#THE SENSE OF SHAME I HAVE IN MY IMPATIENT ASS I’M EXPERIENCING RIGHT NOW

[hell0jon]

Was scrolling through the tmagp vague tag and someone said ‘major spoilers under the cut for tmagp 17’ and my asinine dumb foolish idiotic moronic obtuse brainless ignorant fatuous unintelligent impatient fucking failure of an ass did not listen

oh man

[levworship]

Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Nie Huaisang having fainted in the Nightless city, he is left behind when the escape happens. As punishment for the group, and to make up for the shame, Wen Chao tosses his in the Burial Mounds. Who could have known the usueless Nie second master had such an incredible talent at resentment, and how to wield it? (Yilling Patriarch! Nie huaisang)

Wei Wuxian’s back hurt from the fall.

In fairness, many things hurt from the fall – arms, legs, ass, head – but his back especially.

He sat up, rubbing the place in question, thinking that it was a good thing that he hadn’t broken any bones because he didn’t have a golden core to help heal him, and looked around his new…imminent gravesite. The Burial Mounds wasn’t a place that people left, as a general matter, and he could feel the roiling pulse of resentful energy all around him, threatening to sink under his skin, and without a golden core – well. He’d just have to be extra clever to come up with a way out.

He couldn’t leave Jiang Cheng alone, after all. Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli; they’d be heartbroken if he didn’t come back. He didn’t want them to end up like – well. He just didn’t want them to be upset.

And there was always the matter of getting revenge…

He was just walking around when he saw a sudden burst of movement – a hand shooting out from the misty forest – and he reacted accordingly. Wei Wuxian would like to say that “reacted accordingly” meant that he leapt back in a mature and graceful manner befit of an experienced cultivator, already calculating his next step to fight off whatever horrific creature lingered in the darkness, but actually he jumped straight up into the air and shrieked like a small girl encountering her first ghost.

“Wei-xiong?” the apparition rasped.

Wei Wuxian was holding up his fists, which wasn’t actually going to help him at all – no golden core – but then he realized he’d just been addressed by name, and rather intimately, too. “…do I know you?” he asked, squinting, and the vague silhouette took a step forward into the limited light of the moon.

It was –

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian blurted out. “Nie Huaisang?! You’re Nie Huaisang!”

Nie Huaisang blinked at him. His skin was bleached pale, dark circles smeared under his eyes; he was too skinny and his clothing was in tatters. There was definitely a possibility that he was a ghost.

“Wei-xiong,” he said again, voice hoarse, and swallowed as if trying to moisten it. “What are you doing here?”

“I got kick-dropped here by Wen Chao,” Wei Wuxian said. “What are you doing here? The Wen clan said they executed you after we all escaped! Your brother –”

He stopped.

To say that Nie Mingjue had not reacted well was an understatement.

It was getting to the point that people weren’t saying his name, weren’t even thinking it in connection with loss, less they be tainted with the same pain and madness. And all the while, he insisted that somewhere, somehow, Nie Huaisang was still alive…

They’d all thought he was simply deranged with grief, but apparently, unexpectedly, he was right.

“Wen Chao dropped me here as well,” Nie Huaisang said. “I’ve been scavenging, mostly. There’s some wild potatoes, birds…I’m not strong enough to get out.”

That didn’t sound good.

“How did you survive?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I thought…and Wen Chao definitely thought…there’s so much resentful energy!”

“Oh, that.”

“Yes, that. What did you do?” He reached out and took Nie Huaisang’s hands in his, checking his pulse. There was one, which was good, even if it was sluggish. At least he wasn’t actually a ghost.

Nie Huaisang swayed a little as he stood there.

“Wei-xiong,” he said slowly. “Do you remember back when we were at the Cloud Recesses during one of Teacher Lan’s lectures, and you had that idea about using resentful energy?”

“The time I got kicked out? Sure, I remember it. What about it?”

“You said that resentful energy was energy, too,” Nie Huaisang said. “That it could be used just the same…you were right.”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, then looked around him. “But you cultivate swordsmanship!” To the extent he’d thought about cultivating with resentful energy, he’d thought maybe music, or talismans, or something else to manipulate the energy without actually allowing it to dominate him; he’d dismissed the idea of using orthodox cultivation methods as implausible – or, worse, having been tried and ending up with grotesque results. “How can you wield resentful energy like a sword?”

“Saber.”

“What?”

“I don’t cultivate the sword,” Nie Huaisang said. “I’m Nie. We cultivate the saber.”

“Saber, sword, it’s the same, isn’t it?” Wei Wuxian said impatiently. “One has one side, the other has two, but fundamentally we’re all doing the same thing.”

“No, we’re not,” Nie Huaisang said. “My family’s cultivation…it’s complicated.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is, you’re here now. You can help me.”

“Help you?” Wei Wuxian felt a pain in his belly, right where his golden core had been. “I’m not sure I can. There’s – something you don’t know about, with me. I can’t do what I did before.”

“You’re here now,” Nie Huaisang said again. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Now it was his turn to reach out to grab Wei Wuxian’s arms, his too-thin fingers wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s wrists like he really was the skeletal apparition he’d originally taken him for.

“I have to get out of here, Wei-xiong,” he said, and if his voice was kind then the aura around him was not – and maybe it was the lack of golden core that had slowed Wei Wuxian down, made him not sense it at first, but the aura around him was terrifying, the congealed sludge of grudge and misery of the Burial Mounds in concentrated form, as if this land were his domain and Nie Huaisang its implausible master. “I have to go back to find my brother. He’s worried about me, I’m sure. I have to go back.”

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian said, chilled to the bone. He’d figure something out – there were burial goods all over the Burial Mounds; surely some old lost soul had dropped a dizi somewhere he could use, and he could try out all those ideas about using resentful energy through music, through talismans, through whatever means that wasn’t whatever Nie Huaisang had done that had made him master of the Burial Mounds, bound to it body and soul. “Okay, I’ll help. We’ll get out. I promise.”

“Good,” Nie Huaisang said. “Good.”

[all-about-seggs]

Dropped Façades-

Rating:❌ 18+, Explicit ❌

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x shy! female reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Masturbation, fingering, vaginal sex (on the rougher side)

 A/n: This is a happy!AU where everything is good and nobody dies OKAY?!ಥ_ಥ

Shining bands of morning light filled your vision making you squint from its brilliance but the sunny whether didn’t do much to deter the hazy clouds looming over your sunken heart.

   “ I’m heading off then”, the apathetic tone of your boyfriend’s voice matched his equally deadpan look as he called out to you from the front door.

 Another night of Levi staying over at your place came to a monotonous end. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, your nights have been a predictable cycle of him cooking for you, a few kisses exchanged before bed, that too if he’s feeling generous and then going your separate ways the next day.

Your shyness combined with the intimidating aura of the drill sergeant you were dating held you back everytime the sun went down and the ache in your core begged for attention.

Being an astonishingly disbalanced mix of prim and proper and foul mouthed, Levi didn’t left much to the imagination when it came to his likes and dislikes so you often ended up being what you figured he needed the most.

Be it keeping up with his mandatory cleaning or intervening everytime you know he’s on the cusp of whiplashing his subordinates, you were what placated him and brought serenity in his life.

You thought being in love with him and have it reciprocated would make the entire process as natural as breathing but the longer it went on the more harder it became to get out of your shell. Maybe it’s not the most idealistic phase of your relationship, self sacrifice was afterall, just a pretty word.

And the primary cause of your concern was completely at odds with the noble emotions of the duty you took upon as Levi’s girlfriend.

Lackluster was what the current state of your sex life could’ve been described as if it existed in the fist place. For the first three weeks of your budding relationship, not only work but your internal conflict was getting in the way of your understandable desires. And the fact that even he didn’t tried to make a move on you got you wondering if he was even interested in sex or in you physically.

Pushing the thoughts of potential sexy times with Levi away you walk over to the front door to send him off him, every second of the ten step way filled with the silence of unspoken words.

Even after he left, your stared at the empty place getting more and more annoyed by your own incompetence to speak out. Wanting to distract yourself from your current trail of thoughts you started to think of stuff to do until your laundry basket caught your eye.

There among your clothes laid your boyfriend’s shirt that he wore last light and despite your attempts at talking yourself out of the upcoming urge to play with your untouched pussy you find yourself grabbing the article out of the basket and onto your bed.

Spreading the shirt over your pillow, you take in Levi’s lingering scent. It was an embarrassing sight of considered from a second person’s point of view, creepy even. But right now this was all you had to calm your sexually frustrated self. Lying sideways on the bed you shoved your pants and underwear down your legs to get better access to your core.

As you caressed your clit you thought about how his own fingers would feel, the calloused and roughened tips of his fingers that held more strength than one cannot even imagine, just the thought of those digits entering you and stretching you out fuelled your arousal.

You were sure he could make you cum with his hands in less than half the time it takes you but gosh did you wanted his cock. You wanted to see it, touch it, suck it and choke in it if possible, how it would feel stretching your cunt and hitting that g-spot which made you shiver and scream for more. Thoughts of your pussy being filled to the brim with his girth overtook all five of your senses.

Letting your imagination run rampant your trembling body was practically making the bed creak, not even sensing Levi’s presence even when he was standing next to the bedroom door, arms crossed with a look of utter disdain.

“Have you been spending the past three weeks getting off of your hand?”, his annoyed voice overtaking your soft mewls pulled you back from the edge. Recovering from the initial shock, your naked body splayed out on the bed clammed up under his sharp eyes, thinking it’d be best to not hide your visibly throbbing pussy so you waited for him to continue, face and neck growing hotter by the second in shame and guilt.

   “ I forgot my shirt so I had to come back, but”, eyeing up the spit covered clothing he strutted towards you, “ it seems you’ve already taking a liking to it”.

Now taking a spot right next you, his one arm reached out, taking your chin in between his hand, he gave it a hard tug, to make you face him from an angle that made his callous eyes seem downright frightening.

“Look at that mess. Who do you think is going clean it up? ”, Levi’s voice was almost a hiss, an icy thread crackling along the cold air of your bedroom.

Drooling all over his shirt, you haphazardly started fixing your clothes you pushed yourself in a sitting position.

“I’m- I’m sorry! I’ll clean that up!”, You squeak, searching for some tissues or towel to wipe the fabric and making it a point to avoid eye contact. Watching you panic like he just caught you committing a crime, he heaved a sigh, half exasperated and half amused by your shyness.

His face didn’t give away his thoughts but surprisingly, his words did.

“I wanted you to feel comfortable enough to bring it up”, eyeing at the slick that covered your inner thighs he dropped his gaze to the ground before starting back up, “ but I guess I am partly at fault too for not taking any initiative either”.

“well?, it’s your turn to tell me what you want”, The stiff tone of his voice was offset by the gentle look of his eyes.

All his straightforwardness came to a halt when he saw you sitting there shell shocked. Your dazed look, induced by his unexpected words, became still for a while. Not wanting to be the only one who kept their cards closed you forced yourself to speak.

  “ Then, I want you to stay here……. And”, trailing off you meekly take a hold of his crisp dress shirt, still unable to look at him directly and hoping he’ll get the gist.

The next couple of seconds went by in a flash when your top came off and got thrown to the floor, with him pinning you down, Levi takes off the rest of your cloths and his effortlessly.

With only his boxers on he sat next to you, taking one of your thigh in his firm grip, he spread your legs open. Sharp gaze falling on your already moistened core he wordlessly slipped two of his thick digits inside, making you jolt at the contact.

“Move”, his command seemed both out of place and erotic at the same time, making you struggle a little before finding the right pace.

Back unintentionally arching against the bed you lift your hips, bucking against his hand while he leaned down to bit your nipple, coaxing a cry of pleasure out of you. Your entire body trembled with the sheer amount of effort it took for you to move.

“I saw you move your hips better than this when you were fucking yourself y/n. Faster”, his every word sent pleasant shivers up your spine, making you wonder if you always had such an authority kink. Or if you  were just naturally submissive in front of your deliciously dominant boyfriend.

You rolled your hips faster, gyrating them deeper into his fingers, only for them to be abruptly pulled out, making you feel empty. But in your daze you noted Levi's own impatience when he got off the bed to reach for his pants.

The thumping of your heartbeat filled your ears as you watched him take out a condom from his pant pocket. Revelling in the fact that he too wanted this to happen sooner or later.

Rolling down the latex over his shaft, Levi didn’t wasted a single moment before sliding himself into your sopping wet hole. His length stretched you enough to make you cum on the spot but you wanted him to take you higher so you waited for him to move. Settings his own pace he started plunging in and out of you ruthlessly, filling your senses with both pain and pleasure.

“You- You’re being …Too rough!”, Voice cracking by the force of his thrusts your entire body shifted higher up the bed and for a split second you worried about the state of your bed.

“Well we did decided to be more honest with each other”, with his voice as steady as his hard thrusts, Levi rammed his cock into with an unforgiving pace right off the bat “ and this is my way of doing this”.

It didn’t take him long to hit your sweet spot, your high pitched yelps just confirming his perfect angle and he snapped his hips again and again to reach the depths of your cunt.

The constant pounding of his cock was bringing you closer to your release, the toe curling pleasure just within your reach made you impatient so you bucked your hips to match his movements.

Levi’s pulsating member inside you soon gave you the final push you needed to experience the mind numbing euphoria you wanted for so long and with a few more rolls of his hips you felt him follow right after, with some low grunts of his own.

His muscular body falling on top of your, he breathed in your raw scent, tucking his face in the crook of your sweaty neck and for the first time ever you saw the sight of a disheveled and messy Levi Ackerman.

It was undeniably sexy, the way his bangs stuck to his forehead, body gleaming with a sheen layer of clean sweat. The pleasant fatigue you were experiencing took you in a dreamlike state from which you didn’t wanted to wake up from until,

“Get your ass off of the damn bed and go shower”, abruptly rolling you off of you, Levi’s words are almost like a warning.

“I’ll clean up in here”.

“Wait- what happened to my sweet and gentle aftercare?!”, Feeling a bit dejected you whined as you watched him put on his boxers, the seriousness of his face told you it’s better to just get off the bed without any questions. Your desire to bask in the afterglow of your hot sex coming to a premature end was expected. Yet you couldn’t accept it so this time you let your hesitation go, not wanting to repeat the same cycle of frustration you had experienced a while back.

“Then……..Can I expect some action in the bathroom too?”, biting your lips to hold back your smirk you turn to look at Levi for a response to your obvious attempt to elongated your intimate time together. “what?! Can’t blame me for asking you to make up for the past dry three weeks!”.

“If you behave like a good girl then I’ll give you something in the bathroom too”, not even glancing in your direction, he spoke nonchalantly, making quick work of the dirty sheets.

“ like what, a bath?”, Sceptically eyeing his face you silently hoped you had a longer night ahead.

“You were not the only one who was waiting for this you know”, his uncharacteristically soft voice made you do a double take.

Levi was smiling. But for all his delicate features, his smile was like a knife.

And this was all the confirmation you needed to know he’s gonna wreck you good and long.

[floralseokjin]

The green eyed monster 

⇢ memoirs of a mistake timeline

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin x reader // smut //  2,232 words  

warnings; party/bathroom sex, protected sex, some type of mirror sex, fingering

You pushed the bathroom door open a few inches, impatiently searching for Seokjin in the crowd of bodies that littered the hallway while simultaneously trying to keep undetected. What the fuck were you doing right now? You’d told Seokjin there was no way you’d fuck at a filthy college party ever again, and yet, you were the one initiating it tonight... It was absolutely mortifying, but you just couldn’t think about it. Especially when you saw him emerging through a small group congregated by the stairs, all massive shoulders and handsome face. Damn him. Damn him straight to hell. 

He smirked as he saw your head peeking out the door, steps quickening and you jumped back inside. No one could see this. You didn’t want anyone to know you were having sex with Kim Seokjin. Not even Lina. (Although thankfully she hadn’t joined you tonight.) 

He pushed the door open, casually strolling inside. “Can’t resist me, I see.” He couldn’t help himself, smug look all over his face. 

You scowled. “Lock the door. Now.” Without any objections he listened, turning his back to bolt it closed. “Do you want someone to see us?” You were very aware of your tone, you just couldn’t help it. You were annoyed. At yourself. At this party. At Seokjin... 

“You’re the one demanding me to meet you in a bathroom.” He pointed out, immediately homing in on you. Hands at your hips he backed you up against the sink. He was either really dense or didn’t mind your attitude. You didn’t know which one was worse. 

Ignoring the obvious eyes he was throwing your way, you folded your arms across your chest, nose in the air, refusing to meet his gaze. (If you did, he’d have you bent over in no time, and the thought pissed you off.) “You didn’t tell me you were going to be here tonight.” 

Yumi had dragged you out, like she usually did these days, desperate to see more of the guy she’d recently started dating. It was cute really, but you were getting sick of the lack of sleep. You’d spotted Seokjin almost instantly, laughing and joking around with a bunch of his friends. He’s looked in your direction, given you a tiny smile and that was it. Not that he could do much else. He knew this was a secret between you two. But still... 

“You didn’t tell me,” he countered, finally sensing something was wrong. Maybe– “Are we doing this thing or not? Because I was having fun down there...” 

“Oh, I know you were,” you shot, eyes wide. 

Ding ding! He caught the implication laced in your tone immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you dancing.” 

There was a brief pause and then he burst out into laughter. “I see. You’re jealous.” He gleed, leaning in, his face millimetres from yours. His breath reeked of beer, but somehow that didn’t bother you. “Green eyed monster.” 

You pushed his chest. “I’m not jealous.” 

“Are too.” 

“Am not.” 

So what if you’d seen him dancing with a bunch of different girls throughout the night? You weren’t annoyed because you were jealous, you were annoyed because you and he had a deal. No sleeping with anyone else. You’d been sticking to it. Was he? 

Seokjin smiled, now lacing his arms around your waist as he tilted his head. “I gotta say, I’m touched. Didn’t think you cared about me that much.” 

“I don’t...” You said slowly, unamused. “We have a deal, remember?” 

He rolled his eyes. “I was dancing with a few girls not fucking them.” 

“They want you to fuck them though.” The thought made you a little angry. It wasn’t jealousy though. 

“But I don’t want to fuck them.” He replied, his eyes running down your chest, stopping at the cleavage of your dress. “I want to fuck you... All day, every day.” Giving you a squeeze, he pressed his crotch to yours. “Feel that.” You most definitely could feel it. The bump of his erection. “That’s what you do to me... Got me all hard from just a text. Even with all your griping.” 

You ignored that last bit, too busy softening at his words. The fact he’d gotten hard from the sheer prospect of having sex with you did wonders for your ego. Seokjin ran a hand down your ass, giving one cheek a squeeze, voice soft. He was trying to coax you. You weren’t dumb, but you let him think you were. “You know if I was allowed I’d be dancing with you, right? I really want to dance with you.” He pressed into you, circling his hips, erection growing stiffer. “Grind all over you...” 

You looked up at him, trying your best to keep your expression neutral. “Just fuck me.” 

He had the skirt of your dress up above your hips in no time, his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. “No.” You shook him off. “Just fuck me.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “No prep?” 

You shook your head, letting him pull your underwear down around your knees. He brought two of his fingers towards your entrance, checking if you were wet. “Are you sure? You’re not even wet. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t,” you told him. “I’m getting wet. Just get a condom. You have one, right?” 

He was too busy unzipping his jeans, pulling his dick out of his boxers. This is why you didn’t like having sex at parties. It always felt so... cold. Maybe you’d grown too comfortable having sex at his place. You liked him better naked. 

“Jin. Condom?” You were getting impatient. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting it,” he complained, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. “And before you ask, this is my emergency one. Just in case you jump me around campus or something.” 

You pulled a face. There was way more chance of him jumping you. He initiated sex 90% of the time. Tonight? It was one off. He went to rip the packet open but glanced at you. Outstretching his hand, he grinned. “Put it on for me?” 

“Fine.” You snatched it. He was wasting time. You’d already been in here for ten minutes. The door was bound to get bashed in at some point. 

Ripping it open with your teeth (a dumb thing to do, by the way), you pulled the condom out, pinching the tip to slip it over Seokjin’s cock. He pulsed beneath your hand as you made sure it was secure, looking up to find him staring straight at you, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Turn around.” 

