#giggled so hard when i saw him on my screen during the quest for the first time damn that's crazy

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ouughhh ,, general ,,,,,

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NAURURURUUR UR TAGS ALW GET ME SCREECHING GIGGLING SO HARD ILY BRO

ok but fr i didn't like alhaitham at first,,,,,,,, but he grows on u ok like at first u look at him and ur like pretty but bitchy ew but then u study him closer and he's just !! blunt cuz he doesn't??? care??? somehow ???? but he's not rUDERUDE when u does care he tries ok AND LIKE MAN IS SO AWKWARD PSLPSLSKDB

I MEAN I ALWAYS SMILE WHENEVER I READ ONE OF YOUR WRITINGS WHETHER SMALL OR NOT SO🤭🤭 mwah ily and your writing got me kicking my feet and everything

but like exactly tho,, literally the first time he came onto screen i took a double look when i saw him I CAN’T DENY THAT HE’S VV PRETTY but when i met him during the quest and afterwards and see through the way he talks and acts and such i started to see him maybe a bit more than just some pretty boy (and to quote, “but bitchy ew” JAHAJAAH)

AND THAT’S WHAT I FIND ENDEARING TOO (?!?!!!?)

but bro i can see why kaveh is so fed up with him imagine dealing with him for nearly every minute every day 💀

so uh,,,,,,, thanks for listening to my ted talk :)

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Ginger Snap, Chapter 2

A/N I am breaking probably the only rule I gave myself when I started writing fanfic, which was Don’t Ever Post a WIP.  But lord knows I’m not immune to peer pressure and the narcotic that is reader feedback, so here it is, the second chapter of what is now an open-ended modern AU story about Jamie the Chef and Claire the Kitchen Disaster.  Still a first person Claire POV, so I apologize in advance for any stray pronouns.

For the first chapter, I recommend reading it on Ao3, since I’ve made some minor edits since I first posted it on Tumblr.  See above re. not planning on posting a WIP.

Oh, and funny story.  When I decided to check the location of the real Ginger Snap catering company in Edinburgh, it was squished between “FrazersOnline” and “McKenzie Flooring”.  If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is.  The location I describe below, however, is based on a catering venue here in Ottawa called Urban Element, where I’ve attended a few team-building events.  I have yet to set anything on fire, though.

I checked my phone for the third time, confirming I wasn’t lost.  

Frank and I moved to Edinburgh over the summer, just in time for him to start his position as Associate Professor of History at the University of Edinburgh. Despite our years spent in America, neither of us cared overmuch for driving, so we chose a flat (or rather, Frank chose a flat and I concurred) not far from campus.  Therefore, this was the first time I’d ventured as far afield as Leith, a maritime enclave just to the north of the capital that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be grittily working class or artistically hip. 

When I finally reached the address, I had to smile.  No main street pretensions or non-descript commercial frontage for Ginger Snap Catering.  Before me stood a two-story red brick fire station, still emblazoned with the crest of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Services.  The two massive truck bays were now enclosed by see-through doors that could be drawn back on a sunny day.  Through these a warm yellow light could be seen, spilling onto the grey, damp pavement.

A petite woman with dark hair manned the small reception area, a red-haired toddler clinging to her like a marsupial.  She held a phone to one ear while simultaneously pacing the polished concrete floor.  I stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door, but in such an open space it was impossible not to overhear her side of the conversation.

“... they willna take ‘im back until ‘is fever goes down...  aye, an hour ago when I picked him up but it hasn’t... nay, i dinna think it’s... tis jus’ terrible timing with two weddings t’morrow... Could ye?  Och, I owe ye Mrs. Fitz, a million times o’er... Anytime, we’ll be here.  Alright, soon.”

The speaker turned to me, the harried look of a working mother sharpening her already honed features.

“I apologize fer keeping ye waiting.  What can I do fer ye t’day?”

Before I could respond, the young boy, probably no older than two, began to fuss, rubbing his flushed cheek against his mother’s shoulder.

“Och, mo ghille, Mam kens ye’re poorly.  Mrs. Fitz is coming as fast as she may.”

Unable to quell my instinct to diagnose and then cure, I spoke up.  

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.  Based on his age and the way he’s holding his head, it may be an ear infection.”  At the woman’s penetrating look, I hastened to explain: “I’m a doctor.  Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

Permission granted, I carefully palpated the boy under the jaw and peered as best I could without an otoscope into the offending ear canal.  Confident in my diagnosis, I recommended treatment with a warm compress, an over-the-counter analgesic ear drop, and children’s paracetamol to control his fever.  If, after twenty-four hours the symptoms had not improved, they could consider seeing his pediatrician for antibiotics, but these were only truly necessary for a persistent infection.

“Och, ye ‘ave no idea what a relief it is tae hear ye say so, lass.  He’s my first bairn, ye ken, an’ I can ne’er tell if I’m over-reacting or being negligent.   Can ye say thank ye tae the nice doctor, Wee Jamie?”

My stomach jumped.  “Wee Jamie?  Is he related by chance to Jamie Fraser?”

“Aye, tis his nephew.  I’m Jamie’s sister, Jenny.  Ye ken my brother, then?”

The pieces fell into place, and my insides settled.

“We’ve spoken before,” I explained.  “I’m Claire Beauchamp.  You and your brother helped me with a dinner party emergency last Tuesday.  I came to return your market bags, and to thank you again for coming to my aid during my hour of need.”

Jenny and I spoke for another ten minutes, sharing the superficial narratives of two strangers brought together by circumstance.  She was warm and thistly by turns, and I felt a longing for the honesty of female friendship that I’d given up when we left Boston.  Eventually a matronly woman arrived to collect Wee Jamie.  I carefully wrote down the exact names and dosages of my prescribed remedy.

After Mrs. Fitz and Wee Jamie had left, it occurred to me that Jenny needed to get back to work.  I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do, even if I hadn’t thanked Jamie himself.   As I began to make my goodbyes, however, Jenny interjected. “If ye’re no’ in a rush, why dinna ye join our afternoon cooking class?  My brother will be demonstrating how tae make quiche.  Tis the least we can do, after ye helped Wee Jamie.”

Which was how I found myself standing behind one of six cooking stations arranged across the fire station’s main area, a bright red apron covering my black slacks and saffron turtleneck.  My impetuous curls were slowly breaking ranks from where I’d slicked them into a bun that morning.  I worried I looked like a human Pez dispenser.

I glanced at the workstation immediately to my left.  A slight woman who I guessed to be roughly my own age was engrossed in her phone, a cheeky smirk playing on her berried lips.  Her strawberry blond hair was swept into an effortless chignon that made me twitch with envy.  She looked up from her screen and caught me looking her way.

“Geillis Duncan,” she said, offering a well-manicured hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.  Pleased to meet you.”

“Is it yer first time taking a class, Claire?”  At my nod, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “Ye’re in for a treat.”

Before I could enquire what she meant, a murmur amongst the other students (all women, save one) was accompanied by the heavy tread of work boots on polished concrete and a familiar Scottish burr.

“Good afternoon, everyone.  Thank ye fer joining me on this dreich Scottish day.  I ken a few of ye are new, so let’s start with a brief overview of yer stations and some basic safety reminders, before we tackle the quiche.”

Today Jamie was wearing a pair of olive pants that tapered down his endless legs and a technical shirt that clung valiantly to his upper body.  He looked like he’d just stepped off the nearest rock climbing pitch.  I wondered if he owned anything that answered to the name of a professional wardrobe, but I couldn’t deny that he looked impressive, in an athleisure sort of way.

“See what I mean?” Geillis hissed at me as Jamie made his way to the front of the hall, speaking now about optimal burner temperatures.  “That man is a dozen kinds of yes.”

I concentrated on each step of the ostensibly simple recipe.  Pie crust had been the previous week’s assignment, so I had only to blind bake the prepared dough already at my workstation.  Once I had the crust centered exactly in the pie pan, pierced with a fork in orderly rows and placed in the oven, I rushed to catch up with the others.  I’d missed Jamie’s instructions regarding pan frying the bacon, so I increased the flame, thinking I could make up a little time.  The fatty meat crackled pleasingly as I set it in the lightly greased pan.  I was inordinately proud of myself.

Things went very badly, very fast.  First, my eyes wouldn’t stop watering as I meticulously peeled then dissected the onion into near-transparent crescents. Tears obscured my vision and I tried to wipe them away without contaminating my hands.  To my left I could make out Geillis skillfully cracking eggs into a glass bowl, her pie crust already elegantly filled with crispy morsels of bacon and caramelized onion bits.  

A vague sense of having forgotten something important tickled my mind.  My pie crust!  Grabbing a silicone glove (I wasn’t making that mistake twice) I rushed to the wall oven and extracted the pan.  Giddy with relief, I saw the dough was only a little dark around the edges.  

Before I could return victorious to my station, Jamie uttered a Scottish noise of alarm from his vantage at the front of the class.   We both rushed across the room to where my rashers of bacon now resembled blackened shoe laces obscured by a heavy veil of smoke.  With practiced ease, Jamie lifted the entire skillet into the adjacent sink and turned on the cold water.  A cloud of steam enveloped his head, highlighting his auburn curls.  I bit my lip as he looked my way in amusement.

“I hope ye werena planning on serving quiche to yer faculty guests t’night, Ms. Beauchamp?”

I stood meekly next to Geillis for the remainder of the class, no longer trusted around open flame without adult supervision.   She graciously allowed me to extract her quiche when it was done baking.  It looked like a magazine cover.  Meanwhile, my workstation looked like the scene of an industrial accident.

While we were waiting for her quiche to cook, Geillis and I got to know each other a little better.  She was a Highland lass from up near Inverness.  Married to a wealthy older man, her life sounded like an endless quest for diversion.  Despite this, or because of it, she had a sharp-witted frankness that I appreciated.  She was also a hard-core gossip.

“Wee besom,” she remarked with a nod towards a blond girl who was currently monopolizing Jamie’s attention with endless questions punctuated by manufactured giggles and flicks of her pin-straight hair.  “Tha’s Laoghaire Mackenzie of the Mackenzie brewing dynasty.  They’ve a live-in cook, so there’s only one reason she attends these classes, and it isna for the quiche.”

I watched Jamie laugh over something the girl said, mineral eyes alight and his perfect white teeth on display.  I suppose I couldn’t blame her.  I wasn’t here for the quiche either.

The interminable ninety minute lesson finally ended.  I thanked Geillis profusely and we exchanged numbers before she rushed off for her reiki treatment.  Gathering my trench coat and purse, I tried to slink away without calling any further attention to myself.

“Ms. Beauchamp!”

I cursed under my breath, then turned to face him.

“Please, call me Claire.  After I nearly burned down your place of business, we should probably be on a first name basis.”

