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raisoramizu · 1 month ago

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Chapter 13: The end of the third act?

Here are the other chapters:

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Here’s the thirteenth and final chapter of my NSFW Hazbin Hotel Fan Fiction, "Heaven is Not Forever."

Starting with the next updates, I’ll begin posting the third part here on Tumblr as well, titled "New Order" Radiostatic/Radioapple/Radiostaticapple (with a bit of Guitarspear).

If you’re interested, you can also read them on my AO3 – LINK For those who want to stay updated on my Fan Fictions, you can follow me on Bluesky at RAISORAMIZU – LINK

In a few days, I’ll start working on Luciangstweek2025... it’ll be a deeply emotional and angst-filled NSFW Radioapple story, perfect for those who love heart-wrenching emotions and bad endings.

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Alastor tried to lift himself up; placing both hands on the bed, he attempted to push his back up, but the moment he raised himself just a few inches, a sharp pain pierced through his chest, forcing him to collapse.

<— ~ > He gritted his teeth, a strained groan escaping him, which alarmed Lucifer. The devil scrambled up the bed and threw himself toward him.

< Don't strain yourself, you're not fully recovered yet! >

On his knees on the free side of the mattress, Lucifer leaned forward, reaching out to place a hand on Alastor's shoulder, but the stag demon's forearm blocked him.

< .. >

Lucifer flinched as Alastor shot him a sharp look through his unruly red hair, which had fallen in his face due to his bent-over posture. He looked terrible—his eyes were ringed with gray, and he was drooling and sweating. Where he had seemed peaceful in his sleep, something had now clearly shattered both inside and out.

His fingers gripped the bandages around his chest more fiercely, clenching with anger. He was thin, emaciated. In this form, his muscles were underdeveloped, and his hands were black up to the elbows, where the color gradually transitioned to a more hazelnut tone, at least compared to Lucifer's lighter skin. He tried to inject his glare with rage, but the transformation lasted only for the brief moment he parted his lips to pant; the constant grin on his face made his expressions even more desperate and unnatural, because his eyes—those never lied, even for someone like him.

< Are you angry about what I told Charlie..? > Lucifer asked, still frozen in the position where Alastor had blocked him: on his knees, one hand bracing himself on the bed, the other hovering in Alastor's direction but not touching him. He continued, his eyebrows arching in regret. < ...don't you see how much she cares about you? We all care.. >

Alastor laughed. A low chuckle at first, shaking his shoulders, then it grew louder, freezing Lucifer in place with wide eyes.

< AHAHAH ~ >

Alastor threw his head back, eyes toward the ceiling. His neck cracked ominously as he whipped his face toward Lucifer, his pupils now glowing, vermilion radio dials. He had managed to transform, but the effort was draining him. His voice distorted demonically, corrupted by static.

At those words, Lucifer jerked upright, staring in shock as Alastor's antlers branched out further, with voodoo symbols swirling around them.

< Our deal is void > Alastor snarled, tightening his clawed fingers around the acidic green chain. For a brief moment, a collar appeared around Lucifer's neck, making him flinch, just as everything shattered into a thousand pieces, dissolving into nothingness.

< W-wait! > Lucifer cried, reaching out, his fingers grasping at the now-vanished chain. He moved to go after Alastor, but the Sinner melted into his shadows in response. His form liquefied on the bed, oozing to the floor and flowing across it. He needed to escape. He had to get out, but the door seemed so frustratingly far away. He made it only to the desk before he was forced to reassemble, grabbing onto it with a loud slap of his hands against the edge. The desk was too low, and he was too exhausted, too weak. His body gave out again, slumping forward, motionless.

Lucifer appeared behind him in an instant, under the watchful gaze of Alastor's shadow. His hand wrapped around Alastor's slim waist, while his other hand pressed firmly against the demon's chest, right where the lance had pierced him through. No one could have survived that wound without the magic of an angel, a High Angel. Was this a miracle? Could you call it that? How ironic, thinking of the Devil capable of miracles... and he wasn't done yet.

< Let me help you... >

Frozen by the embrace, Alastor felt a warm sensation spread through his chest, mingling with the crackling of Lucifer's radiant magic. He sighed, closing his eyes as the angel's grip tightened.

Lucifer pressed his sternum to the demon's spine, so close that they could feel each other's hearts beating. Then, he slid his face along Alastor's bare shoulder blades, cheek to forehead. His breathing was heavy. He sought Alastor's skin with his mouth, craving his taste, his scent, wanting to merge it with his own. He needed him with the possessiveness of someone terrified of watching him vanish in an instant—into a swirl of shadows or a wisp of ghostly flame.

he repeated.

Alastor tensed at those words, his claws digging into the wood of the desk with a sharp creak. But Lucifer continued.

< ...even if you don't return my feelings, even if you're staying close just to free yourself, it's okay. I don't blame you... it's your soul on the line, isn't it? >

Lucifer had tensed up too, his face heating up with the tears he tried to hide, pressing his face against Alastor's back. Then he pulled away with a long sigh. His hand went cold as he stepped back, giving Alastor space. Alastor hesitated for a moment, motionless. What should he do? Try to leave again? But where could he go? To whom? Slowly, he squared his shoulders and turned to face the angel, ready to confront him, but when he met Lucifer's gaze, he saw the angel's right hand extended toward him, waiting to be grasped.

< .. > What does that mean?

< Let's make a new deal. I'll let you summon me in an instant, whenever you need me... that way, if Lilith comes for you, I can be there with you > ... < And you'll always decide when you need my help > Lucifer smiled, a bright smile that split his handsome face from cheek to cheek. His eyes were so shiny that Alastor felt a burning in his stomach. He stared at that hand in fear, and at the frozen smile on his face.

< Why this..? Why go this far? You don't know who I am, you don't know me... >

Lucifer shrugged, then straightened up. < By now, you've probably figured out how I am, right? > Still holding out his hand, he nervously ran the other through his blonde hair. < ...I get fixated on things... and I'll have to face Lilith eventually. I can't live locked in a room making rubber ducks anymore > ... < I've spent thousands of years not caring, but I came out of that when Charlie called me to show me the Hotel. I can't go back now. If all this is happening, it's because of my behavior... avoiding my responsibilities. I could have... > His golden eyes dropped in guilt. < ...I could have managed Hell, fulfilled my duties, and the slaughter would never have begun > ... < Instead, I stayed in the shadows, allowing Lilith to raise Sinners on Earth, inspiring them here in the abyss with her voice... until they became a threat. >

< .. > ... < And what do you want in return? >

Lucifer met Alastor's gaze, shaking his blonde head. < Nothing. >

Damn, where was the catch? Did Lucifer really want to become his bodyguard, and in return... want nothing? Seriously? This situation was absurd, almost embarrassing. But what did he have to lose? What else did he have to lose? Nothing. He had hit rock bottom; there was no way he could sink lower. He could only rise. At worst, he'd die... and he was going to die anyway, whether it was from the other Overlords learning of his power or because of Lilith. That sniveling little brat had outsmarted him.

Alastor grasped Lucifer's hand. From the grip of his red claws around the angel's dark fingers, a shockwave suddenly rippled outward, causing the rubber ducks and a few framed circus landscapes on the walls to tremble.

The golden light that erupted was so intense that it was visible from outside. The noise of the shockwave piqued the curiosity of those in the bar downstairs, making Husk mutter in disapproval.

An intense, electric energy engulfed both figures in the room, reigniting Alastor. When everything went dark, he didn't let go of the Seraph's hand. With wide, pitch-black eyes and voodoo doll stitches across his shoulders and smile, he yanked the angel hard against his chest.

Lucifer stumbled on the floor, crashing into him, immediately flushing with embarrassment—but also with something deeper. He was gone now, lost to the darkness. He had fallen for the Sinner.

Pressing his other hand against Alastor's chest, still wrapped in gauze slightly stained with blood, Lucifer lifted his chin with a sudden gleam of lust in his eyes. < Well... there is something you can do for me > he hissed, his forked tongue slipping between his fangs.

< ..? > Alastor's curiosity quickly turned to worry. < What..? >

At that moment, a swarm of tiny golden lights formed a pair of blonde-furred ears on Lucifer's head, along with two small, white, curved horns, identical to Alastor's.

The demon froze, pressing his back against the edge of that damned desk. < What... what does this mean? > he crackled, his voice distant and distorted by the radio effect, while Lucifer's hands crept up his chest, playing with a tuft of red fur peeking out from the bandages wrapped around his sternum.

< Don't you feel like eating me? > Lucifer asked, his cheeks glowing with the heat that made his gaze languid and impudent. He pressed himself closer, rubbing a thigh against the crotch of Alastor's pants—the only item of clothing he wore.

When Alastor noticed the fluffy white fawn tail at the base of Lucifer's back, thanks to his taller stature, he blushed furiously, gritting his teeth so hard that he began to drool.

< Oh, don't get so worked up, you're injured. I'll do all the work... > Lucifer purred, grabbing the waistband of Alastor's pants.

< What are you doing? ..don't you dare put your face there! > .. < —— ~ ~ >

....

A couple of weeks passed; it had been just over a month since the last extermination, but it felt like the weight of an eternity. So much had happened, but everything seemed to have returned more or less to normal. During the time it took for Alastor and Adam to recover from their injuries, Charlie and Vaggie—mainly them, but also Husk, Niffty, Angel Dust, and even Cherri Bomb—had completed the presentation.

They had pulled it off without Alastor's help, who hadn't been particularly available—but then again, who could blame him, right? It was a television spot, and Charlie herself was going to appear live on Hell's news broadcast to talk about it.

Now, the demon was there, seated in a vintage high-backed chair, wrapped in his red suit, with one hand resting on the armrest while the other arm was sprawled awkwardly over Lucifero, who perched on the opposite side of the chair. On the couch were Cherri Bomb, Vaggie, and Angel Dust, with two arms splayed over the backrest and a third holding a glass of rum. Husk stood behind them, arms crossed. Niffty sat on the low coffee table in the middle of the room.

They were in the room opposite the bar, a little sitting area just before the dining room meant for all the hotel's—currently absent—guests.

The silence was broken only by the jingle coming from the flat-screen TV, playing their recorded commercial. It was a cheerful little song where each of them sang a part—even Lucifer appeared in the background as a somewhat unsettling presence, flashing his sharp smile from time to time. “RAINBOW ROAD

[Verse]

In a hotel full of shadows dark

Colors bright they light a spark

Alastor's grin a devil's chore

Lucifer watches behind the door

[Verse 2]

Charlie dreams of brighter days

Hopes for change in subtle ways

Vaggie stands with heart so true

Through the red she fights the blue

[Chorus]

Rainbow skies redemption calls

In these halls where joy befalls

Through the fire the laughter's bold

In this place our hearts unfold

[Verse 3]

Cherri Bomb with her loud display

Angel Dust in life's array

Niffty's got a cleaning spree

Husk and his sorrows set free

[Verse 4]

We find smiles in the dark

In this place we leave our mark

Redemption's path a twisted trail

Yet through it all we will prevail

[Chorus]

Rainbow skies redemption calls

In these halls where joy befalls

Through the fire the laughter's bold

In this place our hearts unfold “

Charlie's enthusiastic clapping at the end of the video immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. She stood next to the TV, jacketless, her hair slightly disheveled—a clear sign she hadn't rested much while finishing everything. On a nearby table, there was a mess of papers and drawings in a thousand colors—rainbows, caricatures of all the hotel's guests, including Adam and Lute.

< So?! > she squeaked, eyes wide and darting nervously between everyone, her sharp smile stretching across her face. < What do you think? >

Angel Dust asked, fishing for approval from the others. < My performances are always spectacular, though. I really shine when there's screwing involved. > He added with conviction, raising his glass in a mock toast.

< Oh yes, you were magnificent, Angel! > Charlie exclaimed, clapping her hands together again. < You all were amazing! This commercial is going to fill the hotel, and everything's ready, finally! I still can't believe it! > She ran her hands through her hair and began pacing around the large red carpet that covered the floor. < The rooms are prepped, we've fixed everything that broke, cleaned it all up, everything works perfectly! All that's left is to air the commercial and do my interview, which will be at the start of next week! > She continued, rambling without taking a breath. < We'll talk about Sir Pentious, about how redemption is possible, I'll list all the activities we'll offer and—oh, Dad! You were incredible too, thank you so much for helping us! > She shot a sweet smile toward Lucifero, who startled under her gaze, responding with a crazed, awkward grin full of social discomfort.

< ...We're an orgy, darling! > he declared.

The room fell into silence again, with every baffled gaze snapping toward him, accompanied by the distorted crackle of Alastor.

< You meant a team, > the Radio Demon corrected, drawing an innocently curious look from the angel.

< That's what I said, didn't I? >

< Yeah, but damn, I need to memorize all the answers for the interview, and I think I'll sing a song—another song... And then, shit, I'll have to show the video to Emily, she'll definitely appreciate it! I'm sure it'll need a little— > Charlie resumed speaking at lightning speed, only stopping when Vaggie, who had come down from the couch to join her, placed both hands on her shoulders, looking up at her with a sweet but firm smile.

< ...You're really stressed. You've worked so hard, Charlie. Why don't we go get some rest now? >

< Oh, > Charlie deflated, < Yeah... you're right, we could use it. >

But just as her partner wrapped an arm around her waist...

< Losers! > Adam's voice thundered from the doorway. Standing under the arch that led to the reception hall, with no door to block his path, he appeared, with Lute sulking at his side, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

< Adam, Lute! You missed the commercial! But you'll be able to watch it on TV a bunch of times next week! > Charlie returned to her cheery tone, earning a dismissive snort from the First Man.

< We're leaving, > he replied.

< Oh... > Charlie's face fell as she glanced toward Lute, who refused to meet her gaze. < So, you've really decided to go? You're welcome to stay—there's plenty of rooms, and you're always welcome here... >

< Aah, sweetheart, don't get us wrong, > Adam straightened, showing his palms in a gesture of surrender. < The atmosphere here is gorgeous, and the vibe... pff, no complaints. I don't even feel the urge to vomit when I see your rainbows anymore. But, you see, hey, we're not interested in redemption. Lute got a job as a security guard, and we've rented a place in the city. We're moving there. > He explained, gesturing grandly with a sharp smile. < But if you just can't resist admiring the Dick Master, > he said, pointing at his crotch with both hands, < you can drop by anytime, bring a friend or two! > He winked, earning a glare from Vaggie. Meanwhile, Lucifer flashed a mischievous grin, contrasting with Alastor's cold stare. Even Lute, peeling away from the wall, scanned the room for a certain former exorcist with a silent, meaningful look.

< ... >

The silence became oppressive until Adam finally broke it with a huff. < Alright, we're outta here. See you around, assholes. > He waved dismissively, turning toward the hall that led to the hotel entrance, Lute trailing behind him.

Soon enough, the room buzzed back to life with the excited chatter of everyone gearing up for next week's big presentation.

