#they said it was fine and even said it was positive but fuck. fuck fuckfuckfuck. i fucking overwhelmed someone cuz I talk too much.

[vitamin-cunt]

Brat | Brat! Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: Dumbification, !!choking!!, rough sex, bratting, brat taming, pegging (but kept vague), punishment, Master calling, sub! Midoriya, dom! Reader, GN! Reader (this one is intense, I’m not even gonna lie)

It was naive of you to assume Izuku would be anything but a brat.

But perhaps it was because you were ignorant to the horny little shit he truly was.

When you met him, he was a skittish, shy, but well meaning boy. Innocent would have been the word used to describe him.

But innocent didn’t match the buckets of hard drives he had of porn, the shelves he dedicated to dirty manga, the time he took to budget for sex toys.

He was inexperienced and very sensitive, but far from innocent.

Far from obedient.

Izuku was a fucking brat.

“You’re doing it on purpose…” he’d whined against your ear, arms wrapped around your waist as you looked at shirts on the rack. It was a busy store, which he’d decided to take advantage of and stay very close to you.

“Doing what?” You asked, picking up a shirt that had caught your eye. You take a sharp breath when he steps closer, forehead against your back, arms growing tighter, and, most notably, a growing bulge pressing against your ass.

“You’re…you’re turning me on,” he said, lips against your shirt. “A-and it’s making me hard in public! So we have to go home to fix it, or else I’m gonna go fix it myself.”

“Puppy, you know-”

“I know I can’t touch myself without permission, so here I am, asking for permission!” He stepped even closer to you, and his hips stuttered against your ass, unintentionally grinding against you. His fingers begin to slip under your shirt. “I’ll do it right here if you don’t believe me.”

“Try it, and you’ll be in a chastity cage for a week,” you say bluntly.

But in pure Izuku fashion, he replies just as bluntly. “What if I don’t care?” He asks, lips migrating to your neck, fingers successfully finding their way under your shirt. “What if I want my master to punish me?”

There it is.

That’s what he wanted.

Your first reaction was to ignore his request, teach him a lesson by not giving in. But you were looking forward to shopping for the first time in a while. It just had to be ruined by his horny insistence.

Perhaps, for the first time, you would give into his fit.

“Fine.”

___

Innocent Izuku was what his friends knew him to be.

But innocent didn’t align with the position he was currently in, face being pushed further into his pillow while his ass was being pounded by his very frustrated master.

He fruitlessly gripped his headboard, while you just wouldn’t stop thrusting.

“Ahhh- M-master, I- fuckkk, fuckfuckfuck, I’m sorry! S-sorry, I shouldn’t have- I should have been patient and- Hhhnngh!” He arched his back further, eyes rolling back into his head when you finally hit his prostate. “Fuckk, master deeper, punish me harderrr~” he moaned, trying to fuck himself against you to no avail. You were simply thrusting too quickly.

This was exactly what he wanted.

He was shocked that you decided not to go the harsher route this time, instead giving him exactly what he wanted by fucking his brains out.

He wasn’t complaining.

He whimpered when he felt your fingers slip against his neck and settle snugly there. You lift his face up from the bed a bit to get a better angle and apply pressure.

It wasn’t enough to cause suffocation, but it was enough to cause discomfort.

Discomfort and arousal.

Here you were, manhandling him, and, aside from his neck, not being gentle about it either.

“This is what you wanted, right?” You ask, looking down at that cute freckled ass and how his hole stretched for you and you only. Yeah, you’d regret giving in later, but for now, you were going to enjoy fucking him stupid. “Don’t go apologizing when you asked for this, Puppy,” you say your fingers patiently growing pressure around his neck.

With every thrust, his ass slapped against your hips, with every thrust, he shivered from the pain and the pleasure, with every thrust, he felt himself loose any semblance of intelligence.

You were so, so rough, but he knew his safe word. And he knew his cues.

All he needed right then was to focus on getting fucked and focus on his punishment.

But how could he focus when you were leaving bite marks up and down his back?

The tears broke through and he began to shake from pleasure filled sobs.

"Stho good, stho goood!" He moaned through hiccups and cries.

"I bet it feels good, doesn't it?" You whisper against his bruised skin.

He couldn’t reply; he responded instead with a string of unintelligible whimpers and gasps.

He couldn't even try to grasp anything; his hands had gone limp.

His back, his ass, his his neck, fuck, you were claiming it all.

His cock, his leaking neglected cock, was soon pressed flat against the bed along with the rest of his body.

Fuck, he was gonna cum.

"Mmmh, I-I'wanna- Master, please, I wanna cu-um!!"

"Brats don't get to cum," you say, your hand finally settling on a set amount of pressure on his neck.

"Pleaaase, please, I-I'll..." He couldn't think, he couldn't think.

You'd finally fucked him dumb.

He stupidly writhed underneath you, hips twitching as his gasps grew more and more erratic. It seemed his entire body had grown flushed.

"Fuckkk!!!," he sobbed, and with one final thrust, came.

Hard.

He continued to sob through the ropes of cum that'd stained the sheets beneath him, knowing there was further punishment waiting for him.

It was a good thing he loved your punishments.

#sub izuku #dom reader #sub bnha #sub boy #sub character #thirst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sub mha

[the1975attheirverybest]

Warm calloused hands venture beneath my shirt, flat to my back, my arms wrapped around his neck, kneeling before him and leaning up.

"Tell me if it's too much; we don't have to—"

He's so soft, despite his rough, large hands; he's a gentle giant,

"I want this. Regardless of him"

Soft murmurs outside the door, waiting for the 7 minutes to be up,

"So just kiss me already," I said, speaking in hushed whispers, letting him guide me and tilting my head enough for him to bring his lips to mine, soft and slow.

In this small airing cupboard, it's warm and cramped, his much larger frame taking up a mist of the space.

"Are you ok? You seem cramped." Even in the dark of the cupboard, I can tell there's a genuine care reflected in her deep brown eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just getting used to it," I assured him. I was fine, because really I was. Despite feelings for Matty, I couldn't deny how Ross had been keeping my attention more and more as of recent.

"Here," without warning, the hands under my shirt pull me up, straddling his lap, feeling my shirt ride up even more when he presses open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder. Gasping for air and desperate for more all at the same time, my back pressed against the door.

"Can I?"

"I-ahhhmhm"

Pulling away to remove my shirt almost entirely

Large hands running up your back, pressing me against his front, feeling his ragged breaths fan across my neck and collar, shirtless and vulnerable, sucking gently on untouched skin,

"Fuck. I've wanted to do this for so long."

Bringing one hand round between us, he cups my breast over the thin material of the sports bra, circling the nipple with his thumb, pulling my hair, and kissing me deeply, his tongue pressing itself into my mouth.

Holding me still while I desperately try to squirm or do anything to get more stimulation, feeling him swallow small sounds hungrily. Unable to move or think of anything but his hands on me.

Loose jeans pulled away from warm skin, nudging my head up with his nose and biting into my neck, blood rushing beneath sharp teeth, his hand still on my breast, pinching a pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger, and drawing a yelp.

His other hand, large and warm, comes to rest under my jeans, comfortable against the curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling me in closer, hips sliding up his lap, leaning back slightly at out position, back against the cold wooden door as his head dips down further, teeth grazing my collar bone and tongue flicking out,

"So fucking good for me."

I don't reply; I can't. I'm too lost in the feeling of his hands on me. The way he teases my core, pressing his thumb to my clit over my underwear, the way his lips continue to traverse exposed skin, the way his fingers roll abused nipples and flick them

"Answer me."

"Yesyesfuck yes ok," trying to speak in a hushed whisper. A few yelps and squeaks just barely escaping.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hair scrunched in his fist, messy and tangled, his other hand dips below the band of my underwear, feeling bare skin, new and unexplored by his hands, fingers pressing against my pussy and the way he slowly circles my clit, pressing down on occasion and pinching cruelly, surprised yelps turning to languid moans, dazed and practically melting into him, pressed solidly against the door and grinding down into his lap.

feeling ross smirk against my neck; breath hot and heavy as he slips a finger in, biting down on my shoulder at the same time

"AH~ fuckfuckfuck"

"That's it. Come on princess"

Letting my hair go and pulling a hand down, feeling it pull through tangles with a Sharp sting, delicious in contrast to the sudden tightness and warmth of my lower half, guiding my hips to grind against him in long and slow motions,

"You like knowing they can hear you? Hear how good I make you feel?"

"Mhm"

"Good"

Another finger, not even moving, letting me do all the work, pressing his mouth to the material of my bra, licking and sucking through thin material

"Fuck I ahhhnng"

Ross' teeth graze my nipple, biting down lightly until I yelp, breathless and needy, curling his fingers inside me and pumping them slowly, continuing to guide me grinding down on him

"So pretty like this"

Deep breaths, god, the way he murmurs against my skin, lips moving softly, eyes staring up at me, mouth pressed against my shoulder with a cruel smirk, something in his gaze is wild, untamed,terrifying. 

"Want me to tell you what you look like baby?" Batting his eyes, licking a soothing strip into skin he bites harshly, panting under me, the hand on my hip coming up to brush my hair from my eyes, staring into them, as if seeing me for the first time, nothing but adoration.

"You're a mess, hair all over the place" he speeds up just a little, his fingers finding a much crueller rhythm than before, pinching my clit and relishing in the way my mouth falls open with a groan, "all flushed in the face” mouth pressed to my jaw, forcing my head back, sharp teeth pressed to my throat as if ready to rip it out, hunter and prey, “pretty eyes so so hazy” curling his fingers suddenly, pressing against a particular spot, crying out and gripping his soldiers with trembling hands, 

“it just feels so good doesn't it?" low and teasing, lips brushing against exposed skin with every word.

swallowing hard and nodding, my voice catching in my throat "all drooling and fucked dumb, pretty pink blush and heaving chest.” pressing a kiss to my collar, licking the skin beneath his lips and trailing his tongue down, over the fabric of the bra, tight warm circles around my nipple, pulling away before he gives me what i want, “You look so fucking perfect begging for me"

(reminder this is unedited stream of consciousness writing dont crucify me if its cringe please.)

(For context: he sent this last night but I was having a mental breakdown and logged off before I could see it. Just emptied my inbox and saw it)

sir- (take your time writing is difficult especially rn) HOLYYYYYY SHIIIIITT

[thebuttsmcgee]

The genuine relief and accomplished feeling of sending a kinda detailed ask to someone and they start their answer with "thank you for giving me a reason to finally talk about this" and they go into a passionate answer is just. Subliiiiiime.

#butts talks nonsense #I may have fucked up the other day cuz someone called my fav char fucking boring and misread my criticisms on my 2nd fav cuz my ask #but today I did a good ask!!!! hell yea even their bud gave their thoughts on it too woo #man. I toadally forgot I even sent it till I looked up the blog and was like Oh yeaaa. I was too caught up in being sad #also nervous. and anxious. felt like throwing up a bit. hrm. #aaaaanyways. that was nice.. #..uh. ..on a somewhat related note....uhhhh. so. hh. #I may. okay I did. kinda. overwhelm someone with one my asks. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck #they said it was fine and even said it was positive but fuck. fuck fuckfuckfuck. i fucking overwhelmed someone cuz I talk too much. #ugghhhhhhhhahhhahagagggh. this is why Im also hesitant to talk. I really can go on for a while. #I kinda cant help it!!!! I was kinda raised. in the sense of being neglected. so when I get the chance to talk about what I like I will go #nuts. usually. maybe. usually. #I think. I think with another ask I did I. I caused someone to read on a creator's entire interview history. #oh fuck I hope they weren't referring to my ask cuz fuck. FUCK. that is so embarrassing Im so sorry I do not know how to shut up sometimes #it could very well be someone else but still like Im sorry cuz I sent a fairly. risky? ask. not risky but like kinda long and asking for #a bit too much maybe. ughahhhh. had it not been for my lack of confidence and self restraint due to not wanting to annoy everyone I would go #HAM on the reblogs. I go on the buho home tag like almost every day and I love seeing so many wonderful fan content. #I restrain myself tho cuz hhhhhh. I dont wanna be annoying. I am already enough as it is #and yea its my blog but like. my fwiends r epic and I dont wanna bother em #GETTING OFF TOPIC. uhh yea. asks can be fun :^D

[izukus-bbyy]

I see requests are open 🥺👉👈 deku pegging fic please ???

Funny thing actually, I’ve never written something like this until now but I hope I met your expectations :)

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“‘Zuku, you have to stop moving,” you cooed in your boyfriend's ear from behind.

Izuku had been on all fours, knees spread a little farther than shoulder-width apart and you had been behind him attempting to get any movement with the pretty pink strap. Except he would not. stop. moving.

“It’s not the most comfortable position,” he argued through gritted teeth at the new sensation.

“You’ll be fine,” you reassured him while pulling your hips back before snapping them forward, keeping both of your hands on his muscular hips. The sudden thrust caused him to jerk forward and let out a deep moan.

“See? What’d I tell you,” you were moving your hips at an agonizingly slow pace but comfortable enough for Izuku to get used to for now. “You’re fine.”

“Feels good,” he whispered out.

“What was that?” you leaned forward, you couldn’t hear him, but as you moved forward you pushed the prop further into his ass, eliciting a whinier moan from his mouth.

“Hmm, said it feels good.”

“Does it?” you began kissing around his shoulder and neck, even lightly biting him a few times.

“Mhm, s-so good,” he lowered his upper half down onto the mattress, his arms were rested by his head while you slowly pounded into him.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

You grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them behind his back, he only lazily looked back at you with a look of concern mixed with pleasure before you started speeding up, his eyes and mouth instantly widening.

“What are yo~ngh, you doing?” he managed to pant out, his curls bouncing with each thrust you gave him, well at least the ones that weren’t stuck to his sweaty forehead. It was truly mesmerizing.

That and the way his eyes began to water.

“What?” you huffed, you were no longer leaning forward but were now holding his wrists down onto his mid-lower back as you pushed his knees farther apart with yours.

“You fuck me like this all the time, what’s wrong with me wanting to return the favor?”you teased.

“Nngh-n-nothing,” he stuttered. But that was all he could do. Whimper and moan out pathetic and adorable nothings that made you wanna test the limits of how far you could take him before he broke.

“D-don’t, st~ahh, stop, p-please don’t”

“F-faster, ngh~ please-”

“There, there, there, there! M-mommy please, t-there, hah”

“Where, baby?” you asked, continuing to drill into him but snaking a hand forwards and around his neck, squeezing the sides as you pulled him up and off the mattress. You hadn't noticed he had begun drooling onto the sheets. Fuck.

But Izuku continued to moan, completely ignoring your question.

“I asked where, ‘zuku?” the hand around his neck tightening its grip.

“Or are you too fucked out to answer Mommy now? Huh?” you huffed into the curve of his neck.

“Mm, mhm,” he tried to nod, but not getting too far with your hand keeping him in place.

“S-so good, wanna cum, pleaseee m-mommy,”

“Who do you belong to, baby?” you loosened your grip on his neck.

“Y-you, wanna cum- ahh,” you cut him off when you thrusted into him as deep as you could, drawing out a lower moan from his lips.

“Nuh-uh, try that again baby”

“T-to mommyy hah~”

“What was that?” You slowed your pace to as slow as it had been when you started.

“To mommy! P-please fuck me, wanna cum for you- FUCK” his pleads were cut off with quick and harsh thrusts, his orgasm was the only goal you had in mind at this point.

“I belong to mommy, I belong to mommy, to mommy, mommy, m-mommy, p-please oh fuck fuckfuckfuck”

“It’s okay, baby, you can cum” you whispered into his already sensitive ear and squeezed his throat, increasing the pleasure and sending him farther into his fucked out state.

He managed to stutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ letting out a slur of whines and moans and sloppily rutting into the sheets as he came while you were still buried into him from behind.

“Thats a good boy”

#mha smut #bnha smut #Izuku smut #deku smut #deku x y/n #deku x you #deku x reader #bottom izuku #bottom deku #deku imagine #Izuku imagine #deku x reader smut #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #I wrote this instead of doing assignments #no regrets though #dekus a pretty crier #it’s canon idc #deku brainrot

[byima]

Six Weeks at the Blofis’s pt.3

a brand new chapter since i promised @skaterannabeth. read on AO3 where I’m posting the full story.

pt 3: spread across the pillowcase

There’s something digging into his thigh.

It’s fine. He can just… move away... 

He flips drowsily from his stomach to his back. 

Perfect.

...

Nope. 

It's back. And it’s brought company; something burrowing into his armpit, another thing tickling his side.

It's been a futile bob between conscious and unconscious, ongoing for the past hour, he’s tried to ignore the restless activity invading his sleep space but it’s, like, physiologically impossible. His body says “disregard it, go to sleep,” his mind says “wake up bitch, who ya tryna fool?”

He inhales sharply, bringing his arm down from behind his head to find Estelle’s body pressed to his side. The little monster. The little space hungry, touchy, adult-activity-inhibiting monster. 

“Stelle…” he grumbles. He rubs his hand down her arm, trying to get her to ease up so maybe they can all get a little more rest. There isn’t even any morning light bleeding through the blinds, just the dull yellow of streetlamps and other city constants.

Then his sister makes a quiet, whimpering noise that almost sounds like a sob.

“Estelle?” He’s less sleepy now, voice clearing as a niggling sense of alarm creeps in. He repeats her name. “Estelle?”

She shakes her face into the side of his chest and weakly whispers, “I don’t feel good.” 

He’s already sitting up, having put that much together through his own half-awake observations. His hand had slid from her arm to feel her face and neck, clammy to touch, and her hair, sticking to her skin with sweat. Worry makes his heart thump, and he pulls her up with him.

“Oh no, com’mere,” he helps her crawl into his lap and hugs her close.

He doesn’t know how long she’d been laying there, uneasy and quietly uncomfortable, but it was enough for her to crumble at the first sign of brotherly concern. She holds him tight, and he can feel the slight shake of her slight frame as she begins to cry. 

“My tummy is hurting,” her voice hitches.

“Right here?” He presses his palm to her abdomen.

She nods mournfully.

He gives her belly a comforting rub, sliding his hand under the too small pajama top to lightly palpate.

“Do you feel like throwing up?”

She shakes her head stubbornly. “I don’t like throwing up.”

Annabeth begins to stir. 

“Shit,” he glances over Estelle’s head to check if his blonde, not-at-all-a-morning-person wife is awake.

“That’s a bad word.”

“I know,” Percy shifts up the bed then swings his legs over the side so he can stand to his feet, baby sister light cargo in his arms. “Don’t tell mom, okay? We’re gonna go to the bathroom.” She nods into his shoulder.

Out the bedroom they go, Percy treading lightly, slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Down the short hall, through the door on the left- 

“Ow,” Estelle complains half-heartedly. Percy had bumped her against the bathroom door frame. He apologizes.

In the next thirty minutes, it becomes quite clear to Percy that Estelle was not lying when she said she didn’t like throwing up. He sits on the tub while she kneels by the toilet, spitting unconvincingly.

He tries to assure her she’ll feel better if she just lets it happen. She shakes her head, stone-faced, refusing to swallow or, like, breathe, when the nausea hits her.

He leaves her in the bathroom for a moment to tell Paul what’s going on. It’s a little before 6 a.m. at that point, and Paul is getting ready for work. His step-dad is immediately concerned and a little stressed; Sally is away at a creative writing conference in Jersey, they’re one parent down, and calling for a sub this late is always a nightmare.

“It’s a bug that’s been going around her class.” They’re back in the master bathroom, after checking on Estelle. “I really hoped she wouldn’t catch it,” Paul says, impatiently dragging the razor from cheekbone to jaw.