Jamie chuckled. It sounded more natural and lived-in than his earlier response to Laoghaire, but I was likely fooling myself.

“Och, wha’s a cooking demonstration wi’out a wee bit of drama.  Will ye be joining us next week?  We’ll be making ceviche, sae I willna need tae put the fire brigade on stand-by.”

“Bastard,” I replied to his cheeky smirk.  “Alas, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cook.  It appears to be the one science I can’t master.”

“Cooking isna a science, Claire,” he explained with sincere intensity.  “Tis an art.  Perhaps tha’s the root of yer struggle.”

“Perhaps it is.  But in that case, I may as well give up now.  I haven’t an artistic bone in my body.”

His languorous perusal of said body lit a different kind of flame in my belly.  Geillis was right; he really was a dozen kinds of yes.

“I canna say as I agree.  Come back any time if ye’d like tae try again.”

I blushed, thoroughly discomfited by his blatant flirting.  He knew about Frank.  He’d fled from him onto my fire escape, for Christ’s sake!  Maybe when you looked like James Fraser, every interaction with a woman was merely a chance to hone your craft.  Or maybe he was truly ignorant of his effect.

“I’ll take that under advisement.  Thank you again, Jamie.”

“Until the next time, Arsonist.”

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Carmuel Missing Scenes/Moments

Warning: (Mild Sexual Situations. Strong Language, Drug Use.)

3x05

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Samuel couldn't sleep next to Rebe. Knowing he'd ruined her life, his guilt was always looming over his head. But it wasn't just about what he'd done to her mother.

He was using her to soothe his own pain and heartache, and he was currently experiencing a new level of self-loathing. He didn't know why he hadn't stopped her when she'd kissed him for the first time.

Not that it was an excuse, but Carla had just broken his heart for the hundredth time, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. He was sad, angry, and confused. But then Rebe'd kissed him, and he jumped into it, without thinking about how it would affect her. And then the police contacted him and everything went even farther downhill. He didn't know how to tell her, how could he just sit her down and tell her, he was responsible for her mother's imprisonment. Oh, and on top of all that, he couldn’t keep seeing her, ‘cause he cared about her as a friend, and it was unfair and selfish of him to lead her on. He couldn't tell Rebe all of that, all at once, it was a lot for anyone to take in.

He was being a coward, he didn't want - what felt like - his only friend to hate him.

He sighed loudly, opening the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water, before walking back to the living room, and slumping down the couch.

Carla.

Closing his eyes, he let her invade his mind. He'd been trying so hard to keep her out all day, and now that he was alone, he finally let go of all pretenses and allowed thoughts of her to fire up his insides.

He was in love with her.

He knew that what he felt for Carla was something he had never experienced before, not with Marina, or anyone else.

But what was daunting, was the fact that he was sure he'd never feel that kind of love for anyone else. Well, not in the same all-encompassing way he had with her.

She was consuming from the start, everything with her had felt intoxicating, feverish, crazed. But it’d also felt grounded, peaceful, and real. So real, it was terrifying. It hadn't been his plan to kiss her that day in the club, but he couldn't stop himself, her burning proximity had caused wild abandonment to take over. And even though, he knew she had done it to play him, it was still mind boggling that she'd actually kissed him back, and then she'd proceeded to fuck him into an explosive, confusing, and overwhelming emotional tornado. He'd never forget what it had been like to touch her for the first time, to kiss her for the first time, the reviving shock that rushed through his system, the second his skin had come in contact with hers. His whole body had ignited with a need he didn't think he was capable of feeling. He never stood a chance.

It was almost laughable, to think about how he'd thought he wouldn't fall for her. That he could've had finished his quest, without his heart getting crushed in the process.

And he kept going back for more. Talk about fucking masochism.

His phone vibrated beside him, frowning, he grasped it with a huff. Who was calling so late?

Carla.

He jolted up so fast, almost dropping his phone, his heart beating in his throat.

Was she really calling? Or did he actually think about her so much that he was hallucinating it?

He took in a shaky breath, tapping his thumb on the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Carla?" he could hear her breathing, and his, immediately picked up.

"Carla, please answer."

"Hey."  his eyes slid shut at her voice.

"Hey - did you mean to call me?"

"Yes."

She didn't lie. He smiled, but then he remembered the time, his brows knitted with worry. "Are you okay? It's almost three in the morning."

"I'm fine."

And she was back to lying, he should really get used to the disappointment. "No, you're not."

She exhaled softly through the phone, and his stomach instantly fluttered, wishing she were next to him. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I called, I was just sitting here and I couldn't - I, I - I don't - "

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you don't need to explain. Call me anytime."

She didn't respond for so long, he thought she'd hung up. But then he heard a muffled, gasping cry, and his heart stopped.

"Carla, what's going on?"

"Can you just talk?" her voice was so small.

"What?"

"Just talk. Say anything."

"I don't understand." his concern was still gripping him.

"Please, Samuel, just talk to me. Tell me something."

"Uh - " his throat closed up when realization dawned on him. She needed the distraction. "Okay, erm. . .I've never seen Titanic."

There was a moment before she let out a light giggle. "That's so weird."

"Hey! It's not that weird."

"No, it's weird, 'cause I've never seen it either."

"Really?"

"Hmm. People always make me feel like shit for it too."

"I know, as if we're uncultured or something."

"I swear, I haven't watched it yet, just to spite them."

He chuckled. "Agreed. People can be so annoying about that film."

"So, what other popular movies haven't you watched?"

He could feel his smile stretch even wider, all his worries calming down, as they started an impromptu discussion about overrated and underrated movies, Spanish or otherwise.

"It's been so long since I've just sat down and watched a movie," she said quietly.

"Oh yeah? How long?"

She didn't answer right away. "Since that dumb one you made me watch."

His heart constricted in his chest, he remembered that night so vividly, it was one of his favorite memories with her. She had come over one night, without even calling as usual, and while she'd had other plans in mind, plans he'd very much wanted as well, but at that point he was too far gone for her. He had just wanted to spend time with her, an itch in his skin that had needed to know her, to sit with her, so he could just watch her and listen to her speak. So he'd convinced her to watch a film with him first, though, they had only managed to watch half of it, before they both got sidetracked.

"We've established this, Carla. Spider-man is not dumb."

"Yes it is, the whole concept is ridiculous. And they should really stop making them already."

"One day, I'll make you love superheroes."

Oh, shit Fuck, he probably shouldn't have said that.

"I doubt it," she replied with ease. Thank god, he didn't spook her.

"I don't. You'll be wearing full-on geek t-shirts in no time."

She laughed, the sound heating his gut. "Keep dreaming, Samuel."

Dreaming about her was all he did anyway.

As though she could hear his thoughts, it got quiet between them, but it wasn't awkward. He wanted so badly to ask her what was wrong, but it was pointless, she was determined to keep him in the dark, and as much as he hated it, he knew it would only push her away if he tried interfering again. And he was so happy she called, he didn't want to risk her hanging up.

A crazy idea abruptly appeared in the forefront of his mind. Maybe if he trusted her with one of his secrets, maybe she'd know he trusted her. Maybe then she she'd know she could trust him too. But he was scared of what she was going to say. Even if a part of him knew, she was the only one who could ever understand. He still didn't want to risk how she saw him, what she thought of him.

"It was - it was me," he stammered, running a nervous hand through his hair. "I told the police about Rebe's mother. Well, I agreed to help them."

"What?" she asked, voice filled with shock.

Then he told her the whole story, and why he had done it. She remained silent for a brief moment, and he could've sworn he stopped breathing during it.

"I get it." three simple words and he could breathe again.

He knew she would.

"I mean, you're certainly no boyfriend of the year, but I get it." she said.

He snorted at her comment, a weird feeling taking over him at her use of the word boyfriend, his body rejecting it. Fuck, he was such an asshole. He needed to break up with Rebe as soon as possible, if he had any chance of ever salvaging their friendship.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted quietly.

"Maybe someday, she'll understand. Her mother is guilty."

He couldn’t help but notice the few similarities. He knew Carla was still mad that he’d manipulated her feelings into confessing, and it had been the hardest thing he ever had to do, knowing the price was losing her. But a part of her had to understand, because Polo was guilty.

"I know, but I was being selfish, all I could think about was helping my family. Myself. And now her life is all messed up."

"Wait, why aren't they back yet?"

He gritted his teeth. "They told me it takes time."

"You think they're lying?"

"They better not be."

"You'll get them back, Samuel. Don't worry."

He smiled sadly to himself, her reassurance meant more to him than she could possibly know. And suddenly the pain of losing her came back full force, the unrelenting thoughts, that he couldn't have her, to comfort him, kiss him, and simply be with him.

Would he ever get her back?

Knowing better than to voice his thoughts, he simply settled on. "I hope so."

"Like they say, the things we do for family, right?" he said slowly, after a pause of silence.

"Yeah," she said, "at least yours deserve it."

His brows furrowed, her broken voice filling him with the need to hug her. Before he could utter a word, he heard a male voice in the background. It didn't belong to her father.

"Carla? You're still up?"

Yeray. She was with him. His fists clenched, was he at her house? Was she at his? The painful contraction of his heart wouldn't stop. His mind instantly imagining them in various sexual scenarios. He vehemently shook his head to himself. Fuck, no. He didn't even care to stop and think about his hypocrisy in that moment, his hurt and jealousy taking control.

"You're with him?" the bitter question slipped before he could stop it.

"I'll be right there, Yeray. " she paused, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Good night."

And then she hung up. The loss of her voice in his ear making him feel even more suffocated.

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The raging party around him did nothing but put him more on edge. His anxiety rising by the minute, Rebe was sure that the guy they were waiting for was going to lead her to the culprit. To him.

Rebe was talking to him, but he wasn't really listening, he was preparing himself for what was to come, he couldn't get rid of the pit in his stomach. He took a large swig of his drink, eyes roaming around the room, and that was when he saw her. Saw what she was doing.

"I'll be right back," he told Rebe, not caring if she heard him, but he could feel her stare on his back.

His feet were moving instinctively, advancing quickly in her direction, his heart thudding with confusion and fear. Once he reached her, he blindly went for her hand just as she was about to take another hit, slapping it away from her.

She gasped, looking at him, her eyes a little unfocused. "What the hell, Samuel?"

"What the hell?" he repeated lowly. "seriously, what the fuck are you doing, Carla?"

"Having fun. Go away." she beamed mockingly, turning around to leave, his palm instantly reached for her wrist, wheeling her back around.

"No, you're doing drugs," he bit out, his words sounding foreign to him. His disbelief at the sight in front of him still present in his belly.

"How observant." she rolled her eyes, before they widened and she smiled at something behind him. "Yeray! Over here!"

