#why the body 'boils down' to these key lines

[astralnymphh]

⤹ okay but on the topic of vampire!ellie, which one do you guys personally like?? has nothing to do with what i'll write next, just a curiosity + headcanons. MDNI 18+ enjoy this free vamp!ellie brainstorming content with a random side of nipple fixation!

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teenage dirtbag vampire!ellie in a modern realm who can't stand being in her parents suburban hell born house, tired of their cockalorum and urging for her to engage more in the vampiric branch of her family. attend the parties, go human–hunting with the other blood–ingesting addicts, try this, do that. it all irked ellie the wrong way, made her psyche boil, cause all she wanted to fucking do was you. she craves only your blood, your taste, the metallic ribbons pumping your lifeline was like a goddamn nectar to her. and you let her feed, because you loved her. you let your meat sack of a body replace her breakfast, lunch, dinner– first and final meal.

that's why you let her move in with you. cause you fucking can. now, every itty–bitty token of her life tangles with yours on the walls. pictures and awards, a manifold of knickknacks cluttering the window sills, even her clothes tend to blend with yours– an illusive invitation for you to wear her clothes without the question ever pressing her lips apart. you both are madly besotted in each other. no denial objects to that.

and, fuck, this version of ellie is hot. fitted tanks absent of a bra– pale brown pierced nipples erecting the thin fabric into a small mound. gray wash skinny jeans that fit her lean legs well, waistband cruising nicely under that peek of a v–line, fraying at the ankle hems that contrasts into those battered up converse of a similar hue. oh, and usually cloaks her shoulders up in a sable leather jacket– with your name patched in. a jacket, so prized, alwaaays winds up hurled to some isolated and cimmerian corner of your room, purely cause she lacks the care to hang it up whenever she returns home in a scramble, fangs unsheathing for blood. her knees would find themselves pressing hard into the mattress beneath both of you, centering a large gully of weight where her half–unzipped crotch and your butt meet, thirstily rutting to the point of numbing your clit through the hard denim of your pants. her zinc button just kept pounding that shit, keeping you spread wide. while dry humping you, she'd moan and groan hot on your earlobe, fangs partial hooking on the rim, "mhh– fuck n' suck, babe– can i? fuuck.." 'fuck n' suck' was just some made–up code for, well, it should be obvious. times like those, where she intends to fuck her pussy rough on you without remorse, whilst drying your organs of blood.

ohh, but i'll write that in detail one day~

gothic vampire!ellie who lodges high on a hill, deep in the mighty fathomage of her grandoise palace, steeples scaping high into the howling sky– torn asunder by a network of lightning above. you're nothing but meat and blood, princess, a feast inside regalia. every freshwater pearl, every satiny reflection of light off your dress, only made your flesh more supple in her fluorescent fern eyes. those lucifer–damned pupils though, well, let's just say you can't even measure the green pool of her eyes anymore. dilating, big black saucers, ballooning the milken white away whenever she snags a glimpse of your blood. that phantom heartbeat of hers races madly, mad of love for that color. for that glisten of liquid. so divine, she thinks. a gulp bolts down her gullet when within a measly foot of you, or, more specifically, a mere gate between the two of your noses. how else is she supposed to store her cache of sustenance?

yes, that's precisely what i'm hinting at. a holding cell. dusty and decrepit, rats abundant skittering the stone ground, and you swore cobwebs began to web themselves in your hair– now loose and unbraided. that brute of a girl would crouch on the opposing side, dangling keys on a loop sat upon her finger, ploddingly wagging like a swinging great axe. taunt, taunt taunt taunt.. is all she would skip about and do. slip into your cell quickly and play with you. kitty–cornering you and blocking you in her arms, cooing how terribly sorry she feigns to be, for jailing you up and treating you like meat. however, tides turn, and so do emotions. could it be, the dracula upon the misty cliff– has fallen in love?

turns out, witty princesses with a snakish tongue and spit to spare really turned her on. fuck, even you cursed yourself for rending your guard and feeling a magnetic pull to that hunk of a beast, clad in her midnight black, puffed sleeves and collar drawstring shirt. finely sewn black trousers and shiny black boots, curse you, for finding something about that hellishly horrid outfit so handsome on her. there's– oh, this particularly noticeable asset tp her garb as well. the black dye was nearing translucency, and if you loitered your vision directly on her chest long enough, caught in the right cosmic light, you could see that waxen bosom and her nipples, light brown contrary to her vampiric skin. haha, how humiliating it was when she caught you staring at them as she stood in front of your sat stature, being so brazen enough to ask, "something caught your eye princess? shall i strip myself of this, then?" whilst her hands mindlessly tucked under the loose hem anyway, wringing the fabric over her head and banishing it aside. "here, feel my dead heart–" swirled her voice, thrusting her hand out to grasp yours, cold as the ice age, her mitts froze your wrists and yanked them forth, pressing them flat against her breast and swiping her thumb across your contrasting warm skin, leavening with excitement as you fondle. she stows her knee on the bed adjacent to your thigh, whispering, so.. so, hauntingly, "feel that? no pulse, no life, not a spark lives within me, dear." and it was nothing vastly far from the truth. beneath her erect nipple, was no beat. eyes widening to a moon, and lips parting to steal simply too much air, you shudder. was it fear, you shuddered for, or arousal? that's a tale, for another day.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #vampire!ellie #lesbian #sapphic #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou smut #ellie smut

[imfinereallyy]

Deja Vu

for @mira-jadeamethyst and their request for a deja vu soulmate au, I had so much fun writing it. I hope you like it. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Steve Harrington wasn't sure about a lot when it came to life, but he was sure that this wasn't his only one.

It had been small things at first. The sense that he had seen the face before of a businessman his father worked with, despite them meeting for the first time. How many steps are on the stairs to his room the first time they get to the house in Hawkins. The way he knew that his favorite color was yellow but couldn't exactly explain it. It was just that it has always been yellow; like he was born with only knowing two things: how to breathe and that his eyes would always wander to things bathed in the color of sunshine.

Then it had been bigger things, like knowing his parents would never love him, even before the first strike of his father's palm. The way his body ached once and a while with an injury that he wouldn't receive until years down the line. How once he got them for real, the aches were then every day.

The biggest had come in the form of him fumbling for his keys, running from the Byers' house. The deep seeded curse of knowing that he couldn't run away, that this was important. That he had been here before, time and time again, but this was the only way it work out. So without thinking too deeply into it, as he had with most things he felt he had done once before, Steve Harrington ran back inside to face a monster of an unknown world.

It was hard to ignore after that.

Steve wasn't exactly sure what any of it meant. Why he had this constant feeling of Deja Vu. He didn't know if it was that he was doomed to live the same things over and over, as if he was stuck in a loop. That one didn't feel likely, though. He was always moving forward, making mistakes, unable to undo. Before the Upside Down, he had believed that maybe it was his past lives haunting him. That he was the same kind of person no matter the period of time.

After the Upside Down, he started to think maybe there were a bunch of different versions of himself in different universes, echoing off of each other.

Steve didn't really understand the science behind that one. He had thought about seeking Dustin out and had even buttered him up with a king-sized 3 Musketeer. When it came down to asking, though, Steve backed out. This time it hadn't been a feeling telling him he had done this before, that he had to do it right. In the end, it had boiled down to the simple ideas of he didn't want to seem silly, and he wasn't entirely sure Dustin would believe him.

Because maybe it was none of his theories; maybe it was nothing at all.

So, Steve moved throughout his life with a constant feeling of exasperated "this again?", in his gut.

Still, Steve had learned a few things along the way.

The first was that in every life, his parents would remain the same. There was no version of him good enough. Their love was conditional, temporary if it existed at all. In this lifetime, it did not. Some days this comforted Steve, knowing he wasn't the source of the problem. On other days, he thought desperately to himself that maybe this time, he could get it right.

He would not.

The second was that in every life, Steve Harrington will love Nancy Wheeler, and in every universe, she will love him differently than he wants. Steve figures this out in Tina's bathroom when Nancy drunkenly slurs "bullshit" to him over and over. With each punishing word, Steve feels an ache in his chest that feels like burned skin once again over an open flame: The hurt was already there, healed over, only to be opened again. Most days, Steve is bitter about this one. It seemed to Steve that every version of him was destined to be lonely and unwanted for a long time. On the odd day, though, Steve was strangely happy about this occurrence. For Steve had learned to love Nancy differently, too. That perhaps he never even loved her in the way that he needed. Not in the bare, all-encompassing way he craved. During their relationship, they both wore masks, never really themselves around the other. Steve wasn't sure if Nancy could have ever really loved the real him.

Nancy and Steve were not bound together by love, care, or kindness. Instead, they were strung together with broken strings dipped in steel-coated camaraderie.

The third thing Steve learned along the way was perhaps his favorite of all. In every life, Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are best friends.

Steve had a feeling when he met Robin for the first time, buried under all of the irritation he had for the stupid uniform, that she was something special. He felt it there with his feet planted on the cold tile, that Robin and him had done this before. They were supposed to be in this room together.

Robin, unfortunately had not felt this way at first. Steve had thought maybe, for once, he had gotten it wrong.

But then there was Russian code, secret underground bases (both of which Steve had not had the feeling of doing before), and torture (this, unfortunately, felt like a repeated event), and suddenly they are both on the tile floor of a movie theater bathroom high off their asses, and Steve knew.

Steve knew that in every lifetime, Steve Harrington lives, breathes, and dies for Robin Buckley. And he knows that Robin would do the same for him.

Steve, for the first time, wasn't gutted by his deja vu. He wasn't licking the wounds of rejection. Instead, he felt a little bit like his favorite color, bright and warm. Burning from the inside with the kind of happiness only connected to friendship.

Steve thought maybe now he would be able to tell someone why his favorite color was yellow just as easily as he could explain why Robin Buckley was his favorite person.

Despite all the learning he'd done, all the recollections he had, Steve never told anyone. It wasn't like it was important. It wasn't like he had the power to change things or know when or where things would happen. Most of all, Steve was pretty certain there was no one he was meant to be with. That his cursed feelings of "this again?" were his warning enough that he would never truly belong to anyone. The closest thing he would get to that all-encompassing sort of love would be from Robin, from the party.

Steve had convinced himself that he was okay with this because it was simply meant to be. So, he never said a word.

Steve learned the hard way the truth cannot long stay hidden, that eventually, he would have to face what it all meant and why.

It started like this:

With Steve's back being crushed against the boathouse wall and a broken bottle pressed against his neck. A wild Eddie Munson in his face, everyone around them yelling, screaming at one another. Each of them was so distracted with calming Eddie down, and getting Steve to back off they didn't notice Eddie lean in carefully.

With a harsh whisper that Steve was surprised he could hear over the roaring of his ears, Eddie snarled, "I would think before you speak next, Harrington."

Instantaneously Steve felt it. That drop in his stomach, the head rush, the ringing in his ears. Steve felt it stronger than ever before, like a siren in the sea; something called him to this moment, to this man before him. Steve had felt Eddie's swipe of his thumb across his chest before. Had smelt this smoke and sweat over and over again, despite never being this close. Steve knew, with every fiber of his being, Eddie had asked him this many times before.

And all Steve could think, stripped bare of any other feeling except the all-encompassing need behind the words of his only thought, "You again."

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this was so fun to write and more of a snippet than anything. Like most things, let me know if I should write more to it. This feels like more of an ao3 potential piece.

anyway, keep a look out for more of the request game responses; they are on a posting schedule right now :)

#steddie #stranger things #platonic stobin #soulmate au #there was so much build up to this but aaaaahhhh it was so fun to write #steve harrington #my writing #eddie munson #robin buckley #ficlet #steve x eddie #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve and robin are soulmates too #but so are eddie and steve #just in very different ways #soulmates #twin flames

[saintsugu]

Daddy’s Girl.

pairing: ran haitani x fem!reader

contents: daddy kink, possessiveness, jealousy, oral sex (f), teasing, ran kinda views you as property, overstimulation, mentions of him owning you, unestablished relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, violence, implied murder / assault

word count: 2.8 k

author’s note: first re-upload on here !<3

The phone rings once—twice, before the man on the other line answers. 

“Why are you calling so soon, doll?” His cocky tone is quickly cut off by the sound of you sniffling. “Doll, what happened?”

It’s been close to a month since he’s heard from you. You started seeing someone else and decided to break off contact for the time being. He didn’t put up much of a fight, because he knew that it was only temporary; knew that in the end, you’d come crawling back to him like you always do. 

“He left, he broke up with me.” You sound weak, but he can tell that you’re trying your best to stay strong while on the phone with him. 

Ran can feel his teeth grind as he immediately grabs his keys. The thought of someone—some lowlife, jackoff doing this to you, makes him seethe with rage. 

“Can you…can you come over?” You timidly ask. 

“I’m already on my way, pretty,” he states as his car starts, engine roaring as he opens the garage. 

He can still remember the way his blood boiled when you told him that you started seeing someone. Besides the obvious jealousy, he genuinely didn’t have a good feeling about this guy. He told you his thoughts on the matter, but you marked it off as him not wanting to let you go. 

There wasn’t really much he could do or say, considering you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. But in the end, you’re calling him in tears and once again, he’s proven right. 

The streets are barren since you called him so late at night, and he’s able to make it to your place in under ten minutes. He rushes up the stairs and uses his spare key to unlock the door; one that you don’t even know he has. 

“Ran?” Your voice is shaking as you speak and he despises the sight in front of him. 

You’re curled up on your floor, knees to your chest and used tissues are balled up on the carpet surrounding you. Face red and eyes puffy as you sniffle.

“The door was unlocked,” he lies, making his way to you. “C’mere, baby.” He scoops you into his arms, letting you grab onto his neck and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. 

He sits on the edge of the bed with you still placed in his lap. He leans back, motioning for you to do the same, and from this position, he wipes away strands of your hair to look at your face. 

Your beautiful face, that should only look like this because of him. You should only be crying if it’s because he’s fucking you too well; because he’s pushing past all of your soft limits and making you cum more times than you thought possible. You should only ever be crying because of him, not some two-bit piece of shit. 

“Why are you crying, sweetie?” He coos, gently caressing your cheek. 

“He used me,” you sniffle. “Just like you fucking said he would.” 

He doesn’t say anything, probably hoping to coax you into continuing; spoiler alert, it works.

“Said he only…” you’re still having post-crying hiccups as you struggle to regulate your breathing. “He only used me for my body.”

Suddenly, Ran sees red. This dick that he allowed you to see, was using you for Ran’s body? That doesn't fly for him. You’re his, and his only. He’s gonna make you see that. 

“Listen to me, doll,” he whispers, tilting your head up so that you can look him in the eye. “I’m gonna make you forget all about him, okay? That sound good to you?”

You nod, still taking short breaths in as you sniffle. You let him set you on the mattress, laying down flat on your back. Even if you didn’t realize it at the time, this is exactly why you called him earlier. 

“Don’t gotta do a thing. Just let your daddy take care of you, yeah?”

His lips find your neck and he already knows what spot he needs to focus on. As soon as he starts to suck a bruise onto the flesh, you let out a soft moan. It’s been a month since you’ve slept with him, which also means it’s been a month since you’ve been properly taken care of. 

Ran knows you better than you know yourself. He knows every single thing that makes you tick, no matter how big or small it may be. 

His hand slips under your shirt and since you’re conveniently not wearing a bra, he easily starts to palm your tit. 

“Ran,” you whine.

“Patience.” He silences you with a single word. “Let me take my time with you.”

You whine and buck your hips against him, but you don’t dare defy him; you’ve learned your lesson from the multiple times he’s made you get off on his thigh in the past. 

He leaves a line of kisses down your sternum, sucking marks as he goes. He needs to cover every inch of your skin in him, needs to get rid of any sign of your shitty ex. 

“You’re so wet, and I haven’t even done anything,” he muses as his finger slips under the band of your panties. “Poor baby, did he not take good care of you?”

You shake your head no, hoping that it’ll spur him on to do something. Ran’s always been very competitive in the end. 

“Don’t worry,” he presses a kiss on your lower stomach, right above the top of your shorts. “Daddy’s here, now.”

As he pulls your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop, you quickly shut your legs because of the cold and bitter air, but no, Ran’s not taking that. 

“Thought you were gonna be good for me. Thought you were gonna listen to daddy,” he hums, prying your legs open again. “Daddy never said to shut your legs.”

“I’m sorry…”

“‘Sorry’, what?” He sucks on the inside of your thigh, waiting for you to answer before giving you what you crave so badly. 

It takes you a moment, probably too embarrassed to say it right away, but you come around and utter the words, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He pulls away from the skin with a pop, and smirks at you. “That’s my girl.”

It’s the last thing he says, before his tongue is on you. He licks your clit until it’s puffy enough for him to suck it into his mouth. You squirm and whine in his grasp, but he keeps his forearm crossed over your waist to prevent you from moving too much.

“Ran,” he lightly slaps your thigh, making your whole body jolt before you correct yourself. “Daddy, I,”

“What is it, pretty girl?” He returns to licking your clit, occasionally slipping his tongue into your clenching cunt just to hear you moan. 

“W-want your cock,” you struggle to think with him stimulating you and it takes a little longer than usual for you to finish your statement. “It’s been too long, please.”

“Gotta get your ready for me, baby doll. Or did you forget my size?” He wolfishly grins. “How about this, you cum for daddy right now, and I’ll fuck you the way you want me to. Sound good?”

You’re biting down on your lower lip, trying your best to contain your moans as you shake your head in agreement. He goes back to sucking on your clit and before long, you’re coming undone on his tongue. 

He groans against you, letting his tongue dive into your hole to lick up your juices. He continues to stimulate you through your orgasm, sucking your clit raw until you tug on his hair to pull him off, whimpering about how, “‘s too much, daddy, please.”

He almost feels bad for you. You don’t realize that this is just the beginning—just the warmup. He wants you crying for him. Crying over the pleasure he’s causing you, and not the pain some no-named jackass caused. 

When he’s done with you, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone his. When he’s content, the only thought left in your dumb brain will be about your daddy and his big fucking cock. 

“Oh, sweet girl…” He sits up, towering over you as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “We’re just getting started.”

The words send chills down your back, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. You watch in awe as he sheds his clothes layer by layer. You haven’t seen him like this is in too long, you almost forgot how much you missed the view. 

His tattoo is on display, the light falling on it perfectly as he undoes his belt. 

“If this wasn’t the first time in so long, I would’ve used this on you,” he hums, belt wrapped around his palm before he tosses it to the floor; the sound of metal hitting echoing through the room. 

“I can take it—” He doesn’t let you finish, simply cuts you off with a finger to your lips as he crawls onto bed. 

“Shh, daddy’s thinkin’, sweetheart. Let him decide what’s best for you, okay?” You’re looking at him with wide eyes, and your lips are sealed tight as you bob your head up and down. “So obedient,” he coos, gently petting your cheek.

He climbs off the bed, leaving you docile and vulnerable as he rids himself of his pants. He doesn’t even give you enough time to stare, before he’s dragging you to the edge of your bed by your ankles. 

He lines himself up with your entrance, a cocky smirk on his face as he asks, “You ready, sweetheart?” You know that he doesn’t even care about what your answer is, but you say yes anyways. 

Without warning, he pushes into you, sheathing himself fully inside. Your eyes are wide and your mouth opens in a silent scream. 

“So good, such a good cunt,” he murmurs, shallowly thrusting as you get used to me being inside of you. 

“Too big, too big,” you mumble, an arm thrown over your eyes as you pant. 

His lips spread into a wide smirk as he leans in to lick at your neck. “What, my baby doll wasn’t getting good cock while her daddy was away?”

“N-not like yours,” your back arches as his speed picks up. 

Even though he just started, due to your previous orgasm, he’s already starting to fuck you dumb. His hips snap against you over and over again, not giving you any sort of break or mercy. 

“Well, no worries,” he coos. “I’m here now. Y’gonna let me have you whenever, yeah?”

You nod with teary eyes, fingers entangling in his hair as you start to cry; just like he wanted you to. Your fingernails drag against his scalp and you’re gripping his hair so tight that it hurts, but after all, that’s what he likes. 

“You’re mine, sweet girl, right?” You let out a choked up moan of ‘yes’, feeling that coil in your stomach start to tighten again. “Never gonna let you leave me again.”

With a few more minutes of this, you feel you’re ready to snap, but you know better than that. You know that you can’t do a damn thing without his permission, so you start to beg. 

“Daddy, gotta cum. Need it s’bad, please.” He finds your words cute. He’s also glad that no matter how much time you spend away from him, you still know all of the rules he’s set for you. 

“So good n’ obedient.” He slows his strokes down, but makes them deeper; making sure to push as deep inside you as possible and hitting every one of your special spots. 

This is why you always run back to Ran. No matter who you find, what guy tells you they love you, no one will ever fuck you like Ran does. No one will ever be able to make you cum this much in such little time. 

“Since you’ve been so good, why don’t you cum on daddy’s cock, yeah?”

As soon as you process his words, you’re shouting his name and letting everything go. Your moans blend together as you clench down on him, tightening like a vice. He’s determined to bring you to another high before he fills you completely, but god, you’re making it hard for him. 

He doesn’t let up as you cum, his pace being as fast as you allow him with how tight you are around him. His thumb flicks over your clit, trying to bring you to your breaking point in record time as he struggles to keep his own high at bay. 

“Too much,” you moan, tears falling down your face as you look up at him, helpless and pleading. “‘s too much.”

“It’s only too much when I say it’s too much, or have you forgotten who owns you?”

“No,” you start to babble the word over and over. “You own me, daddy. I’m yours.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before whispering, “Now, is my pussy g’nna cum for me again?”

The question breaks something inside of you and you go dumb on his cock as he brings you to your third and final orgasm of the night. This time, he cums simultaneously. You practically scream his title as he fills you; so much cum shooting inside of you that some slips out and drips onto your sheets.

As you come down from your highs and he softens, he pulls out and lays beside you. 

“Feeling good, baby doll?”

“More than,” you whisper, voice a bit hoarse. “Can you make me some tea while I take a bath?”

“Of course.” He places a kiss on your cheek before standing up. “I’ll go clean off and start the water, okay?” Your response is a weak nod as you drunkenly smile at him. 

Once he’s clean and dressed, he carries you to the bath and then heads to the kitchen. He brews your tea and pours a cup of water for you. Once everything’s done, he puts the drinks, along with a snack, on a tray and leaves it with you in the bathroom. 

He writes you a quick note, informing you that he’ll be back soon, before heading out to his car. 

