#every single one of my dresses is apparently ‘too short’ or ‘shows too much cleavage’

[fingertipsmp3]

Does anyone else’s mom seemingly want them to dress like a Mormon child bride or is it just mine

[mymegumi]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ love thy neighbor(‘s dad)

feat. fushiguro toji

word count. 3,5k

contents. age gap (approx. 15-20yrs), fucked-my-best-friend’s-dad trope, afab!reader, college age!reader, toji has not-so-innocent thots abt his son’s best friend, dub con (toji has a few beers), protected sex (no more fushiguros campaign fr), pet names (sweet, sweet thing, baby, honey), masturbation mention, lowkey perv!toji, mixed perspectives, size difference/kink (toji is bigger + likes it)

summary. when you come home for a quick break, you begin to put your plan into motion. said plan?—sleep with your neighbor’s dad.

toji wasn’t really looking forward to megumi coming home, which seems like a really shitty thing to say considering that’s his kid and he’s been gone for at least three months. however, in his defense, he had enjoyed the peace and quiet of living on his own, especially after he and tamiko had divorced over the summer.

he loved his ex-wife, but he wasn’t in love with her. not in the way married people were supposed to be. the sex had been mediocre, but then again, she hadn’t ever exuded sex appeal. not to speak ill of his ex-wife, but she had just been very plain.

unlike the girl megumi had introduced as his best friend after coming home for the first break of college.

now, that girl. that girl had exuded sex.

in every sense of the word, toji knew that girl knew how to fuck. her skirts were short, and he thought he caught a glimpse of bright pink panties. all of her shirts were tight around her waist and breasts, and the sight of her cleavage in every single shirt she wore made him tight in his pants.

he wanted to bend her over the countertops of his kitchen, watch her hands scratch and claw at the countertops as he fucked her from behind. wanted to slap her ass, leave red marks that ached and stung for days after he’d fuck her. god, the things he dreamed about doing to that pussy. he felt like a dirty old man, thinking so lecherously about someone obviously at least twenty years his junior, but he swore sometimes he caught her sending him flirtatious glances.

you were just too sexy for your own good.

and apparently, much to toji’s apprehensive anxiety, you were next door neighbors with the fushiguro men. toji wasn’t exactly friendly, and so he’d never bothered to greet or exchange pleasantries with his neighbors before. megumi had expressed to him that he and you had been surprised to figure out that you lived next door to each other.

toji wasn’t sure how he missed such a hot neighbor, but he’s beyond it now.

you frequented his home, unfortunately, and you always wore shirts that made your nipples peek through. granted, toji kept the air conditioning a touch too cool. if he didn’t know any better, the short skirts and crop tops and brief flashes of hot red panties were directed at and meant for his son—someone more age appropriate for you.

but he knew better.

you’d slide too close to him in the kitchen when you wanted a drink. you leaned over the counter to show off your tits whenever you helped megumi with his homework, toji opposite the both of you. you even asked toji to help zip your dress up, one time when you and megumi had gone on a day trip to kyoto. your skin was smooth, and toji’s finger might have skimmed across your bare back. your skin was hot and he saw your neck flush red from his touch.

he fucked his fist in the shower when the two of you left.

and one night, when he’d been a bit tipsy after a few (dozen) beers, he’d tumbled into bed. he closed his eyes one minute and was dreaming about driving a sports car, and then he’d fluttered his eyes open.

he thought he was dreaming.

you were straddled on his lap, a short cropped tank top sliding up your waist with a single spaghetti strap falling down your shoulder. the only thing separating your pussy from baring down on the grey sweatpants he wore to sleep was the thin slip of panties you were wearing. you ground your hips from side to side and toji moaned, he was already hard—no surprise there. he balled his fists into the sheets and let his eyes wander as he bucked his hips up into yours.

he saw how perky your nipples were, and when he reached out to touch them, to thumb over them with calloused hands, he was expecting to wake up—because he always woke up before he could touch you back.

“oh shit.” he muttered, eyes widening marginally when he realized that you were real and tangible. “fuck, what’re you doing, sweet thing?”

he shouldn’t have allowed you to press your breasts into his hands harder, shouldn’t have squeezed them just to watch the way you moaned and bit your lip, and definitely shouldn’t have ground his hips into yours again. it was just so good—the feeling of your warm pussy on his cock. oh, god. he hadn’t gotten laid in so long and just the idea that you had wanted him even a fraction of how he wanted you made his cock strain against you.

“‘m not doing anything.” you murmured, hands trailing up his forearms and fingers ghosting over the backs of his hands before interlacing your fingers together. the vision of your hands overtop his hands on your breasts made a sigh leave his lips—you were too damn sexy.

you leaned down, eyes clouded with lust and desire and it took all of the brainpower that was left in his little lust-ridden brain to close his eyes before you were slotting your mouth over his.

oh, you were warm.

your lips were moist and you were wearing some sort of strawberry chapstick. he licked his tongue along your bottom lip to get a better taste and you sighed softly into his mouth, hands untangling from his to clench at the pillow. you opened your mouth, allowing both of your tongues to mix and toji wanted to memorize the taste of you.

“so sweet.” he mumbled against your lips, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist, fingers dancing against the bare midriff you had been sporting.

he was confused, sure. confused about why tonight of all nights, and why you had suddenly wandered into his bed while his son slept on the opposite side of the house. was he a bit miffed at the idea of sleeping with his son’s best friend? yes. was he also so desperate to bury his cock in your pussy that he would think about the consequences of his actions after he’d come in you at least twice? also yes.

he might have been confused, but in actuality, you had masterminded this whole plan.

you were tired, of the flitting glances and the suggestive clothing and the mere thought of going another week with out toji fushiguro’s cock in you was too much. so, you’d come over to ‘hang out’ with megumi, on a night that you knew he wasn’t going to be home because he was stuck at the college. you begged him to drink with you ‘cause no one was home from college except you and you were so lonely. he’d agreed, obviously, and from there, it was just a matter of making sure you drank less than he did.

a greater person might have worried about the age gap, or if this was even morally correct since he was midly tipsy, but you thought he was hot and you knew he thought you were, too. he wasn’t subtle, staring at your tits whenever you wore anything even remotely showing your cleavage, and you wanted him. so badly.

his bulge pressed against your pussy and you let your hips move, the pressure of it hitting against your clit to send sparks of pleasure up your spine. your panties were soaked, probably leaving a dark grey wet spot on his sweats, but his tongue in your mouth was erasing all of your worries.

“do you-” you pulled back a little to whisper, but he latched his mouth to the swell of your breast, sucking harshly and eliciting a moan that cut your sentence off. “oh, fuck. do you have a condom?”

his hand flew from where he had been kneading your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to try to release some of—any of—the sexual frustration he was feeling. the feeling of his hand bashing into the nightstand didn’t deter him from ripping open the drawer and shuffling his hand around blindly. his eyes were closed, focused on sucking a dark red hickey onto your tit and had to use just his touch to try and find a foil wrapper. his fingers closed around it right as you tried to get yourself off by rubbing hungrily against his cock.

he wrapped the arm that had the condom around your waist and quickly flipped the both of you over, taking over the dominant position you’d taken straddling him. while you had wanted to ride him into the early morning lights, your complaints left your tongue at the sight of toji over you. he was leaned back on his heels and was shoving his sweatpants down, hard cock swinging out of his sweats and gently hitting his abs. his tip was red, swollen and leaking, and if he hadn’t been stroking himself, you’d have wrapped your own hands around his shaft.

looking down at you, he ripped the top of the condom off with his teeth, and watched the way your chest rose and fell beneath him. your hair was spread out on the pillow and your cheeks were rosy. the crop top was basically rucked around now, the hem of it pushed below your breasts and your panties bunched tightly and sopping wet. rolling the condom onto himself with one hand, he dipped down to press a wet, sloppy kiss to your mouth.

now, toji wasn’t an old guy, by any stretch.

he was fit, going to the gym regularly and making sure he wasn’t out of shape, and he ate relatively well considering he was a single guy on his own. you’d watched him take runs in the neighborhood before, sweating and shirtless and heaving and you’d touch yourself just to the image of it. you weren’t worried by any means about his stamina—you knew toji would be able to tire you out and then some.

“are you sure?” he tried to be cordial, but truthfully, even if you said no, he’d fuck his fist just to get off right now. he’s asking if you’re sure you want to fuck an old guy like him, and yet, he’s letting his fingers slide your panties to the side, cock lining up to press into your cunt.

nodding your head fervently, you grabbed his shoulders and tried pulling him closer. “please, please, i need you to fuck me. i need your cock in me right now, i’m going to lose my mind if you don’t put your dick in me—”

he let you ramble, but his mind was so foggy that his hips are moving before he knew it and your sentence was forcefully cut off with a sharp outtake.

“oh my— oh my fucking god!”

your pussy was heaven.

you were soft, warm, aching, tight, and just squeezing him in all the places he needed. his cock was sizeably larger than anything you’d ever taken before and just the slow push of him entering you was enough to make you moan wantonly, the mixture of pain and pleasure shutting your filter off. it was a slow push, and toji could feel you resisting his cock with every stutter and every squirm of your body, but eventually, he bottomed out in you.

“baby, you’re so tight.” his words were breathless, reverent almost, and he felt the way his words made you clench around his length. “if you want me to fuck you good, you’re gonna need to relax. can you do that?”

there were tears springing to your eyes—apparently he was much larger than anything you were used to. you nodded your head, letting the tears fall off your face as you pressed your fingers into his bare shoulders. his smile was wolf-like, almost predatory, and you felt as if even if you had said you couldn’t take it, he would’ve made you used to it.

“‘m gonna fuck you now.” he muttered, hips already tilting backwards before he’d heard an utterance of confirmation.

pulling his dick out of your pussy was agony enough, but it was the fact that you had whimpers on your mouth just begging for him to put it back in that was embarrassing enough. you were acting as if you had never been fucked before and needed to experience it for the first time again. “i need you in me, please, fuck me toji!”

he grunted, fingers curling into the linens on his bed as he started building speed with his thrusts. every time he felt his hips smack against yours, there was a sharp intake of breath from him. he wasn’t a moaner, didn’t usually like to whimper or even make noise during sex, but the feeling of your pussy was pulling soft noises of need out of him.

“nng,” he tried to clench his teeth together, trying to hold himself back but he couldn’t help himself—you just felt too fucking good.

“h-holy—!” you could barely keep a grip on his shoulders, they were just so much wider than your hands could feasibly hold onto and he was just pushing his cock inside of you so hard. he was practically just shoving you up the bed with his dick at this rate. “oh, oh shit, toji! you’re so—so much bigger than i imagined.”

and just when he thought his dick couldn’t get any bigger.

the space of his bedroom was practically void. so every slap of skin, every breathless moan and whine and whimper leaving your lips was fuel for his tank. his abdomen was tight with desire and he knew if he just focused really hard on that little coil inside of him, he could come within seconds. but he wanted to fuck you for hours, wanted to watch you come undone and unfold before him.

your mouth was open, small little ‘ah, ah, ah’s leaving your lips with every snap of his hips, and toji saw you trying to close your mouth, hand covering and muffling the sounds leaving as if you were embarrassed about them.

roughly, and without breaking his pace, he grabbed the wrist of the hand covering your mouth and pinned it to the bed. “tryna cover up those pretty moans, baby? didn’t tell you you could do that, did i?”

the way your eyes shot to his, wide and doe-eyed, as if caught doing something bad, was enough to send a zing of pleasure to his cock again—something he was rapidly getting used to with you.

flexing your hand against his holding your wrist, you realized that toji was big. he was at least almost double your size and could easily pin you to his bed and keep you there for however long he wanted, and the thought of him keeping you in his bed just to fuck as he pleased was sending shivers down your spine. the sight of his skin, worn through the ages and calloused beyond belief from his various hobbies, and yours against each other was just the contrast of older and younger that reminded you of your age gap. he was older, but god, he fucked you better than anyone your age ever had before.

“not gonna be quiet now, are you?” he dipped down, forehead pressing against yours with a sharp look in his eyes as he slowed his pace down, but put more power behind each thrust. “poor honey, gets scolded once and clams up. you’re such a little pushover.”

“fuck you.” you muttered, wrapping your legs around his back now fully. locking your ankles with each other, you shortened the amount he could pull back and the toothy, predatory grin he gave you sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. “talk so much.”

“good pussy makes me chatty.”

it took all the willpower in your body not to slap him in the face and leave. he’s supremely lucky his dick was good and you didn’t just up and leave the room. “shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

normally, he’d say something clever to try and get the last word, but somehow, even through the condom, he can feel the light flutterings of your orgasm. he can sense the way your body tenses, the way your muscles spasm underneath every touch of your waist and can see your eyes start to roll to the headboard—no way in hell is he missing you orgasm on his cock for the first time.

furrowing his brows, he concentrated on keeping a steady pace, hands wrapped firmly around your waist to keep leverage and relishing in each moan, whimper, and groan escaping you. the sounds bouncing off of the walls were music to his ears—his own personal symphony.

“oh, oh god!” you were beginning to leave little crescent shaped indents on his shoulders, and you were almost concerned they would scar there, “i-i’m gonna come! t-toji, please, please, let me come!”

the sound of you begging for it, for permission to come, was like a drug and he groaned loudly, lowering his head until it rested on the pillow behind your head, your bodies and sweat mingling. he could feel the small little crop top you had worn, now bunched and sweaty, against his chest, could feel you breathing harshly and moaning with every exhale, unable to control yourself.

his pace became brutal, and before you knew what was happening, little white stars behind your eyes began to bloom. every second he brought you closer to the edge, and when you finally tumbled off headfirst, your moans and whimpers and wails echoed off the walls—bouncing around the room and ricocheting into the other rooms of the house. you thanked your lucky stars megumi wasn’t home, because there was no way you could’ve been quiet during that orgasm.

but he didn’t stop—he hadn’t come yet.

he was fucking your own come back into yourself, and you were practically scraping along his shoulders and his back, trying to get a grip on what was real and what was imagined through your orgasm. it was hitting you hard, harder than any orgasm a boy your age could have made it hit—and that’s who you’d been fucking before toji, boys. boys who didn’t know where the clit was, boys who couldn’t make you cum from fucking you, and boys that didn’t have massive cocks and smiled that made your pussy wet at the sight of them.

furrowing his brows, toji watched you squirm underneath him, relishing in the sheer size difference between the two of you, the inklings of his orgasm swirling in his pelvis as he continued fucking you. your own climax had made your pussy so wet that his cock was just sliding in and out of you, he didn’t even need to think too hard and he was pounding your insides.

“oh,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you pulled toji towards you, mouthing wet kisses onto his chest, “need you to come in me.”

toji felt his cock twitch.

“poor baby needs my come?” he punctuated his words with slow, hard thrusts.

you nodded feverishly, tears springing in your eyes again now that you were cresting down from your orgasm’s high. his cock was stretching you wide, and each plunge of his cock in your cunt was painfully slow.

toji wanted to come so bad. hadn’t come in another warm body in years, it felt like, and he furrowed his brows, concentrating on the small swirl in his pelvis as he kept up his thrusts. each one was bringing him closer to the edge and his mouth was letting spill profanities and moans that he’d never heard himself say during sex before.

finally, with one stuttering thrust, toji came in you. well, the condom.

“holy fuck.” he muttered, letting his body weight fall down, mostly braced by his forearms but somewhat still on your body. he could feel your hands coming up, wrapping around his waist and rubbing soothing lines up and down his back. “felt so good.”

he wasn’t one for post-coitus cuddling, but there was something about your warmth, the way you were rubbing your hands on his back and the quiet peacefulness of the night that he didn’t mind it as much. truthfully, he could feel his eyes drooping, and so, to prevent the embarrassment of falling asleep inside of you with a condom on, he mustered his strength and flopped backwards onto the bed.

“so fucking good.” your chest was heaving, and you pried your top off of your body, flinging it across the room as you turned to press yourself against toji. he was just pulling the condom off and tying it off, flinging it into a small trashcan near the bed, when he turned.

he opened one his arms, inviting you in to press your head against his chest. he was looking at you with guarded, though drooping, eyes and made a gesture with his head that made you curl into him. he smiled when he let his head hit the pillow, and before either of you knew it, you’d both fallen asleep under his sheets.

[mitsukui]

flower petals | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader.

Summary:  his eyes absolutely adore how flower petals look spread on your skin.

Word Count: 1,8k.

Warnings: smut! Fred being possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), marking, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, cum play.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HEAD VERY FULL, MANY THOUGHTS. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

“Well, just look at you.” Your voice came out as a seductive purr, but he did not bother to land his chocolatey brown eyes on you. He was too absorbed in getting his tie knot done, his lean body resting on the edge of the bed that was covered by white and fluffy bedclothes.

The sight of a cascade of his flaming-red hair falling down his neck and almost reaching his shoulders was enough to drive you crazy. Because of a previous request of yours, his hair was once again long and, if such a thing was remotely possible, you were even more enamored with him. His white button-up shirt and dark navy trousers were not of much help either, owing to the slim fit of his formal clothes.

Fred Weasley looked undoubtedly delicious.

With your body leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, where you spent most of your days and nights at, you allowed yourself to secretly devote a piercing stare to him. Your eyes could spend hours like that, devouring every single little detail of him. All of him was simply breathtaking to you: his thin lips, his prominent nose, his freckle splattered skin, his skilled hands – oh, Godric. You loved his hands.

They felt heavenly while roaming around your undressed body, or while pulling your hair back, forcing you to look at or be closer to him during sex. Flashes of your intimate moments came to life in your mind, and you had to bite down on your lower lip. An annoyed groan left his lips, and you snapped back to reality.

“Never mind. Who needs to wear a fucking tie, anyway?” He stood up and finally faced his reflection in the mirror. His fingers unbuttoned the very first two buttons on his shirt and more of his milky skin peeked out. If you had more time, you would surely take him right then and there. You were, however, significantly late to George’s engagement party, therefore there was no time to waste.

You made yourself seen as your high heels clacked on the wooden floor of the flat he shared with his twin brother. Your beautiful body was hugged by a black satin dress, which only accentuated even more your inviting curves. Most of your thighs had been left uncovered, and the freedom of your skin repeated itself on your cleavage.

Your body was positioned behind his, and both of you smirked at each other. You were just about to compliment him again, but he was faster than you.

Before you could even realize what he was doing, he turned around, towering over you. His fingers reached out for your hips that were soon captured by his possessive touch. A short gasp was the only sound you were able to produce then, once his lips attacked your right collarbone, and made your breath hitch in your throat.

Licking your skin lustfully, he traveled up to your neck. His teeth nibbled on the soft skin, while his tongue eased all the tiny, purple bruises he was leaving behind. Your hands tugged on his hair, and a chain of shaky moans left your lips.

“There, that’s better.” He finally let go of your neck, but not of your hips. Your eyes moved to the mirror desperately, only to confirm your worst nightmare had come to life: Fred had sucked a group of small hickeys onto your neck. “You look stunning tonight, darling. Since we’re going to a big party, I needed to make sure it was clear who your owner is.”

After that, he did not even give you time to put on some concealer on the hickeys or to get angry at him. Still holding onto your hips, he disapparated from the flat.

The party seemed to drag on for more than what you considered pleasant. You tried your best to cover your recent love bites by using your hair and, apparently, it worked. Not one single soul said anything about it, but you knew he knew about them. And, perhaps, that was why he could not take his eyes off of you.

Even when you were apart, engaged with different conversations or activities, you could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin, undressing you, imagining himself slamming his hips into your tight cunt. He had fucked you so many times before, and he had been quite rough a few times; yet, your cunt still remained as tight as ever, and your juices still dripped from it over the smallest of his actions.

Around 1AM, you and Fred returned to the flat at last. Luckily enough, you had the place all to yourselves; George was staying with his fiancé and her family. Fred had never been more grateful towards his brother’s unconscious acts, because his plans for the night included fucking your brains out.

Once more, he held you in his arms as your surroundings changed. The nauseous feelings that crept in the pitch of your stomach were soon replaced by the feeling of his lips crashing against yours. He showed no mercy in his kiss, nor in the way did he remove your dress from your body.

The weak moonlight cast a provocative glow on your skin as he analyzed the matching set of lingerie you had on: a see-through lace bra and a lace v-front thong, both in black. His eyes gained a deeper shade of brown, and his bulge ached in his tight trousers.

“I see someone had high expectations for the after party.”

In no time, he sat down on the edge of the bed, exactly like he had done earlier that evening, and had you bent over his knees. With filthy words leaving his mouth, he hit your skin repeatedly and made sure you were completely aware of the fact that you were his. Your thong was now soaked with your arousal and your skin burned in the most luscious way. Your eyes produced little white stars from pleasure right in front of you, but you still craved for so much more. And so did he.

“Let me take a good look at you.” Feeling as if your legs had turned into a gelatinous mess, you stood up with his help.

He first analyzed your neck, where the purplish bruises still existed so exquisitely. They looked ethereal, almost as if your skin had been carrying tiny flower petals all this time. And you looked painfully captivating then, standing so submissively in front of him, with a single tear streak on your left cheek.

Regardless of how turned on he was by the love bites on your skin, something else caught his attention.

Your back profile reflected in the large and tall mirror attached to the wall, and the mark of his hand lashed against your skin was clearly visible. Fred had never really thought much of it, especially because it was something you had insisted on buying. At that night, however, that mirror was his favorite thing in the flat.

All of your and his clothes were dismissed eventually. You felt your walls clenching around nothingness as his cock sprung free from his underwear. The fact that he would stretch you out in an instant almost sent you to heaven.

He guided you towards the mirror with strong and dominating hands, stopping only when you were a few inches away from the reflecting surface. Under his command, you bent forward a bit, your nipples touching the cold object and causing you to squirm away.

“Be a good girl now, and let me watch you come undone while I fuck you.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you complied with his demands. This time, however, he did not bend your torso so only your nipples would touch the mirror. Your cheek had become one with the object, protesting whines echoing in the bedroom as he entered you slowly.

Your hot breath fogged the mirror a bit and his pace turned into a steady one. He was thrusting deeply into you, whispering how well your cunt always took him, and you were moaning sinfully. You begged him to move faster; even so he did not do as he was asked. He wanted to tease you, to make you suffer, like you had done to him with that dress of yours.

When you exclaimed you were close to your orgasm, one of his hands left your hips and went straight up to your hair. He tangled his fingers with your locks and violently pulled them, bringing your back to his chest.

He continued stretching you out until your legs trembled furiously, threatening to bring you down to the floor, and you cried out his name in sheer pleasure. But much to your surprise, he did not finish inside you, like he used to.

Fred pulled out only in time to step closer to the mirror, stroke his cock a few more times, and release his seed on the mirror.

