#JORGE STOP SMIRKING

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Good Girls || Alexia Putellas and María León

warnings : smut (18+), cunnilingus, face-riding, rough sex, light bondage, gagging, fingering, choking, rimming, riding, dildos, buttplugs and strap-ons.

a/n : special thanks to spicy anon for some scene inspiration :)

There were lights flashing all over the place when you walked into the bar. The music blared and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled your nostrils. People were dancing and yelling, grinding and making a fool of themselves left, right and center.

You sauntered in, finding a quiet spot at the end of the bar. The bartender recognized you, flashing you a smile as he put away the glass he was cleaning.

“The usual darling?”

“If you don’t mind, Jack.”

A pale ale with perfect foam sits in front of you seconds later, the bitter beverage giving you just a little boost in confidence to walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at. Two women wearing dark clothing sat tucked in the very back of the VIP section, talking to each other in hushed voices. There weren’t many people sitting in that area, and you noticed a certain look to the people who did.

They looked rich.

You caught Jack’s attention, drinking the last swig of beer before making a request that always made your core tingle.

“I’ll have what the one on the right at the end over there is having, baby.”

Jack smirks, grabbing a whiskey glass and a perfect cube of ice to make an old-fashioned.

“Another one of your victims, sweetheart?”

“We’ll see, we met at Manuela’s last week and had a great time.”

He throws a napkin down and sets the citrusy beverage right on it. The scent of bitters and orange peels brings back some fond memories of last week’s appointment and you can’t wait to see what those two came up with this week.

You stand and adjust your dress before grabbing your drink and walking over to the VIP area. The bouncer, Jorge, listened carefully to your little story about meeting with those two girls at the end of the hall. He nodded and smiled kindly before leaning in and whispering, “They’ve reserved the mirror room tonight.”

Your eyes lit up and your heart pounded in your chest. The mirror room was the best room this sex den/bar had to offer. Approval from the big boss herself was the only way to know and get access to the room. Having been a loyal patron of the bar and a treasured dancer at the club the owner also owned, you’ve heard of the room before, dreaming that one day a client would give you the chance to experience it once and for all.

Well that day was today.

With hands shaking and a sip of liquid courage to walk into the VIP area, your core throbbed with anticipation of what’s to come.

Their whispering stopped when you slid into the booth beside the heavily tattooed defender, fishing a cherry out of your glass and popping it into your mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you begin, daintily sipping your half-empty glass.

“Could say the same for you, princesa,” growls the much broader one that sat opposite you. Her lips smirked underneath her hood, piercing hazel eyes sending a shiver down your spine.

“Alexia and I were just talking about you,” María quips, stealing the toothpick out of your glass and eating the last cherry on it.

“Only good things, I hope,” you chuckle, watching as Alexia swished her cognac in her glass before taking a long sip.

“We were talking about how good of a fuck you were last week,” Alexia says, licking her lips as the gasoline-like liquid goes down her throat. María leans in, lips barely pressed against your earlobe.

“We were wondering if you’d be good if not better tonight, especially for what we’ve got planned.”

Her arm pulls you in close and she kisses you, the taste of her gin and tonic with your old-fashioned sent your head spinning, thighs parting when her strong hand slipped between them. You could already feel the ache in your cunt from her simple touches, when the thought of Alexia just sitting there and watching you two sends you even further into a spiral.

“The room is ready for you, ma’am,” a worker interrupts, causing María to pull away with a smirk on her face. Alexia slides out of the booth gracefully and you follow, thighs already sticking together as you walked up the stairs to the private suites.

Alexia holds the door open for you and you step inside, not knowing what to expect. Your jaw drops when María flips the lights on.

There are floor to ceiling mirrors along every wall of the room. Just above the bed there was a big mirror that gave anyone on the bed the perfect 360° view of anything going on anywhere. They were seamless and the lights made no shadows anywhere at all.

This was not what you thought the mirror room was. But boy were you excited to try everything it had to offer.  

“We’ve got it to ourselves for the night, why don’t you have a seat on the bed and we can get started hm?”

María walked over to the minibar and wine fridge, searching through the bottles for one she liked. You sat on the bed, waiting for more instructions. Alexia took her hood off and threw her long coat on the chair in the corner.

You watched in awe as she stripped off her clothing one by one, standing there in all her glory with the prettiest lace lingerie you’ve ever seen. María pulls you out of your daze with a glass of white wine, urging you to throw the sweet and sour beverage right down the hatch.

“Gotta warm you up somehow, princesa,” María encourages, swallowing all of her drink too. Alexia stands beside María, before grabbing her jaw to kiss her. They’re sloppy and noisy which only turns you on a lot more, hands itching to join in on the fun.

Alexia pulls away and grabs the bottle off the table, taking a long drag of wine before swallowing with a smile. She taps María’s cheek softly, before turning to you.

“Did you do what I asked, slut?”

You nod, standing up to take your dress off. It falls to the ground in a heap before you step out of it. Your skin shimmers from the light layer of sweat, eyes staring straight into Alexia’s as you walk towards her.

Her large, rough hands grab your waist when you get close and she smashes her lips on yours. Her hands knead and grab your flesh hungrily, large palms grabbing fistfuls of your ass before slipping between the cheeks.

There sat a bejeweled buttplug, still slightly wet all around from the abundant amount of lube you used. María’s slightly rougher hands slipped in behind you, her lips leaving little kisses all over your back. You kissed Alexia back hungrily, tongue fighting for dominance over the other. Alexia won, albeit with cheating, as she reached between your ass to play with the plug inside you.

You moan into her mouth just as she pulls away, a deep whine left in your throat. You’re about to beg for her to kiss you again but María beats you to it. Since they were much taller, they could easily reach each other over you. They kissed like you weren’t even there, Alexia’s hand cupping the back of María’s head.

They pull away and there’s a string of saliva that left with them, your pussy throbbing as you watched both of their tongues reeling it back in. You stand between them, skin hot and sweaty, thinking of all the ways this day could get any better.

María pulled you with her, a silk tie securing your arms behind your back. Another one slips across your mouth, your eyes darting over to Alexia, who sat on a bench at the foot of the bed with her legs spread wide. María held your hand and helped you kneel before Alexia, your eyes never leaving the Barca captain.

You watched as María stripped completely and turned to face you. She knelt with you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You leaned into her touch, breath tingling on her face. She kissed you and you fought hard to kiss back, the gag around your mouth proved to make it difficult for you to do so. But María didn’t care. She kissed and kissed and kissed, pulling away with a frown on her lips.

“Tsk, she’s not kissing me back, Ale. How rude of her,” María huffs, standing up and sitting in Alexia’s lap. Alexia’s hand comes around María’s waist and tightens its hold, eyes turning a possessive shade.

“That’s not a very nice thing to do, princesa,” Alexia reprimands, guiding María to sit across her thighs. María does, moaning slightly when Alexia’s hands grab fistfuls of her ass. You watch, arms aching slightly as you strain to pull away from your shackles. You whimper but get ignored, eyes filling with tears as you watch Alexia touch María exactly how she touched you that night.

“fuck princesa, love how you ride my cock baby.”

“yeah ale? you like watching me take your big cock hm?”

“Sí, es magnífico de ver”

Her hands grabbed your ass, kneading the flesh hard. She left one smack, then another, and another, and one more before grabbing your waist to hold you hip and fuck into you. You were seeing stars, eyes rolling deep and far into your head.

Your thighs shook, orgasm so close you could feel that tug behind your navel get stronger and stronger and stronger before the pull snapped.

María moaned, a grin spreading across her face as Alexia’s wet fingers filled her pussy. You watched as those same fingers that made you come endlessly that night made María’s eyes roll into her head too.

María cursed under her breath in Spanish, thighs riding Alexia’s fingers gently. The Zaragozan knew not to push her luck with the captain tonight, there was a certain buzz in the air that told both her and you that the captain was not to be tested tonight.

Alexia pushed three fingers deep into María to the webbing, her eyes held a dark, lustful gaze that both terrified you and made your cunt throb painfully. Your thighs were so wet and sticky, the scent of your arousal was obvious, you ground a little into the ground on your knees, the movement pushing the plug in your ass around just a touch.

Alexia had her lips wrapped around María tit when she caught a glimpse of you not paying attention. The fingers that were rubbing hard and fast on María’s sweet spot stopped. The latch she had on María’s tit loosened with a faint pop.

“Eyes up here, you whore.”

Your eyes dart over to the voice, fear washing over your face. Alexia stood and picked María up at the same time, throwing the defender onto the bed like she weighed nothing. María laid with her legs wide open, hands gripping the pristine sheets tight to keep herself from touching where she wasn’t supposed to.

Alexia towered over you, grabbing your arm to help you stand. She pulls you to the bench she was just sat in and gestured for you to kneel on it like you did on the floor. You gulped, looking at María in front of you who was smirking proudly as your eyes went over her legs, to her core, her stomach, her chest and finally glancing over her lips before making eyes contact with her.

She winked at you, the cheeky fucker that she was, which only made you feel more frustrated. Alexia left a soft kiss on your shoulder before joining María on the bed. She pulled the defender to face her, settling between her strong legs. The captain touched María gently, you noticed her eyes getting a little softer the longer she stared at her closest friend.

However, when María’s eyes darted to the sight of her in the mirror above them, Alexia turned back into her stoic self. It was like she had forgotten the mirrors and María had reminded her of them. Her head tilted to the left and up, a smirk growing on her face. Her gaze caught yours and you swore you were foaming at the mouth. Alexia pulled the silk tie from around your mouth and left it around your neck with plans to use it later on.  

“Enjoy the show, princesa.”

María didn’t have time to think about what was about to happen to her. Alexia, who had put on a strap somewhere between fingerfucking María and eyefucking you, pushed the head of the toy right into María’s slightly gaping pussy. María moaned but her eyes never left her reflection, hands reaching for Alexia’s thigh to hold on to. Alexia pounded right into María and you watched, the throbbing between your legs now insanely hard to ignore.

“Please Ale, please it hurts…”

Her hips never stopped moving as she looked over at you like you had asked for the weather.

“What hurts hm?”

An embarrassed blush came over you as you stuttered the words she wanted to hear.

“My pussy,” you whispered, knees sure to be bruised tomorrow.

“I’m sure María can do something about that.”

Alexia’s hips were still fucking into her hard as she helped you maneuver onto the bed, hands working quick to untie your arms. You straddle María’s face, taking a cheeky glance up at the mirror up top as well as the one that was behind Alexia.

Your brain had barely processed the sight of all the tattoos Alexia had on her back, as well as all the muscles that were hard at work fucking María, when her tongue lapped up at your soaking folds. Her tongue flicked over your clit and you could not form a sentence. Your jaw slacked and you held onto Alexia, who cooed at you adorably. Two of her fingers pushed themselves into your mouth and you gagged, eyes filling with tears as she forced your mouth closed and growled lowly for you to suck.

You do, tears falling down your cheeks as your suckled on her fingers and your hips ground down onto Mapi’s tongue. Alexia fucked Mapi with force, free hand kneading at your breasts.

“You getting close María?” she whispered, using Mapi’s real name humiliatingly, “Princesa?”

A muffled “Sí!” and begging nods from you, she increases her efforts to make her best friend come which spurs Mapi on to make you come.

The two of you come at the same time and you’re watching your expression the whole time in the mirror across from you, just like Mapi tried to in the one above her.

The room heats up and you climb off Mapi, kneeling beside her to kiss her pruning lips thankfully. You taste yourself on her tongue, moaning into her mouth before the silk tie around your neck is pulled on.

Alexia manhandles you to the mirror in the corner of the room, strap switched out for a new and slightly bigger one. She’s set the one she used on Mapi to the side, ready for when Mapi decides she wants round two.

But for now, Alexia focused her attention on you.

“The star of the show,” Alexia praised, hands caressing your clammy skin. She kissed along your shoulder as she stood behind you, nibbling gently on your skin.

Alexia reached around and fondled your breasts, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Her perfectly manicured nails framed your breasts, kneading them gently as they trailed down lower to your stomach, which tickled, and then to your hips and lower down your thighs. She knelt behind you, hands spanking your ass before spreading them. There sat the plug, looking a little hurt from being ignored. She pulled the metal thing out from you and moaned when it left a little gape, chucking it somewhere in the room.

You looked at María in the reflection of the mirror, mouth watering when you saw her lazily fingering herself. You were about to comment when a hot tongue pressed flat against your asshole. You keened just a little and reached back to cradle Alexia’s head, pushing your ass back into the feeling of her tongue lapping at your behind.

A hand snaked from between your legs to play with your folds, thick fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your head was spinning, until you heard moaning from your left.

There sat Mapi, riding the dildo while watching you and Alexia.

“You two look so fucking good together,” she praised, gently pushing herself up and down on the silicone. She played with her clit, leaning back on her arm.

“Doesn’t she eat ass so well? I always love when she does that.”

“You’re one to talk Mapi, when you know for a fact you’re the one with the oral fixation.”

“When you taste as good as you do, you tend to develop those things.”

Alexia chuckles, leaving one last lick along your puffy behind. She looks at you in the mirror, smiling kindly.

“Bend over for me?”

You nod, kneeling in front of the mirror for her. You arched your back and watched as she lubed up her strap and teased your pussy. Just before she pushed in, she smirked and made eye contact with you in the mirror again.

“Eyes up here, princesa.”  

You nod, thighs shaking a little as she slipped into you. You moaned, eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. You watched as her breasts rocked in her lingerie with each thrust, yours doing the same under you. Her hands grabbed the silk tie around your neck and she gently pulled, barely getting you off your hands on your fingertips.

The air in your lungs barely cut off, just enough to deprive you of oxygen ever so slowly. But you were obedient and your eyes never left staring into Alexia’s, a loud, long moan snaps you out of your haze when the sight of you delirious sends Mapi into her second orgasm of the night.

As she trembles from the intensity of her orgasm, lips unsure of whose name to moan, Alexia grabs your hips and begins to pound into you intensely. You’re barely getting oxygen back into your lungs when she knocks it all out again, cock pounding right into your sweet spot hard and fast.

She flicks her loose strands of hair out of her face before pulling your torso up against her chest. Her large hand wraps around your neck from behind as her hips never falter, the other slips between your legs to flick at your hard clit.

“Coming, princesa?” she teases, “getting close, sí?”

“Sí, Alexia, s-so fucking close,” you whimper, voice barely audible. Mapi crawls in front of you and sucks on your breasts, fondling them gently. She flicks her tongue of your hard nipples and rolls one between her fingers.

“She told me you looked so pretty the last time you came for her, princesa. Don’t you want to show me next?”

“Sí Mapi, w–wanna show you, wanna be good.”

“You wanna come on my cock, amor?”

“Please Alexia, please,”

The hand she had around your neck squeezed just a little tighter and the dam breaks. You go limp in her hold, Mapi catching you as Alexia pounded into you through your orgasm. You come for 40 seconds straight, muscles spasming hard between the two Spaniards.

You wake up the next morning in a warm bed, the smell of pancakes filled the room. You were cuddled into María’s side, the Zaragozan fast asleep. You chuckled softly at the sight of her sleeping, mouth slightly open as she snored.

You climb out of bed and pull a shirt you found on a chair on, shuffling towards the smell of chocolate melting and coffee brewing.

“That smells delicious.”

“It better, they’re my mother’s famous pancakes.”

Alexia puts a fresh pancake on a plate and hands it to you. You sit in front of her and eat it, groaning at the delicious, fluffy treat in your mouth.

“—¿Bien?”

“Better than.”

Just as you finished the pancake, she piled your plate with two more. You ate quietly, taking in your surroundings.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“We both want you here.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Mapi and I want you around on a more…permanent basis.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?”

“She has always terrible at things like this, princesa.”

Mapi emerges from the bedroom, seemingly awaken by the smell of chocolate too. She sits beside you and steals the bite you had made on your fork.

“But she’s right,” Mapi says quietly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “What do you say?”

