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smurphyse · 3 years ago

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Desert Hollow

Masterlist

Chapter 10 of Over Your Shoulder

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Jasper Donnelly Keaton (Long Lost Love AU)

Word Count: ~11k

Summary: This was originally a single chapter with Chapter 9, but I decided to break it up for readability!

Warnings: Torture, talks of torture, Mentions of drug use, Murder/Body mutilation, Death, terror

Desert Hollow, California- Seven Hours Later

They were sent to an old mining town called Desert Hollow. It consisted of a few ramshackle houses and shops with ranches and farms on the outskirts. People lingered on the streets to gawk at the team in their FBI gear as they rolled into town.

Spencer, JJ, Jasper and Luke were sent to the location where the body was found, the others to the police station and the coroner’s office. This was the third body of a local deputy in as many weeks, and the terrified sheriff had called them in as soon as this one had been found.

They found themselves engulfed in the desert canyons, the sun beating down on them with no relief under the cloudless sky. Spencer studied the photos of the body that had been taken before the coroner claimed it. Jasper stood next to him, plum and spiced cherries wafting from her as she huddled close to see the photographs. It was incredibly distracting.

He hadn’t slept that first night after Moe’s. After taking a ‘toasty’ Jasper to the hotel, Spencer took his time getting back to his apartment, then lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling.

Ten months of his life played, moment by moment, on the popcorn ceiling as he watched helplessly. Jasper’s soft smile and bouncy hair, Spencer always trailing close behind, his hand loosely entangled with hers. Late nights drinking and laughing with Jack Keaton. Alyssa showing up out of nowhere and flirting with him in front of Jasper, which aggravated them both to no end.

He’d written her off as harmless, as had Jasper. Spencer always showed Jasper the depth of his affection for her, but as their relationship reached its ninth and tenth month, their arguments began over her missions, his hours at work, their inability to have a moment alone without Jack or Alyssa breaking their peace.

Finally, his torture ended, the horrid memory of Jasper’s face, wounded and full of hurt, having barely the mind to snatch her purse from the table and flee from him. He went after her, but by the time he got to the front doors of the building she’d disappeared, vanished like smoke into the darkness.

Spencer had kept an eye out for Jasper over the last few months, unconsciously figuring out which times she’d be likely to come to Moe’s based on their schedules. He clung to those moments like a lifeline, soaking up every available bit of time with her. He knew he was holding onto a hope that he shouldn’t have. Jasper didn’t trust him, and based on what she knew she had every right not to, but part of Spencer would always hope she wanted him again.

He didn’t even know how a relationship between the two of them would work now. Jasper had stayed so much of the same but changed an equal amount. He knew he was the same way, and that the longer he went without telling her of the things that happened in the last fourteen years, the greater the gap would be between them.

But he didn’t want to tell her. Not about prison, Tobias Hankel, Maeve. So much had happened, so much had hurt him, and his first instinct now that Jasper was back was to flee to her arms and have her comb those limber fingers through his hair and sing him to sleep like she had before.

He wondered how much she had yet to tell him, but knowing Jasper, she’d never tell him half of it. She kept everything close to her heart, wrapped tightly away from the world and even herself, so she didn’t have to feel the pain that lingered.

He knew Jasper, but little of what led to the Jasper he’d known. He knew her father was abusive and scary, and that her mother did little to protect her. He knew that she grew up dirt poor and had to fend for herself before going into the Marines. He knew her father had died just after she turned sixteen, and her mother had abandoned her to him a while before that. He knew she had a friend named Sam, and that something horrible had happened to him, but he never knew what.

She would wake up screaming, desperately clawing her way back to the world from her dreams. He tried not to ask questions, to help soothe the nightmares away. She’d mutter to herself as she woke up, then apologize and cry for waking him up. He’d shush her, humming along to that song she used to lull herself back to sleep, and soon enough knew the lyrics well enough to start singing it for her. His voice wasn’t as good as Jasper’s, but it seemed to help her enough.

Daddy, stop!

Wake up, Sammy, please!

Just stop, please stop.

Those desperate shouts for relief haunted him, especially when she went away on missions. She’d come back with new things to scream about in her sleep, her eyes glassier and further away each time she came back.

She told him before her last mission that she was leaving the Marines once her bit was up, and he was terrorized with the knowledge that she’d stayed after she left him. His perceived betrayal led her straight into the line of fire, and she hadn’t looked back, coming back now grizzled and hardened in a way she hadn’t been before. He wondered if she still sang to herself, wondered if she still had his Caltech sweater to curl up in when she was scared.

“This is gross,” JJ muttered, glaring at the bloodstained sand. She’d seen the crime scene photos, quickly growing bored with them and scanning the scene instead.

The body had been decapitated and placed on the top of a pike of sorts, as had the other pieces of his body. His entrails were strung between the poles like grotesque garlands. It was clearly for shock value, and judging by the few piles of vomit on the perimeter of the scene, it had worked.

Jasper had moved away from him, scanning the canyons with her hand on her holster. Luke was watching her carefully, clearly thinking hard about what to say to her. She had that same look when Spencer had taken her to Las Vegas all those years ago. Her hand had been on her hip, scanning the skyscrapers for snipers and monsters nobody else could see. At the time, he hadn’t really understood PTSS as he did now, but he could tell by Luke’s face that he was thinking the same thing.

“Where not in Iraq anymore,” Luke muttered, bumping his hip with hers and startling Jasper out of her thoughts.

“I know, you asshole,” Jasper growled, taking a breath and scanning the sights once more. “JJ, Spencer, come here.”

“What is it?” JJ asked as they huddled a few feet from where the body had been. Jasper gnawed on her cheek for a moment, then turned to Luke.

“Do you remember Fallujah?”

“Unfortunately,” Luke nodded slowly, unsure of her point.

“What does that have to do with this?” Spencer asked. He had never been to the Middle East, but knew that between Jasper and Luke, they’d both covered most of the area and were experts, and Luke had mentioned something bad happened in Fallujah when they were in Alabama.

“We were ambushed on our way back from a mission,” Jasper began, her voice level, “we got pinned down and had to run into the hills. Luke was shot, nothing too bad, but enough that it slowed us down while we climbed through the terrain.”

She stared at Luke, hard and grave, then spoke again, “We had to hide in the cave.”

“Fuck,” Luke muttered, swiping a hand down his face. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, sighing heavily and watching Jasper worriedly.

“You see it now?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you guys talking about?” JJ asked impatiently. It was hot and uncomfortable outside, and they were ready to leave the canyon as soon as possible.

“We hid in the cave for three days,” Luke told her. “Marines have special training in camouflage and hiding in enemy territory. Jasper and Jack created a blind, covering the mouth of the cave. Our team hid in the cave for three days… while Iraqi insurgents set up a camp right in front of it. We had to stay in complete silence, and we watched them search for us, but they never found us. We managed to sneak out of the canyon and get back to our Humvee, then we met up with another convoy and went back to base.”

“We saw everything,” Jasper said, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Everything they did, heard everything they said, for three days. They never even noticed us.”

“But you noticed something here?”

Jasper nodded, “Don’t look, but thirty yards behind you, Spencer, is a Marine-made blind. Nobody would notice it unless they knew how to make one themselves.”

“Why would they set up a blind?” Luke asked her. Jasper had become the de facto expert at this moment, and they all looked to her for direction.

“There’s not enough blood here, so obviously our guy wasn’t killed here. But, the unsub set up the remains to shock and disgust whoever found it. Why do that? Why not kill them here and make it really messy?”

“It’s too hard to get in and out of the canyon,” JJ offered, fidgeting as she tried to not look around for the blind. Spencer felt the same, his neck tugging to force him to look for it.

“Then why even put the body here? It was so unlikely to be discovered,” Jasper told them, “but, if you’re patient, or trained to be, you could hide out in a cave until someone stops by and then you get to see how horrified they are by what they found.”

“You think they’re still in the cave?”

“Maybe,” Jasper shrugged, “Maybe they stayed long enough to see the first responders, then headed out. Either way, if there’s a Marine hiding out in that cave, I don’t want them to know that

we can see it until they have no escape.”

Luke turned and walked back toward the two deputies near the cars, the rest of them trailing closely behind. “Follow me,” he told them quickly, then stepped into the SUV.

They glanced at one another, hesitating before getting into their car. Spencer glanced at Jasper, who was watching the two with suspicion. They piled into the SUV, the deputies following in their car through the canyon, then they circled back on foot.

Jasper and Luke led the way, and Spencer and JJ were blown away by their speed and agility. They glided gracefully through the sand, even in their heavy boots, while the rest trudged slowly behind. They motioned to one another, having silent conversations only achieved through years of working together and shared trust. They had entire faith that the other would protect them, no doubt was present in either.

They stopped behind the mouth of the cave, having come back through the canyons and snuck around it. Luke motioned for JJ and one of the deputies to follow him, and they scaled the back of the cave. Jasper, Spencer, and the other deputy waited ten minutes in silence, Jasper never leaving her back exposed to the stranger, then peeked her head around the edge.

