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monsteronfire · 4 years ago

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Fishing for a Star

type;; One-shot (6.4K words)

pairing(s);; fratboy!JK x older!Reader/OC

genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, College AU

warnings;; Drinking, oral (male receiving), shy!Koo, sub!Koo, slightly dom!Reader/OC, Yoongi being a dumbass voyeur, both parties pining for each other like idiots

a/n;; I feel like it’s been a motherfuckin’ year since I’ve written and posted anything. I honestly started this thing probably a year ago. I just really love the chill college parties trope. Might add more to this, but unlikely. Enjoy my pain as I cry over JK in leather.

edit;; Totally forgot to put a read more tag on here, sorry y’all. I even told myself to fucking do it right as I started the post. Also the pic isn’t mine, got it off Google.

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“Please tell me that’s not what you’re wearing.”

You step out of the way for your housemate, the hoodie you’d picked out momentarily blinding you while you pulled it over your head.

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be putting it on.” You say, finally getting it over your head and shaking the hair out of your face. You blink at her half-way-to-getting-ready state, noting in the back of your head how good she looks even now. Her hair is done, wavy and a little disheveled. The shine of the dark strands makes you want to run your fingers through them, knowing they will be soft. Her makeup is half done and she’s dressed only in her underwear, but she’s beautiful all the same. You can tell she’s planning to doll herself up tonight and why shouldn’t she? It’s one of the biggest frat parties of the year and with it being her last year, she’s aiming to have a good time.

“This is a party, (Y/N). At least try and look a little slutty.”

You snort and grin a little, watching her pop her hip out while she eyes you.

“Why is that, baby?” You reply, reaching up to pull a couple of strands of her hair back into place fondly.

“I plan to get laid tonight. I expect you to too, babe.” She snaps, swatting your hand away.

“Sorry, sexy. I’m fishing for something special tonight and it doesn’t require the slutty look.”

“Oh god, not again.”

“What?” You question, turning back to the full length mirror and carding your fingers through your own hair to fix it.

“You’ve been after this boy for three years, (Y/N). He’s got you wrapped around his finger.” She states, walking away from you and back into the bathroom. You’re still smiling when you check one final time to make sure the jeans you’re wearing make your ass look great before leaning against the door frame.

“That was my plan from the beginning. Now I just need to wrap him around mine.”

She snorts, leaning over the sink and closer to the mirror.

“I said three years, didn’t I? If you haven’t bagged him yet, you won’t.”

You pout at her, but are undeterred. You know what kind of person he is and you’re well aware of how much work he had and will continue to take. You could tell he was not a one and done from the first moment you saw him. He would take time, a lot of it and you were willing to put it all in.

“You know how stubborn I can be.” You chuckle at her. She rolls her eyes, but smirks none the less. She knows she can’t say a word to change your mind.

“Whatever. If I catch you two together, I’m telling him to fuck you already.”

You laugh as you walk away, working on gathering what you’ll want to take to the party.

“You sure I’ll even be allowed at this thing?!”

“Are you kidding?! Everyone is invited to this party. The doors are left open so anyone can just fucking walk in off the street!”

You chuckle, grabbing your bag and stuffing your wallet in it. You’d graduated a couple years ago and while most of the seniors would know you, you sometimes felt weird hanging out at a party in the college you’d already graduated from. A girl has to do what she has to do when a baby boy is on the line, though.

And a baby boy he was.

“Jae!”

You smile as you and your friend enter the large, old house. The lighting is dim, the music is thumping and all you can smell is alcohol, sex and sweat. There’s noise all around you, but you and your friend weave through the crowd easily. Nearly everyone greets you as you two pass, guys high-fiving you and girls giggling and touching your arms. You bounce to the music as you follow her, the two of you making your way past the front stairs and down the hall. You make a pit stop in the kitchen- Jae grabbing the classic Solo cup and you pulling a bottle of beer from a cooler full of ice- before heading out onto the back deck.

The backyard is just as crowded as the house, people in the pool, people in the gazebo and people littering about the yard and deck. There’s a large bonfire near the back of the yard and a couple other smaller fire pits in random spots. One of them is up on the deck in a small metal pit, the warm flames surrounded by the very reason you and Jae came tonight.

“There’s our girls!” Namjoon shouts, lifting his can and drawing the attention of the seven other guys around him to you two. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jin all shout in unison as they spot you, Tae standing and pressing a sloppy kiss to your friend’s cheek. Yoongi and Namjoon lift their hands as you get closer and you reach out to slap each one. Jimin stands to press little pecks to first your cheek and then Jae’s. You all greet each other quietly before Jae slides herself into her target’s lap. She’s been after Jin all year and you haven’t been the only person sitting back to watch their game of cat and mouse. Jin is practically an expert at flirting just enough to keep her hooked without giving her what she really wants.

To be young and in lust.

Your eyes finally find the last member of the group, his silence keeping him out of spotlight unless he’s being searched for. He’s already looking at you when you spot him and his eyes dart down to his shoes while he shuffles behind Yoongi and Jimin. He can only keep his eyes off you for a moment before they find yours and he’s trapped. You smile softly at him, taking delight in how his eyes widen a fraction and his pupils grow. He’s holding a Solo cup, the rings on his fingers glinting in the firelight as he deftly squeezes them a bit tighter. He looks good tonight, his dark hair pushed back away from his forehead to show his strong brow. He’s dressed in all black, black t-shirt tucked into black jeans, black boots and to top it all off a leather jacket. He definitely pulled all the stops on you tonight and you have to make a conscious effort not to drool when you stare at him. He looks like a badass and you know every other girl in this joint sees him the same way, but you know the truth.

“Uh-oh,” Jae mumbles into Jin’s ear.

“She’s spotted her target and is locked on.”

You don’t bother listening to her, instead creeping closer to the object of your desire.

“Hey, Jungkookie,” You murmur quietly to him, leaning in a bit closer, but not too close. You had to be very meticulous with him.

“Hey, noona,” he responds shyly and the whole circle of friends is a sniggering mess for a moment. Pink begin’s to dust his cheeks, but you spare him a little and turn to flick Jimin in the back of the head.

“You lot are pretty curious tonight. Weren’t you all having a conversation before we came up?”

They all snigger some more, but quickly go back to bullshitting around the fire, leaving you and Jungkook in peace. You take another step closer to him, half expecting him to maintain the distance between you, but he remains still and lets you get closer. Threes years it’s taken you to get even this close to him, his overtly shy and sweet demeanor keeping him just out of reach of your darker, more corrupted hands.

“You look good tonight,” you comment and his blush darkens in the firelight. He thanks you almost too quietly, quickly bringing the cup of beer he’s holding to his lips to distract himself somehow and it has you chuckling lowly at him. He looks away from you, avoiding your eyes and you can’t stop the fiendish grin on your lips. You finally give him some respite, turning away from him to join in on the random conversation that the group is sharing around the small fire pit.

Finally…

He get’s his chance and takes it without a second thought. He spent years hesitating in such small matters and found himself either missing out or always caught if he didn’t take the chance when it was presented to him. So he learned. Now when you have those few precious moments where your focus is not on him- where you are off guard for just a beat- he gets to watch you instead. Watch the way your eyes glow in the firelight, or the way your hair just barely shifts as a warm breeze lazes by. He takes in your simple outfit, jeans and a sweatshirt. Nothing like the rest of the girls at every party he’s ever been to. Your smile moves your whole face, your cheeks rising, you lips splitting and even your eyes squinting shut as you tease Taehyung. His lips quirk a little on their own when he notices that your ears shift a little when you smile as well.

Your lashes are long even without makeup, so much so that the first time he’d ever met you he could have sworn they were fake. But then he caught you tugging on them one afternoon while you told old stories with Namjoon. You did it regularly and had told him you could feel the dead ones coming out, you wanted to get them before they fell into your eyes. A quirk he’d logged away to keep safe for the rest of eternity. The beer in your one hand shifts to the other, the rings on your fingers clinking just loud enough for him to hear over Hoseok’s shouting. A hobby of sorts you shared with Jimin. You two wore the same ring size and often went shopping for new ones together, even swapping every now and again. The free hand moves about in the air as you speak and Jungkook thinks it almost weird now to see someone talk without gesturing with their hands so much. How did one truly immerse another in their words if they didn’t show them how it felt as well? When you were angry- fuming for either your own hardships or for those of a friend- you pointed a lot, your head shaking and your hands slicing through the air to signal how done you were. When you told stories of your adventures with the oldest members of his brothers your hands where always in the air; swiping, rolling, falling and twisting. You painted such a picture with only the movement of your hands when you spoke. They weren’t really dainty, your palms wide and your fingers not very long, but they fit perfectly with his hands. A fact that amazes him, but that he’s grown rather fond of. When you laugh, it’s loud. Not soft, not like the twinkling of bells, but like a song. Loud, but still beautiful and it can range from joyous mirth to deep and rich fondness, the type of feeling that fills your chest with warmth and adoration. That’s the laugh he enjoys the most, that deep chuckle. The one you give to him quietly so just the two of you can hear it.

He wants you. He was confused at first, for a long time. Scared of your mature age compared to him and your strength. He always sees you as strong, even if you don’t think so yourself. You always make him nervous, unsure if he is really worthy of the sweet attention you give him. The quiet whispers just between the two of you, the soft touches, the adoring look in your eyes. He fears all your attention, but he can’t deny now that he wants it- needs it. He can’t go a day without it.

The party winds down and you are delighted at the sight of mattresses being brought down and strewn haphazardly across the floor in their living room. When Jungkook finally picks his spot you waste no time in shuffling closer to his mattress. Normally you would keep your distance, allowing him his comfort of solitude to sleep, but you’ve already allowed him plenty of his liberties tonight. You will get something out of this evening if not a simple kiss in the dark. He shocks you by saying nothing as you lay down, your eyes just catching a glimpse of Jae and Jin heading upstairs. Probably to his room to finally earn what she’s worked so hard for. She quickly casts you a thumbs up, a large grin on her face as she tries to keep it unnoticed by anyone else in the room. You return the gesture and chuckle, groaning a bit when you body finally hits the not so comfortable springs. You take a moment to sigh before opening your eyes again and focusing them on the object of your desires.

He’s staring right back at you and your breath catches in your throat, lost in the sea of stars in his eyes. They’re wide and shining, staring so intently at you that you almost don’t take notice to the shine of his lips. Like he’s just licked them a few times. Even in the dim light of the moon that filters in through the windows and the very few lights in the house on you can see them glisten, and your eyes are torn between them and his shining eyes. He looks like a lost puppy staring at you, but there’s more in his eyes. He looks in awe, almost afraid and- dare you say it- a little eager. Like he wants something to happen, but it scares him and that thought alone drives straight to your core. A fire alights inside you and suddenly you’re staring back at him with equally wide eyes, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. The action immediately draws his large eyes to your mouth and fuck if you don’t almost groan when his tongue pokes out to lick nervously over his lips again.

His mouth parts ever so slightly and you swear you can hear him panting a little over the din of people ambling to where they plan to sleep. Someone plops down directly behind you, their back hitting yours as they shift to get comfortable. You’re right on the edge of the mattress, so this person has to be hanging off the one they’re laying on to be this close to you. And by the feel of how broad their shoulders are it’s definitely a man. Your eyes narrow and you almost growl when Jungkook stiffens in front of you and the man knocks against you again. Your head turns just enough to spot the thin, white shirt he’s wearing stretch over one shoulder before you’re shoving back with your elbow. He grunts when you dig into his back, but says nothing else, only leaning away from the discomfort. He’s clearly wasted. Still, he’s too close to you and taking the great opportunity presented before you, you scoot closer to the apple of your eye. He doesn’t shy away and it takes all your effort not to reach out to him when you finally focus back on him.

“Sorry,” you whisper, scooting just a tiny bit closer than you really need to. He shakes his head quietly, mumbling out an ‘it’s okay’ while his body leans closer to yours. God you want to ravage this sweet boy. It’s practically making your heart explode with how cute he’s being right now. He’d looked away in his response, but when he looks back to you he’s dragging his lip through his teeth and you really can’t take it. Again you two are lost in your own little world as you stare at each other.

“Jungkookie… you’re not being very nice to me right now.”

His eyes widen even further- if that’s even possible- and he looks almost stricken at the comment.

“What?” He manages to almost whimper out and you just can’t stop yourself from scooting even closer to him.

“You’re looking at me so sweetly, baby. How am I supposed to play nice with you tonight if you keep staring at me like that?”

You don’t know where all this confidence is coming from. Granted you’ve always been a bit more confident than the young man in front of you, but even still, you never thought you’d get to a degree where you were saying such flirtatious things in such a dominant tone to him.

“Play… nice?”

The glint changes in your eyes and Jungkook visibly shutters at the sight. Your eyes had been so deep and full of adoration just a moment ago, now all he sees is greed and lust. It makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants. Gods he’s been hard from the moment you called him that nickname- Jungkookie. He generally doesn’t like anyone, but the guys saying it. But every time you say it…

He’s almost scared to feel how excited he’s getting every time you scoot a little bit closer. He doesn’t want you to stop. Not until your body is finally pressed to his and he can hold you so tight, and never let go. He’d hoped something would have happened between you two before tonight, but he was always so scared and you were always so cautious with him. He just wants you to ravage him already. He’s dreamed about it practically every night, it might as well happen already.

“Stop,” you suddenly say and he can feel your fingers on his chin, pulling his lip from between his teeth.

“If you lick or bite your lips one more time,” you have to take a moment to calm yourself before continuing, “… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”

He throbs in his jeans and when he locks eyes with you he’s lost. He doesn’t want you to stop, he realizes that now after feeling your fingers touch his skin. Fire ignites where they trace from his chin and along his jaw. He trembles beneath your touch and you can feel it. Oh you can feel it. You do the opposite of what you just told him, biting your lip to draw his eyes to them again as you two gravitate ever closer.

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

He doesn’t speak, he feels like he doesn’t know how to in that moment. He doesn’t trust himself to anyway, so he does the next best thing. He licks his lips again and is rewarded. Your fingers that had been running along his jaw suddenly snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull him close. He is just as needy as you are, his hands which had been fiddling with his shirt the whole time are suddenly flying up to tug your bodies even closer. Your lips crash against his and he whimpers into your mouth when you both open them simultaneously, your tongue dragging along his. It takes all your conscious effort not to moan, your body melding itself against his. His arms wrap around you and squeeze you to him, his whimpers turning into a little moan when you gain dominance in the kiss.

You pull away, one of your hands coming back to his jaw to to place a thumb over his open lips. You turn to look back at the bodies laying around the room, most of the members of the fraternity still down here, all of them passed entirely the fuck out. The guy just behind you is snoring up a storm and you can’t help smirking a little when you turn back to face Jungkook. He looks so fucked out already, his eyes glazed and his pupils blown wide as he pants lightly against your thumb. Your smile is both devious and full of fondness as you stare at him.

“You look so good baby, but you have to be quiet for me,” you whisper to him and he does nothing more than open his mouth wider. His tongue snakes out and licks against your thumb, pulling it in and sealing his lips around the appendage. He suckles on it hungrily and gods be damned if your panties aren’t soaked at this point.

“Fuck,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You want him so bad it almost hurts. He pulls away far enough that your thumb pops from his lips and he whimpers once again, pulling you as close as he can.

“Noona, please,” he says, his breath shuddering.

“Please what, baby?”

He grabs one your hands and pulls it down between your bodies, pressing your palm to the bulge in his jeans. Your breathing deepens when you palm the hardness through the thick fabric, wondering how you didn’t notice it before.

“Oh baby,” you coo quietly and rub your hand heavily over his bulge. He bites his lip to hold back the moan threatening to break free and you feel his hips start to rock into your hand. He’s so fucking hot, how have you been able to resist him for so long?

“How long have to been this hard?”

He takes a moment to respond, trying to take deep breaths. Your hand stalls to help him regain some semblance of sanity, but he seems against the idea. His hand returns to gripping yours, pressing your palm back against his hard-on.

“Long time,” he finally gets out in a clipped tone, probably unable to speak properly at this point.

“Poor thing.”

You pull closer to him, pressing your forehead to his and lowering your voice so that you’re barely audible.

“Take your cock out for me, baby. Please.”

He keeps you close and groans into your neck, only taking a moment to collect himself before he’s pushing away, and his hands are flying to undo his pants. He struggles with the button for a moment, but you don’t help him, only leaning back to watch with excitement. When he finally gets them undone he’s tugging them down just enough so he can freely pull is cock out and gods is it beautiful. Your mouth waters as soon as he has it out, its pink color and red head making you want to feel the weight of it on your tongue. It’s not particularly long, but it’s thicker than you thought it would be and the precum that glistens on his tip calls out to you. You let out a heavy breath when his hands hover just shy of his shaft, trembling and aching to give the poor weeping thing some relief. Still he hesitates to touch himself.

Such a good boy.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you practically wheeze out, finding it hard to breathe when your twitching hand finally reaches out for him. He’s whimpering before you even touch him and you have to remind him to be quiet when the tip of your finger goes to touch the head.

“Remember, baby, keep it down.”

He nods a little shakily and just as you press into the precum on his tip with your finger, his hands are flying up to cover his mouth. He’s so sensitive and you love it.

“Well, you’re certainly aching there aren’t you? Does it feel good to have me touch you?”

Again he nods and you pout, swirling your finger in the sticky fluid at his tip. His eyes clench shut at the sensation and he deftly thrusts his hips up to meet more of your hand.

“Use your words or I’ll have to stop.”

“Yes,” he whispers out harshly, his hands clenching into fists at his stomach, “… yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You smirk, the high you’re getting from all of this driving you to carry on.

“Good boy.”

You continue to swirl your finger over his tip a few more times, widening your circle until you’re sliding your finger down the top of his length, all the way to the base. He pants a little too heavily, his eyes glued to your hand and what you’re doing to him. You circle around his base to the bottom of his cock before dragging your finger back up and rubbing it deftly over the slit a few times.

“Fuck noona-“

“Language, Jungkookie.” You say with a smirk, your hand finally flattening over the underside of his length so you can palm him a few times. His hips rock against his will and meet you half way every time you press down on him. He looks so pretty like this, his eyes nearly black and so focused on how your palm drags over his length. He’s sweating a little, panting a lot and his gorgeous cock is ready to explode at any second. And you’ve barely even done anything to him yet.

“What made you so hard and needy like this?”

He stays silent for a long moment, only answering when the pressure of your hand lightens and you begin to pull away.

“You… you made me like this. You always… make me like this.”

Always?

“Fuck, Kookie, if you had told me sooner we might’ve actually got it in tonight.”

His eyes are glistening at this point as they shoot up to glance at you before scrunching shut when your fingers finally wrap around his shaft. You pump him slowly, but his hips make up for that and keep the sliding of his cock in and out of your hand at a steady pace.

“I wanted to. Fuck I wanted to, but…”

“But?”

He pants a few times, focused more on chasing his high. Your grip on his cock tightens to the point that he’s forced to stop thrusting, only allowing him to continue when he answers.

“I-I was scared. And you were being so cautious with me-“

“Of course I was! I didn’t want to scare you away. I worked too hard for you, I wasn’t going to mess that up by being too greedy.”

His hips stutter and then pause, his eyes opening to look at you. His face is flush, you can tell even in the dark, and his hair is starting to stick to his face. Still he looks like the sexiest, most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Why?”

“What?” You ask, not prepared to be questioned back like this.

“Why did you put so much effort into me. You could’ve easily slept with one of the other guys. Yoongi’s always had the hots for you. So has Tae. Why me?”

You take a long moment to mull over your answer, your other hand coming up to push some of his sweaty hair out of his face. When you get some clear, you lean in to kiss him a little more gently this time. Though it isn’t any less heated, it’s more of a deep sensual kiss than one of hunger and lust. When you pull away, you look him in the eyes when you answer.

“The same reason anyone chooses anyone else. You’re the one I wanted, Kookie. I would’ve put in a hundred years of work if I had to.”

His eyes are wide with adoration and awe, but the moment can’t last forever. His cock twitching in your hand reminds you of what is happening and you squeeze it gently before going back to pumping him. He gasps quietly at the sensation, his eyes falling closed and his body slowly starting to roll backwards. You move with him, pressing your body into his side when he’s finally laying flat on his back. His hands are clenching and unclenching against his stomach, desperate for some kind of anchor. A thought pings into your mind while you watch him grasp sporadically at his shirt, releasing his cock and pushing both his hands and the shirt up his abdomen. He whines at the loss of contact, lifting his head to see why you’d stopped stroking him only for his eyes to go wide. He looks a bit panicked, his gaze darting around to the half dead bodies around you two. You could so easily be caught, but most of the occupants of the house were completely wasted and would likely never remember this even if they did see it.

You slide down his body quietly, stealthily, like a cat taunting its prey into the shadows. Your eyes catch his and they hold him, their mischief so palpable that it makes Jungkook’s mouth go dry and his cock pulsate so fiercely it taps against his stomach. Your one hand trails down his side lightly, nails tickling his hip and thigh so that he’s shuddering beneath you. He reaches for you, one hand cupping your cheek- wants to tell you to stop, but his throat is so dry he can’t even whisper. Or perhaps he’s lying to himself and doesn’t want you to stop at all. When you quirk an eyebrow in question and you feel the object of your desire tap against your throat with another needy pulse, you know the answer is no, he doesn’t want you to stop.

A trembling whisper of your name leaves his lips and you can only smirk, tilting your head down to kiss just above his navel and then to one side of it. Down, down, further you trail, your kisses getting sloppier as you descend closer to your target. Your tongue and teeth leave wet, rosy patches as you go and you can feel his muscles quivering every time you touch him until finally the desperately red tip of his cock is right in front of you. He whimpers beneath you and you shush him gently, unable to tear your eyes away from the way it pulses and twitches up towards you.

“Please,” he finally lets out, sounding much like he’s on the verge of tears. You smirk again and glance up at him through your lashes.

“Please what, baby?”

He huffs cutely, his other hand cupping the other side of your face and his thumbs smoothing along your cheekbones like he’s so desperate to just pull you into his cock, but doesn’t want to be too demanding. You smile a bit more when his look gets more and more frantic, one of your arms reaching up to rub his chest under his shirt soothingly.

“Relax, my sweet star. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“P-please…”

“Go on, baby. I know you want it, just tell me.”

“Please, I want your mouth,” he finally shutters out, but you can’t help yourself and push just a bit more.

“What do you want from my mouth?”

He huffs again and looks away, searching the room to make sure everyone there is truly oblivious.

“I-I want…”

“Want?”

“Please, noona, ravage me with your mouth.”

He looks you directly in the eyes as he finishes and the glee that soars through you practically makes you light headed. You grin broadly at him and bite your lip.

“I’ll give you anything you want, bunny. You just have to ask.”

Before he can really bask in your words you focus back on his cock, the hand that had been trying to soothe him shooting down to wrap gently round his base and lead his head to your waiting tongue. His breath shudders out and his mouth opens to let out a rush of air. The precum leaking from his tip covers your tongue in salt, but you don’t mind, all too desperate to feel the full weight of him at the back of your throat. Still you take your time, only licking at his slit to tease him, another droplet of precum oozing out every time to you do.

He’s panting while he watches you, his hands trembling on your face until one shakily weaves into your hair at the crown of your head. He doesn’t grip or pull, doesn’t try to shove more of his cock into your mouth which is what you’re used to. No, he’s too gentle and sweet to force anything. He only wants and lets you lead the way. When you finally wrap you lips around his tip he can’t hold back the noise, his head falling back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and what he hopes is a quiet moan leaving him. And you can only smirk at the sound, the subtle shudder in his voice making you even more wet and your stomach clench with desire.

You take the time to generously wet the head of his cock, delighting in its twitches while you swirl your tongue around him. When you pop him from your lips the poor thing looks pathetic, practically weeping in your fingers and you feel all too obliged to take him back in. Only this time you take him all in, or at least as much as you can. You suck him all the way to the back of your throat, moaning quietly around his shaft so he can feel the vibrations. And oh does it make him make the most wonderful of sounds. A surprised cry and the slapping of a hand over his mouth (the one that was lightly stroking his fingers along your cheek) has you trying to smile around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-…”

He lets the mantra trail off quietly, his body arched so you can’t see his face anymore. And as much as you adore the sight of him losing control, you’d much rather see the pleasure on said face. You suck harshly and pull off him, letting him once again pop from your lips. You take care to pump him slowly while you speak, you spit slicking his cock enough that there’s little friction.

“Look at me baby.”

It takes him a few moments, but you wait patiently until he realizes you gave him an order and he follows through. He looks a little lost when he finally locks eyes with you, his gaze a little wild like he can’t really see you at first.

“Noona?”

“Are you with me, sweetheart?”

He looks confused, but nods all the same, probably ready to agree to anything at this point.

“Listen carefully, baby. I want you to look at me the whole time. Don’t you dare look away or I’ll stop, okay? Eyes on me.”

He nods deftly, afraid he won’t be able to fulfill your request, but eagerly wanting to please you.

“Good boy.”

You don’t give him any time to prepare himself and suck him back in as far as he’ll go. He wheezes and squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment, quickly remembering your order and opening them back up to focus on you again. You smirk around his cock to let him know you approve and focus back on your task. When you can’t push him any further down your throat you opt to bob your head, one hand stroking what you can’t swallow and the other massaging his balls. You look up every few seconds to make sure he’s still watching and only have to stop once to make him look at your again. The sloppier his cock and your mouth gets the more he shakes and shudders beneath you, the hand in your hair trembling like a leaf in the wind. He keeps his other hand up by his face, ready to cover his mouth every time he can’t hold back a whimper or moan.

It doesn’t take long, only a few minutes and he’s desperately pleading to you, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I-“

You push him in as far as you can take and swallow around him just once before he’s shooting his load down your throat. Tears form in his eyes when he squeezes them shut and you can’t fault him when his head falls back onto the mattress. He did such a good job of watching you, you’ll let him have this one. When the last of his cum is swallowed down, you take care to gently clean what you can off his cock with your tongue. He shakes and gasps beneath you as you do, his head shaking back and forth as if to say he can’t take anymore. You pop off him one last time and kiss his tip softly, grinning when he finally cracks his eyes open to look at you.