You listened, letting him spin you around by the hips, underwear falling to the floor as you spread your legs a little, letting him have access. He rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance, finding you were now wet. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t point it out surprisingly. 

He pushed in slowly, letting you take him inch by inch. It wasn’t painful, but it was a squeeze. When he started fucking you, he wasn’t fully in but he didn’t seem to mind, bunching your dress up further so he could watch your ass better as it bounced with each thrust. He sucked in some air. “God, you really have the most amazing ass.” 

Looking up, he met your eyes in the sink mirror. Uh oh. Busted. He was instantly grinning. “Enjoying the view?” You’d been watching him the entire time, he just hadn’t noticed up until now, too distracted by your ass. You couldn’t help but moan, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You’d never had sex in a bathroom before. This was new territory but actually, it was pretty exciting. 

“There we go,” Seokjin encouraged, sliding in deeper, all the way, as you got more comfortable. “Start soaking my cock.” 

“Ngh. Jin!” His words got to you, walls squeezing around him. 

He carried on, hands pawing at your ass. “I thought fucking at parties was beneath you?” His tone was goading, as if he was trying to get a bite. “I get it. You want to prove a point.” His thrusts got harder, you held onto the edge of the sink tightly, staring at your own reflection. This was fast becoming one of the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. 

“Shame those girls don’t know about you. Seems like you’d love to rub it in their faces.” 

“That’s... Th-that’s not it at all,” you insisted, voice weak. Fucking Seokjin wasn’t something to be proud of. 

“You want them to know I’m off limits,” he carried on between grunts. He was making you feel so good right now you couldn’t even think to tell him how wrong he was. Not with all these distractions. “You know I only want to fuck you.” 

You melted. Pushing back into him like something desperate. He cupped your ass with one hand, the other holding you tight by the hip. “Fuck. You make me feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking warm and soft. So fucking wet now. I make you wet, don’t I, babe?” 

You both moaned then, making eye contact in the mirror. Seokjin’s cheeks were flushed red, something you’d gotten very used to these past few weeks. You found it oddly endearing.

“You’re getting off on this.” He noted. “Watching me fuck you.” 

“O-of course,” you choked out, biting down on your bottom lip when he started fucking you harder. “Seokjinn–!” 

His hips stuttered, watching you go crazy for him. “Shit. We need to be quick, right?” He got no reply. “I’m gonna cum.” 

If you weren’t so distracted right now you would’ve laughed. He didn’t need to make excuses for himself. Cute. He was close because he was so turned on. Nothing more, nothing less. 

A few moments later his body stiffened, dick rammed inside you as he released into the condom. “Fuck,” he sighed, when it was all said and done, slipping out of you to remove the latex and trash it. (He did have the courtesy to hide it in toilet paper beforehand though.) 

Turning around to face him, he smiled at you, looking a little gooey around the edges. “You look so pretty tonight,” he murmured, your eyes immediately dropping to his mouth. Nope. 

“Wanted to get my hands on you as soon as I saw you.” He leaned in to nuzzle your neck, hands grazing your bare ass. At least this position was safer. 

“You didn’t even say hi.” You almost pouted. It sounded so unlike you. 

He lifted away, looking surprised. At the same time one of his hands travelled forwards, thumb at your clit. “Am I allowed to say hi?” 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, pushing your hips into him. 

“You need to make these rules clearer.” His voice was barely there, distracted as he pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned, your face falling into his chest. It was safer this way. No temptation. 

He pushed a third finger in gently. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “N-no.” 

Going a little faster, you clutched at his t-shirt, thighs beginning to tremble already. Chasing your desperate release you started circling into his thumb, needing the added stimulus to get you off. 

“God. This pussy really can’t get enough,” he muttered, voice strained as he concentrated, snapping his wrist like no tomorrow. 

“Seokjin, I-I...” You couldn’t get your words out, breathing heavily, pleasure intense. 

“Cum, baby.” He purred, the little hairs on the back of your neck shooting up. “Let go and just cum all over my fingers.” 

And you did. With a muffled cry up against his t-shirt, pulsing uncontrollably down below, your back sweaty. 

“You okay?” He asked once he’d pulled out. 

You nodded, lifting your head away. “Yep.” Your voice was a little shaky, which was normal now.

You both soon busied yourself with looking presentable again, moment over. Checking your reflection in the mirror one last time you, you asked him a question curiously. “Did you really mean what you said?” He looked clueless. “About wanting to dance with me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged. 

“Then do it.” 

“Here?” He seemed confused. 

“Yeah. I guess if you just came up behind me and started going for it, I’d probably find it funny and let you continue.” 

Pulling a face, he stepped closer. “Huh? Like some kind of pervert?” 

“No, idiot,” you scoffed. “Just try it out and see what happens.” 

“Okay.” He looked happy. 

“Okay.” You smiled, feeling happy too. “Now leave,” you prompted with a tap to his shoulder. “I’ll follow you out in five minutes.” 

“See you down there.” He walked past you, hand brushing across your waist affectionately. “By the way.” He stopped, turning back to tell you something. “I caught like three different guys trying to hit on you tonight.” 

“What guys?” You asked all confused. What was he going on about? 

He chuckled. “Cute, you’re so clueless.”

He gave your ass a tap. “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting lured away.” 

You refrained an eye roll. “Go!” Yet you were unable to stop yourself from laughing, shaking him away with your hand. 

“I’m goinggg,” he whined, shooting you a parting wink. The nerve. 

You waited until he was gone to let yourself smile, excited to get downstairs. You wanted to go dance. 

With Seokjin.

[bubblyani]

Back for Good

(Jim Davis x Reader)

A Jim Davis One Shot

Movie: Harsh Times (2005) by David Ayer

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol use, Swearing,  Violence and Sexual Content

Word Count: 9k+

Summary: Your spirits are lifted when your older boyfriend Jim Davis returns from the Army for good. As the lovers passionately reunite, you begin to reminisce the first encounter, and the unforgettable event that sealed your fate with Jim, possibly forever.

Author’s Note: One of the fantastic Balehead Accounts on Instagram once posted a photo of Jim Davis with a caption more so along the lines of “…Older boyfriend Jim visiting you at College…”. It was too irresistible to ignore. So this story was born. @tammykelly You are an angel to even show some enthusiasm towards this, even before I started, Thank you for the encouragement ! Hope y’all enjoy!

P.S: If anyone want to be tagged in specific Bale! Character fics please do let me know. And if you wanna be removed from anything NOT BATMAN, please feel free to let me know. I understand completely. 

Three.

It costed three people. Merely three for this nightmare scenario to enter reality.

A tall young man panted fast, his right hand assuming full responsibility for the broken bottle, not to mention the intense bleeding that resulted from it. All the while he stared down at his finished product: a much younger man. He watched the figure groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; as a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head as well, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement. Only in that moment, realization and bitter reality coupled up to surprise the standing man, with a sucker punch.

Which was transparent enough for the young woman beside them, the witness. Violence, Danger, her trembling heart sensed it all. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, never did she flinch. Never did her heart consider retracting from him. On the contrary, she was compelled to trust him even further.

Especially when she sensed complete safety in him, above all others.

“Let’s go”

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 (Present)      

The dusky skies appeared just as serene over South Central Los Angeles as anywhere else in the country, filtering over the streets and the neighborhoods. Cruising through in favorable speed, Mike Alonzo finally took his eyes off the road, permitting them to land on the tall, young man sitting beside him on the passenger seat: his best friend, Jim Davis.

His downcast expression was evident, with his tall frame sunken into the seat. He stared right ahead, while he sipped his bottle of beer in his suit. This posture was nothing short of a surprise for Mike to glance upon. If he had squinted his eyes, he swore he could imagine Jim as the rebellious teenager he once was. Only with a new buzz cut. Otherwise, it seemed that nothing had really changed.

Except it had. Older and forced to be responsible, they were facing times considered very harsh. And Jim just had a taste of it.

“Sorry, dude”

Mike began, looking back at the road. Shaking his head with disbelief, Jim sat up in slow motion as his teeth began to grind.

“Man! Fuck…this...shit!!”

Jim drawled with disappointment, enunciating every word whilst holding up a piece of paper, “I’m so done with this cop hate bullshit!” He added, taking another sip of alcohol. Mike nodded:

“Yeah, dawg. Forget about that! ” He smiled, smacking his friend on his shoulder in a playful demeanor, “Hey, Syl is cooking tonight…You wanna join us, bro?”

The possibility of his girlfriend Sylvia agreeing to this, was at an all time low. Mike was well aware. Yet, he was certain it was a question worth posing to his friend in need.

“Nah, man! I got plans”

Hitting the brakes in front of the stop lights, Mike looked at his friend again with surprise, “Yeah?” He inquired, looking quite pleased. Finally flashing a proud smile, Jim nodded:

“Yep! Gonna go see my woman soon…” he answered. Eyes widening seemed appropriate for Mike at that very moment.

“Yo, No shit!” Mike cried out with excitement, finally stepping on the gas, “The chick from UCLA*? You…you still with her?” He inquired.

“Yeah, Homie! ”

“Dawg!…” laughing with sheer amazement, Mike looked at Jim, “I’m impressed…really” he added, proceeding to chuckle, “Look ‘atchu…my boi Jim....going steady with the fine ass college chick…”

“Whoo!” With his soul finally returning to his body,  Jim howled, “Finer than fine, dawg!”

“Hell yeah!”

Given the state of hyped energy that erupted in the car between the two young men, it would be nearly impossible to guess how sombre it was just before. “So…so…” Mike continued, holding on to the wheel as they kept driving, “… where you gon’meet?”

“Well…actually…” Jim looked at him, licking his lips, “….it’s a surprise” he added with a playful smirk. To which Mike could not help but laugh, “What?” Mike paused, “You didn’t tell her you’re back for good?”

Seeing his friend shake his head like a naughty schoolboy forced him to laugh harder, “Ohohoho!! this is gon be one hell of a reunion, dawg” He added with sheer enthusiasm, “But seriously though, she’s a real good one too, bro…” Mike opinionated, as soon as his laughter died down, “ I mean, even Syl liked her”

“Shit! For real?”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Mike answered immediately,  “And you know Syl, she ain’t easy to please”

Gulping down the remnants of the bottle, Jim exhaled and stared out through the window, “Shit man!” He exclaimed, “I’m really gonna see her again, huh?”

With his tone growing deeper, his eyes began to burn with a flame that could only be categorized as lustful. Sensing the vibe that did not seem so new, Mike chuckled:

“Oh yeah! My homie’s gonna get it tonight! Salud*”

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The buzz, the chatter of young adults was consistent in the hallway outside. It served as background noise when the door of the toilet cubicle burst wide open, spitting a rather young woman out of it with haste. Only then did the mirror managed to identify her: You.

With your hand clutching on to a bra, you let out a relieved sigh. For within a few seconds, your body experienced a new form of liberation. And you managed to savor it on your own in a public ladies washroom. Wearing a soft smile that was easily reflected in the mirror, you stuffed the piece of lingerie into your shoulder handbag.

“Seriously?”

You jumped with a yelp. Being so wrapped around in your own thoughts, you did not even notice Yara, your friend standing there. With her arms folded and eyebrows raised, it was clear that her face was rife with judgement.

“What?” You inquired breathlessly, “Auntie Flo* is about to visit…and the twins were just swelling to …get some parole time” you added with a playful smirk, pointing at your chest with no shame. The curves of your now-freed bosom seemed more visible through your cardigan top, “And fuck! it feels so good” you exclaimed, as you washed your hands. Yara however, scoffed with amusement:

“So you’re saying you were squirming in your seat the whole time to let the puppies out?”

“What? I had to pee too!”

“Well, You could have just left right then!” She insisted with a seeming annoyance, as you grabbed a tissue.

“…and miss Mr. Linney’s Final Notes? Uh uh! No way, bitch!” You waved your index finger with disapproval as you both exited. Students had flooded the hallway by then. Evening lectures at UCLA finally had drawn to a close, and Friday night was about to make its entrance. Youth in all shapes and colors, gathered in bunches all over the campus area, even beside the beautifully lit Royce Hall. Suffice to say, all were relieved to have some time off in the weekend.

“So…you coming, right?”

You looked at Yara upon her casual inquiry with confusion, “For what?”. Scoffing again, this time in disbelief, Yara's eyes widened looking at you: “Dinner?…tonight?”

She stressed, taking a step out of the campus building, “Last week you promised you’ll join me and Chase” with her arms folded and foot tapping on the ground in pure restlessness, she was a clear visual of a loanshark. However, that impatience left her system the moment her eyes fell behind you,“…and speaking of Chase…Baby!”

With her face lit up, her tone grew affectionate as Chase, her boyfriend rushed over to her.

“ ‘sup babe!” The tall, young blonde greeted, pulling his ebony goddess of a girlfriend for a passionate kiss.

Folding your arms, you could not help but avert your eyes. All the while you drew circles with your foot on the ground. Chase and Yara’s relationship certainly was a refreshing one to glimpse upon in the campus premises. You approved of it with sincerity, even when you looked away in awkwardness. It was not on spite. Truthfully, PDA was nothing you disapproved of. You were certainly not envious of the joy they possessed as their lips played with one another, quite similarly to a steamy MTV music video. You merely looked away, for any display of affection was a sheer reminder of him.

It had been months since you last saw him, possibly 6. And constant communication was not exactly convenient for him. Not in his situation. Was he alive and happy? The sheer reminder of gunshots and helicopter whirring forced your heart to race, which was nothing short of new. Granted, you had learnt to ‘compartmentalize’, a term you recently came to knowledge in your psych minor class. Yet, you were young and only human to have those concerns return to haunt you even for a few seconds. The sound of Yara and Chase’s lips smacking urged you to look up. Finally, you thought.

“So?” Yara inquired, casually wiping the smudged lipstick off her face, “You coming?”

Carefree, yet extremely inconsiderate, that was what she exuded. A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach. For oddly enough, the sight of the happy couple managed to drain your energy out tonight. You longed to run away.

“Honestly…” you began with a sigh, “I don’t really feel so good tonigh-”

“¿Qué pasa, guapa?”

   What’s up, gorgeous?  

That voice. That deep, spine tingling tone was a reminder of your mere existence. The tone that tempted every hair in your body to stand at attention. Turning around in a flash, you covered your mouth, shocked to find the person you prayed to see all this time.

“JIM??” You cried out in a muffled tone, “Oh my GOD!!-”

Squealing in pure joy, you sprinted towards Jim Davis before jumping into his arms. Seemingly extremely pleased, Jim let out a hearty laughter. Suddenly the energy you were drained had returned in the form of a shot of adrenaline when he picked you up and spun you around, kissing you without hesitation. And you swore the feel of his lips on yours added a couple of years into your life.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me you were coming back so soon” Breathless, you pointed out when he finally put you down.

“Well, I’m back for good, baby” Jim replied, extending his arms outward with pride. Your eyes widened: “What? You serious?”

“Yep…” he grinned nodding, “Honorably discharged…and all yours”

You sensed his tone morph into a low purr the moment he pulled you close to him. And you would be lying if that did not fill your stomach with butterflies. After ages.

“Umm….”

Yara’s voice emerged. You and Jim turned back, to find her and Chase appearing the most confused, “…you mind telling us who this is…?” She inquired with raised eyebrows.

Finally in realization, you chuckled. For introductions were in order.

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The aromatic scent crept into your nostrils, only to soon disappear out of the lack of attention provided. All the while an uptempo Latin Pop track playing in the background mingled with Yara and Chase’ voices, but unfortunately faded away into mere mumbles. For none of that seemed to be the key focus for you tonight. Not when Jim Davis was around.

Even seated at a crowded Mexican Restaurant, he mattered the most to you. Even when platefuls of delectable Taquitos* were served to the table, your eyes did not leave his irresistible side profile. And when his sense of expertise noticed and his eyes caught your gaze, you were breathless. You wondered if it was the romantic in you surfacing, for all seemed to appear in slow motion. His eyes remained seductive, washing all over you that it was certain your panties might melt and diminish into thin air. Those eyes were truly sorcerous, that your eyes suddenly had lives of their own to the point you could sense their figurative cheeks heat up with heavy blushes. For his eyes, they were proficient in the dirty talk as much as his mouth was. Breathing in his cheap cologne with depth, you suddenly grew aware of his touch, and the fact he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder all this time. Being lost in his eyes was definitely an out-of-body experience.

“Hey!”

Your soul reunited with your frame upon Yara’s call.

“Mmm?” Looking over at the couple sitting across the table, you and Jim were unfazed.

“Aren’t you two gonna eat?” Yara inquired with raised eyebrows while Chase had began to gobble. Her gaze questioned both your sanity. To which you and Jim could not help but chuckle in response. Shaking her head, Yara scoffed:

“It’s so weird…” she began, “…seeing you like this”. Wiping the crumbs off his mouth, Chase joined in with confidence, “Yeah! How did you guys even meet anyways? I mean, no offense but…we never thought she’d be the one…” he stressed, pointing at you, “… to have an older boyfriend who’s a Marine-”

“-Army Ranger” Jim corrected. His gaze and tone was dominant, enough for Chase to wither with intimidation.

“Yeah…” Chase nodded with a gulp, “…what you said…”. You would be lying if you admit you did not enjoy that sight.

“Actually…” you finally began, “We met a year ago” turning to face your boyfriend, “ He was back in LA during his break. We met at a bar”

“Hold up! ” Raising her hand, Yara was wide eyed, “How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Cause this happened a year ago, hun. Calm down” you chuckled, “Actually, this was even before Cin transferred. Hah! you didn’t miss much…Don’t worry” you assured upon seeing Yara’s pout, “It was a small bar, but I loved the Pistos*-I mean…” you paused with a smile, “….the beer there…” Your pause caused Jim to chuckle alongside once again. Safe to say it was a chuckle that encompassed a shared memory. A sweet reminder of your first ever meeting.

“And?…that’s it?” Chase inquired with amusement, with both hands resting on the wooden table, “You both meet at a bar one night and…” he whistled, “…then sparks flew?”

Looking at them both, you could sense the suspicion in their eyes. You longed to answer, however it was not so easy to do so. Pausing, you struggled with a response.

“Absolutely!”

Jim answered for you with nonchalance, while his grip on you tightened. For a split second you both exchanged a gaze of reassurance. And you had never been more relieved. The secret was safe.

“So…”, Turning towards the couple, Jim began, “How did you lovebirds meet then?”

Hesitation was certainly not in Yara’s vocabulary when she offered to speak. Leaving her sight, your eyes darted towards the the chilled beer that Jim placed on the table. You smiled to yourself. They were certainly filled with memories.

Reminiscing your first meeting with Jim Davis, never failed to be exciting every single time. Before Yara ended up in your life, there was Cindy. Noticing your evident sadness due to her surprise transfer to USC*, Cindy was hell bent in comforting you, thus suggesting you join her and her boyfriend Ray for a night out in South Central. You agreed, being desperate enough to spend the final few days with your roommate. Situated at the suburbs, this bar was small, intimate and seemingly inhabited by those who knew Ray, which resulted in a welcoming atmosphere upon arrival. Though the place was mostly filled with gangsters, you did not care for the slightest, when especially you found yourself falling for the unexpected; The beer.

Chilled to perfection, the beer there was unlike any that you had tasted before. And it was certainly a surprise, given they were the usual brands. You could not fathom the refreshing sensation that trickled down your throat with the first sip. That sensation tempted your hips to sway, urged your feet to move in rhythm. All in syncopation with the music that played in the jukebox under the dim lights. Until finally bumping into a man woke you from your intoxication. A man you were fascinated with in an instant:

Jim Luther Davis.

Such a pity that Yara’s gusto-filled story barely reached your ears. For reliving a memory simply seemed sweeter for you. Thus, you continued to do so.

Fortunately, Jim Davis did not end up being a handsome stranger that you simply bumped into, for coincidence had other plans. Especially, when he and Mike Alonzo turned out to be Ray’s mutual older drinking buddies. You were ecstatic. Internally, of course.

With the entire group packed together in the booth table, it was one loud but engaging hangout. Except for you. Somehow you preferred to sit right next to Cindy in silence, being distracted by two things: Beer, and Jim.

