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vennilavee · 2 years ago

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Hii 100 + satoru ❤️❤️❤️❤️

warnings: gojo highkey emotionally cheats (not on oc), kissing, cursing, i feel like oc is an unreliable narrator. enjoy!!

prompt: it's always been you kisses

“Gojo Satoru, I gave you very specific instructions to wait-”

“Oh, because you’re so good at following instructions-”

“You’re going to get us both killed!”

“Like I’d ever let anything happen to you,” he has the audacity to grin crookedly at you and you roll your eyes.

You don’t reply to him, instead focusing on matching his stride through the thick trees as the wind slams into your face. You didn’t need to be here with Gojo, but it’s been relatively quiet lately. Tokyo could handle its strongest sorcerer and his work wife being away for a few days.

At least, that’s how Gojo pitched it to you. You had thrown your pillow at him for referring to you as his work wife, but he’d only grinned at you as it bounced off of his infinity.

Even if his words brushed against some locked up part of you that hasn’t been touched since your teen years, it didn’t matter. Not when he’s dating his girlfriend of five months.

Getting doused with ice cold water would have been a better reprieve. You’ve only met her twice- one of those times being his birthday dinner (that his girlfriend asked for your help in planning). Gojo seemed hesitant in having the two of you grow close.

You can fathom a guess as to why. With over ten years of ‘almosts’ embedded in the fabric of your…friendship with Gojo Satoru, you can imagine it might pose an uncomfortable situation for him if you were amicable with his girlfriend. And Gojo is so good at dealing with conflict healthily, so this is expected.

“Nanami,” you whisper urgently, elbowing him in the ribs rather painfully, “Who are they? Why haven’t I seen them before?”

Nanami groans and rubs his chest, to which you roll your eyes. He follows your gaze to the duo standing in the middle of the track field, stretching their limbs out for everyone to see. A sigh escapes his lips as he looks at the second years, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

“Not you too,” Nanami groans, “Yu won’t stop talking about them either-”

“Are they new?” you ask in a hushed tone.

“No, they’ve been on a mission together-”

“Can I go with them? Who do I have to bribe to make that a reality?”

“Oh my god, you’re shameless-”

You don’t have a chance to retort because in the middle of your bickering, neither of you notice the silver haired and black haired boys walking toward you both. They look at each other with an unreadable look in their eyes, a language only they understand.

The silver haired boy immediately puts Nanami in a headlock as he squirms to get free. Nanami gives up trying to escape and accepts his fate, instead glaring up at Gojo Satoru and scolding him.

“Gojo-san, get off me! I literally can’t breathe-” Nanami complains as the boy called Gojo laughs as if this is normal.

“Let go of him, Satoru,” the black haired boy says mildly, “Always causing a scene…”

“You never let me have any fun,” Gojo pouts and your brain short-circuits for a minute.

“Uh,” you say eloquently. Nanami rolls his eyes even harder as he smooths out the creases of his uniform when Gojo finally lets go of him. Your eyes are wide as you look from both Gojo and the black haired boy when he finally speaks-

“I’m Geto Suguru-”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, who are you?” he invades your space as if it’s perfectly normal for his nose to nearly be touching yours, looking at you with obscenely blue eyes over his black shades. His glossy lips are only a few centimeters away from yours and you can’t help but chance a glance at them.

You immediately take about four steps backwards. Geto suppresses a snicker by coughing into his hand and Gojo tilts his head to the side, genuinely confused.

Gojo’s always been good at making an entrance, ever since the day you met him. Even now, after over ten years, he never fails to keep you on your toes. You think you’ve gotten better at reading him and predicting his spontaneity over the years.

But still. Sometimes he does something out of left field, like still refer to you as his work wife despite his very real girlfriend of five months. As if it isn’t a constant reminder, that he isn’t yours and that he will likely never be yours.

As if sharing both of your first kisses with each other when he was seventeen and you were sixteen wasn’t the start of…whatever this was.

You were in the mountains with Gojo Satoru on the hunt for a nasty, nasty curse tucked away in the forest. There was no time to reminisce on your first kiss with your best friend.

You knew that you didn’t need to be here. Gojo could very easily handle this grim curse by himself with his eyes closed and both arms pulled back.

“You’ve been cooped up at school with no outlet. Figured this would be good for you,” he shrugs. He’s right, but you don’t let him know that (he probably already knows what you’re thinking, anyway).

“I don’t need you to babysit me, Satoru. You know that,” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. The curse wails in the distance, leaving your ears ringing.

“Of course I know that,” Gojo says easily, almost offended that you’d think otherwise, “I’m here for the show.”

He’s always told you that your cursed technique is beautiful to watch (but not as beautiful as his). Your technique melts, molds and forges everything into anything and pieces it back together in bursts of gold and silver. You give him a small smile before running off and cutting through the air as he purposely lags behind, watching you leave.

Nanami would lecture him if he could see Gojo right now. In fact, he has- the many times that he’s waltzed into his office uninvited and dramatically collapsed onto the couch to discuss his problems.

His problems that he’s wonderfully weaved for himself. Nanami holds no empathy for him, but feels his heartstrings tug when he realizes that you’re at the center of Gojo’s problems.

“Nobody told you to get a girlfriend,” Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You have a responsibility to her.”

“I know, and I like her,” Gojo says, his head dangling over the armchair, “But…”

“You know your girlfriend would see right through you if she really saw how you and [name] interact. That’s why you keep them far apart,” Nanami says knowingly. He doesn’t even have to look up from his laptop screen to know that Gojo is pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well, aren’t you so observant-”

“Figure your shit out, Gojo,” Nanami says coolly, “I won’t have you hurt her just because you’re confused.”

“Is that a threat?” Gojo asks, with a raise of an eyebrow.

Nanami doesn’t respond.

Exorcizing the curse was no small feat, but you still get the job done in an array of gold and silver bursts. Your technique moves like lightning, in bright, spontaneous flashes and like molasses, coating around the curse forcing it to sink into your extended claws.

You wipe the sweat off of your brow and grin at Gojo, who hadn’t moved a muscle from his spot against the tree. “See, I’m not out of practice.”

“I didn’t say you were out of practice,” he retorts, “I just said you could use an outlet outside of the school.”

“Same thing,” you shrug, “I don’t sense any other curses here, do you?”

The only thing you can feel is Gojo’s larger than life cursed energy poking and prodding against yours. It swirls around you as an extension of himself, brushing against your legs and your hips almost flirtatiously.

He does this often, ever since you were in high school together. Back then, his energy would even pinch or poke you particularly hard enough for you to yelp.

You’d like to think he’s grown up since then.

“No,” Gojo replies, “It’s just us.”

You stare at him, right through his blindfold as if you can see his bright eyes framed by even brighter eyelashes. It had taken you a long time to be able to read Gojo- the man always kept you on your toes. He still does, but at least you kind of know what to expect from him.

You don’t know why he continues to share these heavy moments with you. Even with his eyes covered, you know he’s looking at you in a way that should be reserved for someone else.

You sigh.

“Let’s go eat something,” you suggest, “I could go for kiritanpo right now.”

“I told the kids I’d bring him a souvenir,” you say absently, “They’ve never been up here before.”

“We should bring them someday,” Gojo replies instantly, stealing two rice skewers from you, “You can show them through the mountains and I’ll take them out for food.”

“So you’d leave me in the mountains?” you glare at him, poking his side with an empty skewer.

“For food? I can neither confirm nor deny,” Gojo grins, “I’d come for you though. I always do.”

Another heavy statement. You avoid his eyes and dip your head slightly into the open hearth. You ignore the curious gaze of the shop owners, feeling their eyes on your back (and Gojo’s).

“Does your girlfriend like the mountains?” you ask, squaring your shoulders.

“I…don’t know,” he sounds surprised by his own answer and you scoff.

“Sounds like something you should know, Satoru,” you mumble.

Your mind's made up, with the mountains as your witness.

Distancing yourself from Gojo in the coming weeks and months is easier said than done. The man has been a close part of your life and your work for so long that it’s difficult to distinguish how much of your life is influenced by him.

He doesn’t call you his work wife for no reason, after all.

You find yourself buried in your reports in Nanami’s office more and more these days. You and Gojo would sometimes do your reports together, but you don’t even want to give him the opportunity to fluster you.

Being around him feels like a dirty secret. Gojo Satoru is your friend, your coworkers, your senpai… but he’s your almost…

Your almost. He’s your almost lover.

Time had never been in your favor, after all. After you both had shared your first kisses with each other, he’d immediately turned you away with cherry tinted cheeks. And physically ran away from you. If that wasn’t enough humiliation to break your heart, Geto had been the one to apologize on behalf of Gojo.

The ‘strongest’ didn’t even have the strength to apologize to you to your face. He had sent his best friend to do it, instead.

It had taken Nanami leaving the life of sorcery behind for Gojo to somewhat apologize to you. For whatever reason, that had been the impetus for him. Even then, his “apology” was more of him throwing your favorite sweets at you and mumbling that he had made a mistake.

Looking back, you think it’s laughable. Gojo has grown up in that time (he certainly hasn’t kissed you and ran away again).

But he’s kissed you, multiple times. When you were both single- after he’d rescued Megumi, after many, many birthdays, after many breakfasts together…

It’s not to say that you haven’t dated around either. You’ve had your fair share of relationships over the years, nothing particularly sticking because all you could think about was Gojo. Even if the man wasn’t in your vicinity, he was still on your mind in small ways.

He was not at the forefront of your mind, more like taking up space in the tiny particles of your brain. Enough to make you want to put a stop to it, considering that he was not yours.

You try not to ask yourself questions that will make you spiral.

Nanami watches you as you scribble away with your brand new pen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. And yet, your eyes are far, far away.

“You have your own office,” Nanami says, not unkindly.

“Yes,” you mumble, not looking up.

“So why are you here?”

“I can’t spend time with you?” you joke, “Are you sick of me?”

He gives you a pointed look and you sigh. You could never pretend with him and your shoulders slump as you dramatically put your head down on his desk.

“You were never one to run away from your problems,” Nanami says.

“Well, this is the new improved me,” you reply dryly, “Take it or leave it.”

Nanami says nothing, only waiting for you to pluck the courage to speak. “Gojo’s girlfriend deserves better than both of us,” you finally say, “He likes her, he should focus on her.”

“I’m pretty sure they broke up a few weeks ago. Not that I care or it’s my business,” Nanami says casually. Your head lifts, but just barely.

“Oh.”

Somehow this does nothing to assuage your nerves.

Gojo Satoru did ask you to be his partner, once upon a time. Just once, in the heat of the moment after an evening of kissing and him touching your chest in a way that felt brand new to him.

“Be mine,” he’d said, voice thick and full of conviction. He sees stars and light in your eyes, tastes the universe in your kisses.

“Huh?” your voice is thick, mind hazy. His hand on your neck has you panting for more.

“Nothing,” he’d replied just as easily and pressed his lips to yours again.

You’d attributed the moment to Gojo’s impulsiveness, because he had never said those words to you again. You pretend like you don’t think about it often, that you don’t think about him often- his lips, fingers, his throaty voice… You pretend.

You’re on your way home after another day at the school, to your off-campus apartment with groceries and a sweet treat in hand to celebrate the end of a long week. Fumbling with the keys to your apartment (and daydreaming about laying on the couch with a tub of ice cream in between your legs), you immediately pick up on the very familiar cursed energy emanating from inside your apartment.

You sigh. Giving him a spare key was a bad idea.

You decide to ignore him as you venture into your apartment and start putting your groceries and spices away. But first, the ice cream goes in the freezer and you ignore Gojo Satoru’s blinding stare from his spot against the counter.

“You’re not going to yell at me for breaking into your home?”

“I should yell at myself for giving you a key,” you grumble, “You can’t just show up here, unannounced and when I’m not even home. You fucking weirdo-”

“I didn’t know how else to get your attention!”

“I can think of about a million different ways that don’t involve breaking and entering-”

“You were avoiding me so I had to result to drastic measures-”

“Oh, it’s my fault now that you’re incapable of acting like a normal person who doesn’t break into people’s homes or call another woman their work wife when you already have a girlfriend!”

A beat of silence.

“We broke up.”

“Good for her. She deserves better than you, you can’t even get your feelings sorted out for longer than five minutes.”

“You’re being so mean,” Gojo pouts, stepping closer to you and you take a step back, “You’re like I like it. And that I like you.”

“Fuck you,” you say without much conviction. Tears unexpectedly spring into your eyes as your hands tremble slightly when he steps into your personal space.

“It was always you,” he says softly, “I think since the first day I saw you-”

“What a cliche,” you laugh wetly, shoving his shoulder gently.

“At least from when we kissed?” he says with a crooked grin, asking it like a question.

“You ran away from me then. You’re always fucking running away from me and from anything that’s remotely real,” you say, glaring at him.

“It was always you,” Gojo tries again, almost desperately. You think you could kiss him and the temptation is almost all-consuming but...

The noise in your head always beats the noise in your heart.

“You’ll have to do better than breaking into my house to prove it to me, Satoru.”

tags: @kentobean @aeanya @mystikawi

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader

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choco-mark · 5 years ago

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One Day Closer (2)

pairings: soulmate!jaemin x soulmate!oc

genre: fluff | smut

warnings: language, explicit sex, oral (fem. receiving), breeding kink, somnophilia, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), loss of virginity, basically absolute filth that i’m proud of hehe

summary: in a world where soulmates can hear each other’s thoughts, you slowly fall in love with your soulmate, though it takes you an eternity to realize who it really is.

words: 2.3k

parts: one | two

note: jaemin and y/n’s thoughts are written in italics

a part of the You Are Me series!!

19 July

It had been a few days since Jaemin and you had found out you were soulmates, and for the first time in so long, you had called your parents, who were currently half way across the world, to inform them of your news. They were glad to hear that you had finally found the boy you had been looking for.

Your dad took extra measures, having a personal ‘conversation’ with the boy (you were sure he was activating his protective measures, but you didn’t say anything out of happiness), but Jaemin had returned with a huge smile on his face that made you double over from his butterflies.

It was currently late at night, and it was past midnight when Jaemin awoke from his slumber, disturbed from the events of his dream. Almost every single day after the two of you found each other, his mind had been playing tricks on him, making it harder and harder for him to control himself around you.

You were next to him, sleeping soundly as you weren’t too affected by the hardening of his member. He cursed softly to himself, his eyes grazing over your soft figure as you turned in your sleep, facing him.

The two of you hadn’t touched yourselves since that day in the tent, and you two were far from even talking about the situation without turning flustered from the way you both had earned so much pleasure from each other. Jaemin looked at you now; your shirt that was thin enough to show your perked nipples, hard against the fabric.

As much as he didn’t want to wake you up, his eyes shut tightly from your small groan, the arousal increasing. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, placing a hand on your waist.

And then an idea flowed to his brain, a dirty thought that he hoped didn’t convey to you for the element of his surprise, and he shifted slightly in his position. Glancing down at the shorts that were loosely placed on you, he licked his lips, his fingers dancing their way down to the waistband.

He moved as quietly as he could under the covers, moving your legs slowly apart as he pulled down your shorts. Jaemin could just imagine it, the way you’d lace your fingers into his hair to keep him to your pussy, and your face when he nipped at the skin of your thighs. Oh, that was definitely something he wanted to see.

Your panties were finally exposed to him, the light cotton covering your most private parts perfectly. His fingers latched to fabric, pulling it down your legs slowly enough that it wouldn’t wake you up. His hands trailed up your legs, stopping at your inner thighs when you stirred, taking a shaky breath before continuing your sleep.

“So fucking pretty,” Jaemin mumbled into your skin, placing a kiss to your thigh as his eyes never left your pussy. His eyes nearly drooled at the sight of it, never having seen one before in his entire life; but god, he could’ve sworn it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And he couldn’t wait to taste it.

He played with your folds carefully, feeling the way your breaths shortened at his movements, but not enough to wake you up. Jaemin’s heart was nearly beating out of his chest at this point, so filled with arousal and the need to pleasure his soulmate that he was sure it would be strong enough to intrude your thoughts.

After staring for so long, he finally gave in, starting to kitten lick at your clit. His tongue dug in deeper almost immediately, tasting your juices as his lips met your skin. He sucked softly, moving himself almost against you as perfectly as he did when he was kissing you.

Jaemin felt you stir, moaning quietly at the feeling you were getting from him, but he didn’t stop his movements, only increasing the pace of his lips. Your eyes finally fluttered open, only to roll back into your head, letting out soft sounds that pleased your soulmate.

J-Jaemin.

Your mind swirled from the haze of your slumber, still not awake enough to process everything at once until you heard the lewd sounds coming from between your legs due to his sucking. Fuck, Jaemin, fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good.

The whines going through his mind made him groan, the vibration making you widen your eyes. They focused on the pink hair brushing against your thighs, moving side to side as he made out with your clit. Just the sight of him looking up at you from your legs had you crying out loudly, maybe a little too loud, but it was perfect for him.

You like it, baby? Tell me how good it feels, scream for me. Say my name, I want to hear you moan my name. Louder for me, louder.

Jaemin’s voice was in your head, but they didn’t fail to send waves through both of your bodies. Just as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release, your hands grabbed onto his hair, keeping his lips to your pussy.

He could feel his breathing becoming restricted from your hold on him, but he couldn’t possibly let you get away without cumming all over his face. You tugged on his locks, your back arching off the bed for a moment before a hand pushed you, keeping you down. “Stay still, baby, I want to make you cum so well.”

You couldn’t help but writhe under his grasp, loving how much control he had over you while he continued to eat you out. His mouth moved south, and his tongue teased your hole mercilessly before he thrusted it into you. Jaemin’s hands grasped your hips, angling them towards his mouth to allow the wet muscle to enter your walls deeper.

“Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin,” your mouth chanted his name like it was the only thing you could remember, everything else being lost to the buzz of his mouth. Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin.

There was a burst of color in your eyes, leaving you crying out loudly as you finally released. Jaemin shuddered, pausing briefly to allow the the familiar wave pass over himself before lapping you up.

Your juices dripped down his chin, decorating the skin of his legs so nicely as he hummed into you, relishing in the taste of you. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good.”

There were tears streaming from down your face as Jaemin finally looked at you, hovering over you as he caressed your face. Pressing a kiss to your lips, you tasted yourself from his tongue, groaning from the taste. Baby, do you think you can take me?

You whined from his words, feeling his erection hard against your abdomen. With a shaky hand, you moved down to his bulge, palming it carefully. He nearly fell over you at the feeling, biting down on his lip.

I’ve never—had sex b-before.

He chuckled at your soft thought, looking down at you with loving eyes. Neither have I, baby. It’ll be a first time for both of us, hmm? He could sense your hesitation, watching you dart nervously between his eyes.

“We don’t have to—”

“N-No,” you snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I-I want to. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Jaemin’s hands tugged at the end of your shirt first, only removing it once you nodded, discarding of it somewhere on the floor. His mouth met your nipple almost immediately, nursing it carefully.

The only issue right now, you thought as your fingers tangled in his hair, was that you were completely naked and he was still completely clothed. You wanted more than anything to see him, but the words never formed, leaving you only in your mind.

But your mind was his mind, and he let your nipple go with a pop. Undress me, baby. Don’t be shy. He sat back, pulling you up slightly before pulling your hand to his chest, leaving it there for your own motion. I’m yours, baby, you don’t have to be shy. Take it off.

Your hand trailed to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head quickly. Hands grazed over his heavily toned body, the heat beteeen your legs seeming to increase from the visual you were getting. Jaemin noticed you were moving extra slowly, but from your thoughts, he found out you were trying to feel all of him, which he definitely could tell from the painful arousal he already had.

You finally reached the band of his shorts, and you pulled them down before your focused on his boxers, dark and filled with a package you were waiting for. Jaemin watched you, your eyes lingering on his face for a moment longer before pulling down his boxers, watching his cock spring out in front of you.

Now both of you were unclothed, sitting in anticipation as your eyes widened at your soulmate’s length. Fuck, will it fit?

He chuckled from your statement, peering into your eyes. “I promise, baby, it’ll fit. I’ll fill you up so well; I’m made for you after all.”

You whimpered from his words, your innocent expression catching him off guard as he pushed you back down against the mattress. His fingers found your folds, pushing past them to feel how wet you already were from both the previous activity and the arousal coming back to you. I’ll go slowly, okay?

The tip of his member gathered your juices before he positioned himself in front of your hole, looking up at you in approval. You nodded slowly, trying to brace yourself, but nothing could’ve really prepared you to what you felt.

He entered you slowly, your hole stretching for him so wide than they had ever done for your fingers. Your breath hitched from the sharp pain, which doubled as he filled you up completely. Tears gathered at the ends of your eyes, spilling slowly as you couldn’t seem to find anything other than pain.