…

For hours now, the main screen in Vox's Control Room had been looping the same footage from two weeks ago, captured in the hallway of the Hotel. Every tiny detail replayed: Alastor stiffening as the purple collar strangled him, his cane disintegrating into ash, and the dark, unrecognizable figure of Lilith, visible as the door was ripped open by Adam, vanishing into a burst of ghostly flames. The image of Lucifer crumpled in despair over a dying Alastor triggered another round of visual glitches until the screen went black, signaling the loss of the feed.

...

Vox took a long sip from his blue mug, one hand lazily pressing buttons to bring the screen back to life. This time, it displayed the Hotel's lounge, where the group was cheerfully chatting about the upcoming presentation. His expression, inscrutable and pensive, shifted as his sharp mouth edged toward the right side of his screen-face.

" < Mr. Vox! > "

< Transfer all control of the interview and the Hotel's commercial to me. >

" < You want to handle it all yourself? > "

< Exactly. No one else is to touch it. >

" < B-but, sir, on the day of the interview, you have that meeting about the new security system with Mrs. Carmi— > "

< Cancel it! > he suddenly thundered, a burst of electricity crackling visibly between his antennas, causing his voice to momentarily lose its higher frequencies. < The extermination has been called off, hasn't it? > He relaxed into a broad grin, his mood shifting as quickly as it had flared. < That meeting can wait; there's no danger anymore! >

" < Y-yes, of course, right away, Mr. Vox! > "

Ending the call, the TV Demon leaned back with a huff, slumping into the chair's backrest.

END?

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ejzah · 3 months ago

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A/N: Shall we just pretend I didn’t forget about this story for ages?

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Secrets and Lies, Part 8

“Mr. Forthright, I think it would be better if we went downstairs,” Kensi objected quickly as Bennet moved to open the bedroom door. Of course the creep would just have to pick the one room Deeks was inside. “Your wife might—”

Bennett pressed a finger to Kensi’s lips and if she didn’t have to keep him on her good side, she’d sincerely consider biting him. Instead, she gave him a playful look, while desperately thinking of how to move Bennett away from the door.

“Lisa is happily drinking her way through as many bottles of premium liquor as she can,” he replied. “And flirting with anything under 40 with a decent pair of biceps.” He chuckled. “She won’t even notice us missing. There’s no need to worry, Natalie.”

He opened the door, tugging Kensi inside with him, and turned a light on. For a horrible moment, Kensi feared they would need to take Deeks’ suggestion and incapacitate Bennett. Fortunately, the bedroom appeared empty.

She surreptitiously glanced around for any signs recent disturbance.

“Don’t be so shy. I don’t by. Well, not unless you ask,” Bennett chortled, taking her distraction to be hesitance. Kensi took a few more steps inside as he moved an impressionistic painting on the wall to reveal a small wall safe, which he unceremoniously unlocked. He motioned her even closer, removing a long, narrow navy box.

He took the lid off with a flourish, and Kensi made a not-at-all faked noise of shock at the sapphire necklace laying on a bed of velvet.

“See, I knew I would find something to catch your eye.”

“It’s lovely,” Kensi said truthfully.

“Would you like to try it on?” he asked, hooking the chain on his index finger.

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“I insist.”

Ignoring Kensi’s protests, Bennett made a circular motion with his hand, and she reluctantly spun around. His hands briefly flashed into view and then his fingers brushed along the back of her neck as he held it in place.

“Lovely, indeed. Just imagine this would be just the beginning,” he murmured in her ear. The next moment, he pressed his lips just below her ear, and Kensi jerked away.

“I think we should go back downstairs,” she said, taking a stepping out of reach.

“Kensi,” Callen said warningly in her ear.

Forthright stared back at her, a gleam in his eye, and she wondered if he was going to lash out physically. Or throw her out. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed.

“Natalie, I knew I liked you for a reason. Marty is certainly a lucky man.”

Still chuckling to himself, he placed the necklace back in its case, and returned it to its spot in the safe. Before he closed the door again, Kensi saw a glimpse of several stacks of money, and what appeared to be multiple passports.

When he finished, he turned around, presenting Kensi with his arm. She let him fold her hand into his elbow, casting one more look over her shoulder as he led her out of the room.

“Just remember, I have a lot to offer,” he reminded her. They walked downstairs together, Bennett chatting away.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Kensi said once they were among the rest of the guests again.

“Don’t be too long.”

Kensi made a noncommittal sound, and escaped to the bathroom. She closed herself inside the ridiculously spacious room, turning the water at one of the sinks on full-force.

“Deeks, please tell me you’re out of there.”

“Yeah, I’m headed your way. Are you ok?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine. And I’ll be even better if you got everything we need.”

“It’s too soon to tell,” Eric responded.

“Where were you hiding, by the way?” Kensi asked, taking the opportunity to center herself.

“The closer. I feel like I’m in a Marx Brothers movie or something,” Deeks responded with enough disgust that Kensi grinned. “I can safely say I’ve never hidden in a closet. Well, there was that time in high school, but that was a special circumstance.”

“Story time will have to wait,” Callen commented.

“Ok, I’m almost to you, Kens. Then we can get the hell out of here.”

“And not a moment too soon,” Kensi muttered to her reflection.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #undercover Kensi and Deeks #drama #secrets and lies #part 8 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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depressedhouseplant · 1 year ago

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🔞 The Lies We Tell Ourselves (JiGyu) 🔞

Tags: Unprotected sex, friends with benefits but make it toxic

A/N: Bonus content can be found here & here

Jihoon grunted when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He was in that blissful state right before sleep when it went off.

🍆💦: WYD?

Of course it was him. No one else would be texting him at 1am on a Thursday.

🍚: Trying to sleep. You can come over though

Jihoon watched as the typing bubbles flashed on the screen.

🍆💦: See you in 10 😘

He lived over half an hour away. That meant he was already on his way because he knew Jihoon would say yes. Jihoon always said yes. He sighed and got out of bed.

“Hey babe,” Mingyu kissed Jihoon when he got in the door. He tasted like cheap liquor and cigarettes.

“Hey,” Jihoon kissed him back.

“Did I really wake you up?” he asked.

“No,” it was the truth, Jihoon told himself.

“Good. I might have felt guilty otherwise,” Mingyu picked him up and Jihoon instinctively wrapped his legs around the other man’s hips.

“I doubt that,” Jihoon replied.

“Mmm, you’re right,” Mingyu hummed against Jihoon’s neck. Jihoon dipped his head back to give Mingyu better access. The other man nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin as he carefully rested Jihoon on the bed. Jihoon propped himself up on his elbows and watched Mingyu strip down to his underwear. The tip of Mingyu’s cock was peeking out from the waistband, already red and leaking. Jihoon let his legs fall open as Mingyu crawled on top of him. His body completely engulfed Jihoon’s smaller one. The almost 8 inch height difference meant everything about Mingyu could completely cover Jihoon. It was part of the appeal, Mingyu claimed.

“Missed you,” Mingyu said against Jihoon’s mouth.

“Me too,”

That’s when Jihoon’s logical brain officially shut off. He wrapped his arms around Mingyu's neck and kissed him harder, bucking his hips up into the other man’s torso.

“Can’t wait to get my cock into your tight little hole,” Mingyu panted, trying to pull off his underwear with one hand.

“Can’t wait for you to stuff me full,” Jihoon replied, reaching down to help Mingyu out of his underwear. The taller man leaned across the bed and pulled the lube out of the nightstand drawer. He dropped it next to Jihoon’s head as he pulled Jihoon’s underwear off. Mingyu moved his lips down Jihoon’s chest, stopping to lick and suck at his nipples.

“Fuck,” Jihoon gasped, his hips involuntarily jerking upwards. He felt Mingyu smile against his chest and go back to teasing the sensitive buds. Jihoon knotted his fingers in the other man’s hair. He tugged when Mingyu bit one of his nipples.

“Feeling a little rough?” Mingyu teased, propping his head on Jihoon’s chest.

“Maybe I want you to throw me around a little,” Jihoon smirked.

“That I can do,” Mingyu sat up and lubed up his fingers. He began to open Jihoon up, making sure to keep one of his hips pinned to the bed. “How do you want it? Over the kitchen counter like last time?”

“Against the wall,” Jihoon breathed. A devilish smile curled on Mingyu’s lips.

“Want to give me a little workout tonight? Hold you up while I fuck you?” he grinned.

“We both know it’s hardly a workout for you,” Jihoon replied. Mingyu purposely grazed Jihoon’s prostate with one of his long fingers.

“Are you saying I’m big or you’re small?” he asked as Jihoon jerked under his hand.

“Both,” Jihoon panted.

“Alright then. I’ll fuck you against the wall just to show off that I can hold you the entire time I fuck you,” Mingyu withdrew his fingers and got off the bed, watching Jihoon the entire time. He made a show of lubing up his cock.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready,” Jihoon nodded. Mingyu bent over and pushed into Jihoon. It was the same feeling every time. Pain, then feeling full. So fucking full. Mingyu scooped him up and then pressed them against the wall. Jihoon held onto Mingyu’s shoulders as the other man got a solid grip on his ass. Jihoon joined their lips as Mingyu started fucking up into him. It didn’t take long before Jihoon’s body gave in and he was fully seated on the other man’s cock.

“Taking me so well. Always take me so well,” Mingyu huffed.

“Made for you,” Jihoon replied, kissing Mingyu’s jaw. Mingyu tilted his chin up, inviting Jihoon to mark him. Jihoon began sucking a hickey on the front of Mingyu’s throat. It would be a pain in the ass to cover and Jihoon knew that. He liked that. Jihoon felt Mingyu’s fingers dig harder into his ass.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to finish already?” Jihoon picked his head up.

“You know I have a very firm ‘you first’ policy. Just getting a little sweaty,” Mingyu reminded him. They were sweaty and Mingyu did always make sure that Jihoon finished first.

“Just making sure this isn’t too much for you,” Jihoon nipped at Mingyu.

“Never,” he grinned, took a deep breath, and began fucking even harder into Jihoon. Jihoon had to lock his arms over Mingyu’s unnecessarily broad shoulders to keep from being flung around. Mingyu adjusted the angle of Jihoon’s hips and grazed his prostate with every thrust.

“Holy fuck,” Jihoon gasped.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll see God when I’m done with you,” Mingyu kissed him again. Jihoon felt the heat start to pool in his lower belly. Mingyu was hitting every sensitive spot he had with every stroke. He knew it too when he finally looked Jihoon in the eyes.

“Come on, baby. Don’t hold back,” he said. One more well timed stroke and Jihoon was coming between their bodies. Hot streaks of white painted their torsos as Mingyu fucked Jihoon all the way through his orgasm. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Jihoon ran his hand through Mingyu’s sweaty hair.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he grinned.

“Thank you for the invitation,” Mingyu grinned back. He began his thrusts again. Jihoon could feel Mingyu start to twitch inside him. Jihoon gave him a quick squeeze and that tipped Mingyu over the edge. He bucked into Jihoon, spilling everything he had into the smaller man’s body. When he finished, Mingyu’s come sat warm and sticky inside him. Jihoon let his head hit the wall with a soft thump as the feeling seeped through his body.

“You okay?” Mingyu asked.

“Fine,” Jihoon smiled a little.

“Good. Can’t have my favorite little fuck buddy giving himself a concussion,” Mingyu smiled back. He walked them back over to the bed and pulled out. “Time to clean up.”

Mingyu went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. Jihoon tried to ignore the unpleasant sensation of come leaking out of his ass. Mingyu wiped them both down then crawled in bed behind Jihoon, pulling him close and resting his arm across Jihoon’s chest.

“Good?” he asked into Jihoon’s hair.

“Always,” Jihoon replied. The truth, he reminded himself.

“Good. Should I let you go to sleep now?” Mingyu teased.

“Some of us do have jobs,” Jihoon snarked.

“Oh hush,” Mingyu kissed the back of Jihoon’s head. “Go to sleep then.”

“Good night, Mingyu,” Jihoon pulled the larger man’s arm tighter against his chest.

“Good night, Jihoon,” Mingyu yawned.

Jihoon knew he’d wake up to a cold spot next to him and an apologetic text. He always did.

#minors dni #seventeen hard hours #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen au #woozi x mingyu #jigyu #just fucking write 2k24 #bonus content

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steele-soulmate · 7 months ago

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 8

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic) mentions of alcohol abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of domestic abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of illicit drugs (nothing graphic) mentions of wrongful arrest

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1497

“Thanks!” I called out as the Amazon delivery was dropped off by the front door. I stepped out onto the gorgeously spacious wrap around porch and picked up the package, smiling as I glanced at the shipping label and saw my name- MISS MOLLY ANNE HARPER- and found myself wondering if I would ever get the chance to become Mrs. Molly Anne Ratajczyk.

I carried the parcel into the kitchen, where I deposited it onto the island and located a pair of scissors to open it. As I was opening the box, the front door opened and a friendly halloo sounded out.

A pretty woman a few years older than the king wandered into the kitchen, untying her scarf from her neck and smiled kindly at the sight of me.

“You must be my baby brother’s soulmate!” beamed Princess Cathy, coming up to take my hands into hers and squeeze. “Mary Claire, right?”

“Actually, my name is Molly Anne, your highness,” I corrected her awkwardly, jerking my thumb over to the door that led into the laundry room and the garage. “The king is in his man cave with my daughters, showing them how they can help him build their bedroom furniture.”

“Do you mind if I get to know you more first?” she asked me eagerly. “I can go pester Peter later.”

I asked her to go into the laundry room and grab me a laundry basket so that I could toss the girls’ new bedsheets in for a wash. She came back out empty handed and told me that there was no laundry basket to be found. In response, I went onto my Amazon app and added two sets of two collapsible laundry baskets to my wish list- a two set of a green one and a blue one, and a two set of a pink one and a red one.

“No problem,” I told her, taking out the girls’ new bedsheets first and setting them off in a pile, two sets of twin sized bedsheets in a soft creamy white color with stripes and funky patterns covering the bedsheets.

“So tell me more about yourself,” Princess Cathy asked me, standing over on the other side of the island as to give me space while I unpacked the box from Amazon.

“Can you be a bit more specific, please?” I requested of her.

“Tell me about when you and Peter met,” she begged of me next.

And so, I told her of how Lady Bridget Barlowe had successfully swayed me into taking her place for two weeks, convincing me with money that I had planned to put towards my twin daughters, of how the king sniffed out my carefully put together ruse almost at once, of how he said those little words that I had never knew would be the first words my soulmate would ever say to me until those words escaped past his lips…

Of how the king would now take care of me and my daughters.

“Molly Anne, might I ask you what you want to happen next in your life?” the Princess asked me next, making me pause as I was pulling out two sets of soft lilac bath towels, hand towels and wash clothes. “I mean, what do you want to happen next?”

“I want to king to adopt my daughters,” I blurted out. “I want him to adopt them, and I want him to marry me. But… but I don’t know if he wants that also.”

