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thegeminisage · 5 months

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THE FINAL FRONTIER breakdown

as always my first impressions were typed hastily and in shorthand w typos on my phone and i am translating them to proper readable language

opening scene was very reminiscent of mad max and the sound effects made me think of sybok as darth vader, lol. when i realized he was vulcan i knew exactly who he had to be

the first mind meld scene was like. weirdly sexual. that share your pain thing also reminded me so much of sound of my voice lol

cathy's reaction to the names in the credits: sighing heavily on seeing william shatner's name. no reaction to leonard nimoy's name. delight at seeing deforest kelley.

second scene of the movie i watched while blinded by tears because spock was there. to be fair to me i had been primed by the world's longest rock climbing scene ever in which i glorified in the sheer fact that i was NOT watching tng. i needed this so much. my reward for finishing most of the first two seasons which is some of the worst tv i have ever watched in my entire life.

cat lady with three tits. bill shatner is a fucking freak

every time there's a woman catherine and i have a bit where we gasp and go, in shock, a woman! but when it's a romunlan woman we really are shocked every single time. just like in the enterprise incident, so true

uhura is still super mega fucking hot in these movies btw. she's so beautiful. it's very cute that she's with scotty i guess (and i was really surprised!! i guess this explains why i see them as a side pairing in fics so often) but she could be marrying ME instead

thrilled to learn that bones can cook and that spock is. willing to sample his beans, as it were

i loved the whole camping scene. i understand the Plot of this movie is bad but the character scenes were some of the best in all 5 movies and indeed the entire tos series. like this is the most married those 3 old men have EVER been. "we don't have families but we have each other" THEY WERE LITERALLY DOING THE GAY FOUND FAMILY ON ACCIDENT. HOW DID WILLIAM SHATNER WRITE THIS???

"i've always known i'll die alone" is maybe the worst thing kirk has ever said or will ever say and i don't want to talk about it.

my one point of complaint is "marsh melon" or whatever spock said. it was cute but i know his ass read and pronounced it alone in his quarters like 700 times first. it's like when you make castiel not know what an egg is. maybe he was being silly on purpose to amuse kirk and bones <3

LOVED their singing. i didn't think they'd actually do it but they did. times were different back then

bones was in fine form in this movie. he had a lot to complain about but he also jumped to spock's defense at least once that i remember right off hand. i swear he just gets progressively better with each season/movie the way uhura just keeps getting hotter. some things truly do get better with age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i loved how when spock had some distress re: potentially recognizing sybok they all had to go in their little longue and have a heart to heart together with him. i don't think this movie ever left anyone out - even in the voyage home, which i LOVE, bones was left out of the kirk-and-spock duo. but almost every single scene they had involved all three of them. truly a win for the throuple enjoyers <3

really mixed feelings about naked uhurua. i'm glad she got to sing her little song. and she is, again, extremely hot. AND i love when she gets to surprprise people even though nothing will ever beat her telling that little ensign to get in the fucking closet. but how could they DOOO that to her william shatner IS going to hell

"hold your horse captain" made me chuckle. also, can you vulcan nerve pinch a fucking HORSE?? i guess you can now. i bet they had to train those horses so well. how often do you see a fucking HORSE play dead

when sybok was like "well spock what do you have to say" and spock, outnumbered 100 to 1, guns pointed at him, obviously in deep turmoil, was silent and expressionless for 5000 years and then replied with "you are are under arrest." KING shit

sorry to be like this but spock with a gun was fucking awesome. i'm glad he didn't shoot his bro but still.

the three of them truly bickered like an old married throuple in the brig. bones coming to spock's defense was so funny he's like fine to gang up on spock until he realizes kirk is genuinely upset and then he switches sides because they're only supposed to gang up on him for fun

"STAND BACK" i knew those idiots weren't going to get the morse code in time and it was still funny. same with scotty like "i know this ship like the back of my hand! [BONK]" anyway he totally came in clutch i love him sm

i don't remember why i wrote "bones is so frail and waiflike" because we said it about 7000 times during this film but it's true

spock's rocket shoes saving the day nearly made me cry again except i got jerked out of it by my SHEER ECSTATIC GLEE that he got to take both kirk and bones ently in his arms while carrying them around. wow <3 love wins <3

"the people of your world once believed it was flat but columbus proved it was round" bitch the fuck he did. i'm blaming william shatner for that one. who knew that in 2023 they would still fucking think the earth was flat

the whole thing with bones's dad was fucking brutal. normally we talk through everything but we were dead silent for that bit. even though i knew what was gonna happen my jaw was on the fucking ground

spock's little baby vulcan ears...wait hold on

LOOK AT HIM!!!

that birth looked brutal. for once i'm giving aos some credit whatever they had going on looked much nicer. sarek seemed less disgusted too. maybe this was just spock's imagination he was like yeah my dad took one look at me when i popped out of the womb and diagnosed me with human cuz i was crying lmao

the second half of this movie was where the plot started getting dicey for me. i didn't really care what was going on before now bc i was having fun but when they started talking about the great barrier i got confused. i thought that was on the outside of the galaxy? and i thought at the center of the galaxy was some fucking anomaly and the devil lived there. cuz that was in the animated series. i know. i watched the whole thing.

like we get there and everyones like wow its so beautiful! like no offense cool rocks bro but ??? there's literally nothing there

the big ribcage rocks popping up out of the ground gave us a laugh. at first were like: hopeful: tentacles? no. just spikes. this place is not a place of honor etc

god as a giant inverted face over white light who shot lasers out of his eyes was the stupidest fucking thing i have ever seen in my life. i laughed so hard. i do love though that kirk is apparently an atheist who enjoys backtalking god. he talked to god the way he talks to computers when he's trying to suicide-bait them

i wish we had gotten some explanation of what that actually was? and why everyone thought it was god? but whatever. apparently this movie was also trying to say something about cults but it didn't. again, whatever, i was mostly having fun with whatever was going on so i didn't care but the plot was really very very bad

at one point in my hysterics i typed "LMAO GOD'S GONNA FUCK THE SHIP" as in "and make jim jealous because that's what he wants to do" but i don't remember why so i'll just leave it as the mystery that it is.

spock's little "get ahold of yourself" when bones started being frantic about jim being al;one down there after the two of them got beamed up. lol.

spock's little "damn you, sir" 🥰

metal as hell and also anime as hell that they killed god. what a ride that was. first i thought kirk was gonna do it. then i thought the klingons did it. then it was SPOCK that did it. i could not have asked for a better outcome

"not in front of the klingons" i finally have context for this. i had seen snatches of it in gifs and videos but it was even gayer than i imagined. WILLIAM SHATNER WROTE THIS???

genuinely in SHOCK they ended it with them camping again. i was like if they start singing i am Going to scream. and you know what they did?? yes. yes. yes.

i don't understand why everyone hates this movie. like, yes, the plot was bad near the end. the villain was bad. the stuff about god being In Your Heart was lame af. but the character moments were PERFECT and the movie was extremely funny and everyone was very charming. it boggles the mind that it almost meant there was no sixth movie. like it wasn't perfect but it had so many redeeming qualities!!

that said. i did watch it after some of the worst tng i have Ever seen AND on the same day i watched into darkness so maybe that has something to do with it lmao

#personal #star trek blogging #tff lb #one day i'll read the novelization...i just got stuck on wrath of khan because i can't find it in a good format

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evolutionsvoid · 1 year

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The Galdrhveli isn't the only strangely magical creature that is found up in those arctic oceans. From the tales and legends, it seems the Helkkja have been quite busy on their frozen islands. All sorts of mentions of weird animals and beasts altered by their magic, and crafted into something new. It seems like this is their method of gaining guards, laborers and other vital workers for their secret communities. Obviously these freezing lands don't offer a lot of species that could be easily domesticated or used, so the witches just made some for themselves. It is fascinating to hear these tales, and see drawings of the strange creatures. Learning about this certainly got me excited, as a whole new slew of species to study! Problem is, they are only found in the lands of the Helkkja, and they don't exactly accept visitors. With this, no one really has any access to these magic born animals, and thus we know very little about them. But I still want to pass on the knowledge of their existence, so I guess we are writing an entry about them regardless!

While I had heard a lot about the Galdrhveli, there was another species of theirs that often got brought up alongside them. The Staveother is a beast that walks those frozen isles, and shares a notable similarity with that magic infused whale. This species looks and sounds to be mammalian, with thick fur and a notably ungulate frame. Beneath that woolly coat appears to be thick leathery skin, no doubt bolstered by layers of fat. Their anatomy is obviously like that of a rhino's, but alterations from the witches have changed them into something more. A single look at their horn will clue you in on their biggest change, as it has been replaced by a wand-like structure. It seems these magic growths come in all different shapes and sizes, at least judging from the variety of drawings I have seen. It doesn't seem to be the only wand either, as some art has shown them with similar structures jutting from their mouths like tusks. No doubt used for smaller spells or what not. I will note the significant bulge on the neck, like an overdeveloped muscle. I suspect that it acts like the Splenius magus that humans possess, either grown from a lesser muscle or perhaps artificially grafted to this species. Perhaps this is what fuels their wand growths, and lets them cast spells to either help their masters or fight foes. I can't imagine they use it much for battle though, because it is near impossible for invaders to even set foot on the island before they are destroyed by the guard whales. Of what they eat, I have to imagine it is a herbivorous diet, grazing on what little plants grow in that arctic wasteland. Like the rumors of the Galdrhveli, I could see the Helkkja feeding the Staveothers special herbs and concoctions to further power their magical abilities. Of what they do with this magic, I don't really know. The tales say that this species is used as a beast of burden, trained to be mounts, or to....pull things or....well, whatever duties they are given. They don't really talk too much on those details. Honestly, not much is said about the Staveothers outside of the fact that they exist, can use magic and are used by the Helkkja. A real shame, because I absolutely want to know more! Why do legends always prattle on about monsters being scary and evil, or how powerful a creature is before a hero slays it, while completely ignoring all the juicy details everyone really wants to hear?! What do they eat? Where do they sleep? What part do they play in the local food chain? I couldn't care less about how the evil dragon Grimgagrackle-whatever has fire breath hotter than the pits of hell, I want to know how it plays into the rest of the ecosystem! Surely its eating habits impact local herbivore populations, and available food for other predators. Where does it make its nest, as that has to be a ripe place for scavengers and parasites! And don't get me started on the possibilities that come from that beast's dung! A creature that big has to leave some sizable droppings, which no doubt is a nutritious feast for plants, fungi and coprophages! Why don't people write about that?! I swear, I have to do everything myself around here! Right, Staveothers! Get back on track, Chlora!

Since they live on a secret island guarded by vicious whales, I cannot find much more on this species. Dang it, I get writing another paragraph and now just realize I got nothing left! Hold on, there has to be something else to mention. Ah, the Staveothers have been mentioned of being an inspiration for the unicorn-like constructs that certain mages have built! You know those metallic horned horse things? Ones used by mages to hunt down witches and keep the peace? Yeah, folks say that their design was based on this species, though mages will say it is the other way around. Hard to really say who came up with it first, as it is a classic case of each side accusing the other of copying. I just hope that the Staveothers are a lot more calm and peaceful then those constructs. Those metal ponies sure get murderous when they catch a whiff of witch in the air. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian Great, now we are writing entries for animals you have never seen, heard or even know anything about. Wonderful, just wonderful. You're doing this to me on purpose, aren't you? - Eucella -

---------------------------------------------- “Staveother”

If narwhals get wand horns, then so should someone else! Spread the love!

#monster #creature #rhino #art #drawing

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Hmm here's an nsfw thought in mind: Stepdad!pronge spanking Justin for humping his leg while he's working. He spanks his hole because "That's what sluts deserve" before making him hold his cock in his mouth until he finishes his paper work.

😤😤😤😤😤😤😤 coming into my asks, making me horny on a Saturday night.

(I know that's an Andy gif, but that face screams mean business daddy pronge okay? okay.)

What's my name?

Warnings: implied future noncon, stepcest, spanking, degradation, daddy kink, lots of crying

"Nine!" Justin's little squeal filled the overcrowded, cluttered office.

He had been playing a dangerous game with his new stepfather. From the moment he got home from college, Justin flirted and pranced around the skimpiest clothes he owned. And when his mother left them home alone for a girls' night out, he took his shot.

And it didn't go exactly as he expected.

"You're a needy slut, you know that boy? You think I haven't seen your chubby little ass walking around his house?" Robert spat, "fucking attention whore."

He smacked Justin's puffy hole again, and a wet little whimpered ten following quickly behind it. His cock ached where it hung between Robert's spread thigh, but he just wanted to get away now, wanted to take back the days of flirting. This was too much. All he wanted to tease, to piss his mom off, maybe suck a nice dick. How had he misjudged his stepfather so much?

Robert gripped his hair and yanked his head back. He gasped, tears freely falling down his ruddy cheeks.

"Please," he mewled, muscles seizing up from the awkward position of his arch neck and back.

"Please," Robert mocked. "What's my name?"

"Rober-" his voice broke when his hole was slapped again.

"What's my name, slut?"

"I don-"

"Yes, you fucking do," Robert growled.

Before Justin could react he was shoved into the floor. His floppy, sweat drenched hair twisted and pulled at his scalp. His stepfather wrenched his pants open and pulled his dick free. Justin stared, his throat closing up at the size of it. Robert's cock was long and thick and fuck.