You watched the scene as you came back from your high, but you could swear your cunt got even wetter. The way he threw his head back, the way he moaned loudly, the way his chest rose up and then fell back down again – everything he did was so incredibly hot.

“L-Lick the mirror clean.” His body trembled as he gathered all of his inner strength to speak to you. “I want to see you licking my cum off the mirror.”

Now that was something new. The novel request made you blink in surprise at him, unsure if he was really asking you to do that. It had never happened before, but it was surely burningly rousing.

He once more tugged on your hair, but he was much gentler this time. With one hand, he stroked his semi-hard cock and, with another, he pushed you towards the mirror.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did, and he grunted. Kneeling down on the floor, you finally allowed your tongue to touch the mirror. You felt tremendously nasty, but you also enjoyed it tremendously.

Your eyes moved up to his own as you gave the mirror the first short lick, a small amount of his yet warm release hitting your velvety taste buds, and your body recognizing his sweet flavor. Thanks Merlin for the insane quantity of pineapple he consumed; that prick knew exactly what he was doing.

The strokes on his cock increased as he was hard again, and as you continued on licking his cum while looking at him.

When you finished, you smiled shyly at him through the mirror. You were unsure whether you had done a good job on what he asked you to do or not, but you secretly felt good.

Quickly returning to his caring self, he helped you stand up and used his slim fingers to clean any leftovers that still remained on your chin and lips. He asked you if you were alright, if he had hurt you somehow, if you needed anything, but when you shook your head negatively, he bumped his nose against yours.

“You are seriously out of this world. Thank you for being mine.”

[sweetwritertanya]

Happy Valentine’s Day (Jungkook)

Summary: You thought this Valentine’s Day would be the last one with your boyfriend Jungkook, who had been distant the past month. However, as it turns out, it’s quite the opposite.

Warnings: SMUT! With a surprising amount of angst at the beginning that I didn’t really plan, I wanted to keep things fluffy and smutty, but somehow it turned out like this. Anyway, be aware of: erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (yet again, is anyone surprised), against wall sex.

Word Count: 3934

Since the beginning of the year, your worst fear had been coming true. Somehow you always suspected this would happen, that was how little confidence you had in this relationship. In yourself, really. The fact that you got to date Jungkook at all was just some cosmic mistake, surely.

He was just too good to be true. Not only was he the most handsome man you had the opportunity to lay your eyes on, with big brown eyes, a perfect button nose, kissable lips, strong jawline and a fit body to envy, but he was exceptionally caring and loving at the same time. All wrapped up in a shy but eager package of a man.

What he saw in you, you had no idea. You were beyond curvy, you had fat rolls down your sides, squishy arms, a soft jawline, large stomach and wiggling thighs. Not everyone always cared for a body like yours, something you knew since a long time. And you were certain that you were just not what Jungkook was looking for in a girlfriend. Until he asked you out.

For almost a year now, it felt like you had been living a dream. With fun dates, shaky hands holding yours in his, blushing cheeks and shy kisses. Tickles and laughing under the sheets. You honestly started to believe he actually loved you. And you had long fallen deep for him.

But since the first days of January, Jungkook had gone distant. He would spend most of his free time away from you, mostly on the gym. Whenever you asked him to come by your apartment and stay over like he usually did, he would find some excuse to not show up or leave early. Like he didn’t want to be there anymore.

So, when Valentine’s Day arrived, you didn’t even bother to ask him about it. In your mind, you were counting the days until he came by to break up with you. It made your stomach turn awfully and heart ache to even think about it.

You were watching some soppy romantic comedy on the TV, feeling worse about yourself as the beautiful main lead got the man of her dreams and her happy ending, when there was a knock on your door. You frowned, not expecting any one and checking on your phone that no one called to tell you they were coming.

“Who is it?” you asked from behind the close door.

“It’s me, Y/N” you recognized Jungkook’s voice.

You heart dropped. He wouldn’t be so cold hearted to break up on Valentine’s Day, right? You shook your head and brushed away such a thought from your mind. He was too much of a sweet person for that.

“Kook, what are you…” You lost your train of thought when you opened the door and saw him.

It felt like so long since you last saw him. He was wearing a black suit, with straight pants down to his shiny black shoes and a fitted blazer over the black turtle neck he had underneath. The silver buttons stood out against the dark outfit and matched his rings and piercings on his ears. Hair straightened and voluminous around his sculptured face.

He was holding a single red rose on his hands, enclosed in a clear wrapping paper with small baby-breaths around it. Coughing shyly, he held it with both hands towards you, a small smile on his pink lips.

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby” he wished.

A bit taken back, truly not expecting anything from him, you took it silently from his hands, unsure of what to do. Jungkook placed his hands on his pockets, fidgeting a bit in his place, apparently a bit nervous.

“Hum, can… Can I come in for a second?” he shyly asks, taking you out of your trance.

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

You allow him in and close the door behind him, going to the kitchen next and finding a glass to fill with water and place the rose inside.

“So, I wanna take you somewhere with me today” he shared, leaning against the kitchen table.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me, I would have gotten ready beforehand!” you reproach, being clothed in some old leggings and a stained hoodie.

“We have all the time in the world if you want to go and change. Can I wait for you in here?”

“Of course. Okay, give me a few minutes. Is it somewhere very fancy?” you ask, already going towards your bedroom door.

“No, not at all. Dress however you like” he told you, crossing his arms and sitting on a chair at the kitchen table.

Somehow you doubted that, when he was so well dressed himself. Sighing, you got in your bedroom and thanked your past self for taking a shower earlier in the day, meaning you only had to style your hair a bit, since it was properly washed.

You stared at your wardrobe for a few minutes before deciding that, if this was your only Valentine’s Day with Jungkook, you wanted to look your best and make it memorable. So you picked out a royal blue dress you had never worn, with a deep sweetheart neckline and cold shoulder short sleeves, a thin sparkling belt at the smallest part of your waist and a skirt that fell to your knees in a straight line, your wide hips making it curvier. A bit of makeup, curled hair and a long coat on top, you got out of your bedroom with your nude heels already on.

Jungkook looked up from his phone to regard you when he heard the door open and choked. You looked absolutely exquisite, your voluptuous form filling out your dress amazingly, curvaceous legs on display for him to see and resist the temptation to brush his hands up the soft skin. When you bent down to pick your purse, his eyes were drawn to the deep cleavage and he marveled at the roundness of your breasts, hands itching.

“Ready. Should we go?” You innocently ask, completely unaware of the effect you had on the boy. He cleared his throat, looking away from your eyes in embarrassment, and got up from the chair he was still seating on.

“Y-Yeah, it’s a short drive” he informed, meeting you at the door of your apartment.

While in the car, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how silent you were while he drove. Although you had your quiet moments, you were usually more conversational than this and it had him worried.

“Is… Is everything alright, Y/N?” he hesitantly asked.

You pressed your lips together nervously, playing with your fingers on your lap as you tried to decide if it was a good idea to get into it while on the car. You honestly just wanted to ignore everything that made you sad about his recent behavior, but you knew you could never have a good time by pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think you would show up today, that’s all” you confessed, eyes kept on your hands. “You haven’t been very present lately.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, not quite ready to tell you why yet.

“Yeah, sorry about that. But I’ve been very busy. And I’ve been working out a lot at the gym.” It was the truth, although not the complete truth he wished he could tell you right then and there. But he had to be patient and await the right moment.

You breathed in shakily, feeling extremely uncomfortable with tears pooling on your eyes.

“Are… Are you going to break up with me, Jungkook?”

The wheels of the car screeched and the car behind yours beeped as Jungkook almost let the car break down. His heart was hammering against his chest and panic was getting in the way of his breathing. Thankfully he was almost at his destination.

“W-What? Why d-do you think that?!” He questions in stammers, brown eyes as large as saucers, trying to focus on the road.

“Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, I’m sorry” you immediately apologize, beating yourself up for voicing your concerns like this.

Jungkook pulls up and parks the car at the edge of the road, taking his seatbelt and turning to you with a fearful expression. You couldn’t quite look him in the eyes.

“I don’t wanna break up! Far from it!” he stated with determination and a bit of panic behind his words.

“Then… then why have you been so distant? For the last month, you have barely come to see me, I thought you grew tired of me and wanted to break up” you finally voice your fears, looking at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“That…! I was…! Damn it” he stumbled with his own words, banging his fist on the car wheel when he couldn’t get the right words out. “Just come with me and I’ll explain everything.”

He got out of the car in a hurry, running to your side of the vehicle and helping you stand up. You noticed how the hand he intertwined with yours seemed to be shaking a bit. He pulled you to the other side of the road and you frowned in confusion when he guided you through the front yard of a two story house, stopping at the main door.

Turning towards you and taking a deep breath, he pulled something from his pocket and looked at you. For the first time, you noticed how red his eyes seemed to be as well, making your heart clench in pain at the thought of hurting him.

“The main reason I was so busy was because of this.” He showed you a key he had in his hand and, with it, opened the door for the house you were in. “I bought a house.”

You gasped.

“You got a house?” You were astonished. He never talked about wanting to move.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking at a bunch of houses with the help of my hyungs” he shared, leaving the door open and turning back to you. “That’s why I’ve been so busy after work. And it is true I’ve been to the gym a lot. Mainly, because I really wanted to do this.”

Suddenly, Jungkook leaned down and, with an arm on your back and the other at the back of your knees, lifted you up in his arms bridal style, much to your disbelief.

“Wha-! Jungkook, I’m heavy, put me down!” you yelled at him. He had never picked you up like this before, just maybe momentarily every once in a while.

He ignored you and, with you in his arms, carried you inside the house and closed the door with his foot. You would have paid more attention to the house itself if you weren’t still amazed at how easily he was holding you up.

“I’ve been working out so I could do this. I wanted to carry you like this throughout the whole house” he explained, twirling you both around and making you giggle as you cleaned the water at the corner of your eyes.

“You’ve been going to the gym so you can pick me up?” you repeat, still in disbelief.

“I could already pick you up. You’re not as heavy as you seem to think, Y/N. But I wanted to build up my strength so I don’t get tired as easily” he corrected, smiling shyly with tainted cheeks.

“Kook, you idiot… I thought you didn’t care for me anymore! I thought you were about to leave me!” you complained, tears coming back.

Jungkook put you down just so he could cradle your face close to his and clean your tears away, speaking softly with you as he did so.

“Far from it, so far from it, baby. I… Damn it, this is not how intended to ask this but… Y/N, will you move in with me? Live with me here, Y/N.”

Your bottom jaw falls in disbelief at his words, completely taken back and unable to understand what he just asked you. The tears he had cleaned up were suddenly replaced by a whole bunch of others, much to his concern.

“Y-Y/N? Wait, I’m sorry, if… if you don’t want to, it’s okay. I-It was a dumb idea, I’m s-” he was panicking at your tears.

“Yes” you interrupted him, a smile spreading on your lips as you looked up into his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll move in with you, Kook. I love you.”

Chuckling out of pure relief and happiness, all the sadness of the last month completely fading away at his explanation, you stand on your tippy toes and join your lips together with his. You felt him sigh in relief under your lips and a smile forming as the mouths move together in sync with each other, your arms surrounding his neck and his arms around your plushy waist. Jungkook tentatively skimmed his tongue across your lower lip and you opened your mouth to allow him access.

The kiss deepened and tongues slipped against each other, skin growing warmer and air becoming thicker around you two. Your mouths only separated when you gasped in surprise as Jungkook descended his arms from your waist to bellow your ample ass cheeks and pulled you up, your heavy legs automatically wrapping around his waist in the process.

“Jungkook! What are you doing?” you asked as he started moving with you straddling his waist, his mouth clinging to your neck.

“Taking you to the bedroom” he simply said against your skin.

You blushed at the same time you smiled, heart beating fondly against your ribcage.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, I can walk there” you stated.

“This is what I’ve been working for, let me have this” he asked of you, licking your earlobe to make you stop talking, knowing how sensitive it was.

“Ahh… You’re so stubborn.”

“No, I’m determined. I really enjoy having you in my arms like this, baby.”

Claiming your mouth so you wouldn’t talk back, Jungkook took you up the stairs, stopping every other step to push you to the wall and kiss you heavily, impatience starting to bubble up from the way your hands had already found themselves beneath his blazer and turtle neck, scratching at the skin of his muscular back and teasing the skin under the hem of his trousers.

Thankfully, the house was already fully furnished and there was a bed made for Jungkook to lay you in, moving away from your luscious body in order to get rid of his clothes. Your coat had already been left downstairs, all you had on was your dress.

You sat up in bed to watch your boyfriend strip, breath getting caught in your throat at every inch of him. He was so beautiful, his muscles even more defined after so much time at the gym, skin so radiant and smooth. You had no idea what you did to deserve him.

Coming back to kneel on the bed beside you clad in only his boxers, Jungkook held the back of your neck with one hand as he kisses your lips deeply again, the other hand finding the zipper of the dress and pulling it down. He had you on your back as he undressed your top, kisses following the skin his hands uncovered. His mouth pecked at your round shoulders, down your neck, to the dip between your breasts left in a black bra, down your pudgy stomach.

He started pulling at the skirt of the dress and you lifted your hips so he could take the dress all the way off, leaving you in your underwear.

You watched as Jungkook took you in head to toe, trembling a bit before returning your gaze.

“You look so good, Y/N. Can I have you like this every day? Can I wake up with you beside me all my mornings and kiss your pretty skin like this?” he asked with lust blown eyes and red cheeks, hovering above you in his forearms, hands brushing the skin of your face.

You held his face in between your hands, eyes looking between both of his, amazed at the love behind them.

“Yeah, Kookie. For as long as you want” you promised him.

He groaned and united your lips again for a searing kiss, goosebumps awakening up your spine and a wet discomfort becoming unbearable in between your legs, as his hands found your breasts and started to fondle with them over your bra. He left your mouth to start leaving wet kisses down your skin again, pulling the cup of your bra just slightly down and taking the nipple that stood out into his warm lips.

You squirmed as his tongue played with the little nub, your nails scratching at his strong shoulders as the electric shocks of pleasure it instigated. His tongue swirled around it and then his teeth pulled at the nipple, a wail escaping you at that.

Understanding how hot and bothered you were, Jungkook’s head traveled down your body until he was kissing your fleshy thighs, strong hands opening your legs so he could stand in between them.

“Ah, Jungkook… Please” you begged shamefully.

Hearing your request, he took off your drenched panties from your body, his face now mere inches from your hot center, dripping with want and need for him. Your body jolted and you saw sparkles at the first movement of his tongue, up and down your folds, tasting your sweetness like a starved men. You writhed and moaned under his demanding mouth, sucking and lapping at every right spot that had your muscles trembling with the need to let go.

At the sounds you were making, Jungkook felt himself growing painfully hard under his boxers and it made him want to move things along. He sucked on your clit harshly, licking it right after and repeating the process until you were completely drenched in your juices, about to reach your end. But he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahh, ahhh… N-No, don’t stop!” It would have made you blush the whine in your voice as he lifted his head from between your legs, if you weren’t already completely flushed head to toe.

“I’m sorry, baby, I can’t take it! Can’t wait anymore” he huffed in a painful voice, and you saw how he had pulled his boxers down and was stroking himself, his beautiful cock so incredibly flush and burning red, crown covered in his own overflowing juices already. Your insides clenched hard and you whined again.

“I want you so bad, Y/N!” Jungkook whimpered, his hand growing faster as he looked pleading at you.

“I want you too, Jungkook. Hurry, please, please!” you rushed him, opening your arms so he would take you.

However, instead of getting on top of you like you assumed he would, Jungkook pulled you by your extended arms and grabbed your wide hips, one hand on your back and another on your butt cheek as he stood up with you in his arms and pushed your back against the wall, hissing at the friction of his erection against your burning slit.

“Damn it…” he cursed under his breath. “A-Against the wall, like this. Can we do it like this?”

You would have complained, you would have worried about how heavy you were, about tiring him too much or risking you falling from his arms or he falling after carrying you for so long, but your brain was so completely clouded with need and he felt so damn good against your aching entrance that you would have agreed to absolutely anything at that point just to have him inside.

“Yeah! Yeah, Kook, yes, please-”

With wavering breaths, Jungkook lifts your hips just enough to position himself against your entrance and when you slide back down, back rubbing a bit against the wall, he is completely bottomed out inside of you. You moan so loud, arms tightening around his shoulder and neck, legs crossing at his lower back, feeling him so incredibly deep.

A cross between a grunt and a whimper escapes Jungkook lips too, his cock completely surrounded by your throbbing, hot and wet silk walls, pleasure running thorough his veins at the feeling. It feels so good he doesn’t even process the weight of you in his arms, all he feels is your body pressed against his and he automatically is thrusting up into your hole, you being completely at the mercy of his movements.

He starts yanking his hips, slowly at first, building up a pace that had you biting your lips. A deep tense pull of nerves starts forming on your lower belly and you yearn for more. Jungkook’s shaft is rubbing your walls just right, this new angle enticing new sensations you never felt, your back against the wall cooling your skin down only for his movements to heat it back up. But then he starts picking up speed, pounding into you so fast that the friction against the wall starts hurting a bit, but it only expands the feeling of pleasure somehow.

Jungkook feels incredible as he holds you like this, he feels so strong and manly. Through half-closed eyes he sees your face constricted in pleasure, he feels the reverberations of each of his thrusts on your flesh, jiggling so delectably on his hands. It almost undoes him.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the sounds of your wetness mixes in with your moans and his grunts, heavy breaths from both of you. Jungkook grabs your ass cheeks and moves you away from the wall, holding you close as his pelvis keeps slamming fast against yours and it’s stimulating your clit at the same time he rubs the spot inside, making you cry out as your stomach falls and your inner walls spasm uncontrollably around him, coating him with your juices as you cum violently.

“Ahh, Y/N! Y/N, Y/N!”

Jungkook cums in just a handful more of thrusts into your still throbbing tunnel, blood roaring against his ears and mind going blank as spikes of electricity rush through him, shaft twitching inside of you as he releases white strings against your walls.

Spent, Jungkook falls back and thankfully he lands with you on top at the bed, sweating and flushed but satisfied in every level. You are trying to control your heart and regain your breath on top of him, never in your life having considered it possible to have sex in such a position due to your weight.

“Jungkook?” you call, head on his chest hearing his heart beating loudly under his skin.

“Yeah?” he breathily responds.

“When you were going to the gym, you were envisioning doing this to me, weren’t you?”

He stays silent for a moment and then turns you over, so you are suddenly on your back. You whimper at the sudden loss of him against you, but have no time to focus on that when he is right in front of your face, large eyes staring at you with red cheeks and swollen lips.

“Shut up.”

He kisses you and you giggle into the kiss, knowing you were right and he just didn’t want to admit it. He pecks at your lips, then at the corners, then at your flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead.

“Let me go see if our shower is working.”

Your heart does a complete flip at the word ‘our’ and you know then and there that he was going to be your forever and always, the love of your life.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being a pseudo daughter to one of the most feared vampires in existence. Godric's needed elsewhere for an important meeting, so he's decided to leave you in the care of his eldest progeny that you haven't seen in many years.

Eric X Reader

The last you'd seen of Eric the Viking, he was sneering down at you and arguing with Godric about taking in a pet human at such a young age. Vampires, before they decided to come out of the coffin, had ransacked the halfway house your ex-addict of a mother was raising you in and you ended up being the sole survivor of that horrendous night. Not one vampire had expected to come across a child and a female vampire, Isabelle, took you back to her nest and presented you to the area Sheriff with fear in her eyes.

Godric, who'd been the Sheriff and the oldest being in the room, had taken in your blood splattered appearance and refused to have any more harm brought down upon you. You didn't know what it was that made Godric spare you that night so long ago, but you were grateful for it.

Now at the age of twenty-two, you're sitting pretty well for a human in a world where vampires had made themselves known. You were untouchable and many vampires hated the fact that Godric doted on a blood bag which is why you're about to be reintroduced to Godric's first Child that hated you so long ago in hopes that he had changed and would offer you some sort of protection.

Having forgone the long line in front of Fangtasia, Godric led you in through the back entrance and let himself into Eric's office. You took a seat on the edge of the leather couch, crossing one knee over the other and then clasping your hands over your top knee as you wait patiently.

It doesn't take long for the door to open again, the all too familiar Viking striding in. Only this time, his hair is shorter than you remember and you're not a little girl anymore. You can appreciate a good looking man and holy hell Eric the Viking is the hottest specimen you've ever laid eyes on. Godric lightly clears his throat and you quickly glance at him, tensing at his twinkling eyes. Fuck. He caught you checking out his progeny.

The statuesque female vampire entering behind Eric is vaguely familiar and her leering smile catapults her name to the forefront of your mind. "Pam," you muse. "Long time no see."

"Well, well. The little brat is all grown up. How delicious."

You wrinkle your nose at her, chuckling. Then glancing over at Eric, your grin falters. Remembering your manners, you bow your head in a show of respect. "Sheriff Northman."

His eyebrows raise slightly. "Y/N." He looks back over to Godric sitting in his chair and he takes a seat across from his own desk without making a fuss about it. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"A meeting's come up. I need someone to keep an eye over Y/N and our nest is not an option."

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

"What he means is that Stan's made one too many attempts on my life," you huff. "Apparently I can't be trusted to not antagonize him if Godric's not home."

With a deadpan expression, Godric says, "You threw glitter on him and called him Edward Cullen."

"For the last time, it was Isa's fault. She gave me too much to drink!"

"You were not of age to be drinking at the time of the incident."

"Don't be judgey," you then immediately frown.

Pam looks rather gleeful and Eric pained. He sighs, garnering your attention. "If you're to stay here, you're not going to sit on your ass. You will work."

"She's not getting on those poles of yours."

"Yeah. No," you agree with Godric. Meeting Eric's gaze, you say, "I can mix drinks. Do you have room for a bartender?"

Taking a moment, he eventually nods. "Our current bartender is not meant for social interactions. Chow will be glad to be able to get back to the books."

"Then it's settled." Godric takes his stand and Eric's quick to follow suit as to not disrespect his Maker. "I'll be back within a week."

Left alone with Eric and Pam, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from blurting something that would annoy the vampires. Seconds tick by and you lose the battle.

"Fair warning, I'm not putting electrical tape on my nipples. I keep up with Fangtasia online for Godric and I've seen what people wear out there."

Pam leers and Eric pinches the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he says, "Pam will take you shopping. Wear something that'll attract the clientele, not put them off."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

The following night, Pam snaps pic after pic of your outfit. She's far too amused by the strategically messy buns on either side of your head and the leather bustier you'd chosen which bears small silver studs covering your breasts and down your sides. She immediately approved of the plaid mini-skirt and she paired it with a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. Your fingers were adorned with several silver rings, and the Crest necklace representing which nest you came from hanging around your neck had to be tucked inside your cleavage less you scare off the vampire customers.

