#// but adonis........was the hardest to answer this for

[voxvulgi]

@ jacqueline, adonis and damian:

*hands a polaroid camera to each* "Take 5 pictures that you want to remember forever."

ooohhh that is so interesting! i have no idea who you could be, anon, but i definitely owe you for this thought-provoking-af ask. IT’S GONNA HURT 👀 (update: i think it's you @iincantatorum bc who else has thoughts that are THIS DEEP?)

Jacqueline will take pictures of the following:

Alan chilling. Not trying to comfort anyone or doing homework or chores. Just sitting, maybe with a bowl of popcorn and watching a movie. She wants to remember that she lives in a world where the one person who cares for her most can be safe and happy.

Herself in the mirror after having done her making and looking hot as hell. Deep down, she believes there are VERY FEW positive things about her (like her looks), and she wants to remember those things forever bc every day is a war against her self-worth

Her friend group. Instead of just Alan by himself, she’ll take a picture of the entire friend group (with Alan, Jolie, and Edward). She’ll want to be in that picture. She wants to remember forever that she was loved -- or at least, tolerated.

Herself in a saree. She loves how majestic sarees are, how their colours complement her complexion, and how much they piss off her father.

Edward's uncle's restaurant. That's where she had some of the best times of her life with her friends.

Adonis will take pictures of the following:

a) His nieces. Alexander’s daughters, Emma and Lily. He loves them to death, and they love him back. He wants to keep their memory in case he can never have a family of his own. OR b) He’ll take a picture of his daughter, Pearl. That’s a no-brainer. She’s EVERYTHING to him, and it’s not like he could ever forget her, but he wants to immortalize her in any way he could.

The grand piano at his parents’ home in Birmingham. That instrument was what gave him the most joy growing up.

A standing ovation at a theatre. That's a reminder that humans do ultimately celebrate feelings, art, and to an extent...tragedy.

A bouquet of flowers. Sometimes, love dies. Flowers certainly die. But hopefully, this picture won't. And maybe if nobody ever buys Adonis flowers, he'll have this photo to keep him company.

A hickey on his own body -- probably the result of a one night stand. It reminds Adonis that his body is touchable, that he is desirable, and that even if his heart gets too much, his flesh is just enough.

Damian will take pictures of the following:

The bit of land or new building in Ukraine where his childhood home used to be. If he could only go back in time, he would take a picture of his actual home. But alas...

His family’s gravestones -- if they have any. If he could even find where they were buried. But of course, he wouldn’t just take gloomy pictures of gravestones. He would buy flowers for his mother, his father, and his sister to place on their graves. He would try to make it as comforting as possible even though he can only ever feel pain when he reflects on how his immortality caused him to outlive them.

His first lover’s lavish home in Russia. It was turned into a museum after Aleksandr’s death, not demolished like Damian’s childhood home. If he could take a picture of only one scene, it would be the bedroom.

His almost-father-in-law’s home in Ireland. The man is still alive, so Damian would love for the picture to be taken of both of them in front of the home. Maybe in the backyard, where the house would be visible behind them and they could stand next to the tree that was planted from Kier’s remains.

Bella lounging in the sun. He knows she’s going to die very soon; a cat’s lifespan is nothing compared to his. But watching her relax in a spot of sunlight by his window always reminds him that appreciating the present is both more delightful and productive than worrying about the future.

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under the stars ⠀⠀⋆·˚ ༘ *⠀⠀ollie bearman.

pairing. ollie bearman x gn!reader.

word count. 2k.

summary. laying under the stars — a wavering, unknown galaxy above you — brings out the most hidden thoughts from your brain as ollie begins to spiral embarrassingly in love.

ellis’ addition. first fic here <3 haven’t wrote in awhile so im glad to be back. of course, updates may be sparse due to this being just a hobby, but i hope you enjoy. reblogs and comments are appreciated! shout out to the lovely @lechrts ♡

the stars decorated the night sky, the illuminated nebulas shining down onto the earth. the night air was cold, the blanket of the cool breeze causing goosebumps to grow on your skin. as the atmosphere grew frigid, you pulled the sleeves of your hoodie down, attempting to shield yourself from the seemingly melancholic air of the night.

“you ok?” asked ollie, his body heat giving you a hint of warmth as he laid aside you, his brown eyes not leaving the sky as he spoke. his hair laid messily on his head, the green grass that the two of you laid upon tangling in his hair at every moment. even in the dim light of the night, he seemed to look like a living, breathing adonis.

“yeah,” the word came out breathily, your eyes searching the sky for constellations instead of ogling at the boy who laid next to you, “i’m fine.” you nodded even if ollie wasn’t looking, as if you were trying your hardest to convince yourself nothing was haunting your thoughts. you knew despite your best efforts, ollie would push for an answer. even though you were stubborn, he was somehow worse. 

ollie had almost believed your confirmation until a deep sigh escaped your lips, a plume of cold air escaping from your mouth. it was almost like a wake-up call for him as he snapped his gaze toward you, his face etched with a hint of worry and confusion.

“you lied – you know i don’t like liars,” ollie joked, trying to lighten the mood. he had wondered if maybe you were just cold and exhausted, or even if something was truly bothering you. the air and tension between you two had shifted and it made his skin crawl – he couldn’t ignore how everything felt different.

you let out another soft sigh, turning your head over on the grass to face him. in that moment, everything felt surreal as his brown eyes locked upon yours, the flooding feeling of his gaze seemingly making you shiver more. “i’m just thinking,” you breathed out before gathering your scattered thoughts, “not about anything specific – just everything.”

the words that fell from your lips sounded so utterly pathetic, like you were some philosopher contemplating the meaning of life and all it inhabits. the existential dread overcame you like rising water, the dam of your emotions ready to break and flood the already thick tension with more despair. 

“do you want to talk about it?” ollie offered a shoulder to lean on. as your friend, it was something he did quite often, but you couldn’t help but strike his amiable actions for something more. after all, that’s what you wanted it to be.

you wanted to lock your gates, build up your walls and not even let the people who meant the most to you in, but you couldn’t ignore ollie. he was so sweet, so caring, and any form of affection from him had your stomach swirling in a way you couldn’t shake.

you took a deep breath, your lip quivering from the cold, before the words slipped out of your mouth, “just stressed — uni is a lot. makes me wonder if i’ll even be able to graduate sometimes, yknow.” the vulnerability in your words made you sick, the tiny voice in your head mentally scolding you for sounding so weak.

ollie scooted a bit closer, the warmth radiating off his body mimicking the feeling of a soft blanket. he took a soft, deep breath, his twinkling brown eyes coming to lock on yours. “i know it’s hard,” he spoke softly, “i mean – i don’t really know – but it takes time to adjust, i guess.” ollie’s words sounded timid, trying his hardest to calm you though he didn’t even fathom the own words escaping his mouth.

you nodded softly, his presence alone diminishing some of the thoughts ringing in your brain, your eyes leaving his face to look up at the stars again as you spoke, “thank you – for everything. for always being there for me.” the words escaped softly, slipping past your lips at a whisper as if your appreciation was a secret.

ollie hummed contently, a small, toothless grin coming to display itself on his face, “no need to thank me.” he adjusted his position, laying his back onto the grass once again, this time his shoulder smushed up against yours. it was a small gesture, and maybe he didn’t even do it on purpose, but the small contact warmed your body and your heart.

the silence that filled the air after that wasn’t sickening or filled with tension, yet calm and relaxed. being so close to ollie made your heart flutter; you could practically laugh at yourself as you felt as giddy as a schoolgirl with a crush. you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your mind focused on ollie’s soft breathing as your thoughts slipped into an unreal fantasy, pulling you from reality.

you pictured ruining your friendship: holding hands, dancing in the rain and pulling each other in for a soft kiss that, despite how small of a gesture it was, would cause sparks to fly. dinner dates, nights in – you wanted to do it all with ollie. 

the stress of the looming thought of uni seemingly slipped away as it was replaced with the brain eating parasite that was the unknown. the wonderment of if ollie had felt the same way you felt about him ate you alive, picking your brain for every reason he did or did not. 

“the stars are bright tonight,” ollie spoke softly, slightly knocking you clean of your dreadful thoughts. you looked over at him, nodding softly as you hummed, “yeah – they’re beautiful.” your eyes scanned the stars that decorated the night sky, the view straight out of a film you’d watch over and over again.

“not as beautiful as you,” ollie hummed hesitantly and you thought that maybe you had hallucinated his words as your head began to spin. “sorry – that was really cheesy – im sorry,” he laughed awkwardly, a sigh escaping his lips. you turned your gaze over to him, despite the darkness you could see the red hue on the skin of his cheeks from either the cold air or embarrassment.

despite your best effort, words couldn’t fall from your mouth, yet a small laugh slipped through, causing ollie’s cheeks to darken. you were speechless — considering the fact you may have hallucinated his words; after all, they were too good to be true.

“no,” you laughed, your cheeks still stained with a red hue, “no — it wasn’t cheesy at all. thank you, actually.” your words worked to soothe ollie’s embarrassment, his body relaxing again next to yours as a small sigh of relief fell from his lips.

it was silent for a bit, the only sounds interrupting the awkward quiet one of the birds chirping from the trees, the rustle of the wind making the leaves shake. your body shook from the cold, your brain racing with thousands of thoughts that were equally good and bad. 

“it’s crazy how small we are compared to all that,” ollie broke the silence, his eyes searching the illuminated sky above as his voice drew out the softest whisper. turning his head to face you, his heart fluttered, his eyes taking in the beautiful sight infront of him that was not just the night sky. 

“yeah,” you added, a soft hum of agreement escaping your lips as you clutched the sleeves of your hoodie tighter in your grasp, “it’s scary to think about what’s actually up there – like aliens or some shit,” you laughed, trying to diverge any note to your stupid words – you mentally scolded yourself from saying anything more.

ollie laughed softly, the smallest noise leaving his mouth making your heart melt and your stomach feel weird with an emotion you could only pinpoint as some sort of messed up love or pining. his voice spoke up again, yet this time with some shyness in his tone, “yeah, but somehow it doesn’t feel scary – not when i’m here with you.”

there was that funny feeling again that you couldn’t shake, but this time you couldn’t let it control the perfect situation that was right in front of you. ollie was clearly feeling things out – as were you when you asked him to come stargaze with you. with some courage, you finally let soft words fall from your lips, a laugh tangling in them, “you always know what to say don’t you?”

“not really,” ollie admitted, laughing quietly. “but i mean it,” his voice grew softer, almost nervous once again, “you make everything feel... right.” ollie shifted a bit closer, his shoulder now snugly placed against yours which only served to make your heart beat faster in your chest.

the air between the two of you shifted, your not-so-easy conversation fading into a now comfortable silence. your hand, resting lightly in the grass, brushed against his. whether it was intentional or not, you didn’t know – it felt as if you had no control over your body or mind in that moment. neither of you moved for a moment, the tiny spark between your fingers lingering in the stillness.

“it’s beautiful,” you spoke again, feeling as if you had to, your voice almost lost in the symphony of nearby crickets that sang their song, “i can’t believe i never noticed how many stars there are.”

“they’ve always been there,” ollie replied with a soft laugh as he turned his head to look at you instead of the sky, “you just needed the right night.” a smirk took over his face and you playfully rolled your eyes. ollie could only be two things: just downright stupid, or stupidly beautiful. 

your lips quirked into a small smile as your gaze flickered toward him, “maybe.” a teasing tone escaped from your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh again. it was like the sound of laughter somehow made the conversation less awkward as you tried to use it as an attempt to ground yourself .

ollie propped himself up on one elbow, his heart racing as he studied your face. the starlight painted your features in a soft glow, and he was certain you had never looked more radiant. his eyes studied your gaze softly as if he was contemplating something – you thought maybe his mind had been racing as fast as yours. 

“you’re not even looking at them anymore,” you teased, your eyes meeting his with a small sense of trepidation in them. you felt stupid. it was very obvious you were pining over him now, but a sick, twisted sense of yours told you that maybe he had felt the same. “guess i found something better,” ollie said, his voice low, laced with nervous honesty.

your breath caught in your throat this time, your smile fading into something more serious as your gaze dropped to his mouth and then back to his eyes. the world seemed to narrow, the stars dimming around the both of you as ollie’s hand found yours, your fingers brushing lightly before intertwining.

ollie hesitated, searching your face for any sign that he should stop. you had an idea of what was about to happen and you mentally prayed to god that it wasn’t some delusion your mind had manifested inside itself.

the space between the two of you disappeared, his lips brushing against yours in the gentlest of kisses. it was soft – uncertain – like the first touch of dawn after a long night. time seemed to stretch and bend, the universe holding its breath for the two of you as your lips intertwined.

ollie laughed softly as he pulled away from the kiss, his arms instantly pulling you closer and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. no matter how fast your heart was racing, no matter how nervous you felt, you didn’t want anything more than to lay in his arms.

nothing more was said as both of you laid intertwined in each other. above the two of you, the stars seemed to shine just a little brighter, as if the universe had granted its blessing to the moment.

[cinnaminyoons]

( CLICHÉ. )

ミ☆ he likes fading into the background. unfortunately, you do not.

⤷ PAIRING knj x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 3.2k

⤷ TAGS nerd/jock trope, high school au, blushy joon

⤷ REQUESTED

HELLOOO JUNNN

i wanted to request a prompt where the reader pretends to be dumb so namjoon can tutor him since he has a big crush on namjoon and so he ends up eventually asking him out after a lot of teasing and stuff ??

cupid has visited, and his aim is worse than the juniors’ archery club.

of all people to develop a massive crush on, it’s on the one guy who’s got a loyal fanclub who actually gather at lunch to share printed pictures of him. of course namjoon’s silent affections have to be directed towards someone whose friends would never think to give people like him the time of day. of course he has to look so terribly good glistening with sweat on the sports field.

and of course they share nearly every class together.

that last point is, surprisingly, not particularly eventful. namjoon is what some would call a little bit of a nerd. he’s quiet, he’s shy, and he can run the hardest equations through his head like a ticket machine, popping out the answer in a matter of seconds. the hardest thing on an exam, for him, is remembering to write his name on the front.

he slumps into his seat at the cafeteria table inelegantly. he heaves the heaviest sigh he’s given all day.

sympathetically, taehyung pushes a can of soda towards namjoon with his index finger, flicking it at the end to give it an extra boost. it slides over the white table, spinning a half-circle before slowing to a stop. “you look like crap.”

namjoon exhales a huff of laughter. he sweeps his glasses off his face and rubs his blurry eyes. “yeah, and i feel like it, too. rough week, right?”

“hyung, it’s tuesday.”

he hooks the thick, black-framed glasses back over his ears and gratefully pulls the red and white can closer to him, popping the metal tab. it hisses as it cracks open.

yoongi, a little further down the table, asks, “oi, where’s your tie?”

namjoon glances down. argh – that’s what he’d forgotten that morning!

today was not treating him well. after accidentally sleeping in, missing his bus, and getting reprimanded and humiliated in front of the entire class by his least favourite teacher for being tardy, one would think that life would ease off his back for at least a little while.

the universe laughs at him – one more ace lays up its sleeve. if namjoon thinks it’s unfair, that’s because it is. the universe is not known for being a kind and rule-abiding player.

“hey.”

the smooth, rich voice comes from behind him. the cafeteria becomes abruptly quiet, muffled, as if his head has been dunked underwater.

namjoon turns hesitantly, faltering in the middle, but he charges on through with it. he looks up. his face blazes with heat.

standing in front of him is the boy of his dreams. an irresistible adonis. the gorgeous red roses creeping along the trellis of his mind.

“you’re kim namjoon, yeah?”

he barely has the capacity to nod – only once, and stiffly. you smile, as easy-going as ever, and namjoon becomes so blinded by its brightness he nearly misses the fact that you step forward and take a seat next to him.

“we share a chemistry class,” you remind him unnecessarily, leaning an elbow on the table. facing him completely, you straddle the single, immovable metal bench. the relaxed, open way you sit, completely at ease with yourself and your surroundings despite the rather loud whispering of your name, forms a strong, tugging longing in namjoon’s chest.

he isn’t sure if he wants you, or to be you.

“you’re top of our class and ms kang is really fond of you, so i was hoping if you’d be willing to give me some pointers before our next exam.”

you grin, lopsided and charming and a little embarrassed, and namjoon’s feelings are reassured. he wants you.

eventually, he gains the strength to open his mouth. “y-you want my help?” he points at his chest unsurely. the red of his sweater vest surely matches the colour of his face.

you laugh and ruffle your hair, a little mussed up from playing with it so often. “would i come to you if i didn’t?”

he stammers out an apology. his hands are so tightly clasped even a single touch would shatter his bones.

“relax,” you say cheerfully, “you look like i’m about to bite your head off. i promise – i won’t ask for much. just an hour or two of your time if you’re happy to lend it, and then i’ll be out of your hair forever.”

a part of him tugs on his logical mind. why, after only brief eye contact and nods in the hallways and in classes, would you suddenly come up to him? the only rational thing he can conclude, despite how coldly negative it is, is that someone’s got a bet going, and he’s the poor soul who serves as a measuring stick.

namjoon is deeply aware of the eyes on him – not only from his friends, whose mouths hang open in shock, but also those who would quite possibly murder someone to make you theirs. if they could kill with just their eyes, namjoon would be six feet under.

but... having your attention on him feels damn good.

“yeah,” he whispers around his heart in his throat. he clears his throat and jerks up straight, an attempt to startle his body and see if it still belongs to him. “i mean, i-i’m free tomorrow? i-if you want, that is. we don’t have to do tomorrow at all. no pressure.”

his mouth just won’t shut up. how does everyone else speak to attractive people without making a complete fool of themselves?

his words are stuttered, sharp, and simultaneously too loud and too quiet. he’s not very good at maintaining eye contact, either, and he talks a lot without saying very much. still, you don’t seem to mind.

you lean forward far enough to have a private conversation with him but not enough to make him uncomfortable. as you do, he catches a hint of sweet, freshly-cut grass.

“tomorrow sounds great! i’ve got some time between the end of the day and practice – are you okay with coming to my place straight after school? i’ll drop you off home, too.”

“o-oh, i don’t want to be a burden, i can call my parents—”

“you’re not a burden.” you say this with such certainty that namjoon has to swallow his racing heart back into his chest.

“ah...” he fiddles with his fingers under the table. “if you’re okay with it, that’d be nice. thank you.”

you shake your head and smile – big, gleaming, heart-stopping. “no problem, man. i’m really glad for this – i should be the one thanking you.” you chuckle. “so, thanks.”

with that, you get up, fixing the collar of your jacket, and give him a strong pat on the shoulder when you leave. his shoulder throbs faintly.

the strange blanket of silence lifts, and the casual chatter starts up again. he wonders if it really ever stopped. it sure felt like it, though he can’t be certain it truly was. his pulse had pounded in his ears and drowned out everything but the honeyed flow of your voice.

“—joon? namjoon!”

“hm?” he looks up.

yoongi raises an eyebrow. taehyung smirks around his mouthful of noodles.

“jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “i don’t think your crush can get any worse than this.”

“it’s not a crush,” he says defensively, though he knows they know it is. he sighs. “okay, and what if it is?”

taehyung shares a look with yoongi. simultaneously, they turn towards namjoon.

feeling awfully naked – he’d forgotten his tie, after all – he rises to his feet. he fumbles the can into his hand, nearly pouring it all over himself in the process.

“be careful,” yoongi says suddenly. “you know his reputation.”

namjoon knows full well. his heart won’t let him forget it.

—

it’s spring – the flowers are in full bloom, and the fields are sprayed with clusters of little yellow daisies. namjoon wears a brown messenger bag across his body, and he hugs his chemistry textbooks to his chest as he carefully descends the front steps of the school entrance.

he balances three textbooks in his arms. it says things about him very loudly. only one textbook is mandated by the subject.

“namjoon, over here!”

he glances up and nearly trips on the last step. there you are, standing in front of a simple but sleek truck. namjoon should be used to the sight of rich pretty boys flaunting their rides, but you seem to… do it differently, and that’s not his unresolved feelings talking.

it must be because you’re not flaunting, he thinks. it’s just a car to you. something to get you to wherever it is you want to go.

he hurries over, doing his best to ignore the blatant glaring and muttering of those he passes. he attempts a smile. “h-hey.”

“hey.” you grin. you glance at his books. “jeez, you lug those around every day? you should join my team.”

he shakes his head immediately. “oh, no, i – i couldn’t.”

“why not?”

“i, uh, don’t pair well with sports.”

you shrug and open the door to the backseat. “shame. you’re easy on the eyes – which is more than i can say for the rest of ‘em,” you add in a secretive whisper, winking.

his face burns as you take his books and set them gently in the backseat. you take his bag, too. later, when he wasn’t so busy crashing and burning in his own head, he would think it was cute that you drew the seatbelt over his things to keep them from falling.

“right! off we go.” you move around him, pulling open the passenger’s side and giving a short bow. he slips inside, tucking his long legs into the car, and you close the door.

you join him in the driver’s seat. once you’re both clicked in, you pull out of the parking lot and onto the road.

“here.” you pat around the cup holders for the aux cord. you pass it to him just as you come to a stop at a red light. you glance at him and smile. “i’m out in the country, so it’ll take a while to get there. i’m trusting you with the music.”

his heart hammers in his chest as he chooses a playlist. there’s always something terrifying about letting others listen to his music. there’s always a self-conscious, niggling fear at the back of his head.

he watches you out of the corner of his eye. your fingers tap against the steering wheel along to the beat. he relaxes.

you’re a very good driver, namjoon thinks as you travel quietly along the roads through the city. if he had been holding a cup of coffee as you turned corners, it wouldn’t spill.

the scenery flashes by, brightly-coloured signs blurring like a flipbook animation. slowly, the shops become scarce, and green expanses of land take over. he tries not to seem too childlike when he stares out the window, eyes following crooked wooden telephone poles and barbed wire fences as they whip past.

warm, familiar chords resonate in the car. after a few seconds, he startles and hurries to grab his phone and skip the song. you hand blocks it without looking.

the moment where your hands meet has shocks erupting along his veins. he raises his eyes, more than a little panicked, and you say, “haven’t heard this before.”

then, namjoon’s own voice comes through the car speakers.

he stares at you, watching with wide eyes as a tiny smile creeps onto your face. your head bobs along to the music.

you glance at him, grinning in pleasant surprise. “is this you?”

he gulps. he nods.

“it’s good. really fucking good.”

he clears his throat and sits back, pushing into the backrest like it would swallow him up if he tried hard enough. hearing himself come through the speakers, as if he’s on the radio, is almost enough to pretend that he’s become what he’s always wanted.

his playlist goes through two more songs before you pull into a long gravel driveway up a hill. you come to a slow stop in front of a large, two-storey farmhouse with a peaked roof.

he can’t hide his surprise as he gazes up at the house. the deck is painted a dark green, matching the rolling hills and forests that fade off into the sky behind your home. it’s so quiet out here that his mind nearly inserts sounds of traffic to make it seem more like what he’s used to.

you open his door. “not what you expected?”

he jumps at being caught staring. you only laugh, already holding onto his books. you’ve slung his bag over your shoulder on top of your own, and the combined weight surely can’t be easy, but you make it seem like it is.

“sorry!” he fumbles for an appropriate response. “i just, uh, i thought – you’re, like—”

“yeah, most people think that.” you lift a shoulder in a half-shrug. “when you go to such an elite school, wealthy becomes the norm, i guess. now, let’s go – i’ll get you home in time for dinner.”

he follows you through the sliding door, which you shut with your foot. after kicking your shoes off, you lead him through the cosy kitchen, which has a perfect view of the green forest below.

upstairs, you take the first door to the right, which is your bedroom. you pass him his books and bag and drop yours unceremoniously at the foot of the bed.

“where are your parents?” namjoon asks timidly, gazing around. you’ve got a glass cabinet containing trophies and medals, and at this point, it looks like a hall of fame. he’s not shocked by the number of golds, but it does make him feel rather intimidated.

“out,” you sigh, flopping back on your bed. your legs hang over the end.

you roll over to grab a backpack that leans against the wall, then roll back over and sit on the edge of the bed, legs stretched out as you smile up at namjoon. “even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t bother us. well, except to bring us snacks, maybe.”

namjoon’s kind of jealous. his parents are the kind to tell him to always keep his bedroom door open to make sure he’s not – doing anything strange.

“it’s a nice day. you mind if we study outside, cutie?”

“yeah, s-sure.”

another sliding door, just past the dining table, leads outside to a deck that wraps around the house. stepping out, you point him towards a pair of slides and don a pair of your own.

you dump the contents of the backpack onto a table. an ashtray sits in the middle, and you put it on the floor.

namjoon takes a seat opposite you. he asks warily, “do you smoke?”

“hm?” you look up. “oh, no. can’t stand the smell.”

it’s a simple thing, and one that would make a lot of sense, but namjoon’s become used to every desirable kid at school either excessively smoking or drinking. you’re a respite from that.

you flip through a coloured folder of loose-leaf paper, each neatly titled and dated. you choose a sheet of questions and pass it over, gazing hopefully at namjoon. “i was struggling with these. think you could help?”

namjoon glances over them. birds chirp in the trees surrounding the house. “of course. we’ll go over the theory first.” he glances up. “i-is that okay?”

you grin. “cool.”

namjoon gets more and more relaxed around you as your session continues. he often tutors the juniors when their parents think they need to be getting better grades, and he’s been doing it for so long that he gets back into the comfort of the routine relatively quickly.

he only notices it when he stops stuttering around you. and, like becoming aware of his own breathing, he can’t retain that composure.

“are you afraid of me?” you ask, all of a sudden.

“w-what?”

“do i scare you?” you repeat with a small frown, leaning back in your chair. “you’re awfully quiet.”

he scratches his cheek, flushing. “you don’t. i’m just…” in love with you.

“just…?”

he shakes his head. “uh, nothing. have you answered that question?”

“mhm.” you push it over.

his golden skin glows in the afternoon light. the lens of his glasses catches the sun as he shifts – it’s like the heavens have seen him and decided, yes, this one is the one. the smooth curve of his jaw complements the sharpness of his warm eyes. and his dimples. 

oh, his dimples. you want to make sure those never disappear.

he scans the question and checks it against his own. “you’ve done it right. except here – you’ve messed up the molar mass. easy fix. it should be two hundred—”

“do you know how pretty you are?”

when he finally manages to process your words, it physically feels as if the top of his head had been taken off. he stammers out something incomprehensible.

you chuckle, placing your chin on your folded arms. “i’m serious. i like the way you look when you’re concentrating.”

“m-me?” he asks weakly.

“yeah, you. who else is here?” you tilt your head, trying to catch his eyes. “you have really nice lips.”

unconsciously, he covers his mouth. “p-please don’t say that…”

“why not? it’s true.”

“don’t play with me,” he says, sharper than he intended.

you frown. the light shifts as you sit properly. “what are you talking about, namjoon?”

“i’m nothing like who you date. how much are they betting?”

“betting?”

he shakes his head and begins pushing his pens into his bag, stuffing his textbooks on top of them. “yn, you don’t need to play dumb. what you’ll do is get me hooked on you, toss me around for a week or two, and mark off another tally. well, congratulations—” he stands up “—because you’ve already checked off step one.”

he turns to leave. 

“namjoon!” you grab his wrist. “what are you on about? this isn’t because of a bet. hell, this isn’t even about chemistry!”

he tries to tug his arm back but it’s useless. apparently, those trophies actually mean something.

“i really like you, namjoon. look, glare all you want, but i wouldn’t lie to you. not about this, and not ever.”

he stops pulling, so you loosen your grip, sliding your fingers along the fine bones of his wrist. you link your fingers with his – hesitating, before pressing your palms together. his are warm, and the pads at the base of his fingers are rosy and soft.

he blinks owlishly. he whispers, staring at your entwined hands, “you’re – you’re serious?”

“deadly.” you smile. you step closer. “can i… can i kiss you?”

his head bobs once, his breath stuck in his throat.

his lips are plush and stick at the corners, the cool spring breeze and his own nervousness making his tongue dart out to wet his lower lip habitually. he smells like tangerines. your lips mould together – softly, and shyly.

you part for air. you lift a hand to his face, cupping his burning cheek, and laugh breathlessly, grinning so wide it hurts. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that.”

“try me,” he says, and tugs you down by your collar to kiss you once more.

[memeadonna]

Anything for You, Baby

Hello everyone! This is a short little thirst story I wrote for @sendhelpimstupid featuring Sugar Baby Kirishima. The stunning art can be found here. Please visit her page and show her some love! 

This story is 18+. Minors DNI 

Warnings: Sugar Baby/Sugar Mommy Relationship, Premature Ejaculation, Cross-Dressing, Sub Kirishima, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mild Choking, Scratching and Biting Mentioned, Vaginal Intercourse, I wrote this in like 3 hours sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes

Word Count: 2,562

Of all the things you were thankful for in life, people were always surprised when you mentioned Kirishima's expensive taste. Your entire relationship had started because he hadn't noticed how much money he'd been spending until one day he was overdrawn. He hadn't added up the totals of his expenses in his head, hadn't realized every time he swiped his card that money left his account. He liked the finer things in life, and how was he supposed to know that his bank account was meant to last him all of his first semester? His parents had told him "figure it out", so he couldn't even ask them for help. 