He looks madly in love while he stares at you and it makes you somewhat nervous to see such intense emotion in his eyes. You lift yourself and crawl back up his body, pausing to help him pull his pants back up and his shirt back down. You hush him when he tries to button and zip everything back up, pushing his weak and tired hands away.

“No one will notice, just rest baby.”

“Well that was hot.”

You freeze over him, Jungkook’s body going rigid and his eyes widening with fear. You both look over your shoulder and spot Yoongi a small ways away from the foot of your mattress, laying on his side with his head propped up in one hand. He’s smirking at the two of you and while Jungkook looks mortified, you only feel proud. Now someone has witness that Jungkook is yours and no one else can have him.

“Hyung,” he whispers harshly, both his hands coming up to cover his face. You smile fondly at your boy before looking back to Yoongi.

“Well if you’re good and keep this to yourself, maybe next time you can join us.”

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and grins excitedly, Jungkook letting out a panicked noise when you settle in beside him. He whispers to you quietly as if he doesn’t want Yoongi to hear and you only shush him gently to calm him.

“Lay down and rest, bunny. Don’t worry about him, he’ll keep quiet.”

“But-“

“Shh, sleep.”

You run your fingers through his hair until he finally settles down, turning so that he can wrap himself around you and tuck his head under your chin. You chuckle lovingly and continue to pet him, using your free hand to flip Yoongi off when he makes lewd gestures at you in the dark.

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starlightsearches · 3 years ago

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Can we get 3 with hux from the flower AU prompts?

Hello friend! Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it!! 🌹🌸💐🌼🌺🌷🌻

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Florist! Armitage Hux x Model! Reader (f)

Warnings: Not really, a little yearning, some slutty narration, it's kind of silly and maybe ooc, but I think that's it.

I've been feeling pretty shitty about myself and my writing over the past few days, and I figured the best way to break myself out of that funk was to write something, even if it was stupid. Sometimes when your brain is telling you that you can't do something, you gotta do it anyway. Let me know what you think, besties!

3. Flowers are often used for photo shoots and Person A gets hired to arrange the flowers for one, but they can’t help getting nervous around the model, Person B from the Flower Shop AU Prompts

Armitage is out of his element.

He's plenty comfortable working with his assistant in the back of the shop, or helping customers as they dither over the size of the arrangements and the available flowers at the counter. But this is madness.

The backstage of the set is absolutely teeming with people, and every single one of them runs past without a glance in his direction, shouting into headsets or flipping through stacks of pages attached to clipboards.

He ventures further, past a few darkened hallways until he finds an occupied room. There's a vanity mirror against the far wall, and a woman sitting in front of it, resting her head on one hand, the other holding a book.

"Excuse me," Armitage knocks gently against the door frame before stepping inside.

You set the book down, greeting him with a smile.

"Hello, are you here for makeup?"

For a moment, Armitage is speechless.

He hadn't noticed your strange apparel when he first caught sight of you, but now he can't seem to look away from the dress you're wearing, a less-than-faithful recreation recreation of a Victorian gown that hangs low on your shoulders and tight around breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.

Is he hallucinating? He's never believed in ghosts before but you do seem like a rather lovely, and strangely familiar, apparition.

Your brows furrow in confusion before you glance down at yourself, eyes going wide like you've forgotten what you were wearing.

"Oh," you exclaim, throwing your head back with a laugh, "it's a period piece were doing today."

"I'm sorry?"

"You laugh again, finding his idiocy endearing instead of annoying, "you're not the makeup artist, are you?"

"The florist."

"I see. We're doing a shoot today, a romance novel cover. Do you read romance novels?"

So that's where he recognized you from. He's seen your face before, many times over. How to Wed a Rascal, Devil's Daughter, Three's a Crowd, and his favorite: Kingdom of Thirst.

He's spent too much of his time—bleary eyed, reading into the late hours of the night��imagining your face, your eyes, the sound of your moans as he devoured book after book, story after story.

But he's not about to tell you that.

"Uh, no, not really," he lies, and you shrug off the answer, turning the seat so that you can face him.

"I've only read a few, and they're alright. The jobs pay well, at least, and they're more fun than most shoots."

He nods, leaning against the door frame in an attempt to appear casual, hoping you'll say more. He likes hearing you talk.

You don't look like yourself in pictures. It's not just the makeup and the editing, although he's sure that has something to do with it. You're much more earnest in person, and surprisingly easy to be around. It's magnetic, your personality, to the point he can’t take his eyes off you. It must be what makes you so great at your job.

"You were looking for a place to put your flowers, right? I can help with that," you say, standing from the chair and moving into the hallway, calling into the empty space, "Hey Stacy!"

The sound of harried footsteps echoes down the corridor, and soon you're greeted by a serious looking woman, dressed in all black with her hair swept up into a ponytail.

"What do you need, babes?" she asks without looking up from her cell phone, "Jack said he'd be here half an hour ago but traffic's got him running late, of course. Shouldn't matter since we're ahead of schedule so far and going for a pretty minimal look this time but I told him to haul ass anyways, traffic laws be damned. Who is this?"

Every word pours out of her mouth without a breath in between, and it's not until she looks up, meeting his eyes that he realizes she's talking about him.

"This is . . ." you turn to look at him expectantly, raising your brows.

"Armitage," he provides, and you nod.

"Right, Armitage," you smile, turning back to Stacy, "and he's got the flower delivery for the shoot today waiting in his car."

Stacy nods, mumbling into her headset. "That's great. I'll have Phil unload them."

Armitage nods, wondering if he should offer to stay and arrange them. It's not something he'd typically do . . . but he's not exactly in a hurry to leave.

Another set of footsteps meets the three of you from the end of the hallway, this time provided by another harried-looking woman, almost in a sprint.

"Bad news, Stacy," she pants when she arrives, out of breath, "Ronan's called in sick. He's got food poisoning."

Stacy groans, and you roll your eyes. "Typical. Did you call somebody else?"

"They're all busy: Theo and Jacob are out of town shooting swim, and Will's best man at a wedding."

"We'll have to call off the shoot, then, won't we?"

You shake your head, defeated. Armitage can't help but feel for you; it's obvious how much work goes into these productions, so much time wasted. Not to mention the six dozen flowers currently dying in the back of his van.

"Not so fast," Stacy holds her hand up, silencing the group. Her eyes land on him, and she chews on the inside of her cheek, thinking.

"It's Armitage, right?" she asks, tapping her finger against her lips, "have you ever . . . modeled before?"

He feels his face grow hot, heart racing, "What? No. Absolutely not."

The other woman catches on, sizing him up herself. "Wait a second, you're right Stacy. He's totally got the look. Those god damn cheekbones could slice through steel. He’s about the same size as Will, too, so costuming wouldn't be a problem. How tall are you? Six foot? Six foot two?"

"No," he steps back, "I won't do it."

You put your hand on his shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

"Please, Armitage. It would really help."

He twists his face into a frown, already feeling his resolve crumbling under your eager gaze.

"Well . . . alright."

The three of you erupt in to cheers. He's absolutely going to regret this.

An hour later—hair done, costumed, and feeling ridiculous—Armitage walks out onto the set.

God, no.

It's a surprisingly faithful recreation—he assumes—sumptuously decorated and absolutely bursting with flowers. That's not the problem.

It's a bedroom, most of the space taken up by a large, dark four-poster, rose petals strewn across its surface. He knows what that means.

Bile rises in his throat, a wave of nausea rolling his stomach. He couldn't do this. There was a reason he read so many romance novels: he liked to imagine he could be someone different, someone charming, passionate, wicked.

Being that person is not in his nature.

Vivian, the costumer, approaches him from behind, startling him.

"You ready?" she asks, gesturing him towards the stage, but he hesitates.

"There's no need to be nervous, hon. Your partner for today? She's a god damn angel, the best of the best. You'll be in good hands . . . or I guess she'll be in your hands."

She laughs at her own joke and pats him gently, wandering away.

He's going to throw up. Or pass out. Or drop dead. He can't handle this.

Then he sees you, gliding in through the doorway. You're sparkling with your makeup and hair done to perfection, your eyes warm and bright, and you're smiling at him. Just for him.

Somebody ushers him towards the set, and you join him, arranging yourself on the bed.

"Nervous?" you ask him, laying down on your elbows, a little too at ease. He doesn't have to answer, he knows you can see it on his face.

You hold out your hand to him, and he takes it, adjusting to the feel of your skin against his. "You don't need to be, it's easy."

You pull without warning, and he falls forward, knees hitting the mattress. His other hand land besides your head, close enough to your face that he could reach out and stroke it, if he wanted to.

"Ready up there?" the photographer yells from across the room, and you give him the thumbs up before slipping in to your proper pose. You place his hand at your waist, tilting up his chin.

"Now furrow your brow a little," you whisper, "and part your lips."

He does as he's told, and soon enough the camera flash sparks in his periphery.

It's not as horrible as he thought it would be, although you are doing most of the work. You shift periodically, sometimes staring deep into his eyes, or looking down demurely with your hand just barely grazing your forehead.

"Alright, that's great, that's perfect," the photographer monologues, never taking his eye from the viewfinder, "why don't we get a couple with your lips at her neck?'

He trembles, his breathing shallow, but you look up at him with the slightest nod, arching your back just a little farther, leaving your skin exposed and inviting.

He bends closer, examining the graceful lines of your body. If this were real, where would he kiss you? If he had you to himself—without all these people watching—in his own bed, no pretense, no costumes . . .

He brushes his lips tenderly against the junction between your neck and your shoulder, and he swears that he can hear you sigh in response, your spine curving against his fingers, your chest pressed tighter against his own.

"That's perfect," the photographer shouts, but Armitage isn't listening, entirely preoccupied with the feeling of your pulse against his mouth, his lips traveling up over your jaw, stopping just below your ear.

You turn to face him, slowly, until nose brushes his, staring into his eyes. If he tilted his chin just half an inch, he'd be kissing you.

"That's great, everybody! I think we're done for today."

The set erupts with applause at the photographer's words, but you still don't pull away from him, smiling gently, whispering against his lips.

"Like I said, you're a natural."

His face grows flush, and he shifts back onto his feet, clearing his throat with a cough.

You stand beside him, brushing your hands nervously over the bodice of your gown.

"Thanks again for doing this, we all really appreciate it."

"Of course, it was . . . fun."

"No really, it was a huge favor. I'd like to do something for you, in return—we could get dinner, maybe? My treat."

You place your hand on his arm again, stroking your thumb down over his elbow. Despite how much he's touched you over the last hour, this contact feels different. Because you're not playing a part this time. Because it's him you're reaching for.

"We can change first, of course," you say, the words rushed as you read his dewy-eyed imaginings for hesitation.

He smiles, placing his hand over yours in reassurance, "I'd like that."

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love-toxin · 4 years ago

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a/n: in which darling can’t bear to spend a moment apart from the person she loves the most.

warnings: post-canon/set in the future, yandere reader, female reader, quirk kink, roleplay, oral, cum eating, pet names, yandere/yandere, unrequited love, rejection.

word count: 1.6k

"H-Here...I brought it."

You always looked so cute when you paid a visit to the hideout. You liked to tuck the thick envelopes you brought with you in your coat, and the little vials stuck with a cork packed safely inside your pocket. She'd only seen you for a month or two, but you were her most eager customer...and, fortunately for you, her favourite.

As much as she liked the freedom of villainy, it didn't exactly pay the bills all of the time. Stealing could only get her so far, and there were few other options she could turn to after burning so many bridges throughout the years...but lucky for her, there were plenty of freaks out there, and plenty more who would happily save up their pennies for a chance to cherish someone they would never have otherwise. Though there were very few that were as bold as you, or half as cute.

"Look at this! Nearly twice as much as last time…"

You held out the packages to her with a bland expression on your face, your hands shoved back in your pockets while she twirled the vial between her fingers and thumbed through the cash that padded the envelope.

"You really like this guy, huh?"

Your features grew sour when she spoke up though, and she could tell she hit a nerve.

"It's none of your business."

Toga stuffed the envelope in her breast pocket and popped the cork open on the bottle, the blood still warm and bitter on her tongue in a way that she had quickly gotten used to. This was a weekly occurrence at the least, so she was naturally prepared for the outcome--that didn't make the transformation any less amusing to her, though.

"I think it is, actually. After all, your business is my business, sweetheart…"

Her voice changed first, her sweet, chiming tones growing low and gravelly--and after that the transition was quick, her blond hair puffing into soft spikes and her chest shrinking into a washboard of hard, sculpted muscle, while her blood started to boil beneath the surface and she felt the need to grit her teeth and release all her tension in a fiery shout. But that would be less than preferred in the dingy warehouse side of the hideout, where someone might hear and come investigate...and there were other ways that you wanted to spend your money than getting caught by the heroes with a villain.

"You just gonna ignore me, kiddo? I'm not gonna take that from some brat."

Her heart beat ferociously in her chest at the sight of you looking up at her, your eyes wide and a soft blush warming your face. She advanced on you until she could slam her hand against the wall just next to your head, and chuckled as you flinched and found yourself trapped by the body that loomed over you. She knew you so well, she knew you were already ready to give yourself over completely.

"...I love you, Ground Zero…"

Your voice trembled in a soft whisper, each word a betrayal of the façade you put on day after day. You were icy to the touch, and you pushed people away before they could even think about getting close to you--she knew you were that way. And she knew that there was only one person who would ever have the chance to slip past those towering walls that you built up. Well, maybe two.

"Speak up! Don't fuckin' mumble at me."

She papped you on the cheek, not enough to hurt, just to get your attention--but you were quick on the uptake, her wrist caught in your grip as you scowled and bit back with twice the venom dripping off your tongue.

"I said you're mine, Ground Zero."

You yanked her in, your pull aided by your precious fingers curling around her collar--and your kiss felt even more possessive than your words, lips claiming hers so feverishly that you even bit down on her tongue. Not that she minded, though…not when it was you.

"Nobody else can have you. I'll slit the throat of anyone that gets near you…"

Your muttering into her ear made her heart flutter--was this how people felt when she spoke those same words? It couldn't possibly feel as good as when you did it though, your hand wandering between her legs to grab at something she could still be a little clumsy in using. The cock in her tight pants twitched at your touch, moving on its own as if it knew you desired it, and she let her pleasure slip in a moan that made you shiver visibly and your grip grow even tighter.

"Little freak.."

Toga's mind raced, for once feeling like the man whose body she had possessed was speaking right through her. But even if it was involuntary it seemed to work just fine, considering the fact that you'd already snuck your hands beneath her zipper and started feeling around for what you had been craving all week. Her cock stiffened the moment your wrapped your fingers around it, and once you pulled it out to meet the prickle of the cool air, she had a sense that she wouldn't need to do much as you sank to your knees in front of her.

You looked so cute like this. Your little body fit so perfectly beneath this one, your palms sweaty as you worked her up and your face perfectly positioned to meet the tip as it bobbed in front of you like a treat. You looked like a puppy in her eyes, not just because of how eagerly you accepted her touch--but because of how loyal you were to this little fantasy, and so willing to have it played out again and again and again.

"Tell me you love me, Ground Zero, or I'll cut your fucking thing off."

The drag of your hands on her cock slowed, your lips plushy and soft as you gently mouthed at the head before pulling away. She wasn’t wholly sure if this was part of the fantasy, or if you were calling her out for getting wrapped up in your touch--but she laid a strong hand in your hair and gripped it tight, the facade not yet broken as she yanked you forwards and let your mouth cushion every inch that she humped inside you.

"You've got a dirty fucking mouth, princess. Let's wash it out, huh?"

She growled with a smirk plain on her face, and the way you let your eyes drift back into your head as she sank into your throat made all the difference. It wouldn’t usually matter to her customers if she came or not, but it did to you, and you had already adapted to the new shift by cupping her sensitive balls in your soft hands and squeezing them in time with the tease of your tongue on her veins. Toga had never had a wish to be a man even when she transformed into one, but the way you slobbered all over this cock that wasn’t hers made her wish she had been born as such--no, actually, that wasn’t it. She wished she had been born as Ground Zero himself, so you would lavish all this love and attention on her instead.

“A-Already gonna cum, hah...you’ve been practicing, haven’t you, princess?”

She moaned out what she intended to sound as gruff and forceful, but the pleasure of having you suckling on her so sweetly caused her breath to hitch and her blond spikes to sway as she threw her head back. Your grip grew stronger and your tongue even faster, but in turn hers became weak enough that you could slowly pull off of her cock inch by inch, before you popped off with a lustful slurp and replaced your mouth with an equally skilled hand.

“Yeah. I’ve been fucking some stupid, slutty villian while you’ve been busy...that good enough practice, Katsuki?”

She groaned out something absolutely intelligible, her mind blanking as you returned to lapping at the tip and sucking off every drop of precum that leaked out. Both her hands came to rest against the wall just to hold herself up, since she couldn’t even get a word out anymore--you totally dominated her senses with barely any effort, and before she could warn you of anything she was cumming deep into the hot recesses of your tight little throat. Spurt after spurt you swallowed in stride, each one even hotter and thicker than the last, that by the time she stopped trembling and her breath came unstuck from her chest, she finally realized that her cock had shrunk to almost nothing and her body was returning to its normal state. You got to your feet unperturbed, a few pearls of her cream dribbling down your chin that you wiped with the back of your hand--and when you spoke up, she had to reply with a “huh?” before she realized that you had mentioned that you’d met Ground Zero the other day. The real Ground Zero. And did she want to know what he said to you?

“...He told me I was a fucking creep.”

Your expression betrayed no emotion, but she knew at once that your heart had been broken from within. She could only imagine how angry you must have been at your obsession rejecting you...she knew that same pain all too well, even though she had now absolved herself from that terrible time.

“I’m weak, too. Too weak to try and change that. So guess what that means for you?”

She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, or if you were just spilling your feelings in the afterglow to someone that would never tell a soul. At least, that’s what she thought, until she caught a glimpse of some shiny silver handcuffs slipping out from your coat pocket, and a knife dropping from its hidden place in your sleeve and into your grasp.

“If I can’t have Katsuki...then I’ll just take the next best thing.”

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Boom

Jason ‘J.D.’ Dean x Reader

Words: 1819

Part One

Summary: Preparing to run away together, J.D. and the reader hit a problem in their plan. J.D.’s father. Things take a turn and J.D. has to decide if this new feeling of love is real enough to die for.

Notes: I know I took forever to write this and I’m sorry! I’m ashamed of how much I love J.D. but here we are. Same as the first part. This has been sooooo much fun to write and I hope that you guys like it! (Again, if you’re at all uncomfortable just skip this)

Warnings: Murder (duh), sex (not smut, but definitly more than I’ve ever done before), language, same as the first part

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The backseat of your mother’s car was not ideal for this kind of celebration, but you couldn’t wait to get back to the house, so you found a spot in the forest to pull over. J.D.’s face was buried in your neck and your fingers were tangled up in his black hair. He was in a particularly good mood.

The cops fell for it. Both murders were covered up perfectly. Tommy’s was ruled a suicide and he would forever be remembered as the school pervert. Nobody was surprised by your mother’s death and it was quickly written off as an overdose. The only thing left was to pack. The two of you were getting out of this fucking little town and you were never looking back.

Pressed together like this, you knew that you didn’t give a shit what happened if it wasn’t with him. Looking into your eyes, J.D. reached a similar conclusion. You were what he wanted. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something.

“Where do you think we’ll go?” You asked, situating yourself on top of his chest. He shrugged.

“Anywhere.”

You settled into a comfortable silence, his fingers lightly drumming on the small of your back. This was actually happening. For the first time in your life you didn’t feel trapped. You could do whatever the hell you wanted. You had gotten away with two murders for fuck’s sake. You were invincible.

J.D. felt different. Hell, he was feeling, which was a different sensation on its own. He fell back onto his bed with a grin on his face. It wasn’t that someone had broken through the ice. It was more like he had found someone drowning underneath the frost just like him.

“Hey dad, how was your day?” His dad asked sarcastically, popping his head in the doorway. J.D. didn’t even look up and his dad didn’t stay long enough for a response. It was more of a routine than actual affection. In just a few hours, it wouldn’t matter anyway. His dad could blow himself up for all he cared. He would be long gone.

He eventually figured that he needed to start packing. He shoved his motorcycle keys in his pockets with a sigh. He’d have to sell it. The two of you would be taking your mom’s old car so you’d have somewhere to sleep, so his motorcycle would have to go.

“The things I do for love.” He snarked to himself. When he opened his drawers, he found them all empty. “What the hell?” All of them were empty, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stepped into the hall and saw the pair of suitcases at the bottom of the stairs.

“I packed everything up for you while you were gone.” His dad walked by them, looking up the stairs at him. J.D. shrugged.

“Convenient, but why?”

“We’re finally moving out of this shit hole town. On to sunny Florida!” He had that smile on his face that he usually used to appeal to businessmen and other corrupt assholes. J.D. just laughed.

“Well isn’t that just perfect timing?” He bounded down the steps with his chaotic grin plastered on his face. “Looks like we are finally parting ways, son.” His dad faltered.

“What?”

“Goodbye, adios, adieu.” J.D. grabbed his suitcase and started back up towards his room. “Soon, I will be out of your hair forever. You can go on with your life of bombs and demolition and I will go on with my own kind of destruction.” He pat his dad on the head, ruffling his hair like a normal father would his normal son.

“Jason, you can’t just leave.” Bud’s smile strained. “We’re a team, you and I.” J.D. stopped suddenly and laughed.

“Team? Sorry dad, but the only thing we even know about each other is our love of all things explosive.”

“This is about that girl, isn’t it? The slutty one you’ve been fucking around with since we moved here.” He shook his head, chuckling deeply. “You’ll get bored with her soon enough, so don’t bother.” J.D. just smirked smugly.

“Thanks for the advice there, pops, but I think I can handle my slutty girlfriend all on my own.” He started to close his bedroom door, but his dad put his foot in the way.

“You don’t get to leave like she did, boy.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m not making that mistake again, J.D.” A creepy, maniacal smile spread across Bud’s face. Fuck, I thought I was the only psycho in the family. “Just stay here and I’ll do what I do best.” He moved his foot and slammed the door shut. J.D. heard something scratching and scraping on the other side and quickly tried to get out.

“You locked me in here with a chair? Seriously!” He screamed through the wood. No response. “Motherfucker.” He paced back and forth plotting a very bloody demise for dear old dad when he heard the squealing of tires outside his window. “Where the hell is he going?”

Wherever it was, J.D. wasn’t going to be kept out of it. He tried kicking down the door, but that didn’t work. The only way out of the room was the window, but there was nothing to climb down and he was on the second floor. J.D. unlocked the latch and lifted up the window pane, looking out to see just how far of a drop it was. He’d live.

Without hesitation, he jumped.

“Fuck!” He shouted, pain shooting up his leg from his ankle. He fell to the ground, but was able to get himself on his feet. His foot hurt like a bitch, but he could bare it enough to walk to his motorcycle.

He was at your house in less than ten minutes, breaking every traffic rule in the book. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get out. Limping his way up the sidewalk, he found that your front door was already open.

“Time to go, Y/N. Grab your stuff and let’s get out of here!” He shouted, but the house was empty. Just the strong stench of death and booze that your mother had left behind. Mother. He remembered his dad’s comment and felt a chill. Do what he does best. “Oh shit.” He took off again, heading for his father’s next destruction sight before you became part of it.

You spat, hitting him in the eye as he finished cuffing you to the old hospital bed frame. Bud grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head into one of the metal bars. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. Instead you just glared at him through squinted eyes.

“He’s going to come get me.” You smirked, trying to get the blurriness in your version to clear. “J.D. is going to tear you apart you sick bastard.”

“You can call me all the names in the book, kid, but my son is coming with me.” He tightened the cuff so that it dug sharply into the skin of your wrist.

“When did you become the ‘world’s best dad’?” You scoffed.

“Do you know how much more lenient a judge can be when I’ve got a poor, disturbed teenage boy who depends on me for a living?”

“So he’s just a legal bargaining chip for you? How sweet.” You pulled against your restraints until the metal broke skin. Blood oozed from your wrist and Bud laughed.

“Really, Jason couldn’t have picked a better girl for the job. You’re the most disposable person in this town. No family, no friends, no one to report you missing.” He strapped the main bomb to the other end of the bed and started the timer. “And there will be nothing left of you once this does it’s job.”

“Go to hell.”

“Lady’s first.”

You stared at him, wandering if he was the last person you’d ever see. God, that’d be the real tragedy here. You looked at the timer on the bomb. Less than three minutes. Bud noticed you looking and chuckled.

“I wouldn’t get any ideas. If that one doesn’t go off, there are three more upstairs.” He pointed to the ceiling and then made the motion of it caving in with his hands.

“You’re enjoying this to a creepy level, Mr. Dean.” You snarked. If you could piss him off, maybe he wouldn’t get out in time. At least then you’d take him out with you. “What, does blowing up 18-year-old girls get you off or something? Is that why your wife killed herself?” He tensed and balled his hand into a fist.

“You think you’re really cute, don’t you, you little bitch?”

“No, but your son does.” You smiled sarcastically. Bud just rolled his eyes and turned to leave, meeting the barrel of a gun.

“Hey there, son.” J.D. growled. Bud held up his hands.

“Jason, I can-” The gunshot ripped through the small space, making your ears ring. As his dad’s body slumped to the floor, J.D. shrugged.

“Sorry, tiger, I’m not in the mood for a monologue.” He knelt in front of you, eyes darting to the timer on the other side.

“Jason Dean, knight in shining black trenchcoat.” You laughed, pulling again at the handcuffs. He moved over to his dad’s body, searching his pockets but coming back empty handed.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath.

“What is it?”

“No key.” J.D. ran his fingers through his hair, switching his attention to disabling the bomb. Your face fell as the realization hit you.

