#and B: I’m not drawing that fucking drill hair you can’t make me- (it’s not the drill part that’s too hard it’s everything else)

[pantherxdrawz]

Okay I was drawing the Ace Attorney Prosecutors as some of those Cursed Splash-Mountain pictures, cause it’s funny and good pose inspiration/practice

And I say some cause do you really think every prosecutor in the game is gonna fit in ONE picture?

And this image alone is kinda sending me (ignore Van Zieks)

Like you just have Klavier just casually posing like “heck yeah” and Blackquill is just “I am dead inside. I’ve had these put on me against my will.”

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts B - Bite

Bite – They can’t keep their teeth to themselves. 

Ft: Pete Dunne (cuz of course it's him)

            The commotion draws my attention across the room.  Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.

  “Good luck with that,” I mutter, packing my bag.

  “Faith, are you going to help here?”

  “Nope.  I pick my fights and that is not one of them,” I smirk.  “I’m out.  Have a good night.”

  “Shari?  Shari!”

  “Just let him go.  He is not going to let you check him out anyway.”

  “That is not how we do things here!”

  “Once he calms down, he will come to me.  I’ll take care of him.  Let him go.”

  “Shari!  Get back here!”

  “See you later,” I call over my shoulder.

                     I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait.  I don’t know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain.  Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short.  Making my way to the door, I don’t even check as I open the door.  Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.

  “Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete,” I smirk.

He glares through his hair at me.

  “You know the drill,” I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting.  “So what’s wrong tonight.”

He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.

  “Wrist, hand, or fingers?”

  “Fingas,” he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.

Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers.  None seem to be dislocated.  “Someone turned your own trick on you,” I smirk.

  “Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip.  His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply.  I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do.  When he doesn’t make any further moves I continue my examination.

  “Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?”

He shakes his head.

  “Can you move everything?”

He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three’s movement was slightly more limited.

I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply.  Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.

  “There it is,” I think.  “The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him.  I am the only one he wants to fuck”.  Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.

  “Shar?”  Pete’s breath fanning across the back of my neck.  I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man’s hand in mine and staring.

  “Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them,” I sigh, digging through the kit.

  “Third finga started swelling and the rest followed.”

  “Take anything?”

  “Bout two ‘ours ago,” he mumbles, his face sliding downward.

  “I’m assuming you iced it.”

  “Yeah.”  His lips brush against my neck.

  “If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought,” I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.

  “Really,” he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.

  “Really,” I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind.  Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror.  “Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.

I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it.  “Done,” I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.

He hums turning to bury himself against my neck. 

I tense knowing what is coming.

He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth.  “Why so tense?”

  “Just bracing for what is coming.”

  “Do ya not like what’s comin’?”

  “You know I do,” I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close.  “Just don’t like being taken by…” I yelp as teeth pinch my skin.  “Fucker,” I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.

He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his.  I groan at the feel him nestled against me.  The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses.  He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.

  “Pete, please,” I pant unsure of what I’m asking for.

  “Hmmmm,” he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.

Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord.  It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely.  Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror.  He’s staring at my mouth around him.

  “You can give but you can’t take,” I smirk releasing him.  “Maybe…” I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards.  His other hand leaving my panties.  “Playtime over,” I ask innocently.  “Just because I can get as mouthy as you.”

A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine.  I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter.  Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head.  “Doit again,” he orders before attacking my throat again.

I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating.  His hands fist my sleep shirt.

  “Want my shirt off, Pete,” I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts.  “Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body.  You know I’ll let you do it.  Always have,” I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder.  Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder.  He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.

  “Everythin’ off…now.”

He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.

  “Fuck,” I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple.  My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.

His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds.  He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him.  “Do it.  Please.”

His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling.  “Fuck.  Yes.  More.  More.  Please,” I beg, arching up against him.

He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit.  “Yes.  Yes. Yes,” I keen, groping blindly for him.  Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.

He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face.  “Fuck.  Gonna make me cum before I’m even in ya.”

His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.

  “Need ya to cum for me, Shar.  Let me feel ya.  Then I’ll really fuck ya.”

Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me.  He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.

Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed.  Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.

  “Nuh uh,” I smirk as he kneels between my legs.  “Not risking you hurting that hand.  You on the bed.”

  “But…”

  “Bed.”

He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.

  “Good.” I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock.  “You want me to…”

He is nodding before I finish the sentence.  My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further.  I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark.  “So good to me.”  Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster.  Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly.  Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing.  “Fuck Pete.  Gonna come again.”

“Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it.”  His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.

Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm.  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Pete.  I fucking think I love you.”  Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard.  The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills.  His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me.  Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him.  Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face.”

  “Pete, I…”

He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest.  Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips.  “I love ya, too Shari.  I’m surprised ya didn’t figure that already.  Even I can’ get hurt that often.”

  “Does that mean,” I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, “that I don’t have to wait weeks for this again?”

  “Somethin’ like that,” he smirks, tucking me into his side.

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

L.A. Confidential- l.r.h

CONTAINTS SMUT

Word Count: 1876

“My girl might leave me if she hears about this..” That Aussie accent mumbled under his breath as you left marks down his neck in a heated session behind his hotel door. You wouldn’t dare say a word as long as is hands would continue lingering on your skin every other night. 

“She won’t,” you told him as he unzipped the back of your dress. 

Your eyes blinked as you came out of your daydream from only a few nights prior. You stood in line at the red carpet waiting to take pictures of the band of 5 Seconds of Summer. You had began a job of being a professional photographer for popular bands or singers like them and it paid well. The only downfall was the fact that you had fell head over heels for the front man who also had a girlfriend.

Luke Hemmings was all around perfect, especially in your eyes. The way he laughed at your jokes in order for you to take a good picture of him just made your heart stop. His eyes had always lingered on you whenever you were in close perimeter. His girlfriend, Chloe, was a stunning blonde with tan skin and a perfect white smile. She was drop dead gorgeous, but Luke just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You weren’t famous, only the people in your pictures were, but to Luke you were something else.

As soon as the boys stepped out into the light, Luke’s blue hues scanned the crowd in front of him in search of your beautiful form. You had always surprised him with the dresses and outfits you pulled off at the red carpet walks, interviews, or photo shoots. Tonight; however, you had decided on tight leather pants and an off the shoulder white blouse which had paired with your skin tone perfectly. The shoes you wore had really thrown him off. They were thick, black stilettos that crossed over your feet and allowed for your hot pink painted nails to be shown off. Luke had always been a fan of how you highlighted the best features of yourself. That’s exactly when he decided on how he was going to fuck you senseless over the-

“Luke! Luke, over here!” The paparazzi screamed over the flashes of cameras from every direction. The only camera he looked at was yours. 

*

“Well, that was a crazy crowd, Jesus.” Calum said while stripping himself of his suit jacket and plopped himself in the couch of your hotel room. 

“Yeah, well the afterparty is going to be worse.” Ashton breathed out as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. You had your laptop out at the desk with the memory card inside it, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures you took for the night in order to send them to management for the band. 

They had officially hired you for the full time job for their photographer early last year so, you had made it your full duty to make sure they got the best pictures and publicity you could. Ever since you got the job, the guys instantly made you feel like you were a part of a family. They were your best friends and you couldn’t be any happier. 

“Crystal and I are going out for dinner tonight.” Mikey said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “And no, I’m not skipping.” He adds before his friends could convince him otherwise. 

Luke took this as his chance to speak up. “Yeah, I’m going to skip out on the afterparty, too. I haven’t gotten that much sleep lately.” Your eyes dart over to the blonde just to see that he was already staring back at you. A blush made its way to your cheeks as you turned back to your computer.

Calum and Ashton rolled their eyes. “Guess it’s just you and I tonight.” Calum said with a sigh.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head out then.” Ashton announces before ushering Cal out the hotel door. Mikey bids his goodbye as well before he’s out the door as well.

Arms reached around the back of the chair, wrapping themselves around your shoulders as lips pressed against your jaw. “Real smooth.” You joked and closed your laptop before sliding around the chair and standing to your feet. You were then pushed back down, but against the bed this time and a gasp left your lips. Luke was smirking down at your vulnerable form while your elbows were the only thing giving you some sort of angle to look at him better. You stared up at him through thick lashes innocently, waiting for him to do something. His hands ached to touch you through those leather pants, he just didn’t know what he was going to do yet. 

Instead of waiting on him, your hand reached out to grab his own and placed it over the leather material between your legs. Luke’s body shuddered with pure excitement as he lowered himself over you against the bed. An elbow plopped down beside your head as a hand stroked your (h/c) hair out of your face. His eyes bored into yours and for a second, your heart beat changed pattern. You had silently hoped that his did the same as you smiled up at him. The smile that got him weak in the knees, which led to his next step of pressing his lips against yours. 

You could feel him growing hard against you as he pushed himself farther against you. Luke pulled away from your lips only to leave kisses down your jawline. There was something about the way he was acting tonight that was different than any other night. Instead of dwelling of the thought, you cleared your throat.

“Is something wrong?” You question while running a hand through your hair.

“You know I got somebody so I can’t fuck with just anybody.” Luke mumbles next to your ear which causes your cheeks to heat up. What is he saying? “But sometimes I get lonely.”

You’ve heard those words before, and it only made you angry. It meant that he and his girlfriend had been arguing. She might’ve been pretty, but she was manipulative and often left Luke a drunk mess, but ever since he met you, he hasn’t touched a drop. You were his distraction, and he loved it. He loved how you made him feel important, and needed. Chloe was independent and would rather spend her time with friends at the club than to have a night inside in bed next to Luke with a movie playing, or to go out to dinner.

“Lu, you know you can always come to me.” You soothed. Although it made you guilty that he was cheating on his girlfriend, you were also glad because there had been so many rumors about her cheating that you’d believe it. He kissed your lips in response and lost himself against you. In that moment, you cupped his face in your hand and flipped so that you were now straddling his waist. In a swift movement, he pulled the blouse you wore over your head and to the floor. A grin took over the frown on his face as his hands roamed over your curves. 

Your hands reached down and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as well as his pants while he shuddered under your touch. A hand reached behind and groped your rear, pulling you against the hard body beneath you. “Hold up.” Luke says while pushing you up to a standing position. He then curled his fingers on the inside of your leather pants and yanked them down your legs. A blush made its way to your face as you laughed. Luke then lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist before putting you on your back. He fit in between your legs perfectly. You reached a hand down in between you and pulled his pants down just enough down his legs as he moves the lace covering you to the side. 

Kissing him, you muffled the sounds of your moan as he pulls himself out of his boxers and enters you. He pulled away and placed his forehead against your own, looking in your eyes. “Fuck, Luke.” You breathed out while looking down between your bodies as he pumped in and out of you. His white teeth shined down at you as he grinned. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around your torso and flipped so that you were now on top of him.

“Ride me, (y/n).”

You did as told, wincing as his nails dug into your hips. It hurt, but you loved it. He knew how he made you feel while he fucked you senseless. Speaking of, he reminded himself what went through his head at the red carpet. Before he could get too close, he quickly pulled out of you. “Lay over the desk in front of the mirror.” He demanded. This excited you, so you hurried over to the spot he told you to. Grabbing the edge of the table, you tilted your head to the side in order to look at him. 

“Like this?” You asked, but he shook his head. He entered you again causing a gasp to escape your lips. Luke reached around your head and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look in the mirror. 

“Like this, I want you to watch me fuck you senseless.” 

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, unable to contain yourself as the feel of his hand around your throat caused a different kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

He then began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace as the desk bumped against the wall repeatedly. There was sure to be a noise complaint. And thank god the rest of the band decided to go out for the night. Your climax began to draw closer as he drilled into you.

“Are you close?” He asked, getting close as well. You nodded, unable to form words as he watched you in the mirror. “I wanna hear you scream, baby.”

“Fuck, Lu.” You cursed while adjusting yourself as the desk dug into your skin.

“Louder, I want everyone in the hotel to hear you scream my name.”

“What about-”

“(y/n).” He warned. You were nearly tipped over the edge as his hand tightened around your neck and your stomach flipped.

“Luke!” Your strangled voice screamed nearly at the top of your lungs as the two of you came together, him filling you up. After a few seconds, he let you relax before pulling out of you to get stuff to clean up. He disappeared in the bathroom, and soon came back to help you clean up. Leaning against the desk, you watched as he wiped the liquid from your skin.

“We’re gonna have to go to the pharmacy before they close.” You mumbled embarrassingly. You often had to make a trip there in order to get plan b.

“I know, why do you think I got out clothes for you to change into?” Looking over, you saw a small pile of folded clothes which belonged to him causing your heart to melt.

“Thank you.”

“You know, I can’t leave her right?”

Frowning, you nodded. “I know.”

“L.A Confidential.”

You nodded again and sighed. “L.A. Confidential.”

[septicace-writes]

Loophole

Summary: Billy Lee is away on a trip and you’re needy. Mike helps out but you get caught. Billy Lee x reader, Mike (Hellraiser) x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: sex, dub-con to be safe, slight degradation, voyeurism, cheating (kind of)

a/N: This has to be the most elaborate piece I’ve written so far. And it’s a rarepair but I hope people will still enjoy. And I’m just gonna tag @hope-to-hell because A) this obsession is your fault and b) I think you might enjoy this.

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Billy Lee is a busy man. Sure, he's carved himself a life where he can do whatever he wants, more or less, but it comes at the cost of leading his people. And he doesn't call it a cult, they're more like a big family. And he's the head. Their chief. He's in charge and with that comes freedom; and responsibility. And time away from you.

But he wouldn't leave you all alone. No, not after you've tried to run more than once. Not after he's had to follow you across half the country to bring you back. So, he leaves you with his right-hand man. 

Mike is young, tall, dark, wild curls on his head and icy blue eyes. He's all harsh angles and scars and his smile will freeze your blood. He had come to them beaten and bloodied and half dead and unable to speak, but even then, he fought and thrashed like a wild animal, or a rabid dog. So that’s what they called him. Dog.

He got better, wounds healing over, finding his voice again, and immediately challenged anyone's authority. He, quite physically, fought back against the nickname and now only the chief still occasionally uses it. It's a surprise Billy Lee didn't kick him out as soon as he was healed enough. The chief doesn't take kindly to challengers. But they had their one big fight, teeth and claws and knives, rolling through the mud and wrestling and then - he let Mike stay. Let him rise through the ranks. Put him to use keeping people in line, his personal attack dog. Nobody would dare call it that out loud, but he has a soft spot for the boy. It’s the only explanation for how Mike hasn’t lost his head yet for shamelessly staring at you every chance he gets. Billy Lee let him have his choice in partners, but you were the exception. Even Mike in his ruthlessness understood not to mess with that boundary, but it happened anyways.

And it so easily could've ended in a disaster - for you and even more so for Mike. Billy Lee had been gone for almost a week, leaving things in Mike's care; including you. You were under strict instruction not to leave your room, to let Mike know if you needed anything. And not to touch yourself. And you had been good. So good. And so fucking horny. With no idea when the chief would return you cracked.

Mike, please

You know I can't

Says who? He said I can't touch myself but you're not me. And he did say for you to take care of me.

It's not like you're not worried about it. You only trust Mike on the account that Billy Lee trusts him. His hungry eyes made you uncomfortable more than once. But you need and maybe this'll be enough of a loophole for Billy Lee to let it slide.

He gets you off on his fingers the first time, methodical, learning your body and doing his best not to derive his own pleasure from it. Then, again, later the same day.

The next day, you beg him to eat you out. Your hands tangled in his hair, pushing and pulling, wanton moans escaping your lips when

Get off her

Your heart rate spikes as your hands drop to your sides. You hadn't even heard the door open. Mike is scrambling off the bed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and standing at attention. This may be the most distraught you've seen him, but he's hiding it well even now. Except maybe for the bump in his trousers.

What the fuck is this?

And his voice is quiet, calm. And it scares you more than if he had yelled the words.

I- You did have your excuse ready to go but seeing the blond man stand looming over the bed, suddenly the words get stuck in your throat.

Chief- but Billy Lee cuts him off with a look.

No, no. She gets to explain.

For a moment you consider blaming Mike, but you do want to try your best to not bar him from further exploring this. From just these three times he had potential.

Billy Lee is still staring at you, waiting for an answer. When you go to sit up and cover yourself, he gives a single shake of his head. You've played this game before. He will stay silent and not let you move until you explain.

You said not to touch myself. Your voice is only slightly shaking. And I haven't. But I needed. Sir, I needed. And so I asked Mike to take care of me. You always say for him to take care of my needs when you're gone.

Billy Lee turns to Mike, who is still standing in the same position, not betraying just how fucked he thinks he is.

And what is the second half of that request, dog?

Tend to her needs but leave her wants and whims to you He recites almost automatically, the order drilled into him.

And do you think, Mike Billy Lee almost spits the name that my little dove wanting to come is a need or a want?

Need. You pipe up against your better judgement, unwilling to let Mike take the fall for your escapade.

I didn’t ask you, did I?

Want, chief Mike sounds a little sheepish, but he holds his head high and stands his ground.

So you agree that this is outside of your duties, dog? A nod from Mike.

And what are we gonna do about that

There are a few beats of tense silence

Well- You know there has to be punishment. Billy Lee starts pacing and you feel your whole body shake in anticipation.

For you he turns towards you, still unmoving on the bed. For you it’s easy. He runs a hand up the inside your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps. You get one more today and then you are not going to come for at least a week. His fingers deftly avoid your slick center and travel back down the other leg. And you will be on your best behaviour or I will dig out the cage again. All you can do is nod.

As for you, dog, you’re lucky I understand it’s difficult to resist a begging pretty little thing. And I do recognise that I may have left her unattended for too long. You’ll get a chance to prove yourself so listen closely. I want you to fuck her. Like she so desperately wants. Make her shake and cry and come. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll add this to your duties when I’m gone. And to prove that you understand the boundaries, you are not going to get off here, tonight. Are we understood?

And Mike- Mike who has been standing there stoically all this time, hiding just how scared he is that he’ll get kicked out. That Billy Lee was going to beat him to a pulp and leave him on a roadside somewhere. He wouldn’t say it, but he did like the family. And he even enjoyed having found his match in the chief. Knowing there was a person he had no power over. Though he’s not ready to admit that to himself. And anyways, none of this changes that he is elated at the chance he has been presented.

Billy Lee situates himself in his armchair, facing the bed. He lazily starts palming himself and gives an impatient nod to Mike when he still hasn’t moved. Better make it good. And that’s all it takes.

He gets back between your legs, picking up where he left off before the interruption, and from the first lick you are gone. Your hands automatically find their way back to his dark curls. He groans into your pussy and the vibrations make you moan.

I believe I said to fuck her. Billy Lee would sound almost unaffected to anyone else, but you know him better than that. You know he’s getting off on this just as much as you. And it makes you brave.

Please you whimper, pulling Mike’s hair. You lift his head and pull him in for a kiss, your own taste on his lips driving you on even further. His hands frantically shove off his trousers, letting himself get lost in the frenzy and – for a moment – forget that he ought to be careful. He gives himself a few quick strokes before prodding at your entrance. Your hands flying to his back and clawing into the muscle as he slowly breaches your hole.

Fuck. Please. I need-

But he keeps the first thrust slow, letting you adjust once he bottoms out. From the side you hear a deep, familiar groan. You look over and see Billy Lee, his cock out, stroking himself to the sight of you. And just that moment Mike starts moving in you, forcing your attention back to him. A devilish grin on his face he lowers his head to take one of your nipples between his lips. It’s a lick and a suck at first but then he simultaneously bites down and gives a harsh thrust into you, coaxing a yelp from your lips.

Your legs wrap around his hips, instinctively trying to keep him as deep in you as possible, while your nails scratch angry red lines into his back. Mike picks up his pace, seemingly getting faster with every sound he draws from you. He growls when you try to sneak a hand between your bodies. Pinning your arms above your head, he brings his own fingers to your clit and rubs. It takes a second for him to find a good rhythm, but then he can feel you clenching. There’s a coil rapidly tightening in your core and you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. The tension snaps and with a scream, your orgasm washes over you. Mike fucks you through the aftershocks, and as your head clears you sense just how much he is holding himself back, keeping to his orders. Your eyes shoot to the armchair, where Billy Lee is still stroking himself. His eyes blown black with lust.