You’re so tight, baby. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby, I promise it won’t hurt in a few seconds. Wait a little bit, just a little longer, okay?

Jaemin’s lips were everywhere, kissing your neck and face to distract you from the pain, whispering sweet nothings to you as he stayed still. You could tell that he was having trouble keeping still, but he focused on you first, waiting until you were comfortable enough to continue. Okay.

He moved slowly, pulling himself out completely before pushing back in. It was a slow motion, and with each thrust the pain started to fade, being replaced by the pleasure instead. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing into his skin as he increased his pace.

Fuck, faster. If Jaemin wasn’t controlling himself with every single cell of his body, he probably could have slammed into you senseless, but now that you asked for it, it was exactly what you got.

Your eyes were screwed shut as he pounded into you, but he kept his open. The sight of your mouth gaping from the lack of oxygen due to how fast he was going made him topple over himself, nearly cumming. His lips mashed over yours, pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

Your thighs were shaking, his cock hitting deeper than you ever thought was possible. “Jaemin, Jaemin, I—”

“Cum all over my cock,” he said breathlessly, his pace faltering slightly as he felt himself getting close. “Cum for me again, baby, show me how good you feel.”

The last thrust he gave was your breaking point, and you scratched down his back, leaving long streaks of red that made him groan. Your scream was loud, loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood with your soulmate’s name at the edge of your lips.

Jaemin came right after, moaning your name deeply into the crook of your neck as you felt your walls coat in his essence. You felt him fill you up, and then ride out his high before he pulled out.

His eyes trailed to your pussy, however, watching his cum spill out of you so beautifully that he thought he would cum again just at the sight. He wasn’t sure if it was just a carnal instinct, or the way he felt like he was marking you, but his fingers gathered the liquid, pushing it back into your hole. Fuck, that’s so hot.

Jaemin plopped down beside you, pulling you against him as he stared into your eyes. You look so hot with my cum inside you, baby. That could possibly be the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen in my overall existence.

You giggled at his comment, snuggling closer to him. You do realize that you just ruined my sheets, right? And there’s a possibility I could get pregnant now, right?

He hummed. I don’t really care. I can hand wash your sheets personally if you want, and I can deliver our child with my bare hands. You smacked his chest at the words, and he let out a laugh.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll worry about all that in the morning.”

And it was safe to say that everything was dealt with in the morning, along with the very spontaneous statement of Jaemin’s that truly intrigued you considering they went along the lines of ‘you’d look so hot with my kids.’ Let’s just say, you thankfully did not get pregnant from his fun this time.

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reducttiddi3es · 4 years ago

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Feels Right Monty x OC- Requested

REQUEST: @vintagemac94 Hey🌸, I just came across your blog and loved the Monty love I saw there those two stories were pretty awesome. Could I pls make a request for MontyxOc where she has a boyfriend in college but when she moved to town and transferred to Liberty High she fell for Monty because of the amazing chemistry they had when they first met... As much as she wanted to stay loyal the connection her and Monty had proved too strong to ignore and she let the temptation take over💜. Tysm

I really enjoyed writing this, so much so that I had to split it up into parts XD. I will put the second part up soon(once I complete it that is)

hope ya’ll enjoy it. requests are always open.

WORDS: 1389

MASTERLIST

“Ok, babe. I’ll call you tonight. I can’t afford to go late on the first day of school”

“No, Soph, you call me in break time ok.”

“Ugh, fine. I love you but I really got to go now”

I hung up smiling about how much my boyfriend cared for me. We had been together for a little more than a year and it was going great. He was a little possessive but that’s because he loves me. Right?

I ran down the stairs excited for my first day at Liberty high.

“Morning, mom. Hey dad”, I said kissing both of them.

“Here, have your breakfast and then we’ll leave”

“Have a nice day, sweety.”

“Bye dad”

I walked into the massive property of Liberty high which was crowded with noisy teens. I looked around, there were the cheerleaders, nerds, punks and the jocks. Ugh.

I never really fit in with most of these groups. I am friendly but I’d rather be alone. But I had promised myself to make friends.

I looked around and spotted a boy and a girl talking, they seemed nice.

“Hey, I’m Sophie Miller. I’m new here, can you please tell me the way to the counsellor’s office”

“Hey, I’m Hannah Baker.”

“I’m Clay Jensen. Well I was just heading there to take the new students on the school tour.” He laughs.

“Well then you can give me a little preview” I said before we bid goodbye to Hannah and headed towards the counsellor’s office. Wow. Its gonna take some time to memorize all these hallways.

The day went by well, I had a few classes with Clay and others with Hannah, so I didn’t have to put in the effort of socializing.

I sat at their table during lunch. They were so sweet, and we talked about random stuff while they told me a little more about the school.

As soon as the bell rang, we all moved towards our next class, when I realized that the next class, I had neither Clay nor Hannah with me. They showed me towards my classroom before going off towards their own. I walked in slowly, almost as if I was walking into a dense cave. I walked slowly to a bench at the end of the class, satisfied that I had caught the attention of nobody, or at least that’s what I thought.

I managed to get away from the “new girl introduction” bit successfully. Since it was the last class of the day, I went out towards the parking lot wondering where my dad was.

Things went on quite smoothly for the next few days. By smooth I mean little to no social interaction except with Clay, Hannah and a few teachers. It felt nice, like I could fit in, that I did not need my boyfriend as a barrier between me and the world. Jake (boyfriend) had asked me to call him at least 5 times a day. It was getting a little annoying, but I had to, after all he agreed to me going away to another town. It was the least I could do for him.

It had been almost a week in school and it is safe to say I still don’t know anyone other than Clay and Hannah, I mean I did make efforts to make friends but it seemed as if everyone had their friend groups filled already.

“Honey, I’m so sorry but you’ll have to walk to school this week”, my dad told me as he was getting ready to catch his flight to go on a business trip.

“Don’t worry dad, I CAN walk to school. It isn’t far” I chuckled.

Monday morning came soon, I got up realizing that I had to walk to school and so I had to be quick. But after all I’m as slow as a sloth bear. I ran, literally ran out of my house without breakfast, racing with the wind. God, I’m going to be late.

“Hey, careful.”

In the haste of getting to school on time, running like a mad-man on the streets, I did not realize when I bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking, so sorry.” I said sweating and almost at the verge of freaking out. “I didn’t see, I don’t- I’m sorry”

“Oh god, shhh, quiet”, that someone clasped a hand over my mouth with the other slowly rubbing up and down my back. This somehow immediately calmed me down. I looked up to meet the eyes of this kind stranger.

I looked into his deep hazel colored eyes, and I felt something. Something, that I can’t explain. Something I haven’t felt before. Something that was nice. I was so lost in his eyes that I did not realize that I had literally been gawking at him.

“You’re a weird girl, aren’t you” he laughed.

I snapped out of my bliss and gave him a confused smile.

“And a pretty one” he added, sending more shivers down my spine. His smile was so confident, so sweet yet almost like a smirk oozing with arrogance.

“Why are you walking to school today? Do you need a ride?” he asked.

I was shocked he knew as much as he did. And I guess it was written all over my face. He added “I go to the same school. I’ll give you a ride, it’s not very safe to leave you unsupervised right now”, he laughed.

He walked over to a jeep parked near the sidewalk and sat confidently in the driver’s seat, sure that I would follow him. And I did. I don’t know why I did it but I did. I sat down in the passenger seat.

“I’m Sophie. Sophie Miller” I said mustering up the most confidence I could and smiled at him.

“I’m Montgomery. Montgomery De La Cruz. But I prefer Monty” he said mimicking me. But I wasn’t offended, in fact I smiled at him wider than before. “Monty” I said softly.

The entire ride we spoke about tons of things. I’m not saying we had many things in common in fact we didn’t but it did not feel awkward. Also did I mention that that he was the hottest person I’d ever seen (still is). I hadn’t gotten the chance to see him that well considering I was near-freaking out over stumbling into him but when we reached school and he got off the car, the radiation of the morning sun hitting his skin in all the right places making him look more godly than he did before, had taken my breath away. Wow.

My feet carried me to class, my hands carried my books, physically I was in class but my mind could focus on nothing but Monty. His voice echoed inside my head; his soulful laugh made me smile like an idiot without realizing that I was in class.

“Miss Miller, is there something that you want to share with the class, so that all of us can laugh”

My face turned red at the teacher’s voice and I shook my head. The bell rang before she could go any further. The entire day, I barely payed attention to any class, my brain flooded with images of Monty (funny how I could imagine him in ways I’d not even seen him).

I absent mindedly walked out of the school towards home, still smiling wide. All of sudden a car pulled up next to me. The window rolled down.

“You know you can’t just ditch me, today morning was certainly not a one-time thing” he said smirking.

“N-no I was-“

“Oh God, just get in sweetheart” he laughed, the nickname leaving his lips effortlessly.

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It had been a week and my dad was back home but I still drove with Monty to school. We had gotten incredibly close, I went to his games and we spent a lot of time together after school, gaming, listening to music, I even tutored him while he failed to teach me baseball. But the most wonderful time was when we sat together and talked about random things. Monty had gotten me to feel so good about myself, I had become more confident. It felt nice.

We were jamming to some music while riding to school when my phone rang.

Jake.

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p-artsypants · 6 years ago

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P-Artsypants Fanfiction Masterpost!

I feel like I’m always making a new one of these posts every few months, but I honestly just write so much that it makes sense...

Updated so most recent Fandom is at the top.

Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

Fanfiction.net | Archive of Our Own | Wattpad

(~AU’s, *Finished, ❤️Author's Favorites)

Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened AO3 | FF.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart AO3 | FF.Net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️Amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit.

*Sing We All Noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*Speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️Tunnels of Love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*The Reveal That Wasn’t- First Parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*What A Mess We’re In- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

Long Fics

*❤️Nine Lives- (FF.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*Tender Words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (FF.Net | AO3)

Arranged Marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood Friends- At the Sandbox

❤️Easy Fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion Designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️Frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️Heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (Longer version by FateCharms)

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the Walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking On The Wrong Door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️Messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To Mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster Falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music Video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️Operation: Lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in Crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️Sorting Things Out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~The Dragon and The Dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

The Pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

Hide and Seek- Part 1

Lost and Found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️Infernal Responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️Roses and Lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!”

*~What the Water Gave Me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 State Street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️The North Tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️Boy Toy- AO3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

No, You Go First- AO3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*In Due Time- AO3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️Arcadia or Bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~Big Brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

Dear Jason- Bruce Writes a letter

Just Drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

The Prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

Of Mustard and Three Foot Purple Tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️Carol of the Bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*No Escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*Now you Know My Pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*Paint it Black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*Saving Grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️Requiem for Pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️Behold the Beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️Midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*So This is Love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️A Love Song Back To Me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

Down Feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*Angel’s Wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

Momma Look Sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

#fanfiction #kingdom hearts #miraculous ladybug #httyd #disney #beauty and the beast #sleeping beauty #escaflowne #cinderella #ffxv #Teen Titans #trollhunters

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findtheloveofmylife · 6 years ago

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Something Stupid (III)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC (Lily Hathaway)

Summary: He was not the type to pine or whatever you wanted to call it. It usually was the opposite, they pined for him, they wanted to be with him, which is probably why he was way out of his element with her.

Author’s Note: I uploaded later than expected (I went to the snow and there was no internet there) but its here, just like I promised. Because of the holidays, I specifically wrote this for this occasion. Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it, and to those that don’t have a wonderful day!

(also these chapters keep getting longer and longer. I’m sorry? but I just have a lot to write about these twos.) (and also, someone mentioned in the comments about how this fic reminds them of “Just What I Needed” by the Cars and oh my god, I see it! If you want to tell me more songs that remind you of this story or just in general, please do! I would more than love that!)

Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV

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Holliday’s had the tendency of making people overly sentimental. Roger could admit that he was one of those people. Which is probably why Christmas could have been what first made him start looking at Lily in a different light (although he didn’t know it at the time).

“This is stupid,” he had grumbled when Freddie had announced few weeks before Christmas that they were going to be doing Secret Santa. He hadn’t participated in those holidays games since grade school and wasn’t interest to do it as an adult.

But no matter how much he grumbled and argued, everyone ignored him and started writing their names in pieces in papers. After they were finished, Freddie placed all their names in Lily’s hat (that woman was always bloody cold, she needed to go see a doctor) and proceeded to pass it around to everyone.

“The name you pick is the one you’re stuck with. No exchanging names,” he warned them, giving Brian a look.

“What if you get yourself?” Roger asked when Freddie passed him the hat and reluctantly picked a name.

“Then get yourself something nice,” Lily told him, who already got her name and was folding her paper, slipping it in her jean pocket. “Like a nice pair of shoes.”

“You think that’s what I would get myself?” he asked, offended at what a shitty gift she had suggested.

“Socks?” she guessed. He made a face that she reciprocated. While he his hatred toward Lily had dissolved once his car door had been fixed, he still tended to end up bickering with her about pretty much anything. “Oh, I know, pants.”

“I’d rather get nothing than that.”

“Okay, I think that's everyone,” Freddie said, interrupting them. “Remember the rules, no changing names unless you got yourself, don’t go below the budget but you can go over if you want and we exchange gifts on Christmas Eve.”

“This is going to be fun,” Lily said, grinning at John.

Thankfully, Roger didn’t get himself. Instead, he had gotten Brian, which honestly relieved him. He would be easy to buy his gift than if Roger were to have gotten Freddie or Mary. He tried to gauge the expression of everybody, hoping to identify who got him but everyone seemed to be doing a pretty good job at hiding who they got.

“Who’d you get?” Roger asked the first person who he could get when they were heading out, which happened to be Lily.

“Hmmm, let me see,” she said and pulled out her paper. Roger was leaning in to take a peak when she pushed his face with her hand. “It’s none of your business that’s what.”

“Come on,” he groaned, following her. “If you tell me who you got, I’ll tell you who I got.”

“God, why are you such a child?”

“And why are you such a bore?”

“I am not a bore. I am the kind of girl that you wish would attend your parties.”

Roger laughed loudly. He was pretty sure they were now talking about a different person. Roger hadn’t realized he had been walking towards Lily’s car until they reached it.

“You got John didn’t you?” he asked as she opened the door.

She squinted at him. “Don’t tell me you got John?”

“Did we both get John?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past John to pull some shit like that. One time he managed to convince me that I didn’t buy him a birthday present when I had. Bastard.”

Changing his techniques, Roger quickly snatched the hat from her head. She yelped and looked ready to lunge at him, but thought better and stayed put in her spot. “I’ll give it back if you tell me who you got,” he bargained.

“I’m not telling you who I got,” she said flatly, and extended her hand, making him groan and handed her back her hat.

“You’re no fun.”

“You’re an asshole,” she said, getting in the car, and slamming the door shut. He shook his head at her in disbelief as she drove away. Once she was gone, he sighed, realizing that he didn’t get a clue on who got him and was going to walk back to his car. Guess that’s what he got for making a point to park on the other side whenever Lily was there.

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Christmas Eve soon came upon them, and Roger found himself with everyone cramped in Mary’s living room, exchanging their Secret Santa gifts. Naturally, Freddie demanded to go first.

“For the love of my life,” Freddie said and handed his gift to a beaming Mary. He gave her a long kiss which made Lily give them a wolf whistle. Roger laughed, making Lily look over at him.

“Nice hat,” he mouthed, pointing to her Santa hat she had chosen to wear that evening. It matched her red dress, that he had tempted to make a comment when he had seen her but stopped himself with the warning look John threw him.

“Thank you,” she said, completely choosing to ignore his sarcasm. After Mart finished marveling the beautiful dress that Freddie had given her, she then gave her gift to John, who then gave his gift to Freddie.

“I’ll go next,” Brian offered, who was closest to Freddie. He picked up his gift, stood up and went towards Lily’s direction. “Happy Christmas, Lils.”

“Thank you, Brian,” she said, standing up and taking his gift. Without a warning, she pulled Brian into a tight hug, and Brian’s surprised expression made everyone laugh. Everyone had quickly learned that Lily was a hugger, but was still taken back at the intensity of them. Once she realized him, Brian went back to his seat and Lily opened his gift.

“Oh, my goodness,” she laughed in delight when she saw the gift and looked at Brian. “Where did you get these?”

“A friend of mine,” Brian answered vaguely.

“You have more friend than us?” Freddie asked, making John cackle loudly. Brian threw a pillow in their direction.

“Books?” Roger asked skeptically when he got a good look at Lily’s gift.

“Yes, books,” Lily said. “Psychology books that I have been wanting forever but have been too cheap to buy for myself.”

“You’re fun,” he muttered, earning him a pillow to the head.

“Thank you, Brian,” she said again.

“I’m glad you like them,” Brian said, looking pleased with herself. When she turned to pull out her gift, Brian leaned in and whispered to Roger, “You have no idea how panicked I was when I got her.”

“Could’ve gotten her scarfs. That’s what I got her, that woman is always bloody cold,” he muttered, making Brian laugh.

“Alright, my turn,” Lily practically sang, smiling widely, holding her gift, which was neatly wrapped with a huge bow in the middle. It should’ve been obvious for Roger who she got but still was a little surprised when she went towards him. He stood up when she reached him. “Happy Christmas, Roger,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you,” he said, taking her gift from her hands. He glanced at it and then at her, and went to give her a quick hug, but of course, Lily was having none of that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“We should go outside and have a cigarette after this is over,” she whispered in his ear. She let him go before he could respond and went back to her seat. He weighted the gift, trying to figure out what it could possibly be.

“Open it,” Mary ordered.

“I’m going to, calm down,” he said and reluctantly ripped the wrapping paper. He found a box and felt a slight dread. She got him shoes, he was almost certain. So, imagine his surprise when he opened the box and found three pairs of sunglasses. “Huh,” he said.

“What is it?” Brain peered and grinned at him. “Look at that. Haven’t you been complaining that you wanted a new pair of sunglasses.”

“I have,” he admitted, picking one of them and trying them on. The sunglasses were really nice, one of them was even one he had been contemplating on getting for a while. He took them off and looked at Lily, giving her a smile. “Thank you, Lily. These are great.”

“You’re welcome,” she said and something about her nonchalant response made him suspicious. He had expected her to be more... enthusiastic or at least annoying about it. Go on about how lucky he was to get her. And then there was her whisper about going outside after this.

Yeah, she was definitely getting him back for switching her drinks from the last party.

“That leaves you, Roger.”

“Oh, right,” he said and grabbed his gift. He handed it to Brian. “Hope you like it, mate.”

Brian had liked to his gift, a small telescope, and after they had finished the Secret Santa, they exchanged others gifts they had bought for each other. Freddie gave Mary jewelry, Brian gave Roger a bottle of whiskey, Lily gave John a few dress shirts and many more gifts were exchanged. Halfway through, Roger excused himself for a smoke break. He sat on the ledge of the window, and after a few minutes of smoking alone, Lily joined him, holding a gift bag with her.

“Hello, hello,” she said and took a seat next to him. Because of the small size of the windows, their shoulders were tightly pressed against each other.

“Where’s the hat?” He pointed to her bare head.

“Deacy’s wearing it for me.”

“I bet you look better with it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking thoughtful. “Deacy is making it work better than I have.”

“Hmm,” he nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

“Do you have another cigarette?” she asked him.

“Yeah, hold on,” he said and pulled out a packet and a lighter, handing it to her.

“Ooh, its new,” Lily said, grinning at him, taking one and lighting it. She took a drag and sighed contently.

“You don’t usually smoke,” he commented, finding it strange to see her holding a cigarette.

“No, I do, but not as much as you guys do. Only on special occasions.”

“Is this a special occasion? Is this why you wanted to get me alone? Wait, do you want to shag?” he said, giving her a suggestive look.

She patted his cheek. “Sometimes I wonder what goes inside your head when you talk.”

“You didn’t say no.”

She rolled her eyes and then turned to her right, picking up the gift bag. “Listen, we don’t talk a lot and when we do, its just to bicker. Frankly, I feel that’s because you’re still plotting my murder because of what I did to your car,” she said, her hands nervously fiddling with the present.

“Don’t remind me,” he said wryly, which made her wince apologetically. That made him smile. He had long gotten over it but she didn’t need to know that. Which is probably why, months after the incident, and she still seemed hung up on the accident.

“Anyways, when I got your name, I was pretty excited. I wanted to get you something extra in case that was still in the back of your mind.”

“So, you’re trying to bribe me?” he clarified.

“No, that sounds horrible. I’m just trying to be nice,” she said, pretending to be outraged. “But, hypothetically, if that were the case, I wonder if this would work.”

He looked at her doubtfully as he gingerly grabbed the bag. Dropping his cigarette, and stepping on it, he opened it and saw that inside was a red-orange leather jacket. He took it out, staring at it, loss of words.