She turned back to them, motioning for them to fan out behind her. They turned the corner and approached the mouth of the cave, Luke’s small team doing the same on the other side. Jasper and Luke pulled down the sand-colored netting in a swift motion, then stormed the cave.

There was a sleeping bag and some provisions in the back, a few footprints and food wrappers on the ground. Once they cleared the small hole in the canyon, Jasper began snapping photos of the footprints before allowing the others inside.

They processed the scene, Jasper standing back and watching the deputies work with a close eye. She and Luke shared a few glances, neither showing their backs to them or letting them out of the line of sight.

Once they were done, they headed back to the station to meet up with the team and go over ideas. Jasper was quiet the entire way back, her tongue tucked between her teeth as she analyzed the day in her mind. Spencer could tell she had an idea about something, but was waiting until she had enough to go on before sharing.

The remaining five deputies of the department- Sheridan, Lyden, Hockstetter, Jensen, and Polk, the last two having been the ones who accompanied them to the scene- lingered in the bullpen as they met with Sheriff Holcomb. He ushered them back to their desks and brought the team into a small conference room to talk about what they’d found.

“I know my deputies are nervous about all this,” he said, shutting the door firmly behind them. “I don’t wanna worry them more than I have to.”

“When did you move here, Sheriff?” Jasper asked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Her feet were firmly planted on the floor shoulder length apart. Spencer recognized this stance, it was her confrontation pose.

“About eight months ago I came here from Santa Vista,” he told her, surprised. “The last sheriff was shot in a standoff with some drug runners. How’d you know?”

“You don’t seem to be worried in the same way your deputies are,” she said. “You got a problem with drugs in this town?”

The rest of the team eyed Jasper, but let her take the lead. Jasper had proven over the last few months that she had an eye for detail, picking up on innocuous clues and context that the rest of them would have normally overlooked. She was like a dog with a bone, and she’d suck the marrow out of a clue until it was finally debunked.

“Since arriving I’ve noticed we’re a bit of a way station for smaller cartels. I’ve been trying to put an end to it, but I think they’re the ones doing this.”

Jasper nodded, then plopped down in one of the seats around the table. She watched the sheriff closely, thinking of what to say next. “What do you know about the deputies that were killed?”

“They were good men, honest men. They served me well and I didn’t have any problems with them,” he offered, feeling disarmed as Jasper’s demeanor softened toward him.

“What about the others? Any infighting?”

“Well, I’m not sure. They tend to discuss their issues privately. I don’t think they’ve got the same rapport with me as they did their last sheriff.”

“We should search the victim’s houses,” Jasper told Emily, who nodded in approval. She turned back to the confused sheriff, slapping on her most charming Louisiana accent and a smile. “I know the deputies already did that when the bodies were found, but I’d like to take our team by, Sheriff, see if we can find anything else.”

“By all means.”

They left the deputies behind, splitting up into three teams to search the homes of the fallen deputies. Jasper, Luke and Spencer went to one, JJ, Emily, and Lewis to another, then Walker, Rossi, and Holcomb to the first victim’s.

Jasper’s investigator mode was something to watch in awe. Her mind raced a million miles a minute, rivaling Spencer’s as she took in all the information of the sights before her. Luke and Spencer went to work searching through books and files, while Jasper sat back and scanned the rooms one by one. She was searching for something specific, something she wasn’t ready to share yet, and they let her do her own thing while they worked.

They were in the master bedroom, looking through a dead man’s personal effects while Jasper stood and watched, hands on her hips. Finally, she moved to the bathroom. She pulled open the cabinet behind the sink, gave a sound of triumph, and began pulling out the contents beneath.

Luke and Spencer joined her in the little bathroom, Jasper pulled herself into the cabinet, and Spencer heard a sliding sound and a thunk. She stuck her hand out behind her, handing them a slice of wood paneling. She pulled herself back out and looked at Luke.

“There’s a stash hole back here.”

“Anything in it?” Luke asked her, crouching down to look into the small cabinet.

“Little bit of white dust,” she told him, then looked up at Spencer. “Whatever was in here was cleared out.”

“Cocaine?” Spencer asked, crouching down as well to take a look. It was a small hole, only two foot by one foot, but it was clear what it’s intended use was for. There had probably been money and guns with the drugs.

Jasper flipped out her phone and dialed a number. “Emily, look for a stash box. I found one here, and it looks like it was used for drugs.”

She called Rossi next, then they went back out to their car to discuss what they’d found. They huddled next to the SUV, as if someone might be listening in.

“I had a bad feeling about this case.”

“You think the deputies are running drugs,” Luke said, crossing his arms and shifting his weight between his feet.

“That last victim looked enough like a cartel victim, but I think whoever did it enjoyed it a little too much.”

“You think the sheriff’s in on it?” Spencer asked.

“I don’t know, drugs aren’t really my area of expertise. I usually find terrorists, not corrupt officials.”

“If they are, why are they killing each other off?” Luke theorized, tapping his chin with a finger. “New sheriff means new standards, new ways of doing things. Maybe the victims wanted to come clean, or stop altogether. Maybe they just got in the way.”

“Drugs usually lead to infighting. If the hierarchy was just these eight guys, it’s entirely possible the structure is falling down. They’re turning on the weaker links.”

They headed back toward the station, and Emily confirmed that they had found stash boxes in each of the victim’s houses. They waited outside while the sheriff went back inside, then shared their theories.

“We’ve seen this before,” Emily said, giving a sad shake of her head. “If the sheriff is innocent, the DOJ will come in and finish the investigation, then set up the station with officers from other counties.”

“How would we even go about it? We don’t really have evidence besides Jasper’s hunch,” Walker asked, giving Jasper an approving glance. “I mean, I think she’s right, but we have to build a case before calling in the Department of Justice.”

“If we question the deputies they’ll just catch on,” JJ said, shuffling her feet in the sand. “Last time this happened it ended in a shootout and Spencer taking a bullet to the neck.”

Jasper’s head shot toward him, “What?”

“I was fine,” Spencer shrugged, trying to dismiss the angry look on her face. “It’s not even the worst injury I’ve had.”

“Well, that’s not the point, is it, Stick?” she asked, giving him a smug look full of ferocity. He just sighed and glared right back at her for using his own rebuttal against him.

“I just got a call,” Sheriff Holcomb gasped as he hustled out of the station. “Deputy Jensen called me in a panic, said he had evidence against Polk and the others. He said they’re the ones who killed the deputies. What do we do?”

“Where are the other deputies now?” Emily asked, whipping out her phone and dialing a number.

“I don’t know, they’re not inside and their cars are gone.”

Emily spoke into the phone quickly, then hung up. “The DOJ is on the way.”

“Who are they sending?” Jasper asked, rubbing her forehead with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around her chest.

“Agent Dryer and his team.”

“Good,” Jasper nodded. “I’ve worked with him before, I can stay behind and wait for them and debrief upon arrival.”

The rest of them jumped into their SUV’s. Jasper waited for them to head down the street, then went back inside, and Spencer’s chest tightened as she disappeared from view.

It took fifteen minutes to follow Holcomb to Jensen’s house. The team fanned out around the property, then headed inside. Spencer followed Luke and Rossi through the back door, immediately splitting up and clearing the little place room by room.

“Clear!” rung out multiple times as they finished.

“Guys,” Walker’s voice came from a bedroom at the front of the house, “I got a body.”

It was Jensen, shot twice in the chest and once in the head. He was sprawled out across his mattress, a look of shock on his young features. He was only in his mid-twenties, and Spencer felt a sense of sorrow for the man, even though he had been involved in something nefarious.

Luke went about searching for a stash box, and quickly found it hidden behind a panel in the hall closet. It had already been cleared out.

Spencer’s phone began ringing, he pulled it out and read the caller ID. Garcia. He turned on the speakerphone as the rest of the team joined him.

“What’s up, Garcia?”

“It’s Jasper! She called me but wouldn’t answer the other line. She was talking to someone and then I heard a gunshot.”

“Garcia, pull up the live footage from the station and send it to our tablets. We’re on our way,” Emily told her, “Any word on DOJ?”

“They’re an hour out.”

Luke turned on his heel and headed straight for the SUV, hardly waiting for the rest of them to pile back inside. Spencer pulled out his tablet from his bag, and tried to hide the gasp in his throat as he laid eyes on Jasper.

Blood was pouring from her nose as she hid behind a desk, her gun held tightly in her hands. He could see Lyden, Polk, and Hockstetter searching for her through the bullpen of the station. Sheridan lay dead on the floor, an obvious headwound right between his eyes.

“We’re fifteen minutes out,” JJ said, “she’s gonna have to survive that long by herself.”

“If anyone can, it’s Jasper,” Luke told the team, but didn’t look too sure.

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Jasper spent twenty minutes waiting for Dryer’s team to arrive. She sat on a desk near the Sheriff's office, fiddling with a stapler for a little bit, then running her fingers through the sand of a zen garden when the door opened.

Polk, Lyden, Hockstetter and Sheridan waltzed in the door without a care in the world. Hockstetter and Lyden fanned out, searching the rooms for any stragglers, but Jasper knew she was alone in the place.