Blame the chemicals embedded in your system, for you simply found yourself drawn to him. Truthfully, it did not seem so difficult to begin with. Not when he turned out to be your type in appearance. You found yourself watching him. The manner in which he listened to others with swagger and confidence, the manner in which he held himself ; They all brought a certain air to him. Your attention had pierced through all manner of secrecy that he would occasionally end up catching your gaze. And then you would look away, quick and embarrassed. Though you must admit, it was a game you thoroughly enjoyed playing. But at the same time, you felt idiotic and childish.

“Cat got yo tongue, baby?”

You blinked, looking up. Fabio, one of Ray’s friends threw the query over to your direction, all of the sudden. And with that, the table grew quiet. All the eyes landed on you, except for Jim’s. A surge of embarrassment rushed towards you when awkward silence filled the booth. For you were definitely distracted to the point you did not follow the conversation. With you struggling to form an answer, Fabio snickered:

“Yo Cindy, What’s up with yo friend? She deaf or somethin’?”

“Easy, homie”

Before Cindy could respond, Jim’s quick reply arose. And you swore your eyes caught the sight of his hand ball into a fist as his eyes had grown dark. Oddly enough, that was the comfort you needed right then.

“Don’t mind me, Fabio…” you shrugged with confidence, “I’m just a girl hooked on her Pistos” you said, enunciating the Spanish word before taking another sip. You may have smiled at him, but you knew how much you feigned it. Awkward silence remained intact. But Ray managed to save the night, by changing the topic of conversation. Slightly embarrassed, Fabio shot you a look. All before he leaned towards his friends, muttering some words in Spanish.

“You speak Spanish?”

Jim’s low query made you turn to him.

“N-No…” you answered with nervousness.

“Well…” he began, “…you should” Though his tone was of seriousness, he did not fail to flash you a soft smile that comforted you even further.

Thus, the evening progressed. And you began to notice Jim in much detail. The more you did, you discovered a warmth that seemed to trickle down your heart. For you realized, you would not be able to stop yourself from falling for him. Hard.

You smiled to yourself, relieved Yara still did not know you were drifting away in your head, stuck in a memory.

Unable to stop obsessing over him since that first night, you remembered how you found yourself returning to the same bar the following night, alone.

Stepping into the venue, you suddenly were aware how unprepared you were. Even while placing an order at the bar counter, you remembered covering your mouth with embarrassment. Was this a mistake?

“Hey Baby! ”

Jumping in your barstool, you sighed with annoyance when you realized it was Fabio sneaking up on you.

“Just…” you feigned a chuckle, “Don’t call me baby, okay?”. Evidently ignorant, Fabio seemed to have chosen to stay. To your dismay. Sporting gold chains on his neck and wrists, Fabio was on a dire attempt to emulate a thriving gangster, when he actually was just another college kid like Ray.

“So, whatcha doing all by yourself, baby? Don’t tell me…you’re here to see yo boi Fabio?”

Keep telling yourself that, you thought. Exhaling in frustration, you maintained a tight smile, “I uh…just waiting for someone” you struggled. Flashing a mischievous smile, Fabio leaned in closer. You prayed he would not notice how your nose scrunched up by his heavy cologne with disgust. And how your body tightened when his eyes scanned you from top to bottom, licking his lips by the sight of your choker and your red, floral short dress.

“Who are we kidding?” He sniggered, “You wanna piece of this, huh? Come o-” “No!” You cut him off, “I’m really…” feigning a chuckle once again, “…waiting for someone…Thanks” you said, extending your hands in defense. Given the reaction of those around you, it may have been a louder response than expected. For Fabio turned red, making it his queue to slither away. You sighed deep. Luck did not seem to get on with you from the moment you stepped in here. Was this a mistake? When you felt a finger tap you on your shoulder, you rolled your eyes and turned around. For you were ready to give Fabio a piece of your mind.

Except, it was not Fabio.

“Hey…”

Jim greeted you, his deep tone announcing his arrival. Standing at an appropriate distance, he stood tall with a hint of swagger. Your body began to finally relax by the sight, especially when your eyes were refreshed by the open plaid shirt worn along with his white vest and baggy pants.

“Hey…” breathless, you began, “Hey!” Confidence finally became you as you repeated with a smile. The bartender caught your attention the moment he placed a chilled bottle of beer on the counter before you.

“Make it two, Hermano* ” Jim said, handing the man some cash. All the sudden, guilt washed over you as you gasped: “Oh I-”

“I got this…” Jim assured, seeing you reach into your bag. Grateful, you nodded, “So…” he began, “Can seem to get enough of them Pistos, hmm?” An inquiry left his lips the moment he received his own bottle. Smiling shyly, you bit the side of your lower lip. The manner in which that word rolled out his tongue caused excitement. Besides, his mouth suddenly seemed more delectable. Oh, his mouth.

“Yeah…” you admitted, “Can’t get enough…and I hope I never will”

You added, gazing directly into his hazel orbs. It simply was a mistake to do so, given how those eyes burnt with curiousity, urging you to blush in return, “And er…” pausing, you looked down, “ I was kinda hoping I’d catch you around” you said, looking up again.

“Yeah?” Jim inquired, genuinely surprised, “Why?”

That was when you froze. He was right, what exactly was your intention of seeing him tonight? Unfathomable on how you gathered courage to blurt that silly line in the first place. What if you dragged yourself all the way here to be rejected? What if there never was a form of enthusiasm from his corner as you hoped? What if this ends up being the story of a silly sophomore college girl, having delusions over an older man?

You chuckled with a nervous tone, “Well I-…” you paused, as your pulse began to grow loud within you, “Sorry…” you muttered, sliding off the stool, “This was just a stupid idea. I should go-”

“Wait!”

You turned upon Jim’s call. Showing his bottle, he shrugged:

“These Pistos aren’t gonna get finished themselves, hmm?” He dared to pose that inquiry with a playful grin. Smiling back involuntarily, you knew you had no comeback for that.

You remembered the chill outside the bar that night. The breeze that caressed your exposed skin of your legs were still fresh in your memory. Gazing at whatever stars your eyes could make out amidst the city lights, you and Jim sipped on the chilled alcohol from the porch. Given the fact there were little to none outside, the evening was unexpectedly intimate.

“Your uh…” clearing your throat, you finally broke the surprisingly comfortable silence, “Your friend not with you tonight?”

“Mike?” Jim inquired, to which you nodded, “Nah! he’s got his hands full” he answered with a smile.

“You guys close?”

“Hell yeah…He’s my homeboy, ya know? Since we were kids”

“Sweet. Must be nice.” You smiled in return, looking back at the sky, “I uh…remember that you serve. Iraq, huh?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Fallujah* ” Jim answered with a nod, looking at you.

“Whoa…” you breathed in wonder. Silence took over once again while your tongue  savored the beverage.

“And you?…UCLA?” Jim spoke before wiping his mouth, “Man! That’s some fancy ass shit right there”

“Yeah well… it ain’t a walk in the park…” you contradicted in a shy tone, forcing him to shoot you a look of concern. To which you chuckled, “I’m on scholarship, I mean…” you added, helping him come to realization, “Hehe yeah…I had to nerd my way into that gig” moving side to side, you could not help but take another sip,“But, I know…what a good thing I got going on. And I know… if I screw it up, then I’m FUCKED” you enunciated the end, which drove him to laughter. You adored how it soothed you somehow.

“Well…” he began, “…whatever fucking takes, right?”

You nodded, “Hell yeah…Here’s to…uh…positive shit! Hah!” You laughed as you both clinked the bottles together. The more alcohol that chose to settle in your system, the bolder you became:

“What’s it like?”

“What?”

You fully turned to him, “Being out there…in Iraq…” you continued, “I mean…I’m guessing you’ve seen some shit…” you inhaled, “you know…shit you can’t forget, right? I mean, shit like that…” you scoffed, “….that shit can fuck…you…up…” at that moment you could not help but find yourself lost in thought.

But Jim’s surprised expression made you pause. You chuckled in embarrassment.

“I’m just…guessing…” you muttered, sipping once again. Perhaps you went a tad bit too far with the blabbering. For your cheeks began to heat up with worry. Until Jim spoke:

“Well…Shit or no shit…Follow orders, that’s what we do” Instead of a frown, Jim replied, taking a huge gulp from his bottle.

“Yeah…I get it” you nodded in a fast pace. Robust, and straightforward, his attitude was to be admired. Funny you found yourself staring at his side profile long enough, his face could easily be compared to that of a statue. Perfect in proportion, your mouth began to dry out. You were attracted to him, shamelessly so.

“I-”, You paused, suppressing a grin, “…never mind”

“What? What is it?” He asked, looking at you. To which you shook your head frantically.

“Nah, it’s really silly…”

“Come on!…tell me” Fully turning, Jim insisted with a smile. His voice had its way of being persuasive. And his voice had its way of tearing your defenses down, or so it seemed. Taking a deep breath, you began:

“I kept thinking about this but…” you paused, “Last night, you said I should learn some Spanish… Why?”

Desperate for more interaction, that was your excuse. Jim responded with a shy chuckle. Certainly was worth it.

“I mean, we just met and you barely knew me…” you continued with a smile, “So…why?” As your question grew more confident, your inner desperation grew strong. Taking his last sip from the bottle, Jim surprised you by taking a step towards you:

“You really wanna know the truth?”

“Try me” , You replied, quickly finishing your own bottle, all without breaking away from his gaze.

And thank goodness you finished it. For you would have surely dropped it. Especially when Jim stood dangerously close to you, causing you to be immediately aware of the muscles between your thighs contracting. Even more so, when his irresistible eyes traveled from your very own all the way to your alcohol stained lips.

“Cause…” he purred, “…you have no fucking clue how sexy you sound”

You both may have chuckled to his line, but that did not mean your pulse did not quicken. Which increased in speed the moment his eyes took hold on yours once again. Seduction, he certainly was proficient in it. And you, were a witness. A witness who suffered from internal combustion of frustration.

You inhaled deep, “Really?” “Yeah…” he breathed in a sultry manner.

Just when you thought no force on earth could break this eye contact, the door burst open. Some men exited. Breaking away, you looked at your watch watch in an instant. You sighed. Real Life was calling you.

“I…I gotta go…” downcast, you muttered with guilt, “Class tomorrow…” adding extra guilt, you knew that excuse certainly did not put you in a good light.

“Lemme drop you then…”

Jim’s nonchalant and nonjudgmental reply urged you to look up with relief. Smiling in agreement, you watched him enter the bar with the empty bottles. And in that very moment, a tingling sensation filled with thrill washed over you, leaving no inch unattended. Butterflies returned to your stomach, fluttering harder than ever before in your life. Were you being hopeful? Could Jim Davis be desiring the same? Goosebumps traveled through you when that tingling sensation returned with much detail. Too much detail to be specific.

Until you realized it was real. And Jim’s hand was directly at fault here.

Blinking back to the present reality, your eyes caught the sight of Jim’s chilled fingers on your leg. They ran over over your inner exposed thigh in circular motion, thus, inciting the tingling sensation. Of course, no wonder the detail was accurate.

Yara and Chase were oblivious to all this, for they were caught up in their own love story as she kept yapping. But that was only the fact Jim kept on such a convincing focused face. He may be ‘listening’ to your friend, but his hand was evidently not. The longer his fingers lingered on your skin, the more you were reminded of him. And the more you began to tingle and sweat in the most unexpected places.

You were young, and unapologetically shameless. 6 months. It was exactly 6 whole months since you were last physically intimate with your boyfriend. And with studies piling up along with the expectation of a scholarship holding sophomore, ‘getting yourself off’ was never an option. Not with a roommate around.

The tingling sensation grew even stronger. And you began to hear your own quickening breath. Jim Davis’ elongated fingers, they spoke of pride. You longed for them to travel to locations far more adventurous and private than your thighs. Especially when they were rife with experience. Truthfully, it was a fact that his hands and his delicious lips and tongue were fluent in your body than your own self. Being pleasure deprived for too long, the mere thought of him ravishing you, aroused you even more. Aroused, and certainly very starved. The kind that food simply could not satisfy.

“...and under the stars…” Yara continued, holding on to Chase with lovestruck eyes, “…he told me he loved m-”

“Excuse me!”

Cutting her off, you cried out as you stood up in an instant.

“What’s up with you?” Chase inquired, whilst Yara looked offended.

“Just I gotta…pee…” you lied, eyes landing on Jim, “…now”

“Okay…” you heard Chase mutter in kind as you left the table, “…TMI, but whatever”

In all fairness, being judged was the least of your concerns. With every speedy step you took, the faster your heart began to beat. Storming into the empty ladies room, you found yourself staring at a mirror once again, with a heaving chest and noticeably flushed cheeks. It was plain to see, you were engulfed in the flames of pure arousal, and the fire needed to be put out.

And when the bathroom door opened up once again, you turned to find the fireman enter. Wearing a serious expression, it was slightly difficult to decipher his thoughts.

“I…” you struggled as Jim strode towards you, “I didn’t know what else to do-” Except he knew. When he attacked you with a passionate kiss.

Jumping into him was reflexive. Wrapping your legs around his waist seemed almost choreographed. Finally resting on the washroom sink, it was quite safe to admit how both of you were very much relieved to be the only occupants in the room. For there was no intention of holding back. Your denim skirt hiked high up, revealing your thighs in completion under the white fluorescent lights as Jim stood between your legs. And they were much cared for, as his hands gingerly rubbed them back and forth while his lips indulged yours with hunger.

“You think they know I lied?”

Breathless, you inquired with innocence. Except you did not receive an instant reply. Not when you found yourself gasping when he pulled your head back by your hair with a growl. With liberated access to your bare neck, Jim celebrated by placing equally starving kisses all over, resulting in your surprising moans.

“You think I fuckin’ care?” He chuckled into your skin, to which you could not help but chuckle back:

“Oh no, you bad boy” you purred in tease.

“Oh yeah, baby girl …” purring back, his reply incited a giggle out of you before he kissed you once again.

“Ay Papi*!” You breathed into his lips before he snatched up yours for good. Surroundings were simply irrelevant the moment the kiss turned intense, as his tongue crashed in like the rude boy he was, and grabbed onto your own tongue in a passionate embrace. They clashed against one another in frenzy, him claiming you as his. As the kiss grew deeper, your moans grew louder. When he pulled away all the sudden, whimpers left your lips with desperation. Teasing you so, Jim took a good look at you:

“¿Como esta tu Español?” He breathed low. And you were pleased that you actually understood.

   How’s your Spanish?  

Pressing himself against you, he began to slowly grind. You grew excited. Listening to Jim Davis speak Spanish was simply erotic in the first place. And since you have been studying it on your own for past few months, you were certainly impatient to show him.

“Yo…” you began, finding the words “…estudio pala-sorry…” with a nervous chuckle, you looked down, “..I know I suck-”

“No no…keep going” Jim insisted with a smile, bringing your chin up for a reassuring kiss, “Now say it again…” he added, maintaining eye contact with ferocity. Taking a deep breath, all the words clearly appeared in your head. Thus, you flashed a mischievous grin:

“…estudiando palabras…muy importantes”

   I am studying…very important words.  

Gasping was all you could do when Jim picked you up, carrying you into the nearest toilet booth. Thankfully with this restaurant being surprisingly hygienic, you did not mind. Life barely was embedded in your legs the moment he put you down, locking the door behind you to push you against it.

“Oh yeah?” He inquired, panting, “¿Cómo cuál?”

   Like what?  

Panting alongside him, you stood up straight, “Por ejemplo…”

   For example…  

Amidst his pants and his impressed expression, you grabbed his hands, placing them over your buttocks. All the while you looked at him with eyes, heavy with lust:

“¡Haz lo que quieras!”

You could not believe how confident you sounded. Smiling with equal lust in his eyes, Jim kissed you in approval, definitely pleased with what he just heard:

   (Do) whatever you want!  

Growling with effect, his animalistic nature was exuded as his hands gripped onto your buttocks with passion. His big, generous hands felt through every cheek with familiarity, as if they just reunited with a long lost friend. But that did not mean he forgot about all the other friends, the rest of your frame that had missed him as well. Moaning with pleasure, you began to unbutton his white shirt during in haste.

You simply adored his hands, for they were as passionate as his Spanish was. As he proceeded to hold on to your hips, your own hands roamed over his torso over his white vest. Except you froze the second his hands landed on your chest. Shaky breaths exited your lips as you shivered by his touch, for your breasts were at its most sensitivity even through your thin cardigan top. Palming them generously, Jim groaned into your lips:

“Fuck! I missed you, Guapa”

“I missed you more, Papi”

Confessing in return, you kissed him once more. Moans of desperation mixed into your kisses the moment his hands dipped inside your cardigan crop top, only to make direct contact with your untethered bosom. You winced involuntarily, even from his touch so gentle. Jim chuckled with seeming victory. And you were not afraid to admit, how you were simply in the palm of his hand.

Usually, during the peak pre-menstruation, you dared not let anyone come close to you, let alone touch you. But when it was Jim Davis, those rules halt by the door. He was a man who could maneuver his touch. However, he certainly was no good boy. Proceeding with his sweet torture during kisses, you were relieved to have a door to keep you balanced. For his long fingers, they flicked, encircled and pulled your now-sensitive nipples, keeping them fully erect and thoroughly visible even through the clothes.

Gripping his vest even tighter, you pressed your thighs together, for intense levels of pleasure and sensitivity crashed within you, akin to an avalanche. In truth, it simply was an overdose, and you could not handle. You were a mere animal trapped in this cage of frustration. But like an animal, you managed to set yourself free. You pushed Jim back with such force, that he ended up sitting on the closed toilet seat behind him. A surprised expression adorned his face when you straddled him in the process. Peeling your cardigan off your torso, you hinted your need for him. Which immediately was motivation for him to unbuckle his pants. However, his eyes did not fail to leave your sight while he did. For his eyes revealed nothing but pure amazement and hunger. He inhaled deep:

“Fuck!” He uttered, while his hand dipped into his hardened manhood.

“Yeah, that’s right Papi…” you breathed, maintaining the ironclad gaze. All the while you permitted his hand to feel the intense dampness of your opening, “Fuck me!”

And thus, public decency went flying out the window the moment the lovers fully united. The manner in which his hands rested on your bare back; whilst you moved upwards and downwards in syncopation to his thrusts, it drove you wild. The manner in which his generous and erect shaft felt so familiar inside of your tight walls, was too intoxicating as always. His mutual desperation and hunger translated well, as his lips savored on your swollen and sensitive bosom as if they were treasured food rations. Tingles were divided into million branches, impacting every form of stimuli in your system. But even in the midst of these endless waves of pleasure, that certain question from Chase yet lingered in your mind:

  “And?…that’s it? You both meet at a bar one night and…then sparks flew?” “Absolutely!”  

For in truth, it was not just a night of drinking and playful flirting that caused this relationship to blossom. And just like that, You could not help but recall further.

And peek into the moment that remained stored in the deepest corner of your mind. In the form of a secret.

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With arms folded, you kept on waiting. Long enough for the chill outside to grow stronger. Long enough for you to begin pacing nervously. Even long enough for several men to exit the bar during. Given its cabin exterior, it became more and more evident that this was more of an old fashioned bar. You sighed. Jim was certainly taking a little bit too long inside.

Paranoia knocked on your heart’s door, forcing you to welcome it inside with reluctance. Thus, several questions began to occupy your thinking space. Was there trouble inside? A possible Bar Fight? You shook your head, for you were surely being delusional. Or worse, was this a part of his plan all along? The player type to ditch you for someone else? Perhaps with someone better looking that he just met. Envy formed in your heart towards a woman that possibly may not even exist. Your stomach turned in a merciless fashion. When the door opened again, a surge of hope grew in you. Could it finally be Jim?

Except it was not.

“Baby! You still around huh?”

Fabio said, in a pleased tone, exiting the bar. Clicking your tongue in an involuntary fashion, you turned away with frustration. For he was the last person you hoped to lay eyes upon.

“Hey-Wha-What’s the matter?” Fabio cried, “Can’t look at a friend?” Whilst he tapped you on the shoulder repeatedly. Alcohol was strong in his presence. And the fact he stood uncomfortably close certainly turned your stomach even more.

