eyed, as a large and surprisingly warm palm cupped your breast, testing the weight of it. The whimper that left your throat was purely out of fear, you told yourself, and had nothing to do with the sensation of him pinching your nipple between two of those slender and graceful, yet powerfully masculine, fingers.

“What delightful noises you make, pet. I’m eager to learn how many others I can wring from your lips.”

Oh god, this couldn’t be happening. The whole situation was too surreal, too overwhelming. Your brain couldn’t compute all the mixed signals it was getting from the rest of your body. Thighs trembled with fear and the desire to run, but your traitorous nipples were hard as stone, and not just from the chilly air.

Loki noticed as well, of course he did. He was a master of lies, and of reading them in others, so there was no way your body was going to fool him. A pleased look lit up his eyes, and the emerald blaze was too much, causing your own to squeeze tightly shut when he leaned in close.

The words were whispered from mere inches away, and they brought with them a pang of arousal that shocked you to the core. “Don’t fight it, girl. You were made to be ruled, to be owned. And I’m going to make you mine.”

You gave a little sob in response, but didn’t argue, didn’t struggle. Not even when the hand at your breast continued its pleasurable torment while his other hand left the wall to trail down over your ribs and waist until it met the top of your sleep shorts. The tips of his fingers hooked inside the fabric, and with one graceful movement he shoved both shorts and panties down over your hips, so that they fell in a pile at your feet and left your body completely bare.

“Step out of them,” he commanded, fingers dancing softly along your hip bone.

Frozen with indecision, your breath came in audible gasps as the mixture of fear, anxiety, and burgeoning desire made your head spin. The headstrong and independent mentality that was so self-ingrained insisted that you fight him to the very end. But there was another part of you, a hidden and previously unknown part, that wanted to do as he said. Wanted to give in and submit.

Before you could find out which side would win, the hand at your breasts leapt back up to your throat, the movement so quick that you barely had time to register it before your oxygen was cut off. Eyes flew back open in panic, but before you could even attempt to struggle, the long fingers of his other hand caught and held your wrists tightly together, effectively trapping you once again.

His face lowered directly in front of your own, his straight, white teeth bared as he snarled, “I said step. Out. Of. Them.”

At this point, you’d do just about anything he asked if it meant being able to breathe, and so obediently lifted first one foot and then the other out of the shorts and underwear. He used his own booted foot to shove the fabric so that it slid across the floor off to the side, but didn’t yet let up his grip on your throat.

Your vision was growing spotty from lack of oxygen as you choked and squirmed in his grip. He looked delighted at this, his gaze dropping down to watch your body’s involuntary twists and jerks before lifting back to your face.

“You’re a willful little human, I’ll give you that. But from now on, when I give an order, I expect you to obey. Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded desperately, and when that didn’t seem to satisfy him, sputtered out a barely audible, “Yes”.

“Sorry, pet, I didn’t quite catch that. Try again.”

Certain you were about to pass out, you put all remaining energy into gurgling out another attempt of the word. It must’ve been enough, because he whispered ‘good girl’ at the same time his grip loosened, allowing you to cough and gag as your lungs frantically filled with air.

His hand stayed in place this time, splayed across your throat in silent warning, as his other palm released your wrists, coasted down the front of your body and, without any hesitation, delved between your thighs. When you tried to close them, he used his own leg to wedge yours back open, pressing his erection into your hip and making it clear where this was heading.

Those cruel yet seductive fingertips ran along your slit before dipping into the humiliatingly apparent wetness and spreading it up to your clit. He gave a hum of male satisfaction at your pleasured gasp, exploring your body in a way that made both shame and desire heat your skin. The tip of his finger teased at your wet opening, barely dipping inside. Your hips bucked, and you didn’t know whether it was an attempt to get away or move closer.

His voice was more raspy than before, when he asked in a condescending tone, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, my pretty little girl?”

You hoped he didn’t notice the way your pussy clenched onto the tip of his finger when he called you ‘his’, but judging by his groan, he had.

Slow, achingly slow, he pushed his finger inside you, the long digit reaching places that your own hands never could. Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, baring your throat to him, as desire officially overtook the will to escape.

“Yes, that’s it,” he cooed, the thumb of his other hand tracing over the rapid pulse that beat in the side of your throat. “Show how you belong to me.”

His words should’ve scared you, and they did in a far-off and hazy kind of way, but you were more focused on how he was pushing a second finger inside you. He rubbed them with knowledgeable precision against the sensitive front wall, making you cry out when they found your g-spot. And when his thumb also started rubbing quick little circles on your clit, you decided that maybe belonging to him wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.

He continued that way, relentless, his breaths coming in heavy puffs against your cheek as he finger fucked you roughly until the tension between your thighs coiled into a tight spring of need. Whimpering, you dimly realized that your hands were grasping desperately at his arms and your thighs had fallen open wide of their own accord.

“There you go, pet. Take your pleasure, be a good little girl.” The hand at your throat tightened slightly, just enough to make you have to work a bit harder to draw breath. “And then, I’m going to fuck you...and I’m not going to be gentle about it.”

The orgasm slammed into you unexpectedly, and it was unlike any you had previously experienced. The combination of his praise and threat, along with the motions of both his hands, sent your body soaring. Your cries were hoarse and strained from his grip at your throat, and your legs shook as you came all over his hand, his eyes flaring down at you with delight as your body convulsed against him.

He removed the hand from between your thighs, lifting his wet fingers to your lips and ordering you to open them. Still drunk off the orgasm, you did so without hesitation.

“Suck them clean. Taste your own desperation,” he purred, teeth nipping sharply at your ear as he ground his hips against you.

Once he was satisfied with your work, he removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop before reaching down to his crotch and starting to undo the fabric. You watched in silent awe as he removed just enough of the unearthly clothing to release his thick cock, the head a dark red and already glistening with precum. Despite your recent orgasm, you still felt a bit of apprehension, knowing it was going to be a tight fit. He gave it a few firm strokes with his fist before he grabbed your hips and twirled you around so that you were facing the wall, his feet pushing your legs open even wider, spreading you out for him.

It felt so taboo, his still fully-dressed, muscular body pressing into your naked back, his bare erection bobbing between your spread thighs. He was so tall that when the hand at your throat pushed upward, forcing your head to tip back until your face was parallel with the ceiling, he was able to lean down over you and make eye contact. You tried to look away, but his fingers pressed into your windpipe in retaliation.

“Eyes on me, girl. I want to see that little look of pain in your eyes when I press into you.”

Your eyes widened at that, causing him to chuckle. The tip of his cock notched at your opening, but he didn’t press forward, drawing out the tension of the moment.

“Who do you belong to?” he taunted.

Licking your lips with both anticipation and nervousness, you whispered, “You.”

He made a deep, approving noise in his throat. “Yes. Say it. Say my name.”

“Loki,” you answered with a cry, as he started to press his cock forward, your body twisting as it struggled to adjust to the wide head.

“No no, don’t tense up,” he hissed. “Take it. Take it all.”

With that, he pushed inside you with one long, slow thrust. You felt the slight burn as your body stretched to accommodate every thick inch. It must’ve shown in your face, because his lips curled into a smirk at the same time as he groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against your back.

“Mmm, you suffer so beautifully for me. Look at you, taking all of my cock like a good little girl.”

The bastard knew what his words did to you, panting out a chuckle when he felt you involuntarily clench around him in response. Your hands were braced against the wall, back arched as he grasped your throat and hip with his hands and impaled you on his cock. You felt so full, so utterly overtaken when he ground his hips into your ass, as if to see just how deep he could go.

He withdrew slowly before thrusting back in, quick and harsh, causing you to cry out with the sharp pleasure-pain. He did it again, pulling his hips back agonizingly slow until the tip of his cock was resting at your entrance. He paused for a moment before pushing back inside, as if to recreate that initial claiming thrust. After doing this about half a dozen times, he stopped teasing and set up a steady and deep rhythm, each thrust sending sparks throughout your entire body.

Your eyes had started to flutter shut, but his hand cutting off your air caused them to reopen and focus up at him, his chiseled features hovering over you in the dim light, gaze searing down into your own. This time, you didn’t panic, didn’t tug at his arm, just stared up at him with desire-glazed eyes and let him do as he wished. You could practically feel his approval of your surrender, his fingers loosening long enough for you to draw a few breaths before tightening again.

“You’re so pretty like this, surrendering to me,” he growled through bared teeth, once again letting up on your throat so that you could gasp in air and let it out with a moan. “Every breath you take is mine. Every gasp from your lips, every flutter of your pulse...it’s because I allow it. And now, I’m going to fill up this cunt and claim it as mine.”

Your whimper was cut off as his hand tightened once more, hips picking up the pace as he thrust brutally into you, his balls smacking your clit and fingers pressing so deeply into your hip that you knew there would be bruises to match the ones at your throat. The edges of your vision were starting to become fuzzy when he let up for the last time, his hand lowering from your neck to run over your breasts, tweaking the nipples until you whined before continuing downward.

When his fingertips zeroed in on your clit, you let out a pleading noise which, under other circumstances, would’ve made you ashamed at how needy it sounded. You weren’t sure what exactly you were begging for, but you did know that he was the only one who could give it to you. The harsh bite of his cock dragging against your sensitive inner walls combined with the fast and skilled movements of his fingers drove you up to the edge, forehead dropping to the wall as you moaned uncontrollably, his answering grunts sending shivers through you.

The hand gripping your hip came up to wrap in your hair, pulling your head back so that you were once again looking up at him, and you couldn’t help but think that he was one of the most glorious creatures you had ever seen. His features looked as wrecked as you felt, cords in his neck standing out with stark relief in his pale, moonlit skin as his jaw clenched tightly, eyes focused unwaveringly on you. It was one of the most intensely intimate moments of your life, his piercing gaze breaking you wide open with nowhere to hide.

You started shaking uncontrollably, body balanced right on the knife’s edge of pleasure and wanting so badly to fall over into the abyss. His lips twisted knowingly as your pussy started to flutter around his cock.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me.” The hand between your legs pressed in harder, moved faster. “Come for your god.”

As if the words were the final push your body needed, the orgasm flowed through you. It wasn’t as volatile a punch as the first one; instead, it drowned you in waves of blissfully intense pleasure that drew soft cries from your lips, the sound mingling with his own strangled groan. Leaning down, hand still fisted in your hair, he bit into your shoulder as he came. You felt his warm cum filling you as he did just as he promised, and claimed you as his.

Mind floating from the high of your orgasm and body trembling with little aftershocks, you felt his hips slow then still, his mouth moving from your shoulder to lick a trail of sweat that was running down the side of your neck. Whimpering, you couldn’t stop your hips from pushing back into his, grinding onto the softening cock that was still buried deep.

He hummed with approval, his hands running up over your sides, tracing your body with possession for a few long moments as both of your bodies calmed. Taking your earlobe gently between his teeth, he whispered, “You’re mine now. Anytime I want you, anywhere I choose. Is that clear, kitten?”

Part of you wanted to deny him, wanted to find the strength to fight back, now that the orgasmic stupor was starting to lift. Instead, your body responded of its own accord, head nodding with submission.

His lips pressed softly to your temple, making you gasp at the gentle touch. You realized dazedly that it was the first kiss he’d given you all night.

“Good girl.”

The words were said a moment before his body moved away, his cock slipping wetly from your body. The cool air hitting your back made you immediately miss his body heat. You turned around, unsure what to do or say next…

But he was gone.

The back door was slightly ajar from him disappearing into the night, leaving you standing there, naked and shivering, his cum starting to trickle down the inside of your thigh. Grabbing your shorts and panties, you put them on before finding the tatters of your tank top and holding it to the front of your chest. Walking over to the door, you closed it with a click that sounded unnaturally loud in the empty kitchen.

You went around to the windows and re-closed the blinds, stopping at the last one to glance out into the yard. It was empty, completely undisturbed, but you knew he hadn’t gone far...and that he wouldn’t be gone for long.

Leaving the broken glass in the sink to deal with in the morning, you grabbed another one, filled it with water, and headed for the staircase. As you tucked back into bed, body already sore in places that made your skin heat with the memory, you thought back over his final words.

You’re mine now. Anytime I want you, anywhere I choose.

You wondered when he’d return to make good on his promise...and as you drifted off to sleep, tried to ignore the dark part of you that hoped it would be soon.

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Afterword: This is meant to be only a one shot. I know, I know, I left it very open-ended. But I like to leave something to the imagination, so y’all can create your own fantasy idea of what might happen to “you” next ;)

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toastedqueso · 3 years

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Show Me The Way

Pairing: Yuta x Original Female Character | Reader

Genre: Friends With Benefits, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Explicit sexual content (Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex), Language, Yuta has tattoos and nipples piercings (I put that out in the universe, please make it happen)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After an unpleasant meeting with her mother, Chloe seeks comfort in her best friend Yuta. She thinks back to how they started and how they got here. Two hearts beating together, but can the two hearts be together?

Random Word Generator Prompt:

Must be about Yuta

Must contain these words: Therapist, Benefit, Judgment

A/N: This is part of the Random Word Generator Challenge with a friend. I tried to keep to 2k words, but it's slightly longer. Oops! Also, please practice safe sex!

Dinner with her mother leaves Chloe fuming. Chloe’s mother has a habit of dropping by unannounced under the guise of motherly duty only to remind Chloe how disappointing she is. In her eyes, Chloe could never meet her standards for perfection. After graduating high school, Chloe left to go to college on the other side of the country to escape her mother’s suffocating clutches. Unfortunately, her mother started making unannounced visits when she sensed Chloe trying to distance herself.

For the sake of her sanity, Chloe always spends their time together going through a list of her favorite things - shows, songs, food, even her favorite socks. This was something her Therapist had taught her to do - do something pleasant when faced with something unpleasant. This time, she only makes a list of 25 songs before her mother cuts their meeting short. Fortunately for Chloe, her mother has to get drinks with her business partners - the real reason she’s in town.

Now back in the comfort of her apartment, Chloe does breathing exercise from a meditation app to calm down. This is step 1 in her “post-motherly interrogation meltdown” recovery manual. Step 2 is waiting for Yuta’s text. A notification appears on her phone alerting her of Yuta’s text.

Yuta I’ll be over in a sec your mom she sucks

The text calms her a little. Step 3 was set to go. Yuta is the only person she finds she can confide in without judgment.

While she waits for Yuta to arrive, she thinks back to how their friendship was molded. They met during Freshman year when they both ran into their English class late and the Professor kept them both after class to reprimand them. They both sulked out of the class, but once out of the classroom they burst into fits of laughter. Their shared misfortune from the start of their college careers led to their inseparable friendship.

Yuta was an open book. He spoke freely and Chloe never had to second guess his intentions. It took Chloe some time to open up, but Yuta was patient and never pried for information. Chloe’s relationship with her mother further strained when she told her she switched her major from Business Administration to Psychology. Yuta was there to witness the call and was there to lift her spirits by dragging her to a wild night out to get absolutely trashed.

Their relationship took a turn after Chloe had drunkenly confessed to Yuta how sexy she thought his tattoos were.

“Only my tattoos?” Yuta teased.

Chloe shoved Yuta. “You’re sexy. And I’d fuck you right here. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Yuta laughed. “I only wanted the truth. And for the record, you’re sexy and I wanna fuck you too.”

Chloe blushed, more from his words than the alcohol. She leaned in to give him a kiss with more tongue than her sober self would have allowed. Yuta broke the kiss and looked in Chloe’s eyes.

“While I want nothing more than to fuck you till you can’t walk, you’re drunk. If you remember this tomorrow, then we can pick up where we left off,” Yuta offered.

The next morning, Chloe sported a hangover, but remembered everything from the night before. Yuta knew she’d be embarrassed to face him, so he came over with breakfast to help lighten the mood before they talked. She was silent while eating breakfast, but after her stomach felt slightly better she had enough courage to broach their drunken proposition.

“Soooo the cat’s out of the bag,” Chloe tried to joke.

“You mean pussy?” Yuta replied in a playful tone.

Chloe scoffed while Yuta laughed at her reaction.

“Well, we’re both hot and we know how we feel about each other, SOOOO,” Yuta replied. Though he wanted more, he wanted Chloe to decide what she was comfortable with.

“Yuta, I don’t want a relationship,” Chloe shot down instantly. Judging by the look of shock on Yuta’s face, she knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want you. I want you SO bad, but, you know, me and relationships, they don’t work out,” Chloe explained.