She slipped her phone out of her back pocket as if she were sending a text, and dialed Garcia’s number. She turned off the screen and set it back down on the desk. Jasper played some more with the sand as they lined up in front of the desks, Polk and Sheridan a desk away, the other two a few behind them. Polk was the biggest, and Jasper decided he would be the hardest to take down. He held himself like a Marine, and knew without asking that he was the one who killed the deputies. He had that gleam in his eyes, just like her father used to have, the look of a man who enjoyed hurting others.

“Looks like they left you all alone, little lady,” Polk grinned, leaning against one of the desks, his hand on his holster.

“Looks like,” she agreed. She slid her hand onto her own holster, unbuttoning the clasp and palming her grip.

“You aren’t from around here,” he told her, standing tall and smug as he stared down at Jasper. He had at least a foot and three inches on her, but she wasn’t deterred. “You think you can pull faster than a cowboy?”

“You think you can pull faster than a defenseless little lady?”

Polk’s arm twitched, and Jasper grabbed a handful of the zen garden sand and tossed it in his face with one hand, pulling her gun out with the other. She fired a shot at Sheridan, who dropped like a rock. Polk swung a meaty fist at her, and it connected with her nose. Her head rocked back as tears sprang in her eyes, but she picked up the open stapler and backhanded Polk in the forehead as he spit sand out of his mouth.

He snarled out in fury, sinking to his knees as Jasper dove across the sea of desks. She heard a few shots ring out, and her right side seared in pain as a bullet ripped through her stomach. She held her gun against her chest as she heard them searching for her, trying to ignore the flaring pain in her body as blood poured down her face.

She saw a foot round the corner, and Jasper shot up, shoving her shoulder into the solar plexus of Hockstetter, who barreled backwards across a desk and over the other side. She pointed her gun at Lyden and pulled the trigger twice, satisfied as his body rocked backward and slumped down onto the floor.

She hopped up onto a desk and looked around. Polk was standing up again, his back to the window of the conference room. Jasper took a deep breath, then bolted across the tops of the desks. She tucked her head down and steeled her shoulder for the impact as she hit Polk in the chest as he stood wobbily, her body weight forcing the top of his through the window. He coughed heavily and sank to his knees and Jasper turned her attention back to the rising Hockstetter.

He snarled at her and swung a punch her way. Jasper pulled back, but his fist connected with her gun, knocking it out of her hand and skittering across the linoleum. Jasper rolled, reaching for her gun as Hockstetter’s hand clamped around her ankle. Jasper kicked at him as she stretched her fingers toward the blessed metal. Her finger looped around the trigger and she tugged it toward her. She clasped the grip in her palm and turned back to Hockstetter. His eyes widened as she pulled the trigger, his clutching hand releasing as the bullet tore through his skull.

Jasper took a few deep breaths as she tried to steady herself, but she forgot about Polk.

His big hand wrapped around her throat and lifted her from the floor. Jasper swung the gun toward him but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard enough that Jasper heard a snap, then a shock of pain bolted up her arm. Jasper dropped the gun, and Polk kicked it away.

He shook her as he strangled her, Jasper’s uninjured hand clawing at his wrist as her legs kicked out. She had an idea, and walked her feet up the side of his pudgy body, then wrapped her legs around his shoulder. She pressed the sole of her boot against his face as she stretched her body out, trying to tire out his arm as he held her up from the ground.

Polk growled and grunted and Jasper kicked him in the face, but instead of dropping her, he swung his arm down hard, and Jasper’s back connected with the top of a desk. The little breath she had left her body in a huff, and she coughed and gasped in his hold. He swung his arm up and did it again, but this time he released her as her back slammed against the wood. She rolled off the desk and onto her knees, gasping for breath as she tried to crawl away.

She spotted a chunk of the window glass on the floor by Hockstetter’s body, and grasped it tightly in her palm. Blood ran down her left wrist as her right hung limply at her side. It was already purple and swelling but she couldn’t think about that right now.

“You’re already my favorite kill,” Polk grinned at her, his face sweaty and bloody, “and I’m not even done yet.”

“Oh shut up, you giant pussy,” she spat, swaying as she got to her feet. She was bleeding heavily and within five minutes she’d pass out. But there was no way she was going to let this asshole see her die.

Polk’s face turned hard and he lunged for her. Jasper dove between his legs, slicing the inside of his thigh with the shard of glass, hoping to God she cut his femoral artery. She stood up behind him and raised the makeshift blade above her head. She drove it into his spine and twisted, then shoved him away from her.

He turned slowly, lumbering jerkily as he glowered at her. For a moment, Jasper thought she was totally fucked as he tried to walk toward her again, but then his legs buckled beneath him, and the great oaf fell face first onto the linoleum floor.

Jasper sighed in relief, finally bringing her hand up to her side. Blood was pooling down her stomach and into the waistband of her jeans. With her good hand, Jasper tugged her shirt off and pressed it against the wound, wincing as her own legs shook. She backed up and leaned against the wall, scanning the bullpen for signs of life.

The doors to the station burst open as the team rushed in, guns drawn. They looked at her in shock, then laid eyes on the bullpen and its carnage.

“Nice of you all to join the party,” she grunted, and then the floor swayed beneath her as the world went black.

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please-buckme · 4 years ago

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Our Take On An Office Party

Stephen Glass x fem!reader

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(m!Receiving), foul language, choking, you get it.

Request: Thank you for the request bestie!! @haydens-moles 💖💖💖Can you write a horny Xmas story about Stephen Glass where he plays the office Santa and the reader blows him in Santa suit And he’s says, “I guess you’re not mad at me!”

A/N: This is part of ‘Merry Horny-mas but I couldn’t find any good pics for a mood board. :( anyways it’s not great but it’s all I got in such short time. Love y’all 💖

Merry Horny-mas Masterlist

Knock. Knock.

“Come in.” Y/n addresses.

Stephen cracks the door slowly before entering fully. “You wanted to see me, Ma’am?”

“Yes. Shut the door.” Y/n had a prideful smirk across her lips, eyeing Stephen up and down. The Santa costume looked deflated, due to Stephen’s smaller build, and worn. Even in the ratty, used costume Stephen looked delectable to Y/n.

Stephen visibly gulped, shutting the door and finding his seat across from his bosses desk.

“So, are you enjoying the party?” Y/n asks, scooting her chair in a little closer, making Stephen gulp again.

“Oh- oh yeah, a- a great time.” He giggles nervously, “The girls keep sitting on my lap- because I’m Santa.”

Y/n hums, “Yes, I’m sure that's why.” She takes advantage of Stephen’s nervous state, scanning her eyes over his broad shoulders and down, until she sees nothing but the desk. Stephen breathes loudly, trying not to notice the way his boss is eating him alive with her eyes. He fiddles with his thumbs then his glasses, adjusting and readjusting them.

Nervously, he clears his throat and speaks again, “Um, sorry but did I do something? Are- are you mad at me?”

To both of their surprise, Y/n whimpers at his words, biting her lip now. Stephen’s boyish charm always left her flustered and ready to jump his bones. Lately it's been harder not to. Him being so caring and good at his job, not to mention how breathtaking he was, made her walls twitch with just a simple ‘Good morning, Ma’am’.

And when he asks if she’s mad at him.. all bets were off. Sometimes she wondered if Stephen knew what he was doing. Playing the innocent puppy role, knowing damn well what it did to her.

“Ma’am?” Stephen broke through the thick silence. A smirk was still present on Y/n’s face when she stood from her desk, slowly carrying herself to the other side.

“Oh, Steve. How could I ever be mad at you.” She knelt down beside Stephen’s chair. He swiveled to the side she was on, not realizing how close she’d gotten.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I-I..” He went to swivel back but she stopped the chair.

“Sshh.. It’s okay. I actually wanted to ask you something.” She removed her hand from the chair, bringing both her hands to the inside of Stephen’s thighs. His body immediately tensed. When he went to speak, the words fell short, coming out as more of a moan than a coherent response.

“Mmm.. I think that answers my question.” Her fingers tickle at his inner thighs, inching higher and higher.

Stephen clears his throat again, “An-answers wh-what?” He stutters, feeling his heart pound through the itchy material of the Santa costume.

“If you’d ever been touched before.” Y/n states, now rubbing over his hardening member.

“Of- of course I have. Loads of times..uh.” Stephen shudders at Y/n touch. Even through the pants she was making him feel so good.

The head of his cock pulsed when she massaged it slowly between her fingers, making her underwear pool with her own arousal. She could feel her wetness dripping from her underwear and she hadn’t even felt him on her tongue yet. As she continued her movements, massaging her fingers gently, slowly, the feeling of his cock became harder and harder under her touch, making her legs quiver.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” She asked, pressing her fingers a little harder into his cock. He gasped and nodded in response.

“Oh, you can do better than that. Tell me how it feels.” She palmed him, still going at the same slow pace.

“It- it feels good- uh, so fucking good but..” His cheeks were burning and his eyes were closed. He already felt a knot in his stomach with just the gentle touches he’d been given.