His jaw clenched at the sound of the name falling from her lips with such excitement, a second later, Yeray appeared next to her.

"Let's dance!" she grabbed Yeray's hand, dragging him behind her.

Samuel was rooted in place, staring at her as she danced, his shock drumming in his chest. What the fuck was going on with her? The contrast of what he was sure he knew of her, and what he was seeing was incredibly jarring.

The fact that she kept touching and doting on Yeray didn't help his spiraling emotions, he tried drawing in calming breaths, but the combination of witnessing her using drugs and then kissing Yeray was too much. He slammed his drink on the table behind him, his mind on one thing, as he strode towards her steadfastly.

"I need to talk to you," he said, reaching the spot in front of her, completely ignoring who she was dancing with.

"What the..?" Yeray said, confused.

"I'm busy, Samuel," she said, not even sparing him a glance. And he fucking hated it.

"Carla, it's important. We need to talk. Now."

"Nope."

"Carla - "

"Hey, she said she doesn't want to. Just leave," Yeray spoke from behind him.

"I'm clearly not talking to you."

"Well, clearly, she doesn't want to speak with you."

He ignored him, eyes on Carla as she swayed carelessly. "Carla, I have to talk to you alone."

"Seriously? Leave us alone, man."

He closed his eyes, trying to keep his anger in check. "Stay out of this."

"I don't think so." Yeray jabbed him lightly on the shoulder.

Wrong move, rich boy.

He pushed him back roughly. "I told you to stay out of this, you - "

"Ugh!" Carla interrupted impatiently. "Enough of this."

"I'll talk to you, happy?" she grinned sarcastically at him, before directing her gaze to Yeray with a warm smile. "I'll be right back, love."

His body lurched with disgust, hearing her call Yeray, love.

Without providing any further information, she started sauntering away, and he immediately followed. When they found an empty backroom, they both walked inside. Closing the door behind them, he turned around to look at her, his fuming heart halting for a second at the sight that greeted him.

She was leaning heavily against the wall, her whole demeanor from before entirely changed, as she regarded him with openly lustful eyes, a seductive smirk on her sinful lips, her slender fingers catching the hem of her dress, hiking it up tantalizingly slow.

Fuck.

"What do you want, Samuel?" her husky voice sent shivers straight down his spine, and right to his rapidly aching member.

She was too beautiful, too alluring. Everything about her was devastatingly unfair.

He inhaled sharply, trying to cool down his anatomy. "Don't try to distract me. You know it won't work."

Her giggle was sultry and airy. "It used to, though. Remember?"

Recalling their past trysts. Dangerous fucking territory.

"We're not leaving here until you tell me, what the hell was that out there?"

She was slowly making her way towards him, looking at him passionately. "You mean, dancing with my boyfriend?"

He blanched outwardly, and from the grin that spread over her face, it was the exact reaction she wanted, she finally reached him, just an inch away, and he prayed silently to have the strength to resist whatever she was about to do.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Oh, right, the drugs," she said nonchalantly.

The second she said it, it hit him as hard as it did when he'd seen her just moments ago. He took a step closer this time.

"This is serious, Carla. Why would you do that? How did you even get it?"

It was too easy to get drugs, he knew that firsthand. Valerio and Rebe crossed his mind. But they were smarter than to actually sell to Carla. No, there was no way it was them.

"So many questions." she groaned, "do you ever just live, Samuel?"

She was evading again. "What is going on with you?"

"Nothing is going on. You just like to ruin my fun."

He rubbed an agitated hand over his face, she was obviously influenced from the drugs, and this was going no where. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. Right now, I need to take you home."

"Fuck off. I'm not going anywhere." she scoffed, twisting around him, hitting his shoulder harshly as she started making her way towards the door. Once again, he had to catch her by the arm to twirl her back to him.

"Carla, you have to go home. I can't just let you go out there - "

"Let me?" she snarled, shoving him back, eyes shooting daggers. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Carla, calm down, I only meant you need - "

"The only thing I need is to be rid of you. Which I can't seem to do, no matter how hard I try."

Her words never failed to hurt him, it didn't matter that he knew she was doing it on purpose, it didn't matter how many times she did it, her hold on him was stronger than even he could fathom sometimes. The way she could unravel him so easily, whether it was with desire, longing, doubt, or anger. She could break him so quickly, and the most pathetic part was, he didn't care.

"Listen," he began softly, "you're on drugs, Carla. And I'm just worried, so please, you have to be some place safe where you can sleep it off, okay?"

"And you think that place is my house?"

It wasn't the first time she’d made a similar comment, and she never elaborated. And if he asked her to, he knew he wouldn't be getting any answers, all he wanted was to get her somewhere, where he knew she would be okay till morning.

"Where do you wanna go then?"

Please don't say Yeray's. Just please don't.

"I want to. . ." she sang slowly, spinning in place, "stay out all night!"

"That's not gonna happen."

She laughed humorlessly. "You don't get a say in what I do, handsome."

He huffed. "Carla, I'm calling a car, you can wait here. And we're definitely discussing all of this later."

He took his phone out of his back pocket, but before his fingers could move an inch, it was snatched away from him.

"Right." she held the phone up in front of him. "no, thank you."

And then she flung it across the room at the wall behind him, he heard its impact, the phone clattering against the wall loudly before falling to the floor.

A low rumbling sound of anger left him, as he stepped towards her, pushing her back against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

She simply smirked. "Oh, don't be mad, I'll buy you a new one."

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Carla,"

"Actually, I take that back. I like it when you're mad," she whispered, her hands making their way up his chest, he immediately caught them, his skin already tingling.

"Carla, listen to me. Please go home."

"No."

"You have to."

She grumbled, "Why won't you just leave me the fuck alone?"

He sighed, feeling a twinge in his chest. "I told you. I can't."

She pouted mockingly. "Ah, poor Samuel. Look at you, so tortured. Just a walking cliche, aren't you?"

"I - "

"Your ex-girlfriend is dead," she interjected, and his stomach dropped at her words.

"And your brother is accused of killing her," she continued sardonically, "but we all know he didn't do it. I mean, he was fucking her, oh so lovingly, behind your back."

"Stop," he said through shallow breathing.

"You tried to reveal the truth, but you failed miserably. So your brother left, and your mother followed." she breathed in, looking him in the eye. "Then I left you too."

"And now." she snickered, "you're still chasing after me, while being with someone else. Marina would be so proud."

He shrank back, the cruel words pressing on his nerves, that was the last straw, he backed her further into the wall. "Whatever you think you're doing, is not going to work. And I'm not cheating."

"Oh, you are. Cheating is more than just the physical stuff. But hey, we can fix that if you want."

He flinched at the truth, which only made him angrier as he spat his next words. "I'm only trying to help you, because no one else seems to care."

Her eyes lowered, and for a split second he could see the effect his words had on her, but then she smiled, her arms circling his shoulders.

"Only helping, huh? So if I kissed you, you wouldn't kiss me back?"

He tried to answer, opening his mouth to tell her no, he wouldn't kiss her. But nothing came out, his gut, heart, and body, knew exactly what he would do if she touched him.

She leaned in closer, and his lungs momentarily stopped calling for oxygen. She softly brushed his lips, once, twice; feeding that ever growing flame, she had planted deep inside him the first time he'd kissed her.

"Please do - "

And then her lips parted his ardently, effectively shutting him up. The need for her, that he was constantly trying so hard to keep at bay, flared up with a vengeance as her taste hit his tongue. They both moaned, their mouths molding together in such a familiar, intense dance, that made his whole body ache with want.

Her hand traveled down his chest leisurely, until she reached his hardening length, palming him softly. He groaned, his fingers clutching her neck, driving his tongue deeper, as he devoured her mouth.

"Samuel." she gasped against his hungry lips.

That single, captivating utterance of his name, crashed into his foggy mind and alerted him to his surroundings.

"Stop," he rasped, wrenching his mouth away, when she went for him again, her hands trying to grasp his face, he seized both her wrists.

"Carla, stop!" he needed to control himself, "you're not in the right state of mind to be doing this. Or anything else. Go home now."

She blinked slowly.

"Get the fuck off then!" she then said sternly, struggling in his grip, before elbowing him away.

"You know what, Samuel? I will go home right now. With Yeray, that is," she told him, wheeling around and opening the door.

"Carla,"

"No need to worry, he'll take really good care of me." she sent him a wink, before storming out, an unbalanced sway in her steps.

He stood frozen for a second, his veins pulsing, palms sweating. His legs and brain finally caught up, as he marched forward.

"Carla!" There were too many bodies around, and he couldn't see for shit. Fuck, he kept bumping into people.

A few minutes later, he found her, and he wished he hadn't. His eyes fell on her and Yeray, locked in a heated embrace. His muscles tightened, his cheeks flushing with quiet fury. He watched as she drew back, grabbing Yeray's hand with a grin and pulling him towards the exit. They both climbed the stairs and right before she disappeared from his sight, she turned around, sensing his imploring gaze, and smiled.  

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"Samu, do you love me?"

It was a while after Carla had left, and while he'd been trying hard to pay attention to Rebe, it didn't work. He was thankful when she’d left for the bathroom, giving him time to breathe, and get rid of her bag. But ever since she came back from the restroom, she'd been acting weird.

He didn't mind her question, it was easy to answer, not so easy to vocalize. Because he did love her, just not in the way she thought he did. It was his opportunity to tell her, she just gave him an opening, and he needed to tough it out.

"Of course I do." he took a deep breath, getting ready for what he had to say next.

"I just had to make sure," she said before he could speak, grabbing both his hands and holding them up, he looked at his strange colored palms in confusion.

So she explained to him her whole plan. Guilt enveloped him tightly, his mind scrambling for something to say, but she didn't let him, talking over him, before quickly punching him and walking away.

"Rebe, wait."

She whirled around to face him again, scowling. "Who am I kidding? That wasn't the reason you got close to me. No, no, it was her. You hooked up with me to get over your fucking marchioness."

"Rebe, - "

"Don't you dare humiliate me more than you already have. Not after what I just found out. Be honest with me, you never saw me that way. I was nothing but a distraction to ease your heartbreak. Just admit it."

"I - I'm so sorry." he hung his head in shame.

She nodded in resignation. "I guess it's a little on me too. I wanted you so much, I chose to ignore what is so glaringly obvious."

She took a small step forward. "But snitching on my mother, I didn't see that coming. I thought you were my friend."

"I am. I'm sorry, but just let me explain,"

"Save it!" she snapped, briskly leaving him.

He was still reeling from what had happened with Carla, and that did not help.

He had lost Carla, his family, and now his friend. And during all of his turmoil, it was his bad luck, that his eyes landed on Polo, as he danced with Valerio and Cayetana. They were kissing, laughing, happy. He watched with an icy glare, letting his hatred and rage surge through him freely.