“Molly Anne, let me tell you a secret- Peter craves love,” she told me in a gentle tone of voice. “When he was a little boy, he always looks for approval and sought out words of praise. He became a good student, earning near perfect grades, despite having severe learning disabilities. He dated extensively in his later teen years and well into his twenties, up until dad died. He’s been ruling Brooklyn for fourteen years now, and he told me that he’d given up and meeting his soulmate.”

I hummed as I tugged out new sheets for the king’s bed- I had selected a set in green stripes and a set in a soft creamy white. I unfolded them and tossed the new bed covering into the washer, throwing in a pod of detergent before shutting the door and programming it for a regular load.

“You’re a good mother,” the princess commented as I returned to the kitchen, smiling my thanks when I saw that she had removed the bath towel sets for the girls and myself and was now clipping the tags off.

“I need to be,” I shrugged, flapping the bath necessities open and getting them ready to be washed. “I worked two full times jobs- a waitress at a mom and pop breakfast café and a desk secretary at a small law firm. The king had me quit those jobs and promised me that he will care for the three of us. I have trust issues with men though quite understandingly, with my history with the girls’ father.”

“Are you comfortable enough to share?” she asked me, leaning forward on her elbows on the countertop.

“Henry was the perfect guy for me when I first met him- or so I thought,” I recalled with a wistful sigh. “I dropped out of college, even though I had one last semester to go before graduation and moved in with him. Things quickly went downhill from there- he would get drunk and beat me black and blue, he would conduct drug deals out of the front room of his small, rat infested apartment, and ran with a rough group of people who would break into businesses and houses to steal stuff and sell for drug money.”

Here, I hesitated, not wanting to go into this painful part of my life.

“He made me spend a few days behind bars,” I confessed with a snort. “He had me hide some stuff in my room, and when the police came to search the house, he made them believe that I stole the stuff and they arrested me. I did six weeks behind bars, and then I found out that I was pregnant.”

Here, I paused, shutting my eyes as I took in a sharp inhale of air.

“And so, I ratted him out,” I chuckled. “I told the police everything- from who he got his drugs from to which storage container he used to hold the stuff he and his buddies stole to how he and his buddies chose which house they would break into. When he was confronted by the police, he was jazzed up on something, and he killed three police officers before he was tazed and sentenced to sixty years behind bars with a slim chance at parole after ten years.”

The princess tossed her head backwards in a laugh.

“Atta girl,” she praised me around a heavy onslaught of giggles. “If they hurt you, go for where the moon meets in the middle.”

I sniggered, smiling as the sound of little footsteps pounding up the stairs from the garage, signaling that the rest of the family was coming up.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

“Just remember- Peter will do anything for love,” Princess Cathy reminded me gently. “You should talk to him and tell him what you want. I know that he will happily accommodate you and your needs.”

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Eyes Full Of Tears - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Title: Eyes Full Of Tears

Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Additional Characters: Dustin (Mentioned), Reader's mom (Mentioned), and Billy's dad (Mentioned)

WC: 1,837

Warnings: Sibling fights, yelling, Billy being hard on himself, mentions of depression, slight angst, and crying Billy

Arriving home, you headed inside, Dustin already ready to leave.

“Wow, you’re ready.” You were slightly surprised.

Most times, Dustin would take a good thirty minutes before he was even ready to leave. Today was different. Dustin nods before speed-walking out the door, already hopping in the front passenger seat. You sighed and got in the car as well. As they drove to Mike’s house, You tried to start up a conversation.

“Does mom know you stayed home from school?” You asked, slightly annoyed that you drove him to his school for him only to later ditch it.

You didn't want to question how he got back home. His bike was where it was that morning. Something was happening. Something fishy.

Dustin looked at his sister with wide eyes before giving a small challenging glare.

“Does mom know you sneak a boy in your room?” He clapped back, freezing for a slight moment.

You tried to hide your shock that Dustin had found out. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Dustin gave you a deadpanned look, You looked at him quickly before looking back at the road.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell?” You stated, and Dustin agreed.

“Fine…” It was silent for a while before Dustin spoke up.

“Who is it?” It was silent again for a while as you thought.

You weighed your options. Lie or tell the truth. you knew how your brother felt about Billy. If you told him the truth, he’d look at you differently, and maybe say a few things. He would be disappointed in your. But, You reasoned, Dustin would be even more disappointed if you lied and he found out later the hard way.

With a deep sigh, You spoke up, “Billy.”

Dustin quickly looked over at his sister in complete shock. “What!? With Hargrove!? Are you serious!? Why!? Do you know what he’s like!? He’s a complete jerk!”

You winced at the sharpness and tone of his voice, waiting until he was done to answer.

“Billy is just misunderstood, Dusty. I won’t tell you why because that’s his business, but you have to trust me on this one. Billy is different.” You tried to explain but Dustin was having none of it.

“That’s not an excuse! I thought you knew better! He’s a womanizer, he’s just going to use you and get rid of you once he gets what he wants.”

You didn’t respond.

You understood what Billy was like, but you knew what he was really like. Under the mask that Billy wore was a shy, mistreated, hurt, young man. You knew Dustin and his friends didn’t see that. you could bet that you were the only one. You didn’t let his words deter you, you never had any doubts.

Stopping at the front of Mike’s house, you ruffled Dustin’s hair. “Do you really need me tonight for your game?” You asked, and Dustin thought for a second.

“Well, no, but you could come to next week’s game. I doubt it’s going to be anything exciting today.” Dustin explained and you nodded.

“Well, I think… I’ll just head home. I’ll hang out with you guys next week.” Dustin nodded, feeling slightly bad for ruining his sister’s seemingly happy mood.

“Okay, see you later.” Dustin spoke, getting out of the car but pausing at his sister's words.

"Say hi to the kids for me?" You asked and Dustin nodded silently before running up to the house.

Waiting until he was inside, you began to drive off, back home. Once inside, you lazily toed off your shoes and checked your watch, your mom wouldn’t be home for another three hours. Mentally exhausted and emotional from your conversation with your brother, you just went into the kitchen and grabbed a pint of ice cream. Grabbing a spoon, you just waltzed upstairs and to your room, grabbing your remote and putting on whatever you had already on the TV.

Scooping a large clump of ice cream in your mouth, You cringed at the bitter cold, automatically regretting eating so much, causing a brain freeze. Setting the pint next to your, You held your head and shut your eyes, hoping the brain freeze’s pain would reside soon. As it slowly slipped away, You grabbed the ice cream once again, but before you could eat any more, your phone rang. Sighing, and rolling your eyes, you sat the ice cream down again and picked the phone off of the receiver.

“Hello?” You asked, resting the phone between your shoulder and neck, picking up your ice cream and taking a bite.

“Hey, Beautiful. You didn’t call me…” Billy spoke on the other side of the phone.

You sighed again and nodded to yourself, “I’m sorry, Billy, I got caught up in stuff.” You spoke, taking another bite.

Billy chuckled, and he continued, “What kind of stuff?” He asked and you paused, placing your half-eaten pint of ice cream down beside your again.

“Well, I was going to play that dragon game but it seemed Dustin didn’t need me. So I’m eating ice cream and watching reruns of ‘Murder, She Wrote’.”

“Can I come over? I mean, you did blow me off on our dinner date.” He asked, voice playful teasing.

You thought for a moment. your mom still wouldn’t be home for a while.

“Yeah sure, only for a while.” You agreed, a small smile on your face.

Billy nodded with a smile of his own, even though you couldn’t see that.

“Alright, Beautiful, I’ll see you in five minutes.” He spoke but you spoke up.

“Don’t you dare speed-” He hung up.

Sighing, You knew it took a good ten minutes to get to your house if the streets were good. You grabbed your melted ice cream and went downstairs, putting the rest in the freezer for later. Cleaning up your room a bit, you made sure it looked somewhat presentable. You then heard the familiar pebble on your window. Opening your curtain, Billy stood down below, hands in his jacket pockets, a smile on his face.

Opening your window, you watched as Billy began to climb the side of the house, holding onto the side roof and pushing himself up. Reaching out, You helped him the rest of the way, once he was fully in, you shut your window.

You sat on your bed and Billy followed suit, taking off his shoes, turning to look at you with a cocky smile, but after seeing your face, it dropped a bit.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders, resting your clasped hands in your lap.

"You almost gave me a heart attack climbing up that…" You spoke, laughing awkwardly.

Billy saw right through it.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

You didn't hesitate this time.

“My brother found out about you.” You spoke up and Billy turned to look in front of him, nodding, lips pursed.

“I assume he didn’t take it well?” He asked and you nodded.

“What did he say?” You gave a small sad smile.

“He basically said that you were a bad influence." But then your eyebrows scrunched.

"I don't even know how he found out since he was at Mike's.” You spoke, more to yourself than to Billy.

Billy gave the same small smile, nodding, “I guess I sort of am…”

You turned to him and shook your head, “No, Billy. You’re not. They just don’t know the real you. And, I do. You’re not a bad influence at all.”

“I’ve done a lot of bad things, Y/N. That makes me a bad influence. You really shouldn’t care-” He began but you caught him off.

“No, we are not having this conversation again. Billy, no matter what, you are smart, determined, caring, and so much more than that. But, you are too hard on yourself. Don’t even get me started, I will go on a tangent on how amazing you are if I have to. But, I need you to know that this is not your fault. Nothing is your fault. It’s your stupid fatyour’s. You are not a bad person for the things you have done, that is you, retaliating against what your father has done and trying to get your strength back from when he takes it away.”

Billy is silent, eyes wide, staring at you, letting you rant.

“You are strong, Billy. You are strong for surviving what you have gone through and what you are going through.” You finished, eyes fully determined on making sure Billy knew his full worth.

Billy continued to stare, and You right back, Billy really couldn’t believe his ears. He really thought sooner or later you would convert to hating him too, but he was wrong. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Billy’s stomach felt warm and bubbly, and his heart was beating a million miles a second. He hadn’t felt like this for someone in a long time.

Billy felt his eyes tearing up and he quickly looked away, his mind telling him to ‘man up’ saying that he should be ashamed for crying. But, those thoughts went away right away when You gently placed your hand on Billy’s cheek, turning him to look at your. Your eyes were tearing up, as you stared at the hurt man in front of you. He was in so much pain, constantly.

“I will be here, no matter what. If you ever need me, day or night, I will be here. Like always. You will never be a burden or a weight on my shoulder.” You continued, voice soft with emotion.

“And… You can cry if you want to, if you need to. I’ll never judge you or anything like that. You deserve to cry. You don't have to hold it all in.” You spoke and that’s when he really broke down.

After so many cruel years of being abused over and over again by his own father. Someone who is supposed to love and nurture him. The pain is emotional, physical, mental. All crashing down on top of him. He finally felt like he could let it go. You pulled him into a hug, Billy immediately wrapped his arms around your, digging his face into the side of your neck, tears wetting your sweatshirt.

And he stayed like that for a good while, quietly sobbing into your sweatshirt as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. Getting a bit stiff, You slowly dipped back, gently falling on your bed, Billy resting on top of you. Laying still, legs tangled together, You did nothing but try and soothe him, trying your best to fix his broken soul. They laid like that for a good long while. Billy laid on top of you, head still tucked into your neck, his tears slowly drying up as he still held on tight. You hummed quietly as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently rubbing circles on his back.

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chocolateheart · 4 years ago

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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reveniemus · 3 years ago

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8 or 21 or 31 for the hug prompts. love your new look 😉💖

thank you!! i am obsessed with this photoshoot 😭😭 also i hope you enjoy some angst i guess?? bc i write that now???

geraskier in angst major, no. 1

pairing: gen with lite!geraskier rating: teen warnings: implied torture, mild descriptions of injuries jaskier is not having a good time

on ao3

Never say never, his mother had always said, and yet, Jaskier had foolishly done just that. He thought he was never going to feel anything worse than the heartache of what happened on the mountain, and yet, this moment was a very strong contender. It was such an obvious thing too, and Jaskier knew if Geralt had been there, he would’ve tutted at him for being so oblivious to the fact that the men giving him the eye were not, in fact, looking for a one night tumble.

Then again, if Geralt had been there, Jaskier wouldn’t have been flouncing about in a crowded tavern in plain view of some Nilfgaardian soldiers out of uniform. He would’ve been curled up in a bedroll on the forest floor, eating rabbit or deer and scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sharpened his swords.

“Bard’s tougher than he looks, huh?” he hears one of the guards say after he’s taken yet another beating. “That’s the third one today and he’s still conscious, somehow.”

“Barely. I bet if he got another one today, he’d tell us everything,” his companion says, and Jaskier’s body involuntarily winces at the thought of another beating so soon to his last one.

“Think the captain will let us? It’s not like we’re getting anywhere with the other prisoners,” the first one says, and he must lean against the bars because the scraping sound of metal against metal rings in Jaskier’s ears.

“Most likely. We haven’t tried branding yet,” the second voice answers, the gleeful tone to his voice making Jaskier’s stomach curl. Thankfully, it sounds like they’re finally, finally walking away and Jaskier lets himself relax when the sounds of their conversation dissipate.

He takes a deep breath and even that small, miniscule amount of movement makes his body ache. Jaskier tries to remember the things Geralt used to say about managing pain. The first step was to take inventory of his body to figure out what was wrong. It’s hard to do on his side, so Jaskier shifts, his face scrunching up as he lays on his back. It isn’t comfortable and the movement makes his bones feel like they’re on fire. How is it possible to feel this much pain and survive?

Okay, he can do this. He can take inventory of his body, just like Geralt used to.

Deep breath.

Something aches on his calf, near his ankle. Twisting it shoots pain up his leg, and Jasker bites down on his bottom lip to stop from making a noise. He can’t let the soldiers know he’s conscious enough to make noise.

Deep breath.

There’s a cut on his right upper thigh. He doesn’t know when he acquired it. This last beating? The one before? It’s not actively bleeding anymore, which is good. He thinks it means they didn’t hit anything major.

Deep breath.

A stabbing pain shoots up his left arm. Fuck. He hopes it’s not a break, because the implications of it makes his heart ache. Then again, he doesn’t know when he’ll see his lute again, so maybe it doesn’t really matter.

Deep breath.

His abdomen feels heavy. Is this what internal bleeding feels like? He should’ve asked Geralt how to know if you’re bleeding internally. Jaskier thinks he’d be colder if he were bleeding internally, or number.

Deep breath.

Jaskier’s head is pounding — not enough to distract from the rest of his pain, but just enough that his thoughts are verging on disjointed. Geralt would yell at him for not being able to focus.

Deep breath.

That definitely means there’s a head injury though. Jaskier remembers when Geralt had fought two fiends and they’d knocked him around. He had insisted that Jaskier not let him sleep, that it would make a head injury worse. Jaskier isn’t sure what worse means when the main part of your body that keeps things running is already hurt, but he thinks it means he shouldn’t sleep.

Deep breath.

If he’s asleep, though, he won’t feel the pain of his injuries. Jaskier closes his eyes, knowing Geralt would hit him for genuinely contemplating falling asleep while he’s got a definitive head injury.