[rrain-writes]

Done For - LU

This fic is inspired by the song “done for” from the Circe saga, part of EPIC the musical written by Jorge river herrans. I highly recommend you go check that out!

(Also, this fic is for @p0patochisps)

When the portal spat them out, Legend landed face first in flowers. Spitting out the petals and sniffing away pollen that had found its way up his nose, he sat, and found himself looking out hundreds of flowers. They had landed on in the centre of a lake or river, and at the centre of the little island was one of Wild’s shrine things.

Legend stood, dusting himself off, and looked around for the others. Something was wrong. The little island they landed on wasn’t that big, yet the other Link’s were no where in sight. Not to mention the air had a certain wrongness to it.

First, Legend inspected some of the flowers around him. Something told him to be very careful, he he took care not to step on anything, after he walked about halfway around the shrine, he saw eight flowers, planted in a neat row. You know, they happened to remind him of something… no. It couldn’t be-

The sound of someone humming reached his ears, and he turned as he tried to work out where it was coming from. A woman, who had most definitely not been there a second ago, knelt a little bit away, digging the soil with a garden tool. In that instant, Legend knew she was the reason the other Link’s were missing.

He needed to approach this carefully.

“Uh, ‘scuse me.” Great start.

The woman didn’t stop her digging or humming, but the twitch of her ears told him she knew he was there. Legend continued.

“Look, lady, I hope that I’m reading this situation wrong, but me and my friends accidentally landed on your flowers, and I was just wondering…” Legend took a step toward, eyes narrowing. “Did you do something to them?”

The woman stopped gardening, turning her head to the side. Legend saw a smirk  finding its way to her lips. “Who, me? All I did was put them in their place.”

Legend’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword. “You turned them into flowers.”

The woman’s smirk turned into a snarl, and she began to stand up. “Huh.”

When she faced him, Legend could feel the power radiating off her in waves. This was not good.

“I don’t know who you are, or why your here,” she said, knuckles white as she gripped the gardening tool. “But let me make this one thing clear. I’ve got my home to protect, and natures gifts I can’t neglect.” 

She laughed, the sound sending shivers down Legend spine. As she made eye contact with him, her wide eyed, dangerous gaze screamed at him to run. He didn’t.

“So I’m not taking chances, dear.”

Legend stood, stiff, as the woman lazily drifted through the path of flowers, taking care not to disturb a single petal.

“I know you have magic.” She told him. “And there’s someone about you that I like. But.” The woman stretched out the word, almost singsongy. “If you make one wrong move, then you’re done for. Anything I don’t approve, then your done for.” She shrugged. “I could put a spell on you-“

“And let me guess.” Legend interrupted. “I’m done for.

The woman smiled. “You catch on quick.”

Legend smirked. “Well, I don’t mean to tip your scale, but you will fail at placing any spells on me.” His grin only got wider as she frowned, and he pulled a flower wit golden petals out from behind his back, twirling it as her eyes grew wider. “I just ate a flower, one that drains your power, so you better cower now and flee.”

“You-“ she stammered. “You must be a liar!”

Legend just pulled off another golden petal and placed it in his mouth, mockingly. He had picked the flower before, when he had first sensed the magic in the air. It was the only one he had touched, because he recognised it from Wild’s slate. 

Makes you immune to any curses. The boy had told him. Handy.

“You and I are now evenly matched!” He said, drawing his sword and letting the blade glint in the sun. He wasn’t a fool to think the flower had rendered her completely helpless.

“Our fates are intertwined, they’re attatched!”

The woman glowered, hands clenching into fists as he continued proudly, as he almost mocked her earlier words.

“I’ve got people to protect. Friends I can’t neglect.” He told her. “So now there is no turning back.”

She sniffed, snarl pulling at her features. “You’ve made your one wrong move.” She told him. “Now your done for.”

Legend walked forward, careful to keep his brothers cursed forms in his line of sight incase she tried anything. Now that he thought about it, a lot of the flowers had the same qualities that made him think that the chain weren’t the only unfortunate ones to end up on this woman’s land.

“I will be the one to prove that your done for.” He told her.

She just laughed. “Not even a spell saves you, ‘cause your done for.” The e woman tilted her head to the side, hungry, as she stalked closer. “You better run, or soon you will be done for.”

As the witch raised her hands, Legend readied his sword. A blast of power came at him, and he waited until the last moment to quickly dodge out of the way, magic rings catching any leftover magic from whatever attack she had used. The woman snarled jumping backwards and casting another spell so quickly Legend thought he had imagined it.��

Luckily, he had years of fighting experience, and quickly had the point of his blade at her throat.

“You’ve lost.” He said.

All she did was smile. “Have I?” She stepped forward, pressing her throat to the edge of his sword. “You can’t kill me.” She teased. “Go ahead and try.”

He didn’t have to. He couldn’t kill a witch in her own home.

“Turn them back, if I will find a way to.” He threatened.

She stepped away, guesturing out to the rows of flowers.

“My flowers are like my daughters. I protect them at all costs. And the last time I let strangers live, we face a heavy loss.”

She turned around to face him again, daring him to speak. “You’ve given me no reason to bestow you with my trust. So give me one good reason not to turn your friends to dust.”

Legend lowered his sword. “I don’t have one.” He admitted.

She smiled, walking closer until her cold fingers could touch his face. “No.” She said with a mocking smile. “You don’t.”

[yourimagines]

Can you do a Jorge masvidal smut where after his ufc fight you guys are in the back in his room and to make him feel good she gives him h3ad and he 3ats her out and yk it turns into a smut.

(Hope you have a good day lol!!)

My baby girl

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n pov

I was waiting for Jorge in his locker room, he just won the fight. “Yeah, I’ll be right outside, need to take a bloody shower first.” He walked in, his chest covered in his own and his opponents blood. “Hi baby.” I chirped and walked over to him, giving him a hug. “Hey gorgeous.” He kissed my cheek and playfully squeezed my ass. “Jorge.” He smirked and gently pulled me to the shower. “Nobody will notice us in here baby.” I shook my head and gently pushed him away. “No, I don’t feel comfortable doing that in here Jorge..” he pouted but nodded. “I’ll make it up to you when we’re back in our hotel room.” His pout changed into a smile and gave me a kiss on my lips. “You’re the best.”

We both walked in our room, he placed down his bags as I sat down on the sofa to take my shoes off. “They want to go out in a hour, it’s way too early for us. I mean you want to shower and get dressed but an hour is too short for my baby.” Jorge was complaining about a few things, I didn’t care about it, an hour is too short and I’m not going to stressed out about it. “Jorge, we take our time and we see them later.” I stood up, walking over to him. “You sure? I can call them now to say…” I touched his chest and slowly slipped under his hoodie, touching his abs. He stopped with rambling and smiled at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful in this dress baby.” He says and grabbed my chin to place a kiss on my lips.

Jorge POV

She slowly crouched down and sat on her knees, she looked up at me. My hand went through her hair, massaging her head. She slowly pulled out my dick and stroke it, rubbing her thumb over my tip. “Fuck..” I hissed. She was looking gorgeous down there, looking at me with these big innocent eyes. She moved a bit closer and took it in her mouth and started to suck me off. I groaned and threw my head back, gripping her hair more firmer as she started to bobble her head. “That’s it baby girl.” I gently pushed her closer to fit it all in, her tongue was swirling around and drool dripped down her chin. “Look at me.” Her eyes moved up and she looked directly into my eyes. “Such a good girl.”

I came into her mouth and order her to swallow it down. She swallowed it but made a gross face afterwards. “Not your favourite huh.” She shook her head and stood up. “No but I’ll do it for you.” She wanted to walk away but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist. “Where are you going gorgeous?” She giggles and tries to wiggle out of my grasp. “I need to shower before we’re going out Jorge.” “We’re not done yet darling.” I pulled her up and walked her over to our bed. “Jorge…” I shook my head and sat her down. “No, it’s your turn now.” I sat down between her legs and made way up under her sundress, slightly leaving some kisses behind. “Unlike you, I love to taste you.”

She was a moaning mess as I was trying to make her cum for the second time. Her hands moved through my hair and her hips were slightly moving. “Jorge…” I squeezed her thighs and moved my tongue out of her. “What is it princess.” I was looking up at her, she was breathing rapidly. “I want more.” “More?” She nods eagerly. I moved up, placing her further into our bed. “You know we only have 10 mins left…” I teased her, she playfully slaps my arm. “Shut up and fuck me Jorge.” We both laughed and I removed my hoodie, revealing my bruised up chest. “Jorge.” She gasped and carefully touched my chest. “It’s okay, only a few bruises.” I reassured her. Her fingers slowly moved along the bruises. “You sure?” I nodded and moved down to kiss her softly. “I’m sure baby.”

Y/n POV

He traveled slowly down from my lips down to my chin, to my neck. Where he started to leave some hickeys behind. I moved my legs and wrapped them around him, feeling his hard member pressing against me. “Naughty girl.” He whispers and placed a few wet kisses behind. I moved my head to the side to create some more room for him. My hands went over his shoulders, slightly grabbing and squeezing them. “Jorge.” I breathed out as he suck on that sweet spot in my neck. He felt him smiling and moved down to my chest. “Such a shame that you are still in your dress.” His hands went behind my back and slowly pulled my dress down. “Don’t ruin my dress Jorge, I really like this one.” He gave me a smile and gently lay it down on the side. “Don’t worry, I like this dress too.”

We both were naked and he was stroking his big hard dick. I was pressing my legs together, feeling that heat between my legs. He moved his other hand to my thigh and I opened my legs for him. He smirks and moved his hand up, slowly moving his fingers around my wet pussy. “Fuck baby, look at that wet little cunt of yours.” He slowly pushed his index finger between my wet folds and moved in and out, making that wet noise. “You’re so fucking wet baby.” I nodded as I grew a bit impatient with him. “You want more baby?” I nodded again and he pushed another one in, stretching my tight pussy. “You’re dripping all over my fingers baby.” He teased as he slowly stretched me out.

He pulled his fingers and pressed his hard dick against my heat. “Jorge please..” I slightly whined out. He caressed my cheek and shushed me. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” With that he slowly pushed himself in. I moaned as I felt him stretching me out, filling me up with his large dick. “That’s it baby girl.” He slowly started to move, holding me close to him.

His pace became faster and rougher and his hand moved around my breast, slightly pinching and groping them. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” His voice was a bit lower as usual and his eyes were full with lust. My hands roamed around his chest, feeling his muscles. “Jorge..” I moaned as he grabbed me by my neck, placing some pressure on it. “Let me hear you baby.” He sped up his pace again and was now fucking me at his rough and fast pace, slamming his dick against my sweet spot.

I was a moaning mess underneath him. He was praising me, being his good little girl, taking him so well. I felt I was getting closer and closer to my high and grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. “J-Jorge…” he nods as he knew what I meant. “Fuck baby, you’re milking me already.” I threw my head back and he wrapped his hand around my neck again. “Come for me baby, let me feel you.” I scratched his back open and moaned out his name, he squeezed my neck and made me feel dizzy as I came. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He pushed down on my stomach to feel how deep he was inside of me. He moved his head to my chest and started to suck around my breast. “Fucking beautiful.” He moved my leg higher up and got deeper inside of me. “I’m going to fill you up baby….making you feel so full.” His movement became sloppier and he grunted a few times before I felt him cumin inside of me.

We were both breathing rapidly as he moved us into a comfortable position. “You okay baby?” I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling exhausted. “Can we stay here?” I asked him tiredly as I snuggled up to him. “Whatever you want baby.” He kissed the top of my head and his hands started to caress my back. “I love you Jorge.” “I know baby, I love you too.” I fell asleep in his arms as his dick was still buried deep inside of me, keeping it warm and safe.

[general-yasur]

Lloyd’s Movie-Perfect Surprise

The snow blew outside as the Ninja hung their holiday decorations. Lloyd was especially concentrated, and technically breaking the rules by using his powers but he was running out of time— at least that’s what he told himself. He began mumbling his frustrations as his energy infused hands twitched.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

Kai stood next to him, startling Lloyd. His powers vanished and his agitation rose.

“Kai! You messed me up! I’m trying to—“

The brothers looked up, seeing the now hung mistletoe. Being spooked must’ve put it into place.

“As per usual, my presence is everyone’s lucky charm. You’re welcome.” Kai bloated, proud from completing a task he had little part in. Lloyd was less than amused and rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

Jay snickered loudly near the corner with Zane behind him untangling the lights wrapped around himself and Jay.

“What’s so funny?” Lloyd was at a loss, but Jay laughed at everything that crossed his path.

“Both of you are under the mistletoe!”

Lloyd finally understood what Jay was trying to imply, and he thought it ridiculous.

“It doesn’t count.”

“It does! Wouldn’t you say, Zane?” Jay said cheekily. Zane paused, scanning Lloyd and Kai, before he smirked devilishly.

“Of course it counts.”

Lloyd folded his arms, glaring at Zane before looking to Kai for reassurance— but much to his dismay Kai smiled and winked at him.

“No way! This is for one person and that’s not you—“

Kai leaped on the blonde, wrapping his arm around Lloyds neck, putting him into a choke hold. Lloyd struggled, trying to pry away from his brother. Jay and Zane stood there, watching them wrestle under the mistletoe.

“This is— for my boyfriend! Get— I’ll bite you!”

“Give your bro a smooch!”

“Ew!” Lloyd opened his mouth and placed his small fangs against Kai’s arm, silently threatening to bite him, but they both knew Lloyd wouldn’t follow through.

“Fine! Then I’ll have to just steal one.” Kai pulled Lloyds beanie off and gave him a big smooch on the forehead before letting go. Kai smiled, throwing Lloyds beanie in his face.

“You’re so lame.”

“But you love me.” Kai grabbed a box from the hallway, before entering the living room with the others.

Lloyd thought to chase them to stop Jay from telling everyone, but he let it go. He smiled instead, rubbing his forehead with his sleeve.

His smile faded as he gazed at the ceiling, the mistletoe was crooked. Lloyd could’ve left it, but he wanted his surprise to be nothing short of perfect, so he began to readjust it with his powers.

“I get the feeling you’re hiding from me.”

Lloyd jumped, startled again, and the mistletoe fell to the ground. Right in between him and Jorge. Lloyd froze, red as a tomato, watching Jorge stare at the mistletoe on the ground.

Jorge turned to Lloyd, and then glanced behind him. Jay’s voice echoed from the living room.

“Is this why—“

How embarrassing! Lloyd wasn’t going to let him hear that. He wrapped the mistletoe in an energy shield and rose it above Jorge, before leaping onto him and wrapping his legs around him.

“Don’t listen to that—“

Before Jorge could even react, Lloyd planted his lips on his boyfriend. Jorge’s eyes closed after the initial shock, and he held Lloyd in his arms.

“You do know you’re supposed to cover my ears, not my lips, right?”

It took a moment for Lloyd to realize what he’d done. His palms were sweaty and his heart raced. He was so focused on getting that perfect kiss from the holiday movies he went right for the lips.

“Uh- whoops?“

“But do it again— it might work this time.”

Lloyd smiled, he loved when Jorge played along. He wrapped his free arm around his lover’s neck. Gazing into his bright eyes and falling down to his lips. Lloyd kissed him again, and it was even better than the movies.

“Ew!” Kai gagged, as the other ninja peaked into the hallway.

Okay maybe not holiday movie perfect, but it was perfect for Lloyd.

[qceensofkings]

crazedmuses​: 

Jörmungandr didn’t deal with people often, as he travelled the world he tended to stick to himself and any snakes that found their way to him. He tended to stay in his mortal form as it was easier to get around and stay unnoticed.

He had been welcome into the home of the women. He was just a weary traveler going by the name Jorge, one who was tired and needed rest.

He had fallen asleep as soon as he laid down on the bed only waking to the sounds in a room down the corridor. He was curious as to what it was and once he had stopped in the doorway, he was frozen. He was aware of the sexual customs most humanoids dealt with but he had never been apart of it himself.