“Do you hate it?” Lily asked anxiously, misinterpreting his silence as a bad sign.

“No,” he said loudly, startling Lily. “No, I... how did… this must have cost a lot.”

“So, you don’t hate it?”

“Not bad, Hathaway,” he said, nodding his approval.

She beamed, obviously pleased with herself. “I know right? I saw it and I knew this would be perfect for you. Try it on. I am positive it fits you, but I just need to double check.”

Roger sighed heavily. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” she said smacking his shoulder lightly. “Now try it on.”

He stood up from the ledge and made a huge show on putting on the jacket and modeling it for Lily. She stood up and smiled.

“Yes, this looks very nice,” she murmured, smoothing out creases on Rogers’ shoulder.

“Of course it looks nice, I’m wearing it.”

She made a face. “Always the modest one.”

He laughed but smiled at her genuinely. “I appreciate this gift, Lily. You didn't have to get it. I don't hate you,” he said seriously.

“Oh, I know you don't hate me, but I’ve learned that you do like to lean into the dramatics. Which is probably why you and Freddie get along so well. Honestly, I don’t know who’s the bigger hysterical queen, you or Freddie? My money's on the guy that throws things whenever he doesn’t get his way.”

“Because it's almost Christmas I’m going to chose to ignore that comment.”

“Bet you’re happy you got me as Secret Santa, right?”

And there it was, the smugness. But it didn’t matter what he thought, he didn’t get a chance to tell her. At that moment, someone called out Lily’s name. Both turned around to see a tall man, standing by the fence, waving at them.

“Matt? What are you doing here?” Lily asked in surprised but rushed over to him, jumping into his arms. Seeing that she didn’t scream at this stranger presence, he assumed that he was her boyfriend.

“I wanted to see you,” the boyfriend said. Roger had to hide his derisive cough when he heard an American accent. Lily’s American boyfriend explained her tendency to use American terms.

“You saw me today in the morning,” Lily reminded him but sounded pleased.

“Yeah, but that’s too long. And you said you came with John, I figured you needed a ride back.”

“Really? That’s why you’re here?” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah, and also I wanted to convince you to come and join me with my parents.”

“Matt,” she started but he interrupted her.

“I know, I know you had plans for today but tomorrow you’re free.”

“I’m going to be with John.”

“In the afternoon,” he argued. “And my parents are...”

Roger decided to tune out their conversation, not interested in hearing the hardships of compromising and lit another cigarette.

“Alright,” he heard Lily said, making him look over them. “Let me just go inside to get my things and go say goodbye to everyone.”

She started to run off inside, when she stopped, looked over to Roger, who raised his hand as if to say he was still there.

“Shit, I am so rude,” she said and reached over to drag her boyfriend towards Roger, “but Matt, this is Roger, he’s in John's band. Roger, this is Matt, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you,” the American said, extending his hand. Roger shook it firmly and felt him tightened his grip.

“Pleasure,” he said shortly and let it go. Lily glanced between the two men, an unreadable expression on her face. When Roger caught her eye, she seemed to make up her mind.

“Be right back,” she said and sprinted back inside, leaving Roger and the boyfriend alone.

“Got another one?” the American asked, nodding to Rogers cigarette.

“Sorry, last one,” Roger said, shrugging.

“Ah, it's alright.” The American heaved a sighed and just when Roger thought they were going to sit in silence, he spoke up again. “What were you and Lily doing outside?” he asked curiously.

“Smoke break,” he said shortly, raising his cigarette.

“Oh, right.”

Roger was thankful that it didn’t take Lily too long to collect her things and say her goodbyes because he had no intention to make small talk with her American. She appeared a minute later, looking flushed and carried a handful of gifts. The American rushed to her side and took half of the baggage.

“I was wondering where did the hat go,” the American commented, the Santa hat back on Lily’s head. She shrugged and nudged him to the car. “Oh, Merry Christmas,” he called out to Roger.

“Yeah, you too,” Roger said.

“Happy Christmas, Roger,” Lily told him, stopping in front of him.

“Happy Christmas,” he said, and his eyes darted to Lily’s boyfriend, that was already putting her things in his car. “American, really?” he said in a low voice earning an annoyed look from her.

“Goodbye, Roger,” she said and went to join her boyfriend. He watched her get in the car and didn’t look away until the car was out of his sight. Roger looked down at the jacket and felt the material under his fingertips. It was a really nice gift, one that he did not expect getting from Lily. But he had come to realize, that with Lily, he never knew what to expect from her.

He should’ve known that was probably what started it all.

#roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy as roger taylor #ben hardy #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody

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witchymarvelspacecase · 7 years ago

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Summary: @imhereforbvcky cannon challenge: ”Would you just let me help you?”

Tony Stark x OC (Tessa)

Word Count: 1834

Warnings: Swearing, feelings of inadequacy, minor injury, slightly less minor injury, more swearing, fluff?

A/N: Serious procrastination and brain-fart shit going on over here… nothing new. This one became something entirely different than what I’d intended… oh well. Hope ya like it anyway!

Posted: 4/5/18

Being among the Avengers every day was enough to give a girl an inferiority complex. Seriously, Tessa wondered why the fuck she was there at least twice a day. Then again, there were almost as many moments where she realized that the Avengers desperately needed a dose of normality. Sam and Scott were the only two in the group who seemed to have a “life” outside their hero-life. And they were frequently gone, so it fell to Tessa to be the reality check.

She was essentially the team’s assistant, so she did a little of everything. It took a few months, but Tessa had eventually stopped trying to tell the team that, no, she was not qualified to help calibrate whatever piece of lab equipment was needed, or to help them fix some vehicle or another. She’d just spend her off time reading user’s manuals and how-to guides. The Avengers saved people the least she could do was try to become a bit more helpful.

Downside? Most of the time she helped resulted in some form of personal injury or another. Usually, it was just a bruise, or a small cut. Nothing to complain about, so she didn’t. More often than not, she wouldn’t say anything to the team at all, and usually, no one noticed. But occasionally, the injuries were a bit more obvious, and though she’d do her best, at least one person would notice. Most of the time, that person was Sam or Tony.

“Is she limping again?” Sam asked quietly as he leaned against the breakfast bar beside Tony. Tessa was across the room, moving to sit on the couch beside Steve.

“Yeah,” Tony confirmed, “what was she doing yesterday?”

“I think she was helping Steve and Barnes in the garage again.”

“What about me an’ Steve in the garage?” Bucky asked as he walked into the room.

“We’re trying to figure out what Tessa was doing when she hurt herself this time.” Sam explained, still watching her.

“She was helping move some of the bikes. One of them bumped her pretty hard, but she said she was fine…” Bucky said turning to look at Tessa too, “how often has she been gettin’ hurt?”

“Pretty much weekly, if not daily. She never says anything though.”

The three men watched as she stood to meet Natasha and followed her out of the room; all of them seeing the slight hitch in her step.

“Has anyone talked to her about it?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, a couple times,” Sam said, “she always smiles and promises that she’s fine, or says she’s just sore, or she slept funny or whatever.”

Tony was used to brushing his pain aside, ignoring anything that would slow him down, or make him look as weak as he felt, recently, he’d become more aware of that tendency. As such, he was also more aware of other people doing the same thing. He had made a habit of calling out his teammates for it, not that they took him seriously at first, they didn’t want to listen, but eventually, he would either trick them into accepting his help, or he would simply become more and more annoying until they caved for no other reason than to get him to let off. Either way, Tony had a weird, but effective way of taking care of the people around him.

Tessa had a similar tendency, though she didn’t have to stoop to annoying the Avenger’s into compliance, she’d just prod and they’d fold. She assumed it was because they didn’t see her worry as something to be offended by; she was like the house mother. Another difference, Tessa seemed unaware of her pain. Or not, she felt the pain, but she acted like her pain wasn’t important, or worth taking care of.

Tony, Sam, and Bucky stood in the kitchen a while longer, wondering if the rest of the team had noticed as well, before dispersing, each promising that they’d watch out for Tessa.

“Not that it will help much,” Tony thought as he headed to his lab, “she’s never complained before, I doubt she will now.”

It did change however, when Tessa fell off a ladder after one of Tony’s parties. She’d been helping clean up, and had noticed a bunch of confetti stuck on the wall. Instead of telling anyone else, she had opted to clean it herself, and it probably would have been fine, if she had checked that the ladder was locked, but she didn’t. And she was in her room on bed rest because of it.

Tessa thought that the team’s reaction was overdramatic. Honestly, you’d think she was at death’s door the way they all hovered around her. Sure, her whole body was like one giant bruise, and just breathing hurt, but as usual, she insisted that she was fine. Insisted that the team go and do what they needed to do, she didn’t need them babying her.

And so it was, that a few days later, left to her own devices, Tessa had snuck out of her room, and into her small office. She had some scheduling to check on and correspondence with the children’s hospital that she needed to keep up with, it wasn’t anything strenuous, so she didn’t see the harm.

But when Tony went to check in on her and found her room empty, he flipped. He knew she hadn’t left the building, FRIDAY had locked down her elevator access so she couldn’t have even left her floor. He knew she was in her office, but he was still pissed.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Jesus fuck, Tony! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” Tessa yelped as she jolted in her chair, the movement causing all of her injuries to twinge and pull.

“Imagine how I felt when I went to check on you and found you weren’t there!” Tony almost growled as he crossed the room to stand in front of her desk, “You’re supposed to be in bed resting.”

“Well I have shit to do. You wouldn’t let me have my computer in my room, so I have to come to my office,” Tessa said as she straightened a small pile of papers on her desk that she had jostled slightly when Tony had startled her.

“Cause you weren’t supposed to be working. You’re supposed to be resting. I know you, you won’t rest if there’s a computer. Gods forbid you not take advantage of spreadsheet availability.”

Tessa snorted. “Look, I appreciate it Tony. But I’m fine. I’m sore, but I’m fine. There’s stuff that needs to be done, and I need to do it so that you all can do what needs to be done. Your jobs are important. I can’t do your job, but I can help you do it.” Tessa shot Tony a look. She knew he was trying to help, but honestly, it made her feel worse that he was wasting time worrying about her. He had so many more important things to be worrying about, like saving the world, she felt horrible for taking his time away from that.

Tony was searching for a way to explain to Tessa that she was important, that the team wanted her to be healthy and happy. That he wanted her to be healthy and happy. He struggled for a moment before Tessa stood up and tried to walk to the shelf to the side of her desk and almost collapsed.

As she stood, Tessa knew it was a bad idea, but how else would she get what she needed? Ask Tony? No, she could cross a few feet by herself, no need to bother Tony. But when the simple movement of stepping on her right foot had her gasping as her leg gave out beneath her, Tessa had a second to berate herself before Tony helped her anyway.

Tony caught her just before she hit the floor, pulling her gently to his chest. The fall wouldn’t have done too much damage, but all Tony could see was what she had looked like when he’d found her after FRIDAY had alerted him to her fall from the ladder.

“Would you just let me help you?” he mumbled, barely audible, but Tessa turned her head, trying to look at him. “I just- I want to help you. You don’t have to handle this shit while you’re hurt.”

“But I-” Tessa started but Tony cut her off.

“I get the feeling you think that asking for help is bothering us somehow,” Tony said, watching Tessa’s reaction, he realized he was right. He turned her so that she was facing him, still held in his arms. “It’s not. Definitely not. You know that right? We help each other. I mean fuck, Cap goes out of his way to ask to help people, so why do you think it would be a bother to help you? You’re family.” Tessa’s eyes widened. “You’re as much a part of the team as any of us Tessa. You help us all the time, so let us help you for now. Let me help you,” Tony was almost out of breath by the time he finished.

Tessa’s eyes were still wide, and now filling with tears. She knew she helped the team, knew that they were helpful, kind people, but she had assumed she’d be a burden. She had thought she would bother them if she asked for help. They thought of her as a part of the team?!

Ignorant to Tessa’s thoughts, Tony could only see her eyes welling up. “Oh honey,” he said quietly, “don’t cry. You know I don’t know what to do with tears.” He brushed away the few tears that spilled down her cheeks away with a soft, self deprecating smile.

“Sorry,” Tessa said, her voice strained as she tried to keep in the sobs that wanted to spill out, “I didn’t think- I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“And I’m here to tell you that it couldn’t ever bother any of us.”

Tessa nodded, dropping her forehead to Tony’s chest just above the scarred place where his arc reactor used to be. “C- could you help me back to my room?” she asked.

Tony smiled, “of course, honey.” Tony bent slightly, picking her up and carrying her out of the office.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“No problem Tessa.”

She was fast asleep by the time Tony reached her door, so he pulled back her blankets as best he could before laying her on the bed and covering her back up.

He took a moment before leaving the room, brushing her hair from her forehead and pressing a kiss to her hairline. As he left the room, Tony instructed FRIDAY to let him know when Tessa woke up, so she couldn’t sneak out again, then he went to talk to the rest of the team. Sounds like their assistant needed and assistant… par for the course with the Avengers he supposed.

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helloimnotlame · 7 years ago

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First Time - Seth Rollins Smut

A/N: Requested by anon (so sorry it took so long i got a life for 6 days) hope I fulfilled it to your liking! Long af, Thanks for reading, feedback is vv appreciated !!

Roaring spews of golden dipped vermilion dwelled upon bristled bark like fog against a hazy horizon in a cage of brass and bricks before you. The luminous scent of crisp firewood it gave off intertwined with your boyfriend Seth Rollin’s cologne, the vibe spreading throughout the room laying you content in the curve of his masculine figure. The subtle sparks of fire against wood accompanied his raspy voice as he spoke. “Me n’ Ambrose - we were walking around the arena and these crappy shoes hurt like hell. I swear I’d rather walk on needles ” Your eyes focused on the fireplace while listening to him mindlessly ramble on about his day as if it were a hobby as moments like these where Seth actually spoke emotions came rare. He’d always ask you about his day and when you tried to return the favor he always shrugged it off so you took the opportunity.

“My feet hurt - I start talking about it n’ this guy comes up to me askin if he can rub my feet” He paused completely dumbfound, the air he sucked in representing it. “Who asks somebody to rub their feet in the middle of a hallway” You giggled at his unusual interaction however you found it believable, and sometimes could even imagine yourself in the persons shoes. “Maybe he genuinely cared about your comfort” you defended on his behalf, shrugging suggestively up against Seth with a sly smile.

“What no - he’s literally just some 50 old virgin - being weird and gettin’ off to feet and stuff” Seth ridiculed harsher - his face scrunching up at the fact that you were defending him. Personally, Seth despised the thought of doing more than looking at a person’s feet and close-mindedly refused to see how other people could. By his strained and defensive demeanor you could tell he was really bothered by it, as if his pride was on the line - so you decided to change the topic.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin” laughs protruded under your tone , earning a simple shrug from Seth. “No - No there’s not but they just do weird stuff” It was the stereotype. If you were doing something abnormal you were instantly labeled as someone who had never been touched before. “Oh okay so, Do I do weird things?” You questioned hastily, your words stunning him like a spray of ocean water to the face of the blazing sun.

“Da….” His gaze fell off into the distance as if he was looking for the right words to say. His long eyelashes fluttered waves with each word that trembled fear of upsetting you. “You..I mean…I wouldn’t say it’s because you’re a virg- I mean that’s just you and how you are as an individual and - I love you…for it” Your eyes diverted from the flames to him - watching him struggle to eat his words in each breath he took. “Mhmm ya I believe you, Seth” your words leaked sarcasm causing him to grin. “Hey ok you think you’re cute. You ain’t innocent missy.” His slender body curved so he laid on top of you, your body sinking into the soft couch below. “Oh me?” You questioned with the softest voice you could put on through the sarcasm that refused to leave your mouth , your breath hitching lightly as you felt his warm physique press down onto yours creating little balls of spark through your clothes. After all, He wasn’t lying. Even though you had never truly had sex with someone you knew just about from what Seth was mentioning of feet to even weirder things. “Yes you” He chuckled, his brown eyes peering into yours with soft quills. “When are we gonna take care of that little thing anyways - huh?” Cotton grew in your throat at his words. The most you had ever done to yourself was graze your clit or barely manage to get one finger in - but you were more than excited to feel the hype of sex that had society drunk. It wasn’t that you were scared either - Seth had the trust of your life but it was the matter of going through it that made you anxious. “I’m ready” you assured Seth, with a small shrug to his actual question.

“Right now?” Seth questioned almost immediately, his forehead drifting off against yours. Watching his gaze stare into yours for confirmation made your heart race. This was actually going to happen. “Yeah…right now…” you trailed off with a deep shaky breath - your brain prepping deep speculation for what was to come next. A shy smile itched onto his lips, his defined cheek bones curling with it. “Really?” His tone was cheeky with shock that he - a scrub in his eyes was going to be the one that you entrusted with a gem. That he will be the one to take the precious peace of innocence you kept all these years. “Really - Seth yes” you shrugged anxiously making him chuckle, his lips pressing against the tender lining of your jaw. “You’re just too cute” he purred, your skin chilling at his change of tone. Just a second ago he was all gushy now his voice was consumed with lust and seduction from the thought of indulging in his lover. You couldn’t help but get turned on, your legs sliding against him, his wet lips grasping the vulnerable skin buried in the crook of your neck to the rhythm of want his hands drummed against your waist. You stifled out shy moans to the sensations , the worry of sounding weird clouding you from true expression but Seth noticed this and couldn’t stand it. He didn’t expect full on porn star moans nor wanted them. He wanted to know all that he was doing to you. “It’s okay babe - I got you. Just let go” he rasped, the vibrations his mutters induced strumming against your chest. His hands were subtle suctions as they rose to cup your breasts through your shirt, a loud moan woven with shock and pleasure slipping from your mouth feeling the skin succumb to his grip.

“That’s it. Can I take it off?” His chocolate eyes peered at you through the loose strands of hair dangled effortlessly against his face. You gave him the signal with a quick nod, anticipation filling the pit of your stomach. You watched his body slither down your legs, your shirt flipping up briefly - his lips replacing the comfort of the cloth. The intensity of his kisses rose with your shirt, the fabric brimmed to your chin, Seth too busy indulging in your bra covered chest to take it off completely. His smile curved with gentle fascination at the scene causing you to giggle. Of course during your relationship he’s seen you naked - but never close up like this and it drove him crazy with want. His fingers crawled under your back against the couch, unhooking your bra with ease. “Arms up” he demanded, your arms draping against the couch arm as you let him slide off your top garments, they making a muddle against the soft rum carpet below. His lips clasped one nipple into the warmth of his mouth, your sensitive nob subduing under the smooth damp surface of his tongue, sending pleasurable yet unfamiliar sensation to your breasts. Seth grew conscious in ensuring he wasn’t doing anything wrong, his gaze meeting yours as he savored your taste, watching each fold and twitch your mouth made above him. Warm silk blanketed the curve of your nipple with passion driven to pleasure you, the sting it sent gentle yet demanding.

Just as you started to get used to the sensation, your nipple puckered out of his mouth , bouncing back against your breast. “You liked that , huh baby?” Seth purred as he crept further down your body. You nodded your head shyly but that wasn’t satisfactory for Seth. “Tell me” he demanded, the brim of your pants in the folds of his fingers. Thick saliva folded in the start of your throat as you tapped into the succession of courage through your shyness of lustful expression. “I liked it, Seth” you spoke with a much louder voice than before but it still failed to satisfy Seth. He wanted the satisfaction of hearing your voice pronounce each and every foul word in the dictionary. "You liked what?“

“My-my nipple in your mouth” you stuttered in a low whimper. Seth hummed in response, his dick twitching at each word “That’s my good girl”. Filth filled his mind - hearing your profane language being one of the hottest things in the world to him and it never failed to make him hard. His thick fingers intertwined with the hem of your pants, your panties caught in the hook. Your bottoms skid painfully slow down your legs the cold air attacking your skin with chills, Seth’s lips not helping as they kissed roses against them. Your bottoms joined your top in the muddle across the floor, your body presented completely bare on display for Seth. His melted eyes did numbers across your bare skin as he took in every inch of your nude body. Seeing you like this made his mouth water, every inch of your skin being fueling both his desires and lust.