Deep — Jaskier is jolted out of his breathing routine by a loud clanging noise, followed by thumps and screams and the sound of running. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, grimacing with the motion, to peer past the bars of his cell.

He should move back, maybe hide in the shadows and hope that whoever is attacking the prison will leave him alone. If he can have time to heal, he can get out of here and find … who? Geralt made it very clear he didn’t want Jaskier around, and it wasn’t like Jaskier could go around and find his old acquaintances. Anyone who was associated with him could be in danger because of his association with the White Wolf.

Maybe he could turn this prison into his home after whoever is out there finishes off the Nilfgaardians. Jaskier lays back down, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths as the noises of fighting seem to get closer. If he lies here, maybe they’ll think this cell is empty of viable prisoners and they’ll keep going.

“Fuck,” he hears a voice grunt before the door to his cell opens. The voice seems familiar, but Jaskier can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness and his already-vaguely-disjointed thoughts connect even less and less. “Please don’t be dead,” the voice says, and Jaskier vaguely feels a warm body next to him. The immediacy of the movement makes him flinch, and he hears another curse from the voice.

Familiarity blooms inside him, and he winces. His mind is playing tricks on him, it seems, maybe the Nilfgaardians decided an illusion would be more useful than a branding. Jaskier tries to curl into himself, but the pain that courses through him makes him scream.

“Jaskier, please, don’t move,” the voice whispers, gruff and gentle, and Jaskier whimpers as a hand brushes back his hair.

“Please, I don’t know anything, I swear,” he pleads, fighting back tears.

“It’s okay, Jask, you’re safe,” the voice murmurs, and Jaskier whines. The illusion feels so real it makes his heart ache, reminds him of the moments he clung to when Geralt’s fingers would barely brush over his skin when they were making camp, or when Jaskier made a stupid decision that got him hurt.

Suddenly, Jaskier is being tugged up, and he’s shocked into looking up. His eyes widen when he sees a shock of long white hair and amber eyes, a soft whisper escaping his lips.

“Yes, it’s me. We have to keep moving,” Geralt says, and Jaskier feels arms on his waist as he somehow gets on his feet. “Can you stand?” he asks, his eyes glittering with concern in a way that makes Jaskier’s head spin.

“You’re here,” he whispers, leaning back a little as Geralt’s hand moves from his waist. It’s not far, he can feel the heat of it against the ragged remains of his chemise, and Jaskier feels more light headed than he has in weeks.

“Careful,” the witcher murmurs, catching Jaskier’s arm as he sways on the spot. “I’ve got you, Julek.” His arm wraps around Jaskier’s waist and he brings him closer.

Jaskier inhales Geralt’s scent, a mix of leather and horse that’s difficult to duplicate, much less recreate in an illusion, and ignoring the sharp ache in his lungs at the movement. He’s probably got a broken rib, he realizes, as he involuntarily leans into Geralt more. “You’re here,” he repeats, his eyes fluttering.

“I am, but don’t fall asleep on me yet. You’ve got a nasty head wound,” Geralt says, his voice gruff and stern and the familiar tendrils of it makes Jaskier’s heart warm.

“Y’know, even if this was a dream, it’s a nice dream. I hoped this would be my last,” Jaskier whispers, like it’s a secret, as he leans into Geralt, wrapping an arm around the witcher’s waist. He has no balance, so he feels the sway of his body as he tries to recalibrate his center of gravity.

“It’s not a dream, and it sure as hell won’t be your last one.” Geralt’s response is angry, almost aggressive, and Jaskier thinks maybe he’s far too out of it to be affected by that. “Yen’s outside with a portal waiting for me to get you out of here,” he continues, tightening his grip around Jaskier’s waist and moving out of the cell.

Jaskier makes a soft noise, burying his face in Geralt’s neck as the witcher half-carries him out of the keep. “You came for me,” he mumbles, voice slurring as darkness starts to take a hold of his consciousness.

“I always will,” Geralt whispers. Or maybe it’s just a part of Jaskier’s dream. “You’re not dreaming, Jaskier, and I need you to stay awake.”

Did he say that aloud? Oh. Did that mean he was definitely dreaming or definitely not? Jaskier is about to say something else, he thinks, but putting words together has become very difficult. What a useless wordsmith he is, isn’t he? Not able to put words together! What a sorry excuse of a bard.

“What’s he babbling about?” a sultry feminine voice asks, and Jaskier’s body jerks, the pain shooting from his possibly-twisted ankle as he tries to run off. “Bard, what are you doing? Has he been doing this the whole time?”

“Hm,” Geralt grunts, shifting to hoist Jaskier towards the shimmering portal that’s just outside of his fuzzy eyeline.

“Why didn’t you Axii him like one of your horses?” Yennefer asks, her voice coming closer as Jaskier’s arm lifts and loops over someone’s neck. A lilac and gooseberries someone.

Geralt lets out a grunt that, if he were in the right state of mind, Jaskier would be able to translate, but for now, he knows there’s an underlying layer of softness to it that he wants to hold close to his heart.

“Oh, you stupid witcher,” Yennefer mumbles before Jaskier feels chaos surrounding him. It’s the last thing he consciously notes for himself before his vision goes black and his mind goes empty.

#hello i tried a thing i hope it's okay #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher #witcher fic #geralt of rivia #a sprinkling of #yennefer of vengerberg #hurt/mild comfort #or as they say in the gallery #whump the bard #kali writes

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Jerk next door masterlist

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad break up.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of breakup, mentions of character’s death, divorce, Andy being a jerk, a grumpy and prissy one, snark, enemies to friends, mentions of miscarriage, OOC Andy, fluff, eventuell enemies to lovers

A/N: This will be a collection of drabbles about you and your rude neighbor.

A/N2: We will meet characters from different fandoms in this story.

Jerk next door (1) - Moving in

Jerk next door (2) - A new home

Jerk next door (3) - The jerk and his rules

Jerk next door (4) - Past pain

Jerk next door (5) - New development

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

Jerk next door (7) - Plans to make

Jerk next door (8) - Lies to tell

Jerk next door (9) - Lives to live

Find more stories with Chris Evan’s characters here: Chris Evans roles

#Jerk next door masterlist #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x reader #andy barber x fem!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #defending jacob fanfiction #enemies to lovers

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floralseokjin · 5 years ago

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;cyber sex (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

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You want to partake in some “cyber” sex...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings; smut, fluff, skype sex, or as oc puts it, cybersex, sex toy usage (here 😘) words; 3,038

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“Are your parents in bed?”

On the screen, Jungkook looked a little on edge, jittery almost. Like he was doing something illegal.

“My dad is. Mom’s downstairs catching up on soap operas.”

He still looked a little unsure. “How was your day?”

You shifted on your bed, crossing your legs, your laptop jumped slightly, pixelated Jungkook bouncing around for a second. Internet at your parents’ house had always been shitty but he still made a bunch of cute pixels.

“I’d love to small talk, Jungkook, I really would, but I woke up wanting sex and have been horny ever since.”

You were expecting him to log on all eager and possibly already halfway to naked, but he’d appeared in sweats, back against the headboard of your shared bed, legs stretched out where laptop you was placed on his thighs.

You watched him hesitate and grew annoyed. “What happened to being up for this?”

This afternoon he’d been eager, possibly even cocky when you’d texted him over lunch. Your mom gossiping in your ear about her co-worker’s so called affair while you passively listened and arranged sex plans with your boyfriend...

There had been a time you were too embarrassed to even think about masturbating in your family home, but like Jungkook kept saying, you were a grown ass woman now, not still in high school or even in college. Those days had long past you by. You were a hot blooded female with needs. Needs for your super hot, super sweet boyfriend. There was really no need to be ashamed. You were going to participate in some cyber sex, no matter how much Jungkook laughed at your awkward phrasing.

[You: 01:34pm] Are you busy tonight?

[JK: 01:36pm] if eating cheetos in bed by 8 is busy then yes

[You: 01:37pm] Don’t you dare bitch

[JK: 01:37pm] why do you want to know if im busy?

[You: 01:38pm] cybersex 2300 hours

[JK: 01:38pm] Cybersex 😭😭 no one calls it that weirdo but see you there my morning wood misses yoir ass

Here right now, Jungkook made a noise, arguing with you. “I am up for this. It’s just your parents...”

You rolled your eyes. He was a grown ass man and he was afraid of your parents. More so your dad. He’d taken a while to warm up to Jungkook—you blame the tattoos. But that was years ago when you’d first started dating. Your dad liked Jungkook now. Honest.

“My dad’s asleep. I can hear him snoring,” you commented, giggling.

Jungkook groaned. Way to ruin the mood, he was probably thinking. “That doesn’t help.”

“Come ooonnn,” you whined, leaning into the screen. You knew your robe was dipping in the middle, already tied deliberately lose. He had a great view of your cleavage, however muted because of the shitty lamp lighting. “I miss youuuu.”

Jungkook scoffed quietly. “And you’re making it worse. I wanna touch you for real.” He was speaking low, pouting really, but you caught his hand that slid across the front of his sweatpants. Was that some inconspicuous rubbing you’d spotted? Naughty.

You leant back again and tried not to grin in triumph. Jungkook 0, your tits 1 once again.

He carried on his rant. “I want you in this bed. In this house. I can’t wait 4 more days!”

Diddums. He was a child, you swore. “Should’ve come with me then.”

He was rubbing his crotch again, you didn’t think he realised he was doing it. “You know that’s only reserved for a Christmas every two years.”

Yeah, like you said, he was terrified of your father. It was probably why he hadn’t proposed yet, too scared to ask for your dad’s blessing. Not that you would say that to his face. And not like you wanted to get married anytime soon, it was just only natural to think of those things. You had been together for years after all.

You didn’t reply, instead shifting on the bed once more to spread your legs a little. You hiked one up, robe falling open to reveal the triangle of skin between your legs. You meant business.

“What’re you doing?” He practically stuttered, sitting up straighter against the headboard.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I can see that.”

You began to rub the pad of your index finger across your clit. Sensitivity shocking your body and you fought with yourself not to snap your legs closed. You softened the impact, slowly circling before slipping down your folds and collecting the moisture to drag back up to your clit. Agonisingly slow now because you wanted to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. Despite the near darkness, he had eyes like a hawk. “You’re wet already.” Maybe he could see it glistening through the camera. Or maybe he was just starting his descent…

“Like I said, I’ve been horny since this morning.” You ever so slightly dipped the tip of your finger inside yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d played with yourself like this in front of him. It was fun. Especially because he was hanging onto each movement like his life depended on it.

“Jungkook,” you nudged.

“Mm?” It was just one sound, too far gone now.

You murmured the next part, voice low and heavy, laced with a desperateness you’d felt all day. “Get your dick out.”

He didn’t argue. You let yourself grin in victory, ogling him as pushed a hand into his sweatpants and pulled out that thick, hot cock you’d been fantasising about since 7am.

He ran his fist along it, definitely not lazily. Tugging at the head, his thumb rubbed the drops of precum across his slit. You clenched and pulsed down below. Unfair move. Your image of him was grainy and unlit but he looked just as hot as he always did. Maybe it was time to unveil your secret weapon...

“Goodnight, love.”

You jumped immediately at the sound of your mom’s voice, hand jerking away from between your legs. You’d been so distracted you hadn’t even heard her coming up the stairs.

Your took a quick breath and tried to sound normal, praying you could keep your voice level. “Goodnight mom!” You succeeded, but only just you were sure of it.

You heard the click of the bathroom door and turned your attention back to Jungkook, eyes wide. His were too. “Jesus christ,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “This was a dumb idea.” He was sat forward, dick back in his pants, tops of his cheeks rosy, either from the jerking off or the near close call. Probably both.

You tried to refrain from giggling but failed. “She wasn’t going to just barge in here.”

Both waiting a few seconds, it wasn’t long before your mom exited the bathroom and shut the door to her bedroom. You untied your robe, relaxing into the bed instantly. You weren’t losing this moment.

Jungkook groaned slightly, eyes apprehensively raking over your practically naked body. “This is so wrong.”

“Relax, we’re alone,” you insisted. “Just remember to be quiet.” You’d use your earphones but you’d forgotten them, remembering as soon as you’d boarded the plane.

“I’m alone.” He corrected, now sounding sorry for himself. Jeez, it was as if you weren’t spread out like a human buffet. “I miss you. Can’t you come home right now?”

Jungkook did not do well at being alone at all. It was cute. You smiled at him softly, running your hand down your stomach and between your legs. “But I wanna cum right nowww.”

“Fine.” His stare hardened, watching the way you rubbed at the bundle of nerves. “You cum and then come home. Then I fuck you. Properly. None of this Skype shit.”

You laughed, genuinely amused. He was such a baby. You watched him lift his t-shirt over his head. Taking initiative, you liked that. His hair fell in his eyes and he shook it away. He’d finally had a haircut a few weeks ago, but it grows fast, which was possibly a good thing because you really, really missed that long hair of his.

Your eyes fell down to his chest and across his shoulders. He had a few tattoos that decorated his torso, amongst other places, but they mainly covered his arms. Speaking of which you clenched and pulsed again, just imagining those arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight, hands pinning you to the bed... Shit. You really wanted to fuck him for real.

You splayed around against the bedsheets, arching your back a little and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Take your robe off. Keep your bra on.” He sounded demanding, it wasn’t intentional, lost to the urge right now as usual, but you loved it when he ordered you about, even more so when he didn’t realise he was doing it.

You quickly got to it, snapping at your bra straps as you lied back down, propped up by your elbows. “Is this actually sexy?” You’d done this a handful of times but that was back in college. Now older, it seemed more daunting.

“Of course it is, babe,” Jungkook reassured. On cue he got his cock out again. He was still hard.

You watched him rake his hand along himself a few times and then grinned. “I have something.”

He raised an eyebrow again, curious but also clueless, and watched you pull something out from under the sheets. A glittery, rubbery thing that made his eyes light up.

“You brought a dildo to your parents’ house?” He asked after a split second of silence. You nodded, biting down on your lip, holding the specimen up to the screen. He caught the look on your face and chuckled. “You planned this?” He sounded impressed.

“Thought it would be fun.” You tried to sound casual but maybe you were a little nervous? Embarrassed? There was no need to be. You’d had a sexual fantasy and had acted on it... Jungkook was just as into it. Hm, maybe it was the being naked over cam that was making you feel so jittery?

Jungkook eyed Miss Jessica Rabbit and laughed again. “Only you would arrange a visit to your parents’ place just so we could participate in some ‘cybersex’.”

Joking aside, he was eager to begin. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he’d straightened his back, leaning in closer for a better look. You didn’t feel nervy anymore. You were back in the zone.

“Cybersex sounds cool, I don’t know why you find it so funny.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes affectionately. “You’re adorable, that’s why I find it so funny.”

“Lameee.” You sang. But now you were running the head of the vibrator along your slit, spreading your legs in the process.

Jungkook watched you carefully, still stroking his dick with leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t get caught at security with that thing.” He was making casual conversation but his voice sounded strained. He kept having to swallow. “Hiding a giant vibrator in your clothing.”