“‘But’ what, Baby boy, hmm? Do you want more?” Stephen nodded again, making Y/n smirk. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be inside me?”

“Y-yes, please.” Stephen stood from the chair, shaking off the extremely loose pants and pulling his boxers along with then, his member springing out and bobbing in Y/n’s face. She gucked at his size before grabbing his cock, continuing her slow strokes and kissing the tip. She licked the precum from her lips and hummed in awe at his taste.

“Are you sure you want this, Steve. Your first time is supposed to be special.” She smirked. She was looking up at him, licking the tip this time; Stephen couldn’t help but buck forward at the new, wet sensation.

“How much more special can it get?” He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was a virgin anymore, or he’d at least never had a blowjob before.

Y/n smiled, never taking her eyes off his as she took his tip into her mouth, sucking lightly but just enough for a groan to fall from his lips. He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked forward, begging her to take him deeper. She didn’t mind though, taking him as deep as he desired. Everytime he thrusted to the back of her throat, she gagged, making him thrust even harder.

“You like it when I choke on your dick?”

“Y-yes, fuck- feels so good, Ma’am.”

Y/n pulls herself from him and ties her hair back in a messy ponytail. When she lines herself back up with his member, she takes his hand and intertwines his fingers into her hair.

“Do your worst.” She says and winks before taking him back into her mouth.

Stephen wastes no time, pushing her down as far as she can take it, audibly gagging around him. Y/n feels the sting of eyes swelling in her eyes but she said nothing. She liked the feeling of Stephen fucking her mouth, stretching her throat and making her drool.

Once Stephen had gotten her to the point where she could take him all the way in, he held her there. He could feel her throat rejecting him as it regurgitated around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter before he’d pull out.

Y/n gasped and coughed when he released her, taking the drool from her chin to pump him in her hand, giving her throat a little break before he repeated the action. He grabbed at the sides of her face, pumping himself in and out of her mouth viciously, then burying himself in her throat once again. He continued doing this.

Tears streamed down her face with her mascara. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips and around his cock, making him a nice cherry red color, even with the pulsing redness of its own accord. Honestly, if she minded, she’d take control. She’d have him fuck her up against her desk if she wanted, which she did of course, but she was having fun with this. She liked watching Stephen feel in charge, making her mouth his own and fucking it raw.

After he’d held her to him the last time, she could feel his thrusts become sloppy and weak, meaning he was close.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” She asked, replacing her mouth with her hand.

“Yes. Yes- fuck, I’m so close. Use- use your mouth, please.” Stephen whimpered and moaned as his climax finally hit, fucking her mouth hard while his thighs shook from his release. Y/n savored every last drop of his cum, swallowing it down like water. His hips stuttered a few more thrusts before he pulled out and collapsed in the chair behind him.

“Fuck.” He said, breathlessly.

“Hmm.. you’re telling me.” Y/n giggled, wiping the drool from her chin and licking her lips, already missing his taste.

Stephen’s head lolled to the side as he watched her compose and clean herself up. “So, You’re not mad at me?” They both giggled, Y/n made it to her feet and leaned over him in the chair. She placed a light kiss to his lips. She bit her lip, holding back a moan from just staring into his warm blue eyes.

“That depends on if you’re going to be a good boy for me.” She smirks and kisses him again before they continue with their own version of an office party.

And Stephen was a very very good boy.

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Cliche (Tobin x Reader)

Request: Marriage Proposal

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog

“I’m just saying, I opened my inbox. SOMEONE should have messaged me,” Tobin said, tugging on her hair frustratedly. You watched in amusement, loving the way the sunlight caught her hair, as you exited the movie theater. She was so focused on her tirade that she didn’t even look down as she stumbled over an uneven brick in the patio, just continued walking. “It’s been open for days and I reblogged several of those ‘send me a number and I’ll answer a question’ posts!”

“Babe, you run an anonymous fandom blog for a sci-fi television show that stopped running 15 years ago,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“19 years, ago,” Tobin corrected, “and it has a pretty strong fanbase! That fanart I made got at least 100 likes.”

“You’re just lucky they didn’t match the brush strokes or something and figure out it was you. Like they did with your other fake Tumblr. They’re like crazy detectives,” You said side eyeing your girlfriend.

“I mean, I was making fanart of us on that one, it was pretty obvious.”

“I love it when you paint me, but It’s really creepy that you put it on the internet,” You huffed, crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

“Oh come on, I only posted the ones I made from press photos. You have a problem with the high definition, you talk to Alyssa’s girlfriend. She’s the photographer.”

“As long as you keep your drawings just for us, yeah?” You asked. Tobin had quite the eye, and she often found her greatest inspiration when you were relaxed. When you let your guard down. That mess the that many of her sketches of you were most certainly not suitable for public consumption.

“Anything I draw from life instead of from a screen I keep.” Tobin winked at you and linked her arm through yours. “So, what did you think of the movie? Or was it too romantic for you, you action-thriller loving fiend?”

You shrugged. “I think it was a little too cliche. Like who the fuck brings a diamond ring to the airport and uses the intercom to propose to the girl who just dumped him for a job across the country? And then she chooses him?” Some plots just made zero sense. At least your action movies didn’t force a girl to choose a person who was completely wrong for her.

“Oh come on, everyone loves cliches. I’ve seen the number of ‘there were only one bed’ fics you’ve read.”

“Those aren’t forced heteronormative love stories that don’t actually care about the characters” You scoffed.

“I have seen your archive of our own bookmarks, do we want to continue this conversation?” Tobin said sweetly, looking at the windows of the shops you passed, though you could see her suppressing a smile. She loved winning, be it argument or soccer game.

“My archive history doesn’t count,” you grumbled, pouting. It wasn’t your fault you had been kinda into Bellatrix dating Hermione, especially when they were both the same age and you got to see some Hogwarts hijinks (it helped you weren’t a Ron fan either).

“Sure, sure. Tell you what. You don’t like my new favorite Rom-Com? Show me you can do better,” Tobin gestured to the outdoor coffee shop along the route ahead. “Real life coffee shop AU. Here’s your chance to defy heteronormative love stories and cliches in the most romantic way possible.”

“Just please don’t spill your drink on me ok? You already have my number,” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You happened to like this shirt and didn’t want it to get ruined.

“That would be a cliche, wouldn’t it? I thought you wanted to avoid those?” Tobin said, raising her eyebrows to mirror yours as she pulled out a chair from one the tables, “you’re chair, mon chere?”

“You can be quite the Gentlelandy miss Heath if I do say so myself,” You smirked, settling into the chair she had pulled out for you, kissing her cheek.

“Why thank you,” Tobin said, tossing her hair back playfully before settling into her own seat. She grabbed the menu and opened it up. “So, what are you thinking? Asking the barista to make heart-shaped foam? Splitting a pasta dish and reenacting lady and the tramp?”

“I was thinking a cafe mocha with no whip, and I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t sell spaghetti,” you said, setting your chin on your hands, leaning on the table.

“I think I’ll get a nice chai latte. And a muffin on the side.”

“Lame. How do you live in Portland and hate coffee?”

“I thought you were supposed to say nice things. We already know each other, this can’t be enemies to lovers AU!”

“You’re still stuck on that?” You asked, sighing when Tobin raised her eyebrow at you. “Fine. How nice of you to choose a predictably unusual drink, and healthy snack for our date. Better?”

Tobin snorted. “Undeniably.”

“Good,” you watched her as she placed your orders with the waitress, thinking over what to do. She managed to place the order with her usual level-headedness, but she had the slightest smirk as she turned back to you. It was both loving and a challenge.

“Babe,” you said, “I literally have no idea how to make this a living coffee shop AU. I can’t remember the last time I read one of those where neither of the characters was a barista.”

“First I think we talk about random things while sipping our drinks, wondering how we get each other so well,” Tobin started, setting your drink on the table in front of you.

“So basically do what we normally do, but with added pressure?”

“Yep! Wanna start? You can tell me about that new fanfic writer you’ve been reading? The one who writes the really cute Sonnett fics?”

“Oneanddone has a couple… it’s like they actually know about Snippets from her and Lindsey’s relationship,” You said, your lips ticking up.

“That sounds fun and not at all creepy,” Tobin said, leaning forward.

“The best one was where Lindsey flew all the way to Sweden to propose. It was cute, but entirely too cliche,” You winked at Tobin, so she knew you were continuing the joke. “She just showed up and proposed after Emily won the championship and Emily kissed her hard hat and all. Like they would give the fans that much PDA in one shot,”

“Hmmm, better check for cameras then,” Tobin said, ruffling in her pocket. You heard the sound of candy wrappers, as usual following a movie with her.

“What?”

Tobin got down from her chair and kneeled in front of you. “Y/M/N, I have liked you since the first day I met you. You were smart, beautiful, and had a hell of a right hook. Watching you on that punching bag was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, up until the day you agreed to go out on a date with me. And the date after that, and the date after that. I fell in love with a woman who’s not afraid to have an opinion, who will ask to pet every dog she sees, and who loves listening to me rant about any subject over the moon. Now I know you don’t like cliches, so I didn’t get you a diamond,” She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held the ring pop up for you to see, “I got you a cherry. I also have a grape and orange in my purse. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, forgoing the ring pop in favor of kissing your girlfriend- fiancé.