[thomas-and-the-chocolate-factory]

Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 2

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Crossover

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

Masterpost

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Thomas’ stomach growled as he dejectedly walked home from his paper route. He groaned, hugging his tummy as he walked, rain soaking him as he went. Curse Florida weather...

It seemed his wish upon a star had not been accepted. Instead of some miracles coming his way, things had gotten worse. Breakfast wasn’t an option for anyone at the orphanage anymore. Instead, they had to go hungry until lunch. So, Thomas had only had one meal so far today, and it wasn’t even that good. The food served as school meals cannot count as actual food. How are they allowed to serve that stuff?

He got even more annoyed when a van drove quickly past him, going through a large puddle in the process, which splashed over Thomas, soaking him even more. Thomas took a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper, glaring at the van, only to pause when he saw what van it was: a Duke chocolate van.

Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed. It was known through the town that the vans delivering Duke chocolate only left the factory after dark - something that only added to Remus’ cryptidness. Seeing one out during the day was very strange.

And it got even stranger when the van pulled to a stop nowhere near a candy store, and instead by a lamp post. An arm reached out the window, sticking a flier to it, before the van drove off.

Thomas blinked, watching it go, before his attention went back to the lamp post. He wandered over to it, reading the message written on the note.

Dear guys, gals and non-binary pals all around the world,

I, Remus Duke, am opening my factory to the public. But hold your horses, don't come running to my factory just yet! Not just anyone can come. I will be sending out five golden tickets hidden under the wrappers of five Duke chocolate bars for children to find. The five children who do find the tickets will be invited on a tour around the factory conducted by myself, and after will be given a lifetime supply of chocolate. However, one child may receive a different, special prize should I see them fit for it...

Happy hunting, and good luck!

Remus Duke

Oh. My. Gosh.

Thomas pulled the flier off of the post, needing to feel it to see it was actually real. It was. Oh my gosh, Remus Duke’s factory was opening.

After staring at the letter in shock for a few more seconds, he turned and took off running. He didn’t stop, going as fast as he possibly could until he arrived at the orphanage, practically slamming on the door instead of knocking. After a few moments, it was opened by Dot.

“Thomas, you’re soaking! Come on in, let’s get you dri-”

“Dot, look look! I saw this being put up coming back from my paper route! The factory, it’s opening! Remus Duke’s opening his factory!” Thomas pushed the flier into Dot’s hands, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

He honestly didn’t know why he was so excited. He knew full well, he had basically no chance of winning a ticket and being able to go on the tour. Well, he had a chance, but only one: the Duke bar he’d get on his birthday, which was coming up soon. But that was the only chance he’d have. Other kids would be able to get tens, maybe hundreds of bars a week. Thomas and the other children in the orphanage could only get a single one a year. Thomas shouldn’t have been getting his hopes up like he was…

“This is real?” Dot asked, drawing Thomas’ attention back to the present.

Thomas nodded. “I saw a Duke truck drive by and the person driving it pinned it up!”

“Thomas, that’s wonderful news. I bet everyone will be really excited. I’ll go spread the news, and in the meantime you should probably have a warm shower and get dry. We don’t want you getting sick, do we?”

Thomas nodded, before turning and running off upstairs and to the bathroom. One shower later, he got dressed into some clean, though still tattered and old, clothes, before running back downstairs. It was obvious Dot had told the other kids what had happened, as everyone was gathered in the living room, talking excitedly. When Thomas came in, two of the younger kids in particular ran up to him.

“Thomas! Is it true?! Is the factory really opening?!” Kai bounced on the balls of his feet as he asked.

Thomas nodded. “Yep!”

“Your birthday’s coming up!” Elliot said. “You could win a ticket and get to go!”

“I really really hope I will.” Thomas did wish on that star a few days ago… Maybe this was because of it! Maybe he was destined to win a ticket; maybe, on his birthday, fate was going to make it so that there would be a golden ticket within his chocolate bar, and that would be the good luck he wished for!

“Now, Elliot, don’t get his hopes up,” Larry said. “There are millions of Duke bars being sold every day. It’s highly unlikely Thomas will win a ticket and be able to go. It’s practically impossible in fact.”

“Larry…”

“What?” he turned to his wife, who had folded her arms. “We shouldn’t give them false hope. It’d just be cruel to make them excited and then have it torn away.”

Dot sighed. “I guess… but they don’t get much to be excited about. We should let them have something to be happy about.”

The two continued talking to each other, most of the children ignoring them and going back to their excited chatter, talking about what they thought the factory and the man who ran it would be like. Thomas was the only one who kept focused on Dot and Larry’s conversation. He guessed Larry was right, he shouldn’t get his hopes too high. Not to mention, winning a ticket would just let him tour around the factory. And while, yes, that would be amazing and a dream come true for him, it wouldn’t help with what was important. A lifetime supply of candy can’t make up for proper nutritious meals. Meeting Remus Duke wouldn’t save the orphanage from closing. He shouldn’t put so much on the idea of winning.

“Thomas? Are you okay?” Elliot must have noticed his thoughtful expression.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just a little tired after school and work.” He raised his voice so all the other kids would hear and listen. “How about we put on a movie?”

Voices of agreement rang through the living room. Suggestions for movies were called out as Thomas went and got a bowl and notepad. Once the suggestions were put forward, Thomas handed out strips of paper for everyone to vote. When all the votes were in the bowl, Thomas counted.

Soon, all the kids were gathered around the living room, as well as Dot and Larry, whose discussion had ended, watching Tangled. And as Rapunzel sang, Thomas couldn’t help but wonder. In the film, Rapunzel went on a quest to get what she wanted: to leave the tower and see the lanterns. But she ended up getting what she needed: to be reunited with her family and be free from Mother Gothel.

What if something like that was true for Thomas? What if getting what he wanted -  winning a tour around the factory - would lead to getting what he needed - a new happy life and an orphanage that won’t close?

And that thought? Well, it was hard not to get his hopes up when thinking about it.

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Patton giggled as Toby excitedly ran over and jumped up onto his bed, curling up to his side. He scratched the scruff of the dog’s neck as he settled down under his duvet. “Night, Tobes.”

Patton made sure his night light was on, before flicking off the lamp on his bedside and laying down to go to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he slept - heck, he didn’t know if he even got to sleep at all - before the door to his bedroom was pushed open, light spilling into the room.

“Sorry to wake you, Pat, but there’s something I think you’d really want to see!” Harley was smiling brightly from his doorway.

Patton rubbed his eyes, sitting up and turning his lamp back on. “What is it…?”

“Come see!” Harley came over, taking his hand, and leading him out of his bed and out to the living room. Toby followed at Patton’s heels as the boy, clutching his favourite plush toy - a frog - to his chest, went over and sat on the couch. He blinked at the TV, willing his tired eyes to focus on the bright screen. It took him a moment to realise that the blurriness wasn’t because he was tired, but because he forgot to put on his glasses before leaving his room. Luckily, it seemed his mother had seen him overlook this and gone to get them, as Harley suddenly slipped them onto his face.

“Thanks, Mum!” Patton gave Harley a thankful smile, before looking back to the screen as Harley unpaused it.

It was a news report. Patton was confused at first as to why, of all things, his mother would show him a news report. He was only ten, usually he wasn’t told about stuff in the news unless it was really important stuff.

But as the report went on, Patton found his eyes widening in excitement and shining in amazement. When the report finished, he could barely form words. He turned to his mother, who was smiling at the joy on his face. “How about I get you a Duke bar for you to have before you go back to bed?”

Patton nodded, and Harley headed off to the kitchen. Patton looked down at Toby, smiling. “Did you see the TV, Tobes?! Isn’t it exciting?! Oh, I really really really hope I get to go! It’d be a dream come true…”

Harley came back, handing Patton the chocolate bar. Patton went to excitedly tear it open, only to pause before he did so. Harley frowned. “What’s the matter, Pattoncake?”

“Nothing, I just… I’m really excited. I really really hope a ticket is in this.” Patton closed his eyes, wishing as hard as he could possibly wish, before opening the bar.

He opened his eyes.

Nothing. Just a chocolate bar. He sighed. “Oh… oh well. I guess I can always buy some more after school tomorrow?”

Harley smiled at her son’s optimism, kissing his head as he started eating the Duke bar. “I’ll give you some money tomorrow morning. Now finish that chocolate, and then it’s back to bed, Pattoncake.”

Patton nodded, munching happily at the chocolate bar. He was going to win a ticket, he just knew it! It was his dream after all. He’d eat as many Duke bars as it took!

-

Knock knock knock!

Romulus didn’t look up from his laptop as he called “Come in!” to whoever the person outside his office door was. He was in the process of writing an email to the CEO of another company and he could be about to make the biggest business deal of his life. He wouldn’t let himself get distracted by one of his workers, probably demanding a pay rise they didn’t need, and threatening a strike they would never follow through with if they didn’t get it.

“Mr Salt?”

Now Romulus looked up from his laptop, frowning. “Pryce? What are you doing here? It’s past Roman’s bedtime, you should be at home with him.”

Pryce stepped into the room. “I know, it’s just there was just an announcement on the news, and Roman demanded to come see you right after. I told him to wait in the car while I informed you, and though I know he probably won’t listen and will scream it to you whenever he gets here, I thought I should let you know calmly first: Remus Duke is opening his factory.”

Romulus’ eyes widened. “He’s what?” He paused. “This could be a great business opportunity… Possible partnership between Salt’s Nut Corporation and Duke Chocolate...”

“The news said that five tickets have been hidden in the wrappers of Duke bars, and those who win them will get to go on a tour of the factory. So, Roman will probably want you to buy as many as you can so that he can go.”

Perfectly on time, the door to the office suddenly slammed open, Roman storming in. Romulus and Pryce shared a ‘here we go’ kind of look, before Roman started ranting.

“I want a golden ticket! Get me a golden ticket !”

Romulus nodded. “Yes, of course, Roman. I’ll start placing orders for Duke bars later tonight, and you can open them when they arri-”

Roman scoffed. “Are you kidding me? I’m not opening all those bars by myself!” He paused, before a grin spread across his face. “Get your workers to do it!”

Romulus blinked at his son, before raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Your workers spend all day shelling nuts. When the bars arrive, make them start opening up the chocolate to find me a ticket instead. And I won’t take no for an answer!”

Romulus sighed. That would not at all be profitable, stopping production for so long… but if he didn’t do as his son said, he would never hear the end of it. The screaming… the screaming would never end. He’d need all the headache medication he could possibly afford to get through it.

“Okay, Roman, I’ll get my workers to look for a bar for you.”