"Oh man. I'm so glad Godric is not here," you laugh once you see the outfit put together, fixing your underwear in the mirror and then smoothing your skirt back down. "He'd glare at everyone who came up to the bar."

"So how exactly does that work when you wanna get laid if Godric glares off all the competition?"

You shrug. "Godric doesn't deny me my happiness. His claim on me isn't sexual."

"So you don't get to ride my Grandsire's dick?"

"What?!"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Snorting in laughter, your head then falls forward and you groan into the palms of your hands. "Jesus, Pam. No. Just no." Before she can come back with another crass remark, the bathroom door is swinging open and Eric's form looms in the doorway. You stare up at him, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

He gaze drifts up and down your form before the corner of his lips twitch. "Cute."

"Ain't I?" You strike a pose and Pam snaps another pic. Whirling around, you point a threatening finger at her. "If you send that to Godric, I swear I won't send you any blackmail photos of Isa or Stan when I get back home."

Pouting, Pam pockets her phone. And just as you're about to turn back around, cold fingertips brush along the back of your left thigh. Whirling around, eyes wide, you slap at Eric's hands. "No touchy!"

This time it's Eric pouting though he seems confused about it. "I don't think I like this."

Pam snorts. "That's a first.”

"It's too short."

"That's the whole point," you groan. "Skin attracts both human and vampire. If you turn into Daddy Godric, I swear I'll scream. Let me live, Northman."

"Oh he wants to be Daddy all right. Just not in the sense you're thinking."

You frown at Pam's words and Eric glares at his progeny. "Not now, Pamela."

"Yes, Master," she drawls. Then winking at you, she reaches forward and boldly fixes your breasts in your bustier. "There. Now the girls are ready for work."

"They were ready before," you deadpan. "You just wanted to get your hands on the goods."

"I seized the only opportunity I was ever going to have. Now come on," she turns you back around and starts marching you towards the exit, "we open the doors in a couple of minutes."

          - X - X - X -

Mixing drinks comes fairly easy to you and Eric seems impressed with how quick you keep up with the orders. Some humans make their interest in you known, but when they realize you aren't a vampire their interest is quick to dwindle. The vampires, however, expect you to fall at their feet and are annoyed when you won't meet their gaze straight on.

"Is everything okay here?" Pam drawls, perched on a bar stool that was empty just a split second before.

Looking across the bar, you quirk an eyebrow at the silently fuming vampire. "I'm not sure. Are we?"

"Yes," he grits out. "Just give me my True Blood."

Forcing a smile, you grab the heated bottle from behind the bar and slide it over. The vampire is quick to take his drink and disappears to go sulk in a darkened corner. "Even in death that asshole can't comprehend that no means no."

"Let me guess, he was on the verge of having a bitch fit because he couldn't glamour you?"

"Got it in one." Pam sat with you every half hour or so, she silently watching from her seat at the bar and making sure the vampires behaved themselves properly with you. The last thing anyone wanted was having a single hair on your head being damaged and word getting back to Godric. Silently cleaning a glass with a dish rag, you let your gaze roam until settling on a blonde human who sticks out like a sore thumb. "Hey, Pam? Who's that?" You ask, slightly gesturing towards the woman in question.

Pam barely glances in the direction you gestured to before huffing. "Sookie Stackhouse," she drawls. "Pretty little thing that currently holds Eric's affections."

"From the look of her companion, it appears she's already been Claimed."

"As if that'd stop Eric."

"Point." Every now and then you glance at the blonde female, not bothering to hide your curiosity or apparent dislike. "Why is she even here dressed like that? She's like a lamb being brought to the slaughter. The virginal sacrifice." Pam snorts, her blood red painted lips stretching into a smile. The blonde's dark haired companion turns to stare at you, glaring. "What? You know it's true," you say, uncaring that the male vampire can hear you. "She needs to be at Sunday Mass, not Fangtasia."

"Ladies," Eric greets. "How are we doing tonight?"

"Lovely," you muse. "I've just spotted the little treat Pam tells me you're rather infatuated with."

Eric pauses and then clears his expression of any emotion. "She's of no importance."

"Really?" You grin. "Does she know that? Because she's marching over here like a woman on a mission." Her blonde ponytail swings back and forth, and the white sundress with a cherry pattern is just too much. "Ugh. You can do so much better."

Just as she makes it to the bar where Eric is leaning against, you pick up a glass and start wiping it clear of smudges. Her voice is rather grating and it doesn't sit well with you at how disrespectful her tone is towards Eric, nor the fact that her vampire is letting her be so disrespectful to his Sheriff.

When the blonde practically makes a demand that Eric needs to look into some rogue vampire hanging around Bill's house, you share a look with Pam- your expression practically scoffing is this twat serious?

"Excuse me," the blonde huffs, suddenly slapping a hand atop the bar.

You give her your attention, one eyebrow raising. "Yes?"

"I don't like name calling."

"Okay?" You muse, brow furrowing.

"And I don't like the fact that you're calling me a- a-"

Your entire body tenses and your eyes narrow when her words click. "Sookie's a mind reader," Eric says.

"Eric!" Sookie then snaps, not happy he's sharing her secret.

Expression darkening, you glare at the blonde. "Excuse me, but I'd appreciate it if you don't read my fuckin' mind. Just because you can doesn't mean you should." Looking as if she's ready to defend her actions, you shut her down. "A person's thoughts are private for a reason. What you're doing is mind rape."

She gasps. "I would never!"

"Yeah? Then what would you call what you just did to me? Did I give you permission to peek behind the curtains? No. I didn't. So if you know what's good for you, stay out." And putting to use a mind barrier that a friend of Godric's nest told you of, you concentrate on shutters slamming down in your mind and mentally push at the vision of Sookie you conjure up in your mind's eye.

Sookie gasps in pain, grasping at her temples, and her vampire companion practically towers over the bar and snarls in a rage at you. There's a blur in front of you and suddenly Eric is pinning Bill to the far wall across the bar. Humans shriek in fear and the vampires are smart enough to move far away from the pissed off Sheriff. Pam starts clearing out the bar just as Sookie gets her bearings back, she stumbling over to defend her vampire boy toy.

"Retract your fangs before I yank them out with glee and wrap you up in silver until Y/N's vampire gets back to dole out his punishment."

"Eric, don't!" Sookie shouts, pushing at him. "Let Bill go."

Walking over to the struggling vampire within Eric's grasp, you say, "That's tame compared to what Godric would do. Are you sure you’re of his blood?" You tease. Eric frowns over his shoulder at you and you grin.

"Godric? Who's Godric?" Sookie asks. Bill, as if possible, pales under Eric's hand.

Grinning at Sookie, you reach for the chain around your neck and pull up on the Crest that settled beneath your bustier. When Godric's crest is visible, you say, "Your worst nightmare, little girl." Then dropping the necklace to leave it on display, your hands then find purchase on your hips as you give the blonde your best haughty expression. "Now leave and take your vampire with you. If I hear about you being disrespectful to Sheriff Northman ever again I'll make sure to fully submerge you into the vampire world since your pesky human brain can't seem to comprehend how to properly conduct yourself with your elders."

Entirely too gleeful looking, Eric releases Bill. The dark haired vampire stumbles aside, grabbing Sookie's hand within his own before he says, "I didn't know. My apologies."

Sookie looks entirely too affronted by his apology, but you manage a small dip of your head to show him an ounce of respect he doesn't even deserve at this point. "Don't let it happen again." And before Sookie can further offend anyone else, Bill leaves in a burst of speed with her in tow.

"You're entirely too adorable," Pam drawls. "No one has been able to shut Miss Stackhouse up like you."

"It wasn't my intention," you frown. "I was going to leave her alone, but I couldn't let her disrespect slide. If she's to live as a vampire's companion, then she must respect the laws as if she were a vampire herself."

"I was wrong about you," Eric muses. "You're a lot more fascinating for a human than I'd given you credit for."

"Yeah, yeah. Drinks are on you tonight, Sheriff. Your little mind reader put me in a bad mood."

Later that evening (technically it's very early the next morning) you're groaning awake and regretting every decision you made the previous night. After your run-in with the little half fae, you were left in a sour mood that was only made better by numbing your mind and putting on cozy pajamas. Eric had closed down the club and then gave you free reign of the bottles behind the bar, and Pam immediately took advantage. For a good hour or so, you completely forgot you had the tolerance of a human.

"Fuckity fucking hell," you utter as you curl in on yourself under the blanket. "Never again."

"Never?" You hear the Viking drawl from the darkness of your cocoon. "I must say you're particularly amusing when you can't handle your liquor. And quite the dancer. Such a shame Godric banned you from the poles."

"Oh god." Removing the blanket from your face, you blink against the lighting from above before focusing as best you can on Eric who's smiling at you. Actually smiling. "Please tell me no one else saw."

"I believe Pam took a video."

You cringe. "Pam is never to be in charge of the alcohol ever again. Never."

"Agreed. The two of you put quite the dent in my stock."

"Holy shit. How am I even still alive?" You groan and shift in bed, noticing for the first time that the sheets are really cold against your legs. Your bare legs. Frowning, you meet the blonde's gaze. "Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Where are my pants?"

He's slow to chuckle and his suddenly lust filled expression is one that makes you hold your breath. He was going to be the death of you. "Pam thought you'd be more comfortable without them."

"So you let her strip me!?"

"Would you rather it have been me?" He leers.

"..yes!" You surprise him. His smile falters and you groan again. "She totally copped a feel. I know it."

His surprise vanishes and he chuckles one last time before standing from the edge of the bed. "Pamela was on her best behavior. I promise you that."

"Yeah, yeah." You squirm to find a comfortable position. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking the night off."

"Noted," Eric says just before he exits the usually light-tight room. "Ginger will be by later with some food."

"A vampire after my own heart," you sleepily muse. "Food. Make it greasy."

With your eyes now closed, you don't see Eric hesitate at the door, staring and trying to figure out just when the hell he became fond of you.

The rest of the week passes with ease and you don't seem to have any more issues with Fangtasia's clientele. Eric insists you wear the Crest of your nest out in the open after the incident with Bill and the vampires seem intimidated at first, but warm up after seeing you serve the humans. The vampires then approach you with caution and a deep amount of respect, and then it's the humans who are confused and cautious of you. When the humans then figure out what your necklace means and see the way the vampires treat you, they make it their business to approach you and ask how to get into a nest of their own.

Pam became your saving grace, she scaring away the annoying humans so you were left alone to do work in peace. Eric also kept his gaze on you when he wasn't scanning his club and keeping an ear out for any illegal activity, and every time you caught his gaze you'd smirk and salute him with a shot. He usually only acknowledged your gesture when you grimaced after one too many shots and you flicked him off for laughing at your pain.

          - X - X - X -

Eric's watching Y/N again, his gaze constantly being drawn to her throat when her head tilted back in a laugh. For the passed hour she's been speaking with a human female and from Eric heard it was a female who was from a nest herself. However, it was a newly formed nest and the human had just wanted to talk to someone else who'd been part of a nest longer than she had.

He's too preoccupied with his staring that he doesn't see, feel, or hear when Godric takes a seat next to him. The only reason he knows something is amiss is because the onslaught of amusement hits him hard. Startling, he glances to his left where Godric is perched on his own throne.

"Father," Eric greets calmly in his native tongue.

"Son." Godric's expression is unreadable to anyone looking in their direction, but Eric can feel his maker's amusement. Pam's too. "You care for her."

"Well she is Yours."

"No. This is different," Godric says. "You're fond of her. And not just because she's of our nest."

Seeing no use in lying, Eric agrees. "Yes."

"When I say Y/N is Mine, I only mean it protection wise. She is the sister I never had. A daughter." Eric glances at his maker once more, internally groaning when Godric flashes him a smile. "If you wish to pursue her, that is your choice. She can bear my Crest and have your Mark. I do not mind if it is you."

"She is a handful."

"Who's a handful?" Eric jerks in surprise at hearing his native tongue come from someone else, his right eyebrow raising when he sees Y/N standing there with a tray and three shots- two true blood and one tequila. "Don't look so surprised, Northman,” you then say, switching back to English. “Godric taught me when I was younger so I could tattle on the other vampires in our nest if they were dicks to me."

"Y/N," Godric greets. "You look well."

"I am well," you muse, passing him a shot. "My stay here has been.. interesting."

"I'll say," Eric then says, taking his shot from the tray. "Y/N not only verbally put Miss Stackhouse in her place, but she also made Bill Compton nearly wet himself because they were quite disrespectful to my status as Sheriff. It was precious."

With your own shot halfway to your mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Don't get me started again. Your little half-fae is still on my shit list."

"Not my half-fae," he's quick to rebuff. "Never was."

"But you wanted her to be."

Eric pauses before downing his shot, he grinning. "Is that jealously I sense?"

Coughing on your shot, you pound on your chest with a closed fist much to Godric's amusement. "N-No!"

Eric's too busy grinning and you're too busy glaring to see Godric's gaze darting between you two. Eventually, when you can't think of anything to say to sway Eric's smug-ness, you look to Godric. "How did your meeting go? Good I'm guessing since you're not in a foul mood."

"It went good, little one. In fact, it went really good."

Eric's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"

Switching back to Eric's native tongue, Godric tells him, "I gave up my position as the Dallas Sheriff."

"You did what?"

"Holy fuck. You actually did it?"

Eric's gaze then turns on you. "You knew he was going to?"

"I- I.. well, yeah."

"Do not be angry with her, my son. This has been on my mind for quite some time. I tired of Dallas and was looking to relocate."

"Relocate to where?"

"Here, of course."

You freeze in surprise, as does Eric. "Truly?"

"Truly."

You're slow to smile, but you smile nonetheless. "Does this mean I get to keep my job? I've grown quite fond of Fangtasia."

"Just Fangtasia?" Eric muses, eyes suddenly sparkling.

Your gaze cuts to him and against your will your cheeks burn under his stare. Knowing he's seen it and can probably smell the blood rushing to surface anyway, you make an excuse to suddenly flee. "I need to go tell Pam. S-She'll be happy."

Eric's chuckle follows you until you hop off the stage, you then making a beeline for the front door. As Pam scans I.D's, you tell her the good news and smother your laughter when her fangs click down and the front line of people waiting to get in all gasp. She's all too happy to get to spend more time with her Grandsire's favorite human.

With Ginger still manning the bar, you take the moment to go freshen up in the bathroom. But before you can even make it to the bathroom, you're being whisked away at vampire speed and you only get your bearings back when you're seated on a desk and have a blonde viking vampire standing between your knees.

"Eric?"

"Well, well, well."

You huff a laugh, leaning back from his towering presence. "What are you doing?"

"Is Fangtasia really the only thing you've grown fond of during your stay here?"

His hands which were settled on each knee slowly inch upward and you gulp. "Let me guess- Godric approved of you officially making a move?"

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it." You slowly grin, reaching up with your right hand and lightly trailing your fingertips along his jaw. "You've been eyeballing me all week, Sheriff. I was wondering who was going to break first."

"This isn't me breaking."

"No." You lean forward and reach up, your lips just barely grazing Eric's. "But you will," you murmur. Then sliding your hands down his chest and passed his abdomen, you grasp at his waist and push him back. Sliding off his desk and slipping underneath his arms, you chuckle as you saunter out of his office. "It's only a matter of time, Eric. Until then I got a bar to tend to."

Eric stares at his office door swinging shut, his tongue peeking out to catch the faint scent of you on his bottom lip. Slowly smirking, he says, "Only a matter of time indeed."

[tomcuddlesfic]

The Truth Between Me & You

TITLE:  The Truth Between Me & You

ONE SHOT / MULTICHAPTER: One Shot

AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic WHICH TOM/CHARACTER:  Tom x OC

GENRE: fluff / romance / angst / family drama FIC SUMMARY: Ever since she could remember, Lily knew she was the black sheep of the family. She was always in her older brother Phillip’s shadow and she was never taken seriously. When Tom, Phillip’s best friend, shows up to the wedding, Lily’s attraction to him flares up and suddenly, she’s caught between telling the truth and losing everything or the man she loves.

RATING: T

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS:  It’s been SUPER LONG since I last updated on this page and yes, who am I? Who is she? I completely forgot about her. Well, I can’t say I’m officially back but I was inspired by a song and my head kind of went crazy and I really needed to write it down. So here it is. It’s super long (5,200 words) and I was going to break it down to two parts but I have no time for that.

Tom didn’t know how long he sat in his car outside his best friend’s house. He continued to stare at the modest red bricked house he practically grew up in with Phillip and his little sister, Lily, remembering his life before he was launched into the spotlight and made it big. Before where he wasn’t constantly being followed by cameras and he could get a damn cup of coffee from his neighborhood café without it being splashed on the front pages of The Daily Mail. The simpler days were what he deeply craved right now especially since at the age of thirty-eight, he was sending off his last bachelor friend into the land of holy matrimony while he had no inkling of a love interest in sight. Of course, despite his desperately single status, the tabloids had a way to spin anything into a story.

Just last week, his publicist, Luke, rang him at five in the morning, alerting him that he wasn’t going to like what he sees when picks up the paper. Apparently, Tom was in a secret relationship with Ukraine’s top model with icy blue eyes and hair so blonde, it was almost white. Tom had only met her in passing at one of the galas he was forced to attend because his agency thought it would be a good networking session and if he was being honest, he couldn’t quite remember her name. Lydia? Linda? Lisa?

“Are you just going to sit there all day or are you going to come in?” A female’s voice broke through his thoughts so abruptly, he jumped up in his seat, and banged his head on the roof of his car. The owner of the voice snorted.

Rubbing the top of his head, he whipped his head and glared at the strikingly beautiful woman standing next to his car. For a moment, Tom was rendered speechless. It has been a long time since he saw Lily. Aside from the few short emails and text messages exchanged between them and any news passed on from Phillip these past few years, Tom hadn’t actually seen Lily all grown up. Instead of the awkward gangly kid sister he had engrained in his memory, Lily, at age twenty-nine, had filled out her figure. From her silky violet bridesmaid’s dress that hugged her body, he could tell her breasts were full, probably spilling out of his large hands if he were to cup them. His eyes lowered from her cleavage to a trim waist and hips that flared out. He didn’t have to look to know that Lily had a great ass.

“Tom?” Lily knocked on the window when he continued staring. “My eyes are up here.”

Tom gulped, his cheeks warming. Did he really get caught staring at his best friend’s little sister?

“For the record,” He opened the car door smoothly, effectively pushing her back away from him, and slammed it shut. “I was looking at the stain on your dress.”

Lily gasped, looking immediately down at her spotless dress and growled. “Still haven’t grown up?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” Tom smiled smugly and walked past Lily, leading the way into the bustling house filled with family and friends. Phillip and his fiancée had chosen to keep the celebrations small, opting to hold the ceremony in the backyard they played in during their elementary school years. “How bad is it in there?”

“Why do you think I’m out here talking to your lanky arse?” Lily huffed, trailing after him. Her dress was so long, she had to lift up the fabric just to walk. She picked up her pace and walked ahead of him, confirming his earlier suspicion. Lily had an ass that made Tom’s mouth dry and his pants a bit tighter. “Brace yourself, mom’s a bit high-strung.”

 **

It had been almost six years since Lily last saw Tom. That is, of course, if that didn’t count all the movies or television appearances and the tabloids Lily religiously watched Tom in. One movie was all it took to take her brother’s best friend from small town actor that barely scraped by to a hot heartthrob that was loved by all. Sometimes she hated the character Loki. If Tom never got casted as Loki, he would have stayed in London more. He wouldn’t miss any important traditions or events like Christmas, Phillip’s birthdays, or most importantly, her birthday. Every event Tom missed because of his hectic schedule, was an event that Lily felt an unexplained feeling of emptiness to. It just wasn’t the same without the curly blond boy who taught her how to ride a bike because her father was too busy at work and Phillip had more important things to do than to teach his kid sister. Or how Tom always managed to keep the peace between her and her older brother when things got too heated. Without Tom as a buffer, Lily often struggled being in the same room with her family.

Lily sighed deeply, watching wearily at her loud obnoxious aunts who caged Tom in like animals ready to pounce and feast. She had finally moved out recently to a nice studio flat near the inner heart of the city and every time she had to step back inside her parents’ house, she felt like she was trapped. Lily always knew she was an outsider, a black sheep that nobody understood. Her father had pushed for her to get a reputable business degree but she still managed to continue her passion for photography on the side. In fact, she worked was an investment banker during normal working hours and a professional photographer after. Lily was good at her work. She was proud of it but her family never understood it. They thought of it as a silly fad that would pass soon enough and even laughed when she brought up the idea of quitting the bank to be a full time photographer.

It was another reason why her showcase was so important. Lily needed her family to see her work and take her seriously. She poured her heart into every photo taken, capturing the right moments at the right time to tell stories that could never be told with words. Just then, her Aunt Shirley, dropped her the contents of her purse, leaving Tom to bend down to pick it up. His dress pants pulled tight across his butt, leaving little to no imagination. Tipping back her flute of champagne, she gulped it down in one shot.

He had suffered enough.

“Tom, I think Phillip wants to see you.” Lily walked over to where he stood and squeezed his forearm for his attention. Her mind instantly went to dangerous territory that came with being near him. He smelled good. His lanky build had been replaced with thick muscles and the way he looked at her never failed to send shivers throughout her body. Lily was going to be in trouble if she spent any more time with him.

“Great!” Tom smiled broadly and excused himself from her aunts who tried to hold him longer with more questions and compliments about his latest work. Once they made their way back into the house where Phillip and Holly were getting ready, Tom’s smile immediately dropped. “You know you could have saved me sooner.”

“I was busy.” Lily shrugged, grabbing another flute of champagne off the tray from the passing waiter, and drank a long sip.

“You were watching me being eaten alive.” Tom grit his teeth and narrowed his gaze on her. Did his eyes linger on her mouth or was that just her being loopy from so much alcohol?

“You were fine.” Lily retorted.

“Your aunt grabbed my ass.”

“She must have been disappointed.”

“You didn’t seem so when you were staring at it earlier.” Tom pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Says someone who stared at my tits longer than my face.” Lily mimicked his stance, and raised an eyebrow. His eyes met hers and grew darker. The room suddenly felt a few degrees hotter as they properly studied each other. She had a few boyfriends growing up but nothing ever lasted long enough to get past the heavy petting stages. If she were to be honest, she probably wouldn’t have let herself take any step further. None of the guys she went out with ever stirred the unwarranted feelings inside her now than Tom.

“Hey, shit head.” Lily’s brother’s voice broke the delicate silence between them. Phillip walked into the room, dressed in his sleek black suit, and clapped a hand on Tom’s shoulder before embracing him in a hug. “I’m glad you made it or else I would have dragged your ass here no matter which country you were in.”