"What's my name?" Robert sneered, pumping his cock with his free hand.

Justin licked his wet lips, tasting the tears. He couldn't see the look on Robert's face, but he could feel it. The domination, the anger, the lust, it was rolling off of him and drowning Justin.

His lips quivered as he tried to form the word, the one Robert wanted to hear. He licked his tear soaked lips again.

"Daddy."

#sloth asks #nonnie #the train to hell just got a whole lot hotter #robert pronge #justin capshaw #justin capshaw x robert pronge #college!justin capshaw #tw stepcest #stepdad!robert pronge #tw noncon #dark fic

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vilsoo · 2 years

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prize counter girl ☆ three

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

genre. NSFW, 18+, modern au.

chapter warnings. none

pcg materlist • previous • chapter four

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"Aannd, here is the new and improved Pirate's Cove," bantered Michael as he gestured at the pirate-themed party room. "I was the one who did all the upgrades on Foxy in Parts and Services. He's my favorite out of the group."

He noticed the way your eyes suddenly lit up. "Your favorite is Foxy? So is mine!"

"Hell yeah!" Michael bubbled, delighted you share the same favorite animatronic. "He's been a fan favorite for years. You'll never see this room empty during the day."

You slant your head at him in amusement, which Michael caught as a cute gesture. "Well, aside the kids that still love to crowd around Pirate's Cove 'till this day, a lot more has changed since the last time I was here."

"How do you like it so far, then?"

You hummed. "The pizzeria's more lively and colorful than before. I'd say the improvement is really good!"

The brunette couldn't help but chuckle, gazing down at the checkered floor to hide his reddened cheeks and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You, uh— you said the last time you were here was when you were a kid, right?"

You nodded slightly, gazing right into Michael's face with a beam. His eyes meet with yours but instantly darted away. Maintaining eye contact with you was so difficult for the poor man. Not that it was his weakness (though it kind of was) or not that he falters at eye contact— but because every gesture you've made, every word you've said, and the small little things about you he noticed was just precious. He felt highly strung of nervousness and shame.

". . . so yeah, after spending my sixth birthday party here we didn't come back again."

Michael realized that he's been staring at you this whole time that even your words were blurred out. Everything that just came through one ear went straight out the other.

"I— I see," he says, clearing his throat. "At least you didn't have to come here every week your whole life. I basically grew up here, I guess."

"Oh yeah. Your father would bring you here for work, right? And now you're working for him," you say.

Michael rubbed his eyes and sighed. The sad thing is that his exhaustion wasn't even feigned just for the sake of sympathy. "Yeah. Life really sucked along the way. But I'm so glad I got out of that shitty nightguard shift and got to be with a sweet person like you instead."

Did I really just say that out loud?

Michael's entire body froze, his body heat growing hotter and hotter from the agitation rising again. It wasn't until he sees your face lighting up again at his honesty, a captivating, genuine smile across your face. A smile so captivating to him, penetrating his mind that it felt like time was slowing down for him. If he were to see a smile like that from such a complement, maybe he'll complement you more often.

"Aw. Michael," you gushed, softly scoffing. "You've been so kind and generous during our training. Thank you so much."

"Yeah. Yeah," he spoke nervously. His stomach couldn't stop twisting from the struggle of maintaining composure around you again.

Get your shit together.

Get your fucking shit together right now.

Ugh, I'm so fucked.

"So, uh— is this the end of the tour?" you suddenly ask, grasping Michael away from mentally scolding himself.

"I— I believe so. We'll head back to the lounge to discuss our tasks for tomorrow," he says, finally taking the chance to settle his gaze on your face while you look away.

Michael follows you to the staff lounge this time as he elaborates the objectives for the next day. But in the back of his mind, he had no idea what's to come while working with you. It made his stomach churn. Although developing feelings for you was Michael's main concern, he was also worried if your side-gig were to be exposed one day. The chances of this, however, were fairly low since you don't show your face. Only for the subscribers that pay monthly for your premium content.

But what if a young adult customer or one of the other employes were also a subscriber?

Stop fucking overthinking.

As time passed, Michael looked at the clock and realized training was about to end shortly. It sucked how during the past few hours he's been around you these sudden emotions have been distracting him. It didn't get in the way of your training, thank goodness, but it rather pervaded his inner judgements and his impressions of you.

He started feeling guilty.

Michael's guilt of knowing you're a camgirl resurfaced. Those stressful nights leading to him masturbating to your content, lusting over your body and voice, and having phone sex with you. How ironic that not one trace of guilt or shame came across him that time. But it wasn't until now, seeing you in person with your impressionable facade for the workplace, masking your hidden life behind closed doors.

You showed him the perfect qualities for working at the pizzeria. The efficient communication skills, your reliability, productivity, a desire for improvement, taking initiative— every work ethic that a great employee possesses. He's seen all of that from you during the five hours of training. Even your charisma with him would sometimes allay his agitation. And there was nothing harmful to him about you doing your job; except for the alleviation constantly fading out of him.

"Michael? What's wrong?"

He realized that he's been staring at you this whole time. Again.

His face flushed red, completely tongue-tied as your presence approached closer. "Uh, it— it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" you reassured. "If something's bothering you, you can tell me."

Michael held his breath from the soft gaze in your eyes, taking in him like he was traipsed in a spiderweb. He could stare at you all day. He could hear the sound of your nurturing voice all day. He could even lean in for a kiss right now. The both of you alone in this staff lounge was a perfect opportunity. But suddenly abashed by his own intrusive thoughts, he immediately glanced away.

"No. I mean— No! Nothing is bothering me," he chuckled nervously.

You mirrored his chuckle, concealing your skepticism. "It's okay. If you're not comfortable, you don't have to tell me. Just wanna know if you're okay."

Michael whirled around, refusing to face you again and searched for his phone on the sofa instead. "Well! It was great working with you today, Y/N. Training has officially ended and you're free to go," he says hastily like he was out of breath.

Feedback wasn't heard from you, which Michael assumed you already left the lounge and felt alleviated. But it wasn't until he felt a playful tap on his shoulder, averting his head to look behind.

"You looking for this?" You smirked slightly as you held his phone out in front of him.

Michael's body stiffened, reluctantly holding his hand out. "Y— yeah. Thank you..."

Drawing closer, his fingers accidentally glide across your knuckles while grabbing the phone. Your breathing suddenly halts from the sensation of his fingertips, so soft and gentle, a tantalizing caress that sent your body ablaze from discovering a forbidden desire. Michael can feel the infatuation spread in his limbs, timorous of what to do or what to say in this heated moment.

But for the first time his gaze finally settles into yours. Surrendering to the heat in your eyes, catching his own reflection. Peering down at you with his fingertips delicately brushing the joints of your hand. You had this flaunt in your eyes, sparingly hinting that same forbidden desire it only tantalized him more. How badly he wanted to glide further and grab your hand. How desperate he was to trace your skin. How rapacious he was to gently hold you right there and feel your body on his.

"I... just wanted to express more on how happy I am about your determination to work here with me," said Michael as he grips the phone. "I know we've evaluated on your performance a lot today. And you were amazing. But take it from me, really. You're, uh— you're literally the best person I've ever worked with."

Michael's compliment left you in astonishment. His sincerity was rooted from the heart of a man longing for someone to fill the empty void in his life. Although you've acknowledged that his job at the pizzeria has been dreadful for years, feigned pity or sympathy from you or anyone wasn't the way to mend him. It was the enthusiasm you brought to him as a coworker. The fun you brought out of him today. The motivation to continue working here for the sake of his father.

And to develop a healthy relationship with you.

"You didn't have a problem with my awkwardness, which I apologize about again, but instead you kept encouraging me. I really, really thank you for that, Y/N," Michael continued, exhaling deelply. "And I swear, I don't ever lie on shit like that."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "I know, I know, of course. With us helping each other out, I think tomorrow's shift will go smoothly."

"That's what I'd like to hear," mused Michael with a wide grin. "So, just keep in mind of our policies and I'll see you first thing tomorrow. It was nice to finally meet you and I hope you have a safe trip home."

Michael noticed your right arm extending outward, reaching around to give him a brief hug. "I will," you say, immediately raptured from taking in his enticing cologne. "And thank you so much for training with me today. Have a good night, Michael."

After that unexpected short hug you were already on your way. Michael wished for it to be longer, to really hold you in his arms as you melt in his chest. As much as he relied on the sweet and heated fantasies of you for awhile, he felt much more abashed about it than before.

Michael collapsed on the sofa and shut his eyes in dismay. Even in the dark he couldn't escape the stunning silhouette of you. He'd make out your face, let your voice reverberate in his head, and just run through every sweet interaction you had with him today.

She's so cute.

She has that same kinda sweet talk she has from her videos.

I love it when she sweet talks.

I can't believe we share the same favorite animatronic.

Ugh, I wish tomorrow would be here sooner.

Does she feel the same way? Or does she think I'm a weirdo for being so awkward around her?

But it wasn't until a few moments later after he turned his phone back on, a notification for a new text message vibrated on his thigh. Peering down at the screen, his heart slowly began to pound uncontrollably in his chest, thundering loudly in his ears as he read the text. The consternation for his scenario just couldn't get anymore unpredictable for the poor man.

109087 hey handsome ;) are you available tonight for a video call?

How amusing of you to go straight back into your side-gig with him when you haven't even left the pizzeria's parking lot yet.

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © . do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works outside tumblr. copying my layouts or themes will not be tolerated either.

#( ♥︎ ) — prize counter girl.#michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton x you #michael afton smut #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you

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pippytmi · 3 years

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Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

#took some liberties w/the meet messy hope thats ok!!!#supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #i went as vague as possible w/the hp setting :///#hope its not too glaringly obvious how little i know about hp #now to tackle the other 5 hp aus in my inbox....yall want to see me suffer so bad #(jk i love all the prompts in my inbox ur all too sweet)#🥺❤️

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 2 years

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i don’t think the group as a whole likes these as much as i do but i like them a lot so too bad

part two of “messages between my friends and i as incorrect stranger things quotes”

billy: if these kids don’t shut the fuck up i’m going to clip their vocal cords.

max: if you need help let me know!!

max: why do my messages always sound passive aggressive

billy: i’m not writing a page about which economic professor jerked off on a $100 bill to get into the US economic system

billy: honestly might just have to do coke and live on the streets

max: find used needles

will: me and my mom were in the car and it was so quiet i almost said “i think i’m gay” to start conversation

el: “we know will”

robin: here’s to tss

steve: TSS?

billy: this succulent sack?

robin: toxic shock syndrome

dustin: happened to my aunt

dustin: she was only 19

dustin: skinned like a deer

lucas: oh that too

dustin: braided her nervous system

joyce: why cheese mama?

billy: i was gonna call you biggie cheese but i felt like it was rude

joyce: why cheese?

will: home slice

billy: you can buy me for your mom, $30 a month with renewable subscriptions

billy: i just cried because of how much i miss san diego

heather: well i’ll be

steve: was he hot

steve: i mean obviously he was but was he hotter

steve: does he need a sex doll

steve: i can squeak

robin: an old man winked at me

nancy: ew

nancy: castrate him

robin: honestly i’ll just kick him out at this point

nancy: “you’re next” ☺️

max: the funeral was fun

max: not like because she died but like…seeing everyone and talking was fun

billy: we arrived

billy: i just got checked out by a guy built like the chief of police in paradise pd

nancy: he’s such a nose

steve: miss. popular

nancy: please it’ll be a cold day in hell

billy: you’re too cute to say you look like a stanley

max: OH GOD ITS STEVE

billy: NOT ITS NOT

billy: THAT THING ISN’T STEVE

billy: steve is too dainty

steve: i’m trying to take nice pictures of him…

billy: before and after sniffing some balls

billy: i have officially slapped my knee

max: NOT THE KNEE SLAP

billy: THREE TIMES

max: NO

billy: it’s THAT good

robin: jon uses he him pronouns

hopper: oh

hopper: is he gay

robin: and i think he’s pan

hopper: son of a bitch this is a train wreck

steve: am i the only one who still doesn’t understand time changes?

robin: i can accept it and half understand it but i cannot for the life of me explain it

steve: why is this hot…

robin: fucking god steve WHAT?

steve: i don’t know something about it…

robin: nothing about it

robin: you have a problem

steve: fuck me

billy: when and where

billy: that was outta pocket i apologize

#steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jim hopper #joyce byers #max mayfield #billy hargrove #eleven hopper #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #heather holloway #stranger things #harringrove #incorrect quote #el hopper

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ghostofstudentspast · 3 years

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Sunshine

This one was requested by my lovely mutual @wifi--witch who's been here since the start! Hopefully it's what you wanted (also it’s written in Neville’s perspective for a change which was fun!) - June x

When Neville bumps into the nicest girl he's ever had the pleasure of knowing, he's baffled to find out the truth about her house!

Word count: 1500 ish Warnings: None! It's a fluffy feel good fic x

Wandering through Diagon Alley the week before returning to Hogwarts was one of Neville's favourite things. Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley walked beside him pratteling on about anything and everything as the trio browsed for their school supplies and little treats. The summer sun was shining down on them and eerything felt right in Neville's world. Until... "Oof-" Neville felt all of the air being knocked out of his lungs as someone smacked into him.

