#excited for them to be on the television show I don’t watch tonight :(

[natstulip]

Good girl ♡ ︎𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

I’ve never really written smut before so I hope it’s okay!🤍

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Imagine agreeing to let Wanda and Nat use you however and whenever they wish. No you’re not in a relationship, but you help to keep their own relationship interesting- as they like to say.

Both women had been out on a mission for a few weeks, with a lot of the team. You, not being an avenger, of course missed the company, the compound being fairly empty and so as a result really quiet. In fact, the team were due back yesterday from the mission, but fury let us know they’d been delayed so would likely get back soon.

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I was laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling on my phone as I watched whatever happened to be on the television. Although that didn’t take me long to get bored, it’s how I’d spent basically all my time since being left all alone. I pick up my phone deciding to listen some music, and I grab my headphones because come on, music is way better when it feels like it’s taking over your brain.

I’m dancing away and singing too, with my eyes closed getting really into it. I only stop when I feel a tap on my back. “AGHH” I can’t help the scream I let out, as I rip my headphones off and spin around with a fighting stance ready.

When I realise it’s in fact Wanda and Nat and they’re back from their mission, I feel my face burn in embarrassment. The massive smirk on Nat’s face speaks for itself, as she mumbles “I wasn’t expecting a welcome back show but I have to say I really enjoyed it.”

I blush a deep shade of red at her teasing, only giving a little smile of my own when I see Wanda smack Nat’s arm saying “Hey, leave her alone.”

Nat huffs “Why should I? Look at her cute red face.”

I’m avoiding all eye contact whatsoever right now, not wanting to make a fool of myself any more than I clearly already have.

Wanda chuckles in response to Nat’s words “She’s totally adorable, you’re right about that.”

I don’t even know what to do with myself when they’re practically talking about me as if I’m not standing right here.

Wanda interrupts my inner battle, “Come here baby, I want a hug.” I look up excited, I’ve really missed her touch, and I see her arms opened wide. I rush into her, making her laugh, as she wraps her arms tight around me. I nuzzle my face into her neck, always feeling more at ease from her comforting smell. She rubs my back and mumbles against my head “I’ve missed you so much my sweet girl.” I move my head so I can reach her face, giving her a quick peck on the lips, with a shy look on my face “I missed you lots mommy.”

I hear a cough behind us, “What about daddy, huh?” I’m spun around rather quickly, and Nat’s finger is under my chin. I murmur “I missed you too daddy, a lot.” She hums what seems to be an approval to my words, seemingly waiting for something. I’m not as bold with anything when it comes to Natasha. I’ll kiss Wanda sometimes by me initiating because she’s so comforting but Nat scares me a little. She stares at me until I cave, and hesitantly lean towards her, with a burning face, and kiss her lips quickly.

After an anxious pause, I get a “good girl” from her making me give a goofy smile, and I feel Wanda stroking my hair softly. “Our good good little girl, you going to let us take care of you tonight?” I look at her with wide eyes, causing them both to give each other a smile.

Natasha set herself down on the desk chair in my room, patting her lap while uttering “Sit baby.” I know better than to argue with her so I instantly walk over and make a move to straddle her lap. I don’t get very far because she places a hand on my chest and then does a ‘spin motion’ with her finger, telling me to turn around. Even though I’m a little confused, I turn and face Wanda. I feel Nat grab my hips from behind and pull me to sit, facing away from her. She rests her head on my shoulder, and Wanda crouched down in front of us.

I feel her hands on my legs, and Nat start to kiss my neck, making me instantly feel hot and flustered. I feel like my body stiffens since it’s been so long since I let them have all control.

“Baby, hey, look at mommy.” I move my gaze slowly to Wanda. “We’re here now, you don’t have to let your thoughts take over.” Natasha interrupts her to say “We’ll fuck the thoughts out of you baby, until all you can think about is mommy and daddy, yeah?”

Before I even have time to think about responding, Nat has spread my legs open wide, keeping her legs locked with mine- so I can’t move. It takes my breath away, not expecting her to be so upfront about it, as usually Wanda starts off more gentle, “What daddy let me go..”

Wanda cups my face to direct my eyes to hers, “shhh shhh, you’re okay, let daddy do what she pleases.” She makes no move to let go of my face, and I hope she doesn’t because her comforting touch really helps me through everything.

When I feel more kisses on my neck, and a rougher hand move down my stomach, I let out a gasp and grip onto Wanda’s arm. “Mommy’s staying right here baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel good, hm?”

At the same time as Wanda pulls me in for a kiss, Nat’s hand moves into my shorts, making me gasp. She cups me for a moment, not moving her hand, seemingly waiting for me to start squirming. Eventually she slowly runs the tip of her finger over my folds, just teasingly stroking there for what feels like a very long time, making me shiver.

I feel the soft breath of a chuckle on my neck, “You’re so sensitive huh my baby? I wonder if you could cum from just daddy barely touching you, and mommy kissing those pretty lips. We’ll have to try it sometime, because right now.. we’re trying something new” She raises her eyebrows at Wanda, who swiftly grabs something I assume with her magic, and holds it behind her back.

She moves back to stand in front of me, kissing my forehead, as she hands whatever she grabbed to Nat. I can’t see Nat’s face but I can picture her smirk while Wanda gives her a kiss, before returning to her position earlier, cupping my cheeks.

“Look at mommy.” I listen and look up at her. “We haven’t done what we’re gonna do now before. I’m sure you’ll like it darling but remember call ‘red’ if it’s too much or you want to stop at any point, okay?” I give her a nod, “Okay mommy, I understand.” I watch a smile arise on her face as she strokes my cheek, “My good girl.”

I feel a rush of cold air as Nat pulls the front of my shorts and underwear open for a brief moment, as she shoves something in there, to rest against my clit. “What’s that daddy?” Just as I ask the question it starts vibrating against me, making me let out a breath. She whispers against my ear, “It’s a vibrator baby, it’s gonna make you feel all better while daddy holds you open; and because you’ve been our good little girl we’re going to let you cum as much as you want.”

The first time she pushed me over the edge was nice, with Wanda stroking my face and a pleasurable vibration against me. Though it didn’t take long to get uncomfortable, when Nat said they were going to let me cum as much as I want, she definitely meant as much as they want, never seeming to let me stop and breathe. Every time I reach that point she just ups the vibrations and makes me go again.

I’ve lost count by this point how many times she’s made me cum, resorting to wriggling and kicking my legs and trying to pry her off with my hands; but that was silly as they’re much stronger than me. Nat simply shut me down by grabbing hold of my thighs with her hands and legs now- keeping me pinned to her lap. “Please daddy.. dadddy ‘s too much please…”

She presses a kiss to my shoulder mumbling “Just one more baby, one more, and then we’re done.” With Wanda gently wiping my tears, I can’t help the loud moan I let out as I reach my last climax. My legs are uncontrollably shaking, as Nat carefully removes the vibrator.

Wanda makes a move to pick me up into her arms, “I’ve got you my sweet girl,” as Nat makes her way to the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up with.

I’m laying down, on top of Wanda, while Nat gently cleans me up, and after only a few minutes I’m falling asleep against her chest, with only mommy and daddy on my mind.

[harrywavycurly]

Would lonely Harry ever want to help with wedding dress shopping? Would we want to ask him for opinions?

Hiii babes!! So I think you’d want to ask for his opinions, but you’d also want to make him wait until the wedding day to see you in your dress. Now Harry would totally love to help with finding your dress, but he wouldn’t ask to go shopping with you I feel like that would be something you’d have to do. But I’ll give you a little tiny something that shows how I think it would go after you find your dress! 💖

-find all things for the Lonely series here✨

A/N: You let Harry in on some wedding info while the two of you enjoy an evening at home, enjoy this short and sweet moment between you and Harry✨

“S’that supposed to be edible?” Harry asks with a raised brow as he gently tucks the fluffy throw blanket under your legs that are resting on his lap while you get comfortable leaning against the armrest of the couch in the living room. “He can’t give them that.” You can’t help but giggle at how concerned he sounds as his eyes stay glued to the television that is currently playing an episode of the Great British Bake Off while his hands start to mindlessly rub at your ankles.

“I don’t think he’s done yet.” You state in an attempt to try to help Harry relax as you watch the little wrinkle form between his brows as his focus on the show only intensifies all while he still just keeps rubbing mindlessly at your ankles and blanket covered feet as they lay in his lap.

“Baby he’s putting it on a serving-oh god I can’t.” You bite your bottom lip to hold back a laugh as you watch him close his eyes and shake his head as he looks down at his lap. “I can’t watch this.” He opens his eyes and turns to look at you with an almost pained expression on his face. “It’s actually making me upset.” You turn your attention to the television while Harry just keeps his focus on you, he can’t help but feel the corners of his mouth pull upwards as he lets his eyes roam over your profile.

This is the first time all week the two of you have gotten to just enjoy a night in and when you brought up having a cuddle on the couch after dinner he couldn’t say no. Not only because he just has trouble saying no to you but because he can’t remember the last time the two of you just sat on the couch and watched a show or a movie so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity and now he can’t help but think this is a little glimpse into what married life will be like for the two of you. You with your feet in his lap all relaxed while he gets too worked up over whatever it is the two of you are watching, tonight it being a set of amateur bakers serving underbaked pies that have really just set him off, just enjoying each other’s company.

“He’s put it back in the oven.” You reassure him as you look back at him just to catch him staring at you with a silly smile on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a raised brow as you wiggle your toes at him making him realize he had momentarily stopped rubbing your feet.

“I just love you.” He answers casually as his hands go back to rubbing your feet, you roll your eyes but Harry catches the smile that takes over your face.

“You’re such a sap.” You tease as Harry turns his attention back to the television now that you’ve told him the man has in fact put the pie back in the oven. “But I love you too.” You add making Harry just smile as he gives your ankle a little squeeze. You look at the coffee table and see your phone light up and when you reach over to grab it you see it’s a text from Niall and his question makes your mood shift, feeling excited and sort of nervous as you place your phone back down on the table.

“How did he manage to still underbake it when he added an extra twenty minutes? I’m thinking his oven is just off at this point because how does-” Harry stops his rambling when he turns to look at you. You have your hands in your lap and your twirling your engagement ring around on your finger and rubbing your lips together while your eyes are looking down at your hands but Harry can tell you’re not really looking at anything and you’re more so just starting off into space more than likely lost inside that head of yours.

“Sweetheart?” His voice is soft as he gently runs his hands up your legs till they land on your knees so he can give them a little squeeze. You blink a few times and Harry just smiles when you finally meet his eyes with yours. “You okay?” You nod and he gives you a look that lets you know he’s not fully buying it making you let out a small sigh.

“I found my dress.” Harry feels an odd mixture of emotions overtake him as your words hit him from across the couch. Firstly he feels his heartbeat quicken at the thought of you finding the dress you’re going to marry him in but secondly he feels a twinge of something else, jealousy maybe? Begin to brew in the pit of his stomach because he didn’t get to be with you when you picked it out.

“Want to know the weird thing about finding it?” He just nods as he tries to get a hold of his emotions while you swallow back the lump that’s forming in your throat as the memory of the events that happened earlier today play through your head. “I instantly wanted to call you to see what you thought because I mean when’s the last time I bought any type of dress for an event without you there or on FaceTime? But when I went to grab my phone Niall took it-”

“That wonky kneed fuckin’ twa-”

“I’m glad he stopped me.” You interrupt his insult of your bestfriend as you lean over and place a hand over Harry’s that is still resting on your knee, he lets out a small huff as he looks at you with a much softer expression than a few moments ago. “Because as much as I love your opinion on what I wear and what looks good. I really want this to be a surprise and I really want to see your face in person the first time you see me in it.” Harry can’t argue with your reasonings for not calling him, he knows most couples don’t go wedding dress shopping together and while you two also aren’t like most couples he agrees that seeing you in your dress for the first time shouldn’t be over a phone screen, it should be in person on the day the two of you officially become husband and wife.

“You really found it then?” He asks with a warm smile as he notices your eyes go glassy, you just nod and try to return his smile as he moves a little closer to you. Before you know what’s happening Harry is pulling you to sit on his lap, having inched closer and closer to you without you noticing. One arm going around your shoulder pulling you into his chest while the other drapes across the tops of your thighs as they lay over his letting your legs rest on couch. “I can’t wait to see it on you love.” He whispers in your ear as he places a kiss to the side of your head.

“I feel really pretty in it.” You mumble as you sniffle and try to wipe away the few tears that managed to spill over and slide down your cheeks. Harry knows these tears aren’t a major cause for concern and that they are probably left over from the eventful afternoon you had, finding your wedding dress is a huge deal and he’s watched enough “say yes to the dress” with you to know it can be quite emotional.

“That’s because you are really pretty baby it has nothing to do with the dress.” He explains without missing a beat making your cheeks get warm at his compliment, Harry never has been one to shy away from telling you how beautiful you are and it always makes you blush.

“It was like I was an actual bride.” Harry just looks down at you as you mess with your engagement ring and let out a little laugh before you look up at him with a smile. “Like we can really get married now because I finally found my dress and it’s such-I don’t know how to describe it but it felt so weird but good? I just knew it was the one the moment I put it on.” He wishes he could’ve been there for the moment you had your first experience feeling like a real bride, he knows that planning the wedding hasn’t exactly been everything the two of you thought it would be and while you know you’re his fiancé and will in fact be marrying him in a few months you haven’t quite felt like an actual bride, until this afternoon.

“Did everyone cry?” You give him a playful look as his hand rubs soothing circles on the tops of your thighs. “What? I just need to know how badly you made everyone cry when they saw you in it so I can try to prepare myself for when I get to see you in it that’s all.” Harry knows he will be a watery eyed mess the moment he sees you making your way towards him on the actual day and honestly while the dress he’s sure will add to his emotions because he has no doubt you will look stunning, he knows most of his tears will be due to the fact his bestfriend in the whole world who he just so happens to be madly in love with is really about to become his wife.

“Niall was a mess.” You answer and Harry rolls his eyes because of course Niall was a mess he didn’t expect anything less from him, but you ignore it as you try to remember everyone’s reactions to seeing you in the dress. “Oh Emily almost cried but Paige full on squealed when she saw me and Gem cried-”

“Gemma cried? As in Gemma Styles? My sister cried? She-she never cries.” You just shrug and Harry lets out a sigh and leans his head to rest on the back of the couch and looks up at the ceiling. “I am so fucked.” You laugh and place a hand on his chest giving it a nice little pat.

“Yeah you’re not gonna last long at all.”

[strang3lov3]

Downpour

Jack offers you a ride home, pulls over to wait out the storm, and fucks you. (4k)

Tags - smut, fingering, oral (f! receiving) hand jobs, unprotected piv, infidelity (Jack is married still), dirty talk, pet names (darling, sweetie, sweetheart, dear), unspecified age gap, kissing, finger sucking, bit of comeplay/come eating, reader has a bush but is otherwise undescribed #bushnation, Jack is all sweet and tender but kinda pervy too, i've headcannoned that mr. delroy is a man who comes a lot. like just so much come. references to late night with the devil but this fic can be understood without watching the movie, I write car sex uniquely in that I am not bound by physics or logic or any bullshit like that. So it’s like a Mary Poppins bag in there. Lots of room for fucking. No, don’t ask questions. Shhh. Don’t worry about it. Fic Help - @noxturnalpascal thanks for your help sweetheart ♡ i love you forever A/N - the David Dastmalchian brain worms infected me months ago and have not let me rest, so here’s this. Car sex with an older and married Jack Delroy.

I feel a little nervous about writing Jack, as I feel with all characters that are new to me. It takes me some time to find my groove. Kind comments would be appreciated 💕 maybe a prompt or two in the inbox for me to play around with if you wanna see more of him 🙏

  As Night Owls comes to a close for the evening, and laughter and chatter begin to fade out, you busy yourself tidying up your station. Cleaning your makeup brushes, packing away your supplies for the weekend. You watch the television in your room and see Jack waving goodbye, shaking audience members’ hands. He’s so handsome tonight. He’s handsome every night.

You’ve been working as a makeup artist on Night Owls for about a year now. It’s a job you kind of stumbled your way into. You had won a raffle ticket to watch Night Owls live show. You were so excited to go and yet you don’t even remember who the guest was that night. You went alone, and found yourself charmed by the show’s host, Jack Delroy. While on commercial break, while the television crew changed the set, you noticed Jack glancing at you as you touched up your makeup, fidgeting and tapping his foot. You offered him a kind smile, and he approached you. 

“Jack Delroy,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, and he kissed the backs of your fingertips. Starstruck, you giggled and gave him your name, tripping over the syllables. “Beautiful name, darling.”

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy.” 

Jack held your hand longer than what was appropriate. Realizing this, he quickly dropped it. “So, I apologize, but I'm about to be very forward. Gosh, this is very embarrassing,” he laughed awkwardly, then scratched the back of his neck. “I get a little oily in the face. The lights, you know. You wouldn’t happen to have like, a…” he trailed off, stuttering as he tried to find the right words.

You smiled and held up a finger, then dug through your makeup bag for some Mary Kay Beauty Blotter sheets your friend had given you. “Here.” You held the pack sheets out for the handsome talk show host. “Would these help?”

Jack took the sheets from you and inspected them. 

“And this,” you added, handing him your mirror compact. “You just press one of the sheets against your skin.” 

Jack grinned kindly, then took one of the small sheets and pressed it on his forehead and his long, gorgeous nose. “You are a lifesaver,” he said. “There. This is much better. I’m almost as pretty as you now, huh?”

Your cheeks warmed and you looked down at your lap to hide your smile. 

“Apologies, I’ve been told I'm a chronic flirt.” 

“I don’t really mind,” you told him softly.

Jack pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded, then sat in the empty seat next to you. “Alright,” he said, “This is an odd question,  but I’d like to toss it out there anyway because you seem to know what you’re doing with this kind of stuff. We’re short a makeup artist here at Night Owls. It’s unorthodox, I know, but you wouldn’t happen to be interested in–”

You gasp. “I’d love to. Yes.”

“--Being our makeup artist,” Jack finished, chuckling at your excitement. 

“Sorry, I just - oh god, I’d really love to,” you gushed. Jack opened his mouth to speak further, but was called back to set. 

“Stick around after the show, will you?” Jack winked.

“I will, Mr. Delroy.” 

And that’s how it happened. The job was simple: A little powder here, moisturizer there, hairspray to seal it all off. Nothing complicated, and it paid well. Lots of perks and advantages, like meeting TV stars and music artists. You consider yourself lucky. 

Perhaps your favorite part of the job is getting Jack ready for his shows. You’re no stranger to his handsomeness, but it’s special to experience it the way you do. To wash his face, moisturize it, paint a little makeup on his skin - as if he even needs it. “Make sure you cover up my crows feet, please, darling,” Jack said, pointing to his perceived flaws in the mirror. “Gosh, I’m getting so old. Don’t get old.” 

“Noted,” you told him. 

“And my hair, could you use a bit of that makeup to cover up my grays? They look so much worse on the screen.” 

Your heart broke a little. He’s always asked you to cover his wrinkles, but covering his grays was new. You hate doing it. That’s your least favorite part of the job. 

“Oh, but they don’t look so bad, Mr. Delroy.” You combed your fingers through his hair, inspecting the silvery strands he complained about. They look so beautiful against the inky black rest of his hair.

“Jack,” he corrected. “Just Jack. Who says they don’t look so bad?”

“I um…” you hummed, nervously messing with his hair. “Just fans, some of your fans kind of like it.” 

“Do they, now?” Jack teased, his eyebrow cocked. He laughed at your bashfulness as you stuttered something in defense. So shy, so sweet.

Jack loves you all the same. He loves the special affection he gets from you as you get him ready each night, he loves getting to peek down your shirt. But he plays the gentlemanly act well, never going further than a little harmless flirting. It’s fun to make you squirm, tease you for your little crush on him. He’s not oblivious to it. 

When the Night Owls theme finally ends and the studio lights go out, you get a phone call at your station. You hold the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?” 

“It’s Shar,” the voice says. Sharon is your roommate, and also your ride to and from work most nights. She drops you off at the studio before her shift, then picks you up after the show ends each night. Tonight, however, she’s at a party. “I met this guy, and I wanna go home with him. So that means…” Sharon doesn’t finish the sentence. She sounds guilty. 

“But you’re my ride, Shar,” you complain. “And they’re saying it’ll rain. What am I gonna do?”

“I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? Don’t be mad. You’re not mad.” 

“Sharon,” you groan. 

Sharon says your name. “Just listen - he’s so fucking hot, seriously. He’s like a movie star.”

“A movie star, huh?” 

“Don’t judge. Like you wouldn’t fuck Jack Delroy if you could. You know what, why don’t you ask him for a ride?” Sharon teases.

“No way, not happening. He’s married, and his wife is sick. Absolutely not.” 

“Pussy.” Sharon pauses. “If you really don’t have another way home, I’ll come get you.” 

“No, no. It’s fine. I can take the bus, I guess. But you owe me.”

“I do owe you,” Sharon says, “I owe you so much. I love you. Bye. Be safe.” 

“You be safe,” you quip. “Condoms.” 

Honestly, you’re not mad. Is it an inconvenience, sure. But Sharon works hard and deserves a nice night, and she’s right - you’d fuck your movie - television - star crush if you could too. You’ve taken the bus before, and it’s usually empty this time of night. It’ll be fine. 

You grab your purse, pull your knit cardigan over your torso and walk out of the studio, down the hall, then take the elevator down to the lobby. Through light rain, you walk down the street until you’re at a bus station, then sit down on the bench. A gust of wind nearly knocks you over, causing you to shiver and pull your cardigan tighter around your body as you wait for the bus. 

At least you don’t have to wait for long, though. Headlights approach, and the vehicle slows down. Except, it’s not the bus you were expecting. It’s a cerulean ‘74 Buick Electra, Jack’s car. He pulls over and leans across the seat to crank the window down. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for the bus,” you yell. Rain’s starting to come down harder, now, soaking your clothes. Jack makes a face and motions for you to get into his car. You wave him off, “It’s okay. It shouldn’t be much longer.” 

“Nonsense! Get in the car.” 

“It’s really okay, Mr. Delroy.”

Jack rolls his eyes. He gets out of his car and rounds the front of it, then takes your hand and pulls you up from the bench. “I’m not asking. I am telling you, as your boss, to get in my car.” 

Jack opens the passenger door and ushers you inside, then shuts your door and gets into the driver’s seat. “It’s supposed to be the storm of the century out there, and you’re gonna let it blow you right away. Crazy girl.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy,” you murmur sheepishly. 

Jack puts the car into first gear and takes off. “What’ve I told you about calling me Mr. Delroy? Jack, sweetie. Just Jack.” 

“I’m sorry, M- Jack.”

“Too sweet for your own good, you know that? Always so polite. Where am I taking you, sweetheart?”

“It’s a little bit far. You’re just gonna take this road for a while,” you instruct. “And then I’ll tell you where to turn. I’m not in the city proper.”

“Must be nice,” Jack replies. “Quiet.” 

You shrug. “Sometimes. Not usually. My roommate is kind of noisy.” 

Jack chuckles. “The roommate days, gosh. I don’t miss those a bit.” He pauses, thinks of something to say to fill the silence. “You don’t usually take the bus, do you?”