With a hiss Mike pulls out, unfinished. He gives you a tight smile and looks over to the chief as well. The blonde gives him a nod Go get yourself sorted. We’ll talk tomorrow.

Mike hastily puts his trousers back on and rushes out as Billy Lee gets up and turns his attention to you again, cock still in hand.

My turn.

Part 2

[fandom-collective-writers]

Breathe in Moonlight (Le Comte de Saint Germaine x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Le Comte de Saint Germaine x MC

Prompt: bite, goosebumps, full moon

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,684

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsisterxotome​ (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

       She could feel him, his gaze bringing goosebumps to her skin. Even if she herself couldn’t make him out in the gloom, she knew he was there, could feel him in her bones. 

       Her heart pounded in excitement, but MC kept her steps even as she picked her way over the forest floor, her breath blooming in pale clouds before her face and sounding too loud in the pin-drop quiet. The rest of the forest knew what roamed under its canopy, hushed in reverence for the ancient creature and his chosen mate.

       The cool air nipped at her exposed arms and neck, the straps of her dress hanging off her shoulders and the neckline sitting loose above her breasts. She barely felt the cold though, the sensation doing little more than serving to make her even more excited.

       There was a full moon tonight, already hanging in the twilight sky when she left the mansion with her lover on her tail. MC didn’t know how long it had been since she’d disappeared into the forest, teasingly evading Le Comte when she could. Deep down though, she knew he could catch her any moment he wanted to, letting her play for a time, but the game was soon to end. 

       Ahead, the trees stopped, giving way to an open field. Stepping out into the moonlight, she sighed as the cool, pale glow bathed her skin, turning all it touched into silver and shadows. She didn’t turn when his presence loomed at her back, didn’t jump when his hands brushed her elbows and smoothed down her arms. 

       “What are you doing out here all by yourself, ma cherie?” his deep voice murmured in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  “Dangerous things roam the woods at night.”

       “I’m not by myself though, am I?” she replied, keeping her gaze on the moon. “And I don’t think there’s anything in this forest so dangerous as you.”

       He chuckled, the rich sound sending sweet pangs to her core. “You’re right about that. “ Taking her hand, Le Comte came around to stand in front of her, guiding her further into the moonlight. “So what’s a lovely lady such as yourself searching for in the darkness?” His hand was soft around hers, gentlemanly as he led her to the center of the field. The gleam in his eyes was less so, hungry and golden and dangerous, waiting for her to step into his arms so he could sink his fangs into her and never let go again.

       “A moment with my lover,” she whispered, meeting that look with one of her own from beneath her lashes. “As for you, mon Comte?”

       The pureblood vampire stopped, tilting her chin up with a few elegant fingers. To the right of his head, the full moon hung in the sky, highlighting the couple as they stood amongst the wildflowers. A smile curled at his lips, his eyes narrowed to gentle yellow slits. “The same as you, ma cherie.” His hands traced her sides as he circled behind her again, his arms slipping around her waist as his form pressed flush against her back.

       “Will you claim this moment then?” MC purred, slipping her fingers into his hair as he nuzzled against the side of her neck. 

       “I fully intend to.”

       She mewled and tilted her head back against his shoulder as he grasped a full breast, squeezing as his knee parted her legs and his free hand drew her skirt up over her thigh. Le Comte groaned as she ground her ass back against the bulge in his pants, yanking down on the loose neckline of her gown so her breasts spilled into the night air. A moan fell from her lips when his fingers ghosted over her pebbled nipples, pinching and tugging them. Together, they sank into the grass, his hands guiding her to sit on his lap as he rutted against her.

       Her arousal had already seeped through her panties, staining the front of his trousers as he ground his erection against her covered core. “So wet already, mon amour?” he purred, a few fingers prodding the soaked cotton and making her mewl. “Do I need to prepare you or can you take me as you are?” he questioned softly. Le Comte was a most attentive lover, always bringing her more pleasure than she thought she could handle before seeing to his own needs. Whenever they made love, he was careful not to bring MC any pain, well, any pain she didn’t want.

       “As I am!” she answered, her hands fisting in the skirts pooled around her waist. A whine left her throat when his hips stopped humping into her, fidgeting in search of that delicious friction. She froze when the clink of his belt unbuckling reached her ears, a new shiver of anticipation wracking her form as his naked cock sprang up against her ass. 

       His fingers prodded her entrance, testing her wetness, before dancing over her clit, drawing another wave of arousal from between her clenching thighs. She could feel him, throbbing and hot against her, and all she could think of was having that heat inside of her, stretching and filling and melding until it wasn’t clear where he ended and she began.

       “Oh god, please!” she mewled, reaching for the cock slipping through her folds and swirling her fingers around the engorged head. “I need you!”

       “You need me or god?” he chuckled, cutting off with a grunt when her digits wrapped around him. “Because I can promise you he and I are nothing alike.”

       Pouting at him over her shoulder, MC melted when his lips claimed hers deeply, sweetly. Her tongue tangled with his as it prodded past her parted lips, stealing her breath away as he bent her further into his lap, curving her spine so her breasts stuck out in the cool, night air.

       Le Comte’s hand brushed over hers still on his length, positioning himself, and a moment later she yelped as her core stretched to accommodate him, creating a delicious burn in her abdomen. Her lover grunted into her shoulder as her tight walls wrapped around him, pulsing inside of her.

       He allowed her a few heartbeats to adjust, licking over her heated skin and placing his hands on her breast and hip, before beginning to move against her. She could feel his need to pound into her in the tension in his muscles, but he still took the time to start off slow, being careful not to hurt her with the first few thrusts. It was only when she buried her fingers in his silky hair and tugged his face to her neck with a murmured plea of, “Fuck me,” that he began in earnest, lifting her off his cock before slamming her back down and thrusting his hips up simultaneously. 

       Her breasts bounced as he hilted into her, his grip tight on her hip, and she cried his name when he pinched and tugged at her nipple, her head thrown back against his shoulder. Juices ran down his cock with each harsh thrust, dribbling over his balls, and the sound of their lovemaking echoed across the field with each slap of skin against skin. With each exhale she breathed out lust and breathed in moonlight, the full, silver disk in the sky above filling her pleasure blurred vision.

       His fangs scraped against her skin, not daring to break the skin, but sending shockwaves through her body. Clawing at his arms, MC tried to slow her oncoming release, searching for some sort of control in the throes of ecstasy gifted by her lover. Her thighs trembled as he continued to pump into her, threatening to give out from beneath her.

       “C-Comte, I-I can’t - ah!” The world tilted and she found herself face down in the grass, screaming as the greater vampire resumed his pace, his thick length reaching deeper. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase in the grass, ripping tufts from the ground as she moaned and whimpered, begging him to keep going.

       His fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back against him with each thrust were sure to leave bruises, but she hardly cared. All that mattered to her was this beautiful man she had fallen in love with and the way he was working her towards her climax.

       “What if someone were to find us?” he idled, delivering a smack to her ass before caressing the tender skin. “Some traveler lost in the woods. What would they see? Two lovers or a monster claiming his mate?”

       “I - mmh, ahhh!” When her lips parted to answer, Le Comte gave a particularly hard thrust, his balls slapping against her clit and making coherent words evaporate on her tongue.

       “Answer me, ma cherie.” A hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her up into a kneeling position. “What would they see?” he asked again.

       “B-Both!” she managed. Her trembling hand smoothed tenderly over his jaw, wild yet controlled golden eyes meeting her own as MC turned to look at him. “My monster, my lover.”

       He smiled, pleased, and his hand traced over her hip affectionately before he pinched her clit savagely, all trace of gentlemanliness erased from his expression as his cock tore into her and threw her into an ocean of pleasure. She might’ve screamed as she came, clenching around his manhood, but she didn’t know, lost in the overwhelming feeling of his cock drilling into her oversensitive core through the heat of her orgasm.

       A few heartbeats later, he reached his own release, her body twitching as he spilled deep inside of her. His protective growl vibrated against her skin as he nipped at her neck, covering it in pink and purple lovebites until he was completely spent.

       Falling back together, she lay supine on his chest as they caught their breath, Le Comte’s softening cock still tucked in her core as their combined release oozed around him.

       “Your monster,” he affirmed, lacing his fingers with hers and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Your lover.”

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Febuwhump Day 28: “You Have To Let Me Go”

jumping ahead a bit in the timeline but only a very tiny bit - pretty much lays out where i am goin with the rest of this business :)

i did 27/28 days of this! which is super cool but also a lil sad b/c c’monnn i couldn’t just finish??? o well. will maybe take a break for a few days but also....maybe not. maybe i will just keep posting all the goddamn time and everyone will have to deal with that. much to think about

anyway - tagging @shapeshiftersandfire and @killtheprotagonist !

CW: lady whump, pet whump, angst, blood mention v briefly, aftermath of conditioning, i think that’s it??

“So, hey, what do you want for dinner?” Mara calls it over her shoulder, peering into the fridge and trying to decide what she can make out of leftovers and three eggs. There’s boxed mac n cheese in the pantry, and microwave burritos in the freezer, but she really needs to get to the grocery store so they can eat something that hasn’t been processed by six different machines. “We don’t have much here, so maybe we could order dinner tonight and cook tomorrow?”

Behind her, Jude-not-Jude’s voice is quiet and completely unobtrusive. “I would be happy with whatever you would like.”

Biting her lip, Mara shuts the fridge, turns to rifle through the pantry. She reminds herself to stay patient. She takes a deep breath and makes her voice come out upbeat again. “I know you love that chicken soup that my dad showed us how to make. I don’t have the broth, but I was thinking we could have that tomorrow and tonight get like, pizza or something.”

“If that’s what you want, it sounds lovely, thank you.”

The handlers train them to modulate their voices that way, soft and quiet and perfectly pleasant. God, how Mara wishes that Jude-not-Jude would crack a sarcastic joke, or forget to respond because she got distracted, or argue with Mara because she doesn’t want pizza, she wants ramen and no, soup two nights in a row is a great idea.

“Do, um, do you think you’ll want corn in it, because my dad has started putting corn in, but you’ve never tried it that way, so I don’t know if you want, um…” The energy is draining out of Mara even as she talks. She can’t turn around to face Jude-not-Jude’s blank eyes. “I don’t know if you want it the way we used to have it.” Please, for the love of God, say something, anything, as long as it’s real. Please, be a person. Just for a minute, try to be a person.

“Whatever you want will make me perfectly happy.”

Taking a deep, shuddery breath, Mara turns to face Jude-not-Jude’s deferentially lowered eyes. The other woman is standing near the counter, lingering next to Mara the way she’s been taught, in case her owner needs something. The hovering makes Mara want to shove her. She longs to turn around just once and find Jude-not-Jude sprawled on the couch, utterly oblivious to what Mara’s doing, but that’s not something that can happen anymore. Another deep breath, and Mara tries again.

“I’m asking you what you want, babe,” she reminds Jude-not-Jude, almost pleading with her. If Jude-not-Jude would just listen – would just try to understand – would just try. “I-you love this soup, I promise, my dad taught us one weekend when I brought you home to meet my parents, and maybe if you try it – if you just try-”

Mara doesn’t realize she’s clenching her fists until she feels the wetness on her palms where her fingernails dig into her skin. She doesn’t know if she’s sad or angry, she just knows she’s losing grip on whatever storm is boiling in her chest. She shuts her eyes, fighting to control herself, and when she opens them again, Jude-not-Jude is standing in front of her, in the narrow aisle between the counter and the fridge, and she reaches out for Mara, eyes nervous but soft in a way that can’t be just training, it can’t be. She won’t close the distance without an order, but Mara takes two steps and almost knocks Jude-not-Jude backwards with the force of her embrace.

“I’m sorry,” Jude-not-Jude murmurs into Mara’s hair, sounding truly upset. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, M-Mara.”

It’s been long enough that she only stumbles a little over Mara’s first name, but even that feels like a knife in Mara’s gut. You should be sorry! It’s an unfair, desperate wail that stays in Mara’s head. You left me, you left, Jude, you left. For minutes, Mara just stands there and shakes with all the impotent emotion in her, clinging to Jude-not-Jude as if that will help, as if it will change things, as if it will mean something.

When she finally pulls back, Mara knows her face is red and blotchy, jaw tight, but Jude-not-Jude still looks at her as though she’s everything. The adoration in her eyes makes Mara smile, just a little, at her sweetness. “I’m sorry,” Jude-not-Jude says again, and Mara shakes her head.

“It’s, um, it’s all right,” she assures her girl, voice still thick and strange. They’ve had this conversation before, when Mara first tried to take the collar, and the girl hyperventilated and cried and begged until Mara couldn’t fight her anymore. At least, this time, Jude-not-Jude isn’t crying. Mara takes a deep breath, draws on her patience. “It’s okay. I’m not...we’ll get there. Just a little more time, and, and-”

“Mara.” Jude-not-Jude’s voice is soft as always, but as firm as Mara’s ever heard it. That’s enough to earn her attention. When she looks at Jude-not-Jude, the other woman is biting her lip, clearly nervous but determined to get something out. She keeps darting nervous glances at Mara’s face, afraid to look into her eyes even though Mara has promised that’s what she wants. It takes her a few moments, a few big breaths. “I-I’m sorry, b-but…”

The silence hangs between them, unbearable. “But what?” Mara finally presses, forgetting herself in her impatience. “Jude?”

Jude-not-Jude winces, draws a deep breath, and shakes her head. “I…I know you miss…her. I know she was your…friend, Mara.” Her voice is so soft it’s hard to hear. “But I’m…not…Jude.”

Swallowing hard, Mara shakes her head. Jude-not-Jude looks pained, miserable, but if Mara can just make her understand, it’ll all be okay. It’ll start to be okay again. Mara holds the girl’s shoulders, puts real conviction in her voice. “No – no look, I know you don’t remember but you, you were her. I mean, you are her, and if we give it time and get you some help, you can-”

“N-n-no.” Jude-not-Jude’s voice is slipping from her usual perfect calm into something a little more ragged, a little more desperate. “No, Mara. Maybe I was…maybe I was someone before, but I can’t…” She swallows hard, looks at Mara with searching eyes. “I’m…I’m not h-her. I can’t be her.”

“Jude…”

“No.” Jude-not-Jude flinches at the sound of the name, and Mara releases her shoulders, grimacing at the misery in the Box Babe’s voice. “P-please I…I can’t be her. I don’t know how. I can’t. P-please just give me a name and, and I’ll be yours. I’ll be your Box Babe. They trained me really well.” She sounds hopeful, looks hopeful, looks up at Mara with big green eyes so Mara has to turn away. “I want to be good for you. I can be good for you if, if you tell me what to do. I promise I’ll be good. I just can’t…I can’t be…I can’t be a person. I’m not. I can’t.”

By the end of this speech Jude-not-Jude is pleading with her, chest heaving, green eyes shining with unshed tears. It makes Mara want to wail, slam her hands over her ears, shake Jude-not-Jude until her teeth rattle. Mara thinks she’ll do anything just to drown out the words, but, carving her nails into her palms, she forces herself to listen, to look, to see the pain her girl is in. Everything in Mara tells her to fight, to argue, to not take no for an answer. But Jude-not-Jude looks so lost and so scared and maybe…maybe it’s not fair to her, trying to guide her back to her old life. Maybe the only way forward is for her and Mara to find some kind of new life.

It hurts. It hurts so goddamn much, the idea of letting go of Jude. The thought of it takes Mara’s breath away. “I want you back,” Mara tries, one last time, softly, almost pleading. “I miss you so much.”

“I know.” Jude-not-Jude looks at her, that nervous look she gets when she doesn’t want to ask for something. Her arms are held stiffly at her sides and Mara knows what she wants, so she reaches for her, and Jude-not-Jude all but collapses into her arms. Mara thinks she feels Jude-not-Jude let out a sigh. Her soft careful voice comes out muffled as she buries her face in Mara’s neck. “You…you have to let her go. You have to let…me…go.”

For a minute or so Mara just stands there. She holds onto Jude-not-Jude and fixes her eyes on the ceiling and tries to breathe as the thought of it hits her over and over again. Jude is gone. Jude is gone. Jude is gone, and she’s not coming back, and you need to let her go.

When she pulls back, she looks at her – at Jude-not-Jude. She really truly looks at this Box Babe she’s brought home. She has Jude’s eyes, and Jude’s dimple, and her grin, but��she’s not Jude. That daring way she lifted her eyebrows, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes when she grinned, the light that used to shine behind her every movement…it’s gone. Some essential, ineffable part of Jude is just gone. It’s replaced by blank willingness, drilled-in sweetness, the thick black leather band of a collar around her throat.

For both of their sakes, Mara needs to adjust her expectations.

“Okay,” Mara says finally, wrung-out, eyes stinging, exhausted. Jude-not-Jude – and fuck, Mara will have to find another name for her – pulls back just far enough to look at Mara with her big believing green eyes, and Mara nods, barely trusting herself to speak. “Okay.”

[collecting-stories]

Cheat  - t. 03 - Sarah Cameron

A/N: I need to update this more regularly. Anyway, four chapters left and actual smut to come I promise. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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~But I would’ve done much better, you messed it up forever~

“Hey,” Sarah whispered, closing the door to the bathroom before taking a seat on the ledge of the bathtub, “what do you want John B?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.” John B’s voice came through the phone, sounding a little desperate. The same tone that Sarah was so used to hearing in the past. It was the voice he used every time he told her something and he didn’t want her to get upset. “Kie said you’re in Philly?”  

“Yeah, uh...yeah I came up with my roommate for the summer.” Sarah replied, crossing her legs and running a hand over one of them, she would need to shave before they went out next. “Why?”  

“It doesn’t feel the same without you here. I mean, it just feels like something is missing.” He admitted.

“John B-”

“You don’t feel that?”  

Sarah sighed, leaning forward so far that her forehead almost touched her knees. It was early in the morning and she was still feeling tired from being out the night before. Now she was dealing with this phone call, John B telling her exactly what she didn’t want to hear. She wasn’t even sure she was ready to talk to him yet but her phone had rung and she had answered it by accident when she was trying to decline.  

“Uh...I don’t know-”

“You do Sarah, I know you do.” He insisted and she fought the urge to scoff.  

Who was he to tell her how she was feeling when she didn’t even know her self? All knowing John B, gets her better than she gets herself. She wanted to scream at him. Hadn’t he been the one who told her that it was too much for him to be going back and forth to Chapel Hill? Wasn’t he the one who told her that she was being too demanding, too controlling, that she never compromised and now he was calling her to say he felt empty without her.  

“I can’t do this with you right now John B.” Sarah said, pressing her palm against her forehead. She felt like Rose, getting a tension headache at the first sign of conflict.  

“Sarah-”

“No, just. No. You can’t call me like this and tell me you still have feelings for me. You broke up with me John B, not the other way around. You don’t get to decide what happens now.” She snapped.  

“Sarah, I love you.”

“I don’t...I don’t know.”

“Please-” John B stressed, his voice desperate as he begged her to listen to him. She groaned as he continued on, even his voice grating on her nerves. Two months ago she would’ve said that she loved him with no questions asked. Now she wasn’t sure. She knew she still cared about him, and she didn’t want to say anything that would hurt him in the long run, but she wasn’t sure how she felt and she didn’t want to make promises she couldn’t keep.  

“I’ll see you when the summer ends.” She finally said, hanging up the phone and letting it drop to the rug beneath her feet. She put her head in her hands, trying not to cry as she thought about the conversation that just happened.  

She got up from the tub after a few minutes, grabbing her phone off the ground and laying it on the counter where it wouldn’t bother her before heading back into your bedroom. You were still sleeping, blanket kicked halfway off and t-shirt ridden up around your waist. Sarah climbed back on the bed, cuddling up beside you and wrapping her arm around your waist, hand slipping under your shirt.  

“What time is it?” You groaned, pressing your face into the pillow as Sarah brushed hair out of your face so that she could kiss your cheek. Being back in bed with you was already easing the tension she had felt building while she was talking to John B.  

“It’s like nine,” Sarah replied, shifting as you rolled onto your back. Her hand rested on your stomach, creeping up further.  