“It’s no use. There are more upstairs that are going to go off even if this one doesn’t.” You slumped against the bed frame. His greenish gold eyes looked back at you and for a second you though you saw a hint of panic. You really did love him. “You should go.”

“What?”

“Get out of here, J.D. You don’t have much time.” You tried to keep calm, but your body was betraying you. Your arms were shaking and your face felt hot. You weren’t scared to die, but you were scared to die alone.

“You really think I’m just going to leave you here?” J.D. shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed frame. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re stuck with me now. Afterlife and all.”

“J.D…” You sighed. He silenced you with a hungry kiss.

“What did I say after we killed that douchebag ex of yours?” He pulled you closer, snaking an arm around your back. Your lips pulled up into a smile.

“Our love is God.”

“Our love is God.” He repeated, his eyes sparkling. This time, you pulled him in for the kiss and you stayed pressed together until-

Boom.

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Description: When Mr Freezy enters your life, your peaceful world is destroyed.

Warnings: Non-consensual, voyeurism, masturbation, verbal abuses, harsh language and hints of necrophilia

DO NOT PROCEED IF THESE THINGS UPSET YOU. THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

This one-shot is my entry for Week 5 of @donutloverxo 's superfun writing challenge. This time, the challenge was based on GIFs. The one I selected will appear in the story below. Click here to participate in their weekly challenges

A/N- I blame @jtargaryen18 for making me an unholy hoe for Mr Freezy!

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You were living the best life in 1969. Working part-time at the ice-cream parlor in the mornings, hanging out with your friends in the evening and sneaking out for parties at night, you loved your routine, carefree life in New Jersey.

Your foot bobbed along the tunes of Honky Tonk Woman by The Rolling Stones as you read that month's fashion magazine, sitting by the new, shiny cassette player. Taking pride in the fact that your family was the first in the neighborhood to buy the expensive cassette player, latest in the technology of playing music, you smirked as you delicately, almost teasingly fondled the device.

*beep beep*

The annoying horn of the filthy ice-cream truck broke you out of your reverie. Scowling, you turned to look at the abomination on 4 wheels parked right in front of your house. The long-haired driver, who called himself Mr Freezy, always gave you creepy vibes. Maybe he thought his wide smile would lure in more children, but it never failed to make your skin crawl with disgust.

You tried your best to ignore him and his irritating horn, hoping that he would drive away soon enough. Unfortunately, it was a hot summer's day and there was a long, winding line of customers.

After yet another *beep beep* you slammed down the magazine on the table. Walking out in your pinkish-red knee-length skirt and long-sleeved top, you had a good mind to tell Mr Freezy off.

Standing in front of his ice-cream truck window, you stomped your foot and placed your hands on your hips. "How can I help you Ms Jello Mould?" his disgusting attempt at comparing you to a dessert sent a chill down your spine.

"You have a long line of customers! Stop pressing your horn every 5 seconds!" you exclaimed, gesturing your hands towards the waiting people.

Mr Freezy chuckled, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes behind the glasses, "Now now. That is no way to talk to someone who is older than you Raspberry Ripple," he said in a friendly tone, "Not everybody can afford to buy a cassette player."

"Maybe you can if you cleaned your ice-cream truck once in a while," you spat, purposefully covering your nose, "I work in an ice-cream parlor, and no establishment dealing with ice-creams should stink like this!"

"My customers don't seem to mind it Sugar," his sweet tongue rolling the last word as if he was drooling.

You huffed, "I mind it! And stop with the horn! Or I will have daddy make sure you are never seen here again." And with that hardly intimidating threat, you walked towards your house. Mr Freezy licked his lips as he saw your silhouette disappear behind the front door. He could put your bratty nature to good use. Very good use indeed.

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Dressed in a brown checkered dress, you sauntered home after your shift ended, your spirits high as you looked forward to being Ricky's date tonight at the party.

As you entered your home, your eyes fell upon the new cassette sitting besides your beloved player. Squealing with excitement, you rushed and grabbed the plastic box, hurriedly prying it open. To your surprise, a few photographs of you and Ricky fell out of the case with the words "Does daddy know about him?" scribbled on the back of every photograph.

No no no. OH GOD NO! you panicked as you rifled through the images. Your parents had no idea about your nightlife, let alone your boyfriend! These lovey-dovey photographs threatened to reveal your secret and ruin your life.

You found another note in the box behind the cassette, "There are plenty where these came from. Now be a good girl and play the cassette." Just beneath the sentence, a chocolate bar was roughly drawn in the corner and the words “My Chocolate Fudge” were written in small letters.

Your hands trembled as you hit play. A raspy voice greeted you from the device.

"Hey baby." You knew this voice, who was he? "Has daddy's little princess recognised me?" You were pretty shaken up, your mind refused to let go of the terror and think straight for a moment as your thumbs rubbed against one another.

"Oohh Sugar, what am I going to do with you?" the voice chuckled. That sentence brought you to a complete halt. It was Mr Freezy! How dare he threaten you like this?

Before you could form any coherent thought, he tut-tutted in annoyance, "How can an ordinary ice-cream man like me trouble a beautiful young woman such as yourself? What will Daddy say? Let's call Daddy shall we? I am sure he would enjoy looking at how well Ricky can fondle his daughter's breasts."

You felt numb as his words sank in. If your father found out, he would have you sent to the country, to his relatives who lived on a farm! Eww!! You shuddered, overcome with disgust as the cassette continued.

"Now Sugar, we don't need to tell Daddy about us. Do we?" You shook your head in response. "Very good," Mr Freezy continued, "Open the curtains to your right, and look at the house across the street."

You followed the instructions, and nearly choked on your spit. There he was, in your neighbour's house, smiling and waving from their first-floor window. "Follow my next instructions very carefully, or I will make sure that your entire neighborhood comes to know about the wonderful kisser that Ricky is."

You could only nod in response. No matter what, you could not afford to let your family be humiliated because of your actions.

"From now on, hit pause after you finish every command. And hurry, we haven't got all day Sugar. Your mother will be home soon. And if she is home before I am done with you, then let's just say tonight there wouldn't be any dessert for you," you gulped in agreement.

"Pull up a chair near the window and place the player near you." Your fear slowed you down and the recorder kept on playing, "Face the window, and strip." After a pause, you heard, "Sit on the chair and spread your legs wide. Keep your feet on the windowsill."

The rest of the commands fell on deaf ears as your body was stunned in shock. Did this man… really? You couldn't. You wouldn't. Maybe you could still apologise…

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised what this man wanted you to do. It was almost 4:30pm and people would soon fill the street in front of your house. If anybody decided to even look towards the window, they would surely see your body on full display.

As if reading your thoughts, Mr Freezy shook his head and pointed to his wristwatch.

You knew your mother would be home before 5:30pm. Whatever you had to do, you would have to do it quickly.

With trembling hands, you paused the cassette, and obeyed his first two commands, the upholstery on the chair feeling warm against your naked bottom. From this angle, you couldn't see him, but you were sure he was keeping an eye on you.

You were correct.

Mr Freezy sucked on his ice-cream bar as he watched the scene unfold. His tongue working the cold dessert as if it were your core. A small bite here, a suck there, and his length was already aching in his pants.

"Oooo look at that slutty pussy! Just waiting for a man's touch," his voice cooed from the recorder, "Play with your clit with one hand, and bring your other hand to your breast."

You begrudgingly relented, wanting to get it all over with soon. Heat flooded to your face as the indignity of your actions set in.

Across the street, Mr Freezy unzipped his pants, and started rubbing the neighbor's panty on his shaft, his touch fleetingly light as he sucked on the bar. He bit into the ice-cream when you rubbed your clit, the cold going straight to his length.

"I love how your plump breasts bounce everytime you take a step. A man can get lost in those curves of yours," his raspy voice continued, "Squeeze your breast lightly. Feel it's roundness. Tease your nipple too. Fondle it with one finger."

You bit your lips as you followed his instructions. You had masturbated a few times and had even reached third base with Ricky, but it had never felt like this. You knew this was humiliation in answer to your rude behaviour. But this… it felt… good. You were ashamed to admit it, but as the teasing prolonged, you started feeling the familiar and ever elusive knot building up in your stomach.

"Yes yes yes baby. Rub that clit harder. Make that pussy wet for me. But don't you dare enter a finger in your cumhole."

He watched as your hips thrust upwards, desperate for friction, as he started pumping himself faster.

"Slap that boob," he commanded as another moan escaped your lips, "slap harder!" and you did. "Pinch your nipple and pull it. Pull it you cock sucking bitch."

More wetness pooled at your core as you continued to play with your body.

"Stop," said Mr Freezy's voice. At first you thought you misheard him and so you didn't.

"I said STOP YOU FUCKING BITCH," his shouts from the player sounded as clear as a bell.

Startled, you brought yourself to a complete stop. Despite yourself, the sudden cessation left you feeling disappointed and hungry for more. "Pause this recording. Go to the full-length mirror in your room and have a good look at yourself," his voice urged you.

Meanwhile, Mr Freezy had come undone across the street, his thick release coating the neighbor's cotton panties. He sighed as he used the neighbor's brassiere to wipe himself clean. He was longing to get a taste of you. Too bad he had other things planned for you instead.

You ran towards your room, trying to hide your nakedness as much as you could. You didn't recognise the woman in the reflection. Hair astray, lips and cheeks slightly flushed, puffed breath, eyes wide and the hair on your mound glistening with your arousal. You couldn't bring yourself to meet your eyes reflected in the mirror.

You carefully went downstairs, and resumed the cassette.

"Saw the slut in the mirror? That's who you are bitch. A whore for a man's cock. Don't let Ricky touch that filthy pussy again, or I will fill you with my cum infront of your Daddy while he watches," the cassette ended with the heavy threat.

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You were living the worst life in 1969. Quite often, you came home to a new cassette with new instructions recorded on them. Everytime, the plastic box was filled with naked photographs of your previous lewd acts. Up until now, you had jumped naked in front of the window, placed ice on different parts of your body, deep-throated an ice-cream bar and stripped to a vulgar song.

Tonight however, it was different. He had asked you to carry a bottle of wine (that he kept on your bed while you were gone) and go to a hotel at midnight. Mr Freezy had explicitly mentioned that you were to wear only your bra and panty. Still, you covered yourself with a long coat as you snuck out of the house.

The hotel, if you could call an almost crumbling building that, was in the notorious part of town. With your heart pounding in your throat, you shed your coat and knocked on the door. A large man answered, his smirk widening as he took in your appearance. "You Buffy's girl?" you nodded just as you had been instructed. The stranger pulled your breast and dragged you into the room.

He smacked your ass as he grabbed the wine bottle with another, "Buffy always sends the best stuff."

He was swift in opening the bottle, chugging the liquid down as if it was water. You shuddered at the thoughts of what this man was capable of doing to you. Tears filled your eyes at the realisation.

The man looked at you and, without warning, shoved the glass bottle in your mouth. "Drink. I like it when my prostitutes are drunk." His gaze swept over your entire body. One second you were gulping down the foul liquid, the next you were gasping for breath as he pulled the cups of your bra and poured the liquid down your torso, "Let these girls drink too! Lets get hammered baby!" he exclaimed as he pulled the elastic band of your panty and poured the wine on your mound.

He laughed maniacally as you squirmed in his grip. Drinking the last of the drops, he pulled you into his lap, licking and sucking at the wine currently following down your figure.

Your protests only spurred him on, but it all lasted only for a few seconds.

You felt the stranger's body seize with yours. Breath coming in harsh rasps, you felt your throat constricting as sharp pain shot in every nerve of your body. Your agony, along with the stranger's, lasted only for a few minutes as your shallow breaths became few, finally coming to a raggedy stop.

Mr Freezy smiled a lopsided grin into his binoculars. He hurried across the street, grabbing the girl's dead body and dumping it into his ice-cream truck.

He happily hummed when he saw the ice slowly creep up your skin. You see, this profession had turned Mr Freezy cold, inside out. To an extent where he despised the warmth of a pussy around his cock. He craved the cold. He craved you.

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marlmckitten · 5 years ago

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Can you do a jealous!Marlene Blackinnon smut? Where Sirius teaches at a Muggle school and one day, Mar decides to supreme him, only to find a fellow colleague all over him and then smut? Also, Marlene and Sirius are already dating. If yes, then thank you sooooo much but if you are not comfortable then it's okay. P.S. Hope you are better now! XOXO!

Thank you thank you! And I like this idea a lot~ I hope I can do it justice! Also I apologize for my really bad habit of never re-reading or editing my work lately!

It was nearing their two year anniversary, as Marlene’s friends kept reminding her. They were not usually the couple for fancy dates and anniversaries and stuff like that. They were quite content with just throwing some insults at each other and finishing their day with sex, or starting it with sex. The point was, they had their relationship exactly how they liked it. It may not be traditional but they were happy. And neither were the most comfortable with bearing their feelings. But, after Lily had reminded Marlene for the 7th time in 3 days, she finally decided at the very least she could surprise him at his work. They didn’t do anything for their first anniversary but maybe she could at least show up with some food for him and see what he liked so much about teaching at a muggle school. She hadn’t even seen the place yet so it wasn’t an entirely bad idea.

She waited until it was nearly lunch hour at the school, grabbed some of their favourite cinnamon buns from a nearby bakery and contemplated bringing some wine but realized that was probably frowned upon. So instead she just grabbed a sparkling soda and made her way to her boyfriends work. She misjudged the time a little, it appeared the lunch break had already started and she had to wander around the school hallways to find him. Eventually someone pointed her in the direction of a staff room and she went there, poking her head in. An older lady smiled and greeted her, but informed her that he had just went to a colleagues classroom to help her with something. Getting more frustrated, she stormed off to where she said that they would be. This is what she got for being thoughtful, had to walk around school hallways for 20 minutes, at this rate by the time she found him, class would resume.

At last she recognized Sirius’ voice, and waked up to the room, she was about to announce herself and push open the door when she heard a very flirtatious giggle from what sounded like a much younger woman than the nice lady who told her where to find her boyfriend. Marlene’s eyes immediately narrowed as she peaked through the tiny opening and watched a young brunette, laugh at some stupid joke and run her hand down Sirius’ arm. She was waiting for her boyfriend to walk away but he didn’t, he smiled at her and leaned back on her desk as they continued talking. When the woman tossed her hair back and told Sirius how nice his arms where, Marlene felt her face flush bright red and she kicked the door open, glaring at the pair of them.

Sirius turned when he heard the noise, his face light up, “Marls! What’re you doing here?” He sounded genuinely happy to see her, as if he wasn’t just about to cheat on her with a school teacher who honestly looked more like a pornstar in Marlene’s eyes right now.

Of course, the female teacher frowned, “Marls? Who is she?” She asked Sirius.

Marlene’s eyebrows raised and Sirius immediately stood up and held his hands up in surrender, “Marlene, I promise I talk about you all the time, Right Clara?” He turned to his coworker hopefully.

Trouble brewed behind Clara’s eyes and she supressed a smirk, “Sorry no, Sirius. I’ve never heard her name in my life. Is she your aunt or something?”

This set Marlene off, “OKAY MISS SLUTTY PORN BITCH, YOU BACK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND THIS INSTANT!”

Sirius shut his eyes and covered a chuckle with a laugh, “Hey, darling? This is a school you really can’t-”

“I wasn’t the one about to fuck a horny school teacher so don’t you dare tell me what I can or can’t do!”

Clara’s mouth dropped, “I cannot see what you see in this woman.”

“YOU, SHUT UP!” Shouted Marlene, “With your waving your stupid hair around and touching his arms and your general being a whore attitude.”

Sirius finally walked over to Marlene, put his hand on his shoulder and kissed her cheek, “Darling, there was no fucking to be had, she needed help moving her classroom around and I agreed.”

Marlene was still glaring at the woman though. Clara smiled, “Sorry I thought you were his aunt, I just can’t picture you two as a couple and he never said anything about a girlfriend.”

Sirius had to hold Marlene back, “Clara, please don’t do this. She isn’t well known for her patience and calmness.” He kissed Marlene’s head lovingly, “She knows I have a girlfriend, and if we don’t look like a couple it’s only because you’re way too hot for me,” he tried, it worked, she stopped fighting him to get at the girl but still was not happy.

Luckily the same older lady walked by, her brows were furrowed, “Is everything okay in here? A student said he heard some shouting!”

Sirius nodded, running a hand through his girlfriends hair, “Sorry Mrs Gaglardi, just a misunderstanding.”

Mrs Gagladrdi sighed, “Again Clara?” Marlene chucked. “I do apologize, she seems to not hear when people talk about their relationships, but it is nice to meet you Marlene, I have heard so much about you from Sirius. He really is smitten with you. Even has some pictures of you two up in his classroom, he never even comes to faculty events because he says he wants to spend the time with you. Apparently he hasn’t invited you because you have a temper that he says he finds adorable but most people do not.” She looked around. “Clearly he was right.”

Marlene chewed her lip, “Erm.. yeah,” was all she could manage, Sirius’ hand found the small of her back and began to push her out of the classroom.

“Sorry about the miscommunication I’m just gonna go and take her away now,” he apologized to Mrs Gaglardi and walked away with Marlene. Neither of them spoke until he guided her into his classroom and shut the door, Marlene looked around and noticed that he really did have pictures of them together at his desk.

“So.... That Clara girl seems like a bitch.”

“I really did not know she was trying to come onto me!”

Marlene looked at him.

“Okay I knew, but she always does any extra work I have to do after hours which means I get to come home and see you and I did not think you would ever meet her.”

“Well don’t talk to her again, I don’t like her.”

He laughed, “Whatever you want McKitten. So.. why are you here anyway?”

“Oh,” she held up the paper bag with his lunch in it, “I uh... came to surprise you. You know, anniversary tomorrow and all so, hi?”

He took the bag and placed it on his desk, wrapping his arms around Marlene, “Hi,” he whispered before kissing her, “Never thought you’d be the type.... Lily’s behind this isn’t she?”

Marlene rolled her eyes, “Whatever, I was being thoughtful so, you’re welcome, see you later,” she went to talk away but Sirius grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her against his desk and kissing her again. Marlene broke off the kiss, “Don’t you have to teach?” As if on queue the bell went off but Sirius kept her exactly where she was, she looked at him questioningly, “I’m not really into snogging in front of a bunch of kids, Sirius.”

“It’s Professor Black while we are in this room, McKinnon,” he smirked, “And my kids are on a field trip for the afternoon, I volunteered to stay behind and finish marking some tests but... it seems something more pressing has come into my office.”

“It’s not an office it’s a classroom,” Marlene retorted.

“Professor.”

“What?”

His hand tangled into her hair, “You forgot to call me Professor, or Sir. Whichever suits you best.” He pulled on her hair and Marlene let out a simple, betraying her cool exterior. “That’s what I thought.” She didn’t have anything else to say, she licked her lips and looked up to him, “And I believe, you should be punished for talking back to me.”

“Okay,” she breathed, he tugged her hair harder and raised his eyebrows. She realized what she had said, “I mean.. Yes, Sir.” Marlene felt his erection stiffen on her thigh, it didn’t take much to turn him on, her lips twitched into a smile and her hand went to play with the outside of his pants, he growled into her ear and began kissing her neck, sloppily, but she knew he couldn’t help himself, he picked her up and plopped her onto the desk, she spread her legs and moved herself back, looking at him, watching him examine her and go between her face and looking at her now very exposed thighs. “Are you going to punish me, Professor? Maybe I could make it up to you?”

His hands went up her skirt and his lips found hers again, hungry and wanting to taste her. She moaned into the kiss, letting his hands ghost over her core, she felt herself getting wet at just the lightest touch, and felt his smirk in their kiss as he could feel her warmth and her need. “I think we can work something out, Miss McKinnon,” he said once he pulled away from her again. This time he took a few steps back, “Take your clothes off.”

She looked at him innocently, “All of them?”

“Now,” Sirius demanded.

She did as she was told, getting off the desk and removing article after article until she was completely naked. Marlene decided to tease him a little, she looked down at herself and ran her fingers over her body, circling her nipples and playing with them between her fingers, “Now what, Professor Black?”

It was clear that Sirius was trying hard to keep up the facade when all he wanted was to fuck her. Marlene squeezed her breasts then let go, letting them jiggle as they fell into place. “Fuck,” Sirius muttered under his breath.

“What was that professor?” She feigned innocence again.

“Good girl,” he cooed, something that instantly made her stomach tighten, and warmth grow through her, God she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “Now come and take these ridiculous pants off for me.” He gestured to him, she considered denying his request but saw how tight they had become as his member grew harder, desperate for release. She went over to him, slowly got onto her knees and then took her time unbuckling his belt. A low growl emitted from her boyfriends throat, “Do it faster.” She did. In no time at all, his pants and boxers were around his ankles and his cock sprang to life. “You know what to do,” he told her. She licked her lips and pushed him all the way down her throat, nearly choking herself. He moaned, his hands grabbed her hair and pushed himself further into her. This time she did choke, he let up a little but she didn’t let him leave her mouth completely. He tasted divine. Her tongue flicked over his balls and she began bobbing her head, she looked up to him and he was looking down at her, clearly enjoying the sight. But it only lasted a minute, before he pulled her hair until his rock hard cock popped out of her mouth.

“I wasn’t done,” she complained, but he kicked the pants off his ankles and marched her to the desk, throwing her towards it.

“Bend over,” he instructed. Her breasts touched the cold wood of the desk, she wiggled her butt in the air and her hands grasped either side of the desk, while her head turned just enough to see the lust on his face. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his finger teased her clit before slipping inside of her, feeling how wet and ready for him she was. “Perfect.”

Without another thought, he slammed himself deep inside of her. They both moaned loudly at the feeling. Marlene was filled up perfectly by him and her grip on the desk tightened. “Fuck,” she said as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

“What was that?” He asked, pulling out but not reentering this time. “Did you want something Miss McKinnon?”

He was bluffing, she knew he was. He wanted this just as much as she did, but she didn’t care. “Pl- please sir, fuck me. I deserve it for talking back. Fuck me hard and fast.”

He did. His cock rammed into her so hard, the entire desk banged against the wall loudly, it didn’t stop either of them. She whimpered and he did it again. He felt so good inside of her, she needed more, she pushed herself against him and they began moving in perfect rhythm with one another. They were both letting out profanities as she felt warmth through every single one of her limbs. Her fingers gripped the desk so tightly that they were going white, and her hips were surely getting bruised by repeatedly hitting the desk. But none of that mattered as much as the feeling of him inside of her. His fingers found her clit again and began stimulating it and she couldn’t remember how to even breath. A loud shrill voice filled the room that she did not even recognize as her own. She heard his grunt behind her and eventually heard him telling her to cum. Marlene knew it was because he was just as close as she was and he applied more pressure on her clit. An orgasm ripped through her entire body, she screamed out in pleasure and then felt him explode inside of her, filling her with his juice. He pumped into her more slowly a few times, while they both came down from their high. She panted and now could feel his sweaty body collapsing on hers, arms wrapping tightly around her and kissing her back in a million tiny kisses. “I love you,” he told her, still inside of her, not wanting leave the warmth of her body just yet.

She turned, he finally removed himself from her insides and she felt how full she was with his semen, it dripped down her legs, but she didn’t care, “I love you too,” she said, kissing his lips gently. Eventually Sirius leaned down to pass her clothes to her before pulling his own pants back up. Her legs were still shaking from her orgasm as she dressed. “How did- Are you going to get into trouble?” She asked, now having it dawn on her just how loud they were.

What she didn’t expect was his child-like grin and a wink, “Nah I think we are okay.”

“How?”

“James gave me a heads up,” he admitted, “I asked Clara to pretend to hit on me, she’s married, has some kids, not my type at all. Knew it would get you jealous. I already sound-proofed this room before you came and asked Clara to combine our classes for next period because I had an errand to run.”

Her jaw dropped open, “You- you?!”

Stepping closer to her, he ran his thought her hair and down her back, eventually resting it on her ass. He leaned down and kissed her again, “I don’t think you minded that much, Miss McKinnon?”

That, she could not argue with, but she still felt played, “I’ll see you at home, Professor. But you owe me.”

Sirius chuckled, “Oh I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.

#marlmckitten #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #blackinnon #au #marauders #smut #james potter #lily evans

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sawyer-elliot · 4 years ago

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Conflicting Feelings Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,717

Once class is over, I decide to go to the bar and report my findings to Sensei. That also means I have to deal with Shigaraki's attitude, but that could be kind of fun, I always loved pissing that asshole off. I walk down the street and see Bakugo walking alone. I know he told me to stay away but I do want to get to know him. If things go well, he'll become a powerful ally.

"Hey Bakugo, wait up!" I shout running over to him.

"Oh great, what do you want?"

"I just want to get to know you. I wasn't kidding when I said I thought we could be friends."

"So let me see, you're an asshole to me, then expect me to just be friends with you?"

"I wasn't the only one being an ass you know? You're not the friendliest either," I say as I cross my arms and give a fake pout. It's easy to pretend to be a helpless girl, especially when you know you could overpower anyone. He laughed a little. I looked up to see him staring down at me with a smile on his face, but not the friendly kind.

"I already told you to drop the act. If you want to be friends you have to show me who you really are. Anyways, just because you beat me in those stupid tests, doesn't mean that you could beat me in a fight. I'm not friends with weaklings." This asshole.

"I could too beat you!"

He leans down, towering over me, "Well then lets hope we have combat training tomorrow Speedy." He speeds up and walks away. Speedy? Did he think that was a good comeback? Speedy? Walking down the street to the bar, I can't help but think about him. Sure he's an asshole, but he was a cute asshole. As much as I liked his stupid face, I had a job to do. I turned down the dark alley, and knock on the door to the bar.

"Open the door Dry Skin, I don't have all day for you to find out what lotion is." The door opens to reveal a tall man with light blue hair and red eyes.

"What are you doing here Brat?"

"I'm here to talk to Sensei," I state pushing past him.

The computer screen lights up, "Y/N? Is that you?"

"Yes, Sensei."

"How was your first day at UA, anything interesting?" Sensei was kind but always sounded like he was an inch from death. I was nervous for the day he might die, that would mean I would have to listen to Shigiraki.