Tom laughed, squeezing his old mate tightly before pulling back. “I had to give my condolences to Holly for marrying your ugly face. How she holding up? She’s not still crying or trying to escape right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Phillip rolled his eyes, his face growing somber. “I mean it. I’m glad you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Tom replied, feeling his chest constrict. He hadn’t been a good friend. With his crazy lifestyle involving long extended filming schedules, he had found it extremely difficult to keep up with everyone. When he was immersed in a project, he tended to leave things by the wayside. It had gotten so bad that Tom almost forgot about the wedding if it weren’t for Lily’s email asking if he was going to have chicken or fish at the wedding. His eyes flickered to Lily who seemed fascinated by the floor.

“Lily, why don’t you go and see if Mom needs help?” Phillip asked, his voice cold to Tom’s ears.

Lily looked up immediately. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed. “Sure.”

What had happened between these two? When the three of them had been in the same room together six years ago, the brother and sister duo seemed as tight as ever. But now, they appeared to be strangers.

Squeezing past the, Lily ventured back out into the backyard where everyone sat waiting for the ceremony to begin.

“Something wrong?” Tom asked, watching Lily go. Her shoulders hunched as she walked closer and closer to her mom.

“Nothing much changed.” Phillip sighed, his gaze following where Tom watched. “She’s been a brat then and a brat now. I thought she would have grown up by now after graduating from University but she’s gotten worse.”

“Come on, Phillip.” Tom laughed lightly. “What could have she done?”

“She stole from my parents, Tom.” Phillip said gravely. His face was filled with pain as he relayed the story. “Took my mum’s pearls and pawned it off for money so she could buy a new camera.”

Tom had trouble believing Lily would do such a thing. After all, this was the same Lily that had been shoved across the playground after she told her teacher which one of her classmates cheated on a test. She didn’t care about the consequences simply because she did what was fair and right. But it had been six years since he’s last seen her. Six years could change someone. It had definitely changed him.

Tom swallowed, finding a lump in his throat. “That’s awful.”

“She paid her back soon after she started her job but…” Phillip inhaled a sharp breath. “It’s hard to regain trust after something like this. I just never thought she would go to these lengths just for her silly hobby. If she needed money, she could have asked. I would have lent it to her but she went behind our backs and it’s tough…”

Tom could only nod, digesting the information that he was once again fooled by his attraction towards a woman.

**

The ceremony had ended an hour ago. Dinner was served and in proper wedding fashion, Lily had gotten borderline drunk. It was all she could do as she watched her brother and his now wife slow dance across the makeshift dance floor in the backyard. Lily had slipped inside, unnoticed like always, and watched the festivities from the kitchen window. She sipped on her glass of wine, and hummed along to the soft music playing outside.

Holly was a good woman. Lily could sense someone and tell who was genuine and sincere. Although Phillip was a news anchor, it was never Holly being the lucky one who snagged someone as famous or as wealthy as him. Lily saw the opposite. She saw Phillip being the lucky one to marry a woman like Holly who was forgiving, selfless, and extremely loving. In fact, Holly had made Phillip a better person and that was something Lily could attest to.

Something moved behind her.

Startled, Lily let out a short yip before splashing the contents in her glass across the floor.

“Tom?” She squinted at the dark figure standing a few feet from her.

“Lily.” Tom confirmed with his low crisp voice that made her brain run wild. How did he sound like when he woke up in the morning? How would he sound like if he was on top of her or when he came? Lily mentally shook her head before looking at the floor.

She grabbed some towels and threw them down to soak up the mess, watching them stain red.

“Already tired of being the center of attention?” Lily asked, cleaning up the mess as best as she could. She could only do so much as intoxicated as she was.

Tom grunted before kneeling down and helping her clean. She looked up just as he did, locking eyes.

“Why are you in here?” He asked, quietly.

She blinked, taken aback by his question. Her heart clenched as she stood up straight and went to the sink to wash her hands. “Some people don’t like big social gatherings.”

Lily said calmly, not facing him because she couldn’t trust herself with him. She felt raw and vulnerable around him with her piercing eyes that seemed to see her for who she really was. When everyone else seemed to be hearing static on a radio, Tom always seemed to find the right notch and hear her loud and clear.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone.” Tom stated, and walked right up behind her. She could lean back and fall into his safe embrace. Where was he when she needed him the most?

“There’s no proof.” Lily turned around, letting her eyes slowly run up from the middle of his chest to the base of his neck and finally to his devastatingly handsome face. She gulped.

“Lily, tell me what happened.” His voice firm, completely opposite to the fluttering of her heart. Her chest ached because Phillip had told him and now he was no longer going to be on her side. Tom probably thought the worst of her just like her family when she revealed the truth.

The truth made her laugh.

“You already know.” Lily laughed bitterly, moving away from him but only to have him grab her forearm, holding her in place.

“I want to hear it from you.” Tom spoke louder, irritation lacing his words. It made Lily sick to hear how he was speaking to her. Never once in their years of friendship did Tom use this tone of voice with her.

“I sold my mother’s pearls for an old camera so I could take photos for my portfolio.” She let the words fall out robotically. It was the same story repeated over and over again whenever someone asked why she wasn’t close with her family anymore. The people who she told were always taken aback by her bluntness and her character but what could she do?

The statement was met with silence.

She shook her arm, peeling back his fingers that gripped onto her and caressed it to her chest. She needed to leave. Her emotions were already wrung out by everyone’s judgmental stares this evening. Nobody could ever get past the idea of the groom’s little sister stealing from her own family. If she left now, she could get to the grocer’s and grab some ice cream before they closed and return home to a bubble bath where she soaked and ate ice cream by the pint.

“I don’t believe you.” Tom finally spoke. “The Lily I knew wouldn’t do that.”

“You barely spoke to me in the past six years, Tom.” Lily scoffed, fighting back tears. Damn, she really needed to go before she exploded. “I’ve changed.”

**

Lily was back at her parent’s house again. It was a week after the wedding so she thought it would be an appropriate time to go back and retrieve the last few remaining items in her bedroom. This would hopefully sever the strings attached between her and her parents. With proper planning and execution, Lily believed she could get away from seeing them except for the holidays and birthdays. Inhaling a deep breath, she braced herself for the awkward greetings but no amount of deep breathing exercises would prepare her for the sight of Tom in her parent’s house.

Lily had left after their conversation in the kitchen, refusing to look back at the house, and saying goodbye to everyone. She knew her aunts would have something to say about her rudeness but she didn’t care at that point. She needed out. Tom had not tried to contact her afterwards and for that, she was glad. Lily didn’t need the constant reminder that Tom was disappointed in her as well.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lily closed the door behind her and stood from the doorway, watching him sit on the couch in the living room, watching the morning news.

“I was invited for brunch.” Tom explained, watching her closely when her face crumpled and quickly snapped back to a fake happy self.

“Right.” Lily blinked, refusing to let being uninvited to Sunday brunch dampen her moods. This was what she wanted. A clean cut from her family so she can go on and live a happy life where people never thought of her as a pest or menace. “I won’t be staying…I have some things to pick up and then I’m out of here.” She laughed breezily before running up the stairs to her bedroom.

She slowly cleared off her bookshelves, taking the photo frames off and carefully putting them in an empty box. Lily sniffled, allowing a tear slip when she saw a photo of her brother and her at the local fair. They were happy then. It was one of those rare moments in their siblings dynamic did she feel equal and appreciated. Growing up with Phillip had been hard as she was constantly in his shadow from his grades to his sports events to his family’s general appreciation for him.

When she finally packed up the last box, she started carrying them one by one to her car parked outside. The outside porch steps creaked as she climbed down and when she climbed back up, her grip on the railing slipped. It was shaky and loose. Frowning, Lily went to the garage and grabbed a hammer and some nails to fix the mess before her mom got hurt.

She was just about finished fixing the mess when Tom’s voice broke her concentration.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t believe you.” Tom said behind her.

“I can’t help you there.” Lily packed up her tools, turned and squinted up at him. “I am what they say.”

“If you were really as awful as others say, you wouldn’t fix the railing for your mom.” Tom pointed out simply. “You would have left that railing like that and not care if your mom or someone else had gotten hurt.”

Lily was gob smacked. Once again, Tom saw right through her charades. She wanted to cry into his arms, have him tell her everything will be okay, and let her have things return back to normal. But she knew nobody could be her hero.

“Got me there.” Lily admitted defeat and slowly got back to her feet. She walked back to the garage to put away the tools as Tom followed her.

“Why did you tell everyone you did it?” Tom asked urgently. “Why? Who are you trying to protect?”

“Tom, I’ve been an outsider in this family since the day I was born.” She whipped around, her eyes fierce, and voice strained with emotion. “Let’s face it, I wasn’t your friend. I was your best friend’s annoying little sister. You had to play with me or be around with me because I was part of the package deal. I’m not little anymore. I don’t need you to be here out of obligation.”

Was it really that bad? Tom thought back to their childhood days and slowly pieced together faded memories. Him and Phillip raising hell on the school playgrounds, Lily always following closely behind, and Phillip telling her to leave. It was what normal brothers do. Or how dinner time at their house went down and Phillip would always be able to share his school stories at the table but Lily’s stories were ignored or cut off by someone. Or when Lily expressed her interest in arts during school and everyone taunted her for it, telling her it was a silly dream for someone like as she had didn’t have talent. One memory burst in his memory. It was when Lily wanted to audition for a lead in the school play and her parents had laughed and told her she shouldn’t bother if she wasn’t good as Tom.

Tom had laughed along with them, taking it in as teasing but now in hindsight, he wanted to punch himself.

“You are not an obligation.” Tom gritted his teeth. “You are special to me and I care about you. I can tell, Lily. I can tell that you’re breaking so just tell me so I can help.”

Lily squeezed her eyes shut and put her hand on her forehead, willing silence in her mind. Her brain was swimming with memories and emotions, dizzying her to no end. “I lied for Holly.”

“Jesus.” Tom ran a hand through his hair. He swore. “Holly?”

“Her uncle needed to repay a loan and threatened to ruin her relationship with Phillip if she didn’t give him money.” Lily spoke quietly but firmly. She wrung her hands and sobbed. She had no clue what to do when the pearls went missing and Holly came crying to her, asking for advice. Holly was so afraid of losing everything with Phillip, it broke Lily’s heart. So she protected Holly by lying. This was for the greater good, she had thought. She didn’t feel like she was part of the family already so what harm would it have done if she lied for Holly?

Only she didn’t know it would hurt so much worse.

“You let everyone think the worse of you because of Holly?” Tom began pacing, clearly agitated and frustrated. He could punch a wall. He wanted to scream for the injustice.

“If you can’t beat them, join them.” Lily shrugged, and laughed sadly before wiping her tears away. Thrown back from the embrace of his hug, she stumbled little before he righted their balance. Tom hugged her tightly as if he was trying to hold it all together for her.

“You have not changed one bit.” Tom muttered, pressing his lips to the top of forehead and inhaling the sweetness of her fruity perfume she wore all throughout her teenage years. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “You are still a bloody idiot.”

Before Lily could have a chance to retort, Tom pressed his mouth on hers. His body felt alive as he finally did the one thing he wanted to do all along. Deeply relieved that his premonition was right and that Lily was nothing like the deceitful women he met in his life, he slowly it himself fall for her.  He wasn’t sure but somewhere between remembering their earlier days together, her growing up to the woman she was today, and watching her go to great lengths to save her family, he found himself in love. His heart thumped against his chest as he deepened the kiss, savoring the softness of her lips, the short sighs escaping her mouth, and the feeling of her body melting into his. She was all he needed. And she was right there in front of him all along.

Lily felt like she was in one of her dreams. More specifically the dreams she had when she was a teenager and when she had a secret crush on Tom. The dreams had always ended up with a kiss from him. She would never admit this to anyone but when she watched him kiss his costars in movies, she often wondered how it would feel like. She imagined it to be great but definitely not this good. Inching up her tippy toes, she gained better access to his mouth. Her breasts rubbed against his solid chest, aching to be touched. She wanted him. She needed him.

“What the fuck!” Phillip’s voice roared. Her body slammed against the garage door before she was able to right herself. For a second all she saw were two bodies wrestling on the grass. They tossed and turned, Phillip, at one point straddling Tom, and throwing a punch right to his nose. A sickening crunch made Lily shrill hysterically. Undeterred, Tom grabbed Phillip’s shirt and tossed his body like a rag doll off of him. He rolled on top of him and was ready to beat the shit out of the man who was supposed to protect his little’s sister and instead turned his back on her without hearing her side first when Holly ran out of the house and got between them.

“Stop it!” Holly yelled, separating them with her hands. “Stop it right now!”

Tom exhaled a deep breath and dropped Phillips shirt, and backed away. His eyes landed on Lily who was cradling her arm close to her chest and clearly in shock.

Phillip slowly rose up from the floor and looked at Tom like trash on the street. “You’re really out here trying to fuck my little sister?”

Tom shook his head, ready to explain himself and his feelings when Lily cut in.

“It was me.” Lily said, looking at Phillip. “I kissed him first.”

Phillip looked back at Tom for confirmation but Tom was flabbergasted by Lily’s lie. Frozen solid, Tom blinked in confusion at Lily when she spoke again.

“It didn’t mean anything though.” Lily smiled, shaking her head. “I just wanted to kiss a movie star and I did it.” She shrugged and looked at Tom. “It was good but I’ve had better kisses.”

Tom didn’t meet her smile. His stomach had fell when she saw the fake Lily take over the one he loved. The one who acted like what everyone thought of her and pretended like she had no feelings or regards for others. It was complete bullshit. No one kissed him back like that unless they felt something. And what they shared during the kiss was everything. He wanted to vomit. This was all going entirely wrong and there was nothing he could do to get her back. It wasn’t his secret to tell because he knew if he did, it would ruin all of their lives.

“I guess I’ll go now.” Lily moved away from the crowd, still holding onto her arm. Tom could see her shoulders folding in, the way she did when she was holding in a sob.

“Wait!” Holly cried, her big eyes glistening with unshed tears. All eyes focused on her as she looked to the floor. “I have something to confess, Phillip. I’ve been carrying this guilt ever since a month ago when all this started.” She gestured with her hand, the space between him and his little sister.

“It’s my fault.” Holly said quietly. “I’m the one that ruined your relationship with Lily.”

“What?” Phillip breathed. “Darling, I don’t understand.”

“My uncle.” She hiccupped, silent tears falling down her cheeks. Phillip tensed at the mention of him, inching closer towards Holly. “He needed to pay back a loan.”

Lily watched at his brother squeezed his eyes tightly, digesting the news. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. “Did he hurt you?”

“No.” Holly cried. “He wanted me to give him money or else he would do everything in his favor to ruin our engagement. I couldn’t, Phillip. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the money and I became desperate so that’s why I took your mom’s pearls. I was going to earn back the money and buy it back but she found out.” She paused, shaking her head. “I confided in Lily but I didn’t expect her to cover for me like the way she did. She didn’t steal the pearls for a camera, Phillip. She never did. It was me.”

Phillip watched his wife cry as she hugged herself tightly. He didn’t know what to do or how he should feel. As his gaze left his wife and slowly went to his little sister, his heart squeezed tightly.

“Lily…” He said, not knowing where to begin. “I’m the worst brother.”

Lily inhaled a sharp breath.  She was crying just as much as Holly now. “You’re not.”

“I am.” Phillip shook his head. “I’ll never be able to forgive myself for how I treated you and I can never apologize enough. I’m so sorry.”

He reached for her, stopping halfway, unsure about his actions. Lily met him halfway and walked into his arms, hugging her older brother tightly. Burying her face in his chest, she squeezed tighter, crying for all the times she wanted her brother to protect her and letting go of the past.

When Phillip pulled away from Lily, he looked at Tom. “I may not have been a good brother back then but this shit changes now. If you fucking break her heart, I’ll break you.”

Tom grunted. “No need for the threats. I will never hurt her.”

Phillip nodded and released Lily to attend to his wife. He grabbed his hand and murmured into her ear, leading them back into the house where they could have some privacy.

“Let me see your arm.” Tom demanded, rushing to Lily’s side. He gently inspected it, noticing the slight bruising but nothing too serious to raise alarm. “You’re going to need ice.”

He frowned when she winced.

“So much for never hurting me.” Lily teased and yelped when he pulled her into his embrace, careful not to hurt her more.

“Are you always going to be this sassy?” Tom pressed his forehead against hers, allowing his heartbeat to go down from the adrenaline rush.

“Yes.” She quipped, kissing him softly on his mouth.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” He confessed quietly, his chest constricting at the mere thought. Lily was the only constant in his life that grounded her at this point. He couldn’t imagine days without her.

“It broke me more than I thought it would.” Lily stroked the side of his face with her index finger, studying his facial features.

“Promise to always work things out instead of running away?” Tom kissed her mouth softly.

“Promise.” She said, returning another kiss.

[nadiafm]

( camila morrone, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen NADIA PEREZ around ? they work as a ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for 11 MONTHS. they tend to be +AMOROUS & +CONVIVIAL, but can also be -LICENTIOUS & -WARY. the other employees have labeled them THE ROMANTIC. thanks a lot ! gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read.

hey y’all !! i’m so excited for this wow. i’m sam, i’m 22, and i live in pst !! i’m a sucker for cooking shows and dogs and candles. but more importantly...this is my freaking baby nadia, an absolute idiot with a heart of gold ! i already know this intro is going to be too long but bare with me i will include a tldr at the bottom i promise. also hmu on discord to plot ! capricornmom#1278

here is nadia’s pinterest & here is her playlist

aesthetics : gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read

character parallels : jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ) rachel green ( friends ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , bianca stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , april ( palo alto ) , erica vandross ( flower ) , gigi & triple a ( booksmart ) , snooki ( jersey shore ) , jessica day ( new girl )

full name : nadia paloma perez

birthday : july 23, 1998

zodiac : cancer sun , pisces moon , pisces rising . god help this emotional ass girl

nationality : american 

religion : roman catholic

sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual , biromantic

hometown : aventura , florida ( 20 minutes outside of miami )

languages spoken : english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ) , french ( still learning , takes it in school , somewhat conversational )

likes : candy ( sour punch straws , lollipops ) , watching soccer games ( messi stan till she dies ) , rex orange county , writing , magazines , making empanadas with her abuela , romantic comedies ( her fav is how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , tequila sodas , sex , lana del rey , chipotle burritos , iced chai lattes with almond milk from starbucks , gossip girl , craft beer , margaret atwood

dislikes : quinoa , nuts in things like salad or cookies , star wars , watching golf , oatmeal , church , screamo music , california ( a grudge ) , spoiled rich kids , condescending business majors , quentin tarantino ( and his avid fans )

BACKGROUND

Born and raised in South Florida, a little aways from Miami ! Her mother, Paloma, was an Adventura native while her father, Santiago, was an immigrant from Argentina. Her parents met in college when Paloma was studying abroad in Argentina. They fell in love, rather quickly, and the rest was history. They had planned on moving back to America together, but Santiago’s visa was denied. So, after only four months of knowing each other and 2.5 months of dating, they got married. 

Turns out sometimes you should know your partner better before getting married !! shocker right. It wasn’t so bad at first, though. They were young and in love and their honeymoon phase seemed to last forever, until it didn’t. 

By the time Nadia was born, they’d already begun to realize each other’s faults and flaws. Santiago was a good looking guy, and with his thick Argentine accent, he tended to come off as overly friendly and at times overtly flirty. Paloma was jealous and needy. It never seemed to mesh well when she thought her husband was flirting with every other mom in the neighborhood. 

So, for the majority of Nadia’s childhood, all she remembered from her parent’s marriage was them fighting. She had a close relationship with the both of them, though, and she was particularly close with her father. He was her biggest supporter !! Always hyping her up. He was the one signing her up for sports like soccer (they’re a huge soccer family, the only time her parents weren’t fighting was during Argentina games), gymnastics, dance, and ice skating. Her favorite was soccer, and her for most of her adolescent years, her dad coached her team. They formed a really close bond because of it. 

The marriage was sort of non exinsistant at this point, but in some sort of last attempt to salvage any love they might have had for each other, Santiago and Paloma had a baby. It was more Paloma’s idea than anything. Santiago, at that point, was only sticking around for Paloma. She was seven when her little sister was born, Caterina, and Nadia absolutely adored her. They may have been seven years a part, but they were the best of friends. 

When Nadia was twelve, she woke up with a note on her bed side table. It was from her father, and it read: “Nads, I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to your face. I wish I was stronger. I am so proud of you and I promise I will be in touch. Te amo. Papa” He hadn’t left anybody else a note, and not even a word to her mother. As close as she was to her mother and sister, she couldn’t help but blame them for her father leaving. Still, she was pretty certain she’d hear from him soon. That he’d come back once he cleared his head. Only, he didn’t. 

Word spread pretty fast around school about what had happened. Suddenly, Nadia was a charity case. PTA moms were coming up to her and offering to bring her lunch or dinner, if she needed it. She was the girl who’s dad left them high and dry. It didn’t help that on top of that, her body was going through changes much more rapidly than any of her friends. She already had gotten her period, and by the time she was in seventh grade she was wearing a D cup bra. So in addition to the sudden spotlight as the girl without a dad, boys started treating her differently. Boys that had never talked to her previously suddenly wanted to be her friend. In eighth grade, Hayden Walker rolled up a small piece of paper and shot it like a basketball into her cleavage. He high-fived his friends after and thanked her for the backboard.  

So middle school was rough. And while Nadia had had one or two boyfriends during that time, she’d never gone past kissing them. That’s not how the rumors went, though. That was the part that hurt the most. The things people said, especially the things girls said about her. Girls she thought were her friends. 

At the end of eighth grade, during the summer before high school, she got a text from her dad. The first one in 2 years! She’d idolized him her whole life, so obviously she was ready to forgive him as soon as she heard from him. He told her he was living in California and Nadia was like, I’m sold! Let’s go! Only her mother was like...are you fucking insane you are not going to California to visit that man. Long story short, she found a cheap cross country bus ticket and essentially ran away from home to see her dad! He was shocked she had come at all, despite his text message leading her to believe he wanted to see her. Apparently it was more of a courtesy text, a text so he could let go of the guilt of leaving an entire family behind. Because in the two years he’d been gone, he managed to start a new one. He had a new wife, and two newborn twins. 

Nadia was pretty furious, but she stayed the summer anyways. She had full intentions of starting high school in California and not going home to Florida. Things were tense at her father’s, though. Her “step mother” obviously didn’t like having her around, and though her bond with her father was slowly rekindling, there was still a sort of distance between them. But they were trying to make it work, at the very least. 