“Don’t stress about it.” Percy tiredly rubs his hand into the back of his neck, watching their reflections in the bathroom mirror without really processing. “I’m off, I got her.”

He returns to the bathroom to find Estelle curled into a fetal position on the bath mat. He’s picked her up and is sitting on the tubs edge holding her while she dozes when Annabeth peers in.

“She’s not feeling well,” he explains.

“You gonna stay with her?”

He nods.

She leans against the door frame and he asks, “What do you have going on today?

“Same as the last few weeks.” She shrugs. “I checked my phone-” he shakes his head because she should have known better, “I know. Thirty-plus emails from the legal team.” 

“Why’d you check your email first thing?”

“Because I’m a masochist.”

He winces in empathy. 

Then he stands and inclines his head towards the shower behind him. “Go ahead, I’m just gonna take her back to bed.”

They negotiate the small space, Percy, with a half-asleep Estelle like dead weight in his arms, drops a kiss on Annabeth’s forehead and a quiet “good morning.” She makes a noise in agreement, touching his arm and Estelle’s head briefly as he passes before hitting the lights and grabbing her toothbrush.

Good morning indeed.

----

 9:15 a.m.

“Paul told me Estelle woke up with a stomach bug.”

“Yeah.” Percy leans on his elbow against the counter, cradling his phone in his hand.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s sleeping right now- Listen, Ma.”

“What is it hun?”

“She refuses to throw up.”

Sally sighs, and he watches her face twist into a frown. “I know. She had a bad experience a couple years ago,” she looks at Percy through the screen, shaking her head, “and ever since then she’s had this thing about not vomiting.”

“So she’s gonna wait for it to come out the other end?”

“No.” Sally sighs again. “She’ll throw up. She’s just going to fight it until it’s right upon her.”

Percy’s face twists in horror. “So you’re telling me, I’ve got a seven-year-old in my bed who’s basically a high pressure cooker full of vomit, liable to go off at any moment?”

“Yes-”

“Oh gods, this is just not ideal-”

“I don’t know what to say. Stay on your toes. Prepare to wash your sheets.”

“Thanks. For the advice. Much appreciated.”

She cracks a wan smile. “Take the phone to her?”

“She’s asleep.”

“I know. I just wanna see her.”

“Alright. Come with me.”

-----

11:07 a.m.

Percy pushes her hair from her face.

“You have to throw up, Stelle.”

She shakes her head slightly, curled in a ball on the bed, holding herself tightly.

“You’ll feel so much better, I promise.”

“I just want to sleep.”

He looks at her for a moment and then stands.

“I’m gonna go to the grocery store really quick Stelle Belle. I’ll be back before you notice.”

She doesn’t have much to offer beyond a weak nod.

“You’ll be okay? For like fifteen minutes? Not gonna burn anything down?”

She doesn’t respond, she’s half-asleep again, she hardly slept the night before and she hasn’t been much better during the day. He just adjusts her slightly, making sure she’s on her side so she doesn’t like, asphyxiate on her vomit in her sleep.

“Annabeth’s iPad is right here. You call or text if you need something, alright?”

Nothing.

----

11:31 a.m.

He hustles back in from the grocery store, depositing the paper bags on the kitchen counter before going upstairs to check on her. She’s still knocked out. He leaves her sleeping, going back down to unpack the Gatorade bottles and saltines he’d picked up, then he returns to the bedroom, a pack of saltines in one hand and a cup of water in the other.

She looks so small and pale. For all the bickering and teasing the two of them get up to, he loves her dearly, for the person she is and for the blood that runs through them both.

But he’s tired, too, and when he climbs into the bed to watch over her, he falls asleep in minutes.

-----

12:47 p.m.

Estelle sits up groggily, waking Percy from his light nap. Then in a blink she lurches to the side and vomits on the bedspread, on the pillows, everywhere.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” He’s on his feet as fast as a cartoon character.

He picks her up immediately, hands under her armpits, she’s crying, and carries her to the bathroom. They step inside, he sets her down and she vomits again before they even reach the toilet, her brother being her unintentional target. She’s crying harder, he’s swearing, panicking, trying to ignore the puke soaking his sweat pants and guide her the couple steps to the toilet, she vomits again, and on a stupid impulse, he cups his hands to catch it. He screeches in horror. And shoves her bodily towards the toilet.

She’s finally vomiting into the only place vomit should ever go, and Percy, in a semi-mindless haze, his only thought, I have puke in my hands, I have puke in my hands, thoughtlessly dumps her grotesque gift into the sink. He regrets it as soon as he attempts to wash the chunky greenish brownish orangish sludge from his hands and the sink refuses to drain.

“Fuckfuckfucking shit.” It’s his non-stop mantra at this point.

“Those are bad words,” Estelle moans.

“Fuck, Estelle I know that, I’m sorry.”

He forcibly shuts his mouth, the corners turning down in a grimace as he takes in the wreckage. The sink, the floor, his pants- Zeus’ beard, the fucking sheets. He yanks free five or six sheets of paper towels and dries off his hands, then attempts a rough wipe down of the counter.

“How are you doing down there?”

“Fine.” She coughs and spits a little. “I feel a lot better.”

----

3:45 p.m.

“So what’s your favorite flavor Gatorade?”

She points at the orange bottle. “This one.”

“The orange? Oh come on. How boring.”

“I’m not boring. That’s the best one, in my opinion.” She lifts her legs onto the chair so she can sit crisscross applesauce. “What’s your favorite?”

“What do you think?”

“The blue one.”

“Bingo.”

“I already knew that because you’re very predictable.”

“Me?”

“Mhm.”

They hear the front door open and then Paul announces his arrival.

“In here Daddy!”

Paul, who came home as soon as his last class ended, finds them in the kitchen sitting at the table before a row of partially empty Gatorade bottles. There’s a rainbow of colors represented, from red, orange, yellow, all the way to blues and pinks.

He asks, “How’d things go today?” despite having received an update from Percy less than an hour ago.

“It was okay. I throwed up a lot,” she leans against her dad’s leg when he comes up to her side, “but Percy cleaned it all up and we ate toast and crackers and did a Gatorade tasting contest and I went to sleep on the couch because Percy had to wash the sheets.”

“The sheets?” Paul’s eyes dart over to Percy, who’s standing as he picks up the bottle of blue Gatorade.

“Yeah. I throwed up on the sheets and Percy too.”

Percy is shaking his head and sending Paul a look that says please stop. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

----

6:17 p.m.

“How’d things go with the sick one?”

“It was alright.”

Annabeth points her chin over to their bed. “New sheets on the bed."

He nods, affirming her observation without really answering the unasked question.

"What happened to the old ones?”

“In the dryer.”

She looks at him for a second, processing this new piece of information.

“Ew.”

Percy laughs slightly out of his nose. “Ew is the word for it. Ew on the bed. Ew on my pants. Ew in my hands.”

Annabeth stiffens in his arms. “She ew’ed into your hands?”

He holds his hands in a bowl shape in front of them. “It was a reflex.”

Annabeth is shifting out of his lap before he even finishes his statement. “I wish you hadn’t told me that.”

He laughs harder now, “Don’t make this weird. My hands are clean now.”

��But the images- ew Percy let me go, I can’t handle this.”

“So I take care of a kid with the stomach flu all day, and now I can’t touch you?”

She relents, relaxing back into his lap. She leans her head against his collar bone. They’re in the desk chair in their temporary bedroom, parked in front of the desk Annabeth had brought in so she could have a workstation in the house. Estelle is sleeping again in the bed, now made up in a new, clean set of sheets.

“You’re a good brother.”

“I’m the best brother.”

She snorts. “See, now that’s your last compliment from me, for at least a week.”

He squeezes her hip and asks, “How was your day?”

“It was good,” she says, like it surprises her.

“You sound surprised.”

“Well yeah.” She pats his chest to make sure she has his full attention. “I had all the emails and the legal nonsense to deal with in the morning.” He nods. “Then,” she pushes his chest for emphasis, “I spent the afternoon looking ahead to new projects and reminding myself why I love my job.”

“Tell me. Why do you love your job?”

“Oh gods,” she signs dreamily. “Where do I begin?”

Percy chuckles at the obvious delight infusing her whole form.

“I love the planning part. The ideas and the inspiration and the draft paper…” She trails off, Percy’s got a look on his face that she recognizes. “Are you listening to me?”

”Absolutely.” He lightly squeezes her waist. “Tell me more. Use your architectural lingo.”

”Like curvilinear forms…?”

“Mmm…” Percy grumbles in approval.

“And spatial composition…”

“Go on…” he’s working the top button of her shirt free.

“Charettes... and…” she’s distracted by his mouth on her exposed chest and his hand on her thigh.

“And what?”

“And building topology-”

He growls, “so sexy,” and shakes his face into her cleavage.

She tries to bite back her laugh, “Stop it you fiend.”

“I played with vomit all day. Just give me this,” he kisses up her neck, “one thing. And maybe I’ll forget about the way puke looks, spread across the pillowcase.”

“Oooo, tryna get me in the mood huh?”

“A little, yeah. Is it working?”

“Oh yeah. You know puke gets me going.”

“I thought so.” He brings her face to his and they kiss lazily. He pulls back, just barely, they’re still sharing breath.

“Chunky, pesto pasta puke.”

She shakes her head playfully and deadpans, “I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby.”

He pulls her closer and growls again and she shifts so she’s straddling him on the chair.

“Sorry. Didn’t know I was interrupting. Just checking on the sick kid.”

They pull apart. Annabeth holds a hand to the unbuttoned portion of her top and stands from Percy’s lap. “It’s alright,” she says. A knock would be nice, she thinks, leaning against the desk behind her.

“I’m fine Daddy.” Estelle surprises the couple by pushing the comforter down and sliding down from the bed.

“I think it’s time for more toast and Gatorade,” she states, making her way to her dad.

“Sounds good to me.” He rubs a hand over her bedhead. 

“Besides, they were starting to kiss too much. And I already throwed up enough today.”

“You should be nicer to me.” Percy calls.

She trots over, feet quick on the hardwood floor, and hugs him around the neck.

“Thank you.” She kisses his cheek, properly humbled and clearly pretty grateful.

“Am I the best?”

“No.”

She whines when he kisses her forehead and shimmies away.

“Don’t kiss me- see! They’re gonna do it again. Let’s go.”

Percy is on his feet dropping dramatic kisses on a laughing Annabeth’s face.

“They’re newlyweds, Stelle. Newlyweds kiss a lot.”

“No, Daddy, they're just weirdos.”

#mypjofic #six weeks at the blofis's #something new #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #pjo #percabeth #lot's of estelle #and percy being a lovely brother

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 22

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle.  It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes.  With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays.  Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

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Monday

When Malcolm woke the next morning, it was essentially perfect.  Bright sunlight streamed in through the window strong enough to penetrate gaps in the drawn bed curtains, birds chirped outside, and Rose Tyler was sprawled across him, sound asleep.

Not bothering to stop a beaming smile he just relaxed back into the pillows, wrapping one arm around Rose’s back while the other folded behind his head.  He didn’t have to check the clock to know it was early, too early to try to get up.  If he did the staff would drop what they were doing to attend to him, and he hated the thought of pulling them from their routine more than necessary.  It was a fact of life in a house like this that certain things had to be done before the family was up, and he didn’t want to disrupt that.

Besides, he was busy acting as a pillow for Rose.

The birdsong outside combined with her soft breathing into a soothing melody, and before he knew it, his eyes were once again slipping shut, sleep reclaiming him.

No matter; he was on his honeymoon.

A lie-in sounded perfect.

-

He woke from his dozing by Rose tensing suddenly against him, and his eyes flew open to find her staring up at him.

“I think someone’s in here,” she breathed, and he relaxed to know it wasn’t their position that bothered her.

“It’s probably the maid, opening the drapes, lighting the fire and bringing us tea,” he replied in kind, conscious that the girl could probably hear them; the curtains weren’t particularly thick.  “She’ll leave in a minute.”

Sure enough, several quiet moments later, the door shut firmly, louder than necessary; on a normal morning it would’ve been near silent, and he knew she’d done that to let them know she was gone without disturbing them.

“She’s gone,” he said in a normal tone.  “Sorry, should’ve warned you.”

Rose yawned, burrowing deeper into his embrace to his delight.  “S’okay.  Good to know, though.  Does she come in at the same time every day?”

“Nine o’clock unless told otherwise,” he confirmed.

“Mhmm, okay.  We’ll have to keep that in mind- don’t want her catching us… in the middle of anything.”  She glanced up at him with a coy little smirk, and he had to swallow twice to even attempt a reply.

“Uh huh.”  Smooth, he cursed himself, tongue-tied; his imagination was running rampant, and at any moment she could shift and feel-

Her small grunt of surprise as she did just that had his cheeks flaming, and he stared up at the ceiling in mortification.

“Um…”

She wriggled around next to him, a weight a moment later on his shoulder telling him she hadn’t run away, had instead moved slightly closer.  “You said we were meeting Jack for breakfast,” she murmured.  “How much time do we have?”

Eyes widening he glanced down at her, surprised to find a barely-banked fire burning in her gaze, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“Guh.”

Her expression cleared, a smile growing, and she reached up, patting his cheek.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break you.  Maybe tomorrow morning.”  Sitting up, she bent down and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth; not quite a proper kiss, but far more than a friendly peck.  “D’you mind if I use the loo first?”

And she was gone, padding across the room, leaving him in a befuddled state.

“Okay.”

It was going to be a deliciously unbearable day.

-

They went down to breakfast once again hand in hand, and more than once Rose had to use that connection to keep Malcolm from walking into a wall or door frame.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her, a big, dopey grin permanently etched on his often-severe face.  She wasn’t entirely sure what had him in such a good mood; the previous night was a bit hazy starting mid-dessert, though some things were clear- how he’d cared for her while she was sick, how safe and comfortable he made her feel.  She vaguely remembered being in the library, and a serious conversation, but the details were gone.  She considered telling him that, asking what they had discussed, but was slightly embarrassed about all of it.

Entering the dining room she found serving plates on warmers covered in all the fixings of a full-English- eggs and bangers, beans, blood pudding, oatmeal, pancakes, waffles, toast…  The spread covered half the table, smelling and looking incredible, and her stomach rumbled in response.

“Hungry?” Malcolm teased, releasing her hand in favor of putting his own at the small of her back, guiding her forward.  “Dig in.”

“Alright.”  Picking up a warm plate she took a little bit of most things, waiting until Malcolm had filled his own before going towards the other end of the table, where three place settings were arranged.  He took the head of the table and she settled on his right-hand side, and was just taking her first bite when the door opened again and Jack burst in, larger than life.

“Good morning honeymooners!” he boomed, efficiently fixing his own plate before joining them.  “How was your first night in Scotland?” he asked Rose with a wink and a smirk, making Malcolm groan.

“Jack-”

“Absolutely brilliant,” she interrupted, taking a sip of her orange juice and finding that it was, in fact, a mimosa, barely able to refrain from coughing in surprise.  “Bloody hell, is everyone trying to get me drunk?”

Malcolm laughed.  “Sorry, I think they’re just trying to impress you.  Want regular juice?”

She pursed her lips, considering.  “No, it’s fine- I just wasn’t expecting it on a Monday morning.  But, we are on holiday, aren’t we?”

“Don’t worry,” Jack smirked from across from her, “it would take a lot of drinking for someone of your new status to be considered an alcoholic, and even more to raise any eyebrows.  No one’s judging.”

“I highly doubt that, but appreciate the support,” she said dryly.  “Now, where are you taking us on this tour this morning?”

-

“I don’t know about this,” Rose whispered to Malcolm, biting her lower lip in worry.  They were standing a few hundred meters from the back of the house at the stables, a beautiful chestnut horse in front of her, waiting for her to mount it.  “I’ve never been on a horse before.”  A horse groom was holding the beast steady and still, hopefully out of hearing distance.

“You’ll be alright,” Malcolm soothed.  “I promise- Tardis is the sweetest horse in the world, perfect for you.  Just, try to be confident and it’ll be fine.  She’ll sense your fear.”

“That… doesn’t really help.”  Sighing, Rose rolled her shoulders back and nodded.  “Okay, let’s do this.”

“That’s my girl.”

He guided her to the steps, helping her up and onto the horse and making sure she got settled, occasionally pausing to talk to the horse and pat it.  He was clear and concise, and by the end of his impromptu lecture, she was feeling somewhat better about the idea.  “You know, there are easier ways to kill me for my inheritance,” she joked weakly, as he moved across to his own horse and swung himself up easily.  “This seems like a lot of effort.”

Her husband just laughed, the bastard, and trotted his horse over to hers.  “Sit up straight, keep hold of the reins, and stay centered,” he instructed.  “You’ll be brilliant.”  Reaching over he smacked the horse’s rump, and she lurched forward.

“Oh fuck you,” she gasped, holding tightly to the reins, certain she was about to fall to her death as they rushed down the lane at what felt like an unreasonable speed.  “Fuck you, fuck you, fuckfuckfuck- hey!  I’m doing it!”

“That’s it!” he cheered, and she didn’t dare look back, letting the horse go where it liked; a moment later Malcolm appeared out of the corner of her eye, pulling abreast of her.  “Here we go.”

Jack was just ahead, waiting for them at a crossroads, and watched them approach with a grin.  “Ready?”

His eyes widened as she continued on past him, and she called back, “How do I stop this thing?”

Their laughter was utterly unhelpful, and she swore that as soon as she was off the horse, she would kill them both- if she didn’t die first herself.

-

She slid off the horse in an entirely undignified way right into Malcolm’s waiting arms, clinging to him as her legs trembled, fighting to keep her upright.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he murmured in her ear, effortlessly holding her up.  “You did it!  I’m so proud of you.”

Rose just whimpered in response, resting her forehead against his sternum, panting for breath.  It had been terrifying and exhilarating, and while she could see the appeal, she’d rather keep both feet on the ground.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”  He leaned back to see her face, concern etched across his.  “Rose.”

“Please don’t make me do that again,” she whispered, pleading, cutting a nervous glance towards Jack, who was several feet away on the other side of the road with his and Malcolm’s horses, tying the reins to a tree.  “I can’t- please, Malcolm.”

“Okay.”  He didn’t hesitate, nodding.  “No problem.  Let’s have lunch for now, then we can figure out how to get back.”

She nodded in agreement, finally feeling stable enough to let go of him and stand on her own.  “Thank you.”

Malcolm kissed her forehead.  “Of course.”  Taking the reins from her he secured them to a tree as Jack had done, and led her out onto the riverbank towards where his cousin was setting out a picnic blanket.  It was a spectacular spot, with a view of the water and the farmland on the other side, secluded and peaceful.

“So, what did you think of the property?” Jack asked as they approached, looking up from where he unpacked the picnic basket.  “Rose?”

“It’s beautiful,” she enthused, dropping onto the ground and wincing.  “God, my arse is sore.”

“Don’t,” Malcolm cut in when Jack opened his mouth.  “Just- don’t.”

Rose snorted.  “Everything looks well-cared for.  I don’t know much about property management, but from an aesthetic view, it’s incredible.”

“I agree.  You seem to be doing an excellent job, Jack, thank you.  I have one or two concerns- ideas, really- but we can discuss them once we return to the house.  The most important question, though, is- what’s for lunch?”

Jack grinned.  “Oh, you’re gonna love this.”

-

They spent a good two hours sitting on the blanket under partially cloudy skies, trading stories and food containers, getting to know each other.  Rose was thrilled to hear about Malcolm in his younger years, but was thankful that Jack avoided the topic of Missy.  Jack’s own stories were barely believable, full of adventures and travel and sexual exploits that had her in near hysterics.