"It was fairly boring. I couldn't find much being the first day, but I did meet someone who could help us. His name is Katsuki Bakugo. He has quite the temper and ego. Paired with his quirk, he could be a fierce ally."

"Good job y/n. Gain the boy's trust, and he will soon join us. Now go home and get some rest, I'm sure you've had a long day."

"Yes Sensei," I say bowing to the computer. Turning around to face Shigaraki, "See you soon Dry Skin." Leaving the bar I was excited about tomorrow. I couldn't wait to impress Sensei. This was my first real assignment and would be a very important one.

Time Skip

After our core classes, we went to hero training. Aizawa explained to us that we would be doing real combat today and gave us our costumes. I looked up at Bakugo who glared at me. It's on pretty boy. Putting on my costume, it felt great. It was my "hero costume" but would soon be a villain costume. I slipped on the fishnet leggings first, then the small suit. The skin-tight black suit didn't cover much. It didn't have sleeves or legs and had a collar that went up to form a turtleneck. I kept the zipper in the front zipped down to form a V-Neck. The fabric was a sort of leather but was more durable, I couldn't quite figure it out. I shrugged and slipped on my thigh-high black boots. They had a slight heel that almost worked like a cleat to give me more traction as I ran. It was then that I saw the f/c lines going down the side of the suit. The small belt around my waist would be good for holding different weapons when I would actually need the suit, but for now, it had no use so I left it in the case. I slipped on the fingerless gloves and looked in the mirror. Honestly, it looked hot.

I walked to the training ground to see All Might. It took a lot not to kill him then and there, but I knew I would never hear the end of it from Shigiraki. He informed us that we would be on teams of two, with one team of three. One team would be heros and the other villains. The heros had to catch the villains or get the weapon the villains were hiding, and the villains had to outlast the heros or capture them. All Might pulled for slots, and I was paired with a girl named Uraraka.

"Hi, I'm Ochaco Uraraka!"

"Oh hi, I'm y/n l/n. This looks like it will be fun!" All Might revealed that we would be the heros, with Bakugo and Iida as the villains. Funny. Uraraka and I made our way over to the building we would be fighting in. "So based on his personality, I think that Bakugo will split and come after one of us. I'll distract him and you can go get the weapon."

"Sounds like a plan! Let's do this!" I could tell how excited Uraraka was. She was so positive it made me want to throw up. All Might told us that it was time to begin, and we went inside. Just as I thought, Bakugo appeared around the corner.

"Remember how I said I would beat you yesterday? I was serious." He came running at me as Uraraka ran away to find the weapon. I let him get close to me with a powerful right hook as I charged up a bit. As he swung at me, I used my quirk to run behind him and dodge him. Before he could figure out where I was, I jumped into the air and came down planting my feet into his back. The force caused a dent in the floor. I placed one foot on his back and one on the ground as I leaned into his ear.

"What was that again? You talk a lot of game for someone so slow." He turned his body under my foot and shot a blast that sped to avoid. This game of cat and mouse went on for a while. I hoped this boy would show that he had enough power to outsmart me, but all it took was a little speed to get him running in circles. He threw one shot at me and I sped behind him, coming face to face with another blast. The idiot finally figured it out. The blast launched me against the wall. He walked over to me with a smirk.

"You have a lot of talk for someone with one move." he leaned down and stuck out a hand mocking me. "Do you need help up princess?" There was a hint of victory in his eyes. I lifted my arm with a smirk, shooting a bolt of lightning at him. I stood up and walked over to him.

"Need help princess?" He blasted himself up off the ground and pinned me against the wall behind us. He stared into my eyes. He was closer than I think he wanted to be as a slight showing of pink appeared on his face. All I have to do is get this tape around your hand and I win Pretty Boy. I grabbed the tape out of my pocket staring into his eyes. I leaned forward and with one hand, I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him. The warmth of his lips on mine felt... good. I could've stayed like that for a while, but I had a job to do. Before he could figure out what was happening, I wrapped the tape around his hands. "Gotcha."

As his face pulled away from mine, I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed the kiss, but I could also see how mad he was. "You're a dirty bitch you know that?"

"Yeah yeah, I had to find some way to get you out of my way while I win this thing." As I walked away I couldn't help but blush. I'm supposed to be using this guy, but honestly, I was falling for him.

Time Skip

After watching our other classmates go, we walked back to the locker rooms to change. Bakugo had stayed quiet after our match and didn't really talk to anyone. I couldn't help but care a little, walking up to him. "Are you ok? You've been quiet for a while." For the first time in a long time, I wasn't faking caring.

"Why would you care?" He snapped back. Maybe I hurt him more than I thought I had.

"Just 'cause I'm an asshole doesn't mean I have feelings. I'm sorry about the ki-"

"Shut up," he cut me off, "don't act like you care about me. You're nothing but a bug in my way. Take your slutty costume and get out of my face." His words stung. This was the first boy who had changed how I acted, even just for a second. What am I doing? I couldn't care less about him. Right? I stepped back and staring at the ground as I walk. I saw him look back and walk next to me again. "Sorry." The word nearly knocks me over. "I had no right to yell at you like that. I didn't mean to hurt you." We walk in silence for a moment.

"Do you want to come to my house after school?" I'm not sure what his answer will be, but I hope it's a yes.

"Tch. Sure." That was all he said before walking away into the locker room.

a/n: sorry about the bad fighting. I'm not very good at writing fights.

#bakugou x fem!reader #baku #bakugou #bakugo #bakugou x you

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cruecifymesixx · 5 years ago

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Love and Leather /part fifty sixx/

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: I’m going to have a lot of fun with the next few chapters! but enjoy! feed back is always appreciated.

Warnings: minimal angst, language, drug use, Tommy falling in love again

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*flashback, October 1986*

Nikki had invited me to a Halloween themed party the band was throwing. I had just parked my car in front of Nikki’s house, walking up the steps to his front door. People were all around outside as someone stumbled out the front door, throwing up in the bushes. I stepped past him, walking inside his house. Every square inch of his house was stuffed full with bodies, Alice cooper was blaring throughout the house. I can’t fucking stand Alice Cooper and I hate how Nikki worships the ground he walks on.

I stepped off to the side, going to the bathroom as some dude was getting blowed, “Get out.” I demanded. The chick on her knees quickly got up, wiping her bottom lip as she left.

“Van, what the fuck?” I looked at the guy who was leaning against the wall, wearing a mask as he took it off, “You totally just cock blocked me.” Vince pouted as he quickly tucked his dick back into his pants.

“I’m saving you, she was ugly.” I retorted, “Can you like leave? I need to go to the bathroom.”

He smirked, “Are you just gonna leave me hanging?” Vinny questioned, motioning to his extremely visible hard on.

“Yes I am. Now get out.” I gave him a light push out the door as I quickly slammed it, locking it shut.

I groaned, taking off this stupid white halo as it was hurting my head. I decided to go with the oh so original slutty angel costume. Mainly because it was last minute just like this party. I touched up my make up, making sure my lipstick was good to go. I tousled my hair before putting the halo back on.

I walked out the bathroom, getting shoulder checked by some chick who walked past me. I exhaled as I continued walking through the house. I didn’t see giant black hair sticking out like a sore thumb so I went outside to his backyard. It was more crowded then the inside if that’s even possible. Half naked chicks were frolicking around in the pool while half naked chicks danced for a group of guys outside in the lounging area Nikki had created.

I let out a pouty huff, where the fuck is he?

I felt two hands wrap around my waist, “You look a little lost? Need some help?” I smiled as I rested my hands on top of his.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Nikki Sixx, bassist of Mötley Crüe, you know him? He told me to meet him here.”

His chuckle was low in my ear, lips pressed against the skin, “Nikki Sixx? Never heard of him. Can you describe him for me?”

I rested my head against his clavicle as I watched the party goers, some chicks giving me the stink eye, “Well, you couldn’t miss him. He has this huge mass of black hair that you can’t tame no matter how hard you try. He’s tall, like six foot or something. Has a few tattoos on his body, my favorite are the lips on top of his hip. I usually kiss it before I go down on him-“

His laughter vibrated my body as he held me tighter, pressing his lips to my shoulder now, “And what else, doll?”

I hm’d out loud, “Oh, and he has such beautiful eyes but he hides them behind his hair because he’s shy.”

“I am not shy!” Nikki yelped as he turned me around, still keeping his arms wrapped around my body.

I laughed, “You’ve even told me you’re shy!” My eyes flickered up to the red horns on top of his head, then down to the red cape and pitchfork he was also holding, “How ironic.”

“More like iconic, isn’t it fitting?” He questioned, eyes checking out my costume, I mean my tits that were about to fall out of my dress.

“An angel? You know they’re innocent, right?” He muttered as he played with my halo and wings I was wearing.

“Well, the Devil was once an angel too Nikki.”

He smiled as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, “I could always take you to hell with me, Princess.”

I stood up on my tip toes as I pecked his lips, “Very tempting offer, but I’m okay here in the purgatory.”

Nikki laughed, returning the kiss as he rested his hand around the back of my neck, “Vanity, with the sins you’ve committed being around me, you’ll be right by my side in hell.”

*end flashback*

“You want to be an angel for Halloween?” I asked, looking down at Arianna as she handed me a costume. She nodded, smiling widely at me.

“Okay then.” I muttered putting it in the basket as we walked around the Halloween store.

It’s a few weeks from Halloween and Arianna found out from the help of her lovely uncle Tommy that kids get candy for free, so like any small child would react she’s been itching for the day we go trick or treating.

“Mommy, uncle Tee-Tee coming back?” I looked down at Arianna again, seeing her holding the teddy bear Tommy had given her.

I looked down at my watch, “I think he’ll be getting off the plane in a few hours, pumpkin.”

Tommy and Arianna had a unique bond, and when I say bond I mean he brings her toys and princess dresses to win her affection. Our relationship was still the same, he was still T-bone and I’m still Van to him. We didn’t have to talk about the night we spent together the next morning, it didn’t cause a blimp in the universes timeline. It was okay.

I bought Arianna’s costume and a few decorations for the house and we were soon on our way back home.

I unlocked the door, hearing soft country being played over the stereo, “Auntie! Grandma!”

My eyes popped out of their sockets as I saw Clementine and my mother sitting on my couch, chatting over a cup of tea, “Mom? Wha-What are you doing here?” I questioned, taking off my sunglasses and putting the bags on the table.

“I came to see my beautiful little granddaughter! Hi babygirl!” Mom smiled as Arianna ran over to her and hugged her legs, mom quickly picking her up and devouring her cheeks in kisses.

“Your mom and I were just talking about some hilarious stories about you, Van.” Clementine chirped, smirking at me as she did so.

“She did?! Mom!” I yelled as I took off my jacket.

“Say mommy, inside voice.” Mom told Arianna, she attempted but it came out a gibberish mess.

“I had some free time and wanted to come see you and Ari. My cruise ship leaves from the city in two days so I thought I’d spend them with you two, and Clementine.”

“Hi auntie.” Arianna said, mom putting her down as she went over and gave Clem a hug.

“Okay, but a little warning would be nice. You can’t just show up to my house unexpected....” I pointed out as she gave me a stern look.

“You mean, the house I bought you?” Mom stated, eyebrow raised as I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

“How was your flight?” I questioned as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, moving strands of hair out of my face.

“It was wonderful, I took my happy pill and fell asleep.”

I stared at her, and then at Clementine as she was trying not to laugh at my discomfort, “Must be nice.” I muttered.

“You’re lucky. Your grandparents are coming on the cruise with me and they wanted to see you too. But I vouched for you and said that Arianna was sick and it wasn’t the best time.”

I smiled, “Thanks mom, I don’t need grandma trying to give me a book on how to raise a child again, or grandma telling me I should be putting her in dresses and bows and ruffles.” I shook my head.

“I know, I know. Grandma is a bit overbearing but they send their love.”

After a few hours of catching up and mom going on and on about how the company is doing and how I should move to Texas so I can work with her, my mother cornered me in the kitchen as I made another pot of coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich for Arianna.

“Mom, do not start. I already know what you are going to say.” I said, flipping the sandwich in the pan.

I heard the barstool scrape against the tile, “Oh? And what am I going to say since you can read my mind?”

I rolled my eyes, clenching down on my jaw, “ ‘Oh sugar, you should really reach out to Arianna’s father. I’m sure he would like to know his child.’” I mocked her voice as I heard a chuckle come from her.

“Well have you?” She questioned as I turned around and faced her.

“No, I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

Mom sighed, “Sweetheart, you will never be ready to have that talk with Nikki. I just think the more you wait, the more likely it won’t go well.”

I nodded, “Yeah, okay I got it.”

I’m just, I’m not ready to talk to Nikki again. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye without becoming a trembling ball of emotions and tears. He has a hectic life already, I don’t think he would be ready or prepared for the bombshell I would drop on him.

I was luckily saved by a knock on the door, pausing to get it as I heard Arianna gasp.

“Well I wonder who that could be?” I asked her as she smiled at me and ran to the door. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach the door knob as I opened it up for her.

“Uncle Tee-Tee!” She shouted, hugging Tommy’s legs.

“Well hey there angel, I missed you so much.” Tommy spoke with glee as he picked her up and held her in his arms, “Look what I brought for you!” He smiled as he showed her a pink monkey that had a princess crown on it.

“What do you say Ari?” I spoke to her as she looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Tank you.” She said quietly as Tommy let her down and gave her the new toy.

“Hey princess.” He replied, stepping through the door and closing it before he engulfed me in a hug.

“Uh...oh...Mrs. Blackwood...uh what a surprise?” He said, clearing his throat as he stood up a bit taller.

Mom raised her eyebrow at me, “Thomas, what a surprise to see you too. You visit Vanity often?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, when he is able to he does.”

“Hi Clementine.” Tommy went over and gave her a hug as she mouthed ‘what the fuck’ to me.

“Personal space, please.” She told him through gritted teeth, patting his shoulder too.

“I missed you too.” He retorted with a sly grin as he sat down next to her.

“Why? I met you briefly last time.” Clementine was dumbfounded at his words as she glanced over at me.

“So, why’s he here?” Mom whispered to me as I looked over at her, “What do you mean?”

She chuckled a bit, “Are you dating him now?” I shook my head instantly.

“What? No? He’s just like one of my best friends mom. He’s Arianna’s uncle. He found me because your son has a huge mouth and blabbed to Tommy where I was.” I explained as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“He’s way nicer then Nikki.” Mom clarified as I rolled my eyes, “...how do you know he won’t tell him?”

I sighed, “Cause I trust him. And I know he won’t because he also knows how many problems it would cause. He gave me his opinion and thought I shouldn’t be hiding Arianna. But I’m not even hiding, I live in one of the biggest entertainment cities in the world. It wouldn’t be hard for one picture to get out and Nikki would be out here at the drop of a dime. But that hasn’t happened yet and it won’t.”

Mom again raised an eyebrow at me, “Then how come you feel the need to defend your choices?”

I stared at her, “I...I’m...leave me alone.” I giggled as she smiled at me.

“Well, I will let everyone catch up. Sweetheart, would you and Arianna like to have dinner with me tonight? I am not going to chuckie cheeses though.” Mom asked as she grabbed her purse and started putting on her jacket.

I nodded, “We would be more then thrilled. Wait. Just us right? Not grandma and pops?” I clarified as she nodded.

“Yes sugar, just me, you and Arianna.” Mom added with an extra chuckle. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Bye sweet pea. I’ll see you later.” Mom said as she bent down and gave Ari a kiss on top of her dark brown locks.

“Bye Clementine. Bye Thomas.” She was kind before walking out my front door. I closed it and turned around as I laughed.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled to myself as I ran my hand over my face. I love my mom to death, but she gives me a headache sometimes.

“Ari, I think it might be nap time.” I told her as she looked up at me, showing me her toy monkey as she rubbed her eyes.

“Sweet dreams pumpkin.” Clementine smiled at her as Tommy put his hand out for a high five. I picked her up and took her to her bed as she got snuggled up under the blankets. I closed her blinds just a tad before leaving her door ajar.

“So yeah, like I was saying. You should totally like take me on that tour now.” Tommy was currently pressing Clementine as I sat down in the leather recliner.

“Maybe you should Clemmy...just get it over with already so he stops bugging you.” I pointed out as she gave me the middle finger.

“Tommy I’m sure you’re tired from the flight and-“ He put his hand up to quiet her, “I put my eye mask on and slept like fucking rock. I’m good to go for however long you want.” He explained, giving her a wink as she pretended to gag.

“In your dreams.” She snapped back as I let out a chuckle and flipped on the TV.

“Yeah, you were in my dreams today.”

Good lord. I’m going to fucking puke. I turned off the TV and stood up, “Clementine, you are going to take T-bone on a small tour of the city. Nothing to crazy just show him whatever you think is cool. Tommy, stop annoying her with the cheesy remarks. I am tired and I would like to take a nap too. So please, I love the both of you but get out of my house.”

Clementine bit down on her lip, “Fine, c’mon Tommy. But we’re getting coffee along the way.” She glared at me as I stuck my tongue out at her.

T-bone was smiling like a god damn idiot as he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me.

“Wish me luck.” Clementine said as she pulled on her denim jacket and opened my front door.

“Good luck, cause you’re going to need it.” I smiled as I closed my front door and locked it shut after they left. I groaned grabbing the black fuzzy blanket that rested on the back of the couch as I buried my face into the decorative pillow and hoped to doze off for at least a few hours.

*Tommy’s POV*

I was bouncing with joy as I would finally get someone one on one time with Clementine. That chick was so fucking fine. She’s so cool. She had dyed teal hair, she wears glasses and she’s wearing this cute little skirt with fishnet stockings and a pair of black combat boots. Her jean jacket has some cool patches and pins on it too.

I held the passenger side door open for her as she mumbled a thanks to me.

“Are you always this jumpy? Or is it like the coke?” She questioned as I watched her put on chapstick one the mirror, fuck pay attention to the road Tommy!

I laughed a bit, “I’m straight darling, just drinking for me.”

She nodded as she picked strings from her fishnet stockings, “Where are you taking me?”

I shrugged, “Well, I dunno. You’re the one suppose to be taking me on a tour, remember? I glanced over at her but she was looking out the car window.

“Well, there’s a few bars or the coffee shop me and Van go to a lot.”

I smiled, feeling my heart beat faster and faster every time she talked.

“Just show me the direction babe.”

She looked over at me, adjusting her glasses, “Well which one? Bar if you want to unwind or relax with coffee and stuff our faces with donuts or cinnamon rolls as big as our heads?”

I don’t care! I just want to get to know you

“The coffee shop sounds good.” I answered her as she smiled, “Cool, cause I wanted cinnamon rolls.”

Clementine gave me directions which was only about a twenty minute drive from Vanity’s place. We pulled along side this quirky little shop that was tucked away underneath all the skyscrapers. I quickly put it in park, shutting off the car as I got out and opened up Clementines door before she had the chance to. I then jogged to the coffee shop door and held that open for her too.

She smiled, “Thanks Tommy.”

I smiled, as she walked in front of me a huge gust of wind came between us. She held the bottom of her skirt by her fingertips. I cursed at God for it.

We walked up to the counter an a little old Italian woman with ‘Rita’ on her name tag approached us, “The usual Clem? Where is your pretty little friend at?”

I looked down at Clementine and she chuckled, “Shes at home with Ari. This is one of her friends Tommy I’m showing him around the city today. But the usual is fine. Oh! With an extra shot please and thank you.”

“What’s the usual?” I asked curiously

"Large iced Caramel Macchiato and Cinnamon roll with maple icing." She shrugged. " ...Or an egg and Cheese sandwich if I'm here in the morning."

“I’ll take all of it.” I retorted, sliding one of my credit cards over to Rita.

Clementine stared at me as she shook her head, “What? No no it’s not a date I can pay for this. Find what you wanna try.”

I sighed as I looked over the menu, “Can I just have a hot chocolate with extra whip cream and a cinnamon raisin bagel with extra extra cream cheese?” I ordered, still handing my card over.

Clementine led us to a corner table by the window. I glanced around at the mismatched orange walls and all the different art hanging. White stringed lights and plants also dangled around the ceilings, “So you come here with Van? It’s very…different then the coffee shops back in California.”

Clementine nodded, “Yeah, every Saturday and birthday. But I usually come by myself every other day.”

“I dig it.” I picked up the knife and spoon and began drumming against the table, “So…Clemmy, can I call you that? Tell me about yourself. All I know is that you’re Arianna’s babysitter and you like to paint.”

“Isn’t that enough for you to know?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at me.

I shook my head, “No, I want to know all about you. Everything.”

“All I know is you're Tommy Lee whose in that one band and Vans close friend.” She mumbled, eyes rolling as she looked out the window.

“Mötley Crüe, and I was born in Greece, my favorite color is yellow, I like fast cars and beautiful women.” I chuckled as she seemed very unamused with me.

“Fine, I’ll play this stupid game. I’m from Ohio, I love dark red and black. I don’t like your band or the likes yours, not my thing.”

“Where at in Ohio? I’ve been there a lot..” I questioned as Rita brought our drinks and food over over, “Dark colors? Wow, wouldn’t of guessed.” My eyes wandered down her outfit again, “…and what’s wrong with bands like mine?”

“..And there’s nothing wrong with bands like yours it’s just not my taste I’m more of a whoa is me Cure and Smiths with some punk bands.“

“I like the Smiths.” I took a quick sip of my hot chocolate, “If you’re from Ohio then how’d you get to New York?”

She shrugged, "I had a scolarship for art school, and ran off.” She cut into her cinnamon roll and took a bite.

I tilted my head to the side, “Ran off? Why?”

“Didn’t wanna stay there forever.” She quickly spat out as she took another bite of her food.

I nodded, “Oh well I’m sorry. Where’s your parents?”

“Hell if I know or care. They didn’t wanna be parents after I was like three months old. Left me with my grandparents and never came like a little orphan annie. Let me guess yours are together and have a great marriage?”

I nodded slowly again, “They argue sometimes…”

She became more interested in her food then she did with me. I cannot fuck this up. My mind is going to explode. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to derail this conversation about childhood traumas, “Um…what’s your favorite animal?”

She glanced at me for a quick second, a small smirk hiding behind the coffee cup she was holding, “Cats, but I like dogs too. I had a pet snake once with my college roommate.”

I nodded, “Snakes are fucking rad. I like tigers and bears. Love dogs but hate cats.”

She huffed, “Well, guess we are doomed then.”

I peeked up in my chair, “There’s a we?”

She rolled her eyes, taking off her glasses as she wiped them with the bottom hem of her shirt, “Not like that. This isn’t a date Tommy.”

“Then how come you don’t like me?” I fired back at her as she seemed surprised.

“I said this wasn’t a date, I’m not stupid Tommy you’re best buds with Nikki and I have heard plenty of stories from Vanity. I’m not gonna be some fling for there to be some song about.” She expressed as I let out an annoyed huff.

“What makes you think you’d even get a song written about you?”

She stared at me for a moment, licking the maple icing off her bottom lip, “I’m just so crushed.” She pretended to fake cry, “I do not care. I’m not gonna let myself get wrapped up in charming looks and excitement.” Clementine snapped back as I chuckled.

I batted my eyelashes, leaning my elbows into the table with my head in the palm of my hands, “So, you think I’m charming?”

Clementine smiles at me, “Oh god..”

“Well I think you’re pretty cute yourself.” I smiled cheekily, as I took the last bite of my bagel.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee, “Yeah, thanks.”

After coffee and breakfast foods, I wanted to check out Central Park. As many times I’ve been to New York I have never really explored the city. It was just getting drunk and high at the hotel and then going to the arena for a concert. Clementine was walking ahead of me, taking pictures with a disposable camera she kept in her bag. I saw some guy sitting on a bench selling roses from a cart. I purchased one and waltzed over to Clementine, tapping her shoulder “Here, for you.”

“It ain’t as red as your cheeks right now.” I snickered as she looked away from me, her cheeks absolutely flushed with a crimson shade. She gently took the rose from my fingertips and brought it up to her nose.

“Th-Thanks.” She mumbled, trying to downplay her smile.

“You’re welcome.” I said proudly, quickly snatching her camera from her hands and taking a picture of her.

“Tommy! Stop! I look terrible and you’re just gonna waste my film!” Clementine shouted, trying to reach for her camera

“Says who?”

“Me that’s who. I didn’t even put effort, hoping you’d bail or something.”

I tilted my head to the side, “I think you look beautiful.” I spoke softly, walking side by side down the pathway, “You really thought I’d bail?”

She pushed her glasses up as I snapped another picture of her, “Stop! You’re wasting my film.”

“I’ll get you more don’t worry! Maybe I see the draw to taking pictures now.” I retorted, pointing the camera at the landscape around us.

She goes to take it from him before getting pulled close and her angled it towards them snapping a picture.

She attempted to take it from me again, this time I wrapped my arms around her waist and snapped a picture of us, “Okay! Okay! Camera back now.” She ordered, holding her hand out as I grabbed the Polaroid and started shaking it.

“I’ll keep that on my mirror at every show.” I expressed as she rolled her eyes and looked away from me.

It was a comfortable silence between us with only the sound of a light breeze and some kids yelling and having fun.

“Anything else you’d want to see?”

I nodded, “Maybe your house?”

She chuckled, “Yeah, okay Tommy.”

When we got back to her apartment complexes she unlocked the door and let me in. I looked around, the walls covered in photography and some art work. Some Barbie rolls were scattered around the floor, I’m assuming from Arianna. Left over pizza boxes rested on the table as well as a bag of paint brushes and some bottles of paint.

“You should hire a maid…” I muttered quietly as she sat down on the couch in front of me.

“Well, not all of us are rich and oh so famous.” She said as she started going through her answering machine:

‘Clementine! It’s Van! Guess fucking what! My mom offered to watch Arianna for the night to give me a break and so I can have a night out! Let’s go to that club you were telling me about and get drunk! Call me back when you get the message! How was your date with Tommy? Did you let him get to second base at least?! Love you bye!’