“Can you imagine?” You’d die of embarrassment right there on the spot.

“I‘d come bail you out, don’t worry.”

You giggled at his silliness. Who was going to tell him you couldn’t get arrested for carrying a vibrator in your luggage?

However, soon the mood for small talk was over, only distracting at this point. Or maybe what was distracting was now the vibrator beginning to stretch out your insides. It was a little uncomfortable at first, maybe you were just too well aware your parents were a few feet away, or maybe you were just out of practice when it came to fucking yourself.

Jungkook helped though, whispering encouragements and giving you useful tips, which only made you wetter; so yes, a huge help. It wasn’t long before you got a rhythm going, not long before your breathing quickened and you were trying really hard not to moan out loud.

Jungkook matched your movements, now jerking himself off with vigour. You watched one another, fully at ease and lost in your own little world.

“This is so unfairrr,” he grunted soon enough, burning a hole between your legs. His newly sworn enemy, Miss Jessica Rabbit. “I want my dick inside you, not some phoney.”

You moaned quietly, agreeing of course. Nothing felt as good as Jungkook inside you. Nothing ever had. You clicked a button on the toy and the first level of vibrations started.

You lifted your head a little, trying to gauge the sound. “Is that too loud?”

He shook his head. “I think you’re good. Fuck.” He cursed because you were now grinding up against the ears of the bunny, vibrations against your clit sending you all gooey and warm. “Go faster.”

You listened, the length of the vibrator now slipping in fully as your insides finally loosened up, no longer tense. You rolled to your side a little and like that you found your g-spot. Pleasure began to burst behind your eyes and you almost forgot Jungkook was there because now you’d remembered how to use this damn thing and there was no going back.

You clicked another button, powering up the shaft as the pearls inside the rubber began to rotate. You bit down on your lip, desperate not to make a sound and you cursed yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? Pleasure screamed at you but you must keep quiet.

“Babe... Baby,” Jungkook was trying to get your attention. “Baby, get on your back again. I wanna see.”

You slowly listened, knowing you had been restricting his view and try to fuck yourself on your back. You planted your feet on the bed, kicking the laptop to the centre in the process and hoped now that he had a good view.

Whatever he saw, he liked, moaning maybe a little bit too loudly. You’d turn the volume down if you could move, but you can’t, too paralysed with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot.” He was legit growling, it sent a fire through your veins.

He watched you buck your hips into the vibrator over and over again, struggling a little to keep thrusting the shaft inside of you, but you think he found that hot. You were close. You knew it. Lips spread apart, your clit was swollen and greedy for pleasure, sensitive to the titillating vibrations and your walls squeezed and began to spasm around the thick rubber, the rotating sensation you felt making you tremble all over. Your wrist hurt but it was a good kind of pain, burning, making you work hard for your release.

“Wish you were here to fuck me better, baby,” you purred, because despite how amazing this felt Jungkook could make you feel a pleasure ten times greater. “Does your hand feel good?“

You couldn’t see him, flat on your back, eyes shut, face directed at the ceiling, but you could hear the sound of skin on skin. His palm raking up and down the rock hard flesh of his cock.

“Don’t rub it in,” he chided, voice low. Ha. Because that was exactly what he was doing. Luckily you were too out of breath to drop a shit pun.

Your lower half suddenly spasmed and you stifled a cry. You couldn’t hold on any longer. “Shit,” you gasped. “I forgot how strong this thing was.”

“Yeah? I’ll cum if you cum.”

That’s all you needed to hear. It wasn’t even five seconds later before you were coming. Like an explosion, thigh and vagina muscles clenching, toes curling into the sheets and your chest heaving, sweat beading at your hairline. Miraculously you managed to stay silent. Albeit your breathing. You ceased movement immediately, removing the pressure against your clit before turning the vibrations off. The shaft was still rotating inside you, nerves twitching in your thigh before you ended those too and slid the vibrator out with a silent pop. You threw it to your side. Your whole body tingled but you urged yourself to come to, to open your eyes and lean up on your elbows. Jungkook still needed to cum and you wanted to watch. Just like he watched you.

“Good, baby?” He asked. His eyes were black, breathing shallow. His fist still tugged at his dick, desperate now.

“Mm hm,” you nodded, feeling a little chilly now the thrill had worn off.

Jungkook grunted a command. “Spread your legs a little. I’m close.” You listened without question, giving him what he wanted.

You watched the veins protrude from his forearms, some painted black with the ink of his tattoos. The hand not wrapped around his cock cupped his balls ever so slightly, tugging on them a little before he tensed and groaned. The first spurt of cum shot out and landed on his stomach, then another, it slipped into the lines of his abs. The third load slowed and he tugged his fingers tight across the tip, over and over again, draining each drop. It thickened in the air and slid down his length, getting on his fingers too. You observed all this greedily. What a sight to behold.

A couple of tissues later for him and your robe tied back around your body, you were both grinning and giggling like a pair of idiots together, still on a high.

“We need to incorporate that into the real deal more,” Jungkook said, referring to the vibrator now stood on your bedside table. “Let me be in charge.”

“It’s got to make its way back home first,” you joked.

You had climbed into bed by now, welcoming the warmth and annoyingly your eyes started to feel heavy.

“You tired?” Jungkook noticed straight away.

“I can stay up a little longer,” you insisted, wanting to chat with him before you fell asleep. A text or a phone call just wasn’t the same, and even though it’s only been a few days, you missed him like crazy. “What did you eat for dinner?” You asked, making small talk.

He raised both eyebrows, eyes wide. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

No, probably not. You knew the answer already.

It was always a ramen diet for Jungkook when you were away...

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:flll

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years ago

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 3-1: 海水与火焰 Seawater & Flames Translation

“The flames of the sunset flicker within your orbs; and the leaves flutter, falling upon the water surface that is your soul.”

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Brother Mao: It's soooo god-damned hot out today! A new coffee shop opened down the east street with huge grand opening sales. Come on, come on, everyone grab your share!

Brother Mao had just returned to the office after completing his out of office assignment. He didn't even have a minute to spare to put the bag of goodies down, only wiping his sweat before giving said goodies out to everyone.

MC: Thank you, Brother Mao!

Brother Mao waved his hand in dismissal and threw the neatly folded plastic bag into the bin, only for his eyes to suddenly stop on the handle of the door. He incredulously widened his eyes.

Brother Mao: Since when did our door handle get all fixed up?

Li Man'man: No idea. It was already fixed when I came in in the morning.

Hao Shuai: Sister Zheng Lin, did you nag at the administrative department for this?

Zheng Lin: She fixed it. I saw her fiddling around with it when I clocked in this morning.

Zheng Lin retrieved her documents from the photocopier and jerked her chin at me.

Brother Mao: So this is our beloved heroine of the day! Do humbly pardon me!

MC: I'm the one who broke it after all. Plus, it didn't take that long to fix anyway.

Brother Mao poked his head in front of me, curiously twirling the sleeve of the formal dress I was currently fixing up and doing corrections on.

Brother Mao: You're changing it up that much again? You don't have to reply to me, but you're adding these butterflies? That's real creative! ...And they're all made of twisted metal wire?

MC: Yeah. I started out using soft tulle mesh, but it was all droopy and didn't seem very nice for wings that are supposed to look powerful and lively.

Brother Mao: Now not only does this give it a dynamic feel, but also brings about a romantic yet cruel one!

Brother Mao: Not bad, not bad! Keep at it, and you'll definitely be able to finish fixing it up before next week!

MC: But the Deadline got brought forward… She's going to be doing the fitting tomorrow morning, so I have to finish it by today...

Brother Mao: No way! Don't tell me it's that agent again...

He glanced around, checking that no one had their attention turned to us, before leaning down to my ear.

Brother Mao: I asked around about it earlier, and I heard that the agent has a pretty foul temper.

Brother Mao: Not just to the staff, but her daughter as well. She'll start scolding people at the drop of a hat, even if they did nothing!

It felt as if I could hear the piercing and horrid lashing from that day resounding in my ears again. Her words had been ingrained into my very brain like a needle stuck into a pincushion.

Brother Mao: Geez, Lin Yao's such a brilliant kid. What's there for her to be so unhappy about?

Brother Mao: My mom always told me not to blame myself, and that health always comes first, whenever I fail the promotion. She even said that if I couldn't make it big, then I could just go back home and she'd raise me.

MC: I don't know either. Maybe all these feelings we take for granted come on a conditional basis for her, I guess.

He'd stared at the table and spaced out for a long while. It was almost as if he'd retreated into his memory palace as his expression turned a little sad.

Brother Mao: I'll help you twist them into shape too. Just treat it as my way of thanking her for helping us get out of the pickle we found ourselves in that day.

MC: Okay.

Time passed silently, and it wasn't till nightfall that we finished our work. The office had already cleared out a long time ago, and sporadic stars glimmered in the ink-blue sky up above.

Brother Mao: Done!

I nodded at him in gratitude and kept the now completed dress away. That was when a message notification popped up onto my phone screen.

Housing Agent: Miss (Y/n), don't forget that we're supposed to sign the agreement today at 8 PM. Be there or be square!

Brother Mao: What's wrong?

MC: I'm supposed to go check out the new apartment I'm getting with my agent at 8 PM today, and sign the agreement if all goes well.

And the time displayed on my phone right now was… 7:28 PM.

MC: I should run! Thanks for today, Brother Mao! I'll treat you to food next time!

Grabbing my bag and my work ID, I made a mad dash downstairs.

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I thought that I'd make it there right on the dot if I'd left now, but who knew that the taxi-hailing app had 80+ people waiting in line! Seeing as how the app wasn't an option anymore, all I could do was to run to the nearest taxi stand.

MC: Why's it not here yet…?

I paced back and forth at the stand, but no taxi ever made an appearance. Just as my anxiousness was about to reach a tipping point, a black sports car drew to a stop before me. The car's windscreen slowly rolled down.

MC: ...Evan?

Evan: Waiting for a ride? Headed somewhere?

MC: Yeah. I'm going to take a look at an apartment. The place I'm renting right now is too far from here, so it isn't terribly convenient.

Evan: Location?

MC: Guangqi-Century City.

He slightly inclined his head, glancing at his watch before getting out of his car and opening the door to the passenger seat for me.

Evan: Get on. I'll send you there.

★Night Choice: Turn him down

MC: No need. I'd be causing you too much trouble.

Evan leaned his arm atop the door of the car, beaming as he looked at me.

Evan: Not at all.

Evan: Besides, I don't have anything on tonight. On the other hand, you seem like you're in quite the rush.

Evan: It'll be bad if you end up late for it because you dawdled here.

His eyes were filled with such sincerity that it made me feel like I'd be doing him a disservice if I refused.

I eventually nodded, seeing as there was no way I could shimmy myself out of this without feeling bad about it.

MC: Thanks.

☆Light Choice: Accept his offer

I glanced back at the taxi stand. It didn't seem like a taxi was coming anytime soon. And I'd really be late if I didn't get a suitable ride soon…

MC: Thanks. Don't mind if I do then.

8 PM, right on the dot. We reached the entrance of the housing estate where the agent was already waiting.

MC: Here it is. Thank you for this! I'll treat you to a meal someday!

Evan: Sure.

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I hurriedly got out of the car as the two agents quickly rushed up to me upon seeing me.

Agent A: You have a good eye, Miss! This apartment's a hot favourite! 10 over people booked slots to come check it out the moment the listing went up!

Agent B: We've kept this apartment for you till now since you seemed especially keen on it!

Agent A: Let's get the contract agreement signed tonight if there are no problems lest it keeps you up at night!

MC: Sorry, but I'll still have to confirm with you again later. Let's go check the house out first.

Both agents sidled up side by side, enthusiastically explaining and introducing things to me on either side as they urged me forwards.

Thud.

The sound of a door closing behind me made me turn, only to see that Evan hadn't left, and had gotten out of his car.

MC: ?

Evan: I'll go with you.

The agents continued their endless stream of marketing chatter as they pointed out every selling point of the apartment.

Agent A: —And that's all from us. If you sign the agreement contract today, then we can persuade the landlord to give us a little discount...

MC: Okay, then I'll-

Evan: Sorry, but we'll think it through a little more. Could you recommend us some other apartments as well? Sorry about that.

I looked at him in surprise, but he gently shook his head. Hence, I calmed my initial excitement down and turned down their request to have the contract immediately signed.

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The night was already deep into the throes of darkness by the time we returned to the car park.

The riverbank was coloured with streams of yellow light from the streetlamps above in picturesque disorder. I could smell the refreshing scent of blooming greenery that hung in the air.

MC: Was something wrong with the apartment earlier?

Evan: I don't think you'd like to stay in an apartment filled with construction noises, yes?

MC: But I didn't hear anyone renovating anything?

It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized something.

MC: Oh, right. It's nighttime right now, so all the construction workers should be off work by now… Still, how did you know?

Evan: I noticed that there were paint stains at the edge of the neighbouring apartment's door frame upon entering, and it looked rather fresh too.

Evan: Plus, that housing estate was built 10 years ago, yet the elevator has its interiors boarded up with temporary protective boards.

Evan: So, I'd garner that the neighbouring apartment's most likely, not the only one undergoing renovation recently.

MC: I'd never have realized if you didn't point it out…

Evan: And adding on to that, I observed the surroundings a bit when we entered the housing estate and the security personnel stationed nearby seemed rather sparsely spread.

Evan: So it wouldn't be too safe for you to be staying here alone.

MC: Yeah…

Evan continued talking about the pros and cons of the apartment as the enchanting lights from above reflected in his eyes, melding into the smile that wavered within.

MC: You're so knowledgeable when it comes to this. Did you rent an apartment before?

Although, for someone with his family background, he shouldn’t ever need to rent an apartment on his own.

However, Evan nodded, affirming my suspicions.

Evan: I’ve rented a couple of places for my company back when I was in university.

MC: You mean, the company you founded back when you were studying in Lordton?

Evan: You know of it?

MC: I’ve heard of it before! It’s truly a legendary tale!

Evan: Looks like I’ll have to personally clear up the rumours for you then. It wasn’t exactly a smooth experience.

Evan: I, too, encountered a great many difficulties that I hadn’t thought of before during my first time renting an office.

Evan: For example, unreliable agents. The relevant renting procedures never came to pass for a long time due to that.

Evan: Hence, the office wasn’t ready even if all the employees were already in place.

Evan: And another example would be poor property management, with robberies aplenty as a result.

Evan: Also, I had no choice but to take drastic action and relocate the entire office to a new location since I hadn’t initially considered office expansion.

MC: Wow, I never knew that starting a business would be so hard. You’re amazing to have done it!

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Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

[Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Felin Avenue, 199 Street. 1 bedroom and 1 living room. [Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Changle Heights. 1 bedroom and 1 living room.

It was the agent, recommending me a couple more apartments.

[Guangqi Rental] How about any of these?

MC: Now that's way too many…

Evan: You can forward them to me if you don't mind. I can check them out with you.