The anger disappeared from Roman’s face, replacing itself with a sweet smile. “Great!” He turned, and marched out of the office. “... PRYCE! LETS GO!”

Pryce jumped at the yell. “Uh, coming!” He turned to Romulus. “Goodbye, sir.” He quickly hurried from the room after Roman.

Romulus sighed, opening the Duke website on his laptop, and starting to place orders.

-

“Excellent vault, Alexander! Next time, try not to stumble when you land. Stay strong and keep your form. Now, Logan, you’re up.”

Logan stepped up to the run, taking his gum out of his mouth and sticking it behind his ear. Rather unhygienic, he knew, but where else was he supposed to keep it? He couldn’t exactly keep chewing while vaulting, he’d choke on it.

Today in his gymnastics club, they were supposed to be doing front handsprings on the vault. Logan, however, had a little surprise up his sleeve.

He sprinted down the run, jumped on the springboard, and planted his hands on the vault, performing the front handspring with ease. However, as he pushed off the vault to land, he added in a half twist before his feet planted solidly on the mat. He stood up straight, smiling proudly as Mr Wyatt called out, “Excellent, Logan! Now, Logan just demonstrated a front handspring with a twist on the landing. That is what you’ll be learning after you’ve perfected the front handspring.” He turned to Logan as the boy walked back over, popping his gum back into his mouth. “I’m assuming you’ll work on something a little more difficult for then?”

Logan nodded. “Definitely. I’m thinking-”

He was interrupted when the door slammed open. “LOGAN!”

Logan’s best friend, Joan, was running over so fast it was a miracle their beanie didn’t fly off their head. They panted as they came to a stop in front of Logan. “Duke… opening… tickets…”

Logan went over to where his water bottle was resting at the side of the room, picking it up before running back over and offering it to Joan. They muttered a “Thanks”, taking a drink and a deep breath before speaking more clearly. “Remus Duke is opening his factory!”

Almost immediately, all the other boys gathered around Logan and Joan, yelling questions, all desperate to hear what Joan had to say. They quickly answered, explaining what they knew. “He’s released five tickets hidden in Duke bars, you need to find one to get to go!”

“Okay, the session’s over early today, boys, you can all get ready to head home!” Mr Wyatt called out. He seemed just as excited about the news as all the kids.

“Wait here, I’ll be out in a minute,” Logan told Joan before he turned and ran to the changing rooms along with all the other boys. When he arrived and started getting changed out of his leotard, his phone vibrated with a message.

Pa: You’ll win a ticket, won’t you? You’re my little champion after all.

Logan smiled, before responding.

Logan: Of course. Win or die trying.

He finished getting dressed, straightening his tie, before heading back out to Joan, the two leaving the gym.

As they started walking down the road, Joan frowned. They pointed behind them. “Isn’t the store that way?”

Logan, however, didn’t turn around. “If you want to look for a bar, go ahead. But I’m not heading to the store, I’m heading to my house. There’s no need to waste a bunch of money and time getting a bunch of chocolate bars. All I need is a little bit of research.”

Joan raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. “Suit yourself. Good luck!” They turned, heading in the direction of the candy store.

Logan continued his way home, pulling his phone from his pocket as he blew a bubble with his gum. Time to see if he could get some information about Duke chocolate distribution over the last few days.

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“Shoot shoot shoot shoot!”

“What’s up?”

“Not much, apart from the fact there’s a fricking creeper in my house! How did you get in here?! Leave!!!”

Virgil chuckled, calmly collecting wheat from his farm in Minecraft. Andy didn’t seem to appreciate the lack of reaction from the other boy. “C’mon, Verge, get over here and help me!”

“Hmm… nah, no thanks. Not gonna put myself in harm’s way. I’m not losing all this experience.”

“Betrayal. Complete and utter betrayal, Verge. I thought you were my friend.”

Virgil shrugged. “Hey, at least I just didn’t arrive at all despite saying I would.” He paused. “Where is Missy, anyway?”

“Dunno- GOD DAMN IT! The creeper blew up! I didn’t even get close to it! Oh, my precious items...”

“Big oof.”

It was at that moment that Missy finally joined the discord call. “GUYS! MY BROTHER JUST TOLD ME THE BEST NEWS!”

“It can wait, Missy, get in the game. I need all hands on deck to rebuild my house.”

“Your house can wait, Andy! No offence, but I really don’t care!”

“Full offence taken.”

“Ssh! Ssh! Shut up, Andy! Let me speak!” Missy took a deep breath. “Guys… Pranks told me that Remus Duke is opening up his factory.”

There was a long pause, before Virgil replied, “Um… Missy, you literally gave your brother the nickname Pranks. Has it occurred to you that maybe, possibly, this could be a prank? I mean… the Duke factory hasn’t opened for years.”

“No, I mean it! I was sceptical at first as well, but I looked it up, and it’s true! Everywhere’s reporting on it. Go on, google it yourselves.”

Virgil pulled his phone from his pocket, assuming Andy was doing the same. He googled ‘Duke opening’ and, lo and behold, all the results were news sites announcing that the factory was indeed opening.

“Holy sugar honey iced tea…” Andy mumbled.

“Told ya! Five tickets are hidden in Duke bars. You find one of them, you get to go.” Missy gasped. “Hey! We should all try and win one each! Then we can all finally meet each other in person!”

“Sounds cool!” Andy said.

Virgil, though, wasn’t so sure. Whenever either of the other two brought up meeting in person, he tried to subtly decline, pretending he was busy or something. He was scared. What if they didn’t like who he was in real life? What if, after spending a day together, they decided they didn’t want to play with him anymore? “I dunno, guys… I mean, it’s really unlikely any of us will win one. Even less likely that all three of us do.”

“There’s still a chance,” Missy replied, finally joining the Minecraft server. “And hey, even if not all of us win, maybe one of us will, and that person can tell the rest of us about the factory.”

“I’m in,” Andy said. “Verge? C’mon, buddy, don’t miss out.”

Virgil didn’t know why his response was what it was, and he regretted saying it right after. But he sighed, “Fine. I’m in."

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[sechskiesatnight]

Bad kitten

◇ Tags: smut, plot what plot, daddy/kitten ◇ Pairing: Jiwon x You ◇ Summary: one where you tease him while he’s livestreaming… ◇ A/N: this is a submission by anon, enjoy!

“I don’t have any schedule, I’ll be at the studio streaming game for today.”

By the time you’ve finished your work and checked his message, Jiwon has been playing game for around 5 or 6 hours already. You get on YouTube to check on him wondering if he has had his meal yet. And there you see him doing Mukbang for his fans while playing. “This cutie, what a loud noise chewing your food” you laugh at the sounds he makes while eating and talking to people on the live chat.

You watch him playing for awhile then looking at the clock, “he’s probably gonna play for awhile” you leave the livestream video on while walking towards the bathroom. After a busy day at work all you want is a hot steamy bath to ease your tiredness. Since you have to wash your hair, it takes you longer, but when you step out from the bathroom you can still hear his voice yelling and cursing into the game. “Oh whoa, Eun Jiwon, still have much energy to play?” How long has it been? 7 or 8 hours since he started already, you don’t know anymore. You look at his face with full of energy still going strong in the game and there’s no sign of stop playing for now. Suddenly a not-so-innocent idea running through your mind. To get revenge on Jiwon for making you panties-less last week, you’re going to have some fun teasing him for now.

“Oppa, are you still playing? I’m waiting for you at home.”

After sending him a text through kakaotalk and you can hear his notification rings on his phone. He stops and changes his focus to his phone screen. “Oh just wait a bit” his character in the game stops moving as he picks up his phone to reply to your message.

“Yeah, I’m about to start on a new quest. Maybe a couple hours more. You don’t need to wait for me, go ahead and sleep, it’s late.”

You look at his reply and just leave it there, walking towards your closet you’re humming to a song while choosing something to change. To get revenge on that Mr. I read you easily, you have to put more effort into it so you reach for a small box hidden behind all of the boxes on the shelf, it’s your new set of lingerie you bought not long ago but didn’t have a chance to show him yet. You smirk while opening the box, “Eun Jiwon, you’ll be dead this time for sure!”

After putting on this sexy lingerie, you lay on the bed and start posing and taking some photos in the most sexual way that you can possibly think of. Giggling at your result, you start typing a new message to him.

“Oppa… I can’t sleep… my body is so uncomfortable…”

“Are you not feeling well? Do you need medications? Hang in there I’ll be home soon”

“No… my body is uncomfortable… because you’re not inside of me yet…”

You’re pretty sure he saw your recent reply because even his face doesn’t show any expression, he clears his throat and adjusts his posture several times. You can see he can’t stay still in his chair at all.

He keeps playing game and ignores your message like nothing happened. “Look how well you endure yourself over there” you shake your head as he looks down on his phone screen but then moves his focus back to the game. So you send him another message but this time it comes with your photo.

“I need your dick inside my mouth…”

You send him a photo of you opening your mouth with your fingers caressing your lips in a pose that exposing your full-bloomed breast inside that tight lingerie. The photo doesn’t show your entire face just from your sexy lips down to your breast accentuated inside that black laced bra which vaguely showing your nipples.

“It would be better if I can taste you and your delicious juice…”

He pauses the game again and takes a look at his phone right after you sent these messages. Oh well how much you enjoy looking at his face while reading your messages. He clears his throat again and his eyes are glued on his phone screen without saying anything at all. You wonder whether he has turned on and gotten harder under the camera yet. You don’t want to waste anytime so you send him another photo right away, just to make sure what you’ve been doing actually works.

“Don’t you see how wet I am already? It would be so fucking good to feel you inside of me. I want you to do it slowly so I can feel every inch of your veiny hard dick sliding in and out…”

The message came along with photo of yourself sitting in front of the mirror spreading your legs open and your fingers are touching your dripping wet pussy. 

You can tell something has changed, he looks uncomfortable sitting there and his eyes seems to not concentrate on the game at all. Congratulations you’re just successfully distracting Jiwon. His character just died during the battle and now he is yelling and cursing at the screen. Fortunately his team still manages to win the battle but at least you made him lose his focus with your teasing.

He randomly wanders in the game for awhile before announcing he will stop playing after 10 hours long. As his livestream just ended there, you send him another message, this time it’s a short video of you moaning slightly while touching your body.

“Oh how I wish your hands are on my tits and your lips kissing all over me. Now your lips are moving down to my pussy. Please eat me deliciously!”

And finally he has replied to your message.

“YOU

ARE

SO

DEAD

TODAY

!!!”

You know he got triggered already and instead of worrying about your consequences, you still want to keep up with your teasing.

“Yes, Daddy… I’ll be patiently waiting for you. I can’t wait to be punished.”