In front of him stood the most beatiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. Your hair shone brightly under the sun and your eyes, which were wide with concern, he could have drowned in.

"Oh jeez, I am so sorry!" the girl in front of him looked up with concern, "I was just completely in my own world," you crouched down to pick up the bag Neville had dropped in shock.

"N-no, I-that's okay, I wasn't paying attention either," Neville managed to get out as you handed him the bag, hands briefly grazing against each other.

"Call it even then?" Her eyes sparkled with mirth as you held out her hand for him to shake, "I'm Y/N, by the way!"

"Neville,” he took your soft hand in his own and the smile that broke out on your face was mesmirizing.

She smiles like sunshine, he thought.

“It was really nice to meet you Neville but I am already so late and I’d rather not be chewed out by my mother so I have to run!” you grinned up at him, “see you around Hogwarts?” you questioned

“Y-yeah, see you,” he trailed off as you bounded past him, hair flying behind you as you narrowly dodged a few more strangers.

He quickly rushed to catch up with his friends again who had stopped a few meters down the cobblestone street. Ginny was feigning interest in the book store they’d stopped in front of while Luna stared blatently at her friend.

“She was pretty,” Luna observed serenely.

“Yeah, I suppose she was,” Nevilles ears burned and he feared he may be as red as Ginny’s hair. The redhead in question was pressing her lips together to control the laughter he knew would soon come spilling out.

“I think you would make very attractive babies,” Luna said very seriously. Ginny lost it at this and Nevilles face only felt hotter.

“She’s not a Gryffindor is she?” He voiced after his friends had calmed down and started walking again.

“Nah, would’ve recognized her!” Ginny shook her head.

“She’s not in Ravenclaw either,” Luna chimed in as she strolled past a pet store and admired the lizards. “Lot of Nargles following her,” Luna shook her head sadly as if that explained everything. _______________________________

The first few weeks back at school went off without a hitch. No drama, no teachers yelling at him (yet) and best of all double block Herbology.Yet even surrounded by his friends, Neville found himself craning his head at mealtimes looking for a Y/H/C head of hair and that bright smile that haunted his dreams.

So when you strode into his Herbology class a week late, sporting an apologetic look he was all the more intruiged. You stopped at Professor Sprout to have an animated conversation and she offered a sympathetic smile.

“Who shows up a week late to Hogwarts,” Hermione sniffed from beside him where they were working at the same station.

“Y/L/N that’s who,” Lavender Brown hissed across the table shaking her head, “Her parents have donated as much money to this place as the Malfoys, maybe even more.”

Hermione huffed at this and returned to work but Neville’s eyes were glued to the back of your head. When you spun around to stride towards the empty spot across the room his eyes caught the glint of a silver and green tie perfectly knotted on your chest.

“She’s in Slytherin?” He voiced out loud to no one in particular as the Slytherin in question waltzed over to Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson with a wide grin, embracing them both.

“Duh,” Lavender rolled her eyes with a snort of laughter. As if he was meant to have known.

Neville must have been burning a hole in your head because your gaze snapped up to meet his, his ears turning red once again. Your lips spread into a wide smile as you offered him an excited little wave. Daphne whispered something in your ear at this and you smacked her on the arm good naturedly in response, attention diverted from him once more.

There was just no way that you could be THAT nice and in Slytherin of all houses.

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No matter what he did, the rest of the day you occupied Neville’s mind. Your beautiful smile and that stupid green tie. He knew he should just shrug off this little crush he had on you and move on with his day becaue there was no way you would be into a Gryffindor right? Let alone Neville.

Taking up a table in the back of the library he got to work on some of his more recent homework. Saving Herbology for last, he knew everything else would be abandonded once he got to the project Professor Sprout had assigned.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over the castle for you,” a voice interrupted his train of thought, “Let me tell you, it is not easy to find one boy in this place. So many hiding places and you were in the library the whole time,” you rambled on as Neville stared at you with wide eyes.

“Me? You were looking for me?” His eyebrows were probably in his hairline by now.

“Yeah! Professor Sprout told me I should ask you to catch me up on the week of work I missed,” you smiled and sat down across the table from him. He felt a sneaking sense of dissapointment, of course it was about school. “She says you’re the most gifted herbologist in the year!”

Neville felt the urge to shrink back at the compliment and pulled out his Herbology notes silently to have something to do. He slid them across the table towards you with a small awkward smile.

“Oh, thank you, but I was actually hoping you could talk me through everything,” You slid the parchment back to him, “I wouldn’t want to just copy your notes, that feels wrong.”

“Oh,” Neville cleared his throat and tried to find words. Any words. “Well-um, yeah, I can do that,” He pulled his notes toward himself and looked over the topics quickly. “We started with the properties of Aconite and how it relates to the wolfsbane potion, since we’ll be covering that in Potions this term...”

Once Neville was on a roll about Herbology it was hard to slow him down. He kept rattling off facts he found interesting and pertinent to the class and was only encouraged when you slid your chair closer to him to read along with his notes over his shoulder.

“And then this week, I’m sure you already know, We’re covering Venomous Tentacula’s which means it’s going to be one hell of a double block,” he chuckled to himself and turned to look at you, only to find you already staring at him with interest. He had to swallow the lump in his throat as his cheeks flushed. You were closer than he’d thought.

“Sprout wasn’t kidding! You’re like some sort of Herbology prodigy,” You grinned and Neville’s blush only darkened at the compliment. “No chance you’d wanna be my partner for the upcoming project would you?” You almost seemed shy asking.

“Oh, um...yeah, I could, I mean yeah that’d be nice,” Neville managed to stutter out.

“Oh good,” you sighed in relief and relaxed against your chair, “I mean I really need all the help I can get in this class.” You let out a light laugh.

And there was that sinking dissapointment again. He had to remind himself you were here for help, not because you liked him.

“Plus, I mean, you seem really sweet,” You smiled over to him hesitantly, “I think I could really like you.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked away quickly, a blush of your own creeping onto your face.

“Y-you’re really sweet too,” Neville said finally, finding his voice again, “um the Hogsmeade weekend in a few weeks..would you want to go? With me I mean...as a date?” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He was almost regretting the word vomit when you turned your brillaint smile to him. He relaxed immediately and couldn’t help smile back at you.

“I would love to,” you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, “Thank you for asking,” You smiled and sat back in your seat. “Oh shoot I have to go!” You sprang up.

“See you tomorrow?” Neville asked hesitantly.

You nodded quickly, “Meet me here after lunch,” You smiled and turned to leave “See you tomorrow Neville!” You called over your shoulder as Madamme Pinch shushed you on your way out.

A date. Nevilled grinned and leaned back in his chair. He’d asked you on a date and you’d said yes. The girl who smiled like sunshine.

#Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #HP #hogwarts #hogwarts au #neville x y/n

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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Hey!! Could i request a full fic with toby and a fem s/o who has a breakdown and admits they have a gaslighting mom and dad and didnt want to tell anyone bc of the trauma and pressure to not say anything, i guess just lots of fluff, comfort, and a pissed toby, if its too specific or triggering pls ignore! Thank you! ❤️❤️

Just Outside of His Wrath

[Ticci Toby X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, language]

[AN: Hi love bug, I know you've been waiting for this one for a while, and honestly I don't have the mental energy to write a whole 2.5K - 5K words for this. With everything going on in my life, I felt it better to push this out rather than make you wait any longer. I ended up just making a super short scenario that got right to the point. I hope that suffices. If not, feel free to blow up my inbox - it's deserved.]

Cold, you feel cold. It burns like the ice of the arctic, searing through your soul as you come to terms that what happened to you when you were younger wasn’t normal. That what happened to you when you were younger wasn’t okay.

It took him ages to finally get you to say it. Toby’s patience was unwavering, that much was certain, but even then it wore thin with how long he had to watch you suffer in silence. Small apologies, flinches, micro-movements that told him something had happened, hell, the constant questioning of whether what you said was true or not… It drove him up a wall because he knew you were hesitating and hurting and there was nothing he could do to help you until you opened up.

And when you finally did open up and tell him the nitty gritty of everything your parents had done to you, the emotional manipulation, the gas lighting, every little thing they’d ever made you feel in the form of trauma to be carried for years to come? Toby’s wrath was burning hotter than the sun, a star on the verse of death ready to create a supernova.

“They made me question every little thing,” you whispered as you lay sobbing in his arms one late night while in the backseat of a stolen car. “They made me feel like I was insane for even speaking.”

Toby’s brows furrowed as he brushed his fingers lovingly over your back in an attempt to soothe you as he briefly toyed with the ends of your lovely strands. “I’m s-s-so sorry,” he murmured as he pressed kisses to the top of your head.

You recoiled back into yourself, crystalline tears cascading down your cheeks. “I should have known,” you weep. “It was my fault for being so fucking ignorant and-”

Toby clenched his hold around you, his eyes sparking with fire. “Don’t you e-e-ever say that,” he hisses, derailing your train of thought instantly. “D-Don’t you ever, e-ever say that,” he repeated.

“Why?” You said through your tears, voice weak and frail. “It was all my fault for not noticing or speaking up-”

Toby growled under his breath, moving you from his chest. His eyes bored into you, dark and commanding as his hand reached up to hold your chin. “Look a-a-at me.”

You’ve never seen him so upset.

“What h-happened then w-w-was never your fault. Y-You were under t-t-the care of p-people you were s-supposed to trust t-them, and they b-b-betrayed you.” He wiped away the tears from your cheeks lovingly with his thumb before pressing his lips to the corners of your eyes. “N-Nothing was e-ever your f-fault.”

You looked up at him, glossy eyed and hazy. “But I-”

“B-But nothing,” he hushed you. “L-Let me t-t-take this f-from your s-shoulders, okay?” He murmured quietly, kisses planting on your face before pulling gently from the tip of your nose.

You took in a deep, shaky breath, briefly catching the storm in his eyes and nod.

#ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby scenario #ticci toby x y/n #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta scenario #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby headcanon

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perlukafarinn · 3 years

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for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend angels can’t heal monsters.

Their luck had been bound to run out sooner or later.

Dean had known this, had felt it with every beat of his heart since he first arrived in purgatory, and somehow it still caught him off guard when it finally happened.

They’d been cornered by a pack of monsters he couldn’t even identify, things that looked human and moved like a nightmare, their monsterhood betrayed by a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.

Already at the start of the fight, Dean found himself cornered alone, and with a quick glance around saw Cas and Benny had similarly been sectioned off. The monsters outnumbered them almost two-to-one and Dean barely had the time to raise his knife before one of the ugly fuckers was on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

Whatever those things were, they’d been smart enough to ambush and divide, but Dean’s humanity was working in his favor for once. The monster on top of him was chomping eagerly for a bite of flesh, eyes glazed over and mindless with hunger. It didn’t even seem to notice that Dean’s blade was now digging into its throat, as it inched itself closer to its own demise.

Dean clenched his fingers around the handle of his knife but before he could strike the killing blow, a terrible scream pierced through the air.

“Benny!” Cas called and Dean looked up, heart pounding in terror, catching the sight of Benny sinking to the ground just in time before three monsters were on him.

Dean jolted as he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder - the fucker on top of him had bitten him, teeth just barely piercing through Dean’s leather jacket to graze the vulnerable flesh underneath.

Fueled by fear and pain, Dean grasped his blade tightly and drove it into the neck of the monster. It froze, staring down at Dean in confusion, its blood dripping dark and viscous down Dean’s hands and staining his skin.

“That’s my favorite jacket, you asshole.”

With another surge of strength, Dean pushed himself off the ground, rolling them around and straddling the monster, driving his knife in deeper until he’d separated the head from the body.

No time to waste, he got up on his feet and ran towards Benny. Cas was already there, grabbing one of the monsters by the head and lighting it up from the inside out. Dean got to them just in time to deal a killing blow to the last of them, decapitating it smoothly as it raised its head towards him.

And there was Benny, lying in the pile of corpses. He was soaked with blood and what little of his skin shone through was deadly pale. His arms looked torn to shreds but his right leg seemed to have taken the worst of it, looking utterly mangled from the knee up.

“Fuck,” Dean muttered. He knelt, reaching for Benny with trembling hands as if he could stem the flow of his blood with them, somehow. “It’s - it’s okay. Cas can heal you, it’ll be okay.”

“Dean,” Cas said. “I can’t.”

Dean turned around, sure he’d misheard. Cas looked down at him, genuine regret in his eyes.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?”

“Benny’s a vampire,” he reminded Dean gently. “I can’t heal monsters.”

“Brother.” Benny’s voice was quiet and raspy. It sounded like it took all his energy just to speak. “It’s fine. We always knew it might end like this. You gotta leave me, I won’t -” he coughed, droplets of blood landing on his lips. “- I won’t be able to heal quick enough. I’m a liability.”

“Like hell,” Dean muttered. He looked around desperately, as if the solution might present itself. He shifted on his knees, pain flaring in his shoulder as he moved.

Dean stilled.

He knew what he had to do.

“Cas can’t heal you,” he said slowly. “But I can.”

Benny squinted up at him. “What?”

“Dean...” Cas said, clearly understanding Dean’s train of thought. “He would need to take a lot. Too much.”

“And then you heal me,” Dean said, pointing between the three of them. “That should work, right?”

Cas didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

“Help me get him upright,” Dean told him.