It doesn’t take long for him to get an address, just a quick phone call to his brother and he’s on his way to the man’s house. While he’s parked across the street, he slips on his white gloves and grabs his gun from his glove box. 

He has a twisted grin as he crosses the street, knowing that he’s about to make his point very clear; no one touches what’s his.

You fall asleep in the bathtub after finishing your tea, so you didn’t even hear Ran leave. When you enter your room to get dressed, you read the note he left on your nightstand. 

Be back soon, baby doll. Had to take care of something for work. 

You don’t think much of the note, especially since Ran’s opening your front door when you’re slipping on an old shirt of his that he had left at your place, so he must not have been gone for too awfully long. 

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, pretty girl,” he says, walking into your bedroom covered in blood. “Do you mind washing these for me?”

“‘Course not. Just leave them on the counter, I’ll get them in a second,” you reply with a dopey grin, still elated just to see him. 

Leaving Ran was never a good idea in the first place, you knew that. But you grew tired of the same thing over and over again, so you tried to find an actual relationship, but Ran’s like a drug; you’re addicted to him, and no matter what, you’ll always make your way back to him.   

While he showers, you rinse his clothes to get the blood off, before tossing them in the washer. You’re used to him being in blood and you’ve gotten to the point that you really don’t question it anymore. You might be naive, but you’d rather be complacent and clueless than be scared of him. 

Once you’re done with everything, you lay in his arms as you fall asleep. You’ve missed being around him, more than you’ll ever admit. He’s sick and twisted, views you as his property even though he’ll never dare ask you to be his officially, but for some reason you feel at peace with him. It’s estranged and toxic, but it’s what you know, and you aren’t planning on giving it up any time soon.

#ran smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #tokyo rev x reader #.ezra’s writing #.file } ran

[loveshotzz]

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Burn One Chapter Five Heaven Can Wait

Summary: Eddie’s a mess of nerves when he has to rely on Reefer Rick to make sure his first date with you goes off without a hitch.

Word count: 9.8k series masterlist

Warnings: 18 plus! It’s with great pride to finally put smut, lots of soft soul mate smut. Semi public fooling around. Eddie losing his virginity 🥲

Author’s Note: it’s finally here, the end of another series. I’m actually really sad to see this end and I just want to thank everyone who’s stuck around these last few months. I know my updates haven’t been very timely, but just know it isn’t unnoticed and it means the word to me. This was such a personal story line to me and I just wanted to create something comforting for anyone who’s been through what reader has been through. This was for you. I see you and I love you.

“Relax man, Tony’s gonna be there.” Rick’s voice wheezes from holding in his hit, lounged out on his couch he’s the look of pure relaxation. The complete opposite of his favorite drug dealing mule who towered over him pacing the shag rug in his living room

Laughing sarcastically Eddie was literally pulling out his hair. Big rings getting tangled in his locks with every nervous card of his hand. Too stoned and nerves shot, he started liking this idea less and less.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I need to jog your memory of that time you told me he was going to be at the drop point last month. I’ll give you one guess who wasn’t there? Fucking Tony. You remember who was there though? No? Let me remind you, Chief Hopper.” Eddie’s eyes look wild in their blood shot state when they meet Rick’s carefree gaze. The lack of emotion at his words is almost enough for him to fly completely off the handle.

“Look, I made the call. You and your little girlfriend are all set up.” Voice going mockingly sweet, Rick takes another long drag.

“I swear to god if I drive her to the next town over and we pull up to an abandoned drive thru theater and Tony isn’t there.” Pointing a warning finger at his dealer his threatening tone doesn’t seem to have any effect on Rick.

“He’ll be there.” He says calmly, reaching over the coffee table that separates them, exhaling through the side of his mouth he offers the joint. “I think you need this more then me man.”

Despite his better judgment, Eddie take the joint, pressing the remains to his lips he inhales one last big hit. Holding it in till he feels the burn in his lungs he exhales with a roll of his neck. Snuffing it out in one of the many empty beer cans that laid littered around his house from a party Eddie opted out the night before.

“Call him one more time after I leave.” Still irritated he starts his usual pat down before making his escape. Anything longer than thirty minutes with Rick was always pushing it.

“Aww look at you. The freak of Hawkins finally gets the girl.” Snorting at the nickname the town gave him, Eddie smacks one of the cans off the table launching it at Rick who blocks it with his arm.

“She’s not my girl yet.” Eddie tries to ignore the fluttering in his stomach at the thought of you being known as his. “Which is why I need Tony to fucking be there!” Blood boiling he could feel himself getting worked up all over again.

“Wait? You haven’t gotten laid yet? You’re doing all of this, giving Tony two-hundred dollars to run Nightmare on Elm Street for a girl you haven’t even boned yet?” Rick’s tone and face are coated in utter disbelief, Reaching over he shakes his head grabbing another rolled joint off the coffee table.

“Jesus let your body have some oxygen, yeah?” Eddie tries to ignore Rick’s comment despite it casting even more doubt in his already fragile state. “She’s special, she deserves a grand gesture or whatever the fuck you call it.” Finding his keys he waves his hand dismissively when Rick goes to offer him another hit.

“That’s how you get burned my friend, that’s how you get burned.” Blowing smoke rings out of his scruff covered mouth, Eddie can’t stop the roll of his eyes, Rick’s lifestyle not the glaring example of someone you should take advice from, and with a bachelor pad like this, definitely not romantic advice.

“Yeah, yeah sure whatever you say. Just make the call okay?” Grabbing the backpack full of his re-up, Eddie gives him one last ‘please don’t screw up’ look.

With a nod of his head and wave of his hand he was too busy taking another massive rip to verbally respond. Turning on his heel Eddie’s anxious feet already have him have way out when Rick calls out “At least get to 3rd base man!” a harsh cough ripping through his chest as Eddie slams the door.

Grumbling all the way back to his van, Eddie was more than uneasy leaving Rick and Tony in charge of making sure his first date with you went off with out a hitch. The idea hitting him in the middle of writing a campaign late one night after the Halloween party, his thoughts always somehow always finding their way back to you. He blamed it on the way you looked up at him with your big eyes, the way you really saw him with them. Accepted him. And as much as he hated to admit to himself, adored him.

He knew he wanted this to be special before he even asked you, you deserved something special. Something thought out. It might be his first date but he was more then sure it wasn’t yours. Oblivious to what he was up against from your past, he was actually happy to keep it that way.

The old abandoned drive-in theater a town over popped into his head almost immediately. Having already thought it last summer when the boys revealed they’d never seen The Dark Crystal. It used to be owned by Tony’s dad who happened to be one of Rick’s oldest customers. Tony had been the projectionist when it was still up and running keeping all the old equipment, he was always looking for a quick hustle.

It might not be a dinner at Enzo’s but it certainly cost the same. The idea of having you all to himself and away from the town that hated him was something he couldn’t pass up. Seeming like a dream that was too good to be true, it only made his anxiety worse.

Even his Uncle this morning throwing a “The girl clearly likes you, she agreed to the damn date.” When he came home to Eddie already pacing around the living room far too tired to deal with his nephews antic’s.

You had him a nervous wreck, but if you looked at him with the same eyes as last night it would all be worth it.

——

You were just as much of a mess as Eddie, the two of you just didn’t know it yet. Heavy combat boots thump loud like your heart against the linoleum floor of your kitchen. Biting at the lose skin on your thumb, you’d been pacing like this for the better half of thirty minutes. Intrusive thoughts at an all out war with your common sense, a battle of the god’s for dominance inside your head.

It was the way you missed him when he was gone that scared you more then anything. After building yourself up and closing yourself off for so long the thought of letting someone into your carefully constructed walls terrified you. Eddie’s touch the first one that didn’t make your skin feel like was searing off at contact. Actually, it was the opposite. You craved it. You craved him. Still fighting with the new feelings that you thought you’d buried deep enough to never see the light of day, you just kept trying to tell yourself that this was okay. Despite everything inside of you begging to run, you kept your feet planted.

The knock on your door makes you jump - a string of cuss words tumbling from your glossed lips. Snorting to yourself a glossed lip wasn’t even a thing you did, another new side of yourself that stupid Eddie Munson was bringing out, the annoying urge to try and impress him breaking you down. Grabbing your denim jacket and bag off the island, your shaky legs take you to the door. You give yourself a moment to catch your breath, knowing exactly what this meant for once you stepped foot over the threshold. You just weren’t ready to say it yet.

Exhaling loudly like he was holding his breath just like you, his dimpled smile takes over his whole face when you step outside. The breeze in the trees cascading wisps of his wild hair across his rosy cheeks.

“Hi.” You hate that your skin heats up at just his simple greeting, blaming the glow of the porch light for hitting his features just right.

“Hi Eddie.” Cheeks blossoming cherries, your smile is enough to make him avert his gaze.

Twisting his hands behind his back he rocks on the heels of his Reeboks, your anxiety only growing ten fold when an awkward silence settles between you. Already longing for when it was less complicated you suck your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. Maybe it’s not too late to take it all back?

“You look, you look beautiful as always.” His words are sweet but his stare is set on the chipped wood of your front porch, toeing a rogue piece with his shoe.

Despite everything screaming in your body not to put yourself out there with humor. Your desperate need to ease the tension gets the best of you. “Looking exceptionally dapper yourself Master Munson.”

Huffing out a small laugh he untwist his arms to dig his hands deep in his jean pockets. Another minute of silence, and panic really starts to set in. This was it, time to rip off the bandaid.

“If you don’t wanna do this, like go on a date that’s fine. Don’t feel like you have to or something.” You try to sound casual but even you can hear the crack in your voice. “We can just go back to being friends.”

Turning around to retreat to the safety of your home heavy ringed fingers wrap around your wrist. Clammy against your skin, he was nervous too.

“Look, - shit.”

Letting him stop you his big chocolate eyes finally meet yours with the same look he gave you under the stars the night before, and the thought of taking anything back is thrown out the door.

“I have something planned for us, something specifically for you.” Dropping his hold, big hands start to gesture with his words a tell tale sign he was letting out whatever he was keeping pent up. “ - and long story short, I’m relying on someone to make all of this work that’s less then reliable. It’s a long drive and if he doesn’t show the whole thing seems sketchy, you’d think I’m some kind of creep that just got you stoned in the middle of no where.”

Eddie was babbling now and you were realizing that every intrusive thought you had was wrong, he was teetering on the edge just like you.

A flame lighting deep inside your darkest of caves, the boy was an awkward mess because he was trying to impress you. Eddie Munson liked you enough not only to want to plan something special for you, he was an anxious wreck because he was scared he was going to fuck it up. Fire burning brighter here he was disproving every negative thought. Taking the first step off the ledge, you push up on your toes ignoring his fumbling words pressing a kiss to his stunned lips.

Frozen with his hands in mid air, it’s only when your fingers hook themselves into his belt loops that he finally relaxes into you. The warmth of his palms landing on your frost bitten cheeks, the smooth velvet of his lips molds into yours like they were meant to be there. Nudging your nose with his, Eddie’s the one who breaks the kiss. A torn look in his eyes and and obvious tent in his pants, his thumbs smooth over your cheeks when he speaks keeping you close.

“It’s a long drive and I already can’t trust Tony to be there on time, let alone wait around for me if we’re late.” His doe eyes are pleading like you wouldn’t understand, like you wouldn’t do whatever he said after kissing you like that.

“Well now Tony has to answer to both of us, so he better not fuck this up.” Eddie’s face lights up with amusement before he’s laughing boisterous and loud.

Planting one last giggling kiss on your turned up lips before he lets you go, he tugs your hand into his leading you on the familiar path to the passengers side of his van. A path that you’d take a thousand times over again if he asked.

The drive to the next town over is filled with loud laughs, stolen glances, and brushing hands. In a mess of changed tapes he didn’t even make fun of your music taste giving your his Cheshire grin before adding “A special pass for the day.” An hour feeling like minutes your eyes catch the giant metal Drive - Thru sign amongst the thick shroud of overgrown trees, wilting in the beginning of winter cold. Tarnished with auburn rust on it’s hinges, the years of harsh winters and lack of up keep getting the best of it. A man with long brown hair tied up in a pony tail paces the dirt road at the entrance. Giant metal tins and what looked like a giant camera, like the one you’d see at the movies sit at his feet.

“Wow, no shit. He actually showed.” Eddie blows out a low disbelieving whistle, shoulders finally relaxing.

It takes you a minute to realize who he’s talking about, Tony the mysterious man who had the faint of your date in his hands. Pulling over in front of him, your eyes dart between the man with the pony tail, the sign and then back to Eddie at least three times.

“Wait, this is where were going? This abandoned Drive Thru? That’s Tony?” Slowly putting the mystery together, you try to fight the excitement that’s growing inside.

“Yes and yes.” Catching the way your face lights up like the Fourth of July, he throws Tony a greeting nod while trying to hide the proud smile slowly pushing it’s way across his lips.

“Is that a projector then?!” Practically buzzing in your seat Eddie can’t help but mimic your excitement. The genuine smile on your face pretty enough to make his heart ache.

“Long story short Rick know’s a guy who know’s a guy who can run movies here privately for the right price, Tony is that guy.” The way your cheeks were pushed up, Eddie wondered if smiling that hard hurt. “And since I made you skip your night with Freddy to come watch me get decked at a party I figured it was the least I could do.”

It was the least I could do.

The idea of someone taking the time to plan something that was so specifically catered to you was beyond your comprehension. Having only asked you out last night, the realization that this has been something bouncing around in his chaotic head for almost a week was enough for the years of your carefully crafted walls to crumble at his feet.

Lacing your fingers with his, you bring his hand to your lips. Brushing them across his knuckles you watch crimson burst under his skin, coating his neck and cheeks in his obvious bashfulness.

“Best date I’ve ever been on.” Beaming up at him, you watch his lips twitch trying to fight the smile that’s threatening to take over his whole face. The dimples you’d grown so fond of peaking out despite his best efforts.

“Alright let me go deal with this asshole so he can leave us alone.” Entertained by Eddie’s permanent annoyance with this man, you watch him begrudgingly get out of the van.

Tony’s arms open wide like he’s seeing an old friend before yelling an enthusiastic “Munson!”

Waving him away with a dismissive hand, the wind catches in his long hair while he digs for something in his back pocket. Eyes squinting it doesn’t take you long to figure out it’s a wad of money when Tony starts openly counting it in front of Eddie. With both men’s voices muffled by the metal of the van, you try to figure out what was going on by their body language. Eddie’s voice getting louder clearly angry at something. Turning around with one hand on his hip, he cards an irritated hand through his hair. Eyes catching yours in the window he gives you a tight lipped smile holding up a finger, the universal symbol for one minute.

Making a big show of counting the last bill he sticks out his hand for Eddie to shake when he’s done. Staring at him unmoving and unwavering Eddie shakes his head before walking away, foot steps bringing him close enough for you to hear. “Just play the damn movie.” Before opening the door with it’s usual loud creek, a string of angry cuss words falling from under his breath when he sits back down.

“What was that about?”

Face twisted up in rage, his nostrils flare big when he directs his attention back to you.

“When I tell you I hate that guy, I mean I really hate that guy.”

As if on queue Tony walks by on his way to the giant wooden projection booth that reached over the trees, waving as he goes.

“Hate him.” Starting the van back up with a low rumble. He glares at him from the other side of the window.

—-

Hidden past the thick trees, the giant empty lot where the drive- in used to be in over run by rolling waves of tall grass. Looming over the two of you in the space where he parked his van, the one screen that was left was nothing more then a tall standing wooden fixture. With an old coat of white paint thrown over it. The paint chipped along the sides and partly in the middle revealing the wind beaten wood underneath.

Nestled in the same spot as last night in the back of his van, you watch him yell at Tony again through the open door. Testing the screen the first scene starts to play lighting up the almost completely pitch black space, the crackling of the audio starts pouring out of Eddie’s speakers drowning out the last of his argument.

Clambering back in the van with the same look of annoyance that had been set on his features, he grumbles under his breath before sinking into the space next to you. His body warmth instantly heating up the giant blanket he’d brought you both to share.

“Hope this is okay?”

“Yeah, this is perfect Eddie, I love it.” Grinning you hope your answer is enough to lift his now sour mood.

Lips twitching up at the corners you catch the dusting of his cheeks under the glow of the screen. You almost had him. Turning around he shuffles through things behind the front seats before pulling out a plastic grocery bag.

“I didn’t know what kind of candy you liked so I kinda just bought everything?” Dumping the bag all over your lap, the assortment is so big it looked like he grabbed one of each thing in the candy isle at the store. His nerves making it impossible to make a decision so he panic bought it all.

“Jesus Eddie.” Overwhelmed by the sheer selection of it all, your hands rake through it. Mike n Ikes, Snickers, Butterfinger you name it, he bought it. “Did you spend a small fortune at the Melvald’s?”

“Look I just wanted to be prepared okay?” Not wanting to tell you that Joyce was so over the moon that Eddie was even going on a date that she only charged him for half. Encouraging his erratic behavior in the name of romance.

“I think we’re more then prepared for this hour and a half movie.” Teasing him you toss a bag of peanut m&m’s at him earning you the laugh you were missing. “Again, I love it thank you.” Reaching up, you plant a lingering kiss on his cheek the action making his body tense up.

“You’re welcome.” Voice going shy, the pink coloring of his cheeks turns a deep crimson before his eyes settle back on the movie almost already forgotten.

Hands fidgeting in each other’s laps the two of you sit thigh to thigh under the covers for the first forty minutes of the movie. Feeling like you’d already been the one to keep making the first moves tonight you keep yourself firmly planted on your side. Stealing glances from the corner of your eye his stare looks distant like he was lost in thought, despite Johnny Depp being slaughtered on the screen.

The wind kicks up enough for the icy chill to break through the barriers of his van sending a quick shiver up your spine.

“Shit, are you cold?” Shuffling next to you he finally does what you’d been hoping he’d do this whole time. Wrapping his leather clad arm around you he pulls you in into his chest. The warmth radiating off of him makes your body relax and mold against him almost instantly. Nose pressed to his shirt you inhale his scent deeply before you nuzzle even closer.

It takes him a minute to relax before sinking back even deeper into the pillows. Hooking your leg over his, your cold hand finds it’s way under his shirt in search for even more warmth. Jumping when your freezing fingers meet his skin, you can’t stop the giggle that comes out at his reaction.

“Here, I am trying to be nice and this is what I get?” Teasing you for the icy intrusion he lets your hand wander across his stomach despite the more then obvious reaction it was having on his body, loving the way your nails scratched against his happy trail.

Biting back your smile you angle your head up from his chest to look at him, you’d wanted to look at him like this all night. Smiling down at you, the playful glint had returned back to his eyes. Crinkling in the corners from the upturn of his lips, he just needed you close like this.

“They’ll warm up, you’ll get used to it.” Narrowing your eyes you add the other hand, laughing when his muscles flex when he jumps again.

“You’re gonna regret that.” Giving you a warning look the hand wrapped around you back slowly slides down to your waist.

“Is that so?” Egging him on with a rake of your nails, his fingers squeeze your side in a way that has you squealing away from him.

Landing on your back with him on top of you, his relentless hands attack your sides erupting in a fit of giggles as you try to push him away.

“Eddie - stop - stop- you win! You win!” Laughing maniacally above you his fingers finally slow their assault.

When you both finally catch your breath, the position you’re in dawns on you at the same time. Static electricity cracking in the air when his finger tips trace along the side of your hips, you hold his stare.

“This okay?” His voice is quiet when he asks, eyes trained on your reactions when his hand dips under neath your shirt to trace lines across your soft stomach.

“More- more then okay.” You whisper too scared that speaking too loud would burst this new bubble you found yourselves in. “Can you kiss me?”

Eyes going big like he can’t believe that question just left your mouth, you watch multiple emotions flash across his face before he settles with a smile and a breathy ‘yeah’ bending down to collect your lips.

It’s soft at first the two of your exploring each other like you had all the time in the world. Tongues meeting in a slow dance, gripping his shirt to pull him close. When you nip at his bottom lip, his hand gets more bold. Grabbing at your sides, he squeezes at you hips. Time speeding up with your lips, the kiss starts turning desperate. His hand wanders a little more freely when he feels the spread of your legs. Testing the waters his palm slides again you denim covered heat, the sensation making you shudder a mewl vibrating in the back of your throat.

Shit- is this okay?” Breaking away to gauge your face. He’s met with your blissed out eyes.

“I’ll stop you if I don’t like something Eddie, I want you, I want this.” Cheeks heating up under his gaze, you never wanted him to stop.

His eyes search yours for any trace of hesitation, finding none when your hand covers his to lead him back to where he was.

“I want you to touch me.” If he wasn’t so focused on you he wouldn’t have heard the words leave your mouth, they were spoken so quiet.

Trying to ignore the strain in his pants, he was going to make this about you. Determined to make you feel good, he started to unbutton the top of your jeans.

“Tell me what feels good sweetheart.” His words are enough to have you flutter around nothing, the blown out look in his eyes at just touching you like this makes your head spin.

Nodding you head when he slips under your waist band, you both groan out when his fingers hit your heat.

“Oh my god. Shit.” Head going slack Eddie’s eyes close tight when one thick ringed finger slides through your wet folds. “Is it always like this?”

Not understanding how loaded of a question that was for you, it hadn’t ever been like this. Your body’s need for him surprised you every time you’d get close to him.

“For you.” Your answer is enough for him to open his eyes, he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Finding your bundle of nerves he experimentally circles it with the pad of his middle finger, chocolate eyes glazing over when it makes you stutter. He could watch you like this forever if you’d let him. All huffy and clingy and it was him who was making you feel this way.

Feeling more bold, encouraged by your reactions he adds his index finger, sliding the two digits down your folds feeling them get soaked. The hardness in his jeans becoming almost painful but he couldn’t get enough. No one ever told him it felt this good, part of him thinking maybe it was just you. Hips rocking up to meet his hand, he feels the way you try to suck him in. Finger tips dancing along your fluttering entrance, he finally pushes one in.

It’s a bigger stretch then you thought, feeling the way it stings when you wrap around how thick it is.

He still the motions of his hand relishing in the way you feel around him, velvet and silk he still can’t believe this is real. Hips pushing up he takes that as his queue to keep going, slow and steady pumps he watches the faces you make every time he tries something new. His favorite when he curls his finger deep inside of you.

“God, I think I’m close Eddie.” Not expecting those words so soon, he picks up his speed repeating the motions that got you like this.