Evan: I might not be very experienced in this, but nothing will go wrong with having another person to think it through with.

MC: Thank you, Evan.

The night breeze blew past, gently ruffling the loose hairs that had fallen out of place in front of Evan’s forehead.

Evan: We've been talking for so long that I forgot that it's already 9 PM. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything?

MC: I said I'd treat you! How about we do it now?

MC: Is there anything you'd like to eat?

Evan: Just pick anything you want to eat. I'm fine with anything.

MC: Don't say that! I'm going to need a proper answer from you today.

Evan: Alright then. I'd prefer for it to be something cooling, if possible.

MC: Hmm… Something cooling?

I glanced around, my eyes sweeping past the signboards of teahouses, food stalls, fast food outlets… until it finally stopped on an old and aged sign that stood not too far away.

MC: I know! Wait for me for a while!

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MC: Auntie! Can I get two servings of red bean ice and two servings of fruit soup?

Many customers surrounded the small shop. The owner stirred the pot of soft red beans, filling the air with a delectably rich scent of sweetness.

Due to the auntie being the only one manning the store, the demand for the red bean ice far exceeded the available supply. Hence, I had to wait for quite a while before my order finally got done.

Just as I happily took the icy delights from her, the pitter-patter of rain sounded from behind.

The rain came down hard and vicious.

The raindrops that pelted against the roof were akin to silver metal wires, trapping me within the confines of the narrow eaves.

With no other option in sight, I held the two cups of icy treats to my chest using my wrist and freed a hand to shoot Evan a message to inform him of my predicament.

However, before I could fish out my phone… a silhouette had come to a stop before me. He put the umbrella away.

MC: I was just about to ping you. What are you doing here?

Evan didn’t say anything, only smiling gently as he took the icy treats from my arms, quietly standing by my side.

Evan: The rain should cease soon. Let's wait together.

MC: ...Okay.

The curtain of rain secluded us in our own little world, and the puddles, reflecting the neon lights of the signboard above, rippled from the night breeze of summer.

And like a domino effect, this soft and gentle ambience made our moods calmer and much more relaxed in turn.

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

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#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #齐司礼 #Sariel #陆沉 #Evan #查理苏 #Charlie #夏鸣星 #Jesse #For Light and Night

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years ago

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I wish you would write a Spencer imagine where he found out you used to self harm 🥺 I know that it might be too much but I’ve just been really struggling with my own issues these past months

Summary: Reader is afraid that their boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid will run when he sees the darkest parts of them. That theory is put to the test when their boyfriend makes a surprise visit after a case.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / Gender Neutral Reader (I think. I tried my best.)

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst. Fluff.

Content Warning: Mentions of self-harm and scars. Please do not read if these are triggering to you.

A/n: I got this request about 40 minutes ago. This story just poured out of me. You didn’t leave your pronouns in the request, so I tried to make it gender neutral as best I could. I struggle with depression and I struggled with self-harm for years and years. I’m so sorry you’re struggling anon. I hope this brings you even a second of comfort. My inbox is always open. You have people that care about you, my dove.

-- Angel --

It feels silly to say I met the love of my life in a library of all places, but it’s true. My friends always teased me for still going to a public library in the age of e-readers. Don’t get me wrong, I liked my kindle as much as the next person; but there was just something about the feel of a book in your hands, the smell of the ink and the pages. Whenever I was having a hard day, I always went to the library.

I was browsing through the historical fiction section when I literally ran into him. He was bent down looking at the lower shelf and I almost tripped right over him. He reached out to steady me, his hands settling on my hips. I smiled down at him, feeling myself blush; but the smile he gave me was enough to erase all my embarrassment.

He said his name was Dr. Spencer Reid, he was an FBI agent that played chess and liked magic tricks. He never wore matching socks and he wrote letters to his mother once a week.

I was half in love with him by the time he finally asked for my phone number.

In the six weeks I had had him in my life, things had felt both wonderful and terrifying. Because of Spencer’s job, we very rarely got to spend much time together. I worked full time, but he could get called away at a moment’s notice. I always understood; my guy had lives to save.

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him.

Spencer and I had decided to take things slow. He was very nervous around me whenever things got physical. I think he just felt very self-conscious about himself, which was something I could relate to. I didn’t understand what he had to be concerned about though; Spencer was wonderful.

He had called me earlier in the afternoon and told me his case was going to be another day at least. His voice betrayed how tired he truly was. I knew these cases…being near so much darkness wore on him.

The trouble is I was always afraid that he’d see my darkness and decide I wasn’t worth the effort.

I was sitting on my couch, scrolling through social media when I heard a knock at my door. It was already after 8 pm; I wasn’t quite sure who it could be.

“Probably the wrong apartment,” I muttered, making my way across my living room. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was outside the door. I threw the door open without a second thought to what I was wearing or how I looked.

His face lit up when he saw me, his eyes crinkling at the corners while his arms came out to catch me as I ran to him.

“What are you doing here!?” I whisper-yelled against his chest. “You said you were still in Tennessee!”

His warm hands came up to rub my back while he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I know. I lied.” I pulled back to stare at him, my eyebrows pulling down in a frown. “I wanted to surprise you,” my boyfriend said softly. “I missed you.”

I melted at his words. “I missed you too, Spencer.” I pulled him inside my apartment, locking my front door behind us as he made his way over to the couch. “Did you even go by your apartment first?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ in the word while he flopped down on my couch, his long legs spread out in front of him.

A giggle came out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Are you laughing at me, y/n?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dr. Reid,” I said with feigned innocence as I walked over to stand in front of him.

He tried to hold his face in a scowl, but it was no use. “Come here, you.” With that he jerked me down on top of him, looking positively delighted at my reaction to his playfulness. His long hands situated my thighs on either side of his slim hips, before they moved up to up my face. “Hi,” he whispered, pulling my face down to meet his.

His lips brushed over mine softly at first, then his tongue moved against the seam of my lips; a request for me to open for him.

I kissed him back eagerly, forgetting all my reservations. I had missed him so much.

Spencer’s hands slowly started to roam over my body; down my shoulders, then my back, running over my hips before resting on my thighs.

It wasn’t until I felt his hands slide back up my thighs that I froze, pulling away from him.

I wasn’t expecting him, I wasn’t expecting to see anybody tonight. Whenever I was home alone, I always just wore shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

Fuck, fuck. Please no, I thought frantically. I wanted to push his hands away, I wanted to jump off his lap and run into my bedroom and lock the door; but I was paralyzed in fear and shame.

His thumb ran over the crisscrossed scars on my upper thighs before his eyes dropped down. I closed my eyes tightly. I never showed my scars to anyone. Ever. In the few times I’d been intimate with someone, the lights were always off, and I never let them touch my thighs. I was just so happy to see him.

I kept my eyes closed while his other hand moved to my left thigh, finding more scars there. I couldn’t bear to see the revulsion in his eyes that I knew would be there.

“Angel,” he whispered. He’d only called me that nickname a few times before, and it always made my heart ache. “Baby, look at me.”

I pried my eyes open, feeling tears prick in the corners. Part of me wanted to apologize to him, which I knew was ridiculous. That’s the thing about shame and trauma, it twists your mind in all sorts of ways.

His left hand lifted off my right thigh, moving back up to cup my jaw. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered.

“I was afraid.” My voice was thick with tears.

Spencer let out a broken sigh before pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I never cried in front of people, but I couldn’t hold my tears in. I rested my head against his shoulder while the tears came out. Tears that came from years of pain, years of shame, and the pure fear that he would see the darkest part of me and then leave.

His hands rubbed circled up and down my back. “Can you look at me, please?” Once I pulled back to meet his eyes, he spoke again. “I’m so sorry you were ever in pain like this. I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through. And I’m even more sorry that you felt like you needed to hide it from me.”

Those soft hands cupped my face again. “You have to know I love you by now, right Angel? I’ve not been very good at hiding it,” he said, huffing out a self-deprecating laugh.

I was even more stunned at his words, because I didn’t know.

“I love you, y/n. I love every part of you. Even the parts that hurt. I especially love the parts of you that you hate…because they need love the most. So, I’ll love them even when you can’t.”

Spencer Reid broke my heart in that moment. His soft words were earnest, his eyes were clear. I had never felt anything like this before.

“I love you too, Spencer,” I whispered; the tears in my eyes this time were there for a different reason.

He pulled me down to press a soft kiss against my mouth again. “I was hoping you did.”

#anon #request #ask #Spencer Reid imagine #tw: self harm #Spencer Reid / Gender Neutral Reader #Spencer Reid x Reader #Spencer Reid x y/n

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hedgiwithapen · 3 years ago

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How about the Leverage Crew arriving in Central City in time for the that time Barry got accused of murdering DeVoe. Basically, Leverage Crew (Classic or Redeption is your choice) meddling in that plan. Because screw DeVoe. Can be in the same universe as The Central City job, or a brand new AU; your choice.

this one Long The courthouse was packed when a sleek black van pulled up to a loading zone. Nathan Ford turned from the passenger seat. “You all know the play?” “Mm, yup,” Parker said, clipping a badge to her blazer pocket. “The Boston skip.” “It’s not the Boston Skip,” Hardison snapped, fussing with his tie.. “You’re just grumpy because you have to play the lawyer again.” Eliot smirked. “Hey, you said only if it comes to a cross examine, I did my job, if you all do your jobs right and it doesn’t come to that,” Hardison’s voice pitched upwards. “If?” Sophie put on the emergency break. “If? Hardison, I’m hurt.” “Soph,” Nate sighed. “Let it go.” “For now. We’re having words later,” Sophie insisted. “Can we just get this over with?” Eliot asked, maneuvering to take the driver’s seat. “ you know I don’t like us splitting up like this.” “It’ll only be for a bit,” Parker said, squeezing his hand. “ We’ll be fine.” They left the van in twos, first Parker and hardison, briefcase and extraneous computer in hand, and a minute or two later Sophie and Nate followed-- and Nate with a plain folder tucked under his arm. Eliot drove in the direction of the police station, ready for the next phase of the plan. They hadn’t exactly called ahead, but that wasn’t going to be much of a problem. Cisco Ramon was the first to spot them. He goggled a bit. “What are you doing here?” he asked as Hardison approached the bench where Team Flash had congregated. Hardison smiled, knowing the prosecutor was watching. “I came to offer my services,” he said, sending a quick text with a thought. “ Where is Ms Horton?” “Here,” the short woman said, her eyes cutting between the two as Cisco checked his phone. “ Who are you? Cisco, who is--�� Cisco looked up from the message--you didn’t see us coming?-- and relaxed slightly for the first time in weeks. “I’m part of Mr. Allen’s legal team,” Hardison smiled wide. “He’s ok, Cecile,” Cisco vouched. “ He and his, uh, coworkers have helped us in the past. With Z--wait, that was before you. Um.” “My firm helped get Henry Allen some money, after that unfortunate mess. And we’re here to see justice through again.” He hesitated. “ Or pick up where it leaves off,” he said under his breath. Cecile took in a sharp breath. “When did we hire you?” “Uh--” “Cecile, it’s really ok,” Caitlin joined the cluster. “They know about STAR. And apparently about the recent… developments.” “You think we don’t keep tabs on your crazy city? Now, Ms. Horton, as your co-lawyer, we need to discuss strategy. I’ve got some character witnesses I’d like to introduce, some crucial evidence that needs to be submitted, is there an office we might use?” He steered her away, nodding to Parker, deep in conversation with the prosecutor.

“You let that jerk stick around?” Iris jumped when she heard the voice in her ear. Turning she sighed with recognition. “ Lilli--Sophie?” “In the flesh.” She smiled. “I can’t stay long, but Eliot wanted me to ask.” Iris sighed. “If it’s Eliot asking, I guess you mean Harry. He’s been a lot better since Eliot kicked his ass, that’s for sure. And he has been helpful.” “I’m sure,” Sophie sounded anything but sure. “Listen, we’ve got this pretty well handled, but you and your friends may wish to be ready in case of reprisals. Have you upgraded security lately?” “Cisco’s worked on it,” Iris confirmed. “Good. Hardison would love to take a look, later. We’re probably going to be in the area, we’ve had word something’s fishy at that prison of yours.” When Iris opened her mouth Sophie shook her head. “Iron Heights. Point is, we’ll be around should you need anything.” “Thank you for the offer,” Iris said. She shook her head. “ These people are smart, Sophie. Dangerous.” “Not compared to my team,” Sophie smiled. “Save your worry. Look, see? Hardison’s in place, and Parker’s in the wings. I’ve got to go take care of my part. If you see your husband, let him know, will you?” “I-- sure,” Iris said, and she watched as Sophie stood and walked into a crowd. An entirely different person made her way past a bailiff and into the Juror’s box, leaning over to the man beside her and nodding in the direction of the door Barry Allen had just been escorted through. As Iris stood to take his hand across the gap between his seat and the benches, Sophie gave a little nod to the two of them. “It is strange,” the man said. “But I don’t think we’re meant to discuss the case until we’re in the back.” “Of course not,” Sophie said. “I was just thinking about it, is all. If it were a scene in a mystery novel, I’d call it too obvious.” “You do have a point,” the man agreed. “I’m actually a novelist myself.” “You don’t say,” Sophie smiled. “Classic red herring, am I right? And what a story. Two men in the same family accused of nearly identical murders…” She tapped her com, giving a quick signal. Nate was up. “Ah, a quick word?” Nate stepped away from the wall, flagging down Mrs. DeVoe and her companion. “No,” she snapped, putting on what Nate could see was a reasonably convincing mask of Grieving Widow. Convincing to a mark, maybe. But the Mako was right--you can’t con a conman. “Vultures, all of you.” “Oh, I’m not a reporter.” Nate said easily. He nodded to the tall man at Marlize’s Elbow. “Mr. DeVoe, I’m sure you’ll want to hear what I have to say.” He was pleased to see shock cross the face of Dominic Lanse. The man grabbed him by the arm, yanking him into an empty room. Mrs. DeVoe followed, locking it behind her. “Just so you are aware, there is video footage of you dragging me in here,” Nate said in his most helpful voice. “In case you decide to kill me here, probably not your smartest move.” he glanced around. “Private, though. Good.” He gave his signature infuriating grin. “Make this quick,” Clifford said in Dominic’s voice. “Court begins soon.” “Right, well, that’s going to be your problem.” Nate shrugged. “ Let’s skip the pleasantries. I know everything, about your plan at least. Your computer banks! Normal people couldn’t even find them, so you’ve got that going for you, though the security is lacking once you get past that, so B+. I am not Normal People. I have the best hacker in the multiverse, though, so,” he clicked his tongue in mock dismay, “like I said, my team and I --I’m sure you’re trying to think of who we are right now--know everything.” Marlize glanced at her silent watch, frowning. “Oh, no, no, I’m not a meta.” Nate shook his head. “But the thing is, I don’t have to be to destroy you.” “What--” “Again. I know everything, Thinker. Your basement prison, your hidden files, what you want with that satellite… you really shouldn’t have written everything down… twice even.” He fished a small book out of his pocket, and let them see the plain cover. Clifford’s eyes darkened. “That’s mine.” “Yeah, well, I also have the