He felt heat rise up his face as she exposed herself more to him. He licked his bottom lip nervously before moving his gaze away. “I’m sorry ma'am I did not mean to disturb you.”

Jade had noticed earlier when he had first arrived that he seemed a little shy and quiet in general. With her parents out on a trip, somewhere for business with one of her father’s friends she suspects, she’d more than eagerly taken him in as a guest and shown him to his room which she’d intentionally picked closer to her room. 

“You’re not disturbing anything, hun. Hell, you could join if you like.” She smirks, propping herself up on her elbows more to see him better, “The servants are gone for the day and no one else is going to come home.”

@targaryenprinces /@crazedmuses asked: Send my muse a 😏 to walk in on them touching themselves and I’ll write my muse’s reaction. - maybe a muse we haven't written with before? You can choose. ((a really long time ago oops))

Fingers dip into her moist cunt as she spreads her legs, leaning back on the bed beneath her. Soft moans as she rubs gently at her clit, using her slickness to entice her precious nerves to give her bliss. The woman lets all of reality melt away until she notices someone in the doorway, green hues peering up at them as she realizes she's no longer alone. Instead of stopping, however, she hikes up her skirt more, exposing her arousal to the other, "No need to be shy, love. I don't bite." The older brunette purrs, her lips curling into a soft smile.

[femininefutbol]

matchmaker

transferred/modified from my wattpad

prompt: your ex girlfriend alexia putellas attempts to set you up with leila ouahabi

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is a part two to 'call your girlfriend' so it is recommended you read that first

-

"So Leila huh?" Alexia asks you during your warm ups for the morning field session. 

"What are you talking about Lex?" you scoff, slightly blushing as the two of you jog around the pitch. 

"You like Leila, duh. I can be your wingwoman” Alexia explains, excited about the prospect of helping you find love again.

"I'm pretty sure Leila still isn't your biggest fan so I'm not sure if being a wingwoman would be the best course of action. Also I don't like her, you are just trying to hook me up with someone"

"Come on (Y/N/N), there has always been something there, you two are like Jenni and I, everyone can see that you are meant to be together. Also she likes you back, I know it, she was always jealous that I was with you" Alexia smirks, waiting to see your reaction to her statement.

You push Alexia lightly before responding, “she could do so much better than me"

"So you do like her!" Alexia yells, this causes teammates to turn their heads in the direction of you two.

"Nothing to see here!" you call back. "Shut up loud mouth, maybe I like her but nothing is going to happen so drop it!" you groan, taking your opportunity at the end of the warm up to put distance between you and Alexia so she will stop talking about you and Leila.

-

"So I think I have a plan," Alexia states as she sits next to you at team breakfast.

"Whatever it is, I'm not interested," you reply simply, looking around for someone else to join you at the table so you aren’t  left alone with Alexia and her scheming.

"No, I actually think it's really good you'll want to hear it" Alexia continues, not caring that you clearly aren't listening.

"Is she annoying you?" Leila asks as she sits on the other side of you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Please, I am not annoying!" Alexia whines.

"I've just learnt to tune her out, I'm not even sure what she was talking about," you laugh slightly.

"No one ever is, not much of importance is ever said from her" Leila explains, making the two of you giggle.

"I'll have you know I was speaking about something very important, something that could improve both of-" Alexia is cut off by you covering her mouth quickly.

"Too much talking, too early in the morning, quiet or move tables" you glare, making it clear that you expect Alexia to shut up.

"Fine but we will talk about this later," Alexia glares back before grabbing her plate and moving tables, leaving you and Leila sitting alone.

"So what are you and Alexa talking about later?" Leila asks curiously.

"Like I said, I'm not sure, I wasn't listening to her," you lie.

"Oh well it genuinely did seem important, maybe you should listen next time she speaks to you" Leila laughs loudly at the end of her sentence, you join in, joking at your teammates expense.

"Hmm, like you just said, nothing she has to say can be that important" the two of you continue to laugh.

-

"Partner up with someone who plays the same position as you! We're doing 1v1's" coach Jorge yells as a few girls groan.

"We never do 1v1's with players of the same position" someone in the group groans.

"We do today! Quick partner up Jorge yells back, not leaving room for anymore arguments from the group.

You move closer to Ona, the two of you probably have the closest friendship within the defending group so it makes sense that you would choose each other as partners for the drill.

Alexia eyes you then quickly informs Mapi that she needs to partner with Ona. Mapi tries to argue but it falls on deaf ears as Alexia just glares at her, silently telling her she has no choice.

"Ona you're with me today!" Mapi yells across the group.

"But she's my best friend" you whine, wrapping your arms around Ona to stop her moving.

"You two younglings will go too weak on each other, we need you both to be challenged so that we are a good team" Alexia joins the conversation, proud of her fairly sound logic.

"Fine" you drag out, you look around for someone else to pair up with, "Leila! It's your lucky day" you smile. You also don't miss the smirk spread across Alexia's face, you know this was her plan and you are surprisingly okay with it.

"Yay! My favourite León sister" Leila remarks sarcastically as she makes her way over to the smallest defender wrapping you jokingly in a headlock.

"Wait, I actually am your favourite though, right?" you look up, asking the question insecurely, not so sure you even want to know the answer.

"Forget favourite León sister, you are my favourite defender, nope actually, favourite football player, wait no let's try again, favourite person" Leila informs you sincerely, the two of you making your way over to grab a ball and begin the drill.

-

"Come on (Y/N) you've got it" Mapi yells as the entire team stands around watching Leila and yourself fight over the ball.

The rest of the squad have already finished the drill but yourself and Leila are extremely competitive, so you have decided to continue for another minute, agreeing that the last person with the ball wins the drill.

You attempt to kick the ball through Leila's legs so you can gain possession from behind her, but this plan doesn't work out as you envisioned. Instead Leila kicks the ball to the side before you can touch it, this causes you to clip Leila's ankle slightly making the older woman fall on top of you, your faces are inches apart and you feel like you can't breathe.

"Looks like I won León" Leila winks as she swiftly gets herself off the ground, holding her hand out in order to help you up.

"Water break, then scrimmage! Putellas and León senior are captains, no complaining or the last 45 minutes will be laps!” Jorge calls, alleviating the tension that was building.

"What was that!?" Alexia asks you in a hushed whisper yell as the two of you stand a few metres away from the rest of the group.

"I don't know! We were just looking at each other and I couldn't breathe like what I was supposed to do, lean up and kiss her?" you ask dramatically, annoyed mainly at yourself.

"That's exactly what you were supposed to do! Do I have to do everything for you (Y/N)?” Alexia groans.

"I think you know better than anyone here that I am not the least bit dominant so I really don't know what you expected" you reply, causing Alexia to spit out her water due to the implication being made, "and anyway, if Leila was into me she could have kissed me in that moment... So I'm taking this as a sign to not pursue her any further" you add.

"No no no, don't give up, we are going to make this work out" Alexia gives you her signature stare.

"You are just doing this because you feel guilty for fucking Jenni for four months while we were still together" you call as you walk away. The few teammates who hear this look wide eyed, probably thinking a fight is going to break out.

You catch JennI looking guilty, "We're fine Jenni, your stupid girlfriend is just stupid and I like reminding her of it" you smile, this causes Jenni to smile too and everyone else to stop eavesdropping and move on.

-

"We need to talk," Alexia informs Leila as the team make their way into the hotel lobby.

"And what exactly do we need to talk about Putellas?" Leila asks kind of harshly. While she acts rather civil around the rest of the team, mainly around you, she is still extremely mad at Alexia for treating you the way she did.

"(Y/N)"

"What business do you have talking to me about (Y/N)?" Leila practically growls.

Alexia understands why Leila is mad, she won you over knowing about Leila's liking for you, then completely ruined you, treating you horribly. If Alexia was in Leila's place she is sure that she would be reacting the same way.

"Well I know that you are completely head over heels for her and I want to help” Alexia smiles.

"I don't want your help with anything Putellas" Leila rolls her eyes, making her way towards the stairwell so she doesn't have to wait for the elevator and be stuck with Alexia for longer.

"Come on Leila, if you let me help I'll tell you something about (Y/N) that will be very helpful" Alexia calls up the staircase, not particularly wanting to run up a bunch of stairs after just training.

"So you would betray (Y/N) by telling me something about her just so you can mastermind some stupid matchmaker thing you having going on?" Leila scoffs, she seriously wants to take up the offer but she also wants to be the bigger person and not get tangled up with Alexia and her scheming.

"Yeah I guess... I'm sure (Y/N)  wouldn't mind me telling you and it would be super helpful" Alexia attempts to convince Leila.

Alexia hears a sigh further up the stairwell. "Okay hurry up, let's go to my room so you can tell me" Alexia starts sprinting up the stairs, excited that someone will finally listen to one of her plans and that she finally has the chance to help Leila and you get together.

-

"Okay so this is what is going to happen-" Alexia begins as herself and Leila make their way into Leila's hotel room.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Putellas. This is what is going to happen, you are going to tell me the useful information, I am going to consider how useful it really is, then I might listen to your plan and if I think it's worth it I will go with it, but all this is happening on my terms, understand?" Leila asks with a pointed glare.

"Sure thing Ouahabi, no need to be so uptight though" Alexia laughs gently as Leila continues to glare. "So the useful information is that (Y/N) is hopelessly in love with you" Alexia smiles brightly, hoping that the information will also make Leila smile.

"Wait, she is?" Leila smiles to herself, not thinking that the young defender actually liked her romantically.

"Yeah she's like obsessed, it's kinda cute"

"Okay well your information was indeed useful, I will now listen to your plan" Leila informs Alexia, sitting on her bed and motioning for Alexia to sit on the other bed in the room.

"Ooo okay, so the plan is, we are going to have a movie night, I'm going to tell (Y/N)  to come like 30 minutes later than everyone else so that there will only be room left next to you, then you will make a move and you two will live happily ever after with a little boy and twin girls who will grow up to be football legends" Alexia smiles.

"Okay crazy, calm down. The plan sounds decent enough so I will go along with it" this makes Alexia smile even wider, happy that she has convinced Leila to go along with the plan.

"Yay! Also one of your twin girls will be named Alexia... After me, the best matchmaker in Spain"

"We are not naming one of our children after (Y/N)’s cheating ex girlfriend" Leila informs Alexia, a joking tone only slightly evident.

"Well when you phrase it like that it doesn't sound great" Alexia rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Chill out Putellas, we are all mature adults who have moved on, but genuinely we will not be naming any of our children after you"

"You admitted you two are going to have children together so it doesn't matter what their names are because that statement has made me the happiest woman on the planet" Alexia states proudly.

"You actually need to get a life," Leila laughs.

-

Sofía makes her way to Alexia's hotel room where the team is going to be watching a movie.

"Putellas!" you yell in a silly voice as you enter the room, you are expecting to be one of the first people to arrive so you don’t mind embarrassing yourself a little bit.

Although this is not the case, as you make your way further into the hotel room you are met with giggles from the entire Spanish National Team who are clearly waiting for you to arrive.

"Oh hello... Everyone... Sorry I didn't realise I was late" you admit awkwardly as you look down at your watch noticing that you are in-fact not late but 5 minutes early.

"You're not late, I'd say you are perfectly on time" Alexia smirks, "just find a seat anywhere and we will start the movie"

You look around the room, seeing that there is really only one possible place you can sit unless you plan on sitting in someone's lap. You sigh gently, concluding that this is part of Alexia's plan and make your way over to one of the beds, squeezing into the corner spot that is conveniently right next to Leila.

"Do you know what movie we are watching?" you ask Leila as quietly as possible, already embarrassed about your display just seconds earlier.

"Um, I think Alexia said something about a nun?" Leila replies, making it clear that she was not very focused on the actual movie portion of the movie night.

"Wait like the nun? Alexia, did you seriously choose a scary movie?!” you yell across the room, suddenly not caring that you just embarrassed yourself again. 

"Yes (Y/N) the group picked the nun, so suck it up!" Alexia yells back.

"Jenni, she's a horrible girlfriend, you should dump her!" you respond, causing a few gasps and even more laughs to be heard throughout the room.

There was no response to your comment as the movie begins. You are immediately terrified, not really being a huge fan of scary movies.

"Are you okay?" Leila asks you as she can feel you shaking slightly.

"Um, don't say anything because I'm definitely super tough but I may possibly be a little bit scared. You know with the not liking scary movies and the religious trauma" you joke at the end to make you seem like less of a wuss.

"Ahh the religious trauma, gets ya every time" Leila jokes back, attempting to make you feel better about being scared.

"It really does, just pops out of nowhere ya know"

"Well here let me hold you, I'll make sure no priests try to bless you while you aren't looking," Leila jokes, pulling you into her arms.

"Thank god, well maybe not god, but thank you, my saviour" you continue the religious jokes, no longer worried about being scared.

"Can you two heathens keep it down or leave!" Alexia groans. Leila knows that she would definitely prefer the second option but she doesn't want to give the midfielder all the satisfaction so instead she just leans back against the headboard, cuddling you into her chest while she continues to watch the movie.

Sometime between the point where the two started cuddling and the end of the movie you have fallen asleep on Leila's chest, so while everyone began to get up to leave Leila lays quietly continuing to hold you in her embrace

"Well it definitely seems like my plan is taking effect" Alexia smiles as herself, Leila and you are the final ones in the room that Alexia has to herself for this camp.

"Not quite, I didn't actually make any moves" Leila sighs, knowing that the hardest part is still yet to come.

"Well I will be a hero and room with Jenni tonight and when the little one wakes up you can confess your love to her and then you two can get married and have Alexia junior" Alexia smiles.

"Firstly, you are not being a hero by going to sleep with your girlfriend, secondly we are not going to start dating, get married and have children all in one night and finally, we are not naming our child after you" Leila groans.

"La la la, all I heard is marriage and kids, sounds good to me, I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow!" Alexia happily makes her way out of the room leaving you two alone.

-

"Sorry about cuddling into you and falling asleep on you" you speak sheepishly as you realise that yourself and Leila are the only two in the room. "Where did everyone go?"

"The movie ended so everyone left and I didn't want to wake you so I just stayed here with you"

"You didn't have to do that, Leis you could have just woken me up" you on one hand feel guilty that Leila had to stay because of you but on the other you are so giddy that it is just you and your crush alone in this hotel room.

"I wouldn't do that, and actually I had an ulterior motive, I wanted to talk to you, alone" Leila admits.

"Oh well here we are alone, so let's talk" you finally move  off Leila's chest, sitting up and crossing your legs ready to speak to Leila.

"So Alexia told me something today," Leila begins.

"Oh god what did that idiota say?"

"So she may have informed me that you are and I quote 'hopelessly in love' with me, is that true?" Leila asks, as a blush immediately spreads across Sofía's cheeks.

"Uhh well um you see... Yeah that's true, I don't know about the hopeless part and I definitely think it's too soon to say in love but I absolutely like you a lot" you smile, your confidence picking up towards the end of the sentence when you notice that Leila doesn't immediately leave and that she doesn’t seem weirded out or anything. 

"Oh so you wouldn't mind me doing this?" Leila asks, moving forwards and cupping your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"Not at all" you respond, moving so that you are now sitting on top of Leila while the two of you continue to  make out, both of you incredibly happy that this is finally happening.

-

"Yay it finally happened!" Alexia shouts as you and Leila make their way into team breakfast, the two of you completely glowing and looking comfortable in each other's arms.

"Shut up Putellas" you groan.

"That's no way to treat the person who made this all happen," Alexia explains while you and Leila sit down at the table.

"No but it's exactly the way I'm treating a traitor, I can't believe you told Leila I am 'hopelessly in love' with her" you explain, the annoyance on your face disappearing while using Leila's name and the phrase 'hopelessly in love' in the same sentence.

"Well, was I wrong?"

"No Alexia you were not wrong but that's not that poi-" you are cut off as Alexia continues.