Body shaking underneath him, he watches your eyes screw shut tight when you clench around him. Feeling the way you suck him in, his moan mixes with yours at the thought of this wrapped around his dick. Twitching against his zipper, watching you come undone is almost enough for him to cum inside his pants. He’ll never get enough of you like this.

Movie long forgotten now, the two of you stay tangled together even after it ends. Kisses in the darkness wandering hands earning gasps. It’s only when the cold becomes too much that you decide it was finally enough. All nerves and jitters coming back in the overhead light of his van, no longer hidden in the darkness of the back.

———

The air in your trailer felt different after what happened at the drive-in, a thicker tension then the one you were used to having around him. Feeling it in the goosebumps on your skin, you peer over at him from the top of your refrigerator door. Legs spread wide his body looks relaxed into the couch but his nervous ticks give his calm demeanor away. Biting the nail on his thumb, his knee bounces with the anticipation eyes staying trained on whatever was playing on your TV.

“Beer okay?” Catching your gaze with a swirl of emotions behind his eyes, the look he gives you is enough to make your breath get caught in your throat. Was he feeling it too?

“Yeah, yeah that’s good for me whatever you got.” Voice thick with jitters, he lets his stare linger before moving back to the TV.

The sound of glass clinking together loudly makes you wince as you shut your fridge door a little too hard with your foot. Your clumsy clambering has Eddie’s attention back on you as you make your way back to the living room. Failing at his attempt to be a gentleman he can’t stop his eyes from roaming over your body. The memory of you writhing underneath him with his fingers buried deep inside you has replayed on a loop in his head since you left the drive - in. Catching the way you silently scold yourself, he realizes you feel just like him. All flustered nerves but no regrets.

“Baby.”

Bending over the table in front of him the new endearment startles you, almost dropping the bottles all over the black painted wood of your coffee table. Cheeks tingling you suck your bottom lip between your teeth when you look up at him. Legs spread wide -they almost cage you in, thick ringed fingers outstretched for you to take, his dimpled grin is cute enough to make your knees shake.

“That’s a new one.” You hum biting back your smile before accepting his invitation, warm palm in yours he pulls you on top of him. Knees on either side of his hips, his big hands rub up your thighs before settling on your waist tugging you closer.

“You hate it?” Leaning back against the cushions of your couch is hair spreads out in a dark chestnut crown around his head. The twinkle in his eyes makes him look almost ethereal in the dim light.

“I didn’t say that.” Walking two fingers up his chest, your other hand grips the muscles at the top of his arm leaning yourself deeper into the warmth of his body.

Squeezing your hips he watches you intently, letting you set the pace he was more then content with just having you like this, you’d already given him enough to last a lifetime. Your fingers follow a path that leads them to the dip of his chest feeling the chain beneath his shirt, before they run up the length of his neck and he outstretches it just for you. Giggling when they hit his chin, something shifts when the tips touch his lips and you wonder if he can hear your heart beat from this close.

The heat of his breath fans across your finger tips when he parts them just a little bit, your own catching in your throat. Hands sliding further down your waist he stops at the top of the back pocket of your jeans. Glassy eyes matching yours, you push your fingers forward till they meet his tongue. Plush lips wrapping around them you gasp his name unable to control the roll of your hips. Groaning around you when you slide against him, his lips let you go.

Doe eyes going big when they finally open a sheepish look takes over his features, embarrassed at the lack of self control he displayed. Hands moving back to their home on your thighs he mumbles a quiet ‘sorry’ before his cheeks brighten pink. Emboldened by his actions your small hands cover his leading them back to the curve of your ass. Applying pressure to the tops of them in an encouraging gesture to touch you how he wants, how you both want.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Eddie.” Hands leaving his as they start to knead the soft flesh. Your greedy fingers tangle themselves in his hair tilting his head back to pepper kisses along his sharp jaw before landing softly at the corner of his turned up lips. “I liked it.”

Moaning at your answer, his rough hands drag your heat over his erection that had been pressing tight against the zipper of his jeans for the better part of an hour. More then sensitive, he hisses when you apply more pressure with another swipe of your hips. Hungry lips capture his, swiping your tongue against him for entrance you tug his curls when he grants you access.

Everything feels like too much but not enough while your tongues battle for dominance, Eddie’s sloppy kissing only sending you deeper into a lust filled frenzy. Grabbing hands and clanking teeth, your hips start to move with reverent vigor against his. Still sensitive from earlier the arousal that’s coating the inside of your panties makes each thrust smoother then the last. Nipping at his bottom lip, you drag your teeth across the plush softness before letting it go with a loud pop.

Eddie’s eyes are still closed when you’re able to pull away and finally look at him. Pink kiss swollen lips blend in with his flushed skin. Long lashes fanning across the tops of his cheeks touching the small freckles that laid hidden under his skin - only visible if you were lucky enough to get this close.

Lips pulling up in a lazy grin his eyes slowly flutter open, the blacks of his pupils taking over the deep coffee color that could make you commit crimes. The motion of your hips only slowing down, his fingers tuck themselves into the back pockets of your jeans pushing slightly using your method to encourage you not to stop. Sitting back on his lap the new angle has the hardness of his zipper hit your swollen bundle of nerves with each languid roll. Biting back your moan your fingers curl at the bottom hem of your sweater. Eye’s going big as the moon in the sky when he realizes what you’re doing, stopping everything to give you his full attention.

Opening his mouth to speak you cut him off before he has a chance.

“Before you say anything stupid and thoughtful like you don’t have to do this. I know. I want to do this and I want to do this with you okay?” Swallowing hard, the sternness in your tone leaves no room for arguing. Words getting caught in his throat, having never getting this far with a girl, besides two hours ago in the back of his van.

Pulling the thick fabric over your head you toss it to the side landing some where on your living room floor. Feeling the heat of his stare you still don’t meet his gaze when you reach around to start working on the clip of your bra. A content sigh escapes past your lips when the tightness constricting around your chest releases before throwing it in the same direction as the now growing pile of clothes.

Eddie’s fingers squeeze at your doughy flesh and a sighed ‘fuck’ leaves his mouth before you dare to look at him again. Jaw slack, his eyes are greedy in the way they take you in. Hands leaving your ass, he glides his fingers along the smooth skin of your back the tips of them grazing the dip of your spine.

Eddie’s eyes look at you with the kind of adoration that you thought was never reserved for someone like you, someone broken, someone used. Overwhelming you in the honey specks that float around in his coffee eyes. The deep color of them returning to look at you like this.

“You’re fucking breath taking baby.” The gravel in his voice shakes as if he’d just witnessed some kind of miracle and it’s enough to feel the light sting of tears at the corners of your eyes.

You can feel the rough callouses of his fingers catch against your skin as they drag up and down your back. Making their way down they brush over your ribs, shuddering at the ticklish-ness of it he catches your reaction with a smirk murmuring a quiet sorry under his breath. Settling under the dips of your arms his thumbs brush gently against the sides of your breasts. Exhaling lowly he sits in awe of you sitting in front of him like this. You were better then what his mind could’v even conjured up, he couldn’t understand how this was happening to him. How you happened to him.

“I wanna see you.” Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, he shrugs his jacket off without missing a beat. Chains and zippers landing in loud clinks next to your feet he pulls his shirt over his head with an eagerness that makes you laugh.

Goofy grin plastered on his face he tries to pull you closer before you’ve gotten a good look at him. Arms outstretched to stop him, your eyes take in this newly exposed part of him. Tattoos you didn’t know existed showing themselves for the first time. Gentle fingers trace the faded demon head that rested over his peck, before planting a soft kiss at the crook between his collar bone. Eyes following an invisible line down his chest the dark happy trail that disappears into the top of his jeans makes your hips roll again. A low groan coming from the back of his throat tightening his grip against your hips.

“You’re so handsome Eddie.” Not used to getting them very often, he tries not to fight your compliment, instead he just reaches up to place a small kiss to your pouty lips.

“I’m glad you think so sweetheart.” Chasing his lips when he goes to pull away he meets you half way just as eager to feel you pressed against him again.

Long arms wrap around you to hold you impossibly close. The feeling of moving against him like this - skin to skin makes you feel closer to the sun. Kissing as if you could become one entity, two souls meeting and connecting in time, and that still wouldn’t close enough. Not when it felt like this. It never felt like this.

“Need you.” You breathe it into him because it was already bursting from your chest.

He nods against your open mouth, sucking your bottom lip before turning you both to lay down on the empty space next to hips. Legs wrapped around his waist he nestles between your spread hips, the new angle making you both pant into each other’s kiss.

Breaking away from your mouth he nips and kisses down your jaw before sucking on the place behind your ear he’d discovered earlier today already missing the pretty noises that fell from your lips. It’s music to his ears when you do it again, smirking against the curve of your neck he makes his way down your chest. Crazy waves tickling at your skin you watch him hover over the swell of one of your breasts, a tentative tongue darting out licking your nipple that sits at attention for him. Thighs closing around his hips at the sensation your hips push up. Dark eyes look up at you from the hood of his lashes, your reaction letting him know just how much you liked it. Licking his lips he wastes no time taking the whole thing into the wet heat of his mouth.

Back arching of the couch your fingers tangle into his hair holding him close feeling the tip of his tongue swipe over the sensitive bud before sucking it hard enough for your eyes to hit the back of your head. Moaning loud enough that you hoped Wayne wasn’t home you were completely lost in him, a want filling you that you didn’t know existed anymore.

Breaking away with a low groan Eddie nips at the skin at the top of your ribs smiling against you at the squeal he gets in return. His fingers fumble with the top button of his jeans when he leans back on his haunches, cursing under his breath he lets out a satisfied ‘yes’ when he gets them undone and off his body with a tug of his zipper. Fumbling hands, and an almost black eye later when your pant leg comes off with more ease then he was expecting you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

Sliding up your body till his face hovers over yours, he nudges your nose with his before collecting your lips in a tender kiss. Pulling away he tries his best to ignore the way that you chase him for more, something that he vows he’ll never do again but he needs to tell you while he can still function. Elbows on either side of you he cups your face in his hands holding you in place, he doesn’t want you to look away. The rough pads of his thumbs trace over your cheek bones before he breathes out.

“Thank you for sharing yourself with me.”

You don’t think Eddie realizes how much that really means, or maybe he does and that’s why he said it. Whatever the reason it didn’t matter, nothing else mattered anymore except for you and the boy who was looking at you like you were the creator of his universe. Noticing how your words getting tied up in the back of your throat he nuzzles the side of your face with his nose before whispering.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just needed you to know.”

Crashing your lips hard enough to bruise against his, you try to tell him everything your feeling this way. Desperate hands at the tops of his boxers the need for him closer was all consuming, if only you could crawl under each other’s skin. Feeling how much you need him, he places a kiss on the side of your jaw before helping you remove the piece of fabric that kept the rest of him from you.

Eddie’s eyes stay trained on your face waiting for a reaction. Hard enough to be pressed against his stomach, his leaking tip looks almost red. Bigger then anything you’d ever had before you knew he was going to have to ease it in. Your fingers wrap around his length with out warning. Jumping in the palm of your hand, his neck goes slack a breathy “Shit” falling from his lips.

“That’s definitely not my hand.” Laughing he presses his forehead against yours as your wrist finds a steady pace, thumb swiping over his tip to collect the precut pooling at the top, lubricating each slow and steady pump. “Fuck - shit that feels way too fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Voice breathy and raised when it comes out, his chocolate eyes snap to yours with a warning look on his face.

“Don’t do that.” His command is followed by a loud groan when you squeeze him at the base.

“Don’t do what Eddie.” Lifting your head up you nip at the vein protruding from his neck as he struggles to keep it together on top of you.

“Seriously, I’ll cum in your - ah- fuck- in your hand.” Squeezing his eyes shut you can tell he’s trying to think of anything that would stop him from blowing his load all over you.

Feeling him twitch in your hand you slow your movements selfishly needing to feel him inside of you. Eddie exhales a loud relieved breath when you let go. Hands finding their way to the tops of your underwear, you shoving them down before kicking them off so there was nothing left between you anymore.

Eyes wandering each other bodies unabashedly, completely exposed the two of you sit there with everything on the table.

Its you who finally breaks the trance to reach out for him, one hand gripping the back of his neck he grunts into your mouth when the other wraps around the base of his cock again. Parting your legs further you guide him towards your entrance.

“Condom?” Eddie’s voice is panicked when he pulls away slightly. Scolding himself for being too scared to seem expectant, he’d left the pack Wayne bought him months ago in his room.

“Birth control.” You mumble against his mouth as his tip runs the length of your wet folds, shuddering, you swallow his moan. His hips rut slightly against you when you swipe his tip against your swollen clit a few times, catching all your breathy gasps with his own, you soak him before lining him up with your velvet walls.

“Ready?” You ask forehead to forehead he’s never looked more vulnerable.

When he gives you a nod the balls of your feet push against his lower back encouraging him to push forward. His heavy tip breaches your entrance with a long drawn out “fuck” fanning across your face when he feels the way you stretch to fit around him. Stilling his hips he waits for both of you to adjust before he pushes the rest of the way in, bottoming out the rough patch pubic hair hits against your clit.

“Eddie - fuck.” Not used to an intrusion this big your eyes roll in the back of your head. The burn of your gummy walls getting used to his size slowly turns to pleasure with each slow roll of his hips.

Feeling the way you instantly start to constrict around him Eddie’s mind starts working over time to try to stop the inevitable from happening again. The soft mewls he’s pulling from you mixed with the way you meet his hips with every thrust he knows it’s a losing fight.

“Baby - I’m sorry, I can’t stop it, you feel so good, - fuck, I’m cumming.” Burying his head in the crook of your neck Eddie’s cock twitches inside of you before you feel the warmth of his release low in your gut.

Purposely clenching around him, you could care less about his speed finding yourself addicted to the noises and the blissed out words that spill against your throat. He gives one final stutter of his hips before his body goes limp on top of you, trying to catch his breath you trace soft lines down his spine. This kind of closeness with him making your chest swell. If only if could always be like this.

“Well this is embarrassing.” His self depreciating tone breaks you out of your daze. Finally lifting his head up to meet your gaze his cheeks are set a blaze.

“I’m taking it as a compliment.” You smirk kissing the tip of his nose ignoring the way he rolls his eyes at you. “Besides you have all night to make it up to me.” Suddenly going shy despite being connected at the waist you look anywhere but his big eyes before adding. “Only if you wanna stay.”

Eddie snorts loudly in your ear before you even have a chance to second guess yourself.

“I just came in like 10 seconds and you’re asking me to not only stay but have sex with you again? Do I look like an idiot? Wait - don’t answer that.” Rambling away you could feel the the pupils in your eyes slowly turn into hearts for the boy on top of you. “Yes, god yes. I will absolutely stay.”

Spending the night with Eddie only made you want more him and you were starting to think that feeling wasn’t ever going to go away. Instead of getting lost in each other’s bodies like promised, you spent the entire time doing something even more intimate, you got lost in each other’s minds. Clothes a forgotten mess on the floor for tomorrow the two of you laid tangled on your bed. Wandering hands and gasps in between spilling secrets, and laughing fits. It was like time didn’t matter but yet there was never enough, big yawns and sleepy eyes taking over once the clock struck four.

Keeping you pressed tight against his chest, the kiss he plants on your temple melts you into him. His slow and steady breathing finally lulling you into the kind of slumber that your body had needed for years.

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The muted light that leaks through your blinds coats your room in a silvery haze. Eddie’s snores mixing with the pattering of rain against your window in a way that brings heavy sleep back to your eyes. The overcast skies outside make it impossible to guess what time of day it is, tucked in with him like this you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Eddie’s body warmth was keeping you protected you from the chill of the storm. The dull throb between your thighs brings you back to last night, all fumbling hands and bruising lips, your skin heats up at the thought. The urge to turn around and look at the boy who made you feel like you put the stars in the stars in the sky was too much to fight.

Star-fished next to you, one long arm lays outstretched under his pillow while the other rests palm down fingers splayed out flat against your mattress. Plush lips slightly agape the lose strands of hair that fan across his cheek tickle his nose with every breath. His usually animated face was softened with deep sleep and eyes that dance behind his closed lids, you wonder what he could be dreaming about. Silently hoping it’s you.

Scooting yourself closer, gentle finger tips brush the loose strands away from his sleep flushed face. Brows knitting together at the sensation his breathing still doesn’t falter. Tracing a line down the bridge of his nose, you dance your fingers across his high cheek bone. A low grumble rumbles deep from his chest when he finally feels your feather light touches. Turning his head into you he leans deeper into your touch placing a chaste kiss on your palm. Big bright eyes flutter open in a burst of chestnut and mahogany warmth shining against your dreary room.

“I thought I was just having a really good dream.” Voice thick with sleep he tries to clear it out with a cough. Rubbing his eyes he leans back slightly before he pulling you deep into his chest. Pressing another kiss on the crown of your head he takes you with him when he rolls onto his back. Nuzzling under his chin with one leg hooking over his waist you try to ignore the way his hard length presses against the inside of your thigh.

“Sorry, I just woke up.” His laugh is light when it falls from his mouth, no nerves or anxiety hidden behind it anymore.

Cheek pressed against the warmth of his chest you run your fingers down the valley of his pecks, following an invisible line past his belly button you watching his muscles flex under your touch. Nails dragging through the rough texture of his happy trail you feel him twitch underneath you.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason why.” Earning a genuine chuckle you bite your bottom lip in a smile before looking up at him.

“I mean, I didn’t feel like I needed to state the other obvious reason.” Meeting your playful gaze, he brushes his tips over the side of your heated face. Cupping your cheek in his big hand, the rough pad of his thumb rubs the soft skin under your eye. “But don’t think I don’t notice what you’re doing with your hand.”

Mocking him with a fake gasp only to be replaced by a very real squeal when he pulls you on top of him. Hands covering yours on his chest he peppers your face with kisses with no room for escape. Blowing a raspberry on your cheek you try and wiggle out of his grasp. Hips rolling against this, his tip swipe across your dampened slit. His naked body having the same effect on you that yours did to him.

Eyes meeting his, you watch the warmness inside them darken. Chocolate turning onyx when you do it again. Another swipe through your folds his swollen head gets caught against your clit. Body shuddering against his, he lifts his hips adding more pressure to your bundle of nerves, eyes glazing over at your reactions. All the teasing and playfulness gone, the desperate need to feel each other close becomes over powering. Bodies moving together like the push and pull of the sea, the only noises that fill the space is your needy gasps for more and the storm pattering against your window.

His hands leave yours to find purchase on your hips, pushing his head back into the comfort of his pillow watching you take what you need from him. The heavy glow from outside wraps around your silhouette like an angel sent to collect his soul. One more swipe through your slick folds his tip hits your entrance. Pushing yourself up against his chest, your straighten up. Eyes meeting his in a silent confession of love before you sink down on him.

It feels different then last night, better. Stilling your hips the two of you stop time.

Eddie stares up at you with eyes that swallow you whole, tunnel vision with you as the light that’s guiding him home. A rumble of thunder and a roll of your hips, the metal walls of your trailer shake. Moans meeting in the air like two lost friends, his fingers tighten pulling you forward bringing him deeper into him.

“Eddie, you feel so good. Shit.” Words aren’t enough when it feel like this, the swivel of your hips making you feel every inch.

“I promise -” He loses himself with each lift of your hips “Jesus, I promise you feel better.”

Hands leaving their home on his chest to cover small on top of his at your waist, with a gentle pry of his fingers he lets you guide him up your curves needing to feel him on your breasts.

“God - shit - fuck - look at you.” Mesmerized by everything about you, his warm palm has your nipples at attention when he covers them. Thick fingers squeezing hard enough for you to moan your hips stutter against his at the added sensation.

The wind kicks the rain harder against the glass in a few loud splats, the movement of your thrusts matching the strengthening of the storm outside. Feeling the flex of his hand under yours while he palms you adds more to your arousal. His hips lift off the bed to meet yours feeling you start to flutter around him. His name falling from your lips in breathy pants, your hands land back on his chest for purchase nails digging in when he swipes that spongy spot inside.

“need to kiss you.” Releasing his hard grip on your breasts, his hands make their way behind your back. Long arms wrapping around you, he pulls you forward before sitting up. Knees to the mattress on either side of his thighs the new angle has him hitting that spot he’d been teasing this whole time. Swallowing your moans in his mouth, his lips mold with yours in a determined kiss. Chests to chest, every inch of you feels connected like this. You don’t know where he begins and where you end.

Chasing his lips when he pulls away his nose nudges your cheek, wet kisses all over your sweat kissed skin. Arms constricting tighter the new hold makes you gasp when he pushes deeper, holding his position when he feels you shudder against him. Smiling against the skin in the crook of your neck, one calloused hand trails down your spine. Giving you an encouraging push to the small of your back, you feel him twitch when you snap your hips forward.

His name falls out in a breathless chant with each roll, velvet lips kissing a path up the length of your shoulder. The smoldering feeling that had settled deep in your gut slowly setting a blaze feeling your body shake with anticipation.

“How are you this beautiful?” Nipping at your jaw his hips lose their rhythm a sign he was getting there too. His words settle deep inside your swelling, dangerously close to over flowing heart. It felt like two missing puzzle pieces finding their home.

Your arms hook around his neck pulling your body impossibly close, his arms completely caging you in. The air leaves your lungs when he lifts his head, blown out love drunk eyes reeling you in. Cheeks flushed red his bangs stick to his forehead, jaw slack, he looks completely consumed by you. The tips of your noses brush with each thrust as you both try to communicate every thing your feeling without your words.

“Eddie.” He breathes in his name from your lips as he matches the whine of your hips.

“Say it baby, what it is?” Feeling the grip of your walls against him, he knew you were moments away from falling apart. With a front row seat to what he’s sure to be a cosmic event forever imprinted in his mind, he was trailing dangerously close behind.

“Don’t -“ Brows knitting together when he hits that spot deep inside of you, almost making you lose your train of thought.

“Don’t what?” His voice is gentle brings you back, words fanning against your lips.

“Don’t leave me.” The closeness of it all making you feel vulnerable enough to bare your soul.

The snap of his hips becomes just as desperate as his kiss when his lips smash into yours, doing everything he can to convey that any thought of his future will always have you. That happened the moment he met you. The girl who thinks he’s perfect.

“I’m fucking yours.”

His response is enough for a galaxy to explode behind your eyes, Eddie grounding you, centering you in a way you’ve never felt.

Fluttering with each slowed thrust, the silk of your walls wrap around him in a tight vice. Watching you come undone on top of him is enough to send him tumbling down after you. Legs shaking underneath you, he twitches before spilling deep inside coating the walls that keep begging him for more.