He wrapped his arm around Benny’s shoulders, moving carefully as Benny groaned in pain at the movement. In a moment, Cas was on his other side, helping Dean haul Benny into a sitting position, propping him against a nearby tree.

“Wha-” Benny blinked, squinting at Dean as he started removing his jacket. “What’re you doing?”

“Saving your sorry ass.”

Dean handed his jacket to Cas, then paused as he considered the best way to do this. His neck would be quickest, he knew, and they needed to get this over with as soon as possible.

Well. What happens in purgatory...

Before he could think too hard on what he was about to do, Dean climbed onto Benny’s lap, straddling him in order to keep most of his body weight off of him. As if on autopilot, Benny raised one hand to grasp Dean’s waist, supporting him.

“Come on, buddy,” Dean said, cupping the back of Benny’s head and bringing him in close. “Drink up.”

Benny’s hand tightened its grip on his waist and there was the flicker of hot, wet tongue against Dean’s skin. That was all the warning he got before Benny sank his teeth in, ferocious and hungry, and began to draw deep sips of blood.

The pain of it was blinding for a moment, sharp and intense, but it didn’t last long. What was left was a strange sensation, a pull and a tug, and Dean’s head swam with the realization that he was feeling the blood being sucked from his body.

Benny’s tongue was still pressed against his skin. He shifted, growing strong enough to move as he drew more of Dean’s blood, and his arm wrapped tighter around Dean’s body, hand moving from his waist to his lower back.

With one hungry, insistent pull, Dean felt his knees give way but Benny just tugged him even closer, wrapping his free hand around the back of Dean’s neck, holding him still as he drank.

Dean swallowed. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from losing so much blood but it wasn’t for his body to grow hotter, for his stomach to tighten in excitement, for the sounds forcing their way past his lips, small pants that sounded almost like groans.

And it sure as hell wasn’t for his dick to get hard.

Maybe he’d been in purgatory for too long. Maybe it was just that it had been a while since he’d last had another body pressed against his like this. Maybe it was Benny’s hands on his body, so strong and assured, or the burning touch of his mouth on Dean’s skin.

Maybe it was the fact that Benny was getting hard too, erection pressing insistently against Dean’s ass through two layers of denim.

“That’s enough.”

Dean startled. He’d forgotten that Cas was there, watching them.

Oh, shit. Cas was there and Dean was sitting in a vampire’s lap, dick hard enough to pound nails, with no way of getting out of the situation without showing his ass.

Well. Metaphorically speaking.

Benny pulled away, the release of his fangs sending another sharp stab of pain down Dean’s spine. He leaned against the tree, licking the blood from his lips and looking way too smug for his own good.

“You okay there, cher?”

Dean shifted uncomfortably and oh, wrong move, because now his hard dick was pressing against Benny’s stomach. There was no way Benny couldn’t feel it but he just grinned, eyeing Dean with a lazy sort of curiosity.

“I’m fine,” Dean said, voice coming out weaker than intended. He was feeling a little light-headed, come to think of it.

Then, an arm was wrapping around his waist and yanking. Dean stumbled, trying to get his feet under him as he was hauled up but it didn’t seem to matter; Cas was handling all of his body weight just fine.

Dean peaked over his shoulder. Cas was glowering at Benny, arm tightening almost imperceptibly around Dean when Benny just winked in response.

“Cas?” Dean asked.

At the sound of his voice, Cas finally looked his way. His eyes were almost impossibly intense so close up, threatening to swallow Dean whole.

Rather than say anything, Cas raised his hand, cupping Dean’s neck gently and for one crazy moment, Dean was sure he was gonna pull him in for a kiss. Instead, warmth started streaming from Cas’ palm.

Dean closed his eyes and couldn’t help the groan of relief as he felt his body heal, the wound on his neck knitting itself back together and fresh blood rushing through his veins.

The warmth slowly receded but Cas didn’t move his hand. Dean opened his eyes and Cas was still staring at him, that dark, inscrutable look.

“Should I leave you two alone?” Benny asked.

Cas huffed and then he was pushing Dean to his feet, letting go off him so quickly he almost stumbled right back down his knees. He caught himself at the last moment, watching Cas’ retreating back as he stalked towards the trail ahead.

Benny whistled. “Touchy.”

Dean rolled his eyes but offered Benny his hand, helping him back on his feet. Before he could let go, Benny grabbed his shoulder with his free hand.

“I just wanted-” Benny swallowed. “Thank you. I don’t think anyone else would’ve...”

Dean averted his eyes, uncomfortable at the naked display of gratitude, and gave Benny a curt nod.

“Don’t mention it, man.”

#deanbenny #deancas #destiel #spn fanfic #blood drinking cw #team purgatory #purgatory #violence cw #perlukafarinn writes #this took foreveeeer #might write another version later #where things end a little differently #but this was where the fic took me #probably would've finished it a little sooner if not for #*points at everything that happened in the last 16h*

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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Maneater

Summary: Nathan Summers has come to realize there was more to you than just the Assistant Teacher in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Warning: Profanities. Suggestive Contents. Not Beta’d. [if I miss any warning please let me know] Characters: Unnamed Female Character x Nathan “Cable” Summers Words:1,761 A/N: Another one. Lol

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For the life of Nathan Summers, the craziness that had come in his arrival to the past, the only sane thing he could look forward to was you. Y/N Y/L/N. An assistant teacher to one Piotr Rasputin, and an overall well loved individual in the X-Mansion.

You were the first one to not bat an eyelash at his arrival all those months ago. Unlike most of the people that grew hostility to the band of misfits Wade had pulled into the mansion, you had been more welcoming and accommodating. You had treated every single one of them as normal people instead of the mutants everyone in the world has deemed them to be. For a moment, Nathan had thought you weren't a mutant, but training had proven otherwise. An empath that could manipulate anyone's emotion if you so much please. A great power and perfectly fitting from someone like you.

Unlike most of the people in the Mansion that give no shit to one Wade Wilson and his eccentricities, you tried your best to understand the man while also making sure he was never out of the line. You were often called the female version of one Colossus, just more hotter and less annoying--Wade's words, not his.

But then, this quite image he had believe he had seen of you was growing to be different when he finds out about your nightly escapades. Anything that did not involve a mission or your class, you prefer if no one bothered you when the clock struck six. You'd be out of the door and into your waiting car, only to returning by three or four in the morning for classes that morning.

No one really knows where you go, not even the nosy Wade Wilson had any idea of your nightly whereabouts. So imagine Nathan's surprise when he had to meet up with his new arms dealer at a shady strip club an hours drive from the mansion and there you were, in all your naked glory.

Supple skin contrasted greatly to the pole you were leaning on. Money had been flying nonstop in your direction, no wonder you always spared Wade cash like it was nothing if he asked. You got a whole different life that no one knows about.

"Interested in Bonnie over there?" His arms dealer broke Nathan from his shocked trance. If the seedy little bitch didn't have the best arsenal he would have punched him right in the face. "Put her in a VIP room with you and everything in your possession is gone. That's how good she is."

Just the idea of having you lap dancing on some stranger had his blood boiling. He couldn't imagine you that way. to have some dirty hands holding onto you. You, the innocent little woman that he had tried not to think about so much since his arrival to the mansion--but just can't seem to shake out of his mind.

"I'll test my luck."

And he did, one request from the waitress and a heft amount of money that was supposed to be for one of the guns, he was escorted to the VIP room, asked to patiently wait as Bonnie was finishing up her set on the stage. It had given him enough time to question himself why he was doing this? You had your secrets as much as he had his own, secrets he wasn't even prepared to acknowledge.

But it was you, one of the only person in the past that he can't seem to get out of his head.

It didn't take long for the door to open and the woman that had constantly gave him the beaming smile every morning now come face to face with him. To say shock was an understatement as he looked at you. A mix of different emotions now swam your features, watching you and you thinking this was a sick joke by another mutant on her.

"Nathan."

"Cable would do here, Bonnie." he points out.

His eyes fell towards your barely there clothing. A thong and a top that barely hid the swell of your breast. In one swift motion, he had peeled off his jacket to cover you. The jacket had completely swallowed you and it was enough for him to not be distracted.

"So this is were you go every night?" he inquired eyes wandering around the claustrophobic room.

The walls were of a dark shade, with neon lights as one of the only thing giving the room light. There was this hedonistic glow in you that he had never seen before. Maybe it was the way he had always sees you now, a complete opposite on how he had always viewed you. An innocent woman in a world that was too fucked up for someone like you--then here you were, part of the fucked upness of this world.

"You wasted God knows how much just to ask me that?"

He did. He genuinely wasted a lot of amount of money for you, but then again, it was you so it wasn't much of a problem to him.

"I want to know why you're doing this? You're already working as a teacher at the Institute, why do you need to be here? You make enough money as it is back there?"

You scoffed, pulling the jacket tighter around you. Only then did Nathan notice the way you took a deep breath, and the warmth of the room was more of your own powers seeping through. Arousal? He shook his head, hoping to keep his head at bay of all the dark thoughts swimming him.

"It's not about the money?" you muttered, now sitting besides him on the leather couch. "Sure I do get money from those seedy criminals, but this is the easiest way of getting intel for missions." she shrugged.

"So Wade knows about this?"

"God no, The Professor and Piotr know. Piotr was the one that found me in this hellhole. Saved me from it, this is just until I'm certain that there are no more mutants like me are in places like this."

Now it becomes clearer to him why you were like this, why you understood their cause more than the rest of the X-Men. But it didn't stop the worry from sipping through his core. What if you get into involved with men that weren't immune to your powers. Where would that leave you?

"You don't need to worry about me, Nate." The name still surprised him. But other than that, you now on his lap surprised him even more. "So how much did you spend on me?" you inquired, ass now dangerously close to his crotch.

"Enough." he muttered hands now falling to your jacket covered waist. The smell of the intoxicating perfume and your own pheromone seeping through your skin consuming him. A heady combination that was far too dangerous if used at the wrong people.

"You're gonna tell everyone about my secret?" you inquired leaning closer to him. The swells of your breast now touching his own solid ones.

"You want them to know?" he retorts.

"No." you shook your head, meeting his eyes. Huh, behind this facade you show to Nathan, the person he was more than well acquainted with was breaking through. But the softness on top of him was making it hard for him to really think clearly.

"I don't know, Red Dildo would love the pole dancing lessons." he tried his best to crack a joke but the stern look on your face made it evident that this isn't a laughing matter to you. "Fucking hell, that's your secret to tell. Why the fuck would I bring it up, to the X-Men of all people."

Before he could convince you even more, having you lean even closer to him, breath fanning his cheeks, he was left tongue-tied. There was this line that the two of you were breaking and it scared him more than anything what it would mean once they step out of it.

"I trust you, Cable." you whispered before your lips finally met his own.

The taste of cherry intoxicated him. He consumed you, consumed you in the same way that you were beginning to consume him. Mind, body, and soul. Hands resting on his shoulders and his own in a deathly grip on your hips, pulling you closer. Creating as much friction on his crotch in the process.

"What are you doing to me, Nathan Summers?" Your breathless words brought him back to reality. Your hands rubbing against his chest and he was more than certain you could feel the frantic heartbeats.

"I could ask you the same thing, Y/N Y/L/N." he smirked looking up at you,

With your bottom lip now between your teeth, it took every ounce of control Nathan had to stop himself from taking you here and ignoring the possibility that anyone else could walk in on them.

"You want them to know?" you inquired between the two of you. A smile now breaking on your face, brightening the dark room.

"No." he shook his head, whatever this was, they needed to keep this a secret, God knows the handful of innuendos and crude remarks Wade would be ready to fire if he finds out about this.

"I don't know, you're a good kisser. Wade might need a few pointers from you." you teased, finger touching his lips. Feeling playful, biting one finger and immediately earning himself a light slap on the chest.

"He can kiss my ass for all I care." he muttered kissing you quickly before pulling away. "I gotta head back out, still got a few guns I need to check." he muttered already annoyed at the possibility of leaving this little piece of heaven in favor of a slimy bastard he has to do business deals with.

"Let me deal with him." You volunteered, slipping off the jacket he placed on you. "How many guns did you want?"

"A couple more but his markup price is horrible." he sneered.

The smirk on your face as the façade was back brought a sudden warmth into his groin and the ideas that run his mind worried him.

"I'll make sure you get all the big guns." you promised, pulling him back into a quick kiss before leaving him in the room to think of what just happened.

Well, whatever it was, he knew it will be a fun ride. Good to see someone dancing on the pole better than Wade for once too.

#nathan summers x reader #nathan summers imagines #cable imagines #nathan summers x y/n #nathan summers one-shots #nathan summers one shot #cable one shot #cable one-shot #nathan summers one-shot #nathan summers imagine #cable imagine

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sharkboygirlish · 3 years

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Nightmares.

ONE-SHOT(Maybe)

Word Count: 1414

Disclaimer: One Piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warnings: None.

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: I was thinking about how luffy absolutely for sure has ptsd from his insane childhood & how he probably deals with nightmares from time to time bc of it. i like to hc that he goes to cuddle with various crew mates when he’s having a really hard night; and that he started doing it bc of the very first night he and zoro spent in the boat together so I wrote about it, lol.

this is mostly from zoro’s pov & honestly now that I’m writing this post I might make this a series alternating between luffy’s pov and the rest of the straw hats when he comes to them for comfort bc I love writing cuddle fics. we’ll seeeeee.