"And did it help you two finally get together?" Alexia asks suggestively.

"Technically but in reality you and I only actually broke up like a month ago so if anything it is moving too fast and I should still be mad at you for being a cheater," you explain.

"yeah well instead of all that you can just be happy that you are dating your crush" alexia smirks.

"Okay you genuinely need to shut up Alexia, you can't go from being the worst girlfriend in the world to now being the worst friend in the world" you complain, annoyed that Alexia keeps embarrassing you in-front of the girl you literally just admitted your feelings towards.

"I'll only shut up if you name one of your kids Alexia" the midfielder argues.

"Leila already told me about that part of the conversation too, it's not happening Putellas"

"So you two finally get together and you spend the entire night talking about me, your horrible cheating ex-girlfriend, seriously?" Alexia replies.

"yeah obviously, you are just so irresistible that we had to talk about you all night" you state,  then glaring at Alexia before continuing, "we wouldn't have to talk about you so much if you didn't have such a loud mouth... I'm surprised you kept yours and Jenni's relationship a secret for four months''

"It's easy when you never picked up the phone" Alexia quipped back.

"I’m blocking your number Putellas"

"Noooo then how will I get updates on Alexia junior" Alexia whines.

"We are not naming our child after you" both you and Leila reply in sync, this causes Alexia to fangirl slightly and both Alexia and yourself drop your ridiculous back and forth argument.

[miryum]

Greek Mythology AU (Newt x Reader)

This was requested and I’m very pleased and proud to present this! It’s longer than my other fics, and here’s the key of which Glader is which god/goddess: 

Zeus- Ava Paige 

Hera- Jason 

Athena- Teresa

Ares- Gally 

Poseidon -Thomas

Artemis- Sonya

Apollo- Harriet

Aphrodite- Minho

Hermes- Reader

Hesita- Newt

Demeter- Jorge

Persephone- Brenda 

Hades- Alby

I know that I’m missing some, but I really tried to fight everyone in and take account of relationships both within TMR and Greek Mythology. (And yes, I know Newt and Sonya are siblings instead of Sonya and Harriet and Harriet doesn’t really fit Apollo, but bear with me here!) 

It would be wise if Newt stopped staring. But, then again, he was god of the hearth, not the god of wisdom. Sometimes he wished he was more like Teresa. Maybe then he would know how to talk to Y/n.

Ava had called an emergency godly meeting. Newt had no idea what it was about, but it wasn’t his job to weigh in. While the twelve gods and goddesses sat on their thrones, Newt sat in the middle, tending the fire that was always burning. 

“Why did you call this meeting?” Gally asked, “You pulled me from a war.”

“Humans are getting out of control.” Ava pursed her lips. “We need to do something about it.”

“What do you mean by out of control?” Teresa asked. 

“They’re advancing too quickly. They’re making technology far faster than we ever thought. It’s getting out of hand.” Ava argued her point. 

“Isn’t that good?” Sonya arched her brow. “We want them to grow and thrive, right?”

“Their egos are inflating ten-fold.” Ava said, “They’re starting to think they’re better than us.” 

“Wonder who else that sounds like…” Y/n muttered, eyes not leaving her tablet screen. Minho, Gally, Alby, and Thomas laughed. Newt let out a quiet chuckle, focusing on the flames in front of him.

Ava glowered, but didn’t speak. 

“I think their progress is good.” Thomas added, “As Sonya said, we want them to keep building temples for us, and if they have new technology, they can make them bigger and better.”

“That’s not what I said.” Sonya mumbled. Teresa glanced at Thomas. 

“Temples. Bigger and better.” Ava said, a hand coming to her cheek. “And more technology. Hmm. I guess. But we still need to keep a close eye on them.”

The gods sat in silence for a bit. Y/n glanced up. “Are we done here?” she asked. 

“I guess.” Ava waved a hand. 

“Good, cause I have places to be and things to do.” Y/n flew off, her winged sandals allowing her to take to the skies. She kept muttering to herself, eyebrows furrowed and fingers dancing across her tablet. Newt watched her go. 

The other gods grumbled about how Ava took them from important happenings before slowly dispersing. Alby, on the other hand, walked up to Newt. “I see the way you look at her,” he commented.

Newt tore his eyes away from Y/n’s retreating figure, glancing to Alby, then back down to his fire. “I have no idea what you mean,” he answered, flicking his hand so the crackling red and oranges of his fire grew.

Alby sighed. “She used to be such a cocky little shit. Wonder where that kid went.” 

Newt frowned. “She left when Ava gave her the role as messenger of the gods. Now, she spends her days fluttering and flying this way and that, just to take simple messages or gifts to one another or demigods when we’re too lazy to do it ourselves. And not just that!” Newt ranted on, “She’s the goddess of trade, wealth, luck, fertility, sleep, language, thieves, travel and so much more! You wonder where that intelligent, cunning, mischievous girl went, I can tell you.” Newt ended his speech, breathing heavily. He noticed his fire had risen ten-fold, so he quickly waved his hand and it decreased to soft flames and embers. 

Alby hummed, smirking at Newt. “And how do you know all of that?”

Newt was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was stutters.

Alby started to saunter away. “All I’m saying,” he said, “is that I haven’t seen the god of home, hearth, and family that riled up in a long time.” He snapped his fingers and his carriage appeared, black bone stallions and a chariot made of onyx. “It was quite an impressive fire,” he commented. And then he snapped the reins and was whisked away down Mt. Olympus.

Alby left Newt staring at the place he once was, hands hovering over the fire and contemplating his eye- opening words.

**

Y/n paused and looked at her tablet. Suspended in mid-air, she wasted her precious time staring at the name that had just popped up. 

Newt. 

While the other gods frequently used her posting and mailing service, Newt had never called upon her. 

Making a decision she would probably regret later, Y/n turned and flew back to Mt. Olympus. The other packages and messages could wait. 

Y/n landed in the main room of Mt. Olympus, coming to a running stop. “Newt?”

Newt jerked up from his place at the fire, the sparks jumping with his surprise. “Hi,” he said quickly. “I- uh well, why did you come so fast? I just requested your help.”

“You never need for me to deliver something.” Y/n tilted her head, staring at him with a mix of acquisition and confusion. “You’re too… kind to make me do that.” 

Newt didn’t look at her, but Y/n thought she saw him smile. 

She called me kind. Newt thought giddily. 

“So what do you need me to do?” Y/n asked. 

“Oh,” Newt cleared his throat, “well, I was kind of hoping I could do something for you.”

“I like where this is going.” Y/n grinned, finally sitting down across from him. If Newt has blood instead of ichor, he was sure he would be blushing at their close proximity. 

“Well, as you probably know from all the invitations you have to deliver, Thomas and Minho are hosting a party later this week and I was wondering if you’re going?”

Y/n sighed and sat back, resting her weight on her palms. “I don’t know. I would love to go and party like I used to, but I’m just too damn busy. It’s a pity, isn’t it?” She exhaled a sad laugh. 

Newt’s mouth quirked up in a small smile. “I’m sure you could take a day off for once in a millennia. Everyone important is going to be at that party. Why deliver messages to gods when they’re all in the same place?” 

Y/n matched Newt’s grin with one of her own. “What are you saying Newtie?” 

Newt flushed at the nickname. “I- I don’t know. I was just wondering- maybe…” 

Y/n laughed and said, “Newt, do you want to go to the party with me?”

“Um, yeah. I would love that.”

**

Through the dim lights, Newt watched Y/n dance with Gally before she slipped a few coins out of his pocket.

Newt chuckled before a voice appeared next to him. “Aren’t you supposed to dance with her?” Thomas and Minho were at his sides, glinting with smirks. 

“We were,” Newt answered, “but she wanted to pickpocket a few people and didn’t want me to be caught in the crossfire.” 

“Ah.” Minho nodded. “Sounds like your average millennia-old love story.”

“I haven’t seen her away from that tablet of hers in a long time.” Thomas said, “It’s nice to see her happy for a change.”

“And all thanks to you.” Minho bumped shoulders with Newt. Newt rolled his eyes, a smile coming to his lips nonetheless.

“Your lover girl’s calling.” Thomas directed his attention to Y/n who was motioning him to come over. 

Newt weaved through the crowd of gods and minor deities to where Y/n had abandoned Gally who was a few coins lighter. “Stop being a wallflower.” She yelled over the music. 

“Parties aren’t usually my scene.” Newt rubbed his arm, a bit uncomfortable. When the pair had last danced, it was much less crowded.

Y/n scrunched her nose. “Fine. But I’m going to show you my definition of a party.” 

As the gods partied well into the next weeks thanks to their immortality, Y/n showed Newt all of her best party tricks and pranks. They tied Thomas’ sandals together, made Sonya’s arrows exclaim a loud boing! when she shot them, fixed Teresa’s scrolls to a gibberish language, tuned Harriet’s lyre to all the wrong pitches right before she performed, stole Minho’s hair gel, spiked Jorge’s drink, slid a fake spider down Alby’s chiron, and snuck up behind Brenda to spray- painted her hair bright pink. 

They were too scared to prank Ava or Janson. 

At the end of the party, Thomas had tripped over himself six times, Sonya’s arrows had scared everyone four times, Teresa had confronted them about her very important scrolls, Harriet almost cried because her instrument was off-tune, Minho practically upturned the entirety of Mt. Olympus to find his hair gel, Jorge had a heart-to-heart with one of his plants, Alby screamed so loudly mortals could hear, Brenda now sported hot pink hair, and Newt and Y/n couldn’t stop laughing. 

“I never knew your pranks could be this fun!” Newt exclaimed. “I think my favourite of all time was when you glued Janson to his throne. Or when you convinced Minho that his hair gel was making him go bald. You snuck in his room and cut off a bit of hair every single day just to make it believable. Oh, or when you stole Harriet’s prized cows.” 

Y/n laughed. “Yeah,” she agreed, “those were all good. I miss pranking the gods.” 

“What do you mean?” Newt leaned forward. They were sitting on a stone bench together in one of Jorge’s prized gardens, far away from the now dying down dance. 

“What do all of those pranks have in common?” When Newt didn’t answer, she went on, “They were all years ago. Many years ago. I haven’t done a good prank in forever. Except those pranks with you. Those were good. I never knew you were one for pranks. I thought the god of family would be against that.”

Newt smiled sheepishly. “I’m usually not one for them. I just wanted to spend time with you these past weeks. It’s been fun.” 

“Yeah, it has. Really fun.” 

Y/n’s eyes crinkled up with her smile. Newt looked at her with a feeling she hadn’t seen often. It looked suspiciously like love. His eyes flickered about an inch down her face and Y/n’s eyes widened. Is he about to do what she thought he was about to do? Newt started to lean in and thoughts ran through Y/n’s mind. Did she want to do this? Did she like Newt in that way? Before anything could happen, Jorge stumbled into the garden, making Newt jerk away. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“Uh, it’s alright. You’re a really good… uh, god, Newt.” Y/n exhaled out, standing quickly. “I’ll see you later.” She hurriedly walked away. 

Newt slumped down in his seat, head in his hands. He had fucked everything up. 

**

Y/n ran a hand through her hair as she practically ran through the halls of Mt. Olympus. Why did she run away from him? She entered her room to find Sonya resting on her bed. “What are you doing here?” Y/n jumped, frightened. The wings on her sandals sprouted up and lifted her into the air. 

“What’s up with you and Newt?” Sonya itched her nose, nonchalantly fiddling with one of her arrows. 

“What do you mean? There’s nothing happening.” 

“Oh really?” Sonya smirked, “Then what’s with the party pranks you two pulled? Or leaving the dance together? Or denying that you have the hots for him?” 

Y/n scoffed. “I don’t have the hots for Newt. I actually just… walked away from him.”

Sonya hummed. “Do you not like him, or do you just think that the goddess of trade, travel, and thieves is too busy and not good enough for Newt? That you wouldn’t be able to give him all he deserves so you’re shunning yourself before you have the chance to disappoint him?”

Y/n gave Sonya a tired smile. “When did you get so smart?”

Sonya shrugged, “I hang out with Teresa a lot. Now,” she grinned at the girl, “go find your lover boy. And then you’ll fix my arrows.”

Y/n nodded and zoomed out of her room, flying through the corridors of Olympus. Sonya had made her realise her feelings for Newt. She never knew her underlying love for him. How important he was in her life until Sonya pushed it in front of her. It was strangely comforting to know her fears and know what she could do to fix them. She searched in vain for Newt, but couldn’t find him. She checked the garden, the throne room, the dining room, and Newt’s room. She searched for an entire day, finally bumping into Thomas. “Have you seen Newt?” The messenger asked. 

“Uh, I think I saw him with Alby last?” 

“He’s in the Underworld?!” Y/n asked in disbelief. “Why the hell would he be there?!”

I don’t know.” Thomas shrugged, “There’s a lot of fires there, right? He’s the god of the hearth?”

“Wow, Thomas.” Y/n deadpanned, “You're very helpful.”

“Thanks.” Thomas didn’t catch the sarcasm. She rolled her eyes but realised the bigger issue was getting Newt back to Mt. Olympus. Being in the Underworld couldn’t be good for him. It took her some time, but eventually, after a long, tiring time, Y/n was able to enter the Underworld. 

“Excuse me, Miss,” a soul said, “you can’t go in there. That’s Lord Alby’s castle.”

“Do you know who I am?” Y/n flared up, her patience ground to dust. After an entire day of searching, this soul was to stand in her way? The aura around her shone brightly, but she contained her true form. “I am Y/n Cyllenian, goddess of Mt. Olympus, herald to the gods, and right-hand woman of Ava. If you do not let me pass, I do swear that I will personally oversee that Lord Alby makes your punishment long and painful.” 

The soul whimpered, fell at her feet, and grovelled for forgiveness. Y/n’s snarl didn’t leave her face, but she passed the soul without inflicting her wrath.

The doors banged open as Y/n flew through and the servants cowered as she travelled the halls. She entered the throne room to find Alby sitting lazily on his dais, looking at her expectantly. “Yes?” 

“Where is Newt?” Y/n drifted to the ground, her feet finding solid rock. She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I need to tell him something.” 

“Your never- ending love that you failed to tell him a day ago?” Alby guessed. 

“How’d you know?” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Listen, I know I messed up. But I wasn’t ready at the time. Sonya made me come to a realisation that I have feelings for Newt. I was scared at the time, and I still am, but I’m willing to try and get through those fears with him. If he’ll have me.” She added after a thought. 

“Newt?” Alby swished a hand to his right, where Newt emerged from the shadows. He looked paler and colder after a day in the Underworld, but the hope in his eyes hadn’t diminished. “He came to me and asked for a place to stay,” Alby said, “I knew that it would drain some of his powers, and I warned him of it, but he said he needed a friend. Who am I to derive him of that?” 

“Newt.” Y/n sank in relief. Some guilt in her body was relieved when she saw him standing there. She had assumed that he wouldn’t want to see her after the embarrassment she put him through. “I am so sorry.” Y/n’s sandals carried her to Newt and set her down before him. “I was scared and stupid and I didn’t want to put you through the stress of my life and I feel as though I don’t deserve your kindness and love. I don’t think I ever saw your true personality until the party. And then, I remembered all you do for us.” Newt smiled as she continued, “You keep us warm and happy with your fires, you force us to have game nights to reconnect as a family, you drag Minho away from his mirror, calm Gally during his rages, help Jorge and Brenda with their gardens, and are even able to show Ava the good in humans! And you’ve even helped me so much in ways I don’t even know! You’ve never added to my work load, saved food for me after I’ve worked late, made sure the gods wait for me if I’m working… wow.” A realisation dawned on the goddess, “I work a lot, don’t I? But that’s what I’m worried about. That I work too much and won’t have time to love you as-”

“You love me?” Newt whispered, cutting off her long speech. “But, in the garden-”

“I was scared, stupid, and didn’t know my feelings until Sonya made me confront them.” Y/n reassured, “But I promise, I do love you. I’m not making this up just to make you feel better.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.” 