“Well, technically you’re not my friend” With a forced smile, you turned to him, “You’re Ray’s friend, OKAY? ” a snappy tone exited your lips. And for a split second, there was genuine offense painted in Fabio’s face.

“Just tryna be nice, jeez!” He muttered low, with arms lifted. Coming one’s senses, you finally drew in deep breath while letting your arms loose.

“I…I’m sorry, dude”  you said, in a soft tone, staring the droopy eyed young man. Being Cindy’s friend, your last intention was to cause friction Ray and his friends. Your tone seemed to have been convincing enough, for Fabio flashed a soft smile in return:

“It’s okay…” he replied, to which you were relieved.

But that relief was short lived. Especially when Fabio leaned forward with puckered up lips in an instant, forcing you to gasp.

“What the hell, man?” You inquired, pushing him back with aggression.

“Ah come on, baby…” he drawled, chuckling in a playful manner, “Just one kiss…I mean, look at you! You still waiting out here. For who? I know… you really came here for me” with open arms, he went in for an embrace. Scoffing, you pushed him back again. That was when your pulse quickened again. To the point you hoped to flee.

“That’s it! I’m leaving! ”

You snapped, darting away from the entrance. The concern of leaving Jim behind or finding a cab did not seem problematic anymore, for all you needed was to get away. However, a painful cry left your lips when you felt your hair being pulled back. Your eyes widened. It was an angry Fabio.

“Ugh! Why you being such a Puta* right now, huh?” He said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer “Oh wait I forgot…” he snickered, “….you don’t understand Spanish, right bitch?” turning you to him. The alcohol had certainly rendered him more maniacal than ever.

“Don’t’ be a jerk, Fabio…” You cried, as you began to swing desperate punches towards his direction. But your defenses were lowered and moot, the moment he grabbed you tight by the wrists. You gasped, “..let… me… go! HELP! ”.

However, despite your cries, no one came to your aid.

This feeling, certainly was the ‘stuff of nightmares’. This feeling, had haunted you every now and again in imagination. To have it form into reality, was worse. No matter the force you exerted to free yourself, it seemed moot. For Fabio had the upper hand with his strength. And you were overpowered with intimidation. With the heartbeat increased in record speed, your heart was on the verge of exploding with fear. For the first time, you feared for your life. You despised the fact there was no one around, the fact this bar was on the outskirts. Almost close to tears, You heavily despised the fact you may be getting hurt in more ways than one tonight.

Until you heard a bottle shatter. Loud.

Glass fragments dripped from Fabio’s head as he cried out with immense pain. His grip on you loosened before he dropped down to the ground. Only for you to find Jim Davis standing behind him, with with a bottle broken in hand, and sheer rage in his eyes.

Rolling over, Fabio caught the sight of the man, “Jim??” He groaned, “What the hell, man? Why you helping this bitch-ARGH!”

A kick in the stomach was Jim’s choice in response, which incited more cries from the fool.

“THE FUCK YOU TOUCH HER FOR, HUH?” Jim yelled, his loud voice piercing through the tension like high pressured flames. However, the question seemed rhetoric, when he continued to kick Fabio, aggression growing more and more evident, “FUCKING…ASS…HOLE!” With tightened fists, he enunciated with each kick, “MOTHERFUCKE-”

“JIM!!!!”

You cried in an instant. And that very moment was when he finally froze. That fateful moment, you watched his face change, for his expression was clear as day. As if a wave of realization washed over him. As if bitter reality surprised him with a sucker punch.

All the while he stared down at his finished product: Fabio. He watched the the young man groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; all the while a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head and his mouth, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement.

Which was transparent enough for you, the witness.

You regretted being frozen with shock. If it only was for you to control. Thankfully a shred of it reached when you finally mustered the strength to call for him out from a potential murder. Violence, Danger, your trembling heart sensed it all. All from Jim. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, despite your shock, never did you flinch. Never did your heart consider retracting from him or running away.

On the contrary, you were compelled to trust him even further. Especially when you sensed complete safety in him, above all others.

“Let’s go…”

You found yourself uttering those words, as you took his hand in urgency. Pulling him with haste, you both fled from the scene. Adrenaline coursing through the veins whilst running away, leaving a wounded man laying in his own mess before anyone could find out.

You remembered how Jim drove. Quiet, but focused. He drove and drove, until the bar disappeared from your sight. He drove to the point you both found yourselves ending up at a remote beach. And finally, time had returned to its normal pace once again.

Calming sounds of the ocean waves filled your ears, while the sight of the foamy waters barely were visible in the darkness. You watched Jim slowly take his hands from the wheel, rubbing his face. Your eyes widened, when you noticed his hand bleeding slightly. Perhaps from the broken bottle. You longed to speak, however no voice was present. Pushing the seat back, Jim slowly crawled over to the back of the car. Silence overpowered for too long, which urged you to clear your throat and speak:

“A…Are you ok-”

“You’re right, you know…”

You paused, upon hearing Jim’s interruption. Looking back from the front passenger seat, you found light finally shining on his face. Much to your sadness, cracks formed in your heart by the sight of his expression. Especially when silent tears streamed down his chiseled face. As if his mask of bravery was stripped away. Or even melted.

“You’re right…shit’s been crazy over there…” he chuckled with sadness, “…worse, shit’s crazy over here too…” he said, pointing at his own head.

Joining him in the backseat, you took the bandana off your head without hesitation.

“The thing’s I’ve seen…” he continued in mid-whisper, “The shit I had to do. The shit I wanted to do. It’s fucked up…so fucked up”.

It was unfathomable. Witnessing emotions of Jim Davis on variant scale in one single night, including him unveiling his vulnerability, you did not know where to begin processing. Simultaneously, those cracks in your heart, they could not help but form deeper to the point you ached inside. For a second, you were filled with an overwhelming desire for this misery in his heart to disappear. You longed for him to smile again. You froze. Were you tasting a slice of pure affection? Perhaps even, love? For him?

“It’s too fucked up…I’M fucked up-”

“Hey…hey…”

Your voice cracked when you finally began, leaning towards him, “Shhhh…It’s okay…” you said in comfort, while rubbing his forearm, “…its okay…I’m here” you said, as you occupied yourself with tending to his bleeding hand as a coping mechanism. The bleeding that he did not even notice.

With his hand on yours, the heart did feel heavier in comparison. As if his hand was magnetically powerful enough to keep you nearby. Thus, forming an attraction. Not the type that stirred the loins, but merely the kind that longed for you to wail on behalf of him. The kind to carry the pain for him. As if you did not wish to carry on another minute of your life, without knowing he would be well. And you would be lying if you did not want to show him that.

Your trembling hand reached out for his surprised face, turning it towards you with patience. The deep breath you took, it occupied your lungs in completion. Butterflies exploded in your stomach , causing a riot before you moved close. Close enough to feel his breath on your face. And close enough to press your lips on both his cheeks.

You tasted his salty tears, that stained his face. Pressing your own lips together, you hoped you could share his pain this way. Your eyes were smart, urging your voice to take a breather, whilst they gazed at his lips. Those lips that turned you greedy the moment you saw first laid eyes on them. And his trembling breaths of despair were enough for you to finally dispose of any form of hesitation.

For you finally moved to kiss him ever so gently on the lips.

With your kiss, you were there for him, in spite of it all. In spite of the violence and the tears. And the moment you instantly felt Jim kiss you back, you knew you were hopelessly his.

All the sudden, a dose of sweetness was infused with the salty kisses, weakening the flavor of the beer that lingered in his mouth. Selfishly, the need for comfort vanished. For all you needed was him. In every possible manner. Safe to say, Jim wholeheartedly agreed.

A sudden injection of passion entered your systems, setting your bodies in its entirety, in flames. Which also included the loins. Powerful enough for you to straddle him, powerful enough for Jim to flip you down to hover over you. And certainly powerful enough for the both of you to make love.

You treasured it all. The manner in which his fingers were precise, hooking on to your panties to gingerly peel them out of your frame. The manner in which his eyes gazed upon your own, then traveling all the way south to take in the sight of your now exposed opening, that dripped with wetness, blushing in its own means and begging him to explore it. Thus, it was to be expected, when you welcomed him inside you effortlessly. As if it had waited for him all your life.

Even for the first time, Jim was fast, and was rough. Yet surprisingly, you did not care. You knew where it originated. And it seemed most apt.

While he moved in body, he fled in heart. Away from the horrors, away from the pain. This resulted from his need for a distraction. Amidst the syncopated moans that filled the car, you cupped his face. Looking right into his hazel orbs, you witnessed his need. His need for a distraction. And at the peak of climax, you witnessed his desperation. His desperation, that urged you to never him go.

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         (Present)      

“I failed the test…”

Jim uttered low, capturing your attention. With your face buried in his neck, you heard it louder than ever. Tilting your head, you sat up straight to face him, confusion taking over. After reaching climax following a session of passionate and exciting love-making in a restaurant toilet booth, there you both were in recovery. Never did you expect him to break the silence with a statement such as this.

“What do you mean?” You inquired in a half whisper.

“The Psych test…” Jim elaborated, while you proceeded to put your cardigan top back on,  “…for the LAPD gig” sighing, he was downcast “I failed that shit…”

“No….” You breathed. The disappoint that was rife in his tone, somehow pierced through your heart. Thus, ushering in a wave of sadness that came crashing in, “Baby, I’m so sorry…” you said as you embraced him tight. To your surprise, Jim held you tightly in his arms in return. For when he buried his face on the crook of your neck and remained in silence for a mere few seconds, it was evident that was what he was required of. A rush of butteries attacked as you gently cupped his face.  You loved this man, and your heart was the witness.

“Fuck the cops if the they can’t relate” you said through gritted teeth, before kissing both his cheeks, “Fuck ‘em! Cause something better is comin’ ” you added with a soft smile, while your thumb ran over his upper lip, “We just gotta ...keep our heads straight”

To your relief, Jim seemed amused, “Speaking from experience?”

You smiled with pride, “You could say that…”

Both of you chuckled. “The point is…” you continued with a deep sigh, and huge smile, “I’m glad you’re back for good, baby”

Except for his own smile, it vanished right then. And in turn, his eyes watered and they shone, reflecting nothing but desperation and vulnerability. You took pride in being the one to witness it, just as you did that fateful night a few months back. Stroking your head with both hands, his forehead gently touched yours:

“¡Eres mia!” He breathed deep.

   You’re mine!  

How dare he? Expanding with immense warmth and impatience, it did not take long for your heart to gain rapid pace, as it was your very first time.

“¡Si, para siempre!”  You answered with confidence. For it was simply the truth.

   Yes, Forever! 

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Index

UCLA : The University of California, Los Angeles Salud: Spanish term for “Cheers!” Guapa: Spanish term for Beautiful, Gorgeous Taquitos: A Mexican Food Dish Pisto: Mexican slang. A general term for an alcoholic beverage (usually beer) USC: University of Southern California Fallujah: A city in Iraq Papi: Spanish Term for Daddy Puta: Derogatory Spanish term for bitch, whore

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[la-vita-in-arancione]

Killer Queen: Chapter 6 - It’s Late

Summary: Arabella Ruth White is the fifth member of the Marauders. And life at Hogwarts certainly isn’t easy. Especially when you have alcohol, relationships, unhealthy music obsessions, a fake stage persona, weird ass friends with weird ass problems and actual school all thrown into the equation. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name. I will always update on Wattpad first.)

A/N: So I have definitely decided on updating every Tuesday so you can expect that from now on! Just be aware I have now got two shows to rehearse for now so there may be weeks where the update is a couple days late. I will let you know in advance if that might happen.

Warnings(s): swearing, referenced underage if you know what I mean

Word Count: 1.7k+

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"If Remus doesn't hurry the fuck up then I'm leaving."

On any other Friday night, what I would need would be to blow off some steam after a long week. What I would need would be to have a party. What I would need would be to make out with my latest victim/boyfriend. What I would need would be to get absolutely shitfaced. But no. Not on this Friday night. Oh no. On this Friday night, while I wanted to be doing something worth my energy, I was waiting for one of my dickhead friends to come to the Gryffindor common room as he apparently had some amazing news.

Amazing news, my arse.

I swear on my record player, that boy is walking a fine line of either being my friend or getting fucking smacked. A very fine line. About as fine as a grain of salt. Speaking of salt, Remus was getting a shitload in his tea tomorrow morning if he didn't get here within the next minute.

I'm such a great friend, aren't I?

"I'm serious, this better not be a joke," I huffed, slouching against the boy whose lap I was currently sitting on. Rick or Dick or something like that. All I could remember was that his face was vaguely reminiscent of a young David Bowie and honestly, I like that in a guy. He softly caressed my thigh with his thumb and pressing a rather wet kiss to the back of my neck. The thought was there at least, even if the hand on my leg was getting a bit too far up for my liking.

Peter gave me a pointed look, "You need to calm down, he's only a couple minutes late."

"What about the time we were, what, 5 minutes late to lunch? You looked as if you were going to have a mental breakdown right there and then," James smirked, no real malice behind the statement. It still made Peter blush furiously to which James only ruffled his hair.

"You just want him to hurry up so you can shag your friend in a broom cupboard," Sirius said, sounding like a disappointed father.

"Darling, you're a fine one to talk, or are we going to let go of the incident where Filch locked you in a cupboard while you were fucking some girl last year?" I retorted, only resulting in a staring contest between us. OK, so maybe we were both, let's say, experienced in that department. Was it a good thing? Probably not. Was it legal? Oh, fuck no. The law was just something that happened to other people really. This only started in the first place because of a extremely impractical bet that was made in our third year.

"Sirius Black, you whore."

"I am no whore! I am as pure as Jesus Christ himself!"

"If you're as pure as Jesus then Ruth is bloody God."

"Fuck off Peter."

"I'm good thanks."

"Sirius, I have not let you go just yet, young man. I know the walk of shame when I see it."

"Yeah from all the guys that you've made traipse out of our room after an interesting date."

"Fuck off Peter."

"Whatever. I could still get more shags than you."

"You wanna bet?"

"Alright then."

Whoever got more shags by the time we left Hogwarts got 100 galleons from the loser. Which is bad because I don't have 100 galleons. And I reckon Sirius doesn't either. Hence why we were both so keen to win. Although if I'm honest, if I managed to keep whatever would be left of my dignity in tact by the end of our seventh year, that would be enough for me. Not that I would ever admit that to Sirius. 

"Oh, look here he comes," James nodded in Remus's direction, who was now making his way through the common room to us. The statement did, however, put an end to the rather childish staring contest that Sirius and I had refused to back down from. Until now. 

Dammit Remus.

"You took your time," I raised my eyebrows at him as he stood before us, "What the fuck is this all about then?" We all looked at him expectantly, practically drowning in anticipation.

"I have some news," he said, taking a deep breath.

"No shit Sherlock," Peter interjected, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Remus glared at him before continuing, "I trust you all know Idania," he began slowly, as if he wasn't sure how he was going to deliver his apparent news. 

Unfortunately, he had chosen to be friends with a bunch of impatient bastards who had no concept of waiting for someone. Sirius exaggerated a yawn and James looked at the watch he wore for the sole purpose of looking like, and I quote, "a smart hot guy but not too smart to be considered stuck up".

"Anyway, there has been an interesting development," he said, taking a painfully long time to get to the fucking point. After saying this, he gestured behind us and we naturally turned our heads to look. Except there was nothing there.

Remus what.

I turned back to him and was about to ask him this when I noticed that he was now accompanied by a certain blue-haired girl. How the fuck she got there that quickly and that quietly, I would never know. 

I clutched my chest and breathed heavily, grabbing onto David Bowie-lookalike for support, "Is it too much to ask for you to go one day without almost giving me a heart attack? Just one day, that's all I ask."

Idania of course looked rather confused, bless her, and Remus quickly signed for her. Realisation dawned on her face and she breathed shortly through her nose, which I assumed to be how she laughed. This drew my attention to her nose and now I could see her properly, I had the chance to admire her nose piercings properly. She had two silver studs in the left side and a matching ring going through the middle of her nose which reminded me somewhat of a bull. Her hair was styled in two French braids, so loose that I was terrified they would fall out at any given moment, coming to a bun at the bottom of her head. This also allowed me to also see her ear piercings in all their glory. She had two crystal studs in her right ear, meanwhile in her left, she had a hanging moon and star with a chain dangling from the bottom of it, three studs not unlike the ones in the other ear, two rings on the side of her ear and a stud and ring near the entrance of the ear. That was a lot of piercings but she pulled it off fabulously. She was probably breaking more rules in her appearance alone than I had all week and I did not like that, no matter how fucking amazing she looked.

Idania started signing rapidly and Remus thankfully translated for us, "Err, she says seen as Remus here is taking far too long, I'll make it easier for you all," this resulted in a look from him that clearly screamed 'what did I do to you', "Remus and I are going out!"

I fucking knew it.

Thank God I didn't have to spend the entire year watching them make heart eyes at each other but continuously deny the other liked them back. We interrogated them for a while, discovering all the important details such as who asked who (she asked him), when it happened (yesterday) and when their first date would be (tomorrow). They happily gushed about the blooming relationship, much to my delight, but I couldn't help but notice the almost uncomfortable look on Sirius's face when he thought no one was looking.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sirius practically yelled, staring at the book in his hands.

"Sorry but that's the first step," I shrugged, smug as hell that I didn't have to go through that. He was currently staring at my notebook that had clearly written the step by step instructions for becoming an Animagus.

And the first part?

Keeping a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month.

A whole month.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I didn't have to do that and you can bet I wouldn't let Peter, James and especially Sirius forget it.

"It's not that bad, you can still talk and drink and eat," Remus pointed out from his hospital bed, "It will just take a lot of getting used to."

"The only thing you can't do is kiss," I said in a sing-song voice that really did not help with calming Sirius down, "Such a shame, isn't it? No sex for a whole month. Guess I'll just have to have as much as possible so you can't catch me and win the bet," I smiled as sweetly as I could and Sirius probably would have smacked me there and then if Remus wasn't giving him what we sometimes call the teacher's glare.

He had to settle for a simple, "Fuck off Ruth."

"That's exactly what I intend to do, darling," I said, trying ridiculously hard to not laugh. Luckily, James and Peter returned from the greenhouses with the mandrake leaves before Sirius could retaliate and before Remus could scold me again. Even when the full moon was a mere minutes away he could still snappy. Perhaps now even more so. James started handing out the leaves - we had a few spare in case, Merlin forbid, we needed them.

"So remember what my mum said," I reminded quickly as I could see Minnie and Poppy coming over to collect Remus out of the corner of my eye, "As soon as we see the full moon, everybody put their leaf in their mouth, OK?" Everybody nodded and hid their leaves as the teachers came closer. 

Remus grimaced when Minnie said grimly, "Come now, Lupin." I shot him a sad smile as he trudged out of the hospital wing. Even though this had been happening every month for near enough 10 years now, I still felt a strange sense of melancholy and maybe even guilt. I hated having to watch one of my best friends go through the mental and physical pain that came with being a werewolf and not being able to do anything about it. I guess we would just have to wait together and hope and pray to a God that may or may not exist that he would be OK.

[prettyboyxshea]

Shea/Mateo - 6/7 - Lunch

@dommateolopez

Shea gets relief during the lunch hour.

Shea hated when he got like this. He waited too long to ask for scenes and he spent days feeling on edge, antsy and overwhelmed by everything interaction around him. He scheduled a few, but it didn't seem to be enough, so he went to one of the most experienced Dominants, Mateo and he agree for lunch. He arrived early and kneeled at the door, knocking as he shifted impatiently, waiting for the other.

Mateo wasn't sure how he was going to help Shea, but he wasn't about to ignore a submissive who needed help. He greeted the sub with a smile, running a hand over his hair. "Hi, sweetheart. Good boy for kneeling. You can stand and come in with me," he told Shea, standing aside to let him in.

Shea complied right away, not saying anything as they entered the apartment, watching the Dominant for indication of what he was supposed to do or say. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, itching to be touched and toyed with how the other saw fit, but wasn't sure that's what this was going to be about with him.