“Not usually, no,” you answer. “My roommate gives me a ride most of the time. But she ditched me tonight, so…” 

“That’s a real shame.” 

The rain starts to pick up a little more. Jack squints and at the road and increases the speed of his windshield wipers. He tries talking to you, but you can’t hear him over the drumming of rain against his car. Thunder booms, the drumming becomes louder and the windshield is nearly impossible to see out of. Jack has slowed the car down to a crawl, but when hail begins to fall from the sky, he pulls over. He shifts his car into neutral, then pulls the emergency brake to keep the car from rolling. Jack leans in close so you can hear him, “We’re just gonna wait out the storm, okay? It’s not safe to keep driving.” 

“Yeah, that seems smart,” you agree. You’re thankful Jack showed up when he did, and that he’s keeping you safe in his car. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint sound of music playing on his stereo. You still feel a little nervous, though. Maybe it’s the storm, or the jitters of being alone with Jack - older, married, handsome Jack. You shiver in your wet cardigan. 

“You’re cold,” Jack says. He tugs on your sweater, “Let’s get this off of you, huh? Not gonna let you catch a cold on my watch.” He peels the sweater off of you entirely, then lays it in his backseat. “And look, watch this–” Jack presses a button on his dashboard, a little orange light glows beneath the tiny image of a seat. Within a few seconds, the leather underneath you begins to warm. “Neat, huh? That should warm you up nicely.”

You still look cold, it’s evident in the way you hold yourself. Shoulders curled inward, hands clasped together. Jack thinks about holding you close, using his body to warm yours, but decides against it. You want it too, but you’ll never initiate touch. 

You look out of the raindrop-covered window at the creepy woods off to the side, the trees illuminated by the lightning. Jack sees the worry on your face reflected on the glass. “Everything alright, sweetie?”

“It’s just the woods,” you answer. “I don’t know. I don’t like it. I’ve heard about…I don’t know. Scary stuff happens there.”

“Like what?”

“Satanic rituals or something. The occult, that kind of stuff. I’ve heard about it on TV.”  

Jack lies to assure you, “It’s all make-belive,” he says, pushing down his own memories of The Grove. The sickly sweet smell of decaying leaves, sticks and branches crunching beneath his feet. The cold, metallic cup against his lips, that awful taste of whatever it is he drank. “But don’t look at the woods. Just look over here, right at me.” Jack turns your face toward his, then taps your nose. “There’s that beautiful smile.” 

You grin even wider. You know it’s just his nature, that it’s his job to be charming and likable, charismatic and sweet. It makes you feel so special and seen nonetheless. 

Jack smiles too. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He admires the details in your face for a minute, your perfect nose, sparkling eyes, your pretty lips. His eyes travel lower, tracing the endlessly beautiful curves of your body - breasts, waist, hips, thighs. There’s a rip up high on your nylons, just below your ridden-up skirt. He furrows his brows and touches your bare skin with his finger, “What happened here?”

“Oh.” You touch the tear with your finger, just a hair away from Jack’s. “My cat, Felix. He ripped my tights.” 

“Sounds like Felix is a real troublemaker, huh?”

“Oh, he can be,” you giggle quietly. “But I love him anyway.” 

Jack keeps his finger on the hole in your nylons, now drawing lines back and forth over your thighs with the rest of his fingers. Little goosebumps erupt on your skin in their wake. “You’re still so cold, darling. What am I gonna do with you?” Another shrug, another shy smile. “Come here,” Jack whispers. He wraps his strong hands around your legs and pulls you across the seat so that your legs are lying across his, and your torso curled into his own. Fuck, he smells good. His cologne is musky and spicy and masculine. You’re so close, Jack can feel your heart pounding nervously. But he says nothing about it, doesn’t want to embarrass you. Instead, Jack just gazes at you warmly, still tracing patterns on your leg. “You’re such a gorgeous girl, have I ever told you that?”  He pushes a bit of your hair behind your ear, sending tingles down your neck and spine.

“Jack,” you whisper, elongating his name. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious, darling. If only I were a younger man…If I hadn’t married…” He moves his hand from your ear to your mouth, pulling down on your bottom lip with his thumb. God, you’re so soft. Desire is building within Jack, taking control over his sensibilities. And you, too young and enchanted by Jack fucking Delroy to listen to any inhibitions in your head telling you that you should stop this.

 Jack pushes his thumb past your lips and you suck on it gently, so gently, the blunt little edges of your teeth tickling his fleshy skin. Arousal quickly builds in Jack, the sensation overwhelming him and bubbling over. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and holds your cheeks in both of his hands, inching closer to you bit by bit. Jack licks his lips, he’s about to do it. Finally, he does. Jack closes the gap between you by pressing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. He’s relaxed and controlled, but the way you kiss him is desperate and a little tentative. In time and with encouragement from Jack, how he squeezes you and growls against your lips, you find your confidence. You kiss him fervently, tasting him, savoring the softness of his tongue. 

Jack takes your hand and presses it against his warm bulge. You gasp, “But your wife–”

“Shh, quiet. She’s not here, now is she?” 

“N-no,” you stutter.

“No. It’s just us. You-” Jack unzips his pants and pulls his rock-hard cock out of his boxers. He spits into your palm and has you hold his length, then closes his hand around yours. “-And me.” 

With your hand under Jack’s, he pumps his cock. “Oh, that’s good. You’re my good girl,” he breathes. 

Jack grips his cock tighter and kisses you again. “Oh, Jack,” you moan. Jack helps you to stroke him from base to tip, your pinky finger brushing against that patch of coarse hair at his pelvis, thumb rubbing over his weeping head. 

“Just like this, darling. All the way up, all the way down. Just like this. You’re doing so well.” 

Jack twitches in your hand as you feel every thick vein and ridge on his cock. He urges you to pump him faster and at the same time, touches you. He gropes your breasts first, breasts he’s dreamed of touching since he first laid eyes on you. He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hand beneath your bra to squeeze your flesh, tease your nipples. Jack relishes in your body, how supple, soft, warm and wanting you are. You touch him like you love him and Christ, Jack can’t wait to bury himself inside you. Feel that warm, wet embrace of a young woman’s cunt. 

“Do you let other men touch you like this, sweetheart?” Jack asks, unzipping your skirt and shoving his hand down the front of your nylons. He toys with the arousal-dampened hair that’s spattered on your mound, then slips his fingers past your lips. “Older men, huh? Married men?” 

“N-no, Jack. Just you. Only you.”

“Do you like being touched like this?” You stutter out a frantic, breathy ‘yes’. “Dirty girl. It’s always girls like you.” 

Jack circles your clit with his fingertips, then presses two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. “Distracted, are we?” he murmurs as your hand that strokes his cock slows to a still, so focused on how Jack pleasures you that you forget about his needs.

 “H - what?” Jack chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze to remind you. “Oh, I’m s - sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” God, you are such a precious girl, and Jack is a lucky man. He breaks away from you just for a moment to undress himself, shoving his pants down his thighs and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once bare, Jack turns to you and finds that little tear in your nylons again, then rips the hole wider up the garment. He yanks the nylons and your panties off of your legs and puts them with the rest of his discarded clothes, tucking them away for later. He removes your skirt next, followed by your bra and your blouse. You breathe heavily as Jack takes in your naked form, even more beautiful than he pictured. He needs you now, needs to taste you.

Jack pushes you gently onto your back, laying you out across the bench seat before sinking to his knees on the floor of his Buick. He wraps his strong forearms around your still rain-cold thighs and pulls you close, close enough so that you can feel his hot breaths on your slick pussy. Jack could eat you alive right now.

He spits on your pussy, then rubs your folds with his fingers, paying special attention to your clit. He spreads your lips wide and admires your shiny, glistening center. “My, look at this mess,” Jack marvels, admiring your creamy arousal. He tastes you then, pressing a soft kiss against your core. Jack inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling your hair against his shaven face. His tongue darts from between his lips and he licks you up and down, dipping his tongue inside you. 

“Jack, oh my - yes,” you gasp, your hands tugging on his graying strands of black hair. Jack slowly licks a long stripe up your seam with his tongue flat against you, all the way from your asshole to clit. “Jack.”

The mess he’s reduced you to. All broken moans, desperate, needy cries of his name. Jack smiles against your cunt and continues licking and lapping at the sensitive part of you. He traces your folds, sucking them between his lips. He draws circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue next, driving you wild. “You like this, darling, don’t you? You like having this pretty pussy eaten?”

All you can do is nod. Jack closes his lips around your clit and sucks, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head and pull his hair tightly between your fingers. Jack forces you apart so that all you can do is take it, all that relentless, smoldering pleasure. 

Jack intensifies it all by pushing a finger inside you and curling it, stroking that sensitive part of you. Within seconds you’re coming, rocking your hips against his face as you ride out your high. 

There’s barely a comedown. Jack crawls over your body, one foot planted on the floor of the car and the other kneeling on the seat. He reaches behind the front seat for his suit jacket and bunches it up, then fits it between your head and the passenger door. “Don’t want your pretty little head to get hurt is all,” Jack says. 

He holds his cock between his thumb and his forefinger before he lines up with your entrance. His cock is big, perfectly lengthy and girthy. You tense up a bit as he fits his cockhead inside of you, “Easy, darling. Take it all for me,” he coos. 

You inhale deeply, and on your exhale Jack pushes himself inside of you in full. “Ohhh,” you moan. It’s such a tight fit, he fills you so fully. The aching burn of the stretch takes time to dissipate as Jack rubs your hip. After a moment, Jack pulls out of you, then inches his way back in. Your face previously scrunched in pain is now relaxed, soft little noises of pleasure escaping your lips. “That’s it, good girl,” Jack says. “Wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Jack laces his fingers between yours and uses his other hand to brace himself on the back of the car seat. Jack begins thrusting, not quite fucking you gently. It builds quickly, the pace both harder and faster. Jack rocks his hips into you at that perfect angle to have you writhing on his cock, the head of it kissing the most sensitive place inside of you over and over. You bury your face into him, the hair on his chest tickling your face. 

“Fuck,” Jack grunts, fucking you deeper. He knows he should be more gentle than this, but he can’t be helped. He loses himself inside of you, growling like an animal as he fucks his cock into you. You’re squirming beneath him, muscles tensing against his as you begin to cry, overwhelmed by it all. “Such a filthy fucking girl, crying on my cock. You’re okay, sweetie.” 

Jack rolls his hips quickly and fluidly so that his pubic bone is grinding against your mound, the friction inching you closer and closer to a second release, but it isn’t quite enough. You rock your hips to match Jack’s thrusts, needing more against your clit. “M-More please, Jack,” you beg. “I wanna come, Jack, make me come again.”

While still fucking you, Jack spits onto two of his fingertips, then fits his hand between your bodies. He finds your sensitive bud and rubs it, using the momentum of his thrusts to bring you to climax once more. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give - fucking give it to me.”

Jack rounds your clit with his fingers, putting harder pressure against it. In moments, you’re coming for him again, this orgasm more intense than the last. Your moans are louder, more frantic. Your face scrunches in pleasure as you pulse around Jack’s cock, urging his own release along. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

 Jack growls into your ear as he spills into you, milking himself entirely. He fills you with his come, so warm inside you, the throbbing of his cock so pleasurable and satisfying. Dampened with sweat, Jack presses his forehead against yours as he fucks you through his orgasm, then slows to a still. He hisses a little when he pulls out of your cunt, his spend dripping from your hole onto the leather. Jack collects this mess with his finger, then pushes the digit into your mouth as he catches his breath.

It’s all quiet, save for a few scattered raindrops and the sound of you and Jack both catching your breath. Jack breaks the silence. “Well hey, how about that. The storm passed, huh? Was really something, too. I’m glad we pulled over,” Jack laughs nervously. He helps you dress yourself as best as he can, then haphazardly dresses himself too. You smile a little, and Jack touches your face. “You alright, darling?”

“I’m okay,” you answer, still a little tearful. Jack smiles sympathetically and pulls you into his side, then shifts his car into gear. 

“Well, let’s get you home, then.” 

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TY for reading! Comments, reblogs, all of that good stuff would be so appreciated ♡

[giggle-guru]

Movie Night

So I learned today that I passed two of my four exams that I’ve had so far (woo!) and I celebrated by taking a study break to work on the fanfics I’ve got lined up. And then I got side tracked…and then I worked on this for the last little while…so surprise!

I’ve never done anything as either of them, so this was my first go at it. Just sort of playing around with levels to see what worked. As always, thanks for listening lovelies! Virtually hugging every single one of you that listens to these silly little things I post.

Background: Stolas decides to change things up for his annual visit with Blitzø in hopes of showing him he cares, leading to a playful moment between the two.

Script is below the cut for anyone interested! I thought it would be fun to add little notes of what I would envision happening but of course feel free to listen how you want hehe

[Sound Effects: Walking outdoors]

Blitzo: [grumbling] Alright, Blitz, another Grimoire night. Just get in, get out, same routine, no weird feelings, no mushy talk, just…ugh… Why does he always have to make this complicated? Stupid sexy ass bird.

[Sound Effects: Knock, opening door]

[Visual Note: Stolas lounging elegantly in a massive bed. Flickering light from the television illuminates the room casting a warm glow throughout it.

Stolas: [bright] Ah, Blitzy! Right on time, as always! Come in, darling.

Blitzo: [grumbling] Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with so I can head outta here before midnight.

Stolas: [ignoring comment] Why don’t you come in bed and join me? I picked out a movie I think you’d enjoy.

Blitzo: [pause] A movie? What? No freaky bird stuff tonight?

Stolas: [soft/sincere]: Not tonight, Blitzy. I thought that tonight we could perhaps just…relax? No strings attached. [stammering] Because I am sure you’ve had quite the exhausting journey over here and today has been quite busy for me personally and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood-

Blitzo: [grumbling to mask surprise] Okay. Fine. This better not be one of those stupid fucking chick flicks you’re always watching.

Stolas: [awkward laugh] No! No. This is an old film I’ve located within the castle for you, I believe it was some earthly animated series. It has something to do with horses-

Blitzo: [hidden excitement] I said I’d watch it.

[Sound effect: Bed movement, mumbling]

[Visual Note: Solas pats the bed with a gentle smile. Blitzo reluctantly climbs up to nestle himself against the plush pillows.]

Stolas: There we are. You look quite comfortable. I promise I wish for nothing other than to spend time with you tonight. I could fetch us some popcorn if you’re feeling peckish.

Blitzo [satisfied hum] Peckish? You and your fancy ass words. I’m not hungry, maybe later.

Stolas: [soft chuckle] Alright. I do hope I selected the proper genre. Horses seem to be something you appreciate, aren’t they?

Blitzo: [masking eagerness] Yeah, well, don’t read into it.

[A few moments of silence. The movie begins, a soft movie playing in the background.]

Stolas: [enthusiastically] The craftsmanship is quite remarkable, isn’t it?

Blitzo: [gruffly, leaning closer to the screen] Yeah, yeah, whatever. I mean, it’s alright, I guess. For something old.

Stolas: [with a knowing smile] Ah, but look a t you, already leaning in. I’d say you’re quite captivated.

Blitzo: [snorting] Pfft. Don’t flatter yourself. I just think the animation’s… decent. That’s all.

[Visual note: Stolas moves to wrap his arm around Blitz causing feathers to brush against his neck.]

Blitzo: [flinches slightly, growling under his breath] Hey! Watch it with the feathers near the neck, bird brain.

Stolas: [chuckling softly] Oh, does it now? I had no idea you were so... sensitive there.

Blitzo: [defensively] I’m not sensitive! You’re just... annoying. Now shut up and watch the stupid movie.

Stolas: [playful tone] As you wish, darling. Though, I must say, you’re rather cute when you’re flustered.

Blitzo: [grumbling] I’m not flustered. You’re flustered. Just keep your fancy feathers to yourself.

[Visual note: Stolas repeats his actions, however, continues moving his feathers purposely]

[Sound effect: Movie fade]

Blitzo: [snapping quietly] H-Hey! Will you quit it? You trying to start something, or what?

Stolas: [grinning mischievously] Oh, Blitzy, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s just... you make the most delightful sounds when you’re caught off guard.

Blitzo: [deadpan] You’re seriously testing my patience tonight.

Stolas: [teasingly] Testing? Oh, Blitzy, I’m merely... observing. It’s fascinating, really. I never knew you could be so—[pauses dramatically]—ticklish.

Blitzo: [growling through clenched teeth] I’m not ticklish! You’re just being a pain in the ass, as usual!

[Visual Note: Stolas leans in slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as he subtly shifts closer to Blitzo.]

Stolas: [innocently] Oh, really? Not ticklish, you say? Then surely you wouldn’t mind if I... tested that theory.

Blitzo: [struggling to maintain composure, voice rising slightly] S-Stolas, knock it off! I’m warning you!

Stolas: [grinning slyly, his voice dripping with amusement] Warning me, darling? Oh, but I thought you weren’t ticklish. I’m simply... proving a point.

[Sound effect: Bed movement]

[Visual Note: More rustling as Stolas reaches out, gently brushing his feathers consistently against Blitzo’s ribs, earning a sharp, involuntary yelp.]

Blitzo: [bursting out] Stolas, I swear to—! [cuts off with a surprised laugh as he squirms] You little—! Stop it!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously himself, clearly enjoying the moment] Oh, Blitzy, your laugh is simply enchanting! I must admit, I’ve never seen you quite like this.

Blitzo: [gasping between laughs, struggling to grab Stolas’s wrists] Y-you’re insane! I mean it! I’ll—I’ll kill you if you don’t quit!

Stolas: [mock gasp, clearly unfazed] Oh, dear! Such violent threats! But I think you’re having far too much fun to follow through. Now, let’s see. If your neck happens to be sensitive, there must be other spots on your body. Let’s experiment shall we? Starting with your…ribs!

Blitzo: [gasping] S-Stolas, I swear to—oh, fuck! You big beaked bitch! [giggling]

[Visual note: Blitzo squirms, trying to move out of range, but Stolas’ claws expertly follow him, holding him in place as he moves to put his face near his stomach.]

Stolas: [amused] Oh, quite the attempt at an insult, Blitzy. However, you’ve given me a fantastic idea. Let’s see how you react when I utilize this ‘big beak’ against your little stomach.

Blitzo: [sputtering and laughing harder] S-Stolas—oh, shit! I’m gonna—I’m gonna die!

Slotas: [chuckling] Always one for the dramatics. You must be enjoying this, look at your tail! It’s practically wagging. I wonder…

[Visual note: Stolas begins to hold his tail in place carefully while purposely trailing his feathers along his tail.]

Blitzo: [desperately, voice tinged with helplessness] Noooo, not the tail! Anywhere but there! I can’t—

Stolas: [laughing lightly] Oh, I do believe I found the spot! Right here, isn’t it? My feathers along your tail is something you simply cannot stand!

Blitzo: [laughing, struggling to hold his ground] N-no! S-stop! Fuck you—ah! You dick!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously, leaning in closer] Oh, Blitzy, this is far too entertaining. I can’t possibly stop now. Look at you squirming—positively adorable!

Blitzo: [giggling helplessly] Shut up! You’re such a damn—tease! Just— stop! I can’t take anymore!

Stolas: [soft, gentle] Alright, fine, Blitzy. I’m done for tonight. But you have to admit... I was right, wasn’t I? You’re positively ticklish.

Blitzo: [glaring, still breathless] Fine. I’ll admit it, but you’re gonna pay for that, feather brain.

[Visual Note: Blitzo suddenly lunges, catching Stolas off guard and flipping the tables. He digs his fingers into Stolas’s sides with a devilish grin, eliciting a surprised shriek.]

[Sound effect: Continued bed movement]

Stolas: [laughing uncontrollably, wings flapping wildly] B-Blitzy! H-how dare you! This is—highly inappropriate behavior for a royal guest!

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying himself now] Oh, what’s the matter, your highness? You’re just as ticklish as I am!

Stolas: [gasping between laughs] B-Blitzy, stop this instant! I—I demand it as your prince! [bursts into uncontrollable giggles as Blitzo finds a particularly sensitive spot near his ribs] N-Not there, you little fiend!

Blitzo: [grinning mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the reversal of roles] Oh, you can’t make any demands like this, Stols. Keep trying though.

[Visual Note: Blitzo straddles Stolas’s lap to keep him pinned, his fingers darting with surprising precision up to his underarms. Stolas writhes beneath him, his feathers flaring and fluffing up.]

Stolas: [laughing breathlessly] Blitzy! P-Please, I can’t—! Have mercy, darling!

Blitzo: [mocking in a sing-song tone] Oh, mercy, is it? Where was your mercy when you had me in stitches, huh? Let’s see just how ticklish a royal pain in the ass can be! [his hands move to scribble along his underarms]

Stolas: [flailing weakly, feathers ruffling everywhere] I’ll—I’ll do anything! Just stop! Blitzy, you—you devilish imp!

Blitzo: [chuckling wickedly] Damn right, I’m a devil. And you’re getting exactly what you deserve, feather butt! And I know exactly where to go to get you to surrender-

[Visual Note: Blitzo leans closer, his devilish grin widening as he moves his hands lower, inching toward Stolas's hips. Stolas’s eyes widen in panic as he realizes where Blitzo is heading.]

Stolas: [voice pitching higher, laughing nervously] N-no, Blitzy, not there! I-I mean it! That’s—that’s absolutely off-limits!

Blitzo: [mocking] Oh, off-limits? You mean right here? [His digs and circles his thumbs into his hips earning an immediate burst of uncontrollable laughter.]

Stolas: [screaming through laughter, writhing wildly] B-Blitzy! I c-can’t—! I’ll—I’ll fall apart at this rate!

Blitzo: [laughing along with him, his hands darting playfully along Stolas’s sensitive hips] Fall apart? Good! Maybe then you’ll think twice before tickling me to death! This is justice, bird brain!

Stolas: [still laughing, his voice hoarse] Blitzy, I—I beg you! Please, spare me! I’ll do anything you want—just stop tickling me, you ruthless imp!

[Visual Note: Blitzo finally relents, sitting back with a triumphant smirk as Stolas collapses onto the bed, a panting, disheveled mess. His feathers are ruffled beyond recognition.]

Blitzo: [grinning, arms crossed] Now that’s more like it. See, Stolas? That’s what happens when you mess with me.

Stolas: [gasping for air, still snickering weakly] Oh, Blitzy… You’re insufferable…But I must admit, that was… quite a turn of events.

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying the moment] Yeah, yeah. I told you I’d get you back. You think you can just tickle me like that and get away with it?

Stolas: [pushing himself up slightly] Well, I… I certainly didn’t expect you to be so… ruthless. You’re a force to be reckoned with, Blitzy.

Blitzo: [shrugging nonchalantly] I’m full of surprises. You should’ve known better than to mess with me. Anyway, we gonna actually finish that movie or what?

Stolas: [grinning, though still catching his breath] Of course, of course. But I think I’ll need a moment to recover from…from that ‘justice’ you administered.

Blitzo: [settling back down on the bed, crossing his arms] Take all the time you need. But I’m not gonna let you forget this anytime soon.

Stolas: [teasingly] Oh, I’m sure you won’t.

[Visual Note: They both settle back into the bed, the playful tension easing into a rare moment of comfort. The movie continues, unnoticed for a moment as they exchange small, knowing smiles.]

Stolas: [softly, after a pause] Thank you, Blitzy. For indulging me tonight.