“Such a cliche,” she murmured against your lips, threading her fingers through your hair.

“Shut up and kiss me,”

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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USWNT x Reader Masterlist:

Alex Morgan:

Little Did We Know, You’d Become My Favorite Star

🎄 You’re My Favorite Star

The Medic And The Forward

❤️ Valentine’s Day Surprise

🔞 That Wasn’t The Door!

🔞 Okay, So It Wasn’t The Door

The Intervention

Nutteloze Homo (Useless Gay)

You’re No Ones Shadow

You’re Trying To Kill Me, Aren’t You?

Olympic Dye Job

Miscommunication

I Object

Tell Me The Story Of The Sun And The Moon

Player 3 Has Entered The Game...

You Had A Bad Day

You’ve Got A Bad Reputation (And I Won’t Be a Part Of It)

The Morgan Genes

You’re All I See And All I Want

Baby Horse

We Fall In Love With People We (Think) We Can’t Have

🔞 The Flirty Photographer

Taylor, I'm Your Biggest Fan

They Hate Each Other (No They Don't, Not Really)

It Was An Accident That Brought You To Me

🍆 Don’t Wake Me Up

🍆 Far From A Dream

Second Chances

Amnesia

The Secrets That You Keep

Sing Me To Sleep

🍆 Movie Night

No Matter How Far You Run (I’ll Always Be Right Behind You)

🔞🍆 Hate Me, Hate Me (Chase Me, Chase Me)

🔞🍆 When You’re With Him Do You Call His Name (Like You Do When You’re With Me)

🔞🍆 The Grey Sweatpants Theory

When Somebody Loved Me (Everything Was Beautiful)

Age Is Just A Number (It Shouldn’t Hold You Back)

If It Were Up To Me (We’d Be Meant To Be)

🔞🍆 I'm Burning Up For You Baby

🔞🍆 You're Mine and Only Mine (I'm Yours and Only Yours)

Alyssa Naeher:

Don’t Be Afraid To Hold Me In Your Arms

The Goalie’s Girlfriend

A Giant Teddy Bear

Teacher’s Pet

A New Addition To The Family

The Call-Up

It Doesn’t Matter What They Say (All I Want Is You)

The Little Shovel Talk

Ashley Sanchez:

The Bodyguard

🔞🍆 Bumpin’ And Grindin’

Becky Sauerbrunn:

🎄 Who’s The Best Aunt?

The Snap

Carli Lloyd:

Silent Cues

Dressed To Impress

I’m More Than My Scars

An Angry Cinnamon Roll

Maybe We Shouldn’t Get Married

Wrapped Around Your Finger

No One Talks To You That Way (Not While I’m Around)

Chrislex:

The PPC

Christen Press:

Head Over Cleats For You

🔞 Under The Covers

I’ve Loved You Since The First Time I Saw You Smile

Dancing With A Stranger

🔞 Breaktime Shenanigans

🔞 A Player By Default

🔞 A Player Tamed

You’re An Angel

Flirting For Fun

Pregnancy Hormones

Live On Insta

A Life Lost

🔞 Private Fashion Show

The Sweater Thief

Finding Love Through A Lens

Life Is A Song (Love Is The Music)

Hey

The Woman Who Can’t Be Moved

The Clumsy Ball Girl

She Loves Someone Else (But I Love Her)

Forgiveness Is The Final Form Of Love

I’m In Love With My Best Friend’s Sister

Teenage Heartbreak

Happy Anniversary

Enchanted To Meet You

I Think I Love You

🔞🍆 The Second Our Eyes Met (I Knew I Wanted You)

Emily Sonnett:

🎄 Wow, That’s A Lot Of Snow

Lucky I’m In Love With My Best Friend

Finger Guns

You’re SO Annoying (It Doesn’t Make Me Love You Any Less)

Think Fast

The Place I Made With You

Take A Picture It Will Last Longer (I Just Might)

Nightmares

Marry Me

You Married Him (But I’ll Be Okay)

At My Weakest

I Don’t Know About You (But I Want To Know Everything About You)

The Dumbass Duo

A Day At The Park

Cherry

Secret Sisters

The Deep Thinking Midfielder

You Never Lost Me

Thank You For Taking Care Of Me

I’m Coming Out

I’m Still Coming Out

From The Sidelines (Straight To Your Heart)

Hope Solo:

Biceps That Could Crush A Watermelon

The Tiny Goalie

I’ll Always Be Here To Bring You Back

The NEW #1 Goalkeeper In The World

🔞 All This Time It Was You And Me

🔞 Backstage Pass

Julie Johnston:

🎄 Soccer Players Don’t Snowboard

I Can Hear Your Heartbeat

How Could I Say No?

An Adorable Family

Dancing In The Kitchen

A Skinned Knee

Family Workout

Warrior Princess

Tease

All Too Well

The Game Winning Goal

Jealous Johnston

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince

A Date With The Wife

The Moment I Said It...

No Matter Where You Are (You'll Always Have My Heart)

Don’t Hate The Playa, Hate The Game

Kellex:

Morgan-O’Hara

🎄 We’d Never Let You Spend Christmas Alone

When I’m At My Lowest, You Keep Me From Falling

I’d Take A Bullet For You

Together At Last

Kelley O’Hara:

Love Is A Lot Like Dancing

24/7 Champion

🎄 Christmas With The Flirty Cousin

Kiss Me Like We Just Won The World Cup

Overprotective Sister

I Fell For You Unknowingly

Duck Dive Straight Into Your Heart

You Want To Know How I Got These Scars?

Roughhousing

Don’t Touch Her

Flying Squirrel

My Defender

Jelly Kelley

The Defender’s Ride

🔞 Bathroom Ballads

🔞 Dirty Dreams

I Never Stopped Loving You

FORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!

I’m Here For You, Always

A Single Mother’s Defender

Wow, That’s A Lot Of Blood...

A World Cup Victory and A Crushing Defeat

🔞 A Night To Remember

The Concussed Midfielder

A Night At the Grammys

🔞 More Than Just A Matter Of Security

Touch The Sky With Me

Head Over Boots For You

🔞 🍆 The Bet

Krashlyn:

I’m Coming Out

I’m Still Coming Out

Kristie Mewis:

Wait, Isn’t That YOUR Jersey!?

Thank You Autocorrect

Beach Day

A Much Needed Snuggle Session

Would It Kill You To Smile? (Yeah, Probably)

The Alpha And The Omega

I've Been Waiting For Your Touch

Back Where I Belong

Live. Love. Drum.

🔞 Without You (I Found Her)

🔞 🍆 The Not So Little Secret

The Call

Thank God You Introduced Me To Your Sister

With You

We Could Be So Good

We Don't Meet People By Accident (They Are Meant To Cross Our Paths For A Reason)

You’ll Get Better Soon (Because You Have To)

Seven Minutes In Heaven

It’s Different With Her (Everything Is Different With Her)

🔞🍆 Your Biggest Mistake (Became My Future)

🔞 I Shouldn’t Be Jealous (You Aren’t Even Mine)

🔞 The Morning After

🔞🍆 It’s Gonna Be Me, You, And The Dance Floor

Lindsey Horan:

Home

Mallory Pugh:

Say You Remember Me

Welcome Home

I Love Her

Megan Rapinoe:

The Prodigy

Preath:

How Could You Do This To Me?

Sky High

3 Women And A Baby

I’m Definitely (Not) Sick

Sugar Rush

Your Obliviousness Knows No Bounds

So’Hara:

Going Under The Knife

Sophia Smith:

I Want To Ruin Our Friendship (We Should Be Lovers Instead)

Tierna Davidson:

She’s A TKO (Total Knock Out)

Tobin Heath:

So Gay:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

🎄 A So Gay Christmas

Second Best

Teach Me How?

🎄 A Christmas Proposal

I Can’t Love Alone

The Dark Horse

Sleepy Snuggles

The Babysitter

Say You Won’t Let Go

🔞 Keep It In Your Pants Heath

Love & Basketball

Baby Heath: Loading...

Finding You Again (But We Were Never Lost)

Thɘ Rɘ-Inc Strɘam

A Secret Union

A Soulmate's Touch

She Was A Skater Girl

The Fall

Our Bodies Were Printed As Blank Pages To Be Filled With The Ink Of Our Hearts

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night...

The Greatest Healing Therapy Is Friendship (And Love)

USWNT:

Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

I Wonder If They’re Proud Of Me

I Don’t Care If They’re Proud Of Me

A Hit And A Miss

Mend My Broken Heart

Cruel Comments

Accident

After The Accident

Love Is Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick

All Is Fair In Love And Paintball

Back Off

🎄 Christmas Kisses

🎄 I Won’t Be Home For Christmas

🎄 Newest Member Of The Team

Water War

Days Off With DnD

Secret Badass

24 Floors

Into The Unknown

I’m Fragile Please Don’t Break Me

Laughter Permitted

Laughter Still Permitted

Scare Tactics

The Aussie And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Mismatched Eyes

Forehead Kisses

What Will We Do Without You?