“My god (Y/N)…you’re so beaut-fuck…spread those legs for me” He rasped in awe, positioning his head inbetween the inside of your thighs just as you spread them revealing your untouched cunt. Seth hummed, his lips kissing the tender skin of your thighs sending fragile sensations through your body. His tongue flicked against the hood of your clit shocking you as the fragile sensations intensified immensely - the new effortless feeling of ecstasy clouding your lower half with pleasure. “Oh..” you moaned, bucking your hips mindlessly, Seth’s tongue digging deeper into your hood. Slurping sounds soon filled the air as Seth went down on you delivering pleasure throughout your body, his lips savoring the taste of you. This moment had been a big fantasy of his ever since the two you of started dating, just the though of eating you out being enough to turn him on. Seth’s became messy as he was lost in desire , his spit soaking your pussy lips, the cold liquid trickling a trail to your hole prying a loud moan from your lips at the new experience. Rigid vibrations muttered from his mouth as his lips sucked sensually on your clit , his dark beard drenched in a mix of your juices. His forefinger poked into your clenched tight opening , your body instinctively tensing up at the pain it caused. Seth noticed your discomfort, his other hand immediately caressing your thigh in efforts to relax you.

"Shhh, Shhhh I got you. It’s gonna hurt a little baby girl alright ? - and you tell me if it does.“ He directed in a soothing hush , his carefulness calming you knowing he’d stop if it got too much. But fear that it would clouded your mind as just one of his fingers hurt like hell. "Okay” you whimpered trust in him, your legs trembling from the mix of emotions. One hand was back on your clit massaging small circles while the other pressed into your opening - Seth’s plan to relieve the ache with pleasure. Everything went dark - the light of the fire still visible through your closed eyes at the feeling of him invading your tight hole. Watching your reaction Seth began to worry, instinctively retracting his finger not wanting to hurt you. As soon as his finger left, you felt your hole re-clench all over again, disappointment escaping your mouth in the form of a gasp. “No, no keep going” you reassured him, earning a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “My strong lady” Seth praised only imaging how bad you were feeling right now, the sensation of his forefinger pushing you apart returning.

After a while the sensation wasn’t too bad but just came with an enormous amount of discomfort, his fingers being much thicker and longer than yours. His finger protruded slowly in and out of your hole until he felt you loosen up. “Ready for more?” His voice was deep yet softened with care and patience. You nodded in confirmation, sucking your breath in with preparation to start again. Seth’s middle finger pushed in alongside his fore, your hole making way painfully for his the force. After moments of clenching and squeezing , Seth’s middle and index finger rested inside you like plyers forcing open a rubber band. “You doing alright?” Seth asked consciously, watching your expression. “Yea - keep coming ” you forced out under your breath. It did hurt like hell but you knew it was only gonna get better with time. A few minutes of your hole stretching the discomfort and pain started to go away. Between the sensations Seth delivered to your clit and feeling his long fingers dig into your wetness the experience began to be pleasurable. Soft moans trailed from your lips as your body released its tension, submitting to the arousal. But fingers could only go so deep. You needed more. “Seth..” you whimpered with shaky breathes through the pleasure grabbing his focus from off your pussy. “I want it.” Seth smacked his lips along to the rhythm of his head shaking, his fingers still working you. "I don’t know what ‘It’ is you gotta tell me what you want baby girl". Not this again. You knew he knew what you wanted and it felt weird having to say it out loud constantly. Another audible whimper hummed through your body - following with your hips bucking. It only made Seth quicken his pace, his wet fingers rubbing furiously on your clit causing you to moan louder with ecstasy. “Hmm? You gonna tell me?” he pressed , spitting down onto your folds lubricating your clit. The curve of your spine arched at the change of pace - the pleasure becoming overwhelming . Your mouth showed just how intense it was with a symphony of moans. "Fuck me Seth - I want your dick” you blurted out. Seth hummed at your foul outburst a cheeky smirk planting on his lips. “That’s my girl” You watched as Seth slicked his wet fingers from your hole, his body declining onto his knees. His hairy knuckles slid down the black sweat pants that clung onto his waist, his pulsing rock solid length that ached for a taste of you springing from it’s cage and smacking his toned V-line. A rosey red invaded the tip of his vein protruded cock a growl of relief slipping from Seth's mouth the feeling of being contained dissolving. From the near drawer, Seth pulled out a silver condom the package ripping open under his fingers. The latex slid on snuggly around his cock as he slid the rubber down his shaft. Positioning himself up against your opening, your breathing started to quicken. He was pretty big and the thought of it pushing inside of you made you ache already but you wanted to get it over with.

“Ready?” Seth asked reassuringly, you nodding in confirmation to his carefulness closing your eyes ready to bare the pain. Your back arched to the hisses that strung from Seth’s mouth as he pushed ever so slowly into your tightness - his eyes squeezing together at the immense feeling of your walls clinging onto his cock. Your breath was taken away at the feeling of your lower half being slowly ripped into, the numbing pain staining your stomach with a pit of inferno . Desperate for something to clutch onto your hands fumbled against the fabric of the couch until Seth’s bigger hand took hold of you, his body declining down onto you in a missionary position. His forehead melted into yours, his clouded eyes buried into your sulked ones in the moment of importance. Your teary gaze met his with your lips dry in agape at how bad it hurt. “It’s okay baby girl you got this alright, you’re doing good” Seth encouraged through rigid breathes, all of his pulsing inches filling your walls, soreness swimming in your lower half to the rapid clenches you made in attempt to adjust to the new feeling. Seth flew peppermints if kisses against your face, his lips resting on the tip of your nose as he rested inside of you. “Tell me when you want me to move okay?” he hissed his eyes not leaving yours. You took your time, letting your walls expand around his cock until you felt you were ready. “Now” you whimpered, Seth’s figure leaving your gaze, your eyes squeezing closed to the painful penetration as Seth rocked his hips in sedative thrusts, his hisses becoming deep growls.

After a while of being limp to the pain and discomfort you adjusted around his massive size - the feeling of Seth’s hard on violating your walls beginning to hell pleasurable. The feeling cascaded through the pent up tension and pain, Your eyes fluttering open to your lips letting go of a few moans. Seth lit up, a grin spreading across his face seeing you had did it. Together. “That’s my girl” he purred, his grip on your hand tightening as he made love to you. His soft pace sent pleasure through your body his fragile thrusts deepened with his growls, you realizing what was coming next. Seth’s dick twitched inside of you his balls tightening against your mound, his dick shooting hard ropes into the condom, loud growls of pure satisfaction escaping from the both of your mouths. Seth hummed as he slid out of you, placing a kiss to your forehead as his lazy figure left yours to the cold exposed air as he disposed of the condom. You took the moment to steady your breathing and let all that happened sink in, your virginity now in the safe of your lover Seth’s heart. Right after he did, he was back by your side, cradling you into the side of his warm body, caressing you to the sound of the fire. “My angel… That was fuckin’ great” Seth praised through a tired yet excited mumble, his hair matted against the soft narrow face. “I’m glad you were my first” you admitted shyly. Although it lowkey felt like you got your ass beat, this was an experience you’ll never forget. “Who else would be” he questioned soft-heartedly “You’re mine, don’t you forget that.”

#wwe smut #wwe dirty imagine #seth rollins smut #seth rollins dirty imagine #thistooksolongandistoolongineedhelp #smut #dirty imagine #kdonewithtags

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planetjeon · 7 years ago

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hurricane | jungkook [pt.1]

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words: 3.3k genre: angst. i literally only know how to write angst. summary: as with the people wrongly convicted of crimes, you felt betrayed, hurt, anger, sadness, as the people you thought knew you, didn't really at all.

a/n: the oc might not come off as very likeable but i wanted her to be a more realistic character. she's exhibiting emotions normal people would exhibit if put in the same situation so bear with her, bear with me :) also, i'm finally done with finals so i'll have more time to actually write now and i'm excited to properly run a writing blog.

you'd always been pretty brash. loud, often obnoxious, a little immature. but that was what the people around you loved about you. and it was a side you only managed to show because you were so close to the 7 boys.

it was no secret you could be a little bitchy, one thing you absolutely could not stand was rude people - rude waiters, people on the street who gave glaring looks even when it was obviously their fault for walking into you. but then again, your joking, impulsive mannerisms could also be seen as rude to other people. people who didn't know you as well.

and liars - god, liars were just awful people. especially those who lied at the expense of others. you felt for the people wrongly convicted of murder. of course, your situation hardly came close to being put in prison for a crime you did not do, but it felt as dramatic. you felt the betrayal, hurt, anger and sadness of the people around you as those wrongly convicted must have felt as well.

but seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, namjoon, jimin, taehyung, and your boyfriend jungkook. you thought they knew you. knew you wouldn't ever be bitchy to someone who didn't deserve it. wouldn't lie just to hurt someone they thought you didn't like. you were the type of person who laughed at absolutely everything and anything, so much that it was a wonder you didn't have abs. you tried your hardest to be polite and nice and the only times you might have been rude were when the other person was rude first or you were messing around. but that was supposed to make you normal. you couldn't be an absolute angel, but that didn't make you the devil either. so why were these misconceptions forming around you, keeping you in the eye of the hurricane, unable to escape?

it started with the petty fight you'd had with jungkook one day.

assistant choreographer for bts allowed you to live your dream of dancing for a living. it allowed you to express your creativity through the moves you came up with and strung together to present to head choreographer sungdeuk oppa to incorporate into bts' full choreo. whenever any of your choreography made it into the final dance, you felt your heart swell with pride as the boys you'd grown so close to executed each move perfectly. you'd be lying if you said you didn't pay more attention to the main vocal and lead dancer of the group, but just the fact that their world-famous choreography had bits of your ideas in was enough to make you feel on top of the world.

that was why it was a little hard for you to welcome a new assistant choreographer into the team that had stuck the past 3 years since you'd joined. jiyeon was younger, which made her a prodigy. as the newfound maknae, the boys babied her endlessly and it was hard to get used to not being the only girl in the team.

you never really managed to properly click with jiyeon. she was more of an introvert, a very bright, innocent girl, not quite yet an adult and very starkly different from your rough demeanour. you knew how to play with the boys, you enjoyed it. they barely ever saw you as a girl - except jungkook, of course but even then you played like brothers did - whereas jiyeon was very much the demure baby girl in their eyes.

when you voiced your jealous thoughts to jungkook one day while he held you on the couch of your small apartment, he simply laughed and kissed your pouted lips. "but you're still my girl." he crooned cheesily, his upper lip disappearing as he smiled that adorable bunny smile of his while you rolled your eyes at the ridiculous line. in that moment, it made you feel validated.

that's right, i am his girl. his only girl. you'd thought. but the sequence of events that followed proved otherwise.

as the fast beats of bts' new, unreleased title track pulsated through your bones, you stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors with sungdeuk oppa in front of you and jiyeon to your side. you'd been throwing ideas to the floor for a good three hours now and none had really stuck.

exhausted, you were thankful when sungdeuk oppa suggested a short break as he left the room to handle some other things and you collapsed groaning to the hardwood floor, legs splayed open comfortably, downing your bottle of water in seconds. jiyeon opted for a more ladylike manner of taking a break, heading quietly to the corner of the room to sit with her back against the wall, phone in one hand while she sipped at her iced tea.

you lay back on the ground, eyes shut, humming to the chorus of the title track as you tried to picture 7 boys executing knife-like choreography onstage to the beat. most of the time, simply imagining it helped you come up with the best moves.

your eyes flew open as a plausible idea popped into your head and you leapt to your feet to attempt to recreate it from your mind, humming the melody and keeping time with drum beats in your head. you felt your limbs move on their own as the song played in your head and you focused on the way you looked in the mirror.

you paid no attention to jiyeon in the back as you repeated the same series of moves, making minor adjustments where necessary until you deemed it perfect to present to sungdeuk oppa when he got back.

15 minutes later, he was back in the studio and fiddling with the sound system to play the title track on repeat once again and you were bursting to show him what you'd come up with.

"alright, where were we?" he asked once we were all in our respective positions in front of the mirror again. you opened your mouth to pitch your idea but jiyeon beat you to it. "i have an idea." she said in her soft, clear voice. "can i show it?" she asked.

despite practically squirming out of your sweatpants to show your new idea, you decided there was no harm in letting jiyeon show her idea first. maybe hers would help you improve yours as well.

sungdeuk oppa moved to your side, giving jiyeon the floor. the both of you kept your eyes trained on her as she counted the beats and waited for the chorus to start. as the first few beats started to play, your own mind was playing the new moves you'd come up with before. you were so into them playing in your head that it looked like jiyeon was doing the exact same thing in front of you. it took you a second to realise you weren't delusional - she was doing the exact same thing you'd come up with.

your eyes widened, mouth falling open a little in disbelief as she finished your moves in a flourish and sungdeuk's sharp applause rang clear in your ears. "that was amazing, we can definitely use that, but maybe we should change this part to.." his voice started to fade out as your brain attempted to register the fact that jiyeon had just blatantly stolen your idea to present to sungdeuk oppa.

"(y/n). are you listening?" sungdeuk oppa snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. "y-yea. but oppa, those moves were mine." you tried to keep a light tone to your voice, not wanting to straight up yell at her for stealing your idea. "i came up with those during the break, jiyeon-ah."

her eyes widened in shock, her head cocking to the side cutely, as if she was confused. "but i came up with them." she said innocently. her blatant lie sent tingles of rage all through your body and your sense of resolve broke, just like that and you took three steps toward her quickly. "what the fuck are you on about? you just saw me practicing those moves to show sung deuk oppa!" you yelled in her face, unable to grasp the fact that someone who looked so innocent could be such a conniving little bitch.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw jungkook, hoseok and jin walk into the studio, back from the recording studio but you paid no attention to them. your eyes were focused on staring down the little girl who thought she could take your heart and soul away from you. your choreography was your pride and joy - it proved and showcased your talent and you weren't the type of person to let anyone take what you loved away from you.

"(y/n)-ah, what are you doing?" you heard jungkook ask. his hand wrapped around your arm, tugging you away from jiyeon who was shrinking back slowly, her eyebrows creased together to form the perfect terrified face. you were so boiling mad you flung jungkook's hand off you and advanced on jiyeon once again. "what the fuck is your problem? why would you do something like that?" you yelled.

"ya!" jungkook yelled, grabbing you once again to yank you away from her. "what are you doing, you're scaring her!" jin had gone over to jiyeon's side and put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "are you okay?" you heard him ask her. "what is going on?"

"the little bitch stole my fucking idea and now she's trying to pretend i'm some sort of psycho for accusing her of it! but she did! she fucking stole my idea!" the cursing came out whenever you were mad - and when you weren't mad either, let's be honest - and boy, were you mad. you were so mad you were shaking. hoseok had joined in on comforting jiyeon and you watched her continue her act of absolute innocence while making you seem like the crazy predator.

"hyung, what's going on?" hoseok asked sungdeuk oppa who you realised was still there too. he shrugged his shoulders. "i don't know, jiyeon was showing me an idea she had of-" you couldn't let him finish. "it was my idea!" you yelled.

jungkook tugged on your arm once again, his grip tightening. he practically dragged you out of the dance studio into an adjoining room. "what are you doing, you sound crazy! calm down!"

you couldn't calm down. you were livid. "it was my idea. i thought of it, i practiced it to show sung deuk oppa and this little bitch stepped in before me and danced my moves and said they were hers. she stole my idea."

jungkook sighed, rubbing your back soothingly to calm you down as you breathed heavily in fury. "i'm sure she didn't mean to, it was probably something similar. she might have gotten inspired by yours." he tried to rationalise.

you shoved his hand away from your back. he wasn't getting it. "it was exactly the same. it was my dance moves, jungkook. mine!" you were yelling again. you were completely aware of how childish you sounded, but you were not letting her get away with making you out to be a liar.

jungkook sighed again and it was beginning to annoy you that he thought dealing with you was something to sigh about.

"but jiyeon would never do that, she-"

"and i would?" you cut him off from defending her. "i would make up this whole thing just to make her look bad? or because i want credit for the dance moves? she's not capable of lying but i am?"

"calm down, (y/n), you're sounding ridiculous. are you sure it's not just because you're jealous that we're paying her the attention we used to give you? you did say you were jealous." and that was it. you remembered jin and hoseok immediately going to comfort jiyeon and jungkook needing to pull you away from her. in this story, she was the good girl. the protagonist. and she had all her knights standing with her to defend her. protect her from the bully. you were the bully.

"fuck you." you couldn't stand what was happening. you felt wronged. you needed to leave to collect your thoughts and calm yourself down. "it was my idea. i'm not fucking lying." you said before shoving jungkook to the side and heading back into the dance studio.

you caught sight of jiyeon on the couch with hoseok and jin on either side of her. she visibly flinched when you stormed into the room and hoseok stood up to stand in front of her. he was protecting her. from you. you had become the antagonist.

you weren't in the studio to torment her further, you just knew you had to get out for a while. heading to the lockers they had built into the wall at the back of the studio, you yanked yours open roughly and grabbed your things. slamming the locker shut, you turned the key and shoved it into your pocket before storming out of the studio and out of the building.

it took you another good 5 hours to calm yourself down when you were back at your apartment. a long shower, fluffy socks, jungkook's softest jumper, a full tub of ice cream and brooklyn nine-nine aided your return from the gates of fury.

when you went to sleep that night, you told yourself you would go back the next day and calmly explain your side of the story. the boys would believe you. they knew you.

the next morning, you woke up to find zero texts or calls from jungkook or any of the other boys. the group chat you shared with them was usually buzzing all the time but it was silent. no activity whatsoever. but you were still going ahead with your plan. you had to clear your name before jiyeon poisoned it further.

when you walked into the dance studio, all the boys were already there. they sat scattered around the back of the room, sombre looks on their faces. when you walked in, all chatter died out and the room grew silent. they turned to look at you. jungkook broke his gaze first, choosing to look at the ground instead and you reminded yourself to apologise for how you treated him yesterday when you were so mad.

the rest of the boys continued to stare - maybe even glare - at you.

"what?" you asked, managing a dry laugh. "you look like you're ready to kill me." you joked. there was no response. you sighed. "listen, i want to explain what happened."

"there's no need for an explanation. you went too far." jimin spoke up first. you frowned. it was going to be hard defending yourself when all the other boys were already against you. "i know, i could've approached the situation more calmly, but you have to know she stole my idea and blatantly lied about it to make me look bad!" your voice grew louder towards the end of your sentence and you had to tell yourself to calm down.

"that's no excuse for you to beat her up!" jimin yelled.

"but you have to hear my side of- what?" you weren't sure if you heard him right. beat her up? you didn't lay a finger on her.

as if on cue, jiyeon walked into the studio. as she laid eyes on you, her eyes widened in shock and she prepared to retreat but you weren't having it.

"ya! you little bitch, what the fuck did you tell them? that i beat you up?" you stormed over to her, the anger you thought you suppressed surfacing once again.

in the next second, jimin and hoseok were by her side and jin's arms were around yours, preventing you from getting any closer to her.

"(y/n), that's enough!" jin yelled from behind you. seeing jin mad was rare. he was usually all happy and cheery and barely raised his voice in anger. but in that moment, with his arms locked around yours like a vice, you could hear his rage loud and clear. and it was directed at you.

"i didn't do it! i didn't touch her! she's lying!" you cried out as you tried to wriggle your way out of jin's grip but he was way too strong.

"then explain this!" jimin yelled from across the room. he pulled the back of jiyeon's sweater by her neck down to show several large purple bruises on her back and shoulder blades.

while in other situations you would have felt sorry for the poor girl who got hurt, in this case it only fueled your anger. "you're such a fucking liar!" you yelled across the room to her, your protests against jin's grip growing more violent. "i can't believe you would do something like that, tell them i didn't do it! you did it to yourself!" even as the words left your mouth, you knew how ridiculous you sounded. how would someone as small as her inflict those huge bruises on herself? but you had no other explanation. you had to defend yourself.

you were suddenly made aware of the tears running down your cheeks as you cried in frustration. everything was going wrong, you had woken up this morning with a plan. you were so sure the boys you considered brothers who always took care of you would believe you. and your boyfriend- you turned to look at jungkook who simply sat in a chair, watching everything unfold. he looked indifferent, not at all troubled at the fact that his girlfriend, whom he claimed to love with all his being was being falsely accused of something as horrific as beating up someone younger than her.

"jungkook.." you let out one desperate cry for help to your boyfriend. his eyes met yours but he remained in his seat, unmoving. "i didn't do it." you begged with all your might, your eyes pleading him to believe you but he just sat there.

you felt all strength leave your body and you let yourself go limp in jin's arms. as he finally let go of you, you sank to the ground in defeat. they weren't going to believe you. "i didn't do anything." you said quietly, your voice hoarse from the yelling and the crying.

you heard jimin say "come on." and he led jiyeon out the door, his hands holding onto her shoulders. the rest of the boys followed them out of the room, including jungkook.

as you were left alone in the dance studio, crumpled on the floor, crying, you felt lost. defeated. like your whole world was against you. you thought of the 6 boys who took care of you like older brothers, who helped you fulfil your dream of being a dancer/choreographer. you thought of your boyfriend whose smile and hugs and kisses you so desperately needed to take you out of the hurricane you were fighting.

you thought of how wronged you felt. betrayed. hurt. angry. and so so sad. if it had been any of the other boys in your position, you would've believed them. but why did they not believe you?

part two

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frenchy-and-the-sea · 7 years ago

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Traditions; OC Kiss Week 2018

Hey ho, here’s another one. Features @rufinagertrude‘s Anarchy/Justice Hollister, and the twins Davin and Finn, who I borrowed from @colonelcupquake and who will probably not let me use them again after this, lmao. These are three characters I have never goddamn written so it’s a bit of a mess, but it’s hopefully a fun mess. Ilu guys and I’m sorry. <3

1159 words, in that weird nebulous modern AU Rufina and I always use to talk about these dickheads.