Newt leaned in, one hand on her waist, the other on her neck. Unlike last night, Y/n leaned in as well. Their lips met and it was as they were made for each other. The goddess of travellers, trade, wealth, luck, fertility, sleep, language, athletes, and sports, the most mischievous of the gods, and herald and messenger of Mt. Olympus itself had finally found her soulmate with the god of the hearth, home, and family. The busiest and most cunning goddess with the kindest and most patient. A match that Minho himself would approve of. A love to end all else. What a pair indeed.

Alby sat on his throne, eating popcorn, and watching them kiss.

[venicebixch]

Breaking Rules part 1

this series was a request! basically, y/n is famous. like properly famous. and vinnie is her bodyguard. you’ll figure out the rest from there. there will be angst and smut! a little bit of fluff. this part in particular is mostly smut. enjoy :)

“Happy birthday again Kya! I love you, I’ll see you soon,” I say, hugging her goodbye.

“I love you too. Call me tomorrow and let me know you got home safe.”

I smile at her. “I will.”

I turn and walk out of the main door of the lounge, where Vinnie waiting for me.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

“Yeah. Wait! Do I have my bag?”

“It’s right here, you left it on the patio earlier,” he holds it up. “I swear, you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to you.”

“Oops,” I say giggling and taking it from him.

He shakes his head at me, but has a small smile on his face. “Come on crazy woman.”

“Don’t you call me crazy, I’m perfectly sane. Just a little tipsy.”

“No, you’re crazy. But it’s okay.” He smirks at me.

I sigh, giving him a pouty face. “Let’s go.”

We start walking quickly to the elevator.

“You’re lucky I like you, Vin. I wouldn’t let my other bodyguards get away with saying or doing half of the shit you do,” I say giving him a stern but friendly look.

He chuckles. “I know.”

I playfully roll my eyes.

The elevator dings and we go to the ground floor.

We approach one of my other guards waiting at the exit of the building.

“Hey, Jorge,” I greet him.

“Hello, y/n.”

I sigh, already hearing the yelling from the people outside.

“You ready?” Vinnie asks, looking at me.

“As ever.”

Jorge stands to my left and Vinnie stands to my right, putting his hand on my back to cover me as he pushes the door open.

The flashing cameras create a strobe effect. I look down because they hurt my eyes and make me dizzy. People are yelling so much, it’s hard to even think.

This situation isn’t something you ever get used to. It’s hard to believe this many people care this much about me. As overwhelming as it can be, I still typically like to stop and say hi to a few fans but I’m just ready to get back to the hotel tonight.

As we start to approach the black SUV, a male fan starts to run toward me, practically screaming bloody murder.

“God, I hate when they do this,” I murmur.

It’s scary, and you never know if someone has an intention of hurting you. Plenty of celebrities have been shot dead or stabbed. It’s getting to the point that I can’t even leave my house without at least 1 guard with me.

Vinnie turns toward the man just as he approaches and pushes him back, hard.

The guy stumbles backwards, still yelling my name. I try not to look because it’s honestly just an awkward experience for everyone.

He keeps trying to get to me, and Vinnie blocks him from moving forward.

“Get back! Stop!” He says sternly, pushing the guy back again.

The man starts getting more aggressive and lunges forward to swing at Vinnie. It’s rare this happens but it does every once in a while. Still, catches me off guard and I gasp.

Luckily, Vinnie dodges it and bring his fist around landing a solid punch right to the guy’s jaw without missing a beat.

I let out a sigh of relief. I gotta give it to him, Vinnie is damn good at his job. I always feel safe with him. Safer than with anyone else.

Finally the man gives up and walks away, angry. Vinnie shakes his head, and walks back over to us. He opens the car door for me, and then climbs in behind me. Jorge rides in a separate car as he’s done working for the day.

Once safe inside the car, I lay my head back and take a deep breath.

“Fucking animals,” Vinnie says angrily.

“I know. Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah I’m fine. Asshole stepped on my brand new shoes, these things are like 400 bucks,” he says, bending over trying to wipe the scuff marks off of them.

I laugh a little and shake my head. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

He smirks. “I don’t want your money, woman.”

I giggle. “Suit your damn self, I was just offering.”

He smiles at me, leaning back into the seat. “Thank you, but no thanks.”

“Where to?” The female driver asks.

I look at Vinnie, because I have no idea where or what the hotel is. I should know, but I don’t.

He looks at me for a moment and then realizes I’m waiting on him to tell her. “Oh, uh… The Four Seasons on Barclay in Manhattan.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“What would you do without me?” he winks at me.

“Probably die.”

He starts laughing. “Probably.”

I pull out my phone to check it and sigh. 2 new texts from my ex, Preston. He cheated on me a few months ago and I broke up with him. I was heart broken but also relieved. I wasn’t really happy with him but it’s hard to adjust to being single again after almost 2 years.

“You okay?” Vinnie asks, seeing the expression on my face.

“Yeah. Just Preston.”

“Say the word and I’ll kill him.”

I shoot a harsh glance to him. “And you call me crazy.”

He laughs a little bit. “I never said I wasn’t also a little crazy.”

“A little?” I say, giggling.

“A lot.”

“That’s better.”

“But only when it’s necessary,” he adds.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I smile.

—

We get to the hotel and luckily it’s a short walk to the door and not many people are paying attention. We hop on the elevator and head to the top floor, where my room is.

Vinnie walks me to my door. “Here you are, safe and sound. Lock the door behind you, and let me know if you need anything.”

I nod, smiling up at him. I really don’t want to be alone tonight.

“Vinnie… do you want to come in and have a drink with me? There’s a minibar in the room.”

He looks at me hesitating for a moment but then agrees. “Sure.”

“Yay!” I smile, walking into the suite. “The minibar is in the corner, they have whiskey and wine and all kinds of stuff. Grab what you’d like.”

“Okay, thank you,” he smiles.

I go into the bathroom and change into shorts and a t-shirt. We both get our drinks and head to the balcony.

“It’s so pretty out here at night,” I say.

Vinnie nods, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Yeah, it’s stunning.”

I lean back in my chair and put my feet up on the table in front of me, looking at him. He looks stiff, like he can’t relax.

“Sit back, Vin. Make yourself comfortable.”

He laughs, looking down. “I am.”

“No like, sit back and relax. Take that jacket off, take your shoes off. Get comfortable.”

“Alright,” he says standing up. He takes his jacket and shoes off and sits back down, putting his feet up on the table, too.

“There you go,” I laugh, and lay my head back, feeling the breeze.

I look over at him, smiling. His eyes are closed, his head against the chair. His hair is moving with the breeze. I start admiring his tattoos and facial features. He’s god damn handsome.

And maybe it’s the liquor in my system but I have the urge to touch him. I wanna hold him. I wanna run my hands through his hair and brush his lips against mine.

I know it’s inappropriate because he works for me. But then again, what’s just one night together? It won’t mean anything. I just need the release. And maybe he won’t even want me. All I can do is ask.

I sit up and walk over to him, standing in front of him. He opens his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at me. His expression is peaceful.

I lean over and straddle him, half expecting him to get uncomfortable or tell me to stop. But instead, his relaxed expression doesn’t change. He brings one hand to my thigh, and his eyes move down to my lips.

I brush his hair back and lean in slowly, stopping a few inches from his face to see his reaction.

He smiles then closes the gap, pressing his soft warm lips to mine.

His lips part and I slide my tongue in, tasting the whiskey on his breath.

He starts to kiss his way down my neck, bringing his hand to my waist. With my head leaned back, I let out soft moans as he sucks my sweet spot.

His hard on starts to press against my core and I grind my hips, feeling it through the fabric of our pants.

He leans forward and sets his whiskey glass on the table, standing up. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist as he carries me back into the hotel suit.

He sets me gently down on the bed, laying me back, kissing me again.

I sit up and lift my shirt over my head, exposing my tits. He kisses down my chest, sucking and kissing every part of them, saving my nipples for last.

He kisses his way down my stomach, his breath tickling me, sending and intense sensation through my body.

He nibbles on my inner thigh, and starts gently rubbing my clit through my shorts.

My core is throbbing and my cheeks and red. He’s barely touched me yet and I feel like I could cum.

He takes my shorts off and pulls me to the edge of the bed, getting on his knees. I spread my legs wide as he leans in and lightly teases my clit with his tongue.

I bring my hand and wrap my fingers in his hair, and he starts to really go in. Sucking my clit, tonguing my entrance.

With his tongue inside me, his nose presses against my clit, rubbing it just right. His pretty brown eyes connect with mine every so often, making me smile. God I could watch him eat me forever.

“Fuck,” I moan out, throwing my head back. He starts moaning, I can feel his hot breath against me, his voice vibrating and adding to the sensation.

“I’m gonna cum, Vinnie!” I grab his hand that’s gripping my thigh and lace our fingers together while I ride out my high.

“Oh fuck yes,” I exhale deeply as he moves away from my core to come up and kiss me.

“See how good you taste, pretty girl?” He asks in the moments between our lips locking together.

“Mhmm,” I moan into his mouth.

He stands and takes his shirt off, exposing his body. I’ve never seen him shirtless before this. I figured he’d look good but oh my fucking god, he’s absolutely brilliant to look at.

I move to my knees on the bed as he drops his pants and boxers, exposing his nice cock.

I scan his body from his hard on up to his eyes. He looks down and smiles softly at me, bringing his hand to my face, rubbing his thumb against my cheek.

I scoot toward him and lean forward, grabbing his cock in my hands. I tease him, running my tongue up and down his member, earning deep moans from him.

I take his tip into my mouth and push him all the way into the back of my throat, holding him there until I gag.

As I’m bobbing my head, he leans forward and smack my ass and rubs his hands up and down my back.

His hands come back to the front of me and pinch my nipples, causing me to moan on his cock. He thrusts to meet my movements and gathers my hair into a ponytail shape.

His fucking moans are like music to my ears. I love his voice so much.

He pulls back and kisses me again, bringing his hand to my neck and pushing me back on to the bed. He pulls me forward to the edge and takes my legs, putting them over his shoulders.

He teases my entrance, rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit and over my clit. The anticipation is killing me.

“Put it in, Vinnie. Please,” I whisper.

He lets out a small laugh and bites his lip, still teasing.

“Please Vinnie, I want it. Please,” I say, spreading my legs further apart.

“You want it?”

“Yes,” I nod, practically moaning.

“I like watching you beg for me,” he says, smiling. He brings his hand up and lays a smack to one of my tits.

I throw my head back into the pillow, gripping the sheets. “Ugh, please!”

He smiles again. “Okay, okay,” he whispers, finally sliding himself inside of me. He pushes as far as he can go.

A deep moan rolls out of both of us.

“God damn it, that feels good baby,” I prop myself up on my elbows, looking at him sliding in and out of me.

His hands tightly grip my thighs as he picks up the pace, pulling almost completely out of me before slamming himself back in.

I lay flat on my back again and grab my own tits, feeling them bounce with each thrust.

He takes my legs off his shoulder and leans over me, burying his face in my neck. “God, you’re fucking stunning, y/n.”

He leans back and pushes me further up on the bed and gets fully on it before sliding back inside of me, laying on top of me. His necklaces are cold and tickle my chest.

I wrap my arms around him and wrap my hands in his hair. I can feel another orgasm coming on. My body starts pulsing and my legs close tightly aound his waist.

I moan loudly. “I’m cumming! Fuck Vinnie, yes baby!”

“That’s it. Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum on my cock. Soak it,” he brings his hand to my neck, squeezing it lightly.

His thrusts become uneven and he collapses on to me, filling me up.

“Oh my god, y/n,” he moans. His breathing is fast in my ear.

I laugh a little bit. “I know. Holy fuck,” I kiss his cheek.

He slowly pulls out of me and lays beside me as we catch our breath.

I turn toward him and put my hand to his cheek. “You can stay in here tonight if you want to,” I say softly.

He nods is head and smiles. “Okay.”

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Here’s a continuation of the previous Jasco fic because I can’t sleep ._.

——

Jasmine couldn’t stop thinking about Bosco, even though it had been a week since she had seen them in the rain. Their blue eyes and effortless grin appeared every time Jasmine closed her eyes. Her friends had started to notice and had decided it was time for a girls night out to get her out of this lovesick funk.

Jasmine stood in front of her bathroom mirror, having finished her makeup and checking herself. Her gold eyeshadow glimmered in the light and her eyeliner for once looked identical on both eyelids. Her blonde hair was glossy and perfectly straightened into a high ponytail. Jasmine ran her hand down the mid thigh red velvet dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, bringing in her already tiny waist. She grinned in the mirror at how sickening she looked. Her mind drifted to Bosco and what she would think but was quickly interrupted by knocking on the bathroom door.

“Girl you ready? Jorge has the car so we might leave you’re ass.” Kerri yells through the door. Jasmine grabs her lipstick and swipes it on quickly before opening the door.

“Yeah I’m ready!”

The club was honestly amazing and Jasmine had to admit that she was enjoying herself. She was in and out of the dance floor and having a grand old time. She sat at the bar, drink in hand, as she watched Kerri flirt with a stranger she’d been dancing with previously. Jasmine had to cover her face with her hands to cover her smirk as she watched Kerri’s tanned cheeks heat and turn a rosy shade of red. She had never seen her act this always around anyone, especially a stranger and Jasmine was soaking it all in. She would definitely tease Kerri to no end about this in the morning.

“Whats a pretty girl like you doing her all alone?” A gruff voice asked next to her. Jasmine couldn’t help but jump and turn towards the man. He was obviously drunk out of his mind but looked at Jasmine with a hunger in his eyes that made her stomach drop.

“Just here for a good time.” She said, awkwardly running her nails on the wooden bar top. The man brought his hand towards hers and she couldn’t help but pull away. He huffed, obviously annoyed and moved closer towards Jasmine. She stiffened and looked down at her nails, tapping against the wet glass of her now melted drink.

“How about I buy you a drink and then I’ll give you a good time huh?” The man proposes, voice deep and full of a carnal desire that made Jasmine want to vomit. She darts her eyes from side to side but found neither Kerri or Jorgeous and curses her friends. The man brought his other hand to Jasmines lower back and she went cold at the contact. He leaned his face closer towards her and she pulled away but he gripped the soft fabric, holding her trapped in his grasp. She looked around, desperate for help. His other hand grabbed her wrist and tightened as she struggled against him. She could feel his hand get even tighter as she almost screamed.

Suddenly the weight was off her back and the man’s hot breath off her neck. Her wrist ached but she instead turned to her side and saw a brunette holding the man up against a wall by his shirt collar. They were clearly angry and the man was frightened beyond belief. Jasmine noticed how icy their blue eyes were as they stared daggers at the drunken fool. She was able to make out who it was in her slightly tipsy mind and felt her cheeks instantly warm.

Bosco

“If you touch her again, I’ll beat your sorry ass out of this club.” They said, meaning every word in their threat. The man could barely look at Bosco when she finally punched him in the face. Jasmine gasped and covered her mouth. Bosco dropped the man as he sunk slowly to the floor. Two security members quickly grabbed him and took him somewhere Jasmine never wanted to know. Bosco huffed and fixed their hair before heading to Jasmine. They took her hand in their gloved ones and brought their blue eyes to her green.

“Are you okay? He didn’t do anything did he?” Bosco asked, incredibly concerned. Jasmine couldn’t speak but shook her head no. Bosco exhaled, sitting next to Jasmine on the bar stool. The bartender slid a drink to Boscos hand and winked at them.

Jasmine tried to respond but her hands begin to shake and her breathing quickens. A growing feeling of dirtiness cakes her skin and she wants to scream and rip off her flesh. Her nails dig into her palms, leaving purple bruised crescents in her pale palms. Bosco gets up and immediately grabs Jasmines arm. Jasmine knows she’s walking but all she can hear is the blood pounding in her head and her legs moving but she can’t tell which direction.