Don't Let Your Past Ruin Your Present

The First Cap

Kellex VS Preath

Inner Battle

The Smollest Goalie

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader masterlist #uswnt masterlist

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theminionjcfucked · 4 years ago

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The BB23 Houseguests and the types of dessert they are:

Alyssa: Birthday Cake- Basic. Nothing new. Rinse and repeat of the same shit we see every year.

Azah: Chocolate Cream Pie- Crowd pleaser. Always a hit. Cherry on top. And is always dressed to impress.

Brent: Donut Hole- Not even the entire donut. Just the scrawny little center that only brings a moment of pleasure. Boring.

Britini: Sugar Cookie- Decent. Sometimes too sweet. Too much can cause a sugar rush.

Christian: Marshmellows- that’s it.

Claire: Banana Bread- Amazing. Pretty much pairs well with everything. Good especially if a little nutty 🤪

Derek F: Lemon Pound Cake- Too much icing. Sometimes too sour. Can spoil quickly.

Derek X: Pumpkin Pie- Even if Thanksgiving is a bust, you can always count of this one to pull through. Reliable with a kick of spice.

Frenchie: Carrot Cake- who the fuck decided carrots belonged in cake? Fuck you. Nasty. Go back to the farm.

Hannah: Gingersnap Cookie- Will kick you in the face with flavor. Not afraid to snap back.

Kyland: Cinnamon Roll- CINNAMON ROLL 🥺 but also…sinnamon roll😮‍💨

Sarah Beth: Snickerdoodle- Sweet until you feel the heat in the back of your throat. Watch out if your allergic. She’ll kill you.

Tiffany: Ice Cream- Iconic. Every flavor you could want. Throw anything on top of it. Just keeps getting better.

Travis: Shaved Ice- it’s just ice but add a little flavor, and now it’s flavored ice.

Whitney: Blondies- All the makings of a brownie, none of the excitement. Plain.

Xavier: Pineapple Upsidedown Cake- Some people love it, others could leave it, but it will always be the sexiest looking dessert.

#big brother #bb23 #cbs #Houseguests As

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Looking Respectfully ~ J.M.

A/n: This request SENT ME I loved it!

Request: “...Jack Morton x male reader we’re he sees jack naked after a shift and is like “I didn’t see anything” and walks away and jack keeps coming up to him trying to talk to him or something. It can be a Vera stone reader since that seems like the trend.” By anon

MASTERLIST

This was totally stupid and unfair.

Y/n Stone was an incredibly talented magician and spending all day scrubbing up after seemingly endless sacrifices was a waste of his time! Just because he was technically new to the Order and a freshman didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was doing, or shouldn’t be far higher up the ranks, and everyone knew it. He had talent, but he also had training. When magic had been so quickly discovered by him, his mother had realized she would have to teach him to use it responsibly or he’d keep watching her and bad things would happen to him and those he cared about. He’d been training since before he was in any kind of school let alone college. He was a harder study than some blonde haired, blue eyed girl with dreams too big and self control too low. He was more dependable than some werewolf boy with white hair and a pretty smile and...

He should have been doing better than he was, goddamnit!

It didn’t matter what he thought, or what everyone knew though. No matter how much he glared, people pretended to order him around until he gave them the same look that his mother was known for. His mother, Vera Stone, who was Grand Magus! Oh, did he mention that? He was raised by the single most kickass witch ever and he was SCRUBBING BLOOD AND GUTS OFF OF ALTERS! He was made for something more than-

Y/n forced a deep breath into his nose, releasing it rather hotly. He needed to calm down. It would do no good to lose his cool. People already looked down on him; if he so much as batted an eyelashes or instinctually flinched they’d hold it against him. No weakness. No emotion.

No distractions.

The thought alone had dared fate. The fierce way he demanded himself to stay absolutely focused on his work. The way his mind immediately filled with blue eyes and blonde hair, but not Alyssa. No, when he closed his eyes he saw a charming smile and he heard a voice layered thickly with sarcasm. He remembered ramming into someone and landing on the floor, and the way a pair of arms had pulled him off of the ground by his arm with no help from Y/n, or hesitation or struggle, like Y/n weighed nothing. Y/n wasn’t small enough for it to be as easy as it seemed, no way in hell.

It was as impossible to ignore as his yearning to be Grand Magus. His yearning to be well learned and above all, see his mother’s smile when he succeeded and surpassed what she expected of him. He would surprise her and make her proud... and yet as clear as that feeling was in his heart, there was another. A feeling he had denied himself with complete success until he’d met one man who seemed set on ruining everything.

Jack fucking Morton.

Honestly, Y/n should have known better. He shouldn’t have thought it. He shouldn’t have demanded he stay focused, knowing the one thing that could distract him was always in the one place Y/n didn’t want him to be.

Like now, Fate seemed to be having fun messing with him.

“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” Never before had Y/n exited a room so quickly, or lost his cool in such a way. Usually he was level headed, and if it had been literally anyone else it would have been fine. But it had been Jack Morton. It HAD to be Jack fucking Morton.

And he had been naked.

Oh my god.

Y/n turned away from the door, dropping the cleaning supplies he had been meaning to put away, in the middle of the hall, and simply booking it down the hallway, past his friends who had been waiting for him. He didn’t even stop when his mom called for him - he just sped walked all the way outside and to his dorm room. He got a text from his mom but he just quickly told her he was sick and then turned his phone on silent because holy hell THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!

He lay on his back, in bed, staring at the ceiling above him. He was trying to reason himself through this. He was Vera Stone’s son. He was the greatest magician of his time. The youngest ever in the history of the Order to genuinely be set up for Grand Master, and not even Alyssa could deny it wasn’t because of his mom. His skill was all due to him. He had the discipline to learn such powerful stuff as quickly and as in depth as he had. He was powerful and unbreakable and unbeatable. He’d even learned other things in case he couldn’t use magic! He was well taught and had a promising future and had control over himself and... and...

And he was reeling because he’d just seen Jack Morton nearly completely naked.

He tried to distract himself. He drew and read and practiced some easy magic. Everything he tried he lost interest in quickly, unable to focus. All he could see were those wide blue eyes and that shock of white hair and the curve of shoulders and the layout of his chest and his lips parted in shock-

He shut his eyes tight. He couldn’t let this happen. He had to control it, like he always did. He had to keep it locked up and hidden because this was unreasonable. He had gone ages not being attracted to anyone, and being perfectly content learning magic and leaving it there.

No matter what he told himself or what he did in attempt to draw his mind away or what he insisted, nothing was working.

His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling again as if it had been the one to betray him; as if it wasn’t his own heart that was his enemy in this moment. He groaned, feeling panic rise in his throat. And all he could think was: “Shit.”

Y/n tried. He REALLY tried to steer clear of Jack for the next... forever, if he could manage it. He wasn’t getting even close though as even on the days they didn’t happen to have duties in the temple together, Jack somehow found Y/n just in the halls, or in a bathroom or in the one class they shared together or while Y/n was on the way to his tutoring session. No matter how hard Y/n tried, he’d not even made it a full day without Jack popping out of absolutely nowhere and begging to talk to Y/n about “what had happened.”

It was nonsense, and Y/n made it clear every time that he thought so. “This is ridiculous, Morton. There’s nothing to talk about stop acting like such an idiot.”

Alas, Jack had bested Y/n yet again in coming up with the perfect response, as Y/n was a terrible liar. “I saw your face when you opened that door! It was red. You were blushing, and you never blush. And you panicked, and you never panic! And... you checked me out.”

“Did not!” Y/n had gasped the first few times, continually offended.

“I saw it!” Jack threw back each time.

Until he had gotten bored and Y/n had simply stopped responding to Jack, which seemed to feed the faux blonde even more.

Y/n was at the end of his rope.

And Jack knew it.

Finally, there was a day that Y/n had no excuses. He had nowhere else to be and no way to get out. Jack had trapped him in the temple, after everyone else had gone home. Y/n had been stuck on cleaning duty, and Jack had offered to help. When Y/n had insisted he didn’t need anyone else’s help, his friends had left, but Jack had been stubborn, and now the two were alone and would be for some time.

“So are we going to talk about it or are you just going to keep avoid me like I have some contagious sickness that’s going to kill you?” Jack demanded after several minutes of tense, awkward silence.

Y/n scoffed. “We’re cleaning up animal innards and you want to talk about how I walked in on you changing?”

Jack shrugged. “I wanted to talk about how you totally have a crush on me.”

“Over animal innards?” Y/n repeated, beginning to glare as he scrubbed at the blood caking the floor.

An odd expression crossed over Jack’s face. “You won’t let me talk to you any other time and it’s not ideal, but yeah. Over animal innards.” He looked at Y/n, but the other boy didn’t say anything so he just sighed and went back to work. As casually as if speaking about what he was headed to next - like it was small talk and totally normal and they weren’t cleaning up blood and guts - Jack said very quietly, “I like you too. It’s the only reason I’ve been trying to contact you.”