“Why am I awake?” you asked, looking up at her suspiciously. You reached up, wrapping your hand around the back of her neck and bringing her down into a kiss.  

Sarah’s hand cupped one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple as she ran her tongue over your bottom lip. You moaned and Sarah took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth as she shifted so that she was straddling you. She licked your bottom lip again, taking it into her mouth and dragging her teeth over it as she pulled away. You looked up at her as she sat back on her ankles, hands running down your sides to your waist.  

“As much as I would love to spend the whole day doing literally just this, I feel like it’s my civic duty as your friend to ask if you’re okay.” You said, resting your hands on her thighs.  

“I’m fine.” Sarah replied, shrugging her shoulders. She knew it was a lie but she didn’t want to tell you about John B’s phone call. Everything felt so good here. The two of you had hedged out this little world for yourselves where she could escape to and she liked the escape.  

“Are you sure?” You asked. Her eyes still looked a little puffy and yeah, she was affectionate but she was never this affectionate before alcohol. Sarah was always a little more hesitant to cross the line when she was sober. She’d told you already that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be totally broken up with John B and that if she went all the way it would cheating.  

“I’m positive.” Sarah insisted, leaning down to kiss you again.  

You knew you would regret it but you held your hand up, blocking her before she could kiss you and forcing her to sit back again. She got off of you, climbing off the bed altogether and you sat up, fixing your shirt. “Sarah-”

“No!” She snapped, “I don’t want to hear it okay? God, you and John B are just the same! You think you know me and know what I want and don’t want and just think you can make decisions for me but you can’t! I can do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need someone constantly telling me how to feel about something or what to do!”  

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do,” you replied, “I’m just concerned cause you aren’t acting like yourself.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m not acting like myself. Please, enlighten me on how I'm supposed to be fucking acting cause I would love to know!” She shouted.

“Sarah, seriously, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean-”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me. I know the drill.”

Sarah walked across the room to the bathroom, slamming the door shut after her. You fell back on the bed, groaning and covering your face with your hands. You’d been rooming with Sarah since September and you were beyond used to her outbursts but she’d never directed one at you. You’d listened to her bitch about John B, bitch at John B, complain about classes, complain about other students, and yell at the girl down the hall that kept taking her shampoo from the communal bathroom while she was showering. But you had never heard her yell at you. It just wasn’t how your relationship worked.  

You got off the bed, pulling on a pair of wooly socks to combat the chill from the air conditioning, and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking twice. “Sarah?”

“Go away.” Sarah called back, picking up her phone and looking at the texts that John B had already sent through. She swiped to clear them out of her notifications and laid her phone back, face down.  

“Sarah,” you leaned your head against the door and sighed, “I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do or anything...I was just frustrated. I know you’re still upset about John B and I know you don’t really know how you feel about you and me...I just, I don’t want to get hurt because you’re upset and want to ‘get back’ at your boyfriend.” You explained, trying to word everything the best that you could without upsetting her any further.  

You cared about Sarah, she was one of your best friends, but you also had feelings far deeper than friendship and she knew that. You couldn’t let yourself get trampled over just because she felt like paying you some attention.  

Sarah opened the door slowly, eyes already welling up with tears. “I don’t get it. He calls me out of the blue and tells me all this shit about how he misses me and loves me and he knows I love him. Well I don’t know if I love him!”  

“Hey, it’s okay.” You promised, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and drawing her into a hug. You kissed the side of her head and she put her arms around your waist. “You don’t have to know.”

“I like things the way they are.” She mumbled, voice slightly muffled by your shirt.  

“I know, it’s okay. You don’t have to decide now. I just don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret because you’re angry at John B.” You replied. It was more than that though. You didn’t want to get your hopes up only to have them decimated by the time summer was over. You could practically see it, you, alone at the beginning of September, while John B once again snagged the girl who was way out of his league.  

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[stripper-patrick]

Dressing Room🛍 Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: smut, blurb, no real plot, unprotected, little bit of daddy

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader

I’m looking through the shirts of Gucci store and my boyfriend Michael comes behind me pressing his hard dick against my ass.

“You should try something on mama” he whispers in my ear

“Mmmm should I?” I smile

“Yea” he kisses my neck and I grab something which is actually really cute. It’s a deep plunge tank top with the Gucci symbol on the front. I ask the store worker to try it on and she smiles.

“Of course” she leads me to the huge gold room and I take off my shirt and hear Michaels voice in the back. I try on the shirt and pose in the mirror looking at it.

All of a sudden I see a long brown skin body slithers underneath the dressing room and it’s Michael. He stands up tall and corners me.

“That shirt is cute” he smiles “but you bustin on my dick is cuter” he wraps his arm around my neck and I smile. His warm lips hold mine as he drops my jeans. I kick them off to the side watching him drop his jeans. His dick is hard and spring on my thigh. Michael picks me up holding me against the wall with a small thud.

He finally enters me and buries his head in my neck. He pushes further touching my cervix making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Michael” I moan quietly

“Don’t make too much noise mama” his cologne mixed with these strokes have me feeling dizzy. I wrap my legs around him digging his heels into his booty egging him to go faster.

Both of our breathing picks up and I moan louder causing him to cover my mouth. Michael holds my hands above my head and somehow slides deeper into me.

If my legs weren’t around him we’d be in the floor by now.. probably still fucking. He drills into me harder making me bounce against the wall.

“Look at you fuckin in the dressing room” he coos “are you gonna be quiet now”

“How is everything” the woman asks

“Oh great” he smiles. I clench myself around him drawing out a low moan “Yea I like the way these fit”

“Perfect and you miss”

Michael takes his hand off my mouth smirking at me. He rubs my clit making me shake “y-yea I love this shirt. How much is it again” I say rushed

Michael fucks me harder as if he was reading my mind.

“$245”

“Oh ok” I say. I hear her heels click away and I tap him in his shoulder signaling my climax.

“That’s it cum for me” he says low in my ear. I sink my teeth into his shoulder preventing me from screaming out.

“Daddy I want you to nut in my mouth” I say in broken moans. That only drove Michael to the edge. He puts me down and the way my legs are feeling I can’t stand up or walk straight even if I wanted to.

I sit on my knees and grab his shaft as he jerks the rest of himself in my mouth. His eyes are closed and I can see the burnt image of us still fucking fresh in his mind which is just enough to have him spilling on my lips.

He places his hand on the wall and grabs my hair guiding me all the way down. I suck him dry and tickle his balls with my tongue while he’s planted in the back of my throat.

He comes out tapping his dick on my lips with a dimple filled smirk played on his face. I kiss his tip with a smile and play around with his cum in my mouth before swallowing it.

He extends his arms helping me up and I smile “on some real shit I like this top”

“I got you mama oh and that daddy almost got you pregnant” he slithers back under to his dressing room and I grab my pants putting them back on. I hear his belt jiggling and I put on my other shirt placing the new one on the hanger.

I grab some gum out my purse and chew on a piece waiting for Michael to come out. I notice he’s still hard.

“I got you in the car” I wink

[yourdeepestfathoms]

A Good Dog Doesn’t Bark

[yet another Foster AU for SIX, if there weren’t enough already]

(Read Anne As Courtney!Anne)

Word count: 4004

TW: Child abuse

———————

Jane couldn’t understand the idea of fostering.

“I mean, yes, it’s a good thing to do,” She had said over tea. “But wouldn’t you rather have a baby come from your body? You just won’t have the same connection with a foster child...”

Anne and Aragon gave her an unamused look. She continued her mantra with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Plus!” She went on. “You may have to give them up! What if they’re terrible? Or you can’t raise them? Or if their parents want them back? Are you ready to deal with that guilt?” She stirred her tea calmly. “I’m just saying that maybe you two should just try for a moment first.”

“We’re lesbians, Jane.” Aragon deadpanned.

“I meant sperm implants.” Jane specified, slightly ruffled. “That’s what I did to have Kat!”

Aragon wrinkled her nose at the through. Anne snorted.

“No way.” They both said.

“Your loss.” Jane shrugged.

Despite their friend’s very helpful commentary, Anne and Aragon went on with their idea of fostering and went to an adoption fair hosted by the county foster program. There, they met a young eleven year old girl with gnarled blonde-brown hair, storm grey eyes, and a knack for drawing. Instantly, they both fell in love with her shyness and lamb-like appearance.

They had to have her.

“Kinda feels like we’re picking a puppy from a kennel,” Aragon admitted as Anne was driving them both to the house where they would retrieve their new daughter.

Anne has just smiled at her comfortingly, but even she had to admit it kind of did feel like that. Especially when they eventually got to their soon-to-be-daughter’s current placement.

“No, no, no, NO!!” A deep, rough voice roared. “You absolute IDIOT! You would have been dead! Do it again!”

That’s the first thing they heard when she stepped out of the car, then a series of grass-padded footsteps, the clanging of metal, and then a cacophony of crashes and rattles.

“Stop holding back!” The voice snapped. “Where’s that little monster I saw when I first got you?”

“I-I don’t know!” A second voice squeaked, similar to their girl’s. “Dormant? Sleeping? Hibernating? I learned that bears often hibernate, so if it’s supposed to be a bear— OW!!!” There was a howl of pain. “You said hair pulling was cheating!”

“I’m your guardian and teacher. Nothing I do is cheating! Now do it again or so help me—”

“Okay! Okay!”

There was another scampering or footsteps, metal hitting against metal, the strain and creak of ropes, and subtle harsh breaths and whimpers.

“There,” The younger voice panted. “Was that-” A squeal of pain, followed by a heavy thud up against what was presumably the fence. “Owww...! I-I wasn’t—” Another noise, this one the horrible sound of something whipping down against a skull. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop! I’m not ready!”

“USELESS!” The older voice bellowed. “Nobody is going to wait for you in a fight! SO STOP WHINING AND FIGHT BACK!!”

It was madness. Pure madness. And Aragon and Anne couldn’t just stand there and listen to it anymore.

They stormed through the backyard gate and stared in horror at the obstacle course set before them- thick nylon ropes hanging from old, gnarled trees overgrown around the yard; a steep, splintered wooden ramp; large, heavy tires set up in rows; deep trenches of muddy water; even what looked to be a board full of upturned nails placed on the ground. Most of the grass was dead and seemed to be stained a permanent shade of red. The worst thing, however, was the twisted older woman standing above a shuddering child with a bamboo pole in her hands. When she noticed the couple goggling at her, she didn’t look horrified to be caught, rather just annoyed. She prodded the child at her feet roughly in the shoulder.

“Get up.” She spat, then finally turned to address the visitors. “What?”

“What the fuck,” Aragon said first. “What the fuck is wrong with—”

Anne covered her mouth, but her wife struggled and even bit her in her attempt to keep scolding. The woman with the pole looks very amused.

“We’re here to get Joan.” Anne said, still attempting to wrangle up Aragon. “Umm... What is this place and, yes, what is going on?”

The woman raised her nose, examining the two of them.

“This is the Puppy Mill.” She said, and those words sent snarls of ice cold horror curling through Aragon and Anne’s stomachs. “Where the...unwanted children go. Or are born. I get a lot of knocked up teenagers.”

She cast a disgusted look over to a young pregnant girl sitting on the porch. The girl glared right back, and that’s when Anne and Aragon realized that they were surrounded by kids. Kids ranging from ages five to seventeen it seemed, either sitting on the roof or in trees or on the porch or watching from the windows inside. They were all dressed in rags, had their hair done in tangled messes, looked absolutely filthy, and had collars fastened around their necks. It made Anne want to cry and Aragon want to rampage.

“What the fuck,” Aragon muttered again.

“Who did you say you wanted again?” The woman asked. “My name is simply Wolf, by the way. Don’t wear it out.”

“Joan.” Anne repeated, trying to keep back a tremble in her voice. The smell of blood, piss, and sweat were swarming her senses.

“Joan...” Wolf looked around the backyard, tapping her chin. “Don’t think I have a Joan.”

“That would be me,” Gurgled the child at her feet. Wolf scowled down at her. Aragon and Anne realized she, too, had a thick, metal collar latched around her neck.

A shock collar.

“Oh. Right.” Wolf oozed. “I thought I told you to get up, Pit Bull.”

“Pit Bull?” Anne echoed.

“We don’t use real names here. For example, the six year old that just took your wallet without you knowing is Yorkie.”

“What?!” Anne whirled around to find that her wallet was, in fact, missing from her back pocket and now resided in the greedy little hands of a dirty, mud-smelling six year old boy with amber eyes. He had been going through it with his grimy fingers up until he was caught and then actually hunched over, bared his stubby teeth, and growled like a dog. Wolf laughed loudly.

“That’s my pup!” She cheered. She held out her hand and Yorkie immediately scampered over, pressing his head into it eagerly. She stroked his dusty hair gently. “Alright, now give this lady back her things. You’ll be rewarded for your thievery after this.”

Yorkie beamed. He gave Anne back her wallet and stuck out his tongue at her before skittering away to probably brag to his friends about what he had done.

“See. That’s what you should be like.” Wolf said to Joan, prodding her in the cheek with the end of her pole. “Why did you tell them your name? You know why don’t use those.”

“I’m sorry,” Joan whispered. She failed at getting up, still reeling from when she had been hit on the head, and just slumped to the ground in a woeful puddle, moaning pitifully.

“Why can’t she use her name?” Aragon hissed.

“And why do you call her Pit Bull?” Anne added.

“Because,” Wolf smirked wickedly with all her teeth. “Pit Bulls are killers, just like this little one.”

Black ice shot through Aragon and Anne’s veins. Darkness seemed to be rushing into their vision, sucking all their breath away. It was like the entire atmosphere was pressing down on them.

“What?” Anne whispered.

“You’re lying!” Aragon snarled.

“Tell that to the corpses of her parents she beat to death,” Wolf said smoothly. “She’s a little monster. My perfect little monster. If she can just get her training drills down.” She shot Joan a glare. “But she isn’t for sale. Not that you would want such a creature after hearing what it’s done.”

“No,” Anne shook her head. “We’re taking her. We have forms.”

Aragon fished them out of her purse and thrust them into Wolf’s hands. Wolf sighed, rolled her eyes, but scanned over the documents. She occasionally glances at Joan and then the couple as she was reading.

“Hm.” She eventually said. “I suppose you are right.” She suddenly snapped her head downward and jabbed the end of the pole in between Joan’s shoulder blades. It made Aragon jolt forward slightly, hands outstretched and twitching. She gave the woman an entertained look, then turned her attention back to the child on the ground. “Get up, beast. Go gather your things. You’re out of here.”

“B-but—” Joan tried to protest.

“NOW!”

Wolf grabbed Joan by the collar and yanked her to her feet, then shoved her roughly to the back door. The girl uselessly keeled over into the grass immediately, but managed to scramble inside.

“Worthless,” Wolf hissed under her breath.

“We can call the police.” Aragon warned dangerously. Her protectiveness for the child seemed to have only increased, despite the alleged news of murder.

“You can try.” Wolf said. “But it won’t do you any good. Nothing ever happens.”

“You’re hurting these children!” Aragon cried.

Laughter rang out through the entire backyard- the children were laughing.

“Awww, the rich lady thinks we have it bad!” One boy in a tree chortled.

“Probably because she’s had everything handed to her on a silver platter!” Another chimed in.

“Ohhh, look at me! I have money and can pay my mortgage! I need to barge into everyone’s lives and think I have to fix it!” A third mocked, causing a roar of giggles. Aragon suddenly felt a lot less pity for all these kids except her girl.

“She's acting this way because Pit Bull is a weak little bitch,” Said the pregnant girl on the porch.

“Yeah!” A seven year old joined in. “Pit Bull is making us look bad!”

It was that moment that Joan came back outside holding a small bag full of her belongings. She cowered under the looks she got and scampered over to the three adults. Her shoulders are hunched around her neck and she’s trembling, Anne and Aragon realize.

“Traitor!” A kid on a rickety tree branch shouted.

“Don’t come back here!” Another yelled.

“We don’t want you!” A third joined in.

“And neither do they!” The second added. “They’re just pitying you, Pittie! But they’ll throw you away soon!”

“Try not to kill them, too!” Bellowed a cruel fourth kid.

By that time, Joan was clearly fighting off a wave of tears.

“We’re leaving now.” Aragon snarled, glaring at Wolf and then all the children in the backyard. “God save you.”

Screeches of laughter filled the yard as the couple and their new foster daughter walked to the gate. They could hear the kids mocking Aragon’s words as they went, and Aragon somehow managed to keep from storming back over and pummeling all of them.

“Are you okay?” Anne asked Joan once they got to the car.

Joan looked down at her feet. “Yeah...”

Anne and Aragon exchanged worried looks, but didn’t try to prod. They just helped Joan into the car and began to return home.

The drive smelled like blood.

———

Joan was asleep when they got to the house—or maybe she was just unconscious. Anne and Aragon didn’t know. And they were not sure if they wanted to.

Anne grabbed the bag while Aragon carefully scooped up the child, who was alarmingly light. She was absolutely tiny too, even for an eleven year old. That was exactly why she barked at her wife to call her doctor friend to come do check a check up on the girl.

“They’re just the kind of injuries you would expect from an experience like this,” Maggie was saying as she returned from the child’s bedroom, removing the stethoscope from around her neck in a far too professional manner for what Aragon or Anne was used to. “Even though I’m not technically working right now, I still have to follow confidentiality agreements, so I can’t tell you the extent of her injuries, but she’s had a rough time. From what I’ve seen, it appears as though she was thrown into a wall and hit her head more than once; she’s got a few bruises, a bad ankle, and a couple of nasty broken ribs.” She concluded, setting down her medical kit on the coffee table. “All-in-all, she’s in pretty bad shape, but nothing seems critical. Speaking optimistically, she ought to make a full recovery."

The reaction to his proclamation was stunned silence as Anne and Aragon stared at her in disbelief. She looked back in confusion.

“What?”

“There is no way that's all that happened to her!” Aragon finally exclaimed explosively, halting her agitated pacing by the flat’s window. “When we went to her placement she had been hit in the head with a pole, I’m pretty sure there was blood everywhere, there was absolutely no hygiene there so it’s peak conditions for infections, and all you have to give me is a few bruises? Mother Mary above, you are a doctor, aren’t you? Why don't you just go fix her up and—”

“Training to be a doctor.” Anne cut in quietly, but her wife didn’t hear her.

“And we are her PARENTS now! We deserve to know what’s wrong with—”

“I think what Catalina is trying to say,” Anne finally took charge, and Maggie shot her a grateful look. “Is that you’re withholding important information from us, Mags, because a girl with the home we saw must have sustained much worse injuries than you’re explaining. So please, enlighten us.”

Aragon grumbled to herself before tossing herself down on the couch and downing an entire glass of vodka in one go.

Maggie, nervous, shuffles her feet and then sighed in defeat. She sat down on the arm of the couch.

“Alright, so basically, beside the bruises, cuts, sprained ankle, and bumps on the head, you’re looking at a girl who’s probably been severely abused throughout her entire life.” She said reluctantly, but bluntly, meeting eyes seriously with each of them in turn. “Not just physically, either. I really— I shouldn't be telling you any of this; legally I can’t. All I can say is that what happened to her today wasn’t the first time. It’ll take about a month and a half for all of her external injuries to heal completely, but with physical evidence of her history...the emotional toll is going to be huge.”

Anne set a hand on Aragon’s shoulder when she sensed her wife was getting worked up, but Aragon still got herself to her feet and marched to Joan’s new room. Maggie watched her good helplessly, then turned back to Anne.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered. “That I can’t be more helpful. She‘s right— I’m a doctor. I should be—”

“Shh,” Anne took one of her friend’s hands and rubbed the knuckles comfortingly. “It’s alright. You did more than enough.”

Maggie smiled at her, then got up and began to gather her things. She left some amoxicillin, antiseptic, extra bandages and gauze on the table.

“Just in case.” She said.

“Do you just carry this stuff around?” Anne asked, walking over and picking up the amoxicillin.

Maggie giggled. “Never know when you might need some strong painkillers!” She waved. “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Will do,” Anne nodded. “Thank you!”

With that, Maggie is gone. Anne can now hear Aragon cooing in the extra bedroom, so she takes the amoxicillin and a glass of water, and then walks over to the room. Inside, she finds her wife perched on the edge of the bed, stroking Joan’s hair, who is awake, but dazed.