Then came the end of the summer. Nadia had made a few friends around the neighborhood, and was invited to an end of summer kickback with a bunch of high schoolers. Naturally, she lied about her age at the party. She was 14, but told everyone she was 16, and everyone seemed to overlook her baby face thanks to her ass and tits. At the end of the night, a boy drove her home, and the two ended up hooking up in the car. Apparently she had misjudged how much her father actually cared, because he’d waited up for her to come home, and after seeing car headlights out front, he’d stormed outside to find her in the car with a high school boy, half naked. After allowing her to gather her bearings, he essentially humiliated her right there on the front lawn, screaming about how irresponsible she was amongst other things. The majority of the conversation has since been blacked out from her mind, but she’ll never forget the look on her dad’s face when he said, “you’re nothing, you’re just like your mother, and i don’t want you anywhere near my family.”  whew !! ya girl was hurt.  

So, obviously, she was back on the way to mom’s ! Honestly at that point her mom wasn’t even mad at her for leaving she was just thankful she was back. 

GODDD okay this is getting long so I need to wrap this up. I haven’t even gotten to personality KJSHG Okay let’s wrap up high school in one bullet point. Basically she sub consciously searched for every man’s approval because she lacked the approval she needed from her father! This meant lots of boyfriends and never saying no. In her four years of high school, she was maybe single for a total of like ... seven months. not seven consecutive months lmao, 7 months in between relationships. 

one of those boys was connor perch, her first official boyfriend freshman year ! they were really sweet n young and nadia really thought she was in love. but then she gave him a blowjob and this mf recorded it ! and nadia found out after the fact, asked him to delete it, he said it was just for himself to look at, only to find out he’d sent it to his friends a few days later. so that basically set the precedent for how she’d be treated the next four years of high school ! she tried to act like it didn’t bother her but dang. high schoolers can be very mean !

oh my god i seriously have to wrap up okay this will be quick. basically when she was a senior in high school she went on a ski trip to big bear and met a boy named ethan, who she like fell in love with so fast like literally a week give it a rest girl. he was from Colorado but when she left they kept in touch and basically talked every day for the rest of the school year and throughout the summer. She’d decided to apply to Boulder University to be closer to him because this time it really felt like the real thing ! SURPRISE AGAIN ! She got to school and found out he had a girlfriend. She was really mf heartbroken over that. But did she learn her lesson? No. Does she still fall in love with anyone who looks in her direction? Yes. 

Okay and lastly she has been working all sorts of jobs throughout college because her mom is helping her pay for tuition and rent so she’s gotta cover spending money ! She ended up getting a job at Big Bear Resort during her last winter break as an ice skating instructor because she used to do ice skating back in the day. Now she works at Big Bear during her school breaks and on some weekends ! 

TLDR/Tidbits

Hopeless romantic with major daddy issues

Will overanalyze every interaction she has with anyone because she thinks they might like her

EXTREMELY GULLIBLE 

Probably will have a crush if you are even remotely nice to her 

Really dumb but means well. Literally no common sense. Complete bimbo

Cries A LOT. Complete crybaby. Happy or sad she’s probably crying

Heart of gold!! She really always means well even when she fucks up so bad I SWEAR her heart was in the right place 

Can outdrink anyone. She would drink a 6ft5in, 200 pound man under the table any day

Tequila is her choice of drink, but vodka is for her #sadgirlhours

Obsessed with Rosalía, Lana Del Rey, & Rex Orange County. And also 2010 bangers. Anything she can shake her ass to !

She pretty much used to exclusively wear mini dresses because when she realized everyone was just gonna sexualize her anyway, she was like FUCK IT, i’ll show my ass n titties n legs. Except it’s fucking like negative degrees in Colorado so she can’t do that ! Bummer. (she’ll still probably find ways to wear mini dresses)

Obsessed with makeup!! She loves doing adventurous things with eyeshadows and lipsticks  like ok euphoria 

Kinda crazy. Major crackhead vibes especially when she’s drunk! She loves going out, she’ll go out on a Tuesday, she just likes to have fun ok and dance on tables and make out with cute people

She’ll have a one night stand but just know for HER she’ll probably get attached. I’m so sorry it won’t last that long but she’ll pine for at least a week

ok that is all i’m so sorry for this shit show of an intro but here is a messy list of wc !

[arthurs-wife]

HELLO ILOVEARTHURSOMUCH UGGGH and i SHOULDNT BE READING SMUT AT WORK BUT-anyway, can i request arthur x reader(female) of reader being a virgin and sweet arthur is trying to be all gentle but he's so horny he's just dying to pound the daylights out of her and begs her for permission to do so and lets out sexy moans and grunts while he begs AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY CUMS CUZ SHE FEELS AMAZING AND THEN apologetically asks for another round !! im sorry i rambled BUT THANKS I LOVE YOU

(I LOVE U TOO, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS)

“Arthur what’s this for?”

He was standing on your porch with a single flower, his long hair pushed back in an attempt to look “presentable”. You thought it was perfect untouched.

“Just wanted to come say hello,” he said, holding the flower out. You took it, it was an orchid, bright white with a long stem.

“Well come in,” you said, turning to go back inside, “sit down while I fetch a vase.”

He took a seat and you went to the kitchen and began rummaging around for a vase to fill.

“How was the ride here?” you called, “I heard it was supposed to rain up where you are.”

“Naw,” he yelled back, “no rain.”

You pulled a vase down and set the orchid in. It really was beautiful. When you turned around you saw Arthur in the doorway. You set the vase on the table and walked over to him as sexily as you could. It was always tough judging if he was attracted to you. Well, of course he was, he was dating you, wasn’t he? But still, was he off put that you were a virgin? If so, he hid it well.

And here he was, two months later and bringing you flowers. Probably the most patient man you’d ever met. He twiddled with his belt and looked up at you, giving you the “big eyes”. How rude.

“Arthur,” you started, bouncing on your toes towards him and pulling him to you by the waistband of his jeans, “how would you like to come upstairs with me?”

You could see the excitement in his eyes immediately but he straightened up and put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Now I didn’t come here to take advantage of you, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your forehead. You responded by pressing your breasts into his stomach, forcing him to stare directly into your cleavage.

“But if you insist,” he said, tilting your chin up with a finger and kissing you lightly. Your chest felt light, you had kissed before but this was different. You were about to give yourself to this man completely. You certainly weren’t his first, look at him! You were lucky he even wanted you, as timid and unsure about yourself as you were.

You found yourself upstairs in your room, bed made up nicely and tidied up spotless. You knew the life Arthur led and it seemed the polar opposite of yours.

He approached you slowly and caressed your arm with the back of his hand. You untied your belt and pushed your dress from your shoulders, letting it fall and revealing a lacy corset with a frilly short underskirt.

Arthur let out a long sigh and stared at you for a moment.

“Not trying to take liberties here but,” he finally said, “did you get this for me?”

You nodded and turned around, placing your hands on the bed and bending over slightly. He took a couple steps and put both of his hands on your waist, his fingers wrapping almost entirely around your hips. He pressed himself against you and you could already feel his length along your backside.

“While I am trying to be sexy here Arthur,” you chuckled, “I am going to need your help getting out of this.”

He hummed and began at the top, unlacing it all the way down your back and letting it fall open, exposing your back completely. You stood up and held it to your chest, turning around to face him. With a deep breath, you let it fall to the floor.

Arthur groaned and reached out to you, cupping a breast and kissing you again. He was breathing evenly through his nose, sliding his hands up and down your waist. You unbuttoned his shirt slowly and slid it off his shoulders, letting your hands cascade down his chest. He was so broad and strong but the way he held you and touched you was so gentle.

He pushed you back onto the bed and graped the waist of your underskirt, pulling it down along your legs and letting it fall to the floor soundlessly. Here you were bare in front of him and he looked in awe. You still felt a blush along your body and crossed your knees slightly.

“None of that now baby girl,” he said, pushing them back apart slightly and gliding his hands up your thighs, your hips, your stomach, up your breasts, every inch of you he could reach. You felt his already huge erection press into your leg and you beared up on it, eager to touch it with your bare flesh.

Once his tongue was exploring your neck he reached down between your thighs and slipped a finger between your lips, gyrating a finger around your clit expertly. You inhaled sharply, you’d never done this to yourself let alone had anyone else do it. There was a buzzing in your legs and your toes curled, Arthur moved up to your lips and devoured them.

“Are you ready for me?” Arthur asked against your mouth.

“Yes,” you breathed, “please.”

His pants seemed to fly across the room and he was back between your legs again, lining himself up with you.

“Wait,” you said, reaching a hand down and grabbing what you could of his erection, slowly stroking it a few times. You just wanted to feel it first, you had no idea why. You pushed his head against you and took a sharp intake of breath. How bad would it hurt?

Once he was just barely inside he leaned over you with his arms on either side of your head, almost like he was trying to enclose you from the outside world with his body alone. It made you feel warm and safe.

“I’ll try and be gentle,” he whispered, eyes on you and pushing in as softly as he could, keeping watch on your expression the entire time.

Your breathing was as even as you could make it and it hurt some but not as much as you thought it would. When he was fully sheathed in you he let out a long sigh.

“Shit, y/n,” he mumbled, “god damn you feel amazing.”

He pulled out some and slid back in, moaning against your neck and burying his face in your hair. You felt quite pleased with yourself for feeling so amazing and pushed your hips up to meet his as best as you could, eliciting another moan from him.

He sped up, still keeping his relatively slow pace so as not to hurt you, breathing evenly through his nose again.

“Can I-” he started, apparently unable to finish.

“What is it baby?” you said, grabbing onto his waist and pushing up, making him moan again.

“Let me show you what I’m good at.”

You gulped and nodded, allowing him to take control.

He sat up and placed a hand on each thigh, letting the top half of his body tower over you like a statue. You tried to reach up and grab his stomach but threw your head back and let your mouth fall open as he jerked his hips forward and slammed his entire length into you.

It was unlike anything you’d ever felt and you were sure if by some horrible tragedy you happened to make love to anyone else it would never be this good.

But in 10 seconds he stopped. He screwed his eyes shut and after a small jerk he straightened up again, looking at you almost apologetically.

“Damn it, y/n, I’m sorry,” he said.

“What for, Arthur?” you sat up on your elbows and looked up at him.

“I might have, uh…” he looked down at himself and your eyes widened, “I’m sorry, sweetheart you just felt so good and I-”

“Hush,” you said, a big smug grin on your face, “how long until you can go again?”

“Not for a while, I’m afraid,” he said, pulling out of you and kneeling between your legs, “but no one ever accused me of not taking care of my lady.”

He reached down once more and pushed three fingers inside you, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“Oh god, Arthur,” you moaned, shoving your fingers through his hair and bucking your hips up.

Arthur fucked you gently with his fingers and sucked on you lightly, reaching his arm underneath you to grab your ass and you looked down and he looked up at you with those blue eyes and his face buried between your thick legs and damn it, it was too much. You came so hard your vision went white, you still felt him curling his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit and whispering “please baby girl, I know you can come for me”.

You regained control over your limbs and he pulled out of your warmth, kissing your thighs and making his way up to lay next to you. With one hand on your breast he curled up around you and buried his face in your next.

You thought he was sleeping until he broke the silence-

“How the hell did you get that thing on by yourself?”

You laughed and laughed until he kissed you again, making good on his promise to make it up to you.

[crescentmoon223]

hi!! for the prompt: pre x files scully is sent to observe stella’s work on the field and take notes,, idk if this makes any sense so feel free to adjust it to your liking 💞

First of all, sorry it took me a million years to write this! And secondly, I hope this is what you had in mind. It took some time for me to work this one out in my head. Obviously, this is AU 😏

Power

“Trainees,today you’ll each be shadowing an agent in the field. This is an opportunity toobserve, to learn, to ask questions, and to test your skills as future agents.I encourage you to take full advantage and utilize every chance to further yourtraining,” Agent Carson said from the podium at the head of the lecture hall. Thedoor behind him opened, and men and women in neatly pressed suits began to fileinto the room.

DanaScully sat up straighter in her seat. A day in the field shadowing an agent wasan invaluable opportunity. Plus, it would be exciting, a chance to get a tasteof her future career and a break from training, drills, and testing. If she waslucky, she’d get to observe a case where she could show off her medical knowledge.

“WhenI call your name, please proceed to the front of the room and locate the agentyou’ve been assigned to,” Carson continued. “Trainee Abernathy, you’re withAgent Lopez.”

Abernathymade his way down the aisle and paired off with one of the men in suits. Danagathered her notebook and pen, stowing them in her bag so she’d be ready whenher name was called, not for the first time wishing she were closer to thebeginning of the alphabet. At least she’d chosen to sit in the front row, so shehad a better view of the line of agents than most of her classmates. The agentswere an intimidating bunch on the whole, staring stone faced out at the roomfull of trainees.

Danawasn’t intimidated, though. On the contrary, it was all she could do not toraise her hand in a futile attempt to hurry the process. Tapping one footagainst the floor, she watched as her classmates were called, one by one.

“Scully,you’re with Gibson,” Carson called finally.

Danastood so quickly her chair squeaked against the floor, smoothing her hands overher T-shirt and khaki pants. She picked up her jacket and bag and made her waytoward the row of agents remaining at the front of the room. A dozen piercingstares lasered onto her as she approached.

Shelifted her chin, tucking a flyaway strand of hair neatly behind her ear,painfully aware that not only was she one of the youngest trainees in herclass, but also that she looked even younger than her twenty-six years. Add hergender and small stature to the mix, and she had her work cut out for her. She’dalready had a bitter taste of just how hard it was going to be for her to betaken seriously in her chosen field. Case in point, the man in front of hergrunted in annoyance, as if the possibility of being paired with her wasridiculous.

Shepulled herself up taller as she passed him, grateful his badge read Timmons andnot Gibson. She passed by several more men, receiving more condescending looks,until she was ready to scream, I’m older and stronger than you think. Icould kick your ass if I needed to.

Butshe didn’t, of course, although she was sure her eyes were spitting fire by thetime she approached a petite blonde woman whose badge read Stella Gibson. Somethinginside Dana relaxed, as if her spine had been held taut by an elastic band thathad just loosened, at least a little bit. But her momentary relief atdiscovering she’d been assigned to work with a female agent evaporated as she metAgent Gibson’s eyes, because…whoa.

Danarocked back on her heels. This woman was every bit as powerful and intimidatingas the men she’d walked past, if not more so. She was in her mid-forties, impeccablydressed in a white silk blouse and black pencil skirt, her piercing blue eyescoolly assessing Dana with an intensity that made her squirm. Steeling herself,she stuck out her hand. “Trainee Scully.”

Gibsontook her hand, giving it a firm shake. “DSI Gibson.”

“You’reBritish,” Dana blurted, and the hint of a smile crossed the other woman’s lips.

“Iam, yes,” she confirmed, her tone brisk but not dismissive. “Not an FBI agenteither, although I’m assisting the Bureau for the summer. Your agent in chargewas short-handed today, so I agreed to step in.”

“Well,I’m ready,” Dana told her, confidence rebounding. “Do you know what kind ofcase we’ll be working on today? I’m a medical doctor, so I could get my bag ifyou think it would be useful.” She paused, mentally calculating how long itwould take her to run back to her dorm.

Gibsonshook her head, leading the way toward the door. “That won’t be necessary.You’ll just be observing today, Trainee Scully.”

Danacaught herself watching the sway of DSI Gibson’s hips as she walked and avertedher gaze to the notebook in her arms. She was on her way to her first crime scene!Her ponytail flopped against her neck with each step as she rushed to keep upwith DSI Gibson. The detective’s stride was brisk and purposeful, while Danafelt somewhat like an overeager puppy following in her wake. Nerves battledexcitement in her belly, making her feel as if she’d drank too much soda andnow the carbonation was fizzing inside her, looking for a way out.

“Rightover here,” Gibson said, leading Dana toward a government-issued silver sedan.Her demeanor was curt but not condescending, which hopefully boded well forDana’s learning potential today.

“So,you work for the Metropolitan Police?” she asked as she climbed into thepassenger seat. She set her bag on the floor before buckling the seatbeltacross her lap.

“Yes,”the detective answered.

Theinside of the car smelled vaguely…feminine was the best word Dana could thinkof to describe it. The air carried a hint of DSI Gibson’s perfume or hershampoo, something fresh and floral. Dana was accustomed to being around femaleagents who attempted to blend in with their male counterparts by wearing pantsand trying to look and act as tough as possible. It was a strategy Dana hadalready begun to mimic. She desperately wanted to be taken seriously, wantedthe patronizing looks to end.

Incontrast, the woman next to her oozed sexuality. Her makeup was flawless, herblonde hair perfectly coiffed. Her clothes looked expensive and flattered herfigure. Everything about her was soft and feminine, and yet, she gave off anintimidatingly powerful vibe. Instinctively, Dana knew this was not a woman tomess with.

“Howdid you wind up assisting the FBI for the summer?” Dana asked as they drove.

“Afavor for a former colleague.”

Apparently,Gibson was also a woman of few words. Dana made several more attempts to get aconversation started, receiving polite but brief responses in return. She sowanted to pick this woman’s brain, to learn anything and everything she couldfrom their time together today, but apparently, she’d have to learn byobserving, because asking questions was getting her nowhere.

Theydrove for about a half hour, eventually pulling to a stop on a quiet residentialstreet. Well, Dana imagined it was usually quiet. Today, the narrow, tree-linedstreet was bursting with law enforcement vehicles. Crime scene tape surroundeda single-story brick house on the left. Officers and crime scene techs bustledabout, marking and examining the area.

“It’syour lucky day, Trainee Scully,” DSI Gibson said as she parked the car. “Manyof your classmates will be observing break-ins and other misdemeanor crimescenes today, but we’ll be working an active homicide.”

“Oh.”Dana straightened in her seat, excitement sparking inside her. Her first crimescene, and it was a homicide! It was her lucky day. The experience shegained today would be invaluable to her future in the bureau. “I can’t wait toget started.”

“That’sthe spirit,” DSI Gibson said, lips quirking as she got out of the car.

Danagrabbed her notepad and pen, following the detective as she crossed the streetto speak to the officer working the perimeter of the crime scene. The youngman’s gaze dropped to DSI Gibson’s cleavage as they approached, and when helooked up, there was nothing professional about his smile.

Gibsonstared him down until he cleared his throat, his expression sobering. Then shegave her and Dana’s names, which he jotted in his ledger before ushering thembeneath the crime scene tape.

“Rightthis way, ma’am,” he said, nodding politely as she passed.

Impressive.

Knowingshe was only here to observe, Dana bit her tongue, holding her questions for amore appropriate time as they made their way into the house. Gibson stopped tospeak with several other officers—all men—as they walked, and she handled eachof them effortlessly, never raising her voice or betraying even a hint ofimpatience as her credentials were repeatedly questioned.

Bythe time she and Dana had reached the upstairs bedroom where the bodies werelocated, Gibson had a flock of admirers following in her wake, which she eitherdidn’t notice or refused to acknowledge. “This may be difficult,” she toldDana. “Please don’t hesitate if you need to step out for a moment. It happensto the best of us.”

Dana’sgaze settled on the two blood-soaked bodies in the master bed. Her fingersclenched around her notepad, eager to observe DSI Gibson in action and soak upevery drop of knowledge she spilled.

Gibsonapproached the bed. “Suspected murder suicide. Fred and Martha Hutchins.Married for over thirty years.”

Danastepped up beside her, taking in the carnage. Martha Hutchins lay on her back,eyes closed, an almost peaceful expression on her face, aside from the bulletwound in her temple. Her husband lay on his side facing her, fingers stillclenched around the gun in his mouth. Dana felt a tug of sadness for them,especially Martha. What had prompted this man to kill his wife and thenhimself?

“Areyou all right?” Gibson asked.

Danalooked over and saw the detective watching her closely. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Gibsonlooked unconvinced, and Dana realized she’d probably expected her to have astronger reaction to the scene, the blood, the mess, the scent of death in theair. She’d assumed Dana had never seen anything like this before.

“Thisis my first crime scene,” Dana told her, “but I saw more than my fair share ofbodies in medical school.”

“Ah,”Gibson said with a slight nod. “That would make a difference, I suppose.”

Shebegan questioning the officers who’d been first on the scene, quickly andefficiently working the room while Dana followed in her wake, making notes.Since it would not actually be up to her to solve the crime, her notespertained mostly to things that caught her interest and questions she’d like toask DSI Gibson later, if the opportunity presented.

Asit turned out, the couple had left a joint suicide note. Apparently, Martha wasin the early stages of dementia, and Fred had recently been diagnosed withterminal cancer. Knowing he soon wouldn’t be around to care for her, they’ddecided to leave this life together.

“That’sso sad,” Dana said softly, peering over the detective’s shoulder as she rereadthe note. “And maybe even a little bit romantic, in a tragic kind of way.”

“Let’snot romanticize a murder-suicide,” Gibson said briskly.

“Right,”Dana murmured, dropping her gaze to the notepad in her hands.

Shespent the next hour following DSI Gibson around, becoming increasinglyimpressed with the way the detective handled the other officers at the scene.So quiet, but so…powerful. She was in charge, and everyone knew it. Andyet, she wasn’t bulldozing her way around the room the way Dana might have ifshe’d been asked to lead, attempting to force the men here to take herseriously.

Quietstrength, she wrote in her notepad.

Powerstance

Pokerface

Unflappable

Cooldemeanor

Professional

Kind

Beforeshe’d realized what she was doing, she had filled two pages with observationsabout DSI Gibson, trying to pinpoint what it was about her that allowed her tocommand control of a room full of law enforcement so effortlessly. If Danacould just figure it out, it might be the most important thing she learnedtoday.

Shehad chosen a male-dominated, testosterone-fueled field—two of them actually, ifshe included medicine—and she could use all the help she could get innavigating her way through it. Gibson teased a lock of hair between herfingers, tossing it over her shoulder. She was mesmerizing to watch, sobeautiful, so effortlessly cool and in control.

Hairtoss,Dana wrote, wanting to remember the way DSI Gibson flipped her hair over hershoulder. It was sexy, but also indescribably powerful to watch.

Cleavage

Fittedskirt

Heels

Okay,her list had taken an unprofessional turn. Dana’s cheeks heated, and she closedher notebook, clutching it against her chest. Maybe she ought to spend a fewminutes observing without the distraction of her notetaking.

Sheshadowed DSI Gibson as she finished her investigation and led the way back tothe car. They’d been inside the house for hours, and Dana felt sweaty andrumpled from the activity. The woman beside her looked impossibly as fresh asshe had when they’d gone in. How did she even do that? Was it some sort ofBritish magic?

“Didyou get everything you needed?” Gibson asked, gesturing to the notebook claspedin Dana’s lap.

“Yes,I think so,” she said. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions while youdrive?”

“Notat all,” Gibson said as she started the car.

“Perfect.”She’d managed to contain herself while they were inside, but she had questions,so many questions. This time with DSI Gibson was an invaluableopportunity to learn, to grow, to figure out how to handle herself in a man’sworld.