Nails biting into your sides, he pants into your mouth when your eyes open to watch his close tight. The force of everything almost overwhelming feeling your two worlds collide. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, the happiness so overpowering its threatening to burst from your chest.

Slow and languid his lips move against yours when he comes back down, all sweat and tears they stain his cheeks too. The universe changing it’s orbit just for you. Not making any moves, the two of you would stay here forever, just like this if you could.

Everything leading you here felt worth it if this was the karma you got back, Eddie Munson the boy who reminded you how to smile.

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I wrote this for my dearest friend @arinewneanias03

I hope you’ll like this piece, Bunny🐇 ily

After class

Reader’s point of view:

“And that is all I have planned for today!” Julian said and all of us slumped back into our seats, today was a long day. The others were even more keen to leave, it was a friday night, so the twins were rushing to the grocery store along with Francis, who just enjoyed cooking, before I blinked they were already out the door. Bunny and Richard already left, god knows where. I reached forward to finish my tea, and I stood up to get my coat on like everyone, but Julian had stopped me.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about your latin translation.” This made me sit up straight, I kind of was expecting this given the fact that I did it last minute. “It wasn’t bad, but you missed the point on why Caesar had returned to the kingdom. So.. Henry!”

Henry, who was helping Julian by collecting the mismatched teacups, peeked out of the backroom. “Yes?”

“Could you, please, put on boiling water for two?” Julian sat down at his desk and motioned me to sit in the armchair in front of it.

“Of course, but… didn’t you mention that you have a meeting with the Dean today?” Henry said, leaning against the doorframe, he did say it when we started the lecture a few hours ago. I let my eyes linger on Henry, he always looked so good, especially with his crisp black trousers and white shirts, I wished I could tear them off of him. It always lit a flame in me when his shirts accidentally pulled a bit up, exposing his toned abs and sharp v-line, while he stretched his limbs out during our lessons.

Julian checked his watch and his small eyes widened a bit. “Oh dear, you’re right, I didn’t even notice how time went by so fast. Umm… The question is, what do I do with you, lovely Y/N?” He was already reaching for his coat.

Henry stepped forward and said, almost eagerly. “I could explain the text to the lovely Y/N.” He smirked when he caught me blushing.

“That is a good idea, thank you.” He put the keys down on the desk and he shot Henry a specific look that I didn’t understand, before stepping out the door. “Stay as long as you need, you’ll give me the keys tomorrow, I have a spare one at home.” He turned to me” You’re in good hands, Y/N. Be good, children!” With that, he left. We heard his footsteps until he completely left the lyceum.

Henry snapped me out of my thoughts. “Tea?”

I was nervous to be in the same room alone with him, but I had to get myself together. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Mint, a lot of honey and a little lemon?” I heard the kettle whistle, I was surprised that he knew exactly how I drank my tea.

“Exactly.” I smiled at him and he smiled back at me, more like smirked at me.

He made us tea and we moved over to the big couch, we sat with our knees touching. I could feel his manly and musky scent and warmth consuming my body. He took my translation and his from the table and analysed them for a few minutes. “Hm, the translation is almost perfect, it just seems that you used the wrong person for the accusativus, which changes the whole meaning.” He put the papers down and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks again and a smile creep up my lips.

“To tell the truth, Henry, the reason that I messed it up is because I was rushing with it and I wasn’t really paying close attention to the text” I rambled.

“Tsk tsk, well that is not really nice, well… I see, but I am not letting you leave.” I was relieved and not at the same time. The past week was a long one and all I wanted was a long Friday nap, but I was about to spend quite some time with Henry Winter in a somewhat cozy office space.

“You know what lovely girls who don’t pay attention deserve?” He leaned closer and he started toying with the ends of my hair, I hoped my thighs pressing together wasn’t too noticeable.

“No?” My breath was stuck in my throat.

“We’ll go over Caesar’s story.” He whispered, almost seductively. “Be a doll and get it from the big shelf.” He commanded. With a quiet groan, which made him chuckle, I got up and went over to the massive bookcase. I looked on every shelf, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it. “Try looking on the top shelf!” He said from his position on the couch. So, I did, I couldn’t find the ladder that was usually there for the ceiling high bookshelf, so I stretched my torso as much as I could. I felt that my dress was riding up my thighs way too much, just below my butt or maybe even higher. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands lifting me up by my waist to the highest shelf, and he did it so effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather. “It’s the dark blue book.” I saw it and I reached for it. I took it and I felt him turn me around in his arms, now we were face to face. I was still up a bit higher, my hair was all around our faces, but his big hands felt pleasant on my waist. Our faces were inches apart, his scent was stronger now. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he welcomed me in as if we had done this a thousand times. I was now completely in his warmth, I was so close that my breasts were pushed against his neck, and it made me blush that he was probably feeling them. One of his hands was supporting me on my lower back, and the other one reached up to caress my face. I looked closer at his face, his clean shaven jaw, his raven dark hair, his lips, the scar he had and those icy blue eyes of his. I have never seen a pair of eyes so beautiful, the scar made him ever more beautiful. I saw his eyes roaming around my face, he never saw me this up close, whatever he was looking at he felt the need to stroke with his finger. At first, he brushed my hair off my forehead. Then, he ran his hands along my cheeks, the curve of my nose, under my eyes and my lips. “What divine beauty you possess…” My breathing got heavy, which meant that my chest was repeatedly rubbing up against him. He looked down between us, and took in the sight of my cleavage with a barely audible groan, it was prominent given the fact that I was a bit leant forward in front of him. His eyes wandered from my breasts to my neck, until he looked me in the eyes again. “And this sweet scent of yours… It drives me crazy.” He took a step forward and pushed me up against the bookshelf, as he did, his hips pushed in between my spread legs, right into my centre. I felt a bit of shame at the low moan that escaped from the back of my throat, but quickly washed away when my brain registered that he also grunted at the contact.

The tension was electric. Suddenly, he took the book out of my hands and he dropped it on the floor. His hand went on the back of my neck and pulled my head close to his. “Fuck Caesar.” And he claimed my lips eagerly, I, of course, returned the kiss just as eagerly. He pushed me more and more into the bookshelf, I could feel his erection through my underwear. He pulled me closer, while still kissing me deeply, and went over to Julian’s desk. His big hands pulled my knees apart so he could nestle himself between them, my dress rid up to my waist. I was breathing heavily and on complete display for his hungry eyes.

“You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you?” He kissed down my neck and jaw, occasionally biting and leaving marks on my untouched skin. He made his way down to my collarbone and my chest, my breath quivered from his teeth. “You’re so responsive to my touch, and just to me in general.” He pulled my arms out of my dress and slowly pushed it down to my waist, I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing a cute bra for the day. He looked like a starved man at the sight of my barely covered chest. “Beautiful, what pretty lingerie, but I want to see you without it. Show yourself to me, sweet girl, and I will do the same” His fingers motioned me to arch my back, so he could unclasp my bra. I got shy and embarrassed when my breasts were no longer covered by my lace, even if I wanted to be seen by him and taken by him, I quickly shot my arms up so I could cover them, but Henry was having none of it. His lusty gaze shifted to a softer one in a mere second, he caressed my arms that were covering my torso, his touch made me shiver. “Lovely lovely Y/N, you are the prettiest creature I ever saw, I knew this the very first time I had the pleasure of seeing you. And you do not owe me anything, if you don’t feel ready for me, I understand. But, I want to show you what a goddess you are, for I will be your devotee.” I slowly put my arms on my sides, my breasts were bare for his eyes. What he said made me feel comfortable, and so fucking in need for him. I needed him, and I needed him in that second. He had the time of his life kneading and sucking my boobs, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

“Baise moi.”

His eyes had a sort of devilish look in them, and he chuckled darkly while unbuttoning his trousers. “Fuck you? Dirty girl…” He pulled his manhood out and my eyes widened, he was so thick and long. Veiny and dripping for me, he was fully hard, he was already hard when he was pushing me up against the bookcase. “And I wanted to take my time with you.” His hands wandered to my underwear and he slowly pulled it down, but he noticed how it clung to my skin due to my wetness.

“So wet already?” He had mockery in his tone.

“So hard already?” I shot back.

“Touché.” He yanked my underwear down. He pushed my knees up and spread my legs. His tip was begging to be inside me, the throbbing of it proved it. Henry took his pointer and middle finger to circle at my sensitive clit. “I should have known you were going to be this naughty… Walking around here, acting so sweet. But, I could see you. These short skirts and dresses, that only rid up your thighs and revealed your barely covering panties, when I was looking. Coincidence, dear?”

He slowly slipped into me and we both gasped, when he felt me get used to his size he started pounding into me relentlessly. We both had a lot of pent up sexual tension towards each other. “Oh, Henry! Please!”

He slowed down out of teasing. “Please what? Please fuck me harder? Deeper?”

“Deeper!” I moaned out loudly. I thought that he was going to spread my legs wider, so it was a surprise when he leaned down closer to me and threw one of my legs over his shoulder, my other one he wrapped around his waist. When I felt him hit that sweet spot inside of me, I was a mess, I felt even more wetness gather around him.

“Well, well…” he said in a low voice, his constant moving taking on a strain on his voice, but he still toon the effort to talk dirty to me, knowing that it turned me on. “No one ever hit that spot inside you, huh?” I nodded with closed eyes and a thrown back head. My throat was completely exposed for him, and he took advantage of it and kissed my skin, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh my, you are making a mess on me, lovely Y/N, what a gorgeous sight. Will you let me make a mess in you?”

Even if I was on the pill, I never let a man ejaculate inside me, but with Henry? Gladly. “Yes, please! I want to feel it!”

His thrust slowed down, only so he could stab more deeply into my cervix. He brought his head, so now we were eye to eye. “Ever had a man come inside you?” His eyes were soft. I shyly shook my head, as shyly as I could while getting fucked on a desk. He stroked my hair. “You will like it, most women tend to enjoy the feeling of getting filled. Don’t you worry, my sweet, I will make sure to really fill this sweet pussy.”

He reached down between us and rubbed my clit, which dropped me over the edge in seconds. When my walls clamped down on him, he let out a guttural moan and I felt the hot sensation of his seed painting me from the inside. Feeling so close to him, I reached up and pulled him down into an embrace, he wrapped his strong arms around me and we just stayed like that until we could breathe properly.

“If that what I get for fucking my translation up, maybe I need to do it more.” I chuckled.

His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yeah, that shut me up quite quickly. “The sweet Y/N wants to get punished, oh… You have seen nothing yet.”

He pulled out and kneeled before me. He watched as his own seed dripped out of my entrance like it hypnotised him, when it nearly dripped down he gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back. My legs twitched at the sudden contact on my sensitive parts. He looked up at me with a sly and smug grin, slowly he dived down. “Henry-what are yo-“ he pushed my now correct translation into my hands and wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, while giving my clit a little kiss.

“You are going to read it out for me. If I hear a tiny mistake, mispronunciation or even a moan, you are starting from the beginning.”

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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE CHAPTER NINE

Bad Omens x Star Wars

Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader

CW: none

Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.

A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.

word count: 2k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03 Master list Cast list

May the Force be with you✨

Scorching pain spreading through your hand jolts your body awake. As your eyes adjust to the dim light you find yourself sitting on a hard and dirty floor surrounded by concrete walls, much like the warehouse Zebastian held you captive. 

But this isn’t the warehouse. Iron bars barricade you in from the rest of the area and you can hear shallow breathing in the distance. Skylar? 

Suddenly, distorted mechanical chatter pulls you from your exploration. A medic droid is pulling a syringe from your hand after expelling some clear liquid into your bloodstream. Fear grips your stomach and you have to swallow down the bile threatening to release itself from your esophagus. 

“What are you doing!?” Panic pitches your voice high and thin as blood pounds in your ears. Your vision starts to darken when you manage to push yourself away from the machine with your legs as you clutch your injured hand tight to your chest. But the pain is no longer there.

“What did you do? What did you put in me?!” The droid does not respond to your questions but rather turns away to plunge its key from its metal arm into the keyhole by the bars. Metallic whirring ends with a clink as the locks click and a small section of the bars gives way just small enough for the droid to roll through. Much too small for you to squeeze through. Without warning, a deep voice cuts through your panic.

“To heal you, of course,” a deep distorted voice comes from a dark figure appearing from the shadows. Instinct takes over as you spring up from the floor ready to defend yourself with- well the only thing you have, your fists. You square your shoulders and clench your fists as adrenaline pumps through your body. 

“Why did you heal me?” you bite out as the figure approaches the metal bars. This didn’t seem right, your captor healing you. It’s not like they were just going to let you leave.

“To prolong the torture.” 

The figure steps into the dim light, dressed from head to toe in black flowing robes and a mask covering their face. You step back until your back hits the wall, each step taking your bravery with it. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you tremble, wishing someone could save you. 

Just as the bars of your enclosure begin to slide open, two stormtroopers burst in dragging someone with them. The body stumbles into the cell with you. When they right themselves you let out an audible gasp and try to reach for them, but your feet feel like they are weighted down with cement.

“Father?” you croak. All you can muster is this fragile state.

Before you can react, the shadowy figure glides to your father’s side and shoves a glowing baton to his back. Your father howls in pain and hunches over, breathing heavily. 

Your captor turns to you and says, “He’s not here to save you. This is his test to prove his allegiance to the Empire.” You stand frozen in horror as your father towers over you. In a flash, any conflict he had before is gone and what is left is pure anger.  Just like in his office when he found out you snuck off to level 1313 for your birthday. You set your jaw when the realization hits you that your father is not going to save you. 

Don’t say a word. 

“Tell me what you know about Zebastian,” your father spits out his name. 

Anger starts to boil in your stomach, but you keep it at bay with your steady breathing and cool expression. In a blur of movement, his large hand makes contact with your cheek and pain shoots through your face. Stumbling backward, you lose your footing and crash into the wall, your arm bracing the impact. You scream as excruciating pain rips through the same limb as before. 

Tears flow freely from your eyes now blurring your vision as the shock sets in. Blinking away the tears, you notice your wrist comm is shattered. Your lifeline, your only hope, gone. Guttural cries pull you from your despair. Your father is lying crumpled on the ground as more electric currents assault his body. 

Swiftly, the shadowy figure steps aside keeping its gaze in your direction. Your father grunts as he rises to stand, a string of saliva drips down his chin as he bares his teeth. 

“Don’t make me say it again,” he says through clenched teeth. Slowly, you shuffle to your feet, clutching your injured arm to your chest. You stare your father in the eyes preparing the words you and everyone in your defense training class were taught when you were learning to become a senatorial aide. Clearing your throat, you square your shoulders not breaking eye contact with your father. 

“My name is-” smack. thud.

You don’t know how long it's been since you finally come to. There is a small bump on your head and your arm is definitely broken. You’ve become numb to the pain as tears stream down your face when you curl your legs into your chest for warmth as a cool breeze rushes over you.

Suddenly a swarm of shadowy figures rushes into the room. Your heartbeat races and you shut your eyes tight, curling yourself into a ball in the corner hoping to just disappear. A metallic ting rings into your ears as the bars unlock. You grip your knees tighter to stop your trembling body. Your heartbeat beats in time with the fast footfalls flooding the small cell. The air gets thick and your breathing shallows.

“There’s my lost girl,” a soft and warm voice envelops your shivering body. Afraid your mind is tricking you, you remain still for a breath longer. The same voice calls your name again and this time you look. Concern flashes in a familiar pair of brown eyes and you let out a small sob of relief. 

He’s here. He’s really here. 

A thousand questions flood your mind as your eyes scan the shadowy figures in cloaks and red skull masks. Your eyes bug wide and your mouth drops open. Zebastian takes a cautious step backward sensing your fear. He is surrounded by the lethal members of the Scarlet Dagger. The most notorious gang in all of Coruscant. 

“Please,” he breathes out, his eyes not leaving yours. “We don’t have much time.”

Seeing no other way out, you accept his outstretched hand, covered in his signature leather glove. Somehow you comfort in his familiar touch and smell. 

“Hold still,” Zebastian instructs as he leans down to grab the hem of your dress. Your brows knit together as he pulls the kal from its holster at his hip, and starts to tear the bottom of your dress into one long strip. 

“Wait-”

“I need to bandage your arm,” he says quickly once he finishes debasing Skylar’s dress. Now you owe her a new dress and an explanation…if we make it out of here. 

He makes quick work of splinting your injured arm and then hoists you into his arms. You want to argue that you can walk just fine, but your mind becomes hazy as the stress hormones continue to surge. 

Once Zebastian starts to move the shadowy figures fall in place, shielding us as we move as one through the halls. Sounds of blaster fire ricochets off the walls and the bodies surrounding you spread out wide to cover more ground. Zebastian moves quickly through the corridors when the coast is clear. Suddenly, a deep voice crackles through Zebastian’s comm, “We got her, let’s go.” 

Footsteps get louder as we approach a side door and Zebastian breaks into a sprint. You pull yourself into his chest, shutting your eyes tight until you hear the metal doors shut behind you. 

A blur of blackness engulfs the group when we finally make it outside to the waiting starfighter. The vessel is sleek, matte black and hides amongst the shadows as more cloaked figures approach the landing ramp. A shock of electric blue peeks through the darkness. Relief washes over you as you watch Skylar being carried into the ship. 

Finally safe at last.

In the medical bay of the ship, Jax and Revan rapid-fire questions at you as they assess your injuries. Exhausted, you rub your temples as a pang of jealousy shoots through you. Skylar lays peacefully oblivious and unconscious on the other bed next to yours. Both of the men have reassured you numerous times that she was unharmed but you have your doubts. 

You consent to the syringe of pain blocker as Revan fits your injured arm into a sling. Once the pair have finished doting over you, which you find strangely comforting, you ask Revan to help you up from the bed. Before leaving the room, you insist they stay and watch over your best friend. 

You shuffle through the small corridor to the command deck, tugging Jax’s cloak tighter against your small frame, but stop dead in your tracks. A gasp spills from your lips as you take in the scene before you.

“Wow,” you whisper, etching to memory the gold and green hues. In awe, you barely register a tall body coming to your side to ask you if you are okay. Blinking, he says your name again and you quickly nod your answer, your eyes never leaving the breathtaking landscape. 

Suddenly, a warm hand envelops yours, your feet moving on their own to the chair in front of you. A deep voice mumbles something inherently behind you but you don’t hear it until a hand shakes your shoulders when it hits you. 

“What?” you ask as you peel your eyes away from the trees passing by. You suck in a breath as your cheeks blush when you meet Zebastian’s bright playful gaze and dazzling smile, no mask in sight. 

He takes a step closer and leans down to whisper, “Strap in princess, we are about to land.” A shiver washes over you, his voice settling into the base of your spine. 

Quickly, turning away to hide your embarrassment, you pull on the lap belt at your waist and keep your eyes forward as the ship slowly descends. Nervously fidgeting with your hands on your lap, you take in a deep breath to calm your nerves only for your lungs to be flooded with his scent as Zebastian takes the seat behind you. Any attempt to cool the bubbling arousal in your stomach is useless against his suffocating proximity. 

“Ready?” Zebastian asks, extending his gloved hand for you to take. Rising from the chair he leads you through the ship to the landing ramp when Revan and Jax trek ahead pushing the medical bed Sky inhibits.

A medical droid and humanoid male with the hurried men escorting the trio into Zebastian’s massive house. Heavy feet plant you to the ground as you take in your surroundings. Tall trees circle the house, a natural camouflage to a random drifter. Twirling around you realize no one would ever find you here and that simultaneously terrifies and excites you. 

Noticing your absence from his side, Zebastian turns to you, “Coming?” 

Zebastian, the leader of the most notorious and deadly gang, let you- you of all people, see his home; the forbidden place that very few people see and get to live to tell the tale. With a racing heart and wide smile, you confidently take his hand and let him lead you into his home.

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"𝐀𝐇 shit...did you order some more anesthetic and needles?" Your body tense with the thought of having to do another hour of work when all you want to do is sleep.

"Yes, I did it during my lunch-break earlier. The shipment should arrive in two days' time."

You release a breath of relief at the younger male's words. "You're a lifesaver, thank you so much! Remind me to bring you an extra donut when I get some on Monday."

He chuckles at your words. "Will do, see you on Monday Dr. [Last Name]."

Keys jingling, you freeze, halfway pulling them out your coat pocket. "Namjoon, how many times have I told you? After hours, it's just ____. No need for formalities."

"B-but that's not—"

Your eyes roll so far back you're worried they'll get stuck. "Yeah? And why's that, Mr. Professionalism?"

"To start off, I am merely a student fresh out of college while you have been in the veterinarian field far longer than I with more experience. It would be unprofessional for an apprentice such as myself to-"

"You know what? Just do whatever you want kid." You quickly cut him off before he could delve in any deeper into his The importance of professionalism during and after work speech.

An audible sound of relief is heard on the other line. "Thanks Dr. [Last Name], see ya on Monday!"

"Sure, sure," you mutter, "see you Monday." Ending the call, you toss the phone into your purse and unlock the front door.

You're met with nothing but silence as you step into the dark two-bedroom apartment.

Shutting the door behind you, you quickly slip off your shoes and coat as you make your way towards the back.

A trail of discarded clothes follows you all the way to your room. 'I'll pick them up later.'

With a body-towel and bottle of  lavender scented soap in hand, you step into the bathroom.

The shower roars to life, hot water pelting your skin the moment you step in. A sigh of sheer joy escapes your lips as the day's stress from work fades with every scrub you do to your body.

As the last remains of the soap fall down the drain, you break away from your cocoon of solitude with a flinch—the shrill ring of the home phone piercing throughout the apartment.

'What the hell...that old ass thing still works?'

Huffing out in anger, you quickly turn off the shower and grab a towel on your way out of the tub.

Wrapped tight in the towel, you yank the bathroom door open and stomp into the kitchen where the phone is located.

Annoyance paints your face as the high-pitched noise keeps filling the air.

"I'm coming, just shut the fuck up!" you hiss at the phone, forgetting all caution. Your foot leaves the tile and hits onto the shiny hardwood.

"Shit!" A cry of pain escapes you as your back collides with the floor, pain flaring up your spine.

There you are, sprawled out, slowly coming to terms that you've in fact just busted your ass on the floor.

And once you do, a wince sits on your face as you carefully get up from the floor to lean against the wall for support.

Eyes sweeping across the room, you stop at a bright yellow sticky note sitting neatly on the object of all your pain and humiliation:

"That fucking phone."