Yuta did know. He witnessed Chloe have her heart broken countless times throughout their friendship. He guessed her failed relationships might have also had something to do with her mother.

“Well, you can have me how you want me, Chloe. We can still be the same Chloe and Yuta, best of buds, but now upgraded with the physical benefits. You know, friends with benefits,” Yuta suggested cautiously. He looked rather shy and seemed a little unsure of himself.

“Are you okay with that?” Chloe eyed him carefully.

“Seriously? Already trying to kill off my genius idea?” Yuta reverted back to his usual playful nature.

“I don’t want to hold you back from relationships. If you ever want to move on or get tired of me, just tell me. I’ll be fine.”

Yuta reached out to cradle her face in his hands.

“Chloe, don’t overthink it. I’ll never get tired of you. We’ll always be friends. We’re just two very hot friends having sex like all the time. It’s what the universe wants.”

Chloe laughed and sealed their deal with a kiss.

The knocking on her front door breaks Chloe from her reverie. She quickly opens the door and Yuta practically jumps in to hug her.

“I came as fast as I could,” Yuta says out of breath. Chloe feels slightly guilty for making him rush over.

“Thanks Yuta. Sorry if I interrupted something,” Chloe says as she sits on the couch. He shakes his head to brush off her apology.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Yuta asks softly as he sits down and places a hand on her knee.

Chloe is touched by his genuine concern, but brushes it off. She takes his hand off her knee and straddles him.

“You know I didn’t call you here to be my Therapist,” Chloe replies. She grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and swiftly takes it off.

“You want me that bad?” Yuta tilts his head back on the couch and laughs.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot,” Chloe demands. Yuta smirks before he molds their lips together. He starts off slow and tender, before she licks his lower lip signalling him to go deepen the kiss.

Chloe quickly takes her clothes off while Yuta struggles out of his jeans. Growing impatient, Chloe pulls Yuta closer as she sits naked on the couch. She moves her hands down his chest before her fingers delicately brush over his nipple piercings. He lets out a soft moan before he grabs her hands.

“Tonight it’s about you,” Yuta says, taking her hands off of him.

Yuta kneels in front of her and throws her legs over his shoulders. He licks her clit and feels her legs shaking already. He slowly inserts a finger in her pussy while he continues licking her clit. He sneaks a peek at Chloe and sees her writhing in pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” Yuta comments.

“Shut up and make me come,” Chloe demands. She grabs his hair and pushes his face closer to her clit.

Sensing her impatience, he adds another finger and picks up the pace of the thrusts. He slightly curves his fingers and goes back to licking her clit. Chloe tightens her hold on Yuta’s hair and curses when she feels her orgasm come over her. Once she comes down from her high, she lets go of Yuta’s hair. She looks down and sees Yuta looking in her eyes while licking his soaked fingers.

Before Yuta takes his boxers off, Chloe pushes him onto the couch. Chloe kneels in front of him and softly kisses the butterfly tattoo peaking out of his boxers on his left hip. She grabs his dick out of his boxers and smiles at how hard he already is. She licks the head of his cock before slowly licking up and down the shaft. Yuta lets out a moan when she takes his whole dick in her mouth. The sight of her sucking his dick makes him want to lose control and fuck her mouth. Chloe’s mouth keeps a steady pace on his dick, which makes him whine.

Yuta grabs her hair and pulls her up for her kiss. Tasting Yuta’s restlessness, Chloe straddles him and lines up his cock to her pussy. Without breaking the kiss, she slowly lowers herself before raising her hips then slamming back down faster. Yuta grabs her face to break the kiss.

“God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” Yuta says before he delicately kisses her earlobe.

Chloe finds her rhythm and picks up the pace taking him deeper each time. Yuta’s hands move up to massage her breasts, inciting a moan from Chloe.

Yuta can sense that Chloe is about to reach her orgasm soon by the way she’s digging her nails into his shoulders. Taking over, he grabs her hips to steady her before he starts thrusting up into her pussy at a rapid pace.

“FUCK! I’m gonna come,” Chloe warns as she starts rubbing her clit.

Chloe moans as her pussy tightens around Yuta’s dick. Yuta kisses her as she rides out her orgasm. Yuta reaches to pull out, but Chloe stops him.

“I want you to come inside me,” Chloe whispers in his ear before she kisses his neck.

Yuta grabs her ass to press her body closer to him and picks up the pace of his thrusts. Chloe kisses down his chest before licking his left nipple piercing and rubbing the other.

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” Yuta demands.

Not long after, Yuta feels the familiar feeling of pleasure and comes deep inside Chloe. He pulls her face away from his nipple piercing to meet him in a kiss. Coming down from his high, he holds her close as they steady their breathing.

Yuta quickly grabs some tissues as he pulls out and wipes his cum off before it drips out Chloe and onto the couch. He throws the tissues away before returning to the couch to snuggle with Chloe.

Although neither of them would say it out loud, cuddling after sex was one of their favorite things to do together. Yuta buries his face in her hair, pondering how to best choose his next words. He gives Chloe a kiss on her temple, catching her attention.

“You know I’m here for you whenever you need me.” Yuta reminds her as he combs her hair with his fingers.

“I know,” Chloe replies, fearful of what Yuta may say next. Yuta wasn’t usually much of a talker after sex.

“Chloe, I want to be there for you even more than I already am. If you let me,” Yuta confesses.

“Yuta,” Chloe starts. Even if he doesn’t explicitly say it, she knows he wants more.

“Come on, Chloe.”

“You know why. You know what I’m like.”

“Yes I do and that’s why I want you,” Yuta tries to convince her.

Yuta accepting her despite all her issues and flaws should be comforting, it is comforting, but Chloe doesn’t want to let him in. Chloe sighs and closes her eyes. This was not what she wanted to deal with after mindblowing sex. She needs to keep herself centered from her conflicting emotions.

“Forget what I said. I’m leaving,” Yuta announces. He quickly picks up his boxers and jeans from where they were strewn.

Chloe stays silent as she watches Yuta get dressed, unable to find the words that might comfort him. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same as Yuta, but she didn’t feel that she deserved something so good when there was so much bad in her life.

“The sooner I’m out of here, the sooner you’ll want me back anyway,” He lashes out as he grabs his shirt.

“Yuta, It’s not like that,” Chloe starts.

“No it’s cool. I know my place.” Yuta hastily slips on his shoes and opens the front door. “See you tomorrow.”

He steps out of the apartment without turning back.

Chloe feels bad for putting him through this. She feels bad he wants more. She feels bad she can’t bring herself to say she wants more too.

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trulivin · 4 years

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No Humanity

A/N: Hello everyone! Here’s the lovely Damon Salvatore hehe. The timeline on this is WAY off but you all get the picture. As always, feedback is encouraged and requests are open! And this could potentially have a part 2 so just let me know!

Damon Salvatore X Reader, The Vampire Diaries

*Gif credit goes to original owner!*

“What’s the point!” Y/N screamed, pacing around the boarding house. Silas had murdered her little brother, leaving the young vampire in a state of absolute pain and terror. Her parents were split up: one in prison and the other one already dead. That left Y/N with her two younger siblings. Luckily for her, Y/N was old enough to keep her little brother and sister with her in Mystic Falls, but that came with a major risk. And now her worst nightmare had come true. Her baby brother fell to the hands of the supernatural.

Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena watched nervously as Y/N began to crumble. “I never should have kept them with me,” she mumbled to herself. “God I was so stupid!”

“No, Y/N, you weren’t,” Caroline tried reasoning with her. “What do you know?” Y/N hissed at the blond vampire, “You don’t have the responsibility of two children!” Caroline recoiled at her harsh words but didn’t say anything about her mother she had protected until the day she died. Y/N was hurting so Caroline understood why she was lashing out.

All of Y/N’s friends had been extremely supportive and helpful in taking care of the two younger Y/L/N’s. Damon and Stefan had been especially helpful when she was turned. They kept her away from her siblings when she was learning to control her thirst and protected them more than Y/N thought she deserved. Y/N always felt as though the kids were a burden to her friends because they were just another thing on the list of people to protect, but all of her friends insisted otherwise. Damon, especially.

To Y/N, somehow Damon had always been more than a friend. She found herself craving his presence and always wanted to be around him, but there was never a sire bond. And whenever the two were together, they would constantly flirt much to the annoyance of everyone else. As a young vampire, Y/N would seem to listen to Damon more than anyone even if there wasn’t a sire bond. She just felt a natural pull towards him and he to her.

However, Y/N wouldn’t listen to Damon this time. He told her to calm down and she didn’t. He knew where her mind was taking her and he told her to get out of there. She didn’t. All she wanted was for the pain to go away. They all did it, so why couldn’t she?

“Y/N,” Elena said, slowly approaching the girl. “Don’t do this. You do awful, terrible things when you turn it off. You will regret every single thing you did once it’s over.”

Y/N continued pacing as Elena kept trying to soothe her. “Believe me. I know how it feels, and it’s not good. You’re filled with this empty void--” Y/N snapped her attention at the brunette and cut her off, “That’s the point, Elena!” she hissed, “You got rid of the pain when your brother died! Caroline got rid of hers when her mother died! Everyone has done it! God, you’re so selfish Elena! You’re always trying to find a way to make this about you. We get it! Your experience wasn’t good! So what?” Y/N snapped.

Damon watched Y/N closely. He could tell they were losing her, but he didn’t know how to get her back. He knew she couldn’t be talked out of this. Maybe she needed to turn it off. After all, he was the one who told Elena to turn off her humanity. It wasn’t that Damon liked the idea of the one girl who really seemed to care about him lose her humanity, but he didn’t want to see her in pain anymore. Plus, he had already tried to help and it didn’t work.

Elena hesitated, taking Y/N’s harsh words. She took a deep breath and carried on, “I’m just saying, you don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this.”

Y/N shot her an icy glare and finally stopped pacing. She was tired of feeling this way, tired of crying, and tired of listening to her friends try and stop her. Y/N took a shaky breath and closed her eyes.

Everyone knew what was about to happen.

“No, no, no. Don’t do this Y/N!” she heard Elena start begging. Her voice was the easiest to block out.

“Wait, Y/N,” Stefan started, but she blocked his voice out too. “Y/N,” Caroline said. The more they talked, the more Y/N tuned them out. She could feel the pain slipping away as she moved towards the darkness inside her mind. No one could stop her here. She could hear the peace and quiet.

Elena whipped around to Damon, “Do something!” she hissed. Damon looked at Y/N for a moment. She finally looked at peace, but the other voice in Damon told him to be selfish. Make her stop. Show her how much you love her. Make her feel for you. Keep her here because once she’s gone, she will no longer feel anything for you.

Damon gritted his teeth and sped over to Y/N. She felt her body slam against her wall, and the force of the impact made her eyes open. She was standing right in front of that door in her mind.

Her eyes opened to find Damon’s dark eyes. His eyes were swimming with unreadable emotion. Damon noticed there was still a flicker of humanity left in Y/N’s eyes, but one wrong move and the scale would tip the wrong way.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice dangerously low. Y/N could’ve melted in his arms at the sound of his voice. “Don’t do this to yourself.” Her eyes welled with tears as she looked into the face of the man she had fallen in love with. But even that couldn’t make the pain hurt any less. And for all she new, Damon was still in love with Elena.

“What’s the point?” she croaked. “You have everyone here to help you,” Damon said immediately. “You have me.”

Damon waited, his heart pounding out of his chest. He had been in love with his best friend ever since the sire bond with Elena had been broken. He watched the conflict behind Y/N’s eyes. But the light was fading fast, he could see it. She was still going to do it. So, without thinking, he pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N felt Damon close the distance between them and kiss her. It was nothing like she’d ever felt before. Their lips automatically molding together as if they were made for each other. It was everything she imagined their first kiss would be like.

But, she was too close to that door in her mind, and a voice said he’s only kissing you out of pity. He’s still in love with Elena. It’s all about Elena. Turn it off and you won’t have to feel the pain of his rejection too.

As if someone hit Y/N in the back of the head, she jumped into the darkness. All of a sudden, her head was quiet. There was nothing telling her to grieve over her brother, care about what Damon thinks, and tell her to ignore that burning hunger for human blood. Nothing mattered anymore.

Damon felt her stop kissing back. No, no, no. He pulled back slowly, peeling his eyes open. Y/N stood there with her eyes still shut. “Y/N?” he asked quietly. The girl slowly opened her eyes and his stomach sank to the floor. Her E/C eyes held that blank stare he knew all too well. That flicker of humanity was gone leaving behind nothing.

“Damnit!” Damon growled, punching the wall by her head. “Turn it on. Now.” The blank look on her face was wiped away by a cold glare. Her eyes snapped to his.

“Get off, Damon,” she said coldly.

He went to grab her throat so she couldn’t escape, but in one swift movement, Damon’s neck was snapped and his body crumbled to the floor.

Bonnie was the next to try stopping Y/N, but the vampire threw a glass at her head before she could get in her head with her magic, and managed to knock her out. Stefan, Caroline, and Elena came at Y/N all at once, but she managed to stab Elena with part of a broken table, snap Caroline’s neck, and break both of Stefan’s arms.

“Don’t, Y/N please,” Stefan grunted in pain. Y/N smirked, grabbing another part of the table and rammed it through his stomach. “Sorry Stef,” she grinned and snapped his neck. Y/N rose from her squatting position and turned to Elena. “Saved the best for last didn’t I?” Y/N quirked a brow at her. Elena coughed, blood trickling out of her mouth.

“Y/N,” she coughed as Y/N stalked up to her. She knelt down in front of the injured vampire and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, precious Elena,” Y/N hissed, her voice laced with venom. “Please. I was just trying to help,” Elena coughed again.

Y/N chuckled before dropping her hand. Before Elena knew it, her neck snapped and she was met with darkness.

“Nighty night, Elena Gilbert and friends,” Y/N looked at her work. The hunger for blood caught her attention and she sighed. “I guess it’s dinner time,” Y/N mumbled to herself before rushing out of the boarding house before anyone could stop her.

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Hope you enjoyed! This was written like a long time ago so I’m not sure it’s my best work, but if anyone has any other requests for Damon please send them in!

xoxo

#the vampire diaries #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagines #damon salvatore imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #imagines #multifandom imagines #fandom imagines #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #the originals

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Arc 2 Timeline Rewritten

I’ve been thinking about my headcanons and I’ve been seriously struggling to get across the plot points that I want to happen within my headcanons. So I decided the best way to figure out what was important for the sequence of events was to just smash arc 2 on the ground and rebuild from the shards.

From now on, I think I’ll be referring to this when working on my own characters (or my headcanons)! It’s not the most eloquent, but this is how I’ll be reasoning the events of the books.

Arc 1 is valid. All arc 1 needs is more foreshadowing for Thorn and a little less forced love interests. Anyway, feel free to absorb by “ideal timeline” if you so desire.

The Second Brightest Night takes place.

(I have my own handful of headcanons about my take on the Second Brightest Night and less magical ending for that night, but lets sum it up by saying that Burn dies via the snakes, unfortunately, Blister is killed by Thorn, and Blaze suffers substantial injuries but survives and goes missing after Thorn ascends to the throne.)

AT LEAST a year or two passes as the RainWing Queendom is focused upon, until Jade Mountain is founded.

Queen Glory requested her siblings’ attention to help set up the tribe before jumping into their next war reparation project. This included the punishment of NightWing criminals, the state of the ex-experiment RainWings, and the customs that were lost when Queen Grandeur gave up on her bloodline and the title was shared between multiple dragonesses. Handsome, especially, assists in this restoration of culture and stability. Ex-Princess Greatness tries to give Glory her tribe’s history and customs, but ultimately gives up her title and acts as a figurehead to reach her subjects.

Jade Mountain is formed at least 2 or 3 years after the end of the war.

As a resolution of treaties, the Dragonets convinced the queens to enroll students in their peace building project, Jade Mountain Academy. Sunny already had the favor of Moorhen and Thorn, Tsunami took a little convincing of Coral, knowing she could bring in her siblings, Glory had the authority of her own two tribes, Clay reached out to Peril and Queen Ruby, and it took a little extra effort of reaching out to Queen Glacier. But after her approval was given, the school could finally take full initiative.

The opening of the school was met with the ominous reappearance of Queen Scarlet. This caused unrest and disaster within the first month of school.