Being at a hero school was tough already – he could barely even enjoy the city nightlife since he was stuck at the dorms between classes doing homework. He didn't even have enough time to get a job outside of school hours. Maybe he wasn't cut out for university, let alone at a prestigious hero school. 

You had noticed Kirishima's state of panic, and when he confessed to everyone in the dorm that he was out of money, people (Bakugou and his other friends) had made fun of him. Uraraka and Iida had stepped in immediately, chastising them for mocking him. He tried to play it off as no big deal, that he'd figure it out, and the conversation shifted elsewhere. 

You'd been born into a wealthy family like Iida and Momo, and on top of that you'd had your own job throughout high school, so you'd saved up lots of money already.  "I could hire you," you told him after everyone had left for the night. "Pay you to do things for me." 

"I don't need your charity," he'd snapped back. "Did Bakugou put you up to this?" 

"I just thought I'd offer to help you since we're friends," you answered calmly, before getting up and heading to your dorm. That night you'd sat up late regretting ever asking him if he needed help. 

Early the next morning he was at your door. "What kind of things?" was the first thing he asked, as you rubbed your eyes and blinked up at him blearily. You made him repeat himself twice because the words didn't stick in your brain this early. 

"Clean my room, do my laundry," you'd finally told him, offering what you hoped was a kind smile. "Other things when I want them." The blush he gave you at those words more than made up for his harshness last night. 

You'd started slowly, of course. You gave him rewards for handing in assignments on time, taken him out to dinner when he got good grades, and little treats for random things. "Do I always need a reason, baby?" you'd asked him one night as he examined the concert tickets, you'd just given him. You'd been delighted to accept the ticket he gave back to you and had secretly smiled to yourself as Denki had whined and complained that Kirishima had promised to take him! But that was back when Kirishima was spending his money on everything. Now he was just spending it on himself. 

One day, half-joking, you'd gifted him a French Maid outfit to clean your room in. It was just a little too tight for him (he couldn't even do the zipper up!), but it was the creamy white stockings and cute little heels you were interested in. He tried his hardest to clean your room, but after the third time he rolled his ankle, he ended up with you in his lap, and let's just say that your relationship changed from there. 

You'd pushed him back into your bed and felt him up beneath the skirts and ruffles. You left a smattering of dark hickies over his neck and collarbones, moving down his body with clear intent. He was beet red, sitting up and panting as he watched you with wide eyes. Your hands slipped below his skirts and trailed up his legs, and you watched him squirm. "Aw," you teased, revelling in your victory. "What's wrong, does the baby like getting dressed up all cute and ravaged?" 

He stammered with a reply for a moment, but you dipped under his skirt and the breathy gasp he let out as you began to kiss up his thighs was more than worth it. A part of you wanted to pull back out and apply lipstick so you could leave more evidence of your kisses, but there was no way in hell you were going to back down now. You settled for more hickies and a few bites, and by the time you reached your prize, he was hard and throbbing. 

You were the only person with a dorm on your floor (luck of the draw), so you didn't dare tell him he should quiet down his moaning, especially not as you slid the lacy panties reverently down his thighs. 

It was clearly his first time, and he was squirming in your grip as you gave him a teasing lick. A part of you wanted to pull back and tease him some more, but this was too good to pass up. He threw an arm over his eyes and slipped his other hand into your hair. He arched his back as you raked your nails down his thighs, and let out the sweetest noise you'd ever heard, blowing his load directly in your face before you could even get him into your mouth. After you'd finished laughing and wiped his spunk off of your face, you'd given him the sweetest kiss on the cheek. He'd gone beet red as you laughed, and hadn't said no when you promised him a shopping spree because he was just so good for you. 

The sales lady at the lingered store had been surprisingly accommodating when you'd asked her if they carried up to a 3X. 

He'd been your sugar baby for all of first year, even after he got his own allowance from his parents. He'd been your boyfriend the rest of your university career (of course, you still liked to treat your spoiled baby), and a few years out of school he'd asked you to marry him, with that same sweet expression he always had when he told you he loved you. 

The world saw Red Riot as a strong, manly hero that took shit from nobody. They also saw him as hopelessly in love with you (or with Dynamight, depending on which magazine you read). He was a real Man's Man, always on the covers of fitness magazines or advertising sports drinks and protein powders. He advocated for always being chivalrous and brave, but that Manly Men also took the time to be vulnerable and compassionate. 

One thing that hadn't changed since your days in university was the fact that your Eijirou loved to be spoiled. Shopping sprees, private chefs, weekends away… his eyes always lit up no matter what you surprised him with. You were both similarly ranked in the charts, and both made a lot of money, but he secretly adored the fact that you had a bank account you filled up every month just for him. He'd buy whatever he wanted with it, whether it was designer clothes or handbags (for either of you), or any number of things (he particularly liked buying new gym equipment that the two of you most certainly didn't need). 

Today had been a hard day. You'd been overusing your quirk and your muscles were sore, not to mention you'd been working with one Lord Explosion Murder God which meant that you'd been ordered around all day.

When you got home, a note from your husband was laying on the counter. Eijirou would be home a little late, and you could order whatever for dinner. Grumbling to yourself, you refused to take yet another order from yet another person and reheated leftovers in the fridge. Take that, loving husband! 

You ate standing at the counter in your uniform, and after you'd put the dishes away you marched up to your bedroom, already peeling your costume off. You left it on the bathroom floor as you hopped into the shower, and just let the hot water scald your aching muscles. You used Eijirou's body wash because you missed his smell, and changed into your pyjamas while you combed your hair. 

You crawled under the covers and scrolled on your phone for a while, wishing your husband would just hurry up and come home already. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms, hear him tell you all about how he would protect you from the bad things in the world. 

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs woke you from a restless sleep, and you sat up in bed. How long were you asleep? Was that your Eiji? 

The door opened, and what greeted you took your breath away. Your husband stood in the doorway with a sheer robe, trimmed with red faux fur. It was tied with a ribbon around his waist and accentuated his hips beautifully. He was wearing red lacy thigh highs and nothing else beneath the robe. He completed the look with a set of Louis Vuitton stilettos, which you noticed in passing due to the stunning everything else the Adonis before you was showing off. 

"Hey," he purred. "Heard you had a rough day." He smirked at you as your eyes trailed up and down his body. "Can I make it better?" he took a few steps into the room, undoing the ribbon around his waist teasingly slowly. He opened the robe, letting it fall off his shoulders and rest at his elbows. He had filled out a lot since university, and he was a healthy 7'6 and twice as wide as you. He could lift you with one arm and toss you like a football if he wanted, but as he dropped his robe to the floor and elegantly clicked his way across the room towards you, he had no intention of tossing you around tonight. That thought made sparks dance around your core, and you felt your panties starting to soak. 

You sat up on your knees for a better look at him. He ran his hands over his body, shamelessly showing off for you. His dick stood proud and tall and was already leaking for you. You smiled at him as you slipped into your role. "Did you buy that to look pretty for me?" you asked ever so sweetly. "Sounds like you want a reward." 

He walked right up to the side of the bed with a breathy "Yes,". You leaned up for a kiss and enjoyed the feeling of him smiling against your lips as he took his time with you. 

His hands gently explored your curves, squeezing the plush of your thighs and the soft skin beneath your breasts, and as you pulled back to lick your lips at him, "Anything for you, Baby," felt like the most natural thing to say. 

He crawled into bed, careful not to kick you with his knife-shoes, and placed his wrists at the headboard. You attached the restraints with all the care in the world, and ran your hands over your baby's chest, admiring all of the scars that years of hero work had marked him with. "You're beautiful," you told him, leaning down for another kiss. 

You painted his chest with kisses and hickies, not caring if they'd be visible the next day. Let people stare. Let people know who your man belonged to. 

"I love these too," you ran your hand over his new stockings. "You know lace is my favourite." 

"Always the best for mommy," he purred back, pleased with himself as you explored his body. It had become familiar to you; you knew everywhere he was sensitive. You knew how to get him going, how to slow him down, and how to drive him wild. You shrugged off your own pyjamas and he let out a noise of approval, eyes taking in your curves. "You're stunning." He offered, looking absolutely awestruck. If his hands were free, they'd be all over you, but now was not his turn for control. 

You slid off your panties and tossed them off the bed, eyeing his body up with increasing lust, before suddenly straddling him and sinking down onto him with a small noise of discomfort. He let out a sharp noise of concern and pleasure, gasping. "You've gotta prep yourself!" He hissed, half-drunk on the tight squeeze. 

"Shut up," you answered, and picked up a brutal pace. He let out a strangled noise and arched up into your touch, gasping and whining and looking up at you with eyes clouded by lust as he gave harsh thrusts up into your welcoming body. His hands hardened and unhardened within their restraints, along with a line along his forehead. You wrapped your hands around his throat, and he tilted his head back to bare it to you. His moans crescendoed as you began to put pressure on him, canting your hips faster and faster. 

He was drunk off the lust singing in his veins and bent one of his knees to give you better leverage. You freed one of his hands from its restraint and it immediately flew to your hip to help you ride. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and his breath came in desperate gasps. "Gonna cum!" he whined, blinking desperately up at you. "Please mommy! Please let me fucking cum I want to cum so bad!" he babbled, blinking his pretty crimson eyes up at you. 

You gently caressed his face and smiled down at him. You leaned in closer, giving him a deep kiss. "So do it," you growled. "Knock me up." 

His hips faltered and the absolute roar he let out at your challenge sent a pleased shiver through you. He ripped the other restraint right off of the bedframe (along with a chunk of the frame itself) and flipped you onto your back, all without pulling out of you. He kissed you ravenously, his hands squeezing every inch of you. He grabbed one of your tits in one hand as he reached his other down to play with your clit. He threw you over the edge, and as you came around him, his thrusts changed. They were sharp and purposeful as he poured everything he had into your body. 

"Mine," he growled out, sinking his fangs into the tender meat of your shoulder. He didn't dare move as the two of you came down from your highs but rolled the two of you back over so he didn't crush you. You laughed a little and cuddled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of a womb full of his cum and the delicious stretch of him inside of you, not to mention the feeling of utter safety that having his arms around you brought. "I love you." He purred, giving your forehead a kiss.  

"I love you too," you answered back, smiling up at him with tenderness. 

"Did you really mean it?" he traced his hands over your back, massaging your tender shoulders. "You want to start a family?" 

"Mhm," you nodded tiredly, before looking back up at him once again, echoing your earlier promise: "Anything for you, Baby." 

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[blahkugo]

Sleepless

Shouta Aizawa X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: 18+, bondage, bratty rc, over-stimulation, umm it’s just pure filth sandwiched between some fluff 

Word Count: 3.9k

A good night’s rest? You’ve never heard of her! 

“At least take off your heels before you throw yourself into bed,” your boyfriend’s voice rings out, still deeply agitated from a long night of feigned smiles and interest. You know that tone well— the exasperated sigh typically saved for his students at U.A— but the room is spinning too fast for you to take heed of his reprimand. 

“M’too tired,” you slur your words, face down against your mattress. 

The two of you had been at a pro-hero gala, or as Shouta called it, a “gaudy show of riches for politicians and government dickheads.” It had taken almost all of your energy, and a lot of homemade dishes, to persuade him to accept the invitation; however, he had followed through. He behaved properly all night, smiled and socialized with every partygoer that approached you, and even ensured the vicious insults on the tip of his tongue were whispered into your ears only after each person had turned away. You deemed the night a success, despite waving off Shouta’s warnings about that fourth glass of champagne you downed. 

“You’re going to get our covers dirty, idiot.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at that word— our. Be it the hundredth or thousandth time, you don’t think you’ll ever get over hearing him refer to the two of you as one. It had taken years for him to warm up to you, after all. While he considers it endearing now, you’re positive Shouta had initially found your constant laughter and positive nature unbearable, thinking of you as simply another nuisance to avoid; never had he met someone who reduced his usual threatening tone to something playful or entertaining. And little did either of you know, he would slowly come to adore the way his scolding amused you. 

No amount of persuasion from his students or other heroes can convince you Shouta is actually intimidating. If anything, his constant stoicism only compels you to misbehave more. You love pressing his buttons, take pleasure in watching him get riled up and lose his calm demeanor. But as of this very moment, you’re simply too tired, and a bit too tipsy, to play along. You wave off his words with a flick of your wrist, only to feel a tug at your ankle. 

“Wha–” 

“Stop squirming. I’m trying to take them off,” he struggles with the straps woven intricately up your calves, “damned things are more tangled than my cloth.” When he finally removes them, you feel the pads of his fingertips graze your legs softly. Shocks travel your entire body as he pays special attention to the indents adorning your skin— drawbacks of the tight laces that are quite easy to disregard when they urge him to touch you so sweetly. 

Shouta stalks away for a moment, only to return with a cotton pad and makeup remover. You’re surprised he even knows what products to use, though you know you shouldn’t be. He has spent countless minutes watching you complete your night routine intently, though usually his stare is paired with a sleepy grumble to hurry up and join him in bed. 

He shifts you into a sitting position, wiping tenderly at your cheek while you pull off your false lashes.

“Those are fake?” He snorts, baffled. 

“Mhhm, I’m prettier without them, right?” You poke fun at him, knowing he’ll ignore the cheesy question. A faint heat rises on his cheeks. 

“Shut up and put this on,” he nudges one of his t-shirts into your arms before he slides your strapless dress down your body. Even with your eyes half-shut, you can feel his charged stare ogling every hill and valley of your naked form. His fingers barely skim you— a purposeful maneuver to focus on the task at hand— but your body jerks into his grasp, keen for more. Sleepy or not, you’d never waste an opportunity for a quickie. You know just how swiftly a few words and caresses on his part could have you bucking and sobbing, like putty in his han– “(Y/N), stop. You’re drunk and half-asleep.” 

“Only tipsy and a quarter asleep, thank you very much.” Your eyes flutter open to see the beginnings of a smile touch his lips, but he just barely holds it back. He’s trying his damn hardest to remain stern, how cute. “Shou,” you mewl, elongating his name in the hopes that he’ll budge.

“Don’t pout at me,” he taps a chiding finger against your bottom lip, “the answer is no. I still have work to do.” Ignoring your whined protests, Shouta walks out of the bedroom. Seconds later, you hear his office door shut, a sign that he’ll be in there long into the night. 

Any inkling of sleepiness your body possessed is gone without a trace, now feeling nothing but an intense heat coursing the skin your boyfriend brushed, and the alcohol left running through your veins only intensifies that warmth. You turn yourself over in bed, naively will yourself to succumb to sleep and deal with the ache tomorrow; however, your body has other plans. Your thighs press together on their own, desperate for any sort of relief to quell the throbbing between your legs, but it’s no use. Looks like you’re getting up. 

With each step towards his office, you find yourself more impassioned. Who does Shou think he is anyways, leaving you alone in such a needy state? It’s not fair. He gives you the slightest taste of his touch and then cruelly rips it away. So if anything, it’s his fault that your body won’t rest until completely appeased— until he soothes the burn. Besides, you’ll be damned if you’re going to allow him the pleasure of hearing your moans through the thin walls knowing he goaded you into touching yourself.

Upon walking through the door of his workspace, you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, the stealthy pro-hero, seated ever-so casually at his desk. He has a hand pressed adamantly against his temple and his hair up in a messy half-bun. So badly do you want to run your hands through it, tug the clip off so you can watch those beautiful, dark locks tumble down his shoulders. You always catch yourself silently hoping for a piece to fall in his eyes so that you can reach out and tuck it behind his ear, delighted when you have any excuse to stroke the soft waves between your fingertips.

“Shou,” you mumble, one hand rubbing at lidded eyes. The white glow of the computer screen washes over him as he turns to you, and you feel your breath hitch again at the Adonis in front of you. 

He’s opted out of wearing any sort of top. Instead, gray joggers hang low on his hips, allowing you to feast your eyes on his lean chest and softly sculpted v-lines. A dark line of hair trails down into his pants, and you feel your mouth water at the idea of licking a long stripe up his navel. 

“Can’t sleep.” You’re aware it comes out a whine, don’t care to correct your tone because it may just convince him to join you in bed. He rolls his eyes, your name flowing off his tongue with a low sigh— music to your ears. 

“I have work to catch up on since somebody forced me to go to that stupid gala,” the accusation is probably sincere, but you smile anyways. 

“Please,” there’s that whine again, “just five minutes.” This time your words are accompanied by a quick yank at the hem of your t-shirt. Your cleavage makes an appearance, and when you see his eyes wander up towards the supple globes— tongue just barely poking out to slide across his bottom lip— you know you’ve got him beat. He mutters under his breath, but the only words you catch are something along the lines of ‘pampered brat’. 

Well, spoiled or not your methods work, and he’s the one indulging your whims anyways. Being curled up against Shouta’s sturdy chest, you find the fatigue of a long night creeping up on you once again. His close proximity is enough to relax you; all of your senses are engulfed in his presence, saturated with him. Your body gladly welcomes his scent with every inhale— clean laundry, aftershave, and something a bit woodier that can only be described as ‘Shouta’. Though he shaved this morning, newly grown stubble scruffs against you every time you nuzzle against his jaw. Slender fingers tangle in your hair, smoothing lazy circles into your scalp. And with your ear pressed to his chest, you realize the slow, steady drum of his heartbeat just might actually lull you into a deep sleep. 

But that’s all before you hitch a leg around his hip to pull him closer. At the sensation of your heat nudged tightly against him, you feel his heartbeat rise rapidly. If any thoughts of sleep linger in your mind, the prospect of riling Shouta up— and perhaps securing an orgasm or two in the process— throws them out the window once again. 

Your fingertips begin to caress his shoulders subtly, ear still pressed to his chest to listen for any jumps in his rhythm. The less he notices your movements, the easier it’ll be to overwhelm him all at once. When your fingers don’t incite any noticeable response, you run them through his hair instead. At the same time, you feign discomfort at the position you’re in and twist your hips slightly, making sure to press your core against him harder. You feel his breath hitch under you, and then your hair being jerked harshly. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he forces you to look up at his cloudy eyes, always ringed with darkness no matter how much rest he receives. Caught. You flash him your sweetest pout, gazing up at him through dainty lashes. A slight ‘hm?’ leaves your lips, but within seconds, they’re attached to his neck, shamelessly kissing and nibbling at the sweet spot near his jaw. “If you’re not going to behave on your own, I’ll make you.” Your thighs tighten around his hips, goosebumps trailing your arms at the clear-cut threat.

“Do it then,” you urge between kisses, now peppering them up his jaw. Your teeth kiss the shell of his ear before you whisper, “or I’ll just keep misbehaving, daddy.” 

In an instant, your face is shoved into the mattress, arms crossed behind your back with Shouta’s cock straining against you through his pants. Rigid cotton brushes against your folds and you realize that perhaps he was expecting this turn of events more than he let on, because the fucker never bothered giving you a change of underwear. 

“You’re such a needy slut,” he spits, heated breath fanning your neck while he tightens his grasp around your wrists. “Can’t go one night without getting me worked up, huh?” His free hand darts under your shirt, now kneading and pinching at your ass. 

“Nope,” you bite back, always ecstatic to provide sassy retorts, especially when he’s seething like this. 

A stinging pain travels your body when he slaps the globe of your ass. Once, twice, five times, each spanking invoking a louder gasp until tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Are you done acting up?” Shouta’s tone is slow and composed, almost disinterested. If not for his heaving chest pressed against your back, you would believe him unaffected by the punishment. 

You, on the other hand, are very obviously flustered. Tears stream down your face freely now, and you’re positive the spanking has left a blazing handprint on your cheek as a reminder for days to come. Shouta gives you a final, petty love tap to shake you out of your thoughts. “I don’t have all night.” 

But you’re left unsatisfied, the throbbing between your thighs only worsened by his harsh welts and complete neglect of your clit. He hasn’t made a single motion towards your glistening cunt, probably won’t ever if you simply take his discipline lying down. 

“What if I’m not?” The words leave your mouth hesitantly, face turning to stare back at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He doesn’t say a word, his own eyes narrowing and lips quivering into a disgusted scowl. Even though you’ve asked for this, know exactly what situation you’ve gotten yourself into, your heart quickens at the thrill of seeing your partner so worked up. He may not be outwardly angry— Shouta has always been a man who prefers quick, biting remarks over piercing screams and smashing glass— but his mannerisms tell you everything you need to know. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.

You feel the tight, unforgiving fabric knotted around your body before you’re even aware of what’s happening. Nimble fingers quickly wrap your arms in place. Then, your legs are bent at the knees and tied securely to your wrists. Only your taut midriff and breasts touch the mattress, leaving your sopping core exposed, no way to flail or deny him entrance. You’re his to do whatever he pleases with.

“Behave.” He wraps your hair around his wide palm and yanks hard, a pained cry leaving you at the prickling in your scalp. His fingers graze your slit, but never touch you where you need him. It’s absolutely maddening. You buck into him to no avail— the cloth wraps too firmly around your limbs. 

“Shou, I– I, please,” you’re practically sobbing, his name leaving your lips over and over like a prayer. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve angered him. 

“Who said you could speak?” He tugs harder on your locks. The motion rocks your skull, all nerves standing on end. It fucking hurts, but the action has your slit quivering all the same. “Are you going to be a good little whore now?” 

“Yes, Shou.” The response wins you a sharp slap to the ass, the sore cheek. You suppress a loud wail, correcting yourself quickly. “Y-Yes daddy, I’ll behave.” He doesn’t respond, only lets out a low growl and loosens his grip on your hair. 

Then, his presence is gone. He’s moved off the bed, and your cunt pulsates at the number of delicious things he may do next. 

A slam rings out from your bedside dresser and he’s back within seconds. Something foreign, hard and long,  is pressed against your tight hole. No stretching, no warning, he simply sinks the toy into your slick cunt. After a few merciless thrusts you’re whimpering softly, choking back pleas. If he wanted you to beg, you’d know it. 

“Is this what you wanted?” The dildo is driven into you faster. “Is this what you were grinding like a bitch in heat for?” His words are spit like venom, tone disappointed— appalled— with you, but it only fuels your steady ascension to orgasm. You’re teetering closer and closer to the edge, but you just need a bit more. His cock, a finger on your clit, anything. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You can’t help the onslaught of moans that spill from your lips in between pants. His hands begin kneading at your ass again, right cheek still flaming with every touch. If he’d only remove the bindings, now digging tightly into your wrists and ankles, you’d be able to hump back onto the toy as you so desperately wish to. 

He stills all at once, leaving you distraught and gasping. If you cry out, you’ll only be met with harsh reprimands. You want to sob— for his touch, for a break, for anything to soothe the ache in your core. 

You hear it before you feel it.

A small buzzing noise as something is clicked on. Then, vibrations wracking your insides, your clit— a slew of pleasure as the dildo pulses. You sigh loudly, that stubborn itch finally being appeased by the pressure of the toy. 

“Is my pretty little slut enjoying herself?” Shouta laughs behind you, voice still cold and filled with loathing. It’s as though he’s repulsed by your desire, your ceaseless need for him. You mewl loudly at the thought. “Mhm, and you’re going to continue enjoying yourself,” you feel the bed dip as he steps away, “until I finish my work.”

The fucking bastard. He’s leaving you tied up and helpless with a sex toy on the highest setting. He knows you’ll be a drooling mess for him, probably only half-conscious, by the time he’s back.

“N- no Shou, please.” Your protests do nothing to sway him. He simply snickers and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to writhe and wail on your own. And God, does it feel good. Your stomach pulls taut as you rut against the bed like– like an animal. In a constant cycle of edging and ebbing, your orgasms build and build and build until you’re hit full force, only to begin all over again. It’s equal parts satisfying and unfulfilling, because fuck, do you just want your boyfriend’s cock inside you. It’s all you can think of— his warmth, his hands roaming your body, sweet, degrading nothings whispered into your ear while he pounds into you.

You lose track of time, aren’t even sure at this point whether your body is spasming or simply attempting to dispel the thick length inside you. The pleasure has turned to an entirely different ache, swollen clit now abused by the constant vibrations. Your voice is run hoarse, face carved into a permanent wince. And despite your attempts to stay quiet, chokes and gasps still rip through your throat. Even Shouta’s cloth is soaked through with the scorching sweat enveloping your body.  

Though absolutely exhausted, you’re conscious enough to hear his quick steps as he makes his way to the bedroom. You can sense the smirk plastered across his face without even seeing it. 

“Tired out?” Fingertips ghost over the cloth and across your painfully numb calves, nerves jumping at the feeling. “Ah’, you’ve soaked the bedspread.” A fierce blush runs across your skin, humiliated at the sight you must seem to him— a drooling, high-strung mess. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore the way your body shakes at every prod. 

All you can do is let out a meager ‘Mmph’, your brain too scrambled to form anything close to words, let alone coherent sentences. “If you use your words, I’ll consider taking the toy out.” Shouta’s ruthless; he knows every inch of your body, your reactions, like the back of his hand. Of course he’d ask you to use your words. He lives to watch you come undone, thrives off the pain etched onto your features. 

“Please,” the request is drawn out— paused midway to let loose another gasp— and dripping in desperation. “I can’t– I just-”  It’s all you can manage in your state. 

“Seems you’ve been fucked stupid,” he chuckles darkly, though the vibrations wracking your cunt finally come to a halt and the dildo is swiftly removed. Your core clenches at the emptiness. “But I haven’t had the chance to stuff this tight little pussy full,” he slaps a harsh palm against your slit, making sure to wipe the slick that now coats his palm all across your cheek. If you weren’t aware of how soaked you were before, Shouta makes damn sure that you do now. The most you can work out in response is a feeble squeak. 

One of Shouta’s hands strokes at your matted hair from behind, agile fingers tidying the disheveled strands. The other rubs harsh circles on your clit; you twitch incessantly, sparks running through every inch of your body. “There’s that pained little face I love,” he grabs at your cheeks roughly, forcing your lips into a ‘o’ while grinding into your calf. “Fuck.”

Your legs and arms slump onto the mattress as soon as the cloth is unbound. Every muscle in your body aches with overuse; numbness buzzes through the limbs that were strung together for God knows how long. 

Your boyfriend— sadist that he fucking is— thrusts himself into you without warning. Sure, you’ve been stretched by the toy, but your poor slit is so overworked by previous orgasms that even the slightest hint of friction invokes senseless blubbering, your tongue lolling to the side in defeat. Wet, harsh slaps of skin against skin sweep the room, mixed with cries of ‘daddy,’ ‘please,’ and senseless nothings.

“Wanna see you cum.” It’s an order more than a request, grunted into the crook of your neck. His chest flattens against your back. It should feel suffocating, should feel disgusting, considering your body is gleaming with hours worth of perspiration, but you’re enamored with the warmth— engrossed by the way your skin sizzles at his touch. His fingers are secured at your hips, propping your ass in the air and pulling it against him with every piercing thrust. 

“N- no, can’t,” cheek still buried into the mattress, you muster whatever strength you have left and grip at his slick bicep behind you. He simply swats your hand away, takes your wrist between his slender fingers, and presses it into the bed. His thumb caresses the marks left by the cloth, savoring the aftermath of the punishment he inflicted. 

“You can and you will.” Despite the rasp in his voice, the command still holds authority over your forlorn frame and sends prickles down your spine. You feel yourself, yet again, creeping to the edge of an orgasm. “Cum for me.” 

It’s those three, simple words that have you seeing white. Breathless, your brows scrunch together and lips open into a wide ‘o’, but no sound comes out. Your whole body tenses, all senses overwhelmed by this final tidal wave of pleasure, and then finally goes slack. 

You’re officially done, body worked to the point of no return. A couple more snaps of his hips and Shouta follows, your name grunted loudly as he spills into you. 

For a long time you simply lay together silently, chests heaving with his body still splayed over yours. You know that eventually he’ll roll out of bed and make sure you’re all cleaned up. You always revel in the way he pampers you, taking his time to ensure he doesn’t miss a single inch of skin. If you weren’t so exhausted, he’d probably run a bath as well. 

Right now, the heat is finally proving too much for you, so you tap at his hip and he slides himself out of your raw core. 

“Ouch,” you wince at the friction, the ability to speak returning to you at last. The whole bottom half of your body is tender. It’ll be a miracle if you’re able to sit comfortably for the next few days. 

“Surprised you actually behaved,” he chuckles, flipping you over to hold you. His fingers rub lazy circles into your back and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You were so good for me.” 

“Not like you had me tied up or anything,” you poke a finger at his chest. “And to do paperwork at that.” 

“Oh,” a slow, smug smile inches across his face, “I didn’t get any work done.” You might just slap him.

“Shouta,” your voice is even, but your eyes pierce his, narrowed in disbelief, “what do you mean you didn’t get any work done?” His laugh rumbles through his chest. 

“Do you think I could really focus, hearing your screeching through the walls like that?” 

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For the made-up fic titles! "Adonis," "Barbed Wire," "Death After Life"

Hey Roci!