Summary: Zoro’s not used to comforting people, but for his captain? He could learn to be.

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Lost somewhere in a foggy dream land, Zoro woke when he was startled by what sounded like soft cries drifting into his left ear. ‘What the hell?’

Cracking one groggy eye open, the swordsman turned his head in Luffy’s direction to find him thrashing side to side with his arms thrown over his face like he was defending himself.

Were they under attack? He sat up to get a better look but he didn’t see anyone else in their boat. ‘So Luffy… Was still asleep? Should he try to wake him up?’

“Oi, Luffy! Wake up, you’re just dreaming.”

He must not have spoken loud enough because Luffy didn’t react. Instead, he started twisting even more violently to the point that the boat rocked with him. It sounded like he was mumbling the phrase, “I won’t tell you,” over and over again but Zoro hadn’t the faintest clue why.

“Luffy! Wake UP!” Zoro tried again, this time louder, and when that didn’t work he swore. ‘The hell else was he supposed to do?!’ He had to put a stop to this before Luffy capsized the both of them.

Without many other ideas, or options really, he decided to plant one of his knees on either side of Luffy’s thighs, trapping them. Then he reached down and grabbed one of the rubber boy’s wrists in each of his hands, pinning them to his chest and pressing his whole torso against the bottom of the boat.

“Snap out of it Luffy, you’re havin’ a nightmare!” To his great relief, Luffy’s eyes finally fluttered open but his pupils were like pinpricks, his breathing erratic, head whipping around like he wasn’t sure where he was.

When his eyes landed back on his first mate, Zoro noticed how his pupils dilated back to their normal size. “Zoro..?” He managed to slow his breathing as he looked up at him, slightly confused but considerably less scared. It was almost like recognizing Zoro’s face had been what calmed him down.

The pirate hunter heaved a quiet sigh, releasing Luffy’s wrists and sitting back on his heels a little, regarding the boy lying beneath him with something in his expression akin to sympathy. “Does that happen a lot?”

Luffy was quiet for a while, gaze sweeping off to the side like he was remembering something he didn’t want to. Stuck to his eyes were a layer of tears that made them sparkle like the stars above their heads. His voice was quiet when he finally did answer. “Sorta.”

That was troubling for more than one reason. Zoro furrowed his brows, concerned, arms moving to cross over his chest before he realized that he was still straddling the captain’s thighs. ‘Shit, fuck, whoops.’

Blood threatened to burn his cheeks as he quickly moved off to kneel next to him instead. This time he knotted his arms together because he was self-conscious.

Luffy didn’t seem to think anything of it as he sat up and hugged his shins to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He looked so… Tired, and small.

A stark contrast from the fearless captain that had leapt in front of a flurry of bullets to save him from execution without thinking once. It hurt his heart to see Luffy like this. ‘But what could he possibly do to help?’

“Is there… Anything that’ll make them stop?”

“Well…” Luffy knit his brows together as he thought for a moment, looking in Zoro’s direction. “It never happens when I sleep with someone.”

Zoro stared back at him with slightly narrowed eyes for several seconds.

‘He couldn’t possibly be talking about sex, right? There was no way. Did -- Luffy even know what sex was? Never mind - he must have meant literally sleeping next to somebody else.’

“What, so like… Cuddling?”

“I guess, yeah.”

He was blinking so innocently over at Zoro that the swordsman felt his heart wrench like he’d been stabbed. “…Why cuddling?”

“Dunno. Just makes me feel more safe.”

There was no reason that he couldn’t do that for his captain. None that weren’t rooted in machismo ideals about when/how it was appropriate to comfort or be affectionate with other men, at least.

“I…” He began and then hesitated, glancing anywhere but directly at Luffy. ‘Why was his pulse spiking like this? What the hell was he so nervous about? Knock it off, idiot.’

Zoro bit the inside of his cheek to punish himself for being so out of control of his own body. Hard as he tried he just couldn’t keep his face from turning red as he spoke. “I’ll sleep with you, Luffy. If it’ll make you feel better.”

If he noticed him blushing his captain didn’t comment, but he did lift his head into a slight tilt. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, you know.”

“Of course I know that, dumbass,” Zoro dragged a hand through his hair, his face burning even hotter than he thought it could. He started to chastise himself for being so stupid and embarrassing but then Luffy smiled at him.

Not the wide grin he tended to give out during the day, though. This one was smaller, less in his mouth and more in his eyes. Zoro calmed almost instantly, the tension leaving his shoulders and untying his knotted stomach. ‘Why did Luffy’s smile make him feel so light and sunny every single time?’

“Okay,” he seemed relieved, like the offer had been exactly what he needed, “Thanks Zoro.”

Zoro heaved a heavy sigh when he was sure that most of the blood had drained from his cheeks, looking back at his captain with feigned irritation. “Shut your mouth.”

Luffy giggled, beaming with both eyes scrunched up as Zoro stretched out beside him, placing both hands behind his head. Then he moved to join his first mate, draping an arm across his torso and tangling one of his legs with his. His head settled onto Zoro’s chest, cheek pressed right over the space where his heart pounded quicker than its owner would like to admit.

“Night Zoro.” Luffy mumbled fondly, eyelids slipping closed as he nuzzled his forehead against one of Zoro’s collarbones.

‘Damnit. He was too goddamn cute for his own good.’ Zoro bit the inside of his cheek again, gazing silently up at the dark clouds shifting above his head and wondering why on earth he’d just referred to Luffy as cute. That wasn’t a word men were supposed to use to describe each other...

But for fuck’s sake, he was cute. He was fucking adorable. He was like a little kid that needed Zoro to protect him -- and he could do that. He would do that. He would do anything if it meant keeping Luffy safe.

“Yeah,” Zoro murmured after a while, folding one of his arms securely around Luffy’s waist and pulling him in till the top of his head was nestled under his chin, “Night, captain.”

Luffy hummed back softly. A few minutes later he was snoring peacefully while the swordsman’s eyes remained trained on the rapidly thinning clouds.

Somehow in the span of just a day this.. kid had become the most important person in his life and Zoro refused to let death take him like it had taken Kuina. He hadn’t been there to catch her when she fell -- but he would be there for his captain. He vowed to himself and the stars winking down at him that he would always protect Luffy.

If he fell Zoro would catch him. If he was thrown into the sea, Zoro would dive after him without even thinking once. If he was captured Zoro would break him free or he would die trying.

He felt Luffy shifting against his side and at first Zoro thought he might be having another nightmare -- but then he just snuggled closer and buried his face in his neck. ‘So fucking precious.’ A small smile pulled at his mouth that he didn’t fight off.

Holding Luffy felt nice. No, it felt really nice. It gave him a sense of purpose and made him feel needed, wanted. The only other time he felt something remotely similar to this was when he got his hands on expensive sake -- but this feeling was so much better. Maybe... It was okay to relish in it for a while.

If only under the cover of night where it was just him, his captain, and the nearly endless sea.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #hurt/comfort #zolu #platonic love #zoro #luffy

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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An idea I had in mind: Robert kidnapping then forcing Justin and his step sister to perform lewd acts for the sake of their survival. He aims a gun at Justin’s head while is other hand aims his leaking cock toward’s his step sister’s pussy. Or Robert duck taping the two to a chair with the reader sitting right on Justin’s cock. She can’t lift herself off and there’s a vibrator inside Justin’s ass. The reader has one taped to her clit. There’s a chain that connects their nipples (because they’ve been so inseparable, he just wanted to make it literally). Robert fucks the reader’s ass while shes still trapped on her step brother’s cock.

I just 🥵 I just 🤤 I just 😩

NONNIE

The nipple chains really sold this for me not gonna lie 🤭🤭🤭

#sloth asks #nonnie #justin capshaw x robert pronge #the train to hell just got a whole lot hotter #stepsister!reader #stepcest #tw stepcest #dark fic #dark content #tw non con #non con

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maeve-writes · 3 years

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Beautiful Hell

Inspired by: Beautiful Hell by ADNA

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (tfatws) x Reader (experiment/mutant!Reader) Rating: 18+, Minors DNI Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk. Summary: Your past shows up in an unexpected way thanks to Bucky Barnes. You just wanted to be... normal, not caught up in the life of a hero or worse, and yet you’re drawn to him, addicted to him even. You thought that part of your life was over, but your relationship opens up a whole new chapter that you’re not sure you’re ready for. a/n: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own and please forgive me. I have not written anything that wasn’t work related in about three years, so I’m a little rusty. This is just a dip of my toe back into the water. I’d like to continue this if there is any interest! Thanks for reading!

There’s very little that makes you upset these days. You have a great job, a cozy apartment, and wonderful friends. It’s taken a long time for you to find stability and even longer for you to accept that it was okay to have it. Most of that struggle was on your own, but you eventually found others like you that were dealing with the same inner turmoil and you’ve grown.

The group still meets twice a month, but now you run it. You see the same pain and anger in the eyes of strangers that you once held, you’ve been in their shoes and you want to help start their journey of healing and self discovery. You would never turn someone away who wanted help, who sought out the chance to better themselves, but six feet of muscle and adamantium shuffles into the recreation room of the local Boy’s and Girl’s Club, and you bend the already folded aluminum chair in half.

The squeak of the metal catches his attention and his brow knits together. His eyes dance between your face, the chair, and back again. “Cheap material,” you say weakly with a lift of your shoulders. You watch as he puckers his lips in thought and his hands are shoved into his jacket.

One of your regulars, Sarah, takes the chair from you and tries to right it once more, but finds it more difficult than you played it up to be. “Set up the rest, I’ve got this,” you tell her, happy to tear your attention away from the man. You reset the bars of the chair and unfold it, placing it on the floor to see if it will act as it should. It’s a little wonky, the bend leans it too far back, but it will hold you - it’s a chair.

You sit among the circle and begin. People sip their coffee and share their stories for the week. The new people introduce themselves, including him, but everyone already knows his name. He didn’t share this time, but you could tell he wanted to from the way his jaw clenched and the uncomfortable shifts in his sheet. You were like that once, you know just how he feels.

Two hours pass and the crowd slowly trickles out. You start the clean up, the putting away of the chairs. You move around the room and do your best to ignore his eyes burning into you - into your soul. “You could at least help clean,” you tell him without looking up from the sink against the far wall where you now stand. “Chairs still need to be put away.”

It takes a few beats, but you hear his heavy footsteps fall behind you and the eventual scrap of metal as the chairs are being folded. There’s a steady rhythm to his method, a clink of his metal arm against the chair, the screech as the chair is closed and his footfalls to the corner to put it away.

You finish your last coffee pot, drying your hands and turn to see the wonky chair in his hold. “Cheap material,” he repeats, looking down at it before he bends it back and forth. You see him trying to mold it back into better shape than you had earlier as your face grows hotter by the second. When he deems it “good enough,” he brings it over to join the others. “Who are you?”

“No one,” you reply instantly.

His head snaps around, blue eyes burning, “You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not true,” you counter, “I’ve lied to myself for years.”

He turns to you fully and crosses his arms over his broad chest. He doesn’t find your attempt at what he thinks is a joke funny. “Who are you,” he asks again, his voice becoming clipped and impatient.

You tell him your name, your full name but it does not ring any bells to him. It wouldn’t, not in a way he would realize. “You saved someone years ago, not as… you, but as,” you pause and wave the towel you used to dry your hands, “you know.” You try your best to ignore how his body tenses up and you continue, “You killed his wife and his unborn son. You changed him. Changed everything, really. Somehow, I got caught up in it all.”

His hardened stare quickly shifts into curiosity and you force yourself to look away before you crash into the stormy blue. “They pumped us full of all sorts of stuff. A lot of us didn’t make it. I can still hear the screams if I try.” You grind your teeth to make yourself stop falling into that abyss. “But my dad raised me by himself, he taught me how to survive, how to be strong. He always told me: Girl, if you’re gonna go down, go down swingin’. And I forced myself to keep going, no matter what they did, I wasn’t going to let those assholes get the best of me.”

The towel was back in both of your hands now, pulled and stretched as you tried not to think about the pain and the loneliness that followed. “But eventually I was freed, just like you freed that other guy. I got a chance to be him now… but I didn’t take it.” The terry cloth ripped in half and your arms fell by your sides.

You dared to look up at the man and you inwardly swore. His face was so painfully beautiful, full lips were in a pout and his eyes twinkled blue in their sadness, in their empathy. “They wanted us to be something and I wasn’t going to let someone else define me. I ran for years, scared and alone. I had to change my life over and over because I didn’t want them to find me, then I realized I was actually doing what they wanted… I was being someone I’m not.”

You crossed the room to the trash can nearby and not too far behind he followed. The two of you began to toss half-eaten pastries and empty disposable coffee cups. “So, I settled down here, started to go by my real name and took any threat that came my way.” You watched him sniff at an uneaten danish, “Cherry, I think.” His shoulder lifts in a ‘what-the-hell’ kind of way and he takes a bite. “It took about two decades for them to stop,” you finish, “and I was able to finally start to live my life.”

He silently offers half of the danish to you, which you decline. “And when the world went to hell in a hand-basket, you what, sat here and lived your life?” The blow was meant to sting and it did. He didn’t know if you were gone in The Blip but from your recoil, he got his answer. “I don’t know what they did to you, but you obviously have the ability to help people, you should use it.”