He cocked his head with a little frown, putting one hand on Shea's shoulder. "Take a breath, sweetheart," he said gently. "Tell me what you need."

Mateo was being so kind that it wanted to make him to cry, but Shea bit down on his lip instead, not meeting the other's gaze. "I'm breathing, Sir. Just, um, take charge," he said softly, "Touch me, tease me, something to get me out of my head." He cleared his throat and leaned back against the wall. "I dressed pretty for you, if you, um, wanted to see it."

Both hands came up to rest on Shea's shoulders, thumbs teasing along the sub's throat. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Shea's forehead before moving one hand to his chin, tilting his gaze up. "I would love to see it. I want you to go into the spare bedroom and undress down to your pretty things, and pick one toy from the nightstand. Leave it on the bed beside you and I'll be right in," he ordered gently.

Shea loved the tease to his throat and it made him begin to relax into the touch, and he finally release a slow breath, calming himself from taking too much from the other. At the order,  he nodded his head quickly, relieved to have a goal for himself. "Yes, Sir," he said with another nod, looking up and giving a small smile. He removed himself and went to the spare room, undressing quickly and folding his boy clothes beside the bed. He left on the lacy pink panties and white stockings and went to find a toy. It was a prostate toy, though he wasn't sure what it exactly did, but it was something to play with and he hoped Mateo approved. When he was done, he dropped to his knees on the floor beside the bed and waited.

He went to his own room, taking off his shoes and shirt, figuring he'd be more comfortable. They didn't have a whole lot of time, but hopefully he would be able to help. Once he came back into the room, he smiled at Shea's choice of toy. "Good boy. Up on the bed, please, on your back," he instructed. Once Shea was up there, he sat beside him, stroking one hand over the sub's pale chest, eyes sweeping the length of him.

Shea did as he was told, trembling with anticipation as he moved into place. The Dom began to touch his skin and he closed his eyes, releasing a breath of courage. "Will you call me as a girl, Sir?" he managed to ask with a steady voice, terrified it would be too weird for the other.

He continued teasing his fingers along Shea's body, circling his nipples and dipping down to tease the edge of his panties. "In something as pretty as this, how could you be anything but a pretty girl, sweetheart?" he murmured.

Shea preened at the comment, knowing he was blushing everywhere with such wording. The teasing was good and exactly what he was hoping for. He was growing to hardness already, with just the simple words and the teasing to his warm skin. "Feels good, Sir," he said, voice lighter now and feeling a sense of pride, showing this off for the Dominant.

Mateo smiled, his hand skipping down to stroke Shea's thigh. "Yeah, sweetheart? Spread those legs for me, I want to see exactly how those panties look on you," he encouraged. He wasn't sure how Shea felt about female terms for genitalia, so he avoided them for now, wondering if the sub would open the door.

Shea spread his legs wide for him, lifting his hips slightly, hoping he could view everything about how they held his cock firmly in place. He hoped to get a touch but knew that was up to the Dominant and how he would react to Shea. He was definitely hard now and felt pleased to show off to Mateo.

He hummed happily, both hands smoothing over Shea's thighs. "You look so pretty, baby girl," he murmured, skating his palm over the growing bulge under the lace. "I think you like showing me this sweet pussy in your panties, don't you?"

Shea moaned at the gentle touch and whimpers followed as he nodded to answer the Dominant's question. "Please, please, Sir," he moaned, his hips moving in search for more friction, "I want to show you more."

He kept teasing him through the lace, hands sliding under him to cup his ass gently. "Do you want to just show me, or do you want to be touched, sweetheart? If you want to be touched, I want you to tell me where," he breathed.

"Touch me," he said again, trying to focus on obeying him, "Um, my co-- my pussy, Sir," He repeated the words the Dominant had used, enjoying the sound of that. "I want you to see and touch everything, Sir. Play with me, if you want. Please?"

Mateo waited until he heard the please, his mouth spreading in another smile. "Good girl," he praised. He slid his hands under the lace to squeeze his ass cheeks gently, shifting to tease a thumb against the boy's hole. "Do you like having your nipples played with too, baby girl? They look so nice," he murmured, still stroking over Shea's hole with the pad of his thumb.

Shea moaned loudly at the touch to his hole, his hips shifting to try and gain more pressure from the other. "I like everything," he whimpered, unable to stay still with how aroused he was becoming. His thumb wasn't enough and Shea tried to reign himself in, but it was so much easier to let go.

He liked how Shea was squirming under his touch, his own arousal heating up. "Touch them for me, baby girl," he instructed has he tugged the boy's panties down his thighs, leaving the stockings on. Once the panties were off, Mateo moved to sit between Shea's legs, spreading them wide to give him a good view of the boy's hard cock and tight hole. "Such a pretty little pussy, sweetheart," he crooned, cupping his balls before spreading his cheeks to watch the tight ring of muscle lfex.

Shea groaned as he touched his own nipples, pulling them taut and squeezing the sensitive skin as Mateo made work of what he wanted. His legs were spread in an obscene way that only made his cock fully hard and the other could view all of it. "Fuck, Sir, please," he began to beg, not enough of a touch with the way he was talking to him, "Please touch. I'll be such a good little girl. I swear it."

His smirk grew wider, and he leaned in a bit, mouth hovering right over Shea's balls. Mateo carefully spat against his skin, watching the saliva slide down the cleft of his cheeks, one thumb rubbing the moisture over the puckered rim. "Tell me how you like having your pussy played with, baby girl," he ordered softly, lightly pressing his thumb into the boy.

Shea moaned openly as the Dominant spit on him and began to play with his hole. "I love it, Sir, feels so good," he gasped out, "My pussy is yours to please, Sir." He arched his back, seeking more even though he knew it was better to stay still. "Oh please, Sir. More, please."

He let out a low chuckle and spat against his skin again, making it easy to slide a thick finger into Shea. “You’re so tight, baby girl. Reach down and hold yourself open for me,” he purred, pressing a gentle kiss to the boy’s balls.

Shea moaned loudly at the intrusion and reached down to spread himself easier for the Dominant, gasping at the kiss to his most intimate parts, surprised by the action. "Feels so good, Sir," he whimpered, trying his best to stay still but it was difficult with the multiple sensations

He turned his head, biting lightly into the pale cheek, tongue flicking playfully against Shea's fingers. "Seems a shame to cover this pretty cunt with anything, but I suppose if it has to be, those panties are perfect," he murmured, slowly fucking Shea's tight hole with one finger, continuously teasing his balls with warm breaths and light kisses.

Cunt. The word so dirty but it only turned him on more and he knew he was leaking from the tip of his cock to make the panties damp. He was getting overwhelmed quickly and wanted more, wanted to be thoroughly fucked out, but he wasn't quite there yet. The Dominant seemed to know exactly how to touch him, what to say and it was wonderful. "More please, Sir?" he asked boldy, lifting his head for a moment before putting it back down.

Mateo sat up a bit, reaching over to the nightstand with his free hand to grab some lube, thankful he also kept a few toys in there for convenience. He grabbed a medium sized dildo from the drawer as well, setting it aside for now. "More? Tell me what you want, baby girl," he ordered, slicking his fingers before adding a second into the sub's hole.

Shea watched Mateo worked, feeling blissed out from how he'd been treated so far. "I just want you to decide, Sir," he said quickly, "I gave you my limits, just stay within those and I'll be good for you. I'll do my best, Sir." He was rambling but didn't feel like he could get the words out like he wanted them to be and shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing the inside of Shea's thigh. "Hmm... let's start with the toy you picked..." Mateo kept one hand busy with the sub's hole, the other reaching for the prostate stimulation toy that  Shea had chosen. He slicked the toy carefully before removing his fingers, easing it into the boy's stretched hole. The toy wasn't overly thick, but it was curved, designed to find the spot inside him that would drive him insane. "You were made to have this pussy filled up, weren't you, baby girl?"

Shea was breathing rapidly in anticipation as he was empty once again. "Yes, yes," he answered the Dominant quickly, "Please, Sir. I want to feel so good." He knew it should be about the other, but he needed this so badly and the Dom was giving it to him. "I'll be a good girl for you, my pussy filled with the toy for your cock."

He slid the toy further in, shifting it so he could press against Shea's prostate. "Good girl... you look so good with this pretty cunt filled, baby girl," Mateo crooned, gently moving the toy to rub over that sensitive spot. "You like this one, don't you? It's making you so wet, dirty girl."

Shea was writhing on the bed, losing all of himself in this and how the Dominant was speaking to him. The terms went straight to his needy cock and Shea couldn't respond verbally, releasing noises of approval and nodding his head vigorously.

He couldn't help but smirk, his hand moving up to wrap around Shea's cock, pumping his length slowly. "Gonna make a mess for me, sweetheart? or do you want something thicker in that little pussy of yours?" he asked, thumb teasing the wet head of Shea's cock.

"Yes, yes, please, Daddy," he moaned, not even realizing the term had slipped from his lips with the headspace he was in. "M-my pussy wants you," he whimpered, riding against the pressure he felt everywhere, humping himself as though he was completely full.

Mateo didn't have penetrative sex with many people other than his boys, and as nice as it would have been to fuck this pretty little thing into screaming, he resisted the temptation. He leaned over to kiss his cheek, letting go of Shea's cock to pick up the dildo he'd brought out. "Can you take this for me, baby girl?" he asked, holding up the toy. "I want to watch your little pussy take this big cock - and after, I want your pretty mouth on mine," he murmured. "Can you do that for Daddy, sweetheart?"

Shea was blissed out and nodded his head eagerly, words seeming difficult in that moment. He wanted it inside him desparately and almost reached for the toy himself to push it inside, but knew to wait for the Dominant to move forward. "P-please," he managed to say, voice rough with the desire filtering through all of him.

"Good girl." Mateo slicked up the dildo, removing the first toy and replacing it with the other, the thick staff sliding easily into Shea's willing and stretched hole. "Oh god, baby girl... look so sexy like this," he crooned, fucking the sub's hole slow but deep with the toy.

Shea arched his back, moaning loudly as he was filled with the toy, not completely like a cock, but still felt amazing inside him. He was writhing on the bed, loving every second of this as his thoughts were clouded, able to think of nothing but the Dom and the pleasure he was receiving.

He slid his other hand over Shea's cock, stroking his erection almost lazily as he moved the toy inside him. Gradually, he began to work it harder, shoving the toy deep into the sub and shifting it inside him, liking how it made the boy writhe.

Shea wanted more and whined as his hips moved with the toy inside him. He moaned with every bit of increased pressure and thrusts, his body squirming all over the bed. "F-feels so good," he gasped, feeling as though he couldn't breathe properly with how it was being used.

His fingers wrapped more firmly around Shea’s cock, stroking him in tandem with how he was moving the toy. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby girl? Show Daddy how good he makes you feel?” He asked in a low purr.

"Yes, yes," he nodded his head in agreement, wanting to but wasn't quite there. He writhed in the pleasure, swimming in the thought of obeying the Dominant and whined when he couldn't yet. "T-trying, Daddy. Can't," he gasped, furrowing his brow as he tried to force the orgasm.

“Shh, baby girl. Relax,” he whispered, moving to hover over the boy. “Just lay back and let Daddy make you feel good. Such a sweet little girl, look so pretty with your pussy all fucked out like this,” Mateo murmured before bending to suck the head of Shea’s cock into his mouth.

Shea moaned and whined, not sure he could do it, but Mateo's voice was calming and he stopped trying for a few moments, savoring the pleasure he felt all over. His ass was so full, just the pussy he mentioned but it was the lips at his cock that did it. He was releasing roughly, his entire body tightening and trembling as gave into the intense orgasm.

He hummed happily as Shea flooded his mouth with his release. Mateo swallowed down most of it before moving to kiss the boy, pressing his lips apart to share the cum still lingering in his mouth.

It was dirty and messy and Shea loved it. "Sir," he gasped, swallowing what he'd been given through the kiss. The toy was still inside him and he squirmed through it, feeling so overwhelmed in that moment.

Mateo left the dildo inside of Shea deliberately. “Mm. You taste so sweet, baby girl. And I think I like what you called me before better,” he murmured, tugging his lip with his teeth lightly.

"Daddy," Shea repeated, continuing to squirm as he drifted pleasantly, loving the exhibited control the Dom was displayed. "So full, Daddy. So messy for you."

He smiled. “Good girl. So sexy,” he whispered. “Does Daddy’s good girl want his cock?” He asked, stroking over Shea’s bottom lip.

Shea nodded quickly, turning his face to look up at the Dom with eager eyes. "Yes, please. So much, Daddy," he moaned, whimpering as he began to hump the air, seeking more friction in his ass.

Mateo grinned and shifted to lay on his back, gesturing for Shea. “Roll over, baby girl. Daddy wants to keep playing with your pussy while you suck his cock,” he murmured.

Shea did what he instructed, eager to get his mouth around the Dominant's cock. "Thank you, Sir," he moaned as he was near the length and began to mouth at his groin through his clothing, so desperate to have his mouth full.

He hummed and slid one hand over Shea’s ass, spanking the curve lightly before beginning to play with the dildo. “Take my cock out, baby girl. I want that pretty mouth.”

Shea grinned as he managed to free the Dominant's cock and get his mouth around the head of him, sucking eagerly. He moaned at the spank to his ass and then the play with the dildo. He could barely stay still as he was sensitive from the orgasm, but wanted this more than anything.

Mateo let out a groan when Shea’s mouth wrapped around his cock. “Good girl... fuck, that mouth is so good,” he rasped, still playing with the dildo with one hand, the other going to the back of Shea’s neck.

Shea wanted to be so good for him, to show him how he felt receiving the lovely orgasm. He kept moaning around the length, trying to focus but every play of the toy made him lose himself and he was just mouthing at the cock, trying his best to keep focus.

He liked the rather sloppy way Shea was sucking at him. Keeping him distracted was part of the pleasure of it, his cock already wet and dripping in the sub’s mouth. “Suck a little harder, baby girl - show me how much you want Daddy’s cum in your mouth.”

Shea readily obliged and wrapped his mouth around the head of the cock and steadily took him deep into his throat, swallowing around him as he drooled over the length. He began to bob his head quickly, wanting to please the other and forget about his own desires for the moment.

[looptheloup]

Whumptober!

Day 17: Drugged

Link to AO3

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Warnings: Sickness, Vomiting, Drugged, Needles, Hospitals, 

Other tags: A/B/O heats

Summary: Stiles goes into a sudden, painful heat at work and Derek, his superior, steps in to help get Stiles home.

[A/N: And lo, a sudden long fic appeared! I wrote this one before whumptober began so its longer than the recent ones and probably better quality too aha. To give slight context, after what's happened in the US recently, it felt really important to me that Derek believed Stiles immediately and unconditionally when he said his heat was unnatural. i know its just a A/B/O fanfic but i did find it cathartic in a way and i hope somebody else gets something out of it too, amongst all the angst. Hope you enjoy it :)]

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Drugged

Stiles sipped tiredly at his half-cold coffee with his face resting on his hand.

Blah blah blah blah, he thought, looking through all the absolute drivel he’d written. Another inane article about some footballer who contributed nothing to society. Fucking journalism. Stiles scrubbed a hand over his face and wondered why he felt so hot. He shucked out of his jacket, stiffening when he heard quiet laughter behind him, his neck prickling like someone was looking at him. He glanced behind him, confused, but the two guys turned their backs on him, still laughing.

Just like being back in high school, Stiles thought sourly, fighting the hurt that was squirming in his belly. He caught a couple of his co-workers looking at him from the break station but they scuttled off whilst he stared after them. He glanced down at the coffee in his hand, wondering whether the caffeine was making him paranoid or whether he was the butt of some joke.

Someone a couple of seats down was staring at him and, frustrated, Stiles came to his feet and headed for the bathroom. Was something on his face? On his back? God, it was so warm in the building all of a sudden.

Stiles got to the bathroom and braced his hands against the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked flushed, but that was just the embarrassment of it. He felt unsettled. He thought he’d been bonding with these guys, even though he was an omega and journalism was a pretty damn alpha and beta-dominated industry. Stiles’ had a thick skin; he was used to shitty jokes and being ignored for no reason, but he was, like, seventy-percent certain that there was some trick being played on him here and he didn’t have a fucking clue what it was.

After twisting around to check his back and ass for notes stuck on him (there were none), Stiles exhaled heavily and washed his hands under the cold water, realising that he was sweating. He towelled off his hands and reluctantly headed out again.

He knew he wasn’t imagining it when he walked back to his desk and several people looked up to stare at him, tracking his progress. What the hell?

“Why’re staring at me?” Stiles finally confronted someone; a guy he’d collaborated with on an article a couple of weeks back.

The guy, Jack, avoided his eyes, looking acutely uncomfortable, and turned away. “Don’t know what you mean,” he muttered.

Irritation bubbled to the surface. “Everyone’s looking at me,” Stiles snapped, before forcing himself to lower his voice, aware of the eyes on him. “I don’t get why. What’s going on? I don’t get the joke.”

“Just- just go home Stiles,” Jack said, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Stiles stared at him. “What? Why?” His hands twitched to roll up his sleeves. It was so hot in here.

Jack was refusing to talk to him anymore and Stiles reluctantly stumbled back towards his desk. He felt nauseous and he couldn’t tell if it was from anxiety or something else.

“Stiles,” someone said and Stiles turned around, freezing when he saw who it was.

Derek. Six-foot of muscled alpha and currently looking low-key pissed.

“Yeah?” Stiles said somewhat nervously. He really wasn’t feeling well; he didn’t want to be yelled at right now.

“Step over here with me,” Derek said, voice low and steady, and Stiles couldn’t have refused if he’d tried. Derek led him a short distance away, presumably so that the whole office couldn’t eavesdrop. Stiles was feeling dizzyingly fuzzy-headed, like he did just before- “You’re going into heat, Stiles,” Derek said, once they were a few steps away.

Stiles laughed awkwardly. “I can’t be,” he said weakly. 

He knew he was experiencing the symptoms of a heat, but this wasn’t how it usually felt. It never came on this fast, and he wasn’t due, and he felt incredibly sick, which he’d never had before.

“You are,” Derek said flatly, his expression looking a little strained and he was keeping a foot or so between them, like he didn’t want to stand too close to Stiles. Stiles could smell the alpha’s woodsy scent more than usual and he tried to ignore how good it was. Derek continued, “Do you have someone you can call?”

Stiles cringed, clenched his jaw, and then shook his head. He fisted his hands by his side before reaching up to drag a hand through his short hair.  

“It’s fine,” he said faintly. “I’ll call a taxi.”

Derek frowned at him and Stiles looked away, his shoulders curling up. The disapproval of an alpha always hit him particularly hard in the couple of days before a heat. But this heat hadn’t given him any warning, and it wasn’t scheduled; it didn’t make any sense.

“Alright,” Derek said. Stiles saw Derek glance over his shoulder and Stiles didn’t look, because he was pretty sure all he’d see was everyone staring at him. Shame made him want to curl up.

“Come and wait in my office,” Derek said and Stiles eyed him warily. Derek was…a big guy and Stiles didn’t know him much at all, and if Derek was right about this, then Stiles was going into heat. It wasn’t a good time for him to be around a strange alpha.

Derek saw his hesitation and looked down at him, “I’m not gonna hurt you, Stiles,” he said, his tone softening and Stiles swallowed and nodded, letting Derek take his shoulder and guide him over to the alpha’s office, Derek’s scent reminding him of pine trees. He didn’t really have a choice.

Derek gestured to a chair against the wall and Stiles sat slowly down, trying to ignore the churning of his stomach. Fuck. He pressed a hand to his face and tried to take deep breaths, but he was panicking. He could feel slick beginning to gather beneath him and he was shaking at the humiliation of all this.

“Hey, hey, Stiles, easy.” Derek came over to him and Stiles flinched back a little but Derek just crouched down in front of him, though the alpha clearly tensed at the proximity, and took Stiles’ hand gently. “Breath, ‘kay? Gonna be okay. Take deep breaths, alright?” Stiles was trying and Derek squeezed his hand lightly, “That’s it, good,” he said and Stiles released a shuddering breath at the praise. Fuck. Of all the people to be falling apart in front of it had to Derek fucking Hale, who had a reputation for being incredibly level-headed for an alpha but also being ruthless as hell. But Derek’s even breathing and general calm was somewhat grounding and Stiles found himself focusing on Derek’s scent and he let it settle his omega. He wondered whether Derek was mated; maybe that was why he was so calm. Stiles ignored the jab of disappointment from his omega at the thought.