As a result of her disturbance, students who had previously been optimistic about the school’s opening were now uneasy. The attempted assassination of Princess Icicle’s life, the death of multiple students on Sora’s hands, and thicker tension in the air of the school. The disappearance of the entire Jade Winglet lead the school to be temporarily shut down. Classes were suspended and students were asked to stay in their rooms or go home. (This is saying that Jade Mountain was equipped as an escape for those in bad home situations. Though. Not very successful as an escape, per say.)

Scarlet’s antagonism opens the arc, introducing her “alliance” with Chameleon.

Both by terrorizing Princess Icicle to do her bidding or tricking Peril into coming back to her clutches, the terrible things Scarlet did in her reign comes to light, namely the kidnapping of Prince Hailstorm and the mental deception of Princess Tourmaline/Ruby. Chameleon acts as a servant of her, facading as Soar for a majority of the time, acting as Peril’s technical father. Though, it’s obvious that while he serves her, he has not necessarily dedicated his life to her. Chameleon disappears for the sake of Peril’s resolution to wrap up Scarlet’s tyranny. But Chameleon’s near murder of Kinkajou sets up more antagonism on his part.

Chameleon generally becomes the main focus of antagonism for the rest of the arc. He causes the team to split up so Winter could do some soul searching and Kinkajou could coma, I guess.

After the Jade Winglet physically joins Peril and Turtle to resolve Scarlet’s arc, Chameleon is now gone of a powerful ally. He attempts to pick the group apart. Conflict between Winter, Moon, and Qibli, over the injuries of Kinkajou, and the spite between Peril and Winter, leading to Winter having his side trip to the IceWing kingdom with Hailstorm, where no one else could follow him. The Jade Winglet hangs out in Possibility, I guess, I’m still working out the details.

When trouble stirs in Possibility, Qibli accidentally pulls the group into SandWing trouble, revealing the alliance between Vulture and Onyx, as well as Chameleon disguising under their ranks.

Vulture and Onyx begin to be relevant. This was set up and foreshadowed, of course, but I’m not writing these books. Onyx was a dragon who went missing when things started going awry at Jade Mountain, as she decided playing into Sunny’s favor to get close to Thorn wouldn’t work. As Qibli hints at knowing something about the danger encroaching on Possibility, he flees to warn Thorn, but gets caught up in his past. He’s fully aware how to get himself out of these situations, but now he needs to protect the Jade Winglet from the likes of his family.

Onyx and Vulture’s plot relates, once again, to the thrones that were shifted by the Dragonets’ meddling, as Onyx tries to take the throne from Thorn.

Onyx has a more valuable role in this rewritten timeline. Her opinion on royalty isn’t disregarded, and her father legitimately shows remorse for his daughter rather than??? his girlfriend Thorn (which doesn’t happen in my headcanonverse). The concept of a fourth heir to the throne seemed like it would be such a significant plot point for Tui. Darkstalker took over that. In this version, Onyx is an important character, with Vulture pulling the strings, promising she has a chance at the throne. His point being: if a criminal can take the throne based on a child’s word and a magical necklace, another criminal can work for the throne based on his wit and his access to a true blood heir to the throne.

After the royalty plotlines are addressed, Chameleon is separated from his allies by the Jade Winglet once again.

Thorn eventually wards off Vulture and Onyx, with the somewhat support of her subjects, but the event left the SandWing queendom uneasy, as it still has work to be done. Thorn loses the Scorpion Den to the two of them, leaving Chameleon identified again. After being separated from his allies, once again, Chameleon becomes more focused in his vengeful plots against these children, but he does have his own points, especially in relevance to Kinkajou’s abuse she faced against the NightWings experimenting on her. When all else fails, he resorts back to the scroll itself.

As a final grasp for power, Chameleon attempts to become the previous owner of the scroll, leading to the storyline of Darkstalker.

Chameleon attempts to create a charm that will turn him into the true owner of the scroll. So Chameleon destroys the scroll in the process, as Darkstalker overtakes Chameleon’s body and, instead of it being a mask, similar to his disguises, Darkstalker is capable of using his magic to use Chameleon as a vessel as a whole. Jade Mountain begins to collapse with his old body’s sudden disappearance. And Darkstalker plot happens!

Darkstalker is still bent on revenge and restoring his kingdom’s former glory, but more in the sense of a more magically manipulative kind... the idea of magically changing people’s minds and changing people as a whole as he sees fit is focused upon

The twisted scene like Fierceteeth being turned into Clearsight has much more gravity. And directly affects our protagonists. While yes, a plague begins to wipe out the IceWings, and Queens and influential individuals are simply made to accept Darkstalker as a king, Darkstalker also realizes that the best way to get his friends - and enemies - back is molding them from the closest things to them. Moonwatcher being Clearsight, the two of them being striking similar in appearance and mannerisms, Turtle being Fathom, a timid descendent of another SeaWing animus who was afraid of his powers, Winter being Queen Diamond, someone he could kill, over and over, just as his mother was. Kinkajou? Oh, she’s irrelevant. Peril would have to be taken care of. But Qibli’s a wise one, thoughtful, and craved for validation. Perhaps he could help him perfect the spell.

This makes the story moving forward less about MAGIC as a whole and more of the concept of forcing dragons to do things against their will. (Which leads into the Pantala arc but first...)

Darkstalker is defeated, of course, after hinting about the existence of Pantala, and causing a “glitch” in magic system which has caused a lull in enchantments and animus dragons.

After a few obnoxious monologues, a bit of trickery and secret exchanging on Qibli and Kinkajou’s parts, and the sibling drama of animus SeaWing royal siblings, the free Jade Winglet (including Peril) was able to kill Darkstalker, who’s weight on the magic continuism caused magic to “break” momentarily in the Wings of Fire continuum, (just for Pantala’s conflict to be wrapped up without cheat codes). The residue of magic is left on the world, which accidentally manifests into a whole new dragonet. Peacemaker. (I’ll elaborate on my ideas for Peacemaker one day but... as much as I HATE the resolution of Darkstalker getting once another second chance, I love the idea of a whole separate identity facing the consequences for another’s evil. I’ll figure it out later.)

The students will resume classes again. Maybe Stonemover becomes useful to attempt to help out with the consequences of Darkstalker. The NightWings begin grappling with Glory’s rule, even more than usual, after the progress that they made. Pantala’s arc will be moreso about the fallout of Darkstalker, the accidental marks that Clearsight made, and the longlasting magical residue of Fathom. But those are ideas for later posts.

#wingsoffire #wings of fire #wof rewrite

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Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 10: The Barkleys of Broadway

• So here’s the story. Fred Astaire tried to retire. He’d been performing his entire life and he was ready to finally retire. In 1946, he did Blue Skies, which was meant to be his farewell picture. Then two years went by. Meanwhile, Gene Kelly was on the rise. He was booked to do a film with Judy Garland. Then he broke his ankle.

Kelly was extremely competitive and he and his wife often hosted volleyball games at their house. He either broke his ankle while playing or, as one story goes, he was so mad at having lost, he stamped his foot on the doorstep and injured himself.

• Kelly couldn’t do Easter Parade with Garland. So he called up Astaire and basically was like, please help me. Astaire agreed and had such a fabulous time with Garland and the film was such a success that the studio immediately wanted to pair them up again. But then, Garland’s health precluded her from doing The Barkleys of Broadway.

• So Astaire called up Ginger Rogers and said, hey how about we reunite for the first time on screen in ten years? And although she’d essentially stopped doing musicals at all, she agreed. And so we have The Barkleys of Broadway as the final Astaire/Rogers film and their only one in color.

• Our characters/actor: Josh Barkley (Fred Astaire), Dinah Barkley (Ginger Rogers), Ezra Miller (Oscar Levant), Jacques Barredout (Jacques François)

• Right off the bat, this movie makes a dumb decision. They put the credits over Astaire and Rogers dancing. (You can see this routine minus the credits as part of That’s Entertainment 3.)

• One of the critiques of this film is that Rogers was no longer the lithe young dancer from her and Astaire’s heyday. And to that I say: shut up. Heaven forbid she have, quite frankly, a healthier and stronger look to her than she did ten years prior when she was working herself to the bone and routinely losing 10-15 pounds from all of the dancing. I support her healthier look, lifestyle, and the ice cream she was surely enjoying from her custom home bar.

• The main tension of the story is that Josh is essentially credited with all of Dinah’s success because he “made her what she was.” This was a real-life argument reporters of the day made about the Astaire/Rogers partnership, casting her as the brainless actress whom Astaire molded into the perfect dance partner. Which is incorrect in every sense, as we’ve seen in these past nine films.

The bickering between the Barkleys is also likely poking fun at another frequent and false report about Astaire and Rogers, which is that they hated each other and regularly fought while making their films. They had their squabbles, of course, such as the feather dress affair, but from all first-hand accounts, they got along extremely well and spent most of their time during rehearsal and filming having an incredible amount of fun.

• I adore how they cuddle up in the car. There’s so little physical affection in Astaire/Rogers films outside of the dancing that every moment of it feels like a treat. It’s slightly ruined by a rough cut, which includes the magical appearance of a lit cigarette in Josh’s hand.

• Josh doesn’t fight fair at all. While Dinah insists on knowing what “detail” wasn’t perfect in the show, Josh doesn’t allow her to respond to his criticism. So she’s left simply to stew in anger and hurt feelings.

He does apologize to her soon after and they seem to make up. But as we know, the same issues will resurface again and again for them because if you don’t ever have a fair, honest conversation about your problems, they don’t ever go away.

• I have to point out how Astaire looks at her adoringly after Josh’s apology. I also love the way she hooks her fingers into the lapels of his suit. It’s a small gesture of affection only borne out of being comfortable with someone. I’d be surprised to learn that action was in the script.

• See, when you don’t have an actual conversation with your partner you end up freezing and starving out on the balcony at a party while a snobby, elitist playwright gives them the attention and thoughtful feedback they crave.

• Oscar Levant always plays a version of himself in every film and he does a great job of it. When you can play piano that well, there’s no need to do a lot of heavy lifting in your acting.

• Astaire and Rogers do a really fabulous job of portraying a married couple famous for their dancing but who are also major drama queens. For example, this line from Josh, “What with walking pneumonia and concussion a fine performance I’ll give tomorrow night.”

• Some light domestic violence humor here in 1949. 😒

• Dinah hums in pleasure after Josh surprises her with a kiss and I just can’t say for sure whether that’s acting or not…

• "You'd Be Hard to Replace" is another lovely song that I really enjoy hearing Astaire sing. I also really like how Rogers caresses his elbow when they hold each other’s arms. When he wraps her in his arms from behind, their hands knead one another’s.

They kiss again at the end of this song. There are so, so many kisses in this movie.

• "Bouncin' the Blues" is a great tap number and they both look excellent in it. The only thing that I find a tad grating is Astaire’s exclamations, which seem too manufactured (maybe because some of them are dubbed in?). Far better is the moment when they reach out to link hands and both look like they’re having a blast. For that instant, there’s a hint of that special Astaire/Rogers magic.

• The artwork in tribute to Josh and Dinah is atrocious, misogynistic, and rude. The artist calls her a ball of shapeless dough only formed into being by her husband, the frying pan.

• "My One and Only Highland Fling" is… an interesting choice. Was anyone looking for Astaire and Rogers to sing in Scottish accents or dance in kilts?? The kisses on the cheek are cute though and so is their interaction after the number in their dressing room.

• They look pretty fab while playing tennis during their weekend in the country. When they make plans to meet up for dinner, they say goodbye with kisses on the cheek. To me, those natural moments between them are the best parts of the movie.

• Omg I totally forgot about the part where Dinah pretends to be faint so Josh sends Ezra to bring her some brandy and Ezra returns with the ENTIRE drink tray with four massive bottles and glasses hahahaha

• Not to be outdone, Dinah hurriedly correcting Josh when he thinks she’s faint because she’s pregnant is also hilarious.

• Dinah does the worst possible job hiding her script from Josh. He’s angry for a lot of reasons but the note from Jacques, which implies an ongoing secret relationship between him and Dinah, is what really ticks Josh off.

• "Shoes with Wings On" is another example of Astaire’s continued interest in special effects. Green screen technology was used to make the shoes appear to dance on their own. The finished product was one of Astaire’s enduring creations and probably what The Barkleys of Broadway is best known for outside of being a reunion picture for Astaire and Rogers. He does a convincing job of making it seem as though his shoes are dancing despite his own ability or effort.

• Unsurprisingly, Jacques is revealed to be an even bigger pompous dick as a director than he’s been on social occasions. It’s also even more glaringly obvious that his intention the whole time has not been solely to nurture Dinah’s dramatic career but to steal her away from her husband.

• It was Rogers’ idea to have them dance to "They Can't Take That Away From Me" rather than a new original piece. Astaire didn’t like repeating himself, and that included songs from previous films, but he made an exception. It’s a nice dance and is certainly the closest thing this film has to offer of the OG Astaire and Rogers duets. But as I said in my Shall We Dance rewatch, it’s just not the same as if they’d danced to this song the first time around.

The use of the song made sense since Ira Gershwin was the lyricist for The Barkleys of Broadway.

• Considering it’s 1949, Dinah does a remarkable job of standing up for herself and getting to the root of the couple’s issues. He’s been taking her for granted and stifling her own creative interests and she’s been smothering her frustrations as best she can but they hit the breaking point. Something needs to change or their relationship can’t continue. But that doesn’t mean she’s happy about it.

• Dinah’s terrible acting in the play had to HAD TO be intentional on someone’s part but I can’t for the life of me think who or why.

• Love and support are what we all want from our partners. Dinah is still in love with Josh but it’s only once she knows that Josh has been helping her despite the fact that she ended their relationship and it didn’t benefit him at all that she goes back to him. Though, she does also take a bit of pleasure in making him agonize a little while.

I like the little whistle she does upon entering their apartment. It must be something they did to alert the other they’d come home. Wish we’d gotten to see it some other time in the movie.

• The truth is, Dinah and Josh enjoy being dramatic together and I get that. When you’re with the right person, it’s fun to play around.

• "Manhattan Down Beat" is wasted as an ending song. It could’ve been a good lively number, perhaps instead of "My One and Only Highland Fling.” I’d say that Astaire was just trying to avoid being in a top hat and tails more than necessary but he also reportedly hated being in silly costumes like the Scottish getup so 🤷‍♀️

• And that’s how the greatest on-screen dancing partnership ends. The Barkleys of Broadway is a more interesting and somewhat better film than The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle so it functions as a better finale for Astaire and Rogers. While their dancing isn’t quite the same, the chemistry between them is still very evident, which speaks to their enduring personal relationship. But that probably deserves its own post, which is what I’ll do next and how I’ll end this rewatch.

#fred astaire #ginger rogers #the barkleys of broadway #classic hollywood #old hollywood #astaire and rogers rewatch

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Since the Beginning (Ben Solo Fan Fiction Part 5)

Hey everyone! Short little chapter but I’m really satisfied with how it turned out! I hope you are too! Enjoy! Let me know if any of you want to be tagged on further installments!

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Ben wasn’t quite sure what time it was. The shed was relatively small and dark - musty most of all, he saw quite a few spare robotic pieces laying around. It was the graveyard of the metallic. He carefully eased his way around the piles and heaps of dormant AIs, trying not to damage any. He fe like a dancer making his way around nearly on his tip toes in the dark, staggering back and forth to get to the right spot to sit and begin. He had himself cornered and looked upon the severed parts of once living droids. It was obvious to Ben that the Resistance didn’t have a proper droid mechanic, or else all of these poor souls wouldn’t be left for dead.

Ben was one of the few people he knew in his life who believed that droids were alive. Perhaps not in the same ways as many different species he knew, but nevertheless with all the different forms of life in the galaxy, why should the metallic forms be considered less than? Ben had come across plenty of biological life forms in his life time that were less alive than androids were when up and running.

For just a moment Ben let himself imagine. He imagined that he didn’t have Force abilities, his parents were nobodies, that maybe, just maybe his destiny wasn’t drawn out for him since before he was born. Ever since he was a child he had more or less of an understanding that there were expectations thrust upon him that weren’t for other children. He often fantasized of being a mechanic, or a doctor, or superhero.