Her eyes are watering when she’s hit with the cool New York City air. She finally breathes and begins to sob, leaning against the outside brick of the club. Bosco is standing next her, arm wrapped around her shoulders and hugging her. Jasmine looks up at the tall brunette and crashes her face into their chest. Bosco stills before wrapping their arms around her and rubbing small circles in their back.

“Hey it’s okay princess. I got you.” Bosco whispers in her ear and Jasmine begins to breath slower and wipes her eyes. They get off of Bosco and stand in front of them.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“. Jasmine rushes out at the sudden closeness, her cheeks turning a rosy shade.

“No no it’s- it’s alright.” Bosco says, equally rushed and awkward. The pause is deafening as cars fly past them.

“Thank you inside there Bosco.” Jasmine says quietly. The brunettes eyes widen as the realization hits them. “Jasmine?” They ask in an awestruck tone. Jasmine tucked the endeared part of her away from that reaction and nods.

“I wanted to see you again but not in this… situation.” They say, attempting at lightening the mood. Jasmine chuckles at this and responds, “I wanted to see you again too.” She feels a part of her heart soar as Boscos eyes brighten at her confession. This time a warm silence filled the space between them as Jasmine stepped closer to Bosco, having their back hit the brick of the bar softly.

Jasmine was nose to nose with Bosco when her eyes flit down to their heavenly lips. They looked absolutely perfect in the pale moonlight and Jasmine could taste them. Boscos eyes also bounced from Jasmines bright green eyes to her dark pink lips when they leaned in and pressed their lips against hers. The kiss was soft and said a thousand words for the both of them. A hand went up to the perfect ponytail and her hip as Jasmine sighed into the kiss. She brought and hand to their cheek and felt their heart beat fast under her finger tips.

Jasmine pulled away from the kiss breathless and drunk on Boscos lips. A lopsided grin fell on Boscos face as they pulled Jasmines hand in theirs and exhaled in satisfaction.

“Let’s get out of here.” They say lowly and start pulling Jasmine in their direction. Jasmine thinks to tell her friends where she’ll be but is quickly forgotten as she nods and follows Bosco down the sidewalk, hand in hand.

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Beard Burn | Jorginho

Omg yay i’m so happy you write for the Italy nt! I’ve been thinking about Jorginho and his perfect face and how he’d make you ride it and that beard burn after would feel amazinnn 😍 he’s so handsome!

Word Count: 658

Warnings: just a whole lot of getting eaten out xx

For @frellhoe - enjoy xx

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“What are you thinking about?” Jorginho asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You hum, blinking as you realize you’ve been staring at him. Jorginho repeats the question and you smile as you reply, “You.”

“Oh, really, Tesoro?” He says, smirking at you. Sweetheart. “And just what were you thinking about?”

“If I tell you, do you promise to let me do it?”

“Depends on what it is.” He reaches for your waist, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “But, knowing you, I’m sure it’ll be just as sexy as you are.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his praise, ducking your head involuntarily. “Well, I was thinking...about your face.” You dragged your fingers down the scruff that was growing. “And I was thinking about how good it would feel if you let me ride it.”

Jorginho looked surprised for a moment, but then lust burned in his gaze as he said, “What are you waiting for, Tesoro?”

Minutes later, you were sitting on Jorginho’s face, your hands braced against the headboard. His nose brushed over your clit while he slurped your juices, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The pain mixes with the pleasure, giving you an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your body weak.

When you climb off him and kiss him, you can taste yourself in his beard and it turns you on again. “That was so hot,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands running up and down your back before stopping so he can trace patterns across the skin of your hip. “We need to do that more often.”

***

“Bedroom. Now,” he growls, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall. You’ve been in a bad mood all week, fighting with him and being overall surly, and he’s had enough. He tosses you onto the bed, tearing the fragile fabric of your pantyhose and forcing your skirt up over your hips. Your pussy starts to get wet from being manhandled, clenching around nothing when he uses his hands to physically rip your panties. “You, Tesoro, need an orgasm, and I’m going to give it to you.” He lays down on his back, reaching for you. “Now, sit on my face so I can shut you up.”

You let out a giggle for what felt like the first time in a long time. “I don’t think that makes any sense, Jorge,” you said, mounting his face.

Jorginho teased, kissing your inner thighs and dragging his beard across your sensitive skin. Your knuckles grip the headboard, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you swirl your hips and try to get him to put his mouth on your pussy.

“You’re dripping, Tesoro,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands reaching up and digging into your ass as he spreads your cheeks and teases your lower lips with his tongue. “So wet, just for me.”

“Please, Jorge!” you cry out, and he finally wraps his lips around your clit. The sensations wrack your body and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. You start to rut your hips over his mouth, knowing you’re going to be left with beard burns on your inner thighs but you don’t care. You let go of your shitty week and just focus on how Jorginho is making you feel.

All thought leaves your brain when his tongue dips inside your dripping pussy. Your walls clench around the intrusion and you throw your head back, riding his face with abandon. He gives you the most intense orgasm of your life and you can’t help squirting all over his face.

“Feel better, Tesoro?” He asks when the two of you are cuddling after his face is clean. He can still smell your pussy in his beard, pride swelling in his chest at the thought.

“Yes, Jorge,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his chest right before you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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Blood in Heaven and Hell — Chapter 4

Chapter 3 | | Chapter 5

Summary: Sarah overstayed her welcome. Alex is trying to get on and stay on Sam and Dean’s good side. Bobby thinks everything will work itself out but Alex isn’t so sure.

Pairing: OFC!Alex x OFC!Sarah (implied)

Characters: MOC!Dean, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, OFC!Alex, OFC!Sarah OFC!April Morrison, mentions of OFC!Jorge Morrison

Word count: ~3K

Warning: Drug use. Cursing. Spoilers for the show.

Author Note: Sarah is a troublemaker and enjoys it. I hope you enjoy her shenanigans too.

Beta’d: @myloversgone

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to ziploc or any other brands that may be mentioned.

The next morning, Alex had decided to get a ride back with Sarah instead of the guys. That evening, Sarah had spent the night in Alex’s room but things didn’t go as she had planned.

The next day around 5am, Alex awoke to be bounced on the bed and groaned. “Ehh, stop it.”

“Wake up, I wanna go see the hotnesses,” Sarah whined.

“I said no,” Alex glared at her then rolled back over.

“Come on, they’re hunters. I wanna peak,” Sarah pleaded.

Alex rolled over and gave Sarah a look, “They’re human beings. Just because they have cocks and are fit, doesn’t mean you get to ogle them.”

“Damn it, you’re no fun anymore. What happened to you?” Sarah inquired as she dug through her bag.

Alex sat up, “I grew up and I’m left with you and your horny ass that won’t let me sleep.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “I thought we were gonna play.”

“That was before I had to deal with the demon and the reveal and shit. I, now, have one avoiding me like I’m the plague and the other who won’t stop asking me questions. So, no, I’m not in the mood,” Alex practically growled.

Sarah glared at her, “Then show me how to get outside and take a smoke break with me.”

Alex got up and got her boots on, still in sweatpants and a tank top. “Come on.”

Sarah grabbed her purse and Alex showed her through the garage to outside. There was a cement cube they sat on a few feet away. Sarah took out a Ziploc bag with a bunch of odd-shaped cigarettes.

Alex looked at her, “Finally gave up cigarettes?”

“Well, you have a valid point and besides I grow the shit, might as well enjoy it too,” Sarah defended. “Oh, happy early birthday,” she said and brought out another Ziploc full of the same odd-shaped cigarettes.

“You’re giving me a bunch of joints?” Alex looked surprised and confused.

“These, Bestie, are made especially for you and your irritating tolerance issues. This is the strongest shit I have gotten bred so far and you should feel nice and relaxed after like two or three. One of these will put me to sleep for like 12 hours.”

“Well, shit,” Alex said, grabbing the bag. “You spoil me.”

“I gotta keep my best bitch on the up and up, baby,” Sarah exclaimed and laughed.

Alex hugged Sarah and kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks. I could use a pick me up.” She opened the bag and took one out, then reclosed it.

Sarah already had hers lit when she offered a lighter.

Alex put the joint in her mouth and raised her eyebrow at her offer. She lifted her hand and a small orange flame appeared in it.

As Alex puffed to get it lit, Sarah giggled, “I forgot.” She grabbed Alex’s hand and blew the flame out. “Happy Birthday.”

Alex shook her head and scoffed, with a smirk.

That evening after dinner, Sarah declared, while sitting in the library on Alex’s laptop, as Alex read, “We are gonna go to a club for your birthday.”

Sam looked up from the book at Sarah with a small smile as she spoke.

“The closest club is in Topeka,” Alex stated.

“I don’t wanna go home,” Sarah complained and started typing away on the laptop. “There has to be one closer.”

“We can always club out in my room,” Alex offered. “You already brought the drinks and I got the music.” She grinned watching Sarah.

Sarah glared at Alex, “I wanna get laid.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up, looking back down at his book, cheeks turning pink.

“So you’re using my birthday as an excuse to go party because you’re frisky?”

Sarah ignored her.

“How about we do something that I want to do?”Alex offered a different solution.

Sarah leaned back looking at Alex, “What’s that Ms. Boring?”

“Well, there is truth or dare, or strip poker?”

Dean popped his head in and wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk, “Did someone say strip poker?” He was holding a beer and in his usual flannel, dark henley, jeans, and boots.

Sam explained, “Alex’s birthday is coming up. They were talking about what they could do since there isn’t a club near here within a decent drive.”

“I knew you were lying,” exclaimed Sarah. “Look,” Sarah moved the laptop to face Alex, “Purgatory.”

“No,” Alex, Dean, and Sam said in unison.

Sarah physically scooted back. “Yeesh.”

“It’s a demon hotspot,” Alex explained.

“That might be fun for you. Piss off some demons and send them back to hell?” Sarah offered.

Alex looked at her like she was crazy, “Do you listen to at least half the shit that comes out of my mouth?”

Sarah blushed and looked down.

Alex glared and stood up as she dug her phone out of her back pocket. “I’m calling April.”

“Nonononononono,” Sarah begged but Alex’s phone on speaker rang once with a female voice with a deep southern twang on the other end, “Hey, Sweetcheeks. How’s ma favori’ huntah?”

“I thought your husband was your favorite hunter.”

“It’s your birthday this week, so right now, that's you,” April stated on speaker.

“Awww, that’s sweet. I’m calling to tell you that you’re not gonna believe what Sarah thought would be a good idea to do for my birthday,” Alex chuckled into the phone.

Sarah groaned loudly, held her fists up, and gnashed her teeth almost as if challenging Alex then huffed away.

“She thought it would be a good idea to go to a demon hotspot called Purgatory,” Alex stated flatly as she watched Sarah turn the corner.

April laughed incredulously.

Dean walked over to Alex and listened. She looked at him confused. Sam stood up listening as well, which caused her to raise her eyebrow at him.

“April? April Morrison?” Dean asked into the phone.

“Dean Winchestuh? Alex, you didn’ say you were hangin’ out with the Winchestuh boys. Oooo, I’m sure you’ll hav’ a blas’ with Dean, there.” April stated. “Dean, Dean, you listenin’?”

Dean leaned into the phone, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Is Sam there?” April asked.

“Yes, April. I’m here too,” said Sam with a smile as he quickly walked around the table standing on the other side of Alex.

“You two know how much I love ya but ya better take care of ma girl here. There’s a special one and ain’t none like ‘er,” April demanded.

“April, I don’t think–” Alex began but was interrupted.

“Not a problem, April,” Dean nonchalantly.

“Tell Jorge we said hi,” added Sam.

“All right, Loves. Have a good birthday, Alex. Don’t do anything I won’t do,” April said before hanging up.

Alex felt incredibly shy as she placed her phone back in her back pocket. She glanced at Dean then Sam then back again. They were standing at her sides, silent.

“How do you know April and Jorge?” Asked Sam.

Alex took a step back and breathed quietly, then chuckled, “I went to undergrad with Gloria. She picked me out as a Hunter very quickly.”

“Oh,” said Dean sadly. “Gloria was awesome. She could kick ass and take shots while she was at it.”

“She was,” agreed Alex stiffly with a forced chuckle.

“Yeah,” agreed Sam.

“I’m gonna go check on Sarah. Excuse me,” Alex quickly turned around and headed towards her bedroom.

The brothers looked at each other questioningly at her quick departure.

Once in the hallway, she leaned on the wall and took a deep breath. She should have realized the Winchesters knew everyone there was to know in the Hunter world, which meant they would know Gloria. She stood up, took another deep breath, and walked to her room to check in on Sarah.

The brothers exchanged a questioning look as Alex walked away.

The next morning Bobby and Alex were talking about him leaving with her remaining at the bunker.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Bobby. They’re just gonna think you’re dumping me on them,” Alex explained.

“I’m not,” Bobby disagreed. “They’ll understand that. Besides, with everything they have here, you might find that solution you’ve been looking for.”

Alex looked around the library with a sigh. “Maybe,” she highly doubted it but was glad someone was hopeful.

“Let them help you. You can trust Sam and Dean.”

“You keep telling me that. Sam won’t stop asking me questions,” she said exasperated.

“He’s curious. Wouldn’t you be?”

Alex deadpans, “I’ve been through this several times, Bobby.” She rubbed her face and pleaded, “I get it. I do. I just don’t want to be stuck doing this for weeks, that's all.”

“Then go talk to him. Sam is a very understanding and a rather reasonable person. I’m surprised Dean hasn’t asked you anything.”

“He has been avoiding me. He’s curt and civil but that’s it. He’s treating me like I’m a fucking demon,” she said worriedly. “He has had the Mark of Cain for who knows how long. I’m wondering if he would let me study it if I could help him but I can tell he doesn’t trust me. He tolerates me because of you. If you leave—“

“When I leave, Sam will help you with Dean and can get through to him,” Bobby said confidently.

“You got a lot of faith in these two,” she stated.

“I raised these two, just like you. They get it about shitty fathers. Ok? You three have a lot more in common in spite of your differences. If you focus on that, maybe you’ll see you don’t need to worry.”

She remained silent.

Then Bobby added, “And as I recall, there is an Angel you haven’t seen in a few years that is Dean’s best friend.” He smirked at her and crossed his arms.

“What? Seriously?” She asked incredulously.

“Go ahead. I’m sure he’ll come running.”

“He isn’t a dog or servant, Bobby,” she said angrily.

“Go ask Dean. I promise he will come.”

She rolled her eyes at him and walked away then paused. She turned around, worried, “That would mean I would need to explain how I know him and…”

“You’ve already started, Sweetheart,” Bobby shot back playfully.

“True,” she replied with duck face. She shrugged and turned back around. “Ok.”

She went back to her room and found Sarah still asleep in her bed. She jumped and landed next to her shaking the bed. “Wake up sleepy. I’ll be making you coffee.”

Sarah rolled over, disheveled hair, and glared at her. “I hate it when you do that. Can’t you just cuddle me to wake me up?”

Alex looked at her in disbelief, “Dude, no. That does not wake anyone up, that turns us both on and then we are still stuck in bed like two hours later. Besides, you have to go back to work.”

Sarah pulled the blanket over her head and groaned.

Alex pulled the blanket off of her, “Up! I’ll go make coffee.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the room to the kitchen.

She found Sam in the kitchen making a shake. “Hey,” he smiled.

She returned his smile, “Hey. How old is the coffee?”

“Be that it’s late morning, I’d make a new pot,” he recommended.

She nodded, poured out what was left and cleaned it, then started brewing a new pot. “Hey, Sam. Bobby was telling me that y’all have an Angel friend?”

“Yeah, Castiel,” he said between bites.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we’ve known him for years. Great guy, “Sam continued.

Sarah screamed and nearly fell but caught herself, “oh my God. Why do you guys do that to me? In and out whenever the fuck you want. Yeesh.” She walked over to Alex disgruntled.