Y/n slipped. He caught himself before he face planted into the blood, but his eyes shot up and locked on Jack’s face. He was looking back, smirking. It wasn’t a teasing smirk though. Not one that lead Y/n to believe the werewolf was pulling his leg. No, it was the look of a man who had made a huge gamble and it had gone perfectly in his favor. His eyes danced with victory.

Looking back at the floor, Y/n swallowed and tried to orient his thought. He kept scrubbing, his heart hammering in his chest. “You free Saturday?” He couldn’t pull off the same casual tone as Jack; his voice broke at the end.

“For you?” Jack eased. “Always.”

Y/n’s face didn’t lighten a single shade below cherry red the rest of the day.

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01 | gangsta | sweetpea

Notes:

I’d say I’m sorry for starting a 3rd multi chapter series but I’m honestly not. I haven’t written a whole lot for Riverdale, but this idea just kinda came to me and I rolled with it? Anyway, yeah.. If people really like this, I might be tempted to keep this going beyond just the few parts I already kind of have halfway planned.

Huge hug to @twistnet because their writing about Sweetpea kind of awakened and fuelled this and if you’re not reading their fics, you really should tbh.

Summary:

They clearly don’t mix. But sometimes, opposites attract. The only question is will these two’s sparks cause an inferno or go down in flames?

Ugh.. I hate my summaries, thanks.

Pairing:

Andrews!OFC, Alyssa x Sweetpea. Yep. She’s Archie’s sister. I couldn’t resist.

Warnings:

Uhh... teen angst, relationship drama, sexual tension, possible fights / violence here and there and.. That’s pretty much it. Oh yeah and eventually, filth.

Also, this is probably not going to follow seasons 2 through present to the letter. Actually, I’ll venture to warn now, it definitely will not. Because there’s some things in it that I’ve seen so far that make zero actual sense. And there’s probably not going to be a whole lot of Archie,Betty,Jugs and Veronica in here too, because this is me, kind of writing all the side characters into things a little more?

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc - soundtrack ]

ONE.

“Sweet Pea, you’ll be working with Alyssa Andrews.”

I didn’t dare turn to look back at the guy. He was probably one of the most intimidating guys in Riverdale High. He hardly spoke to anyone unless it was one of the two friends he happened to have. Neither of them were in this class period.

The teacher, seeming impressed with himself, gave a nod to Sweet Pea and Sweet Pea grumbled, stalking up the aisle and flopping lazily into the empty seat next to mine. Our sides brushed a little when he moved his desk closer after getting a look from our teacher. I tried not to tense up.

Sweet Pea seemed to notice. He smirked at me.

Leaned in a little.

“Relax, cherry. I don’t bite unless I’m asked.” he muttered against my ear. My breath caught in my throat and I was promptly thrown into the mother of all internal uproars. I shoved the book between us wordlessly, not even daring to glance over at him.

I was not about to let him take pride in the fact that he made me blush or rattled me, not even a little.

Our sides brushed again and I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath. Across the classroom, Reggie was already working with one of the other girls on my squad. I watched them laughing and flirting back and forth and I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

“I’m supposed to be his girl and yet.. It’s as if I don’t even exist.” I muttered, mostly to myself. Annoyed at myself for being hurt over it because it shouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Reggie was a flirt. I’d known that going into things. I’d tried not to let it get to me. Tried to remind myself that nine times out of ten, he wasn’t doing it intentionally.

But tell that to Mandy. Mandy automatically thinks that any guy who flirts with her is in love with her, my brain weighed in on the matter and I sighed, drumming my nails against the desktop, glancing over my shoulder at the two and rolling my eyes all over again. I just knew I was going to have to hear about this all afternoon at practice.

“So you’re a River Vixen, huh, cherry?” he muttered after a few seconds, nodding to the cheerleading uniform I was wearing. I could feel him staring at me and sure enough, when I bothered to tear my eyes off of Reggie across the room and in full flirt mode with Mandy, he was looking me up and down. He repeated his question.

Just something about the tone he took when asking it both times that he’d done so had me jumpy. Defensive. He said it with this air of disdain. Making it obvious for the thousandth time since our school merged that he hated Riverdale High.

“Mhm.” I kept my best calm and neutral tone, despite the fact that I knew he was probably being judgemental. Or that he was being a tease. Maybe even both. “I have a name, by the way.”

“I know. But you also have bright red hair.” Sweet Pea shrugged, barely containing the smirk the second he realized that maybe he was getting to me.

“Yes. I realize this. But my name is Alyssa.” I muttered, my voice dropping lower. Trying my best not to let the giant of a Serpent intimidate me because that wasn’t who I was. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Relax… Cherry.” Sweet Pea smirked at me.

“You just had to do that.” I grumbled quietly, shaking my head. I tried to focus more on the reading part of our assignment for today, but I couldn’t. Between Sweet Pea and the fact that I couldn’t tell whether he was teasing me, being an ass overall or a little of both and knowing that my own boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to butt in on my behalf and offer to switch with the guy because ‘his stupid pride’ and his thing against any and all Southsiders, my mind was already too full.

I finished my worksheet and glanced over at Sweet Pea, watching his eyes move over the page. Watching the way his tongue rolled over his lips as he wrote out his answers on the worksheet in front of him.

I jumped when without even looking at me, he muttered calmly, “See somethin you want, cherry?”

“No, I was actually just making sure you were actually doing the work.” I retorted, biting my lip when the words came a little harsher than I meant. He stopped writing and laid down his pencil, glancing up at me.

“Aw. Is somebody mad because her so-called boyfriend ditched her with a Serpent to go work with one of her little Valley girl clone besties?”

“Eat shit.” I snapped, tensing. Holding his gaze defiantly.

“You kiss your boyfriend with that mouth, cherry?”

My cheeks burned hot. Kissing was about all I did to Reggie Mantle with my mouth. And I never seemed to hear the end of it with most of the other girls on my squad, either. It was as if my sex life, or lack thereof, was the main topic of discussion pretty much any given moment.

,, And probably why he’s working with Mandy instead of you right now. You know he’s getting tired of getting stopped at second base.” my mind taunted me. I took a few deep breaths to really keep from losing my temper and I shrugged, not bothering to answer Sweet Pea.

I don’t think I’ve ever made a faster retreat than the one I made the second the bell to end class rang. I grabbed my stuff up in a hurry, flustered and a little annoyed. Definitely angry.

Reggie caught up to me in the hallway, holding out his letterman’s jacket.

The one I’d been in such a rush to leave class that I’d left behind. I was beyond tempted to shove the jacket back at him and tell him maybe he needed to give it to Mandy. Or Veronica. Or any of the other girls he’s constantly talking to. But I bit my tongue and took it.

I didn’t feel like speaking up, telling him it bothered me when he went into charmer mode only to have him promise not to anymore and then turn to do it all over again not even an hour later. The whole thing was infuriating, more than a little redundant by now.

“You okay, princess?”

Reggie eyed me as he asked the question and again, I heavily debated telling him exactly what was wrong with me, but again I chose not to.

It wasn’t worth the argument.

It hurt, but it wasn’t worth the hassle.

I plastered on what I hoped was my best convincing smile and leaned against his side, letting his arm wrap around my waist. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

I tensed when Reggie spoke up, mentioning the fact that I’d gotten paired to work with Sweet Pea for the semester. “Ya know, you could’ve said somethin, princess.”

“You know how Mr. Keaton is, Reg. It wouldn’t have mattered.” I muttered, my jaw clenching just a little because it irritated me. Did he not see that it went both ways and stop to think that maybe, just maybe… If he didn’t feel like it was important to do on my behalf, maybe I didn’t see the sense in making waves for him?

He chuckled, rubbing his chin as he leaned against the locker next to mine when we stopped at mine so I could switch out my books. I stopped digging through my books and notebooks to gaze up at him. “It’s not a big deal.” I shrugged it off.

Honestly? It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t see any difference between the jerk of a Serpent I’d been paired to work with and Reggie at this particular point in time. ,,I just had an easier time telling one of the two where they could shove it.” my brain saw fit to point this out and I quickly shoved out the intrusive thought.

Reggie wasn’t a bad guy. He just had a few glaring flaws.

At least he wasn’t out late at bars or getting arrested. Or whatever it was that Sweetpea called himself doing as a member of an actual gang.

All I had to go on, of course, were my brother Archie’s interactions with the gang thus far. Outside of Jughead Jones, of course. But to put it technically, Jughead couldn’t really be considered an actual Serpent. Merely one by association.

Reggie seemed content with my answer, pulling me closer as we walked past the section of the hallway where Sweetpea and his friends' lockers were. Glaring at Sweetpea as if he had some kind of point to prove.

What Sweetpea did was petty. And if I were in a better mood and the guy hadn’t spent all morning making his mission to drive me up the wall, I’d have laughed.

“Hey Cherry?”

I stopped and turned back, my hand on my hip. “Again. My name is Alyssa.” I reminded him firmly. We locked eyes and I bit my lip, squirming a little under the intense once over he gave me before meeting my gaze again a few seconds later. I dropped my gaze quickly.