Ben had learned quickly that Jedi were not heroes. They were self proclaimed that was for sure, but they were not true heroes. They always stated that they knew best, that they would know what to do, or know someone’s heart - deep down. It was all horse-shit. They were stubborn accusers who couldn’t think without their master’s help, guiding them towards whatever agenda was in store. It made Ben sick to think that he was so close to becoming one of them.

In Ben’s fantasies now, he would have helped the Resistance because it was the right thing to do.

He knew these people were fighting for freedom, for love, for everything they wanted out of life that was good. Ben knew that more than anyone. Thats exactly why he could never tell Leia off. How do you tell someone to stop doing the right thing and instead pay attention to you? To put you above everything else?

He would have been the Resistance’s droid mechanic, very simple, he would have friends here, he would have a place to call home, he would have something to fight for, not just something to fight against.

He was letting his fantasies get the best of him while his hands did what they did best, running over the cold metal, the plastic wiring. Tools were scattered around him as if a hurricane had come and gone several times over. Light from above him waved back and forth, at first irritating but soon it was a rhythm he could fall behind. Fairly soon after he had entered the dark shed he found a flashlight and made it into a make shift lamp hanging from the ceiling, tying it all the way up on the ceiling using the Force, an old nail, and some spare useless wires. He had rid his long sleeve from his body after beginning his work and stayed in just a tank top, brushing his locks back every now and then. As concentration became more and more fervent within him he began to sweat just slightly, there was a severe lack of air flowing through the shed. But Ben refused to keep the doors open. He refused to let the others see what he was doing, at on point or another, among all the broken pieces the shed became a safe space for him.

He enjoyed being in the shed, the feeling of bringing something back to life was one he would not soon forget. It was so easy to break things, to kill, to feel that snap within your grasp. With a flick of his wrist, a memory overpowering all his senses, and emotion taking all control of his body - letting him only be a passenger in what was the firey rage he was known for, upon he Supremacy. It was the type of power that made others bow before you, to cower and shiver with fear from your mere glance at them. That was what he had become.

It was another thing entirely to bring something to life, help it on its way, to have the patience and understanding it needed. To have the love that it craved. It was beauty at its finest, at its purest. If there was one thing he lacked greatly in his life, it was beauty. Ben didn’t care for the stupid standards of beauty different planets set out for some strange reason. As cliche as it was, he cared about small beauties such as the ones he found in this shed; such as the one he lacked from his mother, as a child.

For the first time in, well he didn’t know how long, Ben smiled when the first droid’s eyes lit up brightly, illuminating the majority of the shed - the biggest and cheesiest smile he could. It felt good, it was a high he craved so desperately. Slowly he began helping the droid with taking steps, adjusting its hinges, rewiring, polishing them to remove the possibility of mold. After the first one was computing everything nicely Ben began on the next one and so on. He lost himself in the life illuminating around him.

After several more hours Ben’s laughter erupted from him as he spoke to a few of the robots who could communicate with him easily enough, even the ones that beeped. He had relative ease reprogramming the level one and two droids, they made up the majority of the bots who were abandoned here. “Really? What was it like?” He asked the level three he was hovering over, trying his best to be as gentle as possible while rewiring and screwing parts in.

“It was quite frightening in fact, Master Solo” The droid responded, “I was sure when my system shut down that I would never wake again.” It stated simply.

Ben let a hint of a painful smile show.

“Have I offended you somehow, Master Solo?” The droid proceeded to inquire.

“No... Sorry.” He sniffled slightly, shaking his head and tried pressing a bright smile, he then broke slightly. “I just... I haven’t had anyone call me that in a while without being sarcastic.” He bit his lip and tried to refocus his attention on the bot’s mechanics.

The sheds’ grey doors creaked open, Ben raised his arm to cover his eyes from the light outside, it was no longer day, but instead what seemed to be the makings of evening, the light from several bonfires was the bother. “Yes?” He questioned, not quite being able to make out who was standing before him.

“People were taking bets, you know.” Leia began, “Some that you had run away to the other side of the planet, others that you had managed to find a shuttle to take you out of here. Others believed you were actually trying to do good somewhere in the camp and everyone should mind their damn business.” She walked in, examining all the bots who were doing the same to her, their eyes all glowing intensely. “You have your grandfather’s hands...” She whispered as she looked upon the droid below Ben.

“What did you bet on?” He looked at her, having finally adjusted to the new incoming light.

“Lets just say I owe a few pilots and Y/N quite a few credits.” She smirked and picked up a wrench, turning it in her hand, admiring the gleam.

Ben wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not... It didn’t matter to him, he knew what he was doing, and he enjoyed it. He felt proud for once, something others could look upon and understand that he was able to do more than just kill. He was more than just what the light or dark sides were... he wanted people to know that.

“So, what are you doing here then?” His eyes following her every movement, he wasn’t quite sure why but he felt almost protective over the droids, before her. He knew she wouldn’t intentionally hurt them for any reason... but still, he had to bite his lip from saying anything.

“Checking on you.” She pulled over a small crate and sat upon it, resting her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands together, looking on at her son. “Why did you want to go on that mission today, Ben?”.

He wasn’t sure what to say. What kind of answer was she expecting to hear from him? “I...” He bit his lip, at a lost for words.

Leia sighed, “Ben, I know you care deeply for Y/N”. There was a pause as he searched his mother’s eyes, trying to predict what she was getting at. “This is the Resistance, we’re fighting a war.” She stood. “If all you’re doing here is pinning after her, trying to get on with your romantic agenda then I can have you on the next flight out of here.” She watched him. “We need fighters, people who believe in our cause. If you’re not here for that you might as well leave.” She stated harshly and walked out, the door shutting with a thud - leaving Ben alone with his creations.

Ben finished his repairs on the final droid and eventually opened both doors to let all the droids out, some stumbling slightly, adjusting to the terrain, others rolling into the camp. He smiled softly and watched them go on to their assignments they were last doing from memory.

Breathing in the soft smell of the camp fires, Ben made his way over to a little dinner area he had noticed earlier. Eyes followed him as he walked in, ignoring them as best as he could Ben picked up a tray and made his way over to the line. It was no secret that several people had quieted down and made uncertain and shifty eyes at him. They didn’t trust him. They didn’t have to. He would soon leave, he would be gone from their lives.

He made his way up the line up, getting the small amounts of food and making his way to a seat. Alone. Yet again, his mother had made it more than evident that the Resistance was to come before her son. Was he really so unredeemable as to not even deserve love or compassion from his own mother? Was it even worth staying to try to prove her wrong, prove everyone wrong? He would be staying simply out of spite. Ben wanted to create a home, have a family around him, he didn’t want that to start off with spite in his heart.

He was back where he started, wanting to get off this god forsaken planet but not wanting to leave without Y/N.

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satansluthouse · 5 years

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You were my mission (Pt 1) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi you guys so this is really shitty and my first Bucky imagine so don’t mind plot holes and bad writing, I really tried.

Word Count: 2707

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (over 18 ofc)

Warnings: Language, mentions of torture/abuse, mentions of killing/assassination.

You stood in the corner observing what was being done in the middle of the room by Tony and Bruce. You weren’t necessarily listening but you still had a general understanding of what was going on.

“And so with doing that, we’ll need eyes up in the North-East corner, Cap that’s where you’ll be stationed,” Tony said, bringing up a map and circling where Steve would be earning a small nod from him.

“Wanda you’ll be right below on ground level, we’ll give you a disguise of some sort. Just stay low and stay alert.” Tony added,

“Let me guess, a hat and sunglasses?” Wanda replied snarkily. Tony paused before answering her in the same tone,

“Of sorts.”

Tony continued talking about the plan for the next mission which was a new routine for everyone as Steve is usually the one coordinating everything. This was Tony’s fight and he said he couldn’t do it alone so by all means, everyone was there to help, including Bucky who he had a very complicated relationship with.

“And as for my most dangerous asset,” Tony went on not really grabbing your attention, “you will be with Barnes and Romanoff ready to fight.”

Confused you looked up only to find the majority of everyone looking at you.

“What?” You asked confused.

“You’ll be with Barnes and Romanoff to hold the bad guys off, were you listening to anything Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I was listening, just didn’t realize you meant me by ‘most dangerous asset’. That usually means Natasha.” You responded, crossing your arms on your chest and leaning further against the wall you were stood in front of.

“Well, usually it would mean her but we-well she discovered you actually have a wider skill set than her when we were going through files the other day.” Tony answered, picking up his half-eaten donut and taking another bite out of it.

“Oh, okay then.” was all you said before Tony announced the meeting was adjourned and to be sharp in the morning.

You pushed yourself off of the wall and began walking back to your room. ‘Most dangerous asset’ just didn’t sit right with you. It never sounded great when Natasha was considered to be the most dangerous without some sort of serum or a suit of any kind because Natasha is a sweetheart, she’s your best friend and you could never see her as dangerous, just as you could never see your self as dangerous. Your closeness with Natasha wasn’t because you two were considered dangerous, it was because of how similar you grew up and how you were trained.

When you were a child, you had always considered yourself to be a lover. Fighting was something you hated and you would always get in the middle of your siblings fights to scream and make some peace. You loved your family, your mom in particular and you were always by her side even when she told you to go away. She had always seemed stressed out but there were 2 years of your life where she was what you would have considered them beyond paranoid, but what you would consider now reasonably paranoid. Your family went into hiding and you weren’t ever allowed to leave your house that was boarded and locked from the inside out. Your family was always there, inside and fighting then one day, your family wasn’t there anymore.

All you could remember were dark figures and never seeing home again. The people who had taken you were apart of the W.V.T Operative, properly known as ‘Waffe Von Tod’ which roughly translates to ‘Weapon of Death’.

You were their weapon of death. They abducted you, trained you, taught you, and when you didn’t comply with their orders, they would punish you. You weren’t the first they had tried to break. There were many before you but you were their greatest achievement. You were set out on missions, credited with over three dozen assassinations in just six years, and you were damn good at it but your compliance with their orders changed when they set you out on a mission to kill Bucky. You had heard his story and the moment you saw his face, his movements, and the obvious pain in his eyes, you lowered your weapon and approached him.

Your eyes lay still on the man you were sent to take out, his movements quick and his body language anxious. You caught a glimpse of his eyes and all that was there was pain and fear. Something that you saw every time you looked in a mirror. All that was running through your head was that this was a mission and you had to comply or else you would be tortured but you couldn’t bring yourself to take out your gun and get the job done and over with.

The yelling in your mind was almost too much but you were tired of playing these games. You hated who you had become and what you were made out to be and you wanted to be different, even if it did mean putting your life on the line. You couldn’t kill him. He reminded you too much of yourself and you have done so much to keep yourself alive.

You lowered your weapon and took off your mask before walking away from the broken window you were sat in front of. You walked down the abandoned stairwell and when you reached the bottom, you stood at the door leading out to your mission and wondered if this was truly worth it. You shook off those thoughts and opened the door, a loud creaking noise escaping from the hinges causing Bucky to jump up and whip around. You stood there, your eyes meeting his from far away and you did the only thing that you could think to do and put your hands up.

“Bucky?” You called out to try and reassure your mind that it was, in fact, the person you were set out to kill standing in front of you as you walked closer.

“Who are you?” He asked, looking as if he were ready to run at any moment.

“I’m Y/N and you have to listen to me or else both of us will be killed.” You said, now directly in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed together as a look of confusion washed over his face. Your eyes met his once again and you searched for trust in all of the pain and anger but couldn’t see past it.

“You have to trust me.” You whispered, waiting for a response.

“Why should I trust you?” He asked, his stance stiff and his breath rigid.

“Because I was sent here to kill you,” You stated which caused an immediate reaction of him backing away but you grabbed his hands. “I’m not going to kill you!” You almost yelled, making Bucky stop and look at you.

“What?” He responded, sounding shocked almost.

“Because you don’t deserve to die. Now listen to everything I am about to tell you and you will live but don’t and we both die. Got it?” You said letting go of his hands and sitting down on the bench he was previously sat at.

After that mission and after you had helped him get out alive, you set out on your own mission. Kill every W.V.T agent walking this earth and you did for the most part. After you had completed your mission, you tried to find ways to build up a life for yourself which ended up with you living in a one-bedroom apartment with a mold problem. You had lived there and worked three horrible jobs for about two months before Nick Fury showed up at your door one day. You didn’t know how he found you considering your identity was wiped and you created a new one for yourself, but he did and that’s how you were recruited to the Avengers and met your best friend and reunited with the man you saved.

You’d been living with and going on missions with the Avengers for almost a year now and since you started, your relationship with Bucky had always been odd. Even though you weren’t asking for any special treatment for saving his life, it would be nice if he would acknowledge you more often when you weren’t on missions.

You entered your room, shutting the door before changing into your pajamas and walking to your bed turning on the television that sat parallel to you. Going to Netflix, you picked the show you were currently binging and got under the covers.

Two episodes had passed and you decided that you were hungry so you paused the show and threw your legs over your mattress standing up. Before exiting your room you checked the time which read 11:47 PM which meant everyone should be asleep for the night so you were careful not to make any loud noises. You walked into the hallway, the cold night air making you shiver. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with loose pajama shorts underneath and you regretted not bringing your blanket as you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest.

Walking into the kitchen, you hummed an absent tune, words leaving your lips when you could remember which ones to say. You looked through the fridge but all you could find were vegetables and healthy foods when you really just wanted junk. Closing the fridge, you turned to go to the pantry on the other side of the wall but saw a dark figure sitting at the table causing you to jump. You switched on the light and saw Bucky sitting there with a book in front of him.

“Bucky what the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!” You asked holding your hand up to your heart.

“I was reading.”

“In the dark?”

“Super soldier serum doll.” Bucky said in a soft tone making your heart flutter. Whenever you had any interaction, he would call you Doll and you tried to convince yourself that it was something he called all of the girls he encounters, but you have yet to hear him call Nat or Wanda Doll in any situation.

“Steve can’t see in the dark.” You retaliated, sitting down across from him.

“Yes, he can.”

“Since when?”

“Since 1941.”

“Oh.” Was all you could say before looking down at the table, earning a small laugh from Bucky.

“So,” You said carrying out the vowel, “Whatcha reading?” You asked him, reaching across the table and grabbing the book from him. You flipped it over and the title read ‘Gardening Secrets’.

“Gardening Secrets? Do you like to garden?” You asked, handing the book back to Bucky who had a flushed look on his face.

“Uh well I don’t really do it but it seems interesting.” He stammered, an apparent blush rising to his face.

“I love gardening! I could help you start if you would like? And Ms.Potts is an avid gardener too, I’m sure you could ask her questions if need be.” You said excitedly causing Bucky’s worried expression to disappear.

“Really? You’d do that? You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked you, his voice still soft and his eyes big and full of hope instead of worry, confusion, or pain.

“Of course Bucky! And no I don’t think it’s weird, gardening can be very therapeutic because it’s like you’re responsible for life. You helped create and sustain that life and it makes you feel needed. Wanted even. That’s what it did for me at least.” You trailed off, meeting Bucky’s eyes with your own to find he was already looking at you.

“Did you not feel wanted or needed before?” He asked, worry taking over his eyes once again.

“Not really,” You replied with a sigh, “I just felt more so an accessory to win.”

“Without you, I would be dead y/n.”

“I know, I know but if my emotions hadn’t taken over you would also be dead because of me so I think that cancels out.”

“Still, you’re needed and wanted by us more than you know doll.” Bucky said, his voice smooth and sweet. You looked up into his eyes and smiled softly, a smile which he returned making your heart skip a beat. Bucky didn’t really smile much so to think you were the reason for this one made you blush.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said quietly. This was the most you two had spoken since you helped him escape the rampage W.V.T had staged in case he tried to get away from you and all you’ve wanted to do is talk to him and feel him, really feel him. His presence, his touch, his words, but he never seemed open to a conversation that wasn’t work-related. His eyes would always dart away from you and he would never be in the same room as you for longer than he had to be. All that you had to cling onto was his constant need to address you as “Doll”.

Before your missions with W.V.T, it was your job to study the person you were sent after as closely as you could. Sometimes that would mean book work but most times it would mean following that person around for weeks at a time to study their routine, their movements, what made them jump, what made them relax, and that was the part of the job you dreaded more than killing. It made you feel more empathy than you ever thought you could because with doing that, you would realize that they are human just like you. Granted most of the missions were to kill criminals and enemies, there were the few that didn’t deserve to die and Bucky was one of them. You followed him around for two weeks, watching him, studying him and after the first day, you knew you couldn’t do what you were sent to do. You spent those two weeks in a battle with your humanity and your willingness to comply and in the end, your humanity won once and for all.