"Adonis" I've had the hardest time with that one even though it's my favourite. Fluctuating between 'a direct parallelism with the entirety of Adonis' lovers and Andrés' wives and then a twist with Martín' or just a character study of Andrés and his fixation on romanticism and reaching the height of the Romantics™ with his wives, etc, and between a "lolita"-like one shot from the pov of the older woman who was attracted to and loved Andrés when he was barely 16. (I even thought of a Río and Tokyo one where he dies instead lol) But my brain keeps going back to the one farthest in connection to the title in appearance:

(It's both inspired from other wips of mine AND your older brother Sergio writing). Basically Marquina and their mother have Sergio first and he's the apple of their eyes, but he's born sick and no matter how much better he gets, he always goes to sickness again. By the time he dies, both Marquina and the mother are completely drained, physically, financially, and mentally. A while after, Andrés is born. His mother dies shortly after the birth and it's just him and Marquina and the insumerable, silent grief he's carrying. Jesus never speaks about Sergio by name, he barely even speaks to Andrés at all, both disconnected from him and unable to move on from his first child to be a father to this one. But as Andrés grows a little older, he starts to comprehend that something he's always "known" and he makes Sergio this mosaic of the perfect son he could never get close to, but Sergio never really got the chance to become anything at all. In Andrés' little boy mind though, he gets more and more real by the second and he's eventually nothing but Andrés' own creation that he all idolizes, thinks is the "perfect friend" and perfect older brother who loves him and understands him and gives him all attention and care he's desperate for, and also deeply hates him for his own inability to be him amd detests him for being the one who died because if Andrés had died instead he would have been the perfect dead son and "won" at all of those things he lost at. He basically centralizes the Sergio he mostly made up in his deeply lonely life and broken bond with the only family he's ever had.

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"Barbed Wire" (you know that all I can think about is chicken!Andrés being kept in a coop behind barbed wire afaakak). Anyway, the real answer is: Cowboys Berlermo.

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"Death After Life" a crack taken seriously of a half-Zombie half-Human Martín eating Andrés' brain after he dies and getting to "know" Andrés through it and tries to walk in the footsteps of his life, following the visions, etc so much that Andrés gains some sort of consciousnesses inside Martín's head and becomes this "voice companion" thing to him. They reach a deal that Martín will haunt down those responsible for Andrés' death and kill them with Andrés' help and in return Andrés will guide Martín to all the places he kept his riches, diamonds, etc. And it goes off from there.

[percywinchester27]

A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-7)

Word count: 5K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: fluff, feels... like a lot of them ;)

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23​​​​ You da best <3

A lot like ‘Us’ masterlist

14th August 2008

It was the third time you were looking into the mirror, straightening the pleats of your dress and smoothening your hair. It absolutely refused to behave today. 

“Y/N!” Jo yelled from downstairs. “Sam’s here!”

Your heart beat reacted to the news before the rest of your body. You stared numbly at the reflection in the mirror and it stared back at you stupidly.

Sighing, you picked up the coat which you had washed and pressed, and folded it on your arm.

Sam met you at the base of the staircase just like the last time. 

“You-” he started to say; in your nervousness you cut him off. “I’m just gonna tell aunt El and Jo that we’re heading out.”

Your aunt was at the table chopping onions and Jo was grinning at you widely over the top of her book.

Ellen smiled, “Have a great time,” she said, then a little louder. “You have her home by ten, Samuel.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sam made a big deal out of bowing.

Jo winked at him and mouthed ‘hot stuff,’ which you weren’t supposed to see but did anyway and blushed.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, as Sam opened the door to his brother’s car for you.

“There’s really only one good place in the town,” he said apologetically. “Dean felt so bad about it that he even lent me the Impala. That way I can at least notch up some impression.”

You laughed and he gave you a winning look. The sort of look one would have on their face if they came across a twenty dollar bill out of the blue.

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, averting his eyes from the road just for a bit to look at you.

“I’m okay,” you answered, honestly. “I miss her awfully, and I feel lost sometimes, though the more I think about it, the more I feel relieved that she passed away peacefully and painlessly.”

She had been happy till the last day of her life, and you were trying to draw some peace out of that. Gran would have wanted you to.

“Here,” You handed him his coat, as you stepped out of the car in front of the restaurant. It was the same one that he had offered you on the day of the average birthday. You had never gotten around to return it.

Sam didn’t take it. “You hold on to it a little longer for me,” he said with a cryptic smile.

The restaurant was crowded, as was expected out of a Saturday night. The hostess met you at the door and when Sam gave her his name, she led you to a corner table. Sam pulled your chair for you like a true gentleman and then nudged the menu towards you.

You took a look at it, ordering the first thing that appeared familiar; some type of red sauce pasta. The table had lovely roses in a vase, with water sprinkled on them like dews. Underneath the vase and over the table was an expensive looking lace tablecloth. 

“You’re very quiet,” Sam said after a while. “What’re you thinking?”

“This,” you gestured towards the table in front of you and the restaurant in general. “I’ve never done this before.”

He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

He really didn’t know. “I come from a small town, Sam. We didn’t have fancy restaurants there. Just one crappy diner and few take outs, and I’ve lived there all my life. In fact, the only few times I went to a city was to Topeka; once with Aunt El when I was thirteen and then a couple of times with a neighbour, to help my Gran with some bakery stuff. I’ve just never been to a fancy restaurant before.”

It baffled you that Sam even wanted to date someone like you who knew so little about the world, when he had been to Stanford and then to Yale and New York. What could he possibly hope to find in common with you? 

You were expecting him to look at you funnily. Instead, you found wonder in his eyes. 

“Yet, you wanted to apply to universities so far away?”

You looked down at where his hands lay on the table, and nervously placed yours over his. At first his hand jerked, as if he hadn’t expected it, but then flattened against the table top, allowing you to cover it with yours.

“My dad was a lawyer,” you said. “First person from that town to ever actually get out and get a degree, and Gran was so proud of him. I don’t remember much, but I remember him getting smartly dressed in the morning and mom picking a tie for him and tying it around his neck. Every morning she would do that, and every morning he would swoop her in his arms and kiss her.”

The waiter arrived with your food, and you quickly jerked your hand back. Sam looked bereft at the loss of contact. He didn’t press you for conversation though. 

The spaghetti was good; mouthwateringly so and you worried about how much it cost. You wanted to split for the dinner, and there was just so much money you had. You were hoping that the food wasn’t so expensive that you wouldn’t be able to pay. Sam had ordered what looked like a somewhat unappealing salad. You wanted to offer him your spaghetti but weren’t sure if that was against the etiquette.

Uhhggg curses to the small town upbringing. You knew nothing about this sort of thing, or even how to talk to boys. Maybe telling them on the first date about how woefully limited your knowledge was of the world was actually a bad idea.

You were hell-bent on making it worse.

“When I said I’ve never done this before,” you said slowly, rolling the fork in your spaghetti. “I also meant that I’ve never been on a date before.”

“What?” His fork clattered into the bowl, the shock clear on his face. 

Maybe now you had done it. You still wanted to clear it up. “I just- I don’t want you to think I’m super cool or something, when I’m not,” you stressed. “I don’t want you to have any expectations from me that I won’t be able to live up to.”

“Y/N,” he said. “It’s not like that. I’m just surprised that I’m lucky enough to be the first person who had actually managed to convince you into going out with him. Can’t say I’m feeling too sorry about all the poor souls who didn’t get the chance.” He grinned. 

He was just so good with words. It did relieve you of some of your worry. 

“Seriously,” he insisted. “Please don’t think that. All week I was worrying if you had changed your mind.”

How could you not think like that? He was the male model adonis type, from the big city and you were just so inexperienced. Sure a couple of guys in high school had asked you out, but no one had ever appealed to you the way Sam had. There was just something about him that was reassuring, like he would never break your heart. Like nothing could ever go wrong when he was around. When he was gone, however, the worry that he didn’t feel the same way about you started to seep in.

You ate the rest of your dinner quietly, feeling a bit stupid. Way to ruin your first date. 

Afterwards, Sam absolutely denied splitting the bill even when you insisted. You noticed that he also tipped the waiter well.

You were upset with yourself as you walked out of the restaurant. After dreaming for days about how amazing it would be to finally go out with Sam, you had gone ahead and made a mess of it. Worrying about what must be going on in his mind, you turned towards the parking lot.

“Hey, you mind if we walk back?” Sam asked in an unsure voice. “Dean’s close-by and he always keeps a set of keys, he’ll drive the car back home.”

“Sure.”

It was cold outside, and the thin-strapped dress you were wearing was not helping with the wind at all. So you unrolled Sam’s coat and pulled it over, regretting that unlike the last time, it wasn’t smelling like him. He saw you rolling the sleeves up and smirked.

As you stepped onto the pavement, Sam offered you his hand and you took it gladly. Maybe the whole evening wasn’t ruined.

“Sorry I’m making you walk,” Sam confessed. “I didn’t want the night to end just yet. I feel like I’ve been a terrible date tonight.”

What? 

“I had a great time!” You protested.

“Did you? Really?” He looked chagrined. “I am still being terrible. I wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked the moment I saw you on the stairs; I didn’t. In fact you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. I didn’t tell you that, either.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. This felt unreal… not just because of his words, but because of how dazed he sounded.

“That’s not the only reason why I like you though,” Sam said hurriedly, as if he was scared of offending you. “It’s because you are one of the bravest people I know. Seeing you hold yourself at your Grandmother’s funeral, after losing everything… It was the hardest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.”

You had stopped walking. The two of you were simply standing in the middle of the sidewalk, hands interlocked.

“And you’re so bright, so ambitious. Despite every shit hand that you’ve been dealt, you want to make something of your life. You have goals and a desire to prove yourself. How could I not want to be with you?” His eyes were melting, and so were you inside.

“Beyond that, you are kind and patient,” he said. “And I never told you any of it. I thought of it, over and over and yet I never said a word. So of course I’m a bad date.”

He was standing so close now, close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face. You moved closer still and closed your eyes.

“What is it?” He asked softly. “Is it something I did? What aren’t you telling me?”

You placed your hands on his arms, more to steady yourself than anything. “I’ve never felt this way before, Sam,” you admitted. “I think of you all the time when I’m not with you, and when I’m with you, I feel giddy with happiness. I guess, I’m just scared that one day you’ll wake up and not find me interesting anymore.”

“Have you considered for a second that maybe I’m scared, too?” He asked. You opened your eyes and looked directly into his unearthly ones. They were reflecting the same need you felt, a strange and unknown hunger to touch, lean in just a bit closer and…

You gave in to that instinct just as he did, your lips colliding with each other’s. Sam was gentle at first, hesitant as he pressed his full lips against your bottom lip, drawing out the moment, but there was something desperate within you. You raised your hands and snaked your fingers through Sam’s hair- they were just as soft as you had imagined them to be- and dragged your teeth along his lower lip. Sam moaned into your mouth and his whole body shuddered. His muscled arms wrapped around your waist hoisting you up and he gave up on all attempts to be gentle, following your lead.

This was happening, you were actually kissing Sam. A giggled escaped you, and Sam pulled back, reluctance clear on his face.

“What?” He asked, face flushed, lips parted. You didn’t answer him, diving right into another kiss.

“One other thing,” Sam mumbled against your lips. “Of all the things that I should have said already, and I didn’t, I’m not going to hold back this one. It could be years and years from now, but I would never not find you interesting. I’ll never not want to just keep looking at you.”

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Sam’s POV:

“What the hell are you still doing here?” Jody asked, coming to stop over him.

“I ask myself that question everyday,” Sam said, without looking up from his laptop.

He could feel Jody roll her eyes. “Stop being a smartass. I meant aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Sam read through the last line and closed the file. In fact, he took his time to push away the laptop, then remove his glasses, clean them with the tip of his tie, before looking at his now colleague. Jody had been a new addition to the faculty when Sam had been a student here. She had been one of his favourite professors then. Now, she was staring down at him with amusement in her eyes.

“I don’t have to go in today,” Sam said. “Chase said he’ll fill in at the hearing. I can just look over the papers from here.”

“If I didn’t know better,” she said sitting down next to him. “I’d think you were finding reasons for sticking around.”

Sam did a double take, “What? What makes you say that?” Surely she didn’t mean it.

Jody laughed. “I’m kidding. What’s got your panties in a twist? Loosen up.”

“It’s just that I’m not used to being alone. And I worry about him all the time,” he sighed.

“You know what you need?” She said, “You need alcohol in your life! Make the most of the alone time. He’s a good kid, you know that. He can take care of himself.”

“I know,” Sam said, feeling lame.

“Seriously, what’re you doing Friday evening?”

Sam didn’t even pretend to consider. He didn’t have a social life. “Nothing much.”

“We’re getting you that alcohol.”

“Sure.”

“If you’re sticking around,” she said too nicely, “Why don’t you help me grade the assignments?”

“Yeah, no thank you,” Sam said firmly. “I got enough of my own and you’re not dragging me into your bundle.”

Jody tried to smack him, but Sam ducked to the side, grinning.

“Eh, it’s not that bad,” she waved her hand. “The fresh batch is actually pretty impressive. I heard you let them off easy with just a case brief for an assignment.”

“I figured with you guys setting up the heavy essays, I’d let it slide this time.” He stood up to gather his files.

“It’s not the only thing I heard,” Jody said, eyes on the papers in her hand. “Your TA, Paul, said you were particularly happy about one girl’s brief. What was her name again?”

Sam swore internally. “Y/N. Her name’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

She turned around to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “You remember the names already.”

He gave a noncommittal shrug. She didn’t press. “I actually checked through my stack for her essay, and what do you know! She’s actually gifted.”

Sam already knew that. He tried his best to not show it by attempting to look busy with his bag.

“It’s really funny,” Jody continued, looking at him curiously. “You know who her writing reminded me of? 

“Who?” He asked, already dreading the answer.

“You.”

“Really?” Sam said hurriedly packing his things.

“It’s actually quite weird,” Jody mused. “The same style of paraphrasing. And I’d know. You were one of my first students, and good, too.”

All packed, Sam turned and smiled tightly at her. “I’m still your favourite, though.”

“That you are, Winchester,” she winked. “Heading to the library again?”

“Yeah, I gotta return a book,” he said grimly.

Thankfully, it was only 4:30 and Molly was at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before her shift ended. She gave him a bright smile as he placed the book on the desk. “I need a huge favour,” he said urgently. “Can you quickly pull out the Development Control and Promotion regulations for San Jose? I need a specific hard copy. There are yellow tags on the pages.”

“Right up.” 

Molly disappeared into the shelves and Sam congratulated himself on finding a quiet place to  go through the references for the case he was working on, where no would quiz him about his past life. The solution for the case was in semantics, he knew that. It was still a lot of research and he needed to verify what his junior had sent him.

“Here you go,” Molly handed him the exact copy he had been working out of on Friday. “I don’t know why the hell you’re still living in the 90’s with paper tags, but to each his own.”

“Molly, you’re a lifesaver!”

She blew him a kiss and he went off to the farthest corner of the library. Sam had discovered this spot when he was a student here. No one ventured this far back, and it was well hidden from view.

He set up his laptop and got to work. It was all there. In bits and parts he put together a pretty good defense for his client. It did help that the client was wrongly accused of property damage to begin with, and the timeline of how things had gone down worked in his favour. Before he knew it, he had a rejoinder of his own ready to go for the next hearing. 

Sam stretched his arms, and looked up to see that it was dark outside. Already? 

He flicked his wrist to look at the watch. It was quarter past 7. Where had the time flown?

Sam craned his neck sideways to look at the librarians desk and there she was in front of the computer, looking intently into the screen. From here, Sam couldn’t see Y/N’s face. Just her profile. She wore a pale grey t-shirt and jeans underneath, not what she had worn to class today morning. Sam hated the fact that he noticed as well as remembered what she was wearing each day. He forced himself to look down and concentrate on the work at hand. He just had to phrase the concluding statements and it would be done. However, all the force that had been driving him for the past few hours seemed to disappear just like that. Try as he may, he got stuck on simple words. Soon he had read the same line five times. It didn’t help that he kept stealing glances at her.

This wasn’t like class, where he had so many eyes trained on him, where he was obligated to deliver a perfect lecture. No one was watching him now, which made it thousand times harder to keep his eyes off her.

She was busy working, completely unaware of his presence. Hadn’t she spent the past years like that? Completely unaware of what was happening with him. Anger burned bright and new within him. When he had read the brief about the Weather man case, he was already impressed before seeing who had written it. It had to be her! Sam had fought with himself over announcing her name in front of the whole class. But if it had been any other student, he’d have praised them, right? So he had to be fair and praise her, too. Never-mind that the words would burn on their way out. He had swallowed his feelings and done what was right.

Every little thing about her, may it be those cookies, or running into her in the corridors affected him to the point where it was all he could think about for the rest of the day. So had he been under the wrong impression all this time? Had he not moved on at all?

Y/N was still engrossed in her work, but as Sam looked closely, he soon realised that she was rubbing the nails of her hands against each other. Her feet were drawn up on the chair, under her legs and her shoulders were hunched. He squinted and could make out the slight shivering of her frame. She was cold.

He looked away. It wasn’t his problem. Y/N was hypersensitive to cold. She knew that very well, and made it a point to carry sweaters. If she was indeed that cold, she could just pull on one. 

Sam went back to his rejoinder, typing out two more sentences of the conclusion. However, his eyes kept flitting towards her, as she rubbed her hands. Y/N smiled at the people who came by, asking for books. By this point it wasn’t hard to see that her lips were quivering, maybe her teeth were chattering, too. There was no sweater nearby. 

There were so many reasons that stopped him from helping her. So many. And for all his anger and seething, all Sam wanted to do was go over and hug her so tight that she would stop shaking. He couldn’t. It wasn’t his place to do that anymore.

Sam’s fingers balled into fists in frustration and helplessness, nails digging into the flesh of his palms painfully.

Just then a girl came wandering over. She looked in her teens and Sam wondered what she was doing here. 

“Are you from the college?” Sam asked her, certain that he had never seen her before.

The girl gawked at him. “I’m seventeen, dude!”

Sam didn’t care what she was doing here, but the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. “Hey, if it’s not too much to ask, please could you help me with something?”

Reader’s POV:

It had been a slow morning  and an even slower afternoon. After Professor Mcleod’s class, the last one for the day ended, you decided to duck back to the apartment for a while. Madison asked you to hang out with her afterwards, but the thought of hanging out with Brad and the rest of that girl gang, didn’t appeal to you much. You had thought that you’d get over their raving about Sam, but the more you listened the harder it got. Neither could you say anything. You didn’t own Sam. So it was better to avoid them as much as you could for the sake of your own mental peace.

Since it was only two, you could actually catch some sleep before heading for the night shift which started at 6 pm and ended at 2 am. Usually everyone emptied out the library by then. You could clock in an extra hour if someone wanted to stay back. There was a Librarian’s room which you could use to catch your sleep, but from having worked two nights, you figured it was better to walk back home and grab a few hours in your own bed before classes. What was the point of living so close if you weren’t going to make the most of it?

The apartment building was too quiet and empty at this hour on a Tuesday. The only other people were Pam and Cas, both knocked out after the night shift. Even Kevin had to show up at work today. You contemplated whether to start reading for college but decided against it and headed to bed instead.

It turned out to be a bad idea, because given your track record of not waking up to the alarm lately, you slept on till the front door banged open. You sat up straight, disoriented. 

“Y/N?” Meg called, uncertainly. “You’re home?”

“Sure am,” you answered through a thick throat. Like an idiot you had fallen asleep in your morning clothes and were sweaty and icky now. 

Meg appeared at the door of your room. “Whoa, you’re sleeping! I thought you’d be at work.”

“Why would I be at work,” you said, sleepily, turning to the clock. “It’s only- 5:45! Shit!”

You jumped out of the bed and ran straight for the shower. 

“Doesn’t your shift start at 6?” Meg shouted from outside. She sounded amused and it only worked you up as you stripped at a super speed and got into the shower. The water was cold and it was all you could do to not yelp at the sting of it on your skin. Thankfully, Meg hadn’t stuck around in the living room, when five minutes later you made a beeline for your room wrapped in just one towel. At least you didn’t have to worry about what to wear this time. A pair of jeans and any top would do. On your way out, you grabbed your bag, laptop and keys.

“Meg, I’m so sorry I didn’t cook. I was just so tired, I fell asleep.”

Meg, who was filling her nails with what looked like a pen knife, gave you an incredulous look.

“Y/N, fuck dinner! I might just go out anyway,” she said, shaking her head. “You go go go!”

You muttered a thanks and then sprinted at full speed, coming to stop seven minutes later in front of the library.

Molly was fixing the slips for the day. 

“Molly, I’m so sorry- “

“Save it,” Molly waved her hand. “It’s just 6 o five.”

“Yeah okay,” you sat down, catching your breath.

“Hey listen,” Molly said, “There’s a few kinds from Palo Alto high school. They’re visiting with their teacher. That woman you see-” she pointed towards a middle aged woman who was breathing down a teenage boy's neck- “that’s her. The kids are well behaved, but they’ll stick around till dinner. You think you can manage?”

“Sure, I can do that!” 

“Good luck,” she gave you a thumbs up before leaving.

As had become your unwitting habit lately, the moment you were free of a conscious thought, your mind went to Sam. He had been so frequent to the library before- Molly had been clear about that- but since your joining, he had not shown up once. Maybe your face was still that repulsive to him.

Feeling dejected, you slid your bag under the table, plugged your laptop on charging and settled into the seat, ready to go through the night’s tasks. It didn’t take you longer than five minutes to figure out that you had left your sweater at home in all the hurry to get here. Suddenly, the conditioned air in the room felt ten times colder and you grabbed your arms, hugging yourself. Oh, this was going to be a terrible evening. You briefly contemplated calling Meg, then remembered that she might have gone out for dinner, and both Kevin and Jack were out. Even Pam and Cas would have returned to their night shifts by now. 

You would have to sit through this. 

The high school teacher came over and introduced herself, then pointed at the seven kids she had brought with her. You barely managed to listen to what she was saying though, trying your best to warm yourself by chaffing your hands against your arms. 

“Hey, you think you can grab a copy of Lord of the rings for me?” One of the kids asked, coming up to you.

You forced a smile. “I’ll have to check if we have that one. We d-don’t stock too much fiction here. You would find multiple editions of it in the Central Librar-ry th-though.” 

You typed in Tolkien in the catalogue. Somehow one copy was still there.

Shivering, you turned back to look at the boy. “We have t-two towers. If you’ll give me a minute, I can get it for you.”

Breathing in and out of your mouth, you walked to the shelf and retrieved the book for him.

“Here you go,” you said. “Be sure you h-hand it in b-before you go.”

Maybe you should call Meg anyway, you thought. There was no way you could get through the night like this with nails turning blue and your teeth chattering.

“Hey!”

One of the school girls was standing before you with a blank expression on her face. “Here.” She put down bunched up fabric in front of you.

Thoughtlessly you took it, unfolding it to realise that it was, in fact, a grey coat. The sort that was part of a three piece suit. You ran your fingers over the fabric. It was soft and expensive, but felt so warm.

“Put it on!” The girl said. “You look like you’re about to faint.”

You held up the coat. “W-Who gave this to you?”

“That dude sitting at the back,” she said. “He asked me to give this to you. That’s all I know.”

You twisted your torso to glance at the table the girl had pointed to. It was empty. 

Strange.

You put on the coat nevertheless, shivering violently as the fabric began to contain the body heat. Soon enough you stopped shaking completely, the warmth reminding you of happier, easier times. You walked around the corner to see who it was, but there was no one there. Shrugging you pulled the coat closer around, inhaling deeply. The scent of his cologne hit you like a ton of bricks. 

It couldn’t be.

You took a look at the coat again, remembering what Sam had been wearing in the morning. It was a grey suit- in fact, this very grey. Without thinking, you rushed back to the very end, looking for him, but he was most definitely gone, leaving you with his borrowed warmth. You sank in your chairs, tears blurring your vision. 

Sam was here… and he still cared.

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[thesetrashimagines]

The Man Pt.4

A Peaky Blinders Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: Fighting, blood, broken bones, losing of teeth, swearing, and a very vivid description of a bullet wound.

Illustration is from here. Creds to Jonathan McGonnell for the concept art.

Pt.3    Pt.5

Summary: The fights have begun.

AN: It’s another long one, sorry! Hope you like it though :)

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen!” You heard the microphone squeek to life then Peter’s voice boom through it. “I am so glad to see all of you here tonight! And look at all of those familiar faces!” Peter was the announcer tonight, said he didn’t want to go home to the missus all bruised up.

He went on his usually spiel about boxing and threw in some jokes here and there. You ignored him. Taking another look at yourself fully dressed, you were filled with anxiousness. Hercules was a lot bigger than you, but so was every man you fought. Most of their arms were the size of your head. You hopped from one foot to the other, to shake the feeling off. A series of knocks came from the door, “Adi? Nik is about to start.” You tossed everything back into your bag and went for the door. “Wanna go watch Nikki kick some arse?” Cal had the biggest smile on his face, “Yeah let’s go,”

Both of you walked to the front and saw a row of seats with some faces you recognized. The Shelby’s took up one end of the row, Finn sat next to the woman you saw at the store, ‘should’ve guessed she’d be here.’, then it was Polly, her son, the capped man, Tommy, and lastly Arthur. Sat beside Arthur was Theo and beside him was Dante. “You took long enough Adi.” “Bite me Dante.” He chuckled while you took the seat next to him and Cal planted himself in the unclaimed seat.

“Your lucky shorts?” Dante flicked his head to your shorts, “Yep.” You crossed your arms and leaned forward, “‘ello Theodore!” The large man shifted your way, and so did the Shelby’s along side of him. “Adi! Glad you joined us!” You smiled, “You know I wouldn’t miss one of Niks fights.”

Arthurs’ head poked out from behind Theos’ arm, “Ya think Nik will win?” You shrugged, “Can’t say. Don’t you want to keep it interesting?” “Why you know something we don’t?” Flashing a toothy smile you answered, “You’ve never watched Nikolai Elis fight?” He blinked, “That’s the Nikolai Elis?” Theo clapped a hand on Arthurs back, “Yes lad who’d you think we were? Amatuers?” Cal laughed and leaned over you, “Come on now Arthur you didn’t think Peter would be friends with just anbody?” The man stuttered, “I knew you lot were well known boxers but-”

Tommy interrupted, “Adonis, Cal. You haven’t met the rest of the Shelby’s have ya?” Looking to him you shook your head. “this is Pol, Ada, and John.” He pointed to each person, with a tight lipped smile you responded, “Hello.”

Cal waved, “Hi!” but your introductions got cut short by Peter jogging up to the mic. “Is everyone ready for a fight?” Cheers and whoops filled the arena. “That’s what we like to here! Alrighty, bring ‘em up.” Nik entered from the left side of the ring, you and the boys cheered for him. Dante called out, “You’ve got this one Nik!” He winked in your direction as a response. Then Isaiah entered from the right and most, if not all, of the Peaky Blinders stood up and cheered. “Kick his fucking arse Isaiah!” Finn shot a fist into the air which Isaiah returned. Then both Nik and Isaiah were called to the middle of the ring by Peter.

“Lads listen here now. I want a clean fight, this ain’t no backwater bullshit alright?” They nodded, “Okay so no hits to the groin, no stomping on each other, and no biting. Got that?” They nodded again. “Good! Ladies and gentlemen we have in the right corner, Isaiah Jesus!” Isaiah faced the crowd and rose both arms, “And in the left we have Nikolai Elis!” Nik waved an arm. “Okay let’s tap gloves boys and get on with it.” Both men stepped forward. Isaiah hit Nik’s hand and jumped back.

People started yelling immediatly. Isaiah jumped around for bit before taking the first plunge, almost as if he knew, Nik blocked the outstretched fist. They went in a circle, Isaiah went for another punch. This time Nik turned slightly and took it to his shoulder. Planting his feet firmly, Nik threw his first hit; punching Isaiah square in the face. The boy staggered back a bit, arms low to his side.

“Raise them arms Isaiah!” Arthur yelled. Isaiah’s arms came up to block his face, seeing his bare torso, Nik took his chance and hit Isaiah 3 times. Then he swung his arm back and delivered a left hook to the side of Isaiah’s ear. This time Isaiah jumped back and bounced on the balls of his feet to shake himself off. He watched Nik stand there in a defensive stance and stare at him. Isaiah ducked down and got underneath Nik’s arms. He punched over, and over, and over. You could hear Nik’s breath come out in puffs.

“The legs Nikki!” Dante added to your advice, “Fold him Nik!” Isaiah’s hits were getting weaker so Nik dropped his elbow into his shoulder. Then, while Isaiah had his back arched, Nik took a step and hooked his foot behind Isaiahs knee and pulled. The ring shook from the impact and the bell rung. Nik waited for Isaiah to get up before going into his corner. Cal stood and walked over to him, you could see them talk to each other then share a fistbump. Cal came back over and whispered to the 3 of you, “He’s gonna take him out this next round. Said he’s done playing nice after that kid tried to beat his kidneys to a pulp.” You all chuckled and focused back on the fight.

Nik stuck to his word. In the first few minutes he let Isaiah tire himself out, every punch Isaiah gave, Nik blocked. Then in just seconds Isaiah was out. Nik hit Isaiah in the gut causing him to hunch slightly, a right hook to his jaw, and an uppercut to finish him off. Isaiah rolled over onto his stomach and his blood dripped onto the floor. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Nik grabbed Isaiah’s leg and bent it towards his head. The sound in the arena was deafening but you could still hear the pained groans coming from Isaiah. He slapped the ring floor. Nik dropped his leg and stepped away from the boy as people came into the ring to help him stand. “And we have a winner! Nik Elis!” Peter raised Nik’s arm into the air. You all shot up clapping and cheering.