Wait, was I blushing right now?

Why was I blushing right now?

“Leather would look better on you.” Sweetpea rubbed his chin thoughtfully, locking eyes with me again for a few seconds when I dared to look up, thinking the whole staredown was over. What surprised me was that as he was letting his eyes roam over me, sizing me up, I actually felt my stomach flipping and flopping lazily. My breath even caught in my throat a little and despite everything, I felt my cheeks burning just slightly at his words and that look in his eyes when they met mine all over again.

I eyed him with a raised brow. When Reggie practically growled from beside me and I had to throw my arm out to stop him from storming over and Sweetpea smirked, I gave him a dirty look.

“ You think you’re slick, Serpent? Talkin to my girl like that?” Reggie was seconds away from storming over. Starting a fight. A fight that I knew would get him benched during the game tonight. I cleared my throat, tensing in front of him. “Reggie, don’t.”

“Why the hell not, huh? Did you hear what he said to you?” Reggie looked down at me. It was clear he was wound up, the fuse was lit. All I could do was roll my eyes. Keep quiet. Because if I opened my mouth right now, I was going to wind up arguing with Reggie. And it was over something stupid. Pointless. I knew what Sweetpea was up to right now. If Reggie didn’t, that wasn’t exactly my problem.

Yes, I was still very bitter about his lack of a solution in class earlier. That was it. That was the entire reason I wasn’t about to step up and defend my relationship with Reggie after Sweetpea’s remark called it to question.

,, now he says something. It only took Sweetpea being an ass. Questioning Reggie’s role as my boyfriend. Oh no, he couldn’t stop me from being paired with Sweetpea earlier, when he knew it made me uncomfortable. He wanted to make it into my fault that I said nothing, too.” the thought came, making me even more irritable, especially when I couldn’t shove it out.

Sweetpea smirked when our eyes met again and I bit my lip, quickly dropping my gaze. God forbid I stir things up even further…

,, why does it feel like I’m gonna come undone when he looks at me like that? He’s clearly doing it just to get under Reggie’s skin, there’s no way in hell he actually wants me.” I found myself thinking, only to get annoyed by the fact that yes, it did bother me to know that.

XXX

“The guy spent the whole period hitting on another girl. Right in front of her. I mean, it’s her fault if she’s too stupid to take that as a huge hint.” Sweetpea finished his tangent and promptly raised his brows, swallowing the food he’d shoveled in as he’d been ranting to Toni and Fangs.

Toni and Fangs shared a look.

“I knew he liked her. I called it.” Toni teased triumphantly, high fiving Fangs.

“What the fuck? No!” Sweetpea practically growled the words. Glaring at both Toni and Fangs when they gave him a look as if to say ‘Riiiight. Sure ya don’t.’ but said nothing. “I’m just pointing out she’s obviously too stupid to see what’s obvious.”

“And that little dig in the hallway was what?” Toni questioned, laughing when all Pea could do was open and close his mouth and then finally take a very aggressive bite of his burger. “It was me, stirring her up. Look, she’s hot. That’s it.” Sweetpea insisted firmly.

“If that were it, you wouldn’t always be glancing over at her. Getting that angry look whenever you see her around with that prick Mantle.” Fangs pointed out, earning him a glare from Sweetpea. Fangs continued, despite it. “And the whole reason you moved the fight from Andrews house to that vacant lot after you saw her in the upstairs window.. Why did you do that, again?” smirking when Sweetpea clenched his fists and grumbled at him, answering quietly, “I didn’t think it’d be right for her to have to watch her brother getting his ass handed to him. That’s it.”

A throat clearing had the three looking up.

Alyssa stood there, a hand on her hip. Glaring down at Sweetpea who flashed her a smirk.

“See something you want, cherry?” Sweetpea teased, taking a handful of fries from his plate, biting into them. Holding her gaze steady. A little annoyed with himself at the way his heart fluttered and sped up just the slightest as he did this.

“It’s.. You know what? Nevermind. Call me whatever, I don’t care. But no. I don’t. I did come over here to tell you whatever it is you're up to, I don’t appreciate being dragged into the middle of it. I know you’re only doing this in the first place to wind Reggie up. I’m not stupid.” Alyssa said the words with a jaw clenched tight. Glaring at Sweetpea.

Until he licked his lips and Toni happened to see the way her eyes followed the movement helplessly and began to really sit there and quietly assess the situation. Smiling to herself as her own suspicions formed exactly as to why Sweetpea’s actions as of late bothered Alyssa Andrews so much.

She kept it to herself.

Sweetpea chuckled and shrugged. “Don’t know why it bothers you. The guy’s an asshole. Do better, Cherry.” he waved his hand dismissively at her as if he were shooing her from the spot she stood in at the end of the table. Alyssa glared and folded her arms, tapping her foot as her mouth opened and closed for a minute or two.

Then she turned sharp and stormed off. Finding her own table with Reggie and the rest of the football players and cheerleaders.

Sweetpea found himself staring at her, shaking his head. Clenching his fists. “I don’t get it. How does she not see her whole thing with that asshole is one sided, huh?”

“The more important question to ask, Pea, is why in the hell it bothers you so much? They’re Northsiders man, leave ‘em to whatever it is.” Fangs shrugged everything off, taking a sip of the soda in front of him as he leaned back in the chair lazily.

Sweetpea ignored his friend and found himself watching the table Alyssa sat at again. Watching her. The way she threw her head back to laugh. The bright little smile that gave him the distinct feeling that yes, she could certainly be a handful if she really wanted to and she were really being her truest self. He glared at Reggie when the two locked eyes after a few minutes.

And while the advice his best friend Fangs gave him was a good idea in theory, it was not an idea good enough to stop Sweetpea. Even though Sweetpea knew good and well that it probably should’ve been.

He needed to just let go.

He’d die before admitting it, but knowing he’d never have a chance with her only made him want her so much more. Enough that maybe the thought took root.. Maybe he could keep stirring things up. At the very least, Reggie wouldn’t have her all to himself anymore after it all played out. ,, and anybody is better than that fucking prick Mantle.” Sweetpea shoved the thought out of his head as soon as it came, because he knew deep down it was a lie.

He wanted her. All to himself.

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13 to 14 bday - yasmine :)

boys will be bugs cavetown - 🌻 audios 🌻

12 to 13 birthday sound improved - Shh this is a secret

оригинальный звук - 📎аnon

nice to meet you...yeah - Hahaha

#sweetsixteen

#sixteen

#sweet16

#16thbirthday

#15thbirthday

#15thbday

#16thbday

#16today

#15today

#im15

#im16

13to14birthdaysound - evie campbell

#im17

#17thbirthday

#17thbday

16 to 17 audio - this person is dead

When youre fifteenn - Ilana

original sound - Laura I. Medina

took some time off to rest and now its game time - emm.

Lazy girl tings - Ginny Felix

Now what do we say when we get anxiety - Lauren Prasanna

sonido original - Genesis Luna🎀

оригинальный звук - 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔍𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫

original sound - cali

оригинальный звук - amirali.mem🔅

original sound - you’re sexy

original sound - Bianca Blakney

i suffer from a condition called tiddies - bartholomew

use this sound if ur hot.. dc mahakhamidd - mahak

Praise God - Kanye West

original sound - Shianne Sio

megan thee stallion meets travis porter - amorphous

МИПУПУ - dostaevk

original sound - Emily Martin

original sound - Matt Merrill

original sound - Tyshan Knight

WHITE GIRL TWERK - DFLYYDINERO

Hugh Hefner - ppcocaine

eat your vegetables remix - 💙💙itsthebrzboy#999💙💙

som original - ♡̸

Só Colocadinha (feat. Mc Dricka) - Remix Bregafunk - O Playboy

som original - Luan Souza

Dj Gustavo o Brabo - Polyana Neves

Como Se Tá Maravilhosa - MC Lipi & MC Dricka

Skrt skrt - Wyatt Y.

original sound - grandma_droniak

original sound - Austin

El Baile del Tao - Jam

Joro - WizKid

ADDXQUEN Я ЛЮБЛЮ САМКУ ОНА ИКОНА - Аккерман

search --- tatiana spink

lil.eaarl - From Tha Back - jovynn

original sound - CERTIFIED LEOO

They Call Me Tiago (Her Name Is Margo) - Tiagz

syko brooklynbloodpop IDGAF - 𝐵𝐿𝒵𝒟 𝓂𝓎𝓃𝑒𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒹

Pocket rocket by cochise - 03BYM

original sound - kazz

Pull Yourself Together - H

im obsessed - <3

MY SOUND WENT FAMOUS FOLLOW ME CUP1DBOY - <3

original sound - ian asher --- search

оригинальный звук - 𝙼𝙰𝙳1_𝙽𝙰𝙰✨

#BodySpinner - Karla harvey

junya1gou - liked vids

original sound - megan <3

original sound - jet

original sound - Abbybaffoe

sonido original - DIABLO_FFツ

original sound - Erica Schmitt

original sound - George Jnr McKeon

a woman is a god - Tommy Genesis

Bad (feat. Aitch) - Pa Salieu

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