A small smile spread across Bucky’s face as you readjusted yourself in your seat.

“So besides not feeling wanted or needed, why have we never had an actual conversation?” You asked, holding your chin in your hands, elbows propped up on the table. Bucky’s eyebrows raised as he opened his mouth to speak.

“We’ve had conversations!” He responded.

“We’ve had small words exchanged, mission talks, and me giving you instructions to save both of our lives.”

Bucky was silent for a minute, looking down his brows furrowing, he began to answer,

“I just-” He started, “I just never thought you would want to speak to me s’ all.”

“And why is that?”

“Well for starters Doll, you were sent to kill me.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed, throwing a crumb of something at him, “That’s not fair and plus I didn’t kill you because I liked you so much.” You sassed back at him.

“I was only kidding!” He said, laughing a bit which was honest to everything the most beautiful sound.

“On the contrary to me almost killing you and all, I really do want to talk with you more, you’re fun to talk to.” You said to Bucky, smiling a tiny bit.

“I’d like that Doll.” He said softly, returning the smile. Your eyes met before you stood up, stretching.

“Well Mr.Barnes, I am going to go to bed so I’ll leave you and your book.” You said, grabbing a bag of chips out of the pantry. Walking into the hallway you turned around to look at the man,

“Goodnight Bucky.”

“Goodnight Doll.” He said and for once, his eyes showed something that wasn’t pain or worry, but something good that you couldn’t quite place. You smiled sweetly at him before turning and walking back to your room, feeling his eyes follow you until you were out of sight.

Entering your room, all you could feel were butterflies in your stomach and a smile creeping across your face.

What was this man doing to you?

Criticism is welcome!!! Sorry again this was really bad but pt2 is coming soon!

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #Avengers #avengers imagine #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #natasha romanoff #tony stark #wanda maximoff #bucky x reader

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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Optimism, Nihilism, Absence, Realism.

Alright, so I’ve got time for some real talk here.

By the title you’re probably expecting a meta, but that’s not really what this is. It’s time for a rare post laced with enough negativity to break my mold, but more congealing thoughts I’ve been banging on about in the background since I came to tumblr into a set of realities on my thoughts on the show at large.

Before this begins, this is absolutely not an invitation to come to my wall and start crowing and screeching about your ship, your characters, bagging on the authors or anything else. If you can understand the difference between constructive conversation, and prim word laced unbridled and pointless cynicism and complaining, you’re welcome to engage, but don’t mildew up this post.

But it’s about time we talk about the elephant in the room with the show. And despite this fandom’s gong banging, it isn’t Andrew Dabb. It isn’t MuH dEStiEl. It isn’t muh poor baby (fave char)

It’s SingerBuckLeming.

And I mean, in a way that’s obvious, and I really don’t think everybody has really, truly, wrapped their heads around it because they’ll still come yelling about Dabb whenever anything goes wrong.

But Dabb isn’t the one that’s been obsessed with a psycho dark godbaby story; Dabb’s the one that tried to at least craft it into something fruitful for TFW and subvert it into something more than burning bibles -- it’s SingerBuckLeming trying to relive the Lois and Clark fantasy they were denied.

It’s not Dabb that decided to hard push the AUverse story and all its attached splendors. The idea started as a one-off intro idea for Wayward, but it had to be pushed off a year, and Leming admitted to snaring the idea and, summarily, attaching it to their evil godbaby and making it their plot point.

It’s not Dabb that has an honest to god boner for Mark P and can’t shut his mouth up about him, that’s Eugenie too. It’s not Dabb that obsesses over half crocked characters like Asmodeus and Donatello. It’s not Dabb addicted to big shiny CGI and super saiyan powerups.

You’ll notice how many of these ideas are enmeshed into one giant ball of fuckery that, somewhere along the way, Dabb has tried to groom into having some sort of substance but there’s a very clear line going on here.

“How does this relate to my ship/my favorite character reeee”, why? Because with the amount of weight being tossed around via advantageous nepotism and a different core cluster in the author room quite clearly on a different creative page than everybody else, guess what -- everybody else gets railroaded.

And at times, yes, some presentations are becoming stressed and stretched. They only way to even bring any sort of emotion to the content is by retreading or exaggerating emotional roads, especially at the end of seasons. A season starts strong, and poetic, and then somewhere around or right after episode 14 everything starts fucking falling apart, often with one or two disjointed episodes in advance but strong character driven arcs. Traction and motion are lost. Poetry starts falling into pieces. Superpowers and over the top manpain become the leading thing.

This happens every year, and this year is more vivid than last. I do remind people that the last time we had SingerBuckLeming throwing their weight around on decisions so hard they double-directed-and-wrote an episode was Dark Dynasty, which the rest of the author room was uncomfortable with, even argued about, even lost author heads in the aftermath of. Guess what - we just got our second episode like that. The attempt to work into this weight-throwing by the rest of an author room tends to turn into a lack of cohesive storytelling. S10 turned into a rapid degredation into a benny hill chase for a book. This year - well, shrug.

That’s not to say I agree with every piss and moan about characters being “OOC” as often, in this fandom, the fandom’s idea of “OOC” ends at “things I don’t personally like”. There are differences between OOC and just not really... belonging in the moment. Because they’re often things the character has in their range of potential action, but whether or not the story is cohesively meshed in a way that’s worth a damn is a WHOLE other topic.

And this has just gotten worse. As the writing room gets newer and younger and SingerBuckLeming age older and older -- some of you may have remembered my panic attack realizing BuckLeming were being seated in position to become the next showrunners and Bobo had been bumped back. At the time, even meta bloggers I trust held different opinions that, frankly, I considered daydreamy “Oh don’t worry BuckLeming only handle this but all of the emotional stuff goes through Dabb co” but no, once BuckLeming get their hands in enough of that, the rest ends up on a railroaded crash course everybody is trying to write around to deliver as better than a doggie doo bag.

And I think, honestly, J2M know that. I’m sure a huge amount of their decision was indeed about family time, but the real question is, looking at this show that SingerBuckLeming have been aggressively railroading off a damn cliff while everybody tries to compensate, is it really WORTH negotiating more family time, do they really WANT to wait for it to crash out, do they really WANT to let Eugenie Leming run the show out of gas in the middle of a desert with hew new, bestest idea once Dabb inevitably leaves and she and her baes get full reign to make the endless Lucifer clone fleet and their godbaby powers all going super saiyan? Is that what they want their legacy to be, or would they rather go home, and be with their family instead of propping this up as it continues to veer to the left?

I keep praying SBL disappear for the final season, kinda like Singer buggered off in S11. And it’s kinda sad, because I do recognize that without Singer we wouldn’t have the show at all but somewhere along the way, he lost his nut, he lost his directing skills, he lost common sense and he let his seniority get to his head, probably in tandem with bringing his wife back in and getting to be a power unit which is just WOEFULLY unadvised to be honest.

This is so far beyond how anyone’s ship or favorite character is treated. It’s about the internal war in a writing room that’s as clear as plain day that’s causing a deterioration of the show that Dabb has DESPERATELY been trying to curtail into SOMETHING of note only to catch shit from people who can’t do a little bit of common denominator searching into events even before his showrunning time that just keep getting louder.

Right now I’m at a point where I’m just begging for cohesion and emotional worth from the final season. For something that BuckLeming aren’t just throwing off the cliff like a sacrifice to their new, bigger, dumber idea once S14′s Jack Course reaches its cap. And honestly, I’d hope that’s everyone’s primary concern rather than circular bitching about whatever element they’re hyper fixated on because this is an issue that spreads well and far beyond whatever singularity you choose to scream about. And most people just blind sweep in rage at the first name that’s easy to pick out that they feel is responsible. But this has been going on. FOR YEARS. It’s just getting louder.

I try to not be negative about the show in general. I do appreciate Dabb, Berens, Yockey, Merecuda, and to some extent Perez (though I still hold he’s the least artistic of that bunch.) I’m still in love with Sgriccia and Wright and Showalter. I still love this crew. But I’ve never been shy about pointing out BuckLeming problems and at this point, it’s just THE problem, to whence nobody is even realizing where they need to set their sights and complaints at. Everything else is an emotional or continuum casualty in their fuck offs to the new shiny idea. Or, in cases of the Lois & Clark godbaby, their old AF tarnished idea.

Some people may remember me saying that without Dabb converting Jack into being a TFW mirror for catharsis, Jack’s only individual arc is that of a villain, and here we are swinging around full force with BuckLeming sinking in, waiting to see how Dabb may subvert that in the final episode.

“I’m losing faith in Destiel” “I’m mad about Sam/Dean/Cas” “This plot is dumb” ultimately all fall down into the same goddamn railroading that habitually, like clockwork, louder each year, fucks up the end of a season and I just want them to disappear before the final season, but I doubt I’m going to get that. Maybe, just maybe, they can be staved knowing they won’t need the new ultimate escalation to carry on the show yet-again. Fingers and toes and arms crossed.

That said, this vivid repeat of S10 author room shift should also, hopefully, give at least some potential hope to meta authors who at least remember that S11 was recoverable and was in fact recovered, and also had final season plans afoot. It was on the table, at least, in thought in early concept, just not without the true bang announcement to promise it through. So I’m going to hold out some hope that this is going to shape up fine in the end.

But don’t expect me to humor your bitter bitching about your ship or favorite character of choice. You wanna bitch about the strokes Singer seems to have had that have stripped his directorial gifts, or Eugenie’s obsession with SSJ archangels and Mark P, by all means. They’re major culprits in everything else being flattened on the way with an author room y’all are bitching at trying to make it at least vaguely cohesive.

I’m a natural optimist experiencing distinct nihilism at the absence of any sort of respect for the show or J2M going on with SBL right now, and as ever a realist looking at it in the frame of what’s going on beyond our surface level issues, and what I can hope to maintain to roll back around to the optimism part. Ouroboros. Hopefully ending at the start of the journey and not to loop back through the nihilism by next season.

Can they just retire? Please?

Dump Mark P. Dump Donatello. Hell, dump Jack at this point with as much as they’ve fucked that off again. Dump the AU. Dump the Drama Coffin. Dump the instaboop angels. Just dump all of their dumb ideas and let the final season roll out without the resulting tire fire of all of their ideas and suddenly, the show is infinitely cleaner. Don’t think this is all their bullshit? Literally follow their episode impact in reverse the last few years before you come at me. It’s literally all their bullshit.

I really don’t give a shit about fandom drama around Mark P’s opinions. I get it, but I don’t care. What I care about is his unwillingness to look at his character and refuse a contract for any sort of integrity, doing literally anything to pull a goddamn paycheck out of milking this show. His character, formerly one of the most inspiring renditions of an overshadowing idea of good and evil and biblical scale, has turned into a toddler throwing tantrums on the floor of mcdonalds, begged for redemption that underscores the entire point of the hero’s journey, splattered in remnants of Hallucifer that wasn’t even the original character, and just won’t go away.

And antis can say what they want about, say, Misha or Castiel, but his character at least has a solid direction, and growth, and a real hero’s journey. It’s not just vomit splatter on the wall of whatever he can be niched into like Not!Lucifer. Mark S at least had the dignity to leave when he saw shit degrading for his character.

Oh yeah a lot of that was BuckLeming too. The plotholes in Crowley’s story he called out were BuckLeming, who summarily pitched Rowena. And I love Rowena and Ruthie and wouldn’t undo it for the world but GODDAMN am I glad Yockey basically adopted her. She was turned into something past their basic dumb ideas and, as of yet, BuckLeming has yet to unravel that like they’re proactively doing with Jack after Dabb and co put so much effort into him.

Like literally the fandom’s collective bitchfits have a very common denominator and nobody’s willing to suss out why.

SingerBuckLeming seem to have had a collective stroke and still think they’re creating for Lois & Clark in the 70s and not Supernatural as made manifest into absurdity by 13.23; and several people like Mark Pellegrino refuse to have the basic decency to say, you know what, pass. I had my show here, it’s been good. They feed it. But it still falls back to SingerBuckLeming in the end at the heart of it.

Not enough for you? Still think it has nothing to do with J2M or Mark Sheppard’s choices? Don’t even just listen to the scalding tea, look at the post-engagement between Jensen and Mark S.

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They need to go away.

#supernatural #negativity #realism #buckleming #singer

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 4 years

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Tortured Souls. (6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Summary: Y/N Stark is being chased and accused of a crime she didn’t commit, what happens when the person behind all of this possesses her very own face.

(Gifs go to their rightful owners.)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 5,400

Compound.

Steve was in the main living room with Sam watching the game when it went to the commercial and a Break News red sign appeared.

The reporter started to talk about the game so Sam stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab more beer in the fridged. “The SHIELD building in Washington has been invaded a few days ago, our reporter Samantha is in the local and will tell us what happened.” Sam stopped his tracks and walked back to watch the television.

The reporter was in front of SHIELD's building in Washington D.C, the lady told about how a dozen workers died in an invasion that occurred in an attempt to free a prisoner.

A picture of Artem appeared on the screen. “The prisoner is called Artem Melnikov, he is a Ukrainian that the Avengers and Shield’s agents got in an old HYDRA’s base in the middle of Russia. As you may know, Hydra is a militaristic and science division of the Nazi and was created by the German Baron Wolfgang von Strucker. Strucker isn't alive anymore and SHIELD told the world that neither Hydra was, but the event in years prior showed how a few important people of SHIELD were related to HYDRA organization.

The last information the world received was of James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.” Steve crossed his arms. “Barnes was accused to kill the king of Wakanda T'Chaka and a lot of other victims over the years. The man was the very own friend of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. Our sources don’t know where Barnes is right now but the last time he was in the public eyes was in a court where the judge declared him innocent. Could it be possible to Barnes be behind all of this?” Sam shook his head, people didn’t know shit about Bucky and yet everyone loved to call him the bad guy.

“Our sources managed to grab a few footages of the night of invasion here on SHIELD, the young woman clearly is Y/N Stark, daughter of the billionaire Tony Stark also known as the Iron Man. Apparently it doesn’t matter how much money do you have, children will always try to take their parents' attention, right? Back to you Trevor.” She said and Steve wanted to punch the TV.

Sam put the TV in mute and scratched his scalp, “Godamn it, now her face is plastered around the country.”

Steve nodded and took a deep breath. “We knew it was going to happen, how Fury let that leak?” He asked pissed.

Sam shrugged and looked at the TV that showed the victim's pictures and their relatives crying at the funeral. “Maybe he didn’t, you know has other people inside there that are important, and I don’t know… Maybe it was one of the victims’ relatives that wanted revenge and then,” He pointed to the TV. “That happened. Do you know where Stark is?”

Clicking his fingernails against his knees Steve darted his eyes to Sam. “He said something as grabbing some evidence in Turkey, I don’t know what.” He looked at the television again and an old lady was crying and yelling asking for justice.

Sam felt bad about the scene and knew Steve was feeling the same. They were Avengers and their work was to bring justice and hope. “We better call him.”

The game got back but neither of them had the head to watch it. “He probably knows by now.”

Tony.

Tony was flying through Turkey and went to meet one man he had hired to find some old documents.

He met the man in a cafe, he was in a hurry so he spoke with the man and grabbed all the information when his phone vibrated.

It was your name and a set of small alive videos of random News Programs talking about you. He sucked his breath and cursed Fury for letting these pieces of information leak that way. Tony touched the device and told the men his job was done and the money was on his account.

He got back at the hotel he was staying and opened his suitcase at the floor stepping on it making the Iron Man armor mold perfectly on his body.

He flew through the windows heading back to the States specifically to Washington searching Fury. ‘Nick Fury is calling sir.’ FRIDAY announced.

Tony answered and before Fury could answer Tony was yelling at him.

“Calm down! I didn’t give them her information, neither Everett.”

“Well someone clearly did, so what you don’t know about your people whereabouts or sources?”

“I’m sorry but whose daughter is being hunted?” Tony rolled his eyes. “Where are you?”

“Flying to Washington, I need to talk with you personally.”

“I’m not there, are you on a jet or in your armor?”

“What difference that makes,” Tony asked annoyed.

“Can you stop playing and tell me, if you are in your armor come to Logan in Utah, surely your armor will find the coordinates, you can also track this call if it makes it any easier.”