Danashifted to fasten her seatbelt, and the notebook slipped from her lap, floppingopen in the gap between the front seats. Gibson reached for it, pausing in theact of handing it back to Dana as her gaze caught on…oh God, it was the list ofpower attributes she’d written.

Shelooked at Dana now, her blue eyes gone glacier cold. “Is this a joke?”

Danasqueezed her eyes shut as embarrassment burned its way up her neck, resistingthe urge to snatch the notebook out of the detective’s hand. “No, ma’am,” shesaid quietly. “It’s…I was trying to figure out how you do it.”

“HowI do what?” Gibson asked, her tone edged in steel.

“Howyou…command a room,” Dana managed, forcing herself to meet the other woman’sgaze, hating the hostility she saw reflected back at her. Cleavage,she’d written. Heels. God, it looked like she was objectifying her thesame way the male officers inside had. Dana wanted to melt through thefloorboard and disappear. “You make it look so easy. They respect you. Iwant…someday, I want them to respect me too.”

Gibsonsighed, her gaze again dropping to the notebook as she glanced over the rest ofDana’s notes. When she looked back up, her eyes had softened. “It’s not in theway I dress.”

“Isn’tit?” Dana countered. “The other female agents I know try to dress as much liketheir male counterparts as possible, to blend in, I guess. I do it too.”

“You’llnever get ahead by blending in,” Gibson told her, handing the notebook back toDana. “You want to stand out, to be noticed, but for the right reasons.”

“Likewhat?” she asked breathlessly.

Gibson’stongue darted over her lips, wetting them, and Dana stared, transfixed. “Youhave to walk into a room like you belong there. If you’re in charge, act likeit. You can’t ask for respect or hope that it will be given to you. Expect it.Demand it.”

“Youdidn’t,” Dana said. “You didn’t demand anything of anyone today.”

“Didn’tI?” She cocked a perfectly plucked brow.

“Oh,”Dana said, her voice gone whisper soft as she remembered how Gibson walked intothe crime scene earlier, with the quiet confidence of a woman who owned theplace. She’d demanded that respect without ever saying a word.

“Itwon’t be easy,” Gibson said, the edge gone from her voice now. “You’ll have towork twice as hard, and still, it will take you longer to rise through theranks. You’ll receive lower pay and fewer accolades, and your male colleagueswill harass and belittle you every step of the way.”

“Oh,”Dana said again, even quieter. Yes, she’d known this, but somehow, for a fewminutes, she’d allowed herself to believe that if she owned a room like StellaGibson, the disadvantages she faced would disappear.

“Butthat doesn’t mean you don’t have power,” Gibson said in her crisp accent. “Knowyour assets and use them.”

“Myassets?” She felt herself flushing again, and this time not entirely fromembarrassment. Reflexively, she reached up and touched the outline of the crosspendant tucked beneath her T-shirt.

“You’rea woman. Don’t try to mask that fact. Use it to your advantage. People willunderestimate you, expect you to be weak. Sometimes, you can use thatassumption to trip up an unsuspecting criminal. Most of them are not nearly asintelligent as they appear on television.”

Danagrinned. “I bet.”

DSIGibson’s lips quirked in response. “Take them down when they’re least expectingit.”

“Ithink I need to…” Dana reached for her notebook, frantically jotting downeverything Gibson had said.

“Perhapsmost importantly, you can be an advocate for other women,” Gibson said. “Don’tlet female victims be seen through a male lens. See them. Speak up for them.”

“Yes.”She nodded as she wrote.

“Beconfident and unapologetic, but never compromise your integrity.”

“Thankyou,” she told the detective earnestly. “Really. This might be the mostvaluable advice I’ve gotten since I started my training at the academy.”

Gibsonnodded as she shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. Shedrove for a few minutes in silence before her gaze darted to Dana. “Perhapsyou’d like to continue this conversation later?”

“Yes,”Dana answered automatically. She felt like she could listen to this woman speakfor a million years and never learn all there was to know about her, or fromher. And also, it gave her a strange thrill to think of seeing DSI Gibson againlater, in a more casual or informal setting. Dana had always been an unabashedteacher’s pet, but this felt…different.

“There’sa bar in my hotel. Say, eight o’clock?”

“I’llsee you there.”

[drwnng-ophelia]

I’ll Come Back For You | Michael Langdon x Reader

   Chapter 5

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Pairing: Michael Langdon / Female Reader

Genre/Warnings: Rated M for smut (series)

Summary: Not even your wildest imagination, your impossible dreamscapes, could have prepared you for finding your savior in the man who was none other but the spawn of Satan. Michael Langdon. [this is based on a prompt where the reader, ultimately, will go back in time to fight Mallory and to save Michael]

   Resolution/Denouement

 Scene 1 Your clicking heels and the whispering skirt of your dress were the only sounds as you wandered through the cavernous hallways. Michael had asked you to change for the imminent journey to the Sanctuary and you had followed his wish although you knew that you would never leave. Cordelia was terribly close, her proximity making your power tingle in anticipation. Everything would culminate soon. Too soon maybe.

As a pleasant surprise, you had a found a stunning black gown waiting for you on your bed. Its v-shaped neckline allowed a tasteful show of cleavage and from the waist down the skirt flared out in a subtle a-line, ending in a small train. Crafted from sheer silk georgette, it was adorned with rows and rows of pearls and crystals, their placement tactical and narrow enough to ensure that certain places of your body wouldn’t be exposed. As you had adjusted the long sleeves, you turned in front of the mirror. You looked as if you were wrapped in the night sky; you looked like a queen. His queen.

Outpost 3 was eerily quiet now that almost everyone was dead. This place had suddenly changed from being a shelter to becoming a tomb; if only for a few of its inhabitants. You tried to fight the tightness in your chest, telling yourself that you would right all of this when your moment had come. You sent a silent prayer to your mother, asking her for guidance.

Suddenly, your thoughts and the chilling calmness were disrupted by the sound of a gunshot. A voice inside your head whispered that nothing had happened to Michael and, yet, you hurried to his room, heart hammering in your chest as you finally pushed open the door.

You were still catching your breath, your anxiety only subsiding slightly, as you saw Miss Venable lying on the floor, a pool of crimson slowly creeping out from beneath her body. When your eyes slid to Michael, you saw him take a satisfied breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his delicious lips. Miss Mead had shot her mistress, her mechanical hand shaking as it was still clutching the gun, the movement and the panic in her eyes so much like a human’s. Quiet, you stood in the doorway, allowing Michael to explain himself, to activate some memory in Miss Mead’s system so that she realized her true function. To serve him, to be with him.

The robot was still coming to terms with its reality, when Michael finally shifted his focus to you, “You look stunning. Tonight, you’re a full-fledged goddess, my dear.” Usually, his compliment would trigger a blush blossoming over your cheeks, but all you could do was give him a weak smile. His brow furrowed, confused by your lack of reaction, “What is it?” But you didn’t have to tell him. He could feel them just as clearly as you could. “A powerful presence,” he noted, his voice coated with ice…and fear. “I thought everyone was dead?” Miss Mead looked between you, confused. “Not anymore.” Michael held out his hand, a silent request for you to follow him.

Power stirred within you when your fingers interlaced with his. You would face the Supreme with him, standing by his side. Ultimately, you were as different as Michael. Cordelia wasn’t your leader, could never be your leader. There was no point in pretending that you would side with her in this fight.

Faint voices traveled through the hall, telling you that Mallory, Coco, and Dinah had been brought back to life — and that their identity spell had been lifted. You could practically feel Mallory’s magic awakening as it started to settle back into every fiber of her body, stretching and yawning after having slumbered for too long. “They are weaker than me,” you muttered as you finally destroyed the adamant walls within you, giving your power free reign for the first time. It flooded you with such violent force that you had to pause for a moment. You braced yourself against the wall, the cold stone biting into your palms as you tried to steady yourself with a few deep breaths, stars dancing before your eyes.

“What did you just say?” Michael checked and slid an arm around your waist to support you. A fire burned in his eyes, revealing that he had heard your words, he just needed you to confirm them. Together you could wipe out the witches with a simple snap of your fingers. It was what he wanted from you, had maybe wanted ever since he had sensed your power for the first time. But it wasn’t your purpose. It wasn’t part of the plan.

“I need a moment.” It wasn’t a lie. You could still not see clearly as you freed yourself from his grasp and relaxed against the wall, your hand resting on the scythe that started to burn against your skin. Around you, it felt like the walls were caving in and as your hazy view wandered aimlessly, you suddenly noticed a tall shadow moving towards you. Not your mother, not a witch. Something else.

“Who are you?” you whispered, ignoring Michael’s urges which sounded muffled and far away. “You asked for guidance, child. Come with me and I will take you to the place where you are needed. What happens here is not for your eyes,” the man’s voice was warm, gentle, and oddly familiar. “But he needs me.” You searched for Michael but you were unable to find him in the cloud of darkness that suddenly surrounded you. “He needs you elsewhere,” the voice assured you and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

The scythe that had been hanging around your neck dissolved into thin air and you understood that your power had burned it instinctively. Chronos. You had called upon Chronos, the personification of time. “Let me at least tell him goodbye,” you begged, terror flooding your body. Michael would be alone again, abandoned by yet another person he had trusted. You were no better than the people who had misused him in the past. But Time ignored your plea and as he wrapped his soft wings around you, silver lined your eyes. Somewhere, far away, hidden in the darkness, you could hear Michael call out your name, the sound of his desperation reverberating through time and space.

 Scene 2 Although the Californian sun was burning down on you relentlessly, Chronos wrapped a dark cloak around your shoulders, its fabric swallowing up the surrounding light. “Keep yourself hidden at any cost, no one is to see you. Time does not react well to any confusion,” he explained calmly, “Although your power is strong enough to veil you, you should wear your brother’s cloak. It is crafted from materialized darkness so that not even the witches can sense you.”

You nodded at the old man in front of you, his white feathered wings now folded tightly behind his back, “Why are we here? Where is the house my mother showed me?” Chronos had brought you both to a somewhat busy street that was lined with stores, people scurrying around as they ran their errands, completely unaware of the deity in their midst. “You need to see her,” he just said, gesturing to a young woman who hurried down the street. She was still dressed in her uniform which gave away her identity even though her hair was now unbound and curtained her face. Mallory.

With curiosity, you watched her from under your obscuring veil of shadow, observed how she changed her clothing in a store and then stole a luxurious car from the street. Mallory took whatever she wanted and needed, not sparing a single thought to the consequences. Her carelessness was baffling and a part of you instantaneously knew that she would never offer her hand to Michael. No, she would rather cut it off. The usually gentle and kind witch was out for bloodshed, her mind purely set on revenge; not salvation. You decided to thank Chronos for having removed you from the Outpost when he had, otherwise you might have killed her then and there.

Time’s wings wrapped around you anew, moving you through the world, from one place to the other, with marvelous ease. His feathery darkness only enveloped you for a short moment before the sun’s rays beckoned you to open your eyes again. Stretching out in front of you, was the place where everything had begun and where it would all come to an end: Murder House.

The house appeared quiet, peaceful even, although you could feel the spirits stirring inside, curious about the unexpected presence of such a strong celestial being that stood at the border of their eternal prison. But instead of considering to spare any of them, Chronos turned to you, ignoring the screaming souls entirely, “This is where I leave you.” He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your forehead, “Remember why you are here and let your power guide you.”

You nodded slowly, slightly distracted by the eyes that observed you carefully from inside the red brick building, “Thank you for helping me.” Chronos inclined his head and with a forceful flap of his large wings, he disappeared into nothingness, diving into the void between the worlds. When he was gone, the spirits quieted; apparently, Erebus’ cloak not only obscured you from the witches, but also from any spirits.

Even from where you stood, their disappointment was conspicuous, the balmy afternoon air carrying it on its wind as it danced around the house. Their whispers told you enough about how desperately they wanted to leave this place. Maybe you would find a way of helping them once you had saved Michael?

A heated argument coming from next door pulled you out of your musings abruptly. Constance Langdon’s voice was shrill and the words she spat at her grandson brought about a lump in your throat. It wasn’t easy to stand witness to her spite, albeit that you had already heard her hateful speech, every syllable burned into your memory. Decidedly, you swallowed hard and blinked the tears away that burned behind your eyes. You had to be strong now. With silent steps you approached the house, tensely waiting for Michael to emerge.

Against your will, you stood by, not revealing yourself, when young Michael Langdon finally stepped out of the house, barefoot, his sun yellow t-shirt damp from the tears that were still falling down his cheeks. Your heart ached for the precious boy as he padded onto the front lawn, his wheat blonde curls shining like liquid gold in the daylight. His anxiety and pain surrounded him like a thick cloud as he looked up and down the street with wide eyes, not knowing where to go or who to turn to.

In the distance, you could hear the screeching of tires against hot blacktop road, the sound urging you to hurry after the boy. As you ran, you pulled off your brother’s cloak, the movement forceful enough to send some of the pearls and crystals that adorned your dress clattering to the ground. The souls in the house awoke anew, craning their necks so they could observe the source of the power that had just been unveiled.

The moment you caught up with Michael, you cast off your obscuring veil, your sudden appearance startling him so much that he stopped dead in his tracks. Your palms connected with his slim shoulders to push him out of the way, sending him staggering back until he landed on his bottom. Instinctively, you held up your hand, forcing the car to an abrupt stop as if it hit an invisible wall. Mallory would suffer from more than a whiplash when you were done with her. “W-what’s going on?” Michael’s voice trembled with fear, his eyes shifting between you and the young witch that climbed out of the car. “I’ll explain later,” you promised, “You’re safe now. I’m here for you. I came back for you.”

Raw power. You could feel it now, what he was made of. No wonder Mallory had chosen this moment in time. He was vulnerable and untested, unaware of the gifts that were slumbering inside of him. Carefully, you sent tendrils of your power in his direction, letting it snake around him until it had created an invisible, shielding cage that would protect him from Mallory. And protect you from him.

You turned to bare your teeth at the young witch, the new Supreme. “[Y/N], what are you doing here? How did you…?” her doe eyes wandered over your body until she was certain that you were unscathed. But then her gaze slid to Michael, who was cowering in the grass, horror written on his youthful features. “By the help of my family,” you explained coldly, claiming her attention.

At the sound of that word, Mallory finally realized that you were not here to help her, not here to end the Antichrist. She understood that you didn’t consider her or the rest of the Coven your family. Neither Cordelia nor Myrtle had helped you here. It had been someone else.

“Killing a child in cold blood,” you clicked your tongue at her and shook your head in disappointment. “He will bring about the Apocalypse,” she sounded pleading and gestured towards the young man, “He will kill us all.” “He doesn’t have to. His path isn’t set in stone. You could and should have helped him,” you clarified, disgust lacing your words, “But you chose against it, blinded by absolute anger and animosity.” “You’re insane!” she exclaimed and you felt her magic nagging at you, no more than a small fly that you could swat away with a wave of your hand.

“Your parlor tricks won’t work on me, Mallory. Not anymore. While you and Coco were concealed by the identity spell, my own power awoke.” It was too easy to wield your divine magic and to let it lace through the young woman’s gifts, binding it down with adamant chains while you circled her predatorily, “I found out why my spells didn’t work, why I was so behind on everything.”

“Why?” she spat the question at you, struggling against your mental hold, against the talons that you dragged over her magic tauntingly. “I’m not only a witch,” you took a deep, satisfied breath before you continued, something you had seen Michael do so many times at the Outpost. It was difficult to ignore the pang of missing him, but you succeeded in shoving it to the back of your head for now. “I’m a demi-goddess, daughter of Ananke, sister of the Moirai.” “You’re the daughter of Fate,” fear rang in her voice, but you had no comforting words to say to her. Not anymore. When she had chosen what she wanted to do to the young Antichrist, her own destiny had been rewritten. “Michael’s fate wasn’t settled yet, but yours is now,” you felt the ripple of comfort as your sisters answered your silent call and started to manifest behind you, carrying a gift with them, “Meet Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.”

The three goddesses were dressed in exquisite dark robes, hoods drawn so their faces were hidden. Clotho came to stand beside you, carrying a spindle in her delicate hands. “Do you know what this is, Mallory?” you asked, taking the thread that Lachesis now offered you. The goddess gave you a small reassuring nod as you wound the silken strand between your fingers. “My…life,” the witch swallowed hard as she watched you toying with it. Atropos chucked darkly, hungry to fulfill her purpose. “I see now that I measured it too generously,” Clotho said in a voice that was even softer than the thread you held in your hand.

The ground seemed to shudder when Atropos produced her shears from inside her robe, its metal glistening in the sun. “Please, you should cut his fate and not mine!” Mallory begged, sinking to her knees in defeat. “I have not woven his thread,” Clotho explained with an elegant shrug. “And even if she had I would not have measured it,” Lachesis clarified. “And I am not to cut it,” Atropos concluded, “Neither will I cut yours.” Mallory let go of a breath she had been holding, relief washing over her features.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you heard your blood rushing in your ears when Atropos handed you the shears, “My sister will do the honors.” The tool was surprisingly heavy and you weighed it in your hand for a moment, your eyes locking with Mallory’s in these last moments. “For betraying an innocent like this,” you lined up the shears, sliding the blades apart and placing the thread between them, “For refusing to help him, both then and now, you shall pay with your life.”

“He is the Antichrist, he deserves to die!” Mallory cried out. “You do not get to make that decision, feeble human,” Atropos hissed. You shook your head at the witch, “Insulting the inevitable fate, death, is never a good idea. May you rot in hell.” The shears snapped shut, the blades cutting through Mallory’s thread like a warm knife through butter. And just like that, she toppled over, her head hitting the street with a soft thud. The new Supreme was dead, giving space to someone else, someone more capable, someone who was only half a witch.

“You did well, sister,” Atropos took the shears from your trembling hand and pressed a small kiss onto your cheek, “Release these souls when your mate has grown into who he is supposed to become.” She gestured towards the house, but you were too preoccupied with her words, “Mate?” “He is your other half, my dear,” Clotho said softly and kissed you goodbye. “Only together you are a whole. The Apocalypse came about because he found you too late and became enslaved instead,” Lachesis explained and brushed her lips against your forehead, “Hold him dear and you will live a prosperous life.” With those words, your sisters disappeared and left you behind, with a dead body on the street, a house full of screaming souls behind you, and a frightened boy sitting on the grass.

“What just happened?” he demanded, his voice shaking when you came to kneel before him. Slowly, you retreated the vines that had been securing him and took his hands into his. “I’m here to bring you to safety, Michael,” you said gently, carefully wiping away the tears that were still staining his face, “Come with me. There’s someone you need to meet.”

“Who are you?” he wanted to know as he let you guide him to the car that Mallory had stolen. “I’ll introduce myself later,” you evaded and picked up Erebus’ cloak before sitting down behind the wheel. “I never meant to hurt anyone,” he sniffled as he fastened his seatbelt. You allowed yourself to take in this devastatingly beautiful boy who was now finally given the chance to become a great man. “I know that. And so will the people that will take you in.”

Exhaustion washed over Michael by the time you hit the freeway, speeding down a still very well-known route: you were going home. On your way there, you sometimes felt the boy shudder, violent memories dancing through his dreams. Whenever nightmares breached through his soft slumber, you would take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, telling him that he was safe. You took a deep breath when you came to a stop in front of your house and looked at the home that was now dipped in a golden orange shade by the sinking sun. The blue hydrangeas were stretching towards the last rays of light and the grass on the front lawn looked to be freshly cut. Nothing looked out of place, everything was untouched by any evilness, catastrophe or tragedy. No, this place didn’t need any resolution.

“Michael,” you said gently, stirring him awake. His pale blue eyes glistened in the burning light, his fear exchanged for tranquility as he answered your smile. “We’re here. Just walk up to this door and give the man this cloak. He will take care of you.” “Can’t you come with me?” he muttered, brows pulled up when he realized you weren’t coming with him. “I, um…will meet you inside, I promise.” You leaned over to him, cradling him for a moment until you placed a kiss on his cheek, kissing away the tear that had crept from his eye. “This is not a goodbye,” you promised and gave him the bundle of darkness, “Now, go. I’m right behind you.”

Although tentative at first, Michael got out of the car, his pale blue eyes flickering back to you before he walked up to the front door. Carefully you wrapped your veil of shadows around yourself and then followed him.

The images your mother had planted in your mind flashed before your eyes with every step that you took towards the house. And with every step, you felt how you melted into someone else, as you felt yourself return to the young woman whose father had just opened the door for a strange, young boy, tearstained and blonde locks in disarray. A young boy who from that day one would live with you, as a part of your family.

You tried desperately to hold on to the images. To the first kiss you would share with Michael, both of you dipped in the cold blue light of the next full moon, fingers interlaced and souls bound to one another. To your beautiful wedding dress that you wore during the charming fall ceremony, where Miss Cordelia was smiling proudly at you, her successor. To the feeling of the growing bump hidden underneath your black sundress, to your awareness of the incredibly powerful child that you were carrying for Michael, for yourself.

The world had been given the chance to better itself one more time, the souls of Murder House would be released, while you were showering the Antichrist, a man of flesh and blood, with the love that he was entitled to. As you helped him cope with his urges, as you strengthened him as he strengthened you. As you showed him what joy and happiness felt like. Michael was your companion, your best friend, your lover. Your other half.

You returned to your young self with a smile, looking forward to your bright future, the images now merely a shadow that would sometimes revisit you in your dreams. And Michael…Michael had been given the fate that he had always deserved.

Hey fam! This was the last chapter of the miniseries! I hope you enjoyed it! I’ll work on some requests now and go back to my other fic, Hunter and Prey. ♥️

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Two Faced (Ch.4)

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➵ Pairing(s): Gang!Jungkook x Female!OC & Gang!Mark Lee x Female!OC x Gang!Seokjin

➵ Genre(s):  College!AU, Mafia/Gang!AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Love Triangle & Slight-Fluff

➵ Warning(s): None for this chapter

➵ Words: 4.4K

➵ Co-writer: @softjeon​

➵ Summary: Two girls. Two gangs. One craved absolute control over the city of Seoul. While, the other simply craved sleep and good grades. Now, what do these two ladies have in common? Simple. They have nothing in common—or so they think. Everyone knows the saying, “never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe there is something more to these two than meets the eye…especially when one of them is suddenly thrown into the underground life. Loyalties will be tested. Romance will blossom. Yup. Sounds like an average college day…

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Chapter 4 - So My Roomie is a Gang Leader

A few days later, Sumin still had yet to crack the mystery that was Sowon. Whenever they attended classes, meaning Sumin dragged her roommate along because she had grown tired of Sowon’s professor looking at her like they had no idea what she was talking about, Sowon behaved like the first time they had meant. Yet when they were back home, the lazy roommate turned into this confident, almost cold-hearted person.