Five minutes to midnight, just as Davin was finishing the last of his drink, Justice Hollister strode over from seeming nowhere and slid into the seat between him and his brother.

“You two,” he said brightly, throwing his arms over both of their shoulders. “Seem to be in need of another drink.”

Finn ducked his way out of the embrace almost before the arm could even settle, scowling fiercely.

“Fuck off,” he growled, “We ain’t looking to owe you something, now or later.”

“Owe me?” Justice managed to look properly abashed despite the drama in his voice, leaning back with a hand spread neatly over his heart. “You wouldn’t owe me anything! I always buy my friends a drink to ring in the new year. Sort of a tradition of mine.”

He winked. Over the top of his head, Davin caught his brother’s eye and rolled his.

“Go on and find ‘em, then,” he said, finally shrugging Justice’s arm off of his own shoulders before jerking his head back towards the rest of the bar. “Must be around somewhere.”

Beside him, Finn snorted into the rim of his emptied pint glass.

Before Justice could muster up a retort though, the sound of a chair scraping back interrupted them both, and Davin felt someone slide into the seat on his right.

“Tried to warn you, mate. Miserably daft, these two.”

Alex still had snow melting off of the shoulders of her jacket and the soles of her boots, which sheared off in chunks as she kicked her feet up against the crossbeams of the bar. “I’ll take their drink though, since you’re offering.”

“How very generous of you.”

Davin couldn’t be sure, but he swore he heard a line of force in Justice’s remark, thin and warning. When he looked up though, the man was all smiles.

“Of course," he went on, "If they’re not going to take free drinks when they’re offered...”

He trailed off to look pointedly between them, too earnest to be as nonchalant as his tone implied. Sighing, Finn glanced over towards Davin and gave a halfhearted shrug of surrender.

“Fine,” he said, fluttering a hand towards the bar. “If it’ll get you to go away, fine.”

“No shit, though,” Davin called as he turned to go; but if Justice was focused on anything other than his gleeful hunting down of one of the bartenders, it was be a veritable miracle.

He returned barely two minutes later, winding his way back through the crowd as quickly as he seemed physically able while juggling three pint glasses in his hands. The third, to Davin’s immense relief, was not kept, but slid in front of Alex, who took it with a kindly nod.

“You three are cheap dates,” Justice said as he stepped back, propping his hands on his hips. “I asked the bartender for another round of whatever you were having and she actually grimaced at me.”

“Ought’ve brought back something better, then,” Davin muttered around the lip of his pint. Beside him, he heard Alex snort and mutter a quiet, "Ass," under her breath. Justice, of course, pretended not to hear.

"I can’t imagine it’s that bad though. You’re drinking it, right?" He wedged himself further into the increasingly too-small space between them and grabbed at Davin's glass, who jerked away on reflex. Barely a second later, his drink was a full swallow emptier.

“Hey!”

"Oh, no. It's bad." Justice recoiled with a step back, ignoring the shout to a one hand theatrically over his mouth. "Forget what I said; whatever I paid for that was too much. Do you two have as bad of a sense of taste as Alex, or did someone just forget to wash that glass? God, that's gotta be it. Here."

Without missing a beat, he wheeled around, grabbed Finn's drink too, and tipped it back in one long swig. Finn started towards an indignant noise, but it was drowned by the early rumblings of the midnight countdown, and by Alex's long sigh of suffering.

"Fuck’s sake, Justice. Sharing a drink doesn't count," she said, with a tone that suggested that she had expected this and was disappointed anyway. The glass cluttered abruptly back onto the bartop, and Justice turned to her with a look of begrudging acceptance.

"Won't give me that one, huh? Damn." He sighed and tapped the screen of his phone. A dimly lit '11:59:52' appeared for a moment, then was whisked away into a pocket. "Guess it's onto plan B, then."

That was all of the warning Davin got. Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder, then on the back of his neck, and then the solid press of lips against his cheek. It vanished nearly as quickly, in a blur of dark hair before he could even move away; a second later, Finn let out a shout of alarm. The wooden legs of their stools squealed in unison against the wood as they both leapt to their feet and whirled on their attacker….

But Justice was already gone, well out of grabbing distance and already making quickly for the door.

“Before dawn, Alex! Remember!” he called, grinning and gesturing to his phone. Then the clock ticked over to midnight, and he disappeared in the explosive chaos of waving arms and upheld glasses that turned the crowd around them into a shouting, cheering mob.

Finn swore loudly and pushed himself over to the line of revelers as if he were about to give chase, but Davin’s brain worked half a second faster than his blood, and he rounded towards where Alex sat sipping at her drink, watching with the casual disinterest of someone who had already seen the climax of this particular situation before.

“You were in on this,” he snarled, jabbing a finger in her direction. She raised an eyebrow at him. Shrugged.

“Justice has been begging me for John’s number for near a week,” she said simply. “I told him that if he managed to get a New Year’s kiss out of the both of you, I’d give it to him. And since Adelina had already bet me that you two wouldn’t be caught dead getting tangled in something like that…”

She shrugged again, but a smirk had crept across her lips that even the edge of her pint glass couldn’t quite hide. Davin glared back at her, seething. He had been used. For a bet. And not even a well-made one; he’d been the unfortunate victim of someone else’s cobbled together wager, and he wouldn’t even see the spoils from it. He didn’t want to.

He jabbed a finger towards Alex again and opened his mouth to summon some sharp, biting retort to his aid. What came out was a hissed, “Fuck you,” in as deadly a tone as he could manage before he stormed off to the bathroom, determined to scrub the left side of his cheek totally raw.

#my writing #ockiss18 #oc kiss week 2018 #other people's ocs #original fiction #kinda #adjakf;dakjdf i feel not great about this one at all but THAT'S WHAT LEARNING IS I GUESS

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thelookingglassalice · 7 years ago

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Alterations

Characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America x OC (Ava) (Masterlist)

Synopsis: Set during Age of Ultron. Steve and Ava deal with the aftermath of her abduction and the realization that Bucky is alive. They start to consider what their future holds.

Word Count: 5133

Warnings: Smut

@emilyevanston @ariallane @alievans007 @mewsiex @tvjunkie08 @chrisevans-imagines@mumbles411 @lillianfromaccounting @musicalninja

“Isn’t your old man coming back today?” Tony paused outside the door to my office. I looked up from my laptop, Tony tossed some trail mix into his mouth as he waited for my response. “Huh?” I frowned. “Big guy, blonde, wears spandex, nice teeth, prone to dramatic speeches?” Tony made a gesture with his hand. “Oh, right. Is he here?” I went back to my screen. “Don’t get too excited. You might pull something.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Just keeping my emotions in check.” “No, you’re going to make yourself emotionally unavailable to him. And hopefully push him away.” Tony leaned in the doorway. “Look, this would be a good place to start. Some intel suggests the scientists went here.” I pointed to a satellite image on my screen. With the downfall of SHIELD all HYDRA had been exposed. I had thrown myself into the decades of information that had come to light. The unfortunate thing was that objects had been smuggled out as SHIELD fell. Loki’s Chitauri scepter had been removed from storage and taken…somewhere. “No comment on my assessment of your relationship?” Tony entered the room and leaned over my shoulder. He had set me up an office in the tower, Maria Hill and I were carrying the administrative duties of the Avengers. Tony spent most of his time with Bruce in the labs. They were working on a mechanical clean up crew. The robots would be able to do crowd control and evacuations during missions. “I’m ignoring you. What is ULTRON?” I kept staring at the screen.

I honestly didn’t care what ULTRON was. It was a pet project of Tony and Bruce’s that they were keeping close to the chest. But I also was not getting into a discussion about my love life. Steve and I had not had a decent conversation since we were released from the hospital and he left to find Bucky. The occasional text and video chat where we put on happy faces and talked about the weather. His mind was with Bucky. Mine was dealing with the mental and physical toll my new enhancements were taking. Bruce was working with me on control. I still couldn’t help the reactions in certain situations. I fried four computers being startled. Now people knew to make noise if they were coming to my office. Nat thought it was hilarious. Our training sessions now involved us trying to electrocute each other by surprise. Nights were the hardest. After several nightmares it became clear that I needed to have a sedative on hand. I had projected a dream of the vault and Bucky into everyone else’s sleep. It shook everyone up and caused an outbreak of depression. “ULTRON…never heard of him.” Tony pretended to think about it. “Do we have a way to call Thor? Like…do we page him through Heimdal?” “Good question.” Tony straightened and started to walk out. “It won’t work.” “What won’t?” I figured he was talking about the Iron Leigon or his new armor. “You won’t push him away. If you want it to be over, you’ll have to tell him. And he’ll still wait for you to get over yourself.” Tony was still facing away from me. He tapped the wall as he left. “Where does a narcissist get insight on self-loathing?” I called after him. “Genius, remember?” He called back. I wasn’t ready for Steve to come back. I wasn’t ready to feel his pain, or cause him any pain. Since I was much closer to him, it would be harder to keep all emotions in check. He would bust right through the barriers I had built to keep out the constant flow of emotions from the world. And that would cause my influence to overcome others. But Tony was right. I could do everything short of calling Steve a HYDRA agent and he’d still want me. I still wanted him. But this Bucky thing had messed him up even more. He was guilty that he didn’t save him, he tortured himself with the what-if’s even more now. And there was something else. Something having to do with Tony that he was feeling guilty over. “Ava?” “Shit!” And there went another laptop. “Problem?” Steve’s eyes widened. “Several.” I sighed and shut my defunct laptop. “FYI, stealth is not an option around me anymore. If I hadn’t been concentrating I would’ve felt you, so next time make noise. Maybe a bell around your neck. Something.” “Sorry. Sort of been relying on stealth the last few weeks.” Steve’s brow furrowed at my tone. “I need to hit storage for another computer.” I stood, still not looking at him. He was keeping his feelings buried. But they were there. Guilt was nauseating, it gave me a bitter taste in my mouth. I relaxed and brushed my hand over his as I passed to the hallway. “How do you feel?.” He muttered as I passed. “Taller.” My lips twitched into a smile. The elevator opened and Bruce stepped out. He took in the the scene and cleared his throat. “Hey.” I exhaled and walked towards him. I heard Steve follow. “Here.” Bruce threw something at me. “Another earpiece?” I squinted at it. “Silencer.” He raised an eyebrow. “No one needs people in their head all the time, or vice versa.” “What is it, again?” Steve plucked the thing from my hand. “The biggest issue with Ava’s… new skills is the constant input from everyone around her. Think of it like feeling every emotion at once and not knowing why.” Bruce explained. “Really?” Steve looked at me, pity poked at my brain. “Yes. And projecting has got a helluva lot more intense too.” I rubbed my temple. “I forgot, you’ve been gone for a while. Anyway, this will help her keep a straight head when she’s ready to go back into the field..” Bruce looked between the two of us. “I thought you took an office job here.” Steve cocked his head. “I did, but I was a SHIELD agent. I’m kinda a back-up Avenger.” I muttered and put the earpiece in. It blocked the waves of frustration Steve assaulted me with. “Can we go to our room? I need to unpack.” Steve rubbed his face with one hand. - “So…taller, huh?” Steve unzipped his bag and started to sort through things. “I thought the situation needed some humor.” I sat on the bed and leaned back. “I’m sorry I left.” He inhaled. “I need to say that. If that’s why you’re mad at me.” “Mad at you?” I furrowed my brow. “You’re distant.” “No, if you didn’t go I would’ve been mad. It was Bucky before us, if you ignored that what kind of man would you be?” I stood up and stood next to him. “I’m not distant, It’s just awkward.” “When I came back, did you think this would ever be something that we would deal with?” Steve took my spot on the bed. “Science experimentation and your best friend vanishing? Have you forgotten the 40’s, we already dealt with that.” I stood in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders. “Ava, are you ever going to tell me about the vault?” He put his hands on my hips, tilting his head to look at me. “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Bucky was so…torn up. What ever they did to him, they broke him.” His eyes moved over my face. “How can you be sure you’re okay?” “Babe…they didn’t just run some shit through Bucky’s veins. They rewired him.” I put my hand in his hair. “They tried. I wish I knew where he was.” Steve half-smiled. He stood, his lips pressing to mine and wrapped me in a hug. “I love you, ya know.” He mumbled against my mouth. “I know.” “Meeting in the…meeting area. Do we have a name for it yet? Command center?” Tony’s voice came through the intercom. “Conference room.” I answered, pulling back from Steve. “That’s not good enough. Anyway, come down here.” “Does that intercom turn off?” Steve frowned. “No.” Tony answered. “On our way.” - I was laying on the bed holding a tablet on my bent knees. I went through pictures of a destroyed building, mixed with shots of a young brother and sister. Steve came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. “Did you ever get Tony to talk to you?” He asked. “No. This…Wanda, did something like my projection. Only she’s way stronger than I am. I can suggest feelings that bring up memories. She can manipulate a person’s brain into thinking they’re in a situation they’ve never been in. Make them think it’s real.” “Too many enhanced running around these days.” He rubbed his face. “Preaching to the choir. Although, I was here first.” I smirked and put the tablet on my bedside table. I walked over to where Steve was considering sleep pants and he turned with a grin. “Gifted, I think, is the correct term for you. These twins, they sort of came out of nowhere. I don’t think they were even working with HYDRA. But they have one big goddamn grudge with Stark. And the Avengers. They knew we were after the scepter.” Steve’s forehead wrinkled. “Do you realize it’s been like two weeks since you came back and we haven’t fucked?” I grabbed the edge of his towel and he gripped my hands. “Way to change the subject.” Steve nodded. He wrapped me in a hug and lifted me to lay on the bed. I locked my calves over his as he leaned over, pressing kisses to my neck. I pulled the towel away gripped his ass with my nails. He moved a hand and pulled out my earpiece, putting it on the table. I felt the emotions roll over me. His want, his excitement. He pushed the straps of my tank top down. “Not the best idea, everyone in the building is liable to get off on this.” I arched up to him as his mouth met my breasts. “I like when you’re overwhelmed. You writhe like crazy.” He muttered as his lips moved over one nipple. “Oh…God, um, that was before. Keep doing that. I don’t know if I can control…oh fuck it.” I let my head sink into the pillow as he sucked and nibbled. Pleasure was something intense. Like a supernova. It tasted like every delicious thing I had ever eaten. It came in alternating waves and pulses. It drifted into Steve, he was hard and panting. “Fuck, Ava, are you…can-” He stuttered and I shoved my shorts down. Lifting myself so he would enter me. “Hold my wrists.” I panted as he thrust. He made a noise in response and pinned my wrists to the bed by my hips. I gripped the bed sheets as back-up. If being surprised caused electrical fires from my fingers, what would an atomic bomb of a climax do? Steve continued to fuck me, making more animalistic noises than I had ever heard out of him. I concentrated on keeping control. He bit my neck and I gasped, my muscles clenching around him as I came. He pumped his hips faster, my burst of euphoria falling over him. He tilted his head to watch me as he came. My eyes were half lidded, my mouth open as short breaths escaped me. I felt his euphoria and he moved off of me, still gripping my wrists. “I can’t move.” He grumbled in my ear. “I warned you.” I tried to catch my breath. “It’s like-” “When you first came out of the capsule.” I finished for him. “Fuck, yes.”I flexed my hands and he let go, sitting up somewhat unsteady. He looked at where he had been holding me and raised his eyebrow. “Anything broken?” “Adrenaline, it’s a funny thing. I was probably stronger than you when I came.” I stretched my arms behind my head. “What about when I came?” “You were still feeding off of me so let’s just say if Thor and Hulk would’ve been here it would’ve been one hell of a match up.” I went to the bathroom. “I think if Thor and Hulk would’ve been here it would’ve been a very different situation.” Steve followed me. - “Oh, Nat, what was in that?” I asked as I sank into one of the couches. The ‘we found the scepter’ party was winding down. It had been going on for hours and Tony had invited an eclectic mix of people. I saw a nice older veteran being carried out of the party, that seemed to be a signal that the party was over. “Vodka. I’m Russian.” Nat maneuvered herself into a chair and set her beer on the table. Clint came over and sat at the coffee table by her feet, one hand on her knee. She smirked at him and poked him with her foot. Thor came over and set his hammer on the coffee table before settling in to the other couch. Eventually Steve, Tony, Rhodey, Bruce, and Maria all settled around the coffee table. Clint was twirling a drumstick in one hand, then made a move towards Mjolnir. “You won’t be able to lift it.” Thor chuckled. “What’s the trick? Between us Avengers.” Clint smirked and tried to lift the hammer. “Judging you.” Tony tsked at Clint. Everyone laughed and Nat petted Clint’s hair. “You do it then, Master of the Universe Stark.” Clint put his hand on Nat’s leg as he sat back down. “If I win do I get to rule Asgard? Cause I have some changes I’ll be making.” Tony quirked up a corner of his mouth. The next half hour consisted of everyone trying to lift Mjolnir. Even Steve tried, and managed to wiggle it. I’m honestly glad he didn’t. Ruling another realm wasn’t something we needed in our relationship right now. Nat and I declined. The aura around the damn thing gave me a headache. In the end, Thor declared us all unworthy and as we were voicing our displeasure a loud screech echoed in the room. I flinched and covered my ears. It was coming from the wooden doors that led to the hall. The doors blew inward and revealed an Iron Legion suit. Everyone stood, already going into defensive postures. “Stark.” Steve said at my side. “Hey, Jarvis. Reboot, Legionnaire.” Tony’s brow furrowed. “I was asleep…or a-dream. Terrible noise, I was tangled…strings. I killed the other, he was good, it’s a shame. In the real world, we face ugly choices.” The suit looked around at us. Thor asked who sent him. He responded in Tony’s voice, ‘I see a suit of armor around the world’. I looked sharply at Tony, then Bruce. Ultron? Their secret project? I moved my hand up to remove my earpiece, in those few moments all hell broke loose. - “He’s been into everything.” I gritted my teeth as scanned my computer. “All our stuff is gone.” Bruce and Tony were doing the same. We were all in the lab. Ultron had turned the Iron Legion against us and after taking them out, Thor had disposed of Ultron. Well, his body anyway. He was alive and well in the internet. “Into everything?” Steve was fuming. I didn’t need my earpiece out to know that. “Files, surveillance. He knows more about this team than we do.” Nat glanced at Clint and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sure, but what if he goes after something more exciting?” Rhodey raised his eyebrows. “Like nuclear codes.” Maria muttered from where she was tending her wounds. “Wonderful. We need to start making some calls.” Rhodey made a face. “Assuming we can.” “I don’t think nukes are in his plan. He was pretty clear he wanted us dead.” Nat shook her head. “Not dead. Extinct.” Steve leaned over my shoulder, looking at the Project: Rebirth files. Ultron had rifled through. Not to mention the Winter Soldier Program files. “Wait…he said he killed someone. Who else was in the building?” Clint frowned and pushed away from the counter he was leaning on. Tony swung a monitor around. It was JARVIS. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. This thing took out our best defense and stole the scepter. I heard the others bickering then felt a rush and swiveled in my chair to find Thor holding Tony by the throat. “Look, Ultron is our objective right now.” Nat tried to break them apart. Steve and Clint attempting to help her. “Ava, little help?” “Um, God rage is a little above my pay grade.” I got up and hurried over to help, popping out my ear piece. I channeled Thor’s anger and was able to pry his hand off Tony. “So tiny.” Thor frowned and flexed his fingers. “You two built this thing. Why is it trying to kill us?” Clint was drinking directly from the coffeepot. I went and grabbed it from him, making a fresh pot. I gritted my teeth as Tony began to laugh. It was nervous laughter, manic. As he reminded the group of the events from New York, with Loki and the Chitauri, I was treated to a highlights reel. Ending with all us dead. I shoved my earpiece back in and turned around, crossing my arms over my chest. “How are you guys going to beat that?” Tony finished. “Together.” Steve stood firm. “We’ll lose.” Tony shrugged. “Then we’ll do that together too.” - “Oh my God.” Our first big break to finding Ultron had lead the team to an arms dealer who had access to vibranium. Maria and I had remained at the tower to keep trying to get the files up and running again. Not to mention oversee the repairs. The team had went to track the dealer down, knowing sooner or later Ultron would show up. He did, along with the Maximoffs. We had lost communication with everyone when the fighting had started. Maria and I were currently staring at the television. We were watching the Hulk and Tony in his special Hulk armor destroy half of a city. “The comms went down, I can’t talk him down.” I gritted my teeth. “Did you call the SRF?” “Yeah, on their way to the scene now.” Maria nodded and went back to talking on the phone. A short while later a connection to the quinjet was established and Tony’s face popped up. “Miss us?” He looked beat. “Jesus, about time. The news is loving you guys.” I sighed. “There’s no official call for Banner to be arrested.” Maria added. “But it’s not too far off.” “Foundation?” Tony asked. “Already there. How are they?” I tried to look behind Tony. “They’re here. But we took a hit. Where you going?” “Maria, send that file to him.” I grabbed a bag and a set of keys before running out the door. - “What is this place?” “The file said safe-house.” I opened the front door to find the team on the porch. Clint was half carrying Natasha. Tony and Thor were gaping at the wide open space around the house. Bruce was staring into the distance. “Hey.” Steve greeted me, trying to keep the shock off his face. “Hey, come in. The caretakers were here a few days ago so the rooms should be fresh. I got groceries on my way here. I turned and gestured for them to follow me. Everyone grouped awkwardly in the living room. “So, do you have a secret family you’ve hidden and this is the idyllic country life you lead?” Tony asked. “Yeah, cause that makes so much sense. I’ve been around for a long time, did some property purchases. I got this place in the 70’s, spent a few months fixing it up. A family up the road maintains it for me.” I went to Natasha and put a hand on her arm. She was dazed, her mind lost in the past. “Authorities are searching for us, this place is not safe.” Thor stepped on a toy the caretakers kid must have left. He nudged it under the chair with his foot. “No one knows about this place. Everything was through a broker, no paper trail. It was a fail safe if I wanted to ghost. How’s your head?” I asked Nat. “Still off.” She leaned into Clint. “Head upstairs. I’ll make some food. Everyone get cleaned up and relax.” I noticed that Thor had gone back to the porch after I assured them it was safe. Steve gave me a look and went after him. Bruce had collapsed onto a couch, his arm draped over his eyes. I patted his foot on my way to the kitchen. Tony followed me. “You considered ghosting?” He asked as I checked on the casserole. “Just, starting over?” “Sometimes. Who doesn’t?” “Probably Nat.” Tony shrugged. “Thor had to leave. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Steve wandered past the kitchen towards the stairs. “I’ll show you.” I turned to Tony. “Peel these.” “Don’t we have people for that?” “No.” I followed Steve up the stairs, he ran his hand over the polished banister. He looked at the pictures along the wall. “When you said you owned property, I didn’t picture this.” He chuckled. “Sort of dated, isn’t it?” “I don’t know, old timey works here. To the left.” I pointed to the master bedroom. “What did you see?” “What?” “Thor saw something bad enough he went back to Asgard. Tony saw something that reinforced his belief that we’re all headed for certain death. Nat saw the Academy. So what did you see?” “Just the ‘what if’s’, the ‘could’ve beens’. The usual. Did you ever wonder what would’ve happened if I did show up at the Stork Club?” “Huh?” “If the plane never crashed. If I showed up.” “If you would’ve proposed to me in front of a cheering crowd that included Bucky?” “How did you know I was going to propose?” “I didn’t, that’s my ‘what if’.” “Did it include a family? Kids?” “I never let it get that far.” “That’s what I saw, Ava. I felt it. You realize if we walked away, we could have that.” “I know we could. But we can’t. You can’t walk away from helping people. And I’m with you. We already discussed this. Our choices were made a long time ago. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have a life together. If you wanna get married, I’ll ask you right now. I’ll propose to your ass so hard.” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Who said romance was dead? No, I don’t think that this is the time. I want it done right.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m not getting down on one knee. Just FYI.” I shrugged and left, closing the door behind me. - “Did you have to call the principal on us?” Tony had been poking around the property and came back into the house with Nick Fury trailing him. “Hey Nick. Just put it over there, Clint.” I nodded my head as Clint set food on the table. I was putting out plates and glasses. “Great timing, dinner is ready.” “I know, I waited until I smelled it to come out. Hey.” Nick gave Nat a pat on the shoulder and shook hands with Steve. “Fair enough. Food first, then strategy.” We had a normal dinner, discussing what we’d all been up to. Over dessert Fury caught us up on everything. Ultron was still after the launch codes, luckily he wasn’t getting anywhere. The internet hub in Oslo said every time he’d get close the codes would change. They had no idea who was doing it. “I’ll take that challenge.” Tony stood from the table and stretched. “I get a rush out of cracking into secret databases, it’s sorta my thing.” “Bruce and I will head back to the lab to prep it.” I sent a message to the caretakers that we would be clearing out tonight. “We’ll get the cradle and meet you at the Tower.” Steve looked around the house once more. It had been nice to be domestic, even for a day. The vision he’d seen was still foremost in his mind, I could tell. It was hard not to think about it. He’d actually seen our kid, what he and I would’ve made together in a less fucked up timeline. “Ava?” “Huh?” I shook my head and turned in my chair to face Bruce. We’d made it back to the Tower and were waiting for the cradle. Everything was ready to stop Ultron from making his new indestructible self. “What op do you think Cho would use?” Bruce was deep into his files. “Uh, not sure. Ultron is going to want the best. Tony is inbound, let’s ask him.” I rubbed my eyes as Tony strolled in and started to poke around the computer. “Location on Nat.” Clint burst into the room, the cradle on a transport behind him. “Nat?” I frowned and turned back around. I searched for her comm system gps but it was offline. “Any word from Ultron?” Clint asked, pushing the cradle in. “No.” Bruce offered. “Okay, she’s alive then. By the way, this thing is sealed tight as fuck. I’m gonna go cast some nets, find Nat.” Clint banged through the doors and was gone. “I better go with him. Times like this he gets impetuous.” I hurried after Clint who was hitting one of the computers. “I forgot the password.” He explained. “And hitting it is the solution.” I groaned and sat next to him. We worked on it for an hour or so, finding a auditory code being sent from Sokovia. “Nat.” Clint sighed. “And Ultron. Let’s see what progress Tony and Bruce have made.” We walked back towards the lab, pausing when we heard a commotion over head. Through the glass above us we saw Steve had arrived, but he wasn’t alone. “You don’t know what’s in there!” “Is that…the twins?!” I growled. “What the fuck is Steve doing?” I went to rush upstairs and Clint grabbed my arm. “Wait.” He murmured and aimed his gun at the glass, firing. The brother, Pietro, landed on his back in front of us. Clint put a foot on his chest. “Didn’t see that coming, did ya?” Clint smirked. There was sounds of a fight from upstairs and I made it in time to see. Tony battling Steve and the other twin gong after Bruce. “Hey!” I yelled and sent a blast of psy energy at the boys, knocking them back and away from each other. From the corner of my eye I saw Thor fall through the ceiling and land on the cradle, striking it with a bolt of lighting. Everyone fell from the shock wave and moments later Thor was thrown off the cradle as it exploded. - “Ava, you have seen much?” I looked up to find Thor standing a few feet away from me. “Yeah..too much. Why?” The cradle had exploded and a new life form had come from it. Somehow Jarvis’ consciousness, a piece of the scepter, and Ultron had melded together. It was an incredible being and the key to defeating Ultron. “Have you heard of the Infinity Stones?” “Yeah, I feel like I have.” I made a face. “Legends. Is everyone set to go?” “Yes, we are boarding. I wanted to request a favor of you since I will not be returning after this battle. I will be in contact but please find all you can on these stones.” “Sure. Good luck.” Thor nodded as Steve walked past him. “Hey.” “All set?” Steve asked. “Yeah. I’ll track the situation from here. Try to get some sort of plan for evacuation.” I exhaled. “You’re worried.” “Well, yeah, I wish I could come with you.” “I know, it’s not worth the risk though. This is going to be chaos. Maybe with some more training.” He pushed my hair back over my shoulder. “Be safe Cap.” I went up on my tiptoes to hug him. “We should’ve gotten married.” He mumbled as he hugged me back. “Okay.” I nodded into his shoulder. “Since you asked nicely. When you get back.” - “Fury, you son of a bitch.” I heard Steve over the comms. I almost collapsed with relief. The situation in Sokovia had reached the point of no return. There were going to be mass casualties, I mean, the city was fucking floating. Luckily Fury still had access to a helicarrier and came to save our collective asses. Civilians herded into the carrier, the team made one last push to against Ultron. They managed to contain and dispatch the Iron Legion. While Hulk sent Ultron flying off somewhere. “Man down, get medic ready.” Clint sounded as if he was collapsing under some weight. “How did you not see that coming?” “I was trying to save your ass Bird Boy.” I heard Pietro grumble. “They still hit me!” “Just one.” “Oh, it’s been a long day.” Clint groaned. “Getting med room prepped. Injury status?” I asked. “More holes than we left with.” Clint snarled. “Just put the coffee on and get us home.” - “I gotta say, it’s nice to see trees and not buildings.” I looked out my window at the sprawling lawn. “It reminds me of your safe house.” Nat agreed. Tony had decided the team needed more room, the whole operation moved upstate to a compound. I liked my office, it looked out over a little pond. Tony was on the lawn with Steve and Thor, who was headed back to Asgard. Tony was also considering a break from Avenging, settling down a little. I watched Thor take off and Tony climb into his car before turning to Nat. She was sitting on my desk leafing through papers. “Where’s Clint?” I asked. “I dunno, I think in the weapons level with Pietro. Clint is trying to prove he can hit him with an arrow.” Nat shook her head. “I saw Sam and Rhodey in the armory, too.” I looked up as Steve came into the office. “Shall we?” He gestured. “How do we look?” Nat asked taking the tablet he offered her. “We’re not the ‘27 Yankees.” “Well…who is?” I muttered and Steve slapped my ass as we left the office. We walked behind Nat as she looked through our recruits. “They’re solid.” She hummed in thought. “They are, but they’re not a team.” Steve shrugged. “They will be.” We went through the entryway where everyone had gathered. Rhodey, Sam, Vision, Wanda, and Pietro turned to look as Clint joined us. “Alright Avengers…” Steve smirked.