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Finn and Dante stood facing each other as Peter went over the same set of rules. Then bumped gloves. Right off the bat Dante hit Finn with a round of punches to the stomach. The quick attack took Finn off guard but he recovered and swung at Dante, hitting him in the face. You could tell that Finn had more of a ‘prefessional’ way to his fighting style. His throws were more thought out than Isaiah’s. Though his defense against kicks needed to be brushed up on. Dante saw this and went with everything he had. “He’s kicking the shit outta that kid.” You turned to Cal, “That’s gonna get him in the end.” “Good we’ve told him enough times to conserve his engery in matches.” Theo grunted in agreement and folded his arms, “ ‘e’s gonna get a good one to the face in a minute.” On que Finn hit Dante with a left hook to the jaw. Dante spat out blood and smiled. He was riled up now. The two of them dodged and blocked, their speed was almost equal, almost. Dante took a step to the left and Finn mirrored but as soon as Finn settled into his stance, he dropped. Dante had roundhouse kicked Finn in the face, Cal stood up and cheered, “Atta boy Dante!” At the call of his name Dante looked up and gave another bloody smile. In his moment of distraction Dante failed to notice Finn getting ready to kick his feet from under him.

Now both men wrestled on the floor trying to get the other into a lock. In the end Finn was able to secure Dante arm behind his back. Dante hated tapping out, you could see his mind go through every possible way to get out. 

“Don’t let go of his hand Dante!” Theo called out.

While laying on the floor Dante held out a thumbs up. And with whatever strength Dante had left he used and got out from under Finn. Moving quickly, Dante put Finn into a headlock and gave him 2 punches to the face. Finn twisted himself out of Dante’s hold and threw a fist to the side of his face. Dante took a few steps back and Finn followed, he didn’t stop until he was against the ropes; he jumped backwards into them and allowed them to send him forward into Finn. Knocking both of them down, Dante put Finn into a leg lock. They lid there on the floor for a bit with Finn trying his hardest not to tap. Eventually he did. “Winner by forfeit, Dante!” You all stood up again and celebrated.

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There was a small intermission before the next match. “Cal!” Bonnie Gold came bounding over to your small group, “Bonnie!” Cal jumped up and hugged him. “We’re fighting next,” Cal nodded, “Yeah can’t wait to see what new tricks you’ve got” Bonnie said hello to the rest of you and began talking. His father came shortly after and said they had to get go. “I’m gonna get my arse handed to me.” You giggled at Cal, “Yes you are and I have front row seats.”

Nik and Dante came back to join you. Theo looked over and smiled at Dante, “Look at that lip.” Dante smiled back the best he could, “What you want me to give ya a kiss Theo?” He pouted his lips out, “Yeah Theo give us winners a kiss.” Nik joined in and started to make kissing sounds. “Oi piss off you!” Theo put his arms out to hold back the two of them.

From the microphone, Peter cleared his throat.

“As most people know these next two fighters have versed before,” Almost as to prove they knew each other, Cal and Bonnie climbed into the ring and wrapped their arms around one another. “You’d guess these two were married. Look at ‘em!” The audience laughed. Peter broke them up, “Get in your corners now, can’t spend the whole night holding each other.” He went over the rules again, “I gotta add an extra special rule for this one. Bonnie, you cannot go pulling Cal’s beautiful ‘air okay?” Cal secured his hair back and yelled out ‘thank you!’ while people laughed and Bonnie nodded. With both men in their corners, Peter stood back and signaled for the bell to ring.

They began side stepping around in a circle. Cal took the first jump forward and threw a punch towards Bonnie’s face but his fist made contact with Bonnie’s forearms instead. Cal went for the torso next, he landed a few shots before Bonnie swung and hit him in the jaw. The force of Bonnie’s hit almost made Cal’s head spin. Bonnie got him good. Cal took a few steps back and shook his head, a few hairs coming loose. 

Then as Bonnie went to go for another hit, Cal stepped to the right and hit Bonnie with a combo; two punches to the ribs and one to the side of the head. Bonnie spun around quickly and threw up his arms in defense, Cal tried to kick him in the stomach but Bonnie grabbed his leg and shoved it forward, sending Cal onto his back. Cal didn’t stay down for long though, he threw his bottom half up and jumped once his feet touched the floor. Standing to his full height, he faced Bonnie again. Bonnie kicked Cal a few times in the ribs and Cal made sure to keep his hands high. While Bonnie was winding up for another kick Cal stepped forward and landed a hard punch to Bonnie’s cheek. This time Bonnie’s head swiveled. Cal took a moment to laugh but it was short lived because Bonnie punched him in the eye. He hit the floor like dead weight.

“Fucking hell Bonnie!” Everyone watched Cal curl up and cover his face, “Why’d you go for my money maker!?” Bonnie keened over in a fit of laughter. Cal scooted over to Bonnie and grabbed his arms then rolled on top of him, throwing as many punches as he could before Bonnie put up his arms. Bonnie did put up his arms but not in the way people were expecting, he put his hands onto the back of Cal’s neck and shot his knee up. Cal fell to the side and lid down on his stomach then shot a hand out and slapped Bonnie hard on the pec three times.

Peter ran over to see if Cal was really tapping out, “And the winner is Bonnie Gold!” Bonnie helped Cal up and then they patted each other on the backs. Cal was passed off to the medics and Bonnie hobbled along after them.

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“How’s Theo as a fighter?” Tommy’s voice made you jump, “Theo?” You turned yourself towards him and Arthur. “He’s as good as a guy that’s 226 centimeters tall.” Nik leaned forward to add on, “He’s light on his feet too.” Both men nodded.

“Isn’t Goliath Solomons’ nephrew?” Tommy looked a little surprised, “You know Alfie?” You scoffed, “Who doesn’t?” You mentally winced at the slip up, it probably wasn’t the best idea to tell Tommy that you’ve worked for Alfie before. Ignoring the look Tommy gave you, you turned back to Peter as he took to the middle of the ring again.

“You lot are going to enjoy this one. To make it simple, these men are giants.” Goliath climbed into the ring, “Goliath and-” Theo stepped over the ropes, “Theodore!”

Theo isn’t a agressive, or even violent, man. But watching him box would make you highly doubt that he wasn’t.

It didn't take long after tapping gloves when Theo threw his first hit. It was an uppercut and he landed it. There was a small space of time where Goliath was getting into his stance, and that's when Theo struck. The unexpected hit really threw Goliath off. He was stumbling a bit before finding his footing. He swung aimlessly at Theo, which Theo easily avoided.

Coming back from the dodge, Theo gave Goliath a left hook to his ribcage then another to his right side. Theo bounced back, ready for whatever was thrown at him. Goliath stepped forward, he seemed a little more in the moment now. Theo noticed and raised his arms and hunched, being taller than most of his opponents meant he had to crouch down more to limit the unprotected space of his torso.

Goliath jabbed at Theo's sides and even threw a few punches to Theo's forearms that were blocking his face. Wanting to tire out Goliath, Theo gave a quick succession of easy to dodge hits. Taking note of the shorter man slowing down, Theo knew his fist would be able to break Goliaths defense. So shifting his weight to his back foot, Theo swung his dominant arm forward straight into Goliath's forearms. And just as he predicted, his hand went straight through and made contact with Goliath's face. His entire head shot back from the force. Not letting the moment go to waste, Theo threw another left hook to Goliath's face.

You watched the tooth fly out of Goliath's mouth, "Knock his fucking teeth out Teddy!" You looked up to see Cal standing and hollering at Theo.

"Hey look there's the tooth," Nik nudged your arm and pointed down at the ground where the bloody tooth sat. "Should I pick it up? You know as a souvenir." You shook your head with a laugh, "By all means, go for it." Nik kneeled down and grabbed the tooth.

Looking back up to the fight you saw Goliath swaying. He wasn't gonna last much longer. Theo's light blue gloves had dark red smears on them and when he flicked his wrists, the blood went everywhere.

Theo's next few moves happened fast. His fist hit Goliath's stomach, which sent the boy waddling backwards. Then with another big wound up, he gave Goliath the winning blow. And like a sack of potatoes, Goliath dropped to the floor.

"Knock out!" Peter ran into the ring and put his hand on Theo's back, "And your winner is Theodore!" You and the boy were freaking out. While cheering you looked to the side and gave Thomas a wink.

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You were up next, the last fight of the night. You versus Hercules. The crowd was yelling both of your names, you tried not to let it get you worked up. Being nervous about these kind of things was bad ‘Come on YN you’ve done this thousands of times.’ Maybe it was the thought you might go too far in this fight, that you might hurt Hercules more than intended. ‘Stop thinking like that, you’re not gonna kill him.’ You slapped your face a few times to snap out of it.

“This has been the fight we’ve all been waiting for, Adonis versus Hercules! The fight between gods!” You cringed.

“Hey kid you’re up.” You smiled in thanks to the man opening the door and walked into the arena. Making sure to keep your shoulders back and head held high, you hopped into the ring and not too long after Hercules joined you. He had to be a little over six feet tall. With his strawberry blonde hair styled in a fashionable way and a stupid smirk on his face, he raised his arms to greet the crowd. 

You looked around till your gaze fell on the row filled with your friends and new acquaintances. Cal, with his bruised face, hollered while Dante and Nik laughed, Theo smiled and nodded towards you. You gave them a smile and shifted your gaze to the Shelby’s. Ada and Polly were grinning, Finn and Isaiah were looking at you and talking to one another, John was leaned back in his seat with a smug look on his face, Arthur was grooming his mustache in thought, and Tommy just stared at you like he was trying to pick you apart. ‘The fucks his problem?’

“I’m sure you both have heard me go over the rules enough times tonight but-” Peter dragged on about the rules, “Now let’s have a good clean fight.” Hercules nodded and you looked at him expressionless. Peter gestured with his arms for you two to tap, then the bell rang.

You knew Hercules was going to go for the first hit, the confidence oozed out of him. You raised your arms in defense and danced around on your feet, you heard Hercules laugh before he followed you around the ring. You could tell that the fact you weren’t saying anything or showing any emotion was bothering Hercules. He let out a grunt then shot his arm out. Seeing his fist coming towards you, you ducked and went underneath his arm, ending up behind him. He turned to face you again and took another swing, you went underneath his arm again. You waited to see if he would pull the same move again or change his tactic. He didn’t. When his third attempt came towards you, you leaned to the side and gave a right hook to his head then, a straight punch from your left hand to his stomach. He let out a burst of air and hunched over slightly. You bounced around him then sent a swift kick to his back which made him take two steps forward.

You backed up to the other end of the ring. Again you watched and waited.

Hercules stood up straight and turned to look for you, his eyebrows rose when he noticed you were a few feet in front of him. He bounced on his feet and rushed to you, taking a step to the left you hit him in the ribs. Hercules stuck out his arm and turned around fast. His forearm smacking you in the face, your head whipped back and you could hear a few people let out an ‘oooo’. Going with his momentum, Hercules threw a punch to your stomach. You keened over and stumbled backwards, you stayed hunched as Hercules’s thundering steps came at you, he threw another hit to your side. You felt your stitches pop. But you ignored the pain. Hercules put a hand in your hair and went to hit you in the face but you pushed yourself back, out of his reach, and kicked the back of his knee. Now a good foot shorter, you put Hercules’s in a headlock and punched him the face. Two, three, four times you wailed on him before Peter and a few other men came to separate you from the bloodied Hercules. People were yelling at you saying how you were cheating, ‘How am I cheating by using his own move against him?’ You scoffed a laugh and stood in your corner. Nik came rushing over.

“Good play Adi!” He was smiling from ear to ear. “What’s the plan?” Meeting his eyes you shrugged, “Maybe knock the fucker out.” You picked up your water canister and took a gulp, “Well you got him good” Nik had his arms up on the rope leaning against them. “I know.” You watched his eyes widen, “Your side’s bleeding!” You put the canister back down, “I know. I already told the medics it’s just a small scratch.” Nik put his head on his folded arms, “I shouldn’t be surprised.” You ruffled his hair and smiled, “Stop worrying, I’ve got a fight to win.”

“Let’s get our lovely fighters back in the middle!” At Peter’s words Nik patted your shin and smiled back, “Good luck YN.” You stared at the back of his head as he walked back to his seat. 

You stalked forward and looked at Hercules in the eyes then glanced up, his left eyebrow was split. “Alright we had a good first round, keep it up.” Peter dropped his hand between the two of you and got out of the ring. Hercules immediatley threw a punch at your face, no doubt trying to get you back for splitting his brow. But his fist smacked into your arms as you raised them to protect yourself. Hercules then threw a hit to your unprotected torso though before he made contact, you swung a right hook into the side of his face, making his head turn with it. He took one step to the right and you landed another hit to his jaw. He finally put his right arm up to block you. You could tell he was a little dazed so you jumped backwards as he swung about blindly. You wanted this to be a fair fight, you wanted everyone to watch you knock him out with nothing but pure skill.

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“He’s like a snake,” Nik looked to his side and saw that Polly had taken Theos seat. “Huh?” She smiled, “he reminds me of a snake. Sitting back and watching for his prey’s next move, and when the moment is right, he strikes.” Nik chuckled, “I guess so.” Cal looked at Polly in confusion, “Adi? a snake? Noooo, if anything he’s a puma. Stalks his food when he’s hungry and when he’s full, takes a nap in the sun.” Cal and the rest of the men laughed, “Yes cause if it’s anything that Adonis enjoys, it’s sleep.” Nik turned back to Polly, “If we’re being honest with you here Polly, Adonis has this, sixth sense almost. It’s like he knows what his opppenents are going to do. He can read anybody like a book.”

Polly raised her brows, “He can read people?” Dante leaned forward, “He’s like a dog, he knows when somethings up. It’s like his senses are heightened.” Next to Polly, Tommy spoke. “By the sounds of it, Adonis is an entire zoo.” Dante laughed and shook his head, “Now you’re getting the hang of things Tom!”

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You studied Hercules while he came back from his dazed state. His jaw was starting to get develope a welt and blood trickled down his face from the split in his brow, and his eye were deadset on you. There was anger in his eyes, you could see that from a mile away, he was mad you were beating him so easily.

The taller man got back into his stance and started walking in a circle which you copied. You started closing the circle and Hercules followed, now you were standing a few feet away from each other. Hercules smirked at you and in return you stared blankly. His fist shot forward and hit you in the cheek, you quickly put up your arms and tried to stand your ground but with the force behind Hercules’s punches, it was getting harder. You had to think fast. So you dropped to the floor, you weren’t near anything so Hercules couldn’t trapped you, it seemed like a good idea in the moment but of course something had to go wrong.

When getting to the floor your foot slipped, making you land on your back. The bottom of Hercules’s boot was all you could see. You raised your arms and blocked the foot, in the distance you heard the bell ding and people yelling. Wrapping your hands around Hercules’s leg you pulled him down and tossed him to your side but before you could get on top of him, arms pulled you back. “Adi I’ve got you mate, I’ve got ya.” Peter. You spun around, “If he fucking does that again Peter, I swear to God I’ll-” Peter put his hands up to calm you down, “I know what you’ll do Thomas told me and Nik what happened in the Garrison.”

You blinked at him a couple of times, “Oh...”

“Yeah oh. You have some explaining to do after this.” You laughed, “Of course dad.” You touched his arm and went back into your corner. You could hear the harsh whispers being thrown at Hercules. He diserved it after all, making an illegal move like that.

“One sitation to Hercules.” Peters voice was strick in the microphone. “In the middle please,” Peter looked between the two of you. “Kicking is off the table because apprently someone can’t follow the rules.” Peter was talking only to the two of you now. “You make that move again and you’re out, got it?” Hercules sighed, “Yeah I got it after the first ten fucking times you told me.” Peter’s jaw glenched. “Fight!.” He dropped his arm and left the ring.

You didn’t wait this time. You threw 3 quick hits to Hercules stomach. Then an uppercut when he bent over. With his head tilted back, you shot punch after punch into his ribcage. At some point you felt a bone snap under your gloves. Hercules shouted out in pain. 

He grabbed one of your out stretched arms and bent it behind your back. He was gonna try and get you to summit. Thinking 5 steps ahead of him, you slipped your hand out of his and slid it up to just above his elbow. Your back was to his chest and then you bent your knees and started to pull. You put your other hand onto his neck when his head came to the side of yours and just like that, Hercules was flat on his ass in front of you with his arm twisted up.

He tried grabbing you with his opposite arm but with every move you would step just out of reach. You leaned down the tiniest bit and spoke into his ear, “If you move anymore you’ll dislocate your shoulder.” He scoffed and went to grab you again, “A small thing like you couldn’t do shit.” He started to get up.

You twisted his arm a little further and he screamed and grabbed at the shoulder joint, “You’re gonna break it!” You rose a brow, “I remember saying if you moved anymore you’ll be the one to break it.” He let out another yell, “If you think I’m tapping out, you’re fucking wrong!” You shrugged your shoulders, “Alright.”

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“What’s he doing?!” Cal was freaking out, “I don’t know...” Theo answered, “maybe he’s waiting for him to tap?” Dante let out some air, “After his boot nearly squished him? No he’s gonna break his arm.” Nik rubbed his face, “Adonis won’t break his arm.”

“You sure about that?” Nik looked to his right, past Polly and Tommy, to see John. “It’s a pressional fight, Adonis knows the rules.” John nodded slowly then looked back to the ring, Nik stared for a bit longer then followed suit.

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Guess you had to go with your first plan. ‘Knock the fucker out’

Hercules was on his feet but in a crouched position and still holding onto his shoulder. You felt the arm in your hold try to bend forward, ‘Maybe I should let him.’  You thought to yourself.

If you let go right now he could only do one of two things: Spin around and try to get at you, or, Stand up and try to get at you. You sighed, pulled back his arm just the smallest amount then dropped it. Hercules let out a yelp and held his sore shoulder. You didn’t move. “Get out of there Adi!” It was Dante, you felt the sides of your mouth curl at the thought of the 4 men sitting together and worrying over their ‘little brother’.

Hercules’s shadow pulled you back into the fight, he was standing up. It didn’t take long for him to throw a punch to your face. You knew he split your lip when it felt wet, ‘fucksake.’ You brought your hands up to your face and dodged the next swing. You noticed Hercules was only one of his arms to punch and was using the other as a blocker, this gave you an idea. Leaning away from his swing, you planted your foot behind you and used the power of your legs to throw a hook to the vulenarable part of his face. He staggered to the side. You stepped with him and threw another hook, his arms lowered a little and that’s when you hit him. Right in the center of his face, a sickening crunch filled the air and blood poured down his face. He started to fall back and you hit him again. Hercules eyes crossed and he slumped to the floor.

Peter slid into the ring and raised your right arm, “We have our winner! Adonis!”

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You were sitting in the changing room staring at your bruised face, “Could’ve been worse I suppose...” Just as you were about to pull off your shirt, knocks and yells sounded from outside your door. “Adi you bastard!  Let us in!” You sighed, “Okay! Don’t get your panties in a twist Cal.” Opening the door you let the bodies flood in. Strangers were first to enter. Then the boys stumbled in; Theo, Cal, Dante, and Nik. Then some of the Shelby’s followed, Arthur, John, and Finn while Tommy, Ada, and Polly hovered around the doorway.

Next thing you knew you were being lifted in a bear hug and shook around, “Ahaha our little Adi knocked that fucker out!” You let out a wheeze, “Theo I can’t breath.” He dropped you and clapped a hand onto your shoulder, “You wrecked him mate!” You smiled, “That was the plan I guess.” Words of congratulations were said by mostly everybody.

Dante was sat on the counter, “I swear to God you were gonna break his arm.” You laughed, “It’s funny you say that cause Hercules said the same thing,” You squeezed through the crowd, getting patted on the back while doing it. You reached the mirror and looked at yourself again then to Dante, “I told him if he moved anymore he’d disslocate his shoulder. Then the cunt said I couldn’t do shit to ‘im.” You turned on the faucet and washed the blood, Hercules’s blood, from your face and neck. “Showed him didn’t I?” Dante chuckled and shoved you, “You did more than that Adi.”

You could hear Nik shooing people out of the room. “D’you know any of them?” You looked to the crowded hall, “No.” Nik pushed Ada, Polly, and Tommy into the changeroom, “Can’t have you lot fending for yourselves out there.” Ada laughed, “I don’t think anyone has said that to a Shelby before.” Nik put his hand on her back as he walked around her, “Well theres a first for everything huh?” John was glaring at him, “What’s that suppose to mean?” Nik was beside you looking over your injuries, “It means that not everyone has to be alone and fight against the world by themselves.” He turned your face towards him, “So philosophical Nikki.” He slapped your cheek lightly, “You don’t even know what the word means.” You pulled back in shock, “I do so!” Nik leaned on his hip on the counter and rose his brows, “What’s it mean then?” Theo opened your bag and dug around for a bit. “Don’t answer him Adonis, you’ll just embarass yourself.” Your jaw dropped, “Aren’t you suppose to be on my side?” Cal and Dante looked at each other and busted out laughing, “What’s got you two cackling?” Cal’s head was tilted back and Dante was holding his stomach, “Adi...” Dante gasped, “Adi...you should know,” Another wheeze, “We never listen to you.” Theo chuckled and walked over to you with a clean shirt in his hand, “Awe don’t pout little brother,” He pinched your cheek, “I’ll knock you on your fucking ass Theodore.” You swatted his hands away.

“Are you always bickering?” You all looked at Polly and Nik answered, “Only sometimes.” You broke eye contact and snatched the shirt out of Theo’s hands, “Do you think you could steal a med kit for me?” Nik pinched the bridge of his nose while Cal spoke up, “Do you want me to just go get one of their medics?” You shook your head, “No I don’t like ‘em”

“Why don’t you like ‘em? They’ll fix you up for free and you can stop stealing shit.” You looked at John, “They’ll half ass it and for your information I only went to the hospital in the first place because-” Peter opened the door. “What’re you yelling about now?” Nik faced him, “Adonis wants to snag a kit from one of your medics.” Peter groaned, “Adi we’ve been over this, they are qualified-”

“I don’t care! I couldn’t give a flying fuck if they’re qualified.” You turned to John and pointed a finger at him, “I also don’t have to explain shit to you.” Your fist clenched the fabric in your hand. “I need some fucking air.” You shoved Peter out of the way and left.

“Adi!”

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“Look what you’ve done now.” Dante said. “Me?! The fucking kid knows my team is legit!”

“Yes but you know how he is!” Dante had his arm out in the direction of the door, “And hows that?” Dante looked to Ada who was sitting on a chair across from him. “He’d rather do things himself. Trust me it took him forever to even let Nik come near him in a 100 mile radius with a fucking dishcloth.” Nik slouched on the counter, “He doesn’t have the best track record with doctors.” Peter huffed a laugh, “He doesn’t have the best track with fucking anybody apparently,” Peter looked to the others, “Did he tell you he broke into their pub?” He jutted his head to Tommy and Arthur. “Peter-”

“No Nik he’s hiding shit from us and I’m done with it.” Cal groaned, “Peter we know he’s into some dodgey stuff.” Peter gawked at Cal, “Dodgey stuff? Cal he killed three men and left on the fucking floor!” The room was silent for a moment. “Did he really?” Tommy looked to Theo’s hazel eyes, “Yeah.” He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I guess it makes sense.” Peter put both hands to his face and took a deep breath, “Please Theo, mate, elbrorate.” Theo pulled his shoulders back and spoke, “He leaves for weeks on end with no communication, he doesn’t own a single thing except for whats on his back, and the every growing list of shit he can just do. I don’t know how you never put two and two together Peter, but it’s pretty obvisous Adi isn’t just a boxer.” Peter seemed to calm down when the rest of the group nodded, “I guess I never thought of it like that.” Cal walked over to him and put his arm around Peter’s shoulders, “We never want Peter McFought to think to hard or you’ll blow a casket old man.” The room dissapaited into quiet chuckles.

“So he is an assassin?” Nik glanced at Finn, “Hes a handy man and we’ll leave it at that.” Finn nodded.

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You wanted to yell, you wanted to punch something, you wanted to break down. But you couldn’t, you wouldn’t do that to yourself.

The cold outside air burned your heated skin. You were at the back of the building in the small alleyway, it was quiet except for the rumble of cars in the distance. It was nice.

You leaned against the wall and ran your hand through your hair, taking a deep breath. ‘I need to leave soon.’ You pulled at your sticky red stained shirt and scoffed a laugh. ‘All I asked for was a fucking med kit. A med kit! And he acted like I told him I slept with his wife!’ You let out another scoff before the firey rage came back and you turned around to punched the wall a couple of times. The air stung your open knuckles, you watched the blood crawl down your fingers and drip onto the pavement.

“Adonis?” Your shoulders stiffened, “Yes Polly?” You heard her heels click on the concrete then felt her hands cradle your own, “Now there was no need for this.” You ripped your hands out of hers, “Don’t fucking tell me about what I need to do.” You looked down the alleyway, “I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Her hand touched your chin lightly and turned your head towards her, “I know love.” She slid her hand down your neck and settled it on your chest. “How ‘bout we go and get you all fixed up hmm?” You grabbed her wrist and dropped her hand then nodded, “Ladies first.” She smiled at you and walked back into the building, she looked over her shoulder once in awhile to make sure you were still following her.

She opened the dressing room door and waltzed in, “He’s alright now.” Everybody was sat down at this point. You could feel their eyes all on you as you walked up to the sink and started washing the dried blood away. “You okay Adi?” Nik had his head tilted trying to catch your gaze, “I didn’t mean to yell at all of you.” He smiled kindly and put a hand on your shoulder, “It’s alright mate we shouldn’t have over stepped.” You finally met his eyes, “No Peter was right,” You tuned to face the rest of the room, “I’ll just go see one of your guys.” Peter’s eyes widened, “Adi you don’t have to, I know how you feel about doctors,” You put up a hand, “Yeah well I’m gonna have to get over it at some point, so let me put on my big boy pants and get this fucking thing over and done with.” Peter stood up slowly and left the room.

“So why are you afraid of doctors?” Ada let out a groan, “Arthur you can’t just ask that!” He turned to face his sister, “Why not?” She glared at him, “Because it’s rude.” You attention was caught by the flame lighting Tommy’s cigarette. He took a long drag and let the cloud of smoke out.

“Adi?” You looked to Dante, “Hm?” He looked to the floor surrounding you, “You’re hands are dripping blood everywhere.” You flexed your hand, “Yeah they are. Hope you don’t mind a little blood Tom.” He let out another cloud, “It’s not like I haven’t cleaned up blood left by you before.” You laughed, “Yeah I guess not.” You sat on the floor, “You wanna know something? I still haven’t been paid for that yet.” He let out a chuckle, “No?” You shook your head then lid down with your arms propped behind your head, “Nope. Imagine that, getting sent into a gun smugglers barn, full of armed men, then getting chased and shot at, just to end up in a little pub with the fucking three musketeers trying to kill you.” You shook with laughter, “I couldn’t even keep the nice car either cause you lot shot it up.” John laughed, “What’d you expect? Just to leave?” Before you could answer, Peter and a man with a large bag entered the room.

“Mr. Adonis?” The medic looked around the room for you, “Get up off the floor!” You put a hand out and gave the ‘gimme’ fingers, “Help me up please?” Nik grabbed your hand and hauled you up, “Excuse me Mr. Adonis, I’m gonna have to ask you to please take off your shirt.” Nik froze, “Could we go somewhere else and do this?” His head whipped around to look at you, “Uh well sir there isn’t any better place than here.” He saw you clench your jaw then smile, “I’m gonna keep my shirt on thanks but, do you have any morphine in there? My stitches ripped open in the ring,” Everyone watched you pull up your shirt to just above the wound, “Oh shit. Yes, yes I have morphine.”

The wound was terrible. Just like you said the stitches were ripped open and the skin that once held the thread, looked torn, almost shredded. Blood was crusted around the wound in a weird oval shape while some was still wet and began to trail down your side slowly. You could tell that all the moving you did ripped the edges of the wound, making it longer horizontally.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You looked up to Cal, “Feeling woozy?” He closed his eye and flipped you off. “Can I ask how you got this?” The medic handed you a small bottle of morphine. “It’s a gun shot wound.” He knelt to the floor and looked closer, “Are you sure? this doesn’t-” You finsihed the bottle and tossed it to the ground with a clank, “I’m pretty fucking sure yeah, cause I pulled the bullet out myself. It looks like that because of the fight. You know the stitches tried to keep it closed but then I got hit and it all tore open again.” You looked down at his head, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Adonis,” Peter growled out your name, “knock it off.” You looked to Nik and then jumped back, “Ow fuck! Don’t go sticking your fucking fingers in there you twat!” The man pulled back, “Sorry! Just tryna to make sure there isn’t anything else in there.” You glared at him, “I told you I pulled the bullet out myself. There isn’t any of it left. It was a clean shot from behind, the gun was shit so that’s why it didn’t blow all the way through.” The man on the floor nodded, “Okay I believe you.” You squinted at him, “Just stitch it up and get out.” Peter was about to say something but Nik put a hand to his chest and gave him a look that said ‘don’t’

The morphine had kicked in when he started to thread the needle through your skin, “Since the skin is ripped, the stitches are going to be fragile. Meaning no more fights.” You nodded. “No more fights, got it.”