Alex tensed as she looked to Sarah and sensed the Angel.

“Sam, you called?” Castiel asked.

Sam motion to Alex,” Yeah, I wanted to introduce—“

“Alex?” Castiel questioned.

She grinned at him and walked over wrapping her arms around him. “Casi!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Dean walked around the corner looking for food and saw Castiel’s and Alex's affection for one another, confused. “Cas!” He exclaimed.

Cas smiled and approached Dean. “Hello, Dean. How are you?”

Dean patted him on the shoulder, “Good, Buddy. See you’ve met Alex.”

“Actually, I’ve known Alex since she was a child,” Castiel stated.

Alex waved shyly at Dean then wrapped an arm around Castiel, “Come on, tell me what you’ve been up to the last four, five years.” Then she added, “Sarah, you got work this evening. Touch base with me before you leave.”

Sarah gave Alex a venomous glare.

“Go get ready for work, now,” Alex demanded.

Sarah scoffed and headed back to Alex’s room giving Dean a wink on the way.

Alex scoffed, “Grow up, Sarah, and stop being a brat.” Then added, “Don’t touch my stuff!”

“Oh, come on, just one?” Sarah yelled back.

“No,” Alex called out. “You don’t deserve it.”

Thirty minutes and a shower later, Sarah said goodbye to everyone and headed home to Topeka.

“Back up. Raphael is dead? What does that mean for the agreement?” Alex asked excitedly.

“As far as I understand, your soul is no longer claimed. No one else knew except those in my former garrison and many of them, unfortunately, have been killed,” Castiel explained.

After having spent much of the day with Castiel catching up on the last few years, Alex felt really good. She was excited to get back in touch with him and not actually surprised that he knew the Winchesters.

That evening, Alex was sitting at one of the tables in the library researching. She was barefoot and working a trigger point in her right foot while trying to read. She changed position and rested her calf on the table as she tried to dig into this muscular knot with no relief. Frustrated, she grabbed the book she was reading and smacked her aching foot and grunted, then dug her elbow into her foot. “God dammit. Stupid foot. Argh.”

Sam walked in, returning a book to the shelf and watching Alex, “Are you ok?”

She didn’t realize he had walked in and jumped in her chair when he spoke, “What are you, a ninja? I have a knot in my foot and I can’t get it to release.” She plopped her head into the arch of her foot, indirectly showing off her flexibility.

“Would you like some help?” Sam asked.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up at the query. “Uh….sure..?” She responded as if questioning his intention and method.

Sam put the book up and pulled a chair up next to her. He patted his thighs to which she put her foot barely on his knee. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her a bit closer, “There we go.” He began to slowly work the ball of her foot and went lower and pushed deeper to which Alex groaned and closed her eyes.

“Damn, Sam,” she half groaned.

He got to her arch and found the trigger point, a small circular area of muscle that was very tense and not a way to relax. He worked the area with his fingers and alternated pressure around and on it.

Alex stated, “Oh, Sam. You’re amazing.” Her head fell back as she relaxed.

He chuckled and smirked at her reaction. Works every time, he thought.

Of course, Dean walked in on them and Sam glared at him to leave. Dean mouthed ‘That’s my boy’ and walked back to the kitchen with a quiet chuckle.

Alex was unaware of the disturbance.

“So, Alex,” Sam began..

“Please stop asking me questions,” she pleaded. “I know I’m interesting and you’re fascinated with my heritage but those are only pieces of me, not me,” she explained to him. “I do have a life that I live. I am a hunter just like you and Dean. I know a lot about monsters and the supernatural world just like you and Dean. I am more than genetics, Sam.”

He paused and furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t realize I was doing that. I-I’ll stop.”

“I don’t mind the questions actually but that’s all you’ve asked about. How about this: for every question you ask me, I get to ask you a question too,” she offered.

Sam grinned and nodded, “Ok.”

“Got nothing to hide, I hope,” she winked and giggled at him. She took her foot off of his lap and rubbed her foot, “Thanks for the help. The knot is completely gone.”

He kept grinning, “You’re welcome.” He paused, then asked, “So, Alex, when’s your birthday?”

“Legally, it’s tomorrow.”

“Legally?” Sam inquired.

She sighed, “I don’t know my birthday by…earth calendar. I was born in Hell. Time doesn’t really sync up.”

“True.”

“I mean a year in Hell is like seconds or minutes up here. A year on earth is decades down there, like 40 to 50 years and even then it can depend on who the torturer is. Some of them can fuck with time down there for the soul they’re focused on,” she explained. “Also, I don’t typically celebrate my birthday; never did growing up. Don’t tell anyone else it’s my birthday tomorrow. Only if Sarah was gonna stay, were we even gonna do anything. I don’t do stuff like that for me. It’s fun to do it for other people but just never really got into it for me.” She shrugged and then smiled, “So, Sam.”

“Yes?”

“When’s your birthday?” Alex asked.

“May 2nd,” he replied.

Alex gets out her phone and takes a quick picture of him before he can stop her and then starts typing in her phone. “There, I got a reminder for your birthday next year. I’m terrible at remembering dates.” She added with a half smirk, “And names unless they’re common or super unique. Brains are weird.”

Sam chuckled.

She stood up and turned to walk away then thought better. “Since you asked two,” she stated with a grin, “I got one more”

Sam stood up smiling at her, “OK. Shoot.”

“How do I get on Dean’s good side?”

Sam sucked in a heavy breath and thought a moment before speaking. “There might be a few things you could do,” he began.

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Out For Blood

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WARNING: Kidnapping. Children abandonment. Murder. Blood. Assault on women. Killing. Hostage situation.

It was your normal routine, taking the kids to the market and getting fruits and vegetables for dinner. But something was different. You could smell it in the air.

Looking over your shoulder you saw two men looking at you. They weren't regulars around there and they weren't Miguel's people. They two were watching you.

"Alberto"? You called over to your security guard.

"Yes, Señora Galindo".

"Can you take our stuff to the car and get one of the others to get the kids? Cristobal is tired". You tell him and he nodded.  Grabbing the bags.

You held onto Melya, your two year old daughter and held Cristobals held as you walked along. The two men followed you. You knew not to panic or show fear. But deep down inside you knew you had to protect your kids.

Hurrying along you went to go to the car since your men havent showed up but as you got to the car there they were, laying dead on the ground their throats slit.

You cover your sons eyes with your hand and turned to run back into he market but you bumped into one of the men following you.

"Cual es la prisa"? The toothless man asked you with a snicker.

"Please. Dont hurt my babies. Please. I'll go with you just dont hurt them". You begged, tear falling down your face.

He nodded to another man that was behind you. You kissed both Cristobal and Melyas head and told them you loved them very much and sat them in the car. It was a beautiful day the sun was shining and the wind blew a cool  breeze.

"We wont hurt them. We came for you anyways". The toothless man spoke as you turned around.

"Can you call their father? Just for him to get them, please? I dont want them out here all alone. They're so little". You sobbed into your hands.

"Don't worry. He knows". The toothless man grabbed your upper arm, you let out a yelp. He dragged you away. You looked upon the kids as you walked. They were fine. Not crying. Just sitting in the back seat playing with they're toys. It killed you to know that this was the last time you would ever see them.

Miguel fault through the crowd of the market. Someone left him a letter to come to the market or else. He didnt take threats to kindly.

He didnt see his wife or kids. Nestor made all his men scatter out and find you. But the only thing they found was the kids sleeping in the back seat.

"Mickey"? Nestor called over the walkie talkie.  Miguel's heart dropped as he ran. Nestor held Melya in his arms when Miguel got to the car.

"Where's Y/N"? Miguel grabbed up his son and daughter. Hugging them tightly.

"No sign. My men are checking". Nestor walked away, talking on the walkie talkie.

"My babies". Miguel kissed their faces.

"Where's momma"? Cristobal asked with a yawn.

"She's still shopping". Miguel put on a fake smile.

"What about the man? Is he still shopping"?

"Man? What man, Cristobal"?

"He was mean to mommy. No teeth. Rrr".

Miguel didn't know what to say. His mind was with you and all he could think about was getting you out before it was to late.

"Sir"? A young boy came over to Miguel and tapped on his shoulder. "I was told to give this to you". And the boy ran off.

Miguel opened the paper and it read "ten million or she dies". Along with a address.

"I'm going alone". Miguel picked up the kids and headed to the SUV.

"You can't. I'm going with you. It's to dangerous". Nestor followed.

"Take the kids home and watch them. Dont take your eyes off of them, Nestor". Miguel kissed their heads and buckled them up.

"Here, at least take this". Nestor handed Miguel a pistol. "It's small, discreet. Maybe they wont find it".

"Thanks. Watch over my kids". Miguel ordered Nestor as he walked away. Going back through the crowd to his car.

Nestor looked at the address and knew exactly where it was. He wasn't going to let Miguel get himself killed. So he told his men to watch over the kids. He had something to do.

Miguel pulled up to an empty house. It was falling apart, there were no windows or even a front door. But outside in the drive way was a nice brand new SUV with thirty day tags.

"Hold it". A older man came out of the house carrying a machine gun, pointed right at Miguel.

"Where's my wife"?

The man didnt say anything he patted down Miguel and pushed him along the drive way to the front door. Looking around making sure no one followed.

Miguel could hear talking and laughing. Music playing in the back ground.

"Jefe". The older man called out as he walked into the room. There wasnt a kitchen or livingroom. Just a big open space.

"Where's my money"? The toothless man came over. Cristobal was right, he was a monster.

"Where's my wife first"? Miguel gulped, but kept his cool.

"She's right there. Didn't you see her? She goes great with the floor". The toothless man stepped aside and Miguel couldnt keep his composure.

You were laying on the floor lifeless. Your face was unrecognizable. They had beaten you so badly that your eyes had swelled shut.

"Hijo de puta". Miguel went to lunge at the man in front of him but he was stopped by a gun to his head from a man behind him, that, he didn't notice before.

The toothless man clicked his tongue. "You should show some respect. Do you know who I am, pendejo"? He walked closer to your body.

"A fucking coward. Beating on women. My fucking wife". Miguel snapped.

"I'm the son of Jorge García. The man you murdered and my mother". The son of Jorge García took out his gun and placed it against your temple. Grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling you up. You let out a whimper but had no more fight left in you.

"Your father was a soplón, a rat. He deserved everything he got. Now your mother, she begged forgiveness and I was going to let her live but she decided to kill one of my men so I had to kill her. It was business". Miguel spoke outraged and heartbroken. He tried to hide his tears.

"Oh look, my father's killer has feelings for this puta. Where was that for my mother"? García jabbed the guns barrel harder into your temple.

"What do you want? Me to apologize for killing your parents? Fine I apologize. Now please let my wife go. We have two beautiful kids and they need their mother". Migue pleaded.

"Then they'll know how I felt my entire life. Living without my parents. But you, you'll live with the guilt of knowing you couldn't save your wife. You got her killed for your life choices, remember that". García laughed with a smirk as he pulled the trigger. With one quick move you were gone. Your body hit the ground with a thud and you blood splattered onto the wall, floor and Miguel.

Miguel screamed, dropping to his knees crawling to your body, tears were a flowing waterfall down his face. His face heated with anger.

He scooped up your head and placed it gently in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Mi Amor. I'm sorry. I couldn't save you. Please forgive me". Miguel kissed your cold lips.

"Where's my money"?

Miguel lifted his head slowly, with a sniffle. "It's in the trunk of my car". Miguel looked back down at your face. His hand slowly inching it's way to his boot, taking the small pistol in his hand. With one quick jerk he shot García in the leg. The man with the machine gun came running up and went to shoot but he was quickly taken out along with the other men in the room. Nestor, walked into the room, his gun drawn.

"Mickey". Nestor ran over to Miguel.

"Bring him to me". Miguel didnt look up as he gave orders to go get García who limped off during the gunfire.

Nestor took off and found his prey laying on the back steps, breathing heavy.

"Get up". Nestor, grabbed Garcías hair and dragged him in side. Miguel was waiting. He had taken off his dress shirt and placed it under his wife's head.

Nestor pushed García in front of Miguel.

"Tell your parents I said fuck you". Miguel shot García in the head right between the eyes.

"What do you want me to do about the bodies"? Nestor asked.

"Burn it all down". Miguel said emotionless. He handed Nestor the gun and went to his wife. Gently picking her up and carrying her out of the room. Placing her in the back seat of his car.

Nestor grabbed the gas cans that laid outside and poured it over the bodies and struck a match. The bodies were engulfed in flames soon the whole building was.

Miguel didn't want her to burn with her killer. She deserved better than that a proper burial. So his kids can have closer and he can have somewhere to come and talk with her about life.

[cherryxcadbury]

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

Your name: Penny Foden (short for Penelope)

Context: It's the Euro's 2020, England just lost and Penny's brother Phil is disappointed, but she has to be happy for her boyfriend Jorginho who won and is acting a little too cocky.

1st person POV

I kept my hands folded together, hoping for there to be some sort of miracle and have England win. It was coming home. It had to be, we all thought so. We weren't going to repeat the World Cup again. I took a deep breath as I saw Bukayo Saka approach the ball for his shot. As beautiful of a kick it was, it was saved by Italy's absolutely amazing goalkeeper, Donnarumma.

I let out a sigh as I saw the Italian players mob and jump on each other. My boyfriend immediately caught my eye. I clapped with a smile, he was so happy. I couldn't have been prouder. We made eye contact and I grinned as he blew a kiss in my direction. However, this bliss didn't last long as I remembered my poor younger brother Phil, was heartbroken at the loss. Being in the front row of the stands, I quickly walked over to the security guards to see if I could be let on the field.

"Please! My brother's terribly sad! Oh my days please would you let me in! I'm Penelope Foden! And I'm a nurse! I could give you a complimentary check up if you wanted." I begged.

The security guard rolled his eyes before one of his coworkers came and whispered something to him. His eyes widened and he quickly moved aside to let me in.

I raised an eyebrow, "Why am I being let in now?"

"Well you're Jorginho's girlfriend. Partners of the Italian players are allowed on the field right away." He explained.

I just shrugged my shoulders and took off on the field in the direction of my brother and the England team. Growing up, I was always taught to go embrace the losing team first. It's much more courteous. I shook my head when I saw my little brother with his head in his hands. I immediately embraced him as he put his head onto my shoulder. He tried not to cry.

"It's okay Phil." I whispered to him.

He shook his head adamantly, "We lost Penny. It was supposed to come home. Everyone thought it was coming home. We screwed up!"

I shushed him as he wept a little more.

"Phil, you guys didn't screw up. I can't lie to you and tell you that people aren't going to be mad, because they will be. Yeah, they'll say that you screwed up, but you know you guys didn't. Come back stronger next time. Crying is for losers. It's not going to get you back that trophy Phil." I comforted.

I stayed with Phil for a few more minutes before my parents came and Southgate took Phil into a hug. I figured I should go and see Jorge. I walked towards the other side of the field, giving sympathetic smiles to each player I passed. I eventually stopped when I saw Bukayo Saka ashamed of himself. I immediately enveloped him into a hug and told him how far he'd come at only nineteen. After I departed from him, I ran into Mason Mount who I knew quite well from both my brother and boyfriend.

"Hey Mase!" I greeted with a sad smile.

"Hey Penny." He mumbled silently before hugging me.

"You'll get em next time Mase. Keep your head up, okay?"

"Thanks Pen. You should get over to Jorge now. Give him my congratulations." Mason responded.

I nodded before jogging over.

"Amore mio." I called out.

He grinned as he turned around to see my face. I ran towards him, he picked me up and twirled me around before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm so proud of you." I admitted.

"That good cuz I'm proud of me too." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and pecked him on the lips. We let the celebrations consume us and had a blast. Jorge was ecstatic, and as happy as I was, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy for my brother and the England team. I mean you can't blame me, I'm English. Am I a bad girlfriend for not being totally happy?