This time there’s no response from him but you know he’s on his way home and all of these teasings actually turn you on badly. Seeing him concentrate and enjoy playing games is one of your favorite things. You find him so cute but also damn sexy with that focused expression. Your body is so ready, honestly somehow you are looking forward to his punishment, because you know he will fuck you so well.

“I’m home…” you heard the door closed behind him as he walked towards the bedroom to find you. Right after he enters the room, you are on your knees, naked, patiently waiting for him on the floor. “Welcome home, Daddy” you give him a sly smile while looking up to see his face. He slowly walks towards then stops right in front of you, looking down to observe your whole body. You feel completely exposed under his gaze, as if just with those eyes he can eat you up entirely.

He moves his hand to lift your chin up, both of your eyes meet in silence. His eyes are getting darker and clouded in lust, you can hear his breathing and yours so clearly, he just keeps looking at your face without saying anything actually makes you nervous. “Jiwon…?” You call his name but he doesn’t respond. His hand now moves to your hair, he uses his fingers to play with a strand of your hair. Oh my god as if he knows all these slow motions can drive you insane. He knows you and your impatience too damn well.

“What? You seem impatient. Don’t you like teasing?” He smirks at you while standing still without doing anything. “What a jerk!” You’re cursing inside your head. How can you be patient while you’re horny and craving to get fucked? You can see his bulge gets larger through his comfy pants he’s wearing. Your eyes are on his pants this whole time while he’s playing with your hair. “Fuck me please daddy!” You’re whimpering through a moan begging him to do something. 

“Didn’t I tell you bad kitten should be punished?”

“Yes… so please punish me whatever you want.”

“As you wish baby…”

He helps you stand up then turns your body around to face the large mirror in the room. Whispering slowly into your ears “I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck you from behind” his hands wrap around your waist then move down to your already wet pussy and start caressing along the shape of it. You let out a moan while his fingers playing with your cave. He then starts placing kisses along your neck to your shoulder. Your moans get heavier as his fingers pressing on your clit and moves around in a circular motion. You can see your legs shaking when he slides his finger inside of you. You feel like your body is about to collapse from the motion of his hand moving in and out of you. Suddenly you feel the pain as he spanks your ass real hard. “Yes… punish me please” you’re muttering through your moan begging to get spanked once again. He places a kiss on your skin before smacking your ass one more time “bad kitten, such a bad kitten”

Jiwon pushes your body against the mirror, as he’s taking off his pants from behind and leans his body closer against your back. His hands wrap around your waist and you can feel his dick between your thighs touching your pussy. Your entire body is so sensitive right now that you can clearly feel the heat from his dick on your skin. He slides his dick back and forth outside of your folds teasingly makes your head spinning. You know you want him so bad, you want his dick inside of you to fill up your hole entirely.

“I want you inside of me, please.” You’re begging him through your panting. He places kisses along your back then sucking his teeth on your shoulder as he grabs your hips and slide his dick slowly inside. You let out a moan when he enters inside completely and start thrusting. Typically he will start slowly then increasing his speed so you can get used to it but this time as your punishment, his thrusting started harder from the beginning. As he continues pounding into your body, he slaps your butt cheeks once in awhile that makes you moan louder under his body. He moves his hands up from your hips to grab your breast from behind then start fondling both sides while thrusting deeply in and out of your body. Honestly you don’t want this pleasure to stop anytime soon but he fuck you so well you know both of you are about to cum. “Please fill up inside of me with your cum” you hardly let out any words under your breathing. “That’s what you want?” He asked. “Yes, that’s what I want” you muttering your reply. “Bad kitten doesn’t deserve that” he leans closer sucking your ears then whispers softly. Fuck! He is playing with you. You should have known that he can’t let you slide this easy. “Please… I’m sorry, daddy. I shouldn’t have teasing you.” You’re crying every single word under your discontinued panting.

Jiwon increases his speed while his hands are now on your neck wrapping all of his fingers around choking you slightly while moving back and forth in your pussy. You can barely breathe but your body is deeply sinking in pleasure that you don’t mind at all. You let out a loud moan as he is releasing all of him inside of you. You can feel a warm liquid filling you up so vividly. He releases himself from your hole to let his cum dripping out of. You turn around and get down on your knees quickly and grab your hands around his dick. You don’t want to waste any of his delicious juice so you start licking and sucking till the last drop of him. You look up to see his face, under your breathing you can feel your pussy is swollen from all the thrusting. He moves his hand to caress your face lightly then pats your head,

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“I guess…? Teasing Eun Jiwon while he’s playing games is a bad idea.”

“What else?”

“Uhm… is there something else?”

“I like what you sent me today, so keep that going.”

He grabs your hand to pull you up then carrying you to the bed. Well your punishment isn’t too bad at all because it’s ending with you guys cuddling in bed till you fall asleep.

Fin.

[kimtaetae16ii]

STORY OF US - DONGHYUCK LEE

Synopsis : in which the elderly knew about your hidden relationship and make you guys broke apart and at the end he came back to fix it all while you were struggling with depression

Warnings : mental illness, mental abuse, violent, light-smut,using curse words alots, easy English grammar XP too cringy, too clingy, might cause frustration

Pairing : Donghyuck x reader (n ur name is Jeannie Pwark)

A/n : this is my first fanfiction of him ever! So yeah those senpai who sees mistakes in my writing do chat me about tht .

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You and Donghyuck had been in relationship for almost 2 years. You were homeschooled back then so did he too. Both of you got same teacher for English subject even for different places. So, to make it easy, the teacher made group chat on WhatsApp so that if anything inconvenient happened she will inform you guys through there. There's many students in there too but Donghyuck attracted your attention. You were the one who started the conversation with him.

He, in the first place actually  dislike you for being too friendly with him and others. He used to hate you too. He hate you for nothing. He thought that you were friendly bitch of no where. Also he was being insecure because he afraid you might be a gold digger to dig all of his family's assets all away. But then, you've proven to him that you are an angel with pure heart so you just being kind towards him until he finally fell on you. Your first-sight crush finally fell on you.

You both lived in rich residents as your father is working as successful businessman while your mother is a successful lawyer in the city of Seoul. Then, both of his parents work in their own business that the profit so fucking higher than Trumph.

done throwback session.

[ Saturday, 1:37 a.m.]

You couldn't close your eyes yet as you already drove in long 9 hours sleep in the late evening. Then you woke at 9 p.m. It just after you woke up, you receive 16 missed calls from him andthe spamming chat is uncountable. Then, you guys been in an arguments which caused he was being mad while you were being sulking.

The clock showed it was almost 2 a.m. and you still cannot close your eyes. The feelings are coming. You want him. You want him to sing you to sleep with his angelic voice. You want his warmth body heated your body so you won't get cold while sleeping in air-conditioner.

then, with feeling guilty you tapped on the number on the light screen after that you pressed the phone on your left ear. hoping he would not be mad at your anymore.

after 30 seconds, he finally picked your call.

"what's the matter now. You disturb my sleep"

his words really hurt your feelings like he unwilingly to answer your phone call but he did anyway.

Donghyuck is not a person who sleep early actually. He's been an owl just want to make sure you are the one who get beauty sleep before him.

"I cannot sleep. will you come over? please ~" you begged him because this is the way for both of you to be peace once again. You need him.

you've heard he sighed.

"i've told you for countless time to not sleep in the late evening or else this will happen. Y/n , you really need good health."

that's why i'm asking you to come over so that my depression will be cured.

"okay. i won't disturb. just continue to sleep. sorry." you end the calls made decision to throw the phone away onto the hard floor.

you hate yourself like the way he used to hate you. you knew who you are. you know how annoying you are how much burden you gave to people surround you especially your family. and because of that, you less attention from them. that's why you need haechan. he's right person to be but not right for you.

You curled up while sitting while buried your face in your lap. Tears finally streaming down on your cheeks.

i hate me. i want to die so bad.

you felt sorry for Haechan to waste his time just for you. you give him nothing in return.

you've been crying so bad that make your body shaking while you mumbling all curse words about how bad you want to die.

Suddenly, you felt hands brushed your hairs from back. When you lifted your face, you saw your precious boyfriend right in front of you. your heart ache but in the same it healed when he pulled you into his arms.

"Haechan-ah~" you called him.

"yes, sweetheart" he replied while pat your back softly like you're a new born baby.

"you still mad at me ?" you broke the hug and faced him looked into his shining eyes.

"Sweetheart, we're good now. do not be overthinking , okay. You'll be fine." he pulled you into hug again then he sang you to sleep.

You fell asleep in his neck then, he changed the position. He laid you down carefully place your head on the soft pillow then he laid next to you.

" sleep tight, Lee's "

[Saturday, 6:40 a.m.]

At the time you woke up, you were left with his fresh cologne on your bed sheets. Your morning felt so good.

you pressed the circled button of your iPhone , then you noticed he leaved you mesage in your personal chatroom saying

'sweetheart, i'm going home. Have a great journey to your grandmother house. XOXO '- 5.35 a.m.

You got big smiled there. You changed the position to sit then after few minutes, you went into the bathroom to wash yourself.

Then, after you already settle up yourself, you went the downstairs and enter the kitchen to get breakfast.

then your 7 years old greeted you.

"hey y/n, i saw man walking out from your room when i want to go to toilet this morning."

you hurriedly cover your little sister's mouth before anybody in this house heard her wrods.

"shhh . don't tell mama"

"mama was with me."

loud of laugh then.

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The way to your grandmother's house was very tiring even you were not the one who drive the car but like you've been stopped at rest area so often plus the weather was very hot for you.

Once you arrived at your grandmother's house, you guys were greeted by the the maids. Then they lead you to the living room. There, finally you met your grandma.

"Heeeyyy ,Oh My granddaughters! Miss both of you so bad !"

Grandma opened her arms as she welcomed us to hug her so we running along until we got into her hug. She kissed our top of head also our cheeks.

"How you've been, Nana?" I asked her while sitting next to her on the couch that made by  animal's skin.

"I'm great!  I just missed you guys so so much!

Kyaa~ Haneul yah!  Why don't you often bring them here? You also didn't always visit me. You know I've been so lonely after the death of your father! "

Mama fixed her hairbun prepared herself to answer Nana's question.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I'm just busy with all my clients-"

"Fuck your clients!  Your mother is more important!"

"Ma, don't be like that. I promise you to visit you as often as needed after all of the cases settled up at the court."

"I don't care. I made decision."

"What decision, Nana? " I, hugged her right arms, looked into her eyes.

She looked at me for second then she turned to face mama back.

"I want both of my grandchild to stay with me"

My heart dropped down-

but my little sister cheered up as she like to be with nana just because nana fulfill her needs.

"Kyaa~" I pushed little bit her head bit getting scolded by my father.

