#by pull cards i mean i hold out a bunch of cards till he rubs his face on a batch

[lesbianhekate]

cat was going nuts and jumping on our altar that I haven't cleaned up in over a year so I let him pull some cards for the solstice and now he's chilling

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Heuj valves, you know what I'm here for, go on. Make us a story dolly >:)

-cursed

Okay, in case you guys haven’t been around for like, the past day or two, let me explain. This is involving Bill Sykes, the villain of the movie ‘Oliver and Company’. Cursed came out of nowhere, showed me this man, and he has LITERALLY kept me up all night last night. I’m tired, majorly horny, and I hate this big, BIG man so much. Let’s go. (Also side note first attempt writing him, I'm trying)

Money. Money was a thing that made the world go round. It was something everyone wanted, something everyone would fight tooth and nail to get. Some people had nothing, and some had far too much. Like Sykes. Sykes had so much money, through brute force, through cunning, through anything and everything unsavory. And with so much money, came with the ability to have SO much power, of which he abused. If he wasn’t taunting people with how much money he had, he was luring more people in with his classic charm. As evil as he was, no one really seemed to see it at the beginning. They saw an older, rather likeable man. It was why no one blinked twice when he walked into the clothes store. If anything, he was welcomed, especially by the man behind the counter.

“Mr.Sykes! Just on time! Ever the punctual man! I got your new suit in!”

“Good, good. You’re one of the few in this city that DOESN’T disappoint me.”

“I should hope not, you’re my best customer! Speaking of, can I be daring enough to offer you a new set of shoes?”

“Wasn’t looking for a new pair, but what the hell.”

Sykes let him be walked to the counter. He JUST so happened to be on the counter next to some lady. Pretty thing, honestly. She somehow didn’t notice him, and pushed a handbag across the counter.

“Hey, I didn’t see a tag on this. Can you check it for me?”

This lady didn’t belong here. This was a real ‘if you had to ask, you can’t afford it’ kinda place. The guy behind the counter gave her a look, before glancing at the bag.

“Twenty nine fifty, miss.”

“Only thirty bucks? Okay-”

She went to dig into her current purse, before he cleared his throat.

“Ma’am, no. I’m saying it's two thousand, nine hundred and fifty dollars.”

“Ah. So when do I get the bull?”

“Pardon?”

“The bull. The one who's giving me this fresh batch of shit."

Sykes had to give her one thing, she had a mouth on her. Sykes sensed a fight, and decided to turn that into his favor.

“Hey, let me pay for the lady here.”

She looked at him, seeming to just now notice his presence. She was reasonably suspicious, and seemed to almost snarl at him.

“I don’t do freebies.”

“Not a freebie. Just thought a pretty lady should have pretty things. If you don’t want it, fine, won’t push it. Really, it’s on me.”

She hesitated, before seeming to put her guard down, pushing the purse back across the counter. He chuckled, swiping his card. This is how you brought the pretty ones in. Buy them something nice and shiny, show them you were a sweet guy. He grabbed his things, and stepped outside with her. She was staring at her purse in fascination, before turning to look at him.

“Thanks a bunch, by the way. Didn’t catch your name.”

“Sykes. Bill Sykes.”

He held his hand out to her, and she accepted the handshake. He took the chance to give her another look over, and realized; yeah. She was worth trapping. He threw his stuff into the car, before turning to look in her direction.

“You have plans for lunch?”

“No, why?”

“Feelin’ generous today. Assuming you can spare me some company.”

She looked hesitant, studying him and his ride. If he wasn’t rich, it would’ve been ‘hell no’. But she was, like many, allured by his obvious, flagrant weath.

“I mean...yeah, sure. Why not?”

Little did she know, she was digging the hole deeper and deeper.

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It had gotten WAY later into the night than he planned. He had meant to only spare an hour or so, but he found himself taking well into sunset. By the time they left the place, she was hooked, lined, and sinker, laughing and holding onto his arm as they walked back to his car. He opened the passenger side door for her, motioning for her to hop in.

“You want a ride back to your place? You DID have a bit to drink.”

She nodded, getting inside, practically giddy.

“Yeah, I can tell you how to get there, I think.”

“Good, good.”

He shut the door after her, and hopped in himself. He put on his seatbelt, and lit up a cigar. He hadn’t had a good smoke all day, and it felt good to finally get one in. He let her guide him to her house, and made a mental note of just where she lived. The drive was but a simple action, but it was a clever, discreet way of knowing just where to find her. He stopped right in front of her place, put the car in park, and exhaled the smoke into the car’s interior.

“You know, you put me in a real, real good mood. How about I do the same for you?”

She looked at him, confused, before he pulled out his wallet, and brought out a good chunk of cash. THAT sobered her up. Her first instinct was to clearly reach for it, but she stopped herself.

"What...is this for?"

"Spending money. Something for you to play around with, invest in stuff, whatever ya want."

"That’s...lots of money. A...LOT of money. You just carry that with you? You don’t think you’ll get mugged or something?”

“That doesn’t happen. Trust me on that.”

He chuckled. There were attempts, MANY attempts in fact, but...well. Didn’t end well, let’s keep it at that. She looked down at the stack, and he knew she was so close to being in his web. Just one movement of the hand. One moment of indulgence. And she fell for it. She took it from his hand, and counted it in her hand. The more she counted, the more lost she seemed to get, clearly in disbelief.

“Twenty five...t-thousand. That’s seriously how much this is?”

“Right on the dot. Now go on, get outta here. Sure I’ll bump into ya again, Doll.”

When she helped herself out of the car, he chuckled, and pulled out of the driveway. Soon enough made it home, where Roscoe and Desoto looked up at him, clearly wondering where he had been. It WAS a bit past their usual treat time. Fishing some out of his pockets, he tossed them towards his eagerly awaiting pups. He sighed as he sat down at his chair, leaning back a bit, and blowing rolls of smoke into the air.

“You boys ain’t gonna believe today’s catch. A real cute thing, you have no idea. Imma give her the usual week. Desoto.”

He snapped his fingers, and the mutt obeyed promptly, getting out of bed and sitting at his side. He allowed Sykes to run his big, firm hands through his fur, and thumbs rubbing at the tips of his ears. His master seemed VERY pleased by his new catch today, he almost never got special pets like this.

“You guys are gonna love her. Because If I don’t get a bite out of her, you two will.”

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He waited in his car, headlights off as he awaited her to return from work. He decided to take all this time to get back to some calls, rather than just sit here with his thumbs up his ass. 

“No. No. Swear to god ya bunch of morons- no. Take the teeth out BEFORE ya dump him. So what if he screams? Well ya in the warehouse right? Aight, ya gonna be fine then.”

His associate kept talking on the other line, but Sykes didn’t listen. He was too distracted by his hounds in the back, who were now fully sitting up and looking out the window. His dogs were a pain, but at least they were smart.

“Yeah listen, imma call ya back. Figure it out.”

He then saw her. She was even carrying the same purse he bought her. He waited till she went to her front door, before turning on the headlights, nearly blinding the poor thing. He stepped out of the car, hands out as if he was being welcoming.

“Aye, there ya are doll! Been a while!”

She seemed confused for a minute, but as he stepped closer, it clicked.

“Sykes, right?”

“Yeah, knew ya wouldn’t forget me. I didn’t forget ya in the slightest.”

He walked up to her, and leaned against the door, pinning her between a rock and a hard place. She shrunk a bit, before looking down at the floor. She had dropped her keys. Just before she could make the motion to reach for them, he covered it with the bottom of his shoe. He leaned down, blowing plumes of smoke into her face, making tears swell in her eyes.

“So, where’s my payment?”

“Payment?”

Of course she was confused. They always were. As if money was free in this world. He let the cigar roll in his mouth, before nodding.

“Yeah, my payment. You took a loan from me, doll. I need it back.”

“I didn’t know that was a loan! You didn’t say-”

“Little girl, nothing in this world is free, money included. Now, where is it? If you got it upstairs, I’ll go with ya to get it.”

Her little eyes looked so frantic under his gaze. He just needed to hear those words. Words that from any other mouth, would make him a very unhappy man.

“I...don’t have that kinda money.”

That was all he needed. He grabbed her by her arm, and yanked her to follow. She would’ve made a dash for her keys, had Roscoe not nipped at her heel, forcing her to back away. Turns out two barking dogs made for quite the deterrent. Sure, she struggled, screaming as his hand slapped over her mouth, but that didn’t matter. He managed to pull her away, and nearly threw her into the car. Desoto was a good boy, using those big, pearly whites to keep her there in pure fear.

“Roscoe, fetch.”

Roscoe went for the door, grabbed the keys, and placed them into his master’s hand.

“Good boy. Now get in.”

He waited till his other pup jumped into the back, before he went to the driver’s seat, and locked the doors. He adjusted his rearview mirror, and caught a glimpse of her scared little eyes. Yep. She was already worth every penny.

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“Don’t look at me like I’m a bad guy, sweetheart. You understand, ain’t nothing free. I fancy myself a good guy, but not good enough to just hand out money like that.”

Roscoe and Desoto circled her like vultures. She didn't even NEED to be tied up like this, he just liked the assurance, and the view. Like a little doe, she was still, powerless, and scared.

"I didn't know-"

"What you don't know, CAN kill you. I'm sorry, I know it ain't fair. But life is like that. Fortunately for you, I'm a very compassionate man. We can discuss methods of payment. Any family money?"

She shook her head, seeming to be a BIT distracted by Roscoe's sharp teeth. He gave a sharp inhale, shaking his head.

"Clearly YOU don't have the money, right? No 'under the sofa' cash?"

Another shake of her head. His fingers tapped against his table, shaking his head in clear disappointment. 

"Oh. I REALLY don't like your options now, Doll. Ya got two choices."

She squirmed a bit, stiffening as Desoto's teeth bared against her. He lifted his hands up a bit, and snapped his fingers. Roscoe followed the command, and dashed right for her, barking and frothing at the mouth. The weight of his body sent her falling, with the chair slamming onto the floor. He pinned her down, barking and covering her face in drool, teeth BARELY missing her own skin. 

Oh how she screamed. How she begged for mercy. How her legs thrashed as she tried in vain to get away. He let her sit there until he was certain there were tears in her eyes. Then he stood up, and slowly walked over to her, heavy footsteps clanking against the hard floor below them. He snapped his fingers, and Roscoe heeled, taking a seat next to his fellow fido. He squatted down to her level, blowing smoke into her already irritated face. He liked crybabies.

"That's option one. I'm assuming you don't want that."

She shook her head, sniffing. He rolled the cigar in his lips, before he lifted her face up with his hand, and pushed her chin down, forcing her mouth to open.

"Option two. You could provide me with a few...services. Then we can forget ALL about the pesky little debt you have with me. You're a pretty little thing, I'd be willing to let you work it off. I mean, you'd survive If I bit you, rather than my boys here. Not to mention if you're sweet 'nuff, I'll un do those pesky ropes of yours."

She clearly thought about it, but her mind was foggy, her eyes hurt, even her lungs felt sore from the second hand smoke. But, just as he suspected, she nodded. A huge grin came over his face, and he held onto the chair, pulling her off the floor.

"Alright sweetheart, let's EARN your freedom here. Open that pretty mouth for me."

He held onto her face as he pulled in, pushing that thick, rich smoke right into her mouth. All while his tongue slid into her mouth, grazing against hers. He took his time, getting a good, firm kiss out of her. He only pulled away when he needed to breathe. She needed it too, starting to fall into a coughing fit. It was cute. He put out his cigar on the ashtray, letting it sit there.

"Mm. You taste good. Damn good."

He undid his belt buckle, and whipped himself out. He turned her face at him, but with a bit of a...heavy hand, he pressed his cock against her face.

It was precious, watching such an innocent face under his thick cock. She whined a bit as he pushed her face into him, nearly smothering her with not only his dick, but his hairy, hairy balls.

"Open up for me Doll, nice and sweet. And don't you bite me. You'll regret it, trust me."

This time she seemed fairly willing, opening her mouth with not much more than a wince. He grabbed onto that pretty, pretty hair of hers, and pulled, really shoving her onto him.

"Oh that's the ticket, honey. Right there. Can feel that little tongue of yours."

He pushed himself fully, and held himself there, till he felt her gag, just like a good girl. He pulled away, watching her pant, lips covered in her own drool, and chest heaving. She was about to speak, before he shoved his balls right into her mouth, head tossed back in content. When was the last time he had his balls sucked by a cute, willing (somewhat anyway) little thing like her? He kept his fat, firm fingers in between her hair, really making a mess of it. Beautiful, poised girls were all swell, but cute, messy girls were such fun playthings. He granted her a bit of mercy, pulling away, while still pumping his cock.

"Mmm. You're a good little girl, ain't ya? Pretty too. I was gonna really put you through the ringer, but you're too damn precious NOT to be opened."

Not needing any scissors, he yanked at the ropes, making them snap under the force of his grip. He lifted her off of the seat, putting her on his desk, and using his big, strong hands to part those nice looking legs of hers. She was clearly hesitant, being felt up by essentially a stranger, but he didn’t care. Long as she didn't fight him, he could give less of a damn. He tore off her skirt, and took a gander of her panties. It was hot, knowing those lacey undergarments were paid for by HIM.

"Cute set here, Doll. Real, real cute stuff."

He took a hold of her ass, and pulled her closer to him, pressing himself right against that nice, cute fabric. With his free hand, he tugged at her shirt. Just because he was hungry, didn't mean he couldn't be a bit refined.

"Shirt, bra, off. Case you wanna keep your outfit in one piece."

He saw her hands tremble, as if she was confused. He gave another tug, and she seemed to finally get the hint, pulling her clothes off. She was worth the wait, honestly. Hell, he was so excited, he took his own shirt off, laying it as carefully as he could off to the side of the desk (it was hard to keep your shit neat when you wanted to be messy). He dug his fingers into her hair again, and yanked her into another kiss, this time really pressing himself against her. It wasn’t just their bank accounts that differed, it seemed. Where she was soft, helpless, he was firm, foreboding against her. He loomed over her, nearly suffocating her with not only his greedy lips, but his large, hairy, heavy frame. He pulled her away for a moment, ignoring the way she winced. He was pretty heavy handed, especially when it came to such a darling looking thing. He started to roll his hips into her, pushing his tip right against her clit. He liked the way she jumped every time, liked the way her toes seemed to curl. 

“You’re gonna handle me REAL well, girlie. I can tell. You’re really just a kitten, ain’t ya?”

His hand cupped at one of her breasts, kneading and pulling at the flesh. He was heavy handed with her, using enough force to make her wince. Not his fault she had a cute pair, with a face to match. He would sit there and play with them till they were nice and raw, but he wasn’t sure his cock would handle this much stalling. He hooked his finger into her underwear, and pulled them off. They were pretty much soaked, and something about that was just so charming to him. He let go of her hair, and groped her pussy, palming at her wet, warm folds. She held onto his hand, writhing under his firm grip. He pulled his hand away, letting her whimper as he checked out just how much she left on his hand. Needy little thing, it seemed. He slapped that hand over her mouth, and pushed himself right inside. You’d think he’d give her just the tip, get her used to his size.

You’d be wrong.

He pushed himself fully inside of her, balls deep, and watched her shake. Not that he blamed her. He was a big guy, afterall. He kept his hand over her mouth, despite how much she clawed at his hand. He held her like that, not moving a single muscle until she decided to settle down. He pulled his hand away, watching as her own drool (along with her own fluids) smeared over her delicate little mouth. She looked at the cock stuff inside of her, before looking at his face. He was expecting some kind of retort, some kind of insult, maybe even a slap to the face, stuff he was used to.

“You’re a terrible, terrible man.”

He opened his mouth to give her a life lesson (one he gave everyone when they barked that at him), when she suddenly flung herself at him, nearly smashing her lips against his own. That...was a first. But he was NOT complaining. He grabbed the back of her head, and returned the kiss with fervor, letting her moan right into his greedy, greedy mouth. Laying her right onto her back, he started to slam himself right into her. He had no idea how his desk supported his weight, especially when he was acting damn near belligerent on his new toy, but god was he glad it did. Especially since his new toy seemed just as excited as he was now, running her hands through his absolute mess of chest hair, and even locking her legs around him, as if she didn’t want him to leave. He parted the kiss, panting huskily against her lips. She moved not an inch, in either obedience, or the fact that his strong, fat hands were still holding the back of her head, as if he was scruffing a mutt.

“You’re taking me real nice, doll. You feel nice and tight, and you’re feeling me up like you actually like me.”

She didn’t seem to be focusing on his words for a moment, but rather keeping her focus on his big, hairy tummy. Not that he cared, he favored looking at her tits moving in sync with his thrusts. He favored watching the lewdness in her eyes, he favored knowing that her ravenous pussy leaked all over his desk. All of these he favored, over her actually meeting his eyes (Sykes wasn’t a real romance type, case you haven’t guessed). He let her continue her grubby little hands as he lowered his face right to the nape of her neck. He could tell that she liked hearing him talk, given the way she seemed to pull at his hair every time his breath brushed against her ear.

“It’s gonna feel so good when I cum right in you. You’re already handling me so good, you’re already gonna cum yourself. I can see it. I can see it plain as day, you wanna cum on my cock. Even if I’m a bad, bad guy, you want me doll. And that’s SO sweet of ya, really.”

He could tell she was trying to give him a bit of a fight. Just a little bit of one. She had such a mean little scowl about her, as if she refused to let him see her cum. Unfortunately for her, he always took what he wanted. And after just a few more thrusts, after taunting her with his sweet, sweet voice, and after grabbing her so tightly she bruised, she came. She shook something fierce as he fucked her right through it, relishing in her cries of ecstasy. He was used to screams. Screams of mercy, of pain, but hearing one from such a cute little dame cumming for him, it was just so refreshing. She pushed his face away, only to bury her teeth right into his big, meaty neck. Most bites tended to happen on his hand, so feeling it here was just something else. He didn’t have a chance in hell. With a swear under his lips, he came. He forced her to keep still, pumping cum right inside of her. Even as it trickled out of her, he didn’t seem to quit. He wasn’t timing it, but he knew he lasted a damn good minute before he finished.

“Shit.”

Was his only response. A simple, satisfied swear. One that helped ease all the tension in his poor, old body. His stomach rested on hers as he panted, ever so slowly calming down from a damn good high. She was quite a vision herself, covered in sweat and bruises. Pretty thing. She forced herself to swallow, before speaking, wearily.

“We uh...square, right?”