“I do,” you reply, offended. “This,” you wave your hands around for the second that evening, “helps people. Just because I don’t strap on leather and beat up bad guys doesn’t mean I don’t make a difference.”

Bucky stills completely, even his breathing, and he looks down into the trash can he has been pushing around for you. It looks as though he wants to toss himself in it. “You’re right,” he says with a heavy exhale, “that wasn’t fair of me. It’s just… the world is running low on heroes, they’re now relying on a guy in a bird suit.”

“I thought that guy was your friend,” you ask with a tilt of your head.

When the corner of his mouth tips up into a boyish smile, you mirror it with a toothy grin because of how infectious it is. “Yeah,” he nods, “I guess he is. But I just hate being the only muscle.”

“You’re plenty enough for this hemisphere,” you laugh and reach out to pat his shoulder, when you feel the muscle packed there, you whistle through your teeth, “and maybe the other one, too.”

He laughs and rolls the shoulder you tapped, tossing off your hand playfully. “Yeah, well it wouldn’t hurt to have more because getting hurt hurts.” You two exchange smiles and finish trash detail. He ties up the full bag and prepares to bring it out while you work on putting a new one in the can.

You lead him out back to the dumpsters and he tosses the bag in after you open the heavy metal lid. When it falls closed again with a loud, ringing bang, you pull out a pack of sanitizing wipes and offer him one which he gladly accepts. “This might not be the right time,” he begins, eyes drawn to the large, smelly trash bin next to the pair of you, “but would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

“Who knew you were so romantic, Sergeant Barnes,” you tease to hide your fluttering heartbeat that he can undoubtedly hear. Under the pale yellow beam of the streetlights you can see the flush forming on his face that mirrors your own. “I’m free tomorrow around seven.”

Bucky straightens to his full height and his eyes sparkle brightly when that boyish curl makes its way back to his lips. “Then it’s a date,” he nods as you both pull out your phones to exchange numbers and you give him your address.

“Don’t be late,” you warn him, tone playfully serious, “I get angry if I don’t eat before eight. Bad things happen if I don’t eat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods with a low rumbling chuckle, “I don’t plan to disappoint you.”

Your face splits into a smile and you lead your way back in, “See you tomorrow, Sergeant.”

“Tomorrow,” he says, his eyes trained on your every move. “And it can’t come soon enough,” he adds under his breath.

Your day goes by in a blur. Work is stressful but rewarding. Even though you love your job, your mind was not completely on it. Just past noon you received a text: Just seeing if this works. I’m looking forward to tonight. Have a good day. BB

It is unclear if he does not really know how texts work or if it is his excuse to send you one, but either way it makes you giddier than a schoolgirl. You reread it several times, answer a few work related calls and emails before you finally answer back: It works! I’m also looking forward to tonight. My day was good, but your text made it better. Hope yours is fantastic! xx

You are hesitant to hit send, but if you are going to shoot your shot, then you might as well go all in. Your phone doesn’t even go to sleep before you get another text in return: I’m about to see the prettiest gal in town, my day will be more than fantastic. How do you feel about sushi and bowling? BB

Of all of the things to do, especially together, you would not think of Bucky Barnes to pick that as your first night out together, but you had a weakness for sushi and your competitive side could never say no to a game or two: I haven’t been bowling in years, but I’m sure I can teach you a few things. xx

Oh, sweetheart, you’ll be learning a thing or two before the night is over. BB

You aren’t sure if you guys are talking about bowling anymore and that thought lights a fire in your belly. With a shaky breath you send your last reply: I’ll be happy to learn anything as long as I get to call you Professor Barnes and I can stay after class for extra credit. ;) xx

It isn’t until two hours after your lunch that you get your last reply from him: Looking up that reference sent me to the part of the internet that I’m still not used to, but I’m glad I did. You don’t happen to have a skirt and some of those socks that go up to your knees, do you? Don’t answer that, I won’t be able to make it through dinner. See you at 7. BB

You did happen to have just what he asked for and it was tempting to wear it, but you tucked the idea into your pocket for another time. Instead, you picked something more appropriate for bowling, a pair of navy skinny fit cotton dress pants with enough stretch to not rip when you bent over to toss a ball, a curve hugging camisole that was draped by a soft, cream colored cashmere sweater.

After messing with your hair for an hour, you settled for a messy bun and just finished your makeup when your doorbell rang. You call out to him to “hold on” as you shuffle through your apartment, trying to wriggle into your loafers on the way to open the door. “Sorry. Sorry, sorry,” you apologize as you pull open the door.

He’s standing in the doorway dressed in a canvas jacket over a plain black shirt, dark jeans over his long, thick legs and his normal boots top it off. “You look gorgeous,” he says, forcing you away from your lingering gaze as it continues to travel up and down his body like he’s the one for dinner. “These are for you,” he presents a bouquet of flowers with an unsure smile. “They’re beautiful,” you say wistfully, taking the flowers and stepping aside to let him in. “Thank you.” He nods and stands near the door as you finish putting on your shoes. “Let me put these in water and we can go.” “Take your time,” he says and trains his eyes on you. They follow you through the apartment, to the kitchen as you look through your cabinets for a vase. When you bend over, his head tilts ever so slightly which you can see out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to try and catch him, he just smiles innocently. “Need any help?”

“I’ll manage,” you laugh and eventually find a vase. The flowers are arranged not so elegantly into the glass, but you add water and place them in the center of your kitchen island. “Now, I’m starving and getting hangry.”

“Hangry,” he repeats. “That doesn’t sound good. I guess I should feed you before that happens.” He holds out an arm and like a magnet you are drawn to him and latch to it, maybe it’s because of the metal. Nevertheless, you walk arm and arm to the sushi hole-in-the-wall two blocks away, eating in a small booth in the corner to hide away from prying eyes.

You learn about Bucky Barnes for the first time. Like everyone else, you hear things from the news, from the internet, you try to shift through the lies and mess. But here you’re learning what he likes, what he’s learned, what he wants to learn. He doesn’t give his past up as freely as you did, it’s obvious he’s still coming to terms with it, but everyone travels at their own pace.

He learns about you, too. He asks you about things none of your past dates have asked. Hell, even your past boyfriends and girlfriends weren’t interested in half of the stuff Bucky manages to squeeze out of you. And you find it so easy to talk to him, so natural. You’ve only known him for two days, but it feels like decades.

Your hand slips into his when you leave the restaurant and head to the bowling alley. He laces your fingers together two blocks into your walk and you once again wrap your free hand around his arm. It pains you to move away when you have to go in and put on the bowling shoes.

“Before we begin,” he says to you as he watches you put your names into the computer, “let’s make a bet.” You finish entering the ‘y’ of his name and lift an inquisitive brow his way. “If you win, you can have one thing you would want from me.”

You twist in your seat and narrow your eyes, “And if you win?”

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, you watch it disappear with a pout, “I get a kiss.”

“You could just ask for one,” you laugh and slowly lean towards him.

Bucky, too, leans in and bumps noses with you, “Yeah, but it’s more fun if I work for it.” He sits back and winks, trying not to laugh at your deflated and deepening pout. “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re up first.”

You sigh heavily and pick up the bright green ball that you picked from the line waiting to be thrown. “Okay, if I win, then I get to wear that skirt and socks for you,” you say over your shoulder before you toss the ball down the lane. It rolls down the center and knocks down all ten pins as STRIKE flashes on the screen above you.

When you flop down in the chair next to him, he’s still staring at the spot where you stood moments before, gears still churning. “Hey,” you laugh, snapping your fingers in front of his face to knock him out of his daze, “are you okay?”

“Would it be wrong of me to lose on purpose,” he asks sheepishly. You roll your eyes and cross your arms and he lifts his own in surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it, that’s no fun. Just know, darlin’, I don’t go down without a fight.” He steps up and takes the same ball you used and chucks it halfway down the lane before it, too, knocks down all ten pins. He turns to you, a smirk plastered on his face.

As much as you loved to have fun, you loved to win more. “Is that how it’s going to be,” you asked, getting up to pass him on the way to take your turn.

He laughs, pressing close as you both slow when you come into each other’s orbit. “That’s how it’s going to be,” he nods and rakes over his lip with his teeth. A challenge is set and you don’t back down. Strikes and spares are thrown by the both of you in between lingering touches and whispered sweet nothings.

In the hour you two have rented the lane, you managed two games and with one point over you, Bucky wins. He doesn’t claim his prize right there, it’s too public and there’s far too many people around. Instead, he offers to walk you home and you happily accept as long as you can wrap yourself around him once again, which you do.

You two try to take your time on the way back, enjoying the crisp evening air, but more so each other's company. The conversation from dinner continues as a flow of likes and dislikes between more sweet nothings. You’re lovedrunk by the time you’re at your front door and you don’t want the night to come to an end.

Reluctantly, you release him from your hold and he looks as disappointed as you feel. “Tonight has been wonder-” “I had such a great-” you both begin simultaneously and trail off together, ending in nervous laughter.

“Thank you,” you tell him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “for such an amazing night.”

“I should be thanking you,” he says, a hand timidly reaching out to rest on your hip. “I’ve been a little rusty at this kind of thing, but you made it easy.” His thumb traces the arc of your hip bone and you step closer to him. “But, you know, I might need some more practice.” You resisted to roll your eyes, but the laughter bubbles between the both of you. The distance closes by one of you, and you don’t care who, but you find your hands splayed across his chest, “I think I can help you out there.”

“That would be my second win of the night,” he grins down at you, his eyes trained on your lips.

“Speaking of my win,” he trails off. His flesh hand raises to your cheek and you instinctively lean into it. Your nose wrinkles at his chuckle but it doesn’t stop you from raising on your toes to close what little space there was between you.

You could sense his hesitation, the silent question of what was enough and what was too much. A small hum bubbled in your throat as you pushed your hands up his chest, nails scraping up his neck and into his hair. You could feel the shiver ripple throughout his body and his teeth came out to bite down on your bottom lip.

It was your turn to laugh now and he licked into your mouth in return, turning it into a whimpering moan. You could feel his triumphant smirk against your lips and you reward it with a tug of his hair. His hips instantly buck against you which throws you off balance, but he catches you with his metal arm winding around your back and pins you against him.

Your tongues slip and slide against one another, the taste of his sushi and beer choice mixes with your own. Your nails once again claw along his scalp and cause him to growl into your mouth. He surges forward with you in his grip and crowds you against your door, reluctantly breaking away for air, “We should say goodnight,” Bucky whispered against your kiss swollen lips.

“You can tell me good morning when you wake up next to me tomorrow,” you shoot back and roll your hips against his, causing both of you to react with a strained moan.

“Are you sure,” he asks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got a spare toothbrush with your name on it,” you nod. You watch him debate the issue with himself before placing one last chaste kiss on your lips before losing his grip just enough to let you open the door.

You two stumble in, Bucky pulling you back to him, his mouth kissing along your jaw as you try to lock up for the night. You barely got the deadbolt turned when his teeth sank into your sink causing you to cry out. He instantly licks at apologetically and turns his attention to getting you undressed instead.

When your sweater is pulled over your head, you push off Bucky’s jacket, both falling to the floor near the door. Shoes are next to go, sloppily kicked off near each other and once again you two are drawn back together, tongues dancing. Your fingers twist into the short brown locks and his hands snaked down to your ass. He lightly cups each cheek, using them to bring you as close as possible, and even though your bodies leave very little room for air to pass through you still try to move closer.

“Bed,” he breathes into your mouth. You give him a quick nod. With a happy groan, he squeezes you by your bottom, picking you up to carry you to your room, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

Your small one bedroom apartment isn't anything special, but it is yours and it has the biggest, comfiest bed that you are in love with. Bucky easily guides you both there, not once breaking your kiss aside from grunting or growling from your teasing hair pulls or the rolls of your hips.

He climbs onto the mattress with you still wrapped around his upper half, crawling up to the pile of pillows near the headboard where he eventually lays you down. His weight settles above you, and normally, you would welcome it’s warmth and comfort, but at that moment, you want it to be rough and needy. “Bucky,” you whine, this time the one to break the kiss.

Flushed cheeks and blown pupils, he looks down at you, boxing you in with his arms on either side of your head. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“You’re wearing too much,” you tell him as you try to pull off his shirt, it makes it up to his shoulders before it stops. His laugh shakes his entire body and yours, which makes you pout in return.

“You’re wearing the same amount, doll,” he reminds you, looking down to see your breasts sway in your camisole. “Far, far too much, in my opinion.”

You roll your eyes and playfully slap at his chest, “Then do something about it.” He mutters something about impatience and sits on his knees between your parted thighs as he pulls his shirt over his head to toss it aside.

“Your turn,” he nods to your shirt while he works on the buckle of his belt. You hastily pull the top over your head and work on your slacks, wriggling out of them just as does his own. He sits back on his hunches and looks you over, laying spread out in a matching white lace bra and underwear set. Now at he’s down to his boxer briefs, you can see how big he his, how hard he is, and when his wandering eyes rest on your covered sex, you can see it twitch with anticipation. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful.”

You didn’t think your entire body could blush from embarrassment, but Bucky just proved you could. “That’s my line,” you return, taking in every inch of his exposed skin over hard muscle. Super serum or not, Bucky Barnes was a gorgeous specimen. When you two finally lock eyes once more, you both shiver. “Are you going to touch me?”