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Overprotective | A Peter Parker Imagine

Peter Parker x Reader requested by: @signethatsmelol (thanks for my first request!! hope you like it!) Words: 2,306 words TW: Knife tw Spoiler Free.

You handed the cashier 14 dollars and 37 cents and thanked them as they handed you your paper bag filled with sour gummy worms and KitKats. It was movie night with Peter, and you were on sweets duty. He, of course, provided refreshments. You loved the way his soda would always explode on him because he swung the cans a little too much on his way home. He'd have to change his shirt and you, you know, just so happened to be standing in the hallway to see. A regular peeping tom. He never minded it.

As you walked outside you looked to your right to see a man that looked to be in poor shape health wise rushing toward you as you went to put your wallet in your pocket. He shoved you back into the door, the rail to push it open slamming into your spine. You winced from the pain, but let your overall disappointment in the situation take over as you kicked him right in the genitals.

"Now back off!" You yelled in his face, but when he stood back up from getting over the pain, there was a crazed look in his eyes that insisted he was going nowhere. He grabbed your pocket and shoved his hand in so hard it shifted your jeans on your hip. He then took off running.

That's when the regular hero of Queens swooped in and webbed the guys hand that was holding the wallet, taking it from him. Peter assumed the interaction was over. The desperate man's other hand, though, reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife which he then used to start swinging at Peter with. You rushed forward toward the escalating scene, but Peter webbed your feet to the ground. You started seething with anger. With desperation.

"Spider-Man!" You yelled, wishing you could scream his name. "Get me out of this! Now!"

But he didn't listen, he just continued dodging the attacks of the stranger until finally Peter dropped the wallet and pushed the man back to fall on the ground so he could web him up fully.

"Spider-Man, if you don't get me out of this web right now, so help me..." he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you out of the webbing and into the air.

"Peter," you huffed, "I can't believe you did that."

"He stole your wallet, (y/n). I couldn't let him get away with that." He spoke to you without looking at you. Focused on the cars in the street and where he would land his next swinging web.

"It had a few coins and a gift card with 30 cents on it. I could've lived without it." You spoke through clenched teeth, wanted to wrestle away from his grip, but knew if you did you'd plummet to your death. "That man wasn't right. You put yourself in danger."

"What I can't believe is how no one else on the street tried to help you." He spoke like he hadn't even listened to you talk. He was so worried, so overcome with this primal protection that seemed hard wired into his brain. He couldn't think any other way. Peter had to protect you so much that when it was you or others, he subconsciously chose you. He loved you, but this wasn't the right way to do it.

After a moment of silence and listening to him grunt, the two of you landed on the roof of some business sky scraper.

Once the two of you were settled on the rooftop you shoved him away rather forcefully. "What were you thinking?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, tried to decipher this flair of anger that burned red beneath your cheeks. Usually that was reserved for when he caressed your skin, but this time he knew that he had done a big wrong. He pulled off his mask to properly look you in the eyes.

"Peter Parker. Answer me." You clenched your hands into fists at your side.

"You sound like Aunt May did when she found out my secret." He confessed, looking just below your eyes, like at your lips possibly, or your beet red neck. "She was so angry at me."

"She had a right to be, Parker, and so do I! Just because you're Spider-Man and we're dating, doesn't mean you have to interfere with everything. For gods sake Peter... I can't even walk down the street without you swooping in to yank me up and out of my life. I'm not helpless, there are hundreds of other people in Queens that need your help, hell. New York City needs you, Peter I can handle myself."

He swallowed so loudly that you heard his gulp, watched his fingers wring his mask. You were so angry that you hadn't even stopped to realize that what you were saying could be hurting his feelings, could be making him feel small. You had a right to let out those feelings, but maybe not as harshly as you did.

"Is that how you feel- how... how you've felt this whole time?" He steps forward toward you and you turn away, crossing your arms, looking ahead at the skyline of your town.

"Not the whole time. Just when you started stalking me. Just when you put others in danger to make sure no one tried to steal my wallet. You could've been cut with that knife, who knows how clean it was..."

"I want to keep you safe. If anything ever happened to you, because of me? I could never-" he took a deep breath, his words jumbled together. "I would never forgive myself. I thought I was doing right by you."

"Peter, I'm sure you thought you were doing what was right, you always do what you think is right and I adore you for that, but you put other people in danger. Don't you understand? You constantly try to save me, but I'm not some damsel in need of defending. You say you're worried that you'll be devastated if I'm hurt and it's your fault? Don't you think that by Spider-Man paying some random citizen extra attention that it's putting a giant target on my head?"

He was absolutely silent. Motionless. The color drained from his face and the only thing you wanted was for him to take that suit off and take you out for dinner. He didn't have to apologize, you had gotten everything out and made your point. "I didn't. No. I didn't know... (y/n)." He sputtered his words.

Watching him made the anger inside you very nearly boil over and slowly melt into something softer. You wanted to protect him from his own anxiety, his own guilt. You wanted to swoop him up out of this life carved for him by an arachnid and give him back his glasses you so loved. His lips parted like he was going to speak, but only a quiet sob was let out as gentle tears rolled over his pale cheeks. He never saw the sun, you'd never seen him cry.

"Oh, Peter..." You opened your arms and pulled him in close to you even though he was using his hands to cover his face. You brought him in and let him lean on you until you two were on your knees. You brushed back his hair and closed your eyes, his gentle sobs rocking you with him.

"I didn't know it was too much." He admitted, wiping away his tears. "I didn't see how I could be hurting you, or others by neglecting them. By deciding if you could handle things or not."

"I'm sorry I never told you." You whispered into the hair by his ear. He nodded and tilted his head to lean on your shoulder. He needed you, that was obvious. He needed you more than you needed Spider-Man and he knew it. He needed you safe, and alive or else who would be left in Queens to pour his deepest love into?

He thought you were spectacular. Peter was realistic about loving you, though. He didn't think you out the stars in the sky, but was pretty sure you had something to do with deciding how brilliantly they would shine. He loved doing the dishes with you, and Aunt May invited you over for dinner all of the time. Peter would go over chemistry notes with you and try to tell you corny jokes to make you blush while you were studying. He asked you out after four months of leaving runoff sentences in the hallway when you met between classes. When he asked, you kissed his cheek and told him you were tallying up the days until he got the nerve. He blushed so hard it made your heart rate rise.

When you told him jokes it was almost too much. He would show all of his teeth and close his eyes shut real tight so he looked like the sun itself. When you kissed his lips after he'd fallen asleep watching Stranger Things, and he only pulled you down to be the little spoon on the tiny sofa did you realize you were in love. This boy, this amazing boy was all yours, and you knew you loved Peter for everything he was. Spider-Man, a high schooler. Peter Benjamin Parker. Love of your young life. You couldn't stay mad forever.

The two of you stayed there without speaking. He listed to your heartbeat, you focused on his breaths. It made you start drifting to sleep until there was a loud crashing sound on the side of the building behind you. You yanked his mask out of his hand and forced it over his curly head of hair. It was the crazy-eyed man, but in a clunky metal suit. It had giant clawed arms to it that explained how he got to the rooftop. How had you not heard him?

Peter stood up and started shooting webs at the machined man to force it back, force him down, but with the machine's propelling motion, it broke the webs easily. Peter ran forward and slung a web to latch onto the chest area of the suit, jumping over him to force him back and off of the metal legs that's worked the new villain forward.

"What's your deal, man?" Peter sounded angry. Like really angry.

"Nothing much. Just looking for a little revenge for my old pal Doc Oc. That man gave me all the drugs I could ever need, and they made me brilliant. And you? Well you made sure his medical license was revoked." He explained, not like you guys really cared. He's interrupted a tender moment and that made you furious.

"Revenge? That's pointless!" You yelled. "Do you know who he is?"

"Oh yes," Metal Man cooed. "This is your boyfriend, little lady. That much is very clear."

"How did you know?" Peter asked, trying to web him down to the rooftop to no avail. Metal Man just tightened the tension on the legs of the suit and jolted the two of them upwards toward the sky. You screamed for Spider-Man but was pretty sure you said the wrong name.

"Spider-Man has a little preference toward which lady he saves on the regular. From what I've seen you've saved her from rats on the street. A little dirt never hurt a girl."

"How did you find us?" You yelled at him as he landed with Peter in his metal clasp, crushing him onto the rooftop. You were sure that someone below had to have heard. Had to have called someone to help. You were screaming profanities and threats that would've gotten you grounded for weeks by your grandma.

"Well when I stole that wallet I knew the amazing Spider-Man would soon be after me to return it to his little girlfriend. He always has to save you, doesn't he?"

"Yeah! He does!" You yell over the clanking of metal. "And he's not about to stop now!"

When you said this Peter lifted the metal mans arms off of him, dove beneath the base of where the crazy eyed man sat and lifted the entire hunk of junk into the hair.

"What? You're just a kid!" The man yelled, panic riddling his voice as it became very clear that this man was suddenly out strengthened by Peter.

"No, I'm Spider-Man." Peter said triumphantly before slamming the contraption down into the roof so the legs were contained. Then he used a web to yank the criminal out of his seat to properly web him to the roof completely. No way he was escaping this time, and besides, there was a police helicopter approaching from the eastern side of the building right then and there.

"Shall we?" He said in a dashing voice. You laughed wholeheartedly before nodding and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

When he hoisted the two of you into the air you lifted his mask to reveal his lips and gave him a gentle kiss. When you pulled away you saw a good sort of blush flood his cheeks. The color happily returning to this boy who shined like the sun.

"My hero..." you rolled your eyes and let yourself laugh with him as you two made your way home. "But if you ever web my feet to the ground again and I don't ask you to, I'll tell Aunt May that I stayed the night last week... and she'll know what I mean."

"Okay, (y/n). Anything you say." He said in a tone that was nothing but dreamy love.

"Another thing, I need some Advil. My back is messed up." You confessed with a wry smile.

"What!" Peter exclaimed.

"Don't worry. I can handle it." You smiled.

"I know you can."

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teamevilwinter-blog · 7 years ago

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Luna ( A Winter Soldier Story) Part 12

Pairing: Bucky x OC(Luna)

Summary: Character is a super soldier who escaped Hydra after S.H.E.I.L.D fell. As she recounts her past she finds herself in New York City seeking out a certain soldier who is the only one who can help her find peace within herself. This chapter is the conclusion to the series.

Word Count: 2,130

A/N: I am so relieved to finally have this out. I havent updated in literally forever!! Enjoy!