“You took me away,” Joan whispered.

“That’s right.” Aragon said softly. “You’re safe now.”

Joan’s pale face crumbled. “Don’t make me go back there. Please. Please, don’t wanna go back...!”

Anne’s heart broke as she watched this. Aragon seemed to feel the same thing, because she wrapped Joan in her arms and pulled the tiny child into a tender embrace. The little girl immediately clung back, crying into the woman’s chest.

“We’ll never send you back.” Aragon promised her. “You’re our girl now. Our daughter.”

“That’s right,” Anne nodded, walking over. “We’ll take care of you, Joan.”

Joan looked up at them, grey eyes sparkling with tears. Anne and Aragon both reach out to wipe away the streams on each cheek.

“Thank you,” She whispered. She rested her head back on Aragon’s chest, taking steady breaths.

“Hey,” Anne said. “I know! Why don’t I go run you a nice hot bath while Catalina makes us some dinner? Then we can watch a movie! Our first family movie!”

Joan actually smiled, and it was such a beautiful thing to see.

“We never got to take hot baths,” She whispered. “Or watch movies, unless we were really, really good.” She looked up at the two women. “Can I really do that?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Aragon said. “This is your home now.”

Joan gave another small, but giddy smile and hid her face in Aragon’s chest to hide her blush. Anne ruffled her hair affectionately and then got up to go run a bath in the bathroom connected to the room. Aragon continued to rock Joan in her arms until the water was ready.

—

The room smelled like apples. Not the fresh, crisp kind from the ageing trees in the orchard, but the sweet, faintly chemical scent of apple flavored products. It’s the scent of bath bombs and body wash and, in this case, no tears baby shampoo.

Something Pit Bull had never smelled before.

No-

Not Pit Bull.

She wasn’t-

She was-

She wasn’t-

She was-

She didn’t know who she was anymore.

She splayed her hands open and stared down at them, remembering the way hot, slick blood slid between her fingers. Remembered the chill of the fire stoker’s metal and the smoothness of the lamp’s body. Remembered the way they cradled her brother’s head, which was wrung backwards, neck snapped like a baby bird’s. Remembered how they clawed at His face when he tried to pin her down and remove her clothes.

His face. Him. Her daddy.

And her mummy had watched, face blank, not caring about her husband’s choice to punish their daughter. But she did care when their pathetic child reached back, grabbed a nearby screwdriver daddy had been using earlier that day, and drove it deep into daddy’s eyeball.

Those hands travel up and delicately touch the metal collar fastened tightly around her neck. Her name is engraved on the front- “Pit Bull.”

That’s her name. Not Joan. Who is Joan?

Joan was dead.

Pit Bull desperately roused herself from her reverie when she felt the lashing tongue of the belt across her shoulders and back, the sting of glass edging itself sneakily into her skin. She could see daddy again, his daunting figure towering over her seven-year-old self like some sort of terrifying giant.

Her head snapped up and she lost her will to panic when she noticed something. She was looking in a mirror.

She had not seen her reflection in a long time, since Wolf didn’t like anyone becoming too vain, so she would breaks all the mirrors or cover them up. Now, gazing at her petrified eyes, shrunken lips, and bruised cheek and jawbones, she was shocked by her defeated appearance. Her shape had held out well—she had lost more weight than she had imagined, but at least her her thick, blonde-burnished hair- brown creeping back in at the roots- seemed to be preserved. However, the expression in her own eyes frightened her. They were so blank, so dead—what had happened to her?

Her musing was interrupted by the low growl of her stomach. She needed food, badly. But where could she find some? This was those ladies’ apartment- ladies who were, in all likelihood, going to punish her severely if she took anything that was offered to her. She was used to the punishment—that was the way it was; she wasn't supposed to exist. She wasn't worthy of being alive, so it was natural that she should suffer some sort of consequence for wasting useful air. But she was hungry, and she wanted to at least choke a small portion of food down before the abuse began again. Even if the two women were nice, she couldn’t trust them. She couldn’t believe she let one of them hold her. She even cried in front of them!

She wouldn't dare to ask for any; that would only ensure further deprivation. Wolf’s words, not so long ago spoken, echoed through her head—if you ask, the answer is no.

It wasn't that she particularly enjoyed living to meet the brutal woman’s standards. It was only that she had been forced to learn in order to survive, and even now, after being allegedly set free, her mind and body still clung to that way of living. How could it not? It wasn't as though she had ever known any differently.

She would wait until they came to her, and then, hopefully while they were distracted, she would eat as much as possible before the beating came. She only hoped that it would not be too painful; she didn't want to throw it back up.

Pit Bull eventually peeled off her clothing and grimaced at her body’s state- tight blemishes decorating her body from her thighs to her neck, mottling her pale skin various sickly shades of black and navy and violet and mauve. Her collarbone was bruised all across, while fingerprints showed clearly around the tendons in her neck. Limitless scars in varying degrees of recovery were scattered like pine needles across the expanse of her arms, shoulders, wrists, back, and thighs. Angry red and deep blue marks mar the expanse of her pale back.

Wolf so badly wanted to make her the monster she was believed to be. And looking at how maimed she was, she was starting to believe that she truly was a creature of nightmares.

———

After an hour of being in the bathroom, Joan eventually wandered out in the dining room, bleary-eyed and hair dripping. Aragon smiled warmly at her from the kitchen and Anne went over to greet her.

“Have a nice bath, darling?” She asked the little girl, who blushed shyly at the pet name.

“Yes ma’am.” Joan whispered, keeping her head dipped low.

“We’re having lasagna.” Aragon told her. “Do you like lasagna?”

“I’ve never had it before,” Joan admitted. “Well- Maybe once. A long time ago.”

Anger flashed in Aragon’s eyes, and Joan flinched away. Anne set a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Wanna meet our cat?”

Joan’s eyes lit up. “You have a cat?”

Anne nodded and led her over to a fluffy white and brown ragamuffin sleeping on the couch. Its ears twitched and blinked big blue eyes at them when they approached.

“This is Speed Demon.” Anne said proudly. Joan giggled at the name, making her heart swell with even more love for this little one.

“He’s so pretty!” Joan exclaimed. She gently pet the cat, who immediately pounced on her hand. She laughed again.

“He’s evil.” Anne grinned.

“I like him,” Joan said. “Can he watch the movie with us?”

“Of course!” Anne said. She continued to watch the child play with Speed Demon until she abruptly stopped and touched the collar around her neck. “Joan? Sweetie?”

Joan turned to her. “Take it off.”

“What?”

“Take it off.” Joan whispered this time. “My collar. Take it off. Please.”

Anne nodded. Carefully, she reached out and unlocked the metal collar around the girl’s neck. She set it to the side and then looked back at Joan.

The real Joan.

This entire time, Pit Bull had been wearing the girl’s skin like a coat, but now with the collar removed, Anne could see that Joan was free.

Free.

Her Joan.

Her daughter.

[mieteve-minijoma]

Songfic Day 18: Bad Reputation

Day 18: A song from the year you were born: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

Part Four: (3 months later)

Archie Andrews hasn’t heard from his best friend Betty in three months and no one else seems to be worried. When he finds out that his friends had been to him about knowing where she is. Concerned for Betty’s safety and worried that the Serpents have hurt her, Archie drags Kevin and Veronica with him to storm the Whyte Worm looking for answers. 

When they hear what sounds like Betty’s muffled screams coming from a back room, they rush in only to get more than they bargained for.

Archie thinks Betty needs to get away from the influence of the Serpents but Betty has other plans.

*****

"I'm telling you Ronnie, something is seriously wrong. Why haven't we heard from her?" Archie asked as he paced nervously back and forth in front of his fiance.

"Arch, Betty is a big girl. She knew what she was doing when she started this, you have to trust that she knows what she's doing by not telling us anything," Veronica tried her best to calm him, but he wasn't having any it.

"It's been three months Veronica! Three fucking months and no one has heard anything. No calls, no messages! How are you not worried?!" Archie shouted, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis. 

One look at Veronica's sympathetic expression had him breaking down, crumbling into her arms, "Something happened to her, I know it. She would never disappear like this, not without telling me something. Where would she even go?"

"Archie, look. There is something I need to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out,” Veronica paused to take a deep breathe before she continued, “I know where B is.”

*****

“I can’t believe you guys! How could you know where she’s been this whole time and not tell me? You knew how worried I was about her and you still didn’t tell me? Why?” Archie exclaimed from the passenger seat of Kevin’s car as they drove further into the southside. Veronica leaned forward in the backseat to look at him.

“Because Archie, things got really scary for her before she left. The Ghoulies were looking for her, Sheriff Minetta was just looking the other way on the threats against her life, and she was terrified and needed protection. This was her last resort,” She placed her hand on Archie’s shoulder, rubbing soothingly, “B made us promise not to say a word to anyone, especially to you.”

“But why? She’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, did she not trust me enough to tell me?” Archie's broken voice tore at Veronica’s heart.

“No, Archikins, that isn’t it at all. She was trying to keep us all out of harm's way, she was protecting you. Plus,-” Veronica was cut off when Kevin finally spoke up.

“Plus she knew you’d do exactly what you are doing right now: dragging us out to a biker bar without a plan to mount sort of heroic rescue effort,” Kevin pointed out, turning towards their destination.

“Kev is right Archie, we really should think this through a little better than to just bust in there in the middle of the afternoon. God only knows how many Serpents are there right now,” Veronica said, trying to talk some sense into him. 

She knew he was worried about Betty but she was giving them weekly check-in’s and she sounded fine and, most importantly, she was safe. To Veronica, that was good enough. 

“I just have to know she’s ok, Ronnie.” Archie sighed as they pulled up to the Whyte Worm, nervous about what they would find.

“Ok guys, let me do all the talking. I met some of these guys through Joaquin, so they might be a bit more open about talking to me about Betty then some northside strangers. Just act natural and try not to draw too much attention to yourselves, ok?” Kevin said, his voice serious as they stepped towards the door.

When they entered the bar, all eyes were on them. There weren't very many Serpents present at the moment but it was enough to where they’d be easily outnumbered. 

The three northsiders stood just inside the doorway, waiting to see what would happen next. A voice behind the bar broke the silence that had filled the room.

“Kevin Keller. Long time no see, boy. How've you been?” FP walked out from behind the bar and stepped up to give Kevin a friendly hug, “I didn’t ever expect to see you again after- well, yeah. What can I do for you?” 

“We came to-,” Kevin started but was interrupted by a very agitated Archie.

“Where’s Betty, Snake?” Archie stepped between the older man and Kevin, narrowing his eyes. FP looked from Kevin to Archie, trying to figure out if the ginger was serious right now.

“Listen here Red. Since I knew your old man before he passed, I’m gonna let that remark slide. But you are in my bar asking me questions, so you better damn well be respectful, got it?” Archie only scheduled further, puffing his chest in a sign of dominance.

FP chuckled slightly at Archie’s cockiness, scratching his chin. “What makes you think I know anyone by that name huh?” He challenged.

“I know she’s here! Now tell me where she is or I swear to Christ I’ll-,” the quiet bar was suddenly filled with a females screams, effectively stopping all discussion. 

“Betty!” Archie screamed, tearing past FP, with Kevin and Veronica following closely behind.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Red,” FP laughed as he raised his hand to halt the Serpents around them from stopping the trio. They all watched the northsiders race towards the room where the screams were continuing, shaking their heads. 

Once they made it down the hall and found the door, Archie tried the knob but it was locked. He knew that those were screams from Betty and in his panic, he decided to kick the door in.

Imagine his shock when the image they were met with was not one of torture but of Betty Cooper -sweet innocent Betty Cooper- bent over a large mahgony desk, breasts spilling out of her bra, while a dark haired man in nothing but a Serpent jacket pounded into her from behind. 

The door flew open, slamming against the wall and startling the couple. The unknown male covered Betty’s body with his own to keep prying eyes off of her and yelled, "Get the fuck out!"

“Oh God!” Veronica and Kevin shouted in unison, covering their eyes to avoid the sight and dragging a shocked Archie out the door. “We are so so sorry, B! We will just- yeah, we’ll be out here when you, um, finish,” Veronica shouted over her shoulder as she pushed them all towards the bar where the Serpents had all burst into a fit of laughter.

“I tried to warn you,” FP shrugged, chuckling as he poured them all shots.

*****

“Friends of yours?” Jughead asked, panting while still leaning over her body, too afraid to move for the moment.

“Oh my God. Yeah, they are. But I don’t know why they're here, I just checked in the other night,” Betty sighed, aggravated that their special time had been interrupted. Of all days, really? She thought.

"Well, I guess let's go see what they want, baby," Jughead kissed her shoulder, pulling out of her and putting on his jeans. Betty pouted as she pushed her skirt back down, fixing her bra and pulling on her halter top.

"You owe me, Jones," she teased, pulling him in for a kiss, her tongue snaking into his mouth and mingling with his.

"Oh don't worry Princess, I'll make this up to you tonight," he whispered into her ear as he pulled away, "Come on now, let's not leave the Scooby Gang waiting."

*****

"Was she? I mean, that was Betty, right? Was- was she getting-" Archie stuttered, trying to wrap his mind around what he just saw. He definitely never wanted to see that image ever again.

"Getting drilled by a devilishly handsome male specimen and loving every second of it? Yeah, I'd say that's what we just saw," Kevin said, staring down at his drink in shock.

A deep voice chuckling behind them had them all jumping, "Aww Kev, I wouldn't say 'devilishly' handsome but thanks for the compliment."

The trio turned to see Betty and the raven haired man walking towards them, hand in hand and decidedly more clothed, both of them grinning like fools. 

Her friends were shocked even more to see Betty's appearance. Betty, the girl who normally wore pastels and jeans with her iconic ponytail, was wearing an emerald green halter top paired with a black gypsy skirt and her hair down in messy curls. She looked like a completely different person.

"Jug? I didn't realize it was you in there, um, assisting our Betty," Kevin smiled and winked at Betty, standing up to hug the Serpent Prince. 

Kevin had gotten to know Jughead fairly well when he dated Jughead's best friend, Joaquin. He hasn't seen him since the funeral but they tried to stay in touch.

"It's good to see you Keller. We miss you around here, you need to come out more. Quin would have wanted us to look after you. Besides, I know Princess would be happy," Jughead smirked, looking over at a blushing Betty.

"Princess? Who's that?" Archie asked, more to himself than anyone else in particular. 

Betty rolled her eyes, knowing that this was gonna turn heated once they found out the truth. She cleared her throat and spoke, "I am, Arch." She watched as Archie looked her over, finally snapping out of his shocked state. 

"Why did he call you Princess?" Archie asked, confused.

"Because she is. She's my girl and since I'm the Serpent Prince that makes her the Serpent Princess by default," Jughead answered, ignoring the fact that he wasn't actually the one being addressed.

Archie looked at him, "How would that even work? She's not a Serpent." 

Betty cleared her throat, looking to Jughead as he squeezed her hand showing his support, "Actually guys, I am a Serpent. I officially became a Serpent last night in fact."

They all seemed to be shocked to the core at her revelation, not sure what they were expecting but that definitely wasn't it. "What do you mean, you're a Serpent?" Archie asked, his hands trembling.

"Just what she said, Red. She's one of us, you got a problem with that?" Jughead challenged. He wasn't going to let some pretty boy from the northside judge her for her decision to be in his life and join his gang.

"Yeah I do, she's better than that, she wouldn't do something so stupid as to join a gang full of thugs! For all we know, she is being held against her will!" Archie yelled, stepping forward and attempting to grab her arm.

Jughead stepped in front of her, scowling at Archie, "Fucking touch her and I'll break that hand."

"Oh yeah, what the hell are you gonna do? I got a good 60 pounds on you so if you wanna go, I think I can handle it," Archie got in Jughead's face, the two men standing toe to toe and breathing heavily with anger.

"Back down Jug," Jughead froze at her voice. He turned to look into Betty's eyes and nodded, stepping back to stand beside her. She reached up, placing her hand on his cheek gently and gave him a quick kiss.

She looked back towards her friends, focusing on Archie as she spoke, "Archie, it's time for you to leave. You've seen me, I'm doing fine so I think it's better for everyone if you guys go back home and wait for my next check in."

"No! Betty this isn't you- I mean, this is a gang, Betty! I don't care what kind of mind games these people played to get you to join but it's over. You need to come home. Now." Archie argued. Betty narrowed her eyes at him, her fists curling in on themselves.

"Now you listen here, Archie Andrews. You are not my parent nor are you my keeper. I made the decision all on my own to join the Serpents, Jug was against it but ultimately left the decision up to me. And do you want to know why?" she asked angrily before stepping closer to him.

"It's because I'm a big girl who can make my own decisions without anyone telling me what to do. If he can respect my decision after only knowing me a few months, I would hope you could do it after knowing me my whole life," she said sadly. Archie's anger dissipated, his head falling in shame.

"I'm sorry Betty, I have just been going crazy the last few months worrying about you. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," Betty stepped in to hug Archie, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"I promise Arch, I'm ok. Juggie is making sure that I am safe and taken care of. But I need you to go and stay on the northside until this blows over. I couldn't live with myself if the Ghoulies did something to you too get to me," Betty whispered, hugging him tighter.

"We will do that B," Veronica assured her, "Now that we know you are ok, we can all rest easier. Just stay safe, ok?" Betty nodded, moving to hug her other two best friends.

"I love you guys, please stay safe. I will check in with you guys next week, ok?" They all nodded before saying goodbye to Betty and heading out the door.

"You ok, Princess?" Jughead asked, stepping behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about them now. I didn't want to put them in danger and I can't help feeling like by not telling them everything, I've done just that," Betty sighed, chewing her lip nervously.

"I know baby, but once this is over, we can tell them everything. For right now, this is better," Jughead said, kissing the crown of her head, "Now, what would my beautiful wife like to do this afternoon?"

"Hmmm, I think she would like to continue what her husband started before we were so rudely interrupted," Betty turned in Jughead's arms, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her husband.

"I can do that, Mrs. Jones." Jughead picked Betty up bridal style, carrying her upstairs to continue their honeymoon activities.

*****

"Hey boss, we got some intel from our guys sitting on the snakepit," the man threw down a stack of photographs on his bosses desk, "Looks like Blondie had some visitors today. Might be useful to take a closer look at them, maybe use them for leverage."

Malachi grinned sadistically while looking over the photos, "Syn, I think you might be right about that."

To Be Continued...

[imaginebnhaomegaverse]

I tried my best, and I don’t know whether it’s up to standard, but here you go!

And here’s a one-shot because I felt low key inspired.

Alpha Bakugo Katsuki x Female Omega S/O

Since the day you had presented yourself as an omega, your life went downhill.

You grew up in a fairly large home with okay parents and siblings. There was a tradition in your family that most females end up presenting as an alpha when they reach puberty, and with a hotheaded, sarcastic, aggressive and loud personality like yours, everyone expected you to be an alpha.

So when, exactly on your fourteenth birthday, you presented as an omega, your family was disappointed. All your four siblings were strong alpha females and all were older than you, so you ended up being the young omega who suddenly lost all her respect from her friends because she was an omega.

You hated your dynamic after that. You didn’t believe that omegas were weak, which was what your parents and sisters had drilled into you, but maybe you were weak. Any of your sisters or your mother could use their alpha voice on you, and you weren’t able to fight it. Your father was an omega, but he didn’t help you at all whenever you went through your first heats or when you were made fun of by the rest of the family.

You’d had enough of being made fun of. Your primary school knew of your dynamic so you couldn’t do anything to change their minds, so instead, you decided to hide your dynamic when you started high school. You’d dreamed about wanting to become a hero for the longest time, so when you got into UA, you knew that you had to hide your dynamic so you would be taken seriously. You’d stockpiled on scent clogging perfumes and heat blockers, the latter of which was extremely dangerous but you used it in dire situations anyway. With your rough personality and the overpowering scent of alpha on your skin, you’d thought that there would be no way anyone would suspect you to be an omega.

And you were right. After a few months being in high school, you’d somehow befriended a certain class delinquent. The two of you became inseparable, and it was obvious that there was something going on that really strained the words ’just friends’. But so far, you were able to hide your real dynamic.