That made him laugh. He shook his head, leaning over to his discarded jacket, and pulling out a cigar. He lit it up, taking a good, deep inhale, right before looking down at her.

“Honey, that was a damn good fuck, really it was. But that was NOT worth twenty five thousand. You still got a bit of work ahead of ya, Doll.”

He watched her wince as he tapped his cigar, letting the ashes fall onto her exposed skin. Yep.

She was a keeper.

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 21

Chapter Selection

Opening my eyes, I felt the cold spot next to me. Stretching my arms, sitting up and going to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I glanced over the forming hickeys that were on my neck. Running my fingers over them, "Goddamn." 

Peeking behind me in the mirror, Chloe was standing there coming to stand next to me. 

"That was Hotch", she pointed to my neck. Blush started to creep up my cheeks, "Yeah... all I'm going to say is-- we didn't really talk." 

"Of course", she rolled her eyes and went back into her own room. Throwing my hair up, I brushed my teeth. Shedding my clothes and taking a shower, the water relaxed the soreness that was left after the night with Aaron. 

Stepping out I got dressed, putting on some of Aaron's clothes that I had 'stolen' from him. I had an hour before class started and wanting to see him before class started I left early. Chloe watched me take the keys and leave.

Getting down to the car I pulled out of the parking spot and started driving. 

The past few days had been spent with Aaron... taking care of Jack. His fever broke and was starting to feel better, giving Aaron and I some time to ourselves. 

Parking the car, I reached the campus. Strolling my way down the sidewalk and to the building and lecture hall. The air was crisp, with the soft light peeking through the trees. It was the beginning of spring morning and I was loving it. 

Slowly opening the doors and closing them behind me I saw Aaron sitting at the desk. Being nose deep in papers and what looked like case files. "Having fun", his head snapped up and his eyes met mine. 

"As fun as it can be", I tossed my bag in my chair and went up to him. Taking a seat on his desk and crossing my legs. "Can I see?", he handed me the file he was looking at. It was a case that his team was working on at the moment. Looking at the words and picture it was a murder of now four women. 

They all had their vocal cords slashed and bound to a chair. "Holy shit." He sighed, "Yeah." He was reviewing the information, being fresh eyes for his team. "They seem to have it under control. My friend sent that over right after their flight. Just wanted to see what I could do." 

Humming, I set the file back down on the desk. "How's Jack doing?" 

"He's better, although according to him he just wanted you back to help him." A smile spread on my face, "You raised a good kid Aaron." 

"I mean you were there for two almost half of his life... so technically we raised a good kid." 

"That's one way of putting it... I do love that kid though." 

"He loves you too, but he wouldn't openly admit it." I glanced over and checked the time, there was a half hour till class. From my peripheral I could see Aaron. His eyes traveled up my body, "Are those my clothes." 

I nodded, "Felt like being comfortable today." I uncrossed my legs. 

"They look good on you... would be better if you were wearing nothing though." Catching me off guard, a heat courses through me. His hand started on my calf and made its way up, gripping my thigh. Tugging me towards him; I straddled his lap. "Sir isn't a little early in the morning to be this needy." 

Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Now I'm the needy one... If I recall correctly you were the one on your knees begging to suck my cock yesterday." 

"Things change", leaning into me , his chest pressed against mine. 

His lips next to me, "Is that right." His voice rumbled into my ear, I was starting to pool in my underwear. If just his voice got me this turned on, he didn't need to do much at this point to have me be the eager one. "Are you getting off to my voice." Clenching around nothing, he could definitely tell how he was affecting me. 

"You know I might not even do anything to you, let you sit here... desperate." I unconsciously started moving my hips, letting out a soft moan till his hands gripped me. "Now now... that's what we're not going to do. If you want something you can ask nicely." 

"Or I can take what I want", I breathed out. 

"You'll take what I give you or you get nothing", going against his words. I grind down on him. Aarons hold getting tighter, stopping my movements all together. "Why'd you have to go and do that... you just want to act like a brat now huh? Thinking you can get what you want. Trust me sweetheart you're not going to get anything by having an attitude." 

He brushed his lips with mine, "This how is going to go... you're going to let me do anything I want. A way to redeem yourself— prove to me you can follow a simple direction like a good girl. The other option, you get off of me and sit your pretty little ass down in your seat... then you get nothing. What'll it be." 

I pushed his buttons, which was my whole goal. I wanted to get this side of him out, I loved his being sweet and caring but I wanted his dominance to show. For him to take what was his. 

"Option one", I gazed into his eyes and saw his eyes dilate. They grew dark, his hand slid upwards under the hoodie. My body shuddered under his hands. "Knew you were a smart little slut." 

I whimpered, "Can I touch you sir?" 

Nodding he cupped my breast and lifted the hoodie up to expose them to his mouth. Wrapping his mouth around my nipped and flicking his tongue over it. My back arched into his chest. While his mouth was still on my chest I was too hazed to notice his hands traveling down my back and under my thighs. 

Pulling his attention away for a second when swiped everything to the other side of his desk. 

He was standing up and my legs were wrapped around his waist. Bending down my back hit the cold surface of his desk. I gasped when he toyed with the strings of the sweat pants I was wearing. Bunching them up at my ankles. 

Bucking my hips against his hard bulge, I reached between us and began rubbing my clit. Aaron grabbed my hand and pinned it above my head, "You don't get to touch what's mine." His voice was dark, and it seemed to just get lower. I just wanted him inside me, to feel full.

"I know my little girl is eager, don't worry." He pulled his pants down just enough to take out his cock. Stocking it right in front of me, he tilted his head back moaning out. "Fuck", looking back at me he teased my entrance, rubbing up and down my slit. "Aaron ple—."

I didn't finish the sentence as Aaron grabbed my hips, bringing me closer to him. He slammed into me, he was fully seated in me. My breast bounced with his rhythms as he continuously pounded forwards. The sound of my whimpering and his groans filled the room. 

His hand went straight to my throat, tightening his fingers around my neck. In that moment I didn't give a single fuck about his rules. I wanted his tongue in my mouth, his lips biting on mine. Moving my hands I took hold of the back of his neck and brought him to me. 

Smashing my lips with his, we evaded each other. At this point taking whatever we wanted, my other hand worked its way into his hair. Carding though and tugging, "My dirty fucking whore." He groaned against me. A thin layer of sweat coated both of us. Worst part was we needed to be in class for the next hour and a half. 

"Daddy", those words seemed to encourage him. I noticed the change in pace while he snaked his hand down to my clit. "You're mine, every. fucking. part of you." 

"I'm yours", I was close to my high. I knew he was too. Moaning too loud he covered my mouth, muffing every sound I made. "If you don't be quiet I'll need to fill that mouth of yours." Yes please

Needing to be quiet, I bit his hand as I came around him. Every inch of me clenched his cock, "Fuck baby." Aaron filled me up, slowing his thrusts. His head settled in the crook of my neck. He peppered kisses on my shoulder. 

Catching our breaths, he settled himself. 

Putting my clothes back on. "That was—." 

His hand went behind his head, "Yeah... sorry if I was too rough." I chuckled, "It was great." 

"I'm gonna go... clean up", I walked up to the door only for it to be pushed open by Chloe, "Thanks for leaving me." Was all she said, Chloe took her seat at the front and I looked back at Aaron. The door was unlocked the whole time. I was lucky that it was Chloe and not some other student. 

If she heard anything, I was definitely going to be teased about it later. Just by looking at our appearances you could tell something happened. 

My pink swollen lips and flushed face. Aarons disheveled hair and crumpled clothes. Fuck

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[swearwolf-writes]

Sunset Curve not Sunset Straight (pt. 8)

It’s been a long day. Halloween is almost here and Flynn is raving.

“So we gotta get our costumes, matching, obviously. Oooh, maybe the boys can come as ghosts-!” She jumps up and down on Julie’s bed, it’s owner shaking her head. “They’re supposed to be from Sweden, remember?” “Oh, right.” She sat still, playing with Julie’s mic. “Your doodles are awesome - do the boys draw too?” Julie raises her eyebrows at her best friend, “Do you have a crush on them?” “Les-be honest,” Flynn wiggles her eyebrows, “you’re the only one with a crush on any of em.” Flynn still doesn’t know about Julie and Luke, Julie still trying to figure out how to tell her bestfriend that she’s dating a ghost.

“Julie has a crush?” Reggie saunters into the room and flops onto the bed next to them. “Do tell.” “I don’t have a crush!” She lightly pushes his shoulder, Flynn looking confused. “Which one-?” “Reggie’s here.” She points to the seemingly empty space on her bed, Reggie waving goodnaturedly despite the fact that Flynn still can’t see him. “He’s waving.” She grins and waves at thin air. The bassist turns back to Julie. “So what’s going on?” “Flynn here,” she gives the girl a pointed look, “thinks I have a crush on one of you guys. I told her I don’t-” Reggie and Flynn share a knowing look despite her not being able to see him. “-I mean isn’t there some sort of unofficial rule about bandmates dating?” “Boy, I hope not-” Julie blinks at him, slightly shocked. “Wait, did any of you guys date-?” He sits up, glancing between the girls suspiciously. “Are you winding me up or did you really not know?” “Know what?” “That they used to date.” Julie slowly moves her gaze over to Flynn. “Apparently Luke and Alex used to date?” Julie fills her in, the lesbian punching the air. “I called it!”

“Wait, you said used to? Why did they break up?” The girls stare at him expectantly, the boy raising his hands in defence of himself. “That is their business whether they tell you or not. But,” he jumps off the bed and moves towards the door, “I do have a bunch of polaroids from when they were dating.” She follows suit, grabbing Flynn’s hand and dragging her with them. “Lead the way!” “The way to where?” “Memory lane.” Julie grins and squeezes her hand, the girl not understanding her but going along with it anyways.

“Ta-da~!” Reggie brings the old box, down from the loft, setting it on their old table. Flynn creates a groove in the dust and wipes her dirty finger down in disgust. “This seems cool but my mom needed me home an hour ago. And remember, we’re matching this Halloween, alright? I’m thinking the creepy twins from The Shining. Or maybe we’ll be Ghost Busters.” “Hey!” Reggie complains to deaf ears as she smirks and walks out, waving goodbye. “I’ll think about it.”

She turns back to the pouting ghost and pats his knee. “We won’t bust you guys.” “I know, I know.” He shakes his head and turns back to the box, blowing the dust away as best as he can while Julie coughs in the background. “Pros of being dead: we don’t actually need to breathe so dust doesn’t make us cough either.” She continues coughing and glares at him, the boy quickly avoiding her gazing and opening the box.

“Aww, check these out.” He picks up some old pictures, smiling nostalgently. He shows them to Julie, watching as she smiles at the boys’ goofing off. “This is you guys and Trevor- Bobby?” “Yeah, Christmas, 1994.”

“All I want for Christmas is you~” Bobby sang along cheerfully to the song on the radio, taping mistletoe to the strings criss-crossed across the studio. The plant was all over the room, inescapable.

“Seriously, dude?” Luke walked into the studio, Alex and Reggie close on his heels. “If you’re gonna live in my garage, I get to decorate.” Alex groaned as Reggie whooped quietly, grabbing their camera and taking pictures of the bizarre décor. Bobby stopped the other boys in their tracks, pointing up above their heads. Mistletoe. “Seriously-” Alex stared at the rhythm guitarist with disbelief, only to be met with complete seriousness. The boys blushed as they met in a sweet kiss, Luke’s hand on Alex’s jaw, the taller boy resting his hand on the shorter’s waist. Bobby and Reggie cheered teasingly, the bassist capturing the moment in a picture.

“They were, like, together-together, huh?” “Bobby and I had a bet that they’d be engaged before they were 20.” Julie raises her eyebrows, cooing quietly. “And then you didn’t even live till 20.” Reggie side-eyes Julie goodnaturedly, gasping in mock-offence. “We died, Julie- that’s not something you joke about-” She raises her hands in defence, checking out the other pictures.

“Hey, you guys looked cute here.” She shows him a picture, the boys sat on Luke’s couch, Reggie taking a selfie with the four of them. They were grinning widely, Julie chuckling as she finds its sequel.

“Alright, I’m taking another-!” Reggie warned the band as he raised the polaroid camera. Bobby swung an arm over Alex’s shoulders, the quartet smiling brightly. “Say cheese!” Reggie took the picture, blushing brightly as Luke pressed a kiss to his cheek, the image holding that memory firmly.

Reggie flushes brightly as he spots the second image in Julie’s hand. He reaches over to try and take the picture from her hand, Julie jumping out of the way as she watches his reactions.

“Oh my God-!” “What?” “You have a crush on Luke!”  The boy babbles unintelligibly as his cheeks grow hotter. “No, you have a crush on Luke!” He pulls an Uno reverse card from his pocket, Julie bursting out into laughter as she sees the card. “I mean, we’re dating so I guess you’re right - but I don’t deny it - unlike you.” He relents with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the nape of his neck. “So maybe I have a small crush on Luke-” Julie bounces on the balls of her feet, slapping his shoulder wildly. “Awesome!”

He looks at her strangely. “You’re not mad?” “Why would I be?” “You got there first?” She shakes her head and flops, graceful as always, next to him. “You got there in 1994 or 95 - you just didn’t know it.” Reggie opens his mouth to protest but quickly closes it as he realises he has nothing to say to that. “That…. is true. Fair enough.”

They sit in silence, flicking through photos, Julie glancing back up at her bandmate every now and again. “You gonna tell him?” He splutters and sets the pictures down, mussing his hair. “Absolutely not.” “Why not?” She crosses her arms, setting the old polaroids on the table. “Because he likes you.” “He’s poly-” “Which doesn’t necessarily mean he likes me.”, he pointed out. “But it means he might.” She pokes his stomach, Reggie snorting and paling suddenly.

Julie looks back at where he’s staring, spotting Luke standing by the door, Julie’s old ipod still playing music from the earphones dangling in his hand.

“Luke! Look, Julie, it’s Luke. Lukester, Lukiepoo, Luke-a-” Reggie’s impromptu rambling is cut off by Julie, her hand plastered over his mouth. “Been there, done that - not fun.” She mumbles at him, smiling widely at the singer. “Hey, Luke!” “Hey.” He walks into the garage and spots the pictures, grinning brightly. “Oh hey, it’s Christmas!” Reggie moves Julie’s hand from his mouth. “Uh, yeah, I might have told Julie that you and Alex used to date and showed her the polaroids.” “She already knew, dude.” He kneels on the floor and looks between the old pictures, smiling sadly at the pictures of the four boys. “No, I didn’t.” Luke looks up in surprise at the girl. “I swear I told you-” She shakes her head, avoiding the urge to smile. “Oh- well, Alex and I used to date.” She shares a look with Reggie, their affection for the ghost clear in their eyes. “Who’d’ve guessed?”

She reaches towards the table and knocks some of the pictures off. “Oops- Reggie, help me pick these up.” She sends a sweet smile Luke’s way, her heart fluttering when he sends one back, and pulls Reggie down by the elbow. Luke raises an eyebrow, one earphone in as he hums and keeps rifling through the images.

“Ow-!” He hisses quietly as he hits said elbow on the table. The pair face each other, confusion all over the poor boy’s face. “Sorry-” She winces and shakes her head, slowly picking the pictures. “You gotta tell him-” She whispers, the boy frantically shaking his head. “I can’t-” “What’s the worst that could happen?” “Easy for you to say - you know he likes you.” He looks around, seeing Luke’s jean-cladded knees shuffle around he continues, seemingly unaware of their conversation. “I can’t ruin things between us. We’re family and I can’t-” “You won’t lose him,” she puts a hand on his knee, looking up at him, “he used to date Alex, right?” The boy nods, busying himself with the fallen polaroids. “And they’re still good, right?” “That doesn’t mean they didn’t hurt each other-” He sighs as he picks up the last picture. It was one of Luke with his family, taken only a few weeks before he ran away.

He was kneeling with his dog, Zeppelin, his parents smiling brightly as he tried to get the dog to stay still. “Stay.” The dog behaved himself, Luke swinging one arm over his back. “Good boy.” “Smile!” Reggie lifted the camera, snapping the picture just as the dog gets excited and jumps up, knocking Luke over and licking his face. The teenager yelped in surprise, laughing as he tried to shift the large animal. Reggie took another two pictures of this scene, the first image probably coming out blurry.

He’d kept the blurred image, one of the non-blurry pictures given to Luke’s parents and the other to Luke. He could still hear the scene in his head. “Luke’s been through enough. I don’t wanna hurt him-”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” The pair jump up from under the table, Reggie this time hitting his head, the rest of the pictures falling off the table. “Fuck-!” He groans loudly, pressing his hand against his head. “I get that we’re sorta tangible now but that doesn’t mean I have to keep hurting myself!” He yells at no one in particular. Luke moves next to the whining boy, looking at his head. “You’re fine. And, y’know, not hurt.” He whips his head, ignoring the mild pain in his head as his cheeks flare bright red. “Did you just call me fine-?” “Yup.” He grins and picks up Julie’s black cat, making soft soothing noises and stoking her soft fur. “Even Melody agrees, Reggie’s pretty fine.” Said ghost looks between Luke, Julie and the cat wondering if they were playing an elaborate prank on him.

“What…. is going on?” He tilts his head, setting the pictures on the table and moving to pick the rest of the pictures. The singer looks at Julie as he tries to come up with an explanation, scratching lightly behind Melody’s ears. “I might have been eavesdropping?” Reggie groans and covers his face, shuffling the images in his hands nervously. “How much did you hear-?” “Like all of it-” “God-” He puts the pictures down on the table, looking up at Luke who gave the cat to Julie.

“Look-” Reggie starts only to have Luke cut him off. “Can I actually go first-?” Reggie bites his lip anxiously, looking over to Julie who gives him a thumbs up. He smiles and nods at him, Luke sitting in front of him, their legs crossed.

“I like you. Have since ‘93 - I didn’t realise till I was dating Alex and so tried to push it out of mind. I didn’t know poly was a thing till now and I know now that I like my very awesome girlfriend,” he smiles shyly as he thinks of her, “and I like our very awesome bassist.” Reggie blinks at him in disbelief. Luke frowns and looks back at Julie who shrugs. He waves a hand in front of his face, Reggie jerking back instinctually. “You good, dude?” He just gapes, red spreading further over his ears. “My crush of two years just said he’s liked me for 3- This-”, he gestures vaguely at the group, “this isn’t possible-” “Is it really that hard to believe?” Julie raises her eyebrows at him from the couch. “That Luke Patterson has a crush on me? Yes.” “Why? You’re hot, you play at least three instruments and can read Shakespeare off the top of your head.” Reggie freezes. “You called me hot-” “Yes, Reggie. Y’see, I have these things called eyes- I get that yours don’t work as well as most people’s-” “Oh, come on; I haven’t worn glasses since I was like 15-” “That doesn’t mean you don’t need them-” “We’re dead, man. I’m pretty sure I don’t need them- or do I-?” They sit in silence as they ponder their afterlife, Julie watching her dummies.