He lets out a shaky breath and reaches out to run a hand lightly over your damp panties, slick from your want for him. “I’m afraid I’ll never stop,” he replies honestly, instantly addicted to the needy whimpers you are giving him.

“I don’t think I would want you to,” you groan. “Please?” You feel his fingertips dance over the lace, tracing over the pattern and causing you to throb with need. “Bucky!”

“You need me, don’t you,” he asks, voice dropping to a low rumble that hits you right at your core and makes your toes curl. “You need my touch. Need me to satisfy that ache?” You nod desperately trying to sit up to pull him down on top of you, but he pins you down before you could rise. “Tell me,” he purrs.

“I need you,” you respond instantly. You’re rewarded with his fingers pushing the panties aside and begin to dance along the slick folds.

“You need what,” he goads. He finds your clit and rubs it once to draw a happy mew from you but stops much to your disappointment.

“I need you, Bucky. I need you to touch me, to kiss me,” you whine with a rock of your hips, trying to get him to move again, but he doesn’t. “I need you to taste me, to lick me, to fuck me.”

Smile on his kiss bruised lips, his thumb swirls around your bud and he sinks his middle finger into you with a groan. “You’re tight,” he hisses as he sinks knuckle-deep, “and dripping. Shit, you’re going to feel like heaven.”

You can’t focus on what he’s saying too much. The feel of his fingers pumping in and out of you feels good, feels right, but it’s not enough, even when he adds two or three. He works you open, your slick starting to run down his fingers, and he palms himself over his briefs. “Bucky, please,” your voice cracks, “I need more.”

He nods, he has time to take you apart with just his fingers later, but it’s been so long since he’s been with someone like this, someone he’s felt like this with, he needs it as much as you do. When he removes his fingers from you, you whine at the loss but it cuts off into a gasp as you watch him lap and suck off your slick from his hand. Bucky freezes, eyes narrowing, and for a moment you’re wondering if you did something wrong. “What? What is it?”

“Trying to stop myself from eating you alive,” he says through clenched teeth, jaw visibly flexing with the effort. You blink up at him, confused, but he shakes his head and forces himself to remove his boxer briefs. “I’m having you for breakfast,” he decides.

“Uh huh,” you reply absently, your mouth watering as his cock bounces against his stomach when it’s free. It’s long, thick, and leaking, trying to hypnotize you and very much succeeding.

“I’ll let you return the favor, sweetheart,” he laughs. His flesh hand spreads his pre-cum down his shaft and he pumps slowly while his metal hand pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Still with me?”

Blinking free of your daze, you stare at his lustful gaze and nod. He moves closer, hooks your legs over the bends of his elbows and runs the head of his cock along your folds. Your hole twitches desperately for him, “Such a pretty little pussy, so needy.” Your hands wrap around his wrists and grip at him tightly, hard enough to make him hiss. “You’ve been a good girl, I guess I can give you what you want.”

He pushes in agonizingly slow, the head of his cock sinking in what felt like centimeter by centimeter. You clench around him, trying to draw more of him in, but Bucky takes his time to bottom out. When he is finally fully seated in you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and apparently so did he. “Fuck,” you say simultaneously.

Your legs are positioned around his waist and he once again frames your head with his forearms, which, in turn, pushes him further inside of you. “You feel so good, doll,” he whispers against the ‘o’ of your lips. “So warm, so tight, taking me so good.” Your hands find their way up his arms and into his hair. All it takes is one tug that has him growling, “And I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy so good that it’s going to feel me all week.” He rolls his hips back as slowly as he originally pushed in, “And I wanna hear you tell everyone who it belongs to while I do it.”

He snaps his hips forward driving you up the bed and further into the pillows, a cry getting caught in your throat from it. His pace is brutal, skin slaps against skin, and his mouth seeks out yours. The kiss is sloppy, but hungry, just as primal as his pistoning hips. You hold on to him the best you can as the bed rocks, headboard slamming against the wall. Your nails trail against his skin, egging him on and drawing sinful noises from love-swollen lips.

His hips shift angles and eventually find that spot that makes you see stars. “Bucky,” you cry out breathlessly, uncurling your toes and removing your nails from his shoulder blades. He buries his face in your neck and marks you with his teeth and tongue as he relentlessly fucks towards your brink. “So… f-fuck- so close.”

“Cum for me then, sweetheart,” Bucky growls against your skin, snaking a hand between your bodies to work at your clit. “Show me how good I make you feel. Cum for me.” His thumb rubs over your bud once, twice and a white hot punch in your gut blossoms throughout your body as you let out a strangled cry of his name.

You can feel yourself clamp around him, working him impossibly deeper, begging him to fall down into the abyss with you. And he does, hard. He chases his bliss with you, your name a mantra spilling from his lips as he spills inside of you. He doesn’t stop until you’ve both become too sensitive to handle anymore. He pulls out of you with a heavy sigh and falls next to you on the bed onto his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you finally break the silence, “that was…”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his head turned to look at you with tired, blissful eyes. “Goddamn, yeah it was.”

You weakly reach around to search for his hand and eventually find it, he lances his fingers with yours. You don’t break eye contact when he leans over to share a few chaste kisses before collapsing again. “You’re fantastic, Bucky, and I want you to know that was the hottest sex I have had to date.”

His post orgasm bliss is shattered and replaced with a furrowed brow, “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

“...but as hot as it is feeling you drip out of me, I need to shower,” you finish. You can see the relief wash over him and he nods in understanding.

“I’ve got a good memory,” he yawns and taps at his head, “that image is stored right here.” You fight a blush and slide off of your bed to head to the bathroom when seconds later you hear him do the same. He shrugs at your questioning look, “No need to waste water, right?”

You laugh as you turn on the faucets only to be crowded against the wall and your mouth is covered with his once more. The water splashing against your bodies and the echoing sounds of your moans drown out the repeated calls to Bucky’s phone. Mission. Suit up. SW

Answer your damn phone. SW

It’s the green button. SW

Green button and slide right. SW

Dammit, if you blocked me again, I stg. SW

Man, what are you doing in Soho? Yes, I’m tracking you. OMW. SW

a/n: To be continued?

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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DRINKING SHOTS WITH CHRIS AND LEON PT. 2

A/N: So, one person asked for a sequel and even I couldn't get these two out of my mind so, here it is: the unplanned second part. Just enjoy it

Characters: Leon Kennedy; Chris Redfield; Reader

Warnings: angst; fluff

Words: 2.016

As you awoke the next morning, you remembered every single bit of the last night and even if you would hope it would be just a dream, you knew it was all real.

Chris as a cuddly teddy, you never thought this was possible.

How he has called you his 'little baby sister'.

And most important, Leon Kennedy had kissed you.

You had an odd feeling about that but you and Leon had to talk.

"Hey, Chris.", you greeted the big guy who sat alone at a table in the dining room.

"Ugh, not so loud.", Chris whined and held his head.

"Sorry. How are you doing?", you asked, slightly regretting his state because of you.

"Fucking wonderful. Next time, remind me that I don't wanna drink with you. Never again. Why are you even this fit?", he asked low, checking your appearance.

You searched for an answer because Leon's kiss had made you sober almost immediately, "Oh, uhm... Water. That's the trick. Where's Leon?"

"I hope he’s rotting in hell for not stopping you.", Chris cursed without looking up.

"He's at the shooting range.", a team mate called through the room.

You frowned. The shooting range was the last place you had expected Leon to be for such an hour but on the other hand, it was what he did when he needed distraction.

You patted Chris encouragingly on his shoulder before you turned around to leave him alone with his hungover.

As you reached the shooting range, Leon stood there, tall and proud with the gun in his hand. He aimed for a wooden target several metres away. You watched him correcting his stand, raising the gun before he pulled the trigger to make a perfect shot in the middle of the head.

Like always, you liked watching Leon. This man was good at anything he touched. He even had trained you at your first days but now, as you looked at him, something felt different. You weren't just impressed by him. You were admiring him. And to your surprise, this wasn't even a new feeling. It always had been there.

You weren't sure if he had seen you until, "Good morning.", Leon said low without looking at you while aiming for the next shot. He pulled the trigger and hit the wooden target in the spot where the heart would be.

As he was done, Leon put the gun down and secured it before he turned over to you, leaning with crossed arms against the table behind him.

Suddenly, everything felt awkward around you. You swallowed down the knot that had appeared in your throat. Everything had made sense in your head but now, where you stood in front of Leon, your brain felt like mud, "Y-you look good. Aren't you hungover?"

"No. Water is the trick.", Leon answered low but then, he went silent.

You stepped forward, trying to calm yourself with your hands buried deep into your pockets, "We should talk.", you said finally as the silence was too much.

'No, we should forget what happened.', Leon thought but as he saw your waiting and mostly insecure glance he couldn't say it, "Yeah.", he admitted finally.

"That wasn't what you really wanted to say, right?", you guessed.

Leon was surprised. Could you read him this easily? You knew him well but he always hoped he wasn't this easy to decipher.

You looked at the ground, playing with a small rock with your foot, "Actually, I can understand if you say it was just because of the alcohol. We can forget it.", you offered an easy way out and before Leon could say something, you turned around to leave. Taking his silence as an answer and losing your courage.

"It wasn't just because of the alcohol.", he said low and for a moment, he thought you hadn't heard him.

But then you stopped, facing him with your back, "So, what Chris said was the truth? You like me and never said something?"

"I haven't had much luck with women and you know that.", Leon said and as you turned around, he looked at the ground.

He was right. Since you knew him, he had flirted with some women and sometimes, he had spent the night with them but nothing lasted very long. You always asked yourself why it was like this because, in the end, Leon was handsome as hell, funny, nice, protective ... actually, everything you searched in a man, "It could be different between us.", you said low.

Leon looked up into your eyes. Hope was displayed in them and for a moment, he considered giving in but Leon had to be stronger, "I doubt that. It has nothing to do with you-"

"Right."

Leon stepped forward, "Believe me, yn. It's not about you. Yes, yesterday, with the alcohol, I got the courage to kiss you but...it should be a one time thing. Trust me, it won't end well if we try something. Our friendship is more important."

You nodded slowly before you went away avoiding that Leon could see your tears you tried to hold back. He wanted to stop you but he couldn't. He had seen the tears and the sight hurted more than he thought. That was exactly what he wanted to avoid, seeing you hurt because of him.

Leon stayed at the shooting range until his gun was empty and the wooden target almost destroyed. He had taken his anger out on it. Over and over, his mind was running through the happenings. The kiss. The talk. The things he had said. Your tears.

It was true, he liked you a lot and many times he had imagined to have you by his side as more than just a friend but then, he reminded himself how the most things with women ended for him and the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

Leon decided to go back into his room to find some distraction and to get a clear mind. As he walked through the dining room, he spotted Chris sitting at a table, a bottle of water in front of him, "You're such an idiot! I hope you know that.", Leon said angrily, stopping next to his friend.

Chris held his head between his hands, "Whoa! Quieter, please! And I have no idea what you mean.", he whined.

"You told yn that I like her.", Leon pointed out, ignoring the painful expression of his friend.

Chris looked up, confusion written on his face, "I did- what? No, I didn't. I would remember that!"

Leon chuckled dryly, "Sure. You remember calling her your 'little baby sister'?"

Chris' eyes went big, "I did... Oh, bloody hell! You think she's mad?", Chris asked fearfully.

Leon huffed out, rolling with his eyes, "Not about you.", he muttered.

"What are you talking about?", Chris asked confused.

But Leon just shook his head. It wasn't to blame Chris. In the end, Leon had kissed you. No one had forced him to do that. He had been weak for one second and now he had to deal with it, "Nothing, forget it. If you see her, tell me.", Leon said and went to his room.

The whole day, you were running up and down in your room, considering what you should do or what you wanted. And even if it became evening, you were still busy with thinking. All his words Leon had said were running through your brain over and over again.

He was right. Your friendship was great but you were sure, you and Leon could combine the friendship with a relationship and it would be even more great. You really believed that.

You stopped because you had enough of all the thinking with no point. With determination, you left your room and a few moments later, you knocked firmly at Leon's door.

Slightly annoyed, Leon opened the door. His face changed as he saw you, "YN? Wh-"

"One time thing my ass!", you said, grabbing Leon by his collar to bring him down to kiss him. It was a hungry, desperate kiss with all the emotions you had and as you two broke apart for air, Leon looked you deeply in the eyes. His rapid breath was fanning over your face while you waited for any kind of reaction.

He took some time to look at you. Your eyes were filled with hunger and your lips slightly swollen. Like always, you were simply perfect, and still Leon had doubts. He leant his forehead against yours, "We... we shouldn't do that.", he whispered but even for him, it didn't sound that convincing.

"You already said that.", you cupped his face, searching his eyes, "Listen, I understand your point, Leon. But you know me. I'm not just some random girl. We're doing the same things. We’re facing the same things. We're fighting side by side. And if you give this a try, I will even fight for us to work out."

"But I don't wanna hurt you..."

"Then, instead, forget your concerns for one second and tell me what you want.", you breathed with a racing heart. This, right now, was the time for honest talk and you feared the outcome.

Softly, he leant his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, "You're unbelievable. I'm not strong enough to resist you, you know that, right?", Leon asked low.

"I know. And now, please, answer the question. Leon, what do you really want?", you asked.