Well, that was, until the day most of the class 1-A decided to go out to a nearby shopping centre. It sounded fun, and you couldn’t think of a way anything could go wrong.

You were beside Katsuki, a shopping bag clutched in one hand as the two of you sat against a pillar, chatting about mundane things while waiting for the rest of the class to arrive. Kirishima, Sero, Izuku and Iida were with them, but they stood a few paces away to give you two hotheads some privacy.

“Fuckin’ hell, where the hell are all the other extras?!” You couldn’t help but snort at Katsuki’s frustration, your gaze lowering onto your phone which was in your hand. You scrolled through your messages, typing out a text which was replied to in a few seconds.

“They’re heading this way. Thankfully they’re all together, so we don’t have to go looking for strays.” Katsuki seemed satisfied, settling down into a comfortable silence.

Soon enough, a group of familiar faces were heading your way. You could pick out Ochako, Mina, Tsu and Tokoyami, but soon more of your classmates were revealed.

“Jeez, finally,” Katsuki grunted from next to you, getting to his feet. You stuffed your phone into your pocket, gratefully accepting the hand that he offered as you stood up.

“Sorry guys, Ayoma was taking forever.” Ochako sighed, while the boy only sighed dramatically from the back.

“Perfection cannot be rushed.” Iida raced to the group, sighing in relief.

“I was getting worried. We should get going, our curfew is in an hour.” He said, and the blond next to you scoffed.

“And the bus back is only twenty minutes. Calm the hell down, I don’t wanna go yet!” A few of your classmates seemed to agree, while others didn’t. You watched the argument happen with lidded eyes, quickly growing bored. Katsuki had somehow gotten riled up enough to try and blow the class to the ground with his Quirk, which was slightly entertaining but now just plain boring.

“Oh my, is that who I think it is?” Your attention was ripped away from your class as a voice chimed from behind you, and you couldn’t help but draw in a shocked breath as two familiar faces of alphas from your primary school sneered at you. Their conjoined suffocating scent of domination made you gag, and you had to reflexively take a step back.

“I see that your scents are as strong as ever.” The two buffoons in front of you only laughed at you, and you could feel your classmates divert their attention on the three of you.

“Haahhh?! Who the hell are these freaks?” Katsuki spat from behind you, and you felt a little smug as your old ‘pals’ seemed to flinch at his dominating scent and personality.

“Got yourself an alpha, did you [Name]?” One of them taunted, and you felt your heart drop.

Oh no.

These two were going to spill.

“About time. And here I thought that your omega instincts were broken. You do act more like an alpha than the omega you are.” You felt your throat close up as your classmates fell deadly silent.

“The... the hell are you talking about?” Your voice came out shakier than you’d liked. “Do I look like an omega to you?”

“Who the hell are these dumbasses?! You’re not an omega, clearly!” Katsuki voiced his thoughts, and a couple of your friends murmured agreements. Your old classmates seemed confused, and then something seemed to click in their minds. You flinched away as one of them grabbed your arm to sniff, and by the time you pushed them away, it was too late.

“Did our little omega lather on scent blockers?!” They howled, and that was it. Your hands had balled into fists, but Iida had gotten a hold of your hands before you could throw a punch.

“You must be lying, she isn’t an omega!” You refused to look at Iida, whose eyes were boring into your skull. “...are you?”

“Little [Name] presented as an omega on her fourteenth birthday! We were there!” You could feel Katuki tense from next to you, and you decided that you’d had enough. Wrenching your hands away from Iida’s grip, you stormed away, laughter ringing in your ears as furious tears built up in your eyes. Heading straight for the female restrooms, you locked yourself in one of the stalls, taking a seat on a closed toilet seat and trying your hardest not to bawl your eyes out; an attempt that became futile.

You could hear hurried footsteps heading towards you, and the comforting scent of two omegas that you considered to be your best friends hit your nostrils.

“[Name], [Name], are you in there?” Momo’s voice called urgently as she rapped on the door with her knuckles. You could hear Ochako beside her worriedly mutter something.

Before you could reply, you heard the two ladies scream as smoke filled the room, along with the outraged scent of an alpha that you knew all too well.

“B-Bakugo, this is the girls’ restroom!” You could hear Ochako yell fearfully, and Katsuki seemed to snarl viciously.

“Get out, dumbasses! Go make sure that nobody comes in here!” After a few nervous chittering, your two female friends seemed to leave, and the room was thrown into silence.

You released a muffled sob and unlocked the cubicle door, coming face-to-face with an annoyed Katsuki who looked as if he was waiting for an explanation.

“Judging by the way you ran off with your tail between your legs, I’m guessing what the idiots back there said was true?” You refused to look him in the eye, instead of diverting your attention to your trembling hands. You heard Katsuki sigh and grumble something, jumping slightly as he took a seat on the floor in front of you.

“I can’t believe you fucking lied to me.” Your lip wobbled, and you ran your quivering fingers through your hair as a gross sob left your lips. The boy in front of you inhaled sharply at your cry.

“I didn’t want to, I swear...!” You choked out. “When I presented as an omega, my family thought of me as a joke! They... they treated me so badly after that. They bullied me and kept me down, all because I was the only female omega in our entire family.”

“I was an outcast! I was treated like dirt!” You were forced to your feet by Katsuki, who pulled you down in front of him. He released a “tch” as he let you cry on his shoulder.

“I was afraid that... that when I came here to UA, I would be seen as a weakling. An omega becoming a hero was laughed upon by my parents, and-”

“Jeez, have you seen our classmates?” Katsuki’s voice was rough. “Half of us are omegas. Yaoyorozu is one of our top students, and she’s a fucking omega. Hell, fucking Kirishima’s an omega, and he’s one of the toughest people I know.”

The last part was said a little grudgingly, and you released a watery laugh.

“And, well, I would never treat you any fucking differently if you were an omega.” His voice grew gentler, and you smiled into his neck.

“Thank you, Katsuki.” 

[eeyore101247]

Study Date

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request from @flower-child2021: Hey I saw that your request were open and that you would do smut.. so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is kinda like Tony's child but she's adopted (she is 16 like Peter) and they were supposed to be studying but they wind up dry-humping and F.R.I.D.A.Y tells on them which leads to Tony almost cathcing them.. (I'm sorry for making this so long.)

Warnings: Smut and fluff

1,481 words

Masterlist

You laid sprawled out on your bed, pen between your teeth as you read over the same words for the thousandth time. You were studying for your college finals, which were coming up fast, and your boyfriend, Peter, had offered to help. You had thought being a Stark would have made it easy, but it didn’t. You knew you were going to pass your Chemistry and Calculus finals with flying colors, but your English 101 and American History classes not so much.

“Y/N, what year was the Pendleton Act signed and what was its purpose?” Peter asked from his place beside you. You groaned in response, wracking your brain for the answer. You were horrible at remembering dates.

“Uh, 1885 and something about government jobs being awarded based on merit and competitive exams.” You answered, looking over your shoulder at him. Peter gave you a sad smile as his eyes met yours.

“You were close. It was signed in 1883 and made government jobs be awarded based on merit, government officials were selected based on competitive exams, and made it unlawful to fire or demote an employee based on political reasons.” Peter said as he looked back at your notes. He gently squeezed your thigh as his eyes met yours once more. “You’re getting better.”

You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the English notes you were reading over. “At this rate, the best I’ll get is a C.”

“A C is still a passing grade, love.” Peter said softly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh. You pinched the bridge of your nose, struggling to keep your frustration at bay. Peter didn’t understand the expectations that came with being a Stark. The strive for perfection and straight A’s to please your father.

“But it’s not the grade of a Stark.” You huffed in frustration, dropping your face in your English notes. You knew your dad would kill you if you got anything less than an A, blaming Peter for always distracting you. It wasn’t his fault that you could recite the entire periodic table forwards and backwards, but couldn’t remember the important dates in America’s history. You could barely remember everyone’s birthdays, having resorted to keeping a calendar on your wall with their birthdays written inside.

“C’mere.” You heard Peter say softly. You turned your head, seeing him pat his lap with a gentle smile gracing his lips. You let out a sigh as you sat up, crawling onto his lap and burying your face in his neck. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, fingers sliding under the fabric of your shirt to rub circles into the bare skin beneath. 

“My father’s gonna kill me.” You muttered into the warm skin of his neck, closing your eyes as you let his touch calm and relax you. You felt at home in his arms, and you drank it in as you sat there. If you didn’t manage to pass history with at least a high B, you would be forced to spend hours with Steve in the training room as he drilled America’s history in your brain while you did push ups. 

“No he won’t cause I won’t let him.” Peter said softly into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you pulled away to look at him. Your eyes met his, his love for you swirling around in his honey speckled chocolate gaze. You admired him as you sat there, gently reaching up and trying to smooth out his unruly brow with your thumb. 

He gently grabbed your wrist, placing kisses along your palm as his gaze bore into yours. You felt your cheeks grow warm, your heart swelling with the love you felt for the man in front of you. You let out a giggle as his lips traveled up your arm, slowly pulling you close to him once more. His soft curls tickled your skin as he buried his face in your neck, a groan leaving your lips as he left his mark on the sensitive skin.

Your fingers tangled into his curls, other hand gripping at his shoulder as his tongue swirled around the reddened skin. You knew it was going to leave a bright purple mark that you’ll have to cover up, but you didn’t care as he left open mouthed kisses up your neck and along your jaw. His fingers slid underneath your shirt, hot against your skin as his eyes met yours once more, dark and smoldering. 

“Pete, you know we can’t.” You muttered, your stomach twisting pleasantly under his gaze. Your noses brushed against each other as he leaned in, his lips ghosting against yours. “Dad has cameras all over the tower.”

“He won’t know if we don’t take our clothes off.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and needy, but still perfect as his tongue danced with yours. You weren’t sure if Peter’s plan was going to work, but it would help you relax and get rid of some built up frustration if it did. 

You rolled your hips against his, your shorts a barrier between him and your growing wetness. You knew this was a terrible idea, but with your growing stress and the fact it had been weeks since you could last be intimate with your boyfriend, you gave in with ease.

His grip on your waist tightened as he groaned into the kiss, feeling his cock hardening through his jeans as you continued grinding your hips against him. He bit down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you as you pressed against him.

“Fuck, it’s been too long.” He muttered against your lips, breaths mingling as your lungs burned for air. You nodded against him, hands traveling down the front of his shirt. You slid your fingers underneath, exploring the toned muscles beneath. His shirt rode up with your hands as your fingers explored his chest, tracing along every dip and definition they came across. 

His lips pressed against yours once more, swallowing each others moans as his hips bucked up against yours. You wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes off and feel his skin against yours as he fucked you into the mattress, but you knew if FRIDAY caught you, she would tell Tony and you’d be in for a world of hurt. So you settled with grabbing one of Peter’s hands and guiding it to your core. 

“Peter.” You moaned against his lips as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts. He groaned as his finger slid between your folds, swirling your arousal around his finger as you continued rolling your hips against his.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. Shit.” Peter mumbled, his lips trailing across your jaw as his finger circled around you clit. You gasped, hips stuttering against his as the knot in your core grew impossibly tight. His other hand gripped your waist tighter, most definitely leaving bruises as he guided your hips against his. 

“Fuck, s-shit, Peter.” You moaned, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging on the brunette curls as he moaned against your skin. You could feel yourself quickly approaching the edge as Peter’s fingers worked their magic against your core. “I-I’m getting close.”

“Come for me baby girl.” He moaned in your ear, his hips bucking up against yours. His words sent you over the edge as you cried out his name. You soaked his fingers in your juices as you bucked your hips against his, his lips moaning your name against your skin as he hit his high not long after you. 

Your bedroom door swung open minutes later, Peter quickly pulling his hand out of your shorts and hiding it between you. Your dad stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the two of you.

“FRIDAY told me you two were up to some funny business.” Tony said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest as you wracked your brain for an excuse. You felt Peter fumble around beneath you before producing your history notes.

“I-I was just helping her study Mr.Stark.” He stuttered out, eyes wide as he stared at Tony. Your father just sighed and shook his head.

“You’re a horrible liar Parker. You hurt her, I’ll hunt you down.” Tony said before walking off, closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes still wide as they met yours.

“That was close.” You muttered softly, unable to contain the giggle that slipped past. “If he had come in minutes earlier, he would have most definitely caught us in the act.” 

Peter nodded as he chuckled, placing a sweet kiss against your lips. “Come on. Let’s finish studying.”

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Super Novae

Chapter 1

“It’s hot.”

“It’s always hot Que. Shut up about it.”

A girl groaned and flipped over onto her back in her bunk. Her legs were shoved up against the walls hoping they would be even one degree cooler than the air. Her, too long, shoulder length black hair stuck to her sweaty neck as she hung her head off the side of the bunk. “Maybe if I complain about it enough it’ll stop being so hot.” She squeezed her brown eyes as tight as she could as if it could keep the heat out.

The woman on the bunk below her growled as she kicked the bottom of Que’s bunk. “You complain about it every fucking day. If it hasn’t helped in the last year it ain’t gonna start now.”

“But Inya what about the power of suggestion and all that crap?” She knew pushing the other woman’s buttons was a bad idea but smart thinking was for not hot times.

Station 10 was a very large “common criminals” prison that was full of thieves, hackers, gang members, murderers of passion, that kind of thing. People who were criminals but like the lowest of the rung and not worth the specialized manpower. So of course whoever made the Station thought it would such a great idea to have it be orbiting a massive star. Which of course made the mostly metal station as hot as Miv87, which is an uninhabitable planet due to the fact that it’s completely desert and closer to its sun than Mercury.

She could hear Inya roll her eyes, “Use that bullshit to get the hell out of here then.” She mumbled, “Instead of annoying me to an early grave.”

Que kept her eyes closed, gently slapped her hands together twice and said “I wanna get out. I wanna get out. I wanna get out. I wanna ge--”

“4068! Get your shit you been bailed!”

Que jumped up from her weird overhang position and slammed her head into the ceiling, “Fuck!” she flipped over and slid off the bed, her hand pressed against her now throbbing forehead. “What did you say?” Inya had also crawled out of her bunk and now stood beside Que.

“You got 30 seconds 4068!” The Yevestian guard growled, clearly unaware of Que’s now massive headache.

“Holy shit kid, your bullshit actually worked!” Inya slapped Que on the back, harder than necessary, but it jump started her as she pulled her shirt back on and grabbed her toothbrush. “Who the hell would bail you out though?”

Que shrugged as she stepped up to the gate and waited for the guard to unlock it. “Stars if I know. But I’m sure as hell not staying in here.” She gave Inya a salute as the gate locked behind her. “See you on the outside.”

A cacophony of yells rang in her ears as she passed people by.“Hey! Who’s got the balls to bail your stupid ass out Que?” “You still owe me 80 bits!” “You better watch yourself Que or I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ah the feeling of being missed.” She smiled as she either waved or flipped off her fellow prisoners as she was marched through the halls. She had made quite a few friends in her time on the inside. Well “friends” was a strong word. A lot of people knew her. And hated her but it’s their fault for being way too easy of marks.

“Shut up and keeping walking scum.” The Yvestian guard shoved her a little.

Que caught herself before she stumbled and looked back at the imposing alien woman, “My only regret was not getting closer with you, uh,” she squinted to read the name tag that looked either dirty or burned and Que was not about to figure out why, “Tel’eh.” She put on her most disarming smile.

“Why the hell would I want to be friends with a thief like you? So you can rob me blind?” She chuckled as she shoved Que again. “Lucky for you I’m not an idiot.”

Que shrugged and clasped her hands on top of her head, “Worth a shot.”

They finally got to the front desk, which sat behind unbreakable Viavial glass. It seemed that even Station 10 couldn’t be too cautious even with only “common criminals” being here. “Name.” The Earthen Indian woman behind the glass didn’t even look up from her holo-tablet.

“Que.” She said with a toothy grin.

“Full name.”

Que frowned. She hated giving out her full name to these people. “Nakayama Que.” She said as quietly as possible hoping no one but the desk lady heard her.

The Indian woman’s head jerked up from her tablet with a look of suspicion and shock. As if she couldn’t believe that man’s child could be in prison. She quickly typed out the name and frowned when Que assumed her name was confirmed correct.

The woman turned and grab of stuff that Que had on her when she had been arrested, sans most of her knives she’s assuming, and practically threw it at her through the window. “Thanks!” She smiled at the scowl the woman had on her face now. Well maybe it’s a good thing she didn’t make friends with the guards in here.

The front gate’s alarm sounded as it squeaked open. Que quickly stepped through as if she was afraid the guards were going to change their mind if she waited too long. She turned back to say “Wait, who bailed me--” but the gate shut on her face and the Yvestian turned to leave and the Earthen woman went back to looking at her tablet. “Ok then.” She said to herself and then turned back to the very small waiting room.

There was only one person sitting at one of the tables, a cup of coffee in one hand and his handheld holo in the other. Que stared at him trying to remember if she knew him from somewhere. The dirty blonde hair seemed kind of familiar but a lot of Earthens have blonde hair. The scar down the left side of his face should be memorable but she just kept drawing a blank.

“You’re not my court sanctioned therapist.” She said loudly as she walked across the room. He looked up at her with a bored but interested look.

“You have a therapist?” His smooth voice held a note of recognition with her but there was just not enough for her to go off of. She watched him practically jump out of his seat as she walked up to him and stand at the ready in a stance that was, unfortunately, all too familiar to her.

“Oh stars.” She rolled her eyes, “You’re a Federation officer aren’t you?” She dropped her stuff on the table with a heavy sigh.

He blinked his grey eyes in surprise as he looked down at his very obviously civilian clothes, “A Captain but... how did you know?”

“You stand just like my father and sister. Like a soldier who can’t think for themselves.” She rolled her eyes and started digging through the bag on the table. She pulled out her clothes from when she was arrested and laughed at the irony. Right, how could she forget that she had been caught robbing one of the UMF’s mother stations.

“Turn around would you?” She looked at the officer who just had a confused look. “I’m gonna change and as much as I don’t care if you see me naked I’m gonna assume that--” he quickly spun around, “yeah that’s what I figured.”

She changed out of the baggy, grey prison clothes and quickly pulled on the pitch black uniform. It was fitted, double buttoned and had a high collar. The trim and accents on it were gold and there were four neon blue stars on the left side of the chest. It seemed like they officers had left all the “legal” knives she had had on her person. She frowned at the lost of her Trifore blade and the Bovic knife, figures the Feds would take the two most expensive knives she had. She quickly slid each blade into its slot hidden on the inside of the jacket.

“You can turn around now.” She finished buttoning it up except for the top button leaving the collar open and shoved her hands in her pockets. She waited with an amused look as the Captain turned around and stared at her slack-jawed.

He lunged forward and grabbed her collar, oh, she noticed he had a high-grade prosthetic as he hissed in her ear, “Why the hell do you have a Major’s uniform?” His teeth bared at her and she got a good look at the scar on the side of his face. It looked like it had come from something jagged.

She pulled his hand off her jacket with a smile, “I borrowed it from someone. I’m sure she didn’t even notice it was missing.” She faked smoothing out the front of the jacket as if she actually cared about it.

The officer chewed on his lip as he stared at the jacket and mumbled to himself, “Do I really want to die?” He looked like he was either going to throw up or had to go to the bathroom real bad. Finally, after a moment of him having an internal argument he looked at her with determination on his face, “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

“I love that you think I’m just going to go with nameless UMF officer,” he opened his mouth, “Captain sorry.” She waved her hand at the useless correction. “Point still stands.”

He sputters as he waves his hands about, “B-but I bailed you out!”

“That sounds like a personal problem my dude.” She threw a finger gun at him and moved to walk passed him.

He grabbed her arm and squeezed. Apparently both of his arms were prosthetics which was very interesting but not interesting enough for her to enjoy him grabbing her. She twisted her arm in close to her body and then flipped him around so his back was to her and she had her and his arm around his neck. “Don’t do that. I’d hate to go right back to jail for something so boring as this.”

He held his one free hand up in surrender, “You do realize you’re threatening a Federation Captain and that’s--”

“A galactic offense in all-blah blah blah, yeah I know the fucking drill.” She tightens her arm around him and he stiffens but keeps his hand where it is even though his prosthetics definitely had the strength to rip her off of him. “I’ll let you go as soon as you say you won’t grab me like that again.”