Boiling, hot lava-filled your veins as you limped towards the surprisingly still ringing phone- almost as if it was taunting you of your slip-up.

'No pun intended...or was it?'

You snort at the thought as you finally made it across the room.

With a hand pressing on your back like an old lady, you snatch the receiver, ready to unleash hell unto whoever is on the other side.

"Who the fuck is this and why are you calling my home." All logic of it being a possible customer or even your parents were thrown out the window as anger controlled your sensible side.

A familiar deep voice oozes sarcasm from the other end. "Wow...nice way to treat their best friend. But hello to you too ____".

Stunned, your grip loosens; sweat builds in your palms. Your heart hammers at an uncontrollable rate.

"Whatever. What do you want Jin? I'm surprised you even remembered me," despite the attempt in masking your voice, a tinged of disbelief and subtle anger wavered it.

Six months, half an entire year - no contact from him. And you were sure of the countless missed calls and text messages from you filled his history logs.

The line goes silent for a few moments.

"I know you're excited that I called and miss me, because I miss you too. And given how long it took for you to answer the phone with such an attitude, I'm gonna guess that you were in the shower, but fell from stomping to the phone just as when I had lived there."

Your mouth gapes at his correct assumption. "I-I did not do such t-thing."

"Your stutter says otherwise. Come on, we've known each other for 20 years," Jin retorts.

You sigh, knowing that it was impossible to deny anymore you decide to change the subject. "So why did you call?"

"Why did I call you?" Jin mutters to himself, taking a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "Oh yeah! I have something important to tell and ask you."

Unease churns in your stomach at the hesitation in his voice, anticipation buzzing along your veins.

"Okay? I'm not getting any younger dude. Wait anymore and I'm gonna end up saying cringey dad jokes like you," you push, attempting to dissolve the thickening tension.

He chuckles lightly, making your heart to flutter. "Right...I was wondering if we can meet up tonight?"

A giddy smile curls at your lips. "Sure! What's the special occasion for?"

He emits a nervous laugh. "You'll see."

Puzzled by his evasive words, you shake it off.

"Alright. Send me the location and I'll be there," with those parting words you hang up with an even brighter smile decorating your face.

"Ah shit! What to wear, what to wear? Cocktail dress? Nah, too extra. T-shirt and jeans? Too chill?" You shake your head with an eye roll, "goddammit ____, get a grip! This is Jin you're talking about."

Grabbing a water bottle from the island, you gulp down a mouthful, trying to wash away the jittery feels with a wistful sigh.

That's when it happens. Your eyes bulge, flailing hands smacking against your chest as water sprays out from your mouth with each hacking cough.

"Ugh," You cough, fanning your burning face as water drips from your stinging nose. Picking up the dropped bottle from the floor, you try and hack up whatever water's left clinging to your throat.

Minutes drag by—each one feeling like a damn hour—until you catch your breath and turn your attention towards the yellow sticky note from earlier.

You rip it off the wall, half-laughing, half-scoffing at the message as you wipe away the tears from your blurry eyes.

Dear Ms. [Last Name], Thank you for choosing Mr. Sandless Wood Polishing Services. And remember...if you're ever wishing for a sparkling floor, just call us and we'll always be right at your door!

P.S And if possible, please refrain from stepping onto the floor if it becomes wet or the bottom of your shoes/feet are.

"Well too fucking late for that!"

Done with the situation, you wad up the note into a ball and toss it into the trash.

'Got more pressing matters to focus on' you think, stomping away to get ready for the night.

...right into the puddle of water you just choked on.

A thud echoes around the apartment as you lay on the floor with a blank face.

"...SON OF A BITCH! MOTHERFU-"

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"____?" Jin calls out your name just as you're throwing back a shot of vodka, savoring the fire as it travels down your throat.

"Sup, hot stuff?" You tease, tossing him a wink as you swivel in his direction.

He grins before assuming a more earnest look. Gently taking your hands in his, Jin's gaze pierce into yours, making your heartbeat pick up its pace.

"Look ____, there's something I need to tell you. Honestly, should've come clean ages ago." His eyes drop to your interlocked hands.

Sensing the waves of uneasiness rolling off him, you pull back. Any buzz you prior dissipated and was replaced with concern.

"What is it Jin? You know you can tell me."

His doe eyes gaze into yours, attention quickly shifting towards the party lights above you.

"It's just that...shit!" He rubs the back of his neck, his grin more strained now. "I really don't know how to put this into words."

Placing a hand on his leg, you give him a bright smile. "Hey, none of that. If it's bad, we can stress out together right?"

He nods, more relieved. "Exactly. No idea why I'm making a big deal out of—"

"Darling!"

You wince at the interruption, while his face lights up like Christmas lights.

"[Cousin Name]," he breathes out as a woman dressed in a curve-hugging red number struts over and sits on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him into a kiss.

Your eyes dart away from the scene as he returns the kiss with the same amount of passion- if not more. With each passing second of the two lover's affection did your internal struggle grow.

Luckily, Jin seemed to catch on to your discomfort and sheepishly pulled himself from her, even as her hands began to drift dangerously low.

"But baby whyyyyyy?" she whines at his rejection, moving to decorate his jawline with colors of red and purple instead.

Your  jaw clenches in irritation.

The audacity of their brazen affection knowing the ever-present risk of paparazzi appearances. Or maybe its because you can't shake the thought of—

'Why can't that be me? Marking him, showing the world who his heart and body belongs to...'

With a resigned sigh, you pour another shot and down it. Hopefully the burn will overpower the haunting images and tormenting thoughts from your head.

After what feels like an eternity, she pulls away with a smile and lowers herself onto his lap like she's won a throne. Sad part?

You can't help but think that, in a way, she has.

Her eyes lock onto yours—knowing glint shinning in them before switching into a calculated softness. "Oh my...little cousin! Didn't see you there. So sorry you had to see that."

Your eyebrow twitch at her antics. 'Seriously? We're the only damn people in this area...how could you not see me?'

Summoning every ounce of your acting skills, you give her a smile that should earn you an Oscar. "No need to apologize, he was just telling me something."

"Oh?" She childishly furrow her brows, eyes twinkling with mock innocence. "Did he get to the part about our wedding yet?"

'Wedding...'

Your heart doesn't just skip a beat; it feels like it flatlined.

'He's engaged... to her...'

The words loop in your head, drowning out the pulsing club music that suddenly feels miles away.

'He's in love... truly...'

"Damn it, [Cousin's Name], I was getting to that," Jin chastises, but there's no real bite to his tone.

'Not with me...'

She flutters her lashes and plants a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Oops, it just slipped out. You can't possibly be mad at me."

'Never been me...'

Captivated, his eyes lock onto hers with so much adoration you would think she placed the stars in the night sky.

"Mad at you? Impossible," he murmurs, a lovesick grin growing across his face before pulling her in with a kiss.

'He doesn't love me...'

Hearing her squeals, you snap back to reality like you've been slapped. It's a grating sound, like a fork scraping a plate, and it eats at you.

You watch them for a few more seconds, laughing and hugging in their own little world.

Then it hits you, like a ton of bricks: holy shit, this is actually happening. Your worst nightmare has manifested right in front of you.  

"You're... you're," your voice almost disappear in the pause, as if even the words are too much to bear, "getting married?"

The bass from the club's speakers thunders around you, but somehow against all odds, Jin hears you.

Once his eyes met your glazed ones, his face changes, and it's like he's seeing you for the first time tonight.

"Absolutely! Just look at this beauty," [Cousin Name] coos serenely, pulling the ring from her purse. It catches the lights of the club, each glint a taunt aimed right at you as she places it in your face.

"Why isn't it on your finger?" Jin asks, his brows furrowing just a bit.

She's quick, as always. "Oh, I had to wash my hands. You know how these places can be," she deflects with a charming smile.

As she turns to fix her hair, you can't help but notice glimpse of the hickeys along her skin.

'Sure do wonder when washing hands included necks...'

As if she heard your thoughts, she meets your eyes. And for just a second, you see it—the tiniest smirk, like she knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Blissfully unaware, Jin seems to buy it with a smile coming back full-force. "Alright, just remember to wear it. Wouldn't want anyone getting any wrong ideas."

She gives an unamused huff and slip the jewelry on her finger, movement seeming just a tad bit reluctant.

You don't dwell on it. Not yet at least.

Jin brings her attention back on him by grabbing her hands, pressing soft kisses along her wrist. "Would you mind if I talk to ____ for a moment?"

She flips the switch, channeling her inner drama queen.

"But Jinnie, I don't wanna leave you alone! What if she tries to steal you from me?" The whine in her voice is almost laughable, an award-worthy act that Jin seems to be fully invested in.

"I promise baby, it won't take long," he coos, pulling out all the stops—kissing her hand, trailing up her arm, and finally planting a soft one on her shoulder.

Unknowingly to him, her façade cracks for just a second; eyes rolling in barely masked annoyance, heavily filled with contempt.

Then you notice it, the subtle shift in her gaze. Her attention is no longer on you nor Jin, instead intensely gazing at something behind you.

Magnetism too strong; you discreetly follow her eyes—there it is.

A man who could be a model, or at the very least, a heartbreaker. He casually leans against the bar, unaware he's become the subject of her musing.

Your eyes snap back to her just in time; she didn't catch you watching her.

"Fine," [Cousin Name] suddenly relents, all previous resistance evaporating. "I'll go grab a drink or whatever."

She slides off his lap, the sultry gleam never leaving her eyes. Leaning in, she plants a lingering kiss on Jin's lips filled with promise and possession.

And as she sashays out of the private section, Jin's eyes stay glued to her. He watches until she's swallowed by the crowd, gaze still holding one of awe and adoration.

'Would he even blink twice if I disappeared right now?'

"So...uh. H-how long's this been a thing?" Your voice wobbles, throat feeling almost too tight to breath.

"I...I asked her to marry me five months ago," he admits, his voice tinged with a hesitation you wish you could ignore.

A wave of icy betrayal washes over you, freezing you to the core. Your fists clench so tight it's painful, but not as painful as the words you've just heard.

"Are you shittin me Seokjin!?" You explode, shooting up from your chair, "Six months...six fucking months of radio silence; and for five of them you were engaged...ENGAGED! Why the hell am I treated like some damn rando back in high school when we're supposed to be best friends?? I tell you everything!"

′Everything except how I've been helplessly, hopelessly in love with you since we were seven...′

He looks troubled, fumbling for words. "I didn't— I was told to wait. Your cousin wasn't ready to tell you yet. Just be mad at me, okay? Not her."

You bitterly laugh at his pleading. 'Even when it's her fault...you'd rather take the blame.'

Taking a shaky breath, you struggle to keep the tears at bay and force what you hope is a convincing smile. "You know what, it's cool. I'm not mad. I'm happy for you guys."

'Like hell I am. The love of my life is marrying my own blood and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.'

Jin's face lights up, eyes sparkling—the same eyes that would crinkle when you'd share childhood secrets. "Really?"

'Why not? What's another lie to add to the pile I've been telling myself for years.'

"Absolutely."

He exhales deeply, as if a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders. "Oh, thank God. [Cousin Name] said you'd be pissed, maybe even try to ruin the wedding or something. I'm sure she didn't know better. She's stressed, ya know, wedding jitters and all."

'Oh, she's stressed? The same older cousin with a lifetime hobby of stealing the sources of my joy just to feel superior? The same one who's using you not only as her ticket to a celebrity life, but to also have me suffer if I want to be near you? Oh, she knows exactly what she's doing. And the worst part? I let her.'

The moment this revelation hits you, tears escapes your eyes. Jin's expression shifts from relief to concern in an instant.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He swiftly pulls you close. Snuggly held in a way that once felt like home, now's just a stinging reminder of what's lost.

"I-it's nothing. I'm just...overwhelmed with happiness for you both," you manage to choke out, pulling away with a trembling smile.

Jin isn't convinced. He pulls you back into his arms, his warm embrace too much to bear that it kills you inside.

'I could tell him everything...but would it really make a difference now?'

With his heartbeat a lulling rhythm that almost, almost eases the phantom pains clawing deep inside; you make a decision.

′No, I won't ruin this for him. I'll...I'll just let go. Yeah...I can do this. Even if we're not together the way I want us to be, I'll still be there...' 

The sound of a clearing throat cuts through the tender moment, bringing the short-lived hug to an end.

You look up to find your cousin's initial frown melting into a warm smile upon seeing your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

Stepping away, Jin moves to her side and brings her to his chest, lips teasingly whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Oh [Nickname], I have a surprise for you~" [Cousin Name] announces with a grin.

You glance just in time to witness Jin's arms encircle her waist as he nuzzle against her cheek, a bittersweet ache settling in your chest.

"My stunning fiancé here has a special request for you. She wants you to be the Maid of Honor for our wedding. Isn't that fantastic!?" Jin giddily explains, radiant smile making its famous appearance.

"I wanted to strengthen our bond despite ups and downs we've faced over the years. Plus, as my Maid of Honor you'll have the best seat in the house. You can even be the Godmother when we have kids," she gushes with fluttering lashes.

"That's...wonderful," you manage to choke out despite wanting to run faraway and never look back.

"Can you believe it? Mr. and Mrs. Kim, with adorable little ones who share both of their parents' features," Jin eyes glow with joy, excitement contagious.

"I already have the names too! If a boy, we can name him [Son Name]; and if a girl, [Daughter Name]."

You freeze at her revelation, heart-clenching in betrayal.

"Babe, those names are perfect! Where did you get those?" He looks down at her with a smile of admiration.

"How could you?" You hiss, the weight of your words shattering the air of love that enveloped the engaged couple.

"Pardon?" The confusion in Jin's eyes is clear, the smile slowly fading from his face as he takes in your enraged expression.

You ignore his words, glare never leaving your cousin.

She blinks, mirth swimming in her eyes before returning to their innocent facade. "What do you mean, ____? I don't under—"

"Cut the bullshit! I'm sick of this fake charade you've been parading around all night. Now answer the damn question!"

[Cousin Name] clings to Jin's arms as you confront her, fists clenched, itching to punch the crap out of the older woman you called family.

"Now just hold up a minute ____! [Cousin Name], what is she talking about?" Jin interjects, placing a protective arm in front of her to keep you from getting any closer.

"I-I'm not sure. They're such lovely names, it must be a coincidence—"

"A coincidence...a COINCIDENCE?!" you snap, unable to mask your disbelief. "Out of all the fucking names in the world, you just happened to have the ones I've dreamt of using for years? The same very ones I never told anyone but you when we were just kids..."

Tears well in her eyes as she reaches out to you. "But ____ I-"

"Don't fucking touch me!" You recoil, slapping her hand away when it grazes your arm.

[Cousin Name] quickly retreats into Jin's arms and bury her face into his chest letting out a sniffle every once in a while.

"Enough, ____!" You look up to meet Jin's stern gaze. "We can discuss this another time—"

"No, let's discuss this shit right now!" you cut him off, voice raising despite your efforts to remain poised. "You expect me to stand there as your Maid of Honor, watch you exchange vows, start a family using the names I've always dreamed of for my own children...all while smiling and pretending everything is alright? Do you know how twisted that is?"

"How?!" This time it was Jin who exploded. His confusion quickly morphed into anger, voice rising to match yours. "Tell me how me wanting happiness is twisted to you! So twisted that you have no shame in disrespecting not just me, but my fiancé, your elder."

"Bullshit Jin! That snake is no elder of mine!" The words spill without thinking, fueled by raw emotion. "All of my life she's taken everything from me. And the sick part? I let her. But I'm done, over it! She's taken our family's love, my friends, the names of my future children, and even—"

You catch yourself, your breath hitching at the almost slip-up.

'...the man I'm in love with.'

It goes quiet, a stare-off is held between you and your best friend; tension heavy between you two.

"And even what?" Jin demands, breaking the silence.

You hesitate, the weight from years of secrecy and unspoken feelings pressing down.

"...Never mind," you say, lowering your eyes to avoid his intense gaze. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Like hell it doesn't!" he snaps back. "You're accusing [Cousin Name] of stealing your life piece by piece, and now you're holding back? So what did she take?"

You look at him, and for a split second, you're tempted to let it all out. To tell him that she took away the possibility of you and him.

That your heart had always been his since childhood.

But the words die in your throat when your eyes flicker down to their joined hands. [Cousin Name] sees your falter, a smirk curling her lips as cuddle closer to him.

You shake your head, the lump in your throat growing. "You won't believe me anyway. So, what's the point?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're making this difficult, you know that? You should be happy for us."

"Happy? To watch you live your perfect life with her while I just...stand by? Pretend to be the supportive cousin, the supportive friend? Is that what you want from me?!" Your voice trembles as you speak, but you don't care.

You're beyond that point now.

Jin seems taken aback by your outburst, shocked seeing this side of you. "I...[Cousin Name] said you might react like this, about her getting married while you're still single. That you'd be jealous."

"Jealous? Is that what she told you?" your scoff hides a bitter laugh. "Maybe she's not entirely wrong. Maybe I am jealous, but not for the reasons you think."

He narrows his eyes, head tilting as if a challenge. "Then what are you jealous of?"

"Of never having the chance, Jin. Of you never seeing me more than just a friend or a younger sister. Of watching the person I've been in love with for years propose to someone else, let alone my own cousin, who knew how I feel about you!"

There, you said it. The words are out, hanging in the air like a dense fog.

Jin could only stare at you, eyes slowly growing wide. "You're...in love with me?"

At your hesitant nod, they began to fill with regret and a kind of sorrow you've never seen. "[Cousin Name] said you might have had a little passing crush on me, but she never said it was that serious."

"So you chose to believe her, without  but not even consider how I might feel? After how long have we known each other,?" Tears prick your eyes, but you fight to keep your voice steady.

"I...I didn't know," he admits. Voice sounded so broken, so lost, it made your heart hurt even more. "God, I just...i-if I had known—"

"And what? Would it have made any difference? Would you have suddenly realized that you were in love with me too? We can't rewrite the past, Seokjin." You glance at the worn-down bracelet on your wrist. Countless years of memories flood your head as you observe every crack in the leather strap.

'Is this what we've become Jin? Maybe if I had just gotten the balls enough to tell you sooner, maybe everything would be different.' Your eyes harden as defeat swirl in its tired irises 'But in the real world...it's useless to ponder on the maybes and what-ifs. It's just time to accept it.'

With shaky fingers, you unclasp it.

At the same moment Jin looks down at his own identical bracelet, as if suddenly remembering its weight and significance.

You feel a tear slip down your cheek but quickly wipe it away. "I'll still be there for you, still be your best friend. Hell even be the damn Maid of Honor if that's what you want. But I can't promise you it won't hurt me every step of the way, that things will ever be the same between us."

Carefully, you place the bracelet on the table next to you; fingertips lingering for just a second before finally pulling away.

"Keep it. Maybe give it to your future son or daughter," you suggest in a rueful manner no longer having the strength to hide it.

"____ wait," [Cousin Name] starts to say something, but you cut her off with a chilling glare.

"After this wedding, I don't ever want to hear from you again," you say, voice low. "As far as I'm concerned, we're no longer family."

Her smug grin catches your eye before you walk away, but you're too emotionally depleted to care.

Right as you reach the section's entrance you turn towards the couple with a bright smile and misty eyes. "Congratulations to you both. I hope you have a wonderful life together."

As you make your way through the pulsing crowd of the club, each step feels like a mile.

You've lost your best friend, the love of your life, and even a part of your family, all in one night.

And you don't look back. Moving through the dancing bodies, you immediately noticed a change in yourself.

The weight in your heart lightens the more distance is added. You were loving it.

Reaching the almost deserted bar, you plop down at a stool and signal the bartender with no other goal but to get piss drunk.

′So much for being best friends forever'jin

#k-nayee dreamer #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin #kpop x black reader #kpop x reader #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts book #bts #yourself #black writers #black reader insert #black!reader #black tumblr #ksj x reader #jin x reader #jin bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan jin #bangtan seokjin #bts angst #seokjin angst

[a-boca-do-inferno]

what good is a castle? (johnny x reader) [request]

summary: Johnny has something on his mind, (y/n) has had enough of his secrecy.

warnings: angst-ish, fluff

words: 0.8k

notes: this is so embarrassingly self indulgent but idc. loosely based on not even the king by alicia keys. go listen to it. she is literally my mother. enjoy <3

“Johnny, I’m only gonna ask you this time”, her voice is soft, albeit there is an edge to it. “What’s going on?”

She’s kept up with his silence for far too long. Ever since (y/n) moved into his apartment, he’s been quieter, and a quiet Johnny is something she’s never experienced once in his presence. He was like a wild cat, hyperactive and unstoppable; cutting at times, and God knows he could be exhausting, but that was his essence. The girl loved him as he was, and that is why his awkwardness concerned her. Could it be that he regretted ever moving in together? Was he missing his old life with his wife, or worse—he missed prison? Johnny would rather share a cell with some inmate than a house with her, mayhaps? A slight shiver went up her spine as she kept looking at him, waiting for a response.

Johnny’s dark eyes widen for a second, then he waves his hand dismissively. He stirs their dinner in the pan, going once, twice, his gaze fixating on the boiling pasta. “There’s nothing wrong, sweetheart. I’m just tired”, he mutters, still not looking at his girlfriend. “Too much work in the restaurant, you know?” 

(y/n) takes a deep breath, starting to get fed up with this. “I know you, you know that, right? You can’t lie to me”, she comes a little closer, hugging him from behind. Her chin rests on his shoulder and he leans into her touch, enjoying the affection. She smiles softly and whispers into his ear, swaying their bodies in a slow dance. “C’mon, darling, let me help you. Tell me what’s bugging you.”

Johnny stays silent for a moment, turning to face her properly. A few strands fall carelessly on his forehead and she puts them in place, staring expectantly at him. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and he crosses his arms, letting his eyes wander the room. “I feel like I’m holding you back.”

(y/n) blinks once, furrowing her brows. “How so?”

He huffs quietly, finally looking at her. His expression is stern, very different from his usual cool demeanour. “You deserve better than me, okay? And I… I feel bad. I have nothing, and you deserve the world.”

She almost wants to laugh, but he seems to be serious about this, and so she keeps a straight face. “Johnny, I can’t even begin to tell you how I couldn’t care less about this.”

“Well, maybe you should”, he grumbles back in a heartbeat, and she frowns. He doesn’t notice it, going back to cooking their food. 