“Sorry,” Stiles managed, when he could breathe again.

Derek let go of his hand and eased back a little, giving him space, for which Stiles was grateful, even as his omega wished Derek would stay close, touch him again. Stiles shoved that part of him down.

“Don’t worry,” Derek said. “Just sit there. I’ll call a cab.”

“Thanks,” Stiles said, before he put his elbows on his knees and tried to breathe through the nausea and the arousal that was gathering in his gut. “I’m not always this pathetic and sweaty,” he said weakly. “You should talk to me when I don’t feel sick. I’m the life of the party.”

“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” Derek said.

Stiles was shivering as the sweat dried on his skin, even as he was too hot. He laughed bitterly. “Yeah, maybe,” he said, keeping his head down. “As if this isn’t shitty enough as it.”

A wastepaper basket appeared in front of him and there was a glancing touch on his shoulder before Derek walked away again and Stiles blearily heard him talking on the phone.

“They’re on the way,” Derek said and Stiles nodded tiredly. “I’m just going to speak to my boss, okay? Just let them know what’s going on. Stay here for me?” Stiles nodded miserably and Derek left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Stupid omega, making life difficult for everyone else. He’d been so happy to get this job, impatient to prove himself and take on the stigma against omegas. But here he was anyway, making a mess of his trousers and, in a minute, probably Derek’s chair too. He resisted the urge to roll his hips against the chair because he was at work, goddammit, and he wasn’t some omega slut. Fuck.

Derek returned after a few minutes and Stiles found himself relaxing just a little at the presence of the alpha, at the warm smell of him, even though he tried not to let himself think like that. Derek was just helping him out, he wouldn’t want some stupid omega rubbing up against him like a goddamn cat.

“This makes no sense,” Stiles said, trying to drag his head back into the realm of rational thought. “I’m not due. My heats don’t come on this fast, and I’ve never felt this sick before.”

Derek didn’t immediately reply and Stiles closed his eyes to wait for the taxi. Derek probably thought he was just some idiot who couldn’t control himself. What alpha wanted to hear about omega heat cycles anyway-

“Stiles, I think you should get some blood taken,” Derek said after a moment and Stiles struggled to comprehend him.

“What?” he said intelligently. His stomach hurt, and his cock throbbed distractingly as this heat settled in to stay.

Derek was silent for a second, “It sounds like you could have been slipped something,” he said, perfectly even, though Stiles saw his fingers twitching.

“I hate hospitals,” Stiles mumbled while he was trying to process Derek’s words. Could he really have been given some heat-inducing drugs? Why? Did someone really hate him that much? “Sure, yeah, okay,” he found himself agreeing weakly. His omega didn’t want to disagree with the alpha, but he also thought that Derek might be right. There was a small, warm bubble of relief inside him that Derek hadn’t just brushed his words off entirely, that Derek believed him. “I’ll go after.”

“If there is something to be found, it’s best you get bloods done as soon as possible,” Derek said. “Otherwise it could leave your system.”

Stiles couldn’t form a coherent answer. The sickness had resided a little but the more classic symptoms of heat were setting in to stay, arousal making him twitch. His ass felt unpleasantly damp and he wished he could just sink into the floor, this was so embarrassing.

“Okay,” he managed finally.

“Taxi’s here,” Derek said and Stiles startled. He heard Derek sigh and found himself tilting his head to bare his neck submissively, trying to appease the alpha. Jeez, this wasn’t like him at all.

“It’s alright, I’m not mad,” Derek said gently. “Come on, let’s get you up.” He took hold of Stiles’ arm and Stiles allowed himself to be helped to his feet. Derek’s scent was strong and steady around him but Stiles cringed at the feeling of the slick against his ass, briefly hating his gender with a passion.

“I’m sorry,” he said, curled in on himself. If half the office had been able to smell him, betas included, then Derek had to be able to smell him too and Stiles shuddered with the shame of it. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled again.

“Shh,” Derek said, a warm rumble as he was guiding Stiles out the door and taking him down the corridor at a quick walk, Stiles stumbling uncoordinatedly behind him. Derek stayed between Stiles and everyone else, shielding him with his broad shoulders and Stiles was unspeakably grateful.

“Excuse me, thank you,” he heard Derek speaking and then they were in a lift alone and Stiles couldn’t keep his legs under him and he touched the wall of the lift and then slid to the floor. He winced at the pinch of his cock, trapped inside his pants. “Oh- dammit, no, Stiles, come on.” Stiles flinched away from the sharp words but Derek’s hands under his arms were nothing but careful as they pulled him back to his feet. “We’ll be on the ground floor in a second,” Derek said, “no time for sitting down. You’ll be home soon.”

“Okay,” Stiles breathed, leaning into Derek’s solidity. He heard Derek inhale sharply and, remembering himself, Stiles pulled himself up and away from Derek. He’s a fucking alpha, he reminded himself as he curled his arms around his ribs. “Sorry,” he said quickly, unable to look at the man. Fucking cock-tease omegas, the harsh voice in his head said, but Derek only kept a steady hand on his shoulder.

“Stiles, it’s fine,” he said, “it’s just biology, you’re okay.”

“Are you mated or something?” Stiles found himself asking. “You’re so calm it’s weird.”

Derek huffed. “I was in fire when I was young,” he said, smoothly. “It damaged my sense of smell. But alphas being unable to control themselves is a genderist myth, anyway.”

The lift doors pinged open and Stiles trailed behind Derek, staying close to him as Derek took him outside, the cool breeze feeling damn good against his heated skin.

Derek headed over to the taxi and Stiles let himself be herded by Derek’s careful hands. He caught a couple of disgusted looks sent his way by passers-by and he ducked his head in shame.

“S’okay,” Derek said, putting a hand on his back. He pulled the taxi door open and Stiles went to climb in, only for the taxi driver to start yelling at him. He reeled backwards, seeking safety and finding it with Derek.

He heard Derek talking with the driver, arguing with him, and Stiles curled his shoulders up further, trying to hide himself from the conflict. Derek’s hand started rubbing circles on his back and a little of the tension seeped out of him.

“Come on, Stiles,” Derek said as the taxi took off and Stiles stared uncomprehendingly after it. “I’ll drive you instead.”

“But- what about-” Stiles started weakly, but he let himself be led away towards the company car park. “I just want to go home,” he said, aware of how pathetic he sounded and yet the words fell out of his mouth anyway.

“I know, I’ll get you there, but the driver wouldn’t take you.” Stiles saw Derek glance behind him before wrapping an arm around Stiles’ shoulders, “Let’s get you off the street,” he muttered and Stiles nodded reluctantly, even as the parts of him still capable of rational thought were telling him that it was a terrible idea to get in a car with a strange alpha when he was in heat.

“You better not murder me,” he muttered as Derek was unlocking a gorgeous, sleek black car. “Nice car, though,” he said.

Derek laughed, “Thanks, I think,” he said, opening the passenger seat door for Stiles to climb inside.

Stiles hesitated again, looking nervously between Derek and the car. Derek frowned slightly at him. “Do you want to call a friend?” he offered after a moment. “Let them know who’s driving you?”

“I- yeah. Good idea,” Stiles said, his brain seeming to be moving twice as slow as usual. He fished out his phone and sent a text off to Scott, who he knew was at work, but he’d read it eventually.

Stiles cringed as he sat down and he wished he still had his jacket to put under his ass.

“I’m gonna ruin your car,” he said awkwardly as Derek got into the driver’s seat. “I swear I’ll pay for the cleaning.”

“Don’t worry about it. What’s your address?”

Stiles dragged it up from the depths of his memory and watched as Derek typed it into the satnav on the dashboard, before setting off. Stiles felt sweaty and disgusting all over and he knew from the way Derek’s hands twitched on the steering wheel, and then opened the windows, that he stank enough of heat pheromones for even Derek to pick up with his damaged sense of smell. Stiles’ cock was twitching in his pants and he twisted himself towards the door, away from Derek, face hot with shame, even as Derek was handling this whole mess with the grace of a fucking saint. He wanted to apologise again, but what help would it be?

Derek turned on the radio at some point and Stiles had enough thoughts left in his head to wonder if Derek liked the classical station he’d put on, or if he’d just chosen something calming for Stiles’ benefit.

“I don’t really want to take you to the hospital like this,” Derek was saying and Stiles tried to focus. “But if you want to go, I will.”

Stiles just wanted to go home, and his omega wanted to heed to Derek, and he was about to agree, before he stilled. “I won’t be believed if I say I was drugged if there’s no evidence,” he said slowly, feeling exhausted already even though he wasn’t even part way through this thing. “I’m gonna lose this job anyway. Could at least take-” he broke off as a rush of heat flooded through him and he groaned softly before clamping his hand over his mouth in horror. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“Alright,” Derek said, muscles twitching in his forearm even as his voice stayed perfectly level. “Hospital then. Hopefully they’ll have a vacant heat-chamber.”

Stiles was surprised that Derek even knew about those; most alphas were woefully ignorant of anything to do with omegas that didn’t directly affect them.

But it didn’t matter, “They get booked weeks in advance,” Stiles said. He curled his legs a little closer to his stomach in an attempt to hide the way his cock was pressed uncomfortably up against the inside of his work trousers. “You don’t have to stay,” he said, even as the thought of Derek leaving made him want to curl up into a ball. “I’ll- work something out.”

“It’s fine,” Derek said. “We’re almost there, just hang on.”

Stiles laughed weakly. He couldn’t really do anything else. He hadn’t had a heat this strong since his very first one, which an asshole alpha triggered when he was fifteen, but Stiles tried not to think about that. Derek wasn’t going to touch him like that, or, at least, he had yet to do anything to make Stiles wary.

Stiles closed his eyes briefly, unable to stay focused, and then opened them again when the car slowed. Derek was heading into the hospital car park and Stiles tried to rouse himself a little as Derek turned off the engine.

Derek got out and Stiles fumblingly unclipped his seatbelt and went to reach for the door, only for Derek to open it for him and hold out a hand.

Stiles shook his head and pulled himself up to get out, “I’m okay,” he murmured, his fragile pride needing to at least pretend to be okay. He ignored the slick he could feel beginning to seep down his leg.

“I know,” Derek said, stepping back to let Stiles get himself up on his own. Stiles blinked a few times once he was on his feet and then forced himself to set off towards the hospital entrance, even as he felt painfully sick again and his skin felt like it was burning.

“Stiles,” Derek said, “do you want my jacket? It might hide your scent a little.”

Stiles nodded reluctantly and let Derek drape his suit jacket over his shoulders, “Thank you,” he said quietly, looking up to catch Derek’s eye. The man had done so much more than Stiles could ever have hoped for considering this whole shitty situation, and especially from an alpha.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Derek said.

Inside the big, white building, Stiles let Derek steer him to the front desk and tried not to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski,” Stiles mumbled, when they were asking for his name. He glanced at Derek, who had his eyebrows raised but couldn’t work up the energy to say anything.

He was directed away and Stiles stuck shamefully close to Derek’s side, fearful of being abandoned amongst all these strangers. Derek touched his back lightly as they walked.

“I’m right here,” Derek said, seeming to pick up on his nervousness and Stiles couldn’t summon a reply but was grateful all the same.

Stiles was taken into a room and gratefully sat down, even as he had to subtly shift to adjust his cock in his trousers, and Derek hovered close by as a nurse came over.

“Hello sweetheart. I’m here to take a blood sample, is that right?” Stiles managed a nod. “Okay, let’s get some scent-blocker on you first, okay?” he said and Stiles blinked at him, before flinching when the tall beta went to take his wrist, rubbing something cold and liquid on his skin. “Can you do your neck yourself?” the beta said and Stiles nodded quickly. He didn’t want anyone except- no, he just didn’t want anyone touching his neck. The nurse handed him the bottle and he rubbed the scent-blocker on his neck, focusing on the spots under his ears, where his neck glands were.

“Great job, let’s get these bloods taken next, and then you two can head home-”

“We’re not-” Derek said, just as Stiles opened his mouth to deny it too, and they turned to look at each other before Stiles looked awkwardly away again. “We’re just colleagues,” Derek said after a pause and the nurse hummed in acknowledgement.

“Well you’ve both done a great job getting here,” he said soothingly. Stiles’ sleeve was already rolled up so the nurse just had to swab the area before he was unwrapping the needle and Stiles swallowed and looked away. Derek took his hand gently and Stiles looked down at those long, tanned fingers as the nurse took the blood sample. He blamed the rush of longing he felt on his heat.

“There we are, all done,” the nurse said. “We’ll get those analysed and send the results to you as soon as possible. Shouldn’t be more than a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you,” Stiles said. He wanted to shrug Derek’s jacket off because the material felt far too warm and abrasive against his overly sensitive skin, but he knew it was covering his scent a little, and he admitted, if only to himself, that he liked being able to smell Derek on him, around him. He could almost pretend that Derek cared for him.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” the nurse said. “We haven’t got any heat chambers free, I’m sorry. Are you okay to get yourself home or do you want a heat minder to take you?” Heat minders were nurses that specialised in omega heats, especially omegas that got particularly extreme or long heats.

“I don’t know-” Stiles started, glancing over at Derek. The alpha probably wanted to be done with the sweaty, heat-crazy omega that had been foisted on him, but something in Derek’s expression, and the presence of his pleasant scent, made him pause.

“I’m happy to take him home,” Derek said. “But if you’d feel more comfortable with a heat-minder, Stiles-”

“No, I mean, if you’re happy to- then I’d like that,” Stiles managed and Derek smiled.

“Okay then,” he said and Stiles smiled back shyly. He didn’t know why Derek hadn’t run for the hills by now, but Stiles would take what was offered. He shuddered as another wave of heat made him feel like he was burning up and more slick gathered beneath him. He swallowed thickly and tried to shove the arousal down. He’d never had a heat this intense.

“Great,” the nurse said, before producing some paperwork. “Now if you can both just fill these out for me.”

There was a form asking about Stiles’ contact details so they could contact him about the blood test results, and another that confirmed that he was aware and willing to go home with someone who wasn’t family nor a certified heat-minder. Stiles signed them, his hand shaking a little, and clammy with sweat. Derek had had opportunity enough to hurt him already and he hadn’t so much as lost his temper or gotten handsy. Stiles was willing to take the risk.

The time between leaving the hospital and getting back into Derek’s car was kind of a blur, and Stiles felt himself dropping into a doze once they were in the car and the radio was back on. Derek’s scent was stronger in the car and Stiles settled into it, allowing it to soothe him a little.

“We’re close, Stiles,” Derek said and Stiles startled at the touch on his arm. “You’re going to have to help me out here.”

“Sorry,” Stiles mumbled and pushed himself up to try and get his bearings, except, oh fuck- he felt sick. He hit Derek urgently on the arm, pressing a hand over his mouth and the car swerved as Derek immediately pulled over.

“Fuck, you okay?” Derek said as Stiles shoved the door open and vomited onto the grass verge. Stiles managed to nod, just trying to breathe and Derek didn’t say anything else.

When Stiles finally felt like he wasn’t going to throw up again, he pulled himself back up to drag a hand over his too-warm face and laughed weakly, “Bet you wish you’d ditched me when you had the chance,” he said.

Derek exhaled in a quiet laugh and Stiles was relieved to hear it. “You didn’t get any in my car,” he said lightly. “So we’re good.”

“Oh, so I’d be out on my ass-” Stiles started, and then had to pause to gather himself to say the rest, “if I’d gotten it in the car?” Stiles turned to give Derek a watery smile. “Noted.”

Derek laughed properly then, even as his eyes on Stiles’ face seemed worried. “Guess you’ll never know now,” he said.

“Dunno about that,” Stiles said. He still felt like he might retch again. His cock twitched insistently in his pants and Stiles had to force himself not to react to it. Fucking hell this was a mess. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to look Derek in the eye again, if he even saw Derek again after this. Stiles was pretty sure that work would find a way to fire him.

Derek made a soft noise of acknowledgment, “Let’s get you home. Which block is yours?”

Stiles peered out the window, “Eh- just follow this street for a bit longer, then there’s a car park on the- the right. I’m on the third floor.” Just that amount of talking and thinking exhausted him and he sagged backwards.

Derek got them parked up while Stiles focused on not vomiting. Even as his pride hated it, he let Derek help him into the apartment building and they got into the lift together. Derek was silent, appearing composed and Stiles felt like a complete mess. How was Derek so fucking calm? Even with what Derek had said, Stiles knew that Derek could smell him; weren’t alphas meant to not be able to control themselves? Wasn’t that what had been drilled into him? Sure, he had some scent blocker on him now from the hospital but he knew it wasn’t covering his scent entirely and Derek had been pretty much this collected the whole time.

“Is this not affecting you at all?” Stiles said finally, just as the lift was arriving. “How are you- how are you-” Stiles broke off, curling over his stomach at a stab of pain in his abdomen, barely managing to stop the whine that wanted to escape him.

“Stiles!” Derek said, alarmed. He took Stiles’ shoulders, “Are you going to be sick again?”

“Just- hurts,” Stiles ground out as he felt more slick slide down his thighs. It had to be showing through his trousers now. He forced himself back upright with a hand wrapped around his stomach. He’d never felt like this and it was scaring him. Home, he thought, just got to get home. He looked down the thankfully empty corridor and nodded towards his door. “Apartment- there,” he said.

“Alright,” Derek said. Stiles tried to move but ended up sinking down against the wall. “Fuck,” Derek said softly, before he crouched down.

“Sorry,” Stiles said breathlessly. He felt sick again.

“Can I carry you?” Derek said. Stiles managed to nod, kind of beyond caring at this point. His omega crooned happily at the feel of Derek’s strong arms wrapping around him but Stiles told it sharply to shut the fuck up. Derek was a colleague. The best, nicest, kindest colleague ever, sure, but Derek was going to be glad to be done with him and Stiles needed to remember that.

“Keys?” Derek said tightly, sounding like he was trying not to breathe, and Stiles had a brief panic that they’d come all this way only for him to have left his keys at the office but, no, they were-

“In my pocket,” he said. He couldn’t reach them with the way Derek was holding him, bridal style. Stiles clutched at Derek’s neck when Derek shifted his weight to reach into Stiles’ pocket and fish out his keys.

“S’okay, I’ve got you,” Derek muttered and then the door was open and Stiles, exhausted, lay his head against Derek’s collarbone, trying to subtly inhale as much of Derek’s woodsy scent as he could.

“Bathroom,” Stiles pleaded quietly, pointing the way. He felt sick again and he didn’t want to do it all over the floor, or worse, over Derek.

“Sure,” Derek said, kicking the door shut behind them before heading quickly in the direction Stiles had indicated.

Stiles was set carefully down on the bathmat and he shuffled wearily over to the toilet bowl as his stomach churned, but he didn’t throw up again yet.

“I’m gonna fucking kill whoever did this,” Derek muttered, barely audible.

“Mm,” Stiles said weakly, as his omega preened at Derek’s protective tone. “I get to kill ‘em first,” he said.

Derek laughed lowly, “Yeah, deal,” he said.

Stiles’ brief amusement turned into his shoulders shaking and he shifted to grip the toilet to be violently sick again and then, to his horror, he started crying.

“Hey, hey,” Derek breathed and Stiles heard him come over, before there was toilet paper wiping his mouth and careful hands on his shoulder, “You’re okay, this’ll pass.”

“I- I’ve never felt this bad,” Stiles choked, unable to look at the alpha. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t- have to be here.” Stiles felt too hot and pain was stabbing into his stomach, making him wince.

Derek put a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up,” he frowned. He ran one of Stiles’ face cloths under the cold tap, “Just hold that for me,” he said, gently pressing the cold cloth to Stiles’ forehead. “I’ll get you some water, okay?”

“Thanks,” Stiles said weakly, holding the blissfully cold cloth to his face. Water sounded good.

