#hey purs si fucking loud

[cumulo-stratus]

i need to sleep but i don't wanna- but i want to sleep

i wish i could be awake while i sleep so i could be aware of how nice it is yk

or i wish i could jus stop time yk

so i can like sleep as long as i want

[chaoticstrata]

Prompts

23. Cat for Aketho and Theron

Theron wanted to flop face-first onto the bed; he was so exhausted. But he knew better than to do so, not with the wound through his chest still healing--he did not want to deal with the wrath of the doctor who treated him nor the staff under her. Instead, the former spy gingerly slid onto the bed, laid down face first, and groaned in relief. He heard Aketho chuckle softly as the man headed toward the bathroom. Closing his eyes, Theron just listened to the running water and the ambient noise of the room--not quite ready to fall asleep but still too tired to do much else. After a moment, there was a shift on the bed by his side, as if something very light jumped onto it. He was about to look when whatever it was moved right onto his back and let out a loud “Merrrow?” near his ear.

“The fuck?” Theron said as he turned his head to look and was greeted with two dark, beady eyes of a tiny loth-kitten. The former SIS agent blinked a few times as the little cream and ginger-colored kitten tilted its head and sniffed by his ear. After a moment, the kitten’s eyes went squinty as it started to purr quite loudly--he swore it was almost as loud as a starfighter engine--and licked his cheek. Theron made a face at the feeling of sandpaper against his skin but went with it. The kitten was rather cute and seemed more than friendly. He would have wondered where it came from if he didn’t recall a conversation from years ago where Aketho mentioned he’d always wanted a cat. Apparently, he had gotten one while Theron was off, making his life a living hell…sigh, he really needed to do something to repay him for that.

The kitten made another loud meowing noise and nuzzled the side of Theron’s head before it moved from his upper back down to his lower back. Theron sighed when he felt the feline settle right on his rear. He would have been okay with that until the cat started to knead one cheek, claws occasionally digging into flesh through his pants. He made a soft, strangled noise before calling out. “Hey, hun?”

“Yeah?” came the call from the bathroom, water still running from the faucet.

“Did you happen to get a cat while I was away?”

The water turned off, and there was a long silence that followed.

“Maaaybe,” Aketho finally replied, sounding extremely sheepish about it--Theron could only imagine what he looked like at that moment. “I take it Kthira’shan’omi came out of hiding?”

“....really? That’s what you named the cat?” Theron sighed. Sure, he was learning Cheunh and was getting better at pronouncing Chiss names, but couldn’t Aketho go with something like Mr. Mittens… okay, maybe not that name, but still. 

“Her full name is Merit Adoptive, Patriel Kthira’shan’omi, actually.”

The cat meowed quite loudly at that. Apparently, the cat knew her name and approved.

Theron sighed again. “Could I at least use her corename?”

“Of course, it’s Ashano, and--PPFT!”

Theron turned his head at the noise and saw Aketho leaning against the bathroom doorway, hand over his mouth as his eyes crinkled in laughter. He sighed and shook his head, pressing his face back into the pillows.

“And here I was worried she wouldn’t like you,” Aketho stated through laughter. He heard the other man move closer until he sat beside him on the bed. Theron turned his head again to look up at the Chiss. Aketho smiled at him before leaning in and planting a kiss under his eye. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too, Keth,” Theron replied with a sweet smile--he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the other man had forgiven him so easily. Or at least it seemed to be easy. He--“OW! Do you mind!? My ass is not a pin cushion!”

“Merrow,” Ashano purred up at him, eyes squinty as she kneaded his rear one more time for good measure before hopping off.

Theron sighed and carefully rolled over onto his back. Aketho was laughing again as he slid in beside him on the bed.

“This is going to be a thing with her, isn’t it?” the brunette sighed, wrapping an arm around Aketho’s waist as he settled beside him.

“More than likely,” the Chis chuckled, head on Theron’s shoulder.

Another sigh escaped his lips. “Well, at least she’s cute.”

“Indeed.”

Several minutes later…

“Wait…did you name your cat Shan!?”

Aketho laughed.

----------------------------------------------------------