Tony argued a bit more but ended agreeing to his request and flew through Logan-Utah, he saw Fury there and landed outside a cafe that seemed empty, Fury probably sent everyone away saying he would have some government confidential meeting.

Tony kept using the armor but without the face part. “This brings me memories.” Fury scoffed and entered the place, Tony following behind.

Fury sat in the secluded booth and Tony sat in front of him, it had pancakes and coffee above the table. “This is how I’ll die? You’ll poison me? Or is just some sort of truth elixir that will make me tell you my deepest and weirds secrets, do you want to know how was the night I lost my virginity? Urgh, it was gross, do you know that-” Fury’s face was serious and clearly annoyed by Tony’s words. “Maybe you don’t.”

Fury sweetened his coffee and started to drink and Tony did the same. “I called you to say that I wasn’t the person that leaked Y/N’s information. Not anyone I know either, I said she would be in home confinement and I wouldn’t sell private information to the media. You know I keep my promises!”

Tony drank his coffee and stared at Fury’s wondering.

“All of them?”

He sighed. “Tell me one goddamn time I had lied to you or broke a promise.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Listen I’m trying to save Y/N okay? How come you can’t believe she is innocent on this?”

Fury rubbed his face. “Stark, you haven't been around in that world much okay?! The majority of your life you’d spent in parties and ignoring everything important surrounding you. And as you may remember we get betrayed in that world, a lot. I’m sorry she is your daughter. You know I consider her as a friend too.” He said.

“Let’s be honest, do you think she would do that with us? You know her since she was 13 years old for God’s sakes, actually was that sneak eye of yours that made her start in that crazy world, if you hadn’t praised her skills, and she stood at home or safe and sound avoiding this life she probably wouldn’t have to go all kamikaze in Russia.” He said clearly pissed you had chose that life.

Fury rubbed the brow as if to ward off a headache. “Oh come on, when I first saw her she was beating your ex-bodyguard ass in a boxing ring in the middle of the living room.” He pointed. “I wasn’t the one that inserted her into that life, we both recognize she would go after them with or without the knowledge I helped her build. She is a great agent, one of the best actually. But just because we all care about her it doesn’t mean that she feels the same.“

Tony ate a few bites of his pancakes and was tapping a foot under the table, very annoyed about the topic. “Then what? Are you saying she is guilty and is trying to screw our lives by selling Hydra our information?” His lower lip quivered. “Not my Y/N. I’m sorry you had a lot of disappointments in your life, I did too, but I’m sure she isn’t guilty. And you should too.” Fury nodded, he knew Tony would say it.

Fury took a sip of his coffee and shared a silence questioning his next words, he didn’t know if he should say it and help you even somehow indirectly. “I found something, on the footage on the night of the invasion in D.C I used a mixture of two programs and,” He grabbed a small blue device out of his big coat and opened the video, Tony scoffed and opened his mouth ready to say he had seen the videos hundreds of times but Fury cut his words. “Shut up and watch it,” He played the video and then Fury clicked in a few words on the side of the screen, then the video froze and when Fury zoomed it the left side of ‘your’ face was sort of blurry, it wasn’t the cameras since Shield use A1 technology, it was something out of it. “I analyzed other random people with the same illumination and hour on the cameras but none had that weird effect on their faces.”

Tony took a deep breath and smiled. “Great now you are on our side, took you long enough.” He let a relaxed puff of air and enjoyed his pancakes, it wasn’t easy to use the fork with the ‘iron hand’ so he took it off.

“I still don’t trust her.” Fury said.

Tony placed the fork on the plate and swallowed the bits that were in his mouth. “Really? You just said it wasn’t her, what other reasons do you want?”

“She is smart and makes the best tactics, she might have contracted someone just to put us exactly where we are.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “You know what, you think you are so intelligent and forward of everyone else's but you are just crazy. This isn’t a movie Fury, what can’t you just believe her?”

Pinching his nose Fury tried to find a good reason to make Tony open his eyes. “Because people aren’t victim’s Stark, people are psychotic and you know her parents had a record of drug use, maybe her mother had used and it had hit her brain inside the womb and with that transforms her in a sociopath or psychopath. You know this happens.” Tony's brow furrowed completely mad at his words.

Tony gnashed his teeth in the mention of something so insulting. “You are an idiot for saying those things, you like to believe you have control of everything while she is just a young girl being incriminated by something she did not commit!” Tony's voice was raising in each word. His hands trembling.

“You are right, I didn’t mean in that way.”

“Send me that version of the video, it will help me with the judge and with the whole court process.”

Nodding, but with a tightness to it, like he was holding back from saying something else. “Speaking about it she won’t be able to stay at home confinement much longer, I will go to the Compound later to talk with her.” Fury said and finished his coffee, Tony kept quiet eating his food which made Fury sense something was wrong. “She is there right?” He asked.

“Y/N? I don’t know we are not really intimate right now,” He answered quickly and chewed the last of the pancakes pushing the plate further in the table, Fury shook his head knowing Tony was hiding something. “What?” He tried to play coy.

“She isn’t." Fury shook his head. “I do all in my power to help you two and this is what I receive?” He spoke throwing his hands up.

Tilting his head to the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh Tony stuttered before finding the right words. “I’m serious I don’t know if she is in the Compound, we fought because of her stupid decision and I’m not really staying at home or going in the Compound,” He moved his hands to his armor.

Fury studied his face. “You know I can read all your facial signs right? Where is she?”

Tony shook his head and looked at Fury’s ‘device’ above the table. “Isn’t you that have her anklet coordinates?”

Fury rolled his eyes. “Stark, Y/N is a criminal and I’m putting my head in the middle of the crossfire to help even though I don’t believe her innocence in all of this.”

Tony rolled his eyes and propped his left arm on the table propping his head on his hand.

Fury saw his annoyed face and felt angry about how Tony always get annoyed when he didn’t get what he wants like a spoiled infant.

“Contrary to your belief, you are not the center of my universe! So if you truly consider I’ll lose my job and my whole career to make you happy you’re really really wrong.”

“Fury, all I ask is for you to hear her out, okay, please! She is the girl that saved your ass in that mission you went with. She is the girl that helped Nat when she started having anxiety. She is the girl that spent six whole days in the hospital when Sam got into a coma. Do you think she will be the one that will sell information to HYDRA? And besides that, she really cares about Steve and… and the other guy, which both had suffered by HYDRA. Do you truly believe she is guilty? Search the truth in your heart.”

Fury squeezed his eyes. “‘The truth in your heart’? Why the hell you said that? Is a t-shirt or something?” Tony gave him the look of ‘come on’. “I want to believe in her, Tony. But what if she is guilty and in the end, she will go away with them and leave us behind? I can’t risk my career out of a friendship.”

“What is more important reputation and people who care about you?”

Fury scoffed. “Are you reading those help-books she bought for you?” Tony laughed, Fury did too. “I’ll talk with her, let’s see if she can convince me.”

Y/N.

You had set all your clothes and a few research items in the room, you looked around the place and did almost every possible thing.

It was dark outside and Bucky hasn't got back yet. You started to create scenarios in your head where he regrets the almost kiss and are running away scared that you’ll confront him about it.

Jordan was with Barsi and you had made sure that the place would be a safe place for animals, you surely could use some love now so you placed a pair of boots on your feet and walked out the place searching the separated spot where the dogs and other animals should be.

Five minutes more into the woods you found what you were looking for.

It has big shelters one for each type of animal, normally the cats found a way out and the sneaky creatures entered in the dog’s one but it was cool since they got well with each other.

The dogs were really calm, normally when someone got closer they would make a huge mash of sounds. You opened the outhouse and found what you weren’t looking for.

Bucky was sat on the floor with two dogs laid close to him with their heads in his lap, the others were quiet sleeping and looked really comfortable having him around.

One dog barked when saw you making all of the others too, Bucky got up in seconds like you were some sort of threat. The babies came running and you pet every one you could reach, Bucky placed his hands in the pockets of his pants and cleared his throat. “I fell asleep.”

“I noticed,” You laughed, “It’s late already, I wanted to see them again and since I found you, do you wanna eat something? I mean you had been out around... five hours, at least.”

“I lost count of time. It’s pretty awesome what you did here.” He referred to the animals.

You looked around seeing the big place had space for each one of them. “Yeah, I mean is sad the fact that I have to do so, but I adore seeing the pure joy on them.” He made a confused look. “I mean the fact that someone has to save them from bad people, stupid people who hate them.”

He nodded. “People are stupid.”

Jordan appeared in the outhouse holding a big dog food bag. “Oh hey.” He said, you thought you heard Bucky scoffing but it was probably something else. “Is time for their dinner.”

You looked at the big barrel where food has always been inside. “I thought their food stood here.”

“It does but I just got back from town with a few new bags, the old ones were almost empty.” He placed it in the floor and walked out of the place, he looked behind and saw you stopped there looking at the dogs that were more than happy to see Jordan. “Uau, I didn’t know the famous life made you lazy, help me get the rest princess.” Jordan joked and you rolled your eyes laughing.

You walked out and found the pickup truck. You got one bag and walked inside, Bucky got the food separating it in the plates helping in the process. “The cats have eaten already?”

Jordan separated the food with a perfect portion for each type of dog and nodded at Buck's work. “No, neither the horses. You can go there, but be careful with the yellow one, she just got back from surgery.” You nodded and walked out of the place, you shook your head to Bucky which he understood the meaning since he followed you.

You opened the place and saw the cats running around playing with their toys when you grabbed their food they started to meow all together making a huge mess. “Surgery?” Bucky asked trying to not trip on them.

“Maybe is castration, or something else…”

“Castration?”

“Yep, I make sure all of them get castrated. I hate the number of abandonment it has already so we don’t need to make it bigger. My point is if everyone castrated their cats and dogs, it wouldn’t have so many lost babies out there. I mean I know I help them here and in every state money can allow me, but it isn’t the same thing for them. They are supposed to be the 'man's best friend’ so having just one owner isn’t the same.” A one-legged kitty was amazed by Bucky’s pants.

He laughed and grabbed the poor things in his hand. “I agree.”

You scratched the kitty's chin and took her out of Bucky's chest placing the food pot in front of her face. “Good.”

Bucky was amazed at the animals there, he surely knew about the shelter you had in NYC. “How did you asked Tony to do those things? With the animals I mean.”

“Well, since being a Stark I’m what people can say 'filthy rich’ so rather than spending my money in plastic surgery or fancy clothes and a possible contract with famous people to get me 'Hollywood famous’ too,” You laughed at the ridiculously. “I rather spend with what truly matters. Animals, kids, countries where hunger and thirst is a strong characteristic… I just try to use the pros and power of money on things that truly matter.” Bucky swore his heart was beating even faster.

When all was done, you and Bucky got back to the dog's place.

The two of you helped with anything that Jordan needed an extra hand with.

And when it finished Bucky excused and got back to the house.

You kept brushing the horses with Jordan, who had a grin splattered on his face. “What?”

He shrugged “Nothing.” He replied with a smirk.

“Come on.” You tried.

He looked out the barn looking at the patch that leads to the house.

“He is jealous, of me and you.”

You shook your head and kept paying attention to your current task. “He is not.”

“Come on. He had been staring at me the whole time like I was about to pick a gun and shoot you two.”

You laughed and shrugged. “He is just being cautious… he, he is of the world that me and Tony live in.”

“He is the Winter Soldier. Of course, he is of that world of yours and Mr.Stark.” You widened your eyes, you didn’t suspect him to recognize Bucky. “Don’t worry, I know he was a victim of all the torture he had been through. And you know me, I won’t call the cops or anything.”

You calmed down. “I think it would be no use. He was declared innocent by the judge and he is a free man.” You finished brushing the third horse and changed their water.

Jordan finished grooming the last horse and walked away to wash the brush and his hands. “So nothing to worry about then.” You caressed the horse for the last time and walked to wash your hands too. “But I’m serious the way he looks at you and the threatening way he looks at me says something. What? You two had dated and it didn’t work?”

“Not quite. We are good friends and… and I don’t know I got injured on a mission and he sort of blocked me out of his life.”

“Hmmm, I assume the injury it was bad.”

“Someone shot me.” He widened his eyes, he knew how to use a gun but yet it was sort of unknown to him. “But I’m here aren’t I?”

“So what, you two will keep liking each other and will be silent about it.”

“What? Wait what do you think I like him?” You played innocent.

“Well, first of all, I don’t believe my friend would ever come back here with some guy that seems really nice and just be friend with him, and also the fact that you are talking about him with that sparkle in your eyes.” He pointed at you.

“Jordan we are in the middle of the night in a barn, the “sparkle” can be the lamp above our heads.” You pointed your fingers at the five bigs lamps it has there.

“Nah, I know that spark. It just appears when you truly care about someone.”

“What are you? A novel writer?” He laughed.

“All I’m saying is that even spending years away from me I know you too damn well to be able to recognize when you’re liking or loving someone.”

“Okay love is really a strong word.” You put emphasis on the really part.

“You don’t love him?” He asked teasingly.

“Of course, he is my friend.” He gave you the look. “Come on I have a lot of guy friends. Actually, the majority of them are men.”

Jordan walked closer to your reach and dried his hands on a cloth and handed it to you. “Okay, so you look at all of the majority of friends the way you look at him?”

You let a sigh, he wouldn’t let the subject go away. “Not all of them.”

He nodded. “And that is why you’re blushing and avoiding to go back there?”

He was right, yet the last time you had seen him was years ago. “Excuse me, I spent five years away from your life. Is that inconvenient for me wanting to know more about you?”

He laughed. “Either way the way he looks at you it definitely says something,” You two walked out of the place and closed the door. Your emotions were screaming. “How do you know that?”

He looked at you and spent a few seconds trying to find the best words. “Because he looks at the same way I used to.”

You blushed, you had felt a small crush on him, but it was when you were just a mere kid and the idea alone of being close someone emotionally gave you bad memories about Raza. “Oh come on,” You bumped his shoulder with yours.

He laughed and nodded but spent some seconds looking at you, like he was reading every trace in your face. “Whatever you say but the way he looks at you it clearly states something. And I don’t have any idea what happens in that SuperHero universe you live in, but he would be good to you. I mean he is here right? And the way he looked at me when I entered the house it gave me chills. The guy had literally a gun aimed at me.”

“You were with a shotgun yourself. And besides nothing could give you chills Jordan.”

“Oh, one thing does scare me.” You kept quiet and wondered what he meant. “A angry Y/N.”

You laughed and remembered the number of times you two had fought when you were younger. “Surely!”

“Okay. So go back there to your 'only friend’ guy and… I don’t know, find something to talk about.”

“He surely will ignore me,”

“Make him pay attention then.” He said and kissed your head and hugged you. “Good night, troublemaker.”

“Good night, firefighter.”

Both titles were nicknames you two received, you because you would enter anyone house if you thought an animal was hurt, and Jordan because once he literally ran into a house on fire to save an old lady, which made Happy really mad about his job as your bodyguard.

And as a joke, Tony placed him to watch out for Peter.

Bucky.

Steve had called Bucky ten minutes ago to put him inside what was happening in the real world.

Steve told about your information that leaked and he asked if Bucky had grown the guts to talk with you. He answered yes and told him about Jordan.

“Who is Jordan?”

“Apparently an old friend, they are taking care of the animals now. I think he likes her.” The talk went on until you entered the house, you saw Bucky was on the phone and it surely was someone you knew.

But you let it be and walked around going to grab some water. Bucky gave you the phone and you saw Steve’s name on it.

Steve explained that the information had leaked but Fury assured he wasn’t the responsible for it.

He also explained that Clint and Tony were going after some evidence to help in the process, you asked about Natasha and Vision. He told he hadn’t seen Natasha in a week and Vision was okay as always, he didn’t tell anyone about your whereabouts.

…

Bucky started to make a dinner since he likes to cook you wouldn’t interfere with it, actually it brought good memories when he cooked and you two spent the time talking.

He was just placing the past inside the boiling water. “So what had you done in the months where we weren’t close?” You asked.