He nods stiffly and wheezes out, “I promise.”

She lets go of him and instantly the two of them jump back from each other. Him holding his hands up and her straightening out her uniform once again looking like she hadn’t just committed a highly-arrestable offense in the lobby of the jail she literally just left. “Glad we got that out of the way now, thanks again for bailing me out dude. I really do super appreciate it.” She gave him a side smirk, “But now I got a date with someone’s star cruiser that I’m going to borrow with the full intention of returning.” she ended with a wink.

He frowned and moved to stand in her way, “First of all I know you won’t return it so that’s stealing.” Que shrugged, “Second of all I have a job for you.”

Que’s interested peaked from absolute 0 to 50 instantly at those words. She stared at him for another moment contemplating, “You’re not high enough on the food chain to be able to hire someone like me, but you’re no low enough to do something underhanded. So who is actually hiring me for this job? And why is the UMF even hiring a thief?” She pursed her lips and gripped her chin.

He frowned, “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”

“No I’ve gone my whole career with everyone telling me I’m the light of their life. Answer the question nameless one.”

“Kalek.” He growled, “My name is Kalek.”

She waved her hand at him with a scrunched look on her face, “Don’t get mad at me cause you didn’t introduce yourself. Now tell me who is actually hiring me for this job.”

Kalek titled his head as if he was surprised by something she had said but quirked his eyebrows slightly then shook his head replacing the surprise with a neutral expression. “Your sister.”

hope you liked it! i put it under the cut cause i hate when people don’t do that for a long post. lmk what u think. or don’t! 

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[thegreatwhiteferret]

I Won’t Hesitate No More, I’m Yours

Summary: Bill wants to keep his relationship with Richie a secret from the other Losers. Richie just wants to jump Bill's bones, but he settles for being a sweet boyfriend instead. 

A/N: For my Anon who requested Bichie being in a secret relationship, and Richie being a sweet doting boyfriend to show Bill he cares, and Richie smut. Lots of Richie smut. I am sorry that it is late, but I hope you love it! 

Obviously NSFW, so it’s under the cut. 💖💖💖

Richie was jumping out of his skin. He had officially had Bill all to himself for three weeks and he couldn’t tell anyone. Bill fucking Denbrough. The stud among mere mortals. Baseball star and all around average everyday superhero. He had also been Richie’s best friend since they were in Kindergarten, and Richie had had a crush on him for almost as long. They were now seniors in high school and Bill was all his.

Obviously Richie absolutely adores Bill, which makes restraining himself around the others an absolute fucking nightmare. He understands why Bill is apprehensive about telling them. Richie has known that he’s gay since he was in elementary school. He thought George Michael was pretty when all of the other boys were fawning over Madonna. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Bill was different. He was straight laced, had dated Beverly for a while and then had a few other sweet girlfriends, emphasis on the girl. Richie had been shocked when Bill had hauled him up in his arms and kissed him for the first time, so he can only imagine how the other Losers would react when they found out that not only was Bill not straight, but that he had a thing for none other than Richie Tozier.

He understands. He really does. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to hold Bill’s hand in the hallway. Or wrap his arms around him at random times, or kiss him in public. He really just wants any form of physical affection. He craves it.

Richie knows that he has to be patient. That Bill will come around to coming out. He can handle the waiting for physical affection in public, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be a super sweet and caring boyfriend in other ways.

The Losers usually attend Bill and Stan’s baseball games as a group. They do the same with Mike’s football games in the fall. They are a family and support each other as much as possible. It’s not unusual to find Richie sitting on the metal bleachers while the Varsity Derry Baseball team is playing. It is however unusual that rather than making lewd jokes and chain smoking with Bev, Richie is one hundred percent focused on the game in front of him. He cheers unironically, even though he has to ask Mike about the proper terminology and to explain what some of the calls on the field mean, because that guy’s foot was totally on the base first, how can he be out? He cheers for Stan when he throws a good pitch, and complements Bill on his powerful throwdowns to second base. He also really loves seeing his boyfriend’s ass when he’s squating down in his catcher’s position. Richie damn near loses his mind when Bill hits a grand slam and cements Derry’s win over West Lake. Ben and Mike cheer along with him, but Bev and Eddie think that there is seriously something wrong going on.

“Rich, are you feeling alright?” Bev asks, pulling him aside while the other Losers walk down to the dugout to wait for Stan and Bill.

“Yeah, Bev. I’m fine. Just feeling in touch with my school spirit and the good old American pastime today.” Richie gives her a big goofy smile, and she playfully punches him in the arm. They rough house as they walk over to meet the others, laughing the whole way.

“W-what’s so f-funny?” Bill asks, a wide smile etched on his face, positively glowing from the victory.

“Nothing much, just telling this one that I think I have come around to liking baseball.” Richie winks at Bev who dramatically rolls her eyes. “Hey, congratulations though Big Bill, and Stan the Man of course. You were on fire out there.” He is thankful that he threw Stan in there instead of all of his focus being on Bill. He’s got to keep his cover.

“Y-you like b-baseball? As m-more than a t-time to goof o-off with B-bev?” Bill raises his eyebrows in question, wondering what his boyfriend was up to. Richie slowly nods, sweet smile on his face. Bill is shook. “M-maybe we c-could go to the b-batting cages l-later? You c-could show m-me your s-swing.”

“That could be fun. I’d like to mess around with some balls.” He deadpans, and Bill almost chokes on his saliva.

“Okay, what the fuck is this? Invasion of the Body Snatchers?!?” Eddie squawks. He snaps his fingers in front of Richie’s face. “Richie? Richie, is that you in there? Blink twice if your brain is being held captive by some alien race.” It’s Richie’s turn to roll his eyes, and they head to Mike’s truck. Bill and Richie sit in the bed, and Bill lets him rest his head on his shoulder as they ride to the diner for shakes and burgers.

He counts it as a win, and later on Bill drags him back to the batting cages and they make out for a long time. Richie’s legs wrapped around Bill’s waist and back pressed into the metal fencing. Richie leaves with messy hair, kiss swollen lips, and a few seriously impressive hickies on his neck. Bill looks just as disheveled and that’s a win too.

At lunch the next day he makes sure to save the seat next to him for Bill. It irritates Eddie who usually sits there, but Richie claims it’s so Bill can proofread his essay for English while he checks over Bill’s Trigonometry homework. Eddie finally relents, and Bill smiles when he sees that the seat is open for him. They help each other with their work and bump their elbows together, loving the contact, even if it’s small. Bill splits his giant chocolate chip cookie with Richie too, which definitely means that this is love.

Richie is incredibly advanced and intelligent when it comes to both science and mathematics. He loves the concrete formulas that aren’t subjective. Bill does not love these subjects as much, he excels in the humanities  courses.  Richie checks over his homework and corrects it for him when he needs Bill’s help with an English assignment, but Bill thinks that he needs some actual tutorials. He mentions this when they are all working on homework in the library one day.

“I can help!” Richie volunteers immediately, drawing more eyebrow raises. He’s not known for volunteering to assist with other people’s problems very frequently. “What? I like math. It makes sense.” He says shaking his head.

“I would really appreciate that, Rich. I can help you with something for your Lit class in return if you’d like.” Bill offers.

“I think I’m squared away with that right now. Mrs. Jenson has finally given up on the Shakespeare crap and come to the more contemporary side. I’m sure we can figure something else out that I need help with, but I’m genuinely good with just tutoring you.” Richie is flipping through his physics notes so he doesn’t see the looks from the other Losers, Bill shrugs his shoulders in response to them, acting like he doesn’t know the motivation behind Richie’s offer. He just figures that Richie is being nice, they’re all a family he would do it for any one of them.

Richie ends up staying the night at the Denbrough house, because it is so late when he has finally managed to drill Soh Cah Toa into his boyfriend’s brain. Richie is flopped with his face in one of Bill’s pillows when the other boy comes back from getting ready for bed in the bathroom. He smells like minty toothpaste and face wash and clean laundry, and Richie flips over so he can look at Bill when he comes over to the bed.

“D-do you w-want to borrow a s-shirt and p-paj-pajama pants?” He asks already pulling a shirt out of his dresser.

“Just the shirt, Billy. I can sleep in my boxers if that’s okay. I don’t want to add to your laundry.” Bill nods, throwing the shirt to him and sliding into bed. Richie doesn’t bother going to the bathroom to change. He unbuckles his belt and jeans and slides them off of his legs. His boxers are black and red plaid like a lumberjack, and he loves them. He slides his flannel off and then his t-shirt. He can feel Bill’s eyes raking over his body from where he’s lying behind him. “Like what you see, Denbrough?” He asks, and turns to wink before sliding Bill’s way too big t-shirt over his head. Bill blushes.

“S-so. I think I k-know how I c-could make it u-up to you. It d-did take y-you a long t-time to help m-me.” Richie cocks an eyebrow at him, he was serious when he said that it wasn’t a problem at all.

“Bill. I don’t need you to make it up to me. I got to spend time working on my favorite subject with my favorite person. I’m good. It was no trouble.” Richie shrugs, but Bill looks pensive, like he’s trying to put words together.

“C-can...can I b-blow y-you?” Bill looks up at him through his eyelashes and Richie could have busted a nut right then and there.

“Whaaaat? Bill are you serious? We’ve never done that before, you’ve definitely never done that before period. You really don’t have to.” He rambles, but Bill is already pulling the covers off of Richie’s hips and working his boxers down. Richie is already getting hard, he strokes himself a few times to get his dick the rest of the way there, Bill watches the whole time. “I’m serious Bill, you really don’t have to.”

“I w-want to t-try.” Richie nods and props his head up as Bill leans forward. The first swipe of his tongue is tentative. Careful. He brings his hand up and begins jerking Richie off a bit, they’ve done this before a few times. They usually stick to making out, but Bill gets handsy when he’s had a bit to drink, and Richie just really likes making the taller boy cum..

Bill slides the head of Richie’s dick in his mouth, tonguing the underside a little, and then slides his mouth down Richie’s length. He can’t take him in all the way, but the wet heat of Bill’s mouth and the twisting pleasure of his hand jerking what he can’t take has Richie spiraling. He bites his fist so that he doesn’t moan out too loud, and let’s the pleasure take over his body. It might be Bill’s first time giving a blow job, but it is breathtakingly amazing. Richie can feel his orgasm building and he taps Bill on the shoulder.

“B-Bill. I’m gonna cum, you need to pull off.” He moans, but Bill stubbornly keeps him in his mouth. He can’t hold on any longer and then he’s cumming into the heat of Bill’s mouth. Bill sputters, choking on the abundance of jizz, and Richie feels awful. “Oh my God, Bill are you okay? I should have insisted that I pulled out.”

“I-it’s o-okay.” Bill coughs out, “It w-was just a-alot.” Richie blushes. And ducks his head down a bit. “W-was it okay f-for you?” Bill asks sheepishly.

“Fucking. Amazing. You’re a Goddamn natural, Denbrough.” He pecks Bill on the cheek. “Did you want me to return the favor?” Bill nods frantically, and Richie gets to work.

Pizza is one of Richie’s most favorite things in the entire world. Particularly pepperoni pizza. He could definitely eat a whole pie by himself. The Losers usually cut him off at four slices until everyone else is done eating. They’re all in Ben’s basement watching a movie on VHS, lounging around and eating pizza. Bill’s mom calls, and he has to run upstairs to make sure that it’s not anything important before he gets to have a single bite of pizza. Richie notices that there is only one piece of pepperoni left, he brings the box with him over to where he and Bill were sitting but doesn’t open the box. This time it’s Ben that questions him.

“Are you planning on eating that Richie, or are you just going to stare at it?” He asks, taking a bite out of a piece of cheese.

“Oh. No. It’s not for me. Bill’s favorite is pepperoni and there’s only one piece left. I figured that I would save it for him since he hasn’t gotten any.” Richie shrugged, distracted by the images on the screen.

“You’re saving a piece of you favorite food for Bill?” Mike asks slowly. It’s another very uncharacteristic thing for Richie to do.

“Yup.” He pops the ‘p’. Bill comes back down a few minutes later looking flushed. He slides two pieces of plain cheese on his plate before sitting down next to Richie.

“W-what’s this?” He asks, motioning to the pizza box next to Richie. Richie snaps out of his daze to answer.

“There was only one piece of pepperoni pizza left and I know how much you love it so I saved it for you.” By the look on Bill’s face you would have thought that Richie had just handed him the most precious thing in the world.

“Y-you save m-me the last p-piece?” Richie nods in response, why is everyone making such a big deal out of this. “Y-you are s-something else, R-Rich.” Bill smirks, and Richie feels warm and fuzzy about it inside. They don’t talk about it for the rest of the night.

Something is going on with Richie, Bill knows that the others are picking up on it too, he’s being so sweet. Bill’s never seen this side to Richie. He’s being more helpful to everyone, he’s more pleasant to be around, it’s been a big change since they...well since they started dating in secret. Bill knows that it has something to do with it, but decides that he needs to ask Richie to be sure.

They’re over at Richie’s house, his parents aren’t home, they’re never home but this time it’s been longer since the last time they were. Richie didn’t want to be in the house alone so he asked Bill to come over, Bill happily agreed hoping to get to talk some things out with the other boy. They’re sitting on Richie’s bed listening to music when Bill can’t take it anymore.

“H-hey Rich?” His boyfriend looks up from his notebook and waits for Bill to continue. “W-why have y-you been b-being so….s-sweet?”

“What do you mean, Bill. I’m not being sweet. Why are you and the others acting so weird. I can be considerate.” Bill raises his eyebrow, a universal sign to cut the bullshit. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, I guess i just like doing things for you. I can’t exactly jump your bones in public, on account of you wanting to keep our relationship a secret, but I still want to show you that I care...that I…” He drifts off, eyes wide, catching what he was about to say.

“T-that you w-what?” Bill inquiries, he’s not going to let Richie get away with cutting that thought short.

“That I...that I…” He’s stumbling over his words. “Ugh. Fuck you, Debrough! That I love you! There I said it, are you happy? I love you.”

“I l-love you t-too, Richie.” A grand smiles comes across Bill’s face. “C-can I s-show you?”

Richie nods. He’s been dreaming of this moment for twelve years. Bill closes the distance between them and presses a sweet kiss to Richie’s lips. Richie really leans into it, he wants everything that Bill has to offer. Bill swipes his tongue across Richie’s lower lip, asking permission, and Richie happily grants it to him. They fall back on Richie’s bed, Bill slots himself between Richie’s legs and lifts them so that his pelvis is pressing right into the crease of Richie’s ass. Richie can feel how hard Bill is through his jeans already, and he moans into the kiss at the thought. Bill reaches down and palms the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. Richie feels tingly all over.

“Less clothes now!” He mutters out and Bill leans back enough to begin unbuttoning Richie’s jeans. Richie wiggles his hips so that Bill can pull them down, and then he kicks them off. Richie is tenting in his boxers, and he would probably be more embarrassed about it, but Bill is licking his lips just looking at it. Bill hooks his fingers in the bands of the boxers and pulls them down. He scrunches Richie’s shirt up until Richie gets the hint and pulls it off. He’s completely naked on his bed, legs spread and lifted to his chest, presenting his leaking hard cock and tight pink hole while his boyfriend stares hungrily at him. “You too Billy, you can’t fuck me with your clothes on.” Richie’s mind is tingling, his filter gone, and Bill groans at the bluntness of his words. He stands up from the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. Richie really wants to run his hands up and down Bill’s abs. He then undoes his own jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. Richie’s eyes get really wide, he’s seen Bill naked before, but never like this, never with the possibility of Bill actually fucking him lingering in the air. Bill looks like a fucking Adonis, He’s all lean muscle, and so tall. Richie thinks that Bill standing there naked looking at him, is just about the most beautiful and perfect thing that he’s ever seen.

“G-god Richie. Y-you look so g-good.” Bill says, moving back to the bed. He’s back between his legs, this time when he presses his groin into Richie’s ass, Richie can feel his dick pressing between his cheeks. “What d-do you w-want, Baby?” Bill is less experienced in this field. Richie is the first man that he’s ever been with, he’s enjoyed the learning curve so far, but he’s terrified that he will do something wrong and hurt Richie.

“Gah, Bill. Can we...can we 69?” It’s the only time in his life that he has ever been completely serious while talking about that number. “And then, Billy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel your huge cock for days.” Richie is whining. He wants everything all at once. Bill nods, he wants it too. He moves so that his hips and cock are hovering over Richie’s mouth and he’s positioned to take Richie’s dick in his own mouth. Bill makes the first move, he licks a stripe up the side of Richie’s cock, then swirls his tongue in the slit, collecting the beads of precum and moaning at the taste, then he’s taking Richie in, encasing his cock in wet heat. He pushes down until the head is hitting the back of his throat. Richie groans, and grabs handfuls of Bill’s ass. He uses this grip to lift himself up and slide Bill’s dick into his mouth. It takes a few tries for him to get warmed up enough for him to take his massive dick all the way in, but when he allows Bill to thrust down enough to slide into his throat slightly he’s rewarded with godly sounds. They pull each other apart with their mouths. Bill rolls Richie’s balls in his hand, and Richie thinks he will come immediately if they didn't stop. The student has obviously surpassed the master. “Baby, if we don’t stop, I’m going to cum and I won’t get your dick in my ass.”  Bill pulls off with a slurp and moves off of Richie.

“D-do you h-have stuff?” Bill asks, face flushed from the previous activity, the flush is spreading down his chest and Richie can see that his cock is red too, painfully hard and ready to fuck until release. Richie nods and pulls a small tube of lube out of his drawer, he stops and looks at Bill.

“Do you want to use a condom?” He bites his lip, he’s nervous. There’s just so much that they haven’t discussed, but he’s been waiting for so long for this, he doesn’t want to wait to have sex until they’ve had those conversations.

“I...I uh. I d-don’t know. D-do you?” Bill’s priority is Richie’s comfort, and he doesn’t know what to say.

“I want to feel you. All of you. I trust you, Bill. I love you.” Bill nods in agreement.

“I l-love you t-too, Rich. I w-want to make y-you feel so g-good.” Bill pulls Richie in for another kiss. Richie hands Bill the tube of lube and then flips over so that he’s on his knees and elbows, sticking his ass in the air.

“You’ve got to stretch me out good, Big Bill. That cock of yours is massive, I can’t take it without prep.” Richie glances over his shoulder, and sees Bill gripping the base of his dick with his eyes shut tightly. Richie giggles, and Bill is not amused.

Bill lubes up his fingers, and kneels on the bed with Richie’s ass right in front of him. He runs his fingers down Richie’s back to the top crease of his ass, he watches in aw as Richie’s tiny hole flutters at the sensation. Bill doesn’t know what comes over him, but he leans forward and licks a stripe right across Richie’s hole.

“Holy fuck, ahhhh, Bill, yes.” Richie cries out in pleasure and Bill does it again, letting the tip of his tongue enter the hole in a teasing way. Richie moans out again and Bill pulls back and circles the hole with his index finger, rubbing Richie’s ass cheek with his hand soothingly as he pushes in to his first knuckle. “Gahhh. Mmmm.” Richie thrusts back, taking the rest of Bill’s finger in. Bill laughs at Richie’s eagerness. “I swear to God Bill if you don’t start moving your fingers…” Bill starts thrusting his finger in and out, shutting Richie up. If only he had known years ago that it could be so easy. When Richie is getting really into it he adds another finger. Spreading them apart and loving the sounds he’s pulling out of his boyfriend. He rubs his finger tips on Richie’s walls until he finds the spot that has his back arching and curses tumbling out of his mouth. “Yes, Bill, yes, Jesus fuck. Fuck me. I’m ready. Stick that fat cock on meeeeeeeee.” He half whines, half moans.

Bill pours a generous amount of lube on his cock and spreads it around, groaning at the feeling of his own hand touching his sensitive dick. He flips Richie so he’s on his back.

“I w-want to s-see you.” He says bashfully, but Richie is giving him the biggest smile. He helps Richie hook his legs over his shoulders,leaving his hole wide open for Bill and presses the blunt head of his cock against it. Richie moans at the pressure, and then Bill is slowly inching in. He has to screw his eyes shut, the tight heat better than anything he had ever felt in his life. “H-holy shit, R-richie. You f-feel so g-ggod, you’re s-so t-tight.”