It was so enjoyable that by the time they packed up she’d almost forgotten any troubles, though they came rushing back as soon as they started towards the road and horses.

Rose stopped dead, tugging Malcolm to a halt, waiting until Jack had gotten some distance between them to whisper, “How are we getting back?”

His mouth tightened as he considered her.  “Is it riding by yourself that’s the problem, or horses in general?” he asked carefully.  “I can have Jack take Tardis back on her own and you can ride with me, or we can have him go back himself and come back for us in the Land Rover.  Or I suppose we could walk, but it’s a good five miles.”

She looked from him to the horses to the sky, weighing her options.  “Riding with you might be okay,” she hedged, “at least, I’m willing to try it.  Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Malcolm agreed immediately.  “We’ll start back, and you just let me know if we need to stop.  Let me just go tell Jack.”

“Okay.”

Wrapping her arms around herself she let him get a headstart, following a minute later.  By the time she arrived it had all been arranged, Jack on his horse holding the reins to Malcolm’s, Malcolm on hers- without the saddle, which she spotted a moment later with Jack.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked, looking up at him, worried.

“Yes.  I mean, it’s not the best idea, but for us, it’s fine.  Like I said, she’s as peaceful as they come.”

“But… there’s no saddle.”

“That’s easier for her, and more comfortable for us.  I promise, it’s okay- just take my hand, and I’ll pull you up.”

It took several tries, but eventually she was seated in front of him, pressed solidly against him.  He had one arm around her waist, anchoring her, the other held the reins.  “Now, it’ll take longer to get back,” Malcolm said, leaning forward slightly to talk into her ear, “but we’ll be going slow.  Even if something happens it’ll be minor.  Okay?”

“I trust you.”  Moving slowly and carefully she half-turned to meet his eye.  “I trust you.  Just… let’s go.”

“Okay.”  And then they started moving, and after several hundred meters, she started to relax back against him.

Though she hadn’t been thrilled at first at the idea it would take a while to return, and her thighs were absolutely killing her when she finally slid off back at the stable, it had been wonderful to spend so long pressed against Malcolm, his chest to her back, breathing together.  In some ways it had felt more intimate than when they’d gone to bed together two nights before, made her feel so much closer to him.

She wanted more of that closeness, but with more privacy and less clothing.

She couldn’t wait to go to bed that night.

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

[im-a-goner--foryou]

(dark Tony) King Tony wants his servant (Peter) for himself even knowing Peter already has someone (Stephen, Steve or something lol)

((fuckfuckfuck)) Tony is used to getting what he wants– and it’s not just because of his demanding attitude but also because of his royal position as King. Anything his Majesty wants, he’ll get; and it’s always worked out fine for him and everyone else, because it’s well known just the lengths Tony will go to get his way.

When the palace hires a new servant Tony isn’t particularly interested; he just hoped that the replacement will follow orders well. Turns out he needn’t worry, because the young servant- Peter- is all too eager to please, so very submissive, and quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Just on the right side of delicately small, all spangly smooth limbs, lean muscles and porcelain skin, Peter is extraordinarily pretty. The first time the king laid eyes on him, shifting nervously on his feet with a plush bottom lip bitten a blooming red between his teeth, he had thought for a moment that the boy was a concubine; if it weren’t for the grey robes he and all the other servants wore. The slight look of fear on his face did wonders for him– he looked so innocent and yet like sin incarnate, and Tony never was good at resisting temptation. When the precious little thing had spoke, his voice was one of a hesitant, soft gentleness.

“It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness,” the boy said meekly. Tony responded with a wolfish smile, showing off all his canines in a quick flash, and it has its intended outcome; the servant blushed a pretty pink up to the tips of his ears. “Uh, I-Is there anything you wish for at the moment?”

To which Tony had thought, ‘yes. I want you down on your knees now, and I want you to open that cherry red mouth up for me and suck my cock off till I come all over that pretty face of yours.’ And he would have said it too, if the boy had not looked barely a day over sixteen. He instead settles for a careless wave of dismissal, lounging back on his throne and bearing the same heavily practiced expression of indifference– all while his mind churned. Blushing impossibly brighter, the kid had bowed quickly, almost stumbling over himself in the process, before practically racing form the room; with one last shy glance over his shoulder.

Tony wants him.

He finds out that the boy’s name is Peter, that he’s seventeen (still a child, and still illegal– to commoners that is). And he learns that he has a boyfriend, who happens to be Tony’s advisor; Stephen Strange. Peter was taken, that much the king has expected– anyone would have to be blind to not fall for the pretty looks of him, the captivating way he carries himself. Still, seeing the other man being able to freely touch all those miles of pale creamy skin, to claim those pink pouty lips in a kiss while they walk together in the royal gardens hand in hand– it enrages him, makes him burn with jealousy. Peter is his, and he never wants anyone else touching his baby boy ever again if he can help it; and oh, he can.

He starts requesting for Peter more often, luring him into a sense of security by treating with with gentle politeness, so as not to scare him off; when all the king wants to do is bend that lithe body over his throne and tear those robes off, fuck the boy until he’s making the most beautiful breathy moans. But no, he hides these dark intentions behind warm smiles and friendly words while Peter helps him clean his chambers. He warms up fairly quickly, soon daring to meet Tony’s gaze with bright honey eyes and talking to him with chirpy syrup-sweet words, instead of the hesitant stutters of before.

The king is thrilled– after all, he doesn’t want to scare off his prey. Peter is like a newborn fawn, all doe eyed and delicate limbs, and when Tony has finally lured the pretty little thing right into his trap he’ll pounce and claim what's rightfully his.

[maevefiction]

Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 26

Watching Tom pace while clothed was always a delightful show…seeing him do it completely nude with his fully erect cock wobbling back and forth like a metronome was more on the scale of a Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. I bit my lip as I walked slowly towards him, pausing at the end of the dresser to slip off my shoe, bracelet and earrings. He froze momentarily upon seeing me, then raced over, hands groping my breasts as he gnawed on my neck.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I eased him up and back. His glare made me quiver, but I stuck to my plan, smiling coyly. “Thomas, will you get on the bed for me please?”

He flung himself down, on his back, arms and legs spread wide, mouth open, tongue out and resting in the left corner.

I shook my head. “Sorry, but despite how glorious you look in that position, I need you up on your hands and knees, please. As close to the bottom as you can get and still be comfortable, head facing the railing.”

His mouth closed as he sat up, eyes questioning. A deep breath followed, the question fading, then replaced with curiosity as he rolled over and did as I asked, knees pressed together beneath him, head down between his arms.

I walked to stand directly behind him. “Thomas, I’m sure you know this already, but your ass…it’s a fucking masterpiece.” My left hand reached out, fingertips caressing it, feather light touches that made him twitch. “Firm, yet soft…like a perfectly ripe fruit. Craning my head back, I discerned which fruit. “A peach. A ripe, juicy peach. Mmm.” Leaning down low, I bit one cheek gently, then slapped the other when he tried to pull away, the sound of my hand striking his flesh making both of us groan.

Both my hands moved to his thighs as I attempted to pry them apart. I might as well have been trying to pick up Mjolnir. “Babe, move your knees out and open those legs for me.”

Head shaking, he spoke quietly. “I don’t think I can.”

I moved to the side of the bed, rested one hand on his back and one knee on the mattress, bent down, then peered at his face from underneath him. His cock had turned deep red and was dripping on the bedspread. “Totally fine if you don’t want to. Will you tell me why, though?”

“Maude, I…I’m not exactly sure where you’re going with this though I think I have a pretty good idea and…I want you to, god how I want you to…but…I…I…guess part of me is nervous that you’ll think I’m less of a man for having an appetite for such a thing. Which sounds thoroughly asinine when I say it. Pure social conditioning, and a concept that I don’t condone or willingly accept. But at the moment it’s getting the best of me, I’m afraid.”

My lips crashed against his, tongue ramming against his teeth until he opened to me and sucked it into his mouth, balancing on one hand as the other twined in my hair, holding me in place as we kissed ourselves breathless.  

I pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Want to know what I think?”

His lips curled up in a small smile. “Yes.”

Pinching his nipple, I ran my tongue over his lips before I spoke. “The only reason you said yes is because you know I’m going to tell you anyway. As per usual.” The smile grew wider. “Allowing yourself to be completely and totally vulnerable in the presence of the person you love, revealing your deepest, most secret desires, then letting that person help you fulfill them…if we’re equating manhood with bravery, as is ‘the norm’ within stereotypical societal constructs, it doesn’t get any manlier than THAT. Plus, I really, REALLY need to TAAAASTTTE you, Thomas. I want to watch you squirm on my tongue and…”

His knees slid across the bedspread so quickly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d gotten rug burn on both of them. As I backed out from beneath him, he lowered himself onto his elbows, forehead down and resting on a pillow, ass up in the air. My hand moved down his back, index finger working into the crack of his ass as far as I could reach. Kissing him on the temple, I got off the bed and returned to my spot behind him, my breath expelling in a whoosh at the sight of him wide open before me.

“Hiddleston. Even your asshole is perfect.”

He chuckled, peeking around himself to meet my gaze. “Is it? I’ll have to take your word for it, I suppose, as I’ve yet to see it with my own eyes.”

“Want me to take a picture for you?”

“No. God no.”

I shrugged. “Your loss, my friend.” Reaching out with my right hand, I stroked along, downward, from pucker to balls, taking them in my hand and rolling gently, then allowing them to dangle once again as I began to massage his perineum with three fingers. “Tell me what you like and what you don’t as we go, okay?”

“That. I like that. What you’re doing. That.” I pressed harder, looking for the spot that would make him shudder. Somewhere around three quarters and halfway between, I found it. “MAUDE…the fuck…GOD…” Fingers still rubbing but with barely any pressure, I leaned in and licked a stripe from them up and over his pucker. He moaned, a long, deep rumble that seemed to come from his toes, hips thrusting reflexively. “Maaauuuudddeee…ohmyfuckinggod…”

I stopped massaging and slapped his left ass cheek. “Thomas, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

He whined and pushed his ass back towards me. “More. Please. More.”

Using both hands, I spread his cheeks apart further and began circling the rim around his hole with my tongue, over and over, pausing now and again to push the tip against his entrance, testing. Teasing. A muffled chant of ‘OhohohOH’ ensued, interrupted by an occasional grunt, until I finally breached him, tongue wiggling its way inside. He screamed my name, bucking forward and breaking contact, then pushed back towards me again, panting, chest heaving. Back to work I went, going deeper and deeper until my mouth met his flesh and I began sucking full force as my tongue circled against his walls.

The noises that escaped his lips were ones I hadn’t heard before…an orchestra of shrill cries, gentle squeaks, every vowel sound known to mankind…all drawn out at first then increasing in speed as I fucked him with my tongue. When I knew he was hanging by his fingertips at the edge of the cliff, I withdrew.

“NO! NO! DON’T STOP NOW. NO! NOT NOW! AAAARRGGGHHHH!”

The forcefulness of his response startled me initially, then made me snicker as I wondered if that’s how I sounded when he did the same thing to me. I didn’t reply, instead taking a step back and over to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer where I kept my toys, hoping find some lube. There was an unopened box, and much to my surprise it wasn’t past its expiration date. It wasn’t something I normally required, but I tried to keep some around for those occasions when I was in the mood for some solo butt fun. I ripped the box lid off, pulled out the tube and cracked the top open. Tom had turned to look at me again, craning his neck as he tried to figure out what the fuck I was doing.

His face scrunched up as he smiled apologetically. “Sorry about that, love. Got lost in the moment.”

Furrowing my brow, I tapped my chin and raised my eyes skyward, then looked at him, pointing while I stepped forward. “Funny, I know exactly how you feel. Wonder why that is?”

“Ah. Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

I nodded as I turned the tube upside down and began to squeeze. “Speaking of cold…” It hit his skin and he jumped, a good amount winding up in my hand as I reached out to catch it. Why, I had not a clue. Automatic reaction for clumsy people, probably. Figuring I might as well put it to good use, I coated my right index finger liberally, then spread what landed on him all around his entrance.

He couldn’t see what I was up to, but my intent was obvious. “Maude…lord…are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?” His hands grabbed the pillow and I fully expected it to explode in a cloud of feathers.

“I am. Is that okay?”

“Yes. Yes. Please do. Yes.”

The tip of my finger probed the opening, noting that my tongue had actually loosened him up quite a bit. “I’m going to go really, really slow. Tell me if I hurt…” Before I could finish, he’d pushed himself back and onto my finger, groaning as it slipped inside him, still pushing even when his ass was flush against my hand. I snorted. “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?” I slid it out, then back in, out, then in, fucking him with it as he began to circle his hips.

“Maude, I…need…need…” I stopped thrusting, holding my index finger steady with just the very top portion still inside him, rested my middle and ring fingers along the rim, then pulled down gently with them as I pushed upward with the other. Using my left hand, I added more lube and watched all three fingers glide into his body with only minimal resistance.

“Fuckfuckfuck that feels so fucking GOOD fuck me please fuck me PLEASE FUCK ME.” I complied, spurred on by his breathless moans and rocking hips, rubbing against the softness of him with the pads of my fingers as I searched for his prostate. Once I’d made note of its location, I began thrusting vigorously, the wetness from my pussy lips beginning to trickle down my thighs. I placed my right knee on the bed between his legs, then reached around his left side to take his cock in hand.

“Ohgodohgodohgod yes, Maude, YES.”

The residual lube allowed me to stroke him quickly, keeping rhythm with the fingers in his ass, his hips pivoting wildly, unsure of whether to focus his thrusting forward into my left hand or backward onto my right one.

“I don’t…I can’t…which…oh fuck, FUCK…not long…coming…hold…please…want you…” He trailed off, babbling wordlessly as I ceased thrusting and pressed a finger firmly into his prostate, still stroking and squeezing his cock. His body stiffened, head raised and mouth open in a silent scream as he orgasmed, then began to shudder, the muscles of his sphincter contracting so hard upon my fingers that it was actually painful. Hot come spurted out of him in time with the contractions, an abnormally copious amount, coating my hand and running down my forearm, his hips jerking frantically against my touch.

Releasing the pressure on his prostate, I removed my fingers as I put my other knee up on the bed, pausing to observe his asshole as it first gaped, then winked repeatedly as it desperately sought something to clench down on. Settling my pelvis against his cheeks, I reached around his right side, arm across his chest, lowering my body to rest lightly on top of him, his cock still in my hand, softening slowly. He was whimpering, barely audible, shudders still wracking him intermittently.

I peppered the spot between his shoulder blades with kisses. “You okay?” He didn’t reply. “Tom? Okay?” Still nothing. “Thomas?”

He rolled over underneath me and pulled me to his chest, nodding as he buried his face in my hair, his breathing labored, body soaked in sweat. I granted him a momentary reprieve, then rose up on my knees, his legs now on either side of mine, my hands lightly caressing his upper arms. “Hiya, baby.”

His eyelids kept closing halfway, then opening wide as he struggled to stay with me, respirations returning to normal, smiling softly as he spoke, voice ragged. “Maude.”

I grinned. “Damn, I was hoping I’d done such a good job that you’d forget my name.”

One hand caressed my lower back as the other reached up to cup my jaw. “I forgot my own fucking name for a bit there.” The hand fell from my jaw as he lowered his arm, such a simple gesture completely exhausting him.

My eyes roamed over his countenance, chuckling. “Thomas, you look thoroughly fucked out. Why don’t you get some rest…”

His head twisted back and forth on the pillow. “No. You still haven’t…”

I leaned forward, my face hovering above his. “I intended for this to be all about YOU, not about me…” His hand wormed between my legs, and as I peered back and under myself I witnessed his cock twitch as he discovered that my thighs were like a slip-and-slide. “Dude, did I really just see what I think I saw?” He rubbed my mound through the playsuit and it happened again. And again. I groaned. “Fucking HELL, Hiddleston.”

I pushed his hand away and wriggled off the bed. “You’re going to rest up here, and I’m going to go take a shower. These pasties are itching like…I don’t know what, but I DO know that I want them OFF. And the makeup too. If you’re still awake when I’m done you have my express permission to fuck me into the mattress. If you’re asleep, I’m letting you stay that way. Sound acceptable?”

He sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist, his head against my belly. “Mmm hmm. And Maude?” Face upturned, the look in his eyes floored me. I saw love there, and contentment…and trust. Deep, abiding, trust. “Thank you.”

“You’re very, very welcome, my love. I’m honored to have been your first.”

“And you’ll be my last.” Rising shakily to his feet, his mouth found mine, exploring the taste of himself on my lips and tongue. I felt him smiling as he pulled away. “You know, that’s not half bad, is it?”

I shook my head, grinning. “No. It isn’t. Salty, and a little sour. Not what I expected at all.”

He leaned back, hands on my shoulders. “What do you mean, not what you expected?”

My head tilted to the side. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”

His mouth dropped open, then closed. “Had you not done…that…before?”

“Given a guy a rim job? Nope. Never really fingered anyone to such an extent, either…”

His brows rose quizzically, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “You’ve never. Never before.”

I roared with laughter. “Erotica, Thomas. Erotica. In addition to getting your rocks off, it serves as an incredibly useful instructional tool. Taught me everything I could ever wish to know. Aaaandd some things I didn’t.”

He joined me in laughing, then rubbed his half hard cock against me. “You should probably shower now.”

“Yep. Going. You rest.”

“I will.”

He lied. I’d barely bagged the boot and stepped under the spray when I heard him tromping down the steps.

“Thomas? What are you doing?”

I saw his shadow as he walked into the bathroom. “Using the facilities, if you don’t mind. And then I’m going to dig around in your cabinets and hope I find something edible.” He washed his hands and exited, off on his foraging adventure. Which would probably turn out to be an epic failure, because unless he enjoyed stale potato chips he was most likely shit out of luck.

I washed my face first, scrubbing as best I could without losing a contact lens. When I saw how icky the cloth was I suddenly remembered why I rarely bothered with ‘putting on a face’. What a fucking hassle, and the thing of it was, if you dolled yourself up every day what were you supposed to do for a special occasion? Better to go au naturel as often as possible…then when the time came and you had to dress up, you’d look…different, at least. Hair came next, and I was relieved to smell the scent of my orange and vanilla shampoo instead of styling product. As I was rinsing I heard crunching, and I just HAD to poke my head out of the curtain to see what the fuck he was eating. Tom was standing in the doorway, naked, with a box of Honey Nut Cheerios in one hand, the other tossing handfuls into his mouth one after the other.

“Just so you know, I don’t even remember buying those. Did you check the expiration date?”

He shrugged, chewing nosily. “I care not a whit. They’re DELICIOUS.”

Shaking my head, I closed the curtain and stared down at the pasties, remembering that Veronica had mentioned hot water would make them pliable enough to get some oil under. Oil. Fuck. Did I have oil? I poked my head out of the curtain again.

“Hey, will you do me a favor?”

One hand shot to his hip, resting there as he listed to one side. “Depends.”

“Well, if you ever want to see my nipples again you should probably say yes, unquestionably.”

The hand rose to chest level and extended out to me, palm up. “Tell me what you need, my lady.”

“Oil. There might be some olive or vegetable in the kitchen…I doubt it, but one never knows…”

He grinned at me. “Be right back.”

I used the massager with the water cranked up as high as I could stand it, first on one side, then the other, while I waited. Tom’s voice reached me from the hallway. “Nope, not a drop. But I have an idea.”

I heard him on the stairs again, and wondered what the fuck he thought he was going to find up in the loft. Sighing, I leaned my head against the shower wall in defeat, only to be interrupted by him flinging the curtain open and handing me an ancient bottle of Patchouli oil.

“Shit, where did you find THAT?”

“At the back of the little drawer where you keep perfume collection.”