“Second base, huh?” I giggled as I sat down adjacent from her.

“God, Vanity is so embarrassing sometimes. Has she always been outspoken like this?” Clementine questioned as I chuckled.

“Yes actually, she has. She’s been in more bar fights then the band as a whole has. She was always getting in trouble with either someone else or with Nikki.” I sighed, remembering all the fun we use to have with her.

“So fill me in, was their relationship as bad as she’s said? All the fights? That all happened?” Clementine asked as I nodded.

“Oh yeah! So many fucking fights! Like screaming at each other, saying mean things just to get under each other’s skin. It was bad. Van and Nikki didn’t get together until he was sober. They were really only officially boyfriend and girlfriend for like a year.” I breathed out as she nodded.

“Did they even love each other? I mean, if you fight like that it doesn’t seem like it. Relationships aren’t suppose to be like that.” She shrugged as she picked at her already chipped nail paint job.

“Well, I think they did love each other. Even before they knew they wanted one another. It was Uh, complicated ya know? Vanity is, well vanity and Nikki’s Nikki. They’re both stubborn, hot headed, emotional. But they were passionate about one another. She was his safe place and he was her…he was her everything. Vanity Blackwoods’ heart beat for Nikki Sixx. Truly thought they were gonna be together forever.”

I should kick his ass again.

“You want a beer? Soda?” Clementine asked as I shook my head, “Water is fine.” She quickly got up and came back to the living room with a bottle of water for me and a sprite for her.

“Then why’d he do it? If he loved her so much? She doesn’t talk about it much now. But while she was pregnant she did, I think it was all the hormones. She cried over him like every day, more so when she had a doctors appointment.”

I took a swig, “I don’t know. I’m not Nikki, but he kept saying I don’t know over and over and over. He cried over her too. Didn’t feel sorry for him one bit, but he was in fucking pain. He didn’t shower for a few weeks, hardly ate too.”

*Flashback, Tommy’s POV*

“Yo! Nik! Where you at?! You missed rehearsal for the show tomorrow.” I yelled as I walked into his house.

I heard paws running to me as Anarchy approached me, “Hey pretty girl Where’s Sixx?” She wagged her tail and barked.

“Nikki!” I yelled again as I started walking through the house. Dishes were piled high in the sink, the trash can was over filled and it smelt. I noticed Anarchy’s bowl was out of water so I filled it up and filled up her food bowl too. I patted her back as she started eating.

I walked into the living room, seeing glass shattered everywhere and the couches flipped upside down. Art that was hanging on the walls were now ripped to complete shreds. Clearly he had some fun redecorating.

“Nikki?” I called for him at the bottom of the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I started walking up them. I noticed the bands gold records plaques were smashed on the hardwood, same with the neck of a bass.

I pushed open his bedroom door and saw him laying in the middle of the bed, curled up in a ball clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Jesus, Nikki. Get up.” I said as I walked over to the curtains to let some light in.

I heard him groan as his face was buried in the booze and the blankets, “Sixx, this is not what we fucking do. Get up!” I yelled at him, pulling on his ankle but he tried kicking me.

“Fuck you and get out of my house!!” He yelled, well slurred as he tried sitting up.

“Oh no, we aren’t starting this. You need to get up you fucking reek! Get your ass in the shower!”

“Just leave me alone, Tommy! Get out!” He yelled again, stumbling to his feet until he tripped over them and fell to the ground.

“You’re fucking drunk?! You really think Vanity is gonna come back if she hears you aren’t sober anymore!?” I shouted, looking down at him as I saw his bottom lip quiver.

“Nikki…I-“ I couldn’t even get a word out before he bursted out into full blown tears. I sighed, getting down on the floor next to him.

“She-Shes not coming back! She finally fucking left! She’s never gonna speak to me again!” Nikki sobbed as he reached for the bottle and took a long sip. He didn’t even flinch, he drank it like it was water.

“What’s the point of being sober if she ain’t fucking here Tommy! For the music?! For the fans! Fuck it all! I don’t give a shit anymore!” He yelled at me before throwing the half empty bottle at the wall. He buried his face in his knees as I heard him let out a sob.

“I fucking need her Tommy! You-you don’t understand!” His voice cracked as he vented his frustrations. I scooted over to him, slinging my arm over his shoulders as I attempted to comfort him.

“I know man, I know. But you’re sober because we can’t have you dying on us again. I know you’re hurting right now but Sixx, this isn’t the way to deal with it.” I calmly spoke as he continued to sob.

“What am I suppose to do without her? She-she’s…I need her so much. I can’t fucking think straight without her. I fucking hate this!” He exclaimed, choking on his own breath in the process.

“You’re in love man. Of course it’s going to hurt. But you can either sit here and mope around or you can clean yourself up and try to move on..”

He stared at me like I had spoken another language, “Move on?! How do I move on from Vanity?! She’s been by my side through everything! Every party, every moment, every album, every god damn milestone…and you want me to just move on?!”

I sighed, “You just gotta do it one day at a time Nikki. You made your bed, now it’s time to lay in it.”

*end flashback*

“Well that asshole fucking deserves it for all I care.” Clementine retorted as I chuckled.

“Maybe so, but Nikki can be a swell guy. Vanity knows that too, she’s just bitter at the moment. Plus, she’s in the wrong too by hiding Arianna from him.” I pointed out as she nodded in agreement.

“I know it’s wrong, keep telling her it’s gonna bite her in the ass one day. She says she’ll do it when she’s ready to see him.” Clem explained as I agreed with her.

I looked down at my watch, “Ah, crap. I gotta go. I told Nikki I’d call from the hotel for a band meeting. He’s already breathing down my neck for me flying out here often.” I said, standing up and putting on my jacket.

“Oh, okay….well I had fun today.” Clem spoke softly as she smiled up at me while she walked me to the door.

“Me too, maybe we can do it again?” I asked, slightly getting my hopes up as her lips began to tug into a playful smirk.

“How about you come out with us tonight? Meet us there or something. The club Vanity mentioned is Ivy’s it’s off of Broadway and 71st street.” Clementine suggested as she leaned against the front door.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll meet you girls there.” I smiled down at her as she nodded as I turned around and started walking to my car. She waved me off as I got into the car and started driving away.

I think I’m in love.

*later that night, Vanity’s POV*

I noticed Clementine was keeping her attention on the door as she kept giving me ‘uh huhs’ and head nods in response to everything i said.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I questioned as she turned her head and looked at me.

“Me? Oh, no, no, no I’m not waiting for anyone.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Then what did I just say to you?” I asked as she let out a huff.

“Fine, I invited Tommy.” I looked at her with astonishment as I let out a chuckle.

“Thought you didn’t like him? That he was some dirtbag rockstar?” I smirked as she shook her head.

“I had a lot of fun with him today actually. He’s such a sweetheart. I thought maybe him coming out for drinks would be fun for everyone.” She explained to me, eyes leaving mine and glancing over at the door again.

I sat back as we chatted some more, watching as Clementine tipped back a shot of cherry vodka, wiping her lips and smiling at me as I sipped on my vodka cranberry, “I’m really happy we were able to have a girls night! Your mom is so cool!”

I laughed, “My mom is not cool, but it is nice of her to watch Arianna so I can be an adult again.” I retorted as I listened to the music and watched everyone pass me by under the flashing blue and green strobe lights of the club. I sighed, it made me miss Los Angeles.

“Am I allowed to say I miss my child yet?” I asked over the loud music as Clementine rolled her eyes.

“No! You can miss her when she’s yelling about pancakes and your head is pounding. Do you want to dance?” She asked as I nodded.

I followed Clementine as we started moving to the beat of the music. It felt good to be out again, to be free even just for a few hours. The party scene in New York was way different then it was in California. A lot more classier if that’s even a way to describe it. Less leather and denim and more tight sequin skirts and hairspray.

Clementine glanced at me when ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ started playing through the speakers and women in the cages with thigh high leather boots started dancing more risqué then usual, “We can go outside for a smoke if you want?” She said in my ear as I shook my head.

I cleared the lump in my throat by chugging the rest of my drink quickly, “I’m just gonna go get another drink, okay?! Be right back!” I yelled over the loud music, Clementine holding up her drink as she continued dancing by herself.

I adjusted my hair, stepping over to the bar as I sat down, “Vodka soda, please.” I said, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but this song. But it’s like my ears were pinpointing every bass line just to torment me.

I felt a presence besides me, “Hey.” I turned to look at a dude who was standing a bit to close for comfort.

“Hello.” I turned my attention back to the bartender as I watched him make a drink that wasn’t mine.

“I’m Jason.” He attempted again as I turned to him and smiled.

“I’m not interested.”

I heard him laugh, “What if I buy your drink? Then would you be interested?” My lips tugged into a smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to take your chance and see.” I toyed as he slid a ten dollar bill across the counter just in time for when my drink was placed in front of me.

He grabbed my drink, trying to hand it to me as I attempted to take it but he quickly took it back. I glared as he smiled at me.

“What’s your name, doll?” Jason questioned as I stared at him.

“It’s Vanity, and don’t call me that.” I said, wrapping my hand around the cup as he let go of it. I took a sip and let my eyes wander. He had buzzed cut bleach blonde hair, tan skin which gave me the impression he wasn’t from here. He had dark chocolate eyes, a little five o’clock shadow. My eyes widened at the black ink around his neck. There was roses and a few skulls blended in. The ink traveled down his chest that was complimented by an unbuttoned black shirt. He was wearing basic blue jeans and dark leather boots.

“Shit, with how you’re checking me out you shoulda offered me a drink.” Jason chuckled resting his arm against the back of the chair I was sitting in.

I felt my face grow hot, “I-I wasn’t checking you out. I was just looking. I like your tattoos.”

He smiled, showing off his pearly whites again as he licked his lips, “That’s too bad. Because I was sure as hell checking you out. I saw you come in with your friend. You’re extremely attractive. You from here?”

I nodded, then shook my head, “I mean. No. I just live here. I’m from California. I mean I’m from Texas but I moved out here from California…” I explained, turning my attention back to my drink as I felt like a fucking idiot for trying to flirt with him, “Are you from here?” I asked, not bothering to meet the gaze I could already feel on me.

“I live in Brooklyn, but I’m Florida.” So that explained the beach boy hair and tan.

“Cool. I love Florida. Absolutely love Miami. Partied there a few times.” I told him as he nodded.

“Oh? So you like to party?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at me.

I took a sip, “I mean…yes. But I haven’t in a while I’ve been Uh…busy.” I laughed nervously.

“Would you want some blow?” He asked, stepping closer to me as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

My eyes flickered to his. I laughed a bit, “That’s very straight forward of you. Thanks, but no thanks… my friend is-“ I looked around for Clementine, searching for that teal blue mane in the crowd of blondes and brunettes, “Actually, I don’t know where my friend went…”

I felt his knuckles trail along the middle of my back, “Then i guess it shouldn’t matter than, huh? I have some real good shit.”

I swallowed my breath. A little bump wouldn’t hurt. Arianna was at home tucked away with my mom in the next room. And well, he wasn’t here to stop me.

“Come with me, my friend owns this place. We can go upstairs to the private section.” He said, putting his hand out for me as I tried fighting with both the devil and god that were perched up on my shoulders.

I licked my lips, “Okay…lead the way.” I said, grabbing onto his hand as he held it tight as he lead me through the crowd. The bouncers of the club addressed him by the name ‘pusher’ before they let us through to the secluded area.

“What’s that about?” I asked as he squeezed my hand gently and flashed me a smile.

“Just a nick name, Vanity.”

He lead me up a short flight of stairs until we were met with a few black painted doors. He opened it up for me and let me in. The air was filled with a mixture of cigarette and marijuana smoke as there was a few red leather couches and a round glass table in the middle with empty booze bottles and leftover white dust.

He lead me to a couch and sat down right next to me, his hand immediately resting on my bare thigh as he took a sip out of a beer bottle from the table. He reached down under the table and pulled out a small little black satchel.

“Is this like your hangout spot or something?” I questioned him as he turned his chin to me and gave me a quick glance.

“You ask a lot of questions.” I glared at the back of his head, “Sorry..” I muttered quietly as I watched him pull out a small baggie of cocaine.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, mouth watering as he evened a few lines on the table for us.

“You can either snort it, or we can shoot it. Your pick.” He said as my eyes then followed his hand as he was holding a capped needle.

My eyes widened. Oh god why did I do this!

“Oh…uh…I’ve never…I’ve never injected anything.” I stuttered as he gave me a smile.

“Injection is way better. Gets you a nicer high, but you can snort it if you want. But if you’re scared, I could inject it for you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “A better high?” I asked curiously as he nodded.

“Yes, like ten times better. You’re just wasting it when you snort it. It’s better to inject it.” He explained as he fumbled with the needle between his fingers, kinda like how Tommy plays with his drumsticks.

I swallowed hard, “Um…it’s gonna hurt? My um…he…it’s a better high?” I repeated myself, staring at the same exact type of needle that ripped him to shreds.

Jason chuckled as he kissed the side of my cheek, “You’re so cute. It’s like getting the flu shot. You’ll barely notice it.”

“Okay…yeah, can you do it for me?” I asked him as he gave me another quick smile before turning back to the table as I watched him melt the coke the same way I watched Nikki do it.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing my left elbow as he looked at my arm. I nodded as he took the cap of the needle, almost excruciatingly slow as he stuck the needle into my arm.

“This is coke right? Not heroin? I don’t like-“ I stopped talking as I felt it hit me harder than before. I felt like I was getting fucked by a god damn cloud of cotton candy. It was warm and it was inviting and fuck did it feel good, “Holy shit…” I muttered, watching him take the needle out of my arm as tiny specks of blood pooled to the surface. My eyes fluttered into the back of my skull as my whole body started to feel like sticky gum. It was delicious.

Jason smirked before snorting up the lines before leaning against the couch and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “No baby, I don’t do smack.”

I giggled a bit, “Good, you’re too cute to be doing that to yourself.”

“I um, I should uh go find Clementine.” I tried getting up but my legs felt numb. I sighed and just relaxed back into the couch.

“You want some more?” Jason questioned, rubbing his fingertips over my leg as his blown pupils stared down at me.

Before I could say anything, I heard a loud commotion getting closer, and then Clementine busting through the door with…fucking Tommy?!

“Vanity, I have been looking all over-“ “Ma’am you aren’t allowed up here.” A security guard was behind them as Tommy came into the room.

“T-bone!” I chimed, giggling as he stood at the doorway, glancing at the table full of drugs, Jason and then me.

“Relax Paul, they’re fine.” Jason waved them off as he motioned for Clementine to come into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Clem asked me as I stared at her, blank face.

“Clemmy, I was actually just coming to find you.” I said through slurred words as Tommy and Clementine looked at each other.

“This is Jason.” I motioned to him, resting my hand on his chest as Tommy rolled his eyes.

“C’mon cokey, lets go.” T-bone said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet.

“But Tommy-“ I whined until Clementine cut me off, “No Vanity, we’re leaving now. Say bye to Jason.”

“You want some babe? Might take the edge off.” Jason laughed, holding up the same bag of drugs.

“Fuck you asshole!”

“Clementine, don’t be rude!” I shouted, softly pushing her away from me as Tommy quickly grabbed my hands, “T, I’m fine. Look? I’m fine.” I said, getting out of his grasp as I felt the world spin around me.

“Vanity, do not start.” Tommy warned me.

“Can I have your number?” I asked Jason as he smiled, nodding at me as he reached into the same drug satchel and pulled out a card.

He handed it to me, “Numbers on the back. Call me any time you want babygirl.”

“Jesus.” Clementine groaned as Tommy and her led me out of the room and down the stairs, “Classy fucking drug dealer has a damn business card.” Clementine angrily told Tommy as he guided me down the stairs.

“We’re leaving Van.”

I pouted, “…Like leaving leaving or can I have another drink?” I giggled as they both stared at me.

“Get your ass out of the club, now.” Tommy said, beginning to lightly shove me through the crowd.

“Jeez, alright! I got the hint!” I shouted at him as the cool refreshing air from outside hit my face.

“We’re going to my house because you are not going home high to your mom.” Clementine ordered as we started walking.

I laughed, “Wouldn’t be the first time I went back home high.” I sighed as I walked behind them, “I feel fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah, well not with Arianna you’re not.” Tommy butted in as I sighed.

“Shit…” I groaned, running my hand through my hair.

“Vanity what the fuck were you thinking?!” Clementine started shouting at me, “You have a kid, don’t make it a habit.”

My eyes widened, “Whoa okay, Don’t be a bitch. I’m not a junkie. You’re being dramatic, Clemmy. It was literally just one time.”

Clementine rolled her eyes, taking my hand away from her arm, “Yeah, one time turns into all your money being blown on it and then you forget about your kid.”

I stared at her, “Oh my god! You’re being ridiculous! It was literally just one time! See!” I yelled taking the card Jason had gave me, ripping it to pieces before throwing it in the street.

Clementine kept her glare on me, “Whatever. You’re still staying at my house and you’re buying me pizza because I am starving.”

I nodded as I walked with her, “Jeez, you would have never survived hanging out with me and Tommy, huh T-bone?” I chuckled, looking back at him as he smiled.

“Eight balls snorted every fucking night, bottles and bottles of Jack Daniels. Some zombie dust. A fucking masterpiece.” Tommy quickly added on as I chuckled.

“And overdose too right? Didn’t that also happen to someone you two know?” Clementine quickly chimed in as I felt my smile drop from my lips.

“Okay…valid point, but he always overdid it.” Tommy mumbled as he looked at me, seeing how I wasn’t laughing anymore.

“So how was your guys date?” I questioned, wanting to change the subject as fast as I could.

“It wasn’t a date.” Clementine quickly announced as I smirked at her.

“Our date was lovely, she showed me some cool coffee shop and we went on a nice romantic stroll in the park. Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.” Tommy exclaimed as I looked over at Clementine, seeing her fair skin painted red across her cheeks.

“That’s wonderful T-bone, maybe dinner should be next.” I joked as he gave me a thumbs up.

“Didn’t mean time ruin your fun, Van. But Clementine did invite me out tonight. Wasn’t expecting to find you nose deep in dust, but you’ve always kept me on my toes when you’re under the influence.” Tommy explained as I shook my head, smiling up at him.

“…Sorry I did blow with a complete stranger. But I had a lot of fun tonight. I can’t even remember the last time I went out.” I smiled at Clementine as her stern look softened.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever the princess wants the princess gets.” She chuckled as I playfully hit her shoulder.

“I don’t always get what I want.” I clarified as she rolled her eyes.

“Just promise me you won’t do blow again. You’re rather bitchy on it.”

I grimaced, making an ‘X’ across my heart, “I promise, Clementine. Now can we get pizza? I am starving.”

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Me So Horny” Part 1

After the WWF show of the night in October of 1997, Shawn Michaels and a few other wrestlers, specifically ones he was friends with like Triple H and Billy Gunn, were walking down a hallway to the locker room, laughing and chatting away.

The WWF is a testosterone fest, how could it not be considering it has so many overtly muscular pro wrestlers?

Testosterone isn't just a steroid injected into someone, but also a hormone that helps men's sexual characteristics, including building muscle and growing body hair.

Keyword: sexual.

And being in a company notorious for having testosterone pumped men and even having beautiful, sexy, sexualized petite women was sure to raise these men's testosterone levels.

However, a lot of pro wrestlers on steroids, especially the super muscular ones that do look like they're on steroids like Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior, aren't that good looking and sexy to you.

Shawn, Billy and Triple H weren't much different backstage as they are in their newest WWF characters, Shawn and Triple H's newest characters being D Generation X and Billy being a member of the New Age Outlaws, who eventually would join D Generation X.

And tonight, they're acting much like the characters they're currently playing, but with the cameras not rolling (and without being rude and disrespectful to others).

Shawn was feeling super horny, so was Triple H and even Billy Gunn.

"We are some HORNY motherfuckers!" Shawn exclaimed, putting emphasis on the word "horny". "And we need a dirty, horny, naughty slut to fuck!"

Most of the other wrestlers probably don't wanna hear what Shawn said, considering they hate Shawn and what a disrespectful jerk he's been during his 90's heyday.

The ones Shawn was friends with, like Billy Gunn and Triple H, were shouting "yyeaaaaahhh!!!", having huge ear to ear smiles on their faces and high fiving Shawn.

Shawn and a few other wrestlers weren't just walking back to the locker room, you were too.

And they weren't the only ones who were horny, you were horny too.

How can you not feel horny?

Not only did you have a LOT of sex in 1997, sometimes with multiple people at the same time, but you're surrounded by so many hot, sexy men.

Seeing so many hot, sexy men in the WWF and sharing a locker room with them was making you horny.

The media doesn't turn you into a slut, hot, sexy men do!

Shawn was beautiful all year round, the sexiest he's ever been so far, Billy Gunn now has his long platinum blond hair back, and Triple H has his hair hanging down completely.

And those weren't the only hot men in the WWF right now.

As you and these other wrestlers had entered the locker room, you weren't the only slut in the WWF at the moment.

Sunny was perhaps the most popular woman in the WWF at that time, she basically started the WWF Diva/sexualized woman more about her beauty and sluttiness than her wrestling talent craze.

And she's notorious for being a slut and for fucking around with so many wrestlers.

And while she might be a beautiful woman, yes, and she's slutty, and I'm sure many of the other horny wrestlers in the locker room want a piece of her (and probably already have!), you don't want the wrestlers you want to bang tonight to do her tonight, at least first bang her.

Even though you do kind of like Sunny because she's beautiful, charismatic, stylish and slutty, you hate that she has to be the biggest slut in the WWF, because there should really only be one slut in the WWF, and that's you!

Then again, Sunny will sleep with anybody, and you have standards.

There are some wrestlers you won't have sex with.

Terri Runnels, who then was known as Marlena, was also in the WWF, but she's hooked up with Golddust and she isn't sexually promiscuous.

Sable is already married to Johnny Mero and she can keep him.

Chyna isn't quite Sunny, Trish Stratus, and Stacy Keibler in the beauty department either, especially considering so many men used to trash Chyna for looking like a man.

They could bang a ringrat or two, or even more, but some of these ringrats are just nasty and not all that pretty.

So I guess it's just you, and you want it to be you.

"We know who that slut is not named Sunny!" Shawn added and shouted, pulling you closer to his side while wrapping one arm behind the small of your back. "And that's y/n!"

The other wrestlers clapped back at him, shouting "yyyeaaaaaahhh!!!" while having ear to ear smiles.

You didn't mind being called a "slut", you even have a fetish for it.

You, too, had an ear to ear smile and you didn't mind being fucked by Shawn and other hot wrestlers that night.

"You in the mood to be fucked?" Shawn asked you.

"Hell yeah!" you replied.

The other wrestlers walking around you cheered "yyyeaaaahhh!", throwing their fists up in the air, some of them clapping their hands.

However, some of these wrestlers, you're not gonna bang tonight.

Sunny or some ringrats can bang them.

Maybe they can even imagine you doing it to them.

Plus, considering they've seen you get it on with other wrestlers, they probably think you have all kinds of STD's on you, and they don't wanna catch an STD from you, though Sunny and other ringrats are probably slutty too.

Once you were in the locker room, Shawn put his hands on your forearms and pushed you up against the lockers, albeit not violently and hard, and quickly leaned his face into yours, his lips landing and crashing onto yours.

Your eyes immediately closed once his lips locked on yours, and the two of you began making out with one another.

As the two of you were kissing each other, his tongue slid into your mouth like the cheeky fellow he is, and you were fine with his tongue sneaking into your mouth, you'd let your tongue get into his mouth as well (and it has been inside his mouth).

When he rammed his tongue in your mouth, your tongue shoved into his mouth as well, albeit not violently, and soon, your tongue and his tongue were licking each other, sliding and toppling atop of one another.

That wasn't all, since Shawn has such beautiful long locks, you moved your hand behind his head, managing to squeeze your hand between the locker and the back of Shawn's head, where your fingers ran down through his hair, his hair slipping down in between your fingers.

You love Shawn when his hair doesn't really look all that messy, and that's why you're running your fingers down his hair instead of letting your hand mess up his hair.

Shawn's hands snuck up your top, where his hands stopped at your tits, cupping your breasts, where he began caressing and squeezing your tits.

Your nipples were in between his index and middle fingers, where he squeezed your nipples a bit sometimes.

The top you were wearing was a black crop top that had little laces to be tied at the front to keep your top together, the outfit you're wearing is the same outfit Posh Spice wore on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine when the Spice Girls were on the cover this year.

His hands were making the little strings at the front of your top untie and undo, separating your top apart.

Some wrestlers were watching the two of you making out and they were very much enjoying it, some of them cheering you on and yelling "yyyyyyyyyyyeahhhhhhhh!!!", others not caring to view this.

Especially considering so many wrestlers hate Shawn for being a disrespectful douchebag during his heyday.

However, you really don't want Triple H and Billy to masturbate to this as well as other wrestlers you find hot to jerk off to this, and you have reasons why.

Though, some other wrestlers probably are masturbating to you making out with Shawn (and they'll probably masturbate to what's gonna happen later), though you don't want to watch other wrestlers jerk off, especially the really hideous ones.

While one of your hands is running your fingers down Shawn's hair, the other hand is pulling his tights down, exposing and freeing his erection from his tights.

Shawn contemplated in his mind if the two of you should have some foreplay before getting it on, maybe Shawn could have some foreplay.

Shawn's lips furiously slid from your lips down your neck, you could tell he was horny.

Before you released his erection out of his tights, you could feel his erection protruding through his tights and pressing through your crotch.

You could even see he had a little erection while walking down the hallway with him.

Your head leaned back when Shawn brushed his lips down the middle of your neck, his lips brushing down your skin sent chills and tingles down your body.

His lips traveled all around the front of your neck, his lips fumbling and brushing all around your neck, although he isn't gonna leave hickeys on your skin considering they'll be noticeable.

Since your character you play in the WWF is a horny slut, maybe in the future you could have hickeys on your neck and they're real ones.