They eat in casual chatter, but Johnny is as uneasy as he’s been the last few days, perhaps even worse. She can’t help but feel powerless. Money was never an issue between them, they both had their source of income, so she doesn’t get why this is bothering him now. (y/n) finishes her meal and goes to wash the dishes, while he walks outside to smoke a cigarette. Watching him disappear through the front door, she lets out a heavy sigh. Once she’s done with her chore, her steps follow quietly to where Johnny’s hiding, sitting on the steps leading to their home. His shoulders are slumped down, comically, and she smirks. 

He’s so dramatic. 

“Hey”, she coos, taking a seat next to him. He simply offers her the smoke, his features still unsmiling. The girl takes a drag and gives it back to him. “Do I really have to tell you that you’re the love of my life, even with but a penny in your pocket?”

He chuckles at this, looking down. “Don’t say that, honey, this is serious”, he sounds less defensive now, studying the little movement on the street. His face is illuminated only by the faint light coming from above, and she hums along as he continues, “I can’t give you the life you deserve.”

(y/n) grunts, brushing her lips on his neck. “You keep saying that, what does that even mean?”

Johnny shrugs, looking for her eyes. “I don’t know, the girls keep saying this in the restaurant. Talking about finding a man who deserves them, and then proceed to describe a billionaire”, he laughs again, but this time it’s humourless.

“Oh, so there it is”, she raises an amused brow, trying to ease him up a little. “I knew it was something, you just started acting so weird out of nowhere.”

Johnny nods once, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, there it is. I’m a peasant dating a princess.” 

She rolls her eyes at his joke, hitting his chest weakly. “In that case, you should know those girls can’t afford what we got, this is priceless”, (y/n) winks at him and brings their mouths together in a gentle kiss, and Johnny complies readily, cupping her face. “Not even the king”, she mumbles against his lips, deepening their contact.

He hugs her tight, throwing his cigarette away. “Yeah, what good is a castle, anyway?”

“There you are, my sassy boyfriend”, she purrs, showering his face with kisses. 

Johnny smiles.

#frankie and johnny #frankie and johnny x reader #johnny x reader #al pacino x reader #al pacino

[jessybarnes]

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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[munacy]

Forget

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius is 80% sure he has an eidetic memory.

He remembers the shape of Bertha Jorkins' thin lips and the sound of her jeering glee as she informed him of a few key facts of which he was previously unaware.

"You know your friend? The quiet, weird one? That's it—Lupin!"

"Well, did you know he's bent?"

"AND, and, did you know he's bent for you? Oh, no, I'm certain—he's mad for you, Black!"

He remembers the exact flavor of his own feelings of shock, then later, pity, burrowing so deep in his heart that it felt like grief.

It's unfair, he remembers thinking. Why can't Moony have just one good thing in his life?

He remembers the exact shape of the single tear, dignified and quiet, never making a spectacle of itself, dripping down the line of Moony's nose, nearly hidden by the curls of his bowed head, when Sirius had finally gotten him alone.

"So, it's true?"

....

"Moons, I—Remus....I love you, but....but, you're like a brother to me. I love you so much, you and James and Peter, like my own flesh and blood, I do...I'm so sorry."

He remembers the exact timbre of Remus' voice, resigned and wholly unsurprised—and so, so tired, not unlike the way he says, "So which bones did I break this time?" the morning after a full moon.

"I know. I've always known that."

And his voice breaking on the last sentence.

"It's just that I couldn't help myself."

It's been months and Sirius remembers all of these details with astonishing clarity. Now, he wonders if Remus does, too.

And, if he does, is there any way, humanly or magically possible, to make him forget?

Because, there is a party in Gryffindor Tower. There is a party going on and Sirius is watching Remus, and the long line of Remus' body is pressed from ankle to chest against some boy, some stupid, ugly, horrible, evil boy from Ravenclaw, and their tongues are in each others' mouths, and Sirius, poor Sirius, he is realizing that he's told Moony a lie. He did not know it was a lie at the time, but as he watches the Ravenclaw boy's hands thread through Moony's precious curls-MY MOONY MY CURLS-and feels the flood of heat boiling his fingernails, he realizes what an idiot he's been.

He realizes that what he's feeling at this moment could not be further from brotherly love. He's sure now that there is no higher power because his lie to Remus was so egregious, so blasphemous, that, surely, any rational deity would have had the sense to smite him by now.

He is not smote.

He is smitten.

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #forget #angst lite #feelings realization #why isn't bertha jorkins mentioned in more fics btw?

[cherrypie5]

Hi! I'm here to say I just loved your fic about Colin!! Can I possibly request like a continuation to this plot following that same line but with roles reversed now? Like Colin is always so strict with that one rule but now he is the one who ultimately broke it, so it's the reader's turn to punish him now, through spanking as well to give him the same treatment, and she goes really hard for it 'cause she's super mad that he always demanded that from her but couldn't follow his own rule?? Tysm, i hope that it's okay <3

AAHH omg i didn't expect anyone to like my fic so I'm extremely excited to have a response like this!! I love this idea and couldn't wait to continue the story. Tysm and i hope you like it!! <3

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Sometimes rules are meant to be broken, not today tho Pt.2

Pairing: colin zabel x fem!reader

Warning: sexual content(18+ minors dni), spanking, sex toys, Dom!reader, thigh riding, overstimulation, aftercare

Word count: 1,7k

A/N: I hope this does the beautiful request justice <3 and again sorry for any grammar mistakes

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The excitement of seeing your boyfriend again made you drop your keys trying to unlock the door.

It has just been five days since you last saw him, but after seeing all your aunts and uncles at the family reunion you needed some cuddles from your man.

He unfortunately couldn't come because of work. He was busy with the case of a missing girl and a murder.

Finally having the door unlocked you skipped inside and dropped your suitcase in the hall. You heard soft sounds coming out of the bedroom so you immediately knew where to look for him.

Creaking the door open slightly so you could peak inside just to be met with a view that made your blood boil.

Your ass sore and red for a week after you've done what you are seeing before you.

Colin's head thrown back into the pillow as he strokes his cock with his hand. Silent whimpers reach his lips with each stroke.

Without thinking you pushed the door open completely. Making yourself known to your boyfriend.

"Really Colin. It hasn't even been a month since you punished me for this." His dark eyes widened at your presence and the strokes took a halt.

"B-baby you're back, I-" you cut him off as a wave of deja vu hit over you.

"You know the rule don't you?" You repeated his words from last time back to him. A suitable punishment popped up in your head as you waited for his answer.

"Yes I know the rule." His hand slowly creeping away from his cock. Your anger making the room have an eerie atmosphere.

You slowly made your way to the bed as you could see his panicked eyes follow your every move. You sat down and without looking at him you spoke.

"Why don't you be a good boy and lay across my lap." Rustling was heard as you felt the bed shift underneath Colin's weight. Your boyfriends naked big frame laid across your lap as he knew what was coming.

"Well done baby. Now you're gonna help me count to five, okay?" Your hand rubbing soft circles on his ass cheek. You felt his body shiver from your touch. Soft goosebumps formed under your hand.

"Okay." It almost came out as a breath. You tried to soothe him down by stroking his hair as he always does with you. It was the first time you were in charge so you both where intrigued by this new feeling and what it would bring.

Your delicate hand cut through air as you lifted it only to bring it down causing a loud slap to echo through your room. The reversed roles made you enjoy the sounds as opposed to last time when you were on the receiving end.

"One." A shocked look across Colin's face. He didn't expect you to slap this hard. But you felt that justice had to be served for his hypocritical behavior.

A hard slap made the man whimper out a soft two. Your anger made you use all your strength.

Your lips turned upward in a sadistic smile as you realized how good this feels. The power and control you have over your boyfriend caused a damp spot in your panties.

"Three." His left ass cheek had taken all the hits up until now and you could see some small red dots of tiny blood vessels below his skin getting broken. You decided to lift your hand to assault the other side of his behind.

"Four." The soft cheek jiggled a bit as you could already see his light skin getting tainted with red marks.

"Good boy, just one more and then I'll move on to the other part of the punishment." His head quickly shifted so he could look at your face. Panic behind his eyes. Whilst staring straight in them you lowered your hand to strike the hardest blow yet.

Teary eyed he said "Five." You quickly massaged his cheeks as you realized that you may have been to rough but you were already committed to this tough act so you kept your face hard.

"Lay down on your back for me please." As he got off your lap you stood up to discard your pants. The damp spot in your panties made you shiver from the chill of the cold air around you.

You saw that his member had gone a little softer so an idea popped into your head. His eyes followed you like a lost puppy as you took soft steps to retrieve your box from the closet.

The box that got you punished was gonna punish him today. A let out a soft giggle from the thought. Rummaging through the items until you found the toy you were looking for.

After a few seconds you found the item. Mischief evident on your face as you went back to the curious man on your bed. You held the item up for him to see.

"Y/n what is that?" Colin was a little frightened by your dominance. His sweet little girl could be such a devil.

"This my sweet boy is a cock ring and I'm gonna slip it on you right now." You took his semi hard member in your hands as you looked in his eyes for any hesitation. But his head made a soft nod as he still trusted you.

You rolled the ring down all the way to the base. Soft moans filled the room as you could tell Colin enjoyed the pressure of the ring on his cock.

"You are not allowed to touch me as your punishment, okay baby?" A disappointed nod was all you got as reply but you let him get away with it as you felt what you are about to do next was cruel enough already.

You went to straddle his left thigh. Your soaked panties made contact with his hot skin as you let out a moan. You slowly started to rock your hips up and down to get some friction from your panties and Colin's thigh.

His cock dripped a bit of precum onto his toned stomach. Your hand slid down to grab the tip and you rubbed his slit. His hands almost made its way to you but he remembered in time and quickly grabbed the sheets instead.

You already felt a knot growing in your stomach as you still kept rocking your hips against his now soaked skin. Your finger went down to the ring and a click rang through the air.

Colin's body jumped a bit at the foreign feeling on his cock. The vibrations that the ring emanated where evident as you started to stroke his length.

Moans filled the room as you both felt your release coming. You rocked your hips faster.

"Colin I'm so close. Fuck I am so close." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Please come on me y/n" his begging words brought you over the edge as your orgasm made your whole body shake. Screams left your mouth as you came hard on his leg. You were brought back when you felt something dripping on your hand.

Colin's cum had spurt out of his slit and made a mess on your hand and his stomach. His eyes were closed as he let out soft moans from the pleasure.

You went down to give him a kiss which he gladly returned. His body shaking as you could sense some discomfort in him.

"Y/n can you please turn of the ring?" He broke the kiss to beg for some peace. The pressure of the ring hadn't allowed his cock to go soft and the vibrations only furthering the discomfort of the overstimulation.

"I will turn it off after I've come back to get a towel to clean you up. Be a good boy and wait for me."

You didn't wait for any response as you stood up to go retrieve a towel from the bathroom.

Colin's uncomfortable moans filled your ears as you took your time to find a towel and dampen it under the faucet.

You stood in the doorway as you were back in the room to look at your boyfriend.

His head thrown back into the pillow and his lips slightly parted to let out his moans. Eyes shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure. A sheen of swear evident on his body and his cock looked red and angry. Veins protruding on the shaking member.

Colin felt your presence and opened his eyes to look at you. Tears forming as you started to feel like the punishment had been enough to make your anger go away.

"I'm sorry y/n, I won't break the rule again but please make it stop." His fist still gripping the creased sheets. You took a seat next to him as you quickly went to turn of the device.

A sigh of relieve left Colin once you did. You tried to gently roll the ring of him as to not hurt him any further. You dropped the ring on your nightstand once he was released.

You went to use the damp towel in your hand to gently clean him up. His body laid limp whilst you did.

Once he was all cleaned up you slowly went to lay next to him and hugged his body to yours. He was still trying to calm his body down.

"Colin, baby are you okay? Did I go too hard?" You pressed soft kisses all over his chest and face. His hand slowly went up to tangle in your hair as he opened his dark eyes to look at you.

"I'm okay. Just didn't know you had this in you y/n. Did you enjoy it?" His soft voice made your heart flutter. After your brutal punishment he still wanted to make sure you enjoyed it.

"I didn't know I had this in me either but I was so mad when I saw you. I think I enjoyed it more than I thought I would've." A smile made its way to your lips after you confessed your feelings. His rough hand made soft strokes on your back.

"Well maybe you should do it more often then. We could switch sometimes." You quickly went up to kiss his lips. The words he spoke caused excitement to bubble in your stomach.

"I would love to Mr. Zabel."

#mare of easttown #mare of easttown imagines #colin zabel #colin zabel imagines #colin zabel smut #colin zabel x you #colin zabel x reader #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #give colin zabel the love he deserves

[tiabritana]

Hob Can’t Handle The Club Right Now (isn’t that how the song goes?…)

Hob stumbles feeling a wave of dizziness come over him. He can’t remember where or when his colleagues wandered off to or where he left his keys or his coat. At this point he feels like that might be for the best as he’s absolutely boiling under the black lights of the club. The perspiration slides down his forehead into his eyes. He raises his hand, revealing a sweat-soaked circle under his arm, to his face to wipe it away. He can’t remember how long he’s been here for, but he has the niggling feeling he needs to get out soon.

The immortal sighs and looks around, searching for the bar to hopefully find some water to help his parched throat. Turning his head to the right he stops and blinks the sudden lightheadedness away. He thinks the heat might be effecting more than he thought. His gaze finally lands on a figure no one else seems to be able to see; jumping up and down on top of the bar counter and waving at him.

Hob wades unsteadily through the crowd, slowly making his way over in a daze, careful to keep his eyes locked onto her form in case she disappears. When he finally stops in front of the bar, Delirium jumps down, and stumbles slightly. Hob reaches out to steady her and distantly notes his reflexes aren’t as sharp as they usually are. She beams back at him, but her eyebrows crinkle a little a second later.

He scans her over and notes everything about her, from her wild curls, to the paint smeared all over her body, to the neon fishnets she wears, shining luminously under the black light hypnotizing him for a moment. He startles out of his hazy thoughts when Delirium cocks her head to the side almost bird like, similar to Dream, the wrinkling between her eyes becoming more pronounced the longer she stares at him. The immortal comes to the belated realization that she must’ve been talking to him, and shakes his head trying to clear the fog that has started taking over his mind.

“What?” He shouts over the music. He feels the bass beat in time to his own heart. The moving bodies around him feel suffocating all of a sudden. The way they brush against him is setting off his fight or flight instincts though he’s not sure why. He doesn’t remember having had that much to drink.

His wife’s hand on his arm brings everything to a halt. The haze clouding his mind is instantly cleared and he can make out the worry in the Endless’ mismatched gaze.

“Come on.” She says, leading him through the throng of dance club goers. Hob does his best to keep up with her, eager to escape the sudden claustrophobic feeling that’s been building up inside of him, but seems to have gone away at the first touch of Delirium’s hold on him leaving him feeling out of sorts.

She leads him to a side door and pushes it open with the hand not holding his arm. The immortal sags into the cool night air, leaning against the brick of the building as he regains his equilibrium. The Endless leans against the wall next to him, hand still on his arm, though now she’s drawing soothing shapes; colorful splashes appearing where her fingers trace.

“What the hell just happened Del?” Hob asks as he takes deep breaths. The rubbish bins off to the side sours the air just a bit, but still makes him feel better than he did in the muggy atmosphere of the club. He shivers a little as the night air cools down his clammy skin and feels the adrenaline starting to leave his system.

“Someone wanted you to experience wonderland without any white rabbits to show you the way.” She says as she places his coat around his shoulders.

Used to reality bending to this particular Endless’ whims, Hob shrugs on the coat, hearing his keys jingle inside one of his pockets. As he looks closer he notices the inside of the lining has changed colors and has been given an intricate embroidered design that he can’t quite make out in the dim alleyway light, before the meaning behind his wife’s words finally untangle in his brain enough causing him to freeze.

“What?” He asks again, eyes going wide as he turns to look at her. Her form has shifted into something he’s never seen before. The neons and paint and fishnets are replaced with a solid red color scheme. Close cropped red curls grace her head down to a red glittered army coat to red ripped jeans and red combat boots on her normally bare feet. She looks to be in that moment the living embodiment of the horsemen of war; or what he pictures Destruction might look like if he was punk and hadn’t abdicated his function. A dark curl of arousal unfurls low in his belly that he hurriedly shoves to the side. ‘Now is not the time.’ He mentally scolds himself.

The first thing Hob notices when he collects himself and she turns to look at him is that besides the change in Delirium’s appearance, she also looks older than she normally prefers. Late twenties if he had to guess. The second thing he notices is her eye color is going from green to red to blue and silver to fast for his human brain to process before settling on blue. Matching blue. The madness no longer present under her suddenly unsettling clear gaze.

Hob’s struck with a thought he rarely likes to dwell on. He knows his loves are all powerful personified concepts in unassuming human guises most of the time. And he’s grown rather fond of their inhuman traits when they present themselves, that it doesn’t really faze him anymore. But the one who shape-shifts when something goes wrong is usually Dream, and Hob has gotten used to that eldritch horror as the years passed that he finds it a comfort that his husband trust him enough to allow his otherness to be seen by him. Delirium on the other hand, is always shifting into a kaleidoscope of clothes and colors that the solid look she has on now along with the pair of blue irises in her eyes really hits home that she’s angry. And Hob’s starting to realize that that is far scarier than the nightmare Dream turns into is.

“The co-worker you tell us stories about all the time switched your drink with the nice lady who tries to figure out how many partners you have after the man in the purple shirt slipped something into it.” Her voice when she finally speaks is clear, no longer sounding like it’s on the edge of madness, but is holding back suppressed rage and is solidly bound in the here and now. Hob takes one last deep breath, no longer trying to clear the fog in his mind, but now trying to wrap his head around the fact that one of his colleagues gave him a spiked drink. Nausea claws up the back of his throat as he recalls how he’s been feeling the past while before he chanced upon his wife.

Did Martha think he knew, and knew not to drink it? Did they intentionally let him drink it? Did they purposely leave him at the table by himself? The questions buzz around his mind. The last half hour or so are still blurry. On one hand he’s glad Addie didn’t drink the laced alcohol, but the fact he did causes a sinking feeling in his gut. The immortal swallows thickly forcing the nausea back down.

He’s been around long enough to know the darker sides of humanity. His own past surges to the front of his mind for a second before he shoves the memories away. He knows the other professor doesn’t like him, and as Del mentioned he often regales his spouses with Martha stories. But he doesn’t want to think they could have purposefully orchestrated this to happen.

He straightens from his slouch and reaches out to touch the Endless’s hand. She’s still staring at him with a much to clear gaze, and he knows it must be excruciating for her. The immortal remembers Delirium telling him once that she could pull herself together enough to be coherent and for lack of a better word ‘sane’, but it came at the cost of great pain. The immortal didn’t want her to hurt herself unnecessarily for his sake. “Del, love, I’m okay now.” He gently squeezes her hand.

“But if I weren’t here you wouldn’t have been. And who knows what could have happened. I don't want you to leave like Dreamy almost did.” Her pained voice whispers the last part causing his heart to pang sharply.

Hob steps further into Delirium’s space and reaches for her other hand, grasping both in his own. He leans forward letting his forehead rest on hers realizing now what she has done for him. His wife’s function rules over madness yes, but on the flip side she also rules over sanity. She must have absorbed the drugs that were in his system. He opens his mouth to say something before he’s interrupted by the door slamming open.

A figure emerges from the shadow of the door wearing a leopard print skirt, brogues, turtleneck and blazer dangling over one shoulder. They straighten when they spot Hob and Del and takes in the intimate scene, a sneer quickly darting over their face before it smooths out.

“Isn’t she a bit too young for you Gadling?” They asks, faux concern dripping with the question. The infamous Martha.

‘We’ll speak of the devil and they will appear.’ Hob mentally tells himself. “Martha.” He greets as he straightens back up, though he doesn’t release his wife’s hands. He’s not sure he wants to get into it with his co-worker in the middle of an alleyway behind a club. Regardless if she knowingly or unknowingly tried drugging him.

Martha steps out into the light of the alleyway and lets the door slam close. The noise and music once again muffled behind thick steel. They open their mouth, probably to say another scathing comment before their jaw clicks shut with an audible sound, their eyes widening. Hob looks back down to see what caused that reaction. Delirium has drawn herself up to her full height and locks eyes onto his co-worker. The overwhelming aura surrounding her like a shroud of madness makes the hair on his arms stand up and the arousal he fought down to come crashing back. “Del-,” he tries before he’s cut off.

“Martha Jane Evans, born March 18, 1987, they/them pronouns, suffers from schizophrenia and was institutionalized for most of their childhood. Released in their late teens after showing signs of successful treatment. Highly knowledgeable in linguistics and can speak thirteen languages, but keeps mostly to themselves and lacks any real passion for life and teaching. Only accepting a university professor job to please their parents. Jealous and envious of Hob Gadling once he started working in the History department. The delusions started becoming more volatile so you decided to quit taking your medications, also blaming this on Hob. Your mental health has taken a swan dive, but instead of seeking help you delved deeper into the madness and decided everything wrong in your life right now is also Hob’s fault. You tell you if only he didn’t come, none of this would have happened. If he wasn’t here, you wouldn’t see how you’ve been wasting your life, letting it listlessly float on by while watching Hob living his to the fullest. So you came up with this idea to have a get together at this club, paid the man in purple to slip something into Hob’s drink and panicked with it was placed into the wrong one” Delirium’s words starts rushing together, gaining in speed. The coherency she has kept together for Hob’s sake cracks. Madness spiraling back into her speech as her form vibrates. Butterflies and fish pop into existence around her, swirling in colors to fast for him to name.

She releases herself from Hob’s hold and takes a step towards Martha, her form changing. Changing into how Martha perceives her in this moment after the revelation about them is spilled into the silent night. Her image shifting into two dimensional, abstract, shades of blacks shrouding her in shadows that blend into the darkness around them. The sight hurts his eyes, his rational human brain not able to perceive this level of insanity. His heart twist, and it becomes harder to look at his wife.

The world around them starts being affected. The sides of the building is melting, the ground starts growing fur. He’s not used to seeing her like this. Not in control and slipping further into her realm than he’s ever seen. Becoming a swirling vortex of angry insanity.

Martha turns, one hand clawing desperately to open the door, but his wife is faster. She instantly appears in front of them, hand outstretched and grasping her forearm. “Love.” Hob’s voice is calm as he too reaches out. His reflexes back to normal now that the drugs are gone. His hand catches hers other one again and she turns and levels him with the weight of her mad stare. Her eyes back to their mismatched hue.