She coughs, drawing their attention towards her. She motions towards the two of them, the pair blushing as they remember their conversation. Julie sighs and lets Melody go, marching towards them with her hands on her hips. The boys lean back, slightly intimidated. “Luke, you like Reggie?” “Yes.” “And Reggie, you like Luke?” “Yeah.” “Luke, do you wanna date Reggie?” The latter looks up at her in surprise. “Definitely.” Reggie stares at the ghost, pleasantly surprised. “Reggie, d’you wanna date Luke?” “Yes?” “Good - you are now dating. Congratulations.”

Reggie stares blankly at the girl. “Wait, what-?” “What what?” “That’s that? We’re suddenly dating now?” “Pretty much.” She nods and smiles happily, chuckling at Luke’s excited grin. “I have a girlfriend and boyfriend- awesome!” He gazes at the pair of them softly, Reggie giggling happily. “I have a boyfriend-” The pair beam at him. “My first boyfriend. Wicked!” He smiles brightly as Alex and Willie walk in.

“Finally!” Alex stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets, shaking his head at them. “I’ve been watching you two pine over each other for years.” “I wouldn’t say years-” Reggie attempts to defend them. “I would.”

Willie sits next to Julie and watches the exchange, taking his notebook out and tapping the table to let her know he’s there. “Hey Willie.” “Hey Jules.”, he says, writing it onto the pad, adding a smiley face.

“And we weren’t ‘pining’.” Luke backs up his boyfriend, Reggie nodding in support. “Are you kidding me- You look at each other like that cat from Shrek-” Melody hisses at the word cat before returning to grooming herself on top of Julie’s piano. Alex narrows his eyes at the cat. “Gremlin-” “Don’t be mean to my baby-” She tosses one of Luke’s shirts at him, the boy just watching as it passes through him. “Your ‘baby’ is mean-” He grumbles, sitting next to Willie.

“So how was your date?” Willie smiles brightly, lightly nudging the blond with his shoulder. “We went to the old Ghost Club and smoked weed mostly - no clue why but eating and stuff, still possible there, even without Caleb.” Willie talks and writes for Julie, Alex hiding his face in his cap. “There may have been some graffiti involved-” “Alex? Our straight-laced, trustworthy Alex broke the law?” Luke looks between the two ghosts, impressed but in complete disbelief. “Technically, the law doesn’t actually apply to us anymore. So, no, he did not.” “Alright, Alex! Welcome to the dark side; we break the rules and look good doing it.” Reggie pats his knee, groans escaping from behind the hat. He sweeps his hair back and puts the cap on, Willie staring at him with adoration in his eyes. “What-” “You’re cute.” “I’m-” The flustered boy takes a, technically unnecessary, breath. “Okay-” Willie giggles quietly at the pink flourishing across his boyfriend’s face, Luke, Reggie and Julie sharing a look.

Luke nods towards the door and the trio leave the couple to themselves. “So, they’re adorable.” Reggie remarks as soon as they’re out of earshot. “Right?” Luke walks backwards, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sleeveless hoodie. “Like, I can’t even see Willie and I can still tell they’re meant for each other.” Julie tucks a curl behind her ear, talking animatedly with Reggie, Luke watching them with a soft grin on his face. ‘My girlfriend and boyfriend - awesome!’ 

[gimmesumsuga]

Muse (M)

The one where you and Namjoon stay after hours.  

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Warnings: Pure PWP (porn without plot), sex in a public setting, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex.  

Word count: 2.3K

Author notes: This is by no means a masterpiece, but god damn it, I was just in the mood… 

The sight of Kim Namjoon sat hunched over with a pen and paper in hand is no doubt a familiar one and yet, somehow, it still manages to make you smile.  

Some might feel annoyed to discover their significant other still hard at work long after the rest of their colleagues have gone home - for them to have chosen to stay behind in an empty green room rather than come to bed with you - but when you see him concentrating so hard, completely oblivious to your arrival, that’s not at all what you feel.  

You feel endeared.  You feel proud. You feel love. 

“Planning on staying here all night?” You smile as Namjoon startles a little in the plastic seat in which he sits, folding your arms and resting your hip against the doorframe as his eyes dart up from the page.  He blinks rapidly at you, mouth slightly agape.  

No doubt he probably would stay if it weren’t for you disturbing him but it’s 12 am, recording finished hours ago, and you’ve killed as much time as you can possibly manage to.  You’d chauffeured the rest of the group home, even going so far as to stay for a little while at the dorm once you’d gotten there, but there’s only so long you can stave off the longing for the comfort of your own home - your own bed.  

Namjoon smiles at you once his tired eyes have been sufficiently remoistened, flashing those dimples that make your heart pit-a-pat just so. 

“Inspiration waits for no man,” he says as his gaze falls back to the page not a moment later, his teeth finding his bottom lip as his pen begins to write anew.   

Perhaps from anyone else the line might sound pretentious, but not when it comes from Namjoon.  You, more than anyone, know how humble he is and how much sincerity is in those words; how seriously he takes his responsibility as a leader and songwriter; how often he’ll sacrifice himself, day or night, should his muse command it.  

Take now, for example.  He was out of bed at 6 this morning - in the make up chair for 7 - and even now he’s still wearing the clothes the stylist gave him earlier, his hair still perfectly held in place by god knows whatever product it’s full of.  He must be exhausted and yet they hide it so well; so handsome that it nearly makes you swoon every time you look at him.  

It doesn’t help how well the leather pants they’ve put him in cling to his thighs - nor the way he’s spreading them so far open as he balances a pad on the left.  

A wicked thought pops into your mind, one that has you glancing behind you up and down the deserted hallway and then stepping into the room and closing the door firmly behind you, an equally sinful smile on your face as you lean back against it.  

“What about for a woman?” Ever so slowly, Namjoon’s attention lifts from the page, his curiosity piqued by the silky softness of your tone, one of his eyebrows arching as he notes the bite of your lip and gentle side to side rocking of your hips.  

It’s a little impressive, really, how instantaneously Namjoon catches your drift and how subtly his body language changes in response to it.  He holds his pen flat and steady against the paper as his spine straightens, and suddenly it’s as though the room is too small to contain the size of his presence - his powerful aura.   

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side as his legs spread even wider as if inviting you into the space between.  

Coyly, you smile, pushing off of the door to take your first few steps towards him, swaying your hips.  “Do I really have to say it out loud?” 

Namjoon looks you up and down and there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you come to stand in front of him.  

“I’ll let you off, just for tonight,” he allows. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he carelessly pushes the pad off of his knee and it falls to the floor, pen and all, to place his hands on your hips instead, drawing you even closer. 

“I can show you, though, if you like,” you smile and Namjoon’s head tips back into your hands as you slide them up from either side of his neck and into the back of his hair, carding through the strands.  You can’t stop looking at his lips as they part, gazing up at you past hooded lids, and god, they look so full and soft that you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from leaning in towards him even if you tried.  

“Mm, good girl,” he hums as your eyes fall closed and his do too, and as your mouths first meet Namjoon’s large hands slip under the hem of your blouse, palms pressed to skin as he pulls your body into him.  

It’s not a soft kiss - no tender exploration of each other’s mouths.  This is all business, your choice in public setting driving you to act with far more haste than you ever normally would.  His tongue is hot and rough as it passes between your lips, just like his touch, and Namjoon makes no effort to hide just how much your sudden and indecent proposal has affected him.  One hand squeezes your behind while the other gropes at your breast, scooping it up and out of its confines to better torment you with the rough back and forth rub of his thumb across your nipple. 

“Are you wet for me yet, baby?” he asks when you’re forced to break the kiss, lightheaded from lack of air.  breathing heavy with your forehead rested on his.  

“W-why don’t you feel, and see?” you pant out in reply, forehead rested on his, breathing in each other’s air.  You open your eyes just in time to see Namjoon’s pupils dilate with desire, your stomach twisting with excitement at the promise they hold.  

Wasting no time, the hand that had slid down onto your thigh rapidly ascends, and as soon as the tips of his fingers find the seam of your panties they pull them to the side to expose you.  Namjoon hums his approval as he feels the inviting warmth of your cunt against his palm, smearing the arousal that drips from it as he steals back your lips in a kiss that’s even hungrier than the last.  Your thighs begin to tremble as his digits slip and slide, parting but not yet seeking entrance. The heel of his hand grinds against you and you’re powerless to stop the way your hips push back, an unbearable ache burning between your legs with how desperately you want him.  

“Joon,” you groan breathily as his lips traverse your neck, from top to bottom, nipping at your collarbone where it peeps out from the neck of your blouse.  “G-get it out. Wanna-” Your breath catches as Namjoon’s middle finger slips inside of you with ease, buckling your knees. “-oh fuck.  Wanna sit on your dick.”  

“Yeah?” His voice is husky as he speaks into the curve of your neck, pushing a second finger inside and curling them rapidly against your g-spot. “My big, fat dick?”  

“Fuck, yeah I do,” you gasp out, fingers in his hair.  They grab at the roots, tugging impatiently as Namjoon’s remaining free hand reaches down to open up the crotch of the leather pants that are now almost painfully tight.  

“Come on then, baby,” he summons, pumping his length in preparation for you as soon as it’s free, pre-cum seeping out to coat the tip, glossy and red.  You don’t mourn the loss of his fingers from inside you, too busy climbing astride Namjoon to straddle his lap, hovering your soaking cunt just centimetres his cock and groaning when he rubs it against you through your sodden panties.  

You reach down and pull them to the side, your insides fluttering when the tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, parting your folds - a stilted cry ripping from your throat when you lower yourself onto it in one fast, hard motion.  It catches Namjoon off guard and makes him throw his head back at the sudden heat that confines him, his fingers digging into your thighs where you skirt has ridden up, bunched around your hips.  

“Fuck, baby,” he huffs as you immediately start to move as though the stretch and burn of his cock breaching you hadn’t formed tears in your eyes.  “You make me crazy.”  

“You love it.”  He slaps your ass as you grind your pelvis into his, gritting his teeth at the way it makes your pelvic floor clench even tighter around his cock, squeezing him tight.   

“I do.”  It thrills you to hear him admit it, smiling into the kiss he drags you into until he bites your bottom lip and makes you gasp and whine.  “Love how bad my baby needs it. Can’t even wait ‘till we get home to cum on my dick.”   

Namjoon’s dirty talk has exactly the effect he intended; incensed, you ride his cock even harder and faster than before, breasts bouncing so hard with the force of it that they’re spilling out of bra and your pebbled nipples are visible poking through your blouse.  

“Feels so good,” you gush, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage as Namjoon rocks your hips in encouragement, slouching back into the chair to get a better view of your cunt swallowing his length whole over and over and over again.  

“So fucking good,” he echoes, tip of his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth and his brows furrowing slightly as your cunt squeezes around him even tighter, each move you make pulling a gasp from your lips.  “Pussy’s so perfect for me.”   

Namjoon reaches down between your legs to pull your ruined underwear even further to the side to rub at your clit, his thumb rubbing in messy, rapid circles that have you almost folding in on yourself with pleasure.  With your eyes screwed tight, all you can focus on is the building fire within you and the sound of yours and Namjoon’s laboured breathing - the filthy words he’s whispering in your ear.  

“You close, baby?  You’re dripping all over me….”  He nips at your earlobe, his own breath hitching at the way you clench.  

“Yeah, y-yeah.”  You’re near mindless when you reply, biting down on your bottom lip as the sensation builds and builds.  “Want your cum in me, Joon. Fuck, fill me up.”  You gasp as Namjoon’s hips jump at your words, forcing his cock even deeper.  

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he grunts and you can tell he’s getting close too because his cock feels even harder than it did before, unyielding as it pistons noisily in out of your cunt.  Every rock of your hips drags against your g-spot, and soon enough you’re starting to grab mindlessly at the front of his shirt and then at his hair as you stuff your face into the crook of his neck, mouth hanging open with the moans that are pouring out against his sweat-slick skin.  

“Oh god, Joon, I love you,” you gasp, the rhythm of your hips faltering as you near the precipice, willing yourself to fall into the sweet oblivion you know awaits you.  “I’m gonna- gonna cum, fuck!”  

Your thighs clench tight around his hips as it hits, squeezing tight as your cunt does the same to his cock, clenching around him in rolling waves as you shudder and shake your way through your orgasm.  The sensation of it - the way you’re so sweetly mewling his name - is more than enough to send him over the edge, too, grunting and resting his head on your shoulder as he cums hot and thick and fast. Cock pulsing, he fills you to the very brim as your own high fades, coming down to earth just in time to feel the very first dribbles of it spill out of you, dripping down onto his lap.  

“Jesus christ,” you huff out once you finally find the energy to sit straight again, your head pleasantly muzzy from all the endorphins flooding your system as you push back your hair from your face and blow upward to cool the sweat that has collected across your brow.  “That was… something.” Namjoon grins, his arms encircling you in an embrace as he sits forward to press his lips to yours.  

“Certainly was,” he hums contentedly, “Love you, baby.”  You smile as he pauses to rub the tip of his nose back and forth against yours before pulling away.  “They’re gonna be locking up soon, we better get cleaned up.”  

“If we’re not locked in already,” you joke, a tiny part of you actually concerned that that might well be true.  A glance at the clock on the wall tells you it’s almost 1 am - long after any other staff should’ve gone home. “We might end up having to stay the night.”  

Namjoon grins wickedly at you and you giggle as you feel him intentionally twitch his softening cock inside you, pleasant tingles shooting up your spine.  

“I’m sure we could think of a way to pass the time.”   

Somehow, you get the feeling his mind is no longer so focused on being productive - his pad lay long forgotten on the floor, pencil nowhere in sight.  It makes a pleasant change for you to be his number one focus for a while; his muse for the night.  

Maybe getting locked in wouldn’t turn out to be such a bad thing? 

[willowwzz]

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕻𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖚𝖒 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

Hey guys! Eeek...Chapter 1 is here!! Any comments, feedback etc is much appreciated! Please be kind haha...hope you enjoy. Side note...don’t own anyone or anything bla bla in the story. All totally made up and a figment of my imagination...here we go..

                                              𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 

You opened your eyes slowly, expecting to see light filter thru the half shut curtain's that covered your bedroom window. It was still dark with a small dusting of light coming over the hills. Looking up to your alarm clock, the time read 4.47 am. Rummaging around your bedside cabinet, you finally found the remote, flicking the telly on and immediately muting the sound. The last thing you wanted to hear was a high pitched squealing woman having an orgasm about an amazing vacuum cleaner that does this, that and the other, plus you didn’t want to wake James. Rolling over you came face to face with him and watched him sleep in the glow from the television. He always looked so peaceful and content when he slept and it had seemed that lately the only time you could tolerate him was when he was asleep. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly, listening to the soft moan that escaped his lips with each breath. 'Why do you have to be such a bitch?' you scolded yourself. You had an amazing boyfriend, who had done nothing but love, cherish and sacrifice for you for the last 4 years, yet you did not love him. It was James who was there for you when you’re mum died, arranged the funeral when you couldn’t, and took you away after it all. It was James who worked his arse off when you couldn’t work for 6 months after a nasty horse riding accident, supporting you, your business and your 20 horse's. And it was James that put up with all your bullshit. He never once lied, cheated or hurt you, when there were probably a lot of times he could of. Your thoughts turned to when you first met. You were both 19 when he had turned up at the racing stable's where you were working at the time to put an extension on one of the stable block's. You were having problems with a young colt that had been dropped of that morning. Taking the horse off the truck, he leapt and bound on the spot before standing on your foot and nearly running you over. He reared up and lashed out with his front legs, getting one over which had forced you to let the horse go, watching as he ran down the lane way, only stopping to reach over the fence to try and bite another horse. "Little shit" you mumbled to yourself as you walked thru the barn to shut the gate so he couldn’t get back out towards the road. Just as you were walking back outside you spotted James, leading the colt at his side like it was an old schoolmaster. He stopped just in front of you, patting the horse as he grazed happily at his feet. "Looking for this?" he laughed as he handed you the rope. After seeing James' vibrant smile and hearing his childlike laugh, you couldn’t be angry any more. "Thanks" you laughed, hand out to take the lead rope from him. Instead he placed his hand in yours, shaking it thoroughly. "I'm James" he beamed. "And you are...?" "Morgan" you replied shyly, actually taking in how good looking this guy was. "Well Morgan" James smiled, his hand still gripping yours. "Let's put this boy away, then you can get me a coffee before we start...Oh didn’t I tell you you’re helping me? Well your are now!" he laughed, dragging you along the path before you had any chance to resist....

Next thing you knew it was 2 years later and you were moving into your new place. An old, neglected, 300 acre horse property with everything you needed. Arena, stables, yards, a huge shed for James and hundreds of acres of fields and forest to ride over. As you moved the last box from the truck into the house, dumping it in the middle of what was to become your bedroom, you walked silently over to the window, taking in the amazing view of the sun setting behind the hills. You knew then that you didn’t love James, and in the back of your mind you knew you were making a mistake. 'But this was what you wanted all along wasn’t it?' you asked yourself. 'What more could you want?’ Feeling James' arm's slip around your waist, you shut your eyes, trying to fight back the tears. "Do you know how happy you've made me?" James whispered in your ear. "I love you". Squeezing your eyes tighter, all you could do was nod...

Day by day and month by month went by until it was your 2nd anniversary of moving onto the farm and yours and James' 4th anniversary. Waking up that morning to a surprise bunch of roses by your bed with a card from James, you knew there couldn’t be a 5th. Throwing your dressing gown on you walked over to the french doors that had once been a wall before you redecorated, and opened them. Walking out onto the small deck that over looked your back garden and looking out. From there you could also see part of the drive and some of the back paddocks with horses of all colours and size's grazing happily in the warm sun. Pulling your dressing gown around your neck you headed back inside, thinking to yourself that soon it would be winter and you would hardly use the little deck that you had had breakfast on nearly every day that summer. The old farm that had once been barely livable was now a beautiful, thriving Equestrian business that you had slogged over since the day you brought it. It was your baby. James had built two self contained, small houses about a hundred metres away from the main homestead that were rented out as a source of income over the winter months when the lesson and trekking horses were turned out. That didn’t mean you were never busy. Winter was probably your busiest time. You loved winter and all that it entailed. Plus you still had your regular customers that you gave lessons to, worked certain horses and winter was generally when you got a lot of horses to break in, which you absolutely loved. There was no better thrill or sense of accomplishment that you achieved from having a wild horse that you couldn’t touch, to riding it, willing and happily thru your forest.