multiverse’s greatest thief.” “Our home is under police protection and surveillance. There are officers--” “There right now, I’m aware.” Eliot Spencer, clutching a cup of coffee in one hand, flashed a badge at the pair of officers standing by a door. “Any trouble?” “Nope. She just left for the courthouse. Some work, huh? Just standing here.” “Hmm.“ Eliot agreed. “Though I guess if something did happen, the Flash would swoop in.” “Nine times out of ten,” the first officer agreed. “Or one of his buddies. “ “Maybe 8 times,” the second officer shrugged. “ You new?” “Just transferred from Keystone.” Eliot said. “Not so much nonsense there.” “I hear that. Good to have the backup though.” Eliot nodded. “ You do a walk through?” “Uh, no…. Like I said, no trouble, officer-- “Ted Crichton,” Eliot interrupted. “You haven’t walked through? What if someone’s in there, waiting to assault Mrs. DeVoe when she gets back?” “Well, uh, we don’t have a warrant--” “For crying out loud--” Eliot pulled a paper from his pocket. “See? Now let's go. You stay out here. Who has the back-- does no one have the back door? “ The officers hurried inside. “Don’t forget to check the closets,” Eliot called. -- “ Like I said. Best thief. Best hacker. Now, honestly--and you can run the numbers-- your best bet would be to cut your losses right here, right now. You’re already lying on the stand, so say you were coerced into implicating Mr. Allen--if you need someone to blame I do have a list of patsys that really need the jail time. You do that, put your little plan,” he waggled the book “ back in the box or write it up as the next dystopian best seller for High School English classes to dissect for decades to come, and you can walk away from this.” A laugh. “No one will believe anything you say. That book can’t be traced to me, and even if it could be, it doesn’t prove anything. So someone thinks I’m a supervillain. I’m dead. You have nothing that proves Mr. Allen innocent. You’re out of your mind, Mr. Ford.” “Oh good, you know who I am. Think a little harder.” “As threats go, it’s half baked,” Marlize challenged. “What are you going to do if we refuse? Break Allen out of jail so he can be a fugitive? He’d never go along with it. And the Flash can’t stop us.” “I’d run those numbers again, you’ve left out quite a few variables. But no.” “No?” “If you refuse, if you keep up your little game, lie on the stand, sell that sob story, maybe you're right and the Flash can’t stop you. But he doesn’t need to. I’ll destroy you.” “You.” It was not a question. “For someone claiming to be the smartest man in the world, I’m a bit worried about your memory. I said it already--I’m not here alone. But be my guest. Tell your lies. Right about now the Jury is thinking about what an embarrassment to the city Henry Allen’s trial was and how closely this resembles it… the similarities, the way the timelines don’t quite match up… “ “Really? You’re trying to convince the jury to ignore evidence and go with their hearts? A pathos appeal? That’s not going to work. There’s less than a 3% chance of that even ending in a mistrial, much less acquittal.” “I’m sure that’s what your numbers said,” Nate smiled yet again, this time sharklike. “Cute. I bet you think it’s difficult to get assigned jury duty. “ “It-- we checked all the names. We know--” “You know who they are, yes, yes. But you don’t know who we are. Another sloppy mistake. Now, the jury’s, you're right, not a total slam dunk. So, right now the prosecutor is getting word of some new evidence from a very well respected FBI agent about how helpful the Flash and Mr Allen have both been in assisting with a case against a known human trafficker--you know her, Ammunet Black. The one you bought your puppet from. FBI picked her up…mmm, ten minutes ago? And she had some very interesting things to say. You can guess what they were. Add to that the evidence--” “What evidence?” “The wire transfers between you and Ms. Black. In December and a few days ago. We didn’t even have to fake that first one, but even if the second

one looks a little fishy, the fact that--” “Nate, we got him,” crackled Eliot’s voice in his ear. “--the police just found a metahuman locked in your hall closet--Weeper, I think is what Ms. Black called him-- should make things clear. He wasn’t thrilled about having to stick around much longer but your basement is pretty hard for normal people to find so we had to nudge that a bit. But hey, you’re all for planting evidence. Anyways, court’s in ten minutes…. but the police will be arresting you in about three, if my math’s right-- care to check?-- so I can make this very quick. We have video of you threatening the Flash, holding him prisoner the same night as that wire transfer, proof of Dominic’s powers and sale--my hacker thanks you for all those cameras and bugs, by the way, made his job much easier-- and you add that all up and it sure looks like you got upset at the Flash and Allen for poking into your meta trafficking and decided a frame up was in order.” Nate hefted the folder, “and then there’s this.” “And what,” Marlize asked, shaking with rage, “ is that?” “A copy of files that will be delivered to the FBI, NSA and Dean of Husdson University if you don’t admit to the frame up.” Nate said, thumbing through them. “Proof that you, Mrs. DeVoe, fed information to certain entities across Africa and the Middle East where you were doing your research and aid work to assist in their terror attacks and human trafficking--ties in quite nicely to your work with Ammunet, if I do say so myself. And proof that the “late” Mr. DeVoe plagiarized his thesis, his dissertation, even the syllabi for his classes.” “Lies. No one will believe any of--” “Oh, it’s all very well forged. Except for the bit about the Syllabi. For shame.” Nate tutted. “And part of the dissertation. Can they take away a PH.d posthumously? Anyways, even if it wasn’t, do you really think that no one would believe a man who thinks that giving everyone on the planet late stage Alzheimer’s is going to solve famine and illness? What kind of legitimate history teacher doesn’t know about cholera or the effects of the agricultural revolution? Every lie has a kernel of truth to it.” Nate glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, that certainly was enlightening. And before you decide to simply kill me, run your little calculations with one more variable: Eliot Spencer.” DeVoe’s brow furrowed and what little color he had drained from his face. “ That’s what I thought. Three.. Two.. one.” Nate raised his voice. “ Help! I’m in here!” The door crashed from its hinges. “The Gloat is the best part,” Parker, FBI badge swinging, put an arm over Barry’s shoulders. He stood with Iris next to her and Eliot as the DeVoes were hauled away. “You know, I think I might have to agree,” Iris said, squeezing Barry’s hand. “Or second best, at least,” she added meaningfully. “So… what now?” Joe asked. “I mean, there’s still… the red tape, but… do we need to be worried? Don’t they still have--” “Oh, that sick chair and computer set up?” Hardison asked with a smirk. “I want it.” Harry announced. “When did you get here?” Hardison asked, affronted. -- Parker held up her badge as she pushed the crate up a ramp into Lucille. “Special Agent Hagen! Let me help you with that,” Agent McSweeten said, taking the dolley handle from her. Parker beamed, patting the side, careful not to dislodge the panel on the side. “Thanks!” -- “Anyways, you can’t just call dibs. You’re too late,” Hardison added, giving Parker a fistbump. “We stole it.”

#dammit hedgi day 2021 #leverage #the central city job #the flash

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gravegroves · 4 years ago

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Can I ask about 2 and 8 for the wip tag game?

I've already talked about 8 (search #tag game in my tags and you'll find it).

But omg thank you for asking about 2!!

2. Like a Bat Out of Hell, Indiana

Oh man, oh man. This. This right here? This is my baby. My precious. The one I wrote so self indulgently that even if no one else likes it, I LIKE IT. And I'm completely okay with that.

El and Hopper fail at closing the gate at the end of s2, Billy appears at the Byers' house just in time and so begins a mad dash across the country, trying to outrun the end of the fucking world.

Tw: death (no one we care about though)

Excerpt:

The sound of a car roaring into the driveway has Steve's heart crashing up into his throat and they all turn to watch as headlights dance across the living room walls, sharp and blinding, like a goddamn beacon of hope.

And Steve doesn't have time to think about why the deep rumbling of the engine sounds so familiar.

He moves the kids now or they die.

"Get to the car, now!" Steve screams, just as the window at the end of the hall explodes inward.

Max gets to the door first and tears out of the house, sprinting toward the high beam lights with the boys hot on her heels.

"Billy!" She screams and goddamnit she can't mean--

She reaches the car, yanks the passenger side door open and pushes the front seat forward, shoving Dustin, Mike and Lucas into the back before diving in herself, righting the front seat in a practised move just in time for Steve to jump in after her.

And yep. There he is.

Hargrove's expression would be hilarious if they weren't seconds away from being overrun by a horde of carnivorous monster dogs.

"What the fuck do you losers think you're doing?!" Billy roars, eyes bugging slightly when he recognises Steve.

"Harrington?!"

Steve grabs him by the collar and screams into his face: "Just fucking drive!"

A loud crash has them both snapping their heads to the side just in time to watch as a hundred Demodogs or more come rushing out from behind the Byers' house, heading straight for them.

Without another word, Billy yanks the car into reverse and accelerates before hitting the breaks. Steve's stomach swoops as their momentum lets the wheels slide over the gravel to land perfectly on the road.

He grabs Billy's arm, yanks on it like it might shake some urgency into him.

"Hargrove, go!"

"Seatbelts! Get the seatbelts" Max yells at the others.

That's what she's worried about? Steve thinks, even as he reaches over his shoulder to strap himself in.

Then Billy puts the car into gear and guns it forward and they go from 0 to 70 mph in ten seconds flat, zooming down old, twisting back roads and Steve honestly can't believe that Hargrove's insane, wannabe NASCAR driving is gonna be what saves their asses tonight.

"What the hell are you doing all the way out here with my sister, huh?" Billy yells, taking his eyes off the road to look over at him and Steve might seriously have a fucking heart attack.

"Eyes on the road!" He exclaims, foot searching the footwell for a break pedal that isn't there, "For real, man? You want to do this now?!"

"Or you can get out and fucking walk, amigo," Billy snarls, swerving around another Demodog leaping for the hood of his car, "What the hell is up with these dogs?"

"Billy, stop it! Can you jus-- look out!" Max shrieks, her arm shooting between them to point straight ahead and the kids all begin yelling as the flower-in-bloom-faced ugly fuck grows larger in the windscreen at an alarming speed.

Smooth as butter, Billy avoids the gaping creature in their path, not taking his foot off the accelerator for even a second. Steve's heart beats a drum solo against his adam's apple. His fingers feel fused to the edges of the seat, holding on for dear life.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?" Billy turns to look behind him and Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw hurts, barely restraining himself from yanking Billy around to face forward again.

"Hargrove, I swear to God--"

"Oh god, look."

Steve turns his head the slightest amount to see Lucas pointing out of the window at the treeline to their right.

Demodogs.

Lots of them.

So many slimy, greyish bodies that the forest floor has all but disappeared and transformed into a churning sea of dark, slick oil.

More worryingly, they're all running in the same direction as the Camaro.

Fuck.

"What the…" Billy falters when he looks out of the window at the treeline, then seems to shake it off, placing his undivided attention back on the road for once.

He speeds up to pass a whole group of the beasts trying to cross to the other side, narrowly misses being cut off entirely by the mass of Demodog bodies. Steve releases a hand from the seat only to clutch at the grab handle on the door. He closes his eyes, swears he can feel his stomach fall out of his ass when the wheels on his side of the car lift into the air for half a beat.

"Shit, we're gonna die!" Dustin wails, voice wobbly as Billy jerks the wheel again to avoid a creature charging straight for them. If the kids weren't already packed in like sardines they'd be sliding around back there, seatbelt or no. "We're definitely gonna die! This psycho is gonna kill us before the monsters do!"

Billy scowls into the rear-view mirror and grits out "Hey kid, you're welcome to get out and walk."

"You literally tried to run us off the road a week ago--"

"Not the time, Dustin!" Max snaps and shushes him.

"We need to get to the gate!" Mike blurts out, leaning forward to speak directly at Steve. Demanding. "We need to help El!"

Steve doesn't even have the faintest idea of how to begin doing any of that.

"Dude, we can't just go back there, are you crazy--" Lucas pulls him back and they continue to argue in harsh whispers.

"If you losers don't shut the fuck up, I'll crash this goddamn car just so I can take you all with me." Billy barks, knuckles white on the wheel.

"Oh my god, see! What did I tell you?" Dustin exclaims, "He's dangerous, Steve!"

Yeah, well, he's all that we've got, Steve doesn’t say. "Shut up, Dustin."

They turn into the first proper residential street and Billy misses a tree by an inch as he tries to avoid colliding with five demodogs hunched over something on the road.

Oh god, was that a body?

"Harrington, where the fuck am I going?"

Steve closes his eyes, overwhelmed and completely out of his depth. They might have been the B team, but there hadn't actually been a plan B--

"Fuck, fuck! I don't know--"

"Billy," Max pleads, voice shaky with terror, silencing them all, "My mom…"

Billy sighs explosively before turning down a side street, barely slowing down.

"Shit."

*****

It's not just Max's mom, but Dustin's mom, too. Lucas's family. Mike's family.

They reach Old Cherry Road first and Billy barely allows the car to come to a full stop, Demodogs further down the street are taking notice of them already, stalking forward, mouths blooming excitedly. Steve eyes them warily until a garbled oh fuck from the back seat draws his attention to the other side of the street and--

It's bad.

The porch light sets the stage for a grizzly scene at the Hargrove residence. A woman lies directly beneath it, like the opening shot to a fucked up play, her head of red hair spilling over the top step.

She's very obviously dead. Steve can see where she must have tripped on the welcome rug -- awkwardly stiff and upturned between her feet -- and he can only hope she got knocked out in the fall and didn't feel a thing that came after. There isn't much left between her head and her knees except for a dark patch of gøre.

The headless body of a man lies slumped against a truck parked in the driveway, one arm stuck through the open car door, half torn off within his jacket. Blood still running down the concrete incline, pooling in the roadside gutter.

"Oh, you Bastard," Billy spits, barely a whisper.

The longer Steve stares, the more horrifying the scene becomes.

He doesn't want Max to see this. Or Billy.

Max doesn't make a sound.

Billy slams his fist against the steering wheel a couple of times, then peels away from the curb before the Demodogs can get too close.

*****

Dustin's house is dark. There's no car in the driveway.

"I told her Mews had been seen in Loch Nora. She must still be out looking..." Dustin trails off quietly. Shellshocked.

It's almost midnight. Steve doubts she's still out looking for a cat. And if she is...

"I wanted to keep her out of the way."

No one says anything.

They drive.

*****

The Sinclair house is dark, too, no lights on except for the motion sensor activated ones over the empty carport.

Billy doesn't bother slowing down. The area is absolutely swarming with creatures already.

"It's so late. Where..." Lucas falters, scanning the houses they pass, like he made a mistake and his home will appear any minute now. "Where did they go?"

"I'm sure they're okay, man," Steve tries, but it feels flat, false, "If they're in a car they could make it out. Your mom too, Dustin."

Billy grimaces, but says nothing.

"What?" Steve demands.

"I was just here looking for Max. They were home."