“This is like, from, COLLEGE.” Shaking my head, I held it up to the light. “Nothing growing in it. Fuck it, I’m using it. These need to come off.” Opening the bottle carefully so I didn’t spill it all over, I covered the top with my finger and tipped it, then rubbed my finger around the edge of the right pastie, pulling it back enough to be able to pour a few drops down inside. A few wiggles and tugs later, it was off and sitting in the soap dish, quickly joined by the other one, though I’d dumped out way more oil than I intended that time around. As I screwed the cap down, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Tom was standing, staring, cock in hand. I took a step toward him and slipped, my dumbass-self forgetting that oil + water + tile = DANGER WILL ROBINSON. He caught me before I had the chance to attempt to do so on my own, my slippery chest pressed hard against him, his upper body inside the shower, lower half in the safe zone.

“Christ, woman…that was too close. You all right?”

I nodded and straightened up with his assistance, leaning my back against the rear wall of the shower. “Oh yeah. I’m good. Nice catch there. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, love. I’ll clean this up so you can finish showering…and I want you to stay right there while I do.”

I grinned. “Sir, yes sir.”

He growled against my neck as he reached for the liquid soap and the washcloth I’d been using, then squatted and wiped down the entire shower floor. The water from the rain head and the massager created the most alluring smacking sounds as it hit his skin, his back muscles rippling in the torrent from above. When he stood to rinse he glanced at me, eyes roaming up and down, tongue darting out to lick his wet lips. After thoroughly rinsing the soap down the drain, he hung the massager back in its spot, closed the curtain and knelt in front of me, cock fully erect.

Placing one hand on his head, I ruffled his wet hair playfully. “Dude, that is SO bad for your knees.”

“Shut it, Maude, and lift that right leg for me.” As I did, he slid closer to me and hefted it over his shoulder, exposing my pussy, a tiny bit of fuzz beginning to grow back in. While I pondered whether or not it would be difficult to get a Brazilian wax in London, he spread my lips open and took my clit between his teeth, shaking gently, then letting go in order to suck it into his mouth and work it back and forth with his tongue.

My head fell back against the wall, eyes closed as I bit my lip. “Thomas. Fucking A.”

He continued until I began to hump his face, then tipped my hips toward him and thrust his tongue inside me, thumb rubbing my nub in slow circles. I ground myself against him harder as his tongue moved in and out, paused to circle, then resumed its thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK that feels AMAZING. Do NOT stop. Please. I want to come all over your face, Thomas. DO NOT STOP.” He increased the pressure on my clit and began rubbing it furiously, tongue working its magic faster and faster until the coil of sexual tension that had been building inside me all day unwound in a chorus of fucks, ohmygods, and Toms with a bit of wailing and moaning singing backup. Before I’d completely finished he was standing, lifting my leg with him, hooking his arm under the other as well and telling me to wrap them around his waist, pushing himself inside me as he bit down on my lower lip, sliding me up and pressing me to the wall, hands gripping my ass and thighs tightly as I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand in his hair and pressing his forehead to mine, the other holding his shoulder.

He’d raised me up so we were face to face, mouths open and tongues tangling sloppily in open air. Every thrust lifted me a bit higher up the wall to the point where I was an inch taller than him, his hips circling as his cock drove into me over and over again. I lost myself in him, eyes closed, trying to kiss him but often missing and licking his face, his jaw, him gripping mine in his teeth, noses rubbing against each other, until he began speaking between grunts.

“You love the way my cock feels inside you, don’t you, Maude?” A grunt from him, a nod from me. “How it fills you completely?” Grunt and nod. “Your pussy positively aches for it, doesn’t it? All day, all night, only finding relief when I’m pounding into you again and again, stretching your walls to their very limit, yes?” A frantic nod and a breathless ‘uh huh’ from me, followed by my muscles clenching his cock desperately and a long, low moan from him as he stilled, thrusting abruptly halted.

“That’s it, there you go. Squeeze. Again. Mmm. It’s so hard, isn’t it, my cock? Hard as stone. All thanks to you. Keep going. Tighter. Faster. Oh, yes. Make me come, Maude. Milk my cock. Drain me dry.”

Fingers still in his hair, I opened my eyes, yanked his head back and met his gaze. “That’s not YOUR cock, Thomas. That’s MY cock. Now shut up and fuck me with it.”

His jaw slipped to one side, teeth grinding. “Oh, I’ll fuck you with it all right. I’ll fuck you until come so hard that you can’t stop coming, Maude. And then I’ll fuck you some more. How’s that sound?” He pulled out until just the head was inside me, paused, then slammed back into me, my body sliding up the tiles even further as my second orgasm of the day washed over me. His eyes studied my face to ensure he hadn’t hurt me, then began repeating the process, out, pause, slam, gradually increasing his speed until I was coming again every time his cock grazed my G-spot, finally moving so rapidly that it was, indeed, like one long, never-ending orgasm. I was on the verge of begging him to stop when I felt his rhythm begin to falter, cock twitching and spurting inside me as he moaned fervidly into my neck, making me shiver as I clutched at him.

We remained entwined for what seemed like seconds and eternity all at once, his full weight pressed against me, the only thing holding me aloft as his hands fondled my breasts, my neck, my face…anywhere he could reach. The sounds of the shower, water spraying, pattering on the tile and gurgling down the drain, served as the backdrop to our panting, occasional whimpers and gentle, wordless murmurs of affection for each other. Knowing the boot must be digging him something fierce, I unwound my legs from his waist and let them fall slowly to the floor, and he pulled back as I did so, withdrawing his cock, albeit grudgingly.

I patted his cheek with the limited energy I was able to muster. “You should feel confident in knowing that if you ever grow bored with acting you could have a lucrative career as a phone sex operator, because, DAMN…that was SO fucking hot. Hoo boy.”

He snickered. “You seem to have a gift for it as well. ‘That’s MY cock.’ I’d ask if you have any idea what that did to me, but I have a very strong suspicion that you already know.”

“Oh, you bet your ass I know. And I really, really enjoyed finding out.”

Stepping backwards across the tile, he grabbed the shower massager, holding it out towards me. “Need to rinse off?”

“Thomas, if that thing gets within a foot of my clit right now it’ll fucking KILL me. So, thanks, but NO.”

After hanging it back up he turned off the water, opened the curtain and stepped outside to grab towels for both of us. I carefully maneuvered out into the bathroom as well, drying myself off as best I could, then letting the towel fall to the floor. I peed as he waited for me in the doorway, and after cutting through the duct tape and de-bagging my foot we wandered upstairs together, already in a dream state, only lacking the horizontal viewpoint and cozy blankets, which we remedied post-haste.

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When I woke it was in a panic, realizing I couldn’t recall closing the shades. Tom was still sound asleep, his head resting on my shoulder, face buried in my neck, left arm and leg on top of me. I could see the clock from my spot…well past noon. Judging by the light level in the room, he must have closed them, or else it was wicked cloudy outside.

Shaking him gently, I attempted to speak softly but my lowest volume level sounded like a sonic boom in the quiet of the apartment. “Tom? You awake?”

His head lifted, then was propped up by his right arm. “Well I am now, woman.” He stuck his tongue out at me.

I sat up, craning my neck to verify that the shades were, in fact, down. “Please tell me you closed those, you know, BEFORE.”

“Oh, actually, I got up at about six and shut them because the light was bothering me.” I raised a brow, frowning as my fingers drummed on the forearm that was now in my lap. He laughed. “I see someone’s got no sense of humor this morning. Did it last night right after Veronica got here.”

“My sense of humor is present and accounted for, asshat. It’s just that…you’re not funny.”

We took turns in the shower after the tickle fight that had ensued ended, dressed and caught a cab to make the three mile trek to the Carnegie Deli. As we stepped out onto the curb I spread my arms wide and spun around, dressed in my blue-grey caffeine molecule T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts, single black Birki making yet another appearance.

“Strawberry Cheesecake, COME TO MAMA!”

Tom had donned my Prodigy T-shirt with the Music for a Jilted Generation album cover image on it after I made the mistake of telling him to help himself when he began admiring my extensive collection that took up five full drawers. I reclined on the bed for the ten minutes it took for him to decide upon that one, or the Loki shirt I’d bought when we were on Kauai. Loki, we agreed, would just be asking for people to notice us, especially with me in the stupid walking boot.

He grinned, pointing at my right ankle as I completed my spin. “You know, you’ve yet to mention that today. Feeling better?”

“It is, I think. I took ibuprofen as soon as I went downstairs, though. Trying to keep up with the dosage.”

There was a line of six people or so, which was actually quite short for a Saturday…we must have hit it perfectly between the lunch and dinner rush. Standing back, hands on his hips, he gazed up at the yellow sign with blue and red known all around the globe. “Established in 1937, family owned for three generations, motto ‘If you can finish your meal, we’ve done something wrong.’ Woody Allen filmed bits of Broadway Danny Rose here in 1984. Most famous deli in America. Did I miss anything?”

Rolling my eyes, I patted him on the shoulder. “Someone’s been Googling, haven’t they? No, your facts are correct…but what you DID miss…you’ll have to wait until we go in to figure that out.”

Twenty minutes later we were sitting at a table near the kitchen, right next to the Coke machine, Tom watching the monstrous plates of food going past us with awe. It was a four top, about as private as one could hope for in an open seating restaurant, and the place was packed to capacity. He looked around, nervously at first, after our white-shirted and black-vested waiter dropped off the menus and took our drink order, eyes finally coming back to mine, head shaking back and forth slowly.

I smiled and leaned forward, wanting to whisper but knowing I’d never be heard above the constant buzz of voices that enveloped us. “I know. No one’s looking at you. Celebrities in this place are a dime a dozen.” I pointed to the walls, covered with autographed photos and memorabilia. “Zero fucks are given. Granted, the tourists are an exception, but they tend to hang back and do what everyone else does. Probably because they’re afraid someone will yell at them. How do you normally make out in London?”

He shrugged. “In my neighborhood, it’s business as usual. Other locales, people notice, and I get stopped occasionally. More frequently when a movie’s just hit theaters. Other than that…well, I can still ride the tube without causing a stampede. So it’s fine.”

“And what neighborhood is that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Both his elbows hit the table as he rested his head in his hands, staring down at first, then peering up at me sheepishly. “You don’t know where I…where WE…live. Because I never told you. God, I’m such a tit.”

Grinning, I reached out and booped his nose. “No you aren’t. I neglected to tell you where the apartment was until we got here. And…I don’t know where I WORK, either. I am totally living on the edge these days, lemme tell ya.”

He laughed and took my hand. “We live in…”

I held up the other to stop him. “I’d advise against saying that out loud in public.”

Nodding, he released me and pulled his phone from his pocket, typed, then passed it to me. I stared at the Google map for a moment. Marylebone. All righty then. I zoomed out, saw it wasn’t far from Regent’s Park, which I had heard of.

“You’ve never heard of it.”

“I have not. I know of the park nearby, but…yeah. It appears that my knowledge of the geographic hierarchical structure of your country is grossly inadequate.”

Snorting, he took back his phone. “It’s all London, right?”

It was my turn to put my face in my hands, mumbling into them. “Well, this is mortifying.” Looking up through my fingers I saw his face, eyes amused, smirk upon his lips. “IS it all London?”

“Yes. That’s the region. Then there’s the ceremonial county, which is Greater London, then the borough, which is Westminster. Then the city. Not much different from New York. Just not familiar to you. Yet.”

The waiter came back with our drinks and took our order…the Woody Allen for Tom, chosen in honor of Midnight in Paris, and the Nosh, Nosh Nanette for me because open faced hot turkey sandwiches slathered in gravy with steak fries on the side made my heart sing. And maybe my arteries clog, but, fuck that.

Tom had held on to the menu to read over all the options again, tickled at the names, most in some way related to the deli’s location, theater, or celebrity across all artistic mediums. Ones that particularly amused him he’d read out loud, both of us giggling at the puns. Expression growing suddenly serious, he set it down at the edge of the table and focused all his attention on me.

“Maude, are you…nervous?”

My brows rose. “That our food isn’t here yet? Absolutely.” His head tilted to the side, lips pressed together. “Oh…do you mean about relocating to a strange city and having a new job and a boss for the first time in years? No. Not at all. I’m excited about those things. I am, I hate to admit, really, REALLY nervous about one thing in particular though.”

He reached out and took both my hands, his shaking almost imperceptibly. “Which is?”

I cast my eyes to the side, tongue firmly planted in my cheek, then looked back at him. “Meeting. Your. Mother. Nervous may not be the right word. Anxious? No. Terrified? Yep, that’s the one. Terrified. Which is so unlike me, but it is what it is, I guess.”

Rubbing my wrists with his thumbs, he smiled softly. “Don’t be. She’ll fall in love with you the moment she meets you, just like I did.”

“Weeelll, I’d REALLY like to believe that but…um…my magic eight ball says outlook not good. And you know, I understand…she loves you, and she’s seen all the pain your previous relationship caused you, and I’m a divorced former alcoholic with a seriously fucked up family and personal history, so of course she’s going to be skeptical and wary…you’re her child and she wants to protect you.” I smiled back. “Can’t fault her for that, can I?”

He lifted my hands to his lips and placed a kiss on each palm. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

As I began singing the next few lines while his smile grew ever wider, we were interrupted by someone standing next to our table.

“Tom? Wow…I knew you were in New York but…wow. What a small world…how are you, man?”

I turned my head to see none other than Mark Ruffalo, dressed in navy cotton shorts, a light blue T-shirt, and a pair of old-school flip-flops, dark blue baseball cap sitting atop his salt and pepper hair. Tom leapt to his feet and extended his hand, which Mark took and pulled him into an embrace.

“Mark! How amazing to see you here…I’m great. Really great.” Tom left one arm around Mark and gestured in my direction with the other. “Mark, this is Maude Gallagher. Maude, Mark Ruffalo.”

Standing, I held out my own hand but found myself quickly locked in a bear hug, greatly amused at the fact that there I was, in the middle of New York City, at the Carnegie Deli, the Hulk hugging me while Loki observed us.

Stepping back, Mark patted my shoulder repeatedly as he spoke. “Maude, so nice to meet you…and I’m so sorry for your loss.”

It took me a moment for his comment to sink in, but I managed to reply before enough time had gone by to make me look like an idiot. “Thank you, Mark. Lovely to meet you as well.”

Tom looked puzzled, and Mark laughed. “Tom, man…I started following her on Twitter when you were in Hawaii. And you guys are everywhere online.” He turned back to me. ““Maude, I see you have your work cut out for you with the whole social media thing.”

I laughed as well, and Tom pointed at both of us. “Fine, fine. Be that way. Now gather round so I can do a group selfie, if you please.”

We posed, and as Tom and Mark posted the pics our food arrived. Mark tried to refuse our invitation, but we insisted that he join us, and our waiter brought his to-go order over as soon as it was ready. Tom tried to squeeze down his tower of pastrami and corned beef so it would fit in his mouth, but to no avail. Mark downed his Zorba the Greek Salad in no time flat, and I impressed the hell out of him by actually finishing my hot turkey sandwich. They did most of the talking, both of them totally amped up as they discussed Mark’s visit earlier in the day to a start-up in Brooklyn aiming to introduce wind turbines in as many US urban markets as possible. After ordering dessert, I excused myself and took a pee break. As I neared the table when I returned, I overheard them talking about me and paused to listen in. Which was rude, but nosiness got the better of me.

“Tom, she’s…wow. Isn’t it wild, the way someone who’s going to be such an integral part of your life just drops in out of nowhere? Like, you’re just doing your thing and it’s all good and them BAM. I mean, I was walking down the street when I met Sunrise and I knew right then and there. I’m really, really happy for you.”

“Thanks, man. It happened so fast, hasn’t even been a month yet, but…like you, I knew. And that she felt the same way…what a miracle. It’s like being born again, loving someone like this.”

Our waiter walked past me with our Strawberry Cheesecakes, and I followed, three steps behind him, feeling guilty for eavesdropping and trying not to tear up at what I’d heard. I took my spot next to Mark and gazed longingly at my slice of paradise, New York cheesecake topped with freshly sliced strawberries, glaze dripping down the sides.

“Fellas, this right here…this is why I will always have an apartment in New York. In the event of a zombie apocalypse, this will be my first stop, and I will happily kick the ass of anyone who gets in my way as I raid the freezers to snatch last of it.”

They both laughed, and I demanded to pick up the check, paying at the register as Mark and Tom headed outside. We said our goodbyes, and I hailed a cab and gave him the address of our next destination, FAO Schwarz.

Tom’s eyes lit up, a huge smile on his face, tongue peeking out from behind his teeth. “You’re taking me to a toy store.”

“Not A toy store, Thomas. THE toy store. Have you ever been?”

He shook his head. “No, but I’ve always wanted to see it. Quite badly, actually. Do they still have the piano from Big, do you think? Because ten year old me NEEDS them to still have it, Maude.”

I pinched his cheek. “Dude, why do you think we’re fucking GOING?”

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The cab let us out right in front, and I’m pretty sure Tom squealed when he saw the Toy Soldier at the door but traffic was too noisy to be certain. He turned to me, hands on my shoulders.

“My god, I am SO EXCITED. Are YOU excited?”

“Oh yeah.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “You are literally VIBRATING with excitement, Tom. As you should be. Let’s get in there and behave in the most un-adult like way POSSIBLE.”

We walked through the doors, hand in hand, Tom turning to me as he first pointed to the giant Jurassic World display to the right of the entrance, then dragged me over so he could grab a huge display toy off one of the shelves.

“MY GOD, INDOMINUS REX!” He moved its arms and held it out to me, roaring and I reached for the T-Rex, chomping at its flank and growling. We battled until we noticed several small children had gathered around us, watching and trying to determine if we were some strange species or staff putting on a show. We both bent down and handed off our goods to the two kids nearest us and moved on to the stuffed animals, petting as many as we could, then took the escalator upstairs…first stop, Legos.

There was a life-size Lego Captain Jack Sparrow, and I walked around him, studying him carefully. “This is insane. I can barely make a freaking house out of these things, and even when I do it’s just four walls, a wonky window or two and a door. I can NEVER get the roof right.”

“I could always do small things from a kit, but a few friends and I tried our hands at a Millennium Falcon once and it was…NOT the Falcon.”

Next came the Lionel trains, the displays so realistic I thought I saw one of the people moving. We stopped at every one, watching them go over, under, and around. Tom spotted Midtown Comics and ran off without me, apologizing when I finally found him way in the back checking out a Marvel Select Loki figure, turning it this way and that in its box.

I took it from him, looking back and forth from its face to his. “They did an excellent job with this…it really looks like you.” I paused, imagining seeing a toy with my likeness. “Is it weird, having your face on something like this?”

He shook his head, moved behind me, then rested his chin on my shoulder as he spoke. “Honestly? I love it. It’s the most amazing gift to have played him, to be associated with a figure whose mythos reaches so far back in human history. Imagine, however many years from now, someone’s researching Loki and happens across one of these…a small slice of immortality, I suppose. Part of me still can’t believe any of it’s real…I always wanted to be an actor, but never could have envisioned any of this.”

I tucked toy Loki under my arm, and Tom lifted his head from my shoulder, peeking around at my face.

I shrugged. “What? I’m buying him.”

He smirked. “But you have the real thing, Maude.”

“True. He’s for keeping me company whenever we have to be apart.” I cleared my throat. “And, you know, to maybe pass on and stuff.”

Biting his lip, he stepped in front of me and rested his forehead on mine. “Well, aren’t you adorable. Such a sweet sentiment, my love.”