“All done.” The medic stood up, “Good now leave.” You dropped the edge of your shirt and faced away from him. The door closed, “You’ve got some nerve.” You picked up the discarded shirt you threw in your earlier rage, “Yep.” You tossed the shirt into your bag and then you reached for your water cannister and did the same. “Arthur, Tommy.” You stopped yourself and looked at them, “Your money's over there.” You pointed to a briefcase that was under the counter. “It was nice to meet the rest of you,” You tipped your head towards the rest of the Shelby clan.

“I’m going home now.” You hoisted your bag onto your shoulder and left, still dressed in your boxing gear

“Why is he being so dramatic.” Cal scratched his beard, “He’s pissed off.” Dante scoffed at Nik, “Yeah no shit.” Theo stood up, “I’m going with ‘im” He left out the open door.

“Oh for fuck sakes.” Peter lifted his arms up and then back down. He crouched down and picked up the briefcase. “I hope this can help you forget about the last few minutes.” He handed the case to Tommy, “It’s alright Peter, we all have our moments.”

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When you got home you stripped out of your gear and put on a clean tank top and some briefs. You felt tired so you went upstairs and lid down in bed. After laying there for what felt like hours, you couldn’t fall asleep. 

There was a thud downstairs then there was some harsh whispers. ‘Are they back?’ You stood up and walked down the steps. At the bottom of the stairs, standing in your livingroom was 4 men all dressed in dark clothing. 

“Can I help you gentlemen?” Their heads shot up to you, then one of them held up a pistol to your head, “You’re the one who fucking killed my men.” He gestured his gun to the side, “So this is how it’s gonna work, you come with me nice and quietly and tell me who you work for or,” He cocked his gun, “I blow your fucking brains out right now.”

‘Fuck.’

And that’s part 4! I really hope you guys enjoyed this one, I sure did lol. I apologise if things are a little messy in some parts, I was sorta rushing the writing a little bit. Also I know that the Shelby’s are so out of character but I feel the need to tie them in every chapter so please forgive :( 

In the next part though there will most likely be a lot of backstory for the reader (that do be you). Just thought I’d let you guys know so you have a little bit of an idea what’s to come next! As always, thank you so much for reading! <3

Tags: @finallyforgotten​

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

“What was the thought process?!”

“I don’t know any more than you do, Shaw!  The Quiet Council put this mission together!”  Somehow, even when they should have been commiserating, Sebastian managed to make his complaints sound like accusations. Well, absolutely no damn part of this was Pyro’s fault.

“Of course, that pack of simpletons can’t be bothered to do things properly.  It wouldn’t matter if it was just you, but I will not be treated like a cheap lackey.”  

“Will you kindly shut the fuck up for five minutes, Shaw?”  Pyro demanded, looking at the map.  Sebastian, for all his complaints, had not deigned to take charge of it since they’d come through the gate 30 minutes ago.  “There’s the mountain.  Our contact should be somewhere around here.”

The mountain loomed dark and ominous over the grassland, with an actual black cloud obscuring its peak, like something out of a cartoon.  There was obviously something nasty up there that needed to be dealt with.  Strange dark tendrils curled down the rocky cliffs, and there were reports of eerie wailing at night.  It wouldn’t be Krakoa’s problem, except there was a mutant living nearby who refused to relocate to the safety of the island.  So they either had to deal with the problem, or convince the mutant to move out of harm’s way.

Except the mutant in question was nowhere to be found.  Just peaceful grassland as far as the eye could see, with the mountain swelling up from the landscape like an ugly blackhead.  Off in the distance, Pyro could see a group of horses grazing contentedly.  

“Our contact couldn’t be bothered to meet us at the gate.  We should have just turned around and gone home.  I don’t know why Krakoa should lift a finger for a mutant that refuses to come to us.  He chooses to remain on the outside, he should accept the responsibilities of – “

“Hey, fellas!”  A shout interrupted Shaw’s rant.

Striding up to them was the most heart-breakingly beautiful young man that Pyro had ever seen. White-blond hair, perfectly formed features, and obvious muscles bulging under his flannel shirt, he looked like he’d strode right off the cover of one of Pyro’s own novels.  Usually Pyro preferred his men a little more rugged-looking, like Dominic’s wonderfully rough features, but he was suddenly fantasizing about this young man emerging from a lake in a see-through white shirt.

Oh shit, what if he was a telepath?  What if he was yet another Frost sibling?  Pyro shoved the image out of his mind, and thought very hard about a Youtube video he’d seen earlier of a penguin falling over.

“I suppose you’re the contact?”  Sebastian demanded.  He was walking right up to Eros-given-mortal-form while Pyro stood transfixed, and it was like watching an ogre charge an elf.  Pyro had to fight the urge to leap between them and drive the beast back with a flaming sword.  He ran a hand through his hair, trying to inconspicuously smooth it down.

Fucking hell, Allerdyce, get ahold of yourself.  Shaw will never let you live it down.

“That’s right,” said the cup-bearer Ganymede, who would surely be carried off by Zeus soon.  Even his voice was beautiful, his Southern accent giving his words a musical lilt.  “Sorry I wasn’t right there at that big funny-lookin’ gate, I got worried about the herd.  Whatever’s up there is bad news.  I’d check it out myself, but I don’t want to leave the horses.  Who’d take care of them if something happened to me?”

“Yes, yes, of course you have a noble reason for cowardice,” Sebastian said, waving a hand dismissively.

“And anyway, it’s our job, that’s why we’re here,” said Pyro, stepping forward.  He realized that he had put himself just slightly between Shaw and Paris of Troy.  “We’ll get it all sorted out for ya,” he added, giving the young man a friendly smack on the shoulder.

“Well, that’s a doozy of an accent, isn’t it?  Where you from, England?”  Thankfully Prince Charming had missed, or chosen to ignore Sebastian’s completely unecessary dig.

“Australia, actually,” Sebastian interjected before Pyro could speak.  “And I imagine you’ve greatly offended Allerdyce’s national pride by mixing the two up.”

“Shucks, I’m sorry – “

“Oh, no!” Pyro exclaimed. “Not at all.  Very similar accents, easy to mistake.”  

“You’re the ones who say g’day, right?  Like Crocodile Dundee!”

“Yes, exactly!” Pyro beamed. He’d started bar fights over being called Crocodile Dundee.  Or being called British.  Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him.  

“I’m Pyro, by the way, and Oscar the Grouch over there is Sebastian Shaw.  You don’t have to be nice to him.”  He shook the young man’s hand.    

“Anyway, I’m your ride,” the Adonis said,with a shy smile.  “I can get you up to the top of that mountain, lickety-split.”

“Oh, teleporter, are ya? That’s right handy,” Pyro said.

“Or he could be a speedster, let’s not jump to conclusions, Allerdyce,” Sebastian put in.

“No, it’s something a bit different than that,” said the divine creature carved from marble and bathed in Apollo’s fire.  He shifted suddenly, his torso stretching and changing in a way that reminded Pyro of Mystique.  And then there was a winged centaur standing in front of them, and Pyro wondered if he’d fallen into Narnia.  Or maybe that one book, with the kids and the Tesseract.    

“My mutant name is Eques, but you can call me Danny if you like.”  Pyro tried not to gape.  Somehow, the winged horse form had made the other mutant even more attractive, and Pyro wasn’t even into horses…but he was starting to understand the teenage girl obsession with them.  “Danny’s” clothing had disappeared as he shifted (one of the X-Men’s unstable molecule suits, no doubt), and now he was….basically naked.  Horse form meant all the important bits were hidden, but still.  Pyro pinched the inside of his wrist very hard and tried to think about cricket.

“Oh, shape-shifting,” Sebastian said, sounding mildly bored.  “I suppose that’ll do.  But surely there are more practical…and larger things that you can change into.”

“I’m afraid not,” said Danny, biting his lip and pawing with one hoof on  the ground in a way that was positively adorable.  “It’s a very specific mutation.  I can turn into this and only this.  But don’t worry, I’m strong enough to carry you both.  We can fly up.”  He flapped his wings for emphasis.  

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Really?  Have we crossed over into some children’s cartoon?”  

“C’mon Shaw, he’s here to help us.  Of course, you can walk up the mountain if you prefer,” Pyro said.  

“Oh no, I wouldn’t dare leave you alone with him,” Sebastian said, smirking at Pyro, who scowled back.  “Who knows what you two would get up to?  Besides, it’s better than the hike.  Marginally.  Let’s get this over with.”  

Before Pyro could protest, Sebastian had lifted him up by the shoulders and plopped him unceremoniously on Danny’s back, then climbed on behind him.  

“Sure we aren’t too heavy for ya?  I know Shaw here must weigh a ton.”  Pyro leaned in to speak in Danny’s ear, and tried not to notice how centaur’s thick, shimmering hair, radiant in the sunlight and making Pyro’s own golden locks seem like tarnished brass, smelled faintly of eucalyptus.

Should I compliment his hair?  Maybe ask what shampoo he uses, pretend like I want advice?  God damn it, St. John, snap out of it and act normal!

“Not all, fellas!”  Danny exclaimed, with a bright, guilless smile.  “I’m strong as a horse, too, this is nothing.  But you’d better hold on as I take off, wouldn’t want you to fall.”  

“Where should we, uh….” Pyro faltered.  Much as he wanted to slip his hands over Danny’s muscular chest (for safety!) he didn’t want to be a creep.  Also, if he wasn’t careful, his….interest…would start to become noticeable in the most humiliating way possible.

“Oh, anywhere’s fine, just hang onto me as best you can,” Danny drawled.  Before Pyro could lift his hands, Sebastian reached forward, wrapping his arms around the centaur’s waist and squishing Pyro between them.  

“Get off me, Shaw!”  Pyro squirmed, pressed against Danny’s back, with Shaw’s massive, unyielding bulk behind him.  God damn it, he was now dangerously close to being caught between a rock and a….hard place.

“Stop whining, Allerdyce, this is the best way to ensure we both stay on.  I certainly don’t trust you to hang on with those weak arms of yours.  We are secure, Eques.  Proceed.”

“Why’d you even take the back, then?”  Pyro demanded, but his question was answered as Danny leaped into the air, flapping violently.  The wings beat hardest around Pyro’s head, powerful back muscles twitching uncomfortably against him.  Well, at least having Sebastian Shaw’s gross, sweaty body pressed up against him, smelling faintly of fuck-you Rich People Cologne, was enough to kill his would-be boner quite dead.  Especially with Sebastian’s no-doubt obscenely hairy crotch up against his rear, with –

Wait a minute.  What was that?!

“Shaw, what the hell?” Pyro turned slightly, but Sebastian gripped Danny tighter, pushing him back forward.  The hard object pressing against his ass shifted.

“It’s my cell phone, Allerdyce, for God’s sake.  No need to jump to conclusions just because you’re all hot and bothered.”  

Pyro wondered whether it was possible to set Sebastian on fire without hurting Danny.  Just a little bit on fire.  And then if he fell, it wouldn’t be Pyro’s fault, right?

“Gosh, this is kinda fun, fellas!”  Danny yelled above the roar of the wind.  “I’m always out here with the horses, and that’s just how I like it, but it does get kinda lonely.  I don’t get to see other mutants very often.”

“Well, I’m sure you’d get a warm welcome if you ever came to join us on Krakoa,” Sebastian said.  Pyro slammed an elbow back against him, but Sebastian just gripped tighter.

“Don’t even think about it, Allerdyce,” he said in Pyro’s ear.  “I’ll take you down with me, make no mistake of that.”  

“Say, Eques,” Sebastian called up in a louder voice.  “Have you ever met Emma Frost?  Let me tell you all about her, I’m sure you’d have a great deal to…discuss.”

Pyro fumed quietly, and fantasized about Sebastian smashing into the jagged rocks below for the rest of the trip.  

(OOC: I don’t know what Eques should sound like, but I saw he was from Texas and wound up writing him like Cannonball.  Since he’s always so isolated with his horses, I could imagine him being very naïve, but also very friendly.  

Pyro is intensely thirsty, and failing to play it cool, but can you really blame him?

I have no idea what’s on top of that mountain. Let’s just assume that Pyro, Sebastian and Danny are going up to Midnight Castle to fight Tirac with the Rainbow of Light, and if you understand that reference you win a million 80’s nostalgia points.)          

[dashhoney25]

E. Part III

Hazel

Turning over in your sleep, you instantly jumped as you opened your eyes seeing a figure in the bed next to you. Turning on the lamp that rested on the nightstand, you realized Erik had finally come back to bed. Clutching your chest as your heartbeat slowed, you turned off the lamp and let out a sigh of relief.

A feeling of anger washed over you as reality set in. This nigga had the nerve to kiss you, lie to you, leave you, and come back to bed as if nothing had happened. Lowering yourself back into the covers, you buried yourself inside and snuggled against the pillow. Getting into a comfortable cold spot, you heard Erik stirring in his sleep. As you tried to focus on going back to sleep, your mind began to wander at the thought of why Erik lied to you. "Was he with someone else?" "Did I cross the line questioning him about work?" You thought.

As the pending thoughts ran wild in your mind, you felt Erik's arm sweep over your body, and a pull at your lower half. "Don't let him do this to you, not now." You thought. Your body wanted to pull away, sticking your leg out first to allow your body to follow; Erik's leg intertwined with yours and pulled you into him. "Haze" he groaned, your body instantly stiffened at the sound of his voice. "Did he really just say my name?" you thought as your eyes opened staring at nothing but darkness. Erik placed a kiss on the back of your neck and nestled his nose in the crook of your neck inhaling deeply. You sighed heavily, giving into the warm greeting.

"Jackass" you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. He had you just like that, like putty in his hands. Pulling out of Erik's embrace you turned to face him, your hands trailed his upper lip, feeling air escape his nose as he exhaled. Your thumb grazed his thick, plump bottom lip that caused an unexpected emotion. You felt lead to kiss him, tempted to take in this moment to interrupt his slumber. Caressing his face, your head rested on the pillow that you two now shared as your forehead gently touched his. You placed a gentle kiss on his nose as you felt your heartbeat quicken, Erik didn't stir at all. Getting rid of the inhibition, you pulled your leg from Erik's and wrapped your leg around is waist, and caressed his cheek. Inhaling deeply, you pressed your face against his slightly and placed a soft peck against his lips.

Erik instantly inhaled and felt the pressure of your lips against his and pulled away quickly, realizing what you had done he quickly pulled you back into a kiss and held you close to him as he snuggled against you. "Mhmm, goodnight" he said in a raspy voice. You knew you'd regret doing this in the morning, but having Erik hold you throughout the night, it took you to another place where nothing else mattered. All you wanted was Erik and his attention, you loved his body next to you and the feeling of being his. You felt protected, as if nothing could ruin this bond that you two had shared over the years. You and Erik were perfect, you didn't mind the boundaries but it pained you to think that maybe because you've been reluctant to intimacy, maybe that caused a rift between you two. Maybe that's why he's so secretive, maybe you two can't be open with one another about your personal lives is because you two can't strip down in front of each other and express yourselves; just the two of you, or maybe... maybe he's interested in someone else and doesn't know how to tell you just yet. Whatever the case may be, you tried your hardest to not get involved with Erik past a platonic friendship, but each kiss and hug, and a flash of his dimples tugged at your heart strings, harder and harder each time.

Hours later, you slowly rose out of bed and checked your phone. It was 9:30am, you turned around to see Erik still asleep. Getting out of bed, you opened your duffle bag and grabbed some clothes and your toothbrush. With your belongings in hand you were on your way to the bathroom when you noticed a wad of cash on Erik's nightstand. Dropping your things you eyed the nightstand and quickly grabbed the cash and counted it. "What the fuck?" you questioned. Putting the money back, you picked up your clothes and took it to the bathroom. Placing your clothes on the counter, you grabbed a washcloth and bath towel and turned on the shower. Fifteen minutes later, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel. "Good morning" Erik barked, causing you to jump. "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" You yelled wrapping yourself in the towel quickly. Erik chuckled, "What kind of greeting is that?" he questioned sarcastically grabbing his toothbrush. Ignoring him, you wet your toothbrush and placed toothpaste on the bristles and brushed your teeth.

As you two brushed your teeth together, Erik noticed something off in your demeanor, he knew something was bothering you; anytime he tried to steal a look from you, you'd avoid any eye contact. You two finished brushing your teeth, Erik broke the silence while you tied your hair into a messy bun. "What's on your mind?" he questioned. "Where were you last night?" you asked. "What's with the questions Haze?" Erik deflected. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your clothes and walked into Erik's closet, slipping on your clothes. You walked into the bedroom and placed your dirty clothes into the duffle bag along with your toothbrush. "So you not gonna answer me?" Erik asked following you. Zipping your bag, you placed the bag on the bed and sat down to put on your pair of Nikes. "So you went for a walk and you come back with $400?" You questioned with a raised brow. "Why the fuck you go through my shit?" Erik asked angrily. "Why lie?" You asked raising from the bed getting in his face, "I thought we were better than that" you admit. Erik shook his head, "I'm not gonna explain myself to you Hazel. I'm too grown for that shit and you ain't my girl" Erik said walking away heading into the kitchen. "Who said I wanted to be?!" You yelled angrily. You placed your phone in your pocket and grabbed your keys and duffle bag. You walked out of Erik's bedroom and walked into the kitchen.

You sighed and Erik turned around, "So you leaving?" he questioned grabbing a bowl of Frosted Flakes cereal. "I can't deal with the lies Erik, I think it's best if I go home" you say simply. Erik could tell you were hurt, "Haze" he called out. "I stopped by to see a friend to get some money for Adonis; it went a little longer than I expected" Erik admitted. You looked at Erik confused, "Adonis has his own gym, why would he need money from you?" You questioned. Erik grabbed some milk from the fridge, "Look you asked me where I was last night and I told you. Happy now?" Erik asked sharply, pouring the milk over his cereal. "Nah, but whatever. I'm going home" you say walking to the door. "Aight" Erik said nonchalantly.

Once again, you knew that Erik was lying like why would he leave the house at 1am to get money for his brother Adonis? Adonis is a personal trainer who owns his OWN gym, why would he need money from Erik? To your knowledge, Erik's unknown job doesn't pay that well, or does it? You decided it would be best to go home to clear your thoughts and try to make sense of why Erik had been so secretive and detached from you. It's bothered you for awhile that Erik has changed, but could you tell him that? No. Erik doesn't understand your feelings, he plays with them and will use his charm to "acknowledge" how he makes you feel. Erik thinks that everything is a game and you're sick of it.

You reached home and got comfortable in bed when you received a text from your friend Marissa.

Marissa: Lounge tonight @ 10?

Each month, you, Jade, and Marissa would go to the lounge to catch up, sometimes Erik would come to crash the party to talk shit and even bring Adonis. You replied to Marissa and let her know that you'd be coming tonight, she also admits that she's got some tea on her eventful night that she wants to share with you. Eager to hear her details, you agree that you two will catch up tonight to discuss the details.

That night. . .

Not in the mood to drive, you decided to take an Uber to ride downtown to the lounge. Arriving, you walked in and found Jade enjoying her usual cranberry and vodka. You two hugged and sat at the bar. "Want anything to drink?" she questioned. "Girl just the usual, the amaretto" you responded. The bartender walked over and Jade gave him the drink order. "Have you heard from Marissa?" Jade asked. I gave a look, "You know she claims she has some tea for me" I said rolling my eyes. "Let me guess, she's hopped onto someone else's man" Jade joked. The bartender came back and placed your drink down, "Amaretto sour?" he said. "Thank you" you responded. Taking a sip, you sighed and shook your head. As the lounge became flooded with people, in walked Marissa and Erik; hand-in-hand. Jade noticed the change in your facial expression as you got up with your drink and walked over to the door. "Hey Marissa" You said attempting to sound cheerful, "Erik" you said simply. Erik stared at you blankly as Marissa hugged you. Jade walked over and made small talk with Marissa as you stepped away to finish your drink.

Erik walking in with Marissa was a total shock. Erik always complained about Marissa's "hoe-ish" tendencies and couldn't stand her thick accent let alone how ditsy she acted. You tried to keep your composure and not express any emotion towards the two of them arriving together. You were knocked out of your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder. "You okay?" Jade asked. You shook your head, "I'm fine" you replied as you two headed back to the bar. "You think Marissa's tea has something to do with Erik?" Jade questioned. You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know" you said placing your cup down as the bartender approached you; "Another one please?" you questioned. "How are you and Erik?" Jade asked. "He's been really weird lately. I can't put my finger on it, but he left in the middle of the night and came back with a wad of cash this morning, claiming that the money is for Adonis" you replied. Jade laughed, "Oh really?" she questioned. "Exactly" you said taking your phone out and to text Erik.

Hazel: Meet me by the pool table in 5?

You locked eyes with Erik as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He glanced at it and tucked it away putting his arm around Marissa whispering in her ear as she giggled. You instantly felt your heart drop. The bartender came back with another drink and you quickly took a sip. "How are you holding up?" Jade asked changing the subject. "Huh?" you questioned shifting your focus. "How have you been holding up?" Jade questioned again. "Since Vic?" You questioned. "I'm fine." You said staring into space. "Haze, it's normal to feel like this, you don't have to pretend like you're okay. We all have our moments" she said rubbing your shoulder. "You don't get it Jade, Erik was the closest thing to me since Vic and I broke up." You said trying to hold back tears, "You know Vic cheated on me Jade" you reiterated. "I know, and again; I'm sorry you had to go through that" Jade consoled. "We spent 3 years together, he called off the engagement and said he couldn't walk down the aisle with me knowing that he had hurt me." Taking a deep breath you continued, "It took everything in me to get over him, you know how much I loved him. "

"I know Haze, we don't have to talk about this right now, let's just enjoy the night." Jade said trying to cheer you up. Shaking your head you took the last sip of your drink and placed it on the counter. "Jade I just don't understand how we could be so close and share so much but still know so little about each other? Can you believe I don't know what he does for a living?" You questioned hysterically. "Hazel, let's not start this tonight, alright? Let's save Erik for another day. I know its upsetting to see him with Marissa, but talking about his inconsistencies won't change anything." Jade said, "Look, there's Adonis, let's stop by the hookah lounge and sit in his section" she interjected. You really didn't want to talk to Adonis, considering he's a spitting image of Erik but to appease Jade and try to enjoy the rest of the night, you agreed.

"Fine, but I need to stop by the restroom first. I'll be right back" you said getting up from the bar, walking to the restroom. Handling your business, you walked out and ran into Erik who was coming out of the restroom as well. "What's up?" he questioned staring you up and down. "What the fuck are you doing with Marissa? I thought you couldn't stand her 'hoe-ass' " you questioned angrily. Erik rolled his eyes at your little tantrum. "Hazel I'm not doing this here aight. I told you earlier that I had to take care of business" he said attempting to calm you down. "Business? So you talk shit about her to me, bring her here and you're all over her like a piece of meat. I'm sick of you lying to me Erik, are you fucking her?!" You questioned, hoping he'd spare your feelings.

"Nah, but I will tonight. Just because you asked." Erik said winking at you. You felt your blood boil and took his hand before walking off, "Please don't, you've ruined enough of my friendships as it is" you pleaded. "And maybe a few that you don't know about" he said before walking away. Erik's response cut at your heart like a knife, and of course, he knew his response would eat away at you like a parasite.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to the hookah lounge to meet up with Adonis and Jade. "Nice of you to join us" Adonis greeted. A feeling of disgust crept upon you as you sat next to him. "What's this?" you asked referring to his drink, "Hennessy" he responded. Without hesitation you picked up his glass and drank the remainder of his glass. Jade looked at you in shock. "Hazel!" she yelled. "What?" you asked shrugging your shoulders feeling the brown liquor burn your chest. "Excuse her Adonis, she's acting out tonight. I'll pay for your drink. I'm so sorry" Jade apologized. "It's cool. If she can handle the Henny, she can handle anything" Adonis said flashing his smile at you. You rolled your eyes at him and pulled your phone out of you pocket scrolling through old messages between you and Erik. Adonis leaned over your shoulder, "You wanna socialize with the rest of us or continue to be in your feelings?" he joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Order me another glass of Hen, and I'll think about it" you snapped. Jade got up and sat next to you, "I'ma need you to slow down hot tamale, I saw that shit between you and Erik by the bathroom. Don't be mean to poor Donnie alright. You already owe him another drink, play nice. Don't let that nigga ruin your night over Marissa's hoe ass." Jade said. "And he said he's gonna fuck her tonight!" You said hitting Jade in the knee getting upset. "Why would he say some low-down shit like that Jade?!" you said getting upset. "Haze, don't waste your tears on this nigga tonight. Definitely don't drown yourself in liquor, don't let him see you like this! He knows what he's doing Hazel!" Jade said. "Look, just enjoy this time with me and Donnie, smoke some hookah and relax." You shook your head in agreement and watched as she took her seat next to Donnie.

Adonis passed you the hookah as you inhaled the smoke and held it for a moment before exhaling as the cloud covered your face. "You still want the Henny?" he questioned. "Nah, I'm okay" you said looking away. Adonis moved closer to you, and you felt his presence. You turned to meet his gaze. "What?" You questioned in annoyance. "I don't wanna get in your business but..." "But don't Donnie" you said staring at him blankly. "If you're gonna sit next to me, you gotta chill out with that Erik shit" Adonis barked gruffly taking another pull of his hookah. You instantly felt your blood boil as he mentioned Erik, even worse, they're twins so no matter what Adonis says or does; you couldn't forget Erik if you tried. You got up and put your phone in your back pocket. "I'm gonna head out Jade, I'm gonna call an Uber" you say before walking away. Jade glared at Adonis in confusion and threw her hands up. "I tried, I can't get her out of this funk D" she said defeated.

Adonis got up and followed you to the balcony as you took out your phone to book an Uber. "Hazel?" he called out behind you. You glared at him. "Why you being so hard on me tonight? I know I didn't do anything, but whatever you got going on with my brother you need to dead that shit. I can't change how I look but damn, can you try to enjoy tonight without referencing him?" Adonis questioned you. "You don't even know that half Donnie" you said booking the Uber. "Try me. I've known you since we met you three years ago. Why you still follow up behind him like this?" Adonis questioned. "Why do you think Donnie? Erik is all I've known, and since Vic, we've gotten a lot closer over the years" you admitted. "So let me guess, you fucked my brother" Adonis insinuated. "That's none of your business" you said trying to hide the reddening expression on your face. Though you two had never been intimate, you two still shared intimate moments.

"I wouldn't doubt if you did. You seem more hurt over losing Erik than you do Vic" Adonis exclaimed. "Don't go there D, Vic cheated on me!" you said getting in his face. "And you always had Erik by your side, it took you no time to get over that. Don't play like that Hazel" Adonis smirked enjoying the view as you were close to him. You stepped away from Adonis, "Why are we even discussing this right now?" you said trying to change the subject walking away from him. "Because you're butt hurt over him being with Marissa and dismissing you. I saw that shit by the bathroom. Just let that shit go and enjoy yourself. You can still be friends with him without keeping tabs on him. Erik is gonna do Erik regardless of what he tells you, so don't believe shit he has to say" Adonis said. You sighed. "D, I know you're right. I just don't know anyone else but him, and you know I'm not friendly" you admit. "We'll work on it, but for right now, stop bringing his ass up and quit giving me the cold shoulder. Now come back and chill with me and Jade aight?" he said taking your hand.

"I can't, I called an Uber, I'm gonna be leaving in a few" you say. "Cancel it. I'll take you home. Let's just have a good night." He said taking your hand, walking you back to the couch. Sitting back down you noticed Jade was gone, checking your phone you received a text from Jade.

Jade: Something came up sis, I'm sorry. I'll call you when I make it home ok?

Sighing, you cancel your Uber and put your phone back in your pocket. Adonis noticed the change in your facial expression. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Jade had to leave, she said something came up" you say. Sighing, you leaned back in the couch and eyed the crowd at the lounge. "You wanna get out of here?" Adonis questioned. You looked at him with longing eyes. "Yes" you replied.

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Chapstick (Lance Tucker x you)

Characters: Lance Tucker x female Reader

Summary: Y/N was in the middle of getting trained for the Olympics when her boyfriend decided to talk to her just to break up. Lance sees his trainee having a mental breakdown and he didn't hesitate to comfort her.

Warnings: A LOT of cuss words. We're talking about Lance Tucker, Tater tots. An asshole ex boyfriend. Kinda asshat, Tucker. Just kinda?

Words: 3,763

A/N: This is my first oneshot for him, I guess? I hope y'all would love it because I had fun writing him!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 

"What do you mean it's not good, coach? I've did what you wanted me to do!" You huffed and panted at the same time. Chest heaving up and down as you eyed your hot coach, all prepped up with his blue, white and red uniform that he never ceases to forget to wear every damn day. He stood before you looking like a Greek god and you mentally slapped yourself for thinking about obscene things with him when you were in a relationship with your boyfriend. Plus, Lance was a total douche towards you so imagining those things could make you cringe at the thought because of his obnoxious personality that was overpowering the attraction you had for the man, mentally killing the attraction you had.

"You wobbled," Lance 'the fucker' Tucker spat as a matter of fact, squinting his eyes on your ungraceful form, probably judging you inside his head.

You rolled your eyes in discreet, he probably saw that because you do it all the time but he didn't bother acknowledging it. You marched out of the mat to go chalk your hands because it seemed to sweat a little much today. Your high bun ponytail swinging in the same time with your heavy footsteps. Here you thought your coach would stop pestering you, it turns out he never knew when to shut his filthy..gorgeous mouth of his.