Blitzo: [trying to hide his previous vulnerability] Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all mushy on me, alright? Let’s just watch the damn horses.

[Sound Effects: Movie plays on.]

[pjmmania]

Spirits Bright - PJM

A Park Family Christmas Oneshot

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Genre: JiminxReader, IdolAU, Fluff, Christmas

Author’s Note: I thought I'd make a one-shot for the holiday season. No warnings, just good old-fashioned family stuff with you and Jimin. Enjoy the read and Merry Christmas!

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Your four-year-old snuggled up to you, her fleece red and green pajamas adding to her warmth.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was playing on the mounted television, right above a fireplace that wasn't aglow. As your daughter told you earlier that evening with a concerned look on her sweet little face, you couldn't light a fire tonight. Otherwise, Santa wouldn't be able to come down the chimney.

Little Mina was drowsy, her body becoming gradually more limp against you. Though she was watching the movie, her tell of falling asleep was showing. She had a self-soothing habit left over from infancy of taking her ear lobe and rubbing it between her fingers, pulling on it gently. You and your husband thought it was still as adorable as it was when she was six months old.

Any other night, you would have taken her up to bed at this point, but you promised her that she’d be able to see her father first. And you knew he’d want to be the one to tuck her in on this Christmas Eve, especially after not being home for a couple weeks. Jimin had been in Paris, doing some promotional engagements. A long stint like this was never easy for your little family, but at least it ensured that he’d be able to spend ample time at home for the holiday and the weeks after.

Lovingly, you rubbed her back, keeping your other hand on your belly. As she focused on the animated characters on the screen, your gaze fell on the three stockings hanging off the mantle. One red, one green, and one white - all embroidered with your names. You considered the spacing between them, and how you would need to adjust their placement next year. Come next Christmas, there would be a fourth stocking. A new little Park was six months along in your womb.

“Mommy?”

Her voice was so tiny and exhausted.

“Yes, baby?”

Mina didn’t turn her head away from the screen, “Will Daddy be home soon?”

She wasn’t looking at you, so you permitted a gushing pout to form on your face. Their bond was so strong that she was fighting sleep for him, and you knew that he was in his car right now, rushing to get home to you both. You could only pray that he obeyed traffic laws on the way to your apartment.

“He’ll be here any minute, don’t you worry,” you told her without a hint of doubt in your tone, “You have to be ready. He’s going to give you the biggest hug in the world.”

“He has to go to bed too, and you Mommy,” she said, “Or Santa won’t come, right?”

You laughed a bit, “That’s right. We all have to be asleep if we want Santa to come and leave presents under the tree. So we will finish the movie with Daddy and then we will all go to bed, okay?”

The sound of Jimin’s key entering the latch in the door couldn’t have come at a better time. When you gasped with excitement, your daughter sat up from your lap. Every paternally-inherited feature on her face was alert and joyful, as if she hadn’t just been falling into slumber.

The two of you had your eyes trained on the door to the right. You were craning your neck backward and caught a glimpse of him as he came through, black suitcase in his hand.

Mina was looking at you with a beam, her lips parted for an instant until she heard her father’s call.

“Where are my beautiful girls?”

She leapt off the couch and took off towards the door, “Daddy!”

As a mother, even though you were happy to see her so overjoyed, one of your chief concerns was making sure she didn’t slip and fall in her socks on the wooden floor, “Careful!”

The little girl barely heard you, far too eager to be in Jimin’s arms.

Then he saw her round the corner into the entry hallway, in her cute Christmas pajamas. A plump, smiling face that looked exactly like his was fast approaching, swelling his heart. Though he was exhausted from a day of travel and a couple weeks of work, Jimin’s expression became one of pure elation.

Mina squealed again once she saw him, “Daddy!”

The sound of her high-pitched voice moved him more than any music could. His precious baby girl, somehow appearing bigger than she was when he departed mere weeks ago.

He set his suitcase down before crouching to meet her, arms opening wide, “Hi, little miss!”

Your heart warmed as you heard him use his go-to nickname for her. You paused the movie and got up to greet your husband. You found the two of them in a snuggle, right in the middle of the hallway. His arms totally enveloped her, bringing her to his chest. He looked as if he'd never dream of letting her go, placing kiss after kiss in her black hair.

You chose to say nothing and let them stay in this moment.

"I missed you Daddy." your daughter said, her voice muffled in his black sweatshirt.

Jimin’s voice was nearly at a whisper, her words and the way she said them nearly breaking him, "I missed you more, princess.”

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw you standing a short distance away. Grinning, he took hold of the four-year-old's waist and lifted her up as he stood. Mina's arms looped around his neck as she let her chin rest on his shoulder, enjoying her father's familiar scent.

Your husband gave you a sweet, long kiss, "Hi, you. And hi, baby.”

He placed a free hand on your bump. You smiled against his lips, "Welcome home. Have you eaten?"

The look he gave you was one of gratitude. You were the most nurturing wife and mother he could have ever hoped for.

"I ate on the plane, but thank you." he said.

"I don't like it when you go on planes," Mina interjected with a random comment, "But I like it when they bring you home."

You put your hand on her back and gave it a few rubs. Jimin turned his head to kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know what I saw when I was all the way up in the sky, Mina?"

The curious child lifted her head, "What?"

"I looked out the window and I saw Santa's sleigh."

You feigned a surprised response for her sake, while her reaction was completely real and excited.

"Really Daddy?!" she giggled.

Jimin tapped her nose once with his index finger, "Really. He's on his way with all the reindeer. Did you and Mommy leave him some milk and cookies?"

She nodded eagerly.

"We sure did," you added, "And we even put out some carrots for the reindeer, didn't we?"

"Yeah!”

Your husband chuckled and the three of you started towards the living room, “Well that’s very thoughtful of you. I bet all that flying is making them tired. Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

He glanced at you when he asked that question, directing it more at you than her.

“I’ve been very good.” the child vouched for herself.

You’d reached the couch in the living room. With a smile, you decided to affirm, “I’d say you have. No mean words, no complaining before bed time. And you helped me wipe the counters we folded some towels together.”

“And cook!”

Your husband grinned, glad to learn of her good behavior, “That’s my girl.”

You laughed. There was a story of Mina accidentally spilling a sack of flour all over the place that you’d have to share with him later. It was a harmless accident, one you remembered fondly along with the image of her face coated in a white dusting.

Jimin set her down on the couch and kicked off his shoes, more than ready to relax and spend what was left of Christmas Eve with his family. The living room looked beautiful, all lit up from the twinkle of the tree and the trimmings of red and gold.

When he finally sat down, your daughter climbed right into his lap and cuddled close, seemingly ready to resume the movie, as you told her you would. You scooted closer to them and pulled a warm chenille blanket over all three of you.

Soon, Mina began to play with her ear lobe again, sinking back into her sleepiness. The jubilation and excitement from reuniting with her father was dying down. She experienced what she had stayed awake for, and now her body was depleted of energy. By the time the movie ended, she was almost completely under.

He was looking down at her, lightly pushing some hair out of her face, “You getting sleepy, little miss?”

She shook her head ever so slightly, eyes closed. You knew your daughter’s heart - all she wanted was to stay with him. But she wasn’t even playing with her ear now, indicating that she was about to pass out at any moment.

There was no need to try to coax her to go to bed. You could have taken her then and there, but you wanted to give them both some more time snuggling. All of Mina’s complaints over the last two weeks were echoing in your mind, asking you where her Daddy was and when he’d be home. Now he was here with her, and you couldn’t look forward to separating them.

A few minutes later, she was out.

You smiled at her for a second, before getting up from the couch to straighten up a little bit.

“Baby, take her,” Jimin whispered, “Whatever it is, I got it.”

From behind the couch, you bent forward and kissed his forehead as he tilted it back, “No, enjoy a couple more minutes with her. I’m just tidying up.”

After folding some blankets and wiping down the counters in the kitchen, you turned off all lights that weren’t in the living room. When you returned to the pair in the couch, Jimin hadn’t moved an inch.

With a content sigh, you sat back down with them, but wouldn’t sit all the way back and relax. It was time to get your little girl to her room.

Your husband saw the look you were giving him and chuckled, although careful to keep his voice down, “I know she needs to be put in bed but I don’t want to let her go yet. I just got back.”

You smirked and whispered in reply, “We can tuck her in together.”

“Do we have to?”

You widened your eyes a little so he paid close attention, “Yes, because Santa has to come and put all the presents under the tree.”

He sighed, “I wish Santa could come later though. I missed holding her.”

“I know,” you said, “But you can hold her tomorrow. Plus your wife has been waiting patiently for her turn.”

He chuckled warmly, “Well I couldn’t possibly disappoint my Mrs., so let’s go.”

As he rose from the couch, he used his core strength to ensure Mina didn’t jostle. He held in one arm, keeping one hand free for you. Fingers intertwined with yours, you both headed into her bedroom. Her big girl bed was waiting for her, with flannel sheets in her favorite color, purple.

Jimin took the utmost care when laying her down. His technique had been perfected when she was a tiny thing, in those days where she had to be put in her crib with such stealth - otherwise she’d wake up and resume crying.

Once she was comfortably on the bed, she turned on her side naturally. You pulled up her covers, tucking them around her without pulling your eyes from her angelic face.

Then you leaned further down to kiss her cheek, “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

Your husband did the same, “Sleep tight, little miss. Daddy loves you too.”

Mindful of the softness of your steps, the two of you exited the darkened room and closed her door quietly.

Now, to play the important role of Santa Claus.

You kept your voice quiet, “Presents are in our closet, behind your suit rack.”

Jimin held in a laugh. He’d grown to love doing this over the past couple years, where the girl had come to understand the concept of Santa and look forward to it. Her enthusiasm had renewed his own love for Christmas, as there was no greater joy than seeing the look on her face in the morning.

It was fun for both of you to sneak around with the gifts, tiptoeing from your bedroom to the living room. Together, you knelt at the base of the glowing tree and placed the wrapped boxes and bags underneath. As a parent, you cared about the positioning of the gifts, wanting the scene the following morning to be nothing short of magical for your child.

As you moved things around, Jimin went over to the fireplace to stuff some smaller things in Mina’s stocking.

The whole process only took a few minutes. When the stage was all set for a delightful holiday morning, Jimin helped you stand up.

“One more thing we have to do,” he grinned, “Hungry?”

You raised your brows with a sly smile, “I do have a sweet tooth these days.”

The two of you were soon munching on the cookies and carrots on the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling relaxed.

“Thank you.” he muttered as he exhaled, putting his arm around you.

With a mouth full of cookie, you furrowed your brows, “For what?”

Jimin’s plump lips pressed into your temple, “For all you do as a wife and mother, making sure our family has a good Christmas in spite of my work schedule. You’ve basically been putting on the holiday all by yourself until now. Can’t be easy with our four-year-old ball of energy and another in your belly. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smiled softly, “I’ve been fine, I promise. She really was well-behaved. If anything, this one has given me more trouble, making me pee nonstop, always wiggling around.”

As if on cue, the baby kicked your side. You put your hand on your belly, “Like right now.”

Jimin’s palm dashed to the same spot of your abdomen, eager to feel the movements. What felt like a jab to you translated as a tap against his hand, spreading his smile wider.

“Hello, little man,” he chuckled, “Daddy missed you. Have you been making trouble for your Mommy? Hm?”

“He’s been dancing, I think,” you remarked as you bit into a carrot, “Way more active than Mina ever was, which is funny considering how rambunctious she is now.”

“Then maybe he will mellow out once he joins us out here. Be the opposite of her.” you husband pushed a tuft of dark hair out of his face.

You laughed lightly, “Not a chance. His big sister is going to teach him her ways. We will have our work cut out for us.”

“She’s been getting more excited to meet him,” he concurred, “I think it was hard for her to understand at first, but now that you’re showing and she can feel him move, it’s more real to her.”

You hummed in agreement, “She told me last week that she wants to name him Frosty.”

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t spit out the contents. You put your finger to your lips and shushed him, reminding him that there was a sleeping child.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “That’s just so adorable. She’s really gotten into the Christmas spirit, huh?”

You nodded, “Big time, and I love it. She’s entering those peak years where it’s all so wondrous.”

His smiled faded ever so slightly, “I know. I will make sure I don’t miss as much holiday time in the years ahead. I want to be there for the cookie baking, hot chocolate, movies, everything. Not to mention, we will have two next year.”

He rubbed your belly, both of you imagining your lives at this time the following year. Mina would be five, and this baby boy would be a few months shy of a year old.

The expression on his face became more serious as his deep brown eyes found yours, “There’s no way I’m leaving you for that long to manage both of them. I’m so-”

“Don’t,” you put your hand on his cheek, your face kind and soft, “Don’t say you’re sorry, Jimin. You were gone for just two weeks. That’s the longest you’ve been away in a while, and you didn’t miss the actual holiday.”

“I know,” he said, smiling somewhat sadly, “And I remember us talking about this stuff before we started trying for Mina. We knew things like this would happen.”

“Exactly,” you grinned softly before giving him a kiss on his cheek, “We are making the very most of our circumstances. Your career offers our family so many blessings that other families don’t have, but it does come with some downsides. This is a downside and we’re handling it the best we can. At the end of it all, I still say we are extremely fortunate.”

“We are,” he sighed, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. It just gets harder and harder to leave you both, especially in your condition.”

It was tough to see him full of regret. You wanted him to feel like the amazing husband and father that he was.

“Then we can try to adjust your schedule going forward. But this is Christmas, Jimin. It’s about family, and we are together now. That’s all we need to think about.”

He was silent for a moment, but your words seemed to subdue any negative feelings entrenched within him. He kissed you more deeply than he could have in front of Mina.

“How did I manage to find myself the perfect bride?”

You giggled lightly, “Luck of the draw, I suppose. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

You cuddled on the couch for a while longer, before the weight of the day came crashing down on both of you. He was exhausted from traveling, and you were wiped from another hectic day of motherhood.

Jimin made sure that the empty cookie plate and glass were set back by the fireplace. You switched off the tree lights and the lamps in the living room, and then you headed into your bedroom together.

You were using a pregnancy pillow for hip and back support, and to keep you from turning in your sleep. Jimin spooned you, the scent of your hair products acting as a soothing tonic for him. Slowly and absentmindedly, he rubbed circles on your bump.

“And to all a good night.” he mumbled.

Nearly asleep, you chuckled, “Goodnight, Jiminie.”

You awoke to your alarm at six. You knew Mina would wake up earlier than normal due to her excitement, so you wanted to be ready.

To your surprise, your husband was already out of bed. Typically after getting home from a longer trip, he slept in up to the point where you’d have your daughter come and wake him up, sitting on his torso and laughing at his light snoring.

After brushing your teeth, you padded out of your room and into the hallway, where you could pick up on the faint sound of the coffee maker brewing. Walking to the kitchen, you passed through the living room, where the tree was already lit up and a fire was cracking in the fireplace.

You paused to take in the perfectly merry scene. It looked like the quintessential Christmas morning.

You heard his hoarse morning voice behind you, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

When you turned around, you doing your husband holding two mugs of coffee. You trusted that he’d made yours decaf.

Jimin came up to you and gave you a quick kiss, handing you one of the mugs, “For you.”

“Merry Christmas,” you pecked his lips again, “And thank you.”

The two of you sat on the couch together to catch a moment of peace before the festivities began. Just as the night before, you laid your head on his shoulder.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you, “I remember before I left that it was getting tricky.”

You hummed, “Pretty good, actually. I think your son was sleeping. Not many kicks. I did have a little bit of heartburn, but miraculously I didn’t get up to pee.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, not because it was funny, but because he was totally in awe of you. He set his mug down on the side table next to the couch before leaning to press his lips on your belly.

“What a nice present you gave Mommy, little man. A night of decent sleep.”

You giggled, placing your hand in his black hair, “It’s a Christmas Miracle. And speaking of presents…”

You took another sip of your decade before hoisting yourself off the cushion, putting your mug on the coffee table. You took a few steps over to the tree and retrieved the gift you got for your husband. It was a small box, wrapped in a classic green paper with a red and white bow.

You hadn’t noticed, but your man already had your gift next to him. It must have been there before you ever sat down. You returned to his hide and handed it to him, “You first.”

Jimin sat up a little more, keeping the box in his lap as he pulled off the bow and tore away the paper. By the brand name on the box, he instantly knew what item it was, but could have never anticipated the detailing of the gift within.

He was beaming as he took the platinum watch, with a deep blue dial. Right away, he caught something unique about it. There were four different gemstones along the bezel, giving it a pop of color.

“Our family’s birthstones,” you explained, “Here’s mine, there’s the opal for you, the peridot for Mina, and the aquamarine for our boy. I just thought when you travel, you might like to wear something that keeps us all together.”

Unexpectedly, he became choked up, rubbing his fingers on his bottom lip. He loved the thought behind it, of taking his family with him wherever he went.

He cast his arm around you and pressed a long kiss on your temple, trying not to cry, “Thank you, baby. This means the world to me.”

You scooted closer to him, linking your arms together, “You mean the world to us, no matter where you are. We are always united as a family.”

Jimin chuckled, lightening his own mood, “Just wait until I show the guys. They will be dropping hints to their wives to get them the same thing.”

You giggled too.

Then he placed it back in the box with care before setting it on the coffee table. He reached to the side table to grab the gift he’d gotten for you. It was a flat, rectangular shape, wrapped in red and white.

When he handed it to you, it became apparent that this was a folder of some kind. You unwrapped it gently, not wanting to tear whatever was hiding beneath.

It was a yellow business envelope with gold prongs sealing it at the top. You pinched the prongs together, freeing the flap to be lifted. Your face expressed your confusion thoroughly, but your husband knew you were going to love this.

You pulled out a packet of papers that were stapled together. Honestly, it looked like a headache to have to read, but that wasn’t the part you needed to focus on.

Then you read the top line, which told you what kind of document this was.

“A land title?” you asked.

Jimin nodded, pursing his lips together in anticipation for you to finally know, “Yes, a land title.”

You laughed, though you were terribly perplexed, “Why do we need a plot of land?”

“Because I’m going to build you a house.”

Your hands and the papers dropped into your lap as you looked at him with astonishment. Speechless, your mouth was slightly agape. It was as if you short-circuited.

You looked back and forth between him and the title papers a couple times, unable to get a word out. Jimin was quite satisfied with your reaction.

“W-What?” you finally got out, a smile growing on your face.

He chuckled at how cute you looked, “I know we’ve enjoyed our time here in this apartment, but it’s time we had a place that’s truly our own. I want you to have the home of your dreams, where our kids can have a yard to play in and multiple floors to run around and wreak havoc.”

Then he put his hand on your bump, “Plus, the Parks are growing in number. And I know he isn’t our last one. Best to have enough space for them all, right?”

You were grinning ear to ear as you practically pounced on him. The title papers fell off the couch as you kissed his face repeatedly, “This is amazing, Jiminie! Thank you so much!”

His laughter rang out, “You’re welcome.”

When you pulled away, he could see the tears of joy brimming in your eyes.

“I-I can’t believe it,” you beamed, “Our very own home!”

“You deserve it, baby. You and our children. Plus, I thought with more space, I’d be able to put in a home studio or something. Do more work at home. I think it’s exactly what we need.”

The two of you ended up snuggling on the couch for a while, daydreaming out loud about all the possibilities. You laid on your back and your husband on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. He was perfectly content just listening to you think of ideas for your new home. Throughout, he kept his hand on your belly so he could feel his son’s hiccups, focusing on your smile as you talked about how you’d design the master bedroom.

Life was pure in this moment, only to be improved by the sound of Mina’s door opening.

You had told her not to come out until you came to get her, but it appeared your effort was futile. She was just enthused, and you weren’t about to make a fuss over it. You quickly sat up, as did Jimin.

“Let me bring her in,” he grinned, “You stay.”

You nodded, watching him get up to go meet your little girl in the hallway, before she marched herself into the living room. You got out your phone to record the two of them when they came back in.

Mina was slowly making her way towards the living room, as if she was trying to do it without getting caught. She knew that she was technically disobeying her mother’s instructions. When Jimin saw her, she froze.

He laughed, “Are you sneaking out of your room, little miss?”

She nodded.

He went to swoop her up in an instant, erasing any fear of retribution from her mind. She belted out a sweet giggle, receiving two kisses on her cheek.

“I snuck out early this morning too,” he smiled, “And I think you will love what you find in the living room.”

Her eyes were wide and thrilled, “Did Santa come, Daddy?”

“Why don’t we go find out together, hm?”

He set her down and held her tiny hand, leading her into the living room. You got it all on video, but watched her reaction directly, rather than through your phone screen.

Her short legs sprung up and down a few times, her face bright with unbridled joy. Jimin was looking down at her, treasuring every bit of it.

She pointed to the gathering of presents under the tree, “Mommy look! Santa came!”

You matched her level of excitement, “I see, baby! Did he eat the cookies?”

She bounded away from her father to verify what you’d said. She bent down in her pajamas to inspect the plate before jumping back up, “He did eat the cookies!”

You and your husband laughed as she ran into your arms, too giddy to contain herself. You hugged her tightly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

As you held her, Jimin went and took a seat next to the tree. Wanting his wife to remain comfy on the couch, he assumed the role of gift-passer, ready to begin a beautiful family experience. Embracing your daughter, you opened your eyes to find him looking at you. His smile was gentle and subconscious, containing all the adoration in the world. You mirrored this same expression, knowing that your future was as bright as your spirits that morning.

Then he clapped his hands once, calling Mina over, "Alright, little miss. Let's see what Santa brought."

[winchesterwild78]

Unspoken Words pt 4

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters

Warnings: a little angst, SMUT, fluff

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid. 

**This chapter has the reader and Jensen taking their relationship to the next level.**

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story. 

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

A few hours later Lily was in her room on the pediatric floor and Jensen was back. Sarah and Steve had stopped by to check on us and bring some food. 

Lily was curled up on Jensen’s lap watching Supernatural and holding onto his shirt for dear life. I sat in the chair beside the bed, glancing between the television and them. 

My heart was so full of love for him. He treated her like she was his daughter and didn’t hesitate to come when I called. 

Lily eventually fell asleep and Jensen carefully climbed out of the bed to stretch. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Then a pang of guilt started to creep in. He didn’t ask for this. We were just fans that came into his life and now here he is in a hospital room with me and my daughter. 

I looked at him and saw how tired he was. I wanted to talk to him, so I took a deep breath. “Jensen, you don’t have to stay here. Please don’t feel obligated to stay. She’ll be fine if you’re not here when she wakes up. I know you’re tired and you have other commitments.” 

Jensen looked at me and walked over to me, taking me by the hands and pulling me up, “Y/N, I don’t have any other commitments. Right here, right beside you is where I should be. Here with my girls. I’m not leaving you alone in this.” He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and I just nodded.

The nursing staff and doctors were incredible. They checked on Lily and asked Jensen and I if we needed anything. They helped us convert the chair in the room into the bed it changed into. I slept on the bed with Lily and Jensen slept in the chair/bed. 

By the fourth day in the hospital, Lily’s fever broke and we were being released to go home. They still had no idea why she was sick, the doctor classified it as a fever of unknown origin. 

We got the discharge papers, and we headed home. I was thankful for my own bed, and I know Lily was excited to be back home in familiar surroundings. 