I rolled my eyes. “God, I know. So sweet I may barf. All your fucking fault, too, with your heavily pregnant shit last night.” He kissed first one cheek, then the other, then my lips, tongue thrusting into my mouth, and I pushed him away gently. “Nope. No. The only way that ends is sex in the FAO Schwarz bathroom, and that’s too tacky, even for me.”  

A short walk through the Barbie hallway display later, there it was…the Big piano, and we got in line to wait our turn, two small families in front of us. Tom had pulled up the movie scene on his phone, watching it on repeat, sound barely audible. There were eight people behind us, and when we were up at bat he didn’t waste a single second, finding the right spot and smiling at me, tongue out and almost touching his nose. I whipped out my phone, walked around so I was in front of him and captured every bit of his rendition of Chopsticks in high definition glory. The crowd of thirty plus had gone unnoticed by me as I filmed, and after an initial moment of panic when I DID notice, having heard things like ‘Is that him?’ and ‘Mom, that’s LOKI!’ I realized everyone was being very respectful and remaining behind the ropes that cordoned off the piano. As I walked around and back behind them to join Tom, he bowed and the crowd applauded. Flashes went off, and I heard a chorus of clicks, but no one followed when Tom took my arm and we walked to the down escalator, then headed toward the Schweetz shop.

I stopped in front of the lollipops, and he put his arm around my waist. “Didn’t even occur to me that I’d draw a crowd. Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. I was totally ready to go into crow control mode if the need arose. Truthfully, I think it was more about how good you were as opposed to who you are, at least at first. As soon as we get in a cab I’m putting it on Tumblr because man, you were fucking AWESOME.”

He grinned. “I was, wasn’t I?”

I handed him my phone so he could see for himself as I picked out a cotton candy lollipop, some Whoppers and two pounds of fudge…chocolate, chocolate peanut butter, red velvet, and rocky road. Tom opted for some Swedish fish and Gummy Bears, and after we got in line at the checkout counter he ran off toward the Jurassic World display, returning with smaller versions of Indominus rex and the Tyrannosaur that we’d had fun with earlier.

Raising a brow, I gave him some serious side eye in jest, and he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I thought… maybe we could play some more later? And I chose the small ones so they’d fit in our luggage.”

I shook my head. “Well, I was down with it until you got all responsible by thinking ahead and shit. Now I I’m just going to have to play with myself.” He chuckled. “Wait, no. Play with THEM myself. Oy, shut the fuck up, Maude.”

He was still laughing when the cashier rang us up, and beat me to the punch at providing a credit card for payment, her eyes widening and jaw dropping when she looked at the name on it, then at his face, then back at the card.

Once we were outside, I logged into Tumblr and posted the video while Tom hailed a cab, just titling it ‘Chopsticks’ with no additional commentary. It was almost seven thirty, and we’d decided to head back to the apartment to pack up tonight so we wouldn’t have to worry about in the morning. Our flight was scheduled to leave at noon, with us arriving in London around eleven PM.

I rested my head on his shoulder during the ride back, watching the cars move at a snail’s pace, then zooming forward, wondering what traffic was like in London and if I’d be able to drive on the wrong side of the road. The sound of his voice snapped me out of my musing.

“Maude, that was so much fun…thank you. I can’t even remember the last time I was in a toy stote…really, it was fantastic. Thanks.”

I patted his thigh. “You’re very welcome. The joy on your face when you were on the piano…epic. I would have loved to play something with you…stupid ankle.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Next time.”

I nodded, then lifted myself off his shoulder and turned to look at him. “Tom, do you have a car?”

His eyes widened, then his brow furrowed. “Yes, I do. At the moment it’s the Jaguar the company gave me when I did the commercial. Why?”

“Well, I figured I’d apologize in advance for wrecking it when I attempt to learn to drive on the wrong side of the road, but good lord, a fucking JAG? Maybe I’ll just stick with the subway.”

Grinning, he poked my chest with his index finger gently. “You mean the Underground. Or the Tube.”

I crossed my arms. “Oh, do I? Hmm, maybe the car is a better option after all…”

“You know what? Subway’s just fine. Subway it is. Subway.”

#your light in the mist #chapter 26

[theghostofashton]

“you’ve always felt like home.”

this is for one of my closest friend's birthdays. it's still the 24th for me, but they're from australia, so it's already past noon on the 25th for them.

dylan (@xyourxcrybabyx) , you mean the world to me. i don't know how else to put it. i'm so glad you're in my life. i love you with all my heart. this one's for you. (i hope it's not too sad)

(trigger warnings for anxiety and panic attacks)

oh yeah and this is another platonic jawn/aws. geoff's name isn't said once.

enjoy.

"you've always felt like home."

He doesn't know when he wakes up.

He doesn't register it, doesn't feel it, can't put a finger on the moment when his body shifts from fantasy to reality and the snarling demons stow their claws away and sink back down into the figments of his imagination. He doesn't know when it all goes away, when the world around him goes from dark to dim, when he stops drowning in the messy fabric and starts to swim.

He doesn't know much, really.

Everything still feels like it's floating, like he's drifting midair, somewhere between the realities of his fantasies and a world he's not sure he belongs in. It's hot. It feels heavy. The entire world does. It's a weight held by a rope and the puppet master is dangling it over his body, lowering it further and further, pressing it harder and harder into his body, keeping him down no gotta get out can't do this gotta breathe what's going on why is this happening fuckfuckfuck-

His vision is blurry. Everything looks fuzzy, with pliable edges inviting the black, the ink spots that seem to invade and eclipse like quiet intruders. They're not there until they are and now he can't seem to remember what the room looked like without them. He can't seem to remember anything. The world is different than when he last left it. He isn't sure why it looks that way or how to get it back to normal. Everything is fuzzy and blurry and messy and he doesn't know why.

He blinks, feels the wetness on his lashes, forces down the driest swallow he's ever taken in his life. It's one of those that hurts, that feels like the ache has grown roots and stretched out all across his throat. Everything hurts. His body hurts. He doesn't know what's going on and he doesn't know what to do and it all hurts why-

There's air but he can't reach it. It's like all the oxygen in the world has compressed itself into the shape of a carrot and he's the clueless rabbit running after it while the puppet master laughs and dangles it further and further away. It's right there it's right in front of his face but he can't reach it he can't breathe and it won't stop why won't it stop why can't he fucking breathe like a normal person why does he always do this why is he such a mess whywhywhy-

He doesn't even know what the dream was about anymore.

He was floating an then he wasn't he was running and screaming and crying trying to get away faster faster faster don't touch me please no get away I can't do this it's too much I can't be that please stop stop it stop don't touch me get away-

He was screaming himself out of a voice and running so hard it felt like his legs were no longer attached to his body, trying to get away, fight against, steer clear of the screaming and grabbing and oh my god they're everywhere this is never gonna stop this is the rest of my life I did this and this is the rest of my life what the fuck did I do what the fuck did I do what the fuck did I-

He coughs, squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself up and onto his elbows. Breathe. Stop it. Shut up. Breathe. His chest hurts and the room is spinning. Nothing will stop moving. His eyes are burning. It feels like thousands of whit-hot stingers have stabbed themselves into his skin, pressing in and bypassing the top few layers to descend right to his veins and sink their poison into his blood. It's blurry, like the switch that sends his stomach through his throat has broken in the "on" position and everyone is just waiting for the inopportune time.

He knows it's panic.

It feels like panic.

It feels like that's been his only ever reality, like there was no time when oxygenated blood ran through his veins, when the fragments of his chest fit together to turn whole, when there was a semblance of peace amongst a sea of panic that didn't seem to drown everything out.

It won't stop why won't it stop stop fucking touching me I need to get out I need to get away I need to breathe I can't do this it won't stop why won't it stop I need to breathe please I can't do this why won't it stop it needs to stop I can't I-

He needs air and he needs to breathe and he needs the warm, the breath, the air puffed out against his skin and the body pressed to his chest. He needs skin and fabric and a heartbeat to match his own to, a guideline, a North Star that feels far in distance but still resides in the center of his heart all the same.

He needs it and he shouldn't and it's stupid it is so fucking stupid because he is the biggest fucking baby on this planet he shouldn't need anyone-

shouldn't need anyone why am I like this such a fucking baby can't do anything on his own why do you have to overreact for every little thing why can't you just stop why can't you be fucking normal why are you such a mess all the time why-

"Shut up!" He forces the words out, audibly, tears up his throat and makes tears spring to his eyes in the process. He reaches up and grabs at the air, catches strands and tugs on his hair, grips it so tightly between his fingers and squeezes and pulls and grabs and fuckfuckfuck please no stop this fuckfuckfuck I can't do this-

His phone is on his nightstand but his hands won't stop shaking. His vision is blurry and everything is moving and his hands still won't stop shaking. His shirt is sticking to his back with sweat and his chest is being stabbed repeatedly and his hands still won't stop fucking shaking.

no one else does this no one else is like this you're the only fucking baby here everyone else is over this and can do this they can all do this they're all fine why aren't you why can't you be fine why are you never fine you're always the problem you're the problem the fucking problem- he doesn't wanna talk to you you're a fucking problem he doesn't wanna be bothered you're a fucking problem he doesn't wanna deal with you anymore you're a fucking problem-

He's sick of this.

He's sick of you.

You're a fucking problem.

"N-no," he chokes. Everything hurts. It won't stop. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know what's going on. It won't stop why won't it stop they're coming they're here they're gonna get him it won't stop he's gonna die it won't stop he can't do this it won't fucking stop-

The noise is loud.

It feels like it shocks every nerve in his body into alert. Something is happening. Something is wrong.

He reaches for his phone, forces himself to stop shaking long enough to pick it up – he almost drops it because the trembling amplifies almost seconds later – and slide his finger across the screen.

"H-hello?"

"Oh, thank god..." The voice is loud, almost bordering on too loud, but not. It gives him something to focus on. He grips the device tighter and inhales raggedly. "Did I wake you? Fuck, I'm sorry, I just- didn't hear from you all yesterday and got worried, I guess, I just- wanted ta make sure you were okay."

"J-Jawn..." He bites down on his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. Weak. Stupid fucking baby. Weak ass pathetic burden. Weak. Weak. Weak.

"Aws, hey, what's wrong?"

"I- s-sorry," he gasps. "I c-can't b-brea-" He stops. He has to. It won't come. Nothing will come. He has to stop.

There's rustling in the background. Something clinking. He doesn't know what. He doesn't know anything. "I'm on my way, okay? You're gonna be okay. I'm coming."

"N-nightmare..."

"Stay on the phone with me," Jawn continues. He hears what he thinks sounds like an ignition. Everything is fuzzy. The black is increasing. Everything is getting darker. It's all dark and black and messy it won't stop why won't it stop it won't- "Everything's gonna be okay, I promise."

He doesn't know how long passes after that. He doesn't know how long Jawn keeps talking to him. The world is too black and too spotty and Jawn keeps telling him to stay awake and he's trying he's trying so fucking hard-

"Hey. Aws. Hey. Stay with me, okay?"

Hands encircle his wrists and pull them away from his head. A thumb slides between his fists and unclenches him. He bites down on his lip and keeps his eyes shut, can't look can't do this nonono-

And then there's a chest. Something warm against his face. A weight that wraps around him and pulls him forward until cheek hits chest and he closes his eyes and tries to breathe again.

"We're gonna try to take some deep breaths. With me, Aws, okay? Everything's gonna be fine, I promise." He can feel Jawn's lips moving against his ear. He tries, forces a breath in and winces when it tears at his fractured chest. He listens to Jawn's heartbeat and lets himself stop, lets everything come to a pause, breathes, breathes, breathes.

"That's it," Jawn is whispering. "There you go. You're doing so well."

"I- s-sorry," he mumbles. It feels like he can breathe again. The black is disappearing, funneling back into its holes and pressing right underneath, ready to strike the next time they wake, unfurl their claws and grip into a different part of his mind.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Jawn replies. He feels him tilt his head up, feels the lips that press against his temple and sighs, long and weighted.

"It's stupid."

"You had a nightmare. And then a panic attack." Jawn's voice is so calm, soft and warm and there. It's there. He's there. He's a warm blanket and the North Star and the only person he wants to see right now, the only person who can calm him down from something like this and remind him that the world isn't sharp claws and snarling demons, it's not real, Aws. It's okay. You're safe here, I promise. It's not real. "What part of that is stupid?"

He shrugs and swallows against the lump in his throat. Everything still hurts. It's gone down, but it still feels like a layer of ache has been draped over everything. "Needing you."

"Aws, I..." Jawn shakes his head. "We've been best friends since middle school. Since before the band, before music, before I knew you wanted to do any of this. Through all the panic attacks in high school and right when you started college and you had that surgery and you told me on a Wednesday night at 3 in the morning that you wanted to drop out and do the band full time. I've known you since I was twelve years old, Awsten. That's more of my life we've been friends than we haven't. And fuck, by now, I don't even know how ta function without you. Even if you are banging on my window at the ass crack of dawn and makin' me wonder why I'm still around some days." He smiles. "Even on those days, I know that this is my life and I couldn't be happier about it, 'cause...when you've gone on tours that I couldn't come on I get a little taste of what life's like when you're not around and I-" He pauses and closes his eyes. "I hate it. I always have a countdown on my phone for when you're gonna come home. I miss you. So don't- don't feel bad about that, okay? Needing me. 'Cause I need you too."

He blinks against the tears forming in his eyes and presses his forehead into Jawn's shirt, swallows down the sob and exhales. "I love you. I just- I can't stop- it's some ungodly hour of the morning and you got that shoot planned for tomorrow, I just- you should be home."

He feels the arms tighten around his body, tucks his head up under, buries it in the crook of Jawn's neck, feels him rest his chin on top of his head. And then he hears the words, whispered, warm against his skin.

"I am home."

He stops, freezes, lifts up his head so he can look into Jawn's eyes.

"Sometimes, I'm in LA for a shoot or with a client around here and things get a little too much," Jawn starts to say. His voice is thick with tears. "I think about facetiming you later, or coming over that night, and I remember how that feels, how the world disappears and it's just you and me and everything's okay, even for those five minutes, and that-" He stops, takes in a loud breath and wipes at his eyes. "That's what gets me through. And some days I think about us, in like, seventy years, in a nursing home, racing our wheelchairs down the hall and pissing off all the nurses, and I smile, 'cause like-" A sob. "You've always felt like home. I know I'll feel like this even then. You're my best friend, Aws. You're my home."

Jawn reaches for his hand and smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Home is wherever you are. Okay? So don't ever feel bad about needing me. 'Cause you know I need you just as much. You're my home."

The subsequent sleep is one of the best he's had in months. He turns his head under Jawn's chin and wraps his arms around Jawn's waist, feels Jawn's own tighten around his abdomen, and breathes out. Warm.

And they sleep. And the demons shackle their claws and quiet their snarls, and the world seems to dim and calm in a way that disposes of them shoves them aside, drapes a blanket over both of their bodies and engulfs them in a curtain of warm. It surrounds and overwhelms and spills out of the sides, fills in every crack and blazes furiously through the night.

Home.

#happy birthday dylan ily #awsten knight #jawn rocha #waterparks #waterparks fanfiction #panic attacks tw #neha writes

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Marked (Part 5)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2900ish. This one got away from me. 

Warnings: So much smut. Overstimulation, excessive orgasms, rough sex, Dean being bossy. 

Thanks to @babypieandwhiskey for being ridiculously supportive of this series and offering to beta, and also just being such a sweetheart in general. Hope your craziness calms down soon, Cam! 

Catch up here. 

“I should probably-” The words trailed off into a groan as Dean rolled his hips against mine. His hands tightened on my wrists, just hard enough to remind me of the chafed skin where I’d struggled against the restraints the night before.

“Stay,” he said, and pressed a thigh between my legs.

“I have to- shit, Dean-”

“Please?” he asked sweetly, breath hot against my ear. “I just want to make you come until you can’t walk.” I could hear the wicked little smirk in his voice as he rocked forward again, grinding against me in exactly the right way to make me spread my legs and buck up, chasing the friction.

It was my day off. I didn’t really have to do anything; there was nothing stopping me except the idea that spending the day with Dean would be crossing a line. Things that happen at night can be dismissed as dreams. It’s easy to pretend those dirty after-dark fantasies don’t exist. It’s harder to ignore the truth about yourself when the sun is shining.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, because who was I kidding? I could never say no to Dean.

“Good girl,” he crooned. He nipped almost carelessly at my earlobe, and then he was rolling off of me, leaving me feeling cold and exposed without the warm pressure of his skin.

“Tease,” I huffed.

“First things first,” he said, with a little wink. “I’m going to go get us some food, and you’re going to shower.”

I pouted. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you going to listen?” he asked, low and dangerous. “Or do I have to remind you who’s in charge?”

I shivered and hopped off the bed. “Yes, sir.”

-----

When I emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a thin towel, Dean was sitting on the bed, hunched over a takeout container and talking on the phone.

“No, Sammy, just one more day,” he said irritably. I hesitated, wondering if I should stay in the bathroom and give him some time to talk, but he half-smiled when he saw me and jabbed his fork toward the desk, where I found coffee and more boxes of takeout.

He’d left the coffee black, just the way I liked it, and I took a long, grateful sip.

“Stop it, I’m fine,” Dean snapped into the phone. “No, it’s not- I just need some space, okay?” He ran a hand through his hair, making his bedhead even worse. “Yeah, okay. Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He wasn’t looking at me, but I could see the unhappy curve of his lips and the tension in his shoulders. “M’gonna shower,” he mumbled, and headed for the bathroom.

I wasn’t too interested in breakfast, but I lay on the bed, slowly sipping my coffee and trying to ignore my curiosity about that little snippet of conversation. It wasn’t long before I heard the shower stop, and I felt a little thrill of excitement up my spine.

He had a towel wrapped low on his narrow hips, but drops of water still beaded his torso, making his skin shine in the morning light. He was clenching one of his hands into a fist. It made the veins of his forearm pop, drawing my attention to the sinewy muscles there, and that strange blister-red scar seemed to pulse.

He was staring at me with the fierceness I’d grown so familiar with, the barely-contained predatory energy that rippled through him when he was trying to decide how to make me come undone. My goosebumped skin suddenly felt much too hot.

He dropped the towel carelessly and crawled up the bed. When he was kneeling over me, he tugged my towel down too, yanking at it until I lifted my hips obediently, and he threw the fabric over his shoulder, leaving me bare and exposed.

“That’s better,” he said tersely.

When he kissed me, it was hungry and sloppy, all teeth and tongue, and he rolled his body against mine in a slow, sinuous grind. There was none of the controlled teasing I was used to, just the damp heat of his skin against mine.

He slipped a hand down between us and slid two rough fingers inside me. It was just enough stretch that I gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. He pulled away long enough for me to catch a glimpse of a smug smile, and then he repositioned himself gracefully and ducked his head down to my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his fingers curled up against my g-spot.

“Shit, Dean, that feels- fuck!” He crooked his fingers again, callouses sparking the perfect amount of friction, and dragged his teeth delicately over pebbled skin, and I let out a strangled cry. He didn’t let up, didn’t give me time to catch my breath, just sucked and nibbled and swirled his tongue until my nipples were hard and aching, twisting and scissoring his fingers until I was so wet his hand was slippery with it, and my orgasm hit without warning, a sudden blinding pleasure that made me arch up into Dean’s touch as he worked me through it.

He shifted, positioning himself between my legs. The first gentle brush of his tongue made me twitch, oversensitive but still shaking through little aftershocks, but when he did it again, flattening his tongue in a long stroke over my clit, my body responded with a shudder. He moaned against me, a deep appreciative hum, and the vibrations thrummed through my skin. I could feel a second orgasm building with each long stroke of his tongue. It didn’t take long before the tension in my core crested and rolled through me again, softer this time, leaving me breathless and sated.