Seriously, Sumin practically experienced whiplash from the many times that Sowon had abruptly changed personas. However, the innocent little lady refused to give up until she uncovered the truth about Sowon and her mysterious group of boys.

To this day, Sumin doesn’t know what they do, how they met Sowon, or even why the sudden silence whenever she came into the room?

So many questions yet so little time—especially now since Sowon was currently shoving every single style of dress at her, demanding that she’d try them on.

“Wait, try this dress on!” yelled Sowon as she threw yet another short and tight dress over the dressing room door.

Sumin groaned loudly. Sowon didn’t quite understand Sumin’s reasoning for disliking the whole “going to the club”. Though, deep down. Sumin knew that Sowon could care less about what she disliked—well—for the most part.

“Sowon! I think this dress is shorter than the last one you chucked at me…!” Sumin whined; her eyes widened as she took in her reflection. All she saw was legs, legs, and more legs. Oh, she couldn’t forget the semi-exposure of her cleavage too…

Sumin chuckled, secretly finding Sumin’s discomfort a bit amusing. The secretive gang leader knew what she was doing. She was never oblivious to Sumin’s body type, especially, when she noticed that this petite girl had some curves to her. How did she noticed? It’s simple, really. Sowon had noticed when Sumin was being trained by Seokjin. Honestly, after that day, Sowon questioned why her innocent little roomie never wore anything tight. Like, a nicely fitted blouse, or even a cocktail type of dress that accentuated her best features.

If Sumin thought Sowon was a mystery, then Sumin would be like a cold-case for Sowon.

Two girls with their own hidden secrets.

Sounds like a fun game…

Hours had passed, and the two girls finally left the clothing store with two shopping bags in each arm.

“I still think you should’ve gotten that cute black dress. I think you would’ve looked cute in that lace.” commented Sowon, pouting cutely.

Sumin grimaced, “Weren’t you the one that told me that the dress looked like something a mom would wear, though?” She pointed out, giving her roomie a knowing look.

Sowon laughed, “I was using reverse-psychology on you. Honestly, I wanted you to get that dress since it represents your personality quite well.”

Sumin tilted her head slightly; confusion slowly appeared on her face.

“How so?” She asked.

Sowon simply hummed in response as she thought about how she could explain it without unknowingly offending her sunshine.

“Just trust me, okay?” Sowon winked at her roommate playfully and lead her back to her car. Sumin still had no idea what this all was about and she seriously had no idea why she was playing along. Maybe she liked the rush of it all a little too much already.

When they parked in front of Sowon’s mansion again, Sumin just followed the leader as always.

“You will have some last minute training with Jin in a bit.” Sowon announced as she  turned and walked a little backwards until they were in her room that she normally shared with Jungkook but when Sumin stayed over—it was theirs. It was always put her in a rather good mood whenever she thought about how that even occurred.

Apparently, Sumin had pulled her aside one night, telling her that she won’t stay in a random room nor will sleep with any of the boys. Sowon sat down at the edge of her bed as she eyed the slightly nervous Sumin, who still had no idea what it was all about. Biting her lip, Sowon contemplated for a while. She needed to let Sumin in. Either way it would get quite dangerous for her. Sumin must have an idea already on who she really was, but still—the innocent girl stayed quiet and in a weird way, she trusted Sowon.

Now standing in their shared bedroom, Sumin groaned, throwing her head back. After what seemed like an eternity of shopping, the last thing the tired girl wanted to do was train with Seokjin. Even more so, when she didn’t have a clear explanation as to why she had to train in the first place. When she originally asked Sowon why she had to train, the older woman would simply say,

“Because, I can easily break you with my hugs, and I don’t want to accidentally kill you one day.”

Sighing loudly, Sumin flopped on her bed, well Jungkook’s, and stared blankly at the ceiling while Sowon eyed her with this amusing gleam in her eye. She knew that Sumin could be lazy but, at the same time, she displayed more advanced athletic skills when she felt like that.

Too bad that those moments were rare. Like, Sowon showing up to her classes rare.

“Okay, come on, you book worm,” Sowon walked up to Sumin and grabbed her wrists, “You don’t want Jinnie to wait for you forever, right?” She questioned as she roughly yanked Sumin up, earning a tiny yelp from her roomie.

Sumin whined again, but soon submitted to Sowon. If she didn’t do it now, she knew that Sowon would resort to more drastic methods, and the last time that happened, Sumin ended up on Seokjin’s lap, wearing nothing but her sleeping shirt.

Yeah...she firmly believed that she accidentally turned him on…

Sowon smiled brightly before tossing Sumin her workout gear. She then pushed the girl into the bathroom and said to meet her in the training room.

As she walked out, this interesting idea began to formulate in her devious mind. This scheming like smirk slowly graced her beautiful face the more the idea solidified.

“I think I should pay Yoongi a visit…” She thought sweetly as the sounds the of her heels echoed throughout the empty corridor.

Now, standing in the middle of the training room, Sumin tightened her ponytail. She couldn’t quite understand why Seokjin told her to put her hair up, but she simply shrugged it off and did as she was told. Once her hair was secured enough, she moved on to stretching out her muscles, though, she did it half-assed.

Seokjin shook his head softly, chuckling at how his princess wasn’t taking this training seriously. Maybe she would once her life was on the line.

Then, it hit him. That’s what he’d do to get her to exert all of her strength.

“Okay, princess,” He began, walking to the center and standing in front of Sumin, “I need you to punch me.” He instructed as he got into a fighting stance.

Sumin froze; her doe-like eyes widened. Was he messing with her? He had to be since their previous training sessions only required her throwing knives at a target or knowing how to prep a gun.

Now, he wanted her to punch him.

Nope. Not going to happen.

“What?! I’m not going to punch you!” She practically shrieked, not wanting to harm the pretty boy for doing absolutely nothing to her.

Seokjin gave her look, “You need to be able to defend yourself, especially when you can’t get to your gun or even a simple knife.” He explained, taking step forward towards Sumin, who then took a step back.

Her heart raced against her chest. Her breathing became sporadic. There’s the whole defending herself thing again. Since day one, he had always told her that the reason for learning about weaponry, concocting the perfect escape route, etc. was because she needed to learn how to defend herself from anything and everything.

What was going on?

“Defend myself from what?!” yelled Sumin, finally fed up with being kept in the dark.

“From enemies,” A sudden voice behind Sumin said, when an arm already wrapped around her neck and quickly brought her to the ground. Sumin was completely knocked off her balance.

Sowon laughed, when Sumin tried to threw her hands at her, flapping them like birds. But somehow Sumin grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed Sowon down, making the older woman squeal a little, before she quickly caught her wrist and brought it up Sumin’s head. “What the fuck, Sowon!” Sumin shouted, and the boys around cheered as the two girls were rolling around, fighting each other off. It didn’t take long for Sowon to have the upper hand again, pinning both hands up over Sumin’s head, while she was sitting comfortably on Sumin’s waist.

“Now, sunshine,” Sowon said a little out of breath, “Do you ever heard something about ‘Bangtan’?”

Sumin squirmed underneath Sowon. A faint blush crept on her face, not because that she was aroused or anything, but because that this was the most skin-on-skin contact that she ever experienced and—she hated it. She wanted Sowon to get off her right now. While, with the other person, Sowon refused to weaken her grip until Sumin answered her.

“You know...you can keep squirming all you want, but I’m not getting up until you answer…” She declared, chuckling softly at Sumin’s failed attempts of freeing herself.

With a final spurt of strength, Sumin flopped back down and finally answered Sowon but shaking her head as the word, “no”, escaped her tired lips.

“Oh, really?” Sowon said and let go of Sumin’s wrists and sat herself up a little more, “That’s honestly…disappointing. But what did I expect?”

The leader got up from Sumin’s body and held out a hand for her to grab to pull her up. Not even caring about dusting off her clothes, Sumin stared at Sowon, demanding answers. Her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Okay, so…,” Sowon finally started and turned towards her boys, “Did you hear about the new drug that has been going around campus for a while now?” She licked her lips with a knowing smile when Sumin nodded frantically. She had heard about it and seen it. It was designed to make the students more efficient and awake but also left them on a very ‘high’ and mentally fucked up state afterwards. “Well, hi…that was me,” Sowon threw her hair back and proudly turned around before she introduced herself once again, but this time it was accurate, “Hi, I’m Sowon, leader of ‘Bangtan’. I own a drug and weaponry business and basically every club you know…is mine. This is the world I live in… and you’re in it now.”

Sumin stood there in silence, practically like a zombie since her soul pretty much left her body. Her brain went into overdrive as it tried its hardest to process the information that she had learned.

Then, her mouth formed a tiny “O”. Tiny whispers spewed from her lips as she repeated every other word that she had heard come out of Sowon’s lips.

“So...you are a gang leader that owns clubs, deals in drugs and weaponry, and more than likely does other illegal stuff…” Sumin trailed on, while Sowon and the rest of Bangtan nod their head. “That doesn’t mean you can neglect your studies since you have seven other people to handle that stuff for you.” She added.

The second she said, this giant wave of confusion crashed onto Bangtan. Okay. That wasn’t the reaction they were looking for.

“You’re not going to run to the cops and rat us out?” Seokjin questioned; his words dripped with caution.

Sumin simply shook her head.

This caused even more confusion with the gang.

“Why not?” Jungkook asked, finding a bit too weird that this outsider wasn’t running to the police.

“Well, by the looks on your face, that is something that you’d expect. Besides, I’m pretty positive that one of you guys would’ve shot me dead before I could even make it to the front door.” She kindly explained, displaying her intelligence to them. A quiet click of a gun was heard, when everyone stared at Yoongi for a second.

“What? I mean…that’s what I’m supposed to do right?” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and secured his gun back in his holster.

Sowon stared at Sumin, blinking a few times, as now it was her turn to wrap her mind around Sumin’s words. She knew that Sumin was quite smart, but she didn’t know that she could be street smart given her naive nature. Her innocent little sunshine had yet to cease in impressing her.

Now, after seeing Sumin’s street smarts, her plan on luring out NCT’s leader would officially be foolproof…

“Good!” Sowon clapped in her hands, happy that her plan was working out, but before she could turn around, Sumin held her back.

“But now…what do I have to do with all of this?” She asked, raising her eyebrow as she looked up at the gang leader.

“Oh, right,” Sowon chuckled and cupped Sumin’s cheek sweetly, “You my dear are my bait. I need someone that they don’t expect, someone innocent as you. You won’t get hurt, trust me.” Sumin furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to speak but the leader was interrupting her already, explaining every important information she needed to know and leaving out a few little details. “It’s easy,” She nodded, “We go in, you find out what the leader looks like and I can finally take them down. Then you can go back to your boring life and I can finally stop pretending to be a student.”

Sowon smiled at Sumin, though inside, she couldn’t help but be nervous as well. It wasn’t like she was going after any gang. NCT was a force to be reckoned with, or else Sowon wouldn’t have to hide to keep safe. They made it clear before—they wanted her. Dead or Alive. They truly did not care. And sometimes, if no one was around, Sowon couldn’t help but feel it. The fear. The anxiety. With great power comes great responsibility. And ‘Bangtan’ was her family. She needed them all to be safe. And now that Sumin was in the picture, Sowon had one more person to look out for.

Straightening her shoulders, Sowon hugged Sumin, kissing the top of her hair before she simply turned without saying a word.

Jungkook’s eyes followed her retreating body, before he looked back at Sumin. He knew she wouldn’t ever forgive herself if something happened to her. As much as the leader wouldn’t admit it, Jungkook knew how much Sumin already meant to her. She wouldn’t survive another life taken away from her.

“Wait...did she just say that I was being used as bait?!” shrieked Sumin once Sowon left the room.

The rest of the fellas shielded their precious ears as they nodded their heads. Did they truly believe that Sumin would be safe luring this invisible man out?

Probably not.

Would they let something happen to her?

Never.

“Just trust us, princess,” Seokjin began, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, “While, we do appear cold and can easily murder someone without exerting too much effort, we are one big family, and we never let our family get hurt. Okay?” He reassured the nervous woman, smiling softly.

Sumin sighed, still unsure if he meant what he said; however, if it meant that she would be allowed to go back to her academics and having a sense of normalcy, then…

“Okay. I’ll do it. When do I have to this baiting thing?” She asked, trying to keep her voice nice and calm but ultimately failed when it wavered near the end.

Seokjin turned to Jungkook, who knew everything and anything that Sowon planned. One of the many perks of dating the leader.

“This Saturday.” Jungkook answered shortly.

Sumin faked a laugh, “Great…”

Before she knew it, Saturday arrived quickly. From receiving more hand-to-hand combat training to going over brief notes of NCT, Sumin didn’t realize that it had indeed become Saturday. It finally registered when Sowon pushed her into the bathroom, shoved a navy-blue cocktail dress, and matching heels.

“Oh! Leave your hair down!” The pushy leader suggested as she fixed the positioning of her wig. Instead of her natural dark locks, she now dawned this hazel brown color that slowly faded into this purple ombre.

After what seemed like hours, Sumin emerged from the bathroom. Her hair cascaded down the sides of her face like a waterfall. Her makeup highlighted her best facial features while the navy-blue dress clung nicely against her body. On her feet were these black heels that paired nicely.

Sowon couldn’t help but do this wolf whistle at the girl. Damn, Sumin cleaned up nicely. She still appeared to be this innocent lady yet now looked to have ulterior motives.

The gang leader’s eyes did a quick glance over. Sumin looked great but something was missing. Then, she suddenly snapped her fingers and rushed to the dresser. Her hands grasped one of her many jewelry boxes and opened it. She then pulled out this nice diamond and sapphire bracelet and walked back to Sumin.

“Wear this.” She instructed nicely, even though she pretty much clasped it around Sumin’s wrist.

Sumin eyed the extravagant bracelet and asked her why she needed to wear this. To which Sowon answered,

“Not only does this complete your look, but it also has a hidden tracker and microphone just in case NCT’s leader decides to be a creeper and kidnap you.”

Sumin chuckled nervously as her eyes flickered to the bracelet again. Great, she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being kidnapped until Sowon put that image in her head. Sowon noted the sudden nervous emotion within Sumin and patted the girl on head; a weird yet sweet attempt on calming the girl.

“No matter what...you will be protected by either myself or one of the guys.” Sowon reassured before pulling her into a warm, comforting hug.

Sumin stood there, at first, but soon returned the hug. It was a simple action yet it meant so much the younger girl. She never had any friends, so it truly got lonely sometimes.

But ever since Sowon came into her life, it had been one interesting adventure. And to think...the journey was only just beginning...

“You ready to turn on some hormonal boys, minus Yoongi and Jimin, of course.” Sumin heard Sowon say in a teasing voice. Of course Sowon, the never tiring seductress, wanted to torture the fellas.

Sumin simply rolled her eyes but displayed an amused grin on her face. Sowon was definitely rubbing off on her.

Exiting the room, the girls sauntered their way towards the staircase. The way their body spoke was if they were saying that they were ready to take on whoever and whatever that came at them.

As they neared the staircase, it was eerily quiet. Nothing but the sounds of their heels hitting the marble stairs were heard as they descended down the steps. Everyone was busy with getting themselves ready. Putting their guns into their holsters. That was until each fella heard this clinking sound. Each of their heads snapped towards the stairwell. Some of their jaws dropped as they couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the girls’ beauty. No one dared to say too much, though Seokjin’s eyes were fixated on Sumin’s body for a little too long. Damn…she looked good.

Sowon was walking over to Jungkook right away, letting him take her in his embrace as they both turned away from the group a little more.

“You good?” Jungkook asked sweetly, pushing a strand of Sowon’s fake hair behind her ear, as she nodded. “Sure,” She smiled a bit too nervous for Jungkook’s liking.

“She will do fine.” He reassured her.

“I know, I’m just…,” Sowon sighed. She hated how easily Jungkook could read her. Her eyes flickered over to Sumin and the leader flashed her a confident smile and a wink, before she wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s neck.

“Stay close,” The leader whispered, placing a soft kiss right below his pulse point, making him shiver. “As soon as we got everything we need to know,” She cupped Jungkook’s cheek, her lips only inches away from his, “I want her to be out of there. Unharmed.”

Jungkook sighed softly as a tiny grin appeared on his handsome face.

“On Seokjin’s honor, I’m damn sure that she’ll remain unharmed while on this mission.” He stated quietly before closing the gap between their lips, indulging in the sweetest and most addicting kisses that Sowon always offered him.

While with Sumin, she couldn’t help but watch the couple engage the most passionate kiss ever. Part of her, silently wished that she too could experience that strong sense of intimacy—that feeling of being loved. Yet, with the other half, she was completely content with being by herself—right?

“Alright, my sweet sunshine! Time to get the show on the road!” shouted Sowon, pulling Sumin out of her contradicting thoughts.

Sumin simply smiled in response as Seokjin walked up to her and stood by her side. He gently placed a hand on her bare shoulder, ignoring the jolts of electricity that surged through his veins.

“Everything will be fine,” He paused, taking the moment to courageously place a sweet kiss on her temple, “Hoseok and I will be watching you from a nearby booth, and Taehyung will mimic your movements from a distance,” He then turned her towards him; their eyes locked on each other, “No matter what, I will make sure nothing harms you.” He declared, pulling her into a hug.

Sumin stood there, allowing the man to hug her. She slightly lifted her arms to return the hug but soon dropped them when Seokjin released her from his warm embrace. This warm, almost loving, smile appeared on his face as Seokjin observed the faint blush invade Sumin’s already rosy cheeks.

“Thanks…” She mumbled; her eyes remained glued on the tile floor as she messed with the bracelet that Sowon gave her.

Seokjin found her shy exterior quite adorable as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, escorting her to the cars.

“Took you guys long enough…!” Sowon shouted as she watched the two finally exit the luxurious house.

Sumin rolled her eyes as she, slowly but surely, made her way to Sowon and the rest of Bangtan, minus Seokjin. He trailed right behind her with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his pants.

Sowon eyed her cute little sunshine with an interesting gleam in her eyes as she hooked their arms together.

“Remember, the plan is to lure NCT’s leader out and then gain some useful knowledge that we can use against him. Okay?” The confident yet secretly scared gang leader reminded Sumin.

Sumin simply gave her a thumbs up before entering the vehicle.

Sowon nodded to herself with this confident smirk written all over her face. This plan was going to work.

She just knew it…

The ride to the club was fairly quiet. The only words spoken were only to see if Namjoon’s equipment worked. Sowon’s eyes were fixated on the road, her hand firmly placed in Jungkook’s who was staring out of the window. Sumin watched the two of them for a while, wondering about them. How they had met, if Jungkook had always been around or if it was one of those fairly odd love stories. She giggled, imagining Sowon being romantic and before she noticed, they arrived a few streets away from their destination.

“C’mon, sunshine,” Sowon held out her hand for Sumin to take, leaving the boys behind as they drove off again. Swinging their hands back and forth, Sowon was humming quietly, acting like they weren’t on a mission but in fact on their way to party. Rubbing her hands over Sumin’s arms, she kept the younger warm as they stood in the line to get inside.

“Normally I use my god given tools to get in quick, but we can’t get any extra attention tonight,” The leader mumbled and fixed a lock of Sumin’s hair.

Sumin only nodded, understanding her friend’s decision to keep a low profile. However, the almost frozen woman wished the line went a little bit faster. Also, there was no breeze. If there wasn’t a breeze, then tonight would’ve been perfect for her. After all, she did prefer the cold over the heat.

“I wonder why the line isn’t moving...the club couldn’t be a capacity already…” Sowon mumbled, hoping that Sumin didn’t hear her as she did.

Unfortunately, she did. Sumin looked at the leader and flashed a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay, Sowon,” She began, “Besides, don’t you want a lot of people here tonight?” She asked, not knowing that a certain group of people had been listening. The joys of having advanced technology installed all over the establishment.

In a dark room, hidden from the eyes of the many clubbers, there sat an unknown figure; the person’s eyes remained fixated on Sumin’s face.

“I know that look, Mark… and no you can’t keep her.” joked a man with silver-hair.

The young man, with raven dark locks, simply smirked. He could waste his breathe on entertaining his right-hand man, but he decided that his words were better suited for that unknown gorgeous woman that entered the camera’s line of sight.

The black-haired man stood up, grabbing his leather jacket from the now vacant seat. He quickly put it on, covering his white dress shirt, and walked over to the door.

Using two fingers, he gestured for his men to follow him out.

A boy with reddish-orange hair stared at his leader with nothing but confusion. Mark never left their special room without a good reason. Intel had shown that no enemy gang members were dumb enough to show up tonight, so why the sudden appearance?

“You know...if you want her, Mark, we can go fetch her for you. No reason for you to expose yourself to the people out there.” said the confused boy.

Mark stopped in his tracks. He then glanced over his shoulder, revealing this practically devilish smirk, and said,

“I know that, Haechan, but I believe that my future girlfriend deserves my presence, don’t you think?”

A/N: And there you have it guys! NCT is officially in the house! (N-City, We Gotta Go Get Them)! What do you guys think of their appearance? Do you like seeing Mark as the leader of the gang instead of TY- Track himself? lol Let us know! 

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/and an ask in mine or Jey’s inbox! We love hearing your thoughts!

- Kim

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Snippets 3/? (Amalgam!verse)

“You can’t wear that!”  Kurt Ryder looked down at his suit.  “Vera, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?  I wore this same outfit to the Interview with Cardinal Law and it was fine then.  And I was exposing the continued cover-up of sex scandals in the Catholic Church, so it can’t be because people find this outfit offensive.”

The blonde shook her head.   “It’s not that, it’s the color.  The boss is having us try the Chroma Key background today and the stuff they’re using is colored green.”

And Kurt’s suit and button-up shirt were both green and fairly close shades.  “Today?  I thought they weren’t coming until next week.”

“Yeah, well, apparently the indie movie stuff they were supposed to do this week backed out.  So they called and offered a discount if we moved our engagement to this week, so here they are.  The new weather girl was lucky she was planning to go out tonight, she had to do her segment in a cocktail dress because she came in wearing green too.”

“I didn’t bring any other clothes tonight and I don’t have time to go back home.”

“I’ll ask around then.  Maybe someone can lend you a shirt.”  Vera gave him a brief up and down look.  “You’re sitting on the couch, so your pants should be fine.  Not sure if anyone’ll have a jacket in your size though.”

Vera and Remi came through but just barely.  “Absolutely do not move.  I don’t think the seams of my shirt will take the pressure.”

“You’re a lot more muscular than I thought,” Vera was staring.  “Do you get your shirts tailored or something?”

“Tailored or I just buy a bigger size.  The jackets usually cover up any problems.”  Kurt attempted to raise his arms but stopped as soon as he felt a thread pop.  “It’s a good thing tonight’s supposed to just be a softball interview.”