“She. Hurt. You.” Comes the garbled speech. More creatures are popping into existence, mixing together forming shapes of creatures he’s never seen before.

“I know love, I know. But you need to calm down. I don’t want you hurting yourself further.” The immortal doesn’t bother sparing a glance at the shivering mess his colleague has become. Just keeps his focus on his distraught wife. He gathers her in his arms forcing the Endless to let go of the other professor. Her form shifting again, becoming more familiar as it’s wrapped in her usual prism of technicolor and mesh.

The storm around them seems to settle and reality rights itself as Delirium snuggles further into his embrace and tucks her head under Hob’s chin. He can feel wetness on his neck and feels himself struggle to get his own emotions under control. Taking a deep breath and silently counting to ten he releases it and finally lets himself look over to the door where the other professor once stood.

They’re on the ground now, rocking back and forth and their eyes stare into the darkness of the alleyway. Flinching as they see things he can’t. It seems like the crux of the storm latched onto them when Delirium lost control, madness seeking out madness.

He sighs and closes his eyes letting his forehead rest on the top of his wife’s unruly head. The Endless has stopped shaking by now. The immortal doesn’t know how long they stand like that, being soothed by each other’s presence, when the peace is shattered for a second time that night.

Addie sticks her head out, bass bumping music shattering the fragile quiet. “Oh, there you are Prof, I was wondering where you’ve gone off to.” She pauses as she takes in the scene she’s walked into. Glancing down she notices the other professor still rocking back and forth on the ground, tears are now streaming down their face and they have started to mumble incoherently. Addie looks back up raising a judgy eyebrow at the immortal who can do nothing but shrug as best he can while his arms are still wrapped around the figure of his wife.

“Another one of those mysterious spouses of yours or are you babysitting their kid sister?” Her dry tone asks. Looking down Hob notices Addie’s perception has altered Delirium’s age. Her appearance now taking on the indefinite age of maybe late teenager-early 20’s. Yelping he jerks away as the Endless blinks up at him.

“Oops!” His wife shrugs, before deciding to climb onto his back and hanging from him like a baby monkey. Hob sighs for the umpteenth time that night.

“Del, Addie- Addie, one of my wives, Delirium.” Said wife waves from her place on his back.

The immortal was hoping he could avoid this conversation, but looks like his luck has run out. He hesitantly looks back into the darkness to see if Despair is lingering close by. “Come on, this conversation is long overdue. But first, be a peach and call 999 for Martha over there. I’ve a feeling they’ll gonna need to be readmitted.”

#hob gadling #the sandman #hobsbandverse #hob 'husband of the endless' gadling #delirium of the endless #mentioned dream of the endless #mentioned death of the endless #mentioned despair of the endless #netflix sandman

[tiredspacedragon]

In the hypothetical alternate universe where Lego is willing to throw all available budget at a Bionicle G3 and you somehow found yourself in charge of the story team, how do you think you'd approach it?

Here's a weird thing about me. If you were to ask most people to boil Bionicle down to its bare essentials, chances are most people would say something along the lines of:

Six biomechanical, elementally-powered heroes wearing Masks of Power

A vibrant, likely tropical, island setting

An overarching sense of mystery, or at least history, that is central to the plot

And fetchquesting

If you were to ask me the same question, I would rhyme off all of those things plus one more: a giant robot.

Judging by G2 and a lot of fan opinions I've seen on how they'd do a G3, most people don't seem to consider the Great Spirit Robot an absolutely necessary part of the Bionicle story, but to me, it's indispensable.

Now sure, you can tell a good Bionicle story without a giant robot; I don't think G2 was bad specifically because it didn't have a giant robot. But the way I see it, the Great Spirit Robot, or at least some equivalent to it, is key to Bionicle's identity. So much so that the franchise is named after it. Bionicle is a shortening of "Biological Chronicle," it's the story of Mata Nui's biology. Now if you wanted to do away with the giant robot plotline, you could say that your version of Bionicle actually means "Biomechanical Chronicle" instead. You could totally do that and there would be nothing wrong with that. But if I was in charge of a hypothetical G3's story, I would want to stick to the franchise's roots. Which means the giant robot would be a central part of the story; that robot is what Bionicle is all about.

Of course, I don't think it would be wise to try to pull off the same twist again. Any returning fans, and any new fans that did their research, would be expecting the giant robot twist from the get-go. So instead, I wouldn't hide the robot, I would make it a focal point of the story from the very beginning.

My idea is this: Just like we're used to, the robot crashed landed long ago on a watery world, but unlike in G1, it wasn't a clean crash. Not all of the robot is underwater, and it was severely damaged in the crash, to the point that is 100% no longer operational. Not asleep, just totally wrecked. The story would pick up some time later, maybe 1000 years, just to be quaint, or maybe not, and biomechanical beings now live on the islands around the crashed robot, which they routinely travel into to scavenge materials to build and maintain their settlements, technology, etc. Very much playing with the idea of whalefall. The characters live their lives off the body of a dead god.

The plot would be centred around the questions of where this robot came from, and why was it made? What purpose did the characters serve inside the robot, presuming they know they came from it in the first place? I could see potential long-term plotlines based around finding information inside the robot, discovering it was conscious and that consciousness may have survived the destruction of its body, maybe even an end goal of restoring the robot. There's lots that could be done with this premise.

Where G1 started out very fantastical and transitioned more into hard sci-fi, I think my version would do the reverse. The robot is right there from the beginning, the sci-fi is plain to see, but as the characters dug deeper and more secrets were uncovered, things would get weirder and weirder until it became clear that there was little difference between this world's science and magic.

But yeah, that's pretty much how I'd handle it. I don't really have any concrete ideas for how each story year would go, like what the specific plot behind each set wave would be, but the general idea would be this story of characters wondering and learning about their origins, with themes of exploration and discovery. Bionicle meets Ghibli-esque hopeful post-apocalypse, kinda.

#bionicle #g3 concept #i get this image of rey's intro in force awakens #except it's takua poking around his island's section of the robot #looking for useful parts or anything else interesting that catches his eye #just that image of exploring the giant wreckage of mata nui is really striking to me #it's kind of like what i imagine was done with the wrecked gsr post-canon #except it happened much earlier on aqua magna instead

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Hedge, the PI

I may or may not have decided that I wanted to write a story where Sonic the Hedgehog is a 50s Noir PI and translated as many of the gang as I could/wanted. Also may or may not have been revisiting my love for hard-boiled black-and-white detective stories recently. 😂

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Midnight. Perfect time for a run.

Water splashed against my new red running shoes, mud turning the white stripe into a dark stain as I ran. I glanced up to see the moon through the trees, remnants of a past storm causing the stars to sparkle in the droplets against the leaves. The wind roared in my ears, hammered my overcoat, my hands and arms dragged behind my body as I sped through the forest towards the nearby town.

I sped by a green sign, almost all the words rubbed off by years of storms. The only thing left on the old decrepit sign was the word ‘valle’, and no one could remember what came before or after the word. So, ever since I’d been here, this little town had only been known as The Valle.

The space between the forest and the town was peppered with industrial buildings, half of them rusted from disuse. We had some inventor-types and investor-types move in over the recent years -- who knows where they came from -- and they all took up residence in the industrial zone or the newly-build casinos. The lights on one side flashed through the billowing smoke from the other as I ran past, mixing to create a veil of neon-lit smoke that filled the street.

Once I reached the uneven cobblestone street on the other side of developments I had to slow down, weaving between the few people still out and about at this hour. Among the thin crowd I spotted a gal with a shock of pink hair and turned down a side-street just as she spun, narrowly avoiding her sharp eyes. It’s not that I didn’t like her. She could just be a little much for me some days. I jogged my way through the still-wet back streets to a squatty 3-story building set back among the line of dirty brick-row houses that rose up on either side; my home.

From here, it looked more like a grubby hole in the forest than an office building, but home was home.

Racing up the steps to the second floor, I came up short to find someone standing directly across from my door. He stayed in the shadows, barely moving at my approach, but I knew his silhouette instantly; it was the exact same as mine.

Lanky limbs surrounded a short torso, the guy’s hands always covered in gloves and a hat to cover his head completed the enigmatic ensemble. He only ever removed said hat in front of me, and that was only because I snatched it from his head when we first met. I was never sure why he felt the need to keep his face a secret. It’s not like he was a secret agent or anything.

True to form, he pulled off his hat to reveal a head of black spiked hair, the tips stained a dark dirty red. Red eyes glared at me from a severely angled face as he stared me down over a pointed nose. “Hedge,” he greeted me, voice low and gritty. “Out for a run again?”

I crossed my arms and met his stare with a cocked smile. “Observant as ever, my weird shadow-friend.”

His frown deepened. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Shadow?”

“Friend.”

“Well, when you’re not attacking me outright you don’t act like an enemy.” I smiled as I crossed to the door, hands digging around in my pockets for a pair of keys. “What can I do for you?”

“There’s a case waiting for you behind that door,” he stated, arms crossed. “Don’t take it.”

I paused, glancing at the door. Frosted glass covered half the wood, with big blocky letters spelling out “S. T. Hedge” across the top, and “Private Eye” across the bottom. Just beyond I could see the impression of someone waiting, a slim feminine figure shifting uncomfortably as she looked around. I looked back, answer in my cheeks, but my shadow-friend was gone. Disappeared into the night.

Hm. Maybe he was a secret agent.

I shrugged. Oh well.

I pushed the door open to find a pretty figure standing in the center of my office, hands clasped together tightly as she spun to face me. Two long blonde braids swung around her shoulders, large eyes brimming with tears as she raced toward me.

“Oh Mr. Hedge!” she cried, “I’ve lost them! I’ve lost them!”

I gave her a smile and patted her hands, something meant to comfort her while also peeling her hands off my shoulders. “Calm down, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, and tell me the story.”

Swallowing a couple mouthfuls of air, she took a step back and started again.

Miss C. Abbit spun me a story of how she’s got a group of children she takes care of on her own dime. She went to check on them this morning and found all of them missing, then ran around town for the rest of the day asking everyone who would glance her direction if they’ve seen the kids. Eventually someone gave her my number and she called, but no one answered. So she came down and had been waiting in the office.

Pulling out a small notepad, I sketched out my normal fee and asked for a description. Giving me a sad smile as she began to play with the orange ribbons in her hair, she described the kids as short with large heads on top of little round bodies. I hadn’t ever seen kids like she mentioned, but it wasn’t my job to judge her descriptive abilities.

She thanked me with a little bow and hurried away, her orange dress still bright in the shadows of the hallway. “‘Don’t take it’,” I muttered my shadow’s last words and dismissed them with a wave of the hand. I had a job to do and I was gonna do it.

Tossing the pad down, it landed unevenly among the mess. I eyed my desk with a sideways frown, rifling through the odds and ends covering the top and moving a handful of gold rings hiding among broken mechanical parts. Hm. Looks like someone thought this was his desk. Again.

Digging out the phone from one side, I pulled the receiver and dialed, tapping a foot as the line rung. Once. Twice. Three times before a young-ish voice hurriedly answered, “Twin Tails Power Shop, what’s your need?”

“A good assistant would be nice. Know anyone?”

A pause. “Sorry Hedge, I got carried away with a new design and--”

“I know, I know, it’ll change the world.” I cut him off with a sigh. “Hey Miles, think you can tear yourself away from your garage long enough to do your actual job?”

My sarcasm flew over his head as he happily quipped, “sure Hedge. What’cha need?”

“Another pair of legs; we’ve got some kids to hunt down.”

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We met outside a small dark coffee shop halfway between the office and his garage. The kid came running up, hunched under a coat to stave off the drizzling rain. He was shorter than me by a head, his somewhat round face smudged with oil and grease while smoke left a black stain on his otherwise bright-orange hair.

“Sorry Hedge,” he apologized again. “The new engine I came up with still needs a bit of work.”

I dismissed it with a shrug -- he was always coming up with new ways to spruce up almost anything mechanical -- and began telling him the details of the case. Miles listened intently while wiping his hands and face clean with a seemingly endless supply of wipes. We tossed around ideas of how to find the kids, finally settling on the one where I’d investigate where the kids last were while Miles investigated the people around the place. We set off together, and I made sure to keep it at a slow jog so he could keep up.

We trotted our way to an old apartment building leaning over a fragile shack on the edge of town, a tattered sign at the top sloppily identifying it as ‘Station Square Suites’. An old fountain sputtered at the edge of the property surrounded by weeds and thick bushes. Miles stared up and groaned, knowing he’d be dealing with drunks and people angry about being woken up. He reluctantly jogged his way to the first-story apartments while I approached the shack.

The door squealed on its hinges as I poked it open, the dim light from the surrounding streetlamps bathing the interior in a yellow glow. A mix of mattresses and sleeping bags were scattered across the floor, interspersed with threadbare rugs and discarded jackets. A dirty handprint there, a crumpled bit of bandage in that corner, small baskets piled to one side and each with an orange bow decorating the top and sides. So, miss Abbit wasn’t lying about taking care of them, then.

Sweeping the area for clues revealed a hole in the door and a broken lock lying on the floor haloed by splinters. Spatters of a black liquid marked the floor and rug, a trail leading to the window where a foot-sized mark was left at the edge of a broken window, where bits of glass and rotted wood had fallen away from the opening.

As I bent to examine the glass, something winked at me under the rug. Tossing it back revealed a small green stone, a tiny diamond only as big as my finger. I held up to what light I had, the green surface reflecting oddly in the light. I pocketed it for later and turned back to the black liquid; A quick run of the fingers to the nose told me it stunk up a storm, though it wasn’t blood by any means.

In fact...It almost smelled like…

A shadow from the doorway blocked my light. Before I could turn I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking, suspicion creeping along my neck that the barrel was pointed at my head.

“Hands where I can see them.” I complied. “Stand up.” My knees popped as I stood. “Turn around.” I did slowly, coming face to face with a pair of angry blue eyes set into a wide face, the tips of his red hair peeking from under a white wrap wound tightly over his forehead. Similar wraps clung to his hands, the prized boxer’s hands still stained with blood from all the bare-fisted fights he had won. He blinked in surprise. “Hedge?”

I smiled. “Hiya ‘Knuckles’. Done boxing for the night?”

He frowned with a snort. “The Island closes at midnight, you know that. What are you doing here?”

“Not wasting time betting on your fights,” I answered, hands dropping into my pockets. “You?”

“Something was stolen from me. I got wind it might be here.”

A rattle in the corner drew both of our attention, Knuckles’ gun snapping to the sound. We waited for half a breath, the fighter approaching the corner first. A bundle of blankets shuffled at his approach, a powerful sneeze rocking the pile from under at least three layers down. With a quick pull, Knuckles jerked the blankets back and shouted, “Where are my gems!?”

His suspect wasn’t going to be much use; his rash action unveiled a child, matching the description Miss Abbit gave me, cowering with arms over his head. “Don’t hurt me!” he squealed, “Don’t take me away!”

I clamped a hand over Knuckle’s wrist, yanked his aim away from the kid. “Easy. I don’t think this is what you think it is.”

“How can you be sure?!” he snapped, stealing a glance at the kid.

“First, he’s just a kid. A kid I’ve been hired to find. And second, there’s this.” I held up a hand, showing Knuckles the small green stone. “Found this over by the window, close to an oil spot...and I doubt the kid is leaking oil.”

Knuckles swiped at my find, but he was too slow. The gem was back in my pocket and I was two steps out of his reach.

“Don’t fight me on this, Hedge,” he warned. “That gem belongs to a private collection of mine; someone stole a handful of those from me, and I’m gonna get them back one way or another.”

I shrugged. “And you will...after I figure out what it means for my job.”

We stared each other down before Knuckles holstered the gun and turned away with a grunt. “So I’m here for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I answered, looking back at the kid. “Help me figure this out and you can get it sooner.”

“Give me the shard as a downpayment and you got a deal.”

I snorted and shot him a glare, but took the tiny stone out and flicked it towards him. He snatched it out of the air with a grunt, peering closely at it while I bent down to get eye-level with the kid. “Don’t worry,” I said, trying to reassure him. “Miss Abbit sent me to find you.”

Her name brought an immediate turnaround. He clung to me and cried, trying desperately to talk and failing to get the words past the lump in his throat. Knuckles tried a few more times to get a story out of him, but it didn’t work any better than the first time.

A knock on the door revealed Miles standing there with a notepad and a confused look on his face. He summed up his adventures in the apartment building with short sentences, to which I suggested he elaborate on later. After we take the kid back to Miss Abbit.

I had the distinct feeling that putting all our pieces together would produce a better picture to all our puzzles.

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I crossed my arms as I leaned back against the wall in thought. We took the kid back to Miss Abbit’s for safe keeping; one down and too many to go. After giving a groggy and disoriented account about a small metal man that kidnapped the rest of his friends, the child had been given food, water, and a secure place to sleep. Meanwhile Knuckles and Miles were talking around each other like water down a stifled drain, reciting facts and situations they had gone over a hundred times.

The breakdown was this; Knuckles, while primarily a boxer, also specialized in collecting rare and unique rocks. Seems he could never have enough of them and kept them locked up in the arena he owned known as ‘The Island’. A few nights ago someone managed to swipe his collection, leaving only a handful behind. His own hunt led him to think the thieves might be holding up in the shack that turned out to be where the kids were holding up.

Miles’ irritated apartment-dwellers had spun him a collective story about a fire-breathing car taking the kids away in a sack. I wasn’t buying the car story, but I had seen and heard enough things on the street that I couldn’t rule out some sort of mechanized monster maliciously snatching the minors last midnight. And if I was right, there was only one place that could manufacture said monsters and be willing to kidnap kids.

I was still fuzzy on the ‘why’ though.

Shrugging it off, I cut off the useless conversation and told them my theory. The three of them fell silent, the silence continuing past the point of my musings. I finished and Knuckles drew the same conclusion I had, slapping fist against an open hand.

“Nick Ivo,” he growled. “It’s got to be.”

“But...his company makes engines and machines,” Miles said. “Why would he…?”

I shook my head, glancing out the window. “I don’t know. But I think asking him might do the trick.”

“I’m coming,” Knuckles said, standing up and slamming his fists together. “He’s not gonna get away with this.”

I shrugged. Three against one evens the odds.

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The threat of the sun cracked along the horizon, a pale pink staining the dark of the sky as we approached a gritty tower of a building. Smoke bellowed from three chimneys at the top, the black belched cloud joined by an oversized exhaust pipe on the side. The name “Julian and Sons” was spelled out in neon lights, flickering over the doorway like a boast.

Knuckles jabbed at the door, the wood flinging open and slamming against the wall. I glanced at the inside of the doors as we made our way inside; the doors had been left unlocked. I drew my gun and motioned for Miles to keep behind me.

The inside lobby was a mess. Our feet kicked scattered nuts and bolts across a cold metal floor, pipes along the walls spewing smoke and steam in our faces. This place looked like it had been abandoned for years before being disturbed, mechanical tracks cutting through the dust and debris on the floor accompanied by a set of huge bootprints.

“So, you’ve made your way here, Hedge!” A gritty voice boomed over hidden loudspeakers, accompanied by a hearty laugh. “I wondered when you’d make your way into my trap!!”

“What have you done with the kids, Nick!?” I called up, looking around. Knuckles’ fists went up as we clustered together, moving as a group. “Hand them over and I’ll leave without tearing the place apart.”

He laughed. “You won’t get the chance!!”

The sound of gears grating echoed around the lobby, a pair of nearby iron doors opening with a slow groan. The opening filled with hot steam, surrounding the silhouette of a giant of a machine. With a rumble the giant rolled its way into the room, domed head nearly scraping the ceiling and treads large enough to squash us if we weren’t fast enough.

“Nice robot, Nick,” I called out, keeping my gun low and ready. The thing lurched forward, raising a drill-hand twice my size and aiming it at me. I motioned over my shoulder for Miles to move around as I ducked away, the drill smashing into where I had just been. I raised my head in enough time to spot Miles sliding into the shadows and mouthed the words ‘shut-off switch’. He nodded and disappeared. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it.”

“Of course you haven’t!” he boasted, the machine whirring in time with his voice, flexing four arms with various sharp attachments for hands. “This is a creature of my own invention; the machines are the way of the future, don’t you see!?”

Another blow slammed into the ground nearby, a buzz saw activating and racing towards me. I jumped back in time to see my reflection among the blades. “I see you’ve got a hobby,” I answered, nodding for Knuckles to head left. “But why steal Knuckles’ rocks and a handful of kids?”

“I needed a workforce!” he bellowed, “And a power source.”

I hesitated, looking up at the looming giant. “The kids built this thing overnight!?”

“Of course not, you fool! But I have several more of this same model, and I need all the hands I can get to help me build. Those kids weren’t doing anything useful, so I decided to give them a job. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got other things to attend to. Have fun!”

Two more hidden drill-hands began to whirr, the arms jerking to life and swinging around. The mechanic voice stated, “Target Locked. Initiating drill sequence.”

“Let’s go!!” I screamed, dodging a strong strike. The drill broke through the floor this time, concrete bits flying into the air as I jumped onto the arm, running up the links and landing a kick square against the metal dome. It let out a shudder and flung its arm, forcing me to jump down to the floor and steady myself.

“Oh Hedge, you don’t know how much this little town needs my inventions,” his voice continued to taunt as I dodged strikes left and right. Knuckles came around the other side, the robot swinging a bladed pincher hand at him, the glow deflected with a solid punch to the wrist-like connection. “My machines will become the next greatest thing, able to handle any kind of construction single-handed! I’ll be able to find oil in half the time, build or break down any building I want with less manpower. I’ll be rich!!”

An arm wound back and struck hard, one of its blades biting deep into the floor. It whined to pull back, but it was stuck. The robot jerked, and I took the opportunity to dash up the arm again, darting right to the top this time. A small glass opening allowed me to see inside the head, where one of Knuckles’ gems rested inside a tangle of wires glowing green and red. Shoving my gun against the glass, I pulled the trigger twice.

The robot jerked and shuddered, winding down with a goran. The gears screamed, oil spraying from the joints. I thought it was over and reached down for the gem when it was yanked down into the domed head, the thing popping up and flinging me into the air. The torso turned, smoke starting to spray from its arms as it wound up for another strike. Before it got it’s chance, Knuckles appeared, winding up with a scream and landed a crippling blow against its torso. The metal bent with a deafening crunch, a panel completely twisting away from its welded section.