In the hospital she barely spoke. It worried me, because before she was starting to communicate more. Now it seems as though the switch flipped again. Jensen told me not to worry about it too much, she’d talk again when she was ready. He always had a way of calming me down. 

After we got home Lily got back into her routine of playing, watching her favorite show and her new favorite thing, snuggling with Jensen. 

He didn’t seem to mind. She’d curl up between us and lay her head on his lap or his side and put her feet on me. 

She’d play with her stuffies while he and I would talk. Tonight was no different. I made dinner and we all three ate. After dinner I gave Lily a bath, checked her temperature for the hundredth time, and got her ready for bed. 

She grabbed a book and took it to Jensen. “Do you want me to read this to you, Lily?” She didn’t respond verbally, she just grabbed his hand and led him to her room. 

He sat beside her, tucked her in, gave her a kiss on her head and read the story. I stood at the door watching them. As he sat beside her I noticed her hand kept drifting from her stuffy to Jensen’s arm, then back again. 

When the book was done, she was fast asleep. He kissed her head softly and we left the room. 

The two of us went to the kitchen. I grabbed him a beer and I poured myself a glass of wine. The stress from the past few days was weighing on me and I was worried about Jensen. 

“Jensen, you know you don’t have to stay the night. You’ve barely been home since Tuesday. She’s going to be okay, and I know if I need you, you’ll be here.” 

He sat his beer down, grabbed my wine glass and set it down. Then pulled me onto his lap, “Sweetheart, I know I don’t have to stay. I want to. I want to be here with you and Lily. You two mean so much to me.”

I crashed my lips onto his without thinking. At that moment I wanted nothing more than him. His lips, his hands, his body. All of him, I wanted, no I needed him. 

His hands gripped my fleshy hips tightly. I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I moaned against his mouth as his hands delicately danced up my spine. 

Jensen’s hands found their way to my supple breasts and my body arched forward on instinct. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, and I pulled back from his lips and pulled my shirt over my head with one pull. 

Jensen smirked, “Damn sweetheart.” His lips trailed down my neck, over my collarbone, and down to the tops of my bra covered breasts. Leaving kisses and love bites as he trailed down my body. 

My pulse was pounding in my ears and the arousal shot through my body like I’d never felt. Every inch of my body tingled with anticipation. Every nerve ending electrified at his touch. 

My arousal grew as my panties became soaked. My lips ghosted his, “Jensen, let’s take this to the bedroom.” I lightly kissed his lips and when I pulled back my bottom lip was between his teeth. 

His eyes dark with lust and desire, making me feel like I could cum right there. 

Jensen helped me up and we raced to the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Jensen was on me again. His strong arms laid me down on the bed, caging me between the mattress and him. 

He stood up and removed his shirt. I heard his belt and I sat up, helping him remove his belt. 

My hand lightly brushes against his member, pulling a hiss from his lips. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but damn he was already so big. I bit my lip with anticipation. 

He pulled his pants down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Our chests heaving with excitement as we looked at each other, knowing we were dangerously close to crossing a line that can’t be uncrossed. 

I slid my hands behind my back and removed my bra. When my breasts sprang free from the confines of the material, Jensen growled. 

I laid back as he kissed down my torso, licking and sucking each nipple and he kissed down to my navel. 

He stopped at the top of my jeans and looked down at me. I nodded. He unzipped my pants and pulled them and my panties off. I grabbed the blanket to cover up, but Jensen took it away.

“No, don’t. I want to see your beautiful body.” I blushed as Jensen kissed down my body. His hands found their way between my thighs and he parted them slowly. He stopped, looked up at me and said, “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to go any further. I don’t want to rush this.” 

I nodded, “Jensen, I want you. All of you, if you’re ready, I’m ready.” His lips found mine again, “I’m ready too, sweetheart.” 

His fingers parted my wet folds and slid inside me. Hooking up he found that sweet spot. The contact made me arch my hips off the bed and I moaned his name softly like a prayer. 

Jensen’s thumb rubbed my clit, soft delicate circles at first, then as his fingers thrusted more, his thumb rubbed a little harder. I was panting and a moaning mess under him. 

It had been years since a man touched me, and damn was he good at it. “Oh god, right there Jensen! Fuck! I’m so close.” He sped up, “Yes baby, cum on my fingers. Let me feel you come undone.” I came with a scream of his name as my fingers dug into his arms. 

His lips crashing on mine to muffle the sound of my scream. He smirked against my mouth, “You’ve got to keep it down sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up Lily.” 

My chest was rising and falling fast as I tried to steady my breath. Jensen stood and I saw his cock fully hard through his boxers. 

He slid them down and the sight of him almost made me cum again. I licked my lips and then pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle.” He grabbed a condom from his jeans and opened the package. 

I leaned up and helped him put it on. Sliding the rubber down the length of his thick shaft. Watching how the thin latex stretched to accommodate his girth and length. 

The condom was completely unrolled when I reached the bottom of his shaft. My cheeks flushed red and my breath hitched. 

His eyes met mine, dark green with so much lust and desire. “Are you ready?” I nodded, not able to trust my voice. 

I slid up until my head reached the pillows and I felt the bed dip down as Jensen positioned himself between my legs. His hands gently pushed my legs apart as he moved closer to me. 

Our eyes locked on each other as Jensen slowly guided himself in. I felt his engorged tip pushing past my soaked entrance and the initial contact made me gasp. 

Jensen slowly pushed in, taking his time. My hands switched from gripping the sheets beside me to holding on to him. I felt every inch of him, stretching me and pushing further into me. 

My walls are tight around him, like our bodies were made for each other. It was painful in the most amazing way. His lips found mine as he bottomed out. Pulling a moan from both of our mouths. 

My grip on his shoulders tight as he brought his hips back slightly and then forward again. His pace was steady and rhythmic as the sounds of moans and pleasure filled the bedroom. 

Jensen’s body hovered over mine as our hips connected over and over again. His lips finding mine and leaving trails of love bites down my neck. I felt worshipped and desired. 

Our hands held onto each other as Jensen’s pace picked up more. I was close again, feeling his length brush against my g-spot and his head touching my cervix. He could feel it too.

“Go ahead baby, let go for me. Cum for me again.” My body responding to his commands, I came again. My walls clenched around him with an unyielding grip. He moaned loudly.

His pace picked up and his hips slammed into mine faster. He was close. Jensen kissed me with more fervor and I felt his cock twitch as his hips bucked into mine. He came with a groan. 

Before he pulled out, he kissed me again and stood. Jensen walked to the bathroom, removed the condom and returned to the bed with a washcloth to clean us both up. 

Tossing the cloth to the side, he crawled in bed and pulled me close to him. “That was incredible, Y/N.” My cheeks flushed and my breath still trying to steady I nodded and snuggled closer to his chest. 

“Jensen, that was amazing. You were amazing.” The two of us laid in each other’s arms in silence for a while. Then Jensen broke the silence, “You sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” 

I looked up at him, his green eyes full of concern, “No Jensen, you didn’t hurt me at all.” I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.” I whispered softly.

I felt Jensen’s body tense beside me and my brain’s euphoric moment came crashing down. Oh shit! I just said I love you and he tensed up. Oh god, I just messed this up. This is too much too fast. 

Panic filled my body and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it back, because let’s be honest, I didn’t want to. I meant it, but dammit why did I have to say it out loud. 

The two of us laid there in silence. I could feel the tension in his body and it was still hanging in the air. I just screwed all of this up. I knew I did. My heart pounded in my chest and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry or throw up. 

I slowly pulled away from him and felt his grip on me loosen. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me and went into the bathroom. 

Using the blanket I muffled my sobs. I just ruined all of this. I ruined it for me, but worst of all I ruined it for Lily. 

Despair and regret filled my body. I washed my face and pulled on some clothes. When I walked back into the bedroom I saw Jensen pulling on his pants. 

My heart shattered. “Hey, I’m gonna head home to check on the house. I’ll um, see you later.” I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat and a hole in my heart. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then.”

I couldn’t look at him and he couldn’t look at me. I walked him to the door and before he left he stopped, turned around and placed a soft kiss on my lips. 

“Good bye, Y/N.” The way he said good bye sent a ripple of pain through my body. I knew this was it. The last time I’d see him, and it hurt. It hurt so damn much. 

“Good bye, Jensen, and I’m sorry.” My voice barely whispers. His breath hitched and he stepped out the door. 

I locked the door and crawled back into bed crying. Eventually I cried myself to sleep. 

*Jensen’s POV*

“I love you”, her sweet voice echoed in my head. My body tensed and I couldn’t respond. I wanted to say it too, damn did I want to, but I’m terrified. After the last woman I gave my heart to, how can I be sure it won’t end the same way. 

I left like a coward. No doubt making her feel worse. I have no idea how to fix this. I am falling for her. I was falling for her even before tonight. 

I just need to clear my head. 

Driving home debating turning the car around or heading home. God I’m so torn. 

I sent Steve a text.

Jensen: Hey man, you awake?

Steve: Kinda busy with Sarah at the moment, you okay?

Jensen: Not really, but I’ll figure it out. I think I fucked up.

Steve: Is everyone okay?

Jensen: I don’t know. I just left Y/N’s house and I screwed up.

Steve: Give me 5 minutes.

Jensen pulled in his driveway and sat there. Unable to move, so he waited for Steve’s call. 

The phone ringing pulled Jensen’s attention back to reality. “Hey man. I really fucked up.” “What happened?”

“We had sex, and man was it incredible. After we were in each other’s arms she said “I love you” and I tensed up. When she got up to go to the bathroom, I got up and got dressed. I left.” 

Steve ran his fingers through his hair. “Jensen, why?” “Honestly, I’m scared. I’m falling for her too, and I love Lily like she’s my own. I just don’t want to be hurt again.”

“Jensen, I get it man. Nobody wants to be hurt, but I’ve seen you guys together. She’s in love with you, hell Sarah even said Y/N was. She’s known her for years, so I’d believe her. Believe me, Y/N isn’t going to jump into any relationship without thinking it through, especially because of Lily. Man you need to make this right, and now.” 

“Thanks man. I appreciate it. Tell Sarah hi.” Jensen put his car in drive and headed back to my place.

I laid in the bed, tears finally stopping and I stared at the ceiling. The events of the night playing in my head like a silent movie. The way his hands and lips felt to the crushing pain of him walking out the door. I couldn’t sleep. 

I heard a knock on the front door. I grabbed my robe and tiptoed through the room. Looking out the peephole I saw Jensen. His face twisted with pain and regret. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door. His eyes met mine and he walked in pulled me tight and crashed his lips to mine. When we pulled away, his lips ghosted mine as he whispered, “I’m so sorry. I’m a coward. I shouldn’t have walked away.” He kissed me again, this time with more emotion. I felt his regret pouring from his lips. 

When we pulled away I guided him to the couch. “Jensen, what happened? I mean, I know what I said, and I’m so sorry. It just slipped out.” Jensen shook his head, “Don’t be sorry baby. Honestly I was scared. I feel it too, and it scares the hell out of me. The last woman I gave my heart to broke it and used me.”

“Jensen, I get it. The last man I gave my heart to knocked me up and left me. I’m scared too, but I promise I would never intentionally hurt you.” 

“I know, Y/N. You and Lily mean so much to me. It scared me because of how quickly it happened, then tonight. Everything clicked into place. You said I love you and panic filled my body. I shouldn't have walked out like I did. I’m so sorry, baby.”

I cupped his face in my hands, “Jensen, it’s okay to be scared. We can navigate all of this together. You don’t have to say it until you’re ready, but please don’t leave every time I say it.” 

Jensen swallowed and nodded, “I won’t, I promise.” I stood and took his hand, “Come on, let’s go back to bed.” He nodded, shrugged off his jacket and the two of us crawled back into the bed.

My head rested on his chest as he drew delicate patterns on my back and arm. 

He kissed the top of my head, and we both drifted off to sleep laying in each other’s arms. 

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[storiesfromafan]

Wish I Were Her - Benny x Reader

A/N: as promised, the next part. I just finished rewriting it, after not liking the original 😂 hopefully this isn't too bad. Also, forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes, as well as the formate of the post. Posting on my phone while at Starbucks 😅

Previous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Tag List: @psychocitylights

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she...

- Heather by Conan Grey

Butterflies swarmed your stomach, fluttering in excitement and nerves. For tonight you were going to Grand and Division for the first time. Benny was back, and you’d made plans with Sandra and Fran to go to the Vandals bar to hang out. Both women said they’d meet you there, as you had worked till close at the grocery store.

You recall hearing, before seeing, the group of Vandals ride past the store. Part of you wanted to believe it was Benny's doing, checking in on you. But the more rational side knew that the most common route through the town to Grand and Division takes you past your work place.

After work, you had rushed home to have dinner with your parents, before getting ready to go out. You moved around your room in a flurry, putting a few bobby pins in your hair to hold some stray hairs in place, going for a half-up half down-do. Then you hit it with a quick spray of hair spray, just to lock it all in. Make up for the night consisted of light powder, small touch of blush, mascara and some dusty pink lipstick. It gave you a natural look. Because you just knew your parents will question you when you head out. To which you’d tell a small white lie on where you were going.

With one more final look over yourself in the full mirror, you looked over your jeans and sweater – keeping it casual – you nodded before grabbing your cardigan and handbag, slipping on your flats. Heading out of your room, walking along the hall and then bouncing down the staircase, you could hear the television as you came down the stairs. Both parents were sitting on the couch together, watching a show and softly laughing. You smiled at the sweet scene before you. Having always wanted something like what they had.

“I’m heading out for a while" you said, breaking the silence that was filled with soft volume from the TV.

“You’re going out?” Questioned your father as you walked past them.

You nodded. “Yes, I mentioned I was meeting up with Sandra and Fran at dinner".

Your father looked to his watch, using the TV light. “It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” His tone had a small firmness to it.

Your mother put her hand on his arm. “Oh dear, she’s young and having fun. Remember when you were young?” She shot you a wink, having your back.

Your father sighed. “Fine. But don’t be out too late. There are some unsavoury people out there" your mother shot him a look and he sighed. “Have fun kiddo".

You smiled moving to give them both a quick hug, and heading for the front door again. “I promise I will be fine, and home not too late!”

Stepping out on the porch you closed the front door and headed down the couple of stairs, down the path to the side walk. From there you walked the short distance for the bus stop, thankfully you only had to wait five minutes before it showed up. Once on you settled in for the short ride.

Looking out the window, you watched how everything passed by. Your excitement and nerves running through you, though the nerves were slowly over taking your excitement. Your mind full of questions. Such as what was the bar like? Would it be as rowdy as you’ve heard? Would Benny be happy to see you? Will he want to see you? Would he stick to your side? Would you get to talk more?

It wasn’t a long ride, finally pulling the cord for your stop. Bus pulling up to the curb before stopping. You smiled, thanking the driver before getting off the bus. You waited for it to pull away before looking left and then right, seeing the street clear you crossed over. From here it was only two blocks to the bar.

With every step it was like your heart was beating in time. Those butterflies restless, nerves hitting you full force. And with it all, that damn voice from the dark distant space of your mind arose. It had you doubting yourself. And doubting Benny.

What if he doesn’t want to see you? What if he finds you annoying? Or childish? That voice laughed, what if he’s already got himself a girl? Walking into a den of Vandals, only to be laughed at...

You felt those words weighing heavy on your mind and heart. But you wanted to believe that voice was wrong. You believed there was a chance for you with Benny. Or else he wouldn’t have said and done what he has, right? You pushed that voice back into its corner. And holding your head high you walked on. The sound of engines roaring and cheering had just caught your ears when you were almost to the corner from Grand and Division. You smiled, shakily releasing a breath and the last of your nerves.

Then you turned the corner. Across the road diagonally you saw the neon lights of the bar, out the front were rows of bikes, which had a few men sitting upon them. One of them was the back of an all too familiar body; Benny. He was just sitting on his bike talking to another man, who had light hair with a white bandanna around his head, and earing in his ear, dressed in a denim vest, black t-shirt and dirty jeans. In fact he looked to be dirty in general, maybe a mechanic or something.

Smiling when the pair laughed, you finally found the courage to take a few steps forward, eyes locked on Benny. You noted the bar door opening and out came a group of people. Among them a woman you’d seen around town, Kathy you think her name was. Her brown hair was styled in a casual beehive do, with hair cascading down her back. And she was dressed similar to you, only her sweater was sleeveless. As soon as her eyes landed on Benny and his friend, and bright smile crossed her lips as she moved to them. Kathy greeted the man with the bandanna before greeting Benny.

You stopped in your tracks when she wrapped her arms around Benny, who in turn wrapped an arm around her. They stood there in a hug, exchanging words and a laugh. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight. They looked too comfortable. Which told you they were close. Probably very close.

When they pulled a part, with a laugh, the woman held Benny's chin. She continued to speak to him. Her other hand holding onto his vest, drawing him close. It was all too intimate to be just meeting or acquaintances. Feeling like you were the intruder, you took a step back, then another before finally turning from the scene all together. You weren’t going to be the fool, walking up and interrupting them.

With every step from them you felt a hit to your heart and confidence. You had thought just maybe you had finally got a chance at something you had wished for. But of course he already had someone. Kathy was beautiful, confident and fit in perfectly. Unlike you, who was plain Jane, shy and stuck out like a sore thumb. Benny needed a woman, not a child. Kathy screamed woman, while you laughed child.

Looks like Benny has a girl, that voice in the back of your head taunted. How silly you are to think you stood a chance...you were just something to pass the time or a joke...

Your face warmed from stupidity and embarrassment, vision blurring with hot tears rising. And soon one fell, then another, until you quietly cried. Just adding to your childish, you’d thought. Knowing it would take some time for the tears to slow and subside, you forego taking the bus home. Instead opting to walk home. Taking the time to let the reality of your stupidity set in, learning from your naive notions. It was a bitter pill to swallow. You hoped by the time you got home your parents were in bed, and you could just slip in without being seen.

You should never get your hopes up~ That voice said in a sing-song tone. And for once, you agreed with it.

[mas-o-kissed]

(FROM THE IMPCO ARCHIVES, IT’S PART 1 OF AN EPISODE OF BRAINDRAIN.

CW: hypnotic intox, dubcon hypno, public humiliation, kidnapping)

It’s the middle of the night, and your television flickers. There’s a static haze, a soft droning. As the picture comes into focus, a jaunty, old fashioned tune plays over the title card:

BRAINDRAIN

with Imp

Camera slowly zooms in on a small, effeminate man, grinning at the camera. A lower third tells you that his name is Imp. The image is hazy, as if it’s an old broadcast, but you could swear he has horns and a devil’s tail. Are those fangs? What is this show?

“Good evening, Impsomniacs! It’s 3 o’clock, and you know what that means. It’s time for your favorite game show: BRAINDRAIN.”

The camera follows as Imp walks across the set.

“Now, I’ve been hosting this show for many years. It’s been so long, we don’t even remember that far back! The before times, the long long ago, it all fades into nothing, like a dark void at the center of my mind, and no matter how hard I try to remember, it’s like we’re filled with this emptiness. It’s frightening, but it’s exciting at the same time. Like, what even is hiding in that dark space? Is it better if we never find out? This guy knows what I’m talking about!”

Imp points lightheartedly at an audience member, who appears to be asleep. AUDIENCE LAUGHS.

“HA! Haha. Yes.” (Stage whisper, into his headset) “Get that guy out of here. He’s too far gone to laugh at any of my jokes.”

The audience member is swiftly carted away.

“We have a very special player on our show tonight. You might recognize him from such places as snooping around Impco at 6am, or the holding room where we keep all of our prisoner— I mean contestants.”

Curtains move aside to reveal a man chained to a podium by his neck and hands. There is a gag in his mouth. He struggles against the binding. The messy scrawl on his name card says: “POSTMAN (ALLEGEDLY)”

“Usually I’m not up so early in the morning, but today I was woken up by a terrible horn-ache, and that’s when I found contestant number one poking around the facility. What do you have to say for yourself, contestant?”

Imp removes the gag from the man’s mouth.

“I was delivering a package, you lunatic!”

“Oh? Really? And what was in this package?”

“That tie! You’re wearing it right now!”

Imp looks down at the tie around his neck.

“HA! Hahaha! Oh darling, I sure wish I believed you. But you see, we’ve already downloaded dozens of fun triggers directly into your brain. It would be such a shame to waste them. Not only that, but our audience is just aching to see what’s going to happen to you. They’re ravenous. Like dogs. Isn’t that right, folks?”

APPLAUSE AND BARKING.

The man continues to struggle.

“Now, I think we all know the rules by now, but because I’m so nice, I’ll explain how the game is played.

I spin the wheel of post-hypnotic suggestions (we’re still coming up with a snappier name for it).

Whatever it lands on is the trigger I’ll use before I ask you a question.

Will you have to answer a complicated math problem after having your IQ reduced by 30 points? Will I make you into my puppet and then ask you to grab something just out of reach? Will it be a mysterious third thing?

You don’t know! And neither do I! That’s what makes the game so fun. Are you ready to play, Luke?”

“Let me go! M-my name’s not even Luke. It’s Daniel.”

“GREAT! Time to spin the wheel of post-hypnotic suggestions. Ooooooh!”

Imp spins the large, multicolored wheel. In each color is a different image, indicating a different trigger. As the wheel spins, Imp’s eyelids start fluttering. He watches it, half-lidded, a blank look on his face. The wheel has stopped spinning. Five seconds pass. An Imptern in a black t-shirt and headset rushes onto the stage. She snaps her fingers in front of Imp’s face.

“Bwuh.. wha..?”

She hurriedly whispers, “Sir, you know you’re not supposed to look directly at the wheel.”

“It’s my show. I can look wherever I want.”

“You were just zoning out, again!”

“You know I can’t be effected by hypnosis, doll. Now, get off the stage, I’m trying to do a show.”

She rushes off. TEPID AUDIENCE LAUGHTER. Imp gestures to the wheel, which has landed on a drawing of a bottle.

“Oh, a classic! Are you ready for the trigger, darling?”

“P-please don’t, I-I…”

“Hmm, stuttering and slurring like that. Oh dear… How much have you had to drink?”

The contestant’s eyelids flutter. He looks confused. His cheeks flush.

“Whas… happening?”

“You heard me. How much have you had to drink?”

“I’ve haven’t had… anything. I… I feel…”

The contestant giggles, clearly drunk. AUDIENCE LAUGHS.

“Uh oh, I think he’s had a bit too much.”

“I don… nunderstand. I didn’t think it wass real but I ffeel…”

“Didn’t think what was real? Hypnosis? Brainwashing? If that was true, we’d all be out of the job! HA! Ohh, you poor thing, you look like you’re going to be sick. Are you ready for your test, darling?”

“Fffuck.”

“No swearing dear, we’re on LIVE TV! Considering your pitiful state, I’ll keep it simple. Your question is: If one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does he doctor the doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?

“I… wh… what?”

“I’m sorry, that’s wrong. I don’t know what the answer is, but I know that that’s definitely not it.”

“Youu asked me a trick queshtion! Ompurpose! How’m I supposed to answer something like… that…? Shit… the room wontstop spinn..ninng…”

“Easy there, tiger. It’s time for a quick commercial break, but don’t you fret. We’ll be back to seal our dear contestant’s fate after this! (BUY IMPCO PRODUCTS!)”

There’s a commercial for Impco brand hypno-goggles. You’re not sure what hypno-goggles are, or what you’re even watching. But that Imp seems so nice. And he said to buy Impco products. So maybe you should…

(Decided to break this up with the commercials since it’s long but part 2 is coming soon! When I post it I will link it here.)

[nicolesainz]

take it off and maybe we’ll get along (cs 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Warnings: smut, sexual themes, sub reader x dom carlos, minors dni, foreplaying, angst, 2% of fluff

Summary: things tend to get heated when your and his favorite team play against

“Mi amor, are you coming down soon? We’re going to be late!” Carlos shouts from the living room as loud noises echo from the television.

“Okay! I’m ready. We can go now” I show up from our room, with my bag on one hand and my hoodie on the other.

Carlos and I have been invited to a bowling game that Charles organized with Lando, George, Alex, Lily, Pierre and Kika. We agreed that it would be nice for the boys to take some time out and for us girls to have fun altogether.

Carlos stands up, closing the Tv. As he turns around his smiley face darkens and turns into a serious, deadly one, as if I had done the most unearthly crime ever.

“Cariño, what are you wearing? He comes closer to me and I can clearly understand why he asks me that question, following his sudden change of expression.

“What? Don’t I look nice? I thought, since we won’t watch the game, I could root for my team by wearing my jersey” Carlos’s eyes scan me from head to toe, with flames flaring out of them.

At some point his eyes get fixed at the place in my chest where the badge of the team is standing. His index finger starts tracing it slowly, whilst his eyes rise and lock with mine. The soft brown that used to light has been taken over by a darker shade, sending shivers all over my body.

“What are you doing?” I let out with a shaky breath, almost whispering the words as he continues to shape each letter that is on my shirt and hits beneath my chest. His hand goes back up and lands on my heart that is currently beating very rapidly.

“What makes your heart beat faster? A single touch of mine or a glorifying win of your team?” At this point my nipples had gone hard, even through my bra and they were visible enough to his eyes. Also me tiptoeing to reach his height made my answer more clear.

I couldn’t utter a single letter and only deep breathing would come out of my mouth. Carlos knows that under certain circumstances has me wrapped under his pinky and I could never say no.

“How about, we took this shirt of yours off and test my theory, huh?” Before I even replied, his hands had gone under my shirt, caressing my skin. My eyes were shut and enjoying the sensation of his fingertips leaving tingles and sparks.

“Carlos, we need to-“ his mouth softly landed on my neck, started leaving wet kisses and sucking my skin, caressing with his tongue the spots he would leave his mark on.

“How about, you let me take care of my baby for tonight?” He whispers breathing deep on my neck and causing me to let out a soft groan. I didn’t have to agree or say anything. This was more than a confirmation to him.

“Wonderful” Carlos picked me up with one hand and with the other removed my shirt, pulling it from the hem and tossing it away. His lips attach to mine in a hungrily way, as both of his hands now, make their way towards underneath my thighs, holding me firmly.

I can feel his arousal growing against me and my excitement skyrockets. Breathing seems like an unnecessary task when all I could do is kiss him until my very last moment.

We reach our bedroom but instead of landing on the bed, he guides us to the bathtub. He helps me land back on my feet and starts playing with the hem of my leggings. His finger grabs the lace of my underwear.

“Strip for me amor. Strip until I fall on my knees for you. Strip until you start begging for forgiveness” he commands and I place my hands on my thighs, slowly pulling down my leggings. Carlos unbuckles his trousers and tosses them next to the bed. I have never seen him remove his Real Madrid jersey so hastily.

His beautifully strong built body, is a sight for sore eyes. The v-line showing off makes my eyes roll and I am slowly unbuttoning my bra, leaving myself exposed and extremely aroused.

“Leave them on baby. I wanna have the pleasure of striping you fully” he refers to my underwear, as he places me on the stand of the sink, separating my legs from one another.

His mouth lands on my thighs, kissing and licking them furiously, until he reaches the hem of my panties. His eyes make their path towards mine and as I am trying to control my breathing, Carlos exhales softly,

"I want eyes on me cariño. I want you to see how good I can make you feel. Until you drop on your knees for me" the seductiveness in his voice sends tingles all over my spine, causing me to bend more and open up my legs.

His teeth grab the hem and fiercely pulls down my panties, revealing my full names body to his eyes, which are sparkling once they take a good look of my embrace. The only person that can make me feel good about myself is Carlos. His words, his touch and kisses are my addiction, that I never want to give up.

"Qué belleza eres" (what a beauty you are). Do you remember our safe word, amor? I need to make sure I can worship you properly. And that consists any possible ways of fucking you and making you cum" my brain almost shuts off by his words, expecting the unexpected from him.

His fingers slowly creeped inside my already wet core, making me bite back a moan I was holding on for dear life.

“Oh how I adore this wetness of yours. Always ready for me” he mumbled against my lips, as his tongue was attacking mine, dancing softly against each other.

The pace became faster and faster making me clench even harder than before between his fingers. It was just the beginning and I needed more.

“Oh my darling, what do you desire?” Carlos took another quick look at my nakedness and flushed cheeks because of his touch. A smirk was shaped on his lips, casing my eyes to roll back again. I was trying to catch my breath but my fists were too occupied with the bedsheets.

“You. Forever you” I managed to let out, when I felt my hands being removed from the sheets, and being placed onto Carlos’s bare ass.

“I want us to cum together. I want you to touch me and be in command” his words shocked me as he usually was the one with the upper hand.

I kissed him once more softly, deepening the moment as much as I could, whist my hands were running all over his cheeks and thighs, pushing him inside my womanhood, wanting to fill my pussy at its maximum.

“Fucking hell. Keep up Y/N. I need you baby” Carlos breathed out as he was forcing himself even deeper inside of me, hitting my soft spot, earning a loud moan of his name that echoed through the room.

“Oh my word! Carlos!” I was in the seventh heaven, with his fingers playing with my aroused and hardened nipples. My fingers though were running through his long hair that had grown since the last Grand Prix.

“I’m so close cariño. You’re making me feel so good” he groaned in between licking my nipples and I was on the verge too. Love making with Carlos was one of my favorite things to do with him.

“I need you to get up and look at me” he commanded as his thrusts were getting faster and faster, because we couldn’t keep up anymore.

My legs were curled against his waist and I could feel his entire length inside me, filling me up with with every single of his juices, while I was covering his cock with my cum.

Carlos’s hands roamed through my hair, before landing back on my cheeks, caressing then softly with a kiss along the way. I always loved this version of Carlos. Soft, tender and angelic.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you, my love. You were amazing” his eyes were full of concern and my heart fluttered against his chest.

“You could never Carlos. You’re only making me happier as days go by!” I gift him a big smile and he wraps my entire body into a an equally big hug.

“I think we missed the date with the guys” I let out giggling, seeing all the texts from Kika and Lily worried as to where I am.

“And I think that we found a better way to spend our afternoon. One that we both enjoyed much more” Carlos winked at me playfully, earning a final giggle from me, before we restored to our calmness and peace against each other.

[animegirl1363]

The Haunted Dorm of Scepter 4

Fandom: K Project

Summary: A test of courage turns into a night of survival when Hidaka, Domyoji, Goto, and Enomoto have to solve a mystery before it's too late.

External: AO3 / SquidgeWorld

@kresurrectionfest

Scepter 4 dorms are cheap for a government job. But Dorm 4 was special. It hosted a lot more amenities that the usual dormitories did not have; including a basement level.

Huddled in the commons room of the dorms, Hidaka, Domyoji, and Enomoto were listening to one of Goto’s horror stories.

“There is a haunted dorm on the grounds of Scepter 4. Once upon a time, long ago, it is said that former members brought in video tapes that a captured strain had. Those members watched the tapes and eventually they were all found dead. All of this happened to everyone that lived in the dorm. Now it rests abandoned, haunted by the owner of those VHS tapes. Whomever watches those tapes will die within 24 hours.”

Thunder boomed making Hidaka jump out of his skin.

Domyoji and Enomoto were both tuned in.

“The six VHS tapes are scattered around the dorm. Before the tapes were recovered by Scepter 4 there were reports of missing children. Parents reported that the kids were watching this children show before disappearing. The tapes tell a story, an unsolved mystery. Those who figure it out are said to have everlasting good luck.”

Goto finished his story with a smile.

“Do another one!” Domyoji yells. Which made Enomoto flinch.

“No! Gotti, why would you tell a spooky story like that!” Hidaka cried.

“Huh? Because we are here on a test of courage. Of course I would tell a scary story.” He smiles.

“I wonder if the story it true.” Domyoji wonders.

“Of course its not true.” Enomoto says trying to convince himself.

“Let’s go find those tapes!” Domyoji says.

“They don’t exist!” Hidaka shakes his head.

“Oh, I already went and found the tapes.” Goto nonchalantly pulls out all six tapes from his travel bag. “I was excited for this, so I came here ahead of time.”

All the color drained from both Hidaka and Enomoto’s faces. Domyoji was excited much to the dismay of his older co-workers. Domyoji and Goto quickly set up the television to play the video tapes.

There were six tapes in total but none of them lasted over thirty minutes long. Some tapes were videos of an old cartoon show. Some were videos of interviews with the creator. There were some that showed news reports of the disappearance.

“That was underwhelming.” Domyoji grumbled.

“The real challenge starts now.” Chuckled Goto. “Now we just have to survive the curse.”

“There is no curse.” Hidaka said. Enomoto nodded in agreement.

“It really did not tell a mystery at all….” Enomoto pointed out.

“Yeah, that just means this whole thing is a rumor after all.” Hidaka says.

The group all went to sleep. Since it was a test of courage, they all slept in separate rooms in the dorm. The group all did their nighttime routine. Hidaka looked out the window. Tonight was the night of a blood moon. While beautiful, it sent shivers through his body. Any other time he would admire a sight like this. But not tonight. He wanted this night to be over already. Hidaka closed the curtains and hide himself underneath the blankets on the bed.

-

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

Hidaka woke up.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

He stared at his cell with fear in his eyes and his sword in hand. Beads of sweat trailed down his horror-stricken face. He did not move an inch closer to the phone. Why? Because it was turned off. Hidaka turned off his phone before sleeping. The screen was blank, yet it was ringing like it was turned on.

“Who is calling?”

Hidaka jumped as he heard the voice. It was the same voice from the video tapes he watched earlier. He swallowed air and slowly reached out for the device.

“H-hello.”

“Let’s bake a pie. Do you know where we can bake a pie?”

Hidaka’s trembling hand dropped the phone to the floor.

“LeT’s BAKE a PiE!”

Hidaka ran over to the window to escape through there. What lied behind the curtains completely froze him. A void of darkness greeted him. Nothingness in every direction. He was sure that they were still on Scepter 4 premises. Was this a dream. The only semblance of light was the red dot in the sky, the blood moon. Hidaka shot blue aura at the window to break it. Not a single crack formed on the glass.

“LeT’s BAKE a PiE!”

Hidaka dived for the phone. “Okay! I’ll bake a pie.”

“Great!” Was all the voice said.

Hidaka turned on his phone and tried to call Munakata, but he only got the dial tone. Then he opted to call Goto, who picked up.

“Hidaka.”

“Gotti, where are you? What is going on?”

“I am making my way to the kitchen.” He replies.

“The- kitchen….” Hidaka had hoped this was all a dream, but if Goto got the same call then it is impossible for this to be a dream.

“Hidaka are you still there? Meet me in the kitchen.”

Hidaka was going to say something else, but the call disconnected. He took a deep breath. He opened the door happy to see nothing was in the hallway. The electricity was not working making the atmosphere feel really heavy. His footsteps echoed every step on the floor. Slowly but surely he got closer to the kitchen. There was a junction, one going towards the kitchen, the other going towards the commons room and the main entrance. His body turned towards the direction of the main entrance, however that was a bad idea.

Gray wool began to ooze from the pictures hanging from the wall. All forming together on the floor into a disordered monster. Hidaka recognized it to be the sheep companion from the cartoon on the VHS tapes.

The brunet turned tail down the hallway towards the kitchen witch his new friend right behind him. He burst through the double door to the cafeteria and the monster close behind. The monster flew right past him shooting out strings of wool at Hidaka. The brunet flipped over a nearby table and used as a shield and lined up a perfect shot of blue aura at the monster. It cried out in pain. From behind the monster Goto came out of the kitchen and threw a paper talisman onto the monster. The amulet caused the sheep monster to lose form and turn into a grey puddle on the floor.

“Gotti!” Hidaka jumped into his arms.

“Hidaka, I’m glad you’re safe.” Goto was calm and collected. He was the same as usual. In a way it was comforting to Hidaka.

“What is going on?” Hidaka asks.

“I don’t know.” Goto shrugs. This was not the answer Hidaka was hoping for. “I did find this tape in the kitchen. Whatever is going on, I think this will help us.”

“I thought you found all of the tape earlier?”

“I did.” Goto opens up his bag to reveal all six tapes from earlier. This confused Hidaka. “We might be in some sort of alternate dimension. Or a dream.”

“This is no dream because how are we having the same one!?” Hidaka said. Goto nods in agreement.

“True. We should get back to the commons room so we can watch this.” Goto began walking in the direction of the double doors.

“What about Enomoto and Domyoji?”

“They are waiting for us.”

Hidaka was happy to regroup with everyone else. On the way to the commons room there was no issues thankfully. The group was happy to be together.

“I tried hitting the door, but nothing happened.” Domyoji grumbles.

“We are effectively locked in.” Says Enomoto.

“Then our only way out is to solve this mystery.” Goto said waving the tape. He goes to set up the television set.

“What happened with you two?” Hidaka looks at Domyoji and Enomoto.

“I had to go to the bathroom and ran into one of those sheep monsters.” Enomoto explained.

“He ran into my room. So we’ve been together since then.” Finished Domyoji.

“Guys it’s set up.” Goto called them over. Even with no electricity the television set still worked properly.

-

In a sealed off room, there was a girl sitting in a chair, well chained down is more accurate. She looked to be a kid. She was doing nothing while there was a voice over talking over the footage.

“According to the records, her parents went missing. Her powers are incomprehensible. She has no other family to speak of. Her name is….”

“Isn’t she the voice actor for that cartoon show?” Another voice chimed in. “That was the show that was involved with the kids getting spirited away. You think her powers have something to do with it?”

-

The video suddenly went static. The group staired on in confusion.

“Is this the mystery we are supposed to solve?” Hidaka wonders.

“Goto do you know more about this rumor?” Enomoto asks.

“Only what I told you.” Goto says.

“It seems there is more to this rumor that meets the eye….” Enomoto starts trying to piece together the events. “We need more information on this case. If she was taken in by Scepter 4 then there has to be information on her in the database.”

“Is there a basement here? A VHS tape could have appeared there like in the kitchen where I found this tape.” Goto said.

“Yeah. There should be a staircase around here that leads to the basement. I will need to go to the computer lab to access the database.” Enomoto said.

“We don’t even know if the computers will work.” Hidaka pointed out.

“The television worked, so it’s worth a try.” Domyoji points out.

The group splits up into two. Hidaka is paired with Enomoto. Goto and Domyoji are going to the basement.

-

Hidaka and Enomoto split apart from Goto and Domyoji. Taking a look at his phone, Hidaka noted that the time had not moved forward. In fact it was it was 25 o clock a time that did not exist. The brunet felt like he was going crazy. “What is this place…?”

“If I had to guess it might be the manifestation of that girl’s strain power.” Enomoto said. “From those videos she did have the ability to manipulate reality.”

“I still hope this is a dream.”

“It isn’t. I get the feeling if we die here, we die for real. It feels like we’ve been isakai into a video game that turned real.” Enomoto concludes.

Enomoto’s sentence send a cold wave through Hidaka.

The duo arrived at the computer lab. To their surprise there was only one working computer in the lab. They slowly moved up to it, weapons ready to be drawn. On the screen was a game based on the cartoon they watched earlier.

"You are good with games Enomoto.” Hidaka playfully pats Enomoto on the shoulder.

It was a point-and-click adventure game. The title character was going to the store to get ingredients for a pie. There was the grocery store, the candy shop, and the animation studio. Enomoto had to click the correct building. He clicked the grocery store building but that was the wrong answer.

Two of the computers in the lab had the screens crack with wool oozing from them.

'I don’t WaNt tO go to the animAtioN stUdiO.'

"Enomoto!" Hidaka shouts.

The picture on the screen changed. All of the buildings changed to be the animation studio. Enomoto gulps as he clicked the animation studio. Suddenly static appeared on the screen.

-

'Investigators are looking into this strange phenomenon. As of right now, there were six confirmed deaths and one survivor has been taken in by Scepter 4.'The reporter says. 'The Pied Piper animation building seemed to just spontaneously caught fire. Fire fighters are still trying to find the cause of it.'

'Pied Piper studios have been the center of attention lately because one of the shows made there have been under scrutiny. Many people have reported their children going missing after watching one of the cartoons made by them.’

Due to the fire, the company went bankrupt and closed down.

-

Hidaka and Enomoto both listened to the message.

"Do you know that studio?” Hidaka asks.

"I have read about them on forums. Whenever I looked up information on them, it all seemed like an internet creepypasta.” Enomoto says furrowing his eyebrows. "We need a timeline of events. Clearly something is up with this studio and that is why this spirit seems upset.”

“How did the story go?”

"It went that the company was in so much debt that higher ups overworked the employees on this one show that many of them died.” Enomoto explained.

One by one the computers ejected gray wool from the screens. The room began to shake violently.

"I don’t think the spirit liked your story!” Hidaka screams. The two bolted towards the door slamming it behind them.

"I can see that the story does not line up with the truth now! It doesn’t have to be so mad!” Enomoto was not the most athletic of the bunch, so he was struggling to keep up with Hidaka. Luckily, the grey wool blob did not follow them. It gave them a chance to catch their breath and make a slower trek through the halls.

“I don’t understand, if it wants us to solve the mystery why is it trying to kill us?” Hidaka wonders.

"Vengeful spirits are often unreasonable.” Enomoto said. Then the look of an idea crossed his face. “The nurses office would have information. Hidaka let’s head there. The nurse office should have a computer there too.”

The duo made the trek to the nurse station. It was a clean and sterile as you would expect of a doctor’s office. The air was chilly as the two went to the file cabinet. Of course it required a passcode, but all they had to do was carefully cut out the lock to open the drawers. In one of the drawers there was a tape. Enomoto quickly took it out. They made a mental note to keep it close by. Both of them went through all the files, reading over the information to find a match of who they were looking for.

"Huh?” Hidaka ran into a file with a picture of a young child on it. “Reality augmentation. Deceased parents. Found at Pied Piper studios. Enomoto! I think I found something!”

Name: Kanzaki Hattori.

Age: 7.

Abilities: Reality Augmentation. Strain has many abilities that affect the mind and vision. Can shift through screens and walls. Handle with care.

Notes: Captured at Pied Piper Studios. Parents are dead. Kanzaki can have emotional outbursts, give medication daily.

Cause of Death: Found in the Sceptor 4 well by dorm 4. Security footage show it was done by two Sceptor 4 members.

Hidaka felt like throwing up. He wondered why Sceptor 4 officers would do that to a kid. “Why would they do that?”

"Sceptor 4 was a very different place before the captain took over." Enomoto was trying to piece together everything. Something was not adding up. “If her parents went missing why was she taken by the animation studio…? This is confusing.”

Just then the sound of breaking glass could be heard. Over on the desk, the computer was broken. there was an arm sticking out from where the screen was shattered. In its hand was a tape. The duo looked at each other with horrified expressions.

"So are you going to take it?” Hidaka’s voice was shaking.

"Huh! Me!” Enomoto shakes his head.

The tape needed to go back with them. They both grabbed the tape together and pulled it out of the ghost hand. They hurried back to the commons room to wait for Goto and Domyoji.

-

Domyoji And Goto stood atop the staircase that lead down to the basement.

"Why did we not take the elevator?” Domyoji whines.

"And risk getting stuck in there.” Goto points out.

when they reached the bottom, Domyoji felt his foot land in liquid. “B-blood!”

Domyoji’s face paled at the sight.

"The blood of those who died.” Goto says walking ahead. Domyoji shivers. Now he understands why Hidaka gets creeped out by Goto.

"Hey, can’t you talk to the dead or something?” Domyoji catches up with Goto.

"Huh? That’s ridiculous.” Goto chuckles. Domyoji stares at him.

There were no dorms in the basement floor. It was set up to have interrogation rooms. They walk up to one of the rooms but all of the glass windows are blank. They could not see through into the rooms. It would be weird if they were in reality. Since the glass is made for those outside to look in.

Goto could hear voices.

'I thought we could get some fast cash if we let her do this voice acting gig.’ A male voice says.

'We don’t have the money to buy ourselves out of this contract.’ A female voice says. ‘Or get a lawyer.’

“Do you hear that?” Goto asks Domyoji.

"I thought you couldn’t talk to the dead.” He was clearly fearful of Goto right now. His nervousness was clear as he backed away from Goto.

Goto continues to listen.

'And this rumor about how they are kidnapping kids! I want out!‘ She continues. 'Are they using her powers to take the children? How?'

"Hmm…."

"Gotti?” Domyoji waves his hand in front of Goto.

"Huh?”

"You kind of spaced out.” Domyoji said.

"Yeah… I was listening to the people talking.”

"Who was talking?” Domyoji questions.

“You didn’t hear it?” Goto asks. He shakes it off and continues to walk ahead. Goto stopped at another interrogation station when he heard screams. "Did you hear that at least?”

Domyoji shook his head.

"Hmm. Now that I think about it. The people here died in very specific ways.”

"You are just now remembering this part of the story!”

"While in the room with her, the light fixture fell on top of a workers head. And another had a computer blow up in their face.” Goto recalled. Goto slowly opened one of the doors to the interrogation room. It was empty room save for a table and two chairs. The door slammed shut locking Goto inside. He could hear Domyoji tugging on the door from the other side.

Goto let out a breath to calm himself. He reached into his bag and pulled out a paper talisman. He placed one in the bottom left quadrant of the window.

From above the vents began to spill out red liquid into the room. Goto quickly put a paper talisman in the upper left quadrant of the window. Gray wool crawled into the room from the vents. Goto pulled out his sword and cut a line connecting both walls and made a barrier separating him from the monster. His aura powers will keep the monster at bay the red liquid is still raising. He placed a talisman in the bottom and top right quadrants. The gray wool monster let out a terrifying high pitched screech. It hurt Goto so much that he had to cover his ear. Although that did not help him at all. His wall was breaking due to his discombobulated focus because of the sound.

On the outside, Domyoji was punching, kicking, and blasting the door with everything he got. Not a single scratch. He turned his attention the window. Domyoji had no time to think, Goto was in trouble. He took out his sword and began slashing at the glass.

The monster stopped screeching and began thrashing at the barrier. At this point Goto feet were not touching the ground. He could feel and hear Domyoji hitting the glass. Goto channels his aura into the talismans to make a portal through the window. One of Domyoji’s attacks flew through the portal hitting his barrier. Goto, along with the red liquid, poured out the portal into the hall.

"Goto!”

"Run!” Goto quickly grabs Domyoji and runs towards the stairs with the mass of grey wool behind them. The duo makes it to the exit slamming the door closed on the monster. Goto put a ward on the staircase door to keep the monster locked inside. The duo returned to the commons room to wait for Enomoto and Hidaka.

-

The four found themselves together again.

Enomoto was setting up the television set. Hidaka and Enomoto looked at Goto in horror. To them Goto looked like he was covered in blood.

"G-Gotti.” Hidaka stutters.

"I’m fine Hidaka. Just a little mysterious red liquid on me.” Goto says nonchalantly. Even in times like these, Goto still finds a way to mess with his friend. Hidaka wanted ask what happened but decided against it for his own sanity. Knowing They were alive was enough.

Everyone relayed their new found information.

"Weird that you could hear it and not Domyoji.” Hidaka says.

"We found two more videotapes.” Enomoto said. He pressed play and everyone tuned in.

The screen showed the inside of a building. There was door and voices could be heard from outside of it.

'You haven’t given us our dues and now this company is in the middle of a Kidnapping scandals!' A male voice said. 'We are leaving!'

There was static and sounds of a struggle.

'The authorities are still trying to find the missing parents. Pied Piper Studios has reported that they will be doing whatever they to help support the child until further notice. As of right now the show has been put on a hiatus.'

'This is our most popular show. A money maker. With this cartoon we will be able to pay all of our debts.'

Then the tape ends.

“So her parents were killed by the higher ups at the Pied Piper Studios.” Enomoto said.

"Then what happened to her? Or the missing kids?” Hidaka asks.

They popped in the other tape. To their dismay it was just another episode of the cartoon show.

"Hey, guys, how many different voice actors were hired for this show?” Domyoji asked. The group look at him in confusion. “Every tape had different voice actors for several characters.”

No one had bothered to pay attention to the end credits.

"I watched the end credits while you all talked at the end of the tapes. Most of the characters are kids, so maybe they hired kids to do the voices.” Domyoji says.

"They could have been using Kanzaki’s powers to steal the kids through the television.” Goto says.

"That would mean they were kidnapping kids for this cartoon show to use them!” Enomoto gasped. “That is horrible!”

"At some point she must have used her powers to burn down the studio.” Hidaka adds.

"This kid's life was not kind to her. Everyone just used her." Domyoji says.

The group sat in silence taking in all of the events. Slowly but surely sunlight began to filter into the building indicating morning has arrived. Hidaka looked at his phone and it showed a normal time. He breathed a sigh of relief, thankful it didn't something like 28 o' clock. The boys all felt a wave of exhaustion wash over them. It wasn't like they got a peaceful sleep. They grabbed their stuff from the dorm rooms and left the building. They had a little time to rest before their shift so they had to hustle to their normal dorm rooms.

On the way, Hidaka remembered the well. "Wait! Is there a well here. Where is it?"

Enomoto lead the group to the well. Goto looked down in it. "There is a sheep plushy at the bottom."

"What about a dead body?" Hidaka shakily asks.

"No." Goto answers as he turns his back to the well.

Just then, a hand grabs the edge of the well. Slowly a little girl climes out of it. Her head pokes over the edge. She was holding the sheep plushy.

Hidaka, Enomoto, and Domyoji all went pale. Goto turns around and sees the little girl staring back at them. She hands Goto the doll and he takes it with a smile. He then reaches in his bag pack for a talisman to give her.

"It's a charm for good luck and good fortune. I hope the afterlife is treating you better." He says.

She take the charm and puts it on her wrist. She says, "I didn't want any of that to happen...."

"We know." Goto nods.

She goes back into the well and they all wave goodbye.

"What are you going to do with that?" Domyoji asks.

"Well...."

-

Hidaka, Enomoto, Goto, and Domyoji were standing in front of a Scepter 4 showcase cabinet. They had it dressed up as like a guide and put it in next to a map of the place.

"Thank you uEnomoto for getting it clean. It looks good as new." Goto said.

"Ugh. It took so much time and cleaning supplies to wash out everything." Enomoto cringed at the 3 days spent washing that doll. There was years of build up dirt on it. Surprisingly he got out most of the gunk with the help of internet tutorials. He could still smell cleaning chemicals on himself.

"It looks cute." Hidaka said.

"It still seems creepy." Domyoji says.

Everyone had to get to work. They did solve they mystery and survived. It seemed the four had an aura of good fortune ahead.

[baddiewiththebook]

showmance

“contestants who hook up during the show for the sake of good television” -urban dictionary

I’ve been having this idea swirl in my brain for so long, and I had to write it down as a little drabble. I’m obsessed with the idea of modern!Eddie going on a reality competition (ex. Big Brother) and meeting you. Anyway, lmk if I need to write a full prompt, or if there are other reality shows we could see Eddie on that he meets the love of his life. This was so much fun to scribble down. Sorry for any typos - I was too excited to post!

-baddie

-> <-

Being on television has always been your dream. You love reality television, especially the competition of some of these shows. It just so happens an opportunity unfolds when your agent contacts you about your favorite show being interested in you.

After months of screen tests, evaluations and the production team talking crap about you in front of your face, you’re on your way through the doors of the house you’ll be living in with your fellow contestants.

Engulfed in warm hugs that only last mere moments of excitement, you’re only focused on the one that matters. He smells of an ash tray, bitter and eye-watering. The persona screams hard rock-star. He tells you his name is Eddie, and unbeknownst to you, he’s memorizing the notes of your perfume.

When the producers take him in to do a video diary confessional, he admits to being swept of his feet by your beauty. You’re the most gorgeous person on this planet. He’s sure you’d make stars jealous of how brightly you shine.

As you explore the house, you find your bed with a group of people about your age. Already, they want to stick together to beat out the other contestants. You agree with them just to keep a low profile.

It’s time for the first of many competitions, and you’re face to face with the boy who took your breath away. You offer him safety into the next week, and he responds “sweetheart, for you, I’ll do anything.”

It’s a corny line meant to throw you off balance, but you stay steady and watch him tumble dramatically to the ground. You cheer victoriously making yourself double competition for the rest of the game.

Weeks will go by where what you don’t know is the cameras pacing back and forth between you and Eddie. The viewers are on the edge of their seats waiting for the moment they’ve been waiting for.

You’re lounging for the moment when Eddie slams his weight into the empty space on the bed with you. Laying with his face down on the pillow, you touch his hair. It’s become normal now for you two to be friendly like this.

“I’m so sore,” Eddie groans.

You swipe gentle hands across his shoulders, “I’m exhausted.”

“Can I sleep with you in here tonight?” He asks.

You nod.

It’s not unusual. Bed swapping happens naturally between housemates. What is unusual is how long you’ll stare at him for. He snorts, and asks you why you’re looking at him like that.

Scooting down to his level, your noses are basically touching. His eyes have turned to one big blob.

“Is it comfy like this?” You giggle.

Eddie laughs along with you, “not really.”

Before you find yourself wound in bed together, you and he join each other in the shared bathroom. Brushing your teeth in near silence, while exchanging longing glances, neither of you is willing to spill their true feelings for each other just yet.

It’s all so competitive in the house, if anyone knew about you and Eddie, they’d surely put a target on your back. It’s a problem when both of you are strong competitors though. No one is willing to strike you down.

But, eventually you’ll make enemies and have to plead your case to stay in the house with the other competitors. This is when Eddie nearly breaks down in the confessional about how lonely he’d be here without you.

You remain in the house with a sigh of relief. Saying goodbye to another roommate is tough though, and you give her a long hug with a promise of sticking through this for her.

Joining Eddie in your room, he lets you cry into his chest. This is the toughest elimination as the numbers of people dwindle down.

Eddie stays with you that night, and for the first time he plants a kiss to your head after he thinks you’re asleep. You lift your head to meet his, and through slow motions your lips meet his. Sinking below the blankets, you share soft touches and sneak kisses between each other.

Eddie becomes a favorite after this. Viewers love seeing his soft side with you, and acting child-like and rambunctious with the other members of the house. He’s got allegiance with some of the boys that like to pick on each other for laughs. But, really his allegiance lies with you. That’s proven after the boys want to swoop you under the rug and sneak you out of the house. He’ll convince them to let you stay, but by then the target swaps to him.

It’s tough being up for elimination, but it’s worse when you’re up there with him.

Crying yourself to sleep at night, Eddie’s been eliminated and you’re ready to call it quits. But, you promised him you’d stay. You swore you’d win for him.

And when the end of the competition comes, you do lose. But, you lose with pride. As a surprise on your way out, Eddie’s there waiting for you. And that’s the best prize you could have asked for.

[nowhereisnearmyhome]

The Cowboy by James Tate

source and transcript under the cut

Someone had spread an elaborate rumor about me, that I was in possession of an extraterrestrial being, and I thought I knew who it was. It was Roger Lawson. Roger was a practical joker of the worst sort, and up till now I had not been one of his victims, so I kind of knew my time had come. People parked in front of my house for hours and took pictures. I had to draw all my blinds and only went out when I had to. Then there was a barrage of questions. “What does he look like?” “What do you feed him?” “How did you capture him?” And I simple denied the presence of an extraterrestrial in my house. And, of course, this excited them all the more. The press showed up and started creeping around my yard. It got to be very irritating. More and more came and parked up and down the street. Roger was working overtime on this one. I had to do something. Finally, I made an announcement. I said, “The little fellow died peacefully in his sleep at 11:02 last night.” “Let us see the body,” they clamored. “He went up in smoke instantly,” I said. “I don’t believe you,” one of them said. “There is no body in the house or I would have buried it myself,” I said. About half of them got in their cars and drove off. The rest of them kept their vigil, but more solemnly now. I went out and bought some groceries. When I came back about an hour later another half of them had gone. When I went into the kitchen I nearly dropped the groceries. There was a nearly transparent fellow with large pink eyes standing about three feet tall. “Why did you tell them I was dead? That was a lie,” he said. “You speak English,” I said. “I listen to the radio. It wasn’t very hard to learn. Also we have television. We get all your channels. I like cowboys, especially John Ford movies. They’re the best,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?” I said. “Take me to meet a real cowboy. That would make me happy,” he said. “I  don’t know any real cowboys, but maybe we could find one. But people will go crazy if they see you. We’d have press following us everywhere. It would be the story of a century,” I said. “I can be invisible. It’s not hard for me to do,” he said. “I’ll think about it. Wyoming or Montana would be our best bet, but they’re a long way from here,” I said. “Please, I won’t cause you any trouble,” he said. “It would take some planning,” I said. I put the groceries down and started putting them away. I tried not to think of the cosmic meaning of all this. Instead, I treated him like a smart little kid. “Do you have any sarsaparilla?” he said. “No, but I have some orange juice. It’s good for you,” I said. He drank it and made a face. “I’m going to get the maps out,” I said. “We’ll see how we could get there.” When I came back he was dancing on the kitchen table, a sort of ballet, but very sad. “I have the maps,” I said. “We won’t need them. I just received word. I’m going to die tonight. It’s really a joyous occasion, and I hope you’ll help me celebrate by watching The Magnificent Seven,” he said. I stood there with the maps in my hand. I felt an unbearable sadness come over me. “Why must you die?” I said. “Father decides these things. It is probably my reward for coming here safely and meeting you,” he said. “But I was going to take you to meet a real cowboy,” I said. “Let’s pretend you are my cowboy,” he said.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hello darling

Can I ask for yan france, england, america and Germany with a darling that's using them to get citizenship/green card?

America: Kei….No, don’t you dare write this while watching and making references to 90-day fiancee.

Me: Too late bitches! This ask demands it! *laughs maniacally while typing like an absolute maniac*

Germany: “Oh nein, Sie hat vier Espresso-shot getrunken…”

France: Mon Dieu

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

In short, he’ll bring on the hellfire like Danielle and he has actual power, so that makes it even worse for you.

He will figure out that it was all a clever ruse when you’re not giving the relationship your all when it comes to emotional closeness. The way that you refuse to cuddle with him, don’t kiss him with passion, the looks you give him are devoid of warmth that someone in love would usually. Don’t worry you’ll get your green card with strings attached.

“Y/N, I have a surprise for you.” He guides you along a cobblestone pathway down some winding pathway. You pretend to have fun with his antics until he pulls the blindfold off your eyes. You were staring at a dressing room and a few ladies who were covered in pins, measurement taps, and needles.

“Hello, Y/N, we’re going to be preparing you for tonight!” The eldest lady with a nicely made-up bun states to you with glee.

“What do you mean?” Confused, you’re sure you didn’t want the answer to it. But you try to have an air of excitement around you.

“Your surprise wedding to Alfred! You’re going to become Mrs. Jones tonight!”

‘Oh shit I thought I had like 45 more days to figure this out.’

“Aren’t you happy! We’ll be married Y/N, and that means you’ll be an American and mine. Well, I’ll leave you ladies to it I have to get ready myself!” He gives you a peck on the cheek and tauntingly whispers, “You’re mine.” in your ear as you see a glint in his eye that you’d never seen before he walked backward for a few seconds before dashing off from the place where he’d brought you.

You knew you were fucked if you didn’t because for the last week or so he’d been telling you about his exploits of having to hunt down people who were here illegally and had been convicted of fraud, robbery, or some kind of crime they committed while in the United States. This conversation always seemed to pop up after the two of you discussed how long you’d be staying in the States from (country name), saw an ad for 90 Day Fiancee about a mystery couple or something that remind you of the shortening time for you to make a decision about the future. And since it was close to impossible without it being illegal (under the table) for you to find work, you really had only two choices: go home or depend on Alfred. You, of course wanted to be in the States, so you choose the latter but since a surprise wedding, and Alfred showing his far more dangerous tendencies, you wondered if heading back home to try a different way was possible. After all, you weren’t at the altar yet!

You decide that being with Alfred wasn’t worth the green card and you decided that you didn’t want to be under someone's control for it. So you decided to make a break for it. The red flags were blaring in your head, and you were not about to be a part of this! America is going to suspect that you’d do something like that so he did have agents of his ready to tackle you as soon as you tried to make your way from the wedding venue. They’ll hit you with some heavy sedatives so that the dressmakers, stylists, and make-up artists can get you ready for the big moment. This will be televised in and marketed as a Special Episode on 90-Day Finacee where the mystery couple is you and him tying the knot.

He did this so that his nation and others will know who exactly you belong to. He will also make sure that you renounce your citizenship in (country name) so that it will be virtually impossible for you to escape back home.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

He has friends on the other side that will help him in his endeavors to ensnare you.

He’s the king of manipulation and shit-starting. So of course, it only takes him a few days to figure out that all you wanted from him was the green card.

‘If that’s all you want from me love I’ll give it to you under a few conditions.’ He will mention it causally while the two of you are having high tea at Theatre Royal Drury Lane.

“So, Y/N love I know that your visitor visa is about to run out in about two weeks' time, right?”

You do your best not to choke on your lavender tea, as you dare to gaze into those toxic pastoral green eyes that held back all of the disdain that he had for your betrayal. They also brimmed over with something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah, what of it, I mean you have recommended getting married soon and I’m excited about it albeit, kinda weary.” You had begun to notice some of his red flags and the fact that he never really wanted you to leave his home so that you could be at your hostel. It was so much so to where you were never allowed to be on your own without him or one of his royal guards dressed in civilian clothes. You just wanted to be able to roam the British Isles and take in the sights on your own without having to worry about a time limit, but the only way that you could do that is if….

“Well, why not? You’ll get your Green Card and become a natural British citizen. After all isn’t that all you want?” Outright accusing you of what he knew was true by your demeanor and desire to do things without him involved.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You put down your porcelain cup. You didn’t want him to try and argue with you in public and expose you.

“You know exactly, what I mean, Y/N; you only want that. Don’t lie to me. I do have the upper hand since I have connections throughout the whole government, and I’m myself a special agent and part of the royal family. There are things I can do right now that will make you tremble in fear.” He whispers-shouts at you lowly as not to attract the attention of the whole tea room.

Your throat is tight from holding back the forming tears.

“I….” Some of them fall, but you were quick to wipe them from your face so that you wouldn’t make a spectacle of yourself. “Yes.” You decide to be honest, knowing that lying would only escalate the situation further. You were surprised that he gently grabbed your free hand that wasn’t trying to wipe up tears with his black leather-gloved hand.

“I have some paperwork for you to sign. You’ll get what you want, and I’ll get what I want.”

It’s, of course, marriage registration forms and some other documents that forbid you from leaving the U.K. unless you have explicit permission from him or that he’s with you. You also have to give him your passport from (country name) and visitors visa, and it’s engulfed in flames right before you. Ensuring that you’d never see your country again. With that he will be nice in the beginning of your marriage but once the honeymoon phase is over he will start his training for you on how to love him properly.

🇫🇷 France 🇫🇷

Oh he goin use his beautiful tears to make you regret trying to use him. Sparkles. Sparkles everywhere.

Like England, France is more upfront about confronting you for your trickery. Although the way in which he does it is tame, romantic, and emotionally manipulative.

As the two of you traversed the Pont d’lena to the Eiffel Tower on a brisk cold Fall night Francis wastes no time in talking about the future that he wants with you in great detail.

“You know Y/N I never thought that you’d use me.” Caught off guard by the sudden statement all you could respond to him was with a “huh?”

“What are you talking about Francis? I thought we were in a good place in our relationship.” Trying to gauge how you’d maneuver out of this conversation and onto something else.

“You just want me for the Green Card so you can stay admit it! You’re not like Jenny to my Sumit! You don’t care for me in the sweet way that she does for him!”

“What has you like this Francis?! It’s so random!” You stated, frustrated that you have to mitigate yet another dumb argument. You brace yourself for the downpour because Francis's now shaded blues covered in massive rainclouds was about to be released in the next few minutes of tears and the realization that he’s caught onto you and your scheming.

“You don’t treat me like a lover! You don’t tell me I love you ! Like you mean it. You’re almost lifeless when we make love and you don’t eat my expertly prepared food that is made with LOVE and COMPASSION your eyes don’t spark up with joy! You look like I’ve just given you some awful canned American or British food. Plus you’re always stiff whenever I hug you! Your LIKE A ROCK!” He will just allow himself to let tears flow freely down his face like a river that's broken out of a dam.

All you could do is let the French man cry his eyes out while passersby wondered if you were tormenting the poor man. There were many raised eyebrows that looked on at you in judgment.

(Yes, I’m referring to Jenny and Sumit because I really do believe that even thought the odds are well interesting. I really do believe those two love each other despite the difficulties they face. Also, this was the best example I could think of in the moment while typing this.)

“Francis can we please talk about-“ He swiftly cuts you off dramatically by forcefully grabbing your hands as he gets down on one knee.

“If you love me Y/N then prove it, marry me!” A sudden burst of sparkles appears around everywhere along with red roses. You didn’t really have the time, energy, or headspace to question how in hell those things apppeared from thin air because you were stuck between a rock and a hard place currently.

“Fra-“

“If you want to save your own face right now and have a chance of ever coming back to France you’ll say yes mademoiselle.” Although he said it sweetly you knew that was a threat.

“Okay, I’ll marry you Francis.” You know full well there would be a much longer conversation later along with not being able to leave his bed for a week straight.

“Wonderful and I even have your engagement ring pick out which will go so well with the outfit you’re wearing!” His sudden change back into being extremely happy was jarring to you and for a few moments you did have to wonder if anything that was happening to you currently was real.

He grabbed your left hand with force and slid it onto the fourth finger. It’s glow radiated a harsh light of malice although a stunning diamond signified your permanent entanglement with him. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and it sent a shock through your nervous system. You were in danger for sure but it would be disguised as a charming prison with lace, chocolate, wine and other luxuries flowing without any other connection to anyone else on this earth.

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He’s going to make a perfect darling out of you one way or the other and he’s going to do it through ruthless training and reprogramming your brain.

Since he’s asked Italy for help after hanging around you for 6 weeks and you still haven’t treated him like a true lover but someone who doesn’t act like their in love. He plans how he will confront you and the best way to do that is be underhanded. He overheard one of your conversations (he’d set up microphones all through your living quarters) with your friend back in (country name) that you were only sticking around so you could obtain your green card and get into the Masters Program you’d been eyeing for quite sometime. “Since you want to be a snake! I can also pull a reverse uno on you Y/N!”

Lately since you’ve been hanging around Ludwig you’ve felt sick and he’s been having to take care of you during these long sick spells. You’d feel horrendously fatigued, weak, and even somewhat nauseated. He’s been strangely sweeter to you and doting. You don’t question it since he did love helping you out with your green card situation. You never did start to question him since your brain was foggy and you were too disoriented to think about the underlying danger you were in with him. You never questioned why he suddenly became sweeter towards you and why he was so hellbent on making every meal for you.

“Y/N?” He gently placed a hand on your forehead to see if you were running a fever of sorts.

“Yeah?” You say groggily. The nap you took on his couch somehow made you feel much worse than you did before you took a nap.

“Are you really sure you’re up to the task of getting yourself home? I mean it’s across the city and it’s nighttime it’s not really safe for you to be outside anyways.” He states sternly. You could already tell what he’s about to suggest.

“Just stay here Fraulein. It would be foolish for you to get home in this state. And I can’t allow you to get hurt or sicker than you already are. I’ll go get some better blankets and pillows. I’ll be right back.” He’ll diligently march away and prepare his next round of poison for you to ingest. It’s not deadly but it saps you of energy and makes you disoriented. If your this way for long enough you’ll accidentally miss your date to exit Germany and return to (country name). He can pull a few strings with his government and say that your in his care and would be 100% unfit for international travel of any kind even on train you wouldn’t be allowed to leave. He’d have you right where he wants you. You’d be unaware the entire time.

“If Y/N wants to be in Germany wish granted Fraulien. But you’ll never be able to leave I can’t allow it there are so many men who’d hurt you!” He mutters to himself as he laces your Bavarian Griessknödel with crushed up sleeping pills.

You’re essentially going to be in a zombie like state due to all the drugging that he puts in your food and drink. After a few months he’ll light up on it and gradually hint at the fact that you no longer are a citizen of (country) and that it’s thanks to him that you’re safe. He’ll gaslight you a ton and make you believe that he’s doing what’s best for you after all you wanted a green card to his nation so badly he arranged it with the caveat that you have to be with him whenever you leave the house, you’re going to have to learn German, and you’re eventually going to have a tracker on you that will be connected to his phone at all times. You’ll be his sweet Fraulein that obeys him…. Eventually.

[lostinlewis]

The Teacher...

Rating: M

Words: 4182

You traced a finger across the cool marble surface as you walked through the biggest kitchen you had ever seen in your life. The entire house was immaculate, like a show home of some sort, nothing about the kitchen, nor any of the rooms you had walked through so far, felt lived in, nothing about the house really felt like a home. 

That was true for the most part, it may have been Lewis’ house but he certainly did not live there, it was just one of the many locations darted around the world that he occasionally stayed in. That was part of the reason you were there in the first place, he had asked in the groupchat you were both apart of, if anyone could spend the weekend there to let contractors in during the day and you were the only one to agree, happy to escape what now felt like an even tinier apartment, to spend a couple days in an almost mansion filled with luxury. 

It wasn’t your first time in Lewis’ house, he had hosted a few gatherings there of which you had attended, but now you were alone in the house you got to truly appreciate the sheer size of it. 

You were onto perhaps the fifth mysterious food item in his fridge when you first heard his voice, like some kind of godlike figure, his voice boomed from an unknown source in the room, making you almost jump out of your skin, much to his amusement. 

“Found anything you like yet?” 

You looked around for the source of his voice, turning around in circles, half expecting a projector screen to drop down and Lewis’ to appear on it, like something out of a James Bond movie but there was nothing. Instead you were left looking like a literal sim character as you waited for his next sentence. 

“Where-where are you?”

“In Japan sweetie, however I have these speakers set up so I can speak to Roscoe when I am out for the day and it turns out it also allows me to speak to humans too.”

“That is…very big brother of you, Lewis.” 

Lewis laughed again, and somehow it now felt normal that you were speaking to one of your friends as he was on the other side of the world and you were now bent over his countertop, biting into an apple you had settled on. 

“You know me, I’m a control freak.” 

“So there’s cameras too?”

“Yes, in every room, so remember that for later...” 

There was a silence for a moment, a short pause whilst Lewis realised how creepy what he had just said sounded yet you hadn’t even flinched; both of you intrigued by the others reaction.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on watching you for the rest of the night, as interesting as that might be.” 

You smirked as you heard his sentence weaken the more words it spilled, you could hear his insistence was a little more for convincing himself than it was for you.

“That’s good because I was looking forward to having a little snoop around that bedroom of yours…” 

“Careful, you might find something that you like in there…” 

You let that one linger, it had to linger, despite the fact you had many questions off the back of it, you knew that this was not the time to ask them, you knew somehow they would be answered for you eventually. 

“Don’t you have things to do, Lewis? Or did you just invite me to stay so you had your own version of a reality tv show to watch whilst bored at a race weekend?”

“Something like that. Behave yourself tonight, you never know who might be watching you...” 

He had warned you that he could be watching you at any moment, but that did nothing but excite you. There had always been an undercurrent of flirtation between you both, a lingering promise for a moment together in the future that neither one of you braved to speak out loud, it was never a case of possibility, more a case of when would the moment find you, and there was nothing wrong with engaging in a little across the world foreplay should the opportunity arise.

Night fell and darkness surrounded the house, the only light came from the television in the living room, it signalled the appropriate time to head to bed. There had been no talk of which room you would sleep in, why would there be when Lewis had four guest bedrooms for you to pick from, but that was not where you intended to rest, your intention was to surround yourself in all that he was even if he wasn’t there himself, and you could only do that in his room.

Lewis’ room was large but minimal, a well placed closet covering one wall, a television and one of the largest beds you had ever seen in your life. It wasn’t just the width of the bed that surprised you, the frame did too, four large wooden posts stood at each corner, unnecessarily large you thought, but you would soon find out why they had to be. 

It was only when you sat on the bed that you noticed the grand mirror that hung on the ceiling - classy you thought to yourself in a giggle. It was then that you remembered Lewis’ warning earlier, the one that told you he had secrets hidden in this room, secrets that might peak your interest, or scare you away, either way you were definitely intrigued. 

You determined his warning was more of an invitation to uncover those secrets, and you had always loved a challenge, what harm could come from a little look around the darkest corners of his room?

His closest was ridiculous, for a house he was barely ever in he had a huge collection of clothes hung across four rails, shoes in abundance below too. You combed through the many clothes as if you had any grasp of what you were looking at, until you found a shirt you remembered him wearing the last time he held a party there, a shirt you remembered fantasising about how it would look on you for far too long that night.

It took all of five seconds to rid yourself of the clothes you had been wearing, exchanging them instead for his shirt, and even though it was clearly freshly washed, you were so sure you could still smell him somehow.

What certainly did smell of him were the sheets of his bed as you lay down on it, before Lewis you had thought only bad smells lingered for a while but he was living proof of the alternative, you didn’t need to wrap yourself in his sheets to be engulfed in his smell, just laying where he had laid once was enough, the more you smelt his scent the stronger the tingle at your core grew too. 

You knew you had to distract yourself, what you couldn’t do right now was exactly what you wanted to do; get yourself off. A few moments of flirting earlier certainly did not equate to pleasuring yourself in what might be his view, that was far too forward, even for you. 

Your curious hands found the drawer right beside his bed, there was nothing much of interest in there, a few books you were certain had never been read due to how immaculate they were, bundles of socks that were clearly overworn during workouts and a rope, a thick red rope. 

The rope didn’t immediately draw your attention, but the second time your fingers ran over it you realised that it was very out of place for a bedroom, especially for a bedroom that hardly contained anything else at all. 

The red rope drew through your fingers with intrigue, it was so thick, threads wound so tight to ensure there would be no breakages, they were so harsh against your soft skin yet all you could think about was what exactly Lewis used it for.  

“What are you doing?”

Lewis’ voice appeared in a boom as if he had read your mind that ran with a thousand questions, there was no telling whether he would answer any though, for a man so usually expressive with his emotions, his tone of voice told you nothing whatsoever.

“I’m just…I’m sorry I-“

It was faint but you were certain you heard him chuckle under his breath as he watched you scramble for a reasonable explanation to having found something not meant for your eyes.

“It doesn’t scare you, does it? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Your body opened up at his acceptance of your wondering, no longer shielding your shame of having been caught snooping, you stayed threading the rope between your fingers as you took a deep breath to respond.

“I guess…what do you do with it?”

There was no mistaking his laughter now, it was louder, less controlled. It wasn’t one of amusement, his chuckle came from a sense of pride, a sense of happiness that you were open to a part of him he had kept secret, with a small dash of devilish teasing at your naivety; you had no idea what you were getting into but he did.

“Teasing, restraint…there’s so much power held within a few threads...lay back and relax, let me help you understand…” 

You did just as you were told, falling back into his pillows as you awaited further instructions, your fingers still threading the rope as your body tingled with nervous excitement built entirely from what seemed like an everlasting silence. 

“What would you like me to do, Lewis?” 

“An impatient little thing, aren’t you? This isn’t about me sweetie, the rope is for you. Now play with it a little, feel it on your skin, only you will know where it feels best…” 

It was daunting at first, finding parts of your skin to run the rope over when you knew not a thing about bondage of any kind. You teased it across your thighs first but felt nothing and Lewis could tell immediately. 

“Keep going sweetie, you will find the place that feels right…” 

You teased down to your ankles, drawing the rope across both at first before settling on wrapping it around one.

“You feel something?”

“I think so, a little bit…”

“Keep going, you will know when you have found it…” 

You could tell Lewis knew what he was talking about, you could tell he was a pro at restraint, yet the more you moved the rope across parts of your body, the less you believed it would have any effect on you at all, that was until you found your wrists. 

Drawing the rope around one wrist you felt a tingle, so strong it was it guided your next move, finding the other wrist with the rope too. It felt right, it felt like it belonged bound across your wrists, and finally you understood what Lewis meant when he said you will know when you find your spot, because the intense tingle at your core was the most obvious sign you had ever had. 

“There…you feel it now, don’t you?”

“I do…wow…is this what it feels like for everyone?” 

Although impossible really, you were certain you could hear the smile on Lewis’ face as he watched you explore something you had never even considered before, even as he stayed silent for the moment, careful to not interrupt your moment with his own musings, you could hear the pride that radiated off of him as he watched you. 

“It feels different for everyone, but what is important is how it feels for you…does it turn you on?”

“Ye-yes…like, a lot…tell me what you do with the rope, please.” 

“This is about you sweetie, I will tell you what I would do to you with the rope, would you like that?”

“Please.” 

“Relax for me, close your eyes…good girl…I would strip you bare first of all, I want you to feel it everywhere as I tease the rope across every inch of your skin…soft brushes whilst you beg me to restrain you with your desperate eyes…” 

Lewis lulled you into a trance so very quickly with his words, his voice so perfectly built to describe moments so very intimate, it almost felt like he was in the room with you. 

“I could tie your wrists to the bedposts, or I could tie them together, which would you prefer?” 

“Together, please…” 

“Perfect, that’s my preference too. Once I have your wrists bound together you will be at my mercy completely…”

A small but noticeable moan escaped your lips as he told you of your vulnerability to him, the thought of Lewis being able to do whatever he wished with your body made you clench as you imagined it. In that moment you would have given anything to be at his mercy, and in a way you were, you were at the mercy of his next sentence and how exactly it would make you feel.

“Oh, you like that? Good, once I have you restrained you will be nothing but my toy to play with…Maybe I will hold your wrists above your head so high that your arms ache as I make it so you can use nothing but your mouth to please me…Maybe I will use the rope as leverage as I fuck you, or maybe I will put you on all fours and tie them behind your back so I can really make you scream…which one are you imagining right now, sweetie?” 

“All…all of them Lewis…shit…all of them…” 

He chuckled at your breathless voice, the way your thighs swayed as if your body was searching for him was quite adorable, he knew it was something special to find someone so innocent yet so willing to learn, he had always known you were special. 

“Tell me what you are thinking, sweetie.”

“How much I wish you were here, Lewis. I want you to teach me everything....” 

You heard a groan, a faint but telling groan, one that told you that you were not alone in being so desperately turned on that it hurt, one that told you how badly he needed you too and it was so satisfying to know that you were the object of his desires.

“All in good time, sweetie. I should let you sleep now, it’s getting late…” 

“You’re going?” 

“It would be a little creepy to watch you sleep, wouldn’t it?”

“You can if you like.” 

“Maybe I’ll check in on you during the night, just to make sure you are safe, sweet dreams beautiful.” 

-

It was quite impossible to sleep, despite you being in what you were sure was the world's most comfortable bed, there were too many lingering thoughts of your glance into Lewis’ world to allow you peace, and besides you were still far too turned on to rest, there was really only one way you would settle now, you were left with no choice. 

Throwing the covers to one side, you parted your thighs to find your clit with your finger. It was so rare now that you could get off with your imagination alone but tonight had fueled you enough to do just that. 

Your imagination painted the most perfect of all scenes, Lewis coming home early as a surprise, his desire to have you outweighing his desire to win a race so much so that he flew home as soon as he could. His heavy footsteps walking up the stairs towards where he knew you would be, him stripping himself of the clothes that bound him to restriction whilst he watched you pleasuring yourself on the bed, unaware of his presence until he made himself known by his hand tracing up your leg, until he could replace your fingers with his own. 

How was it possible to ache for a man you had yet to have? How was it possible that despite having pleasured yourself many times before, your own fingers felt like a pathetic substitution to the man you knew could have his eyes on you right now? 

That was when it dawned on you, despite him already having said good night to you, he could still be watching, you hoped he was still watching, you needed to know if he was. 

“Are you still watching me, Lewis?” 

It was silent for a moment, disappointment sunk in when no response was garnered, now the pleasuring of yourself felt more like a chore than anything enjoyable. That was the first time you realised you wanted to be watched by him more than you wanted to get off, that was the first time you realised the power this man possessed, even when he was thousands of miles away from you, he could make you so wrapped up in him that you thought of nothing else at all. 

It felt redundant now you knew he wasn’t watching, your high quickly diminished and your urge to get yourself off dwindled away too. You opened your eyes to the darkened room, falling out of the fantasy you had created in your mind whilst you let your hand fall to your side in defeat. 

“Carry on sweetie, I’m watching.” 

Hearing his voice, now nothing more than a whisper as nighttime had hit for him too, immediately made you clench. The power he possessed over you was really quite remarkable, and so your hand fell to your core once more, you parted your thighs perfectly to ensure he could see it all, afterall you were still unsure where exactly the cameras were and you didn’t want your audience to miss a single thing, this was for him after all. 

“Good girl, now put on a show for me…” 

The pleasure was so much more intense now you knew he was watching you, every circle of your clit felt so much more powerful, your fingers quickly coated in the reaction to your audience. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, sweetie…” 

You let out a sigh of yearning before you even began to talk, you wanted so desperately to beg him to come to you, you needed him so very much that you thought you might burst, but none of those things were things you were brave enough to say yet, so instead you did just as he asked of you, you told him of your fantasy and hoped he would realise exactly how much you craved him. 

“You…you have come home early, walking up the stairs and I’m here, like this…I don’t know you’re there, not until you are right beside me, your hand brushing up my leg to remove my fingers just so you can touch me instead…” 

“I bet you feel so very wet, sweetie…will you soak my fingers?”

You let out a moan in response to his words and to the way they made you feel, hearing him talk was about as good as having him there in that moment, it was certainly all you could get right now. 

“So wet, Lewis…so wet for you…you play with me whilst I take hold of you, licking your tip before you get frustrated and push inside my mouth…”

“It’s quite big sweetie, you might struggle…” 

“I don’t care if I can’t breathe, I want to feel you stretch my mouth open, I want you to suffocate me with your dick held at the back of my throat whilst your fingers fuck me…” 

“Shit, tell me more…” 

His voice was a groan now, frustration mixed with desire, a groan that told you he was about as worked up right now as you were, neither one of you able to relieve it just yet. 

“I want you to take the rope out and tie it around my wrists so tightly I will never be able to escape, I want you to fuck my face whilst you hold my wrists above my head, leaving me with no choice but to taste all of you…”

“Oh you like the rope, don't you?”

“I do, Lewis…so much…” 

“Maybe I should tie your wrists behind your back before I lay down, making you sit on my face so I can eat you out whilst I hold you in place by the rope…”

He saw the effect his words had on you, he saw the way your eyes rolled back as if you could feel him between your thighs, he saw how close you were too and he knew he wanted to see nothing else but you fall apart in his bed, even if he was unable to be there to really enjoy it. 

“Maybe I would let you cum on my tongue, or maybe I would make you wait for it, make you beg for it, as I watch you ride me reverse cowgirl style, pulling you back to me everytime I want to whisper in your ear and tell you how fucking sexy you look taking me…”

“I wish you were here…”

Lewis laughed as he watched you beg for him, your body an uncontrollable mess of emotions as he talked you through your high, leading you to unimaginable heights. 

“Let’s see how good at following instructions you really are…Relax for me, and just listen to every word I say…” 

You licked your lips in anticipation, at this very moment in time that man could have ordered you to do absolutely anything and you would have done it willingly. 

“You’re close now sweetie, we’re going to make you feel amazing in a second…no more being patient, play with your clit exactly how you know it feels good…” 

He watched your chest rise and fall laboured, he watched your lips part into a constant silent moan, he could tell by the way your finger flicked rapidly now you were seconds away and he was just as desperate for your release as you were. 

“I’m going to countdown and when I get to one, you’re going to show me just how beautiful you look when you cum…” 

You were not at all convinced you could finish on command, yet you also knew from the night you had had so far that Lewis was capable of anything. 

“5…I would be fucking into you so hard right now sweetie…” 

“4…pounding you into the mattress whilst you scream out for mercy…” 

“3…a hand wrapped around your throat whilst I tell you how fucking beautiful you are…” 

“Shit Lewis, I…I…” 

“I know sweetie, you’re almost there…2…I would let my thumb flick over your clit just to make you feel extra good as I fuck you…” 

“Oh...oh my g-…” 

“1…you would cum so hard around my dick you would be able to feel nothing but me inside of you…” 

You did. You came so very hard you couldn’t help but scream out for your audience, reaching for him in the air even though you knew it was impossible to feel him, you needed him, you needed him to do every single thing he spoke of, and even in your orgasmic daze, you knew you would never be satisfied again until he did just that. 

“There you go…feel all of it…you look incredible…”

You could tell by the strain in his voice that you wasn’t the only one pleasuring themselves, the thought of Lewis stroking himself whilst he watched you was so incredibly hot you could have gone for round two immediately, but as your high tapered off you were washed with the realisation of everything that had happened that night, and how nothing would ever feel the same again. 

“So…do you want me to help you now too or?”

Lewis laughed at your ice breaker, immediately he was reminded of your innocence in comparison to him, he hadn’t found someone so endearing in such a long time and although he would probably never admit it out loud, he was completely enamoured with you. 

“I’m good, don’t worry about me. I have a question though…” 

You hated when people prefaced a question with an announcement, it did nothing but flood you with anxiety and this time was no different. 

“Okay?” 

“When do you have to be back at yours?” 

“I don’t have to be back at mine on any day in particular, I planned on travelling home Sunday night, if that was okay with you?”

“Not really…How would you feel about waiting for me to get back on Monday and maybe you can stay a few days longer, if you wanted to?”

“Absolutely, yes.” 

You hadn’t meant to sound so eager but it was impossible to hide it. Of course you wanted to stay until Lewis came back, there was nothing and no one in the world you would rather spend a few days with than him. 

“Good…maybe whilst you are waiting for me, you can take a look around some more…there’s a certain room I know you haven’t come across yet, and seeing as you liked the rope so much, I think you will really like this room.” 

[jumpedthenfell-13]

I FINALLY found my favourite idea for the timeskip in my tdi rewrite au with the gwourtney situationship (it’s NOT in courtneys pov but there might be like one chapter where it is) so:

Courtney is 23. It’s been 7 years since she was on Total Drama, and things have been going well for her. She’s in law school, she’s got new friends, and she absolutely does NOT miss anyone from Total Drama. Obviously.

She absolutely doesn’t think about her friendship with Bridgette, or how she used to joke with Gwen about Heather, or whatever she had with Gwen.

…okay, maybe she misses them, but it’s only a little bit.

Whatever. She has new friends now, new friends who have not watched Total Drama Island, who have not seen her cry on television over the loss of a childhood friendship, who did not see the unofficial relationship between herself and Gwen. Friends who don’t know about how she rewatches the scenes they had together and wonders why she got together with Duncan instead.

It’s a surprise to her when one of these friends tells her he has extra concert tickets, and an even bigger surprise when he asks her to go with him. But she agrees, somewhat hesitantly, not knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

Once they arrive, the first place she looks is the stage. The singer (whose name her friend didn’t tell her) is not on stage yet, but she can see the people closest to it, the ones in the front row seats. There’s a little group of four in front, and someone behind bumps into a blonde girl in that group, who turns to see who bumped into her.

Courtney’s heart stops when she recognizes Bridgette.

It’s been seven years, and she can still recognize her. Just from knowing who one is, she can guess who everyone else is as dread pools in her stomach.

A girl with black hair beside Bridgette. Heather.

A shorter guy with brown hair. Cody.

A guy with black hair joking with Cody. Trent.

She’s terrified. Her life since Total Drama has been going fine, even if she has missed them a bit. But seeing them now, with her friend, who she’s assuming has never seen the show? She’s not ready.

The lights dim. There’s screams in the crowd. Trent climbs on stage (what?) from his spot, walking over and taking the microphone from its stand.

She remembers him wanting to create music. She wonders if it’s his concert, if he’s the one performing tonight.

He is not.

He simply says to give a warm welcome to the singer they’ve been waiting for. A vague introduction, but everyone seems to know who he’s talking about.

Everyone except Courtney.

Someone walks onto the stage from behind the dark curtains.

Courtney freezes in her seat.

It’s a girl, shorter than her. Her friend erupts into cheers beside her. She takes in the girl’s appearance.

Teal and black hair, a little longer and slightly fluffier than Courtney remembers.

Lipstick the same shade as her hair, her lips curling into an excited smile.

Dark, shining eyes that send an eager look in Trent’s direction, eyes that Courtney’s seen up close.

Teal nails that Courtney remembers helping pick the colour for.

A small gold ring with a sun on it.

She looks down at her own, very similar to the girl’s ring, a silver one with a moon.

She looks up again as the girl begins talking in that familiar voice.

She knows this singer, much more personally than her friend does.

The singer she came to see is the same person she stargazed with every night in secret, seven years ago.

Gwen.

[razorblade180]

Recovery

[Post Twin Snowflakes Finale]

About three months after the blizzard crisis in Atlas, life had gotten back on track for the citizens of Atlas. School was back in session, buildings completely repaired, and new ways of life had begun to feel normal for the heroes most involved with the Shiva catastrophe. However, a new predicament poked its head out at the worst of times. A challenge Summer had not prepared for; common sickness.

“ACHOOOO!” Sneezed the sniffling girl who laid on the couch under covers. “I think I’m actually dying this time guys. Nick, I’m sorry for everything.”

The elder twin blinked slowly as he looked down at his sister. “ It’s the common cold. Shut up.” He dropped a box of tissues on her lap.

“There’s nothing common about this cold. I swear this is somehow Shiva’s last laugh.”

Her dramatic antics were ignored by her brother as he walked over to their family. He had gotten really good at that. Then again, they were dealing with a slight issue. All of them were dressed elegantly for a gala event in honor of Atlas’s restoration. Normally they wouldn’t all entertain something like this, the gathering doubled as an award ceremony. With how many of them contributed in Atlas’s time of need, attendance was all but mandatory as well as a smart way to show things are in fact going smoothly. Naturally, Summer didn’t receive an invitation for any noteworthy contribution but was invited out of principle. Now she couldn’t even show up at all!

“Nick, why are you even going?” Summer groaned. “You’re not getting an award. As far as the public is concerned, there was no grand life or death battle. You were in the hospital.”

“That’s exactly why I’m going. This event is televised and since school and other activities are just starting again it’s not like anyone really knows how well I’m doing these days. I wouldn’t be surprised if people thought I was dying if I didn't show myself tonight.”

Summer pouted. “Hmm, kinda sounds like you don’t want to hang out with me?”

“That too. Being sick sucks.”

Well at least he was honest with her. Summer looked at Valerie getting dolled up by her parents while Winter straightened Sparrow’s tie.

“And why is he going exactly?”

“I still miss him.” Winter said bluntly, reaching for Qrow’s arm. “Miss this idiot too.”

“We love you too.” They said in perfect unison.

Summer looked at Ruby helping Ruth put on her sparkly shoes while Whitley fixed Ruby’s hair. No point or desire to nag the new family. Summer was more jealous how Ruth looked excited about the whole thing. Galas are kinda slow for the most part but watching Ruth get excited made Summer wish she was going.

Weiss came by and gave her daughter an extra pillow. “How are you holding up?”

“My bones ache…”

“Sounds about right. It’s been so long since you’ve been sick that I didn’t realize it was possible.”

“You and I both. Look, I know it’s actually not that big of a deal illness wise, but I’m seriously going to be left here watching you guys on tv?” Summer pouted.

Jaune kinda laughed to himself. Looks like Summer was just as needy as Weiss whenever she got sick. “We will try to be back as soon as possible.” He said with a smile. “Besides, you won’t be completely alone.”

As he said that, a knock came from the front door. Ruby dashed over to open it and let her fellow teammates in.

“Look who finally showed up!” Ruby teased.

Yang flicked her sister’s forehead “Hey! We don’t control the weather. We flew as quickly as possible. Well, most of us.”

Penny came darting in all dolled up for the event. “I didn’t want to ruin the dress.” She said, quickly hugging everyone before speeding towards the living room to see Summer. “Salutations!”

“Well, well, well.” Summer squinted. “If it isn’t my doctor who left me to wolves! I presume the other runaway has joined you?”

Oscar came walking in casually. “Yep. Good to see you Summer. It’s been awhile.”

“Didn’t have to be. Can you imagine my surprise when I came home asking if your flight landed, just to be told you didn’t get off!?”

“Hehehe…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I did, technically. I had to get clothes.”

“Blake me.” Penny said. “I was concerned that the altitude might harm Veronica’s ears, considering they were still injured at the time. I wasn’t about to leave Oscar so I asked him to make a round trip.”

“A round tr- ya stayed!”

“Well we weren’t expecting Veronica to ask for therapy and further medical attention! Also it’s not like we don’t video call you for your scheduled appointments.”

Summer puffed her cheeks out. She wasn’t actually upset at anyone. It was just so unbelievable that within the hour of her telling Veronica to seek professional help, the girl pouched both therapist and doctor from under Summer’s nose.

“Speaking of the thief, how is she?”

An extra pair of footsteps came walking up from behind the couch. “The thief can hear you.”

Summer looked up to the faunus girl staring down at her. Veronica gave a rigid wave then walked over to the other couch to lay on it. Unlike the others, Veronica was dressed in her normal clothes.

“That’s a little casual for a gala, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Good thing I’m not going?”

“Excuse me?” Summer said quickly, looking at Weiss.

“Veronica volunteered to look after you while we’re out. Hopefully this event won’t drag out.”

Penny did a quick scan of Summer’s vitals. “Hmm, even if it does she’ll be fine. It’s a little funny how your slight fever is the normal temperature of a person. You have nothing to worry about. It’s accumulating by the looks of it.”

“Cool.” Summer said not really concerned about that at all as she looked at Veronica. “You volunteered?” She didn’t get a verbal answer. Only a thumbs up.

Weiss gave Summer a kiss in the head and proceeded to leave along with everyone else. “Veronica, call if you need anything.”

“Yes ma’am.” As everyone left, Nick turned towards her to give a smile and wave as he exited. Such a little gesture brought a small smile to Veronica’s face. She put her attention on Summer and stood up. “Need anything?”

“Yeah, an answer. Why aren’t you going with them? If I got an invite then you had to.”

“I did, but it was customary.”

“What? But…you helped dozens. You’re not getting an award?”

“Nope. It’s not like dust infused clothes didn’t exist before I made more, or as if people really knew I was making more. I stayed in my little workshop so often. Even I don’t know if everything I made actually functioned as intended; nor would people tell the difference if they were layered up. Aside from the things I made for our family, that is. My crowning moments are in the final fight which as far as the public is aware, never happened.”

“That’s…I’m sorry to hear that. You worked so hard.”

“Eh. Can’t say I care too much. Not like I wanted to give a speech or anything. The crowd wouldn’t take too kindly to that anyways if you ask me.”

“Still…” Summer frowned, “You deserve recognition.”

Veronica went silent for a moment. All she could do was shrug, choosing not to think about it too much. It is what it is after all.

“How are your ears?” Summer asked, noticing them. They looked as perky as they were before instead of tapped down.

“I’m not deaf, so that’s swell. Last thing I need to be is a faunus that can’t hear or see well. Enough about me though. You don’t even sound like you should be talking. Do I need to grab a pitcher, meds, or-”

“ARF!!” Came a high pitched cry from the main hall that made Veronica jump.

What came next was the pitter patter of tiny paws on tile that made its way onto carpet. From around the couch, a tiny Dalmatian puppy with perfect spots under his eyes came waddling towards Veronica with a wagging tail

It let out its tiny yet mighty bark again. “ARF!” He nibbled on the tip of Veronica’s worn sneakers.

“N-No.” Summer stuttered, patting the couch cushion to gain its attention. “Dunce, leave her alone. I’m sorry, again.”

“You named them Dunce?”

“Our old dog was named Dolt. I don’t see the problem. Oscar suggested a therapy animal and I chose this little menace. Dunce! I need you to be smart for three seconds and come to mama.”

“It’s fine.” Veronica bent over and picked up the little guy. “Hey Dunce. Smelled a cat did ya? Good thing I don’t spook like my mom.” Veronica watched as his tiny tongue licked her nose before the puppy yawned. “Me too.”

Summer was a little bit shocked seeing Veronica react so casually. Now that she was thinking about it, Veronica overall appeared…low on energy compared to her typical attitude. Her tone was laxed and her gaze held a neutrality to them, but it didn’t feel natural.

“Are you…on antidepressants?” Summer hesitated to say. Veronica raised a brow at the question. Suddenly there was a bit more light behind Veronica’s eyes, but only a bit.

“I mean…I was for a bit, but not anymore. They…they kinda made me worse.” Veronica said in a disheartening voice. “Uh, does he have a cage I put him in? Dogs can catch human diseases y’know?”

“Yeah.” Summer pointed towards the main entryway. “Cage is outside the kitchen door.”

“Is that hygienic?”

“It’s not in the kitchen or right next to it. Keqing it there makes it easy to put him inside when we have to. He listens to microwave beeps more than me.”

Veronica snickered then left to put him away. Summer couldn’t help but feel the awkwardness between them. Maybe it was all in her sick brain, but Veronica’s words felt rather dry. The typical wittiness and snap back wasn’t there. Almost as if her mind was somewhere else. The girl in question came back in with bottles of water and two extra covers. One was draped over Summer.

“Oh. Th-Thank you?”

“I could tell you were shivering.” Veronica used the second cover on herself and turned on the tv. “Ceremony won’t start for a while. Not that it’s gonna be interesting. You should get some rest while you can though.”

“Okay…” Summer said meekly, resting her head. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Veronica. Somehow she looked more tired. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Jet lag. Menagerie isn’t exactly the closest spot to Atlas.”

“That makes sense. Although, if you had no real interest in the gala then why come all the way here in the first place?”

“It’s not Menagerie.” Veronica laid her head down and put her arm over her eyes to block out light. “Sorry, but I need a bit of rest myself. Don’t worry though. I sleep lightly.”

Now she was even apologizing. Something definitely changed over the months. Well…a lot has actually changed. Could it be that Veronica was forcing herself to help as a way of trying to make things better between them? Summer remembered their final conversation. It was messy and complicated, but it wasn’t as if Summer came off as resentful. Maybe Oscar had spoken to Veronica in one of their sessions recently and it really hit home so now she’s contemplating? Whatever it was, Summer didn’t have the energy or intention to force a conversation. Veronica was right about her being tired. The two girls shut their eyes and let rest settle in.

xxxxxx

It was about an hour or so before Summer woke up again. As her vision cleared, she saw Veronica sitting in the corner of the other couch watching tv. Summer looked down to find her water bottle and noticed that beside it was cough syrup and a melted ice pouch.

“Your fever broke in your sleep.” Veronica said casually. “Do you remember waking up to take that medicine?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“I thought as much. Anyways, how you feein?”

“Actually…pretty good.” Summer sat up. Her body still had a little fatigue but there was no headache or sore throat. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“I’m here to take care of you. Besides, I got decent rest I suppose.”

Summer wasn’t too convinced about that. Veronica did appear to have a bit more energy but her overall demeanor and even her slouching posture told a different story. There had to be a way to break the ice. Fortunately, Veronica also had things to say.

“How’s school? It’s back in session right?”

Summer nodded. “We actually did a bunch of online classes not long after you left, but a month ago the entire school was up and running again. Normally I’d be pissed but it looks like summer vacation will happen. They’re even considering extending it since some students were trapped in Atlas.

“You guys have already made up for four months worth of work?”

“Atlas has problems. Education isn’t one of them. Especially in a combat school. Not to brag but we’re kinda awesome.”

“I know four of you are, but I never got that impression from your peers.”

Summer blinked twice. If she wasn’t mistaken, Veronica called her awesome. Sure, she mentioned Val, Nick, and Eliza, but she included Summer among them.

Veronica noticed the silence. “Something wrong?”

“N-No! Just uhh…” Summer trailed off. “Anyways, I’m more surprised the field is repaired. You all really set it ablaze.”

“That’s putting it mildly. I set off an inferno that could’ve killed us.”

“Abou that…has that shaken you up or anything?”

“Huh? Not particularly? Sure it was scary but so were a lot of things. Why?”

“Just asking.” So that wasn’t what was bothering her. Perhaps Summer went about this the wrong way? Veronica could be feeling general unease? “Speaking of summer vacation, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“I’m all ears.” Veronica wiggled both pairs of them.

“I was hoping you could help me with a swimsuit?”

Now that was a question Veronica hadn’t expected. She gave full attention to Summer. “Why me of all people?”

“What do you mean why?” Summer pulled the covers halfway up her face. “You look good in everything and know fashion. I wanna look hot.” She muttered.

Veronica felt a flutter in her chest. “Oh, thanks.” She wasn’t expecting such a brutally honest response. “I’ve actually never made a swimsuit before. Not that I couldn’t learn to work with the fabric but it would take time. Can’t guarantee it would hold up against something professional.”

“That’s alright. I more so wanted to pick your brain than have you suddenly make me one for scratch.”

“I can do that. Are you well enough to stand?”

“I am.”

“If you go change into a sports bra and some shorts then I can give my thoughts now.”

Summer squinted. “What makes you think I own sports bras?”

“Because you’re the same girl who walked around in oversized school uniforms and would get away with sweatpants any chance possible.” Veronica said bluntly. Maybe a little too blunt. Summer started to pout. “Shit, I uuh didn’t mean for that to sound-”

Summer stood up and left the covers on the couch to reveal she was already in shorts. The girl huffed while removing her oversized Pumpkin Pete’s t-shirt to show Veronica her black sports bra.

Veronica threw her hands up in disbelief. “So you were just being difficult?”

“Nobody likes being called out so accurately.” Summer crossed her arms defensively. “Let’s make this quick. I’m still cold.”

Veronica got on her feet and got to inspecting. First thing she immediately noticed Summer’s skin in general looked healthier than last time. Not to mention she sounded better internally as well.

“You’ve been eating healthier.”

Summer’s eyes went wide. “You can tell at a glance? I mean it’s not as difficult considering Shiva is gone. I don’t have to worry about making her more capable. I’ve even stuck to the diary suggestions you gave me.”

“You don’t have to follow that. You do realize that, right?”

“I know, but I kinda like it now.”

“Whatever floats your boat I guess.” Veronica looked at several scars imprinted on Summer’s body. It was obvious this desire of hers had more to deal with self confidence than basic attractiveness.

Though her body wasn’t flawless, most of Summer’s scars had healed remarkably well over time; many had faded and naturally gotten smaller as the girl grew up from the accident that was more than a decade ago by now. There were a couple under her right rib cage and left thigh that noticeably had heavier scar tissue but that was fine. Veronica looked at Summer’s face again. Even the slight scar across her cheek and chin were difficult to notice. Her arms obviously had a couple scars from punctures, but once again, they healed pretty well.

“Did you have any ideas in mind? High waisted, strapless, over the shoulder, or basic?”

Summer shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s why I’m asking you. I want to try being more comfortable with myself but any time I go shopping…it all becomes a chore.” She sighed.

“Well since you’re asking me, go with a one piece.” Veronica watched Summer try to stop her face from scrunching up. “What?”

“Isn’t that a little…I don’t know, childish?”

“Only if you’re thinking about a school’s one piece, maybe. Summer, you do know you can’t really pull off what I would pick for myself, right?”

“Yes Veronica. I’m painfully aware of that.” It was hard not to sound jealous. Belladonna and Xiao Long genetics are the ultimate slap in the face in this specific case. “The hell is your dairy diet?”

“Stop crying over nonexistent spilled milk. You are also the daughter of a very beautiful woman who I highly doubt has ever looked ugly. Weiss Schnee might be the definition of beauty.”

“I think you’re underselling how gorgeous your parents are.”

“Oh I’m fully aware people drool over my parents. One more than the other at times. Doesn’t change what I said. Showing more skin doesn’t automatically make you feel more attractive or give off the perception you’re aiming for. You have to learn to work with what you have instead of what you wish for.”

“And what would that be?” Summer asked earnestly, receiving a tap on the leg with Veronica’s

“Like I said, you’re your mother’s daughter. Short torso, but long elegant legs. A one piece Will compliment that while also covering a few scars because let’s be honest, that’s what’s bugging you. Take it a step at a time. Hell, pick a one piece that shows a little of your back if you think that’s manageable. Alternatively, high waisted bottoms are a bikini top that’s more like a crop top or vest. You can feel hot and be modest.

Summer listened to every word. Veronica had gotten so caught up in her craft that she was speaking normally again. Not only that, but what she said felt more than personal advice. It was clear Veronica pulled from personal experience. A mixture of care and stern lecturing. For some reason, that made Summer smile.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “What’s with the grin?”

“I’m relieved. The awkward tension isn’t as bad as earlier. Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep it all in mind.”

Again with the compliments. Veronica wasn’t sure she would get used to them. She walked back to her seat. “You can put back on your shirt now before you catch another cold.”

“That would suck.” Summer returned to her comfy clothes and blankets. “Gotta admit I’m a little surprised you’ve never worked with swimsuits. Haven’t covered it in fashion class yet?”

Awkwardness came back again. Veronica turned her gaze towards the tv to see the countless citizens in extraordinary outfits as ceremonies took place. She rested her head in her left hand.

“Veronica?”

“Don’t know. I never went back.” Her ears dropped down.

Summer’s heart sunk, her body leaning back in shock. “Never went back? What do you mean you never went back?”

“I missed a lot when I left the first time. Granted it wasn’t anything I couldn’t make up with effort and my talent, but I didn’t really have one of those. Regular school is hard enough, now I had to fight in order to keep a spot nobody wanted me in to start with. Between my terrible record with fights and whatever bull shit they came up with, I didn’t have the energy. I’ve barely been going to school at all actually.”

“But…you love making designs.”

“I also loved gymnastics and a bunch of other things. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s not like I’ve given up on it. At this point it makes more sense to finish school and then go to design school somewhere far from home. Coco Axel herself thinks I have talent and recommended a few schools, so it’s a win.”

Veronica turned to Summer to smile at her humble brag but saw the girl frowning. A twinge of pain hit her chest and the smile she tried to wear didn’t show up.

Summer spoke with genuine concern. “Why don’t I think you believe that?”

“I mean…” Veronica clenched the bottom of her skirt as she held her head down. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little disappointed in myself. By all rights, this plan is more favorable than things have been; yet it feels like I broke a promise to myself. As if they won by kicking me out.” Her voice trembled.

“I-”

“Can we please not talk about this?” She said quickly.

There it was, the frailty from before. Summer took a breath before speaking calmly. “Are you forcing yourself to interact with me because not doing so feels like running away?”

Veronica raised her head with urgency. “No, that’s not…” she sighed, feeling exhausted. “I don’t know why I’m doing what I am anymore. I only know doing nothing isn’t going to fix anything.”

“What are you trying to fix?”

“….Everything?” Tears spilled over that Veronica quickly wiped away. “Myself.”

“I can’t really speak much on school since I don’t have room to talk about the best way to handle it, but don’t think you have to force these things. Especially between us. It’s like you said about my swimsuit. Go at your own pace.”

“If I don’t push myself then I don’t want to move. I know that healing isn’t this linear process but these setbacks and plateaus keep…scaring me. I know I don’t deserve pity for a lot of things I’ve done but these lows are so-”

“Who told you that?” Summer asked sternly, spooking herself a little. “Who said you don’t deserve pity or empathy? I most certainly didn’t and I know nobody who has your best interest said that. Vee, in case you haven’t noticed, not once since you’ve been here have I done something fucked up like guilt trip you or come off as passive aggressive. So you showed up today because you feel guilty? Half the things I’ve done for my family had personal guilt attached to it. That’s all the proof you need that you’re holding yourself accountable and have compassion, but don’t think you have to act on every urge. I see that you’re trying. You got a therapist immediately after I told you.

“I thought you were upset over that?”

“Not literally! I was just being bratty because I’m not fan of sharing. I’m not actually mad you took my advice to get therapy from the person you trust. Cut me a little slack.” Summer gave Veronica a gentle smile. “Have any interesting breakthroughs you’re comfortable with sharing? Oscar has a way of making people cry.”

Veronica wiped her face again. “I don’t know if I can really call them breakthroughs. They’ve been things I pretty much knew about myself but never wanted to admit verbally. Apparently I have a fairly decent understanding of myself. It’s putting in the work positively that sucks.”

“Gotta admit that makes me a little jealous. That man sometimes peels back a layer I didn’t know existed.”

“Heh, well, I guess the closest thing to that is despite my low tolerance and expectations for people, I persist in being close to see if I’ll be proven wrong.” She sniffed. “It’s a big reason why I like Nick. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

Summer can understand that. All of their family is kind and caring but people like her brother and Penny aren’t related to Veronica. She’s so used to being written off by others that she expects it’ll come eventually. However, the truth is that’s not gonna happen with those two. Even in Veronica’s ugliest moments, they never thought less of her or believed she couldn’t be better. Now that Summer thought of it, Veronica most likely thought similarly about this situation.

Summer reached out her hand. “Not to change topics so suddenly, but I’m still cold.”

“Oh, okay.” Veronica removed her own blanket. She wasn’t actually that cold anymore anyways. She walked over to Summer to give her the extra layer but was caught by surprise when Summer grabbed her by the wrist. “What are - ahh!” A firm tug sent Veronica falling forward.

Summer caught the girl in her arms and fell back gently onto the couch with Veronica ensnared. They landed on their sides and Summer kept the girls face close to her chest. “Aah~That’s better.” She didn’t push her luck by rubbing her head.

Veronica squirmed and grunted. “Grr, Summer! I’m not in the mood for-”

“Then use your semblance or punch me in the face to escape. I’m not letting go of you.”

Veronica’s tail swayed back and forth as she tried wiggling side to side before giving up, her body going limp. She wasn’t going to punch a sick person.

“No semblance?”

“…I’m too exhausted to deal with falling.”

“Guess you’re stuck then.” Summer didn’t really believe that was the full reason, she let Veronica get away with it.

Silence built between them for at least a minute as the sound of a clock ticked and the sound from tv not being watched played in the background.

“Why are you doing this?” Veronica finally asked.

“You’re warm and I’m cold. Chalk it up to fulfilling your duties as my temporary keeper.”

“….Why are you really doing this?” Veronica sunk into the embrace.

“….Not sure. Maybe this is my version of tough love? I don’t like seeing you so down on yourself and walking on eggshells around me. Can’t tell if I’m concerned or if it ticks me off.”

“Beats me.” She said dryly.

“Back to what you said, I can empathize a little. There were many times I felt like I was giving every reason for people to let go to the waste side. Even so, my family never let go. I felt like dead weight and yet they still chose to hang on to me. I never really understood why, but maybe there isn’t much to understand?”

“It’s love. The type that feels unconditional and dangerous for everyone involved. Especially the person who doesn’t believe they deserve it.”

Summer felt Veronica tense up. “Not that I’m giving you my blessing or anything like that, but take it from me, Nick does whatever the fuck he wants. His answer to participating less in contests and overseeing school affairs was to get a part time job for crying out loud.” She snickered, “He’s so bad saying no he literally had to give himself an excuse to deny people.”

“Does he work at the cafe he likes so much?”

“Could you smell it on him? Heh, it’s not a terrible scent by any means but man is it a lot to deal with. Anyways, don’t be afraid to be real with him. And if you feel too reliant, bring it up. You could also make my day and fall for someone else.”

“No offense, but do you even know what it’s like to fall for someone? You kinda bask in the limelight.”

“Nope.” Summer said without a second thought. “I’ve been attracted to people but generally all guys I’ve met look disappointed and mundane.”

“Do you think that has something to do with the fact people like Oscar, your father, and Nick set the bar high by sticking by you through medical, physical, and emotional crises? How can any normal guy treat you that tenderly?”

Summer felt like her entire world hit pause. Now she knew for sure Veronica did sessions with Oscar, because not only was that delivery so blunt, the monotone nature of it hit her in the face. That had never crossed her mind!

“Let’s keep the focus on you okay?” Summer said, not wanting to acknowledge that new box of horror right now. “I asked earlier but I’ll ask again. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

Veronica felt her own heart beating faster. Despite her deep breaths, it wouldn’t calm down. “…It’s not jet lag.” She said on the verge of tears. “I’m so tired all the time. I can sleep for hours and gain little rest. I feel like a bundle of nerves because I don’t know if I’m angry with myself or everyone else. I…I am so lost in it all. I don’t know if I’m doing anything right anymore. Maybe I never was. It feels even shitty to complain like this to you about my problems when yours actually tried to kill you.”

“…..So are yours. They pushed you.”

The words echoed in Veronica’s head. “Ah…I guess I never looked at it like that. Ya know…I would always get so angry hearing someone said ending your life is the easy way out. There’s nothing easy about letting all hope inside you fade and believing nothing gets better. It’s pure torture.”

“What does not giving up mean then?”

“That’s not easy either. It takes pure strength to hold onto hope for a better day.”

“If that’s the case, Veronica, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

Summer gently combed through the girl’s hair with her fingers. So much has happened in so little time. Perhaps everything was leading to this moment? Then again, it was nice to think they both reached this point by never giving up instead of believing in something as mysterious as destiny. All Summer knew for sure is whenever she thought about Veronica recently, she only wanted good things to happen to her and for them to talk. Not only about big and serious things, but the silly little topics that no normal person would get hung up on. Not everything in life can be mended and things that are might not be quite the same. Even so, Summer knew in her heart there was one thing she could- no, that she did mend and wanted to share.

“Veronica…?” She said softly.

“Hmmm?” The girl hummed, barely mustering the energy.

“….I forgive you.”

Three words. That’s all it took to undo some of the immense pressure that weighed heavily on Veronica. She couldn’t even question if it was said out of pity or earnestly. The simple fact that she hears what she never believed would undid the rest of her composure. Her arms wrapped around Summer to hold on gently.

No more words were exchanged. Summer continued to play with Veronica’s hair and keep her close as the girl cried into her chest, her body trembling. Summer never found herself as particularly kind in comparison to others she knew. However, right now she couldn’t believe her brother might’ve been right. After all her protests and feelings of disbelief towards her own qualities, here she was, holding on. Maybe there truly was something everyone saw in her and Veronica that the two of them had yet to notice at the time? Summer had to admit that now she wanted to see it too.

xxxxx

Night settled in and the esteemed guests had returned to the manor exhausted. Not so much though that Weiss did them all a favor by having a human-sized Gigas carry the awards and baggage.

“Is it too much to ask for those things to be fun and brief?” Sparrow sighed.

“Yes.” Everyone said.

Ruby held a passed out Ruth in her arms. “One of us had a blast. Out like a light.

Weiss smiled. “Then it’s worth it in the end. You two and Whitley could’ve gone straight home if you wanted to.”

“Nah, Ruth likes Veronica. I was thinking we all might crash here for tonight? There’s definitely enough rooms.”

Nora’s eyes lit up. “Then in the morning we get treated to the most wonderful breakfast by Ruby, Ren, Jaune, Winter, and Yang!”

Sparrow clapped. “Amazing idea.”

Blake however took slight offense. “Are you saying the other half of us spouses are the inferior cooks?”

Weiss, Whitley, and Qrow looked at Blake. “That’s because we are.”

“My cooking is great!”

Yang patted her back. “It is, but let’s be honest. My breakfast brings your parents over.”

While Valerie was busy getting distracted by Dunce’s adorableness, Nick followed Oscar and Penny to the living room to hopefully find it in one piece. Immediately as they walked in they came back out waving everyone over silently but frantically. The curious bunch made their way over.

Everyone had to restrain their gasps before smiling. This sure wasn’t expected. Both girls were completely knocked out on one sofa holding one another. Empty water bottles were everywhere and there were a couple empty snack bowls as well. Summer looked rather pleased in her slumber while Veronica was in a deep sleep. A soft purring could be heard coming from her as she leaned into Summer’s embrace.

No one had the heart to wake them. As they left, Weiss turned off the tv, Yang and Blake grabbed the trash, and Jaune put a cover over them that had fallen off. Nick however, grabbed something a bit more memorable; a quick photo to show them later if the need arises. Would they threaten his life? It was possible. Would that make him any less correct? Absolutely not.