Sometimes, Shawn let his breath out on your skin, and his breath felt so warm on your skin.

"Ohhhhhhhh Shawwwwwwn!" you whimpered, sounding a bit like those moaning women at the beginning of his entrance theme.

And speak of the devil, some wrestler in the locker room was reminded of those women at the beginning of his entrance theme, he chimed in.

"Aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah, Shaaaaaawn!" he whined and mimicked, making fun of those women at the beginning of the song.

Some of the other wrestlers in the locker room laughed hearing that, but hopefully this doesn't kill the sexual mood between you and Shawn.

"I think I'm cute, I know I'm sexy!" another wrestler chimed in, his voice imitating Shawn's gravelly voice.

This was going on in the other side of the locker room.

And speaking of Shawn, he stopped at what he was doing, because he was both amused and annoyed at people making fun of you and him.

"Hey guys!" Shawn shouted, turning his head around and looking behind him, his face and voice serious. "Stop making fun of us! Don't kill the mood!"

If they wanna make fun of you and Shawn, they should go do it in another room.

Hopefully they won't try to get in a fight with Shawn, especially considering most of the locker room hates Shawn for being difficult to work with.

"Just ignore them" you suggested, opening your eyes. "Pretend they're not there"

Guess he could. He did it when the audience used to chant "Shawn is gay!".

"I admit, they are pretty funny" Shawn confessed, his face looking at you and his mouth smiling without showing his teeth. "Now, where were we?"

Shawn buried his face into your the middle of your neck again, putting his lips on your neck.

He loves hearing you moan, and I'm sure he's reminded of those women at the beginning of his entrance theme hearing you moan that out.

Shawn dragged his lips down to the middle of your chest, until he stopped at your breasts.

His hands grabbed onto the straps of your top at your shoulders, where he shed your top off of your shoulders and all the way down your arms, until your tits were completely bare for him.

You lifted your hands out of your top straps, and after that, Shawn put your top on the bench.

He shifted his face over to your left breast, where his hand on your left breast moved away from that tit, where he stopped at this breast, circulating his mouth around your nipple and began sucking it.

Your nipples are so sensitive, and he sometimes even let his breath out over your areola and nipple and ran the tip of his tongue around in circles over and over on your areola.

His other hand, meanwhile, still continued to squeeze your right breast and even slightly tweak your nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Shaawnn!!" you cried out.

Since Shawn moved one of his hands out of the way to make way for his face, his hand previously on your left breast snuck under your miniskirt and panties, his fingers trying to find your pussy.

He felt something wet, squishy and plush, that wet thing obviously being your pussy.

The pads of his fingers rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes the pad of his thumb also pressed hard on your clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh Shaaaaaawn!!!" you whined and cried out.

"You're so fucking wet down there" Shawn purred, his voice warm and husky. "I can't wait to fuck you"

And you can't wait until his cock thrusts in and out of your pussy.

He flicked his tongue all around your areola and nipple, swirling his tongue in circles over and over again on your areola.

He also let his breath out over your areola and nipple.

"Shaaaaawn" you cried "This feels sooooo goooooood"

Shawn probably spent too much time on your left breast, so then he shifted his face and head towards his right breast, moving his hand on your right tit out of the way to make way for his face.

When his face was in front of your right breast, he proceeded to wrap his lips around the nipple, sucking it like he was breastfeeding.

That wasn't all he did, he also flicked his tongue all over your nipple and areola, doing it like he did with your left breast.

He ran the tip of his tongue in circles over and over again on your areola, sometimes he flattened his tongue and let the middle of his tongue lick over and over on your areola.

"Ohhh, yeahhhhhh, Shaaaaawn" you whined and cried, leaning your head back on the locker.

One of his hands was on your left breast, tweaking your nipple as well as playing with it, running circles around your areola with the pads of his fingers.

His hand under your miniskirt, meanwhile, lifted up from your skirt and panties, the tips of his fingers wet, juicy and creamy thanks to your pussy juice.

He's probably gonna get some pussy juice on your miniskirt and he doesn't want to do that.

He lifted his juice covered fingers up to his mouth, letting his fingers enter his mouth, where he sucked his fingers clean, his fingers now wet with his saliva instead of your pussy juice.

He could've just used his other hand on your tit that didn't go under your skirt.

Or...you could be the one pulling your skirt and panties down.

In fact, that's what Shawn decided.

He moved his hand from your left breast to your miniskirt, his fingers slipping under your miniskirt and thong straps on your hip.

His hand and fingers slid your skirt and panties down, trying to slide them down.

You could feel your miniskirt and even your panties slide down, which made you lift and straighten your head and look down, only to see Shawn beneath you trying to slide both of those articles of clothing down.

Previously, you could also feel his hand lift off of your breast, and you didn't precisely know why.

Shawn's eyes were also looking up at you, and he had to explain himself.

"Sorry" he apologized, your nipple still somewhat in his mouth, his facial expression and tone of voice not sounding so sexy.

He pulled his face a few inches away from your breast, a few inches until your nipple was out of his mouth.

"I wanted to take your skirt off" he confessed "But my other hand down your skirt had your pussy juices on my fingertips, and I was afraid I'd get my pussy juices on your skirt, so that's why I'm using my other hand to pull your skirt down".

"It's fine" you admitted, your facial expression and tone of voice not sounding sexual. "At least you care"

He smiled hearing that, and he has such an adorable smile.

"Thanks" he said, smiling.

"You're welcome" you replied.

You smiled right back at him, and you could have a hand in pulling your skirt and panties down.

You grabbed onto the right part of your miniskirt, your fingers slipping under your skirt and panties that hugged your right hip, and helped slide your skirt and panties down.

He probably licked and sucked your right nipple for a long time, plus, there's other horny, eager men out there who want to fuck your pussy eventually, so Shawn should go onto the next thing.

That next thing was him stretching his neck out to the left, straightening his neck once his face and head was in the middle of your tits.

He buried his face in the middle of your chest, where he let his lips slide and caress down the middle of your torso and stomach.

The touch of his lips sliding down your skin felt so good, you leaned your head back, the back of your head touching the locker, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhh Shaaawn" you moaned.

He also let his breath out of his mouth as his lips slid down the middle of your torso.

He eventually stopped at your crotch area, and he's contemplating whether or not to eat your pussy out or not.

Yeah, he'll lick the juice off of your twat, but he wants your pussy to be slippery for him to enter.

Although, it will be slippery when he wets it with his tongue and saliva, maybe...

He put his other hand, specifically his fingers, under your skirt and thong strap you're trying to pull down, where he's trying to help pull your skirt down.

Your skirt and panties successfully slid down your legs, your head lifted up and looked down at your skirt.

You could feel Shawn's hand nudging your hand when he tried to put both of his hands down your skirt.

Once your skirt was on the floor, you lifted your feet out of the huge hole in your skirt as well as panties, where Shawn placed your skirt and panties on the bench.

Honestly, since you still have your heels on, you should probably take your heels off too.

"Shawn, let me do this first" you said to him.

"What?" he asked.

"Take my heels off" you replied.

You lifted one of your feet off of the floor and rested your calf on your knee, where you proceeded to take one of your heels off.

You slid the strap of your high heeled stiletto out of the buckle of your heel, then placed that high heel on the floor.

You then let your bare foot on the cold floor and lifted the other foot off of the floor, where you rested your foot on your knee, sliding the strap out of the buckle of your heel, only to place that other heel on the bench.

You didn't just want to drop your high heels on the floor, you're afraid they'll break!

Shawn could help you take your heels off, yet he didn't.

When both shoes were off of your feet, you then put both of your feet on the floor.

Shawn leaned his face into your vulva and buried his face there, his tongue escaping his mouth and slipping in between your thighs and vulva.

You could feel his tongue touch your pussy, and since he was going to eat your twat out, your thighs spread out a bit so he could bury his face in your cunt, letting his tongue go all around your pussy.

His tongue traveled up one of your vaginal flaps, tasting how salty but delicious it was.

He let his tongue go everywhere, his tongue caressed your pussy, licking your twat, tasting it.

He also wrapped his lips around your clit, where he started sucking your clit.

He didn't just also suck your clit, but let his tongue flick and swirl on your clit sometimes too.

Having so much stimulation on your clitoris, the most sensitive part of your vagina, felt so good.

"Ohhhhh Shaaaaaawn" you whined, your hand gripping onto his hair a bit, but not hard.

He also didn't just lick all around your pussy and suck your clit, but also let his breath out over your clit and your pussy, his breath was warm on your privates.

"Mmmmmmmm, Shaaaaawn!" you moaned, pulling his head closer to your cunt.

Your pussy was perfectly shaved, not a single bit of pubic hair on your twat, no bumps or stubble on your bikini line or on your pussy.

And Shawn loved this.

"You taste sooooo gooood" Shawn purred, his voice warm and husky. "You taste so sweet"

He could eat your pussy all day.

"Your breath feels so good on my clit" you complimented, your tone of voice sounding breathy and sexy.

Even though eating your twat out is wonderful and all, he shouldn't eat it way too much, his cock right now is dying to get some sexual release and to cum.

So what did he do?

He raised himself up from the floor, only to plop his ass on the wooden bench, patting his thighs for you to have a seat.

You opened your eyes and raised your head, opening your eyes when you felt Shawn's tongue and mouth not on your pussy anymore, only to see Shawn sitting on the bench, offering you a seat on his lap.

"Sorry" he apologized "My cock is dying to fuck you"

You should get to the fucking now, his cock definitely is begging for release and for fucking.

And, tonight, you were going to do some special things tonight...

You started to lower yourself to his lap, trying to aim your pussy hole to the top of his cock to enter.

You also put your hands on his shoulders so you could hold onto him as he fucked you.

When you lowered your ass down to sit on his lap, his cock slid into your pussy as you got further down to take a seat on his lap.

You didn't stop until his cock was completely inside of your pussy, and once his entire penis was inside your pussy, you sat there in his lap.

However, Shawn put his hands on your hips, only to lift you slightly up from his lap, more of his shaft was being exposed as your pussy went up his shaft.

But, that doesn't mean he's going to completely push you off of his cock.

When you reached almost the top of his cock (but not enough for his cock to not be inside your pussy), he completely pushed you back down to the bottom of his penis.

Pretty soon, you bounced and rode up and down his cock over and over again, his shaft slipping in and out of your pussy hole.

Thanks to his cock being inside your pussy hole, his shaft looked shiny.

Your tits were bouncing up and down as you rode up and down him, sadly, some of the wrestlers in the room couldn't see your tits bouncing considering you're holding onto his shoulders.

But maybe that's a good thing they can't see your tits, that way, they won't cum to this.

Your head was leaning back, your mouth was agape and your eyes were closed as you rode Shawn.

"Ohhhhhh Shaaaaaaaaawnn!" you moaned and cried.

"Just ride my cock, baby" Shawn purred and ordered, his voice husky and low.

Your moans filled the locker room, so much, that your moans and slapping noises your pussy and his cock were making were making some men in the locker room turn their heads, even if they were in other sections of the locker room, and look at the two of you, only to find you riding up and down Shawn's cock.

Speaking of other wrestlers, while they were watching Shawn fucking you, they were cheering this on, filling the locker room up with loud "yyyeaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" cheers and even some corny wolf whistles as they're called.

You heard one wrestler shout out "Get a room!", that wrestler looking disgusted on his

But you didn't see his disgusted facial expression, but you could tell by the tone of his voice he didn't want to look at this.

If he doesn't wanna look, then he could easily turn his head away and pretend the noise doesn't exist.

And we are in a room, technically. The locker room.

Some of the wrestlers watching you getting plowed by Shawn wanted to shove their cocks in your mouth or jerk off on you, but that's for another day.

They should (and are) trying to contain themselves for obvious reasons.

While Shawn was pumping his cock in and out of you, that wasn't all he did.

He put his hands on your tits, where he was tweaking and turning your nipples, your nipples so sensitive.

This was making you feel good even more, considering your nipples are so sensitive.

"Ohhhhh Shawnnn!!" you cried and moaned out.

While Shawn was in front of you, his face buried in your neck, where he let his breath out on your neck, his breath warm.

You could feel his warm breath on your body as he was fucking you, courtesy of him breathing heavily as he fucked you.

Sometimes his lips even fumbled and kissed your neck and shoulders, he was trying to make you feel good, and he was doing a very good job of it.

Such a good job, that finally after quite a long time of him fucking you, you came.

Your pussy had finally unleashed and released salty, gooey, creamy cum out of your pussy hole that's no doubt drenching the top of Shawn's penis head and the sides of his shaft.

Your clit was throbbing after you came.

However, the show isn't over until Shawn finally cums.

Shawn tried opening his eyes to look at your bouncing tits, considering you're bouncing up and down his cock, and his eyes could see his tits bouncing up and down with you.

As you continued riding on his cock, Shawn opened his eyes and tried to look at your bouncing tits.

Maybe your tits bouncing will help him finally cum.

Watching your breasts bounce up and down as you rode him made his cock even harder, and him pushing his cock in and out of your pussy over and over for quite a long time finally made him cum.

His hands gripped into your hips quite hard, the tips of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, and finally, his penis head finally burst out his official cum out of his penis.

His head leaned back, he released a mouth out of his agape mouth and his eyes were closed as he came.

Your face scrunched up as his fingertips dug into your skin, your mouth grimacing and eyes tightening shut, like you were in pain.

He let his seed leave out of his cock and inside your vagina, as well as let his penis sit inside your pussy once he came.

After he had came, he lifted you off of his lap, where his now flaccid penis flopped out of your vagina as you were lifted off of his lap.

His cock was now completely white, gooey, creamy and salty.

You'd love to clean that cock off, but you have a plan, and so do some other horny wrestlers as well.

Your face had also eased out when he lifted you off of his cock, your face no longer looking like it was in pain.

And as for your plan, you had to do something before it.

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Confession: I wanted to type this fanfic on Monday, which I did, but I had so many questions before finishing it (and it still isn’t finished!).

#shawn michaels #wwf #1997 #90s #hbk #heartbreak kid #fanfiction

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lowlywriter · 6 years ago

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PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! Content may be triggering to some readers!

I’m sad, so I wrote sad. Fluffy ending because I wanted to cheer myself up. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. My asks and stuff are all open (I think? Still figuring Tumblr out) and I’m always looking for new things to write. Colby’s a cute little bean in this- all the warnings are for the boyfriend at the beginning of the story.

Also, I wrote this one gender neutral- or, well I tried. Please don’t hesitate to tell me if there are pronouns anywhere I missed when I scanned over the final product. I’m new to this topic, since we just went over unhealthy relationships in one of my classes.

Warnings: abuse, emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships, inner turmoil, swearing, controlling partner

Rating: Mature?

Word Count: 4,262

Colby is NOT the boyfriend in the beginning of the story.

“You belong to me.” his voice growled. It wasn’t loud; no, that would raise suspicion among the group of his friends. His words just loud enough for the words to travel to your ears, making his message loud and clear.

You hadn’t done much to warrant such a tone; merely running to the bar to get a couple drinks for him and his friends. It wasn’t your fault the bartender starting hitting on you. You’d been uncomfortable with it- certainly not interested in his attempts.

After all, he had been the one to send you to collect shots for the table. You had been hesitant. You were not twenty-one, and it was illegal to be in the club. But the stern look on his face had you standing and excusing yourself, smiling easily at everyone.

It didn’t matter to your boyfriend though. It never did.

The bartender thankfully had been more interested in you then the age on your driver’s license. But he was still making passes at you. It was out of your control. He had what you needed.

You couldn’t help but tap your fingers on the glossy bar counter, anxiously chancing quick looks over your shoulder at the cheerful table your peers- all excited and a little too drunk to remember anything the next morning. You had seen your boyfriend’s eyes on you from the table, the subtle glint of anger dilating his eyes that you knew so well.

Nothing good could come from this. You’d taken too long. His intentions were clear, and you cowered slightly into the corner of the bar as he strided towards you, eyes dancing from you to the bartender who grinned at him.

“I think they’ve had enough,” he played off, smile bright- making it out to seem you’d been ordering all six shots for yourself. You hadn’t even intended to have one. You’d had a frilly girly drink he’d made fun of you for, but you weren’t one for alcohol, not to mention the fact that he’d already practically force fed you a shot of tequila.

“Oh, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were taken. Sorry, bro.” The bartender apologized as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around your shoulder, a little too tight to be considered a romantic gesture. He was angry.

You pleaded silently to the bartender, praying he’d see your face- know you were in danger- but the idiot simply nodded his head towards your boyfriend and turned to assist someone else at the bar.

“How’s about you and I go have a little talk in the bathroom?” He gritted through his teeth, voice dangerously low as he forced you towards the restrooms by a strong grip around you.

He was a regular at this specific bar, and by default- you were now as well. The hallway was small, and dark. The lightbulb in the small corridor was burnt out, and for as long as you’d been coming- there hadn’t been any light. The men’s and women’s rooms were side by side, each smelling rancid and looking grimy and worn.

When the both of you were enveloped in the daunting darkness, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You knew better then you scream, yell or protest. A subtle pain ignited in your spine as bone crashed against wooden beams in the drywall.

You remained neutral, as anything else would’ve made things worse for you.

“What the fuck were you doing flirting with that asshole?” He growled in your face, practically nose to nose with you.

“I w-wasn’t,” you tried, only to be pushed further up the wall, feet inches off the floor, being supported by nothing but his grip around your neck. Your lungs constricted at the lack of air, legs kicking slightly to try and ground yourself.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I watched you flirt with him with my own two eyes, Slut,” said eyes were now red with anger. He definitely had had a little too much to drink- just like his whole party of friends sitting just a couple feet away, completely oblivious. He was being more violent than usual, more handsy and aggressive. He’d never been this forceful.

Your feet hit the ground as his hands left your throat, and your body threatened to slide down the wall to the floor, but his grip was soon replaced, gripping your arm with bruising strength. His movements were quick, and then you felt pain blossom in your face. He’d slapped you, or maybe punched? It all felt the same at this point.

The sting was intense, blurring your vision momentarily.

He spouted slurs and threats at you, but the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own sped up heartbeat. Your fight-or-flight instincts kicking in. You involuntarily pushed him away; conscious mind struggling to keep up.

He wasn’t expecting it, clearly, so he stumbled back, taking a second to regain his balance in his drunken state. You’d taken that as your chance. The chance to get away. The chance of freedom.

You moved quickly, feet working faster than your brain could comprehend.

He was following you; you knew it. His feet slapping loudly off the floors. He wasn’t shouting slurs, instead pleading, making it out that you were the bad guy. That you were leaving.

Outside the door, he finally spoke up. Voice venomous, as he growled. The streets were empty, and everyone inside remained inside, clearly not too interested in your fight. A streetlight flickered, and his face was stony with anger.

“If you walk away now, we’re fucking over.” You paused your movements, not turning to face him, but showing you were listening, “I won’t care for your slutty ass anymore. And remember bitch, no one else will want you. I’m doing you a favor by staying with you- and you go and do this shit.”

You were at a safe distance. He would have to sprint to make it too you, and both of you knew that he would fall flat on his face if he attempted. His words were sinking in. This was it. You’d finally escaped. He was giving you the final ultimatum. Stay and be with him- have everything return to normal, or leave, and forget it all- be safe, but alone.

“Go to hell,” you uttered, turning swiftly and sprinting down the road. Tears sprung in your eyes as you jogged, listening to his raged shouts grow softer with the distance you were putting between the two of you.

When you finally felt that you were at a safe distance, you slid down the wall, drawing your knees to your chest. You had to reevaluate everything. The past year of your life with him. You thought he had loved you, but... this wasn’t love. He’d taken it too far. You let it go too far.

Everyone had warned you about him. About his aggressive will to protect you... protect you from your friends and family. They’d been right. All your girlfriends who told you to get out while you could, told you that their boyfriends never did anything like he did.

And Colby- Colby hadn’t liked him from the start. He didn’t like Colby either. Colby warned you. He frowned whenever you said his name, glared when you recalled anything your boyfriend did. He was trying to help. Telling you how it looked from the outsider’s point of view...

Colby had been the first your boyfriend cut off. ‘I just don’t like the way he looks at you, you’re mine, babe’ he had said, eyes full of love and adoration. You’d stupidly let him win. You started cutting Colby out. He was your best friend, and you let this man- your boyfriend- just cut him out of your life.

It had been weeks since you’d talked to Colby. It was your fault. He had tried, tried so hard to stay in contact. He sent texts, and called- sent you silly little snapchats and invited you out all the time... but you slowly stopped responding, or replying, or joining him when he wanted to hang out.

You cut out the whole trap house- each of those boys had been so nice to you, and the girls too. They’d been like family, and you let your boyfriend- ex boyfriend, tear everything to pieces.

You doubted he’d even be your friend anymore. You wouldn’t want to be your friend after what you’d done to him. Colby had been trying to help- but you just pushed him away. You, single handedly, cut all the ties you had with people- for the man who was abusing you.

You let out a quiet sob-laugh, you weren’t sure which it was. It wasn’t funny- not in the slightest, but you were fed up with yourself. How could you let him isolate you from everyone? Even your parents you hadn’t spoken to in months.

You patted your pockets, in search for your cell phone. There had to be someone in your phone you could call to come pick you up. They couldn’t all hate you, right?

You searched your pockets, patting down your legs before letting out a cry of frustration. It was gone. You must’ve dropped it somewhere in the rush of getting out.

You were stranded. It was late, you had no lose change for the payphones, and you were not stupid enough to go back to the bar to call someone.

With a heavy heart, you pulled yourself up and started in the direction of a certain mansion that was closest to you. You didn’t have very high hopes, maybe they’d let you borrow a phone to call your parents or something before kicking you off the property. After cutting them out, there weren’t many other scenarios that could happen.

The walk was long. Your back still kind of hurt, but your face was mostly numb. It was very late when you finally arrived at the trap house. If you had to guess, about twelve or something. You'd left the bar around nine, and it felt like you’d been walking for years. It was dark, the streetlights not doing much to help anything.

The gate was shut, but not locked, so you pushed up the latch and slowly walked in, closing it behind yourself in the process.

There was still lights on in mansion- which was a good thing. Someone had to be awake.

You trailed slowly to the large double doors, taking note of whose cars were parked out front. Colby, Sam, and Corey.

You lifted a hand to knock on the door. It was a quiet knock, since something in the back of your mind didn’t actually want anyone to answer- but seconds later the clicking of dog claws and loud protective barks echoed in the house.

“Sh, Navi, Buddy,” a voice hushed. Then the door clicked open. Sam peeked through the small gap between the door and doorframe, clearly cautious since they weren’t actually expecting any guests, and it was pretty late.

“Y/N?” He questioned in surprise, eyeing you up and down.

“Uh, yea...” you replied quietly, scuffing your foot against the concrete anxiously. “Can I, uh, use your phone?”

Sam stared for a second, deeming you no threat before pushing the door open the rest of the way. The light from the hallway lit up the front yard. Sam gasped quietly, taking a step towards you slowly. You knew you probably didn’t look too great.

“Y/N, what happened?” his voice was quiet- almost caring. You didn’t respond, just looked down in guilt. “Here,” Sam continued after a second, walking towards you and placing a gentle hand on your back, “come inside.”

You trusted Sam. You trusted everyone in the trap house. They’d never done you wrong.

You let Sam lead you into the mansion, he being super gentle. He brought you into the living room, where Corey and Devyn were sitting curled up watching a movie on Netflix.

You sat down, lacking all emotion. Corey glanced towards you, stiffening when he eyed your appearance.

“Y/N, are you alright?” his voice sounding appalled, and shocked. Devyn glanced up, gasping quietly when you caught her eye, pushing herself off of Corey to sit beside you.

“Y/N... your neck...” she frowned, fingers hovering beside your neck. She didn’t touch, which you were grateful for. It was bound to be bruising by now. Flourishing into blacks, purples and ugly yellows.

She pulled you into a hug- but you didn’t hug back. Not yet. It was still all sinking in. The hug was a nice touch, and you desperately needed one- but... you wanted comfort from someone else. Your mind was locked on Colby, despite the fact he probably hated you.

You squeezed your eyes shut when thumps rumbled down the stairs- it was loud and scared you. You’d been in the silence of the night for so long, circling aimlessly in your own mind, and now suddenly there were people and noises coming at you left, right and center.

Devyn pulled back, and you were wrapped in someone else’s arms just as fast as the first pair left. You instantly melted into the embrace, arms lifting to wrap around the person as you buried your nose in the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

Colby still smelt the same. An interesting mix of shampoo and deodorant. He had the most familiar scent too you. The smell of safety. Colby was safety.

“Y/N... shh, what happened?” his voice was low, calm and collected- but you could tell he was scared. His body was shaking- almost as bad as yours, and his heart was faster than it usual was. You realized that you were crying, when you pulled back a little too look up- only to have a blurred vision of your best friend.

His arms were tight around you- but you didn’t struggle. It wasn’t the same embrace as your boyfriend’s. Colby was radiating love and concern- he was radioactive with anger and control.

There were too many people around to talk about what had happened hours ago. You loved them all- but they weren’t Colby, and as of now, he was the only person you wanted to know what went down.

You pulled away from him, arms wrapping around yourself in your best attempt to cover yourself from the harsh eyes of everyone. Sam was stood behind Colby, eyes sad. He must’ve gone upstairs to get Colby. You nodded his direction, smiling as best you could when he noticed you. He returned a sad smile; then, as if reading your mind, turned on his heels and left the room, muttering about editing a new video and facetiming Katrina before he went to bed.

Devyn was next to pick up on the social ques. Yawning silently, and taking Corey’s hand. She mumbled about being tired, and wanting to finish the movie in their bed in case she fell asleep.

Corey was hesitant, sending you concerned glances, before standing and following Devyn up the stairs.

Then, it was just you and Colby. He looked shell-shocked; eyes focused on your neck. You watched his eyes trail you, scanning you for injuries.