"Did I tell you to fucking walk off?" Lance spat, his brows cinched together. He was acting like a pole was up in his butt, even more hot headed than the days before. He was certainly not helping your mixed emotions running inside your stupid head. "I'm this close to ripping your balls away and making you eat it alive!" You reprimanded back, teeth gritted together. The sudden power answering him back shocked you because you never did since day one. However, today seemed to be an exception. Lance was acting more of an asshole than he is and he better not make a mistake because you could turn feral when provoked.

"Do it! Fucking do it, I fucking dare you, Y/N!" He barked back, marching towards you with that fiery gaze of his. His gaze looked so sexy and hot, yet you were trying your hardest not to get affected by your raging hormones travelling inside of your head and in between your legs. You were a taken lady, have a boyfriend even. A boyfriend who appear to be distant and cold the past weeks. Your heart stopped beating when you felt Lance's hands on the sides of your arms, his fingers digging on your sides, he leaned down to be in line with your vision. It was then and there you saw how beautiful the colors of his eyes were, they were a pretty pair despite of the pissed off look he was giving you. He was being the epitome of a walking sin. "You're all talk and less action, Y/L/N. Kitty got scared?" His pretty Steele blue eyes was livid. Eyebrows all up and daring you, "I'd rather have your lips sucking my balls, wouldn't it be a waste if you would throw it away? Come on, Y/N." He clucked his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he found everything amusing, yet slightly aggravating for you. "Have a little fun while you have it,"

Lance's tasteful lips turned into a smirk, his demeanor goading you into grabbing the bait. "My nuts won't bite...unless triggered,"

Your jaw was tightly clenched, your next words coming out of your lips harshly, eyes completely trained on the piercing blue eyes of your trainer, trying hard not to back down and kiss his feet. "You sick fuck," Your nickname for him made him raise a brow, shaking his head in entertainment. "Why are you even so mad at me right now? I did nothing wrong!"

His hands began to rest on the sides of his hips, and you knew in that simple gesture meant that he switched to his coach mode, full rant about your performance with the practice was about to get jot down like bullets. "You keep doing mistakes, even have a difficult time registering the basics inside your head!" Lance licked his lips in aggravation, pointing a finger at you. "If you're goddamn distracted because of one stupid fucking lover problems, you better know to throw those pathetic distractions away while you're here! We gotta act professional, Y/N!"

An audible loud snort came out of you as you shook your head in utter disbelief. "Wow," You spat as a matter of fact, giving him a series of claps. Entirely amused by the methods of his coaching. "So much to say for yourself, Coach. Aren't you the sick fuck who was asking a twenty year old to suck his balls a while ago?"

He had back you away till your back hit a cold metal pole. Lance was eyeing you down like a lion watching his prey, never even forgetting to give you a once over because you looked completely exquisite in your leotard. "I wasn't asking," He muttered nonchalantly, popping a gum inside his filthy mouth, Mint. Definitely mint because whenever he had to talk to you up close, his minty breath was all you could ever sniff besides his spicy, macho perfume that all the itchy ladies loved. "It was a great suggestion rather than ripping my balls off alive," Lance chewed on his gum very loudly, making you more irritated by his huge ego, conceitedness and arrogance.

He was clearly even a walking asshat, you mindlessly thought over the back of your mind. Embedding that opinion inside your head over and over again.

Your staring contest was cut off when both of you heard a loud knock on a wall, letting his presence be known. Lo and behold, the boy who had forget about you for an entire week stood at the end of the gym. Looking all innocent and anxious as he stood his weight from one foot to the other. He then yelled, never looking bothered that Lance seemed to be rather much close to you and has you trapped in his presence. "May I speak to her?" Your boyfriend croaked out, sounding unattractively throaty. "It's important,"

Lance spun his heels around, his brows deeply furrowed, eyes squinted and glaring at the young man who came to see you. He looked definitely more furious than before, "What if I fucking say no?" He spoke aloud, oblivious that he raised a hand to brush his perfectly fuck boy gelled up hair. "We're practicing! Come back when she's fucking done being an uncoordinated gymnast!" He lowly snorted, only you had the advantage because you were close to your asshole of a coach. His piercing blue eyes swiftly landed on you, cocking his head to where your boyfriend was, a lopsided smile on show. "Limp dick's here to get his damsel in distress, if you ever were in a fucking distress which I clearly can't see,"

"Can you stop being an asshole for one second?" You exasperatedly whisper-yelled at the Adonis in front of you, sounding desperate as you were on the verge on exploding all your pent up emotions towards everyone. You definitely had to deal with your boyfriend right now, and Lance is not helping. Your heels whipped around, eyes leaving your very amused coach in the gym as you flipped him the bird after he yelled, "I'm giving you five minutes, so you better not fuck like rabbits in my gym!"

You shake your head, rubbing your temples together as you paraded towards where your boyfriend was, looking serious and mad. Well, what was his problem then? You weren't the person who became distant, forgetting that you have a boyfriend. It was technically the other way around. Arms crossed in front of him, you glared into his eyes. Totally showing how pissed off you were at him, yet the sentence he spat seem to irk you more. "Lance Tucker? Really, Y/N? There are tons of great coaches in the world, why the fuck did you pick him?"

"Everybody had 24 hours a day, so why didn't you fucking bother talking to me when all I ever wanted was a bit of your attention?"

(Y/BF/N)'s eyes went all wide. Igniting that growing anger inside of him. "Don't change the topic, Y/N--"

"You're here to bitch out about why I chose Lance as a coach? Why don't we skip the irrelevant problem and go straight to the main problem? Why. Did. You. Ignored. Me. For. A. Week Y/BF/N?" Your words were emphasized and even your emotions. The more that your conversation continues, the more it gets intense. From the moment you've started raising your voice, a man who have been busying himself with his phone on the other end of the gym have raised his head, instantly setting his pretty blue eyes as he was checking if you were still fine.

Which is exactly the opposite.

"Babe," Y/BF/N tried to reach your arm, yet you were faster and harshly jerked his hand away. "Oh no you don't," He dropped his hands in a tight fist, glaring down at your figure. Oh, the audacity. "Don't call me that because it's giving me shivers,"

"Bet he calls you that too," He spat, his eyebrows cinched together in fury. Was he really thinking you and Lance had something together? Sure, your coach was a womanizer, but you...you won't go that far with him. Your mind was set, you've picked Lance because he won gold and silver. He has a lot of potential in teaching you how to win the gold. You know everything happening was strictly professional..sometimes. But, it's not the point. You know he's a great gymnast.

Former limp dick shrugged his lanky shoulders, staring straight at you with no remorse, showing the animosity that you didn't expect to come from him. He was acting strange, like he's become a changed man in just over a week. "You probably moan his name in bed either, Maggie showed me the video,"

Well, that made your eyebrows grow up higher than the empire state building.

"Maggie--Maggie Townsend? How the fuck do you even know her? And what video?"

You've notice a pair of eyes have been on you since the moment your argument started, you couldn't help but take a glimpse at the asshole of a coach that you have.

His eyes were tightly squinted together, Lance looked like he was ready to pounce on Y/BF'S/N, eyebrows all furrowed and serious..Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him being all protective, guarding you like a hawk. Even thinking that your boyfriend would hurt you at that exact moment..Not until Lance started wiggling his brows, nodding knowingly at you while he raised his wrist, showing you the time while he gestured that you only had two minutes left.

Y/BF'S/N technically curved your question and started ranting with his unstoppable dirty ass mouth, making your insides go at war with your emotions. He was really getting on your nerves right now and Lance didn't let that go unnoticed when you started impatiently tapping your foot on the floor while you tightened your fists. "Don't be an in denial bitch, Y/N. You're just like everybody else. What's even special about him? His huge ego? Conceited self? A narcissistic bastard? Or his arrogance turned you on, so that's why you gave in?" He whisper-yelled, scared that Lance would hear the argument. Wow, what a limp dick indeed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?" You yelled and the whole gym echoed. Lance began to cross his arms, his thewy biceps already popping out of his red, blue and white uniform. Every little bit of his attention was practically on you, and only you.

"Don't play dumb on me, Y/N. I had to force this out of Maggie in exchange for..something valuable. If I didn't give her what she wanted, then I wouldn't have known this,"

"What the fuck are you talking about? What did you even give her?" You didn't realized that your voice started to go quieter, smaller and weak. There was a hunch inside your head, but you were trying your hardest not to believe it. However, your boyfriend's next words broke you whole, tearing the trust and love you had for him. Even your big, youthful heart.

Y/BF'S/N's whole demeanor changed, he held his head up high as he looked down on you. Seeing you in the verge of tearing apart was feeding his ego and pride. It was making him damn happy for a lie that was fed off to him by a woman who was extremely infatuated at him. Hard. "Paradise. Just like those kind that Mr. Lance-the-fucker-Tucker gives you,"

"W-What?" You stuttered, and Lance saw how your shoulders fell. It wasn't the Y/N he knew. You should've sassily raised a brow at your boyfriend, show him those fangs that he sees all the time.

Lance sighed exasperatedly to himself, pinching at his temples. "Fuck, Tucker. Don't interfere, don't fucking involve yourself." He chanted like it was his mantra.

"That's right, Y/N. Now, you know how it feels,"

You blew out a breath you've been holding, glowering at him with an incredulous glint in your eyes. "Are you seriously thinking straight right now?" You spat, squinting your eyes at him and realizing that his eyes looked entirely different, too different and colored. "Oh, God. No you aren't. Your eyes are full blown red, you're...you're--"

Lance saw how you washed your face with your hand, trying to hold back on punching your ex-boyfriend in the face. He saw you raise your arm, pointing towards where the exit was.

"Get outta my fucking sight, Y/BF/N! You're a fucking douche bag, an asshole!"

Y/BF'S/N cocked his head to the side, smirking widely. His mouth never knowing when to stop, "If I'm an asshole, then you're a bitch. Fair enough?"

The whole gym was quiet, your mind went blank and you just wanted to scream at him for showing you his true demons. He wasn't the boy you used to love, the boy in front of you was a huge bastard, he even had the courage to smirk after basically telling you he had sex with your friend turned enemy when she began leaving you for a new, popular group of friends and her boyfriend who have been the popular boy in school.

Past was definitely the past. Time's changed now and you were already in your freshman year, you knew she went to a university far from you but you didn't expect she'll still be around. Maggie even had to guts to ruin your relationship and lie just to have her favorite, new eye-candy who was technically not available, yet that didn't stop them from fucking each other.

You could feel yourself frowning, eyes all cloudy and warm. Uh-oh, you thought to yourself. Your tears were threatening to fall and if he doesn't leave, then he'll have the satisfaction to see you crying over a worthless boy.

"Aw, guilty as charged, Y/N?" He badly teased, leaning down to take a better view of your face. You were about to open your mouth and shout a loud cuss on his face, yet you heard a voice that you didn't expect would be your knight in shining armor because he can also be a knight in shining asshole at the same time. But, to make everything a little better, Lance probably thought it was time to show his assholey-ness towards a person who was born the same race with him.

"Hey, dick-sucking-fucker! That's enough! Out of my fucking gym," Lance crossed his arms after practically marching with heavy foot steps as he went towards where you were. Y/BF'S/N gave him a scowl and to your surprise, Lance snaked his hand on your shoulder, clamping his hand tightly on your arm. Mentally telling you now to cry over a petty boy like your ex. You bit your lip hard before squeezing yourself in between the empty space of Lance's arm, which made him lift a lopsided smile when you did.

He saw how your ex-boyfriend took notice of the interaction. That's good, Lance's mindlessly thought at the back of his mind. That's what he wanted Y/BF'S/N to feel. He wanted him to die inside his own insecurities and doubtfulness, believing over a manipulated gossip that was obviously a lie.

"What are you going to fucking do about it, asshole?"

Lance shrugged, chewing on his gum rather loudly than he intended too. "I'm letting you choke up a fucking pole while you try and smoke another joint, Limp dick."

"M-My dick is not limp," Y/BF'S/N reprimanded, stuttering by Lance's intimidating aura. Just his mere presence could make his ego turn to dust. Your coach snickered, chuckling to himself and raising his hand to point out what he wanted to say. "Small dick? better? I remember how Y/N told me it was a size of a--what was that called? Oh, a fucking Chapstick,"

"You assho--!"

"I'm an asshole, but at the same fucking time," Lance breathed though his nose, eyes blazing and taunting. "I'm the fucking God of gymnastics and that's why your fucking girlfriend whom you took for fucking granted chose me over your good-for-nothing self!"

You were moved when Lance rapidly snatched your ex-boyfriend's shirt by the neck, his steele blue eyes entirely in rage, completely heated with anger because of how Y/BF'S/N was disrespecting you. Your heart stopped as you stared at the both of them having an intense staring competition.

You could see how Lance was panting hard and how startled your ex boyfriend was from how your coach snapped. "Leave, weed dick. I don't want you near my gym at all costs, if all you'll ever do is let a beautiful, precious woman cry her heart out, then you better leave. Out. NOW. "

Beautiful. Lance's words kept replaying inside your head even after he pushed your ex-boyfriend away towards the exit. He suddenly became nice and it was impossible.

You stood rooted on the ground, completely shook from the sudden plot twist that happened in your life. The loud bang of the door made you jump, and you saw how Lance marched towards you. A grimace shown in his attractive features. Once he stopped in arms reach, you were startled to feel his rough fingers wiping your hot tears away. "Stop," He nonchalantly uttered, ignoring your questioning eyes. "Stop crying for a useless asshole like him, he doesn't fucking deserve it,"

He placed his hands on his hips after wiping your tears away, scratching his neck as he glanced to see your eyes that needed answers from him. "What--Do you--" You started but ceased yourself to continue as you thought everything all out. You were about to open your mouth for the second time when his next words kept your mouth zipped.

"I meant it,"

You raised a brow at him. Sniffing your snot away. What did he mean that he meant it? Your asshole of a boyfriend broke up with you and now your coach says he meant it? Did he meant to call you beautiful? He's kidding.."I meant that he's a fucking limp dick, Y/N. Do you really think I'll fucking call you beautiful when you're giving me a headache because of being so uncoordinated?!" Lance saved himself from being misunderstood. Unless, he was lying. He was now crossing his bulgy arms, and repeatedly placing his hand back on his hips like he was acting fidgety.

"I wasn't even saying anything?" You spoke back, a small smile wanting to come out but you're fighting it back. Trying to appear serious in front of your bothered coach. "You're uncoordinated and fucking hard headed," Lance sternly muttered to himself, his scowl and eyebrows tightly cinched together. Finding out how those words slipped out of his dirty little tucker mouth. You could feel your hidden pride clapping inside of your brain as a smirk lifted your lips up in entertainment, "I'm uncoordinated and hard headed,"

Lance huffed to himself, eyebrows raising as he nodded so big. "Took you long enough to realize, Y/N!"

You lowly laughed to yourself, eyeing him up as he was towering over you. His perfume so aromatic that it could hypnotize you and maybe it did because you were starting not to think straight, "But that didn't stop you from staring at my ass the entire time,"

You stood on your tippy toes, trying to reach his ears and the look on his face was priceless. "I'm uncoordinated and so hard headed that you so wanted to fuck, Lance Tucker."

Y/N had the last laugh because she was right and for the first time, Lance the fucker tucker was speechless because everything she said was true and he couldn't believe it himself.

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Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, m&f, intercourse)

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader is a fic writer and her number one fan can’t get enough.

Note: This is probably the most meta shit I’ve written but for all the fic writers out there, this one if for you. Hope y’all get the good d you deserve but until then, here’s this!

Please let me know what you think in a reblog/reply! <3 please and thank you.

You let out a sigh of relief and hit ‘post’. It was almost pathetic but it was the best part of your day, or most days. Having something to share with others was nice. The fact that they enjoyed your work and your boredom-induced work made it worth the frustration. 

It wasn’t real writing. You knew that. Fanfiction was a genre to be laughed at. You didn’t admit it to anyone but there was a sense of pride to go along with the shame. 

That part of you was kept online. The darker parts; the lust, the angst, the fear. It all went hand in hand and no one would guess that the bookshop assistant was stevies-doll. It felt almost scandalous to have a virtual alter ego.

You closed your laptop and checked the time. More than enough to get ready for work. Plain blouse, grey pants, mary jane flats. You were the typical bookish girl with dreams that would never come true. 

The bus was late. Oh well. You’d still be there in time you’d just have to forego your usual espresso. Afternoons were draining and you often needed the boost to keep from nodding off in the last hour. You really weren’t sure why the shop stayed open so late; not many came out after five for books but traffic was relatively steady in the hipster village.

Nina met you with a frown. She preferred you at least ten minutes earlier. Tardiness had seen several other clerks fired and you had been the only to make it more than a year in the shop. Three in fact. This place was like a second home. A garden of ideas to plant the seeds of your mind.

When Nina left, you rearranged the desk. You moved aside her ledger and replaced it with your notebook, two pens to the right of it. In between the chime of the door and the rare customer queries you did most of your writing. When you reached a block you’d read, but today you felt particularly inspired.

The world was saved again. The news reports had shown footage of the daring rescue. As grim as the situation was, you couldn’t help but fantasize. The first avenger with his golden hair and sharp jawline was every woman’s Adonis. At least, you thought he was the very picture of perfection.

It wasn’t obsession. That was your mantra. You often argued with yourself. As much as you thought of the great Steve Rogers, it was only admiration. It wasn’t the possessive infatuation often found on social media. It was a hobby. An escape from the world. 

You bent over the notebook. The shop was empty. The dulcet tones of indie folk floated along the shelves. You set pen to paper and waited for the ring to draw you away from the world behind your eyes. 

You leaned on the counter and scribbled the first line in ink. That was always the hardest part. Then again, the beginning was always more exciting than the end.

‘The day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shine…’

-

It was amusing at first. The thought of another person spending so much time writing about him. That someone would fabricate an entire universe in which he was entirely different. Somewhere out there was a woman who wore the pseudonym ‘stevies-doll’.

Steve knew he should have been perturbed by the fact. The idea of another so consumed by him that they would post almost every other day about him. He couldn’t remember how he stumbled on the small blog. A decent following but nothing close to viral. 

The first story he read was cute. It even made him feel warm. The second was very much the same. He clicked through to another, this one more serious. Grey and daunting. A few more and he stumbled upon one he found most interesting, the letters NSFW emblazoned across the top. He googled the acronym and clicked back to the tab. Excited almost.

When he finished, he was warm in another way. Hot, almost. The things he read, the idea of him doing them, was almost arousing. Of course, he had never done any of it. Had never been more than the perfect gentlemen. Sweet and doting. That was how love should be. But that wasn’t love, no, that story was sex. Pure, unadulterated fucking.

He forced himself away from the computer after that. He needed to sleep. He had intended to browse his email quickly but he often found himself in the oddest rabbit-holes. That was definitely the deepest. He shook his head and chuckled. It was funny.

The next morning he awoke and went about his usual routine. He was out the door by seven. Off to save the world. Or wait around for it to need saving. At Stark Tower, he listened to Tony with his eyes on his phone. It wasn’t anything important. Some recounting about how he had scared Pepper with a nano-spider. 

Steve gave a half-hearted chuckle and Tony went back to his screen. “Tough audience,” He muttered to Bruce who merely shook his head.

Steve leaned against a stool and squinted at his phone. He stared at the google search. Why had he typed it in? Somewhere in the tedium of Tony’s chatter, he had keyed in the name. He hit the first link and his phone loaded slowly. 

His own face stared back at him. The banner was a press photo he had taken over a year ago. His bright eyes were staunch beneath the mask as he stared off into the distance. She had posted again. His thumb hovered over ‘read more’. Did he dare? 

He looked up to make sure he was not being observed. The two scientists were too distracted to care about his online activity. He stood straight and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna hit the gym,” He lied. A grumble from both scientists as they squinted at the floating screens. “Right, have fun.” Steve said dryly as he left them to their work.

He stepped out in the hall and pressed his thumb to the screen. He bent his head over the phone as he walked blindly down the halls. Neither Tony or Bruce noticed through the window that he had gone entirely the wrong way. Steve didn’t either as his eyes flitted over the screen.

‘The day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shine…’

-

You couldn’t believe how much your blog had grown in the last few months. You didn’t know if it betrayed your unexciting life or your one-track mind. Both, maybe. But it made your everyday responsibilities a little less tedious.

And the messages were even better than the hit count. Several had messaged to say they loved your work and went so far as to call you an inspiration. It was flattering but it was easy to remember who you were. No Stephen King or JK Rowling. You wrote silly one shots with limited development. 

Today your inbox had been steady. Every time you found yourself bored at work, you opened the app and you had another message. Most of them short or even just emojis but nice nonetheless. And there was one you were waiting to answer

So long and in depth you had to give it more than just a thanks. You opened it several times and reread it.

‘Your story is really interesting. I think the way your portray Steve is believable. In this type of writing you rarely find anything realistic but your writing feels genuine if not entirely accurate. I would say you capture the essence of Steve perfectly and his actions at least make sense.

I always enjoy your updates and even look forward to them...especially the NSFW ones. ;)’

It was one of the few users who didn't use the anonymous feature and also left a complete comment. It was refreshing and you had come to look forward to their commentary. They went by CapUSA. Another Steve fangirl who was surprisingly inactive outside your blog. Her page was almost a clone of your own. They liked every post, reblogged, and commented. What more could a writer ask for?

Original characters maybe and not just fantasies of someone who’d never know of her existence. You closed your laptop and sighed. It felt like time. You could feel the block at the back of your head. The little thrill you got was wearing off and it felt like a phase better left to fade with your emo days in high school and that month in university when you dyed your hair purple.

You readied for work. Back on days that week. Opening was always easier. It didn’t feel so drawn out. Nina would be in at one and you’d keep her company until four. It meant little time for writing. Maybe that was for the better. You needed to start planning. For the future. For something truly your own. A fantasy so detached from reality that it would make market and maybe even a dime.

That was your dream. You didn’t want to be the listless fangirl forever. Ugh, how you hated to even call yourself a fangirl. No post today, you resigned. Maybe none tomorrow. You’d have to work up the courage to announce your hiatus. Life was calling and for once a sliver of genuine inspiration. 

And the bookstore. It was Shakespeare’s birthday, which conveniently was also his death day. This meant two for one on all of his works. Nina also  hired actors to stand outside the shop and re-enact famous scene from the playwright’s repertoire. They wouldn’t arrive till noon but you had a lot of set-up to do. Enough to keep you from thinking of the disappointed messages that would fill your inbox.

-

Steve scrolled through the pale pink blog for the dozenth time that morning. It had been two weeks since stevies-doll posted. The longest two weeks of his life. He wasn’t sure when it had become a staple in his life. A ritual almost. He’d read her latest fic as he laid down and try to clear his head of blood and grime. Lose himself in the person she dreamed he was. The man he had come to envy. Fictional but all too real in his head.

But there was nothing. At first he re-read and read again. But that grew old. He knew almost every story by heart at this point. He could recite the intro line to most and he fell asleep as his imagination reconstructed the things he had never done. 

Her banner flashed across his sight when he woke, the image of his blue eyes staring beyond him. He’d come to think of her Steve as an altar ego. The beast buried deep inside of him. He was tired of being the nation’s golden child. Their unwavering moral beacon. He wanted to be him and she had helped him figure out who he truly was.

But she was gone. No green dot above her name in the chat window, her last post dated fourteen days ago, her blog like a time capsule. The ice that had preserved him for seventy years. Where was she?

Then a thought struck him. A devious one. He had been on enough missions to know his way around a computer. He considered himself quite savvy after living nearly a decade ahead of his time. It was simple enough. He tracked down many a drug pin this way and they were often concealed behind walls of encryption. He doubted she had more than a store-bought antivirus, if that.

He climbed out of bed and booted his computer. His leg shook impatiently and he tossed his phone just beneath the corner of the monitor. He rubbed his palms together as the home screen loaded and he clicked on the browser.

Her IP was simple enough to find. Right-click, inspect. When he found it, he felt his heart jump. This was a line. A very clear one. If he did this, there was no going back. He let go of the mouse and leaned his chin in his hands. He stared at her page, split by the window of code, and his jaw ticked.

He hit back and went to the messenger. He clicked on her name and his fingertips ran over the space bar. He didn’t know what to say. He’d send her little asks about her fics but he never messaged her directly. Would she respond?

‘Hey,’ He typed slowly, his fingers sped up with each key, ‘I’m a fan of your work. I think it’s excellent. I just wanted to check in and see if you were still writing for this blog.’

He hit enter and waited. He focused on the grey dot beside her name. If she saw this, it likely wouldn’t be until morning. He checked the time and sighed. It was late. He had an early briefing with Tony and he should try to sleep. 

He hovered the cursor over the x but the dot turned green and he paused. The little ‘...’ blipped in the bottom of the chat box and the ding of her reply was music to his ears.

‘Hey, sorry. I know I’ve been quiet lately. I’ve just been so busy with work. I’m a bit behind at the moment. Thank you though for following me. I always enjoy your comments :)’ He read it several times before he could reply. Before he could even think of the words to.

‘It’s okay. We all have responsibilities. Take your time.’ He wanted to tell her to hurry up but who knew? She might be someone important, like a lawyer or teacher. He could wait. As long as there was hope. 

‘Thanks. I appreciate that. Really.’ That response was quicker. Curt, almost.

‘I don’t want to overstep but are you okay?’ His cheeks were hot.

‘Ah, you know, life.’

He scratched his chin as he leaned back in his chair. Slowly he sat forward and typed. It took him three tries to get it right. Concerned but not pushy. ‘Anything you wanna talk about?’ He waited. The three dots appeared then faded. Several times before her answer blipped up.

‘I don’t wanna trouble you but I appreciate you asking. Nothing I won’t get over.’

‘Ok, no problem. Just know that if you need it, I could listen. It’s could to talk about stress.’ He laughed at himself. He should take his own advice. He had a horrible habit of letting things pile up until he burst at the seams.

‘Thanks again. I’ll ttyl. I gotta get some sleep. Have a good one.’

‘You, too,’ He replied a bit too quickly. ‘Talk to you then.’

-

You were ready to post again. It had been almost a month since your last fic and you had been reluctant to return. You couldn’t help checking in daily to see your notifications and scroll mindlessly through your own content. And your offline writing had come to a halt. You were stuck and you didn’t know how else to cope but fall back on what you knew.

Your new friend had helped too. CapUSA had quickly become a stalwart of your blog. She, or he, you still weren’t sure, spoke to you almost everyday. They encouraged you to try one more fic as you mulled over a certain prompt. Why not? It would be like a writing exercise. Maybe it would help you with your original writing. Take some of the pressure off.

And you didn’t just talk about writing. You talked about the bookstore and Nina’s incessant complaints. You talked about the stresses of your lives. Friends, or lack thereof. Cap seemed a popular person and recounted stories of the latest drama. A close knit group of friends who acted more like adversaries. It was amusing and made your forget that your life was rather empty.

You hit post and smiled. That familiar rush rolled over you and you snapped closed your laptop. You were already dressed and ready for work. You crammed in the quick editing session before the bus was due and now you’d have to run for it.

Back on afternoons. It was rainy and you were soaked by the time you got to the shop. The weather always helped traffic and you ducked behind the counter where Nina was tending to the line with Cara, a new addition. The curly-haired blonde reminded you of old Hollywood. Her high cheekbones and rose lips rivaled Monroe’s.

“Do you want me to start early?” You asked as you tucked your bag under the counter between them.

“You better. I’m gone in ten and Cara’s only on til three.” Nina muttered. “We got a new shipment. Boxes are at the end of the aisles. We’ve not had a chance to touch ‘em.”

“Okay, I’ll get right on it,” You pin your name tag on and stepped back around the counter. She was in one of her moods and all the better that you avoid her until she left. You went to the end of the history aisle and opened the box against the wall.

‘You working?’ The vibration drew your attention from re-arranging the non-fiction section. The message floated in a bubble on your lock screen. You smiled. This faceless stranger felt like more. Of course, virtual friendships were often fleeting.

You glanced down the aisle, both Nina and Cara were squinting at the computer as a customer waited patiently for them to figure out their conundrum. You swiped away the lock and typed swiftly with your phone hidden behind your leg. 

‘Closing. Here all night.’

‘Oh :( you got company at least?’

‘For a couple more hours. But no shortage of work. :/’

‘Damn. Should I leave you alone?’

‘Up to you. My responses might be sporadic. Boss isn’t very pleasant today.’

‘Cool. I just read your new fic.’ 

‘Yeah? Sorry I haven’t checked my notifications just yet.’

‘No problem. I left a comment is all.’

‘What are you up to?’

‘Taking a break from driving. I should actually get back to it. It’s a long trip.’

‘Where are you going?’

‘To see a friend.’

‘Ah, ok. Well, drive safe.’

‘I will ;) See ya later.’

‘ttyl :)’

-

‘Nina’s Nook’. Steve read the crooked moniker several times over. He couldn’t believe he was actually there. That she was inside. He made good time on the road. An eight hour trip in six. Of course, he hadn’t exactly abided the speed limit. His impatience had turned to recklessness. So unlike him.

The sky was dim. The summer nights came later and later. She’d be done in an hour. The streets were dying down and the door hadn’t chimed in almost as long. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He tried to shrug of his anxiety and took a breath. 