“I got a few missions, it was okay.“ He answered, you gave him a beer, even knowing he wouldn’t get drunk but at least would make the ‘talk‘ more equal. “You?“

“Well, everything became a terrible soap opera, then I moved out of the Compound, I don’t know if you’d noticed.“ He lowered his head, of course, he did, suddenly he came back from a mission in Siberia and you weren’t there anymore. “Then one day Fury appeared in the door of my apartment saying I was being arrested for leaking private information… and well here we are.“

“Do you have any idea who can be behind all of that?“

You shook your head in a silent ‘no’. “I’m glad the majority of my friends believe me, thank you for believing in me, Buck.” You reached his flesh hand squeezing for a few seconds.

He smiled making the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Sure, you’re my friend and I know you wouldn’t do this type of thing.”

You smiled completely delighted that he gave you his breathtaking smile after so long, but the subject was something that was stealing your rest. “Steve almost believed them, you saw how he was when he watched the footages.”

His forehead furrowed. “You know that punk, but the important thing is that he raised his hand.”

You let a heavy sign and took a couple of sips. “I know it’s stupid and I had a huge luck having so many on my side, and Sam apologized and everything but… I still feel like you guys don’t believe me. Tony, I get it, he is the father figure and wants the best for me, but what if he is doing that just to protect the idea of me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m his best friend, daughter for all effects, but, what if he is just trying to prove to himself that I won’t be a failure in his life?”

Bucky felt in the same way with Steve. “Tony really loves you, you’re the only family he has.” He said and felt a punch in his throat. Only family because I killed the rest of it. He thought.

The following hours you two settled in a comfortable conversation like all the rest didn’t matter. He talked about the new things he remembered and even brought the little notebook he used to note the things his mind got back.

You smiled and felt happy having your friend there again.

You two cleaned the mess in the kitchen and got ready for bed.

When you finished your shower Bucky got his and you sat on your bed reading his note-book, with his permission of course.

You worshipped reading his memories, loved his messy handwritten and adored how he placed a few pictures here and there to make it more sense in his mind.

He walked out of the shower and gave you a goodnight smile. “Bucky. You don’t have to sleep at the end of the hall.” His faces blushed, he didn’t expect you to realize he was trying to create a barrier between the two of you. “You can sleep in the others, or here if you want too.”

Bucky had nights and nights filled with nightmares, and it wasn’t awkward for you two sleep in the same bed, it had occurred thousands of times over the years. Didn’t matter if it was his nightmares or yours, didn’t matter if it was in a small hidden place in dangerous missions nor if you two passed out after watching something on your laptop.

It was normal for him, he even believed the soft mattress wasn’t too soft with you in there. But then you two had been self-conscious with each other in the last weeks. Would it erase all the years of building trust you have accomplished with him?

“Okay, I will just make sure everything is locked.” He answered after questioning himself and walked downstairs.

It has happened before. And the mattress was huge and he probably would face the other side of it.

Bucky was pacing downstairs he saw if everything was okay dozen of times, and walked back to your room. He knew he loved to feel you beside him when he wakes up sweating his fear out. He likes to see your peaceful face and hear your heartbeat beating in a certain rhythm. He took a deep breath and walked back to the room.

There you were laid already but the notebook was still in your hands, Bucky thought it was adorable, you probably knew all the letters there by heart. He laid on the other side and darted his eyes everywhere in the room.

You closed the book and placed it on the nightstand after a few minutes. You turned the lamp and moved your body so you were facing him. “Good night, Bucky.” He looked at you and answered softly.

"Good night, Y/N."

…

After a few turns around he eventually got asleep until he felt something somewhat heavy on his metal arm. It was you supporting your head on his shoulder and your arm was over his torso.

You always liked the cold feeling of metal against your body, the contrast it made on Bucky’s warmth. He looked at the scene and smirked, your mouth was slightly agape so he knew you wouldn’t wake up easily, he moved his flesh arm and grabbed your hip calmly pulling your body above his.

You moved sleepily adjusting your body above the new heat, for Buck’s sake you were really tired so the new position didn’t alert you.

Bucky caressed your hair and fell asleep rapidly feeling somehow protected with you above his chest.

Before his slumber could take him fully, he whispered a soft. “I love you, doll.”

…

I’m sorry if the mention of animals shelters it’s very personal, BUT I love animals and if you don’t, what is wrong with you? (If I was Tony’s friend/daughter I surely would make hundreds of shelters.)

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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crue-sixx · 5 years

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The Lady In The Water

Title: The Lady In The Water

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary: The tortured soul of a murdered woman lingers above her watery tomb. Her spirit resides in the apartment she once called home, her power growing stronger on rainy days. You are a medium-you can see hear and talk to ghosts. You must help them find the light.

Note: Based on the Haunted Apartment HC. The character of John Rimbauer and his house Rose Red are of the mind of Stephen King.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, paranormal and scary shit, implied rape murder and drowning, ghost sex. If you are squeamish please don't read.

Late 1880's

Amelia Grace was a low level worker, who had joined the labor union in the strikes for better working conditions. She soon went up the latter in the Union ranks and became the spokesperson for the cause. Across the continent in New York, a horrible fire broke out in a textile factory that burned over 100 poor souls of women and girls alive. The owners had locked the doors with heavy chains during working hours, so that their employees would be forced to work their entire shifts with no breaks. One of the machines had caught fire and in a matter of minutes and only a handful of workers jumped to safety, though not entirely safe. They sustained broken bones and horrible burns-scarring them for life.

She was now speaking at a rally against a Seattle based businessman John Rimbauer. He had built a factory in the city where he employed the cruelest of men to be his overseers. She had been speaking with some of the women and girls in his employ and from what they relayed to her, John Rimbauer had an insatiable sexual appetite. When he'd come and inspect the books, he'd call some ladies into his office and spend extended periods of time with them. afterward the ladies having expressions on their faces that looked as if they'd made a pact with the devil.

She was nabbed by his men that night at her residence and taken to a sewer. She had been chained to the floor with little room for movement. Before her, John Rimbauer himself stood before her and clucked his tongue "Little hens should know that it's the rooster who calls the world to arms" he reached down and brushed a thumb against her chin delicately.

Amelia spat in his face, to which he calmly wiped off the saliva. With a wicked grin on his face, he took from her what all people value most-consent. Over many weeks, he deprived her of nourishment and forced her into debauchery previously unknown to her. When the flood waters came and filled the sewers, she met her fate, but not before she cursed his name, his family and wherever he'd reside. But her spirit remains to this day tethered to her apartment unit, where the very thing that was her death became the source of her power-water.

Death was only the beginning.

Early 1980's

You had heard rumors of the missing woman named Amelia Grace, that she was still alive somewhere in a bog in Ireland for some shit like that. You didn't believe a word of it, so you decided that she was long since dead and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the city.

You see, you were a hunter of all things paranormal and your brother Mick had given you a hot tip that something was going down in his friends' apartment. He said he'd hear a woman's whisper softly in his ear, then a cold chill would wash over him like he'd been splashed with ice water. You didn't bother with all the high-tech equipment, you had a knack at attracting weird shit to you, which is why you were always secretly Mick's favorite sibling, from the day he found you playing with an imaginary friend.

You were rolling a ball and he thought it was hitting the wall and rolling back to you with momentum, but when he saw the ball stop in the middle of the room and roll back to you, he shit his pants. He made sure to watch you so you didn't say anything to your parents and wind up in the loony bin, instructing you to shut the Hell up if you saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.

You had moved up here in his place with him to help him with his medical condition, paying him back for all the childhood memories he had shared with you. He made you feel normal, while all the other kids (including your own brothers and sisters) called you a freak and rubbed your face in the mud. He had warned you about his band mates, that they'd try to get in your pants. You teased your brother "I might just need someone in my pants, my hand does get lonely down there".

He chocked on his coffee and said "You're disgusting" with a furrowed brow.

You met his friends, they seemed really cool. You knew better than to admit you could see, hear and communicate with ghosts right off the bat, but this place felt more powerful than others. To your ears, a leaky faucet was the scream of a person in pure agony. It sounded like someone dragging a rusty fork across a chalkboard.

You only stayed five minutes until you had to leave. You quickly apologized and told Mick to explain it to them later. You knew they'd scoff in your face-just like everyone else did. You elected to stay away a few days and do some research and you were giddy with glee when you saw Amelia Grace's name on the records of tenants, you had to go back almost 100 years worth of documents at the library, the building had changed hands so many times it was almost impossible to track the original owner.

While you were away, things started getting more noticeable around the unit, then going downright dangerous. The landlord had said that nobody lived in this unit longer than a year, especially males, and they would soon see why.

On the rare occasion that Vince actually did the dishes, something in the dishwater caught his eye. Where should have been his reflection, the visage of a pretty woman took it's place. She was smiling at him and laughing, then she raised her finger and curled it towards her. He was completely captivated, him not knowing he was leaning over the sink and putting his face in the soapy water. Her touch was like a ray of warmth, her hands caressing his face with the softness of a feather pillow.

When he opened his eyes, the woman had turned into a rotting shell of her former self. She let out a shrill scream and her leather, bony fingers clasped his head tightly and tried to drag him deeper. He panicked and tried to pull away from her, but this only strengthened her resolve and almost had drowned him in the sink when Tommy pulled him up with "What the Hell Vinny?! Why're trying to drown yourself dude?!"

Vince looked back to the dishwater, where the majority of it was splashed about the countertop and floor. His eyes were wild like he'd taken a hit of a drug, but he hadn't even touched anything like that yet today. "Th-the girl..." was all he could stammer while Tommy tried to console him. the drummer telling the singer that he was probably still either drunk or high from last night. It took more convincing on Tommy's part to calm his friend down, but it was done.

A week later, Tommy was in the shower when he heard a bubbly voice from the drain calling his name. I also sounded distant, like it was far away. He bent down to listen, and as he was eye level with the drain, a thick clump of hair sprang up and wrapped itself around his neck. It was slimy and stringy, and way too strong to be just normal hair. He stumbled and fell, dragging up even more hair with him.

He watched in utter terror as he saw decaying flesh drag itself from the drain and assemble before him. He looked into the dead eyes of the female, her hair wrapping him in a cocoon of mold, debris and the unholiest of foul smelling filth that not even the devil himself could concoct. Tommy was so horrified that he didn't even notice the temperature of the water was rising substantially-beyond what was normal or bearable to a human to withstand.

His skin began to sizzle, and chemical burns began to appear on the surface. It was then the pain overtook his fear and began yowling for help. Nikki was in the kitchen when he heard Tommy fall in the shower. He got up to see if he was okay, but knew it was quite the opposite when he was screaming for assistance. Nikki kicked down the door and had to look away only for a moment before helping his friend.

He grabbed up a towel to wrap around Tommy, who was shaking from shock and fear. Nikki then got on the phone for an ambulance and did as the dispatcher instructed him to. Normally he would have told whoever was giving him orders to fuck off but he didn't want to hurt Tommy any further. Vince came home to see Tommy be wheeled away on a stretcher and he looked to Nikki for answers. "What the fuck happened?!"

"I don't know" Nikki was so mad he was shaking "Maybe the landlord fucked with the boiler or the damn thing's broken!" he went and cussed out the landlord over the issue and the landlord insisted that he didn't touch the boiler, even going as far as to show them that the boiler was up to code, in working order and at a reasonable temperature for bathing.

Vince remembered what happened to him and relayed it to Nikki "Dude, there's something off about our unit man! I saw some bloated chick in the water while I was washing dishes last week!"

"You're so full of shit Vince!" Nikki laughed sarcastically "I don't know what to believe, you saying we have a ghost or you saying you did the fuckin' dishes!"

"I'm serious!" he actually started bawling "Remember when Mick's sister Y/N could only stay a few minutes before she looked like she was gonna be sick?"

Nikki DID remember you, only because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you. He did think it was strange that you focused on the water pipes in the unit, but he was naturally attracted to people who were somewhat odd. "Vince, get it out of your head that our place is haunted! If you don't like it you can move the fuck out! I'm staying right here!"

The blonde stared in disbelief and said "You know what? Fuck you, Sixx! There's something wrong with this place!" he walked backward while flipping Nikki the bird with both hands "I'm staying with Mick and Y/N!"

With all the events of the day, Nikki opted to drink alone in the apartment and shoot up. He was alone in his bed, in a drug induced sleep when he felt the soft wetness of your kisses on his cheek. He jolted awake to see you naked straddling his hips. He smirked as you gave a playful wave. and said "Surprise!"

"How'd you get in?" he asked in his slurred speech.

"The window" you giggled "Just like everyone else!" you leaned forward so your nipples grazed his and said "You know, I wanted you to fuck me since the day I saw you..." the rain outside made the light distort your features so he couldn't see what you actually were-the ghost taking your form, the thing he truly desired.

Now Nikki Sixx wasn't one to turn down sex when it was freely offered so he leaned forward and kissed your lips, then moving down to your breasts. He was getting hard just by touching and kissing you. He reached down to play with your pussy but you stopped him "I'm already so wet for you, baby" you groaned into his mouth "Just fuck me already" you pulled his cock up and you slid him into you with ease.

He moaned loudly, you being wetter for him than any other bitch before you. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ Y/N you're so hot..." he slowly began thrusting into you, but you leaned forward and pinned his arms to the bed.

"No, no, no Nikki" you chastised "I'm callin' the shots tonight" he chuckled, him secretly liking a woman dominating him. "You just stay still and I'll ride your cock like the Lone Ranger rides Silver..." he laid back, with your still pinning him down.

Soon, he was at his limit "Oh my god Y/N you're gonna melt my dick off!" he then shot his load into you and after a moment of bliss, he stared in silence as you began rotting right in front of him. You were decaying rapidly, the stink of human waste oozed from the walls, dripping slowly like molasses.

He knew that Vince was right- their place was haunted. He tried to get the ghost off of him, but her frame became heavier with each thrash. He got some relief when she stopped only to be horrified when she began dry heaving. He knew what was next, but he couldn't stop it. She vomited sewer water onto him, the putrid potion going in his mouth and up his nose. Thankfully he closed his eyes as the torrent of dirty water hit him.

When he was finally able to get up, he noticed what felt like to be soft wet kisses was actually a dripping faucet right above his bed. He looked around to try and find the mess the ghost had made of his room, but the only mess he could find was of his own doing in the crotch area of his sheets. He cleaned himself up a little, got dressed and went over to Mick's where he told you all that he believed what Vince said was true.

"Told you, asshole!" the singer retorted.

"So what do you want to do now?" you asked both of them "With Tommy in the hospital and you two here, the unit's empty right?"

Mick looked at you and said "Oh no Missy! You're not going over there alone!"

"Mick I HAVE to" you told him sincerely "I've been doing research on the building and I think I know who she is...all I have to do is speak her name and she'll be gone" you put a hand on his shoulder "I am not that scared little girl anymore Bobby" you called him by his real name, him reluctantly letting you go.

The unit definitely smelled like a sewer that was for sure. You turned on all the faucets and opened the windows to let the rain in. The howling wind and the metallic scream from the pipes became one-you seeing the ghost in front of your very eyes. She was looking at you not in hatred but curiosity, like she was reading an interesting book. You locked eyes with her and dared not break the stare. "Amelia Grace!" you shouted.

The ghost hollered in pain, a look of surprise overtaking her. You said her name again and she screamed louder. You shouted her name a few more times, bringing her to her knees. You knelt in front of her and grabbed both sides of her head, sending her images of the newspaper clippings you found in various libraries. She stopped screaming, and tears of joy began rolling down her face. Her skin was healing itself so she looked more alive than dead. "John Rimbauer has paid dearly for his misdeeds" you gently told her.

"His house was cursed, claiming his beloved daughter" you went on "his family in ruin. You have been avenged, Amelia. You don't need to linger here anymore..." you gave a soft kiss on her forehead "Go in peace..." she smiled, a heavenly glow engulfed her as she made peace with her death.

The rain stopped, the whole unit soaked but it was warm again. When you came back to Mick's place, you were exhausted and plopped down on your bed without a word. While you were asleep, Mick took the time to tell them about you and your gifts. They believed every word-even Tommy when he came back from the hospital.

They quickly moved their stuff from the unit to Mick's place and you all slept in the living room where there was more area to accommodate more bodies. They didn't want to go back, and you didn't blame them. You kept in touch over the years and you deepened your research to locate Amelia Grace's remains in the sewers. You eventually did and arranged for a proper burial, her epitaph reading "A revolutionary, murdered before her time. May she find comfort knowing her death was not in vain" you felt a warm hand touch yours, you looked up to see Amelia Grace.