"Hey Hun?" James called from downstairs. "What time do you want dinner?” Sitting up on the edge of the bed, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself up. "Hang on" you called out, lying back down on your bed. Downstairs you could hear the familiar clang of pots, water running and the way the old pantry door squeaked every time it was opened. Lately you hadn’t felt like eating, as much as James made sure you did. "Don’t want my baby getting sick!" he would laugh, placing yet another plate in front of you. Finally getting up and pulling a jersey on you noticed the time, realising that you had slept a lot longer than you had planned and still had to feed the horses. You made your way quietly down the stairs, hoping not to catch James' attention...but it was too late. "Come...Sit!" he ordered, taking you by the hand and leading you over to the breakfast bar that ran nearly the entire way around your huge, farm styled kitchen. You sat motionless as you watched James whirl around the kitchen doing ten things at once. You smiled to yourself. 'And who said men couldn’t multi task?' you thought. "Sorry, it’s not much" James said, placing a plate of bacon, tomatoes and eggs with toast in front of you. "Didn’t get home till late". "No probs, sorry I wasnt up when you got home" you replied, sculling your glass of water to ease the hunger pains that had set in as soon as you smelt the delicious food. "No probs" James beamed. "You need the sleep" he replied, kissing you gently on the forehead. "Now eat before it gets cold". You picked up a piece of toast, the whole time feeling James' stare on you, and took a bite. Once he was satisfied that you were eating he mentioned something about meeting someone to rent a cabin, but you weren’t entirely sure. You hadn’t been listening, instead you were watching a bird flutter about with a feather that he had found...your mind drifting off aimlessly. Staring out the window you watched James as he climbed into the old farm truck, holding the door open for his trusty old Labrador, Goldie, to jump in beside's him and head off into the words. Scrapping the food into the scrap bin you felt abit guilty over wasting the food that James had cooked but snapped out of it when your thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. "Hey mo mo!" you heard squealing down the phone. "Sam" you replied, an instant smile spreading on your face. "I’m coming to stay...see you in a few days...gotta go...bye!" she laughed before hanging up. That was Sam! You had meet Sam the first week you had arrived there from New Zealand. The first thing she said to you was that she loved your funny accent. You knew right from the start that you would be best friends. Sam always had a way of knowing exactly how you felt, even when you lived 5 hours apart. And you knew that Sam would always be there no matter how serious or amazing the situation was. Sam saying she would be here in a 'few days' meant that she could either be here in the morning or in a month. You were never too sure with her. She definitely lived in the moment which you loved about her. Walking over into the office you looked up at your pin board which was covered with pictures, phone numbers and photos of Sam and you and remembered when you had been as carefree as her. Opening the diary, you reserved one of the cabins for Sam, writing a note that you weren’t entirely sure when exactly she was coming. Flicking thru the other pages you noticed a booking for the other cabin, in James' writing. The log, 2 bedroom cabin had been booked for 3 months, but James hadn’t left a name. Wow...3 months. you gave a little sigh of relief at the small, but important income, that would bring to the farm. As you heard the familiar sound of the truck heading back up the drive, you looked up at the photo of Sam and you that was taking at a beach about 3 years ago. You had a large sun hat on, with a fake coconut bikini top on and Sam had a top hat on and was wearing a fake moustache! You couldn’t wait until she arrived....you had a lot to talk about....    

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Bunker Bunch- Ch.6 Not in the Cards

@spnkinkbingo square filled:Impala sex

@spnfluffbingo2019 square filled: Road Trip AU

@spnsongchallengebingo square filled: Meant to Be by Florida Georgia Line & Bebe Rexha

Word Count:roughly 2,800

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After the wedding you and Dean set off for your Heavenly Honeymoon in Vegas. But since when does anything go as planned for the Winchester’s?

Warnings: language, implied cheating (not really though, you’ll see), roleplay, playing hard to get, brief mention of bad relationships, dom/sub themes, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, P in V sex, overstimulation, praise kink, FLUFF.

A/N: This is my submission for @crashdevlin 600 follower challenge. My prompt was the song “Meant to Be” by Florida-Georgia Line and Bebe Rexha. Lyrics are in Bold and Italics

A/N2: Thanks to my awesome beta @maddiepants 😘❤️

Finally. The Bags were packed and loaded into the trunk of the Impala, snacks in the old beat up cooler, and your man in the driver's seat. You bid everyone farewell and slid into the sleek black Chevy. Dean turned the ignition and Baby roared to life, it was time to put the pedal to the metal on your Honeymoon road trip to Vegas!

Things seemed to be going smoothly, several hours on the road in companionable silence, singing along to Dean’s classic rock tapes. Finally, after passing what you swore was the same farm three times you had to speak up,

“Dean, do you know where you’re going?”

“Course I do sweetheart, we’re goin to Vegas!”

“No, I mean right now. Where are we?”

“Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash, stop worrying sweetheart, I've driven cross country my whole life Y/N. I know what I’m doing” he replied calmly.

“But Babe I’m pretty sure we’ve passed the same farm more than once. I think we’re going in circles” you said clicking at the new navigation system that Sam had installed as a wedding present.

Dean looked at you and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. Once the Impala was in park he picked up the navigator and looked at it. He tapped at the buttons but the robotic British voice just kept repeating “turn left at the next stop”.

“Sonovabitch!”Dean mumbled, “its this stupid, convoluted techie crap that Sam put in! It’s busted!”

“Dean calm down. No need to go​ nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at” you said trying to calm his anger and admiring the beautiful fields of blooming flowers.

Dean reached over and opened the glove compartment, only to find it empty.

“I don’t even have the map! He took my map? Dammit Frances when I get back to the Bunker I’m gonna kick your ass!” he shouted slamming his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis.

“Without the map, Who knows where this road is supposed to lead. I’ll have to pick one up at the next gas station” he sighed looking down the main road.

“I’m starving” you said, “how about a picnic over there in the grass? We got nothing but time” you said rubbing his shoulder. Dean sighed and turned the car off,

“As long as you're right here next to me, everything's gonna be alright.”

Dean smiled and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together as you walked through the fields of flowers.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

After a nice lunch, a quick nap, and some flower picking, you both piled back into the car to continue your trek to Sin City.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

Three days… three days of pure hell. I mean sure, there were some nice moments, like the picnic with Dean, but for Chuck sake could anything else go wrong?! First the driving in circles, from the busted navigation, then you got a speeding ticket when Dean FINALLY let you drive so he could sleep, you got stuck in traffic for hours because of an accident on the highway, some asshat tried to mug you at a Gas n’ Sip and now? Well now, Dean hit a pothole and Baby blew a tire! And you aren’t even halfway to your Vegas destination!

So here you sit, at a bar, in the middle of the afternoon, while Dean mother hens the mechanic across the street. Your phone buzzed and looking at the caller ID you saw it was Dean. You answered with a huff,

“What.”

“Well hello to you too” he replied

“Sorry” you mumbled

“It’s alright. Look, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news sweetheart but Baby needs a rim replaced too, so we won’t be outta here till late tomorrow afternoon...”

You slammed your fist down on the bar

“Sonovabitch”

Dean just let out a long sigh and you instantly felt bad,

“I’m sorry babe, it just seems like we’re never gonna make it to Vegas! Like the universe is against us and everything that can go wrong is!” you explained.

“I know sweetheart, don’t worry too much about it ok? We just have to adapt to the situation,and make due with what we have. We’ll be alright.”

You hung up with Dean when the conversation finished, and ordered a drink. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Eventually the evening crowd started to fill the bar, but you just ignored them and continued to nurse drinks. The music was blaring, pool games going,people dancing, all in all the night was a bust and you were feeling lonely without Dean. Then you saw a handsome stranger walk in.

He was tall, muscular, short brown hair and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He wore a smirk on his face that accentuated his dimples and implied his cocky nature. He strutted into the bar like he owned the place, and every female had their eyes on him.

He was a sight for sore eyes in his sleek black suit, though you thought that it was strange attire for a night at the bar. You turned back to your drink, no way he would look your direction you thought bitterly, besides your newly married.

So imagine your surprise when he pulled up the empty stool next to yours. He flashed a pearly white smile and you blushed. Actually BLUSHED! What the hell was wrong with you?!

“Heya darlin’ what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?” He says.

You roll your eyes at his cheesy pick up line, but politely reply,

“What’s a guy like you doing wearing something like that in a place like this?” You ask gesturing to your shared surroundings.

He raised his eyebrow in amusement at you and reached into his pocket, pulling out an official looking ID.

“Agent Plant, I’m just passing through town for a case” he said nonchalantly.

“Really?” You scoffed “what kind of case?”

“I’m afraid I can’t divulge that information sweetheart” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Don’t call me sweetheart”

“Well aren’t you feisty” he replied, clearly not swayed by your attempt at disinterest.

“Look, Agent Plant, Whatever your trying at. Ain’t gonna happen” you said pointedly.

He held his hands up in a placating gesture “Not tryin’ anything, just makin’ conversation ‘sall”

When he turned to leave, your heart fluttered in disappointment, and you reflexively grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times…” you trailed off.

“Don't sweat it, but if you don’t mind me askin’ who would be crazy enough to hurt you?”

“It was a long time ago. I don’t like to talk about it. It was by a couple guys that didn't treat me right. I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie.”

You looked down at your drink and fiddled with your fingers. Unsure as to why you were spilling your guts to this green eyed stranger.

“Well shame on them. I’m sorry that you weren’t treated the way you should be”

That peaked your interest.

“Oh? And how exactly do you think I should be treated… Agent?” You asked in a sultry voice.

He smiled, all pearly white teeth biting into his plush bottom lip before he spoke.

“Well. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are. Strong, Independent. Beautiful… but uh, I’m thinking you need someone to show you a good time, and to be totally honest sweetheart, given the opportunity I would show you myself.”

You smirked at that, a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach, mixing with the butterflies of anticipation. Throwing caution to the wind and suddenly feeling bold, you placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze before responding,

“ What if I gave you the opportunity?” You whispered in his ear while your hand slowly reached to palm his cock through his slacks. “Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of. Boy, make me believe what your saying to me.”

He grasped your wrist to stop your movements and looked young straight I’m the eyes before asking, “But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful?”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You blushed,

“Hell yeah sweetheart, And it's easy to see.”

He stood then, grabbed your hand and headed for the door, pulling you along with him. You were smiling like a Cheshire Cat, and slick began to pool in your panties at the thought of where the night was headed.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, just let it be

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?

See where this thing goes

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

He dragged you out to the parking lot to a sleek black classic Chevy Impala, polished and gleaming in the moonlight.

Surprised, you stopped walking and had to ask “Wait, I thought she wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow?”

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here Miss, If you would please come with me” he replied, opening the back passenger side door and gesturing for you to get in.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, oh so no breaking character huh? You thought to yourself before getting back into your role.

“I’m sorry Agent” you said with emphasis on the last word, “I’m not going anywhere”.

Agent Plant gave you a disapproving look.

“I think it would be in your best interest, if you got in the car sweetheart.” He said. “Or do I need to pull out the cuffs?”

You shuffled your feet and squeezed your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache in your core. You weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to play this game.

He raised his eyebrow at you in a silent question and you crossed your arms over your chest. He was over to you in three strides, his mouth right at your ear. Hot breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine when he spoke,

“You might really want to think about what you do next sweetheart. I don’t take kindly to being disobeyed” he growled, “Now. Are you gonna be a good girl and get in the car? Or am I gonna have to show you whose in charge here?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry, and shook your head. He stepped to your left side allowing you access and you quickly made your way to the car, giving a surprised squeak when he smacked you ass as you passed.You quickly slid into the backseat, and Agent Plant followed.

He barely had the door closed before his hands found your face, pulling you towards him as he started ravishing your mouth.

He wasted no time in ripping your shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the car.

“Dean!” You shrieked at the suddenness of his actions,

“Sorry Y/N, I need you, now.”

His hands roamed up your thighs as he pulled your lace panties down your legs, revealing your already soaked core.

“Damn baby you're so wet” he said swiping a finger through your slick, “this all from me playing fed?”

You nodded and moaned when he slid two fingers in and started thrusting. His long fingers easily reached you sweet spot and in no time at all you were crying out your pleasure. When you began to cry out and he clamped his hand over your mouth, while his other hand continued to fuck you with his thick fingers.

“Ah ah ah baby girl, you gotta stay quiet for me. You wouldn't wanna attract any unnecessary attention would you?”

You shook your head, and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out your pleasure when he added a third finger.

“That’s a good girl” he crooned and with a few swipes of his thumb over your clit you were coming, as he swallowed down your moans with his mouth.

While you caught your breath, he quickly unzipped his black slacks and pulled them down with his boxers, just enough for his hard cock to spring free. You reached to begin stroking him and he stopped your advances,

“No baby, tonight’s about you” he said.

Then he kneeled between your thighs, lined himself up, and slowly pushed into your aching core. He kept his thrusts agonizingly slow and deep. So deep.

He worked you up for what felt like hours,the long slow drag of his cock thrusting in and out of your clenching pussy, an overwhelming sensation.

The only sounds to be heard were the wet squelch of him fucking you, his hot ragged breaths, and the slight creaking as baby rocked with the motions of his thrusts. Mixed with the way your sweat soaked back stuck against the seats as he fucked you into the hot leather was maddening. The coil in your belly was ready to burst, but you just couldn’t let go. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time, and you didn’t know what to do.

As if he could read your mind, Dean leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“C’mon baby, come for me”

“C…. can’t” you sputtered.

You were wound so tight, too tight, and tears of pleasure/pain began to leak from your eyes. Dean leaned down and kissed them away,

“Yes you can Y/N, just relax baby, I got you”

He quickened his pace just slightly, gently rubbing circles around your clit, as he licked at your stiff nipples, sucking one into his warm, wet mouth. That was the final push your body needed and the coil snapped violently, sending white hot pulses through your body as your back arched, and mouth opened on a silent scream.

Dean came at the same time, riding you both through your climaxes until he collapsed over you, spent. He rolled you both so you were snuggled on top of his chest, body limp and eyes heavy.He kissed your forehead and draped his jacket around you, holding you close and you promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, after you and Dean had showered and had breakfast, you got ready to hit the road again.

“Dean, do you really think we’ll get to Vegas? I mean, our trip hasn’t exactly gone smoothly” you asked. He shrugged his shoulders before responding,

“Maybe we do, Maybe we don't, Maybe we will, Maybe we won't, it doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be, Baby, just let it be.”

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be (c'mon)

Baby, just let it be (let's go)

“Whaddaya say sweetheart? Won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes?” He asked, sliding his hand across Baby’s hood. You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss in his plush pink lips,

“I say let’s get outta here”

You both slid into the car, Dean revved her to life, popped in a Metallica tape and cranked up the volume. Holding each other’s hands with the windows down and your hair blowing in the wind, you and Dean sped down the highway, ready to go wherever the road would take you.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be.

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Cyrus’ Dictionary

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there’s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 7: Mamihlapinatapai

Word Count: 4175

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“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while,” Cyrus started, gazing up with his warm eyes, “I like you so much TJ, TJ, TJ . . .TJ. . .

“TJ!”

“What?” TJ snapped awake, his leg involuntarily kicking the castle in front of him, “oh,” he muttered, upon seeing Amber in front of him.

She looked at him knowingly, pushing the pieces from the broken castle aside. “You had that dream again didn’t you,” she stated simply.

Groaning, TJ flopped back down, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Leave me alone to sleep,” he muttered, pulling the blanket on top of his head.

“It’s like half-past noon, TJ, I’m not going to let you-”

“-wait what?” he pushed the blanket aside, scrambling to find his phone, “did you say half past noon?”

“Yeah?” Amber questioned, looking between her brother and the clock on the wall, “why? You’re late for a date with Cyrus?” she joked, heading back up the stairs.

“Not the time!” she could hear TJ call as he frantically rushed to tear off his pajama pants and slip on some shorts. “Crap,” he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and headphones and rushing up the stairs. He slipped on sneakers, and quickly left the house, running down the sidewalk towards the basketball court. All he could hear was the quickening of his breath and his feet pounding the pavement. He could barely start to make out the trees around the court when he remembered.

His journal. It wasn’t in his pockets, and he knew he was probably going to need it today. Exhaling a frustrated breath, he started jogging back home, realizing that he was probably going to lose to Marty if he kept up at this rate.

Before he went inside, he took a moment to compose himself. He had a plan; walk in, grab the journal, leave. He took one step inside and was greeted by his mother, holding his journal in her hand.

His journal.

The one where he wrote about Cyrus and how much fun it was to be around him. He could feel his throat seizing up, breathing now becoming the second most important thing. The first was getting that journal into his hand.

“What’s this?” she asked, her voice low and quiet. That usually meant she knew something, but she was waiting for TJ to tell her what it was.

“My. . .journal,” he choked out, “for my journalism class,” he added. He felt like he was going to faint, each word taking an immense amount of effort. Dizziness overcame him, and he had to casually lean on the wall for stability.

“Hm,” she hummed, flicking mindlessly through the first few pages, “there’s a lot about. . .that kid in here,” she noted, her tone with a bit of a bite to it. TJ felt like he was going to be sick.

“We’re partners,” he breathed out, swallowing thickly, his hands starting to tremble against the wall, “and . . . we write about the day’s activities. I, uh, I’m going to shoot hoops with Marty, so can I,” he gestured vaguely to where she was standing.

She stared at him for a moment, her tired eyes trying to read him, but his gaze was on the small book in her hand. “Just,” she paused, extending her arm out, “be careful around him,”

“Yup,” he squeaked out, swiping the journal from her grasp and running out the door, regaining a sense of relaxation. The nausea that came with being around his mom whenever Cyrus was concerned slowly eased away. Again, he ran down the sidewalk, the familiar sight of the trees in the distance putting him at ease. As he pulled up to the court, he took a second to catch his breath before waltzing out with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Kippen, where’ve you been?” Marty asked him, “it’s,” he looked at his watch, “almost one in the afternoon,”

“You missed me whooping his ass,” Buffy piped up, poking his side gently, to which Marty burst out in a fit of giggles, pushing her away.