She wouldn’t know it was him. Well, she might recognize him but she wouldn’t know he was CapUSA. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Steve Rogers in her bookshop. In this town. It would be a story she would recount for the rest of her life. An encounter she would never forget. 

Oh, he’d make sure she remembered it.

He crossed the street. A single car passed as he stepped up on the curb. It was much quieter than New York. No honking, no shouts, no hissing sewers. He liked it. It was quaint. He stood before the door and peeked through the glass. There was no one behind the desk. But the sign read open and the lights shone in welcome.

He pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. The bell announced his entrance and a small voice called from the corner of the shop. “One moment, please.” He heard the shuffle of books and light footsteps. She emerged from the far shelves and his lips parted at the sight of her.

He had seen her before. Her few photos on Facebook and Instagram. He had found those shortly after he ferreted out her IP. He couldn’t see much but her privacy settings allowed him a glimpse into her real life. Her smile was nicer than in her pictures. 

“Sorry, I was--” She stopped short as she saw him. She blinked. He closed his mouth as hers fell open. Her voice was higher when she spoke next. “I was just sorting some stuff out. I--How can I help you?”

“Um, a friend recommended a book to me and I was passing by, I thought maybe by chance… you might have it.” He kept his voice even. The same one he used for his press conferences.

“Do you have a title?” She asked. He could see her fingers tremble. The guilt as her eyes rounded. She was thinking of all the things she had wrote about him. He was thinking of those too.

“Jeez, you know, I’ve totally forgotten but the author was, uh…” He pretended to think and his eyes drifted down her body. Her flowered blouse was boxy but her pants hugged the curves of her hips and legs. She clasped her hands together and the gesture pushed her chest together between her arms. “Margaret Archer--er, Atwood.”

“Hmm, she’s done a lot. Do you know what it’s about?” She pulled her hands apart and wiped her palms on her dark pants. His eyes followed the movement. He wanted his hands there. Wanted to feel her thighs against him.

“Something about an apocalypse...um, a character named...Snow--Snow something.” He acted like he coudn’t remember. Couldn’t recall that it was stevies-doll who had recommended the very book. 

“Oh, Oryx and Crake, I think it is. It’s an interesting one.” She smiled, proud to have figured out the riddle. “If you will, it should be with our most popular books.”

She hesitated as she passed him. He followed her as she went to the shelf just beside the counter. She hovered her finger before the titles as she read them. She bent as she got lower. He admired her ass as she did. He tucked his hands in his pocket before he could reach out.

“Yeah, I think it’s in sci-fi.” She stood and peeked over her shoulder. “It’s just over here.” She led him down the narrow aisle to the end. “Starts just here so Atwood…” She scanned the shelf, “Here.” She pulled out the book and held it out to him. “We have it in hardcover too.”

He took it and felt the raised letters on the cover. “Thanks.” He didn’t even acknowledge the book in his hand. The aisle was so tight she was trapped between him and the wall. She gave a sheepish smile and he turned to press his back to the shelf. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

She nodded and squeezed past him. Her chest brushed against his torso and she pretended not to notice. Once past him, she cleared her throat. “If you need any help, I’ll be up front.” She turned before he could respond and her watched her go. He never would’ve guessed the mousy shop assistant would have such a lurid imagination.

-

You were in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Steve Rogers in your book shop? No, you were dreaming. Or was it a nightmare? Oh god, why had you written all that stuff? You needed to delete. Now. You could hear him. The floor creaked as he moved slowly down the aisle. You hoped he would’ve taken the book and gone. The longer he stayed, the worse you felt. Your cheeks were on fire.

Your phone vibrated. You swiped the screen and found a new message from CapUSA. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You should just pretend you didn’t see it. You unlocked the phone and read the message.

‘Hey, how’s work?’

‘It’s fine.’ You answered. What could you say? Who would believe that Steve Rogers had walked in your door?

‘I just was thinking about your last fic.’

‘Oh yeah?’ You peeked over at the far aisle. The floor no longer whined with his weight.

‘Yeah, I’d love to re-enact the last scene.’

‘Sorry?’ You sent the message and it went unanswered. ‘I don’t get it. What do you mean?’

‘The one with the girl on her knees. Begging to be fucked.’

‘Okay? I still don’t understand.’ Your heart jumped. This was really weird.

‘Or maybe and I could fuck you on that counter you’re standing behind.’

You hit close and locked the phone. You dropped it and looked around the shop. You rushed out from behind the counter and glanced out the window. You turned the latch and the floorboards groaned. You turned and pressed yourself to the door. You forgot he was there. 

How could you forget something like that?

“Sorry, uh, we’re closing up,” You felt around for the lock, “I was just--”

“That’s okay. I think I’m just about done.” He slapped the book against his palm and placed it on the corner of the counter. He set his phone on top of it with a flourish. “Why don’t you flip the sign and we can get started.”

“What are you--”

“Do you prefer I call you by your real name or stevies-doll?” He leaned against the counter and smirked. “Or I can just call you doll. I know you like that.”

“No,” You exhaled shakily, “Y-you can’t be…”

“You’re not happy to see me?” He asked. He didn’t sound like the hero you saw on the news. Barely looked like him now. His pupils dilated to darken his blue eyes and the shadows of the shop cast his face in sinister tones. “You can call me Stevie if you like.”

“I...What I wrote, it was just...” You spluttered. “I’m s-sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” He pushed himself away from the counter. “I’m not mad. Intrigued really.”

He stepped closer and your ears pounded as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. You turned and fumbled with the lock. The door opened an inch before his hand slammed it shut again. He easily flipped the lock back into place and spun the sign with a flick of his thumb. 

“You can close early and we can have some fun...maybe inspire a new fic.” His arm was around your waist and you grabbed onto his thick wrist.

“They’re just stories.” You kicked as he pulled you away from the door. He tugged the blind down over the window. “Stupid fantasies.”

“Well, consider this a dream come true, doll,” He spun and let you go. You collided with the desk and gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. “I think you remember this scene.”

“What do you want?” You clung to the desk as you turned to him. 

“You know, I’m everything people think I am. Straight-laced, valiant, boring.” He planted his feet and stared you down. “Or was...until I found your blog.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “It gets lonely on the road. At first, your blog was like a secret companion. It gave me something to look forward to but then it made me think. So many things I never even knew I was missing out on.”

“Please, I don’t know what you want from me,” Your voice cracked. Your fear surged and left you shaking against the counter.

“I want…” He tilted his head and his eyes flashed, “You.” He paused and pushed his shoulders back. “On your knees.” Your eyes rounded, “Oh yes,” He raised a finger, “Naked.”

You stared at him. You were frozen in place. The counter your only support from melting into a puddle. His nostrils flared as he exhaled; long and drawn out. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” He snarled and his hand balled into a fist.

You gulped and held yourself with one hand against the counter as you bent to unlace your oxfords. You kicked them off with your socks and mustered your strength. You stood on your own and unbuttoned your shirt. You kept your eyes on the aged carpet stretched across the hardwood.

You dropped the blouse onto your shoes and unzipped your fly. The wool trousers slid halfway down without help and you untangled your legs from them. You added them to the heap and stood straight.

“Look at me,” Steve ordered. Your eyes snapped over to him. “Good.” You reached back and he raised a hand. “Stop...I wanna do it.”

He waved you forward and slowly you stepped away from the counter. He bared his palm in a gesture for you to halt and you hung your head. “Eyes up.” He corrected as he came closer. He walked around you and stopped just behind you.

His thick fingers touched the band of your bra and ran along it until they met at the hooks. He carefully unclasped it and the cups fell loose. He tickled your arms as he pushed the straps down them. He took it and flung it away from him. His hands came up to cup your tits and he pushed himself flush to your back.

“You always wrote so vividly of me but...I never knew how beautiful you truly were...how good you feel.” He squeezed and slowly lowered his hands. He dragged them to the side of your panties and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic. He bent as he guided the panties down your legs. “God, that ass.”

You shivered and his hands cradled your ass. He ran his rough palms along your cheeks and up your back. They settled on your shoulders and he pushed down firmly. “On your knees.”

He stepped back and you unsteadily got to your knees. He walked another circle around you. You could hear his dusky breaths. Glimpsed how his hand ran over the front of his jeans. 

“Now ask, like a good girl,” He stopped before you and stared down with a smirk. “Go on, doll, I know you want it.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed. You grit your teeth and gather what was left of your wits. A story. That’s all this was. The letters could be backspaced and no one would know better of it. 

“Please,” You recalled the last scene you had posted. The tingle which had flowed through you as you hit the button. What had she said? You opened your eyes. “Please, I want to...I want to make you happy.” You shuddered as the words whisked from you. “Can I?”

“Can you...what?” He taunted.

“Can I suck your dick?” It was barely a whisper. 

“Oh, well, since you asked so nicely,” His hands were on his belt as he spoke. “But I have a different scene in mind for tonight. A new one.” He unbuckled his belt and cracked his neck. “I want you on the counter. On your back.”

You made to stand and his hand went to your head. He held you down. 

“Crawl.”

You weakly dropped forward and turned. You crawled on hands and knees as he followed, stopping just in front of the desk as you followed his pointed finger to the other side. You stood and lifted yourself onto the counter and laid on your back. He guided your head over the side as he pulled you close and his hands found your tits again. He tweaked your hard nipples and you bit your lip.

He rescinded his hands and finished unzipping his pants. You tried not to watch as he pushed his pants down, his briefs too. The blur focused and you gaped at the size of him. He gripped himself and you snapped your mouth shut. He grabbed your chin and squeezed.

“Now, now, don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted,” He pressed his cock to your mouth and you were forced to open as his fingers threatened to crush your jaw.

He slid inside and your gasp was stifled as he met the back of your throat. He forced himself further and you threw your arms out. A clatter of books and papers as you swept them off the counter. He lingered at his limit and wiggled his hips. You arched your back as you choked and he grabbed your tit, kneading it as he slowly pulled out.

He pushed back in just as you gulped down air and you writhed atop the desk. He thrust in and out of your mouth. You gagged and groaned. The noises only fueled his fervour and he sunk in over and over until your head pulsed. The spit smeared around your lips and his balls.

He pulled back and slammed back in suddenly. His motion slowed as he came. He grunted, his breaths stuttered by the staggered rock of his pelvis. You clawed at the counter top and kicked until you could breathe again.

He slipped his cock from between your lips and his cum leaked from your mouth. You sat up and coughed. His hands were on your shoulders again. His fingers danced along your throat as if to ease your struggles.

“Come on, that’s just the first act,” He drew away and you glanced over your shoulder. “Turn around.” 

You turned on the desk and he pulled your legs over the edge. He pushed your knees apart and stepped back to admire the view. You dug your nails into the lip of the counter to keep yourself from closing your legs.

“I know you’ve been dying to see this,” He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. 

His cock hung out of his pants. It twitched as he tossed his shirt at you. You caught it. It smelled like him. He shoved his pants down without pause and he hardened again. You dropped his shirt and looked away guiltily. 

Had you not written this scene a dozen times over?

He was completely naked when you looked again. He came close, his hands on your knees as he knelt before you. You tried to pull your legs together but he held them apart. He shook his head and tutted. 

“Just sit back and enjoy,” He licked his lips. “Trust me, it’s better than you could ever imagine.”

Your shock took over completely. You watched as he bowed his head and you felt his hot breath on your thighs. When his tongue met your pussy you gasped. He delved between your folds and swirled around your clit. Your nails went deeper into the wood and your thighs shook. It felt good. It shouldn’t, though.

He buried his face deeper and you watched his golden locks from above. He reached over blindly, his large hand found yours, and he guided it to the back of his head. He held it there a moment before letting go. You clung to him as he hands glided up your thighs and he framed your vee with thumb and index.

You arched your back and moaned. It was your declaration of surrender. You couldn’t resist it any longer. The heat stirred inside of you, the flames licking at your thighs and back. You urged Steve closer though he couldn’t possibly go any deeper. 

His hands slipped down to the outside of your thighs. Your legs closed around his head and held him there. He tipped you slightly and you curled around him as he continued to lap. Your breaths mixed with throaty hums and you fell back. 

You had one hand still on his head and the other in your hair as you cried out in a mighty climax. He didn’t stop until you were shaking across the counter. When at last his mouth left you, you shivered. A sudden coolness washed over your body. He stood and you looked at him through the haze.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you to your feet. You wavered and he spun you quickly. You caught yourself on the desk and he slapped your ass. “That’s it,” He purred. “You’re getting it now.”

He nudged your shoulder until you were bent entirely over the counter, your toes barely met the floor. He rubbed your ass and pulled your cheeks apart. His cock poked you as his hand slipped lower and he tickled just below your ass. You squirmed and he chuckled.

He felt around and his cock slipped lower as he bent his knees. He dragged his tip along your folds before prodding at your entrance. He shoved his hand between your legs and forced them apart. 

He pushed inside and slowly stretched you around him. Your head shot up at the strain. A mix of pain and pleasure as he got deeper and deeper.

You whined as he bottomed out and his hips bucked almost instinctively. He hit your cervix and you cried out. He eased out and pushed back in. He repeated this again and again, his motion careful. Deliberate. He brought his pelvis flush to your ass and groaned.

“Fuck,” He slapped your ass again. 

He drew back and slammed into you all at once. All restraint was lost and he thrust mercilessly. His pace was wild. You reached out to grab at the edge of the counter, your hips hitting the other painfully. The spark had caught and you felt the flame about to burst. 

Your orgasm was surprising. More agony than pleasure. You whimpered and pushed your head into the counter as you heaved. You could barely breath as Steve never wavered. He fucked until you until your walls ached. Until they turned numb and you were nothing but a mewling fool before him.

He bent over your, his muscled torso against your sweaty back. He rutted atop you frantically. His hips jerked as his grunts deepened. His breath caught and he swore. He lifted himself off you and you felt the warmth spill down your ass and thigh. 

You laid breathless as he panted behind you. He rubbed his cum into your skin with two fingers and you shook. You tried to push yourself up from the desk. He caught your hip and shoved you back down.

“Oh, we’re not even close to the finale,” He pinched your ass and you squeaked. “Not to mention the epilogue.”

-

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[annes-andromeda]

Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 4: Out With The Old

N/: New chapter! This includes some changes to Thor and Loki finding Odin, while also adding in Jane, Darcy, a bit of Valkyrie foreshadowing, and of course family drama.

The streets of London were much different from Manhattan. Sure, they were buzzing with busy civilians, but it seemed much more relaxed compared to the pushy and sometimes rude people of New York. Thor looked around as everyone gave him equally fascinated stares.

Thor had remembered the address of Jane’s home. Due to her scientific discoveries and acknowledgment as an astrophysicist, she had been able to move out of her parents house and afford her own abode. He was happy for her, but deep in the back of his mind, he still felt guilt over leaving her without notice for so long. Thankfully though, just because they weren’t romantically involved didn’t mean they had to stop being friends.

Once coming up a street, then about three more, the brothers walked past houses and playing children, till eventually they found the building that had the number “84”. Walking towards the door, Thor had one hand in his pocket, the other reaching to the doorbell. He took a deep breath before pressing on the button, then waited beside Loki for a reply.

On instinct, he assumed that Jane would be the one opening the door. But instead, another familiar face greeted him.

“Well, if it isn’t Captain sparkly face and Emperor witch pants” Darcy said, her tone humorous

Thor chuckled as he wrapped his large arms around her to give her a hug “Nice to see you too, Darcy”

When they parted, Thor looked over to Loki, who had an eyebrow raised and let out an exasperated breath. The two then heard a voice call out to Darcy, “Hey, Darcy! Is tha-“ The person stopped mid sentence the minute she locked eyes with the blonde haired giant.

Jane’s mouth hung open as she tried to find the words to say. Her hair was tied behind her, unkept and messy. “Thor...” was the only thing she could muster. She walked over to him and hugged him, which he gladly returned. Once they parted, she looked over to Loki and said “Weren’t you-“

“It’s a long story” Loki interrupted “But one that would have to wait, I’m afraid”

“He’s right, Jane” Thor said “You see, things have changed within the Nine Realms, and we were informed that our father was with you”

Jane frowned before nodding “Right this way”

Thor walked through the doorway with Loki behind him. The house was nicely kept, aside from the materials possibly used for experiments, and the bombardments of paperwork. The living room was next to the kitchen, which Darcy went into to get some food “You guys want anything?”

Thor shook his head “No, thank you” When his gaze returned to Jane, she motioned to the couch, where a heavy figure lay motionless. He immediately realized who it was, bending down and leaning in closer “Father...” he whispered. Odin’s face was embedded with sweat, a white cloth wrapping over his right eye. A blanket lay over his resting form.

He turned to Jane “What happened to him?” He asked

“I don’t know” the woman answered “He’s been very delirious lately; sweating profusely, nonsensical words, just overall acting... strange. I tried giving him some medicine to calm him down, but I didn’t know which one would actually do anything, so I just resorted to Tylenol and some Xanax. Seems to have done the trick. But he’s been sleeping in for well over three weeks now”

“Perhaps he went into Odinsleep” Loki commented, leaning over the couch “It’s possible that he could have broken free of my spell and used his own power far too greatly. And there’s never any discernible time as to when he’s in that state”

“No” Thor said “No, this is something different. If father truly was in Odinsleep, then the Odin-force would create a barrier around him as a means to protect him, and even then he’d be vulnerable, but not weak”

His hand ran through his father’s hair, moving the locks away from his sweat drenched forehead. Odin was breathing heavily, as if the air was fighting to escape his lungs. There was struggle within his body, one that told of true pain. And Thor felt helpless to do anything.

Jane then came forward and adjusted the blanket “Let’s leave him alone for now. Maybe he’ll sense that you’re here and wake up”

Struggling to part from his father’s side, Thor eventually got up, letting his father rest a while longer. Perhaps if he just waited a while longer, then perhaps his father would awaken and tell him what he needs to know.

“I see you’ve been researching more of our culture” Thor heard Loki say. It had been almost half an hour since they had arrived, and there still were no signs of stirring with Odin. Thor sat at the dinner table, drinking a latte that Darcy had happily prepared for him. Jane was standing next to Loki, rummaging through all the research papers she had conducted.

“Yeah” Jane responded “Ever since the whole ordeal with the Aether, I started looking up some more info on Norse Mythology, and I guess I just... went from there” She grabbed one of the papers, studying it intently “It’s always been fascinating to me how your appearances on Earth inspired such stories and legends. It even helped created an entire culture”

Loki shrugged “Well, it’s not as if it didn’t happen before. You mortals have always had a sense of ignorance and blind worship within you. Even the more... intellectual ones”

The sound of Jane’s scoff echoed through the kitchen “Really? And who was the one who planted Gravimetric strikes alongside Doctor Selvig to stop the Convergence when Malekith was attacking?”

“And who was the one who saved you from getting sucked into a wormhole?” Loki said snidely “Who were the ones who aided you in getting the Aether out of your body?”

“For your information, I managed to survive that encounter longer that most people could even imagine” Jane added “Shouldn’t that say something about me?”

Loki chuckled “I meant no offense, Foster. Although, you can’t deny that my jests weren’t entirely out of mockery. Just simply take it in stride, is all”

Thor could only watch the ordeal from his seat, with Darcy at his side sporting a shit-eating grin on her face “This is honestly the most entertainment I’ve gotten in the past month” She said looking over to Thor “So how’s your new boyfriend, space retriever?”

That made both Jane and Loki stop talking, the two of them immediately looking to Thor. The man felt cornered as all eyes were on him. Granted, it wasn’t the topic that made him uncomfortable. Oh god no, Thor could talk about Steve all day. Hell, when he returned to Asgard, he spoke of the Captain so often that even Fandral began taking a liking to him. This time, however, Thor felt it would be rather insensitive to talk about his new flame in front of his old flame.

“Heard he’s a real heart throb” Darcy continued “Yeah, golden hair, body like Adonis, and an ass chuck full of meat. Bet you have fun with him a lot, don’t ya? ”

Thor’s face grew red at the image of his love’s splendid behind forming within his mind. An absolutely horrible time, considering that Jane was staring at him and Loki was waiting for whatever dumb response his brother could concoct.

“Yes” He finally answered “Steve and I enjoy each other’s company very much. However, he hasn’t grown comfortable enough to warrant any... physical intimacy, let alone a kiss”

“You haven’t even kissed yet?” Loki said, the comment shocking Thor. Strange coming from someone who never ever cared for his past flings before

Thor only rolled his eyes “As I was saying... Steve prefers it that we take our time in this courtship. But the last time I saw him was but a few months ago”

Jane walked over to Thor, placing a hand atop his giant bicep “Thor,” she began “You don’t have to feel uncomfortable talking about the Captain when you’re around me. Yeah sure, we’re not together anymore, but we agreed to still be friends, remember?”

Yeah, he did. Breaking up with Jane was amongst one of the hardest decisions he’s had to make. That and giving up the throne. When the Bifrost was destroyed, he never expected to see Jane again. Figured she’d be better off without him. Meeting Steve was never his intention, but he was glad he did.

And even when his feelings for Jane diminished, and the ones for Steve grew, Thor reassured Jane that he would continue to be her friend. And it held true to this day. Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean Thor stopped adoring her.

“Anyways” Jane’s voice snapped Thor out of his trance “Now that we got that out of the way, yeah... I’ve been researching more on your culture ever since the encounter with Malekith”

Darcy got up from her seat, grabbing her mug alongside Thor’s cup to wash in the sink “She’s been especially interested in those guys” She motioned to a tapestry on the wall, which depicted armored women riding atop winged horses. There were spears in their hands, their faces fair and beautiful. Strong and fierce, graceful and true.

“Ah yes, the Valkyrie” Thor said rising from his seat to take a closer look at the tapestry “I had wanted to join them when I was young, but my mother told me they were only women”

“I remember that” Loki added “We used to play a game of sorts where you’d parade the halls as a mighty Valkyrie atop your steed, and I’d chase you around until we resulted in the gardens”

“At least you could’ve actually been one of them”

“True. But I believe father wouldn’t have allowed that. Probably would have seen right through my facade”

Thor chuckled. He turned to Jane, who’s hands pushed through papers and made it to a little journal “Out of all the things that I’ve researched, they were the ones who peaked my interest. A group of elite warriors who brought the fallen in battle to Valhalla”

She held a printed painting of a young woman wearing a white dress and, like the other Valkyrie, held a spear in her hand. The maiden sat beside a lake, her feet dipped in the water, and her face solemn.

“Brunnhilde” Thor said, looking at the picture “The Fallen Angel. That’s what she was named. She led the Valkyrior into Niffleheim where they all went extinct. A shame that this resulted in Asgard returning to their more... ‘traditional’ ideals”

“It was also believed that Brunnhilde was the most beautiful warrior on Asgard” Loki claimed “A vision so fair that she could’ve been crafted for Valhalla itself”

“Yeah” Jane said “She’s pretty famous down here too. I tried looking up the cause of her and the Valkyrie’s death, but there wasn’t anything aside from them riding to Niffleheim and never being seen again. Fading into obscurity”

“In case you couldn’t tell, Jane’s got a bit of an obsession with these guys” Darcy remarked “She’s even resorted to writing old runes in her journal, placing stats on these people as if they were Mortal Combat characters, and drawing them for days on end. I haven’t been able to get a days work done without her yapping on about the history of Scandinavian culture”

“Oh shut up, you like my rambles” Jane said jokingly

“They didn’t disappear into thin air” Thor interrupted “They were killed; by one my people wouldn’t dare speak of. The goddess of death, Hela. Stories were told of her to frighten children: how she slaughtered all the Valkyrie and destroyed their legacy-”

A grumble interrupted his explanation, and he immediately turned to the source of the noise. The blanket covered Odin began to stir, his grumbling getting louder. Thor hurried over to see what was all the fuss about, Loki and Jane at his tail while Darcy stayed from a distance. He noticed that his father’s breath had grown rapid, his eyes rolling behind his head.

“Father?” Thor said, as he attempted to wake the All-Father by shaking him. Yet no response came. Again he tried, “Father!” But nothing.

“Is he having a seizure?” Jane asked worryingly

“She’s...coming” Odin could be heard saying “She’s coming! She’s coming!”

And then, his eyes fully opened, scaring the three people looking at him. They waited for him to say something, anything. But he ignored them, getting up on his own. He snatched the blanket away from his body, stretching his limbs

Thor put his hand on his father’s back “Father?” He tried “Father, what is it?”

Odin turned to look at his son, his hand coming to his face “You...you... are Thor... my son”

“Yes” Thor smiled “Yes Father, it’s me. I’m here, and so is Loki”

“Yes...my-my...my other son” Odin slurred. He stumbled on his feet, attempting to shift his gaze towards Loki “The storms within you burn greatly. I suppose the fault is mine...for being so callous. I have failed both of you... my sons... and now, I shall face the consequences”

The last word was drawn out, gurgled and transformed into more grumbling “My time has come. The day of reckoning is upon us”

“Father what are you talking about?” Thor asked, voice painted with worry

“It is upon us: Ragnarök. The end of all of Asgard. The Twilight of the Gods” Odin started bluntly

Thor and Loki looked at each other. No, it couldn’t be true. “But father” Loki stepped in “We’re not gods. You said so yourself, remember?”

Odin chuckled darkly to himself, as if his sons were nothing but voiced in his head “Oh my boys, if you knew what you truly were capable of- what I was capable of, as my father before me- you wouldn’t hesitate to call yourselves Gods” He walked over to the kitchen, shoeing away at Darcy so as to get a drink.

Thor promptly stopped him, forcefully grabbing his father’s wrist before he took a chug of alcohol “No, no! You’re going to explain yourself and tell us what’s happening”

“There’s no time!” Odin exclaimed “She is coming, the inevitable is about to transpire! I tried to hide her away, to protect Asgard from her, but her power is too great to control. Acting the fool, I was! Callous and stupid! Irresponsible!”

The words came out rushed and anxious. In an attempt to calm Odin down, Thor cupped his father’s face “Just... please explain. Slowly”

A sigh escaped Odin’s lips “It is Hela, the goddess of death. I had imprisoned her when she proved to be too extreme. But now the time has come. The time for Asgard to fall. And for my secrets to be unveiled. I have lied to you, my boy” His gaze was focused directly to Thor “You... You... are not my firstborn child”

Thor felt the wind get knocked out of him “W-What...?”

“Before I married your mother, Frigga, I had taken another partner. Her name was Jord: the goddess of the Earth. With her, I wished to conceive a child strong enough to survive on both Midgard and Asgard. When that baby was born, I couldn’t be prouder. But in my heart, I could see that there was danger in their strength. So much so, that I couldn’t even bring myself to claim them as my own”

The look of shock in Thor’s face began to mold into disgust, eyebrows furrowing and mouth agape. This had to be a nightmare. Some terrible dream he was having. The way his mouth felt dry, his skin getting colder. It was too surreal.

“When they came of age, I brought them into my forces. We fought side by side together. But the child grew to detest me, even going as far as to plot and scheme with my enemies. I sent them into exile, feeling it was the best choice for the Nine Realms. And when it was time for me to seek out another Queen, I met Frigga. Which resulted, in your birth”

Thor shook his head continuously “No...no. Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it”

Odin gave a look of shame. The feeling in the room was uncomfortable, with Jane and Darcy completely silent, unable to comprehend what was happening. Loki was in as much shock as anyone, but he felt the need to say something. The news of Hela returning was already enough for him to be in a stressful mode.

“The goddess of death” Odin began “Hela. She is not simply myth. She is very real. She... is your sister”

He looked over to Loki, his face hardening and stern.

“And your mother”

[toneofdarkness]

2. best to worst kisser, 7. most to least violent 19. easiest to hardest to startle 26. most to least affectionate 27. best to worst temper 28. quickest to slowest to say “I love you”

Muse rankings ( x )

- 2. best to worst kisser

Rei - it’s one of the romance-related skills he’s made to learn while young

Keito - not his fault he (used to be) friends with the fiend of romance above

HiMERU - it’s HiMERU’s secret~

Madara - :3c

Kaoru - comes with the charm

Hajime - platonic smooches

Midori - help

Eichi - what, me, kiss---How do I do that...?

Koga - gross

Adonis - ...I am not used to this; I apologize

Souma - Uumuu...Is that not something intimate...?

Makoto - K-Kiiiiii--- [*brain shutdown sounds*]

Tori - you’ll have to get past Yuzuru first; not that Tori knows how to kiss anyway

- 7. most to least violent

Souma - don’t misunderstand; Souma’s not violent, but insult someone or something very important to him, and you shall answer to his blade; prepare to die!

Madara - I wasn’t kidding when I say that he can break you like a twig, and no one will hear you scream

Koga - mostly barks aloud, but he can get physical, and he WILL get physical

Keito - he’ll (gleefully) hit you on the head without question IF you’re deserving of it - when infuriated, his kicks can knock over Buddha statues

Midori - do not ever compare him to Chiaki while he’s holding something he can use as a weapon

Adonis - he will use physical force when necessary, and he will not stop until he’s done

HiMERU - beware if your name is ‘Kazehaya Tatsumi’

Eichi - he wouldn’t hesitate to hit you if you offend him - but that’s not the worst he can do to you...