"Park Jeannie!"

"Ma, but Jeannie would enter her university so soon. Also Jane gonna have her first homeschool session." My father suddenly exist in that situation.

"I insist. She can took over the chocolate company after she get her training months."

I saw fire in Nana's eyes. So did my parents too.

Yeah. Even they don't mind about me a lot but they seems won't lose me. like I stil need home cause it's not faraway from haechan.

"Nana-"

"Okay! Let's have our special meals!" She cut me deliberately.

"Yeaayyy.  Nana did you make my favourite Sandwich?"

"Of course, honeybun! Now let's go all of you."

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At night.

"Fuck. I hate this." You groaned alone on the bed thinking how you would be without seeing your boyfriend for not a single day also after you moved into your grandmother's house soon.

You looked up at the white flower decorated ceiling and that things still wandered in your mind.

You didn't get any phone call from him yet for today. He has been busy with his schedule of being an idol.

He always available at middle of the night.

You turned on the screen then got into your personal chatroom with him.

Babe, I have something to say. Really important.

Sent, 12:32 a.m.

You only got one tick from him. So you just decided to go to sleep even you didnt use to sleep at early bed.

[1:40 a.m.]

You can felt something was vibrating in your hand as you held your phone while you drove to sleep. That's make you woke up in the middle of the night.

Without seeing whose the caller, you answered just like that.

"Heelo sweetheart. Already asleep."

"I can't sleep unless I heard your voices, you know."

"Awwwwww~ so sweet talker."

"Shut up. How was your day during the show?"

"So tired but not full enjoyed."

The atmosphere suddenly turned into serious.

"Whyy babe, are you sick while performing?" You were afraid as he worked too hard just to present great performance to gis beloved fans.

"No. I'm not sick. I'm fine thank you."

"Then what?"

"I'm not enjoy it much as you're not here watching my performance with the members."

You dumbfounded.

"Are you serious, bang-chan?"

Bang-chan means side dishes in Korean.

"Hahahahahaha" you heard him laughed so loudly. You just brought that up again because you watched one of the vlive that Jeno called him Bang-chan when he introduced himself.

Then, you also laughed but not that as hard-core as him.

"Are you done, baby?" You asked him after you heard silent voices.

"N-no" his giggles still there.

"Hahahh, i want to see you so bad right now. But i cant As the network is not giving cooperation with me. So, yeah~ "

"So, you feel like you want to go home?" He asked.

"Yes of course. Home is everything." You looked out the glass window. Spontaneous thought came in.

"Am I your everything too?" He snapped you out by his question.

It took several seconds to reply that.

"Lee donghyuck, you are my last destiny after the world end its life."

"Wahh~" at the end of his word, his soothing voice made you melt.

"Go to sleep now , babe. You tired i know that."

"Love you 3000" you added.

"Love you for infinity numbers."

And that amde you laughed.

"Bye. Have a nice sleep, haechan."

"Okay ."

You end up the call. After that you directly close your eyes and drove to sleep.

A/n : I can't add some more parts as it hit the max length. Tf. If it hit 10 likes, I'll post more ♡♡♡

[amberandmetal]

You're beautiful when you blush; like a wildflower

Author: @waywardkitten Featuring: Castiel x F!reader Warnings: Wing!kink Rating: Explicit Word count: 4136 A/N: This is one of my very first smuts and tbqh I am not overly fond of it. It is cheesy and cliché but then again I am my own worst critic. I might go over this in the feature and do a re-write but until then..  if you like oblivious virgin!Cas with a lot of wing!kink and extra cheesy then this just might be the thing for you.

There is no denying you’re a big movie buff, especially since you’ve devoted each and every night to Netflix as well as your quite impressive DVD collection. When Dean and Sam teases you about it you just plainly explain that it relaxes you and keeps your mind occupied which is all kinds of welcome, even more so after a hunt with said boys.

Lately though a certain angel had, in his quest to come to grips with all things human, kept you company in your room  at night intently watching various movies with you. He was interested in every genre you laid out for him; from old black and white to stupid college flicks.  And that’s how it started, how you found yourself growing more and more drawn to the celestial being currently sitting on the foot of your bed eyes trained on the screen. There was a french movie on that you used to love as a child and you couldn’t believe your ears when he told you he’d never even heard of it.

The opening to Amelie from Montmartre began playing and you crept up against the headboard with your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tight around you making you feel way smaller than you actually were, all curled up in a little ball.

Cas was in his usual attire. He didn’t seem to change no matter the weather, temperature or time of day and it kinda bothered you a bit, wanting to see what he covered up with the excessive layers of clothing. You eyed the back of his head, the strong neck and broad shoulders you could definitely make out, all the jackets and shirts be damned. It had been like this for weeks; every night he came in to your room to watch a new movie with you but he never sat down beside you, always at the foot of the bed to your great annoyance.

He sat there stoic, silent and complete still and still his presence completely radiated. You could feel his warmth and scent even from that distance, a mixture of honey and something warm oriental that you couldn’t put your finger on. It had gone so far that you got wet just from anticipating the slow hard knock on your door and it had come to the point where you almost couldn’t take it anymore. Go big or go home, right?

You had to do something and if it had been anyone else you would’ve gone for it ages ago but this was Castiel. You didn’t even know if he thought about you that way, hell, you didn’t even know if he thought about anyone that way.

His hands were locked together between his knees and his gaze were still fixed on the small screen. You fidgeted a bit and bit your lip. He looked back at you at your sudden movements and gave you a quick small smile before turning back to the film.

You didn’t have the nerve to just come out and ask, but maybe there was some way to coax a reaction out of him, to see if he even had those urges at all. You swallowed thickly and managed to wiggle your limbs out of the cocoon that was your blanket and walked over to the dresser at the short wall of the room. You were dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants- not the sexiest attire you could think of but your usual choice for sleeping. 

You had your back to the bed where the angel was sitting still mesmerized by the ongoing movie. You quickly took a hold of the hem of your T-shirt and pulled it up over your head and off throwing it carelessly on the floor. The man on your bed could only see your bare back but you could still feel his sudden gaze burning your skin. You quickly crouched down and opened the lower drawer pulling out a light green tank top and swiftly put it on. Next to go was your sweats. You bent down with your legs straight so he’d get a nice view of your ass as you pulled them all the way down revealing a pair of white lace hipster panties. 

The sensation of his eyes on you the entire time made you break out in goosebumps and the slightest shiver rushed through your body. So he wasn’t completely uninterested.. You put on a pair of black pajama shorts and turned around to meet his gaze. “I was just hot, I really need to talk to Sam and Dean about fixing the thermostat once and for all”, you said with a shrug and crawled back into bed.

A wicked grin splayed across your lips as you noticed the change in the angels posture- every muscle completely tense. He cleared his throat trying to even his breathing “Uhh.. I would not know, Y/N. I do not feel temperature fluctuations the way humans do.”

He was still for a moment, not making another sound until “..however I do feel rather warm now. It has happened on occasion for a while now and it is rather odd. It seem to come from within and radiate outwards.”, he glanced back at you with a look of resolute confusion  “But I am not sick. My vessel is unable to contract diseases.”

He spoke, as always, matter of factly and that in tandem with his bewilderment made you giggle before you could help yourself. He looked up at you, his eyebrows knotted in confusion “Did I say something humorous, Y/N?”

Now, or never, you thought to yourself as you crawled over the bed shortening the distance between the two of you. “Never mind. We can try and experiment?” you sat on your knees facing his side. He gulped nervously, unable to assess the situation “Experiment?”

“Yeah, to see what ails you.” you moved a bit closer putting your hand on the warm skin of his forehead 

“Well, like you said; you’re not sick- no fever.” 

He let out a small sigh at the brief contact 

“Like I said.. I can not get sick. Though I do feel significantly warmer now.” 

You licked your lips and moved to sit behind him slowly letting your hand wander from his mid back to his shoulders 

“And now?”, you breathed inches away from his left ear as you began to lightly rub at his tense muscles.

 He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath before he answered in an, unusual for Castiel, shaky voice 

“Quite a bit, yes. My body is reacting strangely.. it usually do when I am near you but not this profoundly.” You stopped at that, shocked at his words. You sat back on your heels biting your lip 

“Cas.. do you like me?”, you asked, your voice quiet with uncertainty. At first he didn’t answer so you pushed a little further 

“Do you feel about me differently from, let’s say.. Dean or Sam?”

He looked at you over his shoulder with an unintelligible look in his eyes 

“Y/N.. I react to you differently than any other human I have encountered. I enjoy it, but I am not sure I understand it and I am afraid of making you uncomfortable so I have kept my distance. This is why I refrain from keeping you company beside you during our movie nights.”

You just stared at him in complete awe. Had this been going on this entire time? Having a poker face like that should be illegal. You returned your hand to his broad shoulders, softly working on the tendons and stiff muscles. Without answering him you leaned forward, your mouth inches away from his neck, your lips ghosting over the smooth skin there. He gasped at the unexpected gesture, breathing out in a quiet moan. You took that as your cue to keep going letting your hands roam over his shoulders and the crisp fabric of his trenchcoat and down over his chest stroking your cheek against the side of his neck. “Y/N, what are you..” 

You hushed him and gave him a small light kiss just beneath his jawline “If you want me to stop, just say stop” you whispered while sliding his trench coat and jacket down his arms. 

You kept peppering his neck and jaw with wet lazy kisses trying to undo his tie. He slid out of the jacket arms and returned his hands to his thighs where he had balled them up into fists. He looked down at his lap and for the first time you saw a hint of blush on the angels cheeks  “Y/N, my vessel is reacting strongly and I feel odd.” 

Once again you hushed him softly and crawled around his body so you were sitting in his lap with one leg on either side of his muscular thighs. You could already feel your panties dampen with arousal and the feel of Cas already hard length pressed against you left you throbbing with want.

You grabbed the lapels of his shirt and looked deep into his eyes “Cas, if you want me to stop..”, he splayed his big hands on your lower back pulling you to him, your lips barely touching. 

He held you like that for a few seconds that seemed to go on forever, just breathing you in “No” he finally breathed out “I may not understand, but I trust you Y/N and I do not want you to stop.” 

You closed the distance between you and clashed your lips together. His breath caught in his throat by surprise but soon he melted into the kiss with a muffled groan. His hands made their way up the curve of your back and tangled into your hair. Without thinking about it he tugged lightly earning him a long moan from you and you could feel his cock twitch beneath you. You hastily started to undo the buttons on his shirt while keeping your mouth trained on him- his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw and neck, everywhere you could get at. Castiel was panting hard by now one hand gripping a fist of your hair and the other one in a firm grip at the back of your neck. “Y/N, I..”, he breathed as you removed his shirt. 