“Y/N, baby, what happened?” he questioned once more. You smiled lightly at the pet name; it was refreshing to hear it in such a sweet tone. He always called you cute names like that- only ever using your actual name when he was mad at you, or he was being serious about something.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you told him quickly. It was the first thing you spouted. And you were. You were so sorry. Sorry about how you treated him. How you just abandoned him. After all the years the two of you had been friends, you’d let that man get in between you and split you guys up. You were sorry for not listening to him, and basically the whole year since you met your ex. “I’m sorry...”

“No, no. Y/N, don’t be sorry... it’s okay. Everything is okay. You’re okay... Please, stop crying...” this only made you cry harder. He was being so nice to you. You abandoned him, and here he was comforting you.

You lifted your hands up to cover your nose and mouth, shutting your eyes. Colby wrapped his arms around you once more, leading you back to the couch. He sat, pulling you down behind him.

It was nice being in his lap. You’d always liked sitting in his lap. It’s just how your relationship worked. He had always been super good at calming you down, and this happened to be his number one tactic.

“Y/N, I really need you to tell me what happened. You can’t just show up here after three weeks of no contact, completely banged up and scare the shit out of us all. What happened? Please, tell me...”

“I’m sorry for leaving you... Leaving you for him,” you gasped through the tears. You had to apologize.

“It’s okay... I’m not mad. It’s fine. You’re here now. Please, what happened?”

“We were at the bar,” you started, voice quiet as you played with a thread on your shirt. Colby’s hand was settled firmly on your back, slowly running the length of your spine. It was calming, and just sitting with Colby was soothing. “He, uh, he’s been more... aggressive lately...” You tried, trailing off. Colby was going to flip his shit.

“He... Your boyfriend?” his voice turned stony, hand pausing on your back. His eyes were dark and his lip curling into a snarl, “that fucking asshole did this to you?”

You knew his anger wasn’t directed at you. You knew for certain; Colby had never done anything towards you in anger. But you couldn’t help but flinch away. It was too soon. Hours earlier this very situation had led to being strangled in the restroom hallway of a bar.

“I’m sorry,” Colby whispered, anger wiping away, guilt quickly replacing it. “Sorry, babe, I know. Not the time to get mad. We need to worry about you, not that asshole.”

You didn’t reply, just curled closer into his sweater. He pulled you against him, and the two of you settled into silence. It was calming. You felt safe in the trap house. You knew all the guys would protect you in a heartbeat. And Colby would gladly get himself arrested defending you (as it had almost happened before).

Colby’s fingers ran through your hair, trailing his fingertips along your skull in a soothing motion. You closed your eyes, relaxing into him. You’d been so high strung for so long, and it was nice to just relax- and be in the arms of someone who you trusted wholeheartedly. You ducked your head under his chin, curling so your ear was pressed against his chest and your chin hidden in his sweater. He took the hint, resting his chin on top of your head.

His hand fell from your hair to resume running lines up and down your back. He hit a particularly tender spot and you winced before you could think about what you were doing. His hand lifted instantly, and he pushed you away slightly to look at your face.

“I’m going to need you to be completely honest with me right now,” he started, voice quiet but serious. “Where did he hurt you? I need to know. I have to see if I should be taking you to the hospital.”

“He pushed me against the wall... and um, he lifted be by my neck... I- he, uh he also slapped me, or, uh or maybe he punched me? I’m not sure. It all happened so fast.”

Colby was silent for a long minute. His hand was settled on your waist, and his thumb was trailing up and down slowly. He was deep in thought, you could tell.

“I want to look at everything, everything he did to you.” Colby told you, “somewhere where the light is good... Come, let’s go to the bathroom down here. The lighting is the best.”

Together you and Colby stood up. His hand planted on your back, leading you slowly- just as Sam had done when you’d first arrived.

The bathroom was super bright. You were momentarily blinded as Colby flicked the light on. You looked in the mirror. You couldn’t help but gape at yourself. You looked so broken. A bruise was forming on your cheek, and somehow your lip had been split. There was a trail of blood, and a smear on your chin. You glanced at you hand to see another smear, meaning at some point you must’ve wiped it away.

Your neck was still fairly numb, but it was starting to hurt. There were dark oval shapes lining your neck- easily identified at finger marks from your ex’s strong grip. You hesitantly brought your hands to run along the shapes, wincing lightly.

You stripped off your shirt, not caring that Colby was in the room. He’d seen it before- you guys were best friends after all. You turned, exposing your back to the mirror, then looking over your shoulder to see bruises on the parts you’d hit the hardest.

“Babe, those look painful,” Colby frowned, rifling through a drawer and pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen. You downed the pills he offered dry, blinking as they passed down your throat.

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” you told you best friend truthfully. And it wasn’t. It felt worse than it looked. You’d known you’d be bruised pretty heavily, but it was less then you assumed. Your back felt like is should be a solid strip of black and blue, but it was only in the most tender spots, which was a plus in your books.

Colby looked like you’d just shot him or something, eyes wide and mouth gaping open.

“Y/N, seriously? I’m sorry, but you look like you got hit by a bus. He did this to you. He fucked with the wrong person, let me tell you. I mean,” Colby paused, busying himself at the sink, “you’re bleeding still. You've got blood smears, and the bruising- oh god, the bruising- babe... please, tell me this isn’t actually happening.”

Colby turned to you, a wash cloth in his hand. He reached to wipe away the blood, his movements gentle. The cloth was warm, and felt heavenly on your skin. He dabbed at your split lip, his concentration focused on you. Finally, he reached down to take your hand, giving it the same treatment and wiping away the smear.

When he was done, he dropped the cloth back into the sink, frowning at you.

“There’s got to be something we can do for the bruising.” Colby mumbled to himself, lifting his hand to trail his fingers gently across your neck. It didn’t really bother you. You had no fear of Colby touching you.

“Let’s bring you up to my room. You can just relax in the blankets and maybe the softness of the bed will ease the pain?” Colby suggested, leading you away without waiting for you to respond. You ascended the stairs together, Colby supporting you easily. You were still shirtless, but it didn’t really bother you. You had nothing to hide- everyone had already seen the worst of it anyways.

He settled you in his bed, covering you with his blankets before kissing your head and telling you he’d return shortly. You heard him in Sam’s room. Heard him, and Sam conversing- worry clear in both voices. It didn’t bother you that he went to Sam- and was telling Sam everything. Sam was such a good friend, and he had been around longer then you.

You let your eyes close, enjoying the warmth of the covers. Colby had been right that the bed would ease the pain. You barely felt anything as you lied in his pillows.

“Hey, I’m back. Sam suggested using a cold compress. We don’t have those, so I got a bag of frozen carrots. I don’t think Devyn will mind. I can always replace them.” Colby explained. He sat on the edge of his bed, setting the bag down carefully on your neck so that the frozen vegetables were spread around in the bag.

When he felt that it was properly placed, he pulled himself up to lay beside you. You shuffled over, wanting to be close to him. You sighed quietly, eyes shut and a small smile on your face. It was nice being here with him. He was taking such good care of you.

“I’m sorry you had to go through this,” Colby whispered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you...” you returned, then added, “and I’m sorry I let him cut you off. You’re my best friend- and I’ve been terrible to you...”

“It’s in the past,” Colby waved it off, giving you a small tired smile.

“We should try and sleep now. I can only ward off the roommates for so long. I assured everyone that you were alright, but they’re gonna wanna check in tomorrow.” You laughed quietly, chest lighting up with warmth at the thought of all these people you wronged being worried and wanting to check up on you.

“I don’t deserve you guys,” you mumbled sleepily, inching closer to curl into Colby.

“You do,” he returned, wrapping around you and burying his nose in your hair. You fell asleep to Colby readjusting the carrots as he carded his fingers through your hair. It was the best you’d slept in months- even under the terrible circumstances.

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letarasstuff · 5 years ago

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Breakups and red Dresses

I hope u like it :)

"I just want someone to hold me. Someone, who whispers into my ear, that everything is going to be alright. Just one person, who gets me out of my panic ridden mind. But I ask for too much, obviously", I tell her while grabbing my suitcase. Tamara just stands there. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes show the shock she's in.

"Rob-Robin. You are my Sweetheart. We-we are destined for each bother. That's what I know now. I know, that we are perfect for one another", she tries to speak to me. But I'm not having anything of this. I grab my yellow coat and say to her: "Tamara. I loved you. Deeply. And of course I still do. Now this, this isn't right. You hurt me more than once and I forgave you every time. It-it's, I can't anymore. Every night, when you are late or aren't home I think you are with some other girl. And it destroys me. I can't continue a toxic relationship like this. I-I tried to make it work, but both of us have to put effort in it. And yours were always absent." With a sigh I go out of the door into the hallway of our apartment complex. My now ex-girlfriend cries and screams for me to stay. That we can make it work and that it was some stupid mistake.

Without turning around I make my way to the car, holding back any tears. I don't know how, but I drive to my brother's apartment without causing any accident.

A little while later I stand breathlessly in front of his door, ringing the bell. "Hey little sis, i just wanted to cal- what the", he says after opening the door and me throwing my body into his arms. I cry so hard, that all my breath is taken away. "No no no", realizes Ryan the situation and leads me into living room. After placing me on the couch he kneels in front of me and takes both of my hands in his own big ones.

"Robin, I need you to focus on my voice", my brother speaks in a calm manner, "Everything is going to be okay as long as you try to breath normal. Let us do some breathing exercises. Take all the air in like this" and so on. Together we steady me breathing again.

After sitting next to each other in silence, Ryan breaks it: "What happened? Why do you show up in the middle of the afternoon on a Friday, having nearly a panic attack and tears streaming down your cheeks?"

I shift uncomfortable in my seat. "Tamara and I broke up. No, I broke up with her. She cheated on me. Again", I respond without any emotion evident in my way of talking. But inside of me finds a battle its place. My heart wants to drive back to her and hug her forever and forget anything, that happened. My head is against it and wants us to be safe knowing a place, where we can't get hurt aka my brother's arm.

After a short span of another silence he asks: "What do you mean? Again?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?! I would have paid her a visit she would never forget." "I thought we could get back on track. It was the fourth time her being with another woman. I guess I kinda thought she can change. But I was wrong. She hurt me so much, Ryan. And I still love her so much." The last part is only a whisper.

While pulling me back into a hug, the boy responds: "You know what? This is a heartbreak emergency. I'll to call the Big Guy. He'll pick up ice cream on his way here, while I put in the loudest and most stupid action film we have. And you will take a nice and hot bath to relax. Then we stuff our faces with all the stuff, that mom would never allow, because of all the greasiness. Are you in or are you in?"

Smiling I nod my head. Another hour later I lie between the bois in one of Shane's gigantic hoodie, muffling on a family sized bag of chips and putting one spoon full of ice cream after another in my mouth. The TV plays Sharknado on full volume. I feel like a sandwich, being squeezed like this on both sides by two grown men. But I'm a happy sandwich, that feels loved. This is clearly everything that matters now.

*Time skip*

After another night, which consisted out of crying, turning and tossing around and giving up on sleep I sit in the kitchen. A cup of coffee in the one hand and a pen in the other.

And here I am, sitting in my brother's apartment at the age of 23, a broken heart in my chest and a voice in my head shouting at me for being dump enough to let this all happen.

"Morning", startles me Ryan's sleepy voice. I just nod and point at the coffee, which is already brewed. "You are an angel, sis", he answers my silent gesture and kisses my cheek. I continue looking at the wall and doesn't acknowledge the situation. Sighing he pours himself a cup of the brownish gold. Then he takes a seat opposite of me.

"I know", he begins, "Breakups suck. Also it's totally normal to be this heartbroken. But you can't stay like this forever. Robin, out there are other mothers with beautiful children. You have to stop burying yourself in self pity. Go out and meet new people. Maybe you meet your significant other today. But you'll miss it out, if you don't leave the house."

I stay silent. You're not ready for this, tells me my head.

Suddenly Ryan gets up and leaves the kitchen. I can hear him talking to someone faintly, he is probably on the phone. I'm still focused on the wall and the loud thoughts inside of me.

After some time, which felt like an eternity but was in reality not more than five minutes, my big brother reenters the room and announces: "Sara and Marielle will be here in half an hour. You have enough time to make yourself somewhat presentable. Then you'll go out with them and have a long and nice girl's day, even though you have enough of women. When you are back home, you'll pack some stuff and come with me and Shane to hunt some ghouls. You don't have a choice, so get ready or else our girlfriends take you with them in the clothes you are right now." It's more a command than a suggestion. Reluctantly I get up and drag myself into the bathroom. In the mirror I see a shadow of that, what should be Robin Bergara actually.

Her bright and shining eyes are dull and swollen from crying. The dark hair is matted and looks like it hadn't been washed in years. Seems like I need more a restoration than just a shower to look like my old self again.

Exactly 20 minutes later I smell and look nice again.

Dressed in a baggy sweater and black jeans I go back into the kitchen. There already are Sara, Marielle and Shane, greeting me with pity in their eyes. The girls get up immediately and hug me, while telling me that Tamara is stupid for letting me go and doing something like this. I just give them a nod. I don't have the nerves for talking about my ex right now.

After what felt like days strolling through store after store and mall after mall we sit down in a cute little coffe shop. Our bags need much more room then we do actually. But I feel better. Being back in the real world is what I really needed.

"Soo", makes Sara after we got our orders, "Now that you are single, you can enjoy all the advantages of it." "Or do you have someone else on your mind already?" adds Marielle. I just shake me head and answer: "Nah. You know, when people go through a breakup and they say, that they are now gay to protect themselves? I think that I just give up swinging for anybody and be straight. When I look at you, it seems to be more painless." Then we start laughing. We can't stop. When look at each other, we break out laughing again. Even though it's not that funny.

*Time skip*

Jet lagged I drag myself through the airport somewhere in the east coast. Shane leads the group, due to him doing long steps, for which i have to do three of mine. Last but not least are Ryan and I in the middle walks the crew.

"Now we've landed in D.C. and are on our way to the hotel. Do you wanna say something, Robin?" asks Ryan while he practically shoves his phone in my face. I just mumbled something like: "Let me be or the ghosts are your smallest problem tonight." "There you have it. She is a monster and not a sweet innocent angel", he laughs into the camera. Then my brother uploads the video on his Instagram story.

After slinging his arm around my shoulders he says: "I'm happy, that you are finally able to come to one of our investigations. It's gonna be fun!" "Well, I'm not here on my own free will. But we better find some ghouls tonight or I spray the Big Guy with holy water to show everyone that he is a demon."

"Hey! Can you be any slower? I feel like walking around with my grandmother", complains Shane. I respond: "If you carry me we would be way faster." Before I am able to comprehend it, I'm thrown over Shane's shoulder, my legs next to his face. "Stay still. I don't wanna explain to the fans that I have bruises in my beautiful face because of you."

After a nice and relaxing nap we are on our way to the haunted location. "So this", begins my brother, "is an old uh yeah, an old bordello." Shocked I look at him. "You aren't serious, are you?" He shifts uncomfortable and scratches his neck: "Well, this is real." "Oh man, I waited for so long to be finally able to hunt some nice and slutty ghoul prostitutes", says Shane enthusiastically.

*Time skip*

"Now we are going to try luring some ghost out of their hiding. We wanna make them comfortable. That's why someone has to dress, right for this establishment. So the ghosts think that they are still alive and are more willing to show themselves", tells Ryan his wonderful and smart idea. It's needless to say, that I am the chosen one.

Very uncomfortable I come back dressed in a veeeery short and revealing red dress.

My two ghoul bois see how awkward I feel. "OK, we don't do this. Go back and put your sweater on. Shane, you go and be the fake prostitute."

I hear a faint "YESSSS! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE FAKE PROSTITUTE! It's my time to shine!" while heading back to change.

And oh boy, he does shine in the dress.

#ryan bergara #shane madej #boogara #shaniac #shitfish #bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfed unsolved supernatural #buzzfed unsolved true crime #brother!ryan #love you ghouls

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getmeoffwithwords · 5 years ago

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A Night Out

She walked into the pub. It was late already - only an hours drinking time left, but she wasn’t really there for that…

She had taken hours to get ready, trying on outfit after outfit, until she felt just right. Her mission was to look and feel as slutty as possible, to obviously attract the attention of men, to state without any doubt “I need to get fucked tonight”.

The ensemble started with the shoes. She had tried on all of her 5 inch heels, red, black, patent, tan, - but had settled on the white platform mules with the thin buckled ankle strap. From there, she had moved to underwear, settling on a very tight pink satin thong and bra. Even stretching the smooth fabric tighly over her pussy made her feel sexy. The thought of what effect it would have on men made her feel horny. Over the thong she pulled on a very tight and very short black skirt, it hugged every inch of her ass and exposed her pink satin covered pussy if she bent over in anyway at all…. Perfect. Her bra was barely concealed beneath a white blouse, worn two sizes too small to make sure the buttons were straining at the leash and her cleavage burst from the strained fabric. Her hair was up, pulled back from her face in a high ponytail, knowing that most of the guys would very quickly imagine grabbing it and pushing their throbbing dicks into her red lipped mouth. She put on three times more jewellry than usual and was ready.

The pub was in full swing. A group of young men at the bar, couples in the corners and an obviously handsome man sitting with his less handsome mate at a table close to the bar.

She walked in and immediately felt the eyes of every man in the room on her. Making sure to make eye contact with those she was even vaguely attracted to, she made her way to the busy bar and intentionally squeezed through the group of 5 or 6 young men who were gathered around the screen of a phone. She made sure to gently rub against and touch each one as she perched herself on a tall stool, ensuring her tightly covered ass stuck out beyond the edge of the seat with a well practised thrust of her lower back.

The young men parted - suprised, and made no attempt to conceal their lust for her. They all looked too young to be there - and yet their confidence, mixed with the bravado of alcohol, ensured she knew they were men - with the usual needs of men.

Ordering a large glass of white wine from the overweight barman, who served her while lingering his gaze on her jutting breasts, she glanced around the room. The tables with couples were a picture as the various girlfriends and wives were trying to attract their mens attention away from her while at the same time, shooting evil glances in her direction. One by one the couples left, the women dragging their partners physically out.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the handsome guy looking blatantly at her. Looking her up and down with clear intentions in his eyes. As she looked, he purposefully opened his legs beneath the table and put his hand on his crotch. He was chatting to his mate - but his attention was entirely on her body.

The young men closed the gap around her and moved into her personal space. They were laughing and shouting - a conversation that was taking on a very dirty theme as they began to recount their experiences with past girlfriends. As they chatted, she felt hands on her ass and hardening crotches rubbing and pressing into her thighs and arms…

One of the guys was quiet, just listening to the chat - but unable to take his eyes of her body - a hard cock visibly straining in his jeans - and leaving a tell tale smudge of moisture in the fabric at its tip.

She smiled a knowing smile at him and imperceptibly licked her lips for him. The conversation continued as a phone was dragged out and shown to the group by the loudest member of the group.

“This is Lucy” he laughed - and the group roared with appreciative noises and filthy comments. On the screen, intentionally angled so she would see, a movie of a pretty blonde girl on her knees, sucking and licking the cock of the guy holding the camera. “This is the best bit!” he laughed - as the cock was furiously wanked off into the pretty girl’s open mouth, spraying jet after jet of stringy cum all over her face. The phone was jerked away and as the guy put his mouth to her ear and whispered “fancy some baby?”

At that moment, the bell rang for last orders. Most of the remaining customers began to leave including many of the young men.

She got off her perch and headed for the bathroom, feeling moisture already between her legs. The effect of those guys rubbing against her had had an effect on her pussy and she needed to give it some attention. Her heart rate quickened as she opened the toilet door and walked up to the mirrored wall with the sinks set into a worktop beneath. She knew someone would follow - she didn’t know who it would be, and how long it would take…

Perching her ass on the bench, she pushed herself up onto the line of sinks and spread her legs, exposing her damp satin thong tightly stretched over her desperate pussy. She began stroking the fabric, feeling very rude, so exposed, her heels hooked into the sinks at either side of her….. Anyone might walk in.

Her fingers slid beneath the tight satin and found her warm wet pussy and hard sensitive clit. She gently rubbed and teased it, pushing an occasional finger inside herself and squeezing her covered tits and nipples with the other hand. She closed her eyes and worked on herself more methodically. Maybe she would just make herself cum there and then leave?

She withdrew her wet finger from her hot pussy and licked its sweetness with half opened eyes, lost in the lust of the moment. There standing right in front of her was the quiet young man from the bar, his strong young cock rearing from his open zip, pre-cum literally oozing from its tip and forming long strings onto the floor and his shoes.

She pulled her tight thong aside, exposing her glistening pussy, looked the young man in the eyes and said quite simply “eat it”.

He approached, jerking his rigid meat with one hand and put his face between her legs, holding her thong to one side he began to lick and nibble her hotness. Probing her with his tongue, finding her hard button and her sweet hole, licking with long broad strokes of his tongue up and down her pussy. It felt incredible and she threw back her head and grabbed his, pressing her pussy against his mouth with animal thrusts of her pelvis...his tongue hardened to a delicious point as she unashamedly fucked her wet hole on his mouth.

She opened her eyes again…. Standing behind the young man was his loud mate - his phone out recording the scene with his impressive cock in his fist, next to him, the handsome man from the table, rubbing his bulge in his trousers, and behind them both, the barman, nervously watching both her and the door. “You’d better be quick guys, i’ve locked up - but my wife will come downstairs if i’m not done soon.” he said.

She shuffled off the bench, open legged with that incredible, urgent mouth still working its magic on her quivering pussy. Standing over the kneeling young man, she opened her legs and bent slightly at the knees, allowing her to grind against his face as he pounded his dick with his free hand.

She looked the other two guys in the face… “ you gonna let him make me cum are you? - or are you gonna fuck me with those big cocks of yours…”

They both moved in, one on either side, yanking her tits out of her bra and bursting the buttons of her blouse. Their mouths found her nipples and licked and sucked - squeezing with strong hands - almost painfully. The pleasure rocketed through her body and she felt herself beginning to cum grinding really hard into the young mans mouth and making him gasp with lust.

The barman had his cock out and was furiously wanking at the scene, and with a grunt, splashed his hot cum all over the tiled floor in front of her...

Right on the brink of orgasm, the loud man pulled the boy away from her pulsating pussy…”give me some of that mate” he grunted, grabbing her by her tight ponytail and pushing her down onto her knees….

"Now" he said, "I'm gonna fuck your slutty little mouth baby" - gripping his large swollen cock in his fist, he pointed it towards her open mouth.

She looked him in the eye, her pussy still tingling between her legs, and grunted "yes baby, use my mouth, stick that big dick in there and make me suck on it"..

With a fist full of her hair he pulled her mouth onto his dribbling meat and thrust his hips, pushing his hard cock into the back of her throat...

She gasped and almost gagged - but met his thrust with her throat and worked her head back and forth along his veiny shaft... moaning as she felt someone's firm fingers push their way into her soaking cunt from behind.

"Fuck man, she can suck cock" the loud man gasped as he held his camera close to her face, pumping long strokes into her mouth.... she looked straight into the lens and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft and then pushed her head all the way onto it until his heavy balls slapped against her chin.

"Fuck man, she's gonna make me spunk"

A voice from behind said "not yet mate". It was the handsome guy. He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the sinks, yanking her skirt up over her ass and ripping her stained thong from between her legs...

He moved behind her, pushing the loud man aside and nudging her white heels apart until she was ready for him.

In the mirror she could see the young man jerking himself off but her eyes fixed on the handsome man as he undid his jeans and pulled down his tight boxers. An enormous cock sprang from its confines and hung there - swollen with lust.

"Oh yeah" she moaned, "fuck me with that thing" and offered her pussy to him....

She felt him press the enormous head of his meat against her wet hole as he spread her ass cheeks wide with his hands. He spoke to her in the mirror as the loud man climbed onto the counter and forced his purple twitching dick Ito her mouth again... "you ready for it baby? - you want my monster in you?"

She grunted through her mouthful of hard dick "fuck me- make me cum" and thrust back against the hard hot cock being aimed at her.

The handsome man spread her legs a little wider and gripped her hips as he pushed his whole thickness into her. It filled her, stretching her wide open, making her gasp and moan on the thrusting cock in her mouth and still it went deeper and deeper. She arched her back, throwing her bead back and tilting her pelvis to let it all in - and still it wasn't enough....

"Good girl" she heard him grunt as he eased it out of her and began to pound it in and out of her throbbing cunt. He watched her in the mirror as she got fucked. Stirring his hips in deep savage thrusts that made her moan like the slut she finally was.

She played up to him in the mirror, watching him as the loud man screwed her mouth, letting the dribble and precum dribble down her chin like a pornstar...

His thrusts quickened, pounding her hole with his huge meat "mmm you dirty slut... you like big cock don't you..." she-moaned and felt her orgasm begin to explode inside herself. Opening her mouth, she moaned and grunted as she came hard. The loud man continued to fuck her open gasping mouth, "fucking slut... swallow my load" he moaned as he released a torrent of thick white cum across her tongue, mouth, face and hair......jerking every last drop onto her tongue

The handsome man grunted and gasped pulling out as he reached the brink of orgasm...

A trickle of thick spunk escaped from the huge head of his hard wet dick. She turned and knelt before him, her face dripping with strings of cum, took the hard meat in her hand and firmly licked it clean. Her juices mingled with his as she swallowed them all, never breaking eye contact with him.

She stood up, her legs shaking, covered in another mans spunk, and pushed him backwards into a cubicle. "I'm gonna fuck the spunk out of you baby" she smiled and pushed him down onto the toilet seat....

The young man stood by, wanking his engorged cock just inches from her ass - desperate for attention.

She stopped and turned to him...."have you ever been sucked off baby?"

He grunted "no" - looking into her eyes and at her spunk covered face.

She pulled him over to the cubicle - in full view of the handsome man and knelt down so his cock wavered, twitching and bursting just millimetres from her mouth. He went to grab his cock again but she pushed his hands away and placed them on her head. Looking up at him she whispered "you can cum in my mouth baby.... let me taste it...." and she opened wide and flicked the throbbing twitching head with her tongue....

The young man gasped "oh my fucking god!" Looking down at her slutty face he willed her to lick it again...