***

Three hours later

Jorge and I had just arrived back at our London apartment after a night full of celebrations with the team. I dropped my bag in front of the door and scurried to our bedroom's bathroom to remove makeup and moisturise. I kept the door open so I could hear Jorge clearly who was walking about our bedroom.

I grabbed a makeup wipe and began cleaning my face.

"Thanks for coming today. It meant a lot." Jorge thanked.

"Well I didn't have much of a choice did I?" I teased.

"I mean you could've spent more time with the Italian side but whatever." He smiled.

I turned around to get a better look at my boyfriend

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean what I said." He replied with confusion.

"Y'know Jorge, my brother's team lost. He was heartbroken, I couldn't just abandon them and hang out with the winners. It's common manners to congratulate the losing team first." I hissed.

"Okay and? I'm just saying I would've liked it for you to spend more time with me. I mean I'm apart of the winning team, I deserve your attention more than those England guys." He began to raise his voice.

"Jorge I'm English and I'm close with all these guys! We're all communally sad, especially them! So of course I'm going to stay with them for a little while at first. Don't you dare call yourself more deserving than them. God Jorge, where'd all this damn cockiness come from?" I yelled.

"Oh yeah I'm sure. You seem to be really close with Mount specifically." He mocked with sarcasm.

I was enraged. Where was all of this coming from? Jorge was always a saint. Since when was he so prideful and vain?

"Listen here you asshole. Don't blame me for being a nice person when you're insecure of fucking Mason Mount who's practically my second little brother and your god damn teammate." I screamed.

"I'm not insecure! It's you! If anything it runs in the family. Your little brother dyed his hair blonde just to copy mine!" Jorge defended.

"Bring Phil into this and I swear to god I will screw you over!" I shouted.

"Aww c'mon! It was all over the news! Phil dyed his hair blonde just to spite me and you know it." He retorted.

"I would've never started dating you if I knew you were such a pig." I shook my head.

"I would've never started dating you if I knew how unsupportive you'd be. Your boyfriend just won the fucking Euros and you barely smiled all evening." He groaned.

I bit my lip to keep from lashing out more than I already had. I walked out of our room and straight to the front door where I grabbed my bag and left the apartment. I unlocked my car and got in, sighing.

"Breathe. In and out Penny. In and out Penny." I coached myself.

After a few minutes, I put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the car park. I had no idea where I was going, but all that I knew was I wanted Indian food.

***

Two hours later, I pulled back into my apartment complex's car park. I had spent the last two hours eating Indian food in my car and crying to Phil over FaceTime. I was so thankful for him. He soothed my even though he wasn't in a great state of mind either. I exited the car, locked it and let myself into my apartment. I walked silently, trying to avoid making any noise so I could find out if Jorge was awake or not. After being positive I heard nothing I let out a breath of relief. I changed into a long tee shirt and shorts before climbing into an empty bed. Where was Jorge? I had no idea. I tried to go to sleep but couldn't not knowing where he was. I resolved to just close my eyes and wait till I became sleep deprived.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. I soon felt someone climb onto the other side of the bed, pulling the covers over the both of us. It was Jorge. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest.

"I'm sorry. I was way out of line. And I was a jerk. A huge one. Could you ever forgive me?" He whispered.

I pondered for a second. He was a pretty big jerk. But I wasn't too kind either. I turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." I decided.

"I love you Penny." He spoke earnestly.

"I love you too Jorge." I smiled.

[yourimagines]

Getting it out on you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Sizekink, Breedingkink and some fluff

- Summary: Smut asked by hrts4amy

Y/n POV

Jorge was angry, angry at everyone but me. He was trashing the room as I sat quietly down on a chair, not moving a muscle or making a sound. “Fuck!” He kicks an other chair and rubs with his hands over his face. I looked down at my hands, not wanting to be seen by him, feeling a bit afraid of this even tho he would never touch me like that. “Why does this shit always happen to me huh?!” He threw something and It flew next to my head, almost touching me. I flinched and gasped softly, holding my hands in front of my mouth, trying to be quiet. He turns around to look at me, his eyes where dark, full of rage but when he met mine his face fell and his shoulders sloughed a bit. “Did I hit you with that?” His voice was much softer than it was a minute ago. I shook my head and he walked up, kneeling down in front of me. “You sure angel? I don’t want to hurt you, you know that right?” I nodded and he grabbed my hands, his hands rubbing mine. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this… I understand if you want to be alone tonight.” He gave me a weak smile. “I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered, afraid to talk. He carefully reached his hand out, gently cupping my right side of my face. “You don’t have to darling…let’s get you to bed.”

I was laying in bed, wearing his shirt. He was downstairs cleaning up the mess he made. “Babe, I’ve got you tea.” I smiled and carefully took it from him. “Thank you.” He smiles and sits down on the edge, taking his clothes off. I was looking at his back, his muscular shoulders. ‘This man if so fine.’ I crawled over and kissed his shoulders. “Babe.” His voice was low. “You sure?” He asked as I sucked on his neck. He turns around and pins me down on our bed. “Baby…you know how I can be after a outburst.” I innocently nodded, he smirks and moves one of my legs up. His fingers traveled up to my panties, pushing them to the side and slipped a finger in. I gasped and he started to kiss my ankle. “You’re so fucking beautiful…” his finger curled up, hitting my sweet spot. “Jorge..” I rolled my eyes and he entered a second finger. “So beautiful, keep making noise baby.” I grabbed his arm and he placed tiny kisses on my leg. “Jorge..oh fuck.” He smiles and started to rub with his thumb on my clit. “Look at you baby, so wet already.” He pushed a third finger in and I just moaned. “Let me hear you angel, just let it all out for daddy.”

I came and he placed that leg on his waist, taking out his big throbbing dick. “Jorge don’t be mean please.” He knew what I meant and nodded. “I’ll start slow, don’t worry angel.” He slowly pushed it in, feeling my pussy stretching out even more. “Jorge.” I pushed against his shoulders and he stops. “Just..give me a moment.” He smirks and nods. “To big for ya?” I nodded as he rubbed over my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Okay, you can move slowly.” He started to move his hips, pushing in and out. “Oh god Jorge.” I moved my hands to his chest, moving around, feeling his skin. “You’re so tight angel..” his hand moved up to my neck, gently wrapping around it. “So fucking beautiful, you’re my sweet girl.” He softly squeezed my neck and I moaned. “You like that huh, me being a bit rougher. Fucking you real good.” I nodded and grabbed his bicep. “Let me put a baby in you…god you would be even more beautiful with a full belly.” I whined and he smirks. “You want that huh.” I nodded and his hand went to my stomach, pressing down on it. I moaned as I felt his dick and he moans as well.

He flipped me over, my face was in his pillow and my ass was up in the air. He pushed himself in and started to slam into me. I was moaning into his pillow and he was grunting. “Fuck.” His hands went over my ass, squeezing and slapping it. “Fuck baby, you’re way to good for me.” I felt I was close and moved my head a bit. “Daddy, I-I…” his hand went to my hair, slightly pulling my head back. “Cum for daddy. Cum all over me like a good girl.” I moaned and came hard, my eyes rolled back, my legs buckled and I moaned his name. He didn’t stop as he was moving faster and faster. “Oh fuck…so tight baby.” He released his hand and lay his head on my back. Kissing me and moaning against my skin. “I’m…you’re…fuck.” He was stumbling over his words and came, feeling his dick twitching and releasing his cum inside of me. He was out of breath and slowly pulled him out. “No spilling today.” He mumbled and pushed with his fingers his cum back inside of me. He grabbed his blanket and pulled it over us as he grabbed me and pulled to him. “Come here my sweet angel.” He tucked me in and caressed my back as I was almost sleeping on his chest. “You did so well, I love you.” I nuzzled my head against his chest. “I love you Jorge.” He pressed his lips against my head. “I’m here, just close your eyes.” I nodded and yawned. “I hope everything is a bit better now…” I mumbled as sleep was taking over. “You make everything better…my love.”

[iwillbeinmynest]

Safer Behind It - Newt x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Well here it is my first Maze Runner fic! Hopefully y'all like it, or at least don’t hate it. This is based on moments from The Scorch Trials (book). Bold words are direct quotes from the book. I do not take any credit for Dashner’s work.

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes/Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence, mentions of trauma (from the maze), some fluff and angst if you look hard enough.

Masterlist

 Jorge found them after the lightning storm. Eleven new faces in the building on the outskirts of town. You listened as Jorge gave them the rundown of how things were going to go. When he called for the rest of you, you followed Brenda close.

You and Brenda hadn’t known each other too long but she was good and you trusted Jorge more than anything.

One of the new kids- a boy with dark hair- asked for a few minutes with Jorge.

“Me and you,” The kid begged. He stood over another boy who looked like he had been fried by lightning. Maybe he had, that storm was brutal.

“Ten minutes. Alone. That’s all I ask.” He went on.

You were surprised when Jorge agreed. He must have seen something in the kid you didn’t.

He told you and the others to watch this new group and to kill them if they made any moves. You knew he was being dramatic, adding the threat of death to remind the other Cranks behind you that he was in charge.

One of the boys you were supposed to be watching caught your eye. He was blonde and thin. He had a limp - you’d noticed it as he walked over and checked on the others in his group.

Brenda caught you staring at him. “Careful, Y/N.” She said quietly so the Cranks couldn’t hear her.

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“He’s not gonna like it if you don’t keep up the facade.”

“What’s he gonna do, have you run me through?” You tested.

You saw the twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “Just don’t be stupid.”

 You tugged up on the thin, tan, scarf that covered your nose and mouth. You didn’t like it to be down.

You walked over to the limping boy. You say boy, but really he was near your age if not a bit older. “You need to sit down,” you told him.

He looked at you carefully. “I’m just making sure these guys are alright.”

His voice sounded funny but you kinda liked it.

“I’m not going to ask again.” you drew the makeshift dagger you had from where it usually was sheathed at your lower back.

 He sighed but sat on the hard concrete next to the fried boy. He pulled a knee to his chest and mumbled, “Bloody shank girl.”

You smirked at that.

“What’s your name?” You asked him.

He looked up at you and there was no hiding the annoyance in his eyes. “Newt.”

“Newt?” You almost laughed. “Like the lizard?”

The boy next to him chuckled.

“No.” Newt huffed. “Like Issac Newton.”

 “I think I like my reason better, lizard boy.”

“Hey!” One of the Cranks behind you caught your attention. It was an older man, you didn’t know his name but you knew you didn’t like him. “What are you talkin’ so much about?”

“None of your business, old man.” You turned to him and left no room for him to think you might be afraid of him, which you weren’t.

“Back off, Murph.” Brenda said calmly as she whacked the flat side of her machete on his chest. “Let her have some fun before we rip them to shreds.”

It seemed to tide him over and he walked away but not before he stared you down again.

You rolled your eyes when his back was turned and exhaled a silent groan. You looked to Brenda.

She had her eyebrows raised and was clearly waiting for you to say,

“Thank you.” You muttered.

“Mhm.” She grinned. You knew she’d never say it out loud but she was starting you like having you around.

You turned back to Newt and crouched down, your sharpened letter opener gripped tightly in your hand. “So, tell me, Newt, What brings you out into the Scorch?”

“Don’t tell her klunk, dude.” The burnt boy said with spunk.

“I bet you’re the fun one.” You teased him, “You look like garbage. What happened to you?”

“He got struck by lightning,” Newt answered, “Or close to it anyways.”

“Yikes.” You responded. You’d been right.

“Didn’t even hurt.” He lied.

“Shuck off, Minho. You’re not fooling anyone.” Newt rolled his eyes.

“Screw you, man.” Minho all but pouted.

 “Why do you cover your face?” Newt asked, ignoring his friend. “No sun in here.”

You paused but tried to cover it and said, “So you don’t get distracted by how pretty I am.”

He smirked at that.

He had a nice smile. It lit up his eyes.

You stood up quickly and walked back to Brenda. Why did you care what his smile was like?

“You good?” She asked low again.

“Fine.” You lied. Actually you were scared by how much you were starting to like Newt. No sense in hurting yourself by getting attached.

Jorge and the dark haired boy reappeared from down the back hall.

Jorge told everyone that he, Brenda and yourself were going to take these few to get some food and that you’d all meet back up at the tower.

You didn’t know what he was planning but it had to be something, because he was putting on quite a show. He mentioned cutting off Minho’s fingers for punching him earlier and you honestly thought he might be serious about that part.

The other Cranks left and you walked behind Brenda as she led the way to the tunnels where you had hid the stash of food.

You helped pass out cans of food and watched as Brenda sat by Thomas - you’d recently learned his name.

You looked around, wondering where to settle amongst these new boys and found Newt looking at you.

“Here goes nothin’” you muttered to yourself beneath your mask.

You made your way over and sat against the wall beside him.

“Enjoying the meal?” You asked. He sure looked like he was.

He nodded, mouth full of cold beans.

“When was the last time you ate?” You realized that he, and everyone else that he’d come with, were eating like they’d been starved.

“Not but a few days ago,” He said when he’d finally swallowed. “But we were out in that bloody heat for so long.” His eyes stared into nothing for a moment and you could tell he was reliving something awful.

“How long were you actually out there?”

“Three, four, five days,” he asked himself. “I’m not sure.”

“Where did you come from?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” He returned to the present and out of the bad memories he’d been replaying. You watched him plaster on a smirk.

There was that smile again. You were glad your cheeks were covered because you were pretty sure you were blushing.

“Do I get to ask you any?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

“Why do you wear that over your face?” He repeated.

“Why do you care?”

His head ticked to the side. You’d asked another question.

You relented. “I already told you.”

“But we both know that wasn’t the truth.” He said before taking another bite.

You sombered and sighed. You were trying to find the words.

“I only partly lied.” You finally said.

 Newt stopped eating and shocked you with what he said next. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business if you don’t want to talk about it.”

It was so...considerate of him to say that. It had been a long time since anyone other that Jorge was considerate to you. Even Brenda was harsh when you’d met her and she still makes comments about it.

The look in your eyes must have revealed something to him.

“You really don’t have to tell me.”

For some reason you did, though. Maybe it was his soft voice, maybe it was the random kindness he’d displayed, but suddenly, you wanted to show him. Almost like a test to see if he was genuinely kind at heart.

You slipped your index finger under the cloth near your nose but before you pulled it down you said, “Just...brace yourself.”

You pulled the mask down below your chin, revealing the angry red scar that ran from your upper lip, just below your nose, all the way to your ear, which had a notch missing from it.

Newt barely flinched. He just looked at you.

Your scar had healed thick which made it distort your lip slightly.

“When I was first sent here, after finding out I had the Flare, a crank attacked me with a shard of glass. He got me pretty good but Jorge was there and he saved me. He couldn’t do much to make me look better, though.” You pulled your mask back up. “Most people just stare at it, instead of me. So, I cover it up.”

“You shouldn’t.” He offered a hint of a smile as he switched to his second can of food. “Nothing wrong with the way you look.”

You sat stunned.

“I broke my leg in three places. That’s why I have a limp. Do you only see the limp when you look at me?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to think of anything to say.

He shrugged his shoulders. “See?”

 You bit down a smile that threatened to spread across your mouth. Good thing your mask was on.

“I’m sorry I called you lizard boy.” You felt bad for teasing him, now.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been called worse.”

The two of you sat in silence for a short while. Then, you wondered something.

“What’s a shank?”

He chuckled, “Just something we say. Why?”

“Back in the building you called me a ‘bloody shank girl’.”

His cheeks flushed and he stared down at the can he was eating from. “Sorry.”

“So, shank isn’t nice then?”

“Depends…” He smirked, almost embarrassed he’d said that about you.

“And here I thought you were soft.”

He looked at you. “Nope, just wrong on occasion.”

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You suddenly realized you’d never told him your name and now you wanted him to know it. To say it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He paused a moment before adding, “ I have a feeling I won’t regret it.” He glanced over at you again.

“You won’t.” You promised.

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