When our lips met, he rolled his hips so I could feel how hard he was. I twined my arms around his neck and relaxed into the kiss for a moment, tasting myself on his mouth, letting the endorphins buzz through my system. I tilted my hips up to meet his, waiting for the stretch of his cock, but instead he settled at my side, propping himself up on an elbow, cupping one hand around my breast as his tongue lazily explored my mouth. He brushed his thumb over the taut peak of my nipple and I shivered.

“Want you,” I said hoarsely, as his fingers trailed down my side and traced the inner curve of my thigh.

“I know you do,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice again. “But what you want doesn’t matter, does it? You’re mine.” He put a finger on either side of my clit and pinched gently, rubbing the bundle of nerves between his fingertips, and the indirect pressure sent fresh pulses of need through my cunt. “Say it,” he demanded.

“Yours,” I sighed. I would’ve told him anything, at that point, as long as he never stopped what he was doing.

“Mine,” he repeated. He nipped at my lower lip. “You’re mine, and you’re going to let me do whatever I want to you. Aren’t you?”

The words, and the rumbling depth of his voice, made me clench around nothing, suddenly feeling much too empty. “Whatever you want,” I promised.

“I want to make you come until you’re shaking,” he said, and his fingers slipped into me smoothly.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Dean, please,” I panted, twisting against the mattress and pushing up into his hand.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel it for days,” he said. “I’m going to use you like the perfect little toy you are, until you don’t think you can take any more, and then I’ll make you feel so good you’re begging for it again.”

I groaned, long and ragged. It wasn’t just the devastating things he was doing with his hand that had me trembling on the edge already; it was the knowledge that he could make good on every single one of those filthy promises.

He twisted his fingers and wriggled them, brushing back and forth over some incredibly sensitive spot inside me that I’d never even known existed, and the electric heat of it was so intense that I came almost instantly, head snapping back, hands clawing at the sheets, with a wordless cry that barely sounded human. He was crooning my name when I came back to my senses, slick fingers still probing and caressing, leaving tingles wherever they touched.

“Not done with you,” he said, like a warning. “But I’ll give you a break.”

He lay back and tugged until I was on top of him, and I practically melted into the kiss, letting my body drape over his. I could’ve kissed him for hours. The soft pillowed curve of his lower lip fit perfectly between mine, and he made a little noise of approval when I dragged my teeth over it. His fingers ran through my hair and cupped my cheek, surprisingly tender.  

I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh. I sat up, straddling him, pressing against the silky heat of his length, and I watched those gorgeous green eyes roll back in his head as he let out a sinfully low groan. I rolled my hips, looking down between us at the way his thick, flushed cock slid easily against my slickness.

“C’mere,” he panted. He pulled me forward. I almost fell over, legs still shaky, but then I realized what he wanted and moved forward.

He licked his lips, looking up at me through his eyelashes, and I felt his breath ghost over my pussy, sending a shiver down my spine. Ever so gently, he used two fingers to spread me open. The intimacy of it was stunning. He was staring, eyes feasting on me from this new angle, and even though there was something incredibly vulnerable about being so exposed, the hunger in his expression made it electrifying.

The first light kitten-lick made me shudder. His hands found my hips and pulled me down against the soft, wet pressure of his tongue. He started slow, teasing and circling, and it didn’t take long before I could feel that familiar heat blossoming under my skin again.

I looked down, and a jolt went through me when I saw his eyes sparkling back up at me, gauging my reaction to every new movement. I couldn’t look away. The laser-sharp focus of his gaze was turning me on just as much as the shallow thrusts of his tongue at my entrance.

He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing hard, and moaned like I was his dessert, and I lost any semblance of self-control. I rubbed myself shamelessly against his mouth and let my head fall back, caught up in the rush of sensations: his stubble coarse on the inside of my thigh, the slippery heat of his tongue, the vibrations as he grunted and hummed, and then he reached a hand up to roll a nipple between his fingers and I couldn’t hold on anymore. I had to brace myself against the wall with both hands as I came, muscles spasming as fireworks exploded behind my eyes.

I was so overstimulated now it was almost uncomfortable, and when he brushed over my swollen clit with his lips I jerked away from the sensation. He laughed up at me, mouth and chin glistening obscenely. My legs wouldn’t stop quivering.

Dean maneuvered into a sitting position, somehow, so that he was leaning back against the headboard with me still straddling his lap. I could feel the barely-controlled desire in the tension of his hands, one bruisingly tight on my hip and the other splayed across my back, pulling me close. He leaned his forehead against mine and exhaled shakily before he brought our lips together. His skin was sheened with sweat and I tasted salt.

I sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. The sensation of being full, stretched open around him, was unlike anything else, and in spite of everything I could feel my body responding.

“Jesus, sweetheart, feels so good,” he breathed.

My legs were still shaking too much to really ride him, so I just twisted my hips, rocking back and forth, adjusting to his size. His mouth had gone slack and his eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes spreading like a dark fan over his cheek. I whimpered, too overwhelmed for words.

I took it slow at first, barely moving. The slightest shift of my weight sent sparks rushing through me. His hands held my hips at first, then my ass, and then he ran his fingers up my sides and palmed over my breasts, pinching at my nipples. He ducked his head forward to suck gently at one, and I leaned into the flare of pleasure, letting the motion gradually pull me almost all the way off his cock. He looked down to where our bodies were joined together, staring unabashedly at the perfect pornographic sight.

I slid easily back down, taking him all the way in with a rough grind of my hips, squeezing myself around him. He practically convulsed, nails dragging down my back in a red-hot trail of pain. I hissed at the sensory overload, but it was perfect, exactly the right amount of burn to make my clit throb and my pussy clench around him again, and I could feel him shuddering with the effort of holding back.

And there it was again; he was holding back, keeping himself under control, as if he was trying to prove something to himself.

“Dean, it’s okay,” I whispered, “I can take it. Whatever you want.”

In his split-second of hesitation, I saw the animalistic hunger in his eyes, and I wondered if I had made a mistake.

He snarled, grabbing me by the hips and slamming me down onto his cock. I was as limp as a rag doll, but his hands were around my waist, lifting me easily and bringing me down against him with furious force, again and again, until I came so hard it felt like my brain would short out with the intensity of it.

He practically threw me off him, tossing me to the side and pouncing on top of me, and then he was pounding into me again, hips snapping forward with brutal strength. He bit and sucked at every part of my neck and shoulders he could reach while my hands clawed at his back, nails raking against sweat-soaked skin. It felt like we were trying to pull each other apart.

His pupils had dilated, and he looked ferocious and wild and gone. He had given himself over completely to the strange fury he’d been keeping so tightly controlled. Maybe it should’ve scared me, the savage strength in the way he pinned me to the bed, but it just made me feel alive.

I heard my voice as if from a distance, broken and desperate, begging for more, harder. Somehow, even though it felt like he might break me, each powerful thrust sent a coil of fire spiraling through my veins, twisting and tightening and building. It was the most perfect kind of obliteration. I couldn’t think, couldn’t see straight, couldn’t remember my own name when he was fucking me; everything disappeared, stripped down to primal, gut-wrenching cries and the vicious slap of skin against skin.

His movements stuttered, and he let out one last strangled moan, hips surging against mine in a futile attempt to get closer, deeper. I let go, let that wave of bliss crest and crash, surrendering completely as he trembled, cock pulsing inside me, and finally went still.

It took some time for the world to ease back into focus. We were sprawled across the bed in a tangle of limbs, his arm draped over my chest, and I spent a long minute trying to count the freckles on his shoulder.

It was always so peaceful, after. He was peaceful. His eyes were heavy-lidded and hazy, and his mouth curled up easily at the corners. Whatever restless energy he exorcised when he was with me, whatever he was running from, it was gone, at least for a while.

I had wondered, sometimes, if there was something wrong with me. It felt wrong, to want this near-violent thing with a stranger, this messy dark non-relationship with bruises and bites instead of the usual rom-com fantasy of flowers and chocolates. Hell, I still didn’t know Dean’s last name.

Whatever this thing was, though, it felt too good to be wrong. If I was dark and twisted, so be it; at least there was someone whose darkness fit so perfectly with my own.

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He walked me to the door the next morning and kissed me goodbye like it had been a date. I was so surprised by it that I couldn’t think of anything to say.

I blinked into the aggressively bright sunlight. Everything seemed too hard around the edges, too sharply focused.

I had to take a moment to collect myself when I got into my car. When I lifted my hands to the steering wheel, my sleeves pulled back, revealing the irritated marks where the rope had rubbed my wrists, and I shivered.

I adjusted the rearview mirror. He was watching me from the window, a sliver of his smirk visible through the blinds, eyes hidden in a stripe of shadow. I couldn’t help but smile back as I started the engine and pulled away.

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[kariachi]

Chapter 7! We’ve gotten to the wedding day! Not to the ceremony, but at least we’ve hit the day.

They’d been on Earth less than 24 hours and Argit had already eaten half his weight. Which wasn’t his fault, by the way, no matter how Saxion and Vix teased him, his future in-laws (fuck) had provided them with a veritable mountain of baked goods upon arrival and he didn’t want to be rude. After all, he was going to be dealing with these people the rest of his life (fuck).

He tore into another muffin like a man starved.

“You realize there’ll be food after the ceremony as well, right?” Well it was nice to see his father at least was amused, sitting there smiling. Argit felt like a complete mess, sat there staring blankly at the only course on English he’d been able to find in a language he vaguely knew (fuck) while stuffing his face and trying not to think about just how much of a total disaster this all could turn out to be (fuckfuckfuck). And Kari wasn’t helping, snickering in her seat behind him as she combed through his mane for dead quills. She still didn’t approve of any match she herself didn’t make, but people would’ve died before she let her littermate get up in public with a sloppy mane.

“Good,” Argit said, glowering at nothing in particular, “I’m gonna need it.” Squeaking, Kari raked her grooming teeth along the base of his mane comfortingly.

“Argit,” their father said, expression softening, “it’ll be fine, you can relax.”

“No,” he responded, “no, I physically can’t.” As proven by the fact he’d put on even more weight than he’d expected to in the past few months. Not much more, but enough he’d had to lose the leggings under his skirt and let out his top. Sighing, the other man came to kneel in front of him, gently touching his shoulder. This close it was more apparent than ever just how great the size difference between himself and his eldest children was- combined they weren’t as heavy as one arm.

“Alright,” he said calmly, “tell me exactly what you’re worried about.”

‘A million types of everything’ was Argit’s first thought, followed quickly by ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck’. He was about to be tied to someone, forever if he was lucky (fuck). He was going to be moving out of the palace to live with someone he didn’t know (fuck). He had horribly images of fights and his own cooking and awkward conversations in shoddy Khoron because that was the only language listed in Kevin’s file that he knew and he hadn’t been able to figure out what half of them even were (double fuck). But he didn’t say any of that, instead he found himself saying

“What if he doesn’t like me?” His father laughed, just a little, and Argit damn near hit him.

“His pack and I,” he said, “put a lot of work into making sure that you were his type before we made our final decision. Trust me, once you two get to know each other you’ll like each other just fine.” Leaning back into his sister, Argit sighed.

“Alright,” he said hesitantly, “but what if I fuck it up? I mean, marriage is… big.” And he was very small. “What if I ruin it?” Kari and Vilgax snorted in unison, both fixing him with disbelieving looks.

“You’ve been all but running my empire for how long now?” their father asked. “You’re resilient, stubborn, and smart, there’s nothing you can’t do if you want to, and I’m sure that includes making a marriage work.” With an encouraging chitter, Kari punched Argit on the arm, and for the first time in a week he felt a bit more confident.

“And if I fuck up the ceremony?”

“Son,” sighing as he spoke, their father pulled both of them into a careful hug, “all you have to do is stand quietly and agree to things. That’s all.” Argit chuckled.

“So, I’m good as long as I don’t die up there or something?”

“Die politely and I’m sure even that will slide.” He joined his children in their brief laughter before releasing them with a final squeeze. “Is that everything?”

“Oh no,” Argit said, shaking his head with a nervous smile and relaxing a bit into his sister’s grasp, “we could be here all day.”

“Well, the ceremony’s in two hours, so you may want to talk fast.”

~~

“Happy birthday! Wanted to make sure nobody forgot in the hustle.”

Interrupted in the middle of conjugating Murran verbs, Kevin snapped his teeth at Ben as he barged into the room. And again when he realized he was carrying one of the cookie cakes Kevin loved so much.

“Thanks, and also fuck you and your cookie.”

“Hey,” Ben said, setting the cookie down with the rest of the food Kevin wasn’t eating (why had he decided to fast? why had he chosen now to find comfort in his heritage? and that method? why hadn’t he listened to his grandmother?!), “do you know how hard it was to find one that didn’t have chocolate?” He plopped down beside Kevin on Kay and Jessie’s bed, just barely managing to avoid landing on the sleeve of his tunic cardigan- Kevin’s mother and both female cousins were still putting the finishing touches on the raised beadwork borders and if he’d fucked anything up they’d have had to kill him. “By the way, Pierce and Var both expect to get a piece.”

“Pierce and Var can bite me.” Whining, Kevin stretched as best he could without messing up Feli’s attempts to braid his mane. He still wasn’t sure why she was doing the whole thing, given how much would be hidden under his clothes, but at this point he refused to argue with any of his sisters for fear of untimely death. “Fuck, I’m hungry.”

“It was your own decision. Just try not to eat anyone during the ceremony.”

“Yeah yeah...”

“There’ll be plenty of food at the reception,” his mother said, still intensely focused on getting that beading done, “nobody will go hungry today.”

“Which you should know,” JJ added beside her, “given you made half of it.” On pure instinct Kevin twisted to swat at her and she barely dodged with a laugh before Feli could manhandle him back into position.

“Kevin, I swear to fuck, if I have to restart this braid…”

“Sorry. And don’t you start shit back there.” Ben joined in on the girls’ snickering. “I’m getting married in two hours and then moving away, I have every right to be nervous.” Which really felt like an understatement. He’d spent most of the last month even more tied up in his machines than normal before the jitters had reached critical mass and activated Stress Baking Mode. The past week had been spent turning every kitchen he had access to into a sea of muffins, breads, cookies, pies, etcetera.

“You know,” Ben said, almost kicking his leg before a mass growl from the women stopped him, Kevin was already wearing the pants and if they were so much as scuffed- “there’s still time to bail.”

Nobody else said anything, which said more than any words could. It was a silent agreement that yeah, he could back out even now if he so chose. Kevin could admit that there was a bit of temptation there. He was nervous, he was worried, and yeah, a little scared. A lot scared. This was a big deal, everything was changing, and he hadn’t gotten more than a right to veto. But, if there was anyone still alive in the galaxy he trusted to have his best interests at heart it was his older siblings- a position it had taken a lot of effort to reach- he’d been preparing for something like this for years, to the point he’d felt the loss of it on the streets. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t like what he’d read in Argit’s file, potential language barriers aside.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it in a sigh, Kevin flashed a nervous smile.

“Yeah, but you know me, like to live dangerously.”

#fanfic #i need a tag for this arvin fic #i really do #yes the wedding is on kevin's birthday #winter solstice- very auspicious much symbolic #and duck it argit's not going to remember birthdays or anniversaries anyway #this just cuts down the number of dates he has to forget

[tales-from-the-watchpoint]

Lena's SO accidentally finds out she's a werewolf

So I totally dropped off the face of the earth for a New York minute. I was feeling in a bad way for pretty long, but I’m back in black like my boi Reaper.

I really am- my wardrobe is like, 95% black.

Having two “times of the month” was difficult enough, buthaving to keep one under wraps for a whole week was a royal pain in the ass.

Lena swore aloud when she saw hair lining the shower- the samecolor as the hair on her head, but coarser and thicker. Cautiously, she riskeda swipe across her back with her fingers, grimacing as she felt more furgrowing in. Already? The problem withthe moon was that it never seemed to wax and wane with any sort of regularity,despite what star charts said.

Lena rushed through washing up as quickly as she could, drapinga towel around her shoulders as she dressed- just in case. There wasn’t muchshe could do about the veritable forest of leg hair aside from throwing on apair of sweatpants, but it would have to do.

She hated leaving youfor more than an hour- missions longer than a week were hell- but Lena had noidea of knowing how you would react, finding out that your petite girlfriendinvoluntarily transformed into a great hairy wolf every month. What if you foundout? What if you hated her? What if it turned out that you were actually reallyinto it and didn’t like her human form anymore?

Okay, Lena thought toherself. Maybe that last one isn’tsomething you should be too worried about now.

“Love?” she said,poking her head into your room, where you lounged on your bed with a datapad. “Igot called out for another mission- short notice. Winston said it would be… aweek or so? Not much longer in any case.”

You looked up fromyour pad, lifting an eyebrow. “That’s odd. Doesn’t Winston usually give you aweek’s notice or more?”

Less than ten secondsin and Lena was already breaking a sweat. She was a terrible liar, especially when it came to you. “Well- ah… you knowhow it is. World’s gotta be saved on the weekend sometimes, and… all that?”

Some higher power musthave blessed her, because you shrugged and didn’t put up a fight, wishing herluck with all her “cavalry’s here world-saving” with a quick kiss.

On the train, Lenadrew in deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm. The transformation couldnever be completely staved off, but staying in control helped prevent the moreferal aspects of it from coming through- she hadn’t seen one firsthand, but ifyou weren’t careful, you could lose yourself entirely in the beast form, andnever be able to change back. There was no way she could let that happen. Herdestination, an isolated little patch of unspoiled nature just north of London,was less than ten minutes away. If she could just keep it together until then…

Transforming, sheddingone’s skin until it grew back as fur and fang, never got any easier or lesspainful. It was good that it was quiet in the woods; no one around to hear thescreaming. Fur sprouted from her spine and arms, claws extending, fangs growingpainfully in front of her human canines. But while turning hurt, becoming theanimal felt oddly tranquil. Lena never felt much of a need to hunt or kill,even when she turned out of stress. She just felt exhilaration, the need to runas far and as fast as she could- it was good to know that the human part of herwas still there.

For a while afterturning, she just stood still in the moonlight, drinking in the sounds of thenight. With canid hearing, even the empty woods sounded like the Underground atrush hour. Lena breathed in the smell of the woods, catching the scent offoxes, squirrels, a wet-dog smell that she both hoped and feared were peoplelike her.

“Lena?”

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuckfuckfuck. Even through the primeval haze, Lena recognized your voice. Shesnapped over to you, hackles raised in a stance that was both aggressive andterrified. She tried to speak- something like “It’s fine, it’s okay, I won’thurt you, I promise” but only growls came out.

She expected you torun away as soon as you saw her, but instead, you calmly dropped your bag onthe ground, slowly approaching her with your hands held in a peaceful gesture.

“Can you understandme?” you spoke slowly, deliberately, scanning her face for a sign ofrecognition.

Lena nodded, almostrobotically, shrinking into herself under your gaze. You crossed the clearingas fast as you could without spooking her, poking forward with no small amount ofcaution. Once you were close enough to touch, you reached forward and strokedthe spikes in her hair.

“I… I would ask youwhy you haven’t told me yet, but I don’t think you’re really in a position toanswer.”

Lena leaned into yourhand while looking at the ground, ashamed of herself for not trusting you.

“Hey, now.” You said,a smile tinging your voice. “Don’t go looking all gloomy on me now. I’m justglad you’re safe.”

You led her towardsthe center of the clearing, towards the moon. Already, Lena felt her fangsbeginning to shrink. She found she could talk.

“…I turned back.” She said,more shocked than you were. “I didn’t even know that could happen. I thought-“

You smiled toyourself, suddenly understanding what had happened. “Perhaps you should brushup on your werewolf lore.” You said. “Don’t you know that being with someoneyou love soothes the savage beast?”