Nick howled over the intercom, shouting demands at his monstrosity as Knuckles began to climb the sides. I shouted about the gem at the top, distracting the thing with a few more pops of my gun. It swung wildly, steam coming from the top of its head as it began to overload. Reaching the top with a grunt, Knuckles reared back and pummeled the metal until he made a big enough hole for his hands. The giant nearly shook him off, but with a quick jerk of his shoulder the machine died with a shudder and squeal. He pulled his hand out, revealing the gem he managed to free.

“No!!!” Ivo screamed. “How could you-- Wait, what are--!”

I heard Miles’ voice over the intercom yell “Freeze! We’ve got you, Nick! Come quietly, or...wait, what’s that!?”

There was a short pop and boom, static spreading over the speakers. My heart stopped for a moment, restarting once Miles’ voice came over the speaker. “Sorry Hedge,” he said, voice stilted with coughs and hacks. “He set off some kind of smoke bomb. He...He got away.”

“That’s alright,” I called up, looking at the defeated machine. Oil was starting to pool on the floor. “You got the kids?”

“Yeah, I found them and opened the back door. I told them to get to Miss Abbit’s and stay there until we get them. I also found most of Knuckles’ gems, though I think some of them are already a part of Nick’s robots. You should see the factory back here, Hedge. It’s wild.”

“That’s fine,” Knuckles called up, already making his way past the iron doors. “I’ll find them. You guys make sure the kids are safe and sound with Miss Abbit. Don’t worry about the aftermath, Hedge. I’ll take care of it. Nick won’t get away with this.”

I nodded and headed out the doors, calling out my plan to Miles. We made an agreement that I’d start to Miss Abbit’s and he’d take a minute to study the machines. He’d meet me there after he was done. I waved a hand and left, not surprised in the least. After all, Miles was a bit of a tech junkie. If I had it I would’ve bet a couple gold rings on one of Nick’s engines winding up in the Twin Tails shop.

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A quick trip to Miss Abbit’s found the kids safe and sound. She wrapped her arms around me as she cried, thanking me and Miles for rescuing them from Nick. We left after she paid us, heading back to the office while she went to cook soup for all of them.

The office was cold and quiet, the dull light of morning finally settling over the town. Miles had gone back to the garage to work on his new engine, police sirens wailing in the distance. I tossed my payment along with my hat onto the desk, the clanking of the glittering gold rings music to my ears, and ran a hand along my hair as I sat by the window. My fading reflection stared back at me, a shock of spiky blue hair sitting atop my head. Then the sun broke over the horizon, coating the street below in light and giving life to the dark buildings in our knothole of a town.

I pondered Nick’s robots. I wondered why my shadow-friend warned me away from the case. I thought about what Knuckles was likely to do once he got his fists on Nick. I considered the idea that Nick was still out there, and would likely want revenge on me for destroying his toys.

I shrugged it off, those worries being tomorrow's worries, and realized I was hungry. Stopping a moment to clean off my red running shoes, I decided to go out and nab a bit of my favorite grub; a chili dog. 

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Epilogue

“Curse that Hedge...Curse him!” Ivo slammed two fists down on his desk and began to pace, his boots squealing in protest. “I can’t believe he defeated my latest robot. Defeated...no, he wrecked it!” He paced through his little hidden office, a space he built specifically for evasion in case anything went wrong. It was stocked to the brim with provisions, a wide path in the middle carved out with consideration for his generous girth. Hands clasped behind his back, he fumed and growled to himself as he paced past a scattering of blueprints, old plans, and a smaller model of the drill-bot that wound up being useless.

“I’ll show him,” Ivo muttered, glancing at his blueprints. His tinted goggles changed the color to a darker tone, but they held a secret; they allowed him to see the hidden ink scrawled over the blueprints.

Shuffling through them, he uncovered a floorplan of an anchient underground chamber, built right under this stupid little knothole town. He had traveled all over the world, looking for information on this chamber, and found many interesting theories but no facts. Some sounded far too mystical to be true, but some...Ah, some led him to believe an ancient power source was down there, just waiting to be used. He played with the tip of his wide bushy mustache as he considered his next move. “I’ll show that skinny runt,” he grunted. “This is not the end of Nick Ivo, inventor extraordinaire and genius beyond his time!!”

Taking his blueprint, he trotted back over to his desk and pinned it up on the wall next to a diagram of some finances. “Once I have this power source under my control,” he said, noting his habit of talking to himself and how it helped him think, “nothing will stop me from taking control of the industry, not even that runt, Hedge! And after the industry is mine, I’ll use the money and the robots to destroy this city and rebuild it in my own image; Ivotown! Yes! That’s what I’ll--”

“Talking to yourself again?”

Ivo hesitated, spinning around. He adjusted his goggles to see better, watching as a figure much like Hedge melted from the shadows. He sucked in a breath before realizing who it was.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, recovering with a smirk. “The mysterious ‘Shadow’. What do you want?”

The slender man held out his hand. “My cut.”

Ivo grunted. “Your cut. Your cut for what? You were supposed to divert him, not lead him to me.” He waved a dismissive hand, turning away. “You get nothing.”

He startled when the Shadow appeared directly in front of him, hand still out. “I did what you asked. I wasn’t told to tie him down. I wasn’t told to hurt him. Our deal was that I’d tell him not to take the case, and I’ve done so.”

Ivo sniffed through his giant nose, mustache twitched as he turned his back on Shadow. “Our ‘deal’ was for you to throw him off the case, at which you clearly failed. You get nothing. Besides, all the emeralds are back at my factory, and likely have all been taken by the police or by that idiot boxer, Knuckles. Maybe you can get your cut from them, since I no longer have access--”

Ivo felt a shove from behind, and found himself pinned momentarily to his desk with the cold steel of a gun at the base of his neck. “Wait wait wait!” he cried, “I- I- I may have one or two left. Look in my desk!” He flailed at one of the drawers. “That one! Look in there!”

Shadow opened the drawer, springing a small flash bomb. He stumbled away, falling to the ground as his senses whirled. Ivo stood over him with a laugh, gloating. “You fool!” he crowed, “did you think you could get me like that in my own office? I’ve got traps in every nook and cranny. Now get out! Get out while I still let you out!!”

Stumbling to his feet, the mysterious Shadow fixed him with a glare. “Fine. But this isn’t the last you’ve heard from me. I will come back. And I will get what is owed me.” With that, the mysterious copy of his rival stumbled from the room and Ivo turned back to his plans.

“That little snoop and his gang are going to pay for complicating my plans,” Ivo growled, snatching a blueprint for a dragon-shaped metal monstrosity from the wall. “And I know the right machine for the job...All I’ve got to do now is build him.”

Down the dark hallways and dim rooms, Ivo’s dramatic gut-filled laugh could be heard all over his abandoned, secret office building.

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[suspicious-whumping-egg]

Low Profile Part 8: Remember

Masterlist here. Thanks to @hurtthemgently for the prompt/request!

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Viper was in a better mood the next time he took Hale back to the interrogation room. 

“As long as you don’t try anything, we’re just going to talk for now,” he reassured him. “Anything else come to you in a vision or some shit?” 

Hale shook his head timidly, shrinking into the back of the chair he was shackled to. Good mood or not, Viper had still restrained him. “Nothing that makes sense,” he said quietly. “Zero, six, five— I don’t know why— and the watch, swinging back and forth, and so many needles, and— and I wrote something— I don’t know what. It was important. I remember telling myself not to forget. Ironic, isn’t it?” His tone turned bitter, his eyes narrowing. The hatred he felt for Viper was familiar, but a new type of anger boiled within towards whoever had done this to his mind. 

Viper nodded. “What color was the watch? What did it look like?” 

Hale squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he was digging through the useless, remaining shards of a vase someone had hurriedly swept up. Even if he made sense of the pieces, it would do him no good without the whole. 

“Black, with gold detailing,” he replied. “My father’s initials were on the other side. JTE.”

“And what did they inject you with?” 

“I don’t know.” The answer came with an instinctual flinch, he was far too used to being punished for lack of knowledge. But Viper just nodded. 

“Guess we’ll just have to go by trial and error,” he mused. “I had the idea of trying to use the memories you have to somehow trigger the rest, draw them out using those details as a key, so to speak. And until I can send someone over to burgle the Ellison manor, we’ll have to stick with the second option.” 

Fear was an icy knife through his heart, a cold, suffocating construction that stole the breath from his lungs.  “No!” He protested. “Anything else— anything! Please… I can’t— I can’t—”

“Hale. We’re not doing this again. There’s no use arguing with me, you know it. Have some reason.” Viper’s gaze was stone-cold, without a hint of mercy to be found. 

“Sorry…” he whispered, blinking back the tears filling his eyes before falling into a shaky silence. His chest hitched with a sob as Viper turned away, disappearing into a corridor. He wished he could scream into the silence, until his voice was raw— maybe it’d help him feel like he wasn’t as uselessly complacent. But Viper would just gag him and carry on, having stripped Hale of his last defense. 

So instead, he choked down another cry, clenched his fists around the arms of the chair, and tried to steel himself against what was coming. 

Yet that didn’t quell the sharp staccato of panic that jolted through his heart when Viper came back holding a syringe between his fingers. 

“Let’s see if this reminds you of anything,” he said icily, and lined the needle up with a vein on Hale’s forearm. “Hold still, you don’t want me to have to try again.” 

Hale’s gaze was fixed on the needle, his chest tightening more and more by the second. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was too frozen in fear to even try to struggle. And before he had a chance to protest, Viper stabbed the syringe into his arm and pushed the plunger. 

He squeezed his eyes shut at the fresh wave of stinging pain  that spread through his body with every beat of his heart, shooting up his arm and to his chest, until he was filled to the brim with a buzzing agony. He kept his jaw clenched, determined not to make a sound. He felt a sudden touch on his cheek, burning against his skin and deepening the stinging ache into something sharp and potent. 

“Aah! Don’t— hurts…” he choked out, his eyes shooting open to stare into Viper’s. The sound of his own voice was rough and grating to his ears, enough to send a dull throb through his head. 

“Shh, love, I know,” Viper said softly. His voice was surprisingly gentle, enough so as not to worsen his headache. “Are you reminded of anything? It’s used for psychological conditioning sometimes, sometimes even to draw an association between the pain and the recall of certain memories. Or maybe…” 

He flipped his knife open and Hale flinched, whimpering instinctively before he could catch himself. If the smallest of touches felt like fire, how horrible might a cut be? He didn’t want to find out. 

Viper dragged the blade over his arm, nowhere close to cutting skin. The scrape of the metal turned into a piercing pain, and when he pressed down and dragged a bleeding line across his forearm, Hale let out a strangled cry. It was as if the knife was coated in acid, as if it had plunged through his arm and stabbed through flesh and bone.

He wished he could remember. He wished he could tell Viper everything. Yet his mind stayed blank but for the ceaseless agony, even as Viper traced lighters over his skin, or jabbed a cattle prod between his ribs, or threw a hard punch to his jaw. 

He remembered nothing but pain. 

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[yoongisleftshoulder]

Shopping Cart

Pairings: Platonic!Jungkook & Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2237

Genre: Fluff/Crack/Total shenanigans.

Warnings: None? Just a bunch of dinalings trying to cook and go shopping.

A/N: This is from an old blog of mine so if you have seen it before, I promise I didn't steal it lol.

“Hey, why don’t you try and not burn down my apartment!”  You call out to Jungkook from the living room, seeing a little too much steam for your liking.

“Oh, relax.  A bit of steam isn’t going to do anything.  Besides, this ox bone soup broth has been boiling for hours already.”  Jungkook replies while stirring the broth.  “It’s almost done.”

“Wait, it’s almost done?”  Jimin overhears the conversation as he walks out of the nearby bathroom.

“Yeah, why?”  Jungkook answers.

“It’s just…..you didn’t put any onions or garlic in it yet.”  

“Oh…..yeah, you’re right.”  Jungkook stops stirring the pot of broth and stares at it for a moment.  “I may have forgotten to bring some.”

“What?!?”  You and Jimin exclaim simultaneously.

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t realize until you said something just now!”  

“Jungkook, that broth will be as bland as water without them.”  You say hesitantly.

“I know…..”  Jungkook looks down at the dark grey tile flooring.  “The pot has been boiling for hours though.  If this doesn’t work, then we will have no dinner.”

Jimin dramatically clutches his stomach and doubles over.  “Must…..have….food….going…..to…..starve….”  

“Look at that, Jungkook.  You’re going to kill him.”  You point over to the sudden acting expert as he now is on his knees.

“Oh, shut up, you guys.”  Jungkook rolls his eyes.

He begins opening and rummaging through every cupboard of food that he can find, each one a mystery as it’s not his home.  Two are nothing but salty and sweet snacks piled so tightly that one wrong move certainly would topple everything over and make a waterfall of snacks tumbling out onto the floor.  One is half filled with various seasonings, the other half contains paper plates and plastic silverware for the days the dishes seem too overwhelming.  The last few he searched had nothing but different cereals, mugs, ceramic plates, and a strange amount of mints.  His next move is to check your fridge.  Assorted fruits and vegetables filled the bottom two drawers, his favorite banana milk and some juice found home on the side shelving, and to his dismay, the main shelving had some stuff that would not help and some stuff that would take far too long after already waiting for hours.

“That’s it.”  Jungkook closes the refrigerator door.  “We’re going on a food run.”

“A food run?”  Jimin says, now standing.

“Yes.  You know, a trip to the grocery store?”  He raises his eyebrow in amusement.  

“And by we, you mean….”  You trail off your sentence.

“I mean all of us.  The three of us.  You, Jimin, and me.  The three musketeers are going on a humble adventure with the goal to fill our grumbling stomachs.”  Jungkook’s arms are stretched out, acting out something unknown to you or Jimin.

You and Jimin glance at each other, both confused by his antics.  

“Great.  Just what we wanted to do tonight.”  Jimin groans.

“Yes, trust me, it’s the last thing I wanted to do.  I thought I would be eating my body weight in ox bone soup by now.  But alas!  Our treasure awaits!”  Jungkook jumps and kicks his legs together in the air before heading over to the hanging key rack adjacent to the front door.  “Jimin,”  He tosses the keys to his car to him.  Luckily, he catches them.  “you’re driving.”

“Ah, man, do I have to?”  Jimin whines.

“You were complaining the most and put on the performance of your life so yeah, you get to guide our chariot.”  Jungkook laughs at Jimin’s pinched expression.

“Alright, coats and hats everyone!”  You appear again seemingly out of nowhere, already dressed in a brown fur-lined peacoat and a matching brown hat, sporting a white pom pom at the top.

“What if I want to freeze?”  Jungkook jokes.

You say nothing but send him an ominous glare.  Your intention was clear and effective.  Jungkook says nothing more and puts on his own winter gear for the trip.  

“Does everyone have their wallets?”  Jungkook asks.

“Wallets?  You mean, you’re not paying for everything we pick up?”  Jimin instigates.

“Shut up.  Let’s go.”  Jungkook playfully shoves Jimin as he opens the door.  

After a ten minute drive of Jimin doing his best not to crash the car while Jungkook repeatedly flicks his ear, the trio arrive at one of the more healthy and organic choices of grocery stores, appropriately named “Greens Market”.  Due to the fact that it is currently late in the evening, Jimin has an easy time snagging a parking spot close to the front entrance.  

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”  You say while unbuckling your fastened seat belt.

“Right-o.”  Jimin adds.

“Alright so first let’s—”  Jungkook stops walking forward, having already reached several feet ahead from his friends.  “Did you seriously just slip on the ice?  You took one step!  Gravity is not your friend.”

Jungkook stays where he is and laughs to himself as he watches Jimin lift you off of the frozen asphalt that met with your bottom.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”  You snap back.

“Sorry.”  He says, fighting back laughter.  “You alright?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.”

“She told you, Jungkook.”  Jimin chuckles, lifting you the rest of the way up.

Jungkook, Jimin, and you go inside Greens Market, ready to find ingredients for the next meal attempt.

“Okay, so as I was saying before clutz-o over there decided to get comfy on the ground,”  Jungkook points his way towards you, being met with you sticking out your tongue at him.  “We need garlic, green onions, soy sauce, and brown sugar.  I want to try a beef dish because beef is the only remotely helpful thing I found in the fridge.”

“Alright…and…..done!”  Jimin exclaims, having put a digital list within the notes of his cellphone.

“Okay.  The brown sugar is closest to where we’re standing, so let’s grab that first.”  

“Aye aye, Captain!”  You salute Jungkook, earning an eye roll.

Not wanting to risk any more childish behavior by his friends, Jungkook swiftly turns away from the pair to retrieve a shopping cart large enough to hold everything they need.  He easily spots an efficient looking bright red cart among a neat line of smaller ones.  This one sports a large basket and a metal tray underneath, prepared for any unplanned items.  However, distracted by the fact that he found the perfect cart and mapping out the aisle with the brown sugar in his head, he fails to notice that there is an unsuspecting man standing to his right.  The poor man is casually looking over the variety of gum options when Jungkook rams the back of his ankles with his cart.

“Watch where you’re going, punk!”  The man bellowed, clearly now in an unpleasant mood.  

“I’m so sorry, sir!  I will pay more attention!”  Jungkook bowed lightly, embarrassed by his actions.  “So sorry!”  He repeats.

Seeming unsatisfied by Jungkook’s apology, the unknown man scoffs before walking away into the opposite direction.

“Jeez.  You said you were sorry and didn’t mean it!  He must have already been having a crappy day before your hurricane-self came along.”  You announced.  

“Yeah, I guess.”  Jungkook says quietly, still feeling guilty.  “Anyways, the brown sugar.”

The group finds the bags of brown sugar easily after this, opting for the smallest size, unsure if they’ll use it any time soon for a different meal.  The next stop for the squad is the produce aisle, home to the green onions and garlic cloves.  Besides them and one woman, the aisle is empty of customers.  Jungkook silently thanks the universe for this, feeling stressed about the chance of upsetting someone else in such a way.  This woman is carrying a black cloth shoppers bag adorned with gold vines on the bottom two corners, slightly overflowing with what appears to be cabbage heads and long carrots.

“Hey!”  Jimin yells to you, although you are standing only a foot away from him.  “Look at her bag!  I have the same one!”  He excitedly slaps your arm to catch your attention, as if his obnoxious voice wasn’t enough.

“Jimin!  Calm down, I’m right next to you.  You don’t have to scream for the entire store to hear!”

Your eyes draw over to the woman as you silently mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ to her.  She gives you a small and shy-like smile before clutching her bag closer to her body and exiting the aisle.  

“God, Jimin, you’re so embarrassing!  Can’t take you anywhere.”

“What??  It’s not my fault!  It’s true, I have the same bag that she did!!”  Jimin defends himself, staring at you with wide, unaware eyes.

“Jimin, you really are like trying to take an untrained golden retriever outside.”  Jungkook teases, carefully choosing a few cloves of garlic to join the green onions he had already picked out during Jimin’s outburst.  “Alright, all that’s left is the soy sauce.  Think you can handle that?”

Jimin’s eyes roll at Jungkook’s shit eating grin as he follows closely behind him, being directed to the corresponding aisle.  On the way to the soy sauce, you spot a shelf with different flavors of instant noodles, hearing them call out your name, begging to be taken home.  You begin to think about the odds of Jungkook successfully completing this second attempt and decide to reach for a box of spicy shrimp flavored noodles.

“Ah!  No!”  Jungkook scolds, swatting your hand away from the box.  

“What?”  You question, hand retracting back.  

“Absolutely not.  I won’t mess up this one, I swear.”

You stare at him silently with your head tilted and brows furrowed.

“Come on, have some faith in me, guys!”  Jungkook adds.

Jimin glances your way, a smile creeping up on his face.  Jungkook notices and rolls his eyes for the hundredth time since the three of you stepped foot into the building.  Ignoring the not so subtle sound of you two giggling like school girls, he pushes the cart forward until he ends up in front of the soy sauce.  

“Annndddddd done!”  Jimin says as he places the bottle on top of their growing pile of groceries within the cart.  “Let’s go home so Jungkook can redeem himself and maybe we won’t starve tonight.”

“Very funny, Jimin.  Let’s go.”  Jungkook scowls.

Occupied by the intrusive thoughts of actually leaving Jimin out of his and your dinner plans, Jungkook once again turns the cart a smidge too quickly without looking in front of him, causing him to crash into another person yet again.  He starts to stammer out a second apology but stops when a feeling of horror washes over him.  Standing in front of him with a mean look on his face is none other than the same man whose ankles had previously taken a beating from the cart.  

“Are you serious?!?  How stupid can you be, kid?!?  Open your eyes, idiot!”  The man thundered.

“Hey, he said he was sorry!  It was an accident, we really are sorry for being so foolish!  We’ll leave you alone, we’re done with our shopping now anyways.”  Jimin chimes in to defend his friend from the man’s harsh words.

“Good!  Idiots like you shouldn’t be allowed in here!!”

“Excuse me!  Sir, my friends may be idiots sometimes, but they are my idiots!  I won’t just stand here quiet while you berate them even after they both apologized multiple times!  I hope you learn to not be so cruel to strangers!  Come on guys, we’re leaving!”  You grab Jimin’s hand and tell Jungkook to follow you to the checkout counter.  Glancing behind you, you see the man cross his arms and huff before turning back to what he was looking at.

“Jungkook, are you okay?”  You question as he’s setting the groceries on the moving belt at the register.

“Yeah, I guess.  I’m just surprised that he acted like that.  But we’re done now, so let’s just go home and stuff our faces.”  He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.  

“Right, I agree.  Let’s go!”  Jimin agrees while he hands the cashier his share of payment, then grabbing all of the bags, except for one, which he passes to Jungkook.

The short drive back to your apartment was a quiet one, everyone unsure of what conversations to have after the whole ordeal.  Any sounds heard were mostly from the car itself or the earthquake-like gurgling of Jimin’s empty stomach.

As soon as the trio enters the apartment, they all begin quickly shedding their heavy layers of clothing, the temperature difference from outside to the indoors being uncomfortably hot.  

“Alright, should we try this again now?”  You say, emptying the contents of the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter.  

“We?  I’m the one doing all the work!”  Jungkook jokes, earning a swat to the back of his head from you.  The sound of Jimin’s laughter from the living room couch as he scrolls on his phone leaks into the kitchen.

Hearing Jimin’s amusement from your swat, you decide to join him and sit next to him, putting your feet up onto the coffee table in front of you.  

“Let me know if you need any help, Kookie!”  You call out.

“I don’t want your help, the point of this attempt is for it to come out right.”  

Your eyes roll to contrast the large grin on your face.  “You know,”  You turn to Jimin.  “you guys really are my idiots.”

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