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thearcherihardlyknowher · 1 month ago

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Tell Me Not To Go

Pairing- Danny Wagner x Fem!reader

Summary: You and danny have worked together for three years now and he's gotten on your nerves since the first day you two met. What if, at a party, your hatred turns to something else?

Word count- 6.6k (give or take)

Warnings- 18+ mdni!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, oral (f. rec), fingering (f. rec)

A/N: oh my gosh my first gvf fic!! This has been in the works for like.. a year now. Apologies for any typos, this is very lightly edited!

The entire park is covered in a deep, spine-chilling dusk. Scare actors that range from zombies running at people, to clowns (you being one of them) jumping out of corners when people least expect it, are found at every corner. There's a fake fog that reeks of artificial, plastic cotton candy being distributed at every turn. Piercing shrieks from unsuspecting victims fill your ears and your head begins to pulse once again. The autumn chill nips at your exposed skin and makes your eyebrows furrow even more. You attempt to wrap your arms around your chest, trying to conserve your body heat, but you are unsuccessful due to a tight, black corset and a baseball bat that is covered in fake blood already occupying your hands. The short, black tutu you were wearing, ornated with colorful swirls, two layers of tights, and two sets of colorful leg warmers didn't help much to keep you warm either. You find yourself tucked into a dark corner, not looking to scare the wits out of anyone, but to try to get rid of your pulsing headache. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a presence approaching behind you.

"You look real warm over here sweetheart," you hear the sarcasm oozing out of his voice.

"Daniel, what do you want?" You mutter through gritted teeth. You didn't even turn around to face him. Danny Wagner was the wrong person you wanted to be talking to while already having a temper building up.

"Just came over here to talk about the weather. Such a clear night we're having, don't you think?" He replies and you can hear the smirk in his tone.

"I have the worst headache and I'm freezing my ass off. Can you just not tonight?" You slowly turn around, now looking at him. Sometimes it caught you off guard when you saw him in scare makeup even though he's been wearing the same design for over three years. His face was painted white with big, black-painted triangles going from the tops of his eyebrows into the painted frown on his lips. There was more detail in it but you ignored it as your headache pulsated and started to make you lightheaded.

"Shit, Y/N are you okay?" He saw the look on your face and now his voice was immediately rid of any teasing and was laced with worry. "I'm gonna go get you a drink, just stay right here."

You just nodded softly before pressing your back against the wall of some building and sliding down it till you were sitting with your legs out in front of you.

Danny came back quite fast and bent down to where you were. As he handed you the opened bottle, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder and just stared at you with concern littering his painted expression. After taking a bigger sip than anticipated, you set the bottle down next to you, closed your eyes, and tried to take a breath.

"You okay now?" He asked softly, breaking the silence between you two. His eyes lingered on your face, tracing over your features. You felt your face heat up at the attention but you shook it off.

"Yeah, I think so," you mumbled as you stood up, wiping the dirt off your skirt. Your headache was still there, but it was a dull ache now. He got up as well but he had an unrecognizable look on his face. "Is there something on my face?" You sighed, ready to wipe it away.

"Well yeah, but no," he stammered. He reached his hand towards your face and his fingers barely brushed your already parting lips. "You should fix that," he says smirking, right after he smudges your painted clown nose.

"Oh you fucker," you groan as you slap his hand away from your face. You pull out your phone to see your reflection and sure enough, he messed up the paint on your nose. Just as your head snapped up, ready to berate him, he was gone.

You just huffed as you stomped off to your dressing room to fix your makeup. You walked into the small, dimly lit dressing room which reeked of paint and you sat down at the vanity. You dipped your brush into the red face paint before redrawing the clown nose onto your own. Once you're satisfied with your makeup, you tease your hair a bit more, taking a comb and raking it in the opposite way of your hair. You decide that's enough staring at yourself and you smooth your skirt out before heading back out. You roam around for a bit, taking pleasure in the screams you receive from random passersby as you jump at them. You end up popping out of the artificial fog to scare these two teenage girls. You snicker as they both squeal, clinging onto each other. You walk out of the fog to introduce yourself to them with a smirk.

As you were taking a picture with one of the girls, no older than 15, you felt his presence behind you. The friend who was taking the girl's picture, giggled as her friend didn't realize Danny was behind her. He poked the girl next to you with his finger and she let out a squeal.

He was laughing his ass off but managed to stick his hand out and introduce himself enthusiastically. "The name's Patches and this here, is my lovely wife Poptart, if you haven't already met her." You heard in his voice how he was reluctant to give you any sort of compliment, even just in character, but it filled you with pride. You brush off his introduction of you since you already introduced yourself before making small talk with the girls.

After they walk away and you waved to them, you hit Danny softly in the shoulder. "Asshole," you mutter under your breath before turning to walking away from him.

He grabs your hand before you can fully walk away and he spins you so you're facing him. "Watch your mouth, princess," he grits out, his jaw clenched with an expression you still cannot name. You scoff before shrugging him off and successfully stomping away.

The night was almost over; just one more hour till close and you couldn't wait to go home. You were standing around one of the bathrooms that were festively decorated with black balloons and stripes when you heard two familiar voices. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the same two teenage girls approaching Danny. You sneak a bit closer to hear them, ducking behind a colorful pop-up booth, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Patches, can I ask you a question?" The taller girl with blonde hair asked.

"Yeah go ahead," Danny answered, cocking his eyebrow with genuine interest.

"So, how long have you and Poptart been married?"

"That's a really good question.." He seemed to ponder for a second before replying. "Poptart! How long have we been married?!" He yelled out for you and his voice seemed to echo across the entire park.

You felt your cheeks heat up, getting caught off guard at the sudden mention of your character's name. You and Danny try to avoid each other every night, even though you're paired up as a couple. This is the most, in three years, that you and him have interacted in a single day. You ultimately have to walk up to them but you have to drag yourself over there.

"Well," you rub your chin as you pretend to think for a second. "It has to be at least 7 years."

You and him never really practiced your backstory as a "couple", never being able to stand each other for more than five minutes. You both just made things up on the spot.

The same girl asked another question. "Do you guys still love each other the same as you did when you met?"

You shift your weight as you take a sharp inhale. This was not the usual question you got. Most of the time you didn't even get questions, just screams.

"I would say I love her even more than when we first met." That was the last thing you expected out of Danny. Your head snapped in his direction as you stared at him, your lips slightly apart. Something about his comment made your stomach flutter. He nodded towards you, waiting for a response, but when he saw your reaction, he started to smirk.

You shake off your surprise before you finally respond. "I love him a whole lot more than I did back then. Not so much when he cheats on me though," you snickered as you decided to switch up the narrative and mess with him.

Both of the teenage girls gasped and you even heard him let out a small noise of surprise.

"I have never cheated on you! Don't listen to her." He leaned closer toward the girls and whispered. "She's crazy."

"Oh no, don't even! I saw you and that trash doll!" You yell at him with a slight grin, pretending to be upset. However, this whole ordeal ended up with you two having a screaming match, mostly for shits and giggles. The girls ended up scampering away and you broke into a fit of laughter. You glance over at him to see his eyes locked on you while he just chuckles. You inhale softly as you try to calm down from the previous incident. When you meet his eyes again, he nods slightly, signaling you to walk with him.

You and Danny settle into silence as you both are seated on a secluded bench, towards the back of the park. Since it was getting near the closing time, there was barely anyone around you guys. You swing your feet whilst staring at the ground, enjoying the quietness. You can still feel the chilly air piercing your skin through your clothes, but it doesn't bother you much. In fact, it's the last thing on your mind, your proximity to Danny takes occupancy of your thoughts.

"Are you going to that party tomorrow?" You heard him ask quietly beside you.

"Hmm?" You hum, softly turning your head to look at him. You weren't expecting any sort of conversation to come out of this.

"Y'know, the party that Josh is throwing for..." His voice trails off as his brows knit together. You watch his expression as he tries to remember the guy's name, who you've only met once when you were plastered at another one of Josh's parties. Honestly, you couldn't even remember his face. Josh was a mutual friend of yours that you met before you worked with Danny. Though Josh, you also met his brothers, which revealed a fact you didn't know previously. Danny was a staple in the boys's life so being close with them, meant having to tolerate him.

"Why do you care if I show up or not?" You huff out questionably as you look back down to your swinging feet.

"God, is there ever a time when you're not being a fucking brat?" He grumbles as he folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the back of the bench.

You feel a heat simmering in your lower stomach before you snap your head towards him. "Seriously? Why are you always like this? This is exactly why I can't stand even being around you." You get up from the bench before looking back at him.

"Have a good night," you grit through your teeth as you ditch the bench, leaving him behind. You hear him say something under his breath but you just roll your eyes.

You marched back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you, before you started to get ready to leave. Thankfully, the park was a few minutes away from closing time. You take down your teased pigtails and you begrudgingly brush your hair out before putting it back into a ponytail. You take a moment before deciding that you'll change when you get home so you strip off your skirt and leg warmers to slip on a pair of sweatpants over your tights. You slide on a random crewneck over your corset before sitting at your vanity. The old chair creaks under you and it causes an annoyed groan to fall softly from your lips. You grab your phone off the vanity desk to check it for the time, making sure the park is actually closed before you leave. Sure enough, it's 2 am, which means you're free to go. You put the pieces of your costume in your patterned tote bag before grabbing your keys and heading out of your dressing room.

As you're crossing the parking lot, you spot Danny getting into his car. His eyes meet yours for a split second before you look away, feeling your face flush. At first you feel like a kid getting caught sneaking into the cookie jar, but you brush off your burning cheeks as residual anger. You get into your car, tossing your bag into the seat next to you before driving away. You have to force yourself not to glance at him on your way out of the theme park.

Soon enough, you pull into your driveway. You sigh from relief previous to turning the car off. You unlock your front door and when you enter your house, you're met with the familiar smell of lavender and a soft vanilla, and you slip your shoes off. You trudged up the stairs before padding your way into your room. You drop down on your bed, plopping face down with a grumble. The feeling of your soft, cool sheets against your skin makes you want to fall asleep forever. However, you're painstakingly aware of the uncomfortable corset under your looser fitting clothes wrapped over it. You force yourself up to get changed out of your sweats and your crewneck, so you can unlace your corset and strip off your tights. You slip out of your clothes before grabbing a satiny silk robe from the back of your bedroom door. You then wandered to grab clean pajamas from your drawer before heading into your bathroom.

You're thankful for the soft smile light illuminating the bathroom, as it's not too harsh on your eyes. You set your clean pajamas on the marbled bathroom counter before letting the robe drop from your body. You reach into your shower, turning the knob till it's sweltering hot. You grab your brush off the cold counter before taking out your lazy ponytail and getting the majority of the tangles out. You set the brush back in its original place before turning the knob on the shower so it's a bit cooler, but still steaming up the bathroom. You hop in and you let the heated water run down your body and through your hair.

After your shower, you collapse back into your bed before scrolling aimlessly on your phone, swiping in and out of different apps waiting for exhaustion to take over.

Your phone vibrates and you look up to see a notification that Sam texted you. Your eyebrow raises before reading it.

Sammy: I know Danny already bugged you about it, but will you pleasee come to the party tomorrow? or, technically later today.

You roll your eyes at his technicality. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you try to come up with a response. Sure it would be fun to get out of the house since you don't go anywhere but work, but on the other hand, Danny's gonna be there and there's no doubt in your mind that he'll be an absolute menace. You decide to respond to Sam whenever you wake up and you plug your phone in before setting it on your nightstand.

You end up sleeping on and off all night and you finally opt to just get up. You take a second to let your eyes adjust before stretching your arms above your head. You grab your phone from your nightstand with a yawn. You open your phone to see the chat with Sam that you still haven't replied to. You throw your phone down on your bed before shuffling to your bathroom. You go pee, wash your hands and your face, and you brush your teeth as you try to think of what to say back to Sam. You take a deep breath before padding back into your room. You grab your phone off your blankets before you grumble and typing out a short response.

You: I'll be there

As the day goes on, you're able to get a few errands done, trying to be productive before the dreaded chore later. You look at the time on your phone as you're sitting on the edge of your bed and you see it's now nearing 8 pm, so you decide to get ready. You huff as you search through your clothes, trying to pick something to wear. Finally, a short, lilac dress caught your eye. You took it off the hanger and you tried it on. You ran your hands down your body, smoothing out the dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a silky dress that fit around your curves perfectly and put an emphasis on your cleavage. You just gave yourself a smirk in the mirror as you walked into your bathroom to start on your hair. You're stuck between leaving your hair down and natural or putting it into a braid. You end up choosing the latter and you put your hair into a loose braid. You don't do anything different with your makeup, just mascara, eyeliner, and a bit of lip gloss. Your phone buzzes on the bathroom counter and you put down your lip gloss to pick your phone up and read it.

Sammy: Hey, I'll pick you up in 5?

You: Sounds great

You grab a pair of chunky, white heels from your closet and you slip them on. You put your phone into a little white purse as you go downstairs into the living room to wait for Sam.

Soon, your living room is illuminated with his headlights and you walk out to his car with a grin. You go to sit in the passenger seat, but there you see Danny sitting there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Your face flashes red with anger but you open the door and slide into the backseat, begrudgingly.

"What the hell, Sam? You could've warned me that there would be an insufferable asshole joining us," you grumble as you cross your arms over your chest.

"You're not exactly tolerable either, princess," Danny replies with a growl.

"Okay ladies, calm down. You guys can handle a 10-minute car ride," Sam retorts as he looks at you and Danny with a stern look before pulling out of your driveway. He then suggests with a smirk, "wouldn't it be easier just to hook up and get rid of the sexual tension than argue all the time?"

You make a fake throwing-up sound as your face is dusted with a light flush at his proposal. "Never in a million years, Samuel."

"I second that, Sam that's disgusting," Danny says with a wince.

You roll your eyes at his comment, feeling a pang of annoyance shoot through you. Sam just shrugs as he continues driving. Thankfully, the car ride wasn't too unbearable, and you guys got to Josh's quicker than expected. The second Sam parks, you swing open your door as you walk up the driveway and you enter Josh's house. You're met with your favorite smell of him; patchouli with a hint a woodsy fragrance. You greet Josh with a smile and a huge hug. He leans into your embrace as he squeezes your shoulder.

"Hey mama, how've you been?" He asks you with a grin, leaving his arm lingering around you. Out of the group, you're definitely closest to Josh. You and him just clicked the second you met a few years ago and you've been best friends since.

"Oh y'know," you respond with a shrug. "Danny's a pain in my ass, Sam's.. well he's Sam, and I haven't talked to Jake in a while."

"Well luck is on your side, mama," he declares. "Jake's here.. somewhere and there should be enough people here soon that you won't have to see Danny at all."

"Thank the lord," you say with a huff. "You should point me in the direction of the alcohol," you add while wiggling your eyebrows.

Josh just chuckles before nodding to the kitchen. "It's all in there, help yourself."

You do exactly that. You walk into the kitchen and you find the nearest bottle of alcohol, which happened to be tequila, and a shot glass. You pour yourself a shot before grabbing another glass to pour one more. "Josh, come take one with me!" You call out to him, standing with two shots in hand. He enters the kitchen with a smirk.

"Fine, only if you're forcing me to." He takes one of the shot glasses out of your hand and you clink yours with his before throwing it back. You relish the way the alcohol burns your throat, enjoying the slight buzz you feel coursing through your veins already. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a bunch of people already trailing in, Sam and Danny being part of the bunch. You lock eyes with Danny but you watch his eyes leave yours as they trail down your body, slowly. You chew your lip as you feel your face get hot and you pour one more shot for you and Josh. After knocking the second one back, you try not to look in Danny's direction as you find other people to mingle with.

After having a full conversation with a stranger whose name you're sure you won't remember tomorrow, you watch as even more people flood in. You're bopping and weaving through the crowd, dying to find a familiar face. From the living room, you see Sam leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of liquor for a drink in the kitchen and you sigh in relief. You trail into the kitchen as you walk back into the familiar space.

"Just the person I wanted to see," you say with a small smile. "Any chance you can make me a drink too?"

Sam's head shoots up when he hears you. He smiles as he responds, "Y/N, I was wondering where you went. Yeah, of course, I can. Anything in particular you want?"

You shake your head. "Just something strong," you say adamantly while leaning against the counter next to him. You feel a certain pair of eyes on you but you ignore it. Furthermore, you ignore the flutter that grows in your stomach from the unexpected, but not unwelcome attention. Sam slides you a drink and you take it without a second thought. You take a sip before humming in approval.

"Damn, I didn't know you were such a bartender," you giggle as you take another sip. "What is this?"

"Why thank you," he replies smugly. "It's just a simple margarita. I saw you taking shots with Josh earlier so I assumed you at least tolerated tequila."