#lena oxton #tracer #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #sfw #supernatural au

[my-emotional-self]

Not So Sneaky (Steve Rogers x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: You’re the daughter of Tony Stark and you live in the new Avengers Facility with everyone.  You have been dating Steve for a while but you’ve been having to sneak around because of Tony.  

Warnings: Swearing and Smutty Goodness

Being the daughter of Tony Stark did have its benefits.  You got to live in the brand new state of the art Avengers facilities your father built in upstate New York.  It had all the dreamy gadgets you could have ever asked for.  You were an Avenger in a sense.  You didn’t have super soldier power like Steve or Bucky; you weren’t an assassin like Clint or Natasha, a God like Thor, or powers like Vision and Wanda. No, you were undoubtedly a Brainiac like your father and Bruce.  You inherited his ability to process incoming information at a speed of light.  If your father for some odd reason couldn’t fix something, you could.  

Nevertheless, being the daughter of Tony Stark also had its disadvantages.  First and foremost, the most important hindrance of them all; dating! It was impossible to date anyone because your father deemed none of them fit enough to date his princess.  You were not his little girl anymore.  You were a woman of 27 years old.  A woman with a body full of vivacious curves that always got attention.  You didn’t mind one bit, you could handle scumbags and their idiotic remarks.  They were just words for crying out loud.  The problem was keeping your current boyfriend a secret; which had become very problematic seeing as he lived at the facility with you.  Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, was your boyfriend, and your relationship was kept a secret from everyone, for both your benefits. 

It was fun to sneak around however.  It made you feel like a giddy teenager all over again.  But alas, you soon realized that became near impossible too.  Your father had installed cameras in all the main rooms, so now your sneaking around was left to either your bedroom or Steve’s bedroom.  Lucky for you, he didn’t have any cameras in the hallways and you were thankful for that.

You were tossing and turning in your bed all night and you settled on the fact that sleep wouldn’t happen. Getting up, you took your phone and disabled all the cameras in the house.  You did this any night you couldn’t sleep, just in case Steve found you awake in the middle of the night in the living room or kitchen.  You remember your father saying something about him and Pepper having their anniversary so he would be either passed out by now, or at least staying in his wing of the facility.  Yes, wing.  Your father built an entire wing just for him and Pepper.  It was practically a whole house, but you didn’t mind, it kept him at bay.

After disabling the cameras, you grabbed your comforter and wrapped it around you.  You were just wearing an old baggy, ratty t-shirt to bed and didn’t feel like putting any sweats on.  Plus, nobody should be awake at 1:30 in the morning.  The guys just got back from a mission yesterday afternoon and you didn’t want to wake Steve up as he was exhausted.

Stopping in the kitchen, you grabbed yourself a bowl of ice cream and made your way to the living room. Scrolling through Netflix, you picked a movie to watch and got settled in; your big comfortable wrapped around you, keeping you nice and warm as you ate your cookie dough ice cream.  

It was only minutes into the movie before you heard someone clear their throat and you looked up to see Steve standing there, pointing at the camera.  You shook your head at him and stated “It’s fine Steve; I disabled them before coming out here.  Come, join me” you patted the spot next to you.

He journeyed the short distance to the couch and you lifted your comforter so he could join you under the blanket.  His left arm was placed along the plush couch so you could cuddle into his side.  You lifted your ice cream back up from the table and scooped it onto your spoon before putting it up to Steve’s mouth. He gave you a chuckle as he opened his mouth, humming as the delicious cold snack hit his taste buds.

Finishing off the ice cream, you placed the bowl back on the table and turned to give Steve an eager kiss, missing the way his soft lips felt against your own.  You pulled back and turned your attention to the movie as Steve did the same.  You took your right hand and placed it on his thigh, your thumb soothingly brushing back and forth.  You heard him let out a content sigh and you grinned, knowing you did your job.  You wanted him to relax and that’s what you were hoping for.

You thought he had fallen asleep, but you couldn’t tell for sure as you were so engrossed into the movie. A steamy sex scene came on the screen and as your hand was still on his thigh, you felt his cock twitch as it became harder.  Glancing to your right, you noticed Steve was actually in fact still awake, and the sex scene was turning him on, which in return, made you very turned on.  

Taking your lip between your teeth, you bit down gently as your hand moved over his semi hard erection. Steve’s breath hitched at your gesture and he turned to see you, already watching him.  No words needed to be said as both of your eyes were full blown with lust, almost as black as the night.  His left arm that was resting on the back of the couch came to grip your head as he pulled you into him.  His smooth lips met yours in a searing passionate kiss; your hand still gently running up and down his now hard dick.  You took his lip into your mouth and nibble lightly, knowing it would turn Steve on even more.  He let out a low growl that sent chills straight to your already dripping core.  

Steve’s hands roamed down your body until they found your hips, he gripped tightly, and pulled you to straddle his lap; his erection hitting your clit and you let out a moan in ecstasy as your head rolled back.  His hands found the inside of your shirt and grazed your soft skin, going further up until he cupped your amble breasts in both hands.  You ground down on him and started rocking your hips as he played with your nipples.  “Fuck Steve that feels so good” you purred out into his ear, grinding down even harder.

Steve took that opportunity to slip his hand into your panties and teased your wet folds.  “Mmmmmm baby…did I make you this wet” he husked in your ear, the deepness of his voice making you shudder.  “Yes Steve…all  you.”

He slipped not one, but two fingers into you simultaneously, your wetness coating his fingers with ease, and you opened your mouth into his neck, trying to stifle some of the moans you were making.  You started to move your hips back and forth again, riding his fingers.  “That’s right baby, ride my fingers, I want to see you cum” Steve growled out.  Your pace became faster and faster as his palm was hitting your nub at just the right angle, his fingers crooking inside of you.  “Oh Steve..fuck…baby I’m so close” you said through your labored breathing. “Look at me” Steve demanded in his Captain voice and you pulled your head from his neck to do so.  The minute you landed your eyes on his you orgasm tore through you; biting your lip from crying out, your throat releasing a strangled noise instead.  As you came down from your climax, you collapsed onto Steve’s chest, your body shaking.  “Good girl” Steve whispered and you smiled.  You loved it when he praised you and said you were a good girl.  

You repositioned yourself so you were able to strip him of his sweats and his cock sprang free. Taking your hand, you reached down and collected some of your own juices and spread it over his hard cock; his hips jerking at your ministrations.  Once satisfied, you positioned him at your opening and sunk down slowly, reveling in the feeling of him filling and stretching you.  You both softly cried out at the feeling, Steve’s head falling back onto the couch.  You started moving up and down, keeping your rhythm simple.  Steve seized your hips in his large hands and you were sure there would be bruising in the morning but you were in too much bliss to care.  His hips starting jerking upwards, matching your thrusts; your body radiating heat from the stamina Steve had.  

Before long, he lifted you off him and stood up as he had you kneel on the cushions, your hands gripping the back of the couch for support as Steve snapped his hips and entered you from behind.  He clutched your hair into his hand and started thrusting fast and deep.  You couldn’t hold back anymore, you didn’t even care you heard you.  “Yesyesyes….fuckfuckfuck…right there Steve” came from your mouth, a jumbled mess as you were gasping for breath.  “Are you close baby girl?” Steve asked you as his thrusts slowed down.  You nodded your answer; your mouth completely dry now. He let go of your hair as one of his hands played with your clit, the other going to your mouth so your screams wouldn’t be too loud.  He picked up his pace again and with his hand at your clit, you didn’t last long.  The coil in your belly finally snapped as your walls pulsated around his cock at the same time you felt Steve spill his seed into you.  Sucking his fingers in your mouth, your moan was quiet as Steve grunted behind you, giving a few more jerks before finally pulling out of you.  Steve fell onto the couch and you slumped right next to him.

“That was fun” you said with a giggle.  “We should try it again sometime” Steve offered.  

The two of you cleaned up, very thoroughly, the mess you made.  Steve walked you back to your room and kissed you goodnight.  You were definitely able to get to sleep after that performance.

Morning came and you found yourself seated in the kitchen eating breakfast along with Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Clint.  You heard him before you saw him.  “Y/F/N. Y/M/N. STARK!” your father roared as he made his way into the kitchen.  “What?” you asked like it was no big deal as you took another sip of your juice; Steve glancing at you with a worried look.  

“Mind telling me why you and Capsicle were fucking on the couch at 2 in the morning?”

Both you and Steve spit your drinks at once, earning groans from your friends.  “How the hell did you know that?  I disabled the cameras last night!” you screeched out, face red from embarrassment at what your father had seen on the tapes.

“You are a Stark Y/F/N, I am a Stark, you should know better than that.  I noticed the cameras would sometimes stop working at night so I set alarms to alert me when it happened.  The cameras were armed minutes after you disarmed them” he explained.

“Oh…umm…well…surprise! Steve and I are dating!” you said half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.  

Your father just grimaced as he turned to Steve and pointed to him.  “You’re lucky I some-what like you Capsicle” he stated before storming out of the kitchen.  

Bucky placed his hand on Steve shoulder.  “It’s about damn time” he said with a laugh.

Clint took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to Natasha who took it with a smile.  You gave them a confused look.  “We made a bet” Natasha stated pointing between her and Clint.  “To see how long it would last before Tony found out.”  Your mouth opened as you gaped at her.  “You two knew!” you exclaimed.  Natasha just rolled her eyes and gave you a “duh” look before heading to the training room with Clint.

You walked over to Steve and gave him a hug.  “Well, at least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yeah, but it was kind of fun” you grinned at him.

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#Steve Rogers Smut #Steve Rogers x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Captain America Smut #Captain America x Reader #Marvel Fanfiction #Steve Rogers Fanfiction #Captain America Fanfiction #Smut

[onceuponacaskett]

I read your trimberly fics, awesome!! Say, what about a smut one? Top!Kim and Bottom!Trini decide to study at Trini's place but they get horny, no one must hear them, but Kim wants to make her moan even though that means they can be caught? 7u7 If they get caught or not, it's up to you!

First of all, thank you for actually liking my fics. Second of all, I’m really, really sorry that it’s taken me so long to get back to writing.

Also posted on AO3

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t,” Trini said, her eyes never leaving the textbook in her lap.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kim said from her spot on the bed right next to her.

“I can literally feel you staring at me like you wanna eat me.”

Kim smirked. “Well maybe I do.” Her hand crept beneath the book that Trini was reading and she gently trailed her fingers over the exposed smooth skin, silently thanking whatever gods might exist that her girlfriend had such an affinity for wearing such short shorts whenever she was relaxing at home.

“Kim,” Trini warned, glancing sideways at her. “We’re supposed to be studying. At least that’s what you told my parents, who, by the way, are right downstairs with my little brothers.” She grabbed Kim’s hand and placed it on the bed. “So this can’t happen right now.”

“Oh come on, Tri—”

“No.”

Kim made a disgruntled noise and sighed. “Fine. It’s not like you’d be able to keep quiet enough anyway.”

Trini immediately looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me? I can be quiet!”

Kim scoffed. “No offense, babe, but you really can’t. How do you think the guys keep catching us all the time?”

“Maybe because you have no self-control and always jump me after we’re done training.”

Kim pretended to think about that before shaking her head. “Nope, it’s definitely because you’re too loud.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“You know what? Fine.” Trini slammed her book shut and threw it on the ground. She swung a leg over Kim’s side, effectively straddling her, and placed her hands on either side of Kim’s head. “Let me prove it. Right here, right now. I won’t make a single sound.”

Kim smiled lasciviously. “Fine then. There’s just one condition.” She quickly flipped them over and pinned Trini to the mattress, their hips slotting together perfectly. “I’m on top.”

Before Trini could respond with something sarcastic, Kim’s lips were attacking her neck, shutting off any function her brain had. She felt Kim gently suck on an area right below her ear and couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat.

Kim pulled back and quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you weren’t gonna make a sound?”

"Shut up,” Trini said, tangling her hand in Kim’s hair and pulling her back down. “It was a one-time thing.”

Kim chuckled, her breath hot on Trini’s neck. “We’ll see about that.” She wrapped a hand beneath Trini’s thigh and hitched her leg around her hips, starting a slow grind that she knew was rubbing them both in the right places. Clothes were becoming a problem, but she was reluctant to stop what she was doing just to remove them.

Using her free hand, she pushed up Trini’s shirt, her mouth immediately finding its way to her breasts. Yanking down the cups of her bra, she flicked her tongue of the tip of a pebbled nipple. She then took the nipple between her teeth, biting down lightly enough that the slight sting of pain was overshadowed by overwhelming pleasure.

“Ki—” Trini nearly moaned before silencing herself. She wasn’t supposed to make noise. It was just—it was just another slip up. That’s all it was. From here on out, she was done. No more noise. None whatsoever. She could only hope Kim hadn’t heard.

But of course, Kim heard. And a shudder wracked her body from hearing Trini trying not to say her name. Fuck, Trini trying to keep quiet was almost as hot as her letting loose and screaming and moaning while Kim wrecked her. Almost.

Suddenly, a devious thought popped into her head. Kim knew she probably shouldn’t listen to it. God only knows how much trouble they’d be in if they got caught. But you see, Kim’s never really been one to ignore her impulses. After all, she had been ride or die with four other misfit strangers after only knowing them for like a day.

So when the idea to actually try to make Trini scream popped into her head, there was no way on earth that she could resist the temptation. Trini’s family was right downstairs, but Kim suddenly wasn’t all that concerned with that little fact. She loved hearing her girl whimper and whine with pleasure and she’d be damned if she wasn’t at least going to try to get her to do that tonight.

She switched over to the neglected nipple and wrapped her lips around it, providing delicious suction that she knew would have Trini squirming beneath her.

She glanced up to see Trini’s upper teeth clamped down tightly on her bottom lip. When she made eye contact with her, Kim smirked, releasing her nipple with a pop before nipping her way down the hard plane of Trini’s stomach, her tongue following behind every light scrape of her teeth.

The leg that had been wrapped around her hips fell to the bed, leaving Trini wide open for her. Unfortunately, there was the matter of her shorts to attend to. She swiftly dragged her shorts and underwear down her legs before settling back in between them.

"What do think, Trini? You want my fingers?” She ran a finger through Trini’s slit, causing her hips to jump at the sudden contact. “Or do you want my mouth?” Kim gently blew cool air on heated, wet flesh and felt the thighs bracketing her tense up.

“Please,” she whispered.

“First, you gotta tell me what you want, baby.”

“Fuck, your fingers. Please, just give me your fingers.” It was getting really fucking difficult to keep her voice down. But she had to. Not only had she basically accepted this challenge from Kim (and she was not going to lose it) but she certainly didn’t want her family overhearing them. It’d be bad enough that her brothers or her dad would, but fuck, she was not equipped to handle the discussion that would ensue from her mother.

Without hesitation, Kim plunged first one, then two fingers inside Trini, her eyes nearly rolling back as she felt herself being sucked into warm depths. She fastened her mouth onto Trini’s inner thigh, sucking harshly in order to leave her mark behind. When she took her mouth away, she crawled back up Trini’s body, her arm never faltering, pushing her fingers as deep as they could go.

She pressed their lips together as her fingers sought out that special spot inside Trini that was guaranteed to make her lose it. Kim had only been able to find it a few times before, but each time had elicited such a reaction that made Kim’s jaw drop in surprise and arousal. She shifted the angle to the right just a little bit and—

Trini gasped, her body reacting like a live wire. Her hands grabbed the first thing they could reach which happened to be Kim’s shoulders. She dug her short nails into her skin and clawed dark red lines down Kim’s back.

Kim could feel blood welling up on some of the scratches, but ignored the pain and discomfort. She was a little too preoccupied with making Trini react like that again. She positioned herself to be able to easily hit that spot with every thrust.

"Oh god, fuckfuckfuck, Kim.” Trini couldn’t stop herself. The floodgates were open and there was no way they were able to be shut again.

“I’ve got you, babe,” Kim said, licking into Trini’s mouth. “Come for me, Trini. I wanna feel you soak my hand. I want you to soak the fucking bed.”

She knew Trini was close. As in, it would only take a few more thrusts before she came. And while Kim had had fun in getting Trini to break her vow of silence (three times might she add), Kim really wasn’t trying to get them caught. Trini was too far gone to put her filter back in place, so it was up to Kim to try to keep the volume down.

When Trini arched her back—a sure sign that she was seconds away from coming—Kim slapped her hand over Trini’s mouth, just in time for her to muffle the loud expletive that she had shouted.

The feeling of Trini’s inner muscles clamping down around her fingers was one that was never going to get old. A small wave of ecstasy rolled through her own body and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that seeing her girlfriend come that hard had made her orgasm as well—without even being touched.

Kim collapsed on top of Trini, slowly removing her fingers from inside her and wiping them on the bed.

As they struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern, Trini said, “Well…I think I was quiet enough.”

Kim gave her a disbelieving look. “Really? I think all of China heard you just now.”

Trini scoffed. “No way.”

A knock on the bedroom door startled them both.

“Trini?” Shit, it was her mom. “Are you two okay in there? We heard you shout pretty loudly a moment ago.”

"Uh, yeah, we’re fine!” Trini said. “I just, uh, stubbed my toe on my desk and it hurt pretty badly. Sorry about that.”

Her mom was quiet for a moment. “Well okay then. But watch your language, young lady. Don’t ever let me hear you cursing like that again.”

“Okay, whatever, Mom. Will do.” She didn’t breathe out a sigh of relief until she heard her mother’s footsteps echoing as she walked back down the stairs.

"So…still think you weren’t that loud?” Kim asked with a shit-eating grin.

Trini grabbed the pillow behind her head and whacked her with it. “Shut up.”

#power rangers #trimberly #trimberly fanfic #kimberly hart #trini kwan

[elliyoyo]

SlytherLin (Lin/Reader)

So, I’ve gone over this twice and added some formatting and all that, so it’s better than when I first posted it! Still happy birthday to @sweaterkitty-fluff and still for @hamwriters write-a-thon day 3! Now I’m on track and my worldwide day will be posted later on! I’ll probably add onto this later, doing more years, so don’t think this is the end to my Harry Potter!Verse madness.

Warnings: My shitty knowledge of Harry Potter after all these years, blood mention, suicide mention, Slytherin!Lin and Hufflepuff!Reader.

Words: 1973

Year One 

“Don’t test me, Ramos! You know I can do it!” A voice shouts, startling you, drawing your attention from your book to the commotion. This was a library- were they trying to get point drawn from their house? Hopefully it wasn’t Hufflepuff. You guys finally had a shot at winning house cup.

“I’m not testing you. And dammit, Lin, quiet down- we’re in the library!” Another voice whisper-shouts back, the sound of one slapping the other echoing off the walls. They both laughed and walked towards you, not realizing it, most likely going to the potions section to study for the oh-so-impossible class. You brush off the familiarity of the name and pick up your quill again, continuing to read the textbook then take notes. The two boys, who you barely caught a glimpse of, walk past the table you’re sitting at, indeed going to the potions section. One was covered in freckles and had dark curly hair framing his face, while the other had a clear, rather pale face with his dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. You feel as if you’d met the pair before, but it is quickly confirmed that you have.

“Um… (Y/N)? Your name is (Y/N), right?” The one you believe to be Lin asks from behind you. You turn around and nod, about to say something, but he cuts you off. “We have potions together. With Snape. I’m failing really bad and you have one of the highest grades in the class and I was wondering if you could tutor me.”

“Uh, yeah, I could. We’d have to find some time to get together daily, though. Maybe an hour or so before we’re supposed to go to the Grand Hall?”