“I wouldn’t use that terminology. More like, you slightly edged me out, but only because the sun was in my eyes,” he defended, crossing his arms.

“Right,” Buffy mumbled, looking at TJ like he was a camera on The Office, “so, long night?”

TJ nodded. “I went to bed kinda late last night, almost 4 I think? I just. . .couldn’t sleep,” he lied, grabbing the basketball from Buffy’s feet and dribbling it absentmindedly.

“Something on your mind?” Buffy prodded, breaking out into a full grin.

“. . .something like that,” TJ muttered, shaking his head slightly, “so, how are your journals coming along? Considering you spend every moment attached at the hip,” he mused, twirling the ball in his hand.

“Pretty good,” Marty supplied, pushing his hair back, “We already have a bunch of entries in there and a ton of pictures,” he chuckled, giving Buffy a look, “how about you?”

“Oh it’s. . .great,” he lied, nodding, “it’s been fun, hanging out with Cyrus and, like, actually doing things. Makes the summer go by a little faster,”

Marty nodded in acknowledgement, taking the ball from TJ. “Did you invite Cyrus to come watch us play?”

TJ shook his head. “It completely slipped my mind, considering I slept in,”

“We should all go to the Spoon for lunch, then,” Buffy suggested, “you can invite Cyrus,” she added, waggling her brows.

“You’re being weird,” TJ groaned, pulling out his phone to text him, “but yeah, I’m in. I didn’t have breakfast so I could use something,”

[Me: hey do you wanna go to the spoon w/ buffy and marty?]

The text back was almost immediate.

[Underdog <3: i’m actually omw there rn! I’ll meet up with u guys]

“He’s already heading there,” TJ informed them, following behind them. Marty had taken Buffy’s hand and was now swinging it. If he strained, he could just make out Buffy’s blush when she turned towards her boyfriend. He sighed, popping in his headphones and turning on his music loud enough to block out everything else that was happening. TJ seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, trying to block out everything and create an instrumental barrier for himself. His mom had told him that it ‘wasn’t healthy for someone to block things out with music’. She acted as though he was addicted to it like a drug, which, in retrospect, he probably was. And it wasn’t hurting anyone, unless you counted that one time that he flailed his arms so hard he’d hit Amber.

There was this persistent sound though, that didn’t mesh with his music. Glancing up he say Buffy saying something or rather mouthing something, since he couldn’t really make out what she was saying.

“Huh?” he said, pulling out one earbud.

“I said Cyrus is waiting inside,” she pointed inside to a table where Cyrus was sitting and chatting with one of the waiters.

TJ paused his music, taking out both of his earbuds and putting them in his pocket. “Oh, right,” he murmured, carding his fingers through his hair. Marty held the door for him, briefly taking note of TJ’s expression. He met his gaze for a split second, but looked away immediately.

“Okay, no you did not kick my a-”

“-I so did! You’re just denying it beca-”

“-that’s a lie and you know it!”

That’s how things went for a while. Buffy and Marty tried to catch Cyrus up with what happened on the court, but they kept getting bogged down in details, so the story hardly progressed. Cyrus looked as though someone was telling him directions in a foreign language. His face portrayed that yes, he was listening, but no, he had no idea what was happening.

Luckily, the waiter came back during one of their arguments and brought them their food; two large orders of baby taters, two vanilla milkshakes, one strawberry, and one chocolate.

“I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t get at least half of that,” he admitted, dipping a tater into the chocolate shake, “but I swear I was paying attention and there was indeed some basketball terminology in there,”

Buffy shook her head, taking a long sip of her strawberry milkshake. “In short, I kicked his ass,”

“Language,” he muttered, playing with the straw mindlessly.

Buffy snorted, effectively spilling some of her shake on her. “I’ll get some extra napkins,” Marty said, scooting out of the booth and going to find some napkins.

“I’m gonna try and clean up in the bathroom,” Buffy grumbled, “on one of my favorite shirts too,” she whined, excusing herself to go to the bathroom

Cyrus drummed his fingers on the table, taking a small sip of his shake. “So, how was the rest of your yesterday after I left?” he asked, putting his hands in his lap.

TJ shrugged, taking a sip of his vanilla shake as if to clear his throat. “It was alright. After we left the park, Amber and I went into the basement and built, like, this insanely cool castle from a Lego set we had years ago, just to kind of clear her head with the whole,” he lowered his voice, almost scouting the establishment, “breakup. And I didn’t fall asleep till late, like really late, so I was late to go and shoot hoops with Marty and Buffy because I forgot my journal at home and my mom-” he paused, popping a tater in his mouth to buy himself time to find the right words.

“. . .my mom gave it to me, and then I had to run to the courts, but I’d already missed Marty and Buffy playing and then they asked me if I wanted to go to the Spoon for lunch because I didn’t have breakfast and then they asked me if I wanted to invite you and-”

He stopped for a breath, but once he met Cyrus’ eyes, it was like a computer virus had overridden his brain. All he could think about was how beautiful Cyrus was from this distance, and how much more beautiful he probably was when he was a little closer. And yeah, he knew he was staring, but Cyrus didn’t break the gaze, so neither did TJ.

And by some universal, and probably magical, force TJ could feel himself moving forward, ever so slightly. For a split second, his gaze flicked to Cyrus’ lips before quickly returning to his eyes. Gosh, he could stare at them forever, and in that moment, it felt like they were in a little bubble. It almost looked as if Cyrus was getting a little closer too, although that could have been TJ’s imagination. He didn’t flinch, he just held the gaze, as if he was waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to initiate something.

“My shirt’s all wet, I need napkins, Marty!” Buffy’s voice shattered whatever moment was building between the two of them. They immediately jumped back, hearts beating like a rabbit’s, and sat as far away as possible on the booth seat. It was as though they’d been touched by fire, their bodies burned. TJ could hear his blood thump in his ears, and Cyrus felt as though he’d just been jump scared.

���For my lady,” Marty presented the napkins like a knight, bowing down slightly, “to help with. . .that,”

Buffy smirked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and graciously accepting the napkins. “Why thank you,” she chuckled, sliding into the booth with Marty and looking across at the other boys.

“Something’s off,” Marty mouthed to her, looking between TJ and Cyrus, then back at Buffy, “we’ll I’m hungry,” he blurted out, grabbing a few tater tots and munching on them.

“Oh yeah, me too,” Buffy quickly jumped in taking a loud sip of her milkshake. Cyrus barely picked at the taters, rolling one around in his hand instead. TJ moved his straw up and down in his glass, his gaze occasionally flitting to the empty basket of baby taters. Marty and Buffy tried to make banter, but only one word answers from both boys.

“I think. . .I’m gonna go shoot some hoops,” Marty decided, dropping a few crumpled bills on the table, “TJ, you wanna come with?”

He nodded silently, pulling out a few dollar bills and setting them on the table. “See you guys later,” he said, giving Buffy a nod before heading out the door. Once he was out of earshot, Buffy leaned her body against the table.

“What was that?” she hissed, looking at Cyrus with wide eyes.

Cyrus shrugged nonchalantly, breaking a tater in half. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied, “nothing’s going on between me and TJ,”

Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but clamped it down, breaking into a mischievous grin. “I didn’t say that there was anything going on between you and TJ. You did,”

Cyrus felt his face go hot, and opted for taking a few sips of his milkshake. “Whatever, you were implying it and you know it,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re smitten,” she teased, sipping her shake.

Cyrus nearly choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering to try and regain his composure. “I’m not ‘smitten’,” he choked out, tears budding from the corners of his eyes from hacking up his lungs.

“Hm, fine,” she sighed, dipping a tater in her milkshake, but dropping it accidentally, “crap,” she groaned.

“That’s what you get for being nosy,” Cyrus scolded playfully, sticking his tongue out in retaliation.

Buffy rolled her eyes, grabbing another tater. “But come don’t you think that he, you know,” she waved her hands a little, grabbing a second tater tot, “likes you?”

Cyrus snorted, shaking his head and leaning his arms back against the booth. “You’re delusional, Buff,” he chided, “hate to break it to you, but TJ’s as straight as Iris’ hair,”

Buffy pursed her lips, drumming her fingers on the table. “More like as straight as my hair,” she muttered, popping both taters in her mouth.

Tired of the topic, Cyrus pulled out his journal and started writing for his journalism class. It was at least some sort of distraction.

6/12

Today I spent part of my morning working on my homework for the summer. Towards the middle of the afternoon, TJ and I, along with Buffy and Marty, went to the Spoon for lunch. We--

Buffy craned her neck to try and read what he was writing, but Cyrus immediately shut his journal, putting it under his leg. “I saw TJ,” she said in a sing-song manner, raising her brows.

“We are literally partners for this assignment,” he deadpanned, finishing off his milkshake, and pulling out enough money to pay for both their meals, “I got it, but you gotta stop bugging me about T-”

“Hold that thought,” she muttered, her phone buzzing in her pocket, “Marty’s taking me to a movie for a date tonight,” she cheered, smiling down at her phone and firing back a text, “I swear I won’t bug you about him for,” she paused, “the rest of the week,” she decided, slipping out of the booth and towards the door, “bye Cy!”

Cyrus gave her a salute as a goodbye, and once she was gone, he pulled out his journal again to finish writing his entry.

We had the usual, baby taters and milkshakes. Buffy spilled some of hers so Marty went to get her extra napkins while she tried to wash up in the bathroom. So it was just me and TJ for a little while and

He stopped, carding his hand through his hair. What was he supposed to write? That they stared at each other for a little while and then stopped?

and then Marty and Buffy came back. We all ate, and then TJ and Marty left to play basketball, so it was just me and Buffy for bit. We talked about

Another groan, another hand rubbing his eyes.

about our friends for a little bit. Then she got a text from Marty that they were going to go to the movies on a date. Today was pretty uneventful, but I’m sure more will happen in the coming days.

He shut his journal, still thinking back to that moment where he and TJ were just staring. Not like when you zoned out in class and you were fixated on one point, but truly staring, like the kind in the cheesy movies. It was like. . .they were both waiting for something to happen, or at least Cyrus was. But neither of them moved; they were both cemented in their place, and then Buffy came and whatever was happening was broken.

“And there’s probably a word for that,” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out and typing out his search entry.

what do you call it when two people kinda look at each other and want something to happen but neither of them does anything

It took him three seconds to find the word, and approximately three minutes to figure out how to pronounce it, but when he did, he scrawled it in the back of his journal.

mamihlapinatapai: a look shared by two people, each wishing that that other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin

Yup, there it was, A perfect description of that perfectly awkward moment between them. The waiter came by to collect the money and take away the empty glasses. Cyrus thanked him and headed out, walking down the street back towards his home. He flicked back to the end of his journal, reading through his little list of words. TJ would probably think it was the lamest thing in the world, and that was precisely why he, along with the rest of his friends, was not going to find out about them.

“So,” Marty began, “you and Cyrus?”

TJ nearly tripped over his sneakers as he tried to make a shot, but missed completely and airballed, thanks to Marty. “Thanks a lot,” he grumbled, inhaling deeply and exhaling while Marty fetched the ball and threw is back to him.

TJ took another shot, having it bounce off the backboard and into the hoop. “What about me and Cyrus?”

Marty took the ball for a layup, and then threw it back to TJ. “You guys are, you know. . .” he hand waved, as if waiting for TJ to finish his sentence.

“Dating? You think we’re dating?” he asked incredulously, taking another shot, but missing.

“I mean, I guess yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, “I thought it was pretty obvious,”

TJ scoffed, passing the ball to Marty. “In my dreams,”

Marty raised his brows, a sly smile splitting his face. “Aha! So you do like him,” he countered, dribbling the ball absentmindedly.

TJ rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yes, Marty, I do like him. I really think you’re catching on here,” he sassed, grabbing the ball from him and shooting, making it with the help of the backboard.

“So why not ask him out?” Marty suggested simply, dribbling the ball back to TJ, “what’s stopping you?”

TJ pretended to think it over for a minute, become coming to an artificial eureka moment. “Oh, well when you put it like that,” he mused sarcastically, “I would only be ruining my friendship with someone who’s really important to me,”

Marty lightly punched his arm, making goo-goo eyes. “Aw, TJ Kippen is so smitten for Cyrus,” he cooed, earning a glare from the captain.

“Say one word about it and you’re dead,” he threatened, but his face was anything but unhappy, “either way, it’s not important. I like him, but he just wants to be friends, and I’m totally cool living with that constant pain,”

Marty frowned, holding the ball between his torso and his arm. “How do you know he just wants to be friends?” TJ opened his mouth to reply, but Marty beat him to it. “You don’t,”

TJ sighed, taking the ball from him and spinning it in his hands. “I just feel. . .different when I’m with him,”

“Good different or bad different?”

“. . .both, I guess,” he decided, bouncing the ball a few times, “I don’t know, man, feelings just suck,”

Marty nodded, swiping the ball away from him and shooting it, making it through the hoop. “I win!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

“We were just shooting hoops! There aren’t winners and losers,” TJ practically whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

“There are always winners and losers,” Marty insisted, running over to the bench and texting, “I’m going to see a movie with Buffy to celebrate, but I’ll catch you around,” he said, giving him a fist bump and jogging down the sidewalk.

TJ picked up the ball spinning it around in his hands for a moment. He dribbled it out to the three-point line, squinting. The sun was starting to set, so its oranges and yellows were nearly blinding TJ. He wanted to stay and shoot hoops for a little while more, but all he could think about was that moment with him and Cyrus. Him and Cyrus, staring at each other, neither one of them making a move. They almost. . .

“No,” TJ muttered to himself. He and Cyrus did not almost kiss. Any movement that had happened was all in his imagination; there was no way that Cyrus could even want to kiss him. He let out a frustrated breath; this was going to be one hell of a journal entry when he got to writing it.

So there he stood in front of the free throw line, the remainder of the sunlight pouring through the trees that he always seemed to find peaceful. He took a shot, missing and hitting the top of the backboard. Groaning, he grabbed the ball and tried again, hitting the rim this time and having it fall to the ground, without going through the hoop.

“Shit,” he sneered, tossing the ball against the fence as hard as he could, his breathing a bit heavier than before. Even though he really didn’t want to admit it to himself, he wasn’t making any of his shots because all he could think about was Cyrus. Cyrus, whose brown eyes were so warm and inviting that TJ could stare at them forever and never get bored. Cyrus, whose hands probably fit his like a glove, even if they were occasionally dry during the winter. Cyrus, who was quite possibly the kindest person he’d ever met. Cyrus, who was intelligent. Cyrus. Cyrus. Cyrus. It’s all that his mind could seem to chant.

He found himself in front of the free throw line again, bouncing the ball a few times on the ground. “Give me a sign,” he said, more to himself than the universe, “tell me things are gonna be okay,”

Bracing himself, he took a shot, and the ball rolled around the rim once. Twice. Three times. It teetered for a moment, and TJ knew it wasn’t going to go through. He quickly turned around not willing himself to see himself miss again. He started walking home, hearing the ball bounce a few times on his way out.

If only he hadn’t turned around for a few more seconds, he would have seen it fall through the hoop.

“So, how was hoops with TJ?” Buffy asked as they waited in line for popcorn, “did he kick your ass?”

Marty smirked, putting his hands on his hips with pride. “Actually, I beat him,” he boasted, dusting off his shoulders.

“Color me impressed,” she joked, moving up a few steps, “you guys were there a while. Did you talk about-”

“-him and Cyrus?” they finished together.

“Yeah,” Marty admitted, scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, I don’t think I’m in the position to tell you what he said, but yeah, Cyrus,”

Buffy nodded, picking at the remnants of her nail polish. “Cyrus and I talked about him too,” she added, “not sure if I can say anything either, but I think we probably know things that they don’t,”

Marty groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t even get me started. I told TJ that I thought he and Cyrus were dating,”

Buffy shoved him slightly, causing him to bump into the lady in front of him. “You’re kidding,” she wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye, “you didn’t,”

“I did,” he admitted sheepishly, making his way to the front of the line, “I’m such an idiot,”

“I know, and that’s why you’re paying for the snacks,” she said though laughter, almost unable to compose herself.

“If you laugh through this movie, so help me,” Marty mumbled, paying for the popcorn and water bottles.

“Dating,” Buffy choked out, stumbling towards the theatre with awkward steps.

“Dating,” Marty mocked, the two of them taking their seats in the cinema. And yes, Buffy laughed throughout almost the entire movie.

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[mylovefortomholland]

Win or lose part 2

Title: win or lose - Part two!

Type: one shot (now a two shot)

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Warnings: Angst? And language!

Summary/Request: It was requested with the Prompt 2.5 “You just stood there and laughed with the others at me!”

Word count: ~1.500

Note: Day six of my birthday-special!:)

Let me know if you want to get tagged in my upcoming Posts!:D

So many of you requested a part two, and I’m excited to deliver :3

Read the first part here!

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After your more than embarrassing attend to ask Peter out to Homecoming things went down pretty fast.

The yellow bus in front of you got load up with your bags and few suitcases, Abe and Sally quizzed themselves and Flash made an unfunny joke about whatever, you didn’t listen anyway.

You were just about to throw your bag into the trunk of the bus, as your best friend bumped into your shoulder.

“The snake’s coming. I’ll repeat, the snake is coming”, they warned you about Peter, who’s running towards the school bus.

The eyes of everyone were fixed on him, except yours. You denied him even a gaze.

“Hey, it’s Peter”. Abe was the first who said something, snapping everyone else out of their silent staring contest against Peter.

“Peter?”, Liz asked him with just his Name what he wanted, because he left the Team on his own.

“Yeah, I was hoping I could rejoin the team?”

Flash went in front of everyone, defending his own place, which previously belonged to Peter. “No, no way. You can’t just quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone!”, Flash was close to throw a tantrum, but Mr. Harrington stepped out of the bus, welcomed Peter right back and relegated Flash back to the first alternate position.

After a while Liz pulled out her Quiz cards, asking a bunch of question and earning a bunch of answers, even if not all of them were right. She even had the audacity to flirt with Peter, and he had the guts to somehow flirt back?

But who cares, right? You weren’t here because of him or her. You’re here because you’re smart and the team needs you, even if you hadn’t a position on the table, you were still an enrichment for them.