"Thank you" she said as she handed you an antique necklace "If I ever had any daughters, I'd want them to be as courageous as you..." she kissed your hand and vanished for the final time.

"Who you talkin' to babe?" your husband Nikki asked, your twin girls Amelia and Grace not far behind him.

"Just an old friend" you assured them, looking back at the grave and closing the book on the case of Amelia Grace for good.

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“Our Girl” Part 5A Hoseok X(Y/N) X Taehyung (Smut )

Straight smut 3K

I havent been writing much..and you guys made it clear you wanted a part 5 to this series so here ya go! Well part 5A will say lol because there will be a part B..I sometimes leave these up in the air(As in a purposely leave them with a cliffhanger) but I don't think I wanna do that with this one.

This is still a FWB situation not Poly but for the first time there is a lil MXM just making out/dirty talk though nothing too intense..yet...lol

Warnings-Dirty talk, light cum play, light daddy kink, a lil MXM, kinda public sex...

“God I'm gonna fuck you soooo hard..”The low growl hissed against the side of your neck as his fingers continued scissoring between your walls. Nails clawing into his shoulders through the material of his blue long sleeve. Surprised they actually didn't pierce straight through as you were trying your hardest to muffle your cries. It was pointless to try though, you knew this man got off on that, the sight of you even looking remotely composed just made him want to do whatever it took to bring you to your knees..literally. “Baby..” The whiney twang to your voice earned a arrogant chuckle to stream through your hair as he kept his nosed nuzzled against you , already knowing exactly what you wanted.

More, you needed more and he didn't hesitate to give it to you,“Mmm, I swear I lose all self control when it comes to you, can’t help but give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.” The sound of that alone had you light headed, clenching around his fingers even tighter because it was true, I mean fuck look at the two of you now! “Everytime I touch you I just wanna give you everything.” Letting his tongue take a slow drag up your neck, causing a desperate whipmer to flutter through your throat. “Look at you baby...making a mess all over daddy’s fingers,you just needed me to touch you huh? You already knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, not with you coming up here like this…”There was a shift in his tone almost a hint of frustration as he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck with a growl, not even bothering to soothe the sting with his tongue. The neediness that dripped along your lips as you cried out only egged him on to do it again, no doubt leaving one hell of a imprint behind“ Fuck, you look so.Damn.Good…” Eyes fluttering shut as you relished in the praise..letting your nails slowly drag down his back. “Hoseok…” the words barley slipped through your teeth they were clenched so tight. Knowing how much he loved when you’d get a little rough with him, which was rare since you knew you couldn't leave marks. But sometimes you just couldn't help it..Especially times like this, when he’s two fingers deep, while his opposite hand held an almost possessive grip on your ass. Making your knees feel like a damn slinky as your arousal dripped down your thighs while he panted into the crook of your neck.”Harder..” left his lips in nothing but a honey coated moan that had your walls suffocating his fingers on command.

The continuous pulsing heat against his fingers as they tried to suck him in deeper and deeper, his name floated past your lips on repeat as you reclined your neck. Giving him more access letting his lips alternate between faint kisses and sucking on the vein piercing through your flesh. The sudden sound of the door creaking had your body trembling in his arms, but the smirk that danced along Hoseok lips as it closed let you know you didn't have anything to worry about, a low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he glanced over at Taehyung “Baby...” The dark, smokey tone in his voice danced through your ears and your body reacted with no hesitation trapping Hoseok's fingers do deep within your core “Damnnnn..” harmonious chuckle left Hoseok's lips once he felt your muscles tighten around him “She just got soo tight Tae, I think someone missed you…” Placing a couple kisses into the side of your hair as your body melted into his touch “Someone excited to finally have both of her boys alone?” You could feel him smirking against the crook of your neck as he added a third finger in slowly. Initially your head was resting against Hoseok’s chest, biting into it as a buffer, but once Taehyung entered he required your undivided attention raising your head to rest on his chin as you watched Tae slowly strolled in your direction.

Watching with heavy lids , as Hoseok’s fingers continuously curled against the deepest niche it could find, effortlyss grazing your g-spot everytime. It took everything in you to keep your eyes open, but you had too, far to captivated by the way his , that were fucking into you mercilessly as you moaned out in pure euphoria “Mmm, is he fucking you good baby?” Humming in response as he leaned down pressing a quick kiss to your lips while his thumb grazed your cheek “You always look so damn good when we fuck you, you know that?” Letting his index finger flick your bottom lip, reclining your jaw slightly to slide his finger into your mouth, immediately lapping your tongue around it. Before sliding it between your lips, eyes trained on his as you moaned out against the smooth length of his finger, rolling your tongue against it lazily before freeing it from your lips. There was something really sexy about how focused he was in this moment, zoning in on every motion your jaw made as it suctioned around his finger.

Now it was his turn to gaze at you through hooded lids as he walked behind the two of you, taking a moment to let his eyes drink you in from head to toe. You didn't need to be able to see him to know exactly where his eyes were on your body, when it came to these two men your body betrayed you effortlessly. His gaze left goosebumps in its wake, every inch of skin that his eyes carrased you felt it, even without him laying a single hand on you “What are you wearing??Fuckkk baby…” He almost sounds out of breath which in return made you chuckle slightly, as his hand was replaced Hoseok's on your ass. “That’s the same thing I said, doesn't it make you wanna just bend her over couch and fuck her until she can’t walk?” Purposely only making eye contact with Taehyung, a devilish smirk moved up his face as they both ignored the way you damn near cried at the idea, as Tae’s hand continued Massaging your ass in his hands, slowly...clenching and releasing his grip. Almost as if he was trying to mold it into his palm, as thin as the fabric was of your little two piece set you decided to wear today you midas well be naked .Immediately closing the gap between the three of you as he pressed his hips flesh against your ass. “Mmm, bend her over ledge so I could eat her pussy from the back, you know how hard she comes when, when we eat her out from the back..” Glancing up at Hoseok as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes fluttered shut with a moan at the idea, almost as if he was picturing it as Taehyung spoke “We could both taste her pussy at the same time actually...like we did a couple months ago. Fuck, remember how loud she was...how wet her pussy felt? When we both slid in together fucked her right after” A moan richoteced off your bodies, at the mention of both of your boys filling your pussy up, It was almost like you could feel it all over again, the warmth of Hoseok and Taehyung coming inside you one after the other. “You came so hard, around our cocks that night... you almost blacked out on us..we had to carry you to the shower after...isn't that right baby?”

Finally actually addressing you and the arrogance that danced along his lips as he smirked down at you had you pissed and turned on all at the same time. Both of them creating vivid flashbacks that had your pussy leaking even harder, while Taehyung's lips danced along the side of your neck. Tilting your head slightly to meet his, moving a hand up to cradle the back of his neck. Letting his tongue lick the seam open between your lips, instantly allowing him in to explore your mouth as he pleased. The majority of the day you kept your outfit hidden under a long bomber jacket..that is until the boys came back from their first break in between filming there comeback special. Once you stripped off the jacket..floating around the room just having casual conversation, since the staff was present they had to be on their best behavior which was strenuous to say the least. You swore they were both rock hard the entire time they were sitting in the break room, which would explain why the choose to keep their coats on even though it was far from cold.The way the spandex material clung to every curve on your body in which they both had committed to memory, had them craving you like a dog in heat. And to make it even better before they were heading back onstaged you decided to let them know via text that you weren't wearing panties under your skirt.

Now here you were, they were supposed to be on a 15 minute break before there last performance of the night…..”Fuck, your so wet…always so wet for us aren’t you baby?” Hoseok's lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, slowly grinding your hips in his hand, while also rocking your ass into Taehyung's dick.Which was getting harder, and harder by the second,bringing your hand up to take a firm grip on the blue locks at the nape of his neck. “Are you thinking about how good your dick fills wrapped around my pussy, how tight and warm she is..is that why your so hard baby?” The purr left your lips in more of a moan they anything else and you knew damn well what you were doin, the smirk on Hoseok’s face let you know he was enjoying the show. . But it seems Tae wasn’t in the mood for your little games as the grip on your waist got tighter, no doubt leaving a bruise in its wake “Mm, have you tasted our girl yet hyung? I can smell her...she smells so good…” You could feel Hoseok smirk against the slide of your neck before pulling back from you, curling his fingers upwards, for one long darg. The pressure almost making your knees buckle, as if he was trying to collect as much of your juices as he could. Pulling back to lapp his tongue around them, humming in content, as if you were the best thing he tasted all day. Before Reaching over your head to grip Tae by the neck, sliding his tongue passed his cherry stained lips to let him get a taste for himself. The site alone had you ready to come all over Hoseok's fingers, as both men moaned in content at the taste of your juices against their tongues. You watched the way both of their necks rolled in synch with each other as the kiss got deeper, it was obvious who was in control as the mankane’s head reclined slightly giving his elder more leverage.

The pleasure only amplified as you moved one hand in front of you to palm Hoseok's, length through his pants and one behind to meet Taehyung's. Leaning forward to latching your lips onto Hoseok collarbone..sucking down with mulishous intent, zero fucks given you wanted him to look down and get vivid flashbacks. You knew he’d punish you later for making him before a live broadcast but it’s been a fucking month. He can’t blame you for your lack of self control, when he’s fucking you open while making out with Taehyung right in front of your damn face.

“Hoseok, Tae…” You were whining at this point making both men break away form the kiss with a snort. For two reasons honestly, one you were feeling bratty because they were not paying you any attention and two...you need more. He either needed to make you come or stop, but he was purposely shallow finger fucking you, and you knew it. “Na-uh” sliding your hand away from his dick which was beaming through his pants so hard it mideswell had a spot light on it. “I’m not going on stage with a boner because you can’t behave baby, hands off until we get home tonight…” Before you even had time to complain in regards to Hosoeks request

Taehyung, moved between Hoseok and yourself dropping down to his knees in front of you, “I’ve been thinking about this for days baby….”propping on leg over his shoulder before diving straight in propping on leg over his shoulder, before laying his tongue flat against your heat. Glancing up at you as he took a long slow drag from top to bottom, “Fuck I missed you...” slurring his words into yours folds , sending each word vibrating through your core, while his tongue continued exploring your lips. Making sure to caress inbetween every crevices he could find before sucking your clit between his lips. You would have sworn your clit was a damn straw with how tight and strong he started to suck against the tip of your clit. All the blood immediately rushing to the head, as he felt your bud harden between his lips. “Oh fuck, Tae, baby please don’t…stop” You were already begging due to how close you were, as Hoseok's fingers were still pushing against your heat.. All of your sense felt amplified it was like your body was on a high tonight, you just missed them.. A lot, the way they could fuck you like they hated you, and two seconds later hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Or even just the way ,they , treated you like a damn princess...even if there wasn’t a label on it..even if it was technically a secret. It always felt worth it.

Gripping onto Hoseok’s shoulders for support, locking your eyes with his as he bit into his pouty bottom lip, “Oh my god,baby I can hear how wet you are..fuck...Your gonna be a good girl and come all over Taes face aren't you?” All you could do was moan at the sound of that afraid if you tried to talk you’d cry out the way you really wanted too “Yeah? God, I wanna feel you come around my dick soo bad baby….” You could hear him getting more and more turned on as he spoke. The sound of Taehyung moaning against your heat, feeling every vibration rumble through your body, if you didn't know any better you’d swear he was the one getting head right now from how loud he was. You could feel the way you were dipping down your thighs, as his middle fingers teased your ass, using your juices to skim over the entrance. Not wanting to slide in unless you were comfortable with it..”Yes, fuck yes….’’ Alternating between sucking on your clit and rolling it slowly against his tongue, as he slid his middle finger in...going straight to the brim. It was clear he knew they were pressed for time and he didn't plan on teasing you today, applying steady pressure exactly where you needed him most. A gasp left your throat , as you dug your nails even deeper into Hosoeks shoulders, facing contouring in pleasure, gripping him by the back of the neck. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, it was messy, needy, sloppy but you were too close to coming and you were getting way too loud and there wasn't shit else you could do about it. Sliding your hand down his stomach, toying with the zipper on his dress pants “What the fuck did I tell you? Hands off....” Nipping at your bottom lip, before sliding his tongue back into your mouth “Make him come baby, If you wanna come, then you need to make him come…” You could feel his big brown eyes gazing up at you , as he rolled your clit against his tongue “I want you to make hyung come all over himself.....” Both Hoseok and yourself damn near choked on that, Tae never..tried too..will say overstep his boundaries when it came to who was in charge sexually. You watched Hoseok abruptly slide his fingers from your heat, a low whine leaving your lips due to the lack of stimulation, bringing them over to Taehyung's lips who welcomed them effortlessly. Sucking them clean with a almost devious chuckle, as he felt Hoseok yank them from his hold so quickly it made a “POP” bringing his hand over to grab Tae by the nape of his neck. “Excuse me?” The sudden growl his his voice accompanied by the brow raise had you clenching around nothing, as Tae, smirked up at him, chin glensting with your juices.

“I’m sorry have you forgotten who's in charge here baby?!” tugging even tighter until Tae had no choice but to look him dead in the eyes,you could physically see the shift in Taehyung's body at the sound of the endearment. It was like a wave t of submissiveness washed over his body at the sudden growl in Hoseok's voice. Yet there was something about Tae deciding to purposely rile Hoseok up that turned you on even more. It was almost like the two of you had the same thought as his eyes flickered over to yours. Both of you wanted daddy to come out and play tonight...”No sir…” His tone was almost menacing as his hand starting to work its way up Hoseok’s inner thigh while yours undid the clasp on his pants and brought his zipper down. You watched his jaw tighten as he glared at both of you, eyes daring you to continue...“Daddy if you want us to stop just say so…” Your tone was so condescending it was almost offensive as a smirk moved up your lips, you watched his nostrils fair, as he tried to compose himself “You already know I’m not going to tell you shit, if you want it take it.. but just no if you do this…..the two of you are in for a long fucking night….” A moan left both Taehyung and your lips in unison at the sound of that, brining your hand down to Tae’s lips, taking the hint to spit in your palm. “You really wanna play this game with me tonight?” Brow arched at the implied question the sudden timber in his voice had your pussy pulsing even stronger, not even bothering to respond as you slide your hand past the waistband of his boxers taking a firm grip on his length which was already hard.

Swiftly pumping your hand up and down his legeth, rotating your wrist as you traveled from base to tip. Alternating your pressure as you moved..loosening your grip as you got to the base applying heavier pressure right beneath the tip as that way your baby’s sweet spot.You watched the wave of pleasure sweep over his body as his neck reclined slowly, letting a breathy moan roam up his throat. You knew damn well he wasn’t going to last long, while at the same time Taehyung pressed his lips firmly against your clit . Sucking it between his lips,not letting go until you were damn near crying,“Hoseok...” The minute he heard his name his head snapped up, stepping even closer so his cock was damn near pressed against the back of Taehyung head. Closing in the remaining gap between your three bodies, as the two of you had the mankane sandwiched on his knees. Brining one hand over to hike yout skirt above your waist completely so he had free range of your ass. Massaging it in his palm, as you continued stroking his cock in your hand. You just needed him closer, that’s the only reason you called out his name ...and he knew it..just from your tone of voice.

Resting your forehead against Hoseok's “Fuckkk..” Left both of your lips in unisions as he crashed his tongue into yours. Your moans getting swallowed against each others, as you both suddenly felt your high dangling in front of your face, sliding your hand down the back to Tae’s shirt to claw at his back as your rolled your hips into his face “God Tae...” pulling back just enough so he could hear you singing his praises, you swore you could feel his smirking against your heat as he continued working you with his tongue.The feeling of Hoseok's stealthy fingers curling under to join Taehyung's as a harsh knock hit the door. The words that followed were no doubt along the lines of..hurry the fuck up you need to get changed. “Come onnnn baby...be a good girl and come for us…” the words slurred against your tongue in nothing more than a moan but it wasn't needed you were already close and he could feel it..he was only egging you on. “And how about you be a good boy and come for me…” The purr left your lips so smooth even you were impressed as you smirked against his mouth, the feeling of his dick starting to twitch against your palm as he grew even harder let you know he one ahead of you on that one. “Fuck baby, I can feel how close you are..come with me...come with me…”

That’s all she wrote..if you guys want a part B to this IE..when they get Home and Hoseok going kinda full dom daddy on both of them! Lol show this some love and hit up my ask box…

Love ya as always,

Rocki

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