“Mmmmm, you fill me up so good, Big Bill.” Bill growls at the nickname and slowly pulls his dick out of Richie and then slams his hips forward. Richie’s eyes damn near roll back in his head. Bill starts gaining more confidence and momentum, rolling his hips into Richie’s ass repeatedly. “Fuck yes, ugh, yes, fuck ugh. Harder, Bill. Oh my God.”

Bill is getting close, Richie is absolutely mesmerizing. He reaches a hand in between them and gets Richie’s cock in his hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. It takes less than ten tugs for Richie to tumble over the edge with a shout of Bill’s name, tingles taking over his whole body. As soon as Richie clenches around Bill’s dick his cumming too, pumping his load deep inside Richie, only stilling his hips when he’s completely spent. He pulls out carefully,  still worried about hurting Richie. The other boy immediately makes grabby arms and Bill folds himself into them.

“W-was that o-okay?” Bill asks, feeling incredibly self conscious. He hopes that he was good enough for Richie.

“Okay? Bill, that was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing. Like a sex God I swear, and you don’t even try!” Richie squawks.

“Y-you’re fucking a-amazing.” Bill says from where his face is tucked into the crook of Richie’s neck. “Y-you’re the s-sex God.” Richie laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound, one of Bill’s favorites.

“You’re only saying that because I just let you totally wreck my ass. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.” Bill frowns, and Richie immediately calls him on it. “Oh hush. I wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything. I love you William Denbrough.”

“I l-love you t-too, Richard T-Tozier.” Bill smiles at him and kisses him again. He wants this forever, wishes that he had admitted his feeling to himself much sooner. There’s only one thing left to do. “H-hey Richie...w-what do y-you think about t-telling the o-others?”

“Really?” Richie’s eyes are wide, searching for some hint on Bill’s face that he’s joking or still has reservations, but Bill just nods. Richie attacks him with more kisses. They don’t have to keep it a secret anymore. Bill pulls away, and looks Richie right in the eye.

“I’m y-yours. I w-want the w-whole world t-to know.”

[ticklygiggles]

Hours, minutes, seconds | BokuAka

A/N: I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: It’s summer break and everything is possible.

Words: 1,454 (under the cut)

Bokuto feels the awkward sensation of a sweat drop falling down inbetween his shoulder blades as he prepares some fresh sandwiches for breakfast. It was nearly 10:00 am, the curtains were down, yet the windows were open, letting the light summer breeze cool down Bokuto’s shirtless torso.

Summer brought a lot of things. It brought longer days and shorter nights, hot weather and ice cream and pools and beach. However, summer brought more than that for Bokuto. It brought Akaashi Keiji, who decided to spend his summer break in Bokuto’s apartment.

He drove all the way to Bokuto’s place right after he finished his last exam and Bokuto was very surprised to find him in his front door. Totally not expecting him.

It was a lovely surprise.

He felt his cheeks heating up a bit just at the thought of that day. That day… was yesterday.

Bokuto sighed as he served apple juice in two glasses and then he heard soft footsteps approaching to the kitchen. A smile suddenly taking place on his face as his new companion lets out a soft yawn.

“Well hello there, beautiful”, Bokuto says, looking at Akaashi who was right beside him, resting his hip in the counter. “Do you come here often?”, he’s a bit surprised to see a soft smile on his lover’s lips, cheeks blushed slightly due to the sleep. Akaashi looked happy. And gorgeous.

Akaashi shrugs. “Sometimes. When I’m feeling hungry or thirsty”, Bokuto beams, almost not believing Akaashi was following his game, but he acts cool about it as he cuts the sandwiches in triangles.

“Ah, I see now”, he places the sandwiches in two plates and then turns to his side to face Akaashi, who’s wearing undearwear and one of Bokuto’s tank-tops. He looked beautiful, hair messy and green eyes shining and looking slightly sleepy. “Then, where can I find you more often?”

“Well, you know. Maybe in bed or watching a movie in the living room with my boyfriend”, Akaashi pinches Bokuto’s cheek softly, Bokuto leans in the touch and misses the warmth of it as soon as Akaashi lets his hand fall down back to his side.

“Ah, you already have a boyfriend?”, Bokuto places his hands around Akaashi’s waist and lifts him up, sitting him on top of the counter, making him giggle softly.

Making Akaashi giggle softly.

Is he dreaming?

“That’s sad. He must be really hot, though, and smart and-”

“He’s just okay”, Akaashi shrugs again a smug grin on his face as Bokuto leans in him, hugging him around the waist, a pout on his face as Akaashi runs his fingers through his hair.

“Just okay?”, he asks, raising an eyebrow and frowning when Akaashi pinches his pout.

“Mhm”, Akaashi leaves a kiss on Bokuto’s nose and he blushes. “Just okay. I love when he wears his hair down, though”, Akaashi dips his fingers on Bokuto’s hair, massaging the scalp and brushing the hair back, letting it fall down in place again as he plays with the ends of it. “I really do love when he wears it down”

Bokuto smiles warmly at him. “Do you now?”, Akaashi nods and maybe it’s because he’s receiving the exact same warm smile he’s giving that make a rush of urge to kiss Akaashi run up his body.

Or maybe it’s Akaashi, acting all cute and warm and lovely and just being himself. He doesn’t know, but before he has time to think about it his lips are pressed against Akaashi’s and he has his own pressed against Bokuto’s, kissing back. Softly yet hungry. As if they haven’t kissed in years. And it felt like that.

They go to different colleges and, even if they’re not far away from each other, sometimes is a bit difficult to travel all the way to the other’s place just for a few hours or minutes or seconds.

So they really felt like they haven’t kissed in years and sooner than later a warm and wet tongue was grazing Bokuto’s lower lip and he gasped, surprised and maybe a bit excited, and let Akaashi’s tongue explore his mouth.

And it knew its ways around. Touching the spots that had Bokuto gasping and shivering pleasantly. And then hands were suddenly all over each other, hugging and pressing until their bodies couldn’t get any closer and Bokuto felt Akaashi sighing in his mouth when he slided his hands underneath the tank-top, fingers squeezing his hipbone, pressing him closer and fingertips grazing the skin under Akaashi’s ribs, making goosebumps appear on his skin.

They kissed until their lips were burning, but mostly, they kissed until Akaashi giggled, his body squirming away from Bokuto’s fingers as they slide down the curve of his waist.

“B-Bohoho”, he says and Bokuto can’t help but smile at the lovely sound filling his mouth. “You’re tihickling me”, Bokuto pulls apart from the interrupted kiss to see Akaashi’s face, but he doesn’t have time because Akaashi quickly hides his face on Bokuto’s neck.

“Hmmm, am I?��, Bokuto teases and the hand that was placed on Akaashi’s hip is now up on the other side of his waist, his fingers drawing little circles on the skin.

“You ahahare! Don’t be like thihis!”, Akaashi giggles again, twisting and arching against Bokuto, trying to escape the light tickling that is quickly moving to the back of his sides, making him giggle harder and squirm with more purpose. “Kohohohou!”

“Keheheiji!”, Bokuto mocked as Akaashi kept giggling against his neck and his hands are following Bokuto’s.

Even though, Bokuto doesn’t feel like letting him go just yet, Akaashi’s giggles are too sweet and once Bokuto has the chance to listen to them, might as well, keep producing them.

“Kohohohotarou!”, Akaashi shrieked, shaking his head and scrunching up his shoulders and nose as Bokuto blows raspberries into the crock of his neck. “It’s too eahahaha- early!”, his hands, that were pawing at Bokuto’s, were now up, pushing Bokuto’s shoulders in a very poor attempt to push him away from him and Bokuto has to laugh.

“It’s never too early, Keiji. I love hearing your laughter in the morning”, Bokuto feels Akaashi shake his head as giggles keep pouring out of his mouth. “Maybe if you let me see your smile I can let you go!”

“Nohoho!”, Bokuto whines when Akaashi digs his thumbs a bit too hard into his collarbones as he tried to push him. “Kohohou, please sto- ah!”, Akaashi flinched and Bokuto quickly took notice as his fingers hovered the spot he just touched, nails scratching the soft skin.

Bokuto felt butterflies fluttering insides his chest listening to Akaashi’s giggles, but he wanted more ; he placed both hands on each of Akaashi’s hipa, smirking when he feels his lover tensing under the touch. Cute

“Not thehehehere!”, Bokuto blushed when Akaashi let out a squeak and threw his head back in a laughing fit as he drilled his thumbs into Akaashi’s hips. “Bohohoho!”

Bokuto made a little prayer to thank this moment because he now can see Akaashi’s face and it makes his insides twist in happiness.

Mouth wide open in a smile as the most beautiful, and slightly desperate, laughter flowed out of Akaashi. His cheeks were pink, his eyebrows a little furrowed together and his eyes closed as he laughed and laughed and laughed.

Bokuto wished he could have a camera, but he had left his phone back in the room, maybe Akaashi brought his w-

“Woahaha!”, Bokuto jumped away as soon as he felt fingertips digging around his navel, his body jerking from Akaashi as he barked a surprised laughter. “That’s cheating!”

“I’m not tickling you anymore”, Bokuto says, wrapping his arms around Akaashi’s torso and Akaashi wraps his legs around Bokuto’s waist, bringing him closer. “Fucking Hell, you’re gorgeous, Keiji”, he whispers on Akaashi’s smiling mouth.

“I know I am”, Bokuto rolls his eyes and Akaashi smiles wider. “You’re gorgeous too, Bo”, Bokuto smiles and kisses Akaashi’s nose, starting to move away, unwrapping Akaashi from his arms.

“I made sandwiches. I hope you like them, also, there’s apple-”, he’s interrupted with one of his own yelps when Akaashi, with his legs still wrapped around him, brought him back to his arms.

“Don’t talk about food right now, Bo. Please kiss me”, Akaashi nuzzled his nose in Bokuto’s cheeks, and Bokuto wondered what is happening with Keiji that is acting all lovely, his thoughts were soon forgotten as Akaashi keeps nuzzling his cheek and up his nose.

“Hmmm, of course, love”, he cups Akaashi’s face between his hands and pressez their foreheads together. “Whatever you want”, he presses his lips against Akaashi’s again and they kiss and kiss and kiss for hours, minutes, seconds.

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Tomorrow Never Knows

Chapter Nine

The break hardly seemed to last a day before it was time for new term to begin.  Classes resumed once more and Anna was thrown back into the ebb and flow that was her hectic life. With the album launch right around the corner and a world tour soon to follow, she was kept busy at Swan Song. This left little time for her outside of school and the Times for anything other than her day to day activities. Tonight was the English department’s student-faculty gala to kick off the new term. She never looked forward to these events as they forced her to hide her entire relationship with Paul. Anna was in her office, tackling her already immense workload in the peace and quiet until Paul was to return from lecture. Her head was buried inside an Oscar Wilde book when she heard a light rap at the door.  Peering up from the pages, she crossed the room before pulling it open. A young woman stood on the other side. A student. She was tall, thin, beautiful. About the age of twenty-one or so, she had long, strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes that stared widely all around. "What can I help you with?" Anna asked, pulling the door open wide. One of Paul’s students. "Is - Is Pau - I mean, Professor Andrews in?" Shaking her head, Anna leaned against the door frame. "No, I’m afraid not. He’s in his last lecture of the day. Is there something I can help you with?" The girl shook her head vigorously before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, uh, no thank you. I just really needed to see him." Puzzled by her anxious demeanor, Anna narrowed her eyes slightly. Sensing her confusion, the girl blurted out again. "Oh, that’s not what I meant! I’m in his American Lit class, but I’ll just, uh, stop back later." She said, turning to head back down the hall. Anna held her hand out for a second, stopping the girl. "One second, let me just get your name, and I’ll let him know you’ve stopped by." She stopped, staring up into Anna’s eyes. "I’m Carolyn." She then proceeded to stick her hand out. Anna felt all of her breath leave her system as she wracked her brain trying to remember where she’d heard the name before. ‘You are never to call here again, Carolyn. Do you hear me?’ It was Christmas Eve. She could feel sweat start to form on the back of her neck as she finally recognized the girl in front of her. C. Slowly taking Carolyn’s hand, she shook it. "Nice to meet you, I’ll him know you came by." "Will you both be at the mixer tonight?" She asked, smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress. Anna swallowed thickly before nodding. "Y - yes." "Then, I’ll probably see you later!" She said before flouncing out the door and down the corridor. Anna immediately closed the office door behind her before falling back against it.  Breathe. Anna, breathe. Dropping her hands, she crossed the room back over to her desk before resuming her place. Without thinking, she picked up the telephone and called Swan Song. Within two rings, Peter picked up. "Hi, Peter. Is Jim in today?" She asked him, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. "Nope. Stepped out about twenty minutes ago. Sorry, Anna." As soon as the words left his mouth, she could hear rustling on the other end of the line before Robert’s voice came through. "Anna? You there?" She smiled at the sound of his always cheerful voice. "Hello, Robert. How are you?" "Uh - oh. What’s wrong?" As she took a breath to answer, she heard some mumbling over the line before hearing Peter yell out something along the lines of ‘Get your own fucking office’ before the door slammed shut behind him.

She closed her eyes, taking in the silence on the other end of the line. She took a deep breath before starting. "I’ve just got a lot on my mind, I guess. Maybe it’s just starting to get to me, I don’t know." "Talk to me. Tell me about it." And she wanted to, really. But she couldn’t. She could barely tell Jim half of what was going on in her head. She shook her head. "Oh, it’s nothing. School stuff. Why don’t you tell me about your day? That would make me happy." He chuckled. "Well, if you say so. Let’s see, the Prince of Peace woke up soundly this morning, as he usually does on wonderful days like these. The sun was streaming through his curtains and he awoke with a feeling that today was going to be a good day..." As he started the beginnings of a fantastic rendition, Anna felt herself finally relax, leaning back into her desk chair. A distraction was exactly what she needed. "And that’s how he came to be on the phone with just the nicest girl one could meet. Anna, I think her name was? Yes, he could never forget a name like that." He laughed. "Do you feel better now?" He asked her, his voice returning once more to its normal caliber. She laughed softly. "Yes, thank you. That was just what I needed. If he returns to studio, could you just let Jim know I called?" "Of course. Anything for you, dear. You have a good night, okay?" "You too, your majesty." As she placed the phone back in the receiver, her eyes followed Paul as he entered the office. Shutting the door behind him, he set his briefcase down on his desk. "Who was that?" "Swan Song. Peter had a few last minute alterations before the launch next week." She could sense him starting to grow tense as she finished her sentence. Quickly, she changed the subject, crossing one leg over the other. "How was lecture?" Sitting down at his desk, he leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head. "Long. And today isn’t even close to being over yet.” His voice dropped to a hush as he rubbed his eyes. “God, all I want to do is just climb into bed with you and blow this whole thing off." She felt butterflies form in her stomach as the words left his mouth. Feeling a smile tug at the corners of her lips, she reached for him."Me too." She said softly, crossing the room to his desk. Within a moment he reached up as she stood before him and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. She swiftly climbed into his lap, straddling him before placing one hand lightly upon on his cheek. Her thumb traced softly over his lips. "Can’t we stay in tonight? When was the last time we just stayed in bed?" She murmured before placing her lips gently upon his. "Far too long." He replied, his hands slipping swiftly up her blouse, meeting her breasts with ease. She slowly let her head fall back as he cupped each of them, letting his thumbs flick over her now erect nipples. "Oh, Paul." "My sweet Anna. All mine." He whispered before using one hand to reach under her skirt. Finding her panties, he pulled the material to the side before slipping his fingers between her folds. "And you’re absolutely soaking." He growled, drawing in a breath. "Oh, my - Paul." She gasped out as her hips began to grind against his growing erection. He let his thumb flick erratically over her clit, watching in excitement as she began to unravel. "Oh, please. Please." She softly begged to him as he slowly inserted his fingers into her. "Only if you’ll promise to be a quiet little girl for me, okay?" He responded, gripping her hips tightly, rendering her motionless. Anna opened her eyes, nodding vigorously as she met his gaze. Quickly Paul unfastened his belt buckle, swiftly pulling out his erection. Placing his hands under her bum, he slowly lifted her up before placing himself at her entrance. Closing her eyes once more, she gently lowered herself back down, moaning loudly as the entire length of him filled her up. Immediately, Paul placed his hand over her mouth. "I told you, you must be quiet. Do you hear me?" Biting her lip, she nodded once more as he began to establish a steady pace. Still straddling him, she spread her legs wider, granting him easier access as his entire length was drilled into her.

"Oh, Paul - oh - my - " Her voice was strained as she whimpered as softly as she could. His pace soon grew quick and rough he gripped her hips and tore up into her. “All mine. Do you hear me?" He whispered as he gripped the ends of her hair, pulling on them. “Let me hear you say it. Now.” He ordered, tugging hard on her hair. Anna let out a loud moan somewhere between pain and pleasure as Paul held her head back. “I - I'm yours. I b – belong to you.” She stammered, her whimpers growing subsequently louder as his pace grew faster. He quickly clamped his hand back over her mouth. “You’re doing so good, don’t spoil it now. I don’t want to have to punish you.” His breath was hot in her ear as she gasped as softly as she could.“Oh – I”

As punishment, Paul bucked as hard as he could into her, causing her to cry out. He kept his hand tight against her mouth as he roughly fucked her. She held nothing back as she moaned loudly into his palm, her cries unrelenting. He felt a surge of lust tear through him as his hips continued to thrust needlessly up into her.  "That’s my girl." He murmured before letting out a deep, guttural moan. He was close, and judging by the gasps coming from her mouth he could tell she wasn’t far behind. He dropped his hand from her lips and tightly gripped her hips once more before giving her everything he had left in him. Her eyes wide, she bit her lip hard, trying her best to conceal the sounds escaping her. "I – I’m close - Paul." She whimpered, arching her back as he held her in place, guiding her up and down. Within moments, his thrusts began to grow sloppy as he reached climax.He was close too, and Anna’s strangled cries were sending him straight over the edge. Letting out another moan, he allowed himself release. She followed soon after, riding it out to his rapidly slowing pace. Gasping quietly, she collapsed against his chest. Her chest was heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. Slipping his hands once more under her skirt, Paul rested his hands on her bum before murmuring, "You know I love you, right?" She lifted her head from his chest before gazing up into his deep brown eyes. She responded with a brief nod. "And I love you." The words felt strangely foreign on her tongue, like a language she used to speak but now she no longer understood. She brushed a lock of hair from her face before pulling her blouse back down over her bare chest. She sat up straight and adjusted his tie. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him delicately. Her soft lips met his innocently before she pulled away. He gripped her bum once more before his hands made their way up to her flushed cheeks. "Come on. We’ve got a party to get ready for."

As Paul put the car in park and killed the lights, he turned to Anna. "I’ll go in first, you follow a few minutes after?" She nodded her head languidly. "Of course. I’ll see you in there." She hated this. Hated having to pretend. But it was unavoidable. She watched him step out of the car before quickly heading inside the dean’s mansion. Rolling her window down a crack, she pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes from her coat pocket and lit one. Leaning her head back, she thought about Carolyn. She really is beautiful. Is he happy with her? Happier than he is with me? Why hasn’t he left me? As she ashed part of her cigarette out the window, she felt her eyes start to well. Today was a roller coaster of a day. A quickie in the office? When has he ever acted like that with me? Paul had become completely unpredictable; a loving partner one day, and a controlling, secretive bastard the next. She couldn’t keep up anymore, it was too tiring. And now that she’d finally come face to face with the other woman in the picture, it was the icing on the cake. But he still loves me. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t left me. She blew out a heavy cloud of smoke before flicking the butt out the window. Rolling it back up, she spritzed some perfume on her neck before stepping out of the car. Pulling her coat tight against her, she took a deep breath and headed into the mansion. "Anna, you look lovely tonight. How are you?" She was greeted by the dean of the English department, Angela. "Thank you. I’m well. And you?" She replied, handing her coat to the doorman. "Just fine. Are classes going well? You still enjoying your T.A. position?" She inquired. "Yes, everything is fine. It’s looking to be another good term." Angela smiled before turning to another professor who’d just entered the mansion. Taking the opportunity to slip out of sight, she headed into the main hall. Nestled in the corner was the bar. She kept an observant eye out for Paul as she made her way over, but he was currently nowhere to be seen. "Riesling, please." As the bartender poured her drink, she turned back to the scene unfolding in front of her. God, I hate these. Professors mingled left and right, most simply trying to talk over each other, as if to proclaim that their ideas were more important. These things were always the same. One big pissing contest. Her attention was soon caught by a gaggle of students entering the room. Immediately she spotted Carolyn amongst them, wearing a pale blue dress, her long hair curled softly. Unconsciously, Anna looked down at her own black dress. She could feel a sense of inadequacy wash over her.