Determined, he opened his eyes, "I want you.", Leon answered before he cupped your face and crashed his lips on yours. You snaked your arms around his neck and swiftly, Leon raised you from your feet to carry you inside.

You steadied yourself with your legs around his waist as Leon kicked the door shut and pressed you against it. Pinning you with his lower body, Leon roamed over your curves with his hands and slid underneath your shirt to feel your soft skin.

You did the same, just more eager. You grabbed the rim of his shirt to pull it over his head. Hungrily, your hands were dancing over his muscled chest. Touching as much as you could find of him. While Leon kissed down your neck, you clawed your fingers into his long hair which caused him to moan because of your roughness.

Slowly, Leon looked up into your face, admiring everything on you before he carried you to his bed, hovering above you, "God damnit, you're so much hotter than I imagined.", he said, roaming over your body with his eyes.

You smirked, stroking over his naked back and scratching into his skin what let him shudder. You were about to say something as several strong knocks let you two freeze, "Leon!"

Leon laid his index finger on his lips to signal you to stay silent and you nodded. But as it knocked again, you shrieked slightly by surprise and Leon placed his hand over your mouth before he answered as calmly as possible: "Yeah? What is it?"

"I... I haven't seen yn the whole day. I can't find her. You think she's alright?", Chris asked through the closed door.

Looking at you with a devilish smirk, Leon called back: "Yeah, I'm sure she's pretty fine. I guess we will see her later." Leon answered grinning. As he heard Chris’ slowly leaving footsteps, he removed his hand from your mouth.

"Shouldn't we tell him something?", you asked, thinking about Chris and how concerned he had sounded.

Leon shook his head slowly, "No. He was the one who had blurted out my feelings for you. He can suffer a little bit more."

"Actually, Chris is the reason why I'm here right now. You should thank him.", you responded with a smirk.

Leon leant down, matching your smirk and nudging your nose with his own, "Maybe. But not yet. My attention is somewhere else right now.", he breathed before he kissed you deeply.

None of you knew where this would lead but silently you and Leon swore to each other to make this work.

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thanx-idonttry · 4 years

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Soooooo I'm actually going through a lot with this kink irl so I decided to write about it!

“CORRUPTION”

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader smut!

The Fic I'm presenting as a thank you for all the notes. I really appreciate it!

Also this is for Kinktober!

Enjoyyyy!

TW: Degradation, A bit of edging, a smidge of quirk play, Dom/sub dynamic. Corruption, Rough sex, and Katsuki being a naughty man!

Based in the 3rd year sooo 18+

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Bakugou stared at the young girl with hungry eyes, god he needs to get himself together. But he couldn't help staring at you as you talked to Mina, the way you looked to him drove him mad. You were so damn adorable! Wearing your hair in two pigtails, your (Favorite Hero) designed Knee Socks which made the short school skirt hotter, and the way you did your make up was light, making your look more natural. Bakugou always thought you had an adorable appeal to you, and that itself is was what made him interested in the first place.

Bakugou had a corruption kink, and he didn't realize it. The way you look and the way you are, so pure, makes him want to take all that purity, and replace it with sin. Of course you don't realize his hungry stares, in reality, Bakugou made you nervous! In more ways than one. He's always angry, loud, and obnoxiously competitive. Those were things that made you nervous because you never know when, or who will set him off. But he also makes you nervous by the way he towers over you, smiles smugly, the muscles! The fact that this man is Scary Beautiful along with "Scary" and "Beautiful." It's such a conundrum for you.

You were really nervous when he asked you to train all day with him, you didn't know what to expect, or to think. The whole time of training, he had your mind spinning! He was super close to you when it came to stretching, hands on and everything. His cologne was so alluring, the sweat dripping off him as the sun hit him in all the right places. And the smirk he always give when he's impressed at your moves and improvements. You found yourself gazing at him, admiring the beautiful work of angry art that is Bakugou. It also sent a pulse through your pussy, making you rub your legs together when he wasn't looking. God, what is he doing to you?

Bakugou noticed you staring, with your big, dough eyes. And god did it drive him mad. The outfit you had, (favorite color) training bra, and matching spank shorts. You looked like an Angel with your skin glowing, he had to catch himself from pouncing on you. "(Y/N), Follow me." He commanded, voice so husky, it pulled you in. He started walking back towards the dorms, but he took you through the back entrance. You were confused, but also curious. "Bakugou?" You asked in a soft voice, you saw him slightly react but, he didn't say anything. The way you say his name is really hard for him to keep his cool. He opened the door once y'all reached his floor, walked up to his dorm, opened it and motioned you to go inside.

Your heart was pounding, your body radiated with a nervous vibe that was impossible to miss. Bakugou noticed, and it made Bakugou's dick twitch. He's been fighting off boners all day caused by you, and here he go fighting off another one. "Go in. Now." He ordered you. You scampered in and he quickly followed behind you, closing the door and locking it. He walked up to you, closing his eyes and dragging out an loud exhale. "(Y/N)" he called to you.

"Y-Yes Bakugou?" You breath out, noticing his aura is changing. "Do you know what the hell you've been doing to me?" His eyes were darker, his chest was pressed against yours, feeling his toned chest.

"No, I don't." You honestly tell him.

"This whole... innocent vibe you're giving off, it's really driving me fucking crazy." He said as he stared at you with his carmine eyes, he bit his lip. "It makes me wanna reveal that this whole 'Good Girl' look you put on is a fucking lie. That underneath all that, you're a fucking slut." He said. You let out a soft gasp as you stared up at him. "I-I, What are you talking Bakugou?" You said, your mind was spinning and finding the right words to say were very difficult. He let out a primal groan as his hand found your cheek, caressing it softly before going to the back of your head. That's when he found a nice handful of your hair, and gripped it, pulling it as a warning to her. "Careful Kitten, that innocent role is just gonna get you into more trouble."

Your pussy was throbbing harder now from what he was doing to you. How?! How did he find out?! You made sure no one found out how desperately needy you are. How horny you really were, the toys and videos are just not enough anymore. A soft moan escaped your lips after he said that pet name to you. "That's right Kitten, let it out. I'll treat you like you want to be treated." He pulled you into a heated kiss, quickly turning it into a Make out session. You were so swept off your feet by how well the hot head could kiss. The look in his eyes as he pulled away from the kiss lit your body a blaze, and you were anticipating all his next moves. "Now the training bra, take it off." He commanded. With no hesitation, you removed the bra. Your nipples hardened when the air hit them, and Bakugou couldn't help but feel them. His thumb grazing over them, tweaking making your inner slut come out more.

Bakugou finally latched on to one of your breast, and instead of using his other hand to play with the other, it dove downwards. He shoved his hand past your shorts and underwear, feeling all your wetness as his finger ran through your slit and toyed with your nub. Bakugou pulled away for a quick second, shocked at what he felt. "Fuck.." Bakugou whispered as he realized how wet you truly were. "You fucking slut, how needy are you?" He smirked as he looked you in your lust filled eyes. You couldn't answer, you were too busy letting out moans and trying to reach your climax you desperately needed. You clenched your thighs, trying to trap his hand so he doesn't stop. His fingers were like magic as he played with your pussy, it felt so wonderful.

Your hands latched onto his shoulders for balance, your eyes closed tightly. Moans are getting louder, you we're almost there, then all of a sudden. Nothing, his hand was gone. You looked at him with desperation and disappointment. And he just reveled in that, knowing you need him so bad. He threw you onto bed, and climbed on top you immediately after. His eyes danced all over your body before swiftly removing your shorts, and underwear. He put the two fingers that were massaging your into his mouth, licking all your juices off them. The action itself made you moaned softly as electricity flowed through you.

"Say it." He said in a deeper voice, "Admit that you're a needy whore. A horny slut. Tell me how much you need my dick." You looked down to see the raging boner imprint in his sweats. You licked your lips, admiring how he had both length and girth. You didn't want anything but to wrap your lips around it. "I'm waiting, Kitten." He said snapping you back to reality. "I'm a needy whore." You said softly, "Speak up Kitten, it almost sound like you don't want me to fuck you" He teased. He started pulling away, and your eyes widened from panic. "I'm a horny slut!" You said louder. He smirked at you, coming back. "One more time." "I'm a needy whore! I'm a horny slut! Please! I need you to fuck me!" You chanted.

In the midst of your chanting, Bakugou had pulled his dick out, stroking it as he plunged two fingers into you with his tongue following after. Your body jolted as you let out a high pitched moan, he had to use his other had to hold you down by the waist. Seeing you come undone by his doing was such a turn on to Bakugou. He knew he could taint you, he knew he could bring the bad girl out of you. All he did was wait for the right moment. Almost like a predator stalking it's prey. To him you were such a cute, little, innocent Bunny, and he was a stalking, dangerous wolf. He finally lured her into his grasp, and he was gonna enjoy every single moment. It caused his fingers curl a bit inside you as he used his tongue to write his name on your pussy.

He also knew to pin you down with the other hand because he knew you would squirm. Another high pitched moan left you, as your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.Your mouth was agate as your tongue was hanging out from the pleasure he was giving you, your hands found his hair and gripped it, pushing his head further in. You we're reaching your climax again, then he pushed your hands away and pulled away. You lifted yourself up using your elbows for support, looking at him with desperate and frustration in your adorable eyes.

"Katsukiiiiii!" You whined from frustration.

Once you saw that he was stroking his dick, you couldn't help yourself. You got up and crawled up to him with his dick in front of your face. You saw the precum leaking from his swollen head, and you ran your tongue across the tip, collecting the salty substance on your tongue. Bakugou hissed, His hand gripped your hair tightly to hold you in place. " Open your mouth,and stick out your tongue" He ordered. Once Bakugou saw your tongue roll out your mouth, he basically shoved his dick deep in your mouth. He moved his hips, doing slow but deep strokes. The way his dick felt as it glides against your tongue felt like heaven, he even slap the head of his dick against your tongue. He stopped his movements, "You can close your mouth now." Once you did, he started making you move from the handful of hair of yours he got. Making you take him deeply, saliva gathered around which only drove Bakugou to go faster.

Once he was done using your mouth, he pulled you off him, pushing you back on the bed. He then motioned you to turn over on your stomach. Your eyebrows raised as you turned over. Shocked that he jumped into doggy style position, he got behind you and lined himself up to your pussy. He was rubbing and gliding his dick against your wet folds making you moan from pleasure. He then slowly started to sink his dick into you, neither of you could hold back the moans/groans and string of curse words as he kept going deeper and deeper. Bakugou was motionless after he bottomed out in you, enjoying how wet, warm, and tight you were. He pushed your head down onto the bed, leaving your ass up. Then he started moving his hips.

The way he rolled his hips into you deeply, his dick hitting all your places had you seeing a stars and colors. "Damn Kitten, you feel so fucking great clinging on to me. Almost like you were made for me, like I was really meant to fuck you up." He said as his hips slamming into you, loving your reactions. With each slam of his hips, your legs quaked and eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your walls clenched around Bakugou tightly, and he let out hiss then a low groan of pleasure as his hot hand connected with your ass cheek. "D-did you just use your quirk on me?" You asked with a shocked voice, you were shocked that you enjoyed it more than you were shocked that he actually used it. "A little, don't act you didn't love it." He said still snapping his hips deep into you.

"You're such a bad girl, aren't you?" He said then he pulled out of you, flipping you over, then easily slid back into you. "You're a bad girl, but you're my bad girl. Right?" He asked looking dead in your eyes, when you didn't answer quick enough, he went deeper. Your eyes rolled instantly, causing you to close your eyes and scream out a "Yes!" Still looking you in your eyes, he adds "Yes what?" Wearing that famous grin. "Yes I'm your bad girl, Katsuki!" You chanted. Hearing his first name come out your mouth, did something to him. Hearing your scream/moan his name, your walls, seeing you underneath him, looking so beautiful with Sin radiating throughout your entire body made Bakugou feel a whole new feeling that was foreign to him.

'Am I falling for her?...' He thought as he looked at her.

That's when you felt it, your climax. It was so close. You grabbed onto Bakugou tightly as the string finally snapped. The moan you let out sounded like music as you came all over his dick. The wave of pleasure waving through you had you seeing white, as you dug your nails deep into his skin. It felt like your body seized up before finally, you go a little limp. You cumming on his dick just pushed him closer to his climax. Your walls milking his dick desperately, he let out another hiss as his strokes started getting harder, he was so close to his own peak. "Oh Fuck, Katsuki!" You moaned loudly, and that broke him. He pulled out and came all over your stomach and breast, the groan he released was laced with pleasure. He looked down to see your adorable ass all disheveled and covered in his seed. "Fucking beautiful." He breathed out before going to get you guys a towel to clean off.

You were literally on the verge of sleep, the workouts you got today wore you out. The feeling of the warm, wet towel startled you awake. You saw him smirking at you as he cleaned you off, "Tired?" He asked you, all you did was nod your head tiredly. Bakugou realized you're just as adorable sleepy then you are awake, and it almost got him going again. "Just make room, I don't need you taking over my own bed." He told you, causing you to smile. He's letting you sleep in here, maybe he's not such a big asshole after all. You scooted over, making room for him as he climbed into his bed. He pulled you closer to him, making both of guys heart thump in your chests. And all Bakugou could think about before he also drifted off to sleep was:

‘Fuck! I am falling for her.’

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