"You shouldn't usually assume but god. This is insanely good, thank you," you praise him carefully so as not to inflate his ever-growing ego.

He just shrugs with that cocky look still plastered onto his face. His gaze wanders towards the crowd before he elbows you softly. "You are aware that Danny has been staring at you since we got here, right?" He whispers into your ear.

You just roll your eyes before taking a bigger swig of your drink. "Whatever, I'm sick of him already and I've barely spoken to him tonight." Of course Danny was attractive, you'll give him that, but you couldn't stand him in general.

"Give the poor guy a chance, Y/N. By the looks of it, he looks as if he's about to come over and rip your dress off," he smirks before you jab him with your elbow and his expression turns to a wince.

"That's vile, inappropriate, and absolutely not gonna happen," you grumble before chugging the rest of your drink. "C'mon, let's go dance," you mutter as you grab his hand to drag him to the open living room, where there's loud music bleeding from the speakers. He just chuckles before grabbing your waist as you sway to the music. A few songs are able to play before Sam leans into your ear.

"I'm gonna go find something else to do before Daniel comes over here to rock my shit, good luck." You just groan as you watch Sam walk back to the kitchen, leaving you in the crowd of dancing people. You shake it off as you continue jumping and swaying to the music. You feel a pair of hands land on your hips from behind and you snap your head over your shoulder. You exhale softly when you see it's just Jake. You smile at him, as a way to say hi, since the music is too loud to try to have a conversation. He smiles back at you before copying your swaying movements, keeping his hands attached to you. Jake Kiszka has always been a natural flirt, whether or not he realizes it, so his actions don't surprise you one bit.

Suddenly, you feel him pull away from you too and you furrow your brows as you turn around to see what's wrong. The second you spin around, you're faced with Danny, whose expression is dripping with anger.

"What the hell," you mutter before you're getting pulled into a small hallway in the maze that is Josh's house. "Danny, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" You grit through your teeth.

"What do I think I'm doing?" He repeats your words, clenching his jaw. "You're out there rubbing yourself all over my friends like a fucking whore," he snarls out.

You feel the heat from yesterday simmering in your stomach again at his degrading words. You push that feeling to the side before responding to him. "Excuse me? Last time I checked, it's none of your business what I do with my body," you hiss.

He just lets out a breathy chuckle. "If you wanted to be fucked that bad, sweetheart, you could've asked."

Your face heats up tremendously as you hear the vulgar insinuation come out of his mouth. You feel a faint throbbing in your core. "I.. what- no," you stumble out in disbelief that he would ever say that to you.

"Deny it all you want, but based on your lips that are already parting, sweetheart," he coos while trailing his thumb over your bottom lip before continuing. "Your dilated pupils, and the fact that you're squeezing your thighs together so hard, you might just fall over," he leans into your ear as he whispers. "I think you're lying."

"What in the world has gotten into you?" You mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly. He isn't wrong though; without realizing it, your thighs were clamped together, unconsciously searching for friction.

He takes your chin in between his fingers. "I'm sick of you walking around like you're above everyone, I think someone needs to take you down a peg," he says, his voice extremely low.

You feel your breath hitch as he presses you against the wall in the hallway. "People can see us, y'know," you snarl.

He barks out a laugh before his hand grabs the beginning of your braid sitting at the nape of your neck. He grips your hair tightly as he tugs your head back so you're looking at him. "That's the part you're worried about?"

You let out a tiny whimper that you attempted to swallow down but failed. "Danny, what are you trying to do? Because if you're trying to get me into bed, this is not the way," you growl as you feel his grip tighten a bit.

He lets out a low groan at the sound of your whimper. "Shut up," he huffs before attaching his lips to yours. You're frozen in shock for a moment before cupping his face with both your hands to bring him in closer. He slots his knee between your thighs as he pins you firmly against the wall. You feel his tongue dart out to lick your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You groan into the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance for a short moment before he tugs your head back by your hair again.

"What happened to 'everybody can see us'?" He looks down at you with a smirk as he mocks you. You're already a panting mess and he's barely done anything.

"Fuck you," you grumble as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back into another heated kiss. He chuckles into the kiss, letting you take control for a moment before pulling away again.

"You'd like that right about now, wouldn't you? What if I just leave you here, panting like a bitch, waiting for someone to pay attention to her dripping cunt?" His crass words make your face flush again. The muted ache in your core became a needy throb you couldn't ignore. Your hips jerked forward and your clit rubbed perfectly against his knee. You felt your legs almost give out below you as your eyes fluttered shut. You hear him mutter a small "shit" before he lets go of your hair, grabs your hand, and pulls you into a random guest room.

He quickly shut the door and locked it behind you before forcing you against it and slamming his lips into yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he threw you around like a doll. He forced your head back by tangling his fingers into your hair once more before leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He found one specific spot that made your back arch away from the door and you felt him smirking as he continued the assault on said spot. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you let his name fall out of your mouth in small whispers.

"Shit, Y/N," he groaned into your neck. He let his hands roam all over your body before stopping at your hips to grip them in a possessive way. You bring his head up from your neck to lock your lips with his, admiring the familiarity that's growing in the foreign action. His lips move against yours desperately. You gasp into the kiss as you untangle your hand from his hair, opting to explore his upper half. You run your hands into his button-up shirt that only has two buttons keeping it closed, tracing small patterns on his soft skin before raking your nails down his chest. You feel him shutter before his tongue begs for permission back into your mouth. You gladly oblige as you whine into the open-mouthed kiss.

Your breathing becomes increasingly heavier but you refuse to lose contact. He gathers your lower lip between his teeth as he bites down before sucking it into his mouth to soothe it. Another whine escapes you and his grip on your hips grows tighter. He leads you backward and you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees before he throws you onto the white, silky sheets. Your legs involuntarily part and you see his eyes grow darker as he gazes down at you.

"I knew you were a slut. Look at you, legs wide open," he mutters as he kneels on the bed in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. He looks up at you for approval and you eagerly nod your head. He lets out a low chuckle before planting small kisses going up from your knee. He hikes your dress up so it sits above your hips as he continues kissing higher. You feel your breath staggering as he gets closer and closer to your throbbing center. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as you take it in between your teeth.

"You're soaking through your panties, sweetheart," he coos while running a finger over the dark red cotton covering your folds. Your hips jerk into his touch as a small moan falls from your lips. He looks up from your clothed cunt to ask for silent permission and you nod extremely eagerly. Normally, you'd be embarrassed by the speed at which you responded, but with the extreme throb in your core, you couldn't care less. He pulls your panties to the side before gazing at the slight glimmer of arousal leaking out of you. He finally slides two fingers through your folds gently. After a few swipes, his fingers land on your swollen clit, rubbing slow and soft circles into it.

Your back arches slightly as your jaw falls slack at his touch. "Shit," you sigh as your hands reach down to tangle your hands in his hair. You gaze down to see the obscene sight of him smirking with his hand wrapped around your thigh, before giving a small, chaste kiss to your throbbing bundle of nerves. You inhale sharply before biting down on your lip to stop any more noises from falling out.

Danny just shakes his head while his fingers trail through your folds again. "Nuh-uh, if you want to act like a needy bitch, dripping all over the sheets for me, you can let everyone out there hear how much of a whore you are," he grumbles out, his voice gravelly and full of lust.

"I hate you," you murmur before reaching one of your hands down to get the job done yourself. Danny's eyes darken before he grabs your wrists and pins them on either side of your hips.

"Don't even think about it. I'll give this pretty pussy what she needs, just be patient," he smirks. You just throw your head back with a grumble, staring at the ceiling, while waiting for him to do something. You can feel yourself leaking onto the sheets even more from how badly you need his touch, which was unusual considering you hated him. Before you can even second-guess your feelings, you feel his soft lips on your clit again, and you gasp. You can feel his hot tongue lapping through your core. His tongue continues his assault at your slick entrance before flicking back up to your clit. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud a few times before he sucks it into his mouth. You moan softly as you feel the muscles in your lower stomach already tightening and your hips thrust against his face.

You attempt to grab at his hair to pull him in closer but the restraint he has on your wrists stops you. He frees your clit before his tongue laps at it quickly. You feel hot blood running through your veins as pleasure courses through you. He lets go of one of your hands to tease your entrance with his middle finger. A small whimper falls through your lips as your free hand tangles itself in his hair. You can feel his nose bump against your clit before he flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your core. His middle and ring fingers enter you, and you let out a loud whine as he curls them, barely brushing the spot you need him in the most. You moan out, jerking your hips into him to try and chase that feeling again. He sneers maliciously and curls his fingers directly into that spot this time and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Fuck! Danny, do that again, please," you plead as your hips twitch and jerk forward. Danny just hums before taking your clit into his mouth, his teeth just barely grazing it as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A string of moans falls from your lips as you grip his hair harder, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm already. Danny can feel you clenching around his finger and he pulls both his hand and his mouth away from you.

"What the hell," you practically growl out. Danny just has a shit-eating grin on his face as his dark, hooded eyes meet yours.

"I'm sorry, did you need something?" He asks while taking a step back away from the bed. You sit up, chest heaving, your face littered with confused dispersed across your face. Your eyes trace down his body, landing on the prominent tent in his black, ripped jeans before trailing up to see his chest peaking through his multicolored button-up. His chest was decorated with a simple necklace chain with a black onyx crystal adorning it. Your senses are overwhelmed with him. The way he smells of sweet eucalyptus and mint drives you nuts as you can hear his soft pants leaving his mouth. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and you see them overridden with desire.

"I need you," you mumble, your face heating up as the words fall from your tongue.

His grins grows even wider. "Me? Why me? I thought you hated me, princess?"

Your eyes gaze down to see him unbuckling his belt and a heat flashes over your entire body. "I.." Your voice trails off as you're almost hypnotized by him sliding off his belt. He stops there and you give him a confused look.

"Answer the question, honey," he spurs you on.

"You're already here, might as well finish what you came here for," you huff as you tilt your head back against the pillow, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

"Well actually, I came here for a party so," he whispers, his voice comes out low from need.

"Don't be a dick, you know what I mean," you croak out, your legs parting ever so slightly more.

"Say it, pretty girl." He tilts your chin up with two fingers as his dark eyes lock onto yours. "Ask for what you really want."

You chew your lip, stuck between begging for more and stubbornly wanting to push his limits. You let out a small whine of displeasure as you see him take another step back, sliding his belt back into the loops of his pants.

"Danny, c'mon now," you squeak out after sitting up, squeezing your thighs together, trying to get any type of friction.

"You know what you're supposed to do, princess, beg for it," his voice is rough and thick as he instructs you.

You simply cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, not wanting to give in.

His eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before he runs his hand through his hair. He towers over you, his expression now softened from the initial lust that littered his face. "Say it or tell me not to go," his voice comes out low but somehow soft.

Your breath hitches at his threat to leave and your mind starts to come to, more rational thoughts beginning to surface. This was your supposed enemy, this guy was basically your best friend's brother, this was your co-worker.

Danny immediately sees the change in your demeanor and he sighs. He cups your face gently whilst nodding slightly. "I'll see you at work, yeah?" he says softly before fixing his shirt, smoothing it out before walking out of the room. He shuts the door without even looking back at you. You blink back surprised tears from the suddenness of it all.

What the actual fuck.

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covetyou · 1 year ago

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jack of all trades

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pairing: Whiskey x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: Circus AU, public sex, exhibitionism, unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), brief fingering, creampie, is it mild bondage if it's part of a circus act?, reader is wearing a dress, optional fluffy ending. word count: 4.5k summary: A trip to the circus goes awry thanks to your meddling not-quite-nephews and a handsome stranger in a cowboy hat. Just how did you come to be bent over this barrel anyway?

A/N: clown!Dieter spawned a P-boy circus AU, and now here we are. I am not sorry.

I have an ex called Jack, so parts of this were disgusting to me, fyi. that name is tainted. fluffy ending came and hit me in the face, these two seemed too into each other to leave it there. totally optional and you can ignore its existence if you want.

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Sticky fingers clasp around your wrist, dragging your arm into the air. Your sort-of-nephews had been up to mischief all evening. What they were raising your hand for, you don't know, so you roll your eyes and play along, waggling your fingers skyward just as a beam of light hits you directly in the face.

Shit.

"Well there now, pretty lady, why don't you come on down here."

Double shit.

The voice of the man you'd spent the past twenty minutes fixated on booms over the speakers. Your not-nephews are cackling, your best friend shooting an apologetic look over their scruffy heads as a beautiful woman covered in sequins prances up the stairs to retrieve you. Before you know it you're being hauled down the steep steps, slender fingers holding you tight.

She glides elegantly over the dust covered arena floor, dragging you behind. You stumble, kicking up dust as you're pulled to the middle of the ring and left face to face with the ringmaster.

He was even more enchanting up close. The whole place was, really, but he commanded the space, dominated it, his smooth voice amplified by a microphone hidden at his hairline. You hadn't been to many circuses - none, actually - but you were fairly sure the black cowboy hat that sat on his head wasn't typical headwear for a man with his job description.

He takes one glance at you, sizing you up, before turning to his captive audience with arms spread wide.

"Looks like we found ourselves a damsel," he announces to the crowd, strutting around the ring, the tools of his trade clattering on a belt slung loosely around his waist beneath his jacket. He'd been a distraction from high up in the stand, but up close he was all consuming. You were grateful for the coat tails covering his ass, restricting your view as his hips swayed with each step.

The sequinned woman is back, tossing the Ringmaster rope threaded with something shiny. The tendons in his broad hands flex as he grips the cord, pulling it firmly and holding it up to be viewed by the crowd. At some point she approaches you too, whispering in your ear. You nod along, unable to hear a thing over the blood rushing in your ears and the distracting thrum between your legs. Standing here shouldn't be doing this to you, least of all in front of so many people, but it is. Fuck, you need to get laid.

The music ramps up, a conversation with the crowd totally missed as you fixate on the man before you. There's a distant toot toot and the ringmaster is hurrying back over to you, skillfully unfurling the rope.

"Hold this, sugar," he tells you, voice echoing over the speakers as he hands you one end of the rope. He begins to wind it around you, his long strides making quick work of each rotation. Soon, the rope is spiralled around your torso, across your hips, and winds down your legs. He tucks one end loosely into the last spiral - a kick of your leg could have the whole thing unravelling in seconds if you wanted it to.

A finger on your chin snaps your eyes to his, his dazzling lopsided smile catching you off guard as chaos erupts around you, and he's turning, quickly pulling his lasso from his belt as a group of clowns rush into the ring, galloping around on hobby horses.

Between the brilliant white lights and the galloping clowns, you don't know what's going on. The crowd seem to love it, loud cheers erupting as the ringmaster starts to swing his lasso. With a skilled flick of his wrist, he throws it, capturing one of the clowns and yanking him to the ground. The clown hits the ground with a drum roll and a crash of cymbals, rolling around before he can scramble back to his feet. The ringmaster does it again, capturing another galloping clown with a well practiced throw, one that grumbles and frowns as he's reeled in.

Every minute of chaos and clowns is another minute of sweet agony for you, stood wrapped in golden rope as you keep your eyes locked on the ringmaster in the cowboy hat. His form is elegant, skilled hands knowing the rope of his lasso better than your own know your own body.

When most of the clowns, and their hobby horses, are on the ground, rolling around with fake groans, he reaches for his whip, fingers clasping tight around the leather wrapped handle as the length snakes to the ground.

A final swing of his arm, and the whip slices through the air. a sonic boom cracks at the end of it, silencing any music and drawing a gasp from your chest. The crowd is stunned, the clowns are still, and you are painfully, unbelievably, wet.

Amazing really, how one flick of the wrist could make the sticky situation between your thighs so much worse.

By the time the clowns have rounded themselves up and hobbled off clasping at themselves in mock agony, the ringmaster is approaching you, winking before bending down to tug at the rope nestled against your leg. You can't help the twitch in your hips, rocking forward toward his face just as he takes in a deep breath. He stills momentarily, cocking his head, before finally freeing the rope, and you, and raising to his full height before you.

If you weren't mortified already, you definitely are when his eyes flick from your own, down to between your legs, and back again with a quirk of his eyebrow and a knowing smirk. Shit. The shuffle of your feet definitely doesn't help matters. This can't go on, you decide, you really need to get laid.

Escorted back to your seat, you spend the rest of the show with your legs clamped together and your jaw tensed, watching as the ringmaster comes and goes, introducing act after act, until they're all taking their final bows. Your resolve is all but gone as you watch him strut out of the ring for the final time.

Traversing crowds of revellers back to the car park, you say your quick goodbyes to your friend, her sons getting irritable now that the sugar high has ended and bed time beckons. You'll see them soon, you promise, and you turn on your heel, disappearing into the crowd once more.