Rei - once he personally takes action, it means bad news

Kaoru - Mr. Pacifist

Tori - it’s Yuzuru you really have to watch out for

Makoto - nerd

Hajime - cries at the mere thought of harming others

- 19. easiest to hardest to startle

Hajime - he’s very bad at jumpscares

Tori - UUNYAAAA??!!!

Souma - DO NOT, if you value your life

Midori

Makoto

Keito

Kaoru

Eichi - though it’s really not recommended

HiMERU

Koga - he can smell you coming a mile away

Adonis - hunter instincts activated

Madara - also a hunter

Rei - vampire

- 26. most to least affectionate

Tori - triple-tied with Hajime and Madara

Hajime - triple-tied with Tori and Madara

Madara - triple-tied with Tori and Hajime - watch out for his bear hugs

Rei - you’ll know when he wants attention

Kaoru - playboy

Makoto - awkward nerd

Midori - becomes really affectionate if you’re a mascot character

Eichi

Keito - incorrigible

Adonis - tries to be, but awkward

Koga - bites and growls

HiMERU

Souma - always keeps a respectful distance; will not approach until prompted

- 27. best to worst temper

Hajime - very well-behaved

Kaoru - keeps a cool head

HiMERU - unless your name is ‘Kazehaya Tatsumi’

Makoto - awkward nerd

Rei - unless his pettiness strikes

Madara - uhuhuhuuu~ >:3c

Adonis

Eichi

Keito - you’d think he’d have an even temper, but nooo

Souma - quick to be offended, and feel insulted

Midori - pettiness to the max

Koga - tied with Tori

Tori - tied with Koga

- 28. quickest to slowest to say “I love you”

Madara - you’ll be sick of that phrase in less than a day

Kaoru - playboy

Tori - playful

Hajime - affecionate

Eichi - will say it, but doesn’t understand what it means

Adonis - only because [UNDEAD] as a whole says it to their fans

Midori - only to mascot characters

Makoto - nerd

Souma

HiMERU

Rei - triple-tied with Keito and Koga - emotionally-inept, and emotionally-constipated when faced with the real thing

Keito - triple-tied with Rei and Koga - you’re just asking for denials

Koga - triple-tied with Rei and Keito - uber tsundere

[ladyofmaidensandwine]

Day Five

Day Five of the Hello Spring 2020 Writing Prompt Challenge

Characters- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Fem! Reader, Unnamed Female Character

Prompt- “Maybe you can come to my show?”

A/N- This is a bit of personal experience- I danced as Cinderella when I was younger.

Wordcount- 919

                Three. The number of bodies that had dropped in the last two weeks. It was strange to say the least, and though the FBI wasn’t what you’d pictured, it made sense someone would come to investigate the abnormal deaths. Your dancing was your life, and having been a ballerina since you were old enough to twirl in a tutu, performing on stage was the one place you felt most at home. You never even felt stage-fright. But with three ballerinas in the morgue, now you were scared. This felt like an attack- how else could three young women suddenly die of heart attacks the night of their recital? None of it made any sense, and then you had overhead the FBI agents on your way home from practice, and had more questions than answers. 

          “I dunno, Sammy, this seems more witchy than vengeful spirit.” The shorter agent had said, low timbre settling warm in your stomach. “Yeah, I know, but we haven’t found any hex bags yet.” The taller man replied, sounding frustrated. “Well, keep lookin’. Way it’s been goin’, we don’t have long before another girl turns up dead.” The green-eyed man, who had introduced himself as Agent Young, but you severely doubted his credibility now, sighed. You stood in shock, and then in a moment of either extreme courage  or stupidity, stepped into their view. 

         “Who are you? And don’t say FBI.” You demanded, eyes narrowed. You supposed you didn’t look very intimidating, in a black leotard with your ballet bag over your shoulder, but your voice was hard. “Shit. Well, cat’s outta the bag now. You wanna tell her, or should I?” The green-eyed Adonis asked, seemingly amused by the turn of events.

            They’d given you “the talk”, and revealed that the ballerinas in starring roles were being targeted by a witch, and provided proof before you pulled pepper-spray on them, and that led you to now. “Dean, are you sure? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I... I really don’t want to die.” You confess, looking up at Dean nervously. You clicked with Dean well, and while Sam was perfectly kind to you, the oldest brother had a soft spot for you as well. “Hey, look at me, sweetheart. I swear to you we will catch the witch and put a stop to this, ok? I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.” Dean smiles warmly, and something about the sincerity in his forest-green eyes convinces you as you give a shaky nod. You’d danced as a thousand roles, but now, starring as Cinderella, you were the next target, and butterflies assaulted your gut. Thankfully, the witch seemed to wait until after the performance, which gave Sam and Dean time to “gank the bitch” as Dean said. The opening notes play from a piano, and you know it’s time, but you turn to Dean again for some silent comfort. Impulsively, he leans down and kisses you softly, looking only slightly flushed while you’re sure you’re a mess when he pulls away. “Go get ‘em, sweetheart.” He winks. 

            The ballet is almost over, and you’re gliding and pirouetting through the closing act with a Prince Charming you can’t help but compare to Dean when you look to the wings of the stage and find Dean standing there, giving you a nod. You understand immediately, and a weight is lifted- they must’ve found and killed the witch, and while it won’t bring back your friends and fellow ballerinas, you are immensely satisfied to know justice is served. The rest of Cinderella flies past you in a blur of blues and golds and a rush of applause- your smile grows exponentially when you sneak a glance at Dean and see his own wide grin as he cheers for you- before you take a final bow. 

            Giddy with pride, relief, and excitement, you rush towards the two men, embracing Dean with a laugh. “You did it, right? She’s gone?” You ask, just to be sure. “Yeah, we got her. You’re safe. But, uh, we were thinkin’ about maybe sticking a round for a while. Just in case.” Dean winks. He presents you with a single rose, and you know you must be glowing like a beacon from the bright red staining your cheeks. Over Dean’s shoulder, your best friend is giving you a not-so-subtle thumbs-up you try your hardest to ignore. “Dean, this is so sweet. Thank you.” You say with a smile, leaning up on your pointe shoes and kissing his cheek. You stifle a laugh at his wide-eyes and cheesy smile. “Well, if you’re going to be here next week, I have another recital. You didn’t really see the performance, so maybe you can come to my show?” You offer hopefully. Dean glances at Sam, and then back to you. “I think we can swing that. Do I get front-row seating?” Dean teases. “Only the best for my favourite audience member.” You wink back, feeling your heart beating over-zealously and those butterflies swoop in your stomach. “Y/N, if you’re free, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner sometime.” Dean proposes, trying his best to be very casual about it. “I’d love to.” You sport matching smiles, and Dean elbows his brother in the ribs when he mutters something under his breath as you laugh quietly. “After you, Cinderella.” “Why thank you, Prince Charming.”

               Dean ended up with front-row seating to every one of your recitals- only the best for your boyfriend.

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Temptress - Grayson Dolan (Part one)

Read Temptress Part two here

WARNING: SMUT, age gap

Summary: Grayson and Y/N fight their urges of temptation towards each other. They know their age gap, but you have to love your neighbors as you love yourself.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: Hi! So this is the first part of temptress. It’s also the first one-shot that I've posted on here.  I originally wrote this as a blurb but I kinda wanted to make it into a full one shot. Sorry, it’s kind of short, I already have ideas of part two :) I’m still kinda of rusty, I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy. 

Also please send me some feedback? I’d really appreciate it because I know I need to improve lol. And if u wanna send me some asks and stuff I would love that :)

The cries of laughter and blaring music seeped through the windows and into the walls of his bedroom. He hadn’t looked through the window yet in fear that she would see him, but the orchestra of unfamiliar voices crawled under his skin and manifested themselves into his vulgar mind. It’s almost as if she wanted to draw his attention. The thoughts of her caused an ache in not only his core but his heart too.

She looked so innocent. So prim and proper, tailored to perfection. Her intentions seemed so pure on that hot summer night when she greeted him with a wide smile, introducing herself as his new neighbor. She had the deepest eyes he had ever seen, almost as if she had something to uncover. A secret that was as dirty as his. She flooded his hopes, anticipating that she would be as lustful as himself, but his optimism was shattered once she uttered her age, coolly bringing it up in a sentence. A pang of guilt caused his eyes to widen that night.

She was barely of age but she was so alluring, the type of girl that would shriek at the sight of his bulge. The type to squeal if a drop of pleasure were to amass in her stomach. That one encounter with her sent him through a spiral of unsettling thoughts; ideas and wishes that could not be fulfilled by anyone else. Although, despite his doubts about experiencing the softness of her skin, he continued to have lewd fantasies about her.

Her voice was as sweet as summer berries and her lips were so plump and juicy. Her cheeks were pink, and he almost had the urge to pinch them out of curiosity. She was so…cute. Even her harmless little giggles made his body go numb.

So there he stood, the golden reflects of the sun lingered on his skin as he inched towards the window. He shouldn’t, but he wanted to. His body was drawn to the idea of seeing her prancing around in nothing but her bathing suit. Oh, how he wished to see her in her full glory as he peered through the glass. He scanned through the nameless faces and he made direct eye contact with her. Her skin wet and glistening against the beaming sun, a book covering her whole face part from her bright eyes against the light. He took a moment to observe her laying there, clad in a bright yellow bikini that made his mouth water. He witnessed every curve from her delicious looking thighs to her perfectly shaped breasts. He trailed his way up back to her face, only to see the blurb of her book against it.

She was teasing him. Her eyes would wander to his window every so often in hopes to catch a glimpse of him. She wasn’t ready though, ready for when he would stroll to his window, the skin of his chest exposed under the rays, eyes trailing up her body. She watched as he made his way up higher. He was such a dream to look at. The way his tousled hair would frame his beautiful face, how he would clench his jaw at the sight in front of him. She had never really seen a man as beautiful as Grayson. She would even have little fantasies in her head, thoughts of touching his pink lips with her own. No boy had ever made her mind conjure such things into her sinless head, let alone a grown man who she thought was certain to be at least a couple years older. She observed the way his chest would rise a little higher each second he would stare at her. His right hand reached up to the name of his neck, accentuating his bulging bicep, trailing his hand from the back of his head, along his thick head of hair until he reached the front his front strands, easing his hand back towards his nape.

She blushed at the sight of the Adonis that glared at her. His face turned into a frown, clenching his jaw some more. Out of embarrassment, she hid her face with her book that she read. But her fun was over when she removed the book that covered her sweet eyes only to see that he had disappeared. Her lips contorted into a pout as she slightly slumped against her sun lounger, the noise of the guests and splashes of the pool gradually making their way back to her ears.

That night, the moon beamed down into both their rooms as they touched themselves at the thought of each other. It was her first time to do such a thing, but the man who she had only just met last week consumed her mind, filling it with dirty fantasies that radiated from her body.

His hot sweaty figure glistened against the full moon, his whimpers were low enough not to wake his brother next door, but he wanted to moan loud enough so she could hear his aching desires that he so wished to be fulfilled. He imagined having his voice against her ear, whispering sweet nothings until they both reached their peaks.

She was overwhelmed yet she kept going, feeling the rush of ecstasy fill her whole body. She desired him so badly, she needed this man. Oh, how filthy of her!

She could see her own reflection in his eyes, her petite figure against the hazel eyes. He was truly beautiful. She took in a jagged breath, taken aback by his glowing skin and wet forehead and observed him. A few strands were stuck to his forehead; his cheeks were reddened and his bare chest was heaving fast, up and down. The plump lips slightly agape, allowing slow but deep breaths to escape from them.

There it was again. The tingle she would get at the sight of him, it was like he had some sort of trance over the poor girl. She gulped and opened her mouth to say something but her jitters got the best of her. How could this man make her so speechless? She was yet to experience anything meaningful with this man but he had her wrapped around his finger already. She could feel his burning gaze graze over her face as she looked down. And for a moment, she forgot that she rang his doorbell and stood there on his front porch.

“Uh..” He was confused, but sort of pleased to see her. The delicious girl from next door came and knocked on his door and he was not bothered one bit that she came and interrupted his work out. She looked so sweet. Her staring eyes looking up to his, he could see her bright iris’ through her thick eyelashes and wondered about how she would look on her knees for him.

“S-sorry.” She looked at him pleadingly and it was driving him insane. “I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah you’re from number three right?” Of course, he knew, he didn’t need her to answer that.

“Um – yes, my mother told me to come by and drop off some fruit she picked up at the market.”

He trailed his eyes down towards her arm and to his surprise, there was a large basket of delightful looking fruit held in her small hand. He could see all kinds of colors coming from the hamper; oranges, pinks, reds, but his eyes landed on the tiny white dress she had on, exposing her smooth thighs. “Aren’t we supposed to bring the new neighbors housewarming gifts?” He arched his eyebrow at her.

His intimidating glare was burning hot as she felt heat rushing throughout her whole body. “Yes, but, my mother insists. She said that she spoke with your parents at church the other day.” She stopped for a second to look away from his stare. “They were talking about how the were always too busy to go grocery shopping.” It was a weird conversation, but she was there stood behind her mother that Sunday patiently waiting for them to finish their conversations. A part of her was upset at the fact that the man in front of her didn’t attend the mass.

She looked up again through her lashes again and he cursed to himself. “How sweet of you.” He was trying his hardest not to fuck her right there on the porch. He knew he couldn’t. She just looked so needy in his eyes, he kept imagining her whole figure naked, riding his cock. He raised his arm to lean it on the door frame, showing off his heavy bicep. Grayson looked at her one last time, scanning his eyes top to bottom and tilted the corner of his lip up. Without warning he spun around, walking down his hallway at a slow pace. His broad back was exposed, every crevice and dip made her stomach flip. His muscles looked as though they flexed with every move he made. “Come.” He instructed her, without even turning around and checking up on the sweet girl who was staring in awe.

He was finding it hard to describe her as anything else other than ‘sweet’. She looked like a sweet girl, a kind one with a big heart. He bet she tasted sweet, as sweet as the fruit in that basket.

She followed him, closed the door behind her and proceeded to the kitchen with her fruit basket in hand. He began to reach his arm towards her and her heart started to pound again, grazing his fingers over her hand as he took the basket from her and set it on the counter. Their eyes met once again but he backed away before he was tempted to touch more than the back of her hand. She took a moment to look around the kitchen to distract herself from her dirty thoughts. It was spacious, mostly white walls with an incredible amount of light shining through from the glass doors which lead to their yard. He motioned for her to sit on a stool. Damn it. She was staring at him again, but this time her eyes were trailing down from his thick neck, across his chest and torso to his prominent v-line. She licked her lips at the sight but immediately scolded herself for doing it. She had never looked at a man like this, especially an older man.

Grayson wasn’t too old though; he was only twenty-five. Their seven-year age gap was not too overstretched as she was eighteen and legal, but they had to put their temptations to the side. When Grayson agreed on visiting his parents for the summer he never knew he would encounter such a beautiful temptress next door.

“These peaches look delicious.” He kept eye contact with her as he took one in his hand and took a bite. He sucked it up a little before disconnecting the fruit from his lips and chewing it, juices dripping from the corners of his mouth. Now, this was when she felt an ache in her core. The tingles from a couple minutes ago subsided and formed into something almost painful, it was something new, and she couldn’t suppress it. He used his long fingers to swipe over the juices left on his face and turned back to her. “So, how was your little party yesterday, Y/N?” He said in an almost mocking tone, it was like he knew that she wanted him to catch her in that bikini. She wanted him to see her venerable and almost naked.

“It was fun,” she spoke hesitantly, “I would’ve invited your family over-”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.” He took another bite of his peach, slightly sucking it some more. “I would’ve been too tempted anyway.”

Her heart rate increased the moment he said that; she considered it to be an innocent sentence, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about being tempted by her – how she was likewise infatuated with him on the first day they met. She watched him as he stood across from her on the other side of the counter.

“You looked cute,” he continued on, chewing his juicy little peach. “So, tell me Y/N…” There was a long pause as he took another bite of the peach again, “how’s settling in? School? friends?” Grayson wanted to ask her something about her little yellow bikini, but he knew it was inappropriate.

“It’s going well,’ she paused for a second to look at his face, “I’ve almost finished unpacking. And as for friends, you’re probably the only person that I’ve had a full conversation with.”

His eyes grew slightly wider, noticing a little sparkle in her eye. “But it seemed like you had plenty to talk to yesterday.” He remembered seeing a lot of people there, even a few boys that eyed her up and down. The thought of how easy it was for a boy to take her innocent little pussy that day made got him heated. It was true, she had invited quite a few of her new ‘friends’, but she quickly became uninterested in them when all they would do is gossip. “They gave me bad vibes,” she shifted as his eyes were fixed on hers, “and they all kind of intimidated me…I didn’t realize that all the girls were perfect and how the guys were kind of big.”

“Big?” Grayson arched his eyebrow, chuckling lightly. Yet he was all but amused on the inside. If he found out that a boy had laid a finger on her he won’t hesitate to take her on the table and show her the difference between a boy and a man. He was finding it harder and harder to resist her as the seconds passed. His erection started to rise at the thought of taking her virginity. He was almost certain that she was as innocent as she looked but perhaps she decided to give it to one of the shits that were staring at her for the whole day. He then took one last bite of his peach, sucking it hard.

“Uh- I meant- just- that the guys here are taller than me,” her tone sounded like she was asking a question as her cheeks began to redden “they made me feel smaller than I usually am…” She trailed off as he cast his burning gaze into her eyes. He walked over her, towering over her figure.

“Do I intimidate you, Y/N?” He looked down on her, connecting their eyes. Her face was so close to touching his chest as she sat there. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart pounding. She looked up at him with a gulp, she didn’t realise that she was holding her breath until her throat started to hurt a little. But he pulled a grin on his beautiful face and chuckled loudly, breaking away from her slightly. The boisterous laugh made her feel embarrassed, she thought that she was mocking him. Her heart began to ache, thinking that he was teasing her; a naive little girl.

“I- I think I better go now,” was all that she could say, she was feeling heavily frustrated and embarrassed. She could feel her core throbbing and her heart getting attached to Grayson’s bright smile. The man in front of her was so endearing yet he was the cause of this sexual build up inside of her.

He stopped smiling at her and his lips formed into a slight pout. “Wait,” she was already getting up from her stool, fixing her dress that slightly rode up. He glanced at her thighs again then licked his lips. “Try one, they’re delicious.” She looked up to see him with a peach in his hand and dark brooding eyes. He wanted her. So fucking badly. He needed to taste her. But right now he just wanted to be in her company for a little longer, before she decided to run away from the ‘big’ man who she found so daunting.

Her eyes flickered from the peach to his deep pupils, taking the fruit and putting her mouth on it. It made a squelching noise as she took a big bite, keeping her eyes on his; her lips pressed against the skin of the peach as juices spilled out and trickled quickly from her chin down her neck. But she didn’t realise the mess she had made as soon as a small moan escaped her lips. Grayson was right, it was delicious, so delicious she closed her eyes.

The sight in front of him caused his cock to twitch. Her little moan, the juices dripping down her face; just that look of ecstasy on her as she closed her eyes made him almost cum on the spot. He couldn’t help but whimper a small “fuck” out of his mouth as he observed her.

She snapped open her eyes quickly when heard him curse, and to her surprise, she was met with a dark-eyed man; hunger evident in his face. “It tastes wonderful,” she giggled slightly in hopes to relieve some of the obvious sexual tension between the two. But that did nothing but fuel his temptations some more. Her breath hitched as she realised how close she was to him; her back was pressed against the counter. Then, out of pure lust, he used his large hand to trail his long fingers up from her neck, to the tip of her chin and finally to the corner of her mouth, collecting the excess succulence from the fruit. He took her by surprise when he licked his two fingers, sucking the juices off, letting out a groan, all while keeping eye contact with her. “So sweet,” he murmured lowly with a slight croak in his voice. She could feel her thighs start to become wet, so she pressed them together to release some of the throbbing but it only drew his attention to her exposed thighs.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.” He spoke so quietly that she almost missed it. He reached his fingers up to the corner of her pink lips once more, taking the rest of the juices on his two fingers, but this time he hovered them over her mouth. 

She was nervous, her head was spinning at the strong ache she could feel in her core, and his hard cock pressing against her was not helping, but she knew she needed that man and he needed her too. And so she opened her mouth, letting the man – who she met not too long ago – put his fingers inside her mouth, feeding her the delicious fruit juices collected from her skin. She then decided to close her lips around his fingers, the soft plumpness making him let out another low groan. She began to suck it, taking all the juices from his thick fingers as he slowly pulled them out.

“Y/N,” he took that same warm hand to place it on her cheek, using his thumb to rub softly against her smooth skin. He could feel her breath quickening as he did so, “my little temptress.” They both stared into each other’s eyes, witnessing their iris’ get deeper in color. He leaned his face forward, touching her lips for a light yet passionate peck before pulling away quickly, observing her face contort into a small smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Their lips molded into one another’s, sucking and exploring the surface of their pillows. Grayson took the liberty to take her lips between her teeth, making her drip for him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling slightly, trying to mimic the actions he did to her lip. Their tongues explored the walls of their mouths, teeth clashing which added to the hotness of the summer sun which now lingered on their skin.

Grayson used his large hand to cup her face, disconnecting their lips, making her look up to him. “I want to fuck you, Y/N,” he whispered bluntly, “I want to feel my cock stretch your tight little pussy right now,” he pecked her lips then pulled away again, “but I can tell,” he placed another affectionate kiss on her cheek, “that you’ve never let anyone inside yet.” Her eyes grew wide at his words. “So, will you let me eat you, Y/N?”

Her head began to spin again. She had been fantasising about his lips against her pussy ever since she met him. The way his plump lips would feel against her wetness and suck against her throbbing clit. Grayson’s hand grazing across her naked thigh made her jump. She was so adorable it just made him want to pound her until she was begging him to stop. He was so tempted by her, so he connected their lips together again, their tongues battling for dominance until Grayson trailed his mouth down to her neck; licking and sucking on the smooth skin. “You smell heavenly.” That small compliment sent shivers down her spine and caused the throbbing in her core to be more prominent. He continued to kiss and suck until she was moaning his name, rolling off her tongue like she was born to do it. “Say yes,” he whispered against the nape of her neck, sucking harder, leaving a red mark on her skin. She only moaned in response, pulling his chocolate locks a little roughly, causing him to whimper at her touch. “Tell me that you want me to eat you, Y/N, fuck.” He was waiting for her permission, for the words to fall out of her beautiful mouth.

“Grayson…” She couldn’t stop moaning, she had never been touched by anyone before, no one had ever kissed down her neck like this before, and she was feeling all new sensations. “Yes- I want you to.” She whimpered, desperate for his mouth to meet her dripping core.

“I want you to say it.” Grayson was now cupping her face again, her eyes drawn to his. “Tell me how much you want me to eat you, Y/N.” A shriek came from her mouth as she felt his fingers go under her skirt and graze her soaking underwear. He smirked at how the smallest thing can make her squirm.

“Grayson, eat me, please.” She was practically begging now, she couldn’t resist his velvety sound and the way he said her name. Her sweet voice made his cock ache in his shorts and he could feel himself throbbing.

“I’d love to.” His lips tilted into a smile. A genuine smile that showed real happiness in him. He then leaned in once more, kissing her sugary lips that still and the flavors of peach lingering on them. He wasted no time in grabbing her waist, lifting her to sit her on the counter. He placed his hands on her thighs, rubbing them gently as they etched closer to her burning heat. Their mouths were still connected, sucking and gliding across each other’s tongues. Y/N whimpered when their tongues came apart. Grayson’s face was close to hers, he was breathing heavily as he let “so beautiful” slip out of his lips before lowering his head. His nimble fingers slipped her underwear off, her dress still covering her throbbing pussy. Grayson decided to tease himself, not letting himself see her pussy until later, savoring the moment with her. He wanted to make himself wait, the more he waits the better it’ll feel when he sees her wet core, all for him.

He trailed his thick fingers along her dripping slit to her pulsing clit. He could feel the precum leaking from his cock as he felt how warm she was. “You’re soaking, baby.” The pet name made her heart flutter, it sounded so good coming from his mouth. Grayson went back down and she shrieked at the amount of pleasure that was building up in her stomach. Grayson grinned to himself, he had only just got started with her and she’s already writhing under him. His eyes were focused on her face as he began to rub her clit faster at an even pace. Oh, how he wished he could just pull his cock out and feel her around him. He applied more pressure on his rubbing as she felt her peak coming.

“Gray-s- I’m-”

Her breathing became heavy as he started to rub faster, going in circular motions, against her needy little pussy. He didn’t think that she would cum under his touch so early but she couldn’t wait to see her face as she came. “Fuck,” he could feel her shaking so his touch became rough, pressing into her until she moaned; moaned his name out so loud that he could have came right then and there with her. She gushed on his fingers as he still continued to rub her sensitivity.

“I’ve got so many more ways to make you cum, Y/N,” he watched her as her face exploded with pleasure, how her eyebrows furrowed and how her lips parted to scream his name. He bought his fingers up to his lips and tasted her juices and his eyes widened when the taste of sweet summer fruit remained on his tongue. She was utterly delicious. He could still feel her cum dripping from her hot little pussy and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted her white little dress up and the sight before him made his mouth water. Her tight little cunt was soaking, the sticky cum spread around her clit to her thighs. He looked up to her face, breathing heavily and doe-eyed, waiting for his tongue to touch her sweet core. There was a sort of glint in her eye that he couldn’t comprehend. But before she could glance back at him he lowered his head, she could feel his hot breath on her pretty pink pussy. But before she could open her mouth to say anything he swiped his tongue lightly from her entrance to her clit, humming after a full taste of her flavor. “Such a sweet girl with a sweet little pussy.” His eyes looked up to meet her eyes, she was watching him and he smirked at her devilishly, knowing that she was waiting for him to do more.

So he gave her just that; he prepared his lips, licking them while keeping eye contact with her. He went down to lick her thighs, cleaning up the cum that was spread across them. Then he began to suck, groaning once he was satisfied with the new marks he had given her. Her eyes were fixated on his tongue, watching him use it skilfully against the smooth skin of her thighs. Grayson’s hot breath against her core made her whimper. He could feel his dick aching but he was so focused on giving her the most pleasure she will ever receive. He let out an animalistic growl before he spoke. “Fucking mine.” He spread her legs out roughly, then attached his mouth to her aching pussy using his lips to mimic his movements when he was making out with her. Sucking lightly then brushing his tongue inside, getting the real essence of her heavenly cunt. Her moans and whimpers made him wild. “I’m going to make you cum. Hard,” licking her pussy some more, “and I’m going to be the only one who ever gets make this sweet pussy cum.” He said in a husky tone, looking up at her deep eyes before going back to giving her everything he had.

Her moans filled the sticky air, his name was chanted by her multiple times. She began to feel sweat slowly trickling down her forehead. Grayson was going fast now. Lapping his tongue back and forth against her soft walls. He savored every moment he had buried deep within her thighs, using his hands to spread her legs out further and humming whenever her moans would get louder. He used his lips to suck on her clit, making her whimper and screech.

It was almost unbearable for her, the pleasure would make her subconsciously close her legs, to which Grayson responded with a groan, spreading her legs wider than before. His tongue and lips were delicate yet they were moving roughly against her, sucking and licking every inch of her beauty. She moved her hands down towards his hair, pulling on it slightly as Grayson used his tongue to devour her.

“Fuck!” She shrieked as he began to suck harder on her clit. She could feel the way he used his lips to wrap around her, his tongue digging deeper and deeper into her core. He could feel her thighs shaking, knowing she was close so he went faster and harder. He sucked her clit and used his tongue to lick her tight little pussy until she was screaming his name, her eyes rolling back and her back arched. She felt the sudden rush of extreme pleasure quickly. He slurped her up with his lips as she continued to cum in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the melodiousness that was oozing from her.

She thought that he would stop but Grayson kept going. Now using his fingers to rub on her swollen clit; a delightfully pink color. She was breathing heavily already, worn out by his tongue. Her moans got louder when she grabbed her legs, folded them together and pushed them up to her chest, giving him better access to her tight little hole. He used one hand to assist rubbing her pussy while he used the other to keep her legs up. He took his long tongue and used it to push inside her tight cunt.

“G-grayson! I-” He didn’t let her finish her sentence as he kept going. Taking his tongue out and pulling it out again, fucking her with it. She was so engrossed by the pleasure that she started to grope her own breast, imagining his large hands instead of hers. He used his fingers to spread out her lips, licking around them before finally putting his tongue back in, making her back arch from pleasure again. She felt like her brain was rolling around her head, the pleasure too immense to describe. I was only a matter of seconds until she would come for the third time for Grayson. He stuck his tongue in more so she could feel him deeper inside her tight walls.

“I’m going to-” her moans almost took over, “cum, Grays-” He rubbed his fingers rapidly as she came harder than ever before, her juices spilling over him and on his chest. God damn. She just squired for him. His eyes widened with want as soon as he saw her gushing for him, her trickling fluid dripping off the counter. He wanted to be inside her, but he knew he did more than enough for her today. She was heaving, and he only just noticed the tears threatening to spill from her wide eyes. He felt a pang of guilt hit him but it disappeared when a smile formed on her lips. She sat up, grabbed his neck and pressed their lips together. She could taste herself from his lips and she had to agree with Grayson; she did taste sweet.

They intertwined their lips together for the next hour, exchanging their filthy thoughts and fantasies of each other, promising that they will fulfill their deepest desires.