“Yeah, that’d be good.” There was a slightly awkward pause after that until you realized you had no way to contact him.

“Oh! Do you have a phone? Or do you use owls?”

“I have a phone. My mom got me one the week before I boarded the train to get here and she’s too lazy to use owls and wait for them to get to where she sends them, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. Here.” You give him your phone so he can put his number in and you do the same for him, entering your contact name as (Y/N) from Potions before handing it back to him. He hands yours back and you smile at him. “Thanks. So… Talk to you about the whole thing later tonight?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Hope I don’t distract you from your own studying.” You see a small smile creep up on his face as he puts his phone back in his robes’ pocket. He nods and looks over at “Ramos”, starting to walk off with a wave to you. You go back to studying, turning the page, reading over a section on why crushing the sopophorous was so important in the Draught of Living Death potion. When you begin to take notes, your phone buzzes with a message from SlytherLin. Wow. What a nerd.

“Hey! It’s Lin, from the library! Text me when you get a chance!”

“SlytherLin? Really? I’m starting to regret agreeing to this.”

“Aw, c’mon, you love me!”

“...You’re lucky I hate Snape yelling at people or I wouldn’t help you.”

“Love you too, (Y/N) from Potions <3”

Year 3

“So… Remind me why you didn’t try out for the quidditch team?” Lin elbows you, breaking your trance you had been in for a good fifteen minutes. The teacher had been talking about boggarts, but hell if you were paying attention- you already knew everything there was to know about them.

“Because I don’t like sports and nobody that was trying out liked me. Nobody would’ve cheered for me or been there for me anyway,” you say, frowning at him. He gasps dramatically and puts a hand over his heart.

“I would’ve been there! I would’ve cheered the fuck out of your games!”

“Mr. Miranda, language! Five points from Slytherin!” The professor raises an eyebrow at him, everyone turning to him with glares for interrupting the lesson.

“Shit…”

“Five more! That’s ten! Would you like to keep going?”

“...No sir…”

“Good. Now, the boggart will only reflect your dar…”

You drown him out right there, rolling your eyes. You never liked the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. Actually, you never liked any of them, since they seemed to get replaced every year for some odd reason.

“Look, can we get through this lesson without getting any points deducted from my house? Plus, I’m kind of really excited to see what my boggart is, but also really worried, but like, good worried.” You twirl your quill around, laughing softly at how quick you’d forced that out, distracting yourself from thinking about it.

“Well, I mean, okay. I already know what mine is gonna be, haha…” He sighs and looks down, a grim look suddenly taking over. He had told you about his parents during a study session in your first year, and ever since, you two had been connected at the hip, doing everything together. People would make fun of you two for being friends yet complete opposite houses (not really, but everyone seemed to think Hufflepuff and Slytherin were sooo different), but you two didn’t care because it was one of the friendships in Hogwarts. You were pretty surprised no rumors of you two dating had been spread yet.

“Yeah… Remember, if it’s too much, the teacher can help you with it and you can go see Madam Pomfrey. I’ll go with you.” You put an encouraging hand on his arm and he reflects your soft smile.

“Gotcha, but I’m pretty sure you’ll need me more than I’ll need you, (Y/N). I can handle fear, but I’ve seen you around spiders and oh god, if a daddy long legs is scaring you, you’re fucked when the boggart shows you a huge ass spider!” He snickers and ruffles your hair.

“...Screw you, Lin.”

“When, where, and which position?” He smirks and narrows his eyes at you, knowing you hated when he joked like this.

“Cut it ouuuuttt, you know you’re like a brother to me.” ...He wasn’t. He was more. His cheeky smiles and love of proving people wrong had gotten to you and you had fallen for the boy who named himself Slytherlin on your phone. You brush it off and push him, almost knocking him off his seat.

“Okay! Time for the boggart! Get in a single file line, no pushing, shoving, or cutting!” The teacher shouts, making the kids scatter before forming a line as they said, you and Lin the third and fourth students to go.

The first two go without a problem, properly doing the spell and keeping themselves from locking up. Then it’s Lin’s turn. He grasps tightly onto his wand with his dominant hand, the other one flexing and shaking. Then all of a sudden he’s frozen, no shaking or flexing, just straight up frozen. You know the exact look in his eyes; a mixture of fear, shock, and heartbreak.

“...Jesus Christ…” He reaches out, dropping his wand, tears dripping down his cheeks before hitting the ground. The teacher immediately casts a spell and puts the boggart back in the box where it was before the lesson.

“Mr. Miranda, do you need a moment?”

Lin does nothing but nod, giving you a desperate, vulnerable look. You quickly run up to him and take his hand, leading him out of the room.

“Lin, what’d you see?”

“I can’t. (Y/N), I can’t tell you, fuckfuckfuck, I can’t.” He shakes his head, tightly holding onto your hand, slumping against the wall.

“I won’t judge you, I swear. I just want to know how to help you and it would really help me to help you if I knew.”

“No. Please stop asking… I can’t and won’t and that’s final and I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Well, um…” You look down, feeling like you’re just bothering him. “I’m gonna go back in and do mine, I guess. I’ll come out again when I’m done.” You walk back in the room, nodding at the teacher, saying you were ready to go. They let the boggart out if the box and you took a deep breath before opening your eyes.

Lin. It was Lin. Did this mean you were afraid of him? You raise your wand to say ‘Ridikkulus’, but before you can, Lin tilts his head and bursts out laughing.

“What? Can’t even cast a little spell? You’re just that useless?” He rolls his eyes, stepping closer to you. “Jackass. You think I actually ever liked your goddamn company? You must be a lot stupider than your grades reflect. Let me guess, you’re a daddy’s girl? You wanna get good grades and go back and try to make daddy happy? You’ll always be a disappointment to him, so why do you bother? You should just kill y—”

And then he was gone.

The boggart was put back in the box again and you collapsed to your knees, feeling sick. The teacher called for Lin, who peered in and then came running, seeing your state.

“Bring Ms. (Y/L/N) to Madam Pomfrey immediately. Don’t dilly dally,” the teacher ordered. Lin responded with a nod and helped you up, hating the empty yet shaken look in your eyes. You were more than a sisterly figure to him and it began to hurt him, so much that he asked you what you had asked him, thinking he wouldn’t get an answer.

“...What’d you see?” He puts a supportive hand on your arm, stopping in place, making you stop as well.

“Honestly? You. You were yelling at me and saying that you never liked me at all and that I should just k-kill… Fuck, that I should kill myself…” You let out a small sob and he pulls you into a tight hug, placing small kisses here and there on your head.

“You know I’d never say that and you know I love you and you know that it was just a dumbass boggart.”

“I do, no you don’t, and it was just… so real… hell, you know it seems real, you went before me. Hey, I told you what I saw, what’d you see?”

“Damnit, I guess I do have to. Fine, I saw you, too. But you were weak and bleeding and crying for help and saying it was my fault and you were just covered in cuts and blood and it scared the hell out of me, (Y/N).” He starts walking again, looking  back at you, hand taking your again.

“You’re afraid of me being hurt?” Your voice is extremely soft, not wanting to push his buttons. “That’s really sweet, but what’d you really see?”

“I’m not lying, (Y/N). Why would I lie? Hell, how would I make something like that up?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion. You just keep your mouth shut the rest of the way. When you’re right outside Pomfrey’s room, he stops you. You still say nothing, merely giving him an expectant looking, wishing to know what he wanted. He seems to debate something before slipping a hand in your hair, pulling your face towards his, kissing you softly. You close your eyes and lean up into it, tilting your head. It’s what you’d seen in movies and it seemed to be working well enough. He pulls back too soon for your likings and clears his throat.

“Have fun, (Y/N). Tell her I might stop by later.” He looks around for a moment before quickly walking off. You watch him until he turns a corner, then let out a breath you’d been holding since he’s stopped you.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t lying about what he saw.

#lin #lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel x reader #lin x reader #lin fanfiction #lin manuel miranda fanfiction #hogwarts #harry potter #harry potter au #slytherin lin #hufflepuff reader #ig #fluff #hamilton #in the heights #because he was in them #ig????? #<3 #👏🏻👏🏻 #hamwriters #writeathon #write a thon #lit day #literature

[survivorhogsmeade]

Episode #3: I Am A Sneaky Bitch. -Alex C

Of course y’all fucking swapped us. I was JUST getting to know people and now I have to start over wooooo can’t wait. 

I like the tribe I guess. Elmo and I were separated which is sad, but I still have Sammy and now Stephen. Things are looking good...I hope.

Ack! The swap! But hey my OG tribe has majority, I only haven’t met one person before, and I don’t have to worry about Olivia and Lukas teaming up to kill me.... yet. Im really glad to have second chances with these people I just hope they see it the same way, we look like a strong tribe too though there are some powerhouses on the other tribe still.

There was a swap! Dang I miss my old friends now... at least I have Elmo on my side! Ash is very inactive so I'm a little worried with numbers

So I'm trying the Room of Requirement task. It seems hard, mostly because I am not the best at anagrams and because I am having the hardest time finding any of the items. At least, the website is actually working now, only messed up a little bit lol.

I GOT SEPARATED FROM ALL OF MY FUCKING FRIENDS ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK YOU RANDOM DOT ORG At least I have Elmo. Hopefully this will bring us closer together Kevin is... unsettling like he’s a loose cannon 

This challenge seemed fun at first, and it is still a super cool idea... I am just no longer enjoying myself. I think I'm just going to go to bed now, because I don't want to deal with this anymore. :(

If inactive ash is the death of me I will fucking riot

This challenge needs to die and never be brought into another game again literally go Thelma and Louise yourself challenge omfgggg. I mean kudos to the hosts for working hard af on it like what a cool concept but goddamn for someone as lazy as I am it’s fuckin terrible 😂

A swap?  Groundbreaking.

And NATURALLY both tribes are 4-3 Rosmerta.  Things don't look great for our heroes, folks!

My plan in this swap is twofold: first, make friends.  Okay, fine.  Elmo seems nice, Kevin seems...desperate.  Sure, fine.

Second step: BURN MYKONOS TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN GROUND

Basically, if and when we lose, I am going to go to Elmo, Kevin and the third one I've forgotten and say "Hey, listen, obviously y'all have the numbers, and that's chill.  But here is the thing: there's a six-person alliance and I want to burn it down so we all don't get fucked at merge, so let's vote Kylie out and then Olivia."

Will it work?  Who knows!  Will it be fun? Hells yes!

Gulp this challenge isn’t looking good and if it comes to tribal I am worried. I hope I can work something out with Lukas Anna and Madison, Joanna, or Sammy, or even Alex C if thats the only option. If we do lose tribal it’ll be info gathering time, trying to SUBTLY find cracks in the for. Or in the worst case scenario betray Zonko for some kind of position with Rosmerta.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1Q4jnht0aI1

Kevin doing something very unexpected

https://vocaroo.com/i/s06QxTdrohXY

room of requirement + train wreck tribe + possible alliance of mykonos people + general stuff

im a #dumbass and i love elmo so much omfg but we're so alone also i love ruthie, alex, and kylie more than ash already but it would be so dangerous to flip bc they could run to ash and be like hey they want you out vote with us and get one of either elmo or i out ugh

Yeah, so, um, I suck at anagrams. Sammy, who is someone I trust 100%, said he went for the room as well, but said that he didn't get there first. I'm currently trying to decide if it is even worth trying to solve this anagram at this point. But I know that I want to work with Sammy. With a little help from Sammy, I finished the anagram and have submitted the link to my host chat, knowing full well that I am not getting a trip to the room. Mostly just wanted to finish it, because I would have felt like a failure if I didn't lol. Anyway, I hope that Olivia went for it and got it! I can't wait for Sammy and I to be reunited with her (and bring Lukas too).

I am really stressed about losing that immunity. The people that I DO NOT want to go: Lukas and Sammy. The people that I would prefer not to go but if sacrifices have to be made: AJ/Anna. I think Alex C is a very big asset in terms of challenges, but that is a little scary going into the merge. Stephen scares me a little because I have played with him before and I know how smart he is, but I also want to work with him because he is super smart and we never got a chance to really repair the broken ass relationship we had in Mykonos (game wise). Madison... she has barely talked to me... Lukas says that it would be a big move to get rid of her, but like I haven't formed really any type of relationship with her and she hasn't been doing that much in terms of challenges. She's looking like the best option... I'm planning on asking around a little bit to try and see what everyone is thinking but ya know, when people don't talk to you it is hard to tell

Madison tells me she’s heard Lukas name. I’m good with that. But Joanna tells me she’s not close with Madison and isn’t opposed to flipping on the Rosmertas. On one hand getting out a Rosmerta could help even numbers, but looking forward I’d rather break tribelines than stick to them. If we have less Zonko and more Rosmerta then its less likely to become ZvR at merge. But I want both Madison and Joanna as potential allies as I still dont know what really went on pre-swap. I don’t think I should tell Madison what Joanna said, but I might be able to sway Joanna to vote Lukas. I’ll wait to see what Alex C, Sammy, and Anna think.

I've changed my mind. Before I was thinking that in a dire situation I would vote for AJ. I have decided I was lying to myself, I am not voting for her. I want her to stay, because I really really like talking to her and I would just be sad to see her go. Idk why I thought I would have been okay with it.

*Me to Anna*: “oh you want to vote out Madison? Thats fine its Fine! All good I’ve got your back!” *Me internally*: “fuckfuckfuck” Ah well, if it happens it happens I live to vote another day. I just know this could blow up in my face. I might tell Madison, see if she has an idol.

yikes okay so we are going to tribal...i tried to get a lot of them..we were just three behind, rip. I found the link to go to the room of requirement but I was too late..somebody already beat me. I think it could’ve been elmo, Alex, or Olivia. I’m really hoping it was elmo. He is probably my closest ally and I’m trying to distance myself away from all the mykonos people...but i want to work with some of them. For example, Joanna and I didn’t get to work together in the game because we never got the chance. Stephen and I were going against each other in Mykonos but I wasn’t to try to work with him here. Olivia and Lukas are gonna work together so that makes me extremely nervous. I like Anna, she’s super cool and I’m really hoping we can work together for a long time. Alex is a great player all around so he makes me a bit nervous. Anyways that challenge was super fun and I’m glad I could help out!  The only names I’ve heard for the vote are Madison, Stephen, and Lukas, but i Like them all:/ i think Madison is going home which sucks bc i know how much she’s been wanting to play a Harry Potter game but she’s been busy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NPBIwQyPWE

these hoes REALLY tryna push my name around today of all days. I GOTTA GO TO PROM Y’ALL THIS IS AN ALL DAY THING. catch me campaigning to stay while getting my hair done.

I’m so glad we finally won something woohoo! Right now I’m on a monorail to Epcot and glad I’m not having to worry about a vote!

Sammy, Joanna, and myself are tight. However, we cannot figure out the vote for tonight. We want Stephen gone but AJ is throwing a fit because she thinks it’s an attack on old tribe lines. For now we just have to make sure it’s not my trio that leaves. Idc about anything else. 

We won! I haven't been to tribal yet either! I wonder how long o can go without going to tribal :0

So this tribe swap is stressful. I have Stephen and Lukas from OG Zonko and then I met 4 new people... which obviously means we are in the minority if people are sticking to their og tribes. I vibed really well with Joanna and Alex C, they are really fun people. I don't 100% trust them yet but they are really fun to talk to. 

We lost immunity... shocker.. a tribe I'm on loses??? I'm shocked. Now I've heard literally everyones names except me or Joanna. People wanted Alex because he's so good at challenges but people that good at challenges go early merge and we need him to win the next challenge if we don't swap or anything yet. Every og Rosmerta has told me they like me more than their original tribe and that they wanna work with me, do I believe it?? ehh.. does it make me happy? hell yeah.. 

Alex wanted Sammy which threw me off because everyone has been saying Stephen. I don't want Stephen to go because he's an OG Zonko and i told him I would try to keep him safe. Now yes, I am going to TRY but I'm not going to put my own neck on the line for someone else. I don't think these tribe lines are too strong and I think they can be broken next round. People are also saying Stephen is a sneaky player from past games so maybe that is true? Who knows. My vote is still up in the air but I have work in like less than 2 hours so I'm gonna have to decide quick.

https://youtu.be/W_HUdf89hI8

I'm having a great time!!!!!!! We won!! This is so nice oh my god I spent three hours on that challenge and only found three things and i was so worried but we did it!

I can't believe we won again! I've been immune every single round which is lit af :') I lowkey made f2 with Kevin and talked about with Olivia. Gotta have your bases covered, yknow? I've been trying to keep talking to Ruthie, Kylie and Alex S so if we eventually lose, we can have an easy vote. ALTHOUGH, I do have to admit that I'm paranoid that the OG Zonko's are going to team up with Ash and vote Kevin off (I think that Kevin would be the first target because Kylie and Olivia are friends and I THINK they like me so they wouldn't want me out first. Who knows though! My perception could be really off!)

I feel like we might have another swap at 12, maybe not but it would be cool! This tribe is kinda scary because of Kev's maneuver! But I'm just trying to take it day by day right now. 

Rosmerta's tribe will be interesting to see because I hope that my OG tribe stays together to vote off one of the OG Zonko's. I still want Anna to stay because it would be nice to have an ally at the merge who I've known before the game. I also feel like Alex C could be in danger but I really hope that he's not! Pray for Rosmertas and Anna! If Stephen or Lukas went out it would be VERY nice because it would definitely weaken the supposed Mykonos alliance , still not sure if its true but there's defo rumors of that being a thing

Go to sleep to drama, wake up to drama. Its the drama ouroboros. So apparently Lukas, Sammy, and Joanna are targetting me for Mykonos, which is very rude but not unsurprising. But Madison Aex and Anna are going to save me and vote Sammy? Idk who to believe but I am more tempted to trust Anna atm.

Alright kids, we finally won something!  And thank gods too, because this weekend was TERRIBLE for me to try and scramble, so I got real lucky.  Also, of the 30 items, I found, like, half?  And I could've had more if I had, like, spelled Colin Creevey's name right?  So I feel good about that.

Anyway, here is my assessment of my current Zonko tribe, in no particular order.

Ruthie - light of my life, my moon and stars, I must ensure I have the opportunity to push her in front of a train at some point

Elmo - Easily the one I've talked to the most since the swap.  Nice kid, I like him, I think he's playing more naive than he actually is but that's fine.

Kevin - a mess, I'm love him, asked me for help on the challenge because he is a disaster, hopefully I can pocket him

Kylie - literally didn't message me until today, okay girl

Olivia - we keep missing each other and also I want her dead because Mykonos sooooo

Ash - whom

Operation "Save My Ass By Turning People Against Mykonos" is absolutely a go, though my hope is that I won't be in too much danger as a challenge asset, but this is also nearing the point where you gotta cut the challenge assets loose, SO!  We'll see!

I expect Anna to be voted out on the other tribe tonight because she is not a Mykonian and I know she was busy yesterday because it was her birthday, so I suspect she may not have had as much time to bond with the tribe as she would've liked.

I am a sneaky bitch holy hell. See Sammy and Joanna messaged me at the same time wanting to vote off Stephen. They also both wanted Madison gone for a hot second. So my thought process went to “huh, what if they do that to me?” So I went to AJ and asked if we could vote off Sammy. Then asked Madison, and told Stephen he basically had to or he’d be voted off.

Idk what it is with Sammy. I like him a lot as a person but game wise I just don’t think we’re ever exactly on the same page.

I also got into the room of requirement and got the marauders map. I picked it because of Daddy Lupin and that’s really only why. I get to see what alliances (or how many I forget) a person is in. I can use it once until the final seven. I don’t think it’s the strongest power I could’ve gotten but somethings better than nothing.

#mischiefmanaged