You reached Washington dc in around four hours, it felt like six for you, and were on your way to your Hotel, with this huge entry area with a bird in there, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. All of you were just really glad, because your room were already ready for you.

You shared one with your best friend, but regret it the moment the door closed.

“So, should I kill Peter when he gets too near to you? You know, I can let bodys disappear”, they wiggled with their hands and made a funny face.

“No, nothing of that. Just stay near me and… I… I can’t even blame him, right? I mean just take a look at Liz and her perfectly swung lips, her glowing skin and those big, tender puppy eyes!”, you growled, buried your face in your pillows.

You could feel how the mattress gave in a bit, before you felt the hand of (Y/bf/n) on your back, rubbing you a bit. “You know, everyone who isn’t as obsessed with you as they are with her are idiots, so Peter fucking Parker is a huge one”, they chuckled. “I overheard, that some of your team want to go to the pool?”

They didn’t have to ask you directly, you already knew what they wanted to ask anyway. So, without and answer, you threw on your bikini, grabbed a towel and followed your crew to the pool area, but not without hearing Liz talk to Peter. In such a flirty way, your stomach turned. Liz played with her hair, while peter was… he was so distracted, he didn’t even get that she was flirting with him. He didn’t come with you.

Peter had another mission, a more important one. He had to look for that lair from his enemy. Of course, he wanted to go with you, but his spider-man duty had priority, so he climbed on to the roof, watched his crew messing around in the pool and Liz, as she said something to Flash.

But then, his eyes caught you. The girl which heart he broke a couple weeks ago, and the girl which pushed him out of her life. And he understood why. He questioned himself, after the sentence you threw so venomous at him.

“Just because you’re so obsessed with another girl”

Was he really THAT obsessed? No, he just had a huge crush, right? He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just a boy who fell in love with a girl, which never ever acknowledged him, if he wasn’t in the decathlon-team. He was just like you, with a crush on someone else.

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YOU WON!

OH MY GOSH, congratulation on your Victory over the Decathlon! To celebrate that, Mr. Harrington took you to the Washington Monument, and all ov you – except of Michelle – went into the elevator.

The extremely passionate elevator-lady explained to you, that the Monument was 555 feet five and one-eight inches tall, that the stone and marble are cut around the stone and blah blah blah, it clearly didn’t interest you at all. Instead of listening you talk whispered to your friend, about the absence of Parker. You knew he wasn’t with you at the Decathlon, that’s why Flash had to take his place, but now you were mad worried. Ned tried to calm you down with the excuse, that peter “doesn’t feel so good” (got it?).

Right before you could ask Ned again, a mix of blue and purple light shoot out from somewhere and burned a hole in to the ceiling from the elevator cap.

Panic and screams mixed together, your best friend took your hand and squeezed her. They were SO AFRAID of the height and just went with you, because you couldn’t stand to be in a itsy bitsy tiny room with Liz and probably Peter. And now, you would be guilty for their death. Perfect. Just perfect.

The elevator-lady tried to calm you down, she really tried, but the constantly creaking from the outside wires and the thought about that huge hole right above you were quiet a calming-murder.

You could hear the door from above you creak open, looks like you almost reached your goal. The emergency-exit, the hatchway in the fucking damaged ceiling opened with a squeak, A man helped you out. One after another, while Mr. Harrington helped from below, so the students could even reach that hatch.

“So, who’s next?”

Everyone looked around, till Flash pressed forward, still holding the freaking trophy.

“Me, it’s my turn!”

“Flash, don’t worry about that fucking trophy!”, someone shouted, but Flash wouldn’t be Flash if he would abandon his beloved golden sculpture. As soon as Flash was out there, the cap wiggled like never before. The boy gave the security his trophy first, while the elevator got looser with every single second.

“I don’t want to die here, holy shit”, you whined, holding the hand of your friend tightly.

Flash got out, and right after that, it happened.

The last sting of hope broke and the lift fell into the depth. With you, your best friend, Liz, Mr. Harrington and Ned. Everyone screamed, but after seemingly hours of falling, which turned out to be a fraction of a second, you stopped. As if someone pulled the emergency break in a train.

A little bit of hope came back, but it didn’t stay long enough to calm you down completely. The cap fell again, with such a loud sound, which just put you in MORE panic, but again…

The cap stopped, and in it was Spiderman. Head over, legs pressed again the tiny piece of ceiling that still worked and gave enough support. He looked around, cleared his throat and said, in a surprising deep and calming voice

“Hey, how you doing? Don’t worry about it. I got you”, his Queens accent showing through.

You sat on the floor, still holding the hand of your best friend. Your heartbeat echoed in your head, filling your own ears with it. Ned let his relief take over hand, just to be cut off from your hero in disguise. Spiderman pulled the whole cap, with five persons in it, to the upper door, where everyone got out. You could hear the creaking of metal again and knew it wasn’t a good sign.

And boy you were right.

As soon as you wanted to go to the exit, the metal gave in, Spiderman lost the support of the ceiling and you toughed you would fell again, but that wasn’t the case.

It was just the elevator cap that fell, you were tightly pressed against the Heroes chest, and arm wrapped around you.

You heard his heartbeat this time, and it was the most calming melody you ever heard. A little bit unsteady and rushed, because of the circumstances, but still calming. Tears filled your eyes, as the adrenaline evaporates, and the stress spread out.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)”, his smooth voice called you, making you look in to the Eyes of his mask.

“I’ve got you and I’ll never let you fall again”, he whispered so quietly you barely understood it.

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[thats-immortality]

i got a private message to do a prompt where Mrs. D hadn’t died and to see her interact with her grandchildren. i’ll definitely be writing more with this idea, but i thought this was a good one to start with. this turned into quite a long one which was not what i was expecting, but i know you all won't complain. enjoy y’all xx

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Emily was the first to wake up that morning, just like every morning. No matter how late she went to bed, or what activities her wife had her up to till all hours of the night, she was always the first one to wake up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turned over to look down upon her sleeping wife. Stealing a glance at the clock on her nightstand, it told her that it was half past 7am. The girls would, no doubt, be barging in any minute.

Emily slowly shifted and leaned up on her elbow, once again glancing down at the angelic blonde, her hair splayed out everywhere and in one of Emily’s old t-shirts. No matter how many times a day she saw her wife, Alison always had a way of stealing Emily’s breath away everyday when she first saw her in the morning.

She slowly reached over and moved the hair from out of Alison’s face. Alison, of course, didn’t stir. Emily moved to press small, soft kisses along Alison’s now open neck. When she reached, Alison’s lips, she felt lips pressing back against hers.

“Good morning,” Emily said, as she felt Alison smile against her lips.

“Mmmmm, 5 more minutes babe, please,” Alison begged, as she wrapped her arm around Emily’s waist and pulled her closer.

“Believe me, I wish we could, but we have a lot to do before everyone gets here later,” Emily leveled. But, of course, when she looked down to see Alison’s small pout, she melted. Like always.

“Okay, 5 more minutes. But we have to be quiet,” Emily said, as she laid back down.

They stayed like this for a few more minutes, sharing small kisses between them. But their eyes never left each other.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Alison asked, a small laugh escaping her lips.

“Cause you’re so beautiful in the morning,” Emily said, a small smile pulling at the edges of her mouth.

“So you’ve been telling me for years,” Alison laughed again, as she pulled Emily closer.

“We really should get up, the girls are gonna come barging in any minute.” And the second Emily finished the sentence, they heard little feet stomping their way towards their bedroom.

“I swear you're psychic,” Alison said. And in seconds, the two small brunettes barged in and made a b-line for the bed, jumping up and down.

“It’s our birthday! It’s our birthday!” They yelled.

Emily and Alison quickly made a dive for their daughters and pulled them close, sharing in one big hug.

“Happy birthday, my babies,” Alison said, pressing tons of kisses to each of their cheeks.

“And you know what birthdays mean,” Emily said, a sly smile gracing her face.

“BIRTHDAY TICKLES!” Emily and Alison yelled, in unison, grabbing hold of their already laughing daughters and tickling them till they were all breathless and laughing.

“Mommy?” Grace asked when she finally caught her breath, “How long till our party?”

“Everyone will start coming when the big hand is on the 12,” Alison repeated, for the millionth time it seemed.

“That’s so far!” Lily complained, dramatically flopping herself across Emily’s lap.

“It’ll be here before you both know it,” Alison laughed.

“But until then,” Emily spoke up, “There’s still one more birthday tradition we can cross off our list!”

Grace and Lily immediately perked up, they looked at each other and yelled, “Mama’s Birthday Pancakes!”

“I’ll go get Wayne and meet you downstairs,” Alison said as she pressed a quick kiss to Emily’s lips.

Emily stood up and crossed over to her wife’s side of the bed, waiting for the girls to stand up. When they did, she grabbed them both and flung them over both of her shoulders, “Let’s go!”

Alison quickly got up and crossed into the nursery, where her son Wayne was already standing up in his crib, reaching for Alison the second he set eyes on her, “Hi big boy! Do you wanna go get some pancakes too?”

Moments later, the 5 were all downstairs, sat at the kitchen table sharing in Emily’s very special banana chocolate chip pancakes with sprinkles that she only made on birthdays. Alison and Emily caught each other’s eye, and they both knew they were thinking the same thing. This little family right here, was all their dreams come true.

And a few hours later, their house was filled with tons of people. A bunch of Grace and Lily’s friends from preschool, and all their parents of course. As well as all of Emily and Ali’s friends and family, with people filing into their home every couple of minutes.

Just as Emily was crossing into the kitchen to get chip refills, she heard the doorbell ring, “I got it!”

She opened the door to find her in-laws standing there, huge smiles on their faces and tons of presents in their arms. They did love to spoil their grandchildren.

“Hey!” Emily said, arms open to greet Kenneth and Jessica.

“Hi sweetie!” Jessica said, pressing a swift kiss to Emily’s cheek.

“Where are the grandkids?” Kenneth asked, as he hung up his coat on the coat rack by the door.

“They’re in the living room,” Emily said, lending a hand with the abundance of packages.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad,” Emily heard come from behind her as her wife came up to greet her parents.

“Hi honey,” Kenneth said, giving a quick hug to his daughter before crossing into the living room.

“Hi darling, how are you?” Jessica said, reaching for her daughter. Emily watched fondly as they hung on to each other for a little longer than most would. Ever since Alison had the girls, her and her mom had gotten much closer. All of the history had been forgotten between them, they moved on, and the new relationship that they built together was stronger than ever.

“I’m good! I’m glad you and dad could fly in. Come on, the girls have been asking about you all day.”

“I can’t wait to see those little angels. And Wayne, of course. Has he been sleeping through the night?” Ali and her mom crossed into the living room, carrying their conversation. Emily watched fondly and smiled when she heard the eruption from the girls when they saw Jessica.

A few hours later, Emily found her wife watching fondly as her mom played with the girls, all the new toys they had gotten today in every corner of the living room. Little Wayne sat in her lap nursing a bottle. Most of the girls' friends had left, so it was just a quiet gathering of the family and of course, Aria, Spencer, and Hanna, and of course the boys, who were helping write up the list for the thank you cards in the dining room.

Ali quickly stepped into Emily’s welcoming arms, both of them looking at the life they’d built together.

“Ali, can you believe our little girls are turned 5 today?” Emily broke the silence.

“It seems just like yesterday we found out there were gonna be two of them,” Ali laughed.

“Oh my god, I felt like I was gonna throw up all day, and you were the one with the morning sickness.”

“Mama,” Emily heard Lily’s voice from across the room, “Can Nanny read us our bedtime story tonight?”

“Of course, she can,” Emily said, bending down to pick up Grace from the floor, “Come on girls, it’s time for bed.”

“But you promised we could stay up late,” Gracie said, practically falling asleep on Emily’s shoulder.

“And we did,” Alison said, “Bedtime was an hour ago.”

Jessica put Wayne in Alison’s arms and reached down for Lily’s already extended arms, “I’ll make you girls a deal, I’ll help mommy put Wayne to bed and then I’ll read you two bedtime stories, how does that sound?”

Grace and Lily both nodded sleepily. They quickly said goodnight to the remaining guests who were leaving. Ali, Emily and Jessica, each with a child in their arms, made their way upstairs, glancing at the sleeping Kenneth on the couch. Emily took the girls to get changed and brush their teeth, so Jessica crossed into the light grey room that was Wayne’s nursery, there she found Ali attempting to wriggle Wayne into a fresh onesie.

“Here, honey, let me. You’ve been running around all day, go sit.”

Ali was grateful for the orders. She watched as her mom expertly had Wayne changed in a matter of minutes, Jessica softly humming to keep him calm. She’d become such a different person since Alison was a kid. Having her grandkids around really brought out the best in her.

“Good night, sweet boy,” Jessica said as she softly lowered an already asleep Wayne into his crib.

“Thank you,” Alison whispered as they left the room, making way to the twins’ room.

“Anytime, sweetie, you know that. I love those kids.”

“And they love you, you should really come around more often. We’d all love it,” Alison said.

“Your dad and I have actually been talking about that, we want to move closer. With you and Emily here with the kids, and Jason moving up to New York, it really just makes sense for us to be closer.”

“I’d love that,” Ali said, giving her mom a quick hug.

“Me too.”

They quickly entered into the twins’ room to find both girls, already in bed, books on their laps.

“Hi girls,” Jessica said, immediately sitting on the big rocking chair in the middle of the room, “Did you each pick out a book like I said?”

The girls nodded and held up their books, “Ooo good choices, girls. Let’s start with this one, it was always my favorite.”

Ali and Emily stood in the door way as they watched the girls listen intently to Jessica read, not daring to even close their eyes for a minute.

“Nanny,” Lily said as Jessica finished the second book and moved to turn off the light, “Will you be here tomorrow with Grandpa when we wake up?”

“Yes sweetie, I will. And then you, me, Gracie, Wayne, your moms, and Grandpa are gonna all meet up with Grandma Pam for another little birthday celebration.”

“Good,” Gracie said, “We like when everyone’s here.”

“Me too. Good night girls,” Jessica said as she pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads, not forgetting to kiss both Emily and Alison on the cheek to say goodnight.

Emily and Ali stood there for a little longer, looking fondly at their two little princesses fast asleep in their beds, turning to check on Wayne who was fast asleep in his crib before heading back to their room, hand in hand.

“Thank you for giving me the most beautiful family,” Emily said when she kissed Alison good night.

“Thank you for loving me enough to trust me to give you one.”

They kissed once more, but it was hardly for a good night.

[sweetlysilent]

Late Nights

Requested By: @chocklit-shopppe

​ hi its still me, i also i have a request! could you possibly do an imagine for either archie or jughead (either is fine, i love them both) where they’re your best friend and your parents are out of town so they spend the night with you only to later admit their feelings for you. you spend the night with bunches of cuddles and soft kisses. (just fluff please, no smut) <3 thank you so much!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Your parents had gone out of town for a few days. This meant that your best friend Archie would be crashing with you each day. You loved hanging out with him, you two always had the best time together. You’d had a crush on Archie since you were little, but never expected anything in return due to your strong friendship. But things can change when least expected.

Warnings: Just fluff!!

Word Count: 1,609

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you don’t mind that I chose to write it using Archie! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)

It was one day till spring break, meaning that your parents would be out of town for a good portion of the week.

This meant one thing and one thing only, your best friend to crash at your house.

You both did this whenever ones’ parents went out of town for a while, it was a tradition you both made up since you were younger.

This is also how you fell for your red haired friend, spending all this time together created a strong bond that people were jealous of.

They’d look at the both of you, wanting a kind of relationship like that.

However, others looked at you and saw how clueless you both were, amazed that you and Archie couldn’t see how in love you both were with each other.

Everyone around could tell, except you both.

People tried to convince you that you both would be great together, but you both brushed it off pulling the ‘we’re just best friends’ card.

This annoyed a good amount of people at school, they didn’t understand how you both couldn’t see your own true feelings.

The thing is, you could.

You knew how in love you were with your best friend, but you were afraid to tell him.

You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you both had.

You’d rather have Archie as a close friend rather than not have him as a friend at all.

“So, I’ll bring the usual snacks for later tonight?” Archie smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“And I’ll have our usual movies to binge watch.” You replied, wrapping your arm around his torso.

“Sounds great.” He smiled, giving you a side hug before letting go of you to enter his class while you went to yours.

You saw people looking at the both of you, which made you roll your eyes.

They just didn’t understand the situation.

The day went on forever, everyone was eager to leave and have fun and start their spring break.

You on the other hand, you were nervous, you didn’t know why either.

You tried to come up with reasonable answers in your head but none came, making you frustrated.

You had zoned out for a good portion of class, only to hear the bell ring and everyone cheer and rush out the door.

Class was over. It was spring break now.

You met up with Betty and Veronica, who dragged you to Pop’s to have a celebratory food fest.

You all sat down in a booth, soon to be greeted by Kevin, Jughead, and Archie.

You all ate and had fun, doing the usual gossiping.

The day went by quick, and soon enough you were at your house, gathering the movies you and Archie always watched.

You made the room look presentable, satisfied with your work.

Soon enough the doorbell rang and Archie was standing before you, holding a bag of snacks and drinks.

“Who’s ready to binge movies for hours and hours?” He laughed, walking inside and setting down the bags on the counter.

“Um, me!” You replied sassily, laughing.

Archie laughed, shaking his head while unloading the bags, you helping him.

You decided to pop some popcorn, while he got a bag of chips.

You sat down on the couch, placing the bowl of popcorn in your lap, a blanket wrapped around you.

You had put in the movie Ghostbusters a classic movie you both loved.

After a few hours of binge watching movies, you decided to play a few games.

It was these moments that your inner feelings did their best to come out, whether you wanted them to or not.

“Uno!” Archie cheered, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“You always win at this game, I call rigged!” You claimed, making Archie scoff dramatically.

“What? You accuse me of rigging this game?” He gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

You nodded, a smile on your face.

“I think you’re just a sore loser because you can’t ever beat me.” He taunted, a smirk on his face.

Now it was your turn to gasp dramatically.

“What? Me? A sore loser? Please!” You waved him off, laughing.

You both continued to play the game, Archie once again won, bragging about it while you glared at him playfully.

You decided to get a drink, while Archie put in another movie.

You couldn’t help but admire him from afar, he was the perfect guy you could ask for honestly.

He protected his friends no matter what, he was a gentlemen when needed, he always wanted people happy no matter the outcome for him.