He keeps a laser focus on the road now, on avoiding the monsters spilling out onto their path, growling when he's forced to change down a gear before aggressively working his way up in speed once more, jaw clenched tight.

"You probably caught them on their way out." Steve insists.

Billy looks doubtful, but he nods anyway. Neither of them enough of an asshole to take a kid's hopes away like that.

They move on.

*****

"Let me out," Mike says, quietly. Trembling. Hands pushing against the back of Steve's seat like he'll be able to bend it out of the way through sheer force of will.

No one moves.

The front door to the Wheeler home is open, door splintered where the deadbolt held, but the wood didn't. The car is parked in the carport. All the lights are on.

Karen Wheeler's corpse lies forgotten and half devoured on the front lawn.

In the driveway, a tiny yellow sock lies next to bloody drag marks disappearing into the grass--

Oh god...

"Let me out."

Steve's lips move, but he can't seem to draw breath enough to produce sound..

Billy seems to shake himself out of a daze, takes a deep breath beside him. "Nah, kid."

And Mike just snaps.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" He screams, punching and kicking the seat in front of him.

Steve leans forward out of the seat and puts his head in his hands.

"Let me out! LET ME OUT!" Mike shrieks, begs.

"No." Billy says again, evenly.

Mike's voice breaks on a wordless scream.

Steve wants to do his own bit of kicking and screaming, but someone needs to keep their fucking head in the game or they're all going to end up dead.

By some twisted turn of fate that someone is turning out to be Billy fucking Hargrove.

Hysterically, he remembers hearing about Billy abandoning Carla Green to walk home alone from the quarry after she'd scratched the Camaro's dashboard with her fake nails by accident.

Mike kicks the back of the seat again. Billy says nothing.

All the kids are crying, now.

Mike's screams eventually taper off into babbling sobs and Dustin does his best to comfort him through his own half-choked cries. Lucas is whispering to a sobbing Max, his own breaths hitching and heaving uncontrollably, on the edge of breaking.

Steve's eyes sting, hidden behind his hands.

He lifts his head up and glances over at Billy, still tracking the side of the road, the edge of the trees. He looks so normal that it almost throws Steve for a loop. He wants to grab Billy by the collar again. Shake him. Scream: what part of this aren't you getting?

"The fuck is going on?" Billy hisses, almost to himself and oh, right.

"Later," Steve promises, hoarsely, digs the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough to see stars.

"You know what they are?"

"Yeah." Steve says after a great deal of swallowing past the lump in his throat.

If Hargrove's voice betrays even a hint of emotion Steve knows he's gonna fucking lose it. Luckily, the guy keeps his shit together so Steve can keep a lid on his.

"You know what kills them?" Billy continues.

"Heat," Dustin says, voice thick, "And, like, bullets."

Billy nods, "Alright, how warm are we talking?"

"They don't like warm weather or daylight, but I don't think it kills them. Weakens them, maybe. Sends them underground."

"Fire will." Steve says, pulling at his hair until it hurts, dragging himself out of foggy despair and into the present where he's needed. He accidentally runs his gaze past Karen's body and tries not to dry-heave.

Mike is still crying behind him and god fuck, they should get out of here. The kid shouldn't be seeing this.

"Where do we go?" Max whispers, like she read his mind. She sounds as lost as Steve feels.

Billy revs the engine and turns to Steve, "Any requests?"

Steve thinks about the huge empty house waiting for him, a gaping nightmare at the edge of the woods. He balks at the thought.

Where the fuck do we go?

"Just get us out of Hawkins."

#anon ask #tag game #my precious #gravegroves writes #harringrove

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sokkascroptop · 5 years ago

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 8

part 1 | part 7 | part 9

A/N: seems a bit anticlimactic when we all knew it was going to happen. I hope y/n learns that she isn’t the burden. Anyways, here it is.

Y/N bit her lip to stifle a snicker, she heard Azula do the same on her right. Y/N felt a twinge of sadness for what she had done. Here she was, laughing with her friends like she’d done nothing wrong.

The Earth King had welcomed the four of you, no questions asked, into his court. The disguises were working and for once it felt like things were going in your favor. Y/N knelt at the foot of his throne with Azula, Mai and Ty Lee, as King Kuei recounted all that happened. Y/N had to admit, he was a little dramatic as he gestured around wildly, so much that he was constantly pushing his glasses up his nose. Y/N was surprised the bear didn’t take his hand off when he came too close.

“You couldn’t have come at a better time. My most trusted advisor Long Feng and his Dai Li agents tried to take control of Ba Sing Se from me.”

Azula shook her head. “It’s terrible when you can’t trust the people who are closest to you.”

Blood rushed in Y/N’s ears like the thumping of drums. Surely Azula wasn’t talking about her? Right? No. No, she didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Y/N was careful when she gave Suki that fan. It was just a coincidence that The Earth King had just been betrayed by his long time friend and close confidant at the same time that Y/N had done the same thing to Azula...

“–luckily the rest of the Dai Li are absolutely loyal to me, and we haven’t had a problem.” Kuei leaned over to pet his bear on the head. “Isn’t that right, Bosco?” he placed a kiss on the bear’s nose.

“Ew,” Mai muttered beside her.

---

The Earth King gave the girls a separate house to stay in while they were there. It was next door to the palace but Azula was happy for it; it was outside of any prying eyes and ears there might be.

Ty Lee and Mai were seated at the large vanity cleaning their faces of the thick greasepaint. Y/N was on the balcony looking at the stars, and Azula was pacing and plotting behind her. Their faces were already scrubbed bare, having raced to the mirrors first.

“We have come across an extraordinary opportunity girls.” Azula drawled as she approached Y/N.

“Mai finally gets to wear makeup that not totally depressing?” Ty Lee giggled.

“Ha. Ha.” Mai glared at her and then held her cloth out to Y/N. “Please come get this off my face.” She demanded. Rings of black circled her eyes and she still had white paint on the tip of her nose. Y/N brushed past Azula–who went to stand where Y/N was before and wiped gently under Mai’s eyes.

“I’m talking about conquering the whole Earth Kingdom,” Azula said as she stared out at the palace grounds. All three girls jerked their heads around to stare at her.

“For a hundred years, the Fire Nation has hammered away at the walls of Ba Sing Se from the outside. But now we’re on the inside and we can take it by ourselves.”

“Gosh, you’re so confident. I really admire that about you.” Ty Lee gushed. Mai and Y/N looked at each other and simultaneously rolled their eyes.

Azula continued. “From the inside we’re in the perfect position to organize a coup and overthrow the Earth King. The key is the Dai Li. Who ever controls the Dai Li, controls Ba Sing Se.”

“How do you know?” Y/N asked. She reached for Mai’s chin and continued wiping her face.

“The Dai Li work as a team. They wouldn’t be divided in who they were loyal to. I bet that Long Feng still controls them from prison.”

“So what’s your plan?” Mai asked.

“Glad you asked.” Azula’s gold eyes glinted dangerously in the light.

---

Ty Lee and Mai both had said good night and went their rooms about a hour ago. But Y/N couldn’t make herself get up and leave. She laid on the floor of Azula’s room on her back, staring at the wooden beams above her. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how much she wanted to sleep in a bed, once her head hit the pillow, sleep would evade her. Guilt would poke at her until her head ached and the sun was rising.

She wished she had a way out. A way to leave Azula and the girls and go back home without getting in trouble, but she knew couldn’t have both. She couldn’t leave and still be friends with them. There way no easy way for her to tell them either. The only way she could leave is if she snuck away.

“I appreciate you coming with me,” Azula said from the balcony. She rested her head on her hands and looked out at the earth kingdom, land that she was about to claim for the Fire Nation.

“I wasn’t aware I had a choice in coming.” Y/N replied.

“You didn’t. Still. It’s much better to be doing this with friends at my side.”

“Yeah,” was all Y/N said.

“I trust you, explicitly.” Azula turned from the balcony and towered over Y/N.

Y/N rolled to her feet. “Yeah?” She was taller than Azula, but she always felt like she was looking up to the younger girl. There was a little skip in Y/N’s heartbeat. That... was unexpected.

“I know that you would do anything I asked you for.”

“Azula I–” Y/N bit her lip. She held back everything she wanted to come flowing out of her. Azula, I’m leaving. Azula, I’m sorry. Azula, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Azula, I love you.

Instead Y/N asked something safer, but had the same heaviness about it. “Azula, why does everything fall to you? To us?”

“Because whose else could do it?” Azula narrowed her eyes. “Zuko is a failure. Iroh is a failure. Everyone fails. Except for me. Taking Ba Sing Se will be the first of many victories I will take in my father’s name.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say to that. She just nodded like she understood. She kind of did, her father always needed proof that she was good enough too. But he was nothing like Ozai.

Y/N packed her bags that night. She didn’t have much, just a few changes of clothes, her sword and her armor. And then she sat there. All night, awake staring at nothing until her eyes burned with sleeplessness; until the sun peeked over the horizon.

Then she painted her face and got dressed in the Kyoshi warrior dress and pretended that she didn’t mean to leave at all. Because that was just who she was.

Y/N was a coward. And she hated herself for it. She could feel her soul being ripped apart at the idea of staying. But she wasn’t strong enough to stand up for herself and she wasn’t strong enough to leave. She was loyal to Azula. So she was going to do the only thing she knew how to at this point, and it was conform; obey.

Hearing what Azula had to say last night made her feel worse that ever. Azula had said she trusted her, and that meant a lot. She sometimes showed that she lay trust in Y/N, but telling her? Someone who was normally so headstrong and independent admitting that she was putting her faith into Y/N; she could tell it was difficult for Azula to admit.

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They sat in the throne room laughing. Their plan was going to work. The Dai Li had heard Mai and Ty Lee talk about being from the Fire Nation while Azula and Y/N hid in the shadows. They slunk off to tell their boss quickly after that. Azula was going to take Ba Sing Se for the Fire Nation and Y/N couldn’t say she wasn’t happy for her friend. This was something that her father would be proud of. Y/N’s dad would be proud too, and if he told her that, Y/N was sure that she wouldn’t stop smiling for a week.

It felt weird to follow along with their plan and laugh and joke but she cared for these girls. There was no doubt about that. They were her family, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt them. She had pushed away that pesky guilt before, she could do it again for their sake.

The door opened with a bang. The watertribe girl they’d been after, came running in, a flying lemur was perched on her shoulder, chattering noisily.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Suki!” the waterbender was looking directly at her. Y/N touched Suki’s headband self-consciously.

“Something terrible is going on. The Fire Nation has infiltrated the city. I just saw Prince Zuko and his uncle! We have to tell the Earth King right away!”

Y/N let in a sharp intake of breath. Zuko was in the city? Iroh was alive? She looked to Azula who was already walking towards the girl.

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll be sure to let him know.”

Something changed in the girl’s face. She didn’t look comforted by the sight of them anymore, she looked scared. Something about Azula had tipped her off that they weren’t the real Kyoshi warriors. She turned like she was going to make a break for the door but Ty Lee was already there, chi blocking her.

The waterbender fell to her knees in front of them, her arms hanging limply, and uselessly at her sides. The flying lemur had taken off, leaving at the first sight of danger.

“So Zu-zu’s in the city too? I think it’s time for a family reunion.” Azula stood over the girl. “So while we’re dealing with Uncle and Zuko. What are we going to do with you? Y/N?”

“Yes?” Y/N stepped forward and stood next to Azula. The watertribe girl gave her a look that could kill.

“I want you to kill her,” Azula murmured.

“What?!” Y/N looked at her incredulously. That was not something that Y/N would do.

“ I want the Avatar, not some water tribe savage. She is in my way. Take out your sword, and do as I tell you.” Azula was amused even as she said it.

Y/N wanted to drop to her knees. Azula knew. She had to know everything. Y/N was not a master at lying, she never had been but she thought she was hiding her torment well enough. As the realization dawned on Y/N’s face, a smile lifted on Azula’s.

“Don’t be so caught up on the killing part, Y/N.” Azula reached up to touch Y/N cheek but she jerked away. “You already killed all of those Kyoshi warriors.”

A tear slipped down Y/N cheek. “No…”

“You thought I didn’t know about that?” Azula threw her head back and laughed. “I know everything about you. I know when you’re nervous, when you’re scared. You haven’t been able to look at me since. It was obvious.” She pointed at the water tribe girl. “So do what you’re meant to do and maybe I can find the strength to forgive what you’ve done.”

Y/N didn’t know what Azula expected her to do. This was never part of the plan. None of this was. These were all just schemes that Azula made up along the way to give her something to win at. If this is what loyalty was, Y/N didn’t want that. This was not something you asked of your friends. This was a game to Azula. A test to see the kind of person Y/N could be. And Azula acted like she already knew the answer.

“No.”

“What?” Azula growled. Y/N had shocked Azula and herself. She had shocked everyone in the room. Y/N was Azula’s lap-dog. She didn’t tell her no, nobody did.

She couldn’t force herself to do it, not for anything. The alarm bells that had been tinkling before, were ringing full force in her ears now. “I won’t kill someone that doesn’t deserve it. It’s not right.”

“I’m not asking for your opinion on the morality of murder. You need to learn your place!” Azula’s voice was dangerously calm. It was worse than if she had been shooting flames at her.

Y/N was the complete opposite. She was enraged that Azula would even suggest she kill for her. “If this is my place, then I don’t want it! I don’t want this! We were the ones who attacked them in Omashu. We have been chasing them. They have only defended themselves against us. I think that makes us the bad guys, Azula!” Everything was spilling out now. “If you want her dead, you can kill her yourself.”

“Where do your loyalties lie?” She asked it slowly, mockingly, through her gritted teeth. It was her. It had always been her. Except for now it wasn’t.

“They used to lie with you.”

Smoke rolled out of Azula’s nose as she tried to control her breathing. Control was what she was all about. Controlling those around her but also controlling herself. She’d never let anyone know that she was spiraling because of the words that came out of Y/N’s mouth.

Azula never took her gold, piercing eyes off of Y/N. “Mai, take her sword. Ty Lee, get the Dai Li and have them escort the savage and the traitor to the crystal caves below the palace.” Her voice shook with anger.

“You were my friend,” Azula spat in Y/N’s face.

“Friends don’t order their friends around like their personal guard.” Y/N wasn’t sure where the surge of confidence came from.

“I chose you. You betrayed me.” And Y/N thought Azula might cry there in front of her. That word–chose–used to mean so much to Y/N. It used to feel special, Azula never used it to describe anyone else. Now, Y/N knew why. Now, it just felt like an insult, a kick while she was down.

“I choose me.”

Y/N didn’t look away. Not like she might have done a few months ago. Not when Mai stripped the belt that held her sheathed sword off of her, not when she forced her to kneel in front of Azula like she was a prisoner and not an old friend who had come to her senses. Y/N was done. She was free. But now she felt more trapped than ever. What had she just done?

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A/N: I added some things this morning. I think I’ve read it so much that words have lost all meaning. I hope you like it! ❤️

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