Derek came back with a glass and Stiles drank some, but didn’t have too much, since his stomach still felt painfully unsettled. He could feel that his slick had ruined the base of his boxers and his trousers.

“I think- I’m gonna take a shower, if that’s okay?” Stiles said. He didn’t know why he’d asked for Derek’s permission but it had fallen out of his mouth, wanting an alpha’s approval. Stiles squashed down a wave of self-loathing.

“Yeah, ‘course,” Derek said. Derek got to his feet, “I’ll- wait outside, if you want?”

Stiles could only nod. “Thanks,” he said.

“Just yell if you want me,” Derek said and Stiles managed to wait until Derek had left, closing the bathroom door behind him, before he started crying properly, pressing his hand tightly to his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. There was a lancing pain in his stomach and he felt disgusted with himself. This isn’t your fault, something in him said, but it felt like it was. Like if he was just been better able to control himself, or if he had made people like him more, then this wouldn’t have happened and Derek wouldn’t be stuck here, babysitting him.

Stiles dragged his sorry ass over towards the shower, carefully putting Derek’s jacket on the radiator before he yanked his shirt off roughly and peeled away his trousers and boxers with a whimper. He stilled, hoping that Derek hadn’t heard him, but there was no sound so he pulled off his socks and pulled himself into the shower, flicking it on and wincing at the cold spray.

Some first aid advice from somewhere told him not to shock his system with anything too cold so he got the water up to a lukewarm temperature and sat underneath it for several minutes before he could get up the energy to start soaping himself, and to clean the slick from his ass.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Stiles turned the water off. “Yeah?” he said.

“I’m leaving some clothes outside the door if you want them,” Derek’s low voice said.

“Thanks,” Stiles said gratefully, hearing Derek’s footsteps move away again. Stiles turned the shower back on to wash himself thoroughly, avoiding touching his half-hard dick. He knew from experience that touching himself never took the edge off, it only made things worse, so he resisted the temptation and stepped out of the shower to get himself dry, feeling a little more human.

He fetched the clothes Derek had left outside the door and couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose to them, catching Derek’s scent there amongst his own, and the laundry detergent. He flushed as he did it, knowing how wrong it was but he wasn’t quite able to stop himself. He dragged the clothes on and found a heat-pad in the cupboard under the sink to put in his underwear to catch the slick he was producing. Another stab of pain in his gut made him cry out before he could stop himself and he scrabbled back towards the toilet to throw up again, except there wasn’t a whole lot less and he was left with his eyes watering and acid burning his mouth.

“Stiles?” Derek’s voice was anxious at the door. “Are you decent? Can I come in?”

Stiles’ omega was pining for the comfort of an alpha that they were beginning to trust and Stiles couldn’t quite voice an assurance that he was fine. He didn’t feel fucking fine. “Yeah,” he said finally and Derek came straight in with a muttered, ‘fuck’.

“This can’t be normal,” Derek said, coming down to sit beside him. “Can I do something? Should I call for a heat-minder?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles breathed. Slick was coming out of his ass again and he still felt sick. “Maybe it will go away, right?” he said, unconvinced.

Derek was silent. “Maybe,” he said finally. There was quiet for a minute before Derek spoke again, “I wish we knew what was in your system.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said tiredly. “I didn’t think- anyone hated me enough- to do this.” He felt like crying again but swallowed it down and steeled himself. Fuck whoever did this. Fuck them.

“I doubt it was personal,” Derek said flatly. “Just straight-up bigotry against omegas. Probably jealous of how well you’ve been doing.”

Stiles laughed sourly, “What? Writing shitty articles about celebrities?” he glanced at Derek, remembering who he was. “Probably shouldn’t say that,” he added apologetically, as a wave of heat made him cringe.

“You’re being considered for promotion,” Derek said, sounding faintly amused. “And we always put newbies through writing the celeb pieces. Trial by fire kind of thing.”

Stiles laughed, “Well,” he said tightly. “Won’t be getting promoted now.”

“We’ll see about that,” Derek said and Stiles glanced up at him, seeing the irritated set of Derek’s eyebrows and struggling not to mewl in response to Derek’s apparent displeasure. Derek’s expression softened. “Hey. I just don’t want your career getting thrown away over some shithead fucking drugging you. It’s not fair. You’re a good writer, Stiles.”

“Didn’t realise- you even knew my name before this,” Stiles said. The praise settled him a little, even as he still felt like he was too goddamn hot and his stomach ached. He was stubbornly ignoring his stupid cock.

“I didn’t,” Derek said. “I had no idea you were called mee-chi-slov-something Stilinski.”

Stiles snorted, “Mieczyslaw,” he said.

“Mie-czi-sla?” Derek tried, not mocking.

“Pretty much,” Stiles said, sighing. It had been a long time since someone had said his real name.

“No, say it again, I want to get it,” Derek asked and Stiles obliged. “Mieczyslaw?” Derek said, getting it right and Stiles smiled tiredly and nodded. His name sounded nice in Derek’s rough voice.

“Mom used to call me Mischief,” he said, and then wondered why he’d shared that.

“Mm, that fits,” Derek said and Stiles poked Derek in the ribs in protest.

“I’m a model citizen,” he said weakly.

“Yeah, sure,” Derek said, gently teasing. “How’re you feeling?”

“Shit,” Stiles said honestly, before he could stop himself.

“Heats usually last twelve or so hours, right?” Derek said and Stiles nodded. “You want to sleep for a bit?”

“Okay,” Stiles said. He managed to stand on his own, though he didn’t mind Derek touching his shoulder to steady him. He headed through to the bedroom, switching the light on and Derek hovered in the doorway for a minute.

“You mind if I hang out on your couch?” Derek said, his hand flexing where it was holding the door frame and Stiles looked at him in confusion. “I don’t want to leave you here alone. I mean- I’m sure you’ll be fine but, just in case.”

“You don’t have to, Derek,” Stiles said, frowning. “I’m okay-”

“I just don’t like it.” Derek interrupted sharply and then winced. “Sorry. I’ll go if you want.”

“No,” Stiles said slowly. Derek had behaved perfectly but Stiles did have a lock on his bedroom door anyway, just in case. His omega was yelling at him to beg Derek to stay but he shoved it violently away, as he was used to doing. He and his omega didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. “It’s okay if you want to stay. You just- don’t have to.”

Stiles saw Derek’s shoulders sink down in apparent relief and he looked at the alpha in confusion, wondering why Derek cared so much about a near-stranger. Maybe Derek’s hormones, triggered by Stiles’ heat-scent, were confusing him as much as Stiles’ were. “Good,” Derek said. “Alright, I’ll be in the living room, then. Sleep well.”

“Thanks,” Stiles said weakly. “Thanks for everything. And if you get bored, I don’t mind if you go.” His omega minded very much.

“I won’t, but okay,” Derek said before he stepped out and closed the door. Stiles exhaled heavily and sank down onto his bed, feeling the wet heat-pad beneath him and pulling a face at the feeling. Gross.

He got up, wincing at the pain in his belly, locked his door, and changed his heat pad again before he turned out the light and sank into bed.

Derek’s scent lingered in the air and Stiles inhaled heavily as he closed his eyes, curling his legs up closer to his stomach to try to stop his abdomen hurting so much and it did help a little. His breathing slowed steadily and he fell asleep thinking about Derek’s scent and his warm arms keeping Stiles safe.

Links to:

Day 1 - Stabbed, Detroit Become Human

Day 2 - Bloody hands, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Day 3 - Insomnia, Harry Potter

Day 4 - “No, stop!”, Altered Carbon

Day 5 - Poisoned, Supernatural

Day 6 -  Betrayed, Detroit Become Human

Day 7 - Kidnapped, Supernatural

Day 8 - Fever, Yuuri!! on ice

Day 9 - Stranded, Detroit Become Human

Day 10 - Bruises, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Day 11 - Hypothermia, Supernatural

Day 12 - Electrocuted, Rise of the Guardians

Day 13 - “Stay.”, Marvel

Day 14 - Torture, Original Work

Day 15 - Manhandling, Teen Wolf

Day 16 - Bedridden, Harry Potter

[fiftyeightminutes]

here comes the prompt! will/riley + "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Note:  This prompt has the potential to be angsty as hell, but I decided to go in a fluffy direction instead.  I hope that’s alright, anon.  I just need some fluff in my life right now, and tbh Blueski have already dealt with so much it breaks my heart to hurt them.  So this takes place in a Whispersless future.  

Also, uh, this somehow became smutty by accident?  It’s just one scene, so feel free to skip that part if that’s not your thing.  Also, just assume Riley has been on birth control since they were able to stop being on the run.

---

Riley and Will have discussed getting married several times, but have never exactly sat down and decided they were engaged.  Given her history, Will had wanted to talk it over first, but deep down they’re both romantics.  Without it exactly being said, they both know Will wants to propose to Riley.  Now it’s just down to a matter of when.

One morning, Riley wakes up before their alarm.  Half-asleep and lying right next to him, she connects to Will without even thinking about it.  She catches wisps of his dream.  There is no coherent scene, but images flit across her consciousness.  Will on one knee.  A ring on her finger.  A sense of determination, and the feeling of tonight.

When their alarm goes off, Riley does her best to clear her mind.  She knows Will has wanted to wait for the right moment to propose, and she doesn’t want him to feel he missed that opportunity because she knew it was coming.  (Honestly, Riley’s pretty sure she’s going to be emotional anyway.  But Will’s a sap at heart, and Riley knows he wants to surprise her.)  By the time Will’s awake, Riley is focusing intently on what she wants for breakfast.

“Morning,” Will mumbles.  Then, scrunching up his face, “I’m really hungry.”

Riley laughs softly.  “Good morning.  Let’s get you some food.”

The two of them get out of bed and brush their teeth, then head to their small kitchen.  Will starts measuring out some coffee while Riley grabs the pancake mix from the pantry.

“What did you want to do today?” Riley asks, doing her best to sound nonchalant.  It’s Monday, the only day they usually both have off.  She knows he intends on asking her that night, but she has no idea if he has any plans before that.

“You’re sure awake this morning,” Will yawns.  He sets the coffee to brew, then walks over and puts his arms around her waist.

Riley gives him a quick kiss.  “Just in a good mood,” she says with a smile.

Will gives her a sleepy grin and says, “It’s contagious.”  Riley laughs.  “I was thinking we could just have a day together,” Will continues.  “That alright?”

“Sounds perfect,” replies Riley.

---

After breakfast, Will and Riley head to the bathroom to shower.  Riley is trying to tamper down her anticipation for that evening, but can’t seem to help the excitement that starts to overwhelm her.  Will brought light back to her life that she never thought she could experience again.  The idea of spending the rest of their lives together fills her, makes her whole.  From the smile adorning Will’s face, she can tell he’s feeling at least some of it from her.

The more she tries not to think about it, the harder it is to ignore.  So Riley stops pushing the feelings away.  Instead, she redirects them.  Returning Will’s smile with a coy one of her own, she slowly slips off her pajamas.

“You are in a good mood this morning,” Will says, already shirking his tank top and boxers.

Riley cups Will’s face in her hands.  “I just can’t stop thinking about how much I love you,” she whispers, then pulls him close and kisses him hard.

When they pull back to breathe, Riley wonders if Will can tell she knows something is different today.  He doesn’t look surprised by the fierceness of the kiss, and with how closely they’re connected, she’s sure he knows his feelings have bled into hers.  Neither of them press the point, though.  Riley pulls back the shower curtain and starts running the water.  Will steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his body against her own.  He’s not hard yet, but she feels his cock twitch with arousal.  When the water’s warm enough, she leads him into the shower.

Once the curtain is closed, Will pushes Riley against the wall for another passionate kiss.  She pulls him closer, one hand in his hair and another on his ass.  Will groans.  He grinds into her, cock growing stiff.  Skimming over his waist, Riley moves the hand that was behind him between their bodies, gripping his member.  They both gasp at the touch, the sensations reverberating from Will and into her.  Rather than bringing his lips back to Riley’s, Will begins to suck the sensitive skin at the hollow of her throat.  He drags his teeth across her, making her tremble.  Will works intently.  Riley already knows he’s going to leave hickeys all down her neck.  With other partners, she had never liked that.  But with Will, there is no shame.  Riley is his, and Will is hers, and she wears the marks of their love proudly.  She sighs contentedly, stroking his slick cock to hardness.  

Will makes his way down to her chest.  He licks her collarbone, moaning into her skin as Riley swipes her thumb across the head of his dick.  When he can focus again, he cups her breasts and squeezes softly.  He runs his teeth gently over her left nipple and rolls the right between his thumb and forefinger.  Riley’s head tips back.  She rests her weight between Will and the wall, her knees going weak from the sensations.  The warm water runs between them, heightening the experience.

Laying kisses between her breasts, Will moves his attention to her right nipple. His tongue moves over her expertly.  While Riley’s attention is drawn there, Will slips his right hand between her legs.  Teasing her, he rubs her clit lightly just as he sucks hard on her nipple.

“Will,” Riley sighs.  Her grip on his cock loosens, concentration lost.  His fingers slide easily between her folds.  She’s already slick with her own juice, and he pushes a finger inside her as his thumb continues to rub her clit.  “Will, please.”

Removing his hand from between her legs, Will pulls Riley close and looks her in the eyes.  “God, I love you,” he says, and their lips crash together.  Riley licks his lips.  He opens them for her, their tongues twining together.  Will’s dream is the last thing on her mind right now, her thoughts consumed by need.

Gripping her tightly, Will lifts Riley so she can wrap her legs around his waist. For just a few seconds, he holds her above him, the tip of his cock just brushing against her entrance.  Then Riley begs, “Please,” again.  Will can’t hold back any longer.  He pulls her down, gravity helping her take his whole length in one movement.

Riley groans.  Giving her a moment to adjust to his girth, Will leans forward for another kiss.  This one is messy, rushed.  It’s full of love and heat, and they feel flashes of their other selves.  The rest of the cluster doesn’t fully join them, sensing that this moment is for Riley and Will.   But they are all aware, experiencing it with them nonetheless.

It’s not long before Riley’s rolling her hips impatiently.  “Fuck, Riley,” Will pants.  He starts moving with small, quick thrusts, unable to pull out further with risking dropping Riley.  She grinds hard against him to make up for it.  They gasp against each other’s lips, Riley’s hips rotating and adding to the delicious friction.

One of her hands is tangled in his hair, and she moves the other between them to rub her clit.  Sparks of arousal shoot through them both.  The connection between them is palpable, the line where one of them ends and the other begins blurring completely.  When Riley’s walls clench around his cock, they experience both of their body’s responses simultaneously.  Will thrusts harder into her, his consciousness controlling her hand to make sure the pressure on her clit matches his pace.

“I love you,” Will sighs.  Their bodies move in time, the mutual need driving their rhythm.  Water runs in rivulets down their skin.  Riley is struck by the sight of Will - she’s captivated by his openness, how completely lost he is in her.

With every stroke, they move closer and closer to the edge.  Leaning back against the wall for leverage, Riley changes the angle of her hips.  Will’s next thrust brushes right against that sensitive spot inside her, and they both gasp.

Will’s movements become erratic.  Riley’s toes begin to curl.  Shivers run up their spines, pleasure spreading throughout their bodies.  Will’s name spills from Riley’s lips over and over again like a prayer.

The orgasm rolls through them both.  A shudder runs from Riley into Will, waves of euphoria overtaking their bodies.  Her fingers circle her clit until she’s oversensitive, his thrusts gradually stopping once he’s spent.

“I love you,” Riley murmurs, smiling down at him.

“I love you so fucking much,” he replies.  Will pulls her in for a kiss, this one softer than those before it.  They bask in the afterglow for a few moments, before Will’s legs start to get a bit shaky.  Riley unwraps her legs from around his waist, and he lifts her off his cock before lowering her back to the floor of the shower.  Riley wraps her arms around him, and Will pulls her close and rests his chin on her head.

After a minute or two, Riley laughs, “We should probably actually wash up before we run out of hot water.”

Will chuckles.  “We did sort of get distracted, huh?”

“Today’s just about us being together,” she says.  “I don’t think we got distracted at all.”

---

Riley and Will finish showering and get dressed.  It’s a warm spring day in Chicago, and the two of them decide to go for a walk.  Not too far from their apartment, there is a small park.  Hand in hand, the two of them make their way over as blooming trees provide them with shade from overhead.  Near the entrance of the park is the start of a paved path.  They follow it, entering into the woods.

They don’t talk much while they walk, just enjoying the quiet peace of nature and each other’s presence.  It’s been a little while since everything with BPO, but being on the run taught them to appreciate calm when they can get it.  The path eventually leads them to a field.  Riley grins and pulls Will with her out into it.  She finds a patch of wildflowers and lies down, urging him to follow.

Will seats himself.  He picks a small flower, places it behind Riley’s ear, then lies down beside her.  “Bluebell,” he explains.

Riley laughs.  “Of course.”  Turning toward him, she places a kiss on his cheek.

For a little while, they just lay on the grass.  Will pulls Riley in for a kiss at some point, and the two of them end up making out right there in the field like a couple of teenagers.  It never ceases to amaze her how giddy being with Will can make her.  He always manages to draw out the softest side of her - a side she had once thought was gone forever.  So many years of her life are just a haze of depression and party drugs, and the bright clarity in her mind that began with the appearance of Will and their cluster stands out in sharp contrast.

“When you first saw me in that church, where Angelica died, did you have any idea we could be here someday?” Riley muses.

“Where did that come from?” Will laughs.

“I was just thinking about how much things have changed since then,” Riley says.  “I was living in such a fog.  When I first saw you, I thought it was the drugs.  I had no idea you were about to save me from myself.”

Will’s eyes soften.  “I had some idea.  Not what you were going through - that I had no clue.  But when I saw you, something inside me already knew I loved you.”  He gently caresses her cheek.  “I’ll admit, I’m pretty sure I started hoping that night that we’d end up like this someday, and I haven’t stopped since.”

“Thank you,” she says, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.

“For what?” Will asks.

“For not giving up on me back then, even when I wanted you to.”

“Hey, look at me,” he says.  Riley opens her eyes.  “Giving up on you was never an option, okay?” Will insists.  “I love you.  Even if things get hard again someday, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you so much,” Riley says, giving him a watery smile.

“You’ve saved me from myself, too.  Over and over again.  You know that, right?”

Riley nods.

“I wouldn’t be here if not for you,” Will says.  “We’re in this together.”

A sense of permanence hangs between them with the statement.  Will’s hand moves, and for a moment Riley wonders if Will is going to pull out the ring right here.  But instead he reaches up to her face, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Will kisses her quickly, then pulls back with a grin.  “So if not at the church, when did it start for you?”

Riley ponders the question for a moment.  “Probably the next time we met - when I called you at the bar and Diego called me the chick with the weird accent.”

“Really?” Will laughs.

“You were funny and kind, and you cared more about what happened to me just from a few moments of knowing me than anyone else had in years,” she explains.  “I didn’t want you to get involved with my mess, but as soon as you were gone I was already hoping I’d see you again.”

Will smiles.  “It’s weird to remember how separate all of our lives were then.”

“I know what you mean,” Riley says.  “We had no idea that we didn’t have to be alone anymore.”

Pulling her close, Will runs his fingers through her hair.  “You’ll never have to be alone again.”

---

When they leave the park to get lunch, Riley can feel an anxious energy begin to bubble up in Will.  She can’t help being affected by it.  As they pass from morning into afternoon, ever closer to nighttime, the anticipation grows.  They stop to grab takeout on the way home, and both fall into nervous giggles when Will stumbles his way through his order.  Food in tow, the two of them head back to their apartment.

As Riley and Will eat, the nervous excitement rises between the two of them.  At this point, Riley’s pretty sure Will knows she’s figured something out.  He doesn’t ask, though, and she doesn’t say anything.  Each of them knows that the other has imagined this night a million times.  Riley doesn’t want to spoil it for Will, and she knows he’s likely thinking the same for her.  So they laugh and fumble their way through the meal, more awkward around each other than when they first met.

“Do you mind if I work on my set list for tomorrow?” Riley asks as they clean up.

“Go for it,” Will says.  “I’ve got a couple things I need grab from the store, anyway.”