Catch up here: Luna Masterlist

~ Part 11 ~

Bucky’s POV

“How could this have happened!?! I thought she was under security!!” I shouted at Stark as Steve attempted to pull me back by the arm. I knew it was wrong to be directing all my anger at Stark, especially after all he had done to save Luna in the first place.

Stark was quick to retort, “I am not the one who should be at blame here! You were the last person to see her before she left. So let me ask you this Barnes. What the hell happened?”

Steve stepped in between us putting an end to the argument, “This is not the time to be throwing around accusations! We have to focus on the matter at hand. Which is that Luna is gone.”

“Ran away, seems more fitting.” All heads turned to the figure leaning against the doorway. It was Romanoff, just come back from security central. “I obtained the security footage from the past few hours. While Luna may have disabled the alarms, she left the cameras alone.”

The red head made her way over to a monitor and synced up her tablet to show us the footage. The first clip was of the hallway just outside this room. The guard was there, this time standing tall and alert. Moments passed and the door creeped open a crack. Something was thrown into the hallway, catching the guards attention. By the time he turned back, it was too late. Luna had used the distraction to her advantage and swung a solid hit to his jaw. The guard stumbled and then Luna swiped at his face, leaving a nasty cut above his eye.

“What did she use to cut him?” Stark asked, clearly as stunned as the rest of us.

“Most crucial tip of any assassin: anything can be used as weapon. By the looks of it this room has no shortage of possible ideas.” Natasha replied, her arm gesturing to the multiple items in the room.

The next several clips showed Luna taking out guard after guard expertly until she finally made it to security central. According to Stark, the whole reason the alarms didnt go off when she left the tower was because Luna hacked into the system and shut it down.

“We underestimated her.” Steve said what we were all thinking.

Natasha nodded her head in agreement. “Not to mention she just had surgery. If she can take out this entire tower’s security while still in recovery, imagine her potential when she’s in full health.”

“Like you said she’s an assassin-” Stark added.

“- Ex-assassin…. Don’t forget she’s no longer Hydra.” My voice was clipped and no doubt my expression matched.

Stark threw me a look of pure venom before continuing. “Like I was saying, Luna is an ex-assassin who just perfectly demonstrated she had the ability to leave this tower any time she wanted. But she didn’t because she had no reason to. Now that she’s gone I wonder what her reason was.”

Even though Stark didnt directly look at me while saying it, it was evident he knew something was up.

Steve cleared his throat interrupting the thickening silence. “Buck, you mentioned a note when we first got here. That’s how you knew she was gone?”

“Yeah, I um, found it in a book in her room. I was only there because I couldn’t sleep and found it…comforting.” I tried my hardest to make it sound as normal as possible. Like any guy would just enter a girls room and rifle through their reading selections. Gosh that was real smooth.

I took the slip out my pocket, unfolded it and read the words that had initially made my heart stop:

To whom it may concern,

I’m sorry that I’ve left so abruptly. I couldn’t stand another second in that room or in this tower. I don’t wish for my departure to seem like I’m ungrateful for all that everyone has done for me. You’ve given me my life back and I will forever be thankful.

However in the process, some things have arisen that I must deal with on my own. There is no telling how long I will be gone but I assure you I will return to repay the debt that I so heavily owe.

Thank you all again. And farewell....

Luna

“’Some things have arisen’? What does she mean by that?” Natasha looked at the others in confusion.

“Barnes?” I could feel Stark’s eyes boring into the side of my head.

I sighed. Might as well just say it. “The Winter Soldier…killed Luna’s parents. A fact she became aware of when she experienced repressed memories during her surgery” I faced Stark and looked him dead on. “So technically your right. It is my fault. And so are a million other things. None of which I could control. This included. When I came to talk to her this evening she was….inconsolable. Nothing I said or did made anything better. So maybe I’m insane for saying this but…I think she did the right thing.”

Stark failed to mask his astoundment,”Are you insane?”

“He’s right” Natasha stepped in before Stark could continue. “ Those tapes proved she can hold her own just fine. Not to mention she was already living alone for four years prior to coming here. With that aside, we have to consider her emotional state right now. A sudden onset of traumatic memories right after you’ve woken up from brain surgery is a lot. More than even she could handle. We all have our ways of coping. My guess is she didnt leave the city. Just went somewhere where she feels most at peace. To help her get through this.”

“Oh my gosh.” I whispered.

“What?” Steve stepped towards me.

I help up the slip. “Theres a part of the note I didnt read to you. I thought it was just a rhyme that she wrote but I think its a clue. ‘The only place I feel free, amongst the stars I will be.’ Does New York City have an observatory of some sort?”

“The closest is Staten Island. Which is way too far.”

“Ok then….whats the tallest building in NYC?” I was starting to figure out where she might have gone.

“One World Trade Center. Access to the roof is restricted but it has an observatory deck.” Natasha replied.

“Thats it. I know she’s there.” I was out the door before anyone could question it. I heard Steve called out after me but my mind was already made.

By the time I made it to the center it was just shy of 9 in the morning. I had opted to walk the whole way through the night using the time to think about what I would say once I found her. After buying a ticket I made my way to the observatory deck, as always keeping a low profile.

I was surprised at the amount of people, considering how early it was. I searched the crowd looking out for that raven-haired bun I always saw on her. I walked over to the edge of the room passing a few couples and families with some rowdy kids.

I peered out of the floor to ceiling windows, tilting my head to the sky. Even though the stars had disappeared hours ago I still felt a strange closeness to it all. A sudden movement caught my right eye and I pivoted to look. Thats when I saw it. A streak of dark tresses piled high ontop of a head and flash of tan skin as the body moved swiftly back into the crowd.

I took after her, delving between tourists and guides. I caught her just as she was about to enter the elevator to go down. “Luna!”

The figure turned and thats when my hopes shattered. The girl, a complete and utter stranger, gave a look of bewilderment as she shook my arm away. “Hey! Can I help you sir?”

“Uh, no. No I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else.” I stuttered out the apology. The girl gave me one last baffled look before stepping away into the elevator.

I returned to the windows, more frustrated than ever. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was never here at all. There was a couple not too far away from where I stood, silently admiring the horizon. What caught my attention wasn’t the unusual distance between them, but the girl herself. Or rather her hair.

Usually I don’t take notice to stuff like that. But this was an exception. It cascaded down her back in loose curls stopping just above her waist. I felt weird staring but something about it just didn't seem right. The guy beside her walked away revealing her face to me.

I dared to sneak a glance and when I did I just about fell over. Luna didn't look surprised to see me, she just looked...exhausted. I saw her breathe in deeply but she made no move to walk over. So I did instead.

Just as I came within earshot she started to talk, "James, I have to apol–"

Before I could think about what I was doing I pulled her close to me and met my lips with hers. She tensed and that's when I realized I made a mistake kissing her. I was ready to pull away but then her hand found the back of my neck and she relaxed into the kiss.

My own hands migrated from her waist up to the base of her hair. My god this hair. Why on earth would she keep it up? It transformed her. So much so that I didn’t recognize her when I was initially passed her.

The kiss grew deep as we disregarded our surroundings and focused soley on the two of us.

“Hey you two! Get a room will ya?” A brutish voice yell from behind us. That seemed to snap us out of it as we broke apart. Luna was just as breathless as I. Her hand fell from my neck giving me the chance to grab it and guide her away to somewhere with less people.

Luckily I found a small alcove away from the mass. I checked behind my shoulder out of habit. Then turned back to be met with those bright eyes of her.

“James-” I raised my hand to stop her.

“Luna, I knew what you were gonna say and it is not necessary to apologize.” My hands came to rest lightly on her shoulders.

She gazed at me in confusion. “How can you say that? I practically threw a tantrum right in your face! I yelled and cried and didnt even give you a single chance to explain yourself!”

“I know. And initially I was incredibly upset that you did that. But then I considered the circumstances. I sorta know what it feels like to wake up from a surgery with your whole life changed.”

Luna glanced down at my left arm as I saw her visibly gulp. “James....as much as you don't want me to say it, I have to take responsibility for my actions. I probably caused quite the scene back at the tower.”

I couldn't help but scoff slightly. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Luna’s expression hinted at guilt. “Is anyone seriously hurt?”

“Not seriously. Some of those guards may be walking around for awhile with some nasty bruises but they’ll be fine. I have to say though, what you pulled off was pretty impressive despite the circumstances.”

She sighed, looking off in the direction of the masses. “I completely regret it. I wasn't thinking straight y’know? Just needed to get out of there. Now I doubt Tony will ever let me in the Tower again.”

That caught me off guard. “Your saying you would return??”

Luna leaned against the alcove, crossing her arms. “Well of course but I’ve kinda ruined my chances now.”

I chuckled softly at that. “Your crazy if you think Stark would kick you out of the tower. I mean yeah the guy has got issues, but he isn't cold-hearted. Besides everyone is sorta getting used to having you around. And with talents like yours maybe some day you could be an agent.”

She looked up at me with hope in her eyes “You really believe that?”

I stepped towards her, closing the gap between us. “Of course I do.”

Luna looked down for a moment and when she came back up I noticed a glimmering in her eyes. I wrapped her in a hug as she began to cry.

Through the quiet sobs, I heard her tearful words.

“Thank you Bucky. Without you I wouldn't have gotten my life back. Without you I would have ceased to be Luna. Thank you.”

MMMMMMM The end? Not so fast. there is a very cute epilogue heading your way!

Tags: @nodramaaloud @peony13 @chipilerendi

#bucky x reader #bucky x oc #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier

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naughtyneganjdm · 7 years ago

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A Second Chance - Chapter 12

Summary: Max does something that causes the OC (reader) to question their relationship until a friend reminds her what Max means to her.

Characters: Max, Reader (OC) & Christian (OC)

Warnings: This chapter is very...very smutty.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10357635/chapters/26244405

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“So you’re telling me that he flipped out because you told him no when he asked you to move in with him?” Christian shouted with a mouthful of the sandwich that he was eating while he moved around Y/N’s apartment toward her couch where her computer was sitting on top of the coffee table. Dropping down, he pulled it open and looked through the folder that she had opened. She was currently in the bathroom getting ready after her shower and he took another hefty bite on his sandwich. “I mean, that’s pretty creepy, don’t you think?”

“Max has had to deal with a life of problems Christian,” she sighed from the bathroom and he let out a tight laugh. “Rejection is hard for him because it’s hard for him to approach someone to begin with. I can only imagine how he’s been all night. I know that it was complicated for him, but I just…I don’t know. I’m worried about him.”

“And this is someone that you can see yourself ending up with?” Christian questioned with a small groan when she popped her head out from the bathroom to glare at him. “I know he means the world to you, I can tell that when you talk about him, but what happens when you get mad at him and tell him off for something he does when you’re married?”

“We’ve already made great improvements with his attitude, together,” she informed Christian with a frown and he attempted to lighten up a bit, knowing that the guy meant quite a lot to her. “I wish you could understand.”

“I do understand, I just want you to be careful with this guy,” Christian vowed when he reached for the computer to pull it closer for him to look through the things that were opened. “I just have never seen you fall for someone like this and I want to make sure that this is really what you want.”

“It is,” she assured him from across the room and he could hear the sink turning on.

“Holy shit…” he choked as he started looking through some of the photos in the folder that was opened. Pausing on a photo, he clicked it open to enlarge it and let out a whistle. Clicking through the photos, he set his food aside and tilted his head to the side. “Damn…”

“What?” Y/N moved out of the bathroom to see him sitting in front of her computer and she gave him a confused expression. Moving across the room, she saw that he had the photos that she had taken of Max while he was pleasuring himself from their intimate night opened. Shoving Christian aside, she closed the computer and let out an angered sound. She promised that no one would ever see those beyond her and she felt bad. That would embarrass the hell out of Max if he ever found out her friend saw them. Christian let out a heavy exhale, fanning himself. Reaching for the magazine from the coffee table, she rolled it up and reached out to smack him in the center of the head with it. “You nosey little shit.”

“No, it’s cool. I get it now. He’s a freak, but he has a very nice cock,” Christian held up his hands with a whistle and he continued to fan himself. “I’m thinking about fucking him right now and I don’t even know the guy. Those photos were spicy. I see why you like him. The dude lets you take sexy photos of him like that, no wonder you like him.”

“Stop, you are going to meet him one day and it’s going to get weird,” she huffed heavily and Christian moved up from the couch with a smile. “Really, please forget that you saw those.”

“Hey, I could meet him and he might want a piece,” Christian snorted and she rolled her eyes when he moved over toward his drink on the counter. “I mean he is supposed to be coming over here today? I might just stay longer to see if he wants to make a decision between you or me.”

“That’s not funny, you aren’t his type,” Y/N breathed from the couch and Christian shrugged, pushing his fingertips throughout his blonde hair. “I’m serious, don’t stick around and make this weird.”

“I’m not his type?” Christian feigned being hurt and he shook his head with a laugh. “How do you know that?”

“Well first of all he isn’t gay,” she pointed out with a sigh and Christian shrugged his shoulders.

“You told me that Max has lived a very sheltered life. He may think he’s straight, but then he meets me and realizes that he might actually be gay after all,” Christian teased his friend and he felt her getting up to come and smack him in the center of the chest. “Alright, okay? I’ll just deal with you sending me a few of those photos and then I’ll leave him be…”

“Oh, fuck off,” she laughed, moving toward the door to lead him toward the downstairs area of her apartment building to leave. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d kick your ass for talking about trying to take my boyfriend.”

“The only reason I won’t try to steal your boyfriend is because you are my best friend,” he let out a small laugh when the two moved outside of her apartment and he sighed heavily. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her close to him. “I hope everything goes well between the two of you and you end up happily ever after. The two of you will move in together and you will end up having two beautiful children and it will be like a modern day fairytale…”

“Gee, thanks,” she laughed feeling Christian pressing a gentle kiss over her cheek before feeling Christian being yanked away from her with a forceful tug. The pull caused him to fall out on the cement, hitting it hard when she looked up to see Max standing before her with a hoodie on. Max pulled the hood down slowly before holding his finger out to point out at a confused Christian. “Max!”

“You stay the hell away from her!” Max demanded with a snarl and Christian gave him a confused look before Max moved forward to bring his foot into Christian’s ribs making him let out a groan from the collision. Max bent down and began to hit Christian again and again, before feeling Y/N hooking her arms around him to try and get Max to stop. Max’s grunts were heard as he swung his fist at Christian again, but Christian had enough energy to pull himself away on the cement. “She’s mine, do you fucking understand me?”

“Max, stop it!” she ordered, getting Max far enough away from Christian, hearing Max’s breathing erratic and she shook her head slowly. Finally getting him back and away from Christian, she grabbed a tight hold of Max’s jaw to get him to look at her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m not going to have him stepping in on you when we’re on the offs, you’re my girlfriend and he is trying to move in on you while we’re…” Max heard the sound of Christian laughing on the ground and turned his head to see the blonde wiping the blood away from his nose. “You think that’s fucking funny?”

“Stop it!” she yelled at Max when he went to go after Christian again and she used all the strength that she had to stop Max from attacking Christian. “He’s my gay best friend Max! The one I told you about when we first met. The one that lived in a different part of New York that used to live with me. He’s gay!”

“He’s…gay…” Max muttered with an uneasy breath when he looked to see Christian nod from where he was sitting up on the sidewalk now and Max let out an uncomfortable sound. Taking a look at Christian, Max realized that the entire time he had been reading way too much into their relationship, but now that she reminded him of her gay best friend, he remembered it and cussed to himself. “Oh shit…”

“The clothes you borrowed that time were his,” she admitted and Max could feel his body trembling. When he saw the two of them close when walking to her house, Max didn’t know how to react. Thinking things out first was not his first choice and his brain just told him to attack Christian. So that’s what he did. “Damn it Max, what the hell?”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Max apologized with a heavy sigh, trying to move forward toward her and she shook her head slowly. She blocked him off and he desperately tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t allow him. “Y/N, please…”

“No, don’t touch me,” she demanded in a yell and Max could feel his body locking up, his forehead tensing as he she tried to think of what to say. “You attack my best friend for hugging me and wishing me the best when it came to us. You…you are too hostile.”

“Hey, hold on,” Christian retorted from the ground and both Max along with Y/N turned to look at him. “I get it, I’d probably jump someone too if they were so close to my boyfriend and they were with someone as good looking as I am.”

“Oh, shut up!” she rolled her eyes at Christian who laughed from the ground and he could see Max roll his eyes before looking back to Y/N again. “This is something serious Christian.”

“I’m okay, really I am,” Christian tried to move up and let out a pained noise when he shrugged his shoulders and realized that was a bit of lie. Max looked to him and let out a heavy breath before moving across the way to try to help him up.

“I’m so sorry,” Max insisted, hooking his arm around Christian’s shoulders to try and help pull him to his feet. Some of Christian’s blood was splattered out on the cement and Max suddenly felt awful about the whole thing. The time that he had been spying on Christian and Y/N, he thought this guy was a total dick and while that was the case, Christian was still the one person trying to defend him. Sort of.

“Well, this is an interesting way to say hello. Hey Max, that’s my gay best friend you just broke the nose of,” Christian slurred, finally getting to his feet with the help of Max. When Max made sure Christian was good enough to stand on his own, Christian stood before Max and tossed his hands out. “I know you have fucking issues, so I’m going to let you get away with that, but next time you fucking touch me like that…I’ll kick your ass.”

Max closed his eyes, feeling very suddenly embarrassed when he felt Christian squeezing his shoulder softly before heading for the stairs toward Y/N’s apartment building.

“I’m going to go clean this up while you talk to Rocky there,” Christian headed for the door and saw Y/N nod as Christian held his hand up to wave. “This would usually be the part if you hadn’t hit me in the fucking face and ribs where I would tell you that I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you, but I really don’t feel like rubbing your ego right now, so you are going to have to excuse me. It was not really that nice meeting you, but maybe the next time we can have a meet up where you don’t try to break my face in…”

Christian went to move into the apartment before stepping back out and he snapped his fingers at Y/N to get her attention.

“Now don’t think I’m saying he’s a psycho, even if he may be. What I just said was between the two of us as men,” Christian began and she gave him a confused expression as he talked in circles. Max even looked out at him confused and Christian tossed his hands up. “Just get that I’m saying I understand why he did what he did, even if he was being a fucker.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Max blurt out with a disgusted sound and Christian nodded before moving into the building. Max could feel his throat clenching and he tried to think of what to say, but he could see that Y/N was completely upset with him.

“You have to understand, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him touching you like that,” Max tried to explain with a tight breath and she shook her head slowly. Her eyebrows were clenched and he stuttered as he tried to think of what to say next. “I’m so sorry; I just got jealous and reacted. I just saw him touching you and acting really…”

“So you automatically assume that I’m two timing and that’s why you’ve been giving me the attitude lately?” she snapped and Max’s jaw clenched when she brought up the attitude he had about other men in her life. His actions were starting to make so much sense now that she knew that he had seen her previously with Christian. “So when exactly did you see me with Christian and it made you think that I was not being good to you?”

“The day you cancelled on me. I came here and I saw you with him,” he cleared his throat uneasily, knowing that he wasn’t about to tell her that he snuck into her place and was out on the fire escape listening to them. “Then the day on the boat, I saw him clinging to you like he was and just automatically assumed…”

“So that’s why you left the boat and didn’t come to meet my friends? You weren’t feeling sick at all…” she put together what he was saying and she saw him nod. An irritated sound escaped her lips and she tried to think of something to say, but everything she was thinking of sounded awful in her head. “You do realize that the day I cancelled with you, Christian and I went to meet my friend who was setting up the party, right? She was having a flip attack about the decorations and demanded the two of us come over to help her pick out the decorations. It was an emergency is what she told me. If she would have said what it was about to begin with, I would have never cancelled on you.”

“I wish that I had an explanation as to why I am the way I am, but I’m fucked up. I came here to tell you everything, to tell you how I felt and…” Max could see her roll her eyes and move over toward the stairs that led to her building. When she dropped down on top of them, he threw his hands up and bit down on his bottom lip. “Y/N…I’ve made mistakes. I’ve done really terrible things in our relationship, things you will probably never know…”

“Didn’t you just tell me that you came here to tell me everything, yet you just immediately after said that there are things about our relationship that I will never know?” she pointed out, sliding her tongue uncomfortably over her bottom lip. “Damn it Max, you just…you make this so hard.”

“I know,” Max nodded, a loud groan escaping his throat when he stepped back. “I know that I should be leaving and I’m so sorry this happened, but…”

“It’s probably for the best if you did leave,” she interrupted him and could see the color drain from his face while he stared out at her. A gulp filled the air and she looked to see his knuckles bruised from hitting Christian like he did. “What are you going to do if another man is hugging me? Most of my friends are men Max. Are you going to attack them all and always think I’m cheating? Will I be the next person that you hit when you don’t believe me?”