You didn’t realize you were staring, as his eyes met yours.

You quickly looked away, a light blush creeping up on your cheeks.

You could hear Archie chuckle quietly to himself, making you internally scream at yourself for getting caught.

You hated having feelings, they messed things up all the time.

You walked back over, drink in your hand.

“So, what movie did you pick?” You asked, sitting down next to him.

He glanced at you then at the TV.

“I put in my favorite, The Avengers.” He grinned excitedly, making you laugh.

You both watched the movie, until you realized Archie was wrapping his arm around you.

You didn’t understand what was happening, or why it was happening.

“Um, Archie?” You questioned, looking up at him.

“Hmm?” He responded back, looking down at you.

“What are you doing?” You smiled slightly, making him smirk to himself.

“Trying to see if my predictions are true, which they are.” He grinned, messing up your hair.

You groaned and fixed your hair, sitting up so you could look at him.

“And what are your predictions?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“You like me.” He stated boldly, making your eyes widen.

He gave a cheeky smile, knowing he caught you in his trap.

“What would ever give you that idea? That’s ridiculous!” You fought back, trying to cover up the nervousness in your voice.

“Y/N, it’s okay, because honestly I like you too.” He smiled, making you freeze.

“What?” You asked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“Y/N, I like you, I have since we became best friends, but overtime I realized it was more than that, I love you.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You sat there, stunned, the boy you had loved since you were young finally admitted his feelings to you.

You smiled, biting your lip.

“I love you too Archie, I always have.” You admitted, making his eyes light up.

What happened next surprised you, Archie leaned in and kissed you, it was soft, full of passion.

You couldn’t have been happier.

“Who knew all these late nights together would actually bring us together.” You laughed, cuddling into his side.

He kissed your head, laughing along with you.

It’s funny how things can happen in a blink of an eye, and this was one of those moments.

Late nights together really can change everything.

[gravitymirage]

Taking Back Control - Part 5

@intplier

Mark was about to act on one of his stupider ideas.

 It was the night Amy had gone missing. He had locked himself in his recording studio in an attempt to use the sound proofing. All his friends had gone home, though they must have shown concern at Amy’s absence by now.  He had suspicions on what could’ve happened to her, some more plausible than others. But Mark had inevitably decided the best person to go to get information on his absent girlfriend. He was quite sure he was going to regret this, but he couldn’t think of anyone else to contact. Well, at least anyone who he could actually get information out of.

He dialed the number, holding his breath.

“Hello?”

“Umm, Hi. It’s Mark.”

“Ohoho~! Isn’t this a shocker ladies and gentlemen! I wish I was on air for this! Ready to schedule another interview I presume?” Came the drawled response. Mark flinched at the reference to his previous encounter with the omnipresent sociopath. None of his egos could kill Mark, he always came back. Plus, even if they did find a way to kill him, they’d all die with him. But the stab wound had been bad enough for him to ‘die’ for a few moments. It was a truly terrifying experience.

“No, Wilford, I haven’t. I was-“ He was cut off before he could ask his question.

“What a shame, what a shame! My viewers loved you! Almost as much as they love me! And I’m me!” Mark rolled his eyes, but tried to keep his tone placating.

“Yes, I’m sure they loved it.” It was on Mark’s channel after all, “And I may still consider coming back on. But that isn’t why I called you.” Each of his main egos did have contact information, it only appeared to people who’d met them before. Mark had no idea how calls across dimensions without costing a fortune.

“Hmm, now you’ve peaked my curiosity, Mr. Fish-Back!” Mark flinched at the obvious butchering of his last name, “I suppose I can listen to what you have to say…If my schedule isn’t too busy! Lemme check, I’ll be with you in a jiffy!” The sound of flickering papers reached his ears. Mark slouched against the padded recording room walls, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew that Wilford didn’t have a full schedule. There was nothing to put on it, since all his shows relied on Mark’s channel. The journalist only did this because it seemed like what they should be doing. It was in their character. Mark went along with it because it kept them on his side. A gun shot went off, causing Mark to flinch, followed by a scream that sounded disturbingly like his own. A pause. “Looks like it’s your lucky day! I have a small slot in my agenda to humour you! What appears to be the issue?” Mark could practically see Wilford leaning back, sucking on his index finger like he did when he was intrigued. Mark hoped that whichever ego had been shot was alright. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I was wondering if you could find someone for me?”

“Well excuuuuuuse yoooou!” They huffed out in indignation, “I’m not about to delay my activities to be your little helper!” Mark groaned.

“I know you’re omnipresent, Wilford! While in your dimension you can be everywhere and nowhere! You can use it to see anything occurring in the entire world! Therefore, you can find her in a second without technically even moving physically!” Mark could practically feel Wilford squinting.

“And how do you know that?” Mark practically wanted to scream, ‘Because I created you!’, but kept his mouth shut. He had to pander to Wilford’s interests.

“I have my sources…” he divulged. Wilford was always interested in a mystery.

“Well...” Wilford mused, “I usually don’t usually do this, even for my fans.” Mark rolled his eyes, “However, you’ve made an interesting case so far, and I’m intrigued so see how this will all end. Let me ask who exactly you’re looking for? You aren’t a stalker, are you?” Mark heard the scratch of pen on paper.

“No, I’m not! You can scratch that note out right now!” Wilford grumbled to himself. “I’m looking for Amy Nelson.”

“Ah ha! You’ve lost your girlfriend, have you? Isn’t that an interesting story? Do tell more~” There was more pen scratching.

“I can’t tell more if I don’t know where she is.” He tried. Wilford paused.

“I suppose you’re right…Would you like me to find her?” Mark sighed out in relief.

“Yes!” Wilford laughed slightly.

“Alright, alright. Calm your horses.” There was a pause, “I can’t find her.”

“What!?” Wilford sighed.

“Are you deaf? I said I can’t find her!”

“What do you mean you can’t find her! You can find anyone!” Mark paced the room, openly yelling now. “You’re lying!”

“I wish I was Markimoo, I wish I was. I’ve never not been able to find someone before…” Wilford perked up, “Why, this just adds to the mystery! I think Miss Nelson might not be on earth anymore! Maybe it was aliens! The theories are swimming. See ya Mark! I gotta get writing!”

“Will, Wait-“ Silence. He’d hung up.

Mark slammed the phone onto the desk, flopping down into his chair. He rubbed a hand across his face and through his hair. Well, that had been useless. Mark didn’t know what he expected. Mark didn’t know why he’d let Wilford frustrate him so much. He’d been so close to finding her…

Not on earth? Aliens? Bullshit. Unless…

If she wasn’t on earth, could she be in another dimension? Specifically, the ego’s main dimension?

Mark grinned. Perhaps Wilford had been useful after all.

    It had been close to a day, and Amy still hadn’t left the room. Sure, Red had delivered breakfast and lunch – making sure to lock the door this time on his departure. Dr. Iplier had held to his promise, sending Oliver to deliver fresh ice for her head. The swelling had died, the headache was gone, and overall Amy was doing better. Physically, that is. She had still been kidnapped. She was always on edge, whenever there was sound outside, she ran, standing as far from the door as possible. He had thought of the possibility of claiming to be in the bathroom to avoid company but she doubted it would work. The Google’s would most likely be willing to stand there unmoving until she exited instead of leaving. She was sure Dark – the name sent shivers down her spine – would let himself in regardless. Doors simply unlocked for him. Every time she even imagined the ringing her entire body went into melt down, and she couldn’t sleep for longer than an hour without waking up in a cold sweat. Her only social interaction had been a short conversation with Oliver, which Amy was fairly certain Dr. Iplier had forced him to attempt. She missed her friends. She missed her pets. She wished Mark was here. The real Mark. Not all these different copies. She wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice the way he used it. She laid back on the bed and sighed. No tears fell. Why wasn’t she crying? She’d been kidnapped! She was trapped, her friends didn’t know where she was, and she was with a bunch of psychopaths with her boyfriend’s body! Crying was perfectly okay! It was human! Yet no tears had fallen since when she’d first arrived yesterday. Perhaps her body was using it as defense, not letting the alters see her turmoil. Or maybe she was steadily going insane. In the end, it didn’t matter. She might die here, at the hands of a character Mark had created and never told her about.

 Amy was starting to wonder how many days would be spent in this room hiding from the other alters when there was movement outside her door. She completed her now familiar routine of backing to the other side of the room, keeping the bed between her and the door. It was Google, complete with his scowling expression.

“It is time for dinner.” He stated. Amy forced a smile.

“Right, well. You can leave the food at the door and I’ll- “

“Dark is requesting you join him and the others in the dining hall.” She felt the dread clutch onto her heart like a weight, pulling it down. She had almost fooled herself into thinking she’d never see him again. It was like she was a fly caught on the edge of the web. Struggling. Almost free. Almost away from this hell. That is, until the spider decides to drag her to the centre, tangling her in a cocoon she can’t escape from. Caught in a snare, until the spider decides to eat her. When it became clear to Google that she had frozen up and wasn’t coming to him willingly, he growled to himself. He marched over to her and Amy played her one card, leaping over the bed and running for the open door. She didn’t get a chance however, as Google predicted her movement, grasping her by the back of her sweater and dragging her back. He was more forceful with his transport this time, pulling her arms behind her back and shoving her along. Amy was sure he was going to break her arms.

He took her straight down the hall from her room, turning right and pushing her through a door.

“It is a dressing room.” He stated, looking her over, “Dark wanted you to dress up, make it formal. He has picked out a few dresses.” Google gestured to the wall. The clothes rack was mostly empty, expect for the ten dresses hanging there, neatly ironed. “Take your pick, and make it fast. They are waiting, I will meet you in the hall.” With that he slammed the door shut, and Amy wanted to scream. She took a moment to pace the room, controlling her breathing. She knew if she wasn’t quick, Google would probably come in and dress her himself – he was a robot, if it completed his objective he couldn’t care less. Plus, Dark would be irritated by the delay, and she wanted him in good standing before she tried to escape. She groaned out, running her hands through her hair. She felt awful submitting to the alters whims, but there was no other way. She had to get out of here. Surely Mark wouldn’t mind if it kept her alive. Dark was right, she was helpless to his command. If she disobeyed him, he could kill her, and Mark wouldn’t know till it was too late. She calmed herself, looking over the dresses. This wasn’t just Dark, it was all the other alters as well. She looked over a short, revealing crimson dress that made her want to vomit. He had chosen it. For her to wear. It probably wasn’t even a case of appeasing himself. He knew it would make her uncomfortable, and he knew it would shock the other alters. All the dresses were different. Different lengths, colours and designs, though they all would fit her. One key factor stood out however. They were all beautiful. All things she would wear in a different scenario. Dresses to be considered attractive, or seductive. As well as this, none of them had pockets, or any place she could hide belongings. They took away any power, making it impossible to defend herself. Knowing the clock was ticking, she chose a black, mid-length dress with swirling branches and flowers of many colours. Little birds decorated them with gorgeous, swirling feather designs. It was stunning, and it looked great on her, but the pandering to her interests in the design made her sick. It was made to accentuate curves, and her slim figure. It was strapless, and revealed to much at the chest. She didn’t have time to overthink it. She found a pair of black heels, and quickly sat herself on a chair in front of a large mirror. The marble sink before her had a variety of makeup products. Time was short so she rushed with some basics; concealer, lipstick, eyeliner. If Dark wanted formal, he would get it. She was going to look great. Hell, maybe now she could get more information looking like this. Amy used a brush to fix her hair, before standing. She paced, reassuring herself, before nearly leaping out of her skin when Google banged on the door. She took a few deep breaths, before heading to the entrance, her heels clicking against marble. She opened the door, glaring at Google.

“Better?” She wasn’t sure where her sudden confidence had come from, and was sure it would die before she even saw Dark. Google smirked.

“Satisfactory.” Before grabbing her arms and pushing her along once more.

They made their way up the stairs and down the main hall. Amy stared longingly at the mansion’s entrance. Even if it had been unlocked, where would she go? Running in heels wasn’t her forte. Plus, she had no idea where she was, she might not even be in Los Angeles anymore. Sure, the time zone appeared to be the same as home, but that could mean anything. It could’ve changed without her even realising. Google made a sharp left turn through an archway which Amy knew led to the dining room. From where she stood, she could see Dark at the head of the table, sneering at her. The faint ringing made her sick.

“Welcome Miss Nelson! So kind of you to join us! You look lovely!” he glanced over her, licking his lips before smiling. Her chest constricted around her lungs. Google shoved her forward, and she stumbled a few feet, catching herself on the chair of the closest alter as she gave way under her heels. “I hope Google won’t mind if you take his place at the table, he doesn’t need to eat.” The robot accepted Dark’s dismissal, turning and heading up the stairs. You could have heard a pin drop at the silence, all the alters gawking up at her. She hated the way their eyes glanced her body over. She reminded herself that none of them were Mark. Just characters. Alters. Her eyes fell to the one in the chair she’d caught herself on, who looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she leapt back, her heart thumping in her chest

“Well whaddya know? Amy Nelson! I need to rewrite that article because this is much more interesting!”

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[sexstorydaily-blog]

My Girlfriend’s Bestie!

It was a regular old Friday night. The bars were opened and my girlfriend and her friends grabbed their fake id cards and were off to the local bar. Now this night was kind of special. Monica invited me to go with her. Monica is my girlfriend of a little over a year now. It is not often I went to the bar with her, but tonight was different for some reason. When I arrived I figured out why.

Monica’s friend Lisa was at the house. She like me is not a big drinker so I was there to keep Lisa company.

Now Monica, my girlfriend is a hot little number. She has a nice chest. 36C with large nipples that are great for sucking. She also had a compact 5’4” body that is great for wild physical fun in the sack. She is a cock cowgirl. She rides like she is in a rodeo. The sight of those 36C titties bobbing around is enough to make you blow a load just thinking about it. Monica’s friend Lisa was also quite attractive. She had smaller breast, 36B, but she had a nice body for a person who is 5’6”. She is very sweet and charming and has beautiful lips. Many a night I have dreamed she would someday suck my 8” cock and allow me to cum on that beautiful face. Now the plan for the night was to go to the bar dance and have fun. Lisa and I would be the sober ones and take care of Monica and her other drinking friends. The bar is not in walking distance either so Lisa and I drove. Which was cool by me as long as nobody vomited in my car.

Now as the night progressed Monica got really really bombed. The partying went on to the usual two in the morning and then it was time to go and see who could walk. Needless to say there was not a soul except Lisa and I. Monica was hardly able to walk and I knew it was gonna be a boring night for me. No good sex, Monica was rougher and more wild when buzzing, or was I too hasty to come to the judgement.

The plan was for Lisa to drive the other girls home since Jenna too her car to the bar for Lisa to drive. Lisa was gonna stay at Monica’s house and get a ride home in the morning so I said I would drop Monica and one of the others off and meet Lisa at Jenna’s and drive her to Monica’s. This was cool with Lisa who was the only one who cared since everyone else was too wasted to give a rats ass. So I proceeded to drop Monica and her friend off. I took Monica in and got her ready for bed. Too bad that great body I got to see would not be on top of my cock. Damn. Monica passed out right as she hit the bed. I moved a garbage can near the edge of the bed and put her on her side and left to get Lisa.

Lisa was waiting outside Jenna’s with Jenna. Lisa looked so good tonight. Her hair was up and she was wearing a low cut top from the Express that showed off a ton of cleavage. She also was wearing a skirt that left little to the imagination in the ass department. I could tell it was firm tight and just perfect.

Now she got in the car and buckled up and we started the 20 minute journey back to Monica’s. The conversation turned interesting quickly though. Last year Lisa was down the shore with Monica and a bunch of other people and many of them made comments about Monica and my loud love making all that weekend. They said it was very loud and that I must have been good and the like. Monica and I laughed about it, but Lisa wanted to explore this more!!!!

“Hey Steve”, she asked.

“What is up Lis??”

“Can I ask you something???”

“Sure Lisa what is on your mind??”

“I always wondered if you had a big cock.”

Now I was floored by this statement for such a sweet girl that I could not imagine would say these things. However, I was interested and it gave me a little rise in my pants to hear her talk so dirty. So I inquired further.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well at the shore last year you and Monica did it a lot. She was moaning so loud and all and it must have been great. I had asked her a bunch of times about your cock, but she just said you had enough down there. So I want to know how big you are?”

“Well Lisa that is fair I guess. I have never had someone be so direct with me before. Well I have 8”.”

“Wow I can’t believe it. Monica is pretty damn lucky. I only get average size guys. I don’t want to marry a guy with a big cock. It would not hurt if he was well hung, but for marriage it does not matter. I do though want a large cock before I get hitched though. Ya know what I mean?”

“Well Lis, not exactly, but I can relate to what you are talking about. Not to worry I am sure you will find the man of your dreams soon enough.”

With that we had pulled up to Monica’s place and jumped out of the car. I had a ragging hard on by this point which was hard to hide. I think Lisa knew it to. She had a wicked smile on her face.

I went in to check on Monica and she was dead to the world. Just passed out in her bed. She would not be up again till morning so I went to the kitchen. There I found Lisa getting a drink and going back to the guest room for the night. I talked with her briefly and she went to bed. I watched her walk up the stairs and got hard again. Damn it would be nice to hit that I thought.

Well the opportunity presented itself. I got myself a drink and was gonna jump on my mattress mat in Monica’s room when I walked past the bathroom and saw Lisa looking at herself in the mirror. I crept up on her and kissed her on the neck. She was startled, but did not pull away and let me continue. I turned her around to face her and said to her, “You really turned me on during the car ride home. Monica is passed out and it will be our little secret. I will make your dream come true for a night.”

She did not say a word, but kissed me on the lips. Exploring my mouth with her tongue and turning me on. Then she said, “How about we go to the guest room so we can be in a more private setting.”

I followed her to the guest room and as soon as she closed the door we returned to where we left off in the bathroom. The game of tongue hockey turned into exploring her body with my hands. The ass I dreamed about felt so firm and nice I could not wait to see it naked. Plus her breast were not soft like Monica’s. Now Monica had great tits. Great for sucking and titty fucking, but Lisa’s were firm and just felt so good to the touch.

Now Lisa was doing some exploring of her own and was rubbing her body close to mine to get my cock to firm up. You could tell by her moans on approval as we kissed she liked my body as much as I liked hers body. Esspecially my cock. “Steve lay down here baby!!!”