You cupped his cheek once again seeking his gaze- his pupils were blown wide and his skin flushed. You playfully pushed him back so he was laying sprawled out on the bed “Can.. can I see you?”, he asked staring up at your body. You reached down and gripped your tank top pulling it off over your head revealing your bare skin. He groaned at the sight, his hands slowly coming up your naked frame and gently cupping your breasts “Oh, Father..”, he breathed while he gave them a light squeeze thumbing over your nipples making you gasp 

“Oh! Yes, do that again!” 

He did as he was told, watching you in awe as you threw you head back and arched your back breathing heavily. You started to rock your hips against his almost painfully hard length making him jerk and gasp. You leaned down nuzzling the crook of his neck and started planting open mouthed kisses over his shoulders, collarbone, neck, pecs and down towards his stomach. He breathed in sharply sitting up grabbing you under your arms by your shoulders. You felt his face burrowing in at the side of your neck breathing hard 

“The things you do to me, woman. The things you make me feel..” 

He sounded completely out of breath which was a new since for as far as you knew an Angels stamina was a never ending resource. You held him tighter, gripping at his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin making him arch his back in pleasure. Your eyes were closed tight against the smooth skin of the nape of his neck when you could see a flash of light lighting up in front of your eyelids, something making the air in the room vibrate. You didn’t dare open your eyes at first, your whole body tense and fearful of making a wrong move “Cas, what..?” The angel seemed a bit tense as well but calmer than you felt. “I don’t understand..”, he muttered quietly “Y/N, you can open your eyes, but do not be alarmed” a small trace of nervousness coloured his voice.

You slowly opened your eyes looking up over his shoulder and the sight before you left you stunned. “Cas.. is that your..” A pair of big majestic wings were suddenly right in front of you splayed out across half of your room. The top were the colour of a ravens black that faded out into a golden almost shimmering dark brown that turned slightly lighter at the tips. You couldn’t even move at first, completely frozen still by the sight. “Castiel.. they are..” he glanced nervously at you “..they’re beautiful. It’s.. Beautiful isn’t even enough of a word to describe.. I..”, you breathed and chanced a quick look at his face “Can I touch them?” 

He seemed a bit astonished by your reaction but relaxed and nodded quietly. You reached out a tentative hand stroking the primary coverts but snapped back as soon as you felt the angel tense up and shudder under you “I’m sorry, Cas I..” 

He clenched his jaw and let out a shaky breath “No. Please continue. It’s the first time anyone has touched my wings. I was not prepared for it to be so.. pleasurable”, he breathed out his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it. 

Your fingers reached back to the soft plumage, stroking it as softly as you could eliciting an almost animal sound from the man beneath you. You threaded your fingers in them, caressing and stroking them. Castiel starting to pant quietly, his mouth just beneath your ear. You petted the length of his wings from top to bottom and when your fingers brushed against the spot where the wings met the skin of his back you felt a sort of ridge, and the moment you touched them a deep groan rumbled in Castiel’s chest coming out as an almost pained groan. You looked at him questioningly.

“Oil glands.” , he explained in a strangled voice. You tentatively stroked them once more and he jerked, gripping you tighter to him, his cock twitching against the zipper. You didn’t know what it was but the whole thing felt so intimate and the feel of his feathers against your skin, the sweet scent of the oil eliciting from the glands (now you knew where that honey oriental scent came from) and how he pressed against you with every stroke against his wings made you wetter than you could remember ever being before. 

The need for the angel was overwhelming and you dove your hands into the soft down on the inside of his wings, softly tugging. Castiel made a strangled noise burying his face in your neck and gripping you harshly. He rolled you over so you were on the bed on your back, his awe striking frame hovering over you with his wings stretched out as far as they could fit in your tiny room. His demeanor had changed abruptly. The shyness was gone and replaced by an almost demanding force.  “Tell me what you want. Tell me what I should do. I need.. something. Tell me!” 

His voice was commanding and filled with lust. You squirmed beneath him, stricken by the sudden change in the angel. You started to remove his belt and unzipping his pants  “Take the rest of your clothes of and come up here”, you said and motioned to the headboard. 

You sounded completely wrecked. He did as instructed, his eyes never leaving your face. You stood on the side of your bed shimmying out of your shorts leaving you completely bare to him. He eyed you up and down with a lustblown expression on his face and licking his lips. You started at the foot of the bed, slowly crawling upwards to him. You started at his ankles, kissing and fondling, nibbling and biting, slowly making your way up his legs. His skin tasted of rainwater and salt and you could not get enough. 

You made your way up his thighs licking stripes from his knee almost up to where his cock waited impatiently leaking precome all over his toned stomach. You stopped for a moment giving yourself a second to appreciate the beautiful figure laying before you. Toned tanned skin glistening with a sheen layer of sweat. He was panting hard, his head going from side to side while his hands fisted in the sheet. You reached up with one arm splaying your hand over his stomach as you licked one long hard stripe along his shaft ending with an open mouthed kiss to the head, licking up the precome. His hips thrusted up like they had a will of their own “Oh, woman. Oh, Y/N.. do that again”, he gasped looking down at you. 

You smirked and nuzzled your face against his hip and peppered open mouthed kisses on his skin until you got to the base of his cock where you unceremoniously sucked him down as far as you could take him. His whole body jerked and all of a sudden you could feel wingtips on your lower back. He’d put his wings around you almost pulling you closer to him. The sensation was like nothing you’ve ever felt before and you moaned as the slightly oily scented feathers caressed your body. You held his erratic hips down with one hand and held the other around the base of his shaft as you hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head slowly. 

He groaned loudly, his breaths coming in pants and he put his right arm over his eyes clenching his fist. You could feel your juices starting to slick your thighs with each noise the angel made. You couldn’t believe you finally had him beneath you with his amazing dick in your mouth and you relished every second of it. You let go with a wet plop removing your hand from his stomach to lightly tug and caress his balls while you licked and sucked at the swollen head. One rather hard suck apparently was too much and he gripped your upper arms and lifted you up along his body kissing you hard and unforgiving. “Can I do that? I want to make you feel like that Y/N.”, he breathed holding you still, your foreheads pressed together. He laid you down, his wings fluttering above you. He crawled down your body leaving lovebites and kissing everywhere he could get at. When he sucked a bruise into your ribs you gasped loudly and arched your back off the bed. He groaned as he laved and kissed at the mark before moving down further. He made an almost primal noise when he reached your left hip “Oh, Father.. woman, I can smell you. Did I do this to you?”, he murmured biting the skin there. “I..”, you panted “.. Cas yes. You do this to me every time you’re here with me.. please..”

He looked up at you at that, his head slightly tilted like he couldn’t believe his ears. You looked back down at him your cheeks completely flushed and your pupils blown. You mouthed ‘Cas, please!’

He kissed each of your thighs reverently before he hesitantly mouthed at your folds. When you arched up he took it as a green light and licked one long stripe up your soaked core “Y/N, you taste so sweet”, he breathed before he continued his loving assault. 

You wailed and almost arched off the bed completely as he found your clit and gave it a light suck. For someone who never had sex before let alone had no knowledge of the inner workings of lovemaking he was coming on quick. He listened to every sound you made, paid vast attention to the smallest shiver of your body learning exactly what made you go off. “Cas! Cas, please don’t stop.. I’m.. I’m gonna..”, and then there was black, and a sound of something other worldly ringing in your ear. 

Your body convulsed and spasmed as you held his head in place letting him know not to stop. He buried his face completely in your heat, devouring every drop you had to offer as your orgasm stretched on in what felt like minutes, hours, days- you couldn’t tell anymore. Time stood still in your blissful high. He caressed your thighs while holding you still, soothing you as you came down from your high pecking small kisses along your folds and pubic bone. “That was.. intense”, he looked up at you with wanton eyes “Was that satisfactory Y/N?” 

You giggled completely blissed out. “Castiel..”, you whimpered as an answer reaching for him. He moved up your body, his hard length resting heavy on your thigh. He kissed you hard, making you taste your own juices on his lips “Mmm, divine”, he breathed. 

You rolled your hips against the tip of his leaking cock, still wanting more- still needing more.  “I want you inside of me, Cas”, you whimpered making the angel groan and bite down hard on your shoulder. 

You arched into it wanting more, slowly rocking your hips. “Castiel, please..” 

He felt almost primal as he took a hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head and pushed in in one long hard thrust. You screamed into his chest biting his skin not knowing what else to do with yourself. He stopped, looking worriedly down on you “I’m sor..” 

You interrupted  “No.. no cas, that was a good scream.. a real good scream.. don’t you dare stop.” 

He gave you an almost unnoticeable smirk and leaned in to kiss you deep, his tongue exploring every inch he could reach while he slowly started to gyrate his hips. You moaned into his mouth, your body shaking with the pleasure coming over you in waves, one for each time he hit that sweet spot deep inside. You angled your hips for him to find that little bundle of nerves that made your eyes roll back and your breath hitch. His breath started coming in short gasps 

“Y/N, you feel amazing.”, he praised alternating between nipping at your neck and biting marks into your shoulder, letting go of your wrists to caress your whole body. His thrusts were long, deep and slow making you almost go insane with not wanting him to stop mixed with not being able to take much more. It was the perfect combination of pleasurepain. 

You writhed beneath him grasping at his wings that stretched out around your sides possessively. You threaded your fingers in the fluffy down gently rubbing which earned you an almost pained groan from the angel above you as he threw his head back and started pumping faster into you. You gasped and gripped at his waist trying to hold onto something to ground you but he just hissed at you  “Do. Not. Stop” 

You returned your fingers to his wings, stroking and tugging at the feathers making him nearly go out of his mind. “Cas.. Castiel.. I..” You lifted your legs up on his shoulders allowing for the perfect angle of him hitting your bundle of nerves and his pelvis rubbing against your clit. You started meeting his thrusts with a lust powered force making his hips start to move more and more erratic “Y/N.. something.. I feel.. aaah!”, his voice breathless and strangled. 

He fell over you with a loud moan emptying himself in your heat, he shook and whimpered and you quickly followed earning you your second orgasm of the night. You just held each other tight, nails digging into flesh as you rode out your orgasms together. He allowed you to put your legs down from his shoulder, and instead you wrapped them around his waist just holding him- all of him. You soothed him gently stroking his back with one hand and the marginal coverts of his left wing with the other. His whole body weighed on you but you didn’t care, for now it was worth it. He rested his face on your right shoulder looking up at you, a content smile playing on his lips. “Cas?”

“Yes?”

“There is something I don’t understand.”

“What is that, Y/N?”

“How come all of a sudden I could see your wings?”

“Might be that we share a connection.. I am not certain. But I am glad that you can.”

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