“I would never, ever hit you,” Max assured her with a desperate sound and she looked up at him when he stammered for his words. Max could feel his body trembling and he could tell that he fucked everything up with one stupid action. “Please…it was an accident. We were fighting and I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“You need to leave,” she insisted again and Max stood before her, his saddened eyes watching her closely. When he saw the look she gave him, he nodded and took a few steps back away. Max almost looked like he was waiting for her to ask him to stay, but when she didn’t he headed off in the other direction, leaving her there. Once she was sure he was gone, she stood up from where she was sitting and turned to see Christian standing at the doorway watching her. Seeing him made her jump back before letting out a tight growl. There was an icepack that he had pressed over the center of his face and she struggled to find something to say. “Christian, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m just saying, I would have hit me too,” Christian restated with a sigh and he shrugged his shoulders. “Putting my asshole thoughts aside, you have told me a lot about this guy. He’s been through a lot. He’s been abused his entire life and he handles things wrong. I think it’d scary if he was normal to put him in this situation, but from what you’ve told me, he was just acting out of instinct because he was afraid of losing you.”

“But hitting you was wrong,” she insisted and Christian shook his head. The fact that her friend that was just attacked by Max was defending him blew her mind. This whole time Christian had been shit talking Max, but when Max attacked him, Christian had nothing, but good things to say. “That was wrong…”

“He loves you, now go the fuck after him because I know you are head over heels for him too,” Christian suggested with a deep groan as he pulled the ice away from his face. “Don’t make this broken nose and possible black eye worthless. I’m telling you to go after him. I get it and I get what he did. I won’t be mad and I won’t hold this against him. I’m just saying if you love him…you need to go after him.”

“But what if he attacks someone else that I care about? What if he attacks some random stranger for getting close to me?” she implored further, but Christian still seemed to be sticking to his guns about the idea. “I care for him, but this whole thing…”

“Was a mistake. If he makes the mistake again, then okay…but I can see he cares about you and I know you do him too,” Christian pulled the ice away from his face to see if he was still bleeding before shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll stay here and you can go after him. I’ll close up the apartment, but from what you told me, you don’t want a guy like him to be alone. Not after a moment like this.”

“Are you sure?” she reached for permission from her friend, but realized he had been giving it to her all along. “I’ll be back.”

“Just go get your man, okay?” Christian retorted with a snort, watching her take off in the other direction after Max and he let out a tight groan. Hopefully whatever was meant to happen was about to.

Clutching the six pack of beer under his arm, Max struggled with his keys before pushing open the door to his new apartment. While he wouldn’t normally be staying there, he didn’t want to spend his night with August telling him what a piece of shit he was after everything went down. Reaching for the light, he flicked it on and let out a shocked noise when he saw Y/N sitting on his leather couch. Closing the door behind him, he let out a long sigh and set the pack of beer down on the ground.

“You are breaking into homes now?” Max folded his arms out in front of his chest and saw her sitting up slowly from the couch when he made a disgusted noise. She said nothing, just moved in closer to him and he watched her closely. “Listen, I know what I did was wrong and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but…”

The sensation of her lips pressing in over his caused Max to let out a tense breath. When he felt her pulling away from him, he gave her an odd look before she moved in to kiss him again. Dropping his keys onto the ground, Max’s arms reached out to wrap around her waist to pull her closer to him and he heard her whimper when he picked her up to crush her in against his chest.

“This isn’t exactly what I was expecting,” Max slurred against her lips as he felt her hands pushing into his jacket to get it off his shoulders. Carefully lowering her back to the ground, a small groan escaped his lips when he felt her dragging her nails over the center of his chest through his shirt. There was a desperate sound that escaped her lips when he felt her lips desperate to move in over his again. The kiss was intense and passionate as her mouth parted for him to allow him to press his tongue between her lips. Flicking his tongue over hers in an erotic fashion, he could feel her reaching for the bottom of his shirt to push it up over his stomach. Stepping back, he allowed her to pull the material up his body and drop it to the floor quickly. “Shouldn’t we talk about things?”

“We can talk about things after,” she insisted, reaching out to shakily pull apart his belt and watched his chest rising and falling heavily.

Max’s hooded eyes were watching her closely as she reached up to trace her fingertips from the center of his chest, down toward his lower abdomen. Teasing her fingertips over the sensitive flesh, she could see a smile press in over his lips and she continued to caress over the dark hair over his torso. Max reached out to grab the bottom of her shirt and she allowed him to pull it from her body before looking him over. Quickly ridding the rest of her clothes, she watched him gulp down heavily before biting into his bottom lip.

“Does this mean that you forgive me? For everything?” Max questioned reached up to caress over his stubble covered face and he slid his tongue out in over his bottom lip. His eyes were eating her alive when he saw her standing before him, naked and shaking. There was the need to rip his pants off and take her right then and there. While he wanted to sleep with her, he didn’t want to do it with her still mad at him. “I need to know.”

“Everything is okay Max,” she assured him with a nod, a small smirk pressing in over her lips and she took a bold step forward to reach up to cup his face in her hands. Kissing her over and over again, Max could feel her pulling open his pants and pushing them down quickly, taking his boxers down in the process. His erection sprung free once it was released from the material and he felt her instinctively reaching out to caress over his thick body and he fought to hold back a soft moan. “I want to be with you.”

“And you are sure about this?” Max confirmed with a hungry gaze and she nodded slowly. Max reached up to grab her jaw in his right hand roughly. The sensation of his lips suctioning over her bottom lip caused a desperate breath to escape her lips. “I’d be lost without you…I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Shh…” she shook her head and parted her lips just enough for his tongue to flick over her sensitive bottom lip. Taking the advantage, she wrapped her lips around his tongue and suctioned over it softly before moving back to watch as her hand continued to pump over his solid length. By now he was completely hard and aching in her grasp.

Forcing her to turn around, Max could hear the gasp that escaped her lips when he pushed into the center of her back to lower her down to grasp at the back of the couch. The loud heavy breaths that escaped her lips sounded nervous and he could feel her shaking as he dragged his fingertips down the center of her back. Reaching up, he sucked over his fingers with his lips getting them wet enough before lowering them back down to tease over her entrance. Her hips arched back closer to him when he pushed his fingers into her and started slowly pumping them in and out of her. A groan escaped his throat when he felt her body warm, wet and inviting around his fingers. The rocking of her hips against his fingers was felt and he pulled them out and reached for his own length.

Caressing over his solid erection, he stepped forward and teased his body between her folds. Teasing the head of his body over her slick folds, he let out a groan himself and reached up with his left hand to clutch at her hip. The tip of his cock pressed against her clitoris causing her hips to bounce forward and a whimper escaped her parted lips. Her eyes met his when she looked over her shoulder at him giving him a look that was nearly begging him to enter her.

“Patience,” Max hushed as he moved his hips back again to caress from the head of his body down his base.

“Wait, do we need something?” she whispered in a panicked tone and Max let out a tight groan when he realized that he had nothing in the apartment. Her body was trembling and he knew that he couldn’t keep himself away from her long enough for them to stop and go get condoms.

“I’ll pull out before I cum, I promise…” he suggested moving forward to press his lips in over the center of her back, teasing his tongue over her warm flesh. When she nodded, it gave him the go ahead and he pushed the head of his erection over her entrance, still teasing her with the idea of him entering her. Quickly rubbing the head of his cock over her soaked body, he could feel her trying to urge her hips back against him. When he pulled away again, the frustrated noise she made had him laugh when he pushed forward to get the tip of his body into her tight warmth. When he entered her, a surprised gasp escaped her lips and he pushed forward a tiny bit before slamming his hips forward. A whine escaped her lips and a smile crossed his when he saw her writhe before him. Clutching her hips in both hands, he started thrusting in and out slowly, getting her used to his length. “God…”

The way her body clung to him felt amazing and he began to pop his hips forward, smacking his lower abdomen against her bottom over and over again causing a cry to escape her lips every time his entire length filled her. The slapping sounds his body made against hers filled the air as his hips continued to smack up against her behind.

“Max,” she mewled out his name, arching her back when she clutched tighter to the back of the couch. Reaching his arm around her waist, he pulled her up against him and heard her whimper when the movement caused his length to pull from out of her. Reaching up to possessively grasp at her breast, he kneaded it in his hand and pressed his mouth in over the side of neck. “Please…”

She was desperate as she rocked her hips over his cock between her legs and then reached behind her to grab his length and try to urge it back into her body. As soon as she got the tip of his body back at her entrance, he snapped his hips up and began to rock from behind her over and over again. Biting into the warm flesh on her shoulder, he could hear her whimpering and crying out before him.

“You feel so good,” Max growled against her skin, hearing her gasp fill the air when his hand gripped at her throat, squeezing softly. The sounds his body made inside of her drove him to want to quicken the power of his thrusts as she hooked her hands around his arm to stop herself from falling forward. Keeping his left hand wrapped around her throat, he reached down with his right and started caressing over her clitoris. The sensation of her quivering in his arms was felt while he continued to rock his body at the same tempo his fingers made over her sensitive flesh. “Cum for me…”

“Max, please…” she begged while his caress continued to get harder and harder over her. Nipping at her earlobe, he slammed his throbbing length into her and felt her body begin to shake. Her right hand reached down to grasp at his wrist and he didn’t know whether she wanted him to stop or continue, but he kept up with the caress. A moment later, he could hear her let out a wail and felt his body being forced out from inside of her as his movements caused her to cum, squirting all over him and his wooden floor. A proud sound escaped his lips as he held her trembling body close to him. Squeezing harder at her neck, he could feel her body shaking against his. A sound he had never heard her make before was escaping her throat and he smiled widely. “My God…”

“Wow…you certainly made a mess, didn’t you?” Max grunted when he felt her pulling his grasp from her neck and turning to him. Her hands shoved firmly into the center of his chest, urging him to his leather chair in the corner of the room as he dropped down heavily. Her body was still shaking slightly as he urged her closer to him with the wiggle of his finger. “Come on baby…”

Y/N crawled in over him on the chair and pressed her legs on each side of his body. Looking down, he watched his cock pressing in over her folds while her hips rose in over his. A heavy grunt escaped his lips when she slammed her body over his, sinking all the way to the base. Another heavy cry fell from her mouth when she pressed her hand over the center of his chest to brace herself for a moment. Her body was still clamping and flexing over his girth from the effects of her orgasm, but he watched her begin to rock her hips against his length. Trying to focus, he wanted to keep this picture in his mind forever.

It was small rocking motions that she made over him at first, enjoying the sensation of his body filling hers before reaching back to brace her hand over his thigh to give her the strength to start urging her hips over his harder.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Max’s head dropped back when he felt her squeezing over the head of his body with her motions. His right hand urged in over her hip while she took complete control of his body inside of her. Looking down, he saw his cock covered in her slick fluids and the sight of it disappearing and reappearing as she took him back and forth in her warmth. “Shit…”

The chair started squeaking with the rocking motions she made over him and he reached out to clutch at her arm while his other hand grabbed a hold of her throat. Squeezing softly at the flesh, he could hear her whimpers and cries getting heavier over him. Urging her hips up into a steady position, Max started plowing his hips up into her in a force that caused a loud moan to fall from her lips. The smacks his body made against hers filled the room while he dropped his hands and wrapped them around her wrists to keep her in the position she was.

“Oh my God,” she hissed when she threw her head back and he arched his hips up more on the chair to continue to slam his body deeply within hers. After pumping into her a few more times, he reached out to grab at the back of her neck to pull her in against his body. Her fingertips hooked into his hair, pulling him closer to her neck to kiss over it while his thrusting motions continued under her. His lips met hers in a kiss, his tongue twisting with hers when he could feel her body begin to clamp around his again. “Max…”

“I’m almost there,” Max muttered when he felt her rest her jaw over his shoulder. Starting to thrust up harder and harder, he saw her reach down to start caressing over her folds and he grunted heavily. When her cry filled the air and he felt her squeezing around him again, he could feel his body close to release. Lifting his hips up further off the couch, he slammed and pounded into her, feeling her weak body in his arms as his stomach started clenching. His body felt like it was on fire when he snapped his hips up a few more times. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he clung to her and felt her heavy breaths against the side of his neck. Groaning out, he gasped when he felt his whole body tightening up and he clutched at her body. “Move your hips…get off, I’m gonna cum…”

Max helped quickly urge her hips from his as he groaned out loudly, feeling his seed shooting out from his body forcefully. Reaching up, he smacked his hand in over her bottom heavily and heard her crying out upon impact while his long strands of cum covered her bottom. Dropping down in the chair, he could feel her falling in over him as he groaned out. Her hands clutched at his wet hair while his chest rose and fell heavily against hers.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she muttered against his jawline while he felt his heart hammering inside of his chest. She leaned up enough over his body and he dropped his head forward to take her breast between his lips. Swirling his tongue over the nipple again and again, he pulled away with a popping noise before tipping his head back to meet her eyes in a desperate look. “You are amazing.”

“Thank you,” Max laughed against her lips when she moved in to kiss him again before biting into his bottom lip. The sensation of her laying her head against his shoulder was felt while she caressed her fingertips through his soaked hair. Reaching down, he hooked his arms around her waist to pick her up when he stood from the chair. Carrying her over toward the bathroom, he urged her onto her feet and made her set her hands over the counter. Grabbing a cloth, he turned on the sink and wet it before cleaning up the mess that his thick cum made over her bottom. Pressing a soft kiss over her shoulder blade, he urged her to take a seat on the sink counter before going to clean off his own body. “You’re fantastic yourself…”

“Max…” she managed to breathe out, her eyes meeting his as he tossed the cloth to the side and moved in to press his body between her legs. He grasped her jaw in her hands and nodded slowly. “I’m sorry we fought about the apartment.”

“No, we don’t have to talk about this right now,” Max hushed her, reaching out to press his index finger over her lips to silence her. Replacing his fingers with his lips, he kissed her again and again before picking her again to carry her over toward the bedroom. Laying her down carefully on the bed, he moved in over her and met her lips in a soft caress. “We can talk about our problems later; right now I just want to focus on you…”

Max let out a pleased sound as he watched Y/N sleeping against his shoulder while he held onto her tightly. Caressing his rough fingertips through her hair, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest with having her here with him. He was worried originally that she would want nothing to do with him after he attacked her gay best friend. If she had learned what he had done in stalking her and drugging her that night, this would have definitely never happened. So he made a vow to himself that there was one thing he was never going to tell her and that was that he drugged her. At some point, maybe he would tell her that he did spy on people, but he was never going to tell her about drugging her.

Leaning forward in the bed, he pressed a soft kiss against her temple before squeezing his arm softly around her shoulders. Noticing that she was heavily still asleep, Max got out from under her and carefully moved out of bed. Waiting a moment, he watched her closely to make sure that she wasn’t waking up when he moved before heading out of his room. Moving over toward his computer that was set up on the desk in the corner of his living room, he turned it on to see that his security camera program that he had installed into the room was flashing to show there were updates with videos that were recorded. Originally he had gotten the cameras installed in the apartment before he had shown Y/N the place. He had wanted to keep all the photography supplies safe while he left it empty when working on it. The program was installed on a computer he had in here and also in the apartment with August. Now, he didn’t regret at all having the security cameras put in.

Clicking open the videos, he opened one that faced the doorway, watching the video of Y/N breaking into the apartment. Smirking, he clicked ahead a few videos to see the two of them having sex over by the couch and he paused the video to look over it closely. A wicked smile pressed in over his lips as he made sure that he saved the data to his computer. Skimming through the video, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the video of them together and he licked his lips uneasily.

Looking over his shoulder, he made sure he was still alone before clicking on the camera that he had in his bedroom seeing that she was still sleeping. Grinning, he logged out of his computer after making sure that the cameras were still running and moved back toward the bedroom. Reaching for his point and shoot camera from the dresser he moved forward and started taking photos of her. It was surprising that the flash on his camera wasn’t waking her up, but it didn’t bother him any.

Reaching for the sheets from over her body, he whipped them back and exposed her naked body to his sight. Biting into his bottom lip, he took a moment to appreciate the sight before taking a few more photos of her on the camera before setting it down. Moving toward the security camera that was hidden in his bedroom, he made sure that it was pointing near his bed before carefully moving in over the bed. Crawling in over her, Max grabbed a hold of her thighs and softly pushed them apart with his rough grip. It was amazing how tired she was that his movements weren’t even waking her up at this point, but for some reason it turned him on all the more.

Watching her closely, he reached down with his hand to caress over his length to get his body hard again and it didn’t take long. It was already partially hardened from seeing the videos of the two of them together earlier. Pushing her hips up against him, he could feel her slightly moving beneath him alerting him to the fact that she may have started to wake up before he snapped his hips forward, sinking his entire length into her again. A heavy cry escaped her lips as her eyes snapped open, his hand covering her mouth to keep her quiet while he started to pound into her already sensitive body.

“Sh…” Max hushed her, lowering his forehead against hers while he watched her eyes close and her head rest back against the pillows as his hips moved over her at bruising pace. Her muffled whimpers were felt against his hand until he pulled it away from her mouth and replaced it with his lips. His eyes looked in the direction of the camera before smirking proudly as he felt her nails biting into his skin. “You like my cock inside of you?”

“Yes,” she cried against his skin as the slapping sounds continued to fill the room while his bed creaked with the forcefulness that his body made over hers. The headboard slammed up against the wall and he growled when he felt her nails breaking the skin over his back. “Max.”

“You want me to fuck you harder?” Max growled against her lips as she nodded desperately. Snapping his hips forward again and again, Max focused on the motions that made her respond the most to him. Grunting against her skin, Max bit into her flesh and left the marks to show ownership that he had over her. “Huh?”

“Max…” she purred against his lips, kissing him over and over again before he pulled his lips away from hers to lower his head down to twirl his tongue around her nipple. Suctioning over the skin, he could hear her moan and cling to him tightly.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” Max curled his hips in harder against her and she nodded, but he thrust his length harder into her wanting an answer. This was a moment he wanted to keep forever and the video would definitely be one he’d never get rid of. “Say it…”

“Yes,” she nodded trying to lift her head to watch him, but he reached up to pin her down against the bed, slamming her hands down into the mattress while squeezing over her wrists. Tipping in closer, his teeth nipped at her jawline and he continued moving over her.

He moved his hips over her until she hit her orgasm and it caused a rippling splash of sensations to fill his body. Pulling his hips away when he felt his body start to twitch inside of her, he watched his seed spill out over her inner thigh. His groans pressed in over the side of her neck as he still kept a firm hold of her wrists against the bed. A deep laugh escaped his lips as he clung to her and looked to the camera again. It made him so happy to know that he was able to capture the two times that they had sex together and that he would be able to keep it forever.

Letting go of her wrist with his right hand, he reached down to swipe his thumb in over the mess that he had caused over her flawless skin. Going to move for a Kleenex, he felt her hand grabbing a tight hold of his wrist before pulling it back to take his fingers between her lips to clean the mess off herself. Grinning, he tipped down to meet her lips in a kiss, tasting himself against the motion and he was extremely thankful that she forgave him for what he did. Most people would have never taken him back, but he was so happy to actually have her in his life. She was perfect for him and he was never going to let her go.

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #The Resident #The Resident Fanfiction #Max #imagine #my writing #story: A Second Chance

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P-Artsypants FanFiction Masterpost!

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Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

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How To Train Your Dragon

Drabbles (~AU’s, *Finished):

The Vikings Have Their Tea (ff.net | ao3)

Arranged marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood friends- At the Sandbox

Easy fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion designer- Astrid needs a fill in

Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

Heir- In which Hiccup is borrowed

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking on the wrong door (2) - A chance encounter

messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

Hide and seek- Part 1

Lost and found- Part 2

Long fics:

*Infernal responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*Roses and lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!”

*~What the water gave me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 state street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~The north tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

~Boy Toy- AO3- At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It's safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

Arcadia or bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens...eventually!

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~big brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

dear jason- Bruce Writes a letter

forgotten- Starfire’s birthday

it was an accident- Someone has to take the blame

just drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

piece of heaven- Robin just wants his mom

rockin’ robin- Robin regrets his name choice

the prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

this little light of mine- Starfire’s not having a good day

this is what we do- Average day in Jump city

wastelands- Stranded

of mustard and three foot purple tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~carol of the bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*no escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*now you know my pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*paint it black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*saving grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Miraculous Ladybug

tender words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

tunnels of love- Oneshot- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

the reveal that wasn’t- first parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

Kingdom Hearts

My Kingdom for a Heart ao3 | ff.net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Beauty and the Beast

behold the beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

so this is love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

a love song back to me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

down feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

angel’s wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

momma look sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

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