She directed me to the bed and as I laid down on the bed she kissed me all over. On the lips neck and stomach. She even sucked on my nipples a bit. Then she knelt up and removed her shirt and I almost gasped. Her body looked so good. Then she removed her bra. Her 36B tits did not move when taken out. They were so firm. Plus she had nice big nipples. Like Monica’s but a bit smaller since Monica had a bigger chest this was OK!!!!

I reached up and messaged her tits and then she bent down and let me take them into my mouth. I messaged and sucked her nipples. She moaned her approval and cocked her head back in a seductive motion. She was horny and wanted all she was getting and about to get.

Now she pulled her tits away from me and started to kiss me all over again. Then she started rubbing and touching my cock. At this point I was not far from completely erect, but her expert hands got me there. Then she started a motion with her hand on my cock and took me into her mouth. She sucked and stroked my cock like a porn queen. Exploring every inch of my throbbing rock with her tongue. She also used her other hand to caress my balls. This made me crazy I moaned loudly!!!!

She then pulled me out of her mouth while continuing to stroke me and said, “I am gonna make this big cock cum in my mouth baby. I hope you don’t have a problem with that.” She then took the length back into her mouth and sucked me more vigorously than before. I was in heaven as she deep throated my cock and fondled my balls with her hand.

I could not take it anymore and had to shoot my load. She gagged on it at first, but then caught up as best she could and swallowed some while the rest dripped out of her mouth and down her kneck.

She then snuggled up to me and kissed me and I said to her, “That was a great blow job baby, but I can’t have all the fun.” With that I went down on her. I removed her underwear which were emerald green thongs, very nice stuff, and took in the aroma of her juices. I started slowly licking the inside of her leg and around her hole, but then went to work on her clit. I sucked and nibbled on her clit until she was arching her back and rubbing her titties. She moaned loud and beads of sweat started to form on her tits and forehead. I then decided it was time so I put two fingers in her cunt while licking her clit and she went crazy. She came all over my face. Then just when I thought she was done I nibbled on her clit a little more and she came all over my face again.

After she was done she pulled me up to her and started kissing me again. She was rubbing my cock and I was responding and getting rock hard again. Once I was my fully erect 8” Lisa said, “Steve I want you in me. I want your cock to show me what Monica is lucky enough to get all the time.”

With that I positioned my self between her legs and slowly slid my cock in her pussy. It was warm and wet and inviting. I did not force it all at once, but within a few seconds I had my full 8” up in her and was banging her to the hilt. She was holding her ankles and had her legs up in the air. Then she put them over my shoulders and messaged her own tits. What a sight, my girlfriends best friend who I had dreamed about I am fucking and she is loving it and willing to keep it from her friend. Well after about 10 minutes of this she say, “I wanna ride it.”

She did not have to say that twice. I laid on the bed and she balanced herself above my cock and to my surprise slammed herself on my 8” rod. She moaned and continued on ridding my rod as hard as she could. She leaned over and let me message and suck her nipples at points, but was more interested in getting herself off on my 8” rod. She increased her speed as she got hotter and when she finally came she arched her back almost breaking my cock in two. She collapsed on me, but I was not finished. I told her to lay on her back and she was more than happy to obey. From there I slammed my soaked cock into her and with my fingers worked on her clit. She started moaning again and was ready to cum. I was also on the verge. My balls were swelling and I was about to explode. I pulled out and grabbed the base of my cock and then shot a huge load all over her mouth and titties. Lisa was moaning and still hot. She came along with my last orgasm, but she still wanted more.

She asked, “Hey baby there are not many men who have enough to hit me doggie style. If I can get you hard again will you hit me doggie and then I will let you get some sleep.”

I did not think she could do it. I was spent, but I said OK give it a try. To my amazement she got me hard again and I told her, “A promise is a promise.”

So she got on all fours and begged me to hit her from behind. I loved the view. Her firm round ass all in the air for me. I licked my hand and slicked up my 8” member, which I was proud of for lasting so long, and slid it into Lisa’s pussy. It was so good doing her doggie style. I had done this with Monica many times, but Lisa was a bit thinner in the hips and it was much sweeter to grabber her at the waste and watch that round ass slam into my pelvic region.

Lisa moaned, “Baby your cock is the best. It is making me feel like a woman. My pussy never felt soooooo gooooodddd.” With that I could not last any longer I pulled out and shot my load partially on her round ass and she turned around and sucked the rest out of my cock.

“Wow baby you are an adventure,” I said.

“Oh there will be more adventures big boy. As long as we can get Monica drunk enough to pass out more often.”

Those stories are for another time. So after we held one another for a bit and kissed and fondled each other a bit more she got dressed and went to bed and I got dressed and snuck into Monica’s room to get some sleep. She was still passed out and still to this day has no clue about that night or the adventures that would follow, but those are stories for another time.

To be continued...

[waywardimpalawriter]

Someone to love part 3 of 5

  Someone to love

Summary: You’d been there the whole time. Maybe now it’s time to let Steve know what he thinks he’ll never find.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Character’s: Steve, Reader, Natasha, Peggy, OC male (Reader’s granddad), Sam, T’Challa, Bucky, mentions of Sharon,

Setting: from Captain America the First Avenger to Civil War.

Warnings: none for now.

Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @angryschnauzer the song is Somebody to love by Queen. What was supposed to be a one shot grew into a four or more parts cause the idea just stuck with me. Hope you enjoy.

Someone tags:  @spnhybrid @iamwarrenspeace @the-doctor-called-loki

Permanent tags: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @aquabrie @feelmyroarrrr

Marvel tags: @sebbytrash @ek823 @marvelfanfichq @creideamhgradochas

Key: Y/GF/N = your grandfather’s name

Someone to love Part 1 Part 2

Part 3: Confidant

2014 one month after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D

  Pacing, feeling like a caged animal in his apartment, even with all the floors and miles of city below him, Steve Rogers still felt like he couldn’t breathe. So much change in the last month, SHIELD falling, Hydra coming out of hiding, people he thought were friends weren’t biggest of all Bucky being alive. Yeah that one little tidbit had his mind reeling. His best friend growing up, fought alongside, lost to a fall… alive and his enemy.

Something Steve refused to believe. Even with all the evidence to back the claim, files that Natasha procured from old friends in the KGB, spread out over the coffee table. None needing to be gone over since he’s committed each and every detail to memory. Not that it’ll help any, given the fact Steve doesn’t know the first place to start looking and that’s what frustrates him the most.

A harsh knock breaking him from the thoughts running the Kentucky derby inside his mind. Checking the peep hole before unlocking and opening the door. “Hey Sam.”

“Steve,” giving the star spangled man without a plan a nod, eyes surveying the apartment much like his own down the hall of Stark turned Avenger’s tower. “It’s been a month, any word on when we’re starting our little hunt for Wile E Coyote?”

Scowling, Steve runs a hand through his hair, looking from Sam to the file. “You don’t have to come along.”

“I know,” arms crossed, leaning against the back of the couch as if he had all the time in the world. “Doesn’t mean I’m not coming with you Cap.”

“Understood,” stepping towards the kitchen, Steve turns slightly. “We’ll move out in two days. Just need to get a few things straight first.”

A grin spreads across his full lips, flashing pearly whites, “Doesn’t have anything to do with that young writer girl you’ve been talking about?”

“Y/N her name, not writer girl,” Steve tossed back heading towards the kitchen a slight grin forming on his face thinking of you. “And you’re just as bad as Natasha with butting in my love life.”

“My job as sidekick, keeping Captain America on his toes. Besides you need to get laid before you start shooting blanks and you’re too old to get it up.”

Stopping, turning to face his Winged Avenging friend, “I may be 94, but I’m not dead,” shaking his head. “First Nat tries to set me up with every woman she comes in contact with, now you’re take potshots at my soldiers. What friends I have.”

“Hey what about Sharon, if ya ain’t interesting in writer girl, maybe Agent 13 will wet your whistle,” grinning, holding his hands to the side in a shrug. “Worth a shot right?” wiggling his dark brow.

“Out,” groaning, pointing towards the door. “I have things to get ready and so do you. We leave at 05:00 day after tomorrow.”

“Don’t scare me none, remember army man here,” Sam adds while heading towards the door. He’s seen the haunted eyes Steve tries to hide. The pain written in the sky blue orbs that he’s kept bury deep within his being. Sam’s seen it all, tried to help, offering his ear many times. Though he knows Steve rather keep everything bottled up tight, everything separate and emotions in check. Though one thing Sam’s noticed over the short while he’s known Steve, is that after seeing you he seems more at easy almost a different person.

It’s the reason he picks, getting Steve to go see you before they leave on a mission that neither are sure they’ll come back from at least intact. “Piece of advice Steve,” when he looks over at Sam, he continues. “Go see her, just in case, to say whatever you need to,” after which Sam opens, steps out of and gone before Steve can say anything else.

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Iced tea, condensation dripping down the glass, a bunch of grapes beside your drink, laptop open, your e/c eyes staring at a blank screen as your mind is elsewhere right now. Almost three weeks have gone by since you last heard anything from Steve a rare occurrence, since that fateful day almost two years ago. Snorting at the thought of fate, pencil twirling between fingers to tap on the table keeping a steady beat to the music playing softly throughout your small apartment. Worried doesn’t even begin to cover what you’re feeling right now, your wanting to pick up your cell and call, text anything to make sure he’s alright. But you reframe, always letting him contact you in case he’s on a mission or busy with other things.

The events of last month still replying in your head, having received word from Natasha, whom you’d met a few times during your stays in DC visiting both Steve and your granddad. Becoming friends with the feisty red head who kept you in the know with how Captain America was doing. Even contact with her is sketchy at best. Though you figured it had more to do with the fact that all of SHIELD’s and there by Hydra’s secrets being dumped onto the net for all to read, compromising so many, Natasha included. Besides it wasn’t like your family or anything more than friend’s right? No matter how many times your heart pounds when seeing him, or just talking on the phone. Though you feel he’d never see you like that. In your eyes, plain and boring, to a superhero with women throwing themselves all over him.

Of course that little thought sent a pang of hurt racing across your heart, one you ignored after all it’s foolish to fall in love with Captain America. Yet you’ve never seen him as anyone other than Steve Rogers, the man who’s voice you missed hearing. Talking about different things, the 40’s, his time during World War 2, relearning how to live in a world so different than his own. Helping him acclimate and adapt, watching the cheesy, the iconic and horrible movies just so he got caught up. Listening to massive amounts of music and books, one thing you’d learned is that Steve Rogers loved to read anything he could get his hands on with a spine and paper between the covers.

The very through brought a smile to your lips and a sigh to escape knowing you’ve fell hard and fast for the man most only saw as a superhero, not a real man. Getting the feeling to pound your head into the table, you think better of such ideas instead focus on the blank Word document trying to churn out at least a few thousand words before dinner time rolled around.

However, the writing God’s weren’t on your side as a knock sounded, drawing you from the half page written, a glance in that direction, “Just a minute,” calling out, while standing, stretching your back to get some feeling in.

Bare feet padding on warm hardwood floor, you glance down at the jean capris and burgundy peasant blouse. Shrugging, you peep through the hole only to drop back against the door hand to heart. Having seen Steve standing there looking so good in a tight grey t-shirt and khaki pants, hands clasp in front of him as rocking on the balls of his feet. For a moment you’re at a loss. But why? It’s just Steve right? Of course that’s the problem it’s just Steve.

Swallowing harshly, smoothing a hand down your blouse, before taking the chain off, lock as well and opening the door bright smile lighting your features. Till your eyes come to rest on the man in question fully, seeing the shadows under his eyes, the tension in his shoulders and back.

Going for light and playful, “Bout time you show up. Thought I’d have to send the National Guard out to look for you,” you’re kidding, though there’s an undertone of worry in your voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N I would’ve call…” his words are cut short, much like his progress into your apartment, as you’ve wrapped him into your arms. One hand running the strong, hard length of his back as the other cards through the short hairs at the nape.

Relaxing into your hold, Steve returns the embrace both arms encircle your waist holding you close. “Next time you’re gonna be out of communications range solider do a girl a favor and at least send up a smoke signal so I know you’re alright.”

Breathing in the warmth of you amber perfume oil, his face burying in the crook of your neck, peace finally seems to surround him along with a sense of belonging. “Worried about me were you doll?” voice muffled as your both still wrapped around each other.

Nodding, pulling back before you lost yourself in the feel of being so surrounded by Steve that your heart gives a little flutter at the touch of his hands resting on your waist. “Hell yes I was. How would I explain to Granddad I lost an America treasure when I promised him and Peggy both I’d look after you?”

Resisting the urge to punch him, the last time didn’t go so well and left you with a hurt hand, but it’s there. Because you know something’s up, and major if the haunted look in those sweet sky blue orbs tell you anything.

Taking his hand, you both head towards the couch. “I’m no treasure Y/N.”

“You let me be the judge of that one Steve,” you smile letting his hand go, starting for the kitchen. “Hungry? Thirst?”

“No I’m good,” his answer prompt and short making you stare for a moment.

Nervous for some reason now that there’s space between the two of you, “So how long have you been back in New York City?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, looking from the coffee table that he stands next to, over to the armoire which holds you entertainment system the two of your having watch many of hours on. Finally landing on you, but not straight into your eyes. “I’ve actually been back for about two weeks.”

Shock has your jaw dropping, a pang of hurt slicing your heart, before closing and chewing on your cheek. You wonder if he’d just forgot to call, or stop by, unless it’s something more, like he’s saying goodbye this time. “I know you’re busy, but you couldn’t pick up the phone?”

“It’s not like that Y/N I’ve been busy,” he begins running a hand through his hair.

Nodding but keeping your mouth shut for a heartbeat of three. “So you didn’t think I wouldn’t worry? It’s been three weeks Steve,” voice soft, hurt as tears prick the back of your eyes.

Finally locking eyes with you, Steve swallows hard taking a step towards you. “I’m sorry to make you worry doll, truly I am.”

Wiping at your eyes, nodding slightly, knowing he wouldn’t have willfully left you in the dark. Though it still hurt, “I know you are Steve and I’m sorry to for being mad. When Nat told me what happened, and I’m thinking she left parts out because you look like hell, I got so worried about you. I almost bought a train ticket a half dozen times to DC to find out if you were okay.”

The thought of you being so worried should’ve made him feel regret and angry towards himself, yet it had the opposite. It warmed a part of him that someone would care so much about his well fair, not having felt that since before going into the ice, made Steve appreciate you all the more.

Stepping forward, taking both your hands in his, the two of you walk back towards the couch and sit down. “How much did Nat tell you?”

Puzzled, though enjoying the heat of his larger hands encompassing yours. “Just that SHIELD has been infiltrated from the inside by Hydra and now destroyed. I’d seen the news of what happened on the Triskelion,” gasping softly as realization hits you. “Steve where you on there when the helicarriers crashed?”

Looking closely, through faded now with time and the super serum in his body, you could still make out the bruises on his face. Focusing so hard till he spoke, “Yes, Sam Wilson, who you met the last time you’d came to DC, and I had to take out the carriers.”

“You’re holding something back Steven Rogers. Out with it,” demanding tone to your voice as your eyes lock once more. You didn’t want him to hold anything back from you.

“You remember me telling you about Bucky Barnes?”

“Of course he was your best friend in Brooklyn,” rubbing your thumbs over the veins on the top of his hands. “What does Bucky have to do with this?”

Watching his Adams apple bob while gathering his thoughts, “He’s alive Y/N.”

“What?”

Nodding slowly, pulling his hands from yours, as the simplest touch had become distracting for him. “Seems when he fell, he survived,” standing, starting to pace the short expanse. “Hydra found him, tortured, brainwashed him, turned Bucky into a killing machine to do their dirty work. He doesn’t remember me at least I don’t think he does.”

Watching his footsteps, the way he’s clinching his fists, jaw tense, “Steve,” when he doesn’t stop nor look up at you. You get up, putting yourself in his path way making him stop. Reaching up to brush against his cheek, “It wasn’t your fault Steve.”

Your soft words shatter his resistance and once again he’s in your arms, “I could’ve done something different, went to go look for him, put a stop to Schmidt sooner,” pulling away as if your touch, the comfort you’re giving him, burns like a lighted match against his skin. “I could’ve saved Bucky the pain and torture from all those years, if I just hadn’t asked him to join with me.”

Hands on hips you send Steve a glare that doesn’t do much since the man in question isn’t even looking at you. “Steve stop your gonna wear a hole in my floor,” this manages to get him to stop and look at you again. “What happened wasn’t your fault. You no more could’ve stopped Bucky from joining you then you can Sam or me for that matter. It was his choice to fight alongside you, no one put a gun to his head and made him march out there.”

“I never should’ve asked.”

Remembering the stories Steve told you about Bucky, how he’s always looked after him, you knew without having met the man in question, that Bucky Barnes would’ve always been there to protect his best friend. “You didn’t have to ask Steve,” you began stepping back in front of him, hands this time going to his broad shoulders. “I have a feeling Bucky would’ve followed you into hell and back with no questions asked. Not because he had to, but he wanted to.”

Seeing the resolution in your eyes, the honesty with which you spoke, Steve felt your words hit home and rest in his heart. “I have to find him Y/N, bring him home at least what’s left of him.”

Nodding, chewing your cheek, “Just don’t get killed Rogers, Granddad expects to see you in a few weeks.”

Seeing the tears shimmer in your eyes, Steve’s at a loss for words. He wanted you to say that you expected to see him not just your granddad. He wanted to know if you felt the same, as his heart beats faster in his chest wondering but would never say. Because he’s not this great Casanova, but with you it didn’t seem like he trips over his words as much. “Can’t the Avenger’s would be lost without me,” he tries to smile cupping the side of your face in one large callused palm. “You’ll be here? Visit Peggy?”

Of course it always went back to Peggy, “Always, I’ll book a ticket to DC in a few weeks to go see them both,” pushing the lump down wishing he felt the same way about you that he did about Peggy. “Be safe Rogers.”

“Always Y/N,” gathering you close in a tight embrace, he knows he can’t say what he’s thinking, not now, maybe not ever. He’s lost one to many already and he’ll be demanded if you’ll be counted among those. Therefore he bites his tongue, savoring the feel of your soft body in his arms one last time before pulling back. “I’ll see you soon.”

One nod, his lips on your forehead, warm, slightly chapped and lingering. Steve takes that moment, filing it in his memory, then pulls away without looking back at you. His mission, to find Bucky and bring him home, the foremost in his mind, no matter what his heart keeps telling him.

 Part 4