“I can go with you if you want, I can always do my set list tomorrow while you’re at work.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t mind,” Riley says.

“It’s, um, a surprise actually,” he explains, blushing a bit.

“Oh!” she exclaims.  Riley tries to keep calm, but she’s sure Will must feel the flare of excitement in her.  “Don’t worry then, I can work on my set list while you go.”

“Okay.  No peeking,” Will teases.

Riley laughs, “I promise.”

After he grabs his keys and stuffs them in a pocket, Will gives Riley a kiss goodbye.  “I won’t be too long.  See you in a bit.”

“Be safe,” she says, squeezing his hand for a moment before he walks away.

Will smiles.  “Of course.”

Once he’s gone, Riley grabs her laptop and sets it up in the living room.  A part of her feels the tug of anticipation from Will.  She does her best to ignore it, though, pointedly focusing on her music instead.  The beginning of her setlist is easy enough to fill out - Riley’s happy with several of her mixes from the last week, and she’s content to keep playing them.  But she also likes to add at least one new song to every performance.  So after figuring out the rest of her set, Riley starts skimming through her vast music catalogue to work on something new.

Riley’s mind keeps straying back to Will as she skips from song to song.  For a moment, she’s tempted to share with him - to see what exactly he has planned for her tonight.  Instead, she picks one of his favorite songs, putting all of her thoughts about him into her music.  The opening chords of “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC come through her headphones, and Riley sets to work.

---

Will comes home about an hour later, a couple of grocery bags in one hand, the other behind his back.  Riley pauses her music and goes to pull her headphones off, but Will shakes his head.  “I was gonna go ahead and make dinner, so take your time,” he says.

“You don’t want any help?” Riley asks, half joking.

He grins.  “I think that would ruin the surprise part.”  Riley laughs, and Will heads to the kitchen while she turns back to her computer.

While he was out, Riley was able to lose herself in her work.  With Will home, though, the mounting curiosity and excitement begin to distract her.  Given their connection, there are no secrets between them.  She can’t remember the last time Will has planned something without her knowing every detail.  Her hand idly moves the mouse across her computer screen, but Riley’s mind keeps wandering, playing various potential scenarios rather than the music.

Before long, Riley feels Will’s hand on her shoulder.  She pulls off her headphones and turns to look at him.  “Dinner ready?” she asks.

“Yup,” he says, moving his hand from her shoulder and offering it to her to help her up.

Riley closes her laptop and puts it aside, then takes Will’s hand and stands.  A mix of his anxiety and her anticipation bubbles up in both of them on their short walk to the kitchen.

When they enter the room, Riley barely recognizes it.  The overhead lights are off, the area instead lit with several candles.  A bouquet of various blue and white flowers sits in a vase at the center of the table, a plate of chicken parmesan and a glass of red wine set at each of their places.

“I know it’s not gourmet or anything, but I wanted to cook something for you,” Will says.

Riley turns and kisses him.  “It looks amazing, Will.”  Smiling bashfully, he gestures toward the chairs and they take their seats.  He watches for her reaction to the first bite of food, all nerves.  When she smiles, Will sighs with relief and digs in.  “So what’s the occasion?” she asks, feigning ignorance.

“I wanted to do something special,” he says.

“You succeeded,” she replies, grinning before she takes a sip of wine.  “No reason?”

Will swallows.  “I didn’t say that.”  Riley raises her eyebrows at him.  “It’s for a lot of reasons, really,” he clarifies.

This answer surprises Riley a bit.  “Like what?” she asks.

“Like what we talked about in the park this morning,” Will says.  “Riley, I have never loved someone the way I love you.  From the first time I saw you, part of me knew I was meant to be with you.”  A warmth spreads from Will to Riley as he speaks.  “We’ve been through hell together - you’ve loved me at my worst.  I want everyone to know how much I love you.”

Riley smiles, heart swelling with excitement as Will gets out of his chair.  But rather than kneeling like she expects, he heads over to the fridge.  He opens it, looking around inside until Riley feels Will’s stomach drop.  Closing the door to the refrigerator, he starts double checking the grocery bags still on the counter.

“Is everything alright?” Riley asks.

“Champagne,” Will sighs.  “I can’t believe I forgot it.”

“That’s okay,” she says, trying to push some of her excitement to him.  “We’ve got wine.”

“There was supposed to be champagne,” he says absently.  “Hang on, I can go get some.  I’ll be right back.”

Riley chuckles.  “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Will stops in his tracks.  Eyes wide, he turns to Riley like a deer in the headlights.  Then, he cracks into laughter.  “I haven’t really been subtle, have I?”

“Not exactly.”

He walks back toward the table, then kneels down in front of Riley.  “Well then, Riley Gunnarsdóttir,” he starts, pulling a small jewelry box from his pocket, “will you marry me?”  Opening the box, Will reveals a sapphire set in a thin silver band.

Even though she knew this moment was coming, Riley is still overcome with emotion.  A lifetime ago, she was married to Magnus and wanted nothing more than to have a family with him.  After what happened in the mountains, Riley had been sure she would never want to marry again.  But now, just a few years later, nothing in her life is the same.  She lives in Chicago with a man she met in her head, and they have six other selves all over the globe as their family.  And as strange and dangerous as their lives became because of that, Riley knows she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Riley pulls Will up so she can kiss him.  Their lips meet hastily, the nervous tension of the day finally gone.  Eventually she pulls back, grinning.  “Of course.”

[kristenritchings]

Deleted Scene from Blue

               My senses started drifting back to me. I was warm and comfortable. I could smell salt and something else, something like sandalwood and…vanilla? I moaned happily and turned on my side as this soft surface seemed to mold to my body. I wanted to stay in this state, in this place, forever. However, you can’t pause time, and I knew better than to waste life not living in the moment. I slowly opened my eyes. A bright light hit me as I blinked rapidly and waited for my vision to adjust to the sunshine. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the beautiful blue ocean laid out in front of me. I was in a bathing suit lying on a towel surrounded by clean white sands.

               I should be freaking out since I couldn’t remember falling asleep here and didn’t recognize this beach at all, and yet, I wasn’t. I was getting pretty used to waking up in strange places. Plus this was the purest and most beautiful beach I had ever seen.

               My eyes drifted to the left, and I realized I wasn’t alone. There was a man, a beautiful man. I couldn’t control the feelings that rushed through me as soon as I laid my eyes on him. The sight should have struck fear in my heart; I should be absolutely terrified, but sweet lord, I wasn’t. My heart palpitated as it filled with so much love a lump formed in my throat. Devotion, gratitude, lust, respect, and countless other emotions raced through my veins as I took in the sight of him. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and nothing else, lying on a towel beside me. He had a book lounging against his perfectly sculpted chest with one hand propping it up as his other arm resting casually behind his head.

I’m impressed with my own restraint as I keep the moans and drool inside of my body. The sex appeal was oozing off this man in buckets. His arms and chest were adorned with droves of sigil tattoos for gods’ sakes.  

“Oh, you’re awake,” the man spoke as he slipped a bookmark into his novel before closing it.

He turned on his side to face me, and I froze. It was startling for me to hear him speak. My eyes finally moved up to his face. Gods, he was breathtaking. He had brown hair hanging slightly in his face, dark blue eyes, strong facial features and a jaw that could cut glass.

“Babe?” he asked as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

Babe? I was this man’s babe? I quickly cleared my throat to speak, but all I could manage was a strangled, “Huh?”

He began laughing, a low throaty sound that sent chills down my spine. I gasped for breath when I realized I needed air. “Weird dream?” he asked as he leaned closer to my face. Concern swam through his dark blue eyes.

“Uh-” I quickly cleared my throat again. “Uh, no, I’m fine.”

He smiled softly, his gaze melting with an emotion I couldn’t read. His hand reached out to grasp mine as he pulled it up to his lips for a lingering kiss. “I love you so much, my dear wife.”

  “Hell!” I shouted as I bolted up in bed. I panted as my heart hammered in my chest. I surveyed my surroundings as I attempted to calm myself. I was in my own bed again, the place I had actually fallen asleep. My lamp was still on, exuding a warm glow, and I was slick with sweat.

My head fell into my hands as I struggled to regain control of my breathing. What the hell was that? It was clearly a dream but it didn’t feel like one. It felt so real, so vivid. I truly experienced all of that. This was starting to become a regular habit. Maybe I needed some sort of sleeping pills.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. 8:00 AM. I’d been asleep for almost three hours this time.

I dragged myself out from between my sheets and found a dry shirt to change into. I took my time cleaning up in the bathroom as I tried to still my racing heart. I was confused and terrified but also excited. I returned to the bedroom and turned off my lamp before slipping into a pair of sweats.

I took a deep breath as I braced myself to face the new day. I pushed through my door and walked into the living room.

My two roommates stopped chatting immediately when they noticed me from their spot on the couch.

“Good morning, Indie!” Lillian chirped. I glared at my friend as I took in the sight of her. Lillian Jackson was a woman who never stepped foot out of the house until she was meticulously prepped. Nails always done without a single chip, hair styled to perfection, makeup flawless and clothes picked out to accentuate her essence. She was a vixen with an attitude, and I could never get over how immaculate she looked in the mornings. This blue-eyed blonde bombshell put me to shame in more ways than one.

I grunted in response as I made my way to cuddle up in the armchair across from them. I pulled my knees to my chest and rubbed my eyes as I attempted to adjust to the light in here.

“You’re just in time, Indigo,” Layla smiled as she sipped on her mug of breakfast tea. “We were just discussing some important things, like scheduling a training session.”

“It doesn’t really matter to me,” I shrugged. “It doesn’t affect me yet.”

“Yeah, well you should still be around for the lessons. Just because you can’t participate yet doesn’t mean you can’t learn,” Layla pushed. I stared into her light jade eyes and scowled. Layla Evans was the epitome of calm and collected. She had a gentle but firm air surrounding her. Lay’s tan skin was adorned with vibrant tattoos and she sported black shoulder-length hair that usually had color hidden throughout. She was mysterious and shy.

“Fine,” I scoffed. “Just pick a time and I’ll tag along.” I could never say no to Layla. She was too good for this world. She had a smile that let anyone know she was a woman with a kind and gentle soul.

“Your powers won’t stay dormant for much longer. I wouldn’t worry about it,” Layla cooed.

“Who’s worried about it? I’m fine,” I persisted.

“Universal language for not fine,” Lillian shrugged and leaned back in her seat.

“I’d love if we could just drop this,” I groaned. “It’s too early for this.”

“All I’m saying is, I know you’re feeling vulnerable right now, but there’s no reason for it. Clark and I were early bloomers and Layla’s powers just surfaced a year ago,” Lillian interjected as Layla remained decisively silent.

“Lay didn’t even know she was going to be gaining abilities!” I hissed. “But I’m fine. I mean, it’s not great waiting, but it’s fine.”

In reality, I was pissed. I wouldn’t tell them that since it wasn’t their fault, but my situation had well passed ridiculous. We were all part of a small minority of magical folk that spanned across the world. We could harness the power that existed in the universe. We were born from ancient families with the same gift in our blood.

I remember when my parents sat me down and explained the ways of the world to me. It wasn’t long after that we packed up and moved out to California. I was about fifteen when my mother insisted I belonged near similar folk like her dear old friend and her new family. Enter Lillian, my predetermined friend. Luckily, it worked out well. Though, her powers activated less than a year after we met.

Layla was Lillian’s longest friend; they went back to primary school. To say her powers activating last year was a surprise to everyone was an understatement. She never knew her father, so no one had any idea that magical blood flowed through her veins. Luckily she had the right friends.

And then there was Clark. He moved into the area a bit before I did without his parents. He also hailed from the South. It wasn’t long before we discovered we were hiding the same secret. He told us his powers had activated at 13, which was basically unheard of.

Here I stood, 21 years old, feeling like a dud, a magical anomaly… A disappointment to my parents.

“I don’t mind tagging along,” I broke the silence. “I guess I might as well learn before I can practice.”

Lillian perked up as my shoulders slumped in defeat. “That’s the spirit!”

I retreated into the kitchen for a cup of tea as I heard someone knocking on the door. Probably one of Lillian’s lovers. I filled our kettle with water as I heard her move to answer the door. I sifted through our cabinet looking for my favorite mug as I registered movement behind me.

I spun around to and my gaze landed on my hunk of a best friend, Clark Knight. He stood there like a total enigma. His broad shoulders blocked my view into the room behind him as he leaned against the empty doorframe. His short black hair was neatly swept and his dark brown eyes twinkled with affection as crossed his arms and frowned. “Doesn’t Lill know I’m a busy man? If she called this meeting for something that could’ve been discussed over text again…”

“I’m really not sure why you expect more from her at this point,” I shrugged as I turned back around and dug out my favorite vanilla blackberry tea.

“You’re right,” he gave a pained sigh. “Well I’m not hanging around all morning again. If you want a ride to campus with me you better be ready to leave soon.”

“Oh fuck you, impatient,” I scoffed as I took the kettle off the stove and began to pour my cup. “Actually, I think I’m gonna hang back today.”

“What does that mean?” I could hear the frown on Clark’s face as I busied myself looking for honey in the cabinet. His voice lowered as he came further into the kitchen. “Did you have another dream?”

“Fuck, man,” I slammed the honey onto the counter before whipping around. “Why is everyone up my ass this morning?”

Clark threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry to have brought it up.”

“Thank you,” I nodded. “I’m just trying to have a stress-free day.”

“Gotcha,” he backed away. “I’m gonna go see what Lillian wants now.” Clark booked it out of the kitchen to escape my foul mood as I took my time behind him.

I came out to find Lillian seated beside Clark on the end of the couch. She was leaning closer and closer to him as she spoke, practically about to fall into his lap. Anyone with eyes knew that Lillian was desperately in love with Clark. For some reason, he never returned the affection. No one knew why, considering she was sheer perfection. They would make a great couple; they were both so attractive, a blonde blue-eyed beauty with a tall, dark and handsome man. It was a match made in the heavens.

I ignored the lonely pang in my chest and strolled in to join the conversation.

“Oh, Blue, you’re just in time to hear Lillian tell me about how she dragged me down here to talk about something we could’ve just texted about,” Clark shot me a look with his eyebrows raised.

“Sounds important,” I nodded as I hid my smile by taking a sip of tea. The fruity tang of the berries in the tea along with the sweetness from the vanilla helped to immediately lift my mood as the fragrance wafted through my nose.

“Look, Lill, I’ve got to get to school early today,” Clark started as he stood up from the couch and took a step back. “I’ll text you about this after I get there.”

“Okay,” Lillian nodded as her eyes dimmed a bit.

“There’s something I want to show you in the truck, Blue, if you can spare a moment of your time,” Clark nodded towards the door.

“I guess,” I shrugged as I followed him out the door with my mug in my hands. He walked me around his truck and opened the door for me. “What is it you want to show me?” I asked skeptically as I made no move to get in.

“Just get in and I’ll show you,” Clark sighed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult?”

I took a sip of my tea as I eyed him. “Are you trying to kidnap me and force me to go to my classes today?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Clark rubbed his temple.

I thrummed my fingers against the warm ceramic of my cup as I took in his casual appearance. He wore a pair of jeans with a t-shirt and gave off the air that he was too good to be spending his time like this.

I shrugged as I stepped into the truck and relaxed back into the upgraded leather. As he closed the door, I admired how good his car always smelled. There was something so comforting about the smell of leather and pine. I had many wonderful memories inside this truck.

Clark jogged around and climbed into the driver’s side, slamming the door shut.

“So what’s up?” I asked again. I swallowed and snuck a peak over at him.

I watched his mouth slowly turn upwards as his dark brown eyes dragged over me. My breath caught as his sharp gaze stripped me to the bone. A devastating smirk flew across his lips as his gaze left mine. “You’ve been acting so weird lately. I just wanted to hang out for a minute before I’m due to my first class.” He reached into his pocket and fished out a pre-rolled joint.

“Oh, sweet,” I beamed as Clark snapped his fingers and a small fire erupted from his fingertips. I met his gaze as he held the jay in his lips and put his flaming fingers to the end of it. The familiar sound of his snap followed by crackling flames helped to set me at ease. He got it rolling before passing it to me.

I brought it to my lips and took a small drag as Clark broke the silence. “So what’s been bothering you?”

I paused to listen to the silence of our conversation as Clark took a puff. “What happened between you and Lill the other night?” I stammered out quickly before I lost the nerve to ask. “It’s just that when things are weird between you two, they’re weird for all of us. Layla and I included.”

“What are you talking about?” Clark frowned as he passed me the joint and coughed. “Nothing’s ever happened between us.”

“Oh bullshit,” I rolled my eyes and inhaled a puff of smoke. “I don’t truly believe that you just happen to arrive earlier than I wake up on several occasions. I think you just wake up here.” I blew out a smoke cloud and watched as it wafted in his direction.

He reached over and gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Our lips were mere inches apart, and I watched the corners of his mouth twitch as he purred, “Would I lie to you?”

“Just because you haven’t yet doesn’t mean you never will,” I laughed as I wriggled from his grasp and took another hit.

He chuckled as I passed the jay back. “Listen, I know Lill is pretty…intense when it comes to me. I pretend to be oblivious to spare her feelings because it’s not something I reciprocate. I don’t make a big deal about it because I don’t want her to feel embarrassed or unwanted or anything like that. Make sense?”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him roll down his window to ash. “She doesn’t even talk to us about it,” I confided as I leaned back in the seat.

“Oh yeah?” he handed me the joint.

I nodded as I took a slow drag of the harsh smoke that caused my body to feel numb. “She doesn’t hide it well, of course. But it’s not something she wants to talk about, I guess.”

“Maybe she’s not comfortable with you guys knowing she’s having trouble getting something she wants,” he suggested with a wink as I passed it back.

“Yeah, probably,” I conceded as I watched him take a long hit.

The smoke began to filter out of his nose as he exhaled. “So what else has been on your mind, blue eyes?”

I scoffed as I watched him pull out a pocket ashtray and disposed of the lit roach. I contemplated telling him about my latest dream that had felt so real, but my confused feelings complicated things. Something inside me that I couldn’t quite tap down was telling me not to burn this bridge. I had a feeling he wouldn’t take this well.

“So…was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” Clark pried in a soft tone.

I chewed on my lip; I was still torn on telling him about my dream. He’d been so touchy when I discussed my realistic dreams lately. “I, uh-” I cleared my throat. I should tell him.

Before I could work up the courage I was interrupted by a loud ringing. I jumped out of my skin at the alarming noise that broke the quiet atmosphere.

Clark shot me an amused look as he reached into his back pocket to grab his phone. “What’s up?” he answered. A small smile spread across his lips as he listened to someone on the other line. “I guess she left it in the house,” he laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair with his free hand and stuck his tongue out at me.

“Uh-huh…uh-huh,” his tone changed as he let out a small sigh. “She’ll be back in a minute…. I’m not going to be late for class.” His face clouded over with annoyance as he rubbed his brow. I met his gaze as I heard a faint voice speaking nonstop. After a moment Clark rolled his eyes, pulled his phone away from his face and hung up.

“Did you just hang up on someone?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” Clark smirked. “Lillian. She was telling me I need to head to class.” He shook his head and glared out the window. “She better get her jealously under control. I can’t even spend time with my best friend without her harassing me about it.”

“You better get going before she realizes you hung up on her and comes out here,” I laughed as I opened my car door.

“We’re not even together!” Clark growled, helpless. “And I’ve given her no reason to think…” he rubbed his temple.

“Sorry, man,” I shrugged. “Better stop making women fall in love with you.”

“If only it were that simple,” he shook his head. “She said she tried to call you first, by the way. You should really keep your phone on you.”

My hand flew down to my back pocket where I usually kept my phone. “Yeah, yeah,” I played it off as my fingers felt my phone case. “Have a good day of classes,” I chirped as I hopped out of the truck.

“Have a good day off,” he smirked as I slammed the door shut.

I walked towards the front door as I listened for him to back up and drive away. As the sound of his tires pressing against the asphalt faded away I pulled my phone out. I hadn’t heard or felt it ring. My suspicions were confirmed as I showed no missed calls. I rolled my eyes as I put it away and walked back into the house. Any excuse for her to talk to Clark.

-Kristen Ritchings