“If you rip the seams,” warned Remington, who was down to his undershirt.  “I’m making you pay for the repairs.”

“I rip the seams, I’ll buy you a new one,” Kurt promised.

The interview went fine for the first half-hour.  But just as they were reaching the home stretch, the new Secretary of Education just happened to state one fact that was false.  Ryder pounced on that opening and hammered at the weaknesses of her defensive arguments.  Finally having gotten her cornered, he abruptly stood up, slammed his hands down on the table and shouted his show’s catchphrase, “YOU’RE WRONG!”

The seams pretty much disintegrated and the sleeves fell off the shirt.  There was a moment of shocked silence, then the director yelled for them to switch to the technical difficulties screen.

It was pretty much the end of the show so, Kurt and company were shooed off the stage (not without a nasty glare in Kurt’s direction, while he gave the Secretary a smug smirk in return).  The talk show host walked over to Vera and Remington.  The blonde wasn’t even trying to cover her laughter, the brunet did a somewhat better job but the edges of his lips kept twitching upwards.  Kurt looked at the two of them then hung his head and sighed.  “The two of you are never going to let me forget this, are you?”

“That was live TV.  With the Internet, no one’s ever going to forget it!”  Sweet just laughed harder.

The doorbell rang and Kurt pulled away from Kitty with a groan.  “Something wrong?” she asked.

“Just my next door neighbor.  She always seems to know when I’ve had a bad day and she brings over pie.  But every time, she catches me in the shower.”

“Hmm.  Do you want to just ignore her?”

“Nah, she’s really nice.  Just has a terrible sense of timing.”  The two of them got out and Kurt grabbed a towel then ran to the door while Kitty searched the bedroom for her robe.

The older woman really was just as nice as Kurt had said, and Kitty loved the cherry pie she brought over.  It was also the first time Kurt had introduced her as his girlfriend to anyone and the woman was really supportive and wanted to know all about Kitty.  They could only give her the edited version of her past but even then she was compassionate and didn’t push the blonde’s boundaries.

When she left, it was with a promise that Kitty would knock on her door the next time she visited.  Although, apparently there was one thing Kurt hadn’t noticed.  “She totally came over to ogle you, you know that?”

He looked down at her.  “How on earth-”

“She kept staring at your chest the whole time she was here.”

“Huh, I wonder how she knew I was in the shower though?”

“Probably the plumbing.  I can hear Piotr singing whenever I’m in my bathroom at the same time.”

“Well, I guess I can’t blame her.  I am very handsome and muscular after all.”

“Show-off,” teased Kitty.  “She was probably wondering what a stud like you was doing with a plain Jane like me.”

That made the smile drop off of his face.  “You’re not, you know.”

“Not what?”

“Plain.  You’ve got golden highlights in your hair, huge blue eyes and very soft, rounded features.”

“And a flat chest.”

“I’m not going to lie and say you could have been a model.  For one thing, you’re way too short for that.  But you’ve got this strange misconception that you look average or barely above that.”

“I guess . . .”  She ducked her head down to stare at the table.

“You don’t seem to believe me.”

“I’m not blind, Kurt.  I’ve met Kokoro and some of the other women you’ve dated over the years.  I look nothing like those women, with their movie-star good looks and hourglass figures.”

“Hmm, that’s true.  But you know something else all those women have in common?  Not a single one of them would have stayed if they knew about Nightcreeper.”  He paused for a second.  “Except for Kokoro, who left because of Ryder and Kantique.  But my point is, I was choosing most of my partners because of their looks.  Maybe I finally grew up enough to realize those weren’t everything.”

“So what’s your point?  That I should be happy that your settling for someone like me?”

“No.  My point is that I’m not going to run away and abandon you just because another pretty face joins the JLX or shoves her cleavage in my face on TV.  I love you, Kitty.  I’m not saying that it’s forever because we can’t predict these things.  But you don’t have to compare yourself to the people I chased before because that’s not the reason I’m with you now.”

Kitty finally looked up again.  “I’m going to try to believe you.”

“That’s all I ask.”

“I don’t like the new guy’s outfit.  He’s fighting crime in a football jersey!”

Every member of the JLX turned to stare at Nightcreeper.  Finally, Dark Claw took it upon himself to break the silence.  “You are absolutely the last person to be criticizing anyone else’s outfit!”

“I am never contacting Nightcreeper again,” said Mr. X, wincing and rubbing his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” asked Apollo.

“Trying to enter his mind when he’s in that form is like . . . “ the alien had to think for a second to come up with a metaphor the Earthling would understand.  “Riding a rollercoaster while intoxicated and fireworks go off right next to you.”

“That sounds terrible,” the energy projector grimaced.

“If I’d stayed any longer, I probably would have thrown up and I’m not sure I actually have that reflex.”  The green man reached for some cookies to ease the headache.  “It’s fine when I have to contact him in his civilian form but this may prove an issue.”

There was a long pause in the conversation.  “The Nightcreeper has a civilian form?”  Apollo grimaced as if he couldn’t imagine it.

“Yes, although I can’t tell you who he is.  That’s need-to-know-only information after all.”

“Yeah, I understand.”  The younger man sat back and thought for a while.  “Maybe we could pair him up with someone?  That way you could just contact that person and he or she could relay the information to Nightcreeper.”

The alien nodded.  “An excellent idea, but who?  The only people willing to work with him are the New Gothamites, and we usually call on him because Dark Claw and Sparrow aren’t available in the first place.”

“Isn’t he with the Newblood team?  Shouldn’t they already be partnered up?”

“He is but they don’t like working with him either.”  The two put more thought into the issue.

“What about Colombina?”  The younger man finally came up with a suggestion.  “You’ve been in her mind before and it was fine, right?”

“I wouldn’t say she’s fine but her mind is tolerable, yes.”

“Not a lot of people are willing to pair up with her either.  But there’s no way we’re letting her go out on her own.  And she lives in New Gotham too.”

“That does seem to be a good choice.  I’ll bring it up with Dark Claw the next time I see him.”

Linda sighed and unlocked the door to her apartment.  What was that quote?  “The best-laid plans of mice and men, often go awry.”  Yes, that was it.  And life had just done that to her.  It’s not like she had meant to get hit by that bus.  She was lucky it had just cracked some ribs.  Her doctor said she wasn’t going to be able to be back at work this week but fortunately she had some vacation time accrued.

She stopped and stared.  There on the kitchen island was a vase of freshly cut star lilies, her favorites.  She looked around more carefully.  Her plants were watered.  Her goldfish was fed.  There was a cat she’d never seen before lounging in her bed.  She even checked her fridge and the milk and eggs that had been about to expire had been thrown out and replaced!

Severely creeped out, she turned back to the vase of flowers.  Underneath the vase was a note.  Inside there was the strangest letter she’d ever received.

Hello Linda!

I used to hear you every Friday while patrolling the city but you weren’t here this weekend.  So I took the liberty of watering your plants, throwing out your trash and feeding your goldfish and cat.  I’ll check again on Tuesday to see if you’ve come back.  Hope you recover well from your accident.

Nightcreeper

Nightcreeper?  What on earth?  The guy was real?

A chill ran down her spine.  She’d been yelling at the walls every Friday as a form of stress relief.  As a joke, she’d been addressing her rants to Nightcreeper.  The guy was supposed to be able to hear everything in the city, right?  Except he wasn’t supposed to exist, he was just one of those neo cryptids that came from urban legends, like Bloody Mary.

But someone had broken into her apartment.  Someone who knew about her plants and her goldfish and her accident and her favorite flowers.  Someone who passed by close enough every Friday to hear her rants.

Linda stared at the flowers.  Should she throw them out?  Would it even be safe to do that?  Or would Nightcreeper get offended?  Should she call the police?  She decided to err on the side of caution.  “Thank you, Nightcreeper,” she called out.  She wasn’t sure if he counted as a stalker or if he had been trying to be helpful.  Linda would also call the police as soon as she’d taken a shower.

A loud meow interrupted her train of thought.  Okay, she’d call the police after she figured out what to do about the cat.  Where did that thing even come from anyway?

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Could you make a story about 3 college girls hypnotizing each other into bimbo puppy girls?

Sorry, but I tweaked this one just a little bit. Hope it’s still ok.

   The girl’s nerves were made apparent by the shifting of her feet and the tension she held in her exposed shoulders. She waited on the decorated slab of concrete that marked the entryway to the sorority house. Her name was Mary, and she found her should entering her sorority sisters home on little more than a silly dare. Still, she knew the need for caution was now. She was no mystic by any estimation but she knew you didn’t play with forces you didn’t understand. But caution in the face of the unknown was not something Amy was in favor of, and Tracy just did pretty much whatever Amy said in the first place. How were they to know if she had been hypnotized at all? Which is, of course, why she was now going to be filling in as the hypnotist.

   It really was a stupid, childish idea. And like most of them, it began by trying to emulate a youtube video. It was Amy who found it, she was usually the mover and the shaker for the crazy bets they partook in. It was just a simple video from some stage hypnosis show, but it was Tracy in a rare show of original thought that said: “That’s so totally fake.” That was all it took for Amy to latch onto the idea of experimenting with hypno videos and audio files. There was over a thousand dollars on the line at this point, all the pair of them had to do was resist any command given after the “trigger word” each of them was going to be given by Tracy was said.

   That was over two months ago and since then every single night Amy and Mary had to listen to a general hypnosis induction file that Amy told Tracy to find. Mary had an inkling that the file she was given was on the expensive side, no doubt Amy taking advantage of Tracy again. If she wins she had every intention of sharing some of the cash with her, Amy certainly wouldn’t. It wasn’t as though Amy was a bad person, however, far from it. She just had a nasty habit of getting tunnel vision when making wagers.

   The doors opened and the rush of warm air from inside tickled her skin. Tracy stood in front of her wearing an adult onesie. It always brought a smile to her cheeks to see Tracy like this. She just came off so innocent and huggable, always just waiting for a moment to make someone happy. A fact Amy took advantage off a bit too often. It was a real shame that she wore that, otherwise she looked amazing. Her short red hair framed such a cute face and her body was that of a svelte athlete. It was a mystery where she found the time to exercise, but she had the burgeoning abs to prove it. “Hey Mary, are ya ready to get hypno’d? I’m so gonna make you guys cluck like turkeys and stuff!” Tracy said. “Not if I can help it Trace,” said Amy from her perch atop the stairs.

   She already had on perfectly applied makeup, as usual. She was one of those “image is everything” type of women. Her mother was a politician so it’s easy to see where that came from. As she descended the stairs her attitude became more apparent. She wore a dress far too fancy for such an occasion. It was a floor length navy blue that cut a deep swath of cleavage. Her ears were studded with diamonds and she wore a pearl necklace she had told everyone was a family heirloom. This was her war garb, her declaration that the contest was over before it started.  “So, ready to give me a thousand bucks?” Amy said.“Not hardly, you ready to cluck like a chicken for Tracey?”“Not hardly. Well, why don’t we get this show on the road? I have a party to get to after this. Are you ready Trace?” Tracy nodded excitedly as she led the pair into the house.

   Tracy lead them to her bedroom. It was towards the back of the house so they were less likely to be disturbed while they sorted this out. “Ok guys, so first things first I need to do one in person session with you two and try to put you both under. And if I can do that then I’m going to try to implant some trigger words and once you guys wake up we can see if they worked. Whoever they don’t work on wins the bet, ok?” Amy and Mary both nodded in agreement. “Yay! This is gonna be so fun you guys, trust me. Now I’m just going to put on some mood music and then we can start. I even got a pocket watch to use, isn’t that cool?” She declared with unbridled excitement.

   “Ok, Amy you stand here and Mary you stand on her left. Alright, so last chance to back out?” Amy rolled her eyes, “Just get on with it Trace. Like I said I have plans later,” she said with an exasperated yawn. Tracy withdrew the pocket watch from her dresser drawer. It was simple for a pocket watch. A polished steel exterior that didn’t have any sort of engraving except for the manufacturer logo. She held it outstretched and subtly swayed it back and forth before the two young women. “Look at the watch. Watch it sway back and forth and back and forth. Each time it swings back you find it more difficult to turn away. Each time it swings back you find yourself going deeper, and deeper, and deeper. You’re beginning to feel lighter. Back and forth, back and forth.” Tracey was right. Both Mary and Amy found it so difficult to focus on anything but the watch. Its motion was so smooth and enticing, just back and forth, back and forth.

   “Back and forth, back and forth. With every motion, you feel yourself falling deeper into the trance. I’m going to start counting and when I reach zero you will be completely under my trance. Ten, watch the motions back and forth. Nine, you feel yourself being drawn down deeper and deeper. Eight, you are so relaxed. Each swing of the watch drives away any stress or confusion. Seven, it’s so hard to focus now, you’re becoming so relaxed. Six, you’re so close now, so close to perfect relaxation. Five, back and forth, deeper and deeper. Four, so nearly there. Each swing brings you closer and closer. Three, you’re bodies are so relaxed now. Two, back and forth and deeper and deeper. One, almost totally relaxed now. Zero…”

   Mary was more peaceful than she had been in years. If nothing else these files and this session at least gave her some really great sleep. She was a little miffed when she vaguely heard Tracy say “Wake”. She and Amy were bounced back to reality very abruptly. Tracey still stood before them with a wide smile on her face. The watch she held stood still on its silver chain. Amy waited for nothing and asked: “Well, who won Trace?” Tracey just smiled at them, but it wasn’t her usual chipper smile. This one filled Mary and Amy with a small feeling of dread. “Well, Amy. I’m pretty sure that I just won.”

   Amy and Mary both looked at each other with faces screwed up in confusion. “Um, the hell are you talking about Trace? You weren’t a part of this remember?” Instead of responding to the question she placed her watch back in the draw it came from and turned back to the pair and said: “Sit.” Amy and Mary both responded instantly and squatted down on their haunches. Mary wore a functional pair of leggings and had no problems following the order. Amy’s dress, however, was not intended for such a sudden motion and the tearing of fabric was unmistakable. Neither of the girls saw fit to question the order they were just given though. “Damn it Trace!” Amy said, “This dress was expensive! You are so going to—” Before she could finish Tracey said, in an uncharacteristically commanding voice, “Heel.” Amy instantly shut her mouth and cowed to Tracey’s command. Mary wasn’t speaking but she knew she couldn’t until Tracy said it was ok. “Now that I have your attention, Amy, why don’t you go ahead and get Mary naked. And Mary, you do the same for Amy. But no using your hands, just your teeth. And why don’t you guys just stay on all fours from now on?”

   It was a pretty great idea and Amy and Mary leapt at the opportunity. Amy took the initiative and bite at Mary’s light grey t-shirt and pulled it off her, revealing Mary’s ample chest contained in a pink lace bra. Amy’s dress was a more complicated matter. Mary had to begin at the bottom and pull it over her hips and torso. Amy must’ve been planning on having a good party, she didn’t bother putting any panties on. “Oh Amy, I always knew you were a naughty girl. If only you had picked that up about me, you might have avoided this,” Tracy said as she unzipped her onesie, revealing beneath an ensemble of black leather and exposed skin in all the wrong places.

   “Good little pups,” Tracey said as she stared at her two subs, fully under her control, as they sat on all fours. Their pert asses were in the air and they wagged them side to side. If they hadn’t agreed to listen to those “primer” files she supplied they might have been able to resist this session. Now, Mary, you can go over to the bed and start humping the mattress, really give it your all. And Amy, you can come over here and start lapping at your masters pussy, like a good puppy.” Amy actually yipped in excitement. Still wagging her bottom, she crawled over and sat on her knees. She grabbed Tracey’s ass for support and lapped and licked and teased her masters pussy. Mary was so jealous, but master told her to give the mattress her all and she was not going to disobey. Mary whimpered and moaned as she rubbed her needy crotch into the corner of her master’s mattress. It felt so good to follow her commands, she was sure to get rewarded. Then she would be top dog servicing master.

The End. Hope Y’all liked it!

[waywarddaughterwrites]

Hidden (Chapter 2)

Chapter two of my Sam x Reader series "Hidden" A/N: warning about self-confidence issues briefly touched on. ________________________________ "I cannot believe I let you two talk me into coming here." You were currently sitting in a booth at some bar a couple towns away, slowly nursing a beer. Sam chuckled and Dean nudged your arm. There was a jukebox in the corner churning out classic rock and the air had a distinct whiskey-and-cigarettes smell to it. You weren't opposed to going out from time to time. You could keep up with the best of them and had actually once beaten the great Dean Winchester in a drinking contest (a fact you had vowed to never let him forget). You were no stranger to the "go to the bar, get a little drunk, get taken home by another faceless man for a night of fun you'd barely remember" routine. Lately, though, with your less-than-brotherly feelings creeping up for Sam, the routine had been harder to dance, and even harder to watch him perform. Dean, true to form, had chugged down his first beer and had gone up to the bar to simultaneously buy another and flirt with the bartender, leaving you alone with Sam. "So...how are you?" You started rather lamely. The corner of Sam's mouth twitched. "I'm...good, I guess. Yeah." You cleared your throat. You were beginning to realize that it really had been a while since you'd had a proper conversation with either of the brothers. You were one twitch away from asking about the weather. "Did the last hunt go well? No one came home too bloody which I'm taking as a good sign." "Yeah, it was a simple salt-and-burn, like we'd anticipated. The guy's widow was a little tough to get to let go of the locket, the one with his hair in it? Dean almost had to wrestle it away from her while I kept the ghost at bay. He got me pretty good on my arm--" he paused to roll up his sleeve, showing you a healing gash across his forearm. You recognized Dean's handiwork. "--but Dean patched me up in no time. Only six stitches." You smiled at his story. You'd volunteered to research for that case (and the four before it) and while you loved fixing up your new secret room, you missed the action of a hunt. Maybe you should join them on the next one. Sam seemed to be thinking the same thing. "You know...I-we, Dean and I, really miss you out in the field with us. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have someone on tap for research to save time, but you're an excellent hunter. You should come with us on the next one." Before you could respond, Dean plopped back down in his seat across from you and Sam. "Sammy's right. You're too good a hunter to be stuck on the books every time." He turned to Sammy, "No luck with the bartender. Turns out she likes 'my tall cute friend, is he single?'" Dean looked at Sam expectantly, the latter of whom sputtered and looked from Dean to the girl behind the bar. Dean leaned over and gave Sam a shove. "Look, ONE of us needs the chance to blow off some steam with that gorgeous pair of legs up there. If it can't be me, it had better be you. Go!" Sam looked from Dean to you. Not wanting to seem weird, you forced a smile and gave him a "go-get-'em" thumbs up. Sam gave an awkward sigh and got up from the table to walk to the bar. You watched him and your heart sunk deeper with every step he took. Naturally, sex-on-legs behind the bar was at him instantly, smiling coyly and twirling her hair, leaning forward enough to show off her cleavage. It took you a second to register that Dean was talking to you. "--and then I let Sammy dress me up in a princess costume and we paraded around downtown like Sunday lovers." You turned to him and saw his eyebrow quirked. You smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry, Dean." "It's okay, (y/n). Where have you been lately? It's not like you to miss out on so many hunts. I know you. Something's off." Dean had always had a way of getting inside your head. You couldn't lie to him if you tried. Try, you did. "I'm fine, really I am. I've just...not been in the hunting mood lately. I'll pull out of it, no worries." You tried to give Dean the same go-getter smile you gave his brother, but Dean saw right through you. He harrumphed and took a swallow of his beer. You heard laughter and turned your head to see The-World's-Hottest-Bartender toss her hair with a tinkling laugh at something a smiling Sam said to her. The sight brought odd emotions to the surface and you quickly schooled your expression so as to not let anything come to light. Turning back to Dean, you knew you hadn't been quick enough. He'd stopped his beer on the way to his mouth, eyes on you, eyebrows cinched in thought. You cleared your throat and took a large swallow of your beer--too large, as you choked it down. "So, um, Dean. Any new cases you've come across?" You smiled at him, hoping he would take the hint. No such luck. Dean's beer slowly lowered to the table. His eyes were thoughtful and his mouth was quirking at the corners. "How long?" You played dumb. "I figure the two of you are right, it's been too long since I joined you on a hunt. It's been what, two weeks? Three? I'm really missing the action--" "(Y/n). How long." You sighed in defeat and your shoulders dropped. Your smile slid from your face and your eyes dropped to the bottle in your hands. "A couple of weeks. Look, Dean. I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Dean leaned forward and put his hand on your wrist. You looked up at his caring face and he smiled gently at you. "I understand. It's hard, falling for someone in the life. So much uncertainty can be scary." You bolstered at his comment. "It is scary, but it's not only that. It's...silly." He gave you a look of confusion, squeezing your wrist to tell you to continue. You looked away from him, embarrassed by your lack of confidence. "I just...I mean...look at me! I'm...well, I'm not that." You emphasized your point by nodding your head toward the sexy girl currently writing her number on Sam's hand with a sharpie. You could feel tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, the alcohol wasn't helping you keep your emotions in check. "(Y/n). Look at me. No, really. Look at me." You lifted your eyes, heavy with shame, to meet Dean's. "I could sit here and list your amazing qualities and every reason Sam would be an idiot not to see them, but I know that's not what you're looking for, so I'll say this: you're selling yourself, and Sam, way too short. Don't count yourself out before the game's even started." You chuckled a bit, "wow, Winchester. Metaphors? You're starting to show your age there a bit." Dean let go of your wrist and huffed, but there was a smile on his face as he took a swig of his beer. A moment later, Sam rejoined the table. He exuded confidence and you could barely look at him. You busied yourself picking at the label on the beer bottle in your hands. You didn't notice Sam's questioning look at you when you wouldn't meet his eyes. He looked at Dean, who shrugged. "So, how'd it go, Sammy?" Dean asked him. You continued to look away from Sam, wishing you could melt through the seat and into the floor. Sam gave you a long glance and looked back to Dean. "It...I dunno. She's nice. She's not really my type." His words made your heart a bit lighter and a small smile graced your face. You lifted your eyes and saw him looking at you. "Now, (y/n), there's a guy over at the bar nagging me if you need another drink. Apparently, you 'look thirsty and a real man like him could take care of you.'" He was smirking in amusement as he finished, and you were smiling, too. "Really now?" You started. You looked around Sam's shoulder and instantly made eye contact with a guy who had obviously been watching you. He was tall and rather good looking, but he was nothing in comparison to the man in your peripherals. You winked at the man, who perked up. You turned your focus back to the man beside you, who was watching you with an eyebrow raised. You gave a small laugh and drained the last of your beer. Locking eyes with Sam, you said, "nah, he's not really my type. I'm ready to leave if you two are." Sam seemed to mentally shake himself and slid out of the bar to let you out. Without looking back, you walked out the door and toward the car with Sam behind you. Neither of you saw Dean roll his eyes at the both of you as he followed.