She turned to the handsome man who was stroking his immense shaft and said " I'll deal with you when this boy has dumped his thick creamy load into my mouth" and with that, she pulled the foreskin firmly back as far as it would go and slowly licked the young mans cock from his balls to his head.

The young man let out a loud desperate groan and looked down at her mouth, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back - opening her mouth wider "fuck! It's cumming..."as jet after powerful jet arched across her face, hitting the cubicle wall behind, splashing over her hair, her face and finally pumping thick hot streams of his virgin spunk into her waiting mouth......

She clamped her lips around his waning cock and wanked the shaft firmly into her sucking mouth - draining every sperm from his balls and savouring his taste, always with her eyes on the handsome man who was now pumping his fat cock into his fist and tasting his precum.

She got to her feet, pushing the young man away with a final stroke of his cock and stepped into the cubicle. "Now"she panted, "you're gonna make me cum again". She stood astride his legs, touching her hotness and licking her fingers while he rubbed his oozing precum into the huge purple head of his cock.

She lowered her dripping pussy onto the end of his meat. Gripping the cubicle walls and shuffling her heels wider she forced herself down onto his throbbing slippery cock with a moan of pure lust.

Grabbing his head she pulled his mouth onto her nipples, rubbing them in his face as she steadily fucked herself on his cock. He reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks- forcefully driving her hot pussy onto his thrusting meat, sucking her tits and calling her filthy names.....

With each thrust she ground her clit against him building a delicious orgasm. She pounded her cunt onto his thick dick, more urgently with each thrust as she heard herself moan "fuck me you animal! Make me fucking cum!"

And suddenly she was cumming, bearing down on his brutal meat, as the orgasm ripped through her and she felt his hard thick cock pump a torrent of cum right up inside her, filling her to the brim and exploding out of her and all over his cock and balls.

As her orgasm subsided, she climbed off his spunky shaft, running a finger up its length and tasting the cum he had just pumped into her...

At that moment, the barman burst into the toilet..... "you've all gotta go right now, my wife is on her way down!!!

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imaginesmai · 6 years ago

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Ubbe-Dance Teacher MODERN AU(1)

Requested by @walkxthexmoon, I loved the idea so I’ve turned this into a multiple chapter serie. I hope you like it!

Plot: Ubbe’s Friday is not going as well as he would have liked it. Yet meeting his daughter’s dance teacher is going to change that.

Sitting in an unmoving car without an air conditioner in the hottest September the world had ever seen wasn’t Ubbe’s plan for a quiet Friday. It was supposed to be his free day; he didn’t have classes in the university, his father didn’t need him at work and he had a delicious ice cream jar on his refrigerator. Only thinking about it made his mouth drool. The loud honks from the cars around him and the drops of sweat that were running down his neck were the painful reminder of his situation.

Most of the students of his university were probably getting ready for a party, but he lost that opportunity when he started it and decided it was a good idea to go out with Margarethe. She was pretty, a little slutty yet he was in love with her and didn’t notice how she hooked up with everyone beside him. After a year of a toxic relationship, she appeared in his door with the best and worst news he had ever received. And nine months later along with some paternity tests, he found himself cradling his little bundle of joy.

The ghost of a smile was on his face when his memory was interrupted by the annoying beeping on his phone. Making sure that the cars wouldn’t move for another few minutes, he picked it up without looking at the name at the screen.

“Hey dude, where are you?” Hvitserk’s voice and a lot of background noise made him roll his eyes. Even his little brother was having more fun than him. “I thought you said you were going to pass by my apartment.”

Hvitserk’s apartment was a lot of things. Small, messy. Sometimes stinky and always full of girls. Above all of that, it was always a party. It didn’t matter when you went, you could always find alcohol and possibly drugs.

“Margarethe called me an hour ago, she can’t take Grace for the weekend, so I’m in my way for picking her up” he scoffed. They had reached an agreement three years ago, when little Grace was born. Seeing that they couldn’t understand each other, they had decided Ubbe would have the custody while Margarethe could see her whenever she want. Not that it was very often.

“What? I thought she compromised to take her this weekend!” Hvitserk made someone shut up beside him before talking again. “You could have called me Ubbe, you know I don’t mind having her over. I can get all this idiots out of the apartment.”

“Nah, I’m good. Besides, you don’t even know where she is.”

“In that ballet class, isn’t she?”

Nearly two months ago, little Grace had become obsessed with dancing. So obsessed that Ubbe had take her to a ballet class, even if it meant spending more money than what he earned. Everything for his little girl. Until that moment, either Margarethe or Sigurd had picked her up from her classes. It was the first time Ubbe had to go get her and he wasn’t enjoying one bit.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to end at five. But traffic is horrible and I’m stuck. I just hope whoever is the teacher can stay with her a little longer”

“You sure you’re good?” a very feminine laugh sounded from the other side, and Ubbe heard taking in a sweet voice to that person. He was really tempted into dropping Grace in his apartment; the ice cream jar and a good film were waiting for him in his apartment. But his daughter was his responsibility, not Hvitserk’s. “Ubbe? You there?”

“I think this is finally moving. Don’t worry, I’m good. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

With a quick goodbye, Ubbe hang up and put the phone on the other seat. He ran a hand over his sweaty forehead and started the car.

On his way to the ballet class, he had to stop two more times. It seemed like everyone thought that using their cars that day was a good option. The clock read five thirty when he ran out of the car, nearly tripping with his own feet. It was so late that no one was around; the building was closed and the nosy mothers were nowhere to be seen.

Ubbe put his hands on the door and tried to see if there was someone inside. His daughter had to be somewhere, right? Just when he was debating between calling the police or breaking in, a little bundle of energy and laugh attached to his leg. He smiled when he saw his daughter smiling at him, and he took her up into his arms. As always, he expected her to cuddle up into his neck and to wrap her little arms around it. Yet his daughter moved against his arms until he let her down.

“Daddy, you need to come with me! Come on!” Grace gripped her father’s hand with her two little ones, and tried to move him. “She’s going to get hungry at me!”

“H-hungry?” he frowned, letting her carry him. She was wearing a little tutu skirt with a black maillot, that made her look like a doll. Her blonde hair, that he had carefully put into a bun that afternoon when Sigurd had taken her to her class, was in a messy ponytail, and his bright blue eyes were shinning with excitement.

“Yes! Miss Y/N is going to be hungry!”

“I think you mean angry, princess” Ubbe laughed at her. After watching her trying to drag him with all her force for a while, he took her in his arms as she still moved her little legs. “Why don’t you tell me where that Miss Y/N is? We’ll be quicker.”

It didn’t take a genius to know that she had ran off again. Grace had given his father a few scares over the years, always running away when she saw someone she knew. He could only imagine the worry of that Miss Y/N when Grace ran off. The little girl lead him towards the stairs of the main door, where Ubbe should have been knocking. There was a black sport bag on the floor, next to his daughter’s doll. Not even a second after letting Grace on the ground to look around, his daughter ran off again.

“Grace!” Ubbe saw how a woman crutched down in front of his daughter, and hugged her close. “Oh my god, Grace, you can’t run off like that! I told you to stay by my side until your daddy arrives!”

“But he’s here, Miss Y/N!” Grace smiled and put her chubby hands on your cheek, frowning when she saw the tears on your eyes. “Why are you sad?”

“Because you’ve scared her, Grace. I’ve told you many times that-“

Ubbe’s mouth could have hit the ground in that second and he wouldn’t have noticed. At his voice, you had raised your head and looked at him, and for the first time in his life he nearly forgot about his daughter. He had always assumed and joked with his brother about the old ballet teacher, probably a strict woman who didn’t smile; but you weren’t anything like that.

The little girl looked at her father with a frown, waiting for him to finish his sentence and to stop looking at her teacher. You rose up from the ground, cleaning your tights with your hands and offering him one, with a small smile.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, Grace’s teacher. It’s nice to finally meet you” Ubbe gave you his hand slowly, yet he didn’t answer. He was too focused on your eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry she ran off, I promise I was trying to keep an eye on her.”

“Daddy!” Ubbe let out a small whine when his daughter pounded her little fists on his leg. Finally, he blinked and coughed awkwardly. “It’s rude to stare at people!”

He looked down and saw her daughter pouting at him. Probably that meeting wasn’t going as she had imagined.

“Yeah, sorry, sorry” he scratched the back of his neck. “I’m-I’m Ubbe. I’m sorry I was late, her mother was supposed to pick her up but she called me last minute. I hope she hasn’t been much of a trouble.”

Ubbe’s word came out as calmed and collected, and he even sounded like a mature adult. On the contrary, he could feel his heart pounding in his ears and cold sweat gathering in his neck. He really begged to everything and everyone not to make a fool of himself in front of his daughter and her gorgeous teacher.

“Oh, don’t worry! Grace is an angel” you smiled, a faint blush covering your cheeks. “Actually, I was hoping to talk to you soon. I’ve tried contacting Margarethe, but I really think that she gave me a fake number.”

“Sounds like her” he rolled his eyes, used to her irresponsibility. It was not the first time she gave someone a fake number, she did the same with Grace’s caretaker. If it wasn’t for posting pictures with her beautiful daughter, Margarethe didn’t care about anything. “I’m actually free now, if you want.”

Ubbe watched as a little frown appeared in your face before you checked something in your phone. There was a moment of silence while Grace entertained herself with the keys of Ubbe’s car.

“Yeah, I mean-I have a class at seven, but it won’t take long. I think” you laughed, and like a switch, Ubbe smiled. “We can go inside, it’s not that hot.”

With a nod, he hoisted Grace up and walked behind you. The dance academy was huge, from the outside and inside. He had to follow you through two different corridors, as Grace chatted with you about a film he didn’t know about. If he thought you were beautiful before, seeing you talking with his daughter made him find you even more attractive.

Finally, you came to a stop in front of an office. It had your name in it, and it was nothing like the rest of the academy. While it was huge and elegant, your office was a small room with some chairs, a desk and a huge mess of papers and things.

“I didn’t expect anyone coming” you chuckled, your cheeks turning red as you tried to clean up a little. “It’s-It’s not always like this, but it has been a crazy week-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself” Ubbe gave you a side smile. “I mean, it’s kind of a relive that not everything in this place is so neat. I was getting nervous.”

You smiled at him softly, and told Grace that she could read some books that you had in the corner of the office. They were for little children; sure, she didn’t know how to read, but she shouted happily because of the pictures on them.

Ubbe noticed how, besides all the papers in the desk, there were also two big books about pedagogy and education. He remembered seeing them in the library of his university. Along with the fact that you were shaking probably from too much coffee, he understood that you had to be a student, just like him.

“Are you in the university?” he asked, not moving his eyes from the books.

“Yeah, third year. I go to my classes on mornings and spend my afternoons here, between classes with the children and my own. Kind of a crazy life.”

“I’m studying to be a doctor, too” your eyebrows rose, not expecting him to be that young. “Fourth grade, it’s still a long way to go but, I’m on my way.”

“That’s great!” your eyes shined. “You’re doing a really good job, Ubbe. I can’t imagine how difficult must be raising Grace and studying at the same time.”

Ubbe laughed, shifting in his chair. Indeed it had been three difficult years, with a little child to take care of and a life to build. Looking at Grace as she focused on some book, he was sure it was worthy.

“Yeah, I’m sure we all have our story to tell. As much as I would love to keep talking to you, I don’t want to keep you here. Don’t want to be the reason of some angry teacher.”

“Oh, don’t worry” you tilted your head to the side. “I mean, I do have training at seven, but I guess I’m my own teacher.”

He had already seen the multiples trophies that were placed on your shelfs. There were also some medals, all of them probably related with dancing.

“But, yeah, I suppose it’s better if we get straight to the point. So, Grace” you looked towards the little girl, who was talking under her breath. “She’s a lovely girl, really, probably the most obedient and formal of all of them. Always ask for things before getting them and uses modals. I mean, I could say she’s the best girl I’ve ever had.”

Ubbe felt his heart expand with pride, knowing that her little girl was kind and polite. He nodded softly, waiting for you to continue. And guessing where that was going.

“What I mean, is that she’s great. But I’ve seen that she’s really shy, and that she doesn’t talk to any other girls” you lowered your voice. “She’s not the youngest neither the oldest, and none of the others are mean with her.”

It had started a few months ago, maybe six. Grace used to be a talkative baby, always mumbling unintelligible things and laughing at everything. Ubbe and her went to a little park where she would always play and talk to other children, until one weekend where he left her with Margarethe. He didn’t know what happen, or why his daughter didn’t let go of him for two days. Grace stopped talking to other children and became really dependant of Ubbe and his brothers, only letting them go for the ballet class. Whatever happened that weekend, made Grace curl up into herself.

“I know” he sighed. “It’s already a big achievement that she wants to come here, even more that she seems to be so comfortable with you.”

“It’s not a bad thing! I can be any happier for that really, she’s a precious girl. Just that, she tends to glue herself to my knee and not let go” you laughed.

In Ubbe’s mind, everything was going wrong. She’s great but. I like her a lot yet. Grace is a marvellous girl, however. That summer, Ubbe had to pick up Grace from three different summer camps, all of them telling him that she was too shy and that they didn’t have time to take care of dependent child. He was ready for another rejection, just hoped that his daughter didn’t get too upset.

“Let me first tell you that I really appreciate the effort you’ve made, Y/N” he said, shifting again in the chair. He looked back at Grace before continuing, afraid that his daughter would hear him. “You’ve been the only one that has endured so much with her. I know she’s kind of clingy, but-“

“What are you-“

“No, let me finish. Grace is, you know, she needs to have a support always. I know it’s impossible to work with little children if one of them is attached to your knee, and I understand-“

Ubbe stopped his rambling when you gripped his tensed hand in yours, that had been curled in a fist without him noticing. The thought of leaving another class because of her shyness was heart-breaking for him, even more knowing that she couldn’t help it. Your hand, cold against his and full of little imperfections because of the falls while dancing, squeezed his gently, and you gave him a comforting smile.

“I’m not kicking her out, Ubbe. I was thinking about helping her, with your permission, to be a little more open. Just if you want to” as a teacher you had read about it before; and you were more than willing to help little Grace and his incredible handsome father. “I also run a little place, beside the classes and the university. It’s for children with problems, most of them have cancer or illnesses that make them not be able to fit.”

“The New Stars?”

Ubbe had heard about it before, in his class. It was a program for children, as you said, that worked closely with the hospital. He had been offered to work there as a voluntary, yet he hadn’t found the time to do so. That you worked in place like that, only made him more curious.

“I thought it was an initiative related with the hospital. What are you doing there?”

“Well, I was one of the founders” you said. “Kind of, actually it was my father’s idea. After he passed away, I’ve been working there. If Grace could come with me some days, it can help her. She would see herself as someone useful, and I’m sure it would make her open up. Besides, it will be good for the children. I mean, only if you want. It’s not a professional decision, only my opinion and advice, I would-“

“Are you kidding me?” Ubbe gave you a full smile, showing his teeth, and the way his eyes sparkled with happiness remined you to his daughter. “It’s not only an opinion, it’s the only solution I’ve come across with. I think it will be a good idea, if you don’t mind taking her with you.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

There was a second of silence where the two of you said nothing, too caught up in each other’s smiles. Your little moment was crashed by Grace, who had grown bored of the books.

“Daddy, can we go home?” she asked. Grace put her little hands on his knees, and pushed herself up until she was sitting on his father lap. Ubbe sat her right and you laughed, not used to see such a lovely kid.

“Yeah, we don’t want to keep Y/N here much longer, right?” he smiled.

“No, I want to” she frowned, looking between you two. “If I could choose, I would keep Miss Y/N here always. Then we can dance forever!”

Grace clapped excited, bouncing up and down in his father’s lap. For Ubbe, it was strange seeing her acting so freely and happy around someone that wasn’t himself.

Since the incident with Margarethe, she had become a very shy girl; even in front of Ivar, who wasn’t around as much as his other brothers, she hid behind Ubbe’s legs.

“Daddy and I were talking about doing something really cool, if you want to” you put your elbows on the desk, and looked into her eyes. “There is a place where I have a lot of toys and special things to play with, do you want to come? Daddy can too, if he wants.”

You looked at Ubbe briefly, asking silently if it was okay with it. For sure, the first day it would be a little hard for Grace, and having her father with her would make it easier. Ubbe nodded at you, not minding one bit spending more time with his daughter and her beautiful teacher.

Grace’s squeals made both of them laugh, and probably everyone who had been at least two rooms from your office cover their ears. She wiggled herself out of her father’s lap, and ran towards you. You had only time to pull the chair backwards before she crashed her little body on yours. She smiled and talked about how happy she was, and maybe rambled about the fantastic time travel’s machines there were going to be there. Neither Ubbe or you had the heart to tell her wrong.

“Do you have anything to do tomorrow morning?” you asked, turning and looking at Ubbe, with Grace then settled in your lap.

“Probably not, Saturdays are our days off, right princess?”

“Yes, but I don’t mind spending it with Miss Y/N” she hugged you closer. “You’re my favourite person in the world, and Daddy too.”

Inside you, something jumped in excitement at Grace’s word, and you let it out as a little giggle. Your cheeks turned red when you saw Ubbe looking at you with a fond smile.

After saying your goodbyes and exchanging phone numbers, you agreed to meet the next day in front of the door of The New Stars. Ubbe walked towards his car with Grace hanging from his arm, and you prepared everything for your class. As he rode away while Grace chattered in the back about you, he realised that spending his Friday picking up his daughter from the dance class instead of enjoying the ice cream on his house, had turned out to be a very good decision.

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moonythejedi394 · 6 years ago

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For your amazing stories on ao3, how would Steve react to having a stalker? How would Bucky react to Steve having one?

coh god a stalker!!! it would be so awful but i’m not the friendly neighborhood angst queen for nothing. this got long. omg it got long.

how about in the these days ‘verse? steve continues working at the hug room at the VA after booger is born and him and bucky get together/married/bonded, and there, one of the vets gets too attached to him. now, let’s be clear, mental health is wrongfully correlated with violence way too often, and it’s more than cliche to say that a vet with PTSD is disposed to violence, it’s ableism

hug room is part of the VA center, but it is not exclusive to the VA, it’s a therapy service. so steve has patients from several places, it isn’t his business where they come from. his job is to reacquaint them with gentle touch and that’s all he does.

so one of his more difficult patients becomes too attached. displacement, that’s the psychological term for it. we’ll go ahead and say it’s a guy and an alpha, bc statistically, that is more likely. and his name is uhhhhhhhhhhhhh frank. maybe over a slow period, steve does help him become more comfortable with physical touch, but almost at the same time, frank develops an obsession with him. tries to book more sessions than have been prescribed per week, shows up at random times and asks if he’s free, things like that. it escalates slowly, but it’s first caught by steve’s boss, who politely and kindly turns frank away one morning and tells him that he’s no longer going to be seeing steve. frank actually throws a fit then and there and he’s escorted out.

steve tells bucky about it after. bucky says that if frank shows up again, call him and he’ll see him out. steve tells him not to be so dramatic.

but it does get worse. frank follows steve home one day, though he’s stuck outside the apartment building. steve doesn’t notice, unfortunately. frank begins watching him daily, yannow, the whole stalker deal.

one night, frank somehow gets steve’s phone number. don’t ask us how, one otherwise ordinary tuesday night, steve’s encouraging jamesy to color outside the lines while bucky attempts to cook something new and interesting i’m sure, and steve’s phone rings. unknown number. not actually the dreaded Unknown Number, it was just a number steve didn’t recognize. steve passes jamesy to bucky, answers the call, he says, “hello?”

“hello.” “who is this?” *long silence.* “hello?” steve repeats? *heavy breathing* steve gets disturbed. “I’m going to hang up now,” he says. “wait!” frank shouts, actually shouts, “baby,” he says, “don’t go!”

steve, highly disturbed, he drops the phone from his ear and hangs up right away. “what’s the matter?” bucky asks. steve wanders over to him, bucky tosses an arm around his side, and steve promptly blocks the number. “weird phone call,” steve just says. bucky hugs him closer. “well, don’t answer it again.”

but it doesn’t stop. frank doesn’t call again that night, but he does the next night. steve blocks every single number, but frank keeps managing to find different unblocked ones, and after a month of his calling, steve changes his phone number. that stops it, but only briefly. bucky wants to go to the police about it, but steve says they shouldn’t, since it’s only phone calls.

and then one afternoon while steve’s taken jamesy to the park, frank gets too close. jamesy’s playing in the sandbox and steve is sitting nearby probably drawing. frank comes up behind him all quiet-like and steve, absorbed in drawing and watching jamesy, he doesn’t notice. frank slyly takes the seat on the bench next to steve and starts inching closer. steve notices when he’s just breached the distance of polite-personal-space.

“hi,” frank says. steve jumps up from his seat, grabs his stuff and starts to run to grab jamesy. “wait, no!” frank jumps up, too, grabbing steve’s arm, “i only wanted to see you again, you’ve been avoiding me!” “this is inappropriate,” steve argues, “inappropriate and it makes me uncomfortable, please leave me alone.” “you keep dodging my calls!” frank claims.

Steve jerks his arm away from frank, leaving his notebook behind, he grabs jamesy and books it. frank picks up the forgotten notebook and claims it as a treasure.

when they get home and steve tells bucky what happened, bucky doesn’t even wait to ask steve if he should, he just calls the police. an officer comes by and steve reluctantly gives a statement, shows the records of all the calls, admits that the hug room had to ban frank bc he’d started harrassing steve. the cop takes it all down, says they’ll make a note of it, and then just leaves. that’s all they can do for the time-being. frank hasn’t done enough to warrant a restraining order or anything. they do send an officer to tell frank to leave steve alone, but that’s all they can do.

bucky does not like that. he wants to go hunt frank down himself and show him a thing or two about stark prosthetics up close (after tony succeeded with bucky’s arm, he did go on to exceed his father in affluence and wealth while all the while giving top-of-the-line prosthetics to people like bucky for pennies). but anyway, bucky definitely wants to show frank the point with his fist, but steve, you know, he only believes the fight is worth having if it’s for someone else.

but for the time being, frank does vanish. steve says “see, it’s fine!” and bucky says “he’s luring us into a false sense of security” and steve looks at him flatly with his eyebrows raised and blinks once and bucky splutters about cautiousness for a bit while steve just looks at him until he just slows until he stops. “okay, we’ll leave him alone,” bucky agrees reluctantly. “for now!”

and for the moment, frank does seem to move on. the phone calls stop, steve doesn’t see him again, jamesy of course has no idea what’s going on, he’s 2. he does know about banana peanut butter sandwiches and the most thinking he does is whether or not he wants chunky or smooth peanut butter.

a few months go by, steve and bucky think it’s blown over. and then one night, bucky’s out with the guys or he’s working late, and it’s just steve and jamesy at home. steve’s just put jamesy to bed and he took a shower and he’s probably like thinking that he’s going to get himself prettied up and he’s going to be ready in bed already prepped when bucky gets home, so he’s wearing a towel and he’s a lil bit drippy, and he notices that the shades are open so he goes to shut it and then he fucking screams and runs out because frank is sitting on the fire escape outside looking in.

bucky books it home and gets there before the cops. steve has at some point gotten into bucky’s bathrobe probably. the baby’s woken up, he’s hungry and grumpy, bucky’s out of his mind terrified, like, what if the window had been unlocked or he’d broken it, oh my god! and steve is just silently hugging jamesy and bucky bc he’s kinda in shock. cops do come and they look around, but they don’t find any trace of frank. the cops can’t pin anything on frank, but they say they’ll talk to him again and one of them advises steve and bucky to get a civil restraining order filed, bc in that case, if frank does show up again, then they’ll have something to charge him with.

bucky right away starts the process to get the restraining order. steve lets him do it bc he’s still kinda in shock. i mean, you go into your bedroom wearing a towel and there’s a dude with his eyeballs pressed to the glass, it’s a shocking thing! it takes several weeks, but they get it filed and in the meantime, bucky and steve put extra locks on the windows and the front door. around the same time, the phone calls start up again and they have to change steve’s number a third time. frank even calls bucky once, unfortunately for him, bc bucky stays on the line long enough to scream at him, and this time, frank’s the one that hangs up.

once the restraining order is filed, frank’s stalking does stop. for a while. a few months of blessed peace, and then bucky wakes up one night to the sound of the window rattling. steve does not wake up, bc he doesn’t sleep with his hearing aids in. bucky wakes up, gets up, suspicious, and actually grabs his sidearm. he creeps up to the window and pops the blinds apart. frank is on the other side trying to jimmy it open. immediately, frank starts to book it, bucky throws the window open and jumps out on the fire escape, yelling and screaming, people all across the building switch their lights on, and frank stops halfway down the fire escape to yell back at bucky, “you can’t stop me, i love him more than you.” bucky promptly fires a warning shot into the air, which does wake steve up, and frank books it again.

the police come. bucky did fire his gun, but it was into the air, nobody got hurt. this time, frank committed a criminal offense and the cops get to arrest him. he’s charged with criminal contempt of the first degree in violating the protection order filed by james b. rogers-barnes and steven rogers-barnes, and he’s given a fine and 2 years, 9 months in prison. frank briefly entertains the idea of suing bucky for firing the warning shot, but his lawyer advises him not to, bc he’d almost definitely lose and he’s lost enough.

steve and bucky both feel much safer with him behind bars. they nearly forget about him until the sentence is close to ending, but when frank is released, his lawyer contacts their lawyer with a very stiff and formal apology notice and the promise to abide by the restraining order there on out. ofc, violating it a second time would earn him more prison time, and that’s probably why. it’s a sigh of relief.

that got really long. i spent way longer on this than i should have. but! i hope you enjoyed this, ducky, and thank you so much for the ask! i did enjoy answering it and it’s definitely a really interesting scenario. god, now i’m wondering what would happen if slutty!steve had a stalker. tho, mafia-king!bucky would probs just shoot them at the earliest opportunity. which would make it a very short scenario. still, the kept boy ‘verse is partially murder kink. carry on, have a lovely day!

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