She reached up and ran a tentative hand through her auburn hair. Biting her lip, she grabbed her drink from off the bar and took a generous sip, followed by another. "Slow down, you don’t want to make a scene tonight." She heard Paul murmur from behind her. Turning around, she gave him a half-smile. "Can’t help it. You know these things bring it out of me." "Well, watch yourself. I don’t want to have to hold your hair back because you couldn’t control yourself." He replied coldly before taking a small sip of his scotch. Here we go again. Her smile faded as she watched his attention slowly drift away from her. "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me." She replied as he continued to look straight through her. She slowly turned to follow his line of sight. Without looking yet, she already knew. Carolyn.

There she stood across the room talking to a professor, her head thrown back in laughter. Anna took another sip of wine before turning back to Paul. "I wish we were home. We could pick up where we left off earlier..." She offered, toying with his tie, desperately trying to recapture his attention. He tore his eyes from across the room before glaring at her. "Shh! For Christ sakes, people can hear you! Keep your voice down." He hissed, his brows furrowing in irritation. Immediately she felt the sting of rejection as his attention returned once more to the beautiful girl across the room. She frowned, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the floor.  "I’m sorry. I just really don’t want to be here." He sighed heavily in annoyance. "Then go. No one’s forcing you to be here." And you’d like that very much, wouldn’t you? She finished off her glass of wine before setting it down on the bar. As she opened her mouth to speak, he cut her off. "Look stay or don’t stay, but don’t expect me to run after you." Fucking typical. Paul downed the last of his drink before setting it on the bar and making a beeline for Carolyn.

Crossing her arms, she bit her lip watching him cross the room. Heading straight over to Carolyn and two other professors, he stuck his hand out, greeting them. Anna watched as she took his hand eagerly, gazing up into his eyes. He stared back down at her, breaking out in a smile before greeting the others. As she continued to observe from afar, she noticed that Carolyn’s eyes never left Paul. She watched him intently with a look in her eyes that Anna recognized immediately. It was the same way in which she herself looked at him. Love.She's in love with him. She couldn’t watch anymore. Glancing anxiously around the room, she headed to the stairs, slowly making her way up them. Reaching the top, she wandered aimlessly before coming to a door, slightly ajar. Pushing it open, she was happy to find an empty study. Quietly shutting the door behind her, she crossed the room, making her way to the telephone that sat on the desk. She took a seat before dialing the number she’d had in her head all day. She began to smile as she held the phone tight against her ear. She imagined his soft voice uttering her name as it sounded through the other end of the line. Anna. It warmed her from the inside out as she pictured him at home, waiting to hear her voice as anxiously as she waited to hear his. However, the phone continued to ring with no answer. She continued to wait, her hope diminishing with each consecutive ring. Slowing tearing the phone away from her ear, she placed it back on the receiver before buying her head in hands. She sat there for a moment, in the peace and quiet trying her hardest to silence the deafening thoughts that were invading her mind. Eventually she found her way back downstairs, heading once more to the bar for another drink. "Anna? Is that you? Wow, it’s been a long time! How are you?" Picking up her drink, Anna turned to find an old friend from her undergraduate years standing beside her. "Carrie! It’s good to see you again. How are things?" She asked, embracing her former colleague. Carrie eventually pulled away, bringing her left hand up to her face. "I got engaged!" She squealed before taking a sip of her drink. Anna smiled, taking Carrie’s hand in hers, inspecting the diamond. "It’s beautiful, really. Have you set a date yet?" She shook her head, glancing at her ring. "Not yet. But hopefully within the year. As silly as it sounds, I just want to be married already!" "No," Anna replied longingly. "It’s not silly." She felt herself drift out of body as Carrie droned on about how things were since the last time they’d spoke. When Anna first met Paul, she remembered imagining her wedding day. She was naive, foolish to have gotten the cart so far ahead of the horse. She had been twenty years old, and was already wishing herself to be the bride of the first man who ever really took an affection to her.

But she’d felt something, something strong enough to imagine spending the rest of her days by his side. A simple dress, a small ceremony, a beautiful exchange of vows. That was all she wanted, something beautiful, easy. Fast forward three years, how was she to know how things would unfold? Would I still marry him if he were to propose today? "What about you? You have anyone special?" Carrie’s voice brought Anna back down to the ground. "Huh? Oh - No. No one special." She replied, shaking her head. "You will. Someone will stumble upon you, and - poof - nothing will be the same afterward. You’ll get swept away, and life will be so good to you. I can just see it now." She smiled, stroking her arm softly. Anna gave her a half-smile.  Carrie. The eternal dreamer. Hopeful optimist. Anna admired her for that, so much so that she began to feel guilty for not keeping in touch through the last few years.  But then she remembered how much easier it was go it alone these days. "God, it’s so good to see you, Anna! I had grown so used to your phone calls, every week just so we could catch up, keep each other sane through those crazy terms, and then one day they just stopped. And I never heard from you again. It was like you disappeared or something." Carrie gushed, embracing her once more. "I’m – I’m still here." She whispered, hugging her friend back, holding back the tears that threatened to form. She’d forgotten how much she’d missed having a friend to confide in. Carrie had been the closest thing to a confidant when she first moved to the city. "I’m sorry, Carrie. Really." She murmured, slowly pulling away. "It’s okay. I understand. Life gets in the way sometimes, things slip through the cracks." Carrie smiled. As Anna took a small sip of wine, she noticed Paul entering the main hall. Carolyn strode in close behind, her wide, blue eyes darting around the room as her hands busied themselves anxiously fixing her tangled curls. Paul was nursing another scotch and soda as the two quickly made their separate ways. She happily flounced her way to a small group of students while Paul turned to speak with Angela. Anna felt a hard blow to her stomach as her mind expertly pieced together where exactly they’d just been. His haphazardly buttoned shirt, the mussed hair. Anna knew. She couldn’t think straight, struggling to process Carrie’s words, as her pulse began to quicken.

All she could see was his hands on her, his lips on hers, as she gripped him tightly. Her piercing blue orbs never losing sight of his brown ones while his lips familiarized themselves with every inch of her body. Their gasps sounding in perfect harmony. Their bodies loosely intertwined. Anna couldn’t stop them, stop it. Glancing back at her friend, she excused herself. "It was so good to see you, but I really should be heading out now. I’m sorry." Carrie reached out, resting her hand on Anna’s forearm. "Let’s keep in touch, okay?" "Of course. I’ll call you." Anna reassured her before heading straight out of the main hall. Leaving Carrie at the bar, she felt bile rise in her throat. She reached the bathroom before shutting it behind her and dropping to her knees.  She dry heaved into the toilet bowl a few times before falling back against the bathroom wall. Closing her eyes, she buried her face in her hands. Fucking asshole. Right in front of my face. At least have the decency to do it when I’m not around. She heard a soft rap on the bathroom door before an urgent voice called out from the other side. "Anna. Open up. I know you’re in there." She quickly stood up, flushing the toilet. "Just give me a minute. I’ll be out in a second." A moment later, Paul stepped inside before locking the door behind him. "Told you if you didn’t control yourself you’d end up here." He said smugly, glancing over at her as she stood with her back to him at the bathroom sink. Something made her look up at the mirror and right into his eyes. Their deep shade of brown appeared almost black as they gazed back at her. Their depth photographed permanently in her brain. She whipped around, gripping the counter tightly. "Me? Control myself? You’ve got to be kidding me." She spat, her eyes narrowing in his direction. "Yeah, you’re clearly out of control, Anna. Listen to yourself. You need to go home. I said I didn’t want to have to look after you when you’re like this, and now you’ve ruined my night." He crossed the room to her, grabbing her arm. "You’re leaving. Let’s go." Anna forcefully shook herself from his grip. "I’m not drunk. I’ve had two glasses of wine tonight. I’m fine. I can’t say the same for you." He crossed his arms. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I’ve barely had anything to drink tonight. I don’t know what you’re insinuating Anna, but you better cut it out." She stood up straight, meeting his cold dark gaze. "Carolyn." Anna watched as his body slowly grew tense and rigid. She knew she was treading on thin ice, but she couldn’t let it go.

"What?" He sputtered. "Carolyn. Your student." She repeated, her fixed gaze now burning a hole through him. "What about her, Anna?" He asked, slowly stepping toward her, his face mere inches from hers. "Go on." He sneered, taunting her. She thought she would be sick again. He knows. Oh, God. He knows that I know. Swallowing thickly, she stammered, "She - she came by the office today. Seemed pretty desperate to see you." Weak. Weak. Weak. You can’t do anything right, can you? "And?" He pressed, his eyes as sharp as glass. He wanted her to say it. Say what she knew in her heart to be true. But she couldn’t. Try as hard as she might, the words just wouldn’t leave her mouth. "I - I saw the way, the way you were looking at her tonight." She began, her voice growing stronger with each second. Say it. "You’ve been saying that I’m the one who needs to control myself, but it’s you." She pushed him away from her. Say it, Anna. "I know what you’ve done - what you’ve been doing. And you had the audacity to do it to me while we were out together?" Her voice grew louder and more shrill as she barreled on. "After you made love to me, you - you go and - " Paul’s fist struck her face forcefully as she fell back into the bathroom counter. "Shut up. You hear me? Shut the hell up." He hissed at her. She grew limp in his grasp as he shook her violently. You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You’re drunk and you’re absolutely out of control. How dare you try and accuse me of things when all I’ve ever been is faithful to you. I don’t know if the same can be said about you." He spat, gripping her arms tightly. "You’re full of shit, Paul. And you know it." She gasped loudly, wrenching herself from his grip, holding one hand over her injured eye. "Y – you’re a fucking liar." She began to weep silently as Paul loomed over her. "Carolyn. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Much prettier than me. I - I bet she’s real nice in bed too - does she know how to satisfy you? Tend to your every need? ‘Cause clearly I just don’t cut it anymore."

He slapped her. And then he slapped her again. "Shut your fucking mouth, Anna. I’m warning you right now. I’m not about to lose this job, my tenure over a lying little slut like you." He threatened as someone knocked upon the bathroom door. “Give me a second, please." Paul called out before turning back to Anna who was now cowering, her face in her hands. "We’re leaving. Now." He yanked her up before wrenching the door open and stepping out. Luckily whoever had been waiting outside had given up and went in search of a vacant bathroom. The hallway was empty as he ushered her out before pushing her in the direction of the foyer. "Get your coat and wait for me here. I’ll be right back. And don’t fucking move." He ordered quietly before heading back into the main hall. Anna quickly put her coat on before stepping outside, careful not to let anyone notice her. She spared no second as she allowed her feet to carry her away from the house as she headed in the direction of the station. Glancing at her watch, it was quarter to ten. She had thirty minutes to make it there before the next train would depart. She arrived with ten minutes to spare, quickly purchasing a ticket to Pangbourne.  She didn’t care how angry Paul would be when he discovered she’d left. She’d had enough for one night. She just wanted to see him. Hear his voice. Feel his touch. She craved it, every ounce of her being was dying to be with him. She could practically count the minutes until she was to his front door. So she waited, impatient as ever as the train barreled down the tracks, making its way to him. She closed her eyes and focused on the lull of the train as she began to calm down. Her eye was throbbing immensely, but she was able to block it out as she began to recite one of her favorite poems, line by line, in her head. ‘When I see myself it is still as I was back then, beside the well, staring into the hollowed gourd half filled with water, where the dark braid grazing the left shoulder was recorded though the face was featureless of which they did not say She has the look of one who seeks some greater and destroying passion:’ The ride felt three times as long to reach the station in Pangbourne. Keeping her head down, she walked briskly through the terminals before reaching the front. Stepping out, she glanced at her watch once more, quarter after eleven. She eventually hailed a cab, praying he would still be awake by the time she arrived.

Paying the driver, Anna stepped out of the car and practically sprinted to his front step. She waited until the car pulled away from the curb to turn to the door. Frantically she knocked on the door before beginning to pace silently across the top step. A minute passed with no answer, so she knocked again. Come on, come on, come on."Please be up, please, please be up." She whispered urgently, glancing up at the darkened windows in the upstairs bedroom. Desperate, she felt her breath hitch in her throat as tears stung her eyes. The cold wind was blowing hard as she panicked out on the front step. She couldn’t go home, but she certainly couldn’t stay out here all night. There’s got to be a spare. The thought popped into her head only moments before she began carefully overturning the few potted plants that encircled his front stoop. With no luck, she gave up before lifting the small mat in front of the door. There it was, a small brass key nestled underneath. She scooped it up, glancing over her shoulder. Carefully, she slipped the key into the lock and let herself into the home. It was cold, bitterly cold inside. He’s not here. She slipped the key back under the mat before locking the door once more behind her. She took the stairs two at a time as she unconsciously made her way straight to his bedroom. She kept the lights off as she slipped her coat off, letting it fall to the floor. Throwing open his closet doors, she pulled out a thick, oversized sweater before tossing it onto the bed. She made her way to his dresser drawers, pulling a pair of socks out. Kicking her shoes off, she then slipped her dress over her head before tossing it into the heap with her coat. Picking the sweater up, she slipped it on over her head before pulling the socks on. She scrambled into his bed, pulling the blankets tight around herself as she tried to get warm. Her eye was beginning to swell already, and her face was stinging from Paul’s hand. She replayed the scene over and over in her mind as she squeezed her eyes shut. "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about..." But I do, Paul. I do.

She felt foolish for saying anything at all. She knew it wasn’t going to end well, but she had no idea it would be this bad. Before she knew it, the words had left her mouth and she couldn’t take them back. She hesitantly raised a hand to her left eye, letting her fingers lightly graze over the slowly bruising socket. She burst into tears as the pain throbbed behind her eyelids. The area was already swelling a great deal. She gasped loudly into the pillow, helplessly crying out. Stupid, stupid girl. When will you ever learn? You will never win. Gripping the blankets tight around her, she continued to break down, letting the sound of her muffled cries lull her to sleep.

- "Shit, would you look at the time? It’s already after one!" Bonzo barked from across the bar. Jimmy looked down at his watch before finishing off the rest of his drink. "Yeah, I should probably head out. We’ve got two meetings in the morning. Can you believe the album launches in a week? It’s already fucking February! Where does the time go?" "I dunno. But as soon as you find out, let me know. I’m looking to get some of it back, you know?" He laughed, downing his last shot of whiskey. Jimmy paid his tab before placing a cigarette between his lips. "You wanna crash at my place or are you good to go home?" He pushed the empty shot glass away from him before standing up. "I’m good. Pat’s probably still waiting up for me anyway." He paid his tab before following Jimmy out of the bar. "See you tomorrow, take care of yourself." Jimmy said, blowing out a stream of smoke. Bonzo’s face was cast in an orange glow as he lit a cigarette. "You too." Jimmy watched Bonzo amble down the street before he hailed a cab. He gave the driver his address before leaning back in the seat, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he had arrived home safe and sound. The wind was whistling loudly through the trees as he stepped out of the car. He pulled his coat tightly against him as he slipped his key into the front door.

He hung his coat up on the rack by the door before heading to the thermostat. He switched the heat on before rubbing his hands together for warmth. He heard the telltale click of the furnace turning on as he slowly climbed the stairs. He noticed his bedroom door was slightly ajar when he made it the top of the stairs. He carefully reached his room, slowly pushing the door open. Anna. He spotted her clothes in a pile by the bed before he noticed her petite frame bundled up in his blankets. He smiled, taking the sight of her in. This was something he’d wanted without even realizing it. He wanted to come home to her. He carefully shut the door behind him before slipping his shoes off. He pulled his shirt up and over his head before fumbling with his belt. Stepping out of his jeans, he slowly slipped into bed beside her. As he sidled up next to her, Anna came to, flinching violently as Jimmy’s hand rested gently on her arm. She began to cry, holding her hands over face, turning away from him. "Hey! Hey, it’s just me. It’s okay - Anna, it’s okay." He coaxed her, moving back to give her some space. Her body continued to wrack with silent sobs as she cowered away from him. "Its okay, it’s just me. I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re safe." He said gently, his eyes flooded in concern. What did he do to her? He knew this was Paul’s doing. He couldn’t see her face as her back was still turned to him, but Jimmy was fearing the worst. After a few minutes, Anna finally turned to face him, slowly removing her hands from her tear-stained face. She opened her eyes, staring into his deep emerald ones, her lip trembling. He drew in a deep breath when he took her in. Her swollen eye was turning black and blue. He thought he was going to be sick. "Paul did this to you?" He asked, trying his best to remain calm. Her eyes welled with tears as she let out the tiniest of nods. "I’m gonna kill him. Really. That sick bastard." He spat, feeling his blood boil in anger. He was close to losing it. Anna’s eyes widened in fear as she reached out and grabbed him. "N - no! Jim, don’t. Please, d – don’t do anything. It will only make things worse." She pleaded to him, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I’m begging you, please don’t." He held her hand in his. "What am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do?" "Just - just be here, with me. Please. I need you. All day, all I wanted was to see you, hear your voice. You have no idea h - how much I needed you." She murmured, sniffling.

"Anna, I - I can’t just let this go. This is really bad." He tried, his hands grasping hers. "I don’t need you to save me, Jim. I don’t need to be fixed." She stiffened, her eyes growing cold. Her walls crumbled as quickly as they were put up. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears began to fall once more. She sobbed silently before continuing. “I just – can’t you just be here for me? Just – just tell me you’re gonna be here when I wake up, okay?” "I will. I’ll be right here. I’m not going any where.” He murmured. “It’s just – how could someone –“ He was cut off by her soft voice. "Jim, it's okay. It was an accident. Accidents happen. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me." As she gazed up into his eyes, he thought he would be sick. She was so willing to leave it all behind her, let it go like it never even happened. He was at a loss of what to do. This was no fucking accident. She turned onto her other side, so her back was to him. He slowly sidled up next to her, carefully draping his arm over her protectively. Anna grabbed his hand immediately, slowly pushing it away from her. "N - Not yet. I can’t. I’m just not there yet. Please don't be mad." Backing away, Jimmy gave her some space before pulling the blankets loosely around the both of them. "Of course I’m not mad." If anything, he felt sorry for her, sorry that due to Paul’s abusive tendencies she struggled with handling the simplest forms of intimacy. He was saddened by how fragile Paul had made her. They both lay there completely silent for awhile as the minutes passed, to the point where he had figured she had eventually fallen back to sleep. However, his mind was too preoccupied to even bother with trying to catch any sleep. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. It was becoming all too much. The sound of her soft voice brought him back from the edge of his thoughts. "I’m, I’m in love with you, Jim." She murmured, her voice barely audible. "You don’t have to reciprocate, or even say anything at all, I just - I really needed to say it. Out loud. I’m hopelessly falling for you, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do." Jimmy closed his eyes, sending his thoughts away. He could smell the remnants of her perfume as it lingered around him. He was in love with her too. Burdened by how much he’d grown to care for her. She’d grown to become a part of him, a part that filled in so many of his shortcomings. Quite simply, she held him together.

So why couldn’t he get the words out? There they were, bouncing around his head all day, making appearances whenever he heard her name or saw her face, but never once did they pass his lips, no matter how desperately he wanted to utter them.

Anna remained completely still and silent in the moments that passed as Jimmy lay beside her. Furrowing his brows, he squeezed his eyes shut before opening them once more. I really don’t deserve her, do I?

He opened his mouth to speak before closing it. He’d never been one for putting himself out there, to be susceptible or vulnerable. It simply wasn’t in his nature to open himself up like that. But I’m trying, Goddamnit, I’m trying. He knew she needed him to, before it was too late.