You don't make it to your car.

Instead, you make the trek back to the big top, circling it until you find the crew entrance. Costumed performers are coming and going, staff hauling boxes and costumes to and fro. You wait for an opening and take it, darting into the tent as quickly as you can.

No one pays you any mind, they seem to not care that you definitely do not belong back here as you glance all around, eyes wide like a child in a toy store, making your way deeper and deeper into the backstage tent.

And there he is. The ringmaster in the cowboy hat. All suave smiles and flirty quips as he props himself against a supporting post, one ankle crossed over the other as he leans. There's a group of girls in front of him, all much younger than he is and eating up his every word. It might be sickening if you weren't so jealous of them.

You loiter, waiting for them to leave, wondering how much time you'd have to talk to him as each minute ticks by. It's then that he spots you, eyes connecting with yours as you stand awkwardly in the shadow.

He makes a quick excuse, hurries quick goodbyes, brushes his lips across four sets of knuckles, and then turns on you, making short work of the distance between you.

You don't know it then, but he's been hard, achingly so, since watching you leave the ring and head back to your seat. Every time he'd stepped backstage he adjusted his pants, letting his erection wane a little, only to head back out to your incessant stare, beautiful eyes staring down at him doing nothing but mildly torture him and make him stiffen in his pants. Over and over. Now you were in front of him, a chance dangled before him, ripe for the picking.

He reaches for your hand with his much larger one, clasping it gently. "Rude of me not to properly introduce myself back there. Name's Jack."

You try his name on for size, rolling it around your mouth a little before giving him your own.

"Got a little exciting back there, huh," he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes taking a leisurely meander down your body.

"Uh, yeah," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. "Look, I'm sorry if that made anything awkward I -"

He cuts you off with a laugh. "Woah there, sugar, never said anything about it bein' awkward now. Of course, if you got all some kind of way over the clowns, that'd be a different story," he teases with a wink.

Your eyes widen at the mention of the clowns, and Jack laughs again, revelling in the way he could so easily bring you to stunned silence. You'd barely even looked at the clowns, hardly noticing they were there save for a blur of color as they circled you in the ring.

"So what was it that did it for you?" He questions, a twinkle in his eye. "The whip or the lasso? Or was it my devilishly handsome good looks?" He cocks you that lopsided grin and you roll your eyes.

"You're unbelievable. Do you do this to everyone you tie up out there?"

"Most of 'em don't sneak backstage to find me after the show." Well, fuck, he's got you there.

Your jaw flaps stupidly, uselessly, as your brain fails to connect with any words. "I was just... It was..."

"All of the above then," he laughs. You roll your eyes and bite back a smile - he's got you beat. There's no denying that everything about the man set you on fire, scorching you from the inside out.

"Really I just wanted to... thank you. For the great show. You were incredible. Thanks for picking me to be your damsel."

"Oh, I don't get to pick, sugar." The initial disappointment at finding out he didn't pick you fades quickly. "But I do always like when they pick the pretty ones. Gives me something nice to look at. Something good to think about later, after the show." He doesn't need to say it for you to know exactly what he's talking about.

You consider your next move for barely a second - you'd come to thank him, get his number and maybe askin him for a drink, but now is your chance for something more - before taking a step forward, sliding a hand up his jacket to feign brushing something from his lapel. "That's a shame."

"A shame?"

"A shame that you have to wait until later."

His face lights up, a grin tugging at his lips once more. You're fixated on his plushness of them, watching as they form around each word. "Oh, trust me sugar, I'm thinkin' all sorta things right now."

"Thinkin' and actin' are different things entirely, cowboy."

"Is that what you want," he whispers in your ear as he ghosts a hand down the side of your arm, letting it rest softly on your hip. "You want me to act on all these thoughts?"

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't."

His lips capture yours, hands pulling your hips flush with his while mouth moves against your own. There's no push and pull, no fight, just pure pressure of you both trying to sink yourselves into the one another. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, dipping in and tasting the honey sweet softness of his mouth.

You pay the crew no mind - with how the man flirts they've probably seen this before. You're just another in a long list of faces that have found themselves attached to his.

"Ain't got much time 'til the next show," he pants as you still try to lick into his mouth. "If you want what I think you want, we gotta be quick about it." You nod, moaning as his hands explore the plains of your body, massaging your hips one moment, drawing blunt nails down your back the next before bunching your dress against your ass in one large fist.

"You're god damn gorgeous," he whispers, grabbing you around the waist once again and pulling you toward him. He stumbles, moving out from the shadowy place you'd occupied by the tent wall. You expect a quick getaway to a trailer, or a secluded part of the backstage, but your ass quickly collides with something solid.

"Wha-" you say, looking around to the spot he's dragged you. It's more brightly lit than where you were standing before, more exposed. He has you pushed against a barrel, legs parted so he can slot between them.

"Privacy is a luxury of time, sugar, and we got neither. Just say the word and I'll stop."

Saying nothing, you grab his belt, the large buckle glinting in the lamp-light, and tug him toward you claiming his mouth once more. You can be sneaky like this, you think, he can slip inside you as you wrap your legs around him, your skirt covering most of you.

It seems Jack has other ideas.

He spins you around, pushing you firmly against the barrel, the stiffness in his tailored pants pushing against the swell of your ass. His hands snake around you, like the rope had earlier, and grope at the pillowy soft tissue of your chest. People are still milling around, walking past and setting up for the next show, paying you no mind as he fondles you. His face nuzzles into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. You're about to let your head lull back to his shoulder when his hands move from your breasts and push down on your shoulders.

"Oof."

The air is pushed from you with a huff as he bends you over the edge of the barrel, the rim biting into your belly as you hinge over it. He wastes no time in flipping up the edge of your skirt, bunching it at your waist and dragging his hands down over the globes of your ass.

"Think you're wet enough for me to stick it in?" he mumbles into your ear as he rubs at the damp crotch of your panties from behind. You moan into your arm. You'd been wet for most of the show, and he was about to find out.

Before you know it he's rounded on you and is pulling his cock out from his pants, giving you no time to answer. His cock stands stark and heavy, yet even as flushed and full as it is, it looks pale in contrast with the black of his pants and the bright red frame of his jacket. You salivate - wet definitely won't be a problem.

Someone runs past that moment, pulling you sharply you out of it. You're here, bent over a barrel with your dress flipped up, panty-clad ass on display, and cock hanging dangerously close to your face.

What the fuck are you doing.

A light tap on your cheek with the tip of his cock brings you back to him, a sticky drop of precum stringing between the two of you as he brings his cock closer to your lips.

You look up at him, his face shadowed by the brim of his hat.

"Don't pay them no mind, they seen it all," he says, swiping the side of his cock along the seam of your mouth. That's all the reassurance you need to stick out your tongue - the voice that told you you needed to get laid soon preening at the idea of it being here and now. The saliva that had been pooling in your mouth at the sight of it just moments ago works wonders, slicking up his length as he slides it across your tongue, drool seeping from your mouth and dripping down your tongue to fall in wet droplets to the dusty floor below. He teases his tip past your tongue, smiling fondly as you try to capture it in you mouth and suck him in with each swipe.

"That's it, get it wet. Give it some sugar, sugar."

You finally give in, grabbing his slicked length in your fist and pulling the tip into you mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue all around his ridge, tasting the precum your spit slicked tongue had already pulled from him. His head falls back as he groans, holding his hat to his head with his palm. You work over him, revelling in his moans as much as he'd revelled in the audiences applause, sliding your lips and hand up and down his cock.

"You're a wild one, ain't you?" he says, looking at you with the same awed expression you'd had plastered on your face during his performance. You suck on his tip one last time, releasing from your tingling lips with a soft pop.

"Uh-huh."

And his lips are back on yours, plundering your mouth, not minding that his own taste is on your tongue, a broad hand smoothing down your back to palm your ass once again. Your hand on his cock tugs, and he gasps into your mouth, a small needy thing that sends wetness trickling into your panties.

"Please," you whisper into his mouth. "Put it in me."

"Yes ma'am," he whispers, cursing as he steps behind you to tug down your panties.

He licks his fingers before swiping his spit slicked digits through your folds. Your hips twitch when they glide back and forth over your clit, before sinking into your pussy with ease. He removes them just as quick, rutting his slicked dick against your pussy instead.

"Damn, darlin', you're soaked."

The head of his spit slicked cock rubs through your glossy folds, teasing over your clit and dipping into your entrance.

"Think you can take it all in one, sugar? Ain't got much time to be wastin' here."

"Give it to me," you pant, pushing your hips back in a desperate attempt to find the tip of his cock again and draw it into you.

You don't need to wait long until he's pushing forward into you again, parting your slick walls with ease and burrowing deep into you. Maybe it had just been so damn long or maybe he was just so damn enchanting, but you never wanted this moment to stop. You're never leaving this god damn barrel. You want to take up home here and let him take root deep inside you.

You were a mess before he pushed into you, and now you're worse, sopping wet and creaming all over his cock as he slides in and out of you, his cock dragging against every ridge and bump inside of you with ease.

"Gonna make a mess of my pants, sugar. Costumin' ain't gonna be best pleased with me but, damn, if this pussy don't just feel too good to give up."

Tinkling organ music starts up as the next audience filters in to the main tent, you can hear the low hum of their voices, excited and eager for the upcoming show. You bite back a whine, the idea of him wearing your mess for an entire show, in front of that audience, too much to bear.

"Think you can come on my cock?" he whispers, draping his body over you as his fingers graze over your clit. The simple action already has you twitching, drenching his cock in yet more slick as he grinds slow and deep into you. You nod. Even with the crew around you, frantically rushing to reorganize props before the next show, you don't think you'll have a problem.

"That's it, gotta be quick now. Shit. You're nearly there already. Got your panties in such a twist you were ready to cream 'em."

You bite into your arm, moaning as his fingers quicken over your slick, engorged nub. His cock is dragging deep now, barely moving as he rocks his hips in the same slow rhythm.

A group of people begin hauling props to a side entrance ahead. You keep your eyes locked on them, their busy hands lifting and moving everything ready for the next performance. Jack's fingers are relentless, and you come undone with a silent scream around his cock, eyes still locked on the strangers in front of you. When your twitches fade, you fall limp against the barrel, Jack pressing a kiss to your neck now damp with your sweat.

"How about that, su-"

"Whiskey!" a voice shouts from nearby, and you jolt up, delirious and cock drunk, Jack's dick still lodged deep inside you. Shit.

Jack pulls back, uncovering you to the people around, people who had been drawn to look at you by the sudden noise. There had been no shame in it before, but now the horny haze was lifting, embarrassment was threatening you, heat flaring in your cheeks.

"Don't shy away from me now, sugar." It wasn't him that was the problem, it was the many people in the bustling backstage that were making you nervous. They paid you no mind before, but now the minutes were ticking down until showtime, they were all looking over, almost expectant, to see if and when their ringmaster would be finished.

"Got five minutes. Wrap this up," you look shyly over your shoulder at a tattoo'd man standing uncomfortably close. Jack keeps rocking into you, grinding deep and slow as he talks to the man.

"Just gonna empty my balls and I'll be right there," he says, so at ease he could have been talking about the weather. The tattoo'd man rolls his eyes, stepping away to start hauling out set pieces for the upcoming show.

"You gonna take it, sugar?"

You take one look at the tattoo'd man - he's still so near, he'd be able to hear everything. Swallowing, you look back at Jack and nod.

"Yeah. I want it."

"Then lemme hear those pretty sounds," and he picks up the pace, hips snapping into yours as you look around at him, eyes locked on him now that he was so ready to blow. Everyone else fizzles away, lost in the dust and low-light. The pounding in your ears and the pounding in your cunt in sync blurs out all other sound, the smell of him still so stark in your nose, even amongst the smell of dirt and cotton candy. A soft moan is all that escapes you, your breaths still ragged from your own orgasm as adrenalin races through you.

Pressure builds in you again. You won't, can't, come again so soon, but fuck if it doesn't feel so good. Large hands grip roughly at the meat of your ass, pulling you back onto him. With every bounce against his pelvis, you feel a deep moan bubbling to the surface until every thrust has a small shriek ripping from your lips.

"Ff- Jack. Oh, Jack."

"That's it. Gonna blow. You ready for it?"

"Yes, yes. Please," you pant, pushing your hips back to meet his every thrust, taking him in so deep you'll be feeling him in your bones for weeks. The harder he fucks, the louder the moans that tear from your throat, earning you looks that go unnoticed from the cast and crew that have gathered to start the show.

He stutters, his hips stilling for a second before shallowly thrusting into you. He lets out a deep groan, lowing soft and long as he releases inside you. You can feel it, the warmth of it seeping through you, drenching your pussy until it's sopping wet.

"Well if I couldn't just get lost in there for days," he murmurs, looking at you with a soft crinkle eyed smile. He bends to kiss you, his cock slipping from you as it quickly softens.

Pulling a handkerchief from an inside pocket, he wipes at the front of his pants, removing as much of your residue from him as he can as you stand, hoisting your panties back up around your hips and flipping down your dress.

"Look even more gorgeous fucked out, sugar. I'll be sad to see this pretty face go." He pulls you in to kiss you, lingering for a fraction before pulling back.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," you say softly, stroking the side of his face and smoothing down a flick in his moustache. His hat has not left his head.

"N - "

"It's showtime people, place please," a voice booms, hands clapping together harshly to get the attention of the crew. Shit.

You don't hide your disappointment, stepping away from Jack to let him get back to work. His whip and lasso are nowhere to be seen, and he still needs to grab them before the show starts. The moment is over, and so is your dry spell, you think, mentally preparing for the walk back to your car.

He's softly tugging you toward him before you can get too far.

"Now... I don't do private shows, but if you stick around, I wouldn't mind a repeat performance."

You can't help the grin that spreads across your face, and neither can he. "I'd like that, cowboy."

You wait, sitting on the barrel he'd fucked you over, stealing kisses between acts, watching as he adjust his pants to hide his stiff cock from the crowd, waiting patiently for another round with your ringmaster.

One day in the not too distant future, after months of travelling, belly heavy and feet swollen, you'll sit at a table laden with food, surrounded by your chosen family, telling the story of how your not-quite-nephews inadvertantly introduced you to the love of your life, the ringmaster in the cowboy hat.

When dinner is finished, you'll stand in the crisp air of the backyard, grateful for the off-season and a chance to settle before the chaos really begins. Large hands will wind around you, just as that rope did many moons ago, gently lifting your belly as a kiss is placed to your cheek.

"You didn't tell 'em the whole story," he'll whisper, placing his cowboy hat on the table.

"Mm, that is a story best kept just between you and me."

"And a few dozen people." You'll laugh into the chill air, clouds of white puffing from your mouth, the memory of the night that started it all so fresh in your mind. You'll turn and look at him fondly, stealing his cowboy hat and placing it on your own head.

"And a few dozen people."

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peachy-dove · 1 year ago

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LA!Buggy x Fem!Chubby! Reader x LA! Alvida Headcanons/Drabble

CW:MDNI 18+!!!! Oral (female receiving),teasing, sub! Buggy, Dom! Reader and Alvida, Scissoring, spit, vaginal penetration, cowgirl, face sitting, fingering, barely proof read

A/N: I've been thinking of a buggy and Alvida threesome for so long but Alvida’s Actress is sooo fine bruh, I had to write this because Buggy deserves two plus size baddies bouncing on his lap!! I practically wrote a fic but in headcanon form but this way helps my brain figure out what I wrote. Just think about buggy and his two chubby girlfriends who never fail to make him feel loved and his dick hard!

NSFW BEOW THE CUT!!

→ Imagine Buggy tied down to a chair nearby watching his too pretty girls playing with each other, putting on a show for him to enjoy

→ His cock hard and throbbing as you suck and lick at Alvida’s slick fat pussy and playing with your own, as you’re bent over full cunt on display as you moan and plunge your fingers in deeper and faster.

→ “come on, dolls! Won’t you let your favorite clown come play too?” he says in a light whimper, the restriction of his pants becoming unbearable, all he wanted to do was fuck you fro behind as you ate out Alvida, her plump thighs wrapped around your head

→ you pull back from her cunt and kiss her deeply as your tongues sloppily kiss, the room hot with passion and lust as the two of you drown out buggy’s pleas for release.

→ You both switch positions and Alvida gets on top of you, rubbing her puffy cute cunt on yours, the wet sounds of pleasure echoing off the rooms walls as she grinds down onto you.

→ “Please vida baby~ fuck me!” you cry out as she leans down to lick and suck on your neck claiming you as hers. She runs her tongue up your neck and moans as well.

→ “open your fucking mouth~” she growls out at you placing her thumb on your bottom lip and forcing your mouth open wider, she spit on your tongue and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

→ Buggy was in heaven as he watched her spit in your mouth, both of your pussies making beautiful music together, your chubby tummy and tits pressed together as you both practically eye-fuck each other completely ignoring him the sight was intoxicating

→ You start to grind faster against her bedding in closer to suck on her nipple as she throws her head back moaning your name

→ the climax you two shared made you both starstruck gushing all over the sheets and each other finally sharing a loving kiss before you get up and walk over to buggy

→ “mmm~ i think it’s time we let our cute jester have a turn hmm my dear?” you say running your finger down his chest

→”finally! I was dying of blue balls over here!”

“Shut it clown!” Alvida says as she walks over to him and helps you untie him, “I think I like you better quiet, we’ll find a better way to use that mouth of yours~”

→ as they strip him down they push him onto the bed, your plump thighs and hips plopping down on him as he grabs onto your fluffy tummy

→ you start to move you pussy along his dick wetting him up for you and making him groan out trying to buck hips hips into you

→ “holy fuck- just put me inside babe! I’m aching for your fucking pussy right now!” Buggy moans out his makeup running down his face

→he quickly gets shut up by Alvida sitting her plump ass on his face, pussy silencing him as she moans while he licks a stripe from her hole to clit suckingling on it as you finally put his cock inside you and ride him nice and hard

→ Alvida moans places her hands on your hip and kisses you gently pulling you closer to her as Buggy ate her out from below

→ You bounce and moan into her mouth as you both hold onto each other, Buggy’s cock filling you out and bullying your cervix

→ Buggy wraps his arms around Alvida’s thighs and eats her like a starved man, her juicy pussy dripping down his mouth as he tongue fucks her, feeling her walls start to clench around his tongue and your bounces making him lose his mind as he feels your ass clapping down on him he wasn’t going to last much longer

→ “that’s it fuck me good baby boy” She says as she grows quicker to her orgasm . Her breath quickens and she clenches her thighs around his face squirting as he moans into her fat cunt.

→ She climbs off of his face and kiss his softly “told you i’d find a use for that tongue~” she says as she moves behind you and rubs your clit “go ahead and cum for me baby”

→ you start to ride Buggy harder and faster, your thighs jiggling as he grabs your plush tummy and fucks you from below, the pleasure overwhelming you as you hold on tightly to alvida’s arms

→ “F-FUCK!” You yell out as you finally cum around Buggy’s thick cock, your gummy walls squeezing him rapidly his dick soaked in your juices

→ He couldn’t take it anymore and his cum flooded your pussy, filling you up to the brim as it leaves a white ring around his dick as he rides out both of your orgasms.

→ You slowly pull away from him as alvida helps you lay down on the right of buggy and she lys down on the left, reaching over his chest to take your hand and kiss it

→ She wraps her thigh up onto buggy as you curl in on him as well, she kisses his cheek as he catches his breath

→ “Well we definitely need to do THAT again” he laughs as he holds you both in his arms, he is more comfortable than he has been in years and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece smut #buggy x reader #op alvida #op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy <3 #alvida <3 #iron mace alvida #alvida x reader #iron mace alvida x reader #x chubby reader #one piece x chubby reader #one piece headcanons #peachh works💗🍑

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schlattsdoll · 1 year ago

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smut prompt 2.

doin a (cooking?) stream with j and all the otk people wtvs and you atart grinding on him subtly when he comes up behind u (ur half bent over a counter or summat and he pushes his hips into urs) n then js get more frequent once he sits down somewhere n u sit on his lap still in frame

he makes u move after cuz big guy can't controll himself and then later on u both end up stood up in frame and u literally grap his dick through his sweats and squeeze it like a clown nose xxx

very vivid I had this dream the other day so x

erm new here too 🍓 anon if possible

love ur writing bbs xx

hi lovie!! ofc <3

what's cookin' good lookin'?- jschlatt

minors dni

pairing: jschlatt x fem/afab! reader

prompt : “stop before someone sees!”

i made this a chuckle sandwich stream since i haven't binged otk yet <3

streaming with schlatt was always a fun time, but add ted and charlie to the mix? pure chaos. the four of you decided to have a baking contest, including decorating. schlatt took a big glob of batter on his finger and went to swipe it down your nose. “i will full name you right now don’t you fucking dare schlatt!” he didn’t listen to you, smearing chocolate down your nose.

he laughed while licking off his finger and kissing your now covered nose. ted handed you a paper towel to clean up the rest and went back to his and charlie’s batch.

as you bent over the counter to throw away the paper towel, schlatt came up behind you and grabbed your hips and grinded against you quickly. that was just the start of his incessant teasing, he’d do that, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and worst of all he would grab your ass randomly. “jay, stop before someone sees!”

as the cakes went into the oven, the stream moved into the living room. you got pulled onto your boyfriend’s lap and were welcomed with a kiss. it was usually easy for you to get comfy on his large thighs but today it was a problem. you wiggled around in his lap, desperately trying to get in a comfortable position, but little did you know what you were doing to him. “gettin’ revenge on me now are ya doll?” he groaned lowly in your ear. you didn’t realize what he meant at first until you felt something like your behind. “maybe i was, or maybe i was just trying to get comfy.” a small bonus to your troubles. “if you don’t stop moving i will take you in the bathroom right fuckin’ now doll. either move or settle down.”

a hour or so passes and the cakes have finished baking and cooling, causing the set up to move back to the kitchen. as you and jay stand up, you grab his dick quickly squeezing it, barley even a second and it leaves him in shock, running to hide behind the counter in his gray sweats.

you finish decorating the cakes and chat voted you schlatt as the winners. “thank you guys so much for watching! stay tuned for more content with these clowns coming up soon bye!”

schlatt grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bathroom and pinned you against the door.

“now, be quiet my little dolly, and i’ll let you cum as many times as i want.”

#🍓 anon #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #mcyt x reader #chuckle sandwich imagine

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 7 months ago

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Psycho killer

Warnings: gn!reader, readers bits and pieces aren't mentioned, smut, anal, dick sucking, reader role plays a victim ig?,Art uses ASL to communicate

An: I dk what this is I'm just.....idk but hers some Art content?

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"You wanna play psycho killer?" Was all you had to say to get Art all riled up and next thing you know...

You ended up in a dark room hands tied behind your back and naked, the only other living being in the room being a tall monochromatic clown with a huge grin showing off his nasty black and yellow teeth, the clown gave you a excited wave but remained completely silent.

"Ahhh fuck me" you said dramatically, "I'm gonna die"

You were then dragged over to a table by your feet, lifted onto it, your ass facing the clown. Your mind raced through every possible scenario that could be happening, rape? Torture? Murder? You didn't know what this man had in store for you, but you knew it couldn't be good. Suddenly the clown walked towards you and ripped your hair back hard, making you yelp in pain, he silently laughed like mine would at your reaction, then he slowly lowered himself between your legs, looking up at you he began licking you from the bottom of your thighs up to your pussy lips. As the clown licked you he stuck his tongue inside your slit and sucked on your clit like a lollipop, this sent shockwaves through your body causing you to squirm against your restraints. The clown continued to lick you until you were dripping wet, he then stood up and took off his pants revealing a massive cock, he looked at it proudly before stroking his hard long cock and sticking it in your face, you tried to turn away but the clown pushed your head forward and shoved his cock in your mouth. You choked slightly on his shaft as he began fucking your throat, moving deeper and deeper into your throat until he reached your tonsils, he then started pumping in and out of your mouth forcing you to take him deeper than any cock has been able to go before. After a few minutes of deepthroating the clown pulled his dick out of your throat , leaving you gasping for air, he then slapped you across the face and grabbed your head again pushing it back down on his cock forcing you to take him all the way down your throat again. He fucked your throat for another minute before pulling out again.

He then turned you over so you were on your knees, he bent down and pulled apart your ass cheeks, exposing your tight asshole. He spat on it before rubbing the spit all over your ass, he then pressed the tip of his cock against it. And without warning he rammed his cock straight into your ass without any lube or preparation, causing you to cry out in pain. The clown just silently laughed at your pain. He began thrusting faster and harder, filling your ass with his cock each time he thrusted, making you feel fuller than ever before.

He kept fucking your ass until he finally came, shooting his load deep inside you, leaving them filled with his thick white cum. He then pulled out and left you laying there covered in sweat and cum. He walked over to the wall leaning against it and pointed at you laughing silently at your state.

Art signed "Wanna play again sometime?"

#art the clown x reader #terrifier 2016 #art the clown x you

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pinejayy · 1 year ago

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╰┈➤ Baby Clown || Buggy the Clown x F!Pirate Reader

summary: after suffering a defeat from luffy, buggy was thrown across the place and got stranded on islands. he’s been trying to pick himself up but bad things keep coming one from another, until he came across you.

warnings: maybe like one curse word, buggy being a little brat, slapping, reader is basically treating buggy more of a baby/pet rather than a person.

“GUM GUN BAZOOKA!”

The was the last thing Buggy heard after being throw across the town and sky. He hated how he was defeated by that rubber boy. He was humiliated! Buggy couldn’t wait until the day he gets his full body back and makes him pay!

But it was been days since he’s been stranded on this god forbidden islands!! First he was chased by piranhas, then some stupid bird thing tried eating him which he was spit out quite quickly. And now he was stuck on some island with these weird ass animals. But being on that island wasn’t so bad, he made a new friend and he even tried recruited his new friend to be apart of his crew but he denied his offer which made him kinda upset. But on the bright side for Buggy was that his new friend helped him build a raft. And the second Buggy started to sail off but trouble was after him once again.

A huge sea monster was attack his little raft, Buggy thought he was a goner.

“OH COME ON! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! AHHH.” He yelled out, trying his best to get away. As the monster raised its claw ready to attack, it was shot in the head. And Buggy was covering his eyes ready to die but was shocked when he opened his eyes and to see the monster was dead. And then he saw a ship, and on that ship he saw a very attractive Female.

“She’s hot!” He thought to himself. “I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of her to myself.” He giggled to himself.

As you look at the odd small thing, you couldn’t help but walk towards the the end of your ship and look down at him as he held on for dear life on the broken raft. “AW! LOOK AT HOW TINY YOU ARE, HOW ADORABLE!”

“HEY! DON’T CALL ME ADORABLE!” He yelled out, and he held on the raft. “YOU CAN’T CALL BUGGY THE CLOWN CUTE! NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND GET ME ON YOUR SHIP!”

You look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Buggy the Clown? Hmm nope! Never heard of you.” You say. Looking at him, a smirk spread across your face. “Oh right! You’re the freak with the huge red nose!” You laugh out, and your comment made Buggy’s face turn red.

“HEY! SHUT UP, MY NOSE ISN’T WERID!! NOW GET ME ON YOUR BOAT YOU VILE WOMAN!” As he yelled at you, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hmm, you’re cute big nose. Fine. Hold onto this.” You say and throw a boat float on the water and began pulling him up with the rope that was attached to it.

Once Buggy was on the boat, he began kissing the floor. “Oh sweet ground!!” He said to himself, and he immediately stopped himself and looked at you. He couldn’t help but blush slightly. You looked hotter up close.

You bent down to height and grab him, holding him up. “Aw look at you! I might you keep you as a pet!” You chirp out, giggling and making kissing sounds. “Aw! Do you want that cutie!”

He struggled against your hold and snarled at your comment. And all of the sudden he detached his hand and slapped you across the face. “YOU VILE WOMAN! UNHAND ME AT THIS MOM-” He began yelling, but was dropped face first to the floor. “Ugh! Right on my nose.” He groaned, rubbing his nose.

“Ah! You’re a devil fruit user, I just thought you were a freak.” You laugh out, rubbing your face. “Hm. Are you hungry?” You cooed out. “You must be hungry little one.”

“Stop treating me like a baby!” He snapped and all of the sudden you picked him up again and started to rock him back and forth. And he began to struggle but he didn’t notice how close his face was to your chest, and he began blushing. “Fine…” He grumbled out.

You smile and held him close, and began walking to your kitchen and placed him on the table. “You wait here. I’ll make you something.” You and with that you began making him food. And Buggy watched you cook, he couldn’t but grumble to himself.

And after awhile of watching you cook, you set a plate of food down in front of him. “There you go, eat up my little Clown.” You tease out. Buggy looked at the food and he began to eat the food. You sat down on a chair and watched him eat. “So. Buggy right? What happened to you?”

“Why do you care woman?” He snapped back, talking with a mouth full of food. And you giggled as you watch him. “Aw come on Clown.”

“Ugh fine! This rubber guy defeated me…and I lost my crew! So I need to find them…” He said and looked down. And he ate in silence. “Can I have something to drink!” He snapped back, looking at you. “And what’s your deal? Why do you have this boat?”

You nodded and grabbed him a bottle of booze. “Here.” You say and hand him the bottle, sitting down once again and you smile. “Well I’m the captain of this ship, I’m just some greedy lady who wants treasure and nice things.”

And he took the bottle quickly, and began chugging the booze. And after awhile he finished eating and drinking and he looked at you. “Thank you… and a captain? You sure don’t look like one! Unlike me!”

“Hmm then why are you baby size? Hmm?” You say, and he narrowed his eyes. “Shut up..”

Making you smile and you picked him up again and held him like a baby, you placed his head on your shoulder and began patting his back. And he couldn’t help but blush as you did so. “Stop treating me like some kind of baby! I’m a captain for crying out loud!”

“Shh someone is cranky.” You tease him and held him like a baby, rocking him back and fourth. “Shh I think it’s bed time.” You say and walk out of the kitchen and into your private room. And when you walked in your room you keep rocking him back and fourth.

Buggy was throwing a tantrum, but oddly enough you rocking him back and fourth felt somewhat comforting. And especially with a full stomach of food. His eyes began to feel heavy, you place him down on your bed. “You rest up my little clown.”

And he just laid there “Just wait until I get my body back…you’ll pay. You’ll pay for treating me like this..” He mumbled out, yawning.

“Yeah whatever you say ‘Captain’. ”

And with that you began making your way to the door, until he spoke up again. “Where are you going?”

“Oh you know. I have some captain duties and unlike you I won’t lose my body in the process.” You giggle out and with that you walk out of the room leaving him alone on the bed.

Buggy laid there feeling sleepy. “Stupid bitch…she’ll pay for treating me like this..” He thought to himself. And slowly his mind began to drift off. “She’s lucky she’s hot or I would have killed her..”

#one piece #op #opla #buggy the clown #buggy #x reader #reader instert

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shadowqueenjude · 6 months ago

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More Rhysta because @praetorqueenreyna ‘s grandma did me a personal wrong so I have to send her to the fields of punishment (pls this is a joke before people get triggered)

Nesta was lounging in her chair, reading a book, when Rhysand strolled into the library wearing his usual black tunic, this time paired with a top hat so ridiculous Nesta blinked.

“You’re wearing a hat,” Nesta said incredulously. Rhysand tipped that hat at her, and Nesta barely repressed the urge to snort. “Do you like it?”

“It looks terrible, actually,” Nesta said. Rhysand immediately tossed the hat off of his head and bowed deeply to her. “Lady Nesta. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” Nesta asked suspiciously. Rhysand was acting rather…shifty. He was bobbing from one foot to the other, he was speaking oddly formally, and he’d worn a hat that made him look like one of those circus clowns Nesta had seen back when her family still had money.

“I drank a wee bit too much at the bar, I think,” Rhysand muttered, a slightly hysterical giggle bubbling from his mouth. “It has put me… HIC! in a silly mood.”

Nesta pinched her nose. Now she had to babysit a 500+ year old High Lord who weighed far more than she ever wished to lift in her life. “Alright, you drunkard, let’s get you to bed.”

“Not yet!” Rhysand shouted urgently, retrieving the hat. As he moved, Nesta got a waft of the alcohol stench radiating from him and scrunched up her nose.

Nesta stood there waiting, crossing her arms. Rhysand got on one knee, whipping out a box from his pocket in a flourish. “Nesta Archeron, will you marry me?”

Nesta blinked. “What in the actual fuck?”

Rhysand’s violet eyes looked wounded, and his face morphed into that of a sad puppy’s. Nesta never thought she’d feel sorry for the bastard, but there he was, looking as pitiful as she’d ever seen him. “Is that a no?”

Nesta stared at Rhysand incredulously. “I thought you were in love with my sister. Feyre.”

Rhysand blinked. Then he bent over and gaffawed. “Feyre! OH HAHAHAHAHAHA! No. No no no. It’s you I can’t stop thinking about. Every time you tell me what an asshole I am-“

The most arrogant High Lord of all time had a degradation kink? Interesting. Nesta tucked the information away for later.

“-I fall more in love. No one has questioned me my whole life! I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. But you…you see right through me.”

For a drunken confession, Rhysand wasn’t doing half bad. Nesta almost found herself convinced by his words before she remembered he was a masterful liar. “Yes. Yes I do.”

“You are my equal in every way, my High Lady. Marry me, Nesta Archeron, and spare my troubled heart.”

It was likely that Rhysand wouldn’t remember a lick of this in the morning, so Nesta decided to have some fun. “Alright, fine. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Rhysand leapt up and squealed, planting a big sloppy kiss on Nesta’s lips. “This is the happiest day of my life!”

Nesta watched Rhysand dance around like an idiot, laughing her ass off. Oh, she would never let Rhysand live this down.

#nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron #rhysand #rhysta #fanfic #also ty for ur silly art that inspired this blorbo

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candiid-caniine · 1 year ago

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gender euphoria

[cw: this is NOT a detrans/misgendering kink post, but tries to subvert some of those tropes, so please treat it with caution!]

sissy kink blogs DNI

outside the bedroom, i demand respect. i own my pronouns, talk openly about genderqueerness, and flaunt androgyny.

but inside the bedroom...my relationship with gender changes. i'm transsexual in the sense that power dynamics in my sexual relationships directly influence my gender(s). what do i mean by this? i mean i want you to treat my non-conformity as a blank slate on which to project your preferred gender.

i am an "it," first and foremost. but i can be a "she," a "they," or a "he" if so inclined. i can be your butch, your femme, your fag, your twink, your femboy, whatever you want me to be.

and i'll resist. that's part of the fun of it: in day-to-day life, i'm most comfortable as an occasionally femme-leaning androgyne. that makes it fun to push back, easy to feel vulnerable, uncomfortable, and a little self-conscious (though not dysphoric) in a different presentation.

i take any pronouns, after all. so butches who love femmes, goad me into skirts, lacy lingerie, makeup, stockings, heels. watch me falter and cling to your side when we go out, feeling like i'm being stared at, unaccustomed to the kind of attention high-femmes usually get. make me show off my cleavage. call me "she" exclusively without switching. call me a good girl, call me a princess, make me suck your cock like a good little wife. force me to grow my hair out for you, yes, the undercut, too, and watch me get fussy and flustered at the unwelcome sensory input of it touching my neck. get me long acrylics, watch me fumble at everything requiring the use of my fingers; step in to help, coo over your clumsy girl - it's basically like mitting a puppy, isn't it?

if you prefer masc partners, get me a binder. watch me squirm at the compression. get me on a workout regimen to bulk up, even; spend a lot of time proving to me that no matter how fit i get, you'll always overpower me. no more cutesy hair clips, no more high-waisted jeans, or skirts, or femme-ish jewelry: make me your boyfriend. coach me into talking in a lower register. order T for me off the dark web, admire my stubble and my bottom growth. if you top, fuck me in the ass exclusively. if you bottom, get me the strap that best reflects your preferences. i'd even get top surgery, as long as you're paying~

or mix the two. make me your femboy. get me a packer, but also dresses. nitpick me over the right mix of boy-as-girly, watch me get more and more desperate to please your expectations, until at last i'm just surrendering my wardrobe to you, losing confidence in my ability to dress "properly." call me a good boy, your pretty little prince. i'm even okay with the gentle kind of goading, the presentation-shaming, calling me soft, saying i'm not dressing like a real man, if that's what you want.

or just lean in fully to the genderless thing that i want to be in the bedroom, but make it be all the time. what does an "it/its" look like? when your gender is pet, how do you present in public? well, that's up to you. maybe it's the most revealing clothes you can find, or simply the most embarrassing: underwear and pants that are a bit too small, riding up my ass and cunt constantly. shirts with slogans like "young, dumb, and full of cum" or "clown school graduate." anything that makes other people think i'm ditzy, impressionable, and silly, or don't know my own wardrobe sizes. collars, 24/7, are, of course, mandatory. maybe cuffs, too.

the whole time, watch me be unsure as my androgyny is picked apart, more and more of my core gender identity bent to your whims. watch me automatically start to seek your approval on any piece of clothing or jewelry i own. i'll start letting you speak to the hairdresser at salons, giving up any autonomy i have over my own hairstyle. you could take me to a piercer or a plastic surgeon or a tattoo artist, tell them what you want me to look like, and i'll sign the consent forms. treat my lack of gendered presentation as a clean slate, free for you to write your mark all over. make me your creature. as if i wasn't already.

#t4t nsft #t4t sub #tw: genderplay #gender play #h/d #only barks

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @itzjustalexxx

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now."

warnings: Pennywise the clown, swearing

Ace and I walked through the streets of derry, glad to be on our own for once. I held tight to his arm as the streets became more and more crowded. It seemed like everyone was headed to the carnival.

“Did we have to drive almost two hours to get to this carnival?” I asked ace. There was something off about the whole town and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “All because of some dumb beaver thing?” Ace laughed.

“It’s not just some beaver thing. Richie invited us remember?” Ace said. I rolled my eyes.

“Tozier clearly forgot that he was trying to get rid of his home town roots.” I complained. Ace gave me a look and I sighed. “He’s the grand marshal I know. But I mean…” I waved my hand at everything around us. “Come on ace.”

“I know.” He sighed. “But to tozier is our friend and if it weren’t for him, we probably would have rotted in castle rock. So let’s just enjoy tonight and get the hell out of dodge tomorrow.” I nodded and inched closer to him as we approached the stage Richie would be starting everything on.

“there’s something incredibly off about this town.” I whispered as I noticed missing posters and several booths that had a massive police presence. “I don’t like it. I thought castle rock was bad. I thought Shawshank was bad. This is worse.” Ace nodded.

“I feel like I’m being watched. And not like oh there’s a cop on the street corner making sure I don’t steal that car. Like someone is waiting for the perfect moment to strike.” Ace whispered, eyeing the crowd.

“but when you turn around there is no one there.” I finished. “Derry is a fucked up place from what Richie has said. Superstitions and disappearances and all that crap.”

“and have you seen all the shit with the clown? What’s with that? No one seems to acknowledge it but they all seem freaked out by it.” Ace shuddered. I stifled a laugh at him. “Oh come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now. Especially if what Richie said about his childhood is true.” I nodded and froze. I tugged on aces arm.

“ace, you seeing that clown?” I asked as the clowns grin grew. Ace nodded next to me, gulping and backing away. “We need to find Richie. Now.” I said before turning and running, ace holding tight to my hand and trying to keep up with me. I looked over my shoulder and my eyes widened when I couldn’t find the clown behind me. “Call Richie. Call him ace. Find out what the fuck he dragged us into.”

“like I could get my phone out right now.” Ace yelled as we turned a corner and raced towards the hotel we were staying at. “Maybe he’s in his room. Oh fuck!” The clown appeared out of no where and ace skidded to a halt, helping me stop as well.

“so you’re Richie’s new friends.” The clown said, eyes flashing between blue and yellow. “He left all his old ones here. Left them here to float. And you’ll float too, when I’m done.” I bent down to grab a rock, thinking if I could hit this clown in the head at least ace would be able to get away and I could beat his ass.

“yeah? Well guess what fuckface?” I said as I let go of aces hand. I jerked my head to the side to tell ace to run and despite the look of horror on his face, he nodded. “I have one thing to say to you.” Ace started to move behind me, trying to keep the clown in his sights but also keep me as safe as possible. “Yippee ki-ya mother…” I drooped as three bright lights overtook my vision. I felt like I was floating, being dragged towards the clown. Something tugged me back and the lights went out. “What the fuck?” I gasped as I looked up, seeing ace and Richie standing side by side with a baseball bat and a gun.

“we got you last time asshole. We’ll get you again.” Richie yelled. “You’re just a clown. And no one wants to be friends with the clown.” The clown screamed and backed away. Ace looked over at Richie before looking back at me. Extending a hand back, he helped me up. “Your dead lights don’t work no more asshole.” Staring at Richie, I caught on to what he was doing.

“you think that scared me you freak?” I yelled at the stop of my lungs. “You creep. You’re a fucked up loser. No one wants to be friends with you. No one wants to willingly be your dinner.” Ace stared at me as he held the baseball bat tightly. I moved next to Richie and stared the clown down. Ace tried to get in front of me but I put a hand on his arm to stop it. “You sleep for 27 years like an asshole who still lives in his mom’s basement, arguing with ten year olds on some punk ass video game as if you’re tough shit but you’re not.” Richie nodded and smirked, leveling the gun at the clowns head. I couldn’t tell if it was an optical illusion or not but the clown seemed to be shrinking.

“you washed up, two bit hack.” Richie yelled. “You thought it would take six of us to defeat you again? Nah. You’re so damn weak it only takes two!” The clown had shrunk so small and it was holding what looked like his heart in his hand. I gulped and watched as Richie fired off a shot. “And stay dead motherfucker. It’ll only take me next time.” The clown turned to dust and I nearly collapsed between the two men. “What the fuck was that Richie?” I asked. Richie hid the gun in the waistband of his pants and smiled at me.

“that was Pennywise. The clown I’ve told you about.” He shrugged. “I hope we finally killed him this time.” Richie spared a look over his shoulder at the remains of the clown. “Least we didn’t have to go to that abandoned house this time.” I shared a look with ace.

“And that…weird light…that had (Y/N) floating?” Ace asked. “What the fuck was that?”

“so I was floating.” I muttered. Ace nodded.

“dead lights. They hold the victim in a trance. Makes it easier for it to feed.” Richie said, rubbing my arm. “You alright? I’ve been caught in those. Not very fun.” I nodded.

“yeah I’m alright. Who got me down?” I asked. Richie smiled.

“Richie distracted the clown. I caught you.” Ace said softly. “You freaked me the fuck out.” I hugged ace and buried my head in his shoulder.

“It freaked me the fuck out.” I responded. “Is that why you asked us here Richie? To help you with that?” Richie shook his head.

“no. I didn’t know it was here til I flew in yesterday. But I’m glad for your help.” Richie admitted. We stood there for a while before Richie walked over and kicked away the remains of the clown. “Come on. Let’s do this carnival and then get the fuck out of dodge.” Ace and I nodded before following Richie back towards the carnival for Richie’s gig.

#ace merrill imagine #ace merrill fanfiction #ace merrill fanfic #ace merrill x reader #ace merrill #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #Kiefer Sutherland x reader

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bellysoupset · 1 year ago

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bella would be lovely! maybe the sickie eats a bunch of colorful stuff and the sick is multi-colored. it would be a fun little detail to throw in. thanks for listening!

- 🎪

It's been a long time coming, I'm sorry!

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Lucas smiled, watching Bella jump up and down like a little kid, the excited joy almost alien in her normally nonchalant personality.

The itinerary amusement park was in town, a surprising thing in itself, because no itinerant park ever stopped by their small college oriented town. Bella had been talking about it non stop, apparently all three of her co-workers had already visited.

The park had a clown motif on everything. Lucas didn't like clowns, so he made a face at the painted characters on every attraction, while Bella looked more and more pleased. She loved clowns, maybe because they were creepy.

"What do you wanna do first?" He asked, hand in hand with her.

"I wanna go on the ferries," she answered, resting her head on his shoulder, a gigantic smile on.

"Alright, baby, ferries it is then," Lucas nodded, planting a kiss on the top of her curls.

He wasn't expecting to enjoy it quite as much as he was. Yes, he was clammy with sweat in no time since it was a warm day and yes, there had been a lot of queues, but the rides were fun and he had obliterated Bella in the bumper cars. Only for her to win him a large teddy bear in the shooting range, perfect aim causing the pimpled kid working the booth to pout and grumble about "cheating hilly billies."

"Can we put this in the car? So we don't have to carry it around," Bella said, poking the cute teddy bear and Lucas nodded, being guided through the crowd since Bell still had her fingers intertwined with his.

The minute he bent to plant the teddy bear in the backseat of the car, Bella was shoving him in, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He fell on his back with a chuckle, his head meeting the teddy bear's fluffy foot, "we're-" his next words got swallowed up by a kiss as Bell got on top of him, "we're in public, you man eater!" Lucas giggled, smiling as he felt her moving her kisses down his cheek, to his neck.

"We're not doing anything," Bella said, voice muffled by his neck and Luke let out a happy sigh, sliding a hand over her little jeans shorts and squeezing her ass, "making out isn't a crime."

"Compelling argument," he said, moving on the seat so he was sitting down instead of sprawled on his back with his feet sticking out of the door and pulling her closer by the waist. He was toying with the hem of crop top, when his stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly.

"Mood killer," Luke scoffed, but didn't stop him from kissing her again, Bella giggling when her own belly let out a twin growl.

"Let's have lunch," she said into his mouth, "we can continue this later."

"I'm taking that as a promise, Bells" He kissed her once more, then pulled back.

He had her lipstick all over his mouth, Bella getting on her tiptoes in order to try and clean it.

There was a huge line for the food stand, so she draped over him, chin resting on his bicep as Lucas started telling her about the new classes he had, since the student year had just started back up.

"So do you get two proms?"

"It's not a prom," Luke scoffed, cheeks blushing, "I'm not a teenager."

"Answer my question, nerd" Bella rolled her eyes, fingers fiddling with the huge armholes of his tanktop, "two graduations?"

"Yeah, but I can just pick the second one and have them give me both degrees."

"Show off," she smiled brilliantly, "I hope you know how proud I am of you."

His whole face was on fire, so Lucas looked away, squeezing her hand in his. It was finally their turn to order and between the hunger, the heat and the butterflies, his stomach was actually hurting.

They found a nice little hill near the park and sat down on the grass, their huge lunch order split between them. Everything fried. Cake funnel, donuts, corndogs, fries, deep fried oreos, churros...

"I think you ordered too much food," Bella said, eyeing the amount with suspicion and falling on her back on the grass, already polishing up her first corn dog.

"No, I didn't," Lucas rolled his eyes, patting his stomach, "it's bulking season, remember? I'm off diet."

"Oh yeah, your state mandated eating disorder," she snorted, turning on her side, "this cannot be good to your heath long term, baby."

"It's not long term, it's the last year," he pouted, finishing a corn dog in three bites. Bella hummed, reaching for a sprinkles covered donut and then she let out a moan.

"These are really good, Luke. Try it-" she teared a piece of her donut, pushing it in his mouth and he laughed, almost biting her fingers.

"Manners!?" Lucas pushed her hand down, then wrinkled his nose, "eh... I don't know, I didn't like it."

She let out an offended scoff, "more for me, I guess," Bella said, grabbing all the sprinkled donuts and piling them near her side, while Lucas continued to eat all the salty food.

He was halfway through a caramelized apple when Bella let out a groan and sprawled on the grass, a hand resting on her stomach, "I'm done."

"That was hardly anything," he rolled his eyes, although he was surprised she had managed to eat all the donuts. Bella groaned, tugging on her jeans shorts.

"Leave me alone," she said, "eat your food, I still wanna go in at least two more rides."

"I had no idea you loved parks so much," Lucas said, balling up the greasy papers of the now empty containers.

"It's like music concerts," she sighed, looking up at the clouds, "minus the super hot bands and the musicians, of course."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course."

"I like the atmosphere," Bella explained, smiling, "I like the contagious energy. Rubs off on me."

"So like an energy vampire," Lucas teased, "that guy from Twilight."

Bella raised an eyebrow, "...How many times did you watch the movies, you dork?"

"I read the books," Lucas shrugged, "when I was thirteen."

"Oh my god," she giggled, covering her face with her hands, "all of them?!"

"All of them," he nodded solemnly, then eyed the last remaining caramelized apple, "okay, no. This one is getting trashed."

Bella raised her head from the grass, frowning, "you're done? So soon?"

"I don't wanna spend the rest of the day feeling gross," Lucas shrugged, getting up with all the litter in his arms, "we have plans for later," he threw her a cocky wink and then walked away to get rid of the trash.

Bella was already sitting up when he came back and she muffled a little burp against her hand as Lucas stood in front of her, "let's go?"

"Here, hydrate," Lucas handed her a bottle of water, grabbing Bell's outstretched hand and pulling her up. He patted her ass, getting rid of the grass that had stuck to the jeans and causing her to roll her eyes in an amused manner.

"You're so very subtle..." Bella looped her arms with his, "let's go on the viking pirate ship? And then the ferris wheel? Where do you wanna go?"

"We can do the viking ship, but I don't know about the rest, baby," Lucas eyed the sky. The sun was just starting to hide behind clouds and the temperature dropping, "it's starting to look like it'll rain."

"We're not gonna melt, Lucas" Bella rolled her eyes, pulling him through the crowd.

"Yeah, but I don't trust these rides to work in the rain, Isabella."

"You are such a worrywart, like it's your job or something," Bella said as they got in line for the ride. It was a short one, Lucas was right and the sky was turning quite dark, most of the parents packing away their little ones to avoid getting rained on.

"No, c'mere," Bella said when he attempted to sit down the minute they were allowed to climb on the big viking boat, "the middle is the most boring part. It's physics, baby," she dragged him to the far back, where the seats were smaller, only fitting three people. Only two with how much space Luke occupied.

"I've never been on this ride," he said, as they lowered the metal bar and checked if it was secure. It pressed against his stomach after such a packed lunch and he moved up, straightening up, "is this even secure for you? You could still fly out," he said, noticing the bar was far from pressing on Bella.

"I have hands, relax," she rolled her eyes, squeezing the metal bar in her hands, "see?"

He didn't like it one bit. Lucas planted his left hand on top of Bella's right one, making sure it was planted to metal and squeezing it too. He heard her let out a huff, but then the ride started.

First the boat swayed gently, forward and back. Then it started to pick up speed and soon the whole ride was doing almost entire loops. Going as far out as it could, then coming back.

Lucas let out a scream as the boat went back, meaning they were going higher and higher, almost upside down. He had never been afraid of heights, but he felt a jolt of terror rush through him. He squeezed the metal harder and moved his arm out, pressing it to Bella's chest when he felt the centrifuge force pull her to the center, ungluing her from the chair... Then the ride dropped back again, his stomach freezing over.

It wasn't even ten minutes, but when it finally stopped Lucas was panting for air, little terrified tears glued to his eyelashes.

"Holy fuck, Bella!" He cried out, sniffling and turning to look at her. Only to frown, "Bella?"

"Lu..." she gulped down, trying to push the metal bar off of her, but to no avail. The operator opened them and then started rattling out instructions.

Lucas cringed as he noticed how pale she was, her golden tan turning grey. Her throat bobbed dangerously, "shh, okay, breathe in, I'm gonna get you out of here-" he grabbed her by both arms, forcing her standing and Bella groaned. She was steady on her feet, but clearly without knowing each way to go.

"Alright, I-" Lucas looked around, panicked. They managed to get out of the ride, but the place was still packed tight and he couldn't find a single trashcan. In his arms, he felt Bella heave and then groan, muffling a sick burp against his chest, "fuck, Bells, let's try to get-"

He didn't finish that sentence, because Bella shoved him by the chest and managed to turn away just in time to cover her combat boots in colorful vomit. Lucas cringed, holding the hair away from her mouth.

"Aww Bell... It's okay, let it up, at least you'll feel better," he said, reaching on her wrist and grabbing a hair tie, tying the curls in a lose knot on the base of her nape.

Bella let out a whimper, the next heave making her bend in half, hands planted on her knees as her stomach got rid of the heavy sugary lunch they had had. Lucas couldn't help but wince, the donuts were doing a number on her with how chunky they were and her heaves were loud and painful.

She straightened up, sniffling. Black tears had ran down her cheek, completely smudging her eyeliner and her whole face was splotchy with the effort, "I'm sorry-" Bella groaned, burping wetly against her hand, "sorry..."

"Don't apologize," he rolled his eyes, pulling her into a hug, "c'mon, let's go to the car..."

He attempted to move, but it was too much too soon, because Bella let out another burp and then her hands dug in his belly as she pushed him apart from her and vomited down her front.

Her gunmetal croptop got covered in rainbow sprinkles puke, the mess sliding down - "Okay, hold on, hold on," Lucas grabbed the hem of the top, folding it up in order to avoid the mess spilling down her naked stomach or into her shorts, "I got you, Bella."

She let out another pitiful whine, another dripple of vomit rushing out, then sighed, "I'm...I'm done."

He sure hoped so, Lucas, thought, noticing how heavy her top was, "don't move, babe," he said, then tugged on the neck hole of her top and carefully got it past her head. He dropped the top on the ground, without a care. That one was done for, there was no saving. Bella shuddered, crossing her arms around herself in a self conscious manner as she stood in the middle of the park in just her black sport bra.

"Lucas-"

"It's okay, here," he stripped his tank top and passed it to her. It was so long it looked like a dress, so he pointed the shorts under the tank top, "might as well open those, give your belly some room."

"Good call," Bella said, her voice raspy, and she undid the buttons of her shorts, wrapping an arm around her sick stomach, "I wanna go home, I really don't feel well, Luke."

"I know... Come on, hop up-" he turned around and although Bella hesitated for a second, it only took one pat to her thigh for her to drape her arms around his shoulders and jump, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her thighs, settling her correctly so she wouldn't slip from the piggyback ride and felt Bella press her chin to his shoulder and planting a kiss there.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Bells," Lucas started to walk back to the car, "was it just motion sickness? And the heavy lunch? Or-"

"Not sure," she pressed herself closer to him, letting out a sigh he could feel too, "I'm just really queasy... Not sure if I ate too much or if the food was bad or whatever."

He winced at the idea of it being good poisoning, "let's hope it's just the first," he squeezed her leg, that was wrapped around his torso, "tell me if I need to put you down, okay?"

"Okay," she said in a tiny voice, then pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I love you."

Lucas smiled, turning his face and planting a kiss on her forehead, "i love you too."

#sickfic #mywriting #emetophilia #emeto #isabella martinez #overeating

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moonsghostwriter · 11 months ago

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I was listening to Spotify and got the idea for this

Being a singer under Gideon's record label and getting sick of him mistreating you and taking advantage of your fame for his own greediness

(inspired by Season 2, Episode 7 of Helluva Boss where Fizzarolli quits working for Mammon and sings a whole song about it, yeah reader sings that in this)

(I'm so sorry but I actually enjoy fics where the reader sings, unless it's at a cringey time or a really cringey song)

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You stood in your dressing room as you got ready for your feature on a late night television show as a musical guest. This one was your most important one yet, which meant Gideon—who acted as your manager, but was really the owner the label you were under—was going to be there. You knew he also was the head of some evil league, but that didn't really concern you, though you had met the members several times. You'd really hit it off with Roxy, becoming instant best friends, and she supported everything you did.

However having been working with him for almost 5 years now, you had gotten to your brink of dealing with his abuse and mistreatment. So, tonight you had a very special song prepared for your performance. Roxy was in the audience too to cheer you on, and she was sitting near Gideon so she could watch his reaction for you, knowing you'd want the hilarious details later.

A sly smile spread across your face as you walked onto the stage, watching to the live audience and to the cameras. "Here's [Y/N] with H-" The host read the announcement before being cut off by a stagehand who whispered in his ear. ".. Two Minutes Notice!" The host bit his lip as he read the name of the new song. Gideon leaned forward in his spot, narrowing his eyes. This wasn't the song you two had agreed upon.

"I have wasted time, I have seen my use. I have packaged and sold every part of me, suffered a lifetime of abuse. I have lost myself, I have worshipped at your feet. And here I am standing on top of the world with some bitches to defeat." The song starts and you act out the words, feeling yourself get weak under the pressure if this went horribly, horribly wrong.

"I've played the game, I've won it all. They've screamed my name, they bought the doll. I've seized the day, now I've got one thing left to say, hey, hey! Fuck you! Here's my two minutes notice! Fuck you! Time to quit and smell the roses! Say goodbye, while I look you in the eye and say fuck you!" You sing and dance on stage, still worried yet trying to act confident.

"Jeez, I'd hate to be the guy who that song's about." Gideon says, laughing to himself. Roxy leans back in her chair, looking at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"It's you." She says simply before moving back to her spot and watching you with a smile.

"Yeah, right." Gideon rolls his eyes with a cocky smile, of course he didn't believe Roxy, you loved working with him! He was your idol!

"I have taken shit, been crushed under your heel. I have suffered for profit and suckered for fame, made a fortune you could steal. I've had enough, I've hit the wall. I'm tired of taking your calls. It ends today, now there's just one last thing to say! Fuck you! I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you! Cut you off just like a tumor! Hope you die! Kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck! Fuck you!" You flip off the audience, spotting Gideon and making sure to look him right in the eyes as you blatantly insult him. He grips the armrests on the chair, fuming with anger as he sits and stares, shellshocked almost at your audacity.

"Have you ever felt sick and tired of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewing? Eating shit for a boss that you're sick of obeying. If you ever felt the same let me hear you say,

Did you really think I was gonna stay spending life bent over with your fist in my a-? Slander me, say I'll never work in this town, if I stick around I'll be six more feet under the ground! Fuck you! Suck it greedy bastard! You're a stupid ass clown! Say goodbye, too late to apologize! So this is it, Gideon you sad sack of shit! Fuck you!" You finish the song leaving the crowd unsure whether to cheer or be worried, however Roxy was cheering like crazy while Gideon sat fuming in his seat. You smile proudly and leave the stage, going back to your dressing room, not caring Gideon would probably barge in soon to confront you.

He couldn't control you or your passion anymore. You were free, and you were happy

#gideon graves #fanfiction #sillyposting #not super serious tbh #helluva boss #reader is fed up #scott pilgrim #roxy richter #dont take this too seriously

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matchagator · 1 year ago

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Inescapable Delusions | Ch. 13 | Explicit 21+

Taehyung is forced to make some rash decisions as complications seem to surface within an instant. What will happen to the circus as their ringleader grapples with the strings holding this facade together?

*This is an explicit story. Minors do not interact*

{Summary:} Enter the House of Cards for an evening of countless wonders and jaw-dropping spectacles. While you become entranced in the various acts, take caution not to fall victim to the illusions or you may end up facing inescapable delusions.

{Main Pairings:} Animal Tamer Jeon Jungkook/ Original Female Character

{Rating:} 21+ Explicit Caution: Read Warnings

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Crime Circus

{Warnings:} Circus (no clowns), Smut, Abuse, Gaslighting, Rough Sex, Bondage, Rape/Non-con - Freeform, Angst, BDSM, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Crimes & Criminals, Sex Trafficking, Death Threats, Nudity, Stockholm Syndrome, Explicit Language, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Abusive Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Secrets, Sexual Slavery, Prostitution, Tigers, Elephants, Animal Attack, Virginity, Bad Decisions, Banter, Manhandling, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Degradation, Coercion, BDSM Elements, Whips, Throat Fucking, Unprotected Sex

“Oh, please…yes!” Sophie moaned as Jungkook snapped his hips against her plump ass, thrusting his dick deep in her dripping pussy. She was bent over a small desk in their private tent, letting out some pent-up energy before it was their turn to perform on stage.

Jungkook smacked the already abused flesh of her bottom as her walls tightened around his length. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, taking hold of her hips and barreling into her even harder. Her cries tumbled irrationally from her lips as she fell apart, clawing at the wood of the surface she was tossed over. Her legs shook as he drove into her, his cock twitching as he released ropes of warm cum against the entrance of her cervix.

As they reached their climax, they failed to realize someone was approaching their tent. “Jungkook!” The magenta-haired animal tamer barely reacted, not even pulling out from his assistant’s vagina, as he rolled his head in the direction of the presence standing at the entrance and spotted Taehyung glaring at them. “We need her to fill in Yoongi’s act.”

Sophie felt Jungkook’s dick slip from inside her, his cum slowly trickling down her thigh as she quickly pushed down the skirt of her outfit to hide her indecency. Her cheeks were flush from the combination of embarrassment and the pleasure Jungkook inflicted on her. “What are you talking about?” The animal tamer groaned, tucking himself back into his trousers as he glared at the ringleader.

“Anna is…-something came up. We need someone to take her place.” Sophie felt cold when she noticed Taehyung hesitated in discussing her friend further as his eyes flickered in her direction. He left her to wonder where Anna was and if she was okay.

“Find someone else. She’s my assistant, not a target.” Jungkook snapped, standing firmly between Sophie and Taehyung with his arms crossed over his chest.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, clearly unamused with the animal tamer’s possessive tendencies. He marched forward, gripping the leather harness strapped across Jungkook’s torso, and pulled him in close as he hissed in his face, “Get your fucking pet on that target, or I’ll do it myself.” He pushed the younger male back, watching him stumble slightly as he caught his footing. “I’ll talk to you about this later.” He gave Jungkook one last pointed look before stomping out of their private tent.

“What was that about?” Sophie asked quietly, moving to stand beside Jungkook. She noticed his expression was rigid with anger and frustration, the very same way he was when he punished her. She timidly stepped away from him but was startled as he grabbed her.

Jungkook saw the spark of fear in her eyes and relaxed as he cupped her cheek in his large hands. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He distracted her with a deep kiss, pulling back to debut his charming smile. “Go find Yoongi, and I’ll go check on Taehyung.”

“What do you think happened to Anna?” She interjected quickly, watching as his eyes widened in surprise at her mild outburst. She could see the flecks in his irises dancing as his mind rapidly thought of something to keep her curiosity at bay. If Anna wasn’t performing, it was very likely that Taehyung or Hoseok did something to her.

He chuckled lightly as if her concern was silly and childish. “Oh, kitten…I’m sure she’s just fine.” He cooed, brushing the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks. “Like I said, don’t worry about it.”

As soon as Jungkook broke out from the entrance of the tent and away from Sophie’s alluring warmth, he pillaged the grounds in search of Taehyung. When he found him, the ringleader was in the rehearsal tent barking orders as if they were packing up the circus to move on to another city. “What the hell are you doing?” Jungkook hollered as he approached Taehyung. They had two more shows, why was he having everyone pack up before they even finished the evening's performance?

Taehyung whipped around, his eyes wild and breathing frantic. “We have to leave tonight.” The confused expression of the younger man’s features provoked the ringleader to abruptly pull him away from the crowd. He glanced around as Jungkook fought against his grip. “Listen…listen!” He snapped, getting the magenta-haired man’s attention. “Anna is gone.” He whispered harshly.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?”

“She had a visitor last night, and they disappeared after one of your…”Taehyung seemed to slow down as if a thought dawned on him. “Your tiger got out and the only ones with access to their keys are you and your little pet.” He tapped a finger to his chin, his eyes looking up. “Yes, yes. She must have helped them escape, the tiger was a decoy.”

“There’s no way, she was with me all night.” Jungkook argued.

Taehyung pressed his lips together, annoyed with Jungkook’s instinct to defend the star of their show. “Regardless, I’ll handle her later. All you need to know is that one of the girls we kidnapped ran away and has probably gone to the police. We need to leave before cops come snooping around.”

Jungkook scoffed, “It’s one girl. Nobody will believe her.”

Taehyung leveled himself with the young man, his stare rattling the nerves of Jungkook as his strong grip encased the animal tamer’s shoulders. “I’m not taking any chances. If the police get involved, we’ll lose everything.” The ringleader straightened out his posture, adjusting his shoulders as he released his hold on Jungkook. “So, we’re packing up to leave after the shows. Make sure your animals are ready by then.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging the magenta strands as he stressed about all the work he’d need to do to get his animals prepared for travel. “Yeah, okay.” He couldn’t argue, even if he wanted to. Working with the ringleader for so long, Jungkook understood that once the man made a decision there was very little chance of changing it.

Tahyung hummed contently with Jungkook’s compliance. “Good.” He began to walk away, intent on making sure the rest of the troop knew the plan to leave but paused mid-step. He glanced over his shoulder as he was slightly turned away from Jungkook. “Keep an eye on our little star. Something tells me Anna got help, and I have a feeling it was her.”

Without even waiting for Jungkook to respond, Taehyung disappeared into the crowd with the only indication of his presence coming from his boisterous yelling throughout the tent. Jungkook sighed in aggravation. He knew Sophie wasn’t the one who helped Anna or let one of his tigers escape. She mostly took care of the other animals and allowed Jungkook to handle them because she was terrified of them. It did make him wonder though, how his tiger did get out.

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Sophie strolled through the rehearsal tent, her brow curling with curiosity as she noticed most of the performers were packing up now that their set for the evening was complete. She noticed the knife wielder near his props and walked in his direction. “Uh, Yoongi?” She spoke hesitantly when she was only a couple of feet away from him. The man finally looked up at her and his hardened expression remained upon spotting Sophie.

“It’s about time.” He grumbled, moving to open the large trunk that Anna usually sat in during the beginning of their act. “Get in.”

Sophie panicked, “Just like that? I’ve never done this before.” To say she was nervous was an understatement. She never imagined she would be used as a target for sharp blades, and she almost wished to trade with Jungkook to handle the tigers instead.

“You just lay there and take it. I’ve heard from Jungkook that you do that plenty so it shouldn’t be too challenging for you.” Yoongi’s stoic demeanor illuminated proudly as his malicious taunting caused Sophie’s jaw to drop.

Sophie suddenly felt dirty as the recent sexual encounter with the animal tamer reared back to her, making her acutely aware of the ache between her thighs. She crossed her arms over her chest, steeling herself against his mockery as she stepped toward the chest. She stopped just as the toe of her heels clipped the side of the trunk, flicking her glare toward the man standing near it. “I can see why Anna enjoys your company.” She smiled falsely, the sarcasm heavy on her tongue.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, the mark over his eye enhancing the intensity with which he watched Sophie step into the chest and slowly lower herself. He waited until she was situated, enjoying the vision of her lying at his feet while he hovered over the mouth of the trunk. He smirked as his hand grazed the lid, curling his fingers over the material as he anticipated snapping it closed. “Maybe if your owner allows it, I can show you just how much she enjoyed me.” He crudely cupped his groin, laughing at the fear in Sophie’s gaze just before he slammed the chest shut.

Sophie sucked air into her lungs abruptly from the shock of darkness that engulfed her after Yoongi’s words made her shudder. What did he mean by that? If his mannerisms were any indication, it seemed as though he used her friend just as the leaders and customers did. She scrunched her nose in thought, disgusted that these men treated Anna like she was good for nothing else. The idea that Yoongi even threatened Sophie with the same treatment caused her to scoff in the dark trunk. There’s no way Jungkook would ever let anyone but himself touch her like that.

Suddenly, the chest shifted and Sophie yelped as she steadied herself against the walls that enclosed her in the small space. She waited for the movement to stop but found the time in this uncomfortable position was dragging. She was truly appreciating her usual role of mounting Mambo and parading freely around the ring. She relaxed as her body softly jostled with the rough terrain of the dirt ground that rumbled beneath the chest, closing her eyes while she endured the building nausea of the uneven vibrations that tossed her around.

The trunk stopped just before she heard a series of loud clinking noises from beyond the wood. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Yoongi!” Sophie curled her brow to hear Yoongi introducing himself rather than their ringleader. Why wasn’t Taehyung announcing the acts? What was going on? Did this have to do with Anna’s absence? She continued listening to the noises that came from outside, wondering when Yoongi would let her out.

If Sophie was honest, she never watched the knife wielder’s performance other than the occasional glance at their practice during rehearsals. However, her focus was mostly on the woman strapped to the wheel. She cringed to think that she would be in the same position shortly. She was snapped from her thoughts as the audience erupted in applause. He must be performing on his own, showing off his talents with just his props. She pressed her hands against the heavy lid, trying to peek out, only to realize the chest was locked until Yoongi opened it. “Damn.” She hissed in the stiff air of the compartment, suddenly feeling nervous by the amount of time she had been in there with little to no air circulation.

The crowd became increasingly louder, the hollers of excitement becoming a screaming frenzy. The noise was deafening while Sophie helplessly listened in the darkness as men yelled incoherently beyond the frantic mannerisms of the audience. What was going on? Sophie banged on the top of the trunk, “Hello?” She tried to yell over the sounds but found herself unheard. She slammed her palm harder against the lid, inhaling deeply. “Yoongi! Let me out!”

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“Fuck!” Taehyung slammed the lid of his briefcase closed after tossing in a stack of papers that reflected their profit margins. He ran a hand through his hair, sweat dripping from his pores as he erratically scanned his private tent for any other loose items that needed to be packed. The performers were keeping the audience distracted while he worked quickly to make sure they were ready to leave by the final parade.

When he realized Anna and her customer were gone, the panic didn’t set in right away as he came down from the distraction of Jungkook’s rogue tiger prowling through the circus grounds. It was the pristine condition of her entertainment quarters that made him alarmed. The lavish sofa was hardly used, her vanity was still organized, and there was nothing but the soft indentions of their footprints leading out the back. This man, Kim Namjoon, left with her and somehow was able to make her comply without forcing a hand.

His dark eyes flicked across the room, spotting some linens neatly folded on his cot. He marched toward the pile and scooped it in his arms before tossing it haphazardly into his personal trunk. “There’s not much time left.” He muttered to himself, his breathing coming out in aggravated huffs as his nerves ran wild.

Taehyung was so involved in his packing that he failed to notice Hoseok stepping into his private tent until he turned on his heel and spotted the illusionist standing in the middle of his path. “What are you doing?” Hoseok was not amused by the ringleader’s decision to cancel their extracurriculars as well as the rest of their duration in this city. “All this for one girl?”

Taehyung glared at the man before him, “That’s all it takes.” He moved past him, making sure to bump their shoulders together as if that would prove his dominance over the illusionist. “If you don’t want to be left behind, I suggest you pack as well.”

“You should have just let me kill her.” Hoseok clicked his tongue as he leaned against the post that held Taehyung’s tent up from collapsing.

The ringleader squared his shoulders with the man invading his space. “Murder is a far worse offense than kidnapping.”

“Both are felonies.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, parting his lips to speak, but paused as he heard screaming in the distance. His brows furrowed together as he met Hoseok’s curious gaze. They peered away from each other as they peeked between the slit in the curtain to look outside. It was similar to watching the effects of a wildfire; flashes of light flickered inside the big top and traveled into the rehearsal tent before performers burst from the canopy in a panic as police chased after them.

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“Help! I can’t get out!” Sophie’s palms were numb from slamming them against the harsh wood of the chest. She was hyperventilating as she lay curled in the dark space, listening to chaos break out just beyond the lid. She called out for Yoongi, Jungkook, or anyone to release her from this cruel fate. She then heard someone talking over the trunk, mentioning that they could hear her screaming for help. “Yes, please! I’m in here!”

Sophie could hear something scratch against the wall of the chest near the lock before there was a sharp snap. She was greeted by the spotlights of the arena and she burst into tears despite the unfamiliar faces that greeted her. A man in uniform pulled her up by her wrist, helping her out of the box as she shook uncontrollably.

She blinked as an arm wrapped around her, realizing that a strange police officer was guiding her through the front towards the parking lot. She glanced at her surroundings, spotting performers and their male customers being detained. “What’s your name?” She finally heard from the man, holding her as her mind processed the overwhelming sight of their circus crumbling before her.

“Sophie. “She answered just before they made it outside.

She felt the officer squeeze her shoulder as his pace picked up. “We’ve got her, Detective Kim!” He yelled towards a man standing in a long dark trench coat.

The man presumed to be Detective Kim smiled with small indentations on his cheeks as he offered Sophie a hand. “I’ll take her from here.” His voice was deep and smooth, a soothing sound compared to the jagged shrills she endured for what felt like hours. She hesitated, only glancing at the hand offered to her, but was pushed by the officer into the detective’s reach. “I have someone waiting for you.” He assured her, placing a hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushing her through the crowd of cops.

“Get off me!” Sophie snapped her head towards the harsh voice of Taehyung, noticing him in the hands of two officials, his arms pulled behind him as they walked him toward the back of a vehicle. “Where is that bitch?” He hissed, his dagger-like glare striking through the crowd in search of Anna, the culprit for his arrest. He dug his heels into the dirt, fighting against the two men to break free. One of the cops swung a baton against his stomach causing him to double over as they dragged him into the backseat of a police vehicle. Sophie cringed, quickly looking away in fear that she might face the same fate if she struggled against the man holding her close.

The atmosphere parted and Sophie spotted a familiar face in the distance. She moved her head slightly to look around someone in the way of her view and found Anna standing by a squad car, dressed in normal civilian clothes. Anna’s features illuminated in excitement as she straightened up from her position, “Sophie!” She ran across the grass, quickly wrapping her arms around Sophie’s body. She leaned away, taking in the state of her friend after feeling her limbs tremble. “What happened?”

Sophie could hardly speak as her emotions churned in her stomach. She was happy to see her friend after thinking something terrible happened to her, but she was still confused. Why were there so many police? What was going to happen to everyone at the circus? Where was Jungkook? She shook her head, looking over her shoulder in search of the familiar magenta strands.

Her heart stopped when she finally saw him, his hands behind his back as he was escorted from the entrance toward a different vehicle. His dark eyes found her, the scowl previously on his lips melting as he took in her figure. He analyzed her as if accusing her of betraying him, but he noticed the subtle changes in her body language that screamed she wanted to run into his arms. He grinned that charming smile, giving her a swift wink before he was pushed down into the back seat of the car.

The door was slammed shut, keeping him locked up until they were moved into the local jail. Jungkook peered out the window, his gaze fixated on Sophie. He smirked when he realized she couldn’t look away from him.

“Hey,” Anna placed her hands on Sophie’s shoulders, bringing her attention back from the chaos of the circus. “You’re safe now.” Anna promised, hugging her friend close one last time.

Sophie clung to the material of her shirt, her arms curled around her friend’s waist. She peeked one last time towards the circus seeing so many performers with cuffs around their wrists or being questioned by officials. In the distance, she could see their animals were being gathered by the police as well. Mambo was pulled from the rehearsal tent with several ropes tied around his neck and her heart broke. Her once glamorous life was now nothing more than a crime scene being cleaned up for evidence. What was she going to do now?

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Charity Heist 9 - aka. Can't be a Superhero Without a Sad Backstory

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

Watch the trailer here

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/L/N = Your Last Name | Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

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Even with Dean’s whiskey smooth voice calling out after you and making you weak at the knees, you somehow made it back to your room unscathed and un-caught. Though you knew your reprieve would only be temporary.

You’d get the night, at best, to prepare yourself for what you knew was coming. Which was the complete and utter destruction of the damned traitorous muscle you called a heart. Come morning, or at best noon, and you’d be the goddamn tinman. Looking for a new heart to replace the one your Greek God of a hitter pulverized.

Fuck it all to the fucking high seas and back.

You were screwed and, as always, it wasn’t the good kind of screwed. It never was.

When the fates dealt you your hand in life… Along with everything else they’d thrown your way, what with being kidnapped as a baby and spending your life as a thief… They sure as fuck made certain you were just as unscrewable as that one dodgy screw on every piece of IKEA furniture. If not more.

Rushing into your room, you locked the door and pushed a chair up against it for extra measure. Sure, you were a coward. But you were a thorough coward. And you wouldn’t put it past the stubborn older Winchester to kick your door down to stop you from running away from the conversation he seemed hell bent on having.

Shit, you running away was probably just making him more set on having ‘The Talk’.

After all, Dean Winchester was a hitter with an impressive resume; a trained soldier, tracker, and mercenary… He was the epitome of a hunter - a true predator. And your ‘scared little prey’-act was probably just activating some long-lost hunting instinct in the man. Like an enticing game of cat and mouse.

Actually, you were sure of it.

The way those emerald eyes had been burning into you; like he was ready to devour you on the spot… Yeah, that was the look of an Apex Predator. Even now, in the safety of your own room, the feel of Dean’s eyes on you still ignited a fire in your veins.

Hell, you swore you could still feel the whispers of his touch where he’d brushed against you. And the smell of his body wash still lingered around you, making your mind a foggy, hazy mess as you struggled to catch your breath even though the short sprint to your room shouldn’t have made you that breathless. Not with the hellish training regimen the Winchester brothers had you on.

Damn it... There was only one thing that could help you now: a cold shower. Absolutely arctic. The coldest shower to ever fucking shower. Yeah… That would teach your libido to act up without consulting the more reasonable part of your brain first.

Peeling off your clothes, you hurried to your attached bathroom, feeling uncomfortably hot even in the chilly air of the bunker room. Throwing one last wary glance towards the chair you’d propped up as a last line of defense, you closed the bathroom door with a groan. Letting your head hit against the wood with a sigh.

Forcing your eyes to focus on the shower, you ignored the clown in the mirror, aka. your own bitch ass self. Knowing you’d probably end up having a damn Taxi-esque “Are you talking to me” monologue with your reflection if you allowed yourself to spare the woman in the mirror even the smallest glance. And, though you did deserve a talking to, you just didn’t have the energy to admonish yourself any further.

Plus, you were as naked as the day you were born. Meaning that any dressing down you gave yourself would be kind of useless.

So, instead you stepped into the dry shower and gritted your teeth as you turned the water on. Turning the knob ALL the way to cold. No fucking way you were having a hot shower. First, your already overheated body wouldn’t be able to handle the heat. And second, you didn’t deserve one. Hell, you didn’t even deserve the much more tolerable shock of stepping gingerly under the running water and preparing yourself for the shock of icy cold against flushed skin.

Gritting your teeth against the need to squeal as the first chilly drops hit your overheated skin, you closed your eyes and let the water cascade over you. Letting it wash your cowardice and dirty thoughts down the drain. The feel of Dean’s body heat where he’d brushed against your arm and his much larger hand on yours was slowly being replaced by the numbing feeling of cold water on hot skin as your nerves went into temporary shock. Though the frozen state of your nerves did nothing to stop your mind from racing.

You’d known from the start that you shouldn’t allow yourself to indulge in thoughts of the oldest Winchester brother.

Sure, it had been clear from day one that you found the man devastatingly handsome; even when you still thought he could be a threat to your safety. But, once you moved into the bunker with the Winchesters, you’d also known you weren’t good enough for him.

Hell, you were a lot of things. But one thing was certain. You, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), were not even remotely good, full stop.

Having been raised to steal, spy, destroy, and do everything else your bosses told you to do had beaten any sense of morality out of you a long, long time ago. From a young age, your moral compass had been thoroughly ground to dust under the heavy heel of the “organization”. And, until you met Dean, you’d been sure it had beaten any shred of that annoying human emotion known as love out of you too. After all, in the underground organization you’d called home for a better part of your life, any form of feelings was considered a weakness.

Love, fear, even hate… None of that was relevant or even necessary there.

All that mattered was to complete your tasks, please the client and get paid. It was the code you’d been raised to live by. It was what your area’s boss, a witch of a woman nicknamed “Dr. Hess”, wanted.

Her and the other area mobster bosses, including the man at the very top, had stolen you from your parents when you were still just a baby and sharpened you into a weapon. You and countless other children. An army of kids and teens who did their bidding, no matter how vicious and evil it was.

And you’d done it all. After all, you knew nothing else.

The organization had been worldwide, but your world had still been so very, very small. On the leash of your handler, Mr. Ketch, you’d only ever been let out of one of their underground compounds to complete whatever job they had for you. Whenever they needed a pair of extra sticky hands, you’d get let out, only to be pulled right back in when you’d done what they wanted you to.

You’d only managed to escape when you took out two of the guard dogs they’d placed to watch you on a job in Lisbon. And even then, it was only because they’d been resting on their laurels.

Mr. Ketch had been out on another job. And since you’d spent the better part of your early teens fooling them into thinking you’d finally become a good little puppy who could go without a leash for 24 hours, they’d placed the role of guardians in… Less capable hands.

Wounding, possibly mortally, those two men… You hadn’t felt a thing.

If anything, you’d felt a hint of elation. Joy at finally being free.

That’s how you knew you weren’t human. You weren’t fit for love. All you had, the only thing you were fit for, was your life as a thief. Hell, your freedom was less about escaping the life of crime you’d been forced into and more about escaping the authority figures that took all your hard-earned spoils for themselves while keeping you locked in your cage. After all, you’d worked for that money. They hadn’t.

Sighing you gritted your teeth and opened your eyes to stare reproachingly at the jet of icy water still cascading down over you. The cold water had cooled your head, sure. But it had also brought back memories of days you’d do anything to forget. Even though they were tattooed onto your very being, clinging to the back of your mind. with vicious talons made up of scar tissue and regret

Days of hiding scraps so you could eat them if they decided to cut off your food supply. Of tearing bedsheets into bandages after an especially grueling “training session”. Days that were carved into your bones through a childhood that was more torture, training and prison bars than nostalgic picket fences and apple pie.

Turning off the water, you shook your wet (Y/H/C) hair out behind your back before reaching for the towel. Your body was shivering, but you didn’t mind the cold. The cold was… Comforting. It was a physical manifestation of what you constantly had to remind yourself to be.

The cold was your code to live by. Not the organization’s.

Hide behind jokes, use your smile as a shield and your boisterous volume as ammunition. Drown out your darker thoughts with endless internal color commentary going a mile a minute… Don’t ever get close enough for anyone to see it’s all just painted on. A fake facade; a prop mask in a low budget movie. Laugh loud, be loud, hide any stray hurt, or old memories, behind surface level hollow strength and sass.

Don’t let them see you cry. Never let them see you hurt.

Even though you did have friends now; a family... You had Charlie, who you adored, a father figure in Bobby, and Sam, who you saw as your giant little brother. You still kept your walls up. Though your smiles were more honest, and your feelings had a place to safely rest in Charlie who never let you joke about your pain, you couldn’t fool yourself into thinking you could have anything more than that.

You couldn’t fool yourself into thinking you deserved a place by Dean’s side.

You’d already been handed more than you ever deserved when Bobby Singer and the Winchester brothers accepted you into their family. You’d gained trust you didn’t even have in yourself, and there was no way you’d repay them by breaking apart the dynamic that worked like a well-oiled machine.

Which was why you knew you’d have to just grin and bear it when Dean broke your heart. You couldn’t leave them just to run from the heartbreak. You had nowhere else to go. This was your home. The only one you’d ever truly had.

Still, you just needed a little more time. Just a few more hours.

The universe could at least give you that much as payment for being the butt of every karmic joke it threw your way.

Right?

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Your prayer to the universe for a few more hours of silent, contemplative cowardice was left on read. As mother nature once more seemed ready to get her rocks off by watching you squirm.

The sadistic bitch.

You were barely given time to get dressed, not to mention warm up, before you heard the quick, sharp tap of knuckles against wood. The sound of someone knocking on your door was enough to make you freeze where you stood in the middle of your room. But as the deep voice of a certain Mr. Winchester seeped through the wood and straight into your veins, you slowly morphed into an actual statue; holding your breath as you worried that the man on the other side of the door would somehow hear you if you as much as blinked.

“Hey (Y/N)... You still up?”

You kept holding your breath, your eyes jumping to the chair you’d propped against the door as you slowly sank to the floor. Sitting down as softly and carefully as you could. Mainly as a preemptive measure, in case your legs would give out under you if he decided to break your heart through the door instead.

“Of course you are… You’re just… Look, kid. I know you’re in there,” The soft thud against the wood that punctuated his words painted a picture of Dean leaning up against your door. And though you had no way of seeing him, you could almost picture him bringing one of those large hands up to pinch at the bridge of his nose or draw it over his face. Like he always did whenever you frustrated him.

Which was often.

You were nothing if not frustrating to be around.

“Son of a... Can you stop running away for just one second? We need to talk. Open up the door sweetheart… Please,” Dean’s words were soft and inviting, but you couldn’t… There was no way you could make yourself open the door and face him; face having your heart broken. Not when you were dressed in superman shorts and a ratty t-shirt while still shivering from the cold shower.

So, you kept still; only allowing yourself a small intake of air before you held your breath again. Shifting slightly, you hugged your knees to your chest where you sat. In some foolish attempt to protect your fragile heart from the man who unwittingly already held it in his hands by folding in on yourself and using your body to protect the weak, cowardly muscle in your chest.

On the other side of the door, Dean waited for a beat, then another. Still somehow holding out hope that you’d grow a pair and face him. Though he should have known you better by now.

“You can’t run away from me forever (Y/N),” The typical movie villain phrase sounded both seductive and dangerous when leaving the seasoned soldier. Though, in fairness, with your style of flirting; danger and seduction were pretty much synonymous.

And though the little daredevil on your shoulder wanted to respond to the challenge in Dean’s words, you bit your tongue. Even though you had a pre-written list of comebacks prepared for people questioning your ability to run away from your problems (number one on the list being simply that you were very fast) you couldn’t put it to good use. Not without ending up having ‘The Talk’ you’d been dreading through your closed and locked door.

In fucking Superman shorts.

So, instead of bragging about your straight up cartoonish roadrunner speed, you kept silent. Listening, but not fully catching Dean’s tired, groaned mutterings from the other side of your door as your team’s hitter seemed to realize you weren’t going to respond no matter what he said. Choosing instead to tap his knuckles against the wood again with a tired sigh.

“Damn it sweetheart, you’re infuriating,” Dean’s tired voice was followed by another quick tap against your door. Before you heard the unmistakable sound of his bare feet walking away, down the hall towards his own room.

It was only once you heard the muted sound of a door closing somewhere further down the hall that you let yourself breathe easy again. Your body was aching from the frozen hold of your muscles as you finally clambered to your feet again and shakily made your way over to your bed. You doubted you’d be able to sleep. But, hell, you needed to be horizontal to deal with the tidal wave of fears and emotions that were threatening to drown you.

You were the biggest coward to ever coward. And you hated yourself for it. You were a big girl, yet you couldn’t woman up enough to just… Talk to Dean. You knew you had to. Hell, you were ruining the first good thing you’d ever managed to build for yourself.

If you kept running like this, you’d soon literally be on the run again. And Dean wouldn’t just… Not like you. He’d most likely end up despising you. You’d seen those forest green eyes turn steely with hate and anger before. Towards people outside of your little band of thieves. But the idea of having them focused on you that way? Burning in that ice cold way frostbite does, as he stared you down with nothing but hate and fury in his eyes?

Fuck.

If only there was a way to turn off your feelings for the former mercenary. Like how you’d managed to trick yourself into thinking you weren’t still haunted by nightmares of your not-so-pleasant childhood. But no…

You’d already tried that when you first realized that how you felt about him went beyond just physical attraction. It was no use. Dean Winchester was all-encompassing. All you could do was smile, pretend it didn’t hurt to be “just a part of the family” and drown yourself in daydreams, both dirty and innocent ones.

Maybe if you played the part of class clown and younger sister well enough, you’d be able to stay at the bunker. But… Would you even want to? Would you be able to bear it? Then again, you doubted you’d be able to bear the loss of the first family you’d ever found for yourself either… Your family. Sighing, you squeezed your eyes shut and ground your teeth together to not scream in frustration.

You were just running in circles. There was no way out. No plan B.

For once there was no easy escape route for you to rappel your way down and away from danger. There was no neatly stacked and expertly highlighted “What to do if (Y/N) fucks up majorly”-manila folder that you could refer to. You had to make a choice, either way you were losing something. If you ran, you had to run away from everything that you’d found. From the family that made you happy for the first time in your life. But if you stayed… Damn it.

You couldn’t have your cake and eat it too.

Actually, no. Fuck that.

You refused to use that saying. You wanted to punch the first person to mention cake in such a dirty context. ‘Cause cake was way too tasty to ever be spoken about in a situation like the one you found yourself in.

Damn it all to hell.. Now you were frustrated, angry, sad and you wanted cake. Yeah, you’d punch whichever twisted bastard that created the phrase in a heartbeat. You’d punch him good.

Then you’d get two cakes to celebrate, one to eat and one to just… Have. Because fuck that saying.

Not that it helped the situation you were in, but hell... Nothing would. Not even cake. You were doomed to spend your night lying awake and counting down the minutes until Dean found you and broke your heart. The only thing you could do was prepare yourself for the blow. Get ready to roll with the punches, smile through the pain, and cover up any bruises to your heart with bad jokes and even worse decisions.

That, and allow yourself just this one night to think about the kiss you almost shared with the oldest Winchester brother. After that one night, you’d have to erase it from your memory. It would just hurt too much to remember what you’d been so close to tasting, yet could never have.

Taking a shaky breath, you let your tongue wet your lips as you slipped easily back into the memory of the closet. You knew you shouldn’t, that it would just end up hurting you. Yet, it was almost too easy. The feel of Dean’s body against yours was still so clear in your memory. It almost felt like you were truly back there. If only Sam hadn’t spoken up when he did…

Letting your imagination take over, you rewrote the memory in your mind. You were back in the closet, but with no interruptions to save you from Dean’s hungry look and teasing grin.

His body was hard against yours. The arms that had pulled you so dangerously close were roaming the curves of your body, massaging your hips as you rolled against him. Feeling that same mouth watering bulge that had almost made you whimper back in the closet push against you again in your memory. Swallowing a similar whimper, you let your hand travel the length of your body back in your bunker bed. Letting your inpatient, trembling fingers emulate the many overwhelming feelings from just hours earlier.

The look in his eyes, that domineering, in-control look, had you biting your lip to keep from gasping as you relived every second. How he’d let his teeth graze against his plump bottom lip, before letting his tongue soothe their path as he slowly, painfully so, lowered his head until his lips nearly touched yours. And this time, in your daydreams, his lips landed on yours, stealing your breath away. All fire and spice and everything naughty as he swallowed your gasps of air and nibbled on your bottom lip when you made even the slightest sound.

At that moment, all your dirtiest daydreams came true. His rough breath as he nearly growled against your lips. And the feel of his body against yours, calloused fingers shaping the curve of you against him as he greedily swallowed every little sound you dared to make to keep you quiet, to stop the mobsters outside from finding you...

At least for a second.

Before, just as it had in real life, your damned imaginary closet kiss was also interrupted. This time, not by Sam’s voice in your ear, but rather yet another knock on the door that made you stiffen on your bed. Your fingers quickly pulled back as if burned by the hem of your shorts where you’d been playing with the thought of taking your daydreams to the next base.

Once again you were left unable to move a muscle. And, with your body, now heating up but still aching from your earlier involuntary game of freeze tag, every muscle nearly screamed in protest from the sudden tense hold.

Was it Dean again?

Holding your breath, you waited to hear that same intoxicatingly deep voice on the other side of the door that had frozen you in place not all that long ago. Had he changed his mind and decided to break your heart through the door after all? But, whomever was knocking on your door kept silent this time. Choosing to knock again instead of announcing themselves.

Maybe Dean was trying to trick you to come outside and see who it was? Or maybe it was someone else?

Damn it… You needed to know who it was. Even if it was safer to just stay in bed and drown in your daydreams. You and your curious mind demanded answers, even if you were likely to regret going in search of them. As the saying went: Curiosity killed the cat…burglar. Curiosity killed the cat burglar. And, in this specific situation, you were the sneaky feline thief in question.

Moving slowly, to ensure the bed didn’t creak and give you away, you slid off of the sheets, before tiptoeing over to the closed door like a typical cartoon bandit. Leaning in, careful to not knock into the chair still blocking the door, you pushed the shell of your ear against the wood. Listening for any hints that could tell you who was outside.

An overall futile and foolish act altogether. Since, only seconds after you started your cowardly sleuthing, your new guests finally spoke up behind door numero uno.

“It’s me (Y/N) and you’re not as sneaky as you think. I could hear you tiptoeing over and leaning against your door… These rooms aren’t exactly soundproof. Remember? Open up,” Charlie’s voice was a welcome sound as you sighed in relief.

Shaking away the rest of the stiff hold in your limbs, you quickly moved the chair out of the way. Stopping with your hand on the lock to listen for the sound of anyone else in the hallway before unlocking the door. Casting a wary glance down the hallway, you just as hurriedly ushered your best friend into your room and closed your one line of defense against Dean again.

“Could you really hear me?” You stage whispered as soon as the lock was securely latched. Opting to not prop the chair back in its place to save yourself from even more questioning looks from your best friend as you turned to face her. Fearing that Dean would have also heard your attempts at being silent through the door earlier.

“No… But I know you,” Charlie sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she rolled her eyes at you. A look she’d always been a champ at, but had fully perfected after learning the tricks of the trade from the master of the bitch face; one Mr. Sam Winchester.

“What’s up with you anyway? Why are you sneaking around like a… Well, like a thief on the run, which… Sure, you are. But not here. Not at home,“ She added, her green eyes narrowing as she tried to get a read on you.

“A girl can never be too careful you know,” You cringed internally at the slightly elevated pitch to your voice as Charlie eyed you suspiciously, not falling for your weak reasoning and poor acting skills. Thank God your team had an actual grifter on board, because with your lacking skills it was a wonder you’d ever been able to go undercover at all before Cas joined your crew.

Yet, your best friend mercifully didn’t just decide to decimate your weak acting and force the truth out of you. At least not right away. Choosing instead to go with the slow torture method. Which was usually much less her style than it was yours.

“We live in an underground bunker… With a team of the best mercenaries, hackers and con artists on the planet. Who’d be stupid enough to try and break in here?” Charlie challenged with another roll of green eyes as she strode across your room before plopping down on your bed.

“I can think of a few of our enemies who’d like to try. Especially a few of mine,” You squeaked back. Knowing full well they were all currently locked up behind bars. At least the ones that had any notion about where in the big wide world you were. Your personal enemies were still, unfortunately, roaming free. But they also thought you were somewhere in Italy, last you heard.

“I’d like to see them try. Well… Actually, I wouldn’t, but you know Dean or Sam would kick their asses before they even got near this part of the bunker,” Charlie shot back as she lounged on your bed and picked up one of the hardcover Batman comic books you’d borrowed from her stash with a raised eyebrow, before just as easily letting it go against your weak shoulder shrug considering she’d given you a free pass to her collection.

Though, she was clearly not as ready to let go of your latest bout of weird behavior. Since her dropping one issue, of the comic book variety, only meant she was instead choosing to go in for the kill on the big one. The reason she’d come knocking at your door in the first place.

“But seriously… What’s wrong? I mean, I know I’m not always the best at noticing social cues. But you keep running away from Dean like you stole the last slice of pie,” She sighed instead, leafing through the issue of The Long Halloween, though her eyes were still locked on you where you were standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“That was you…” Your weak comeback lacked your usual creative sass as you trudged back to your bed and sank down next to Charlie.

“Don’t change the subject,” Your best friend admonished as she scooted over to make more room for you. Keeping the comic book out of your reach when you tried to grab it from her to hide your shifty eyes and messy feelings behind the safe, broad back of Batman.

“Then don’t steal a man’s pie next time,” You shot back with a huff as you gave up on the comic book and instead chose to grab for your pillow. Holding the soft memory foam pillow close, you shifted on the bed until your back hit the wall and half curled in on yourself. Like the petulant child you were currently acting like.

“… Do I have to go ask Dean instead? ‘Cause I will. Don’t try me,” Charlie challenged, putting the book down and twisting her body to fully face you.

“You don’t have the balls to. I’ll tell him you’re the one that took the last slice of pie,” Not being one to let any challenge pass you by, you shot back with your own.

Though you knew you really shouldn’t be challenging your stubborn best friend. Not about that. Not when the wellbeing of your heart was on the line and the pie issue was a whole week old. Many pies had come and gone since the theft of that one, but your own little ‘issue’ was still fresh out of the oven.

“As I said… Try me,” Was all Charlie deemed necessary to say as she cocked an eyebrow at you before trying to wrestle the pillow you were now half hiding behind out of your iron grip. Which thoroughly failed. There was no way you were giving up your lifeline/pillow when it was all you had left to hide behind.

“Try you? Try me,” Your words came out muffled from behind the pillow, and your eyes were looking everywhere but towards your best friend. Not your best challenge. But hell, if you looked her dead in the eye you had a feeling Charlie would just know everything. Sometimes you were sure she was actually Professor X in disguise with her uncanny ability to read your mind.

Unfortunately, just as you feared. You really shouldn’t have challenged your stubborn best friend.

Especially not when she was already painfully aware that something had gone down and that you were actively running away from Dean. She knew how you felt about him, and she also knew you were a self-sabotaging dumbass. So of course she’d rise to any challenge you put forward.

Which meant... With an over dramatic deep breath for added effect, Charlie said to hell with ‘indoor voices’ as she raised her own voice just a fraction. Though even a fraction could be too much in the bunker, where sound traveled faster and farther than what should be physically possible.

“Hey! De…!”

“Shhhh-ut your trap!” You whisper-yelled at the red head as you dropped the pillow to try and reach out for her in a weak attempt to silence the hacker. An attempt that failed, as she decided to become ninja fast at that exact moment and jump out of your way.

“Make me,” Charlie shot back, her voice back at normal indoor voice levels, as she stood next to your bed. Her arms once more crossed and an eyebrow raised in a silent challenge. You both knew she’d be able to call for Dean before you even had a chance of reaching her. It was futile.

“Damn it… Ok. Sleepover?“ You sighed, finally conceding to your best friend. The only person you almost constantly lost any fight against. She knew too many of your weaknesses. And trying to win against her in a battle of wits was near impossible. She’d make for one hell of a final boss if she decided to turn bad on you one day.

“Only if you let me give you Princess Leia buns,” Charlie quipped back, wanting more now that you’d already made one concession and she knew she’d won the war. The spoils of the war were always decided by the victor afterall.

“…Alright, geek,”You rolled your eyes with a fond smile as you slowly got up from your bed, with your arms held up in surrender. Shaking out your weak legs, you took the few steps across the small room to walk Charlie to the door, knowing she’d still need to get her stuff before any slumber party or hair braiding could happen.

“Go get your stuff, and pick up some beers… Scratch that, grab the whiskey. The good one. Don’t let anyone see you. And when you come back… You know the deal?” You let your voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper again as your hand rested on the lock. Not willing to unlock it for more than the few seconds it took Charlie to sneak back out

“Yeah yeah. ‘Knock to the tune of the DuckTales theme song…’ It’s not my first rodeo,” Your best friend shot back with a grin. Hurrying out of the room and down the hallway to get ready.

Before the night was over she’d have dragged the whole damn sordid tale out of you.

Damn it…

So much for one more night to brood over the kiss that almost was but never would be. But at least you got to be with your best friend. Which should lessen the sting of your upcoming rejection, at least a teensy bit.

After all, what were best friends for if not for confiding in as they messed with your hair and turned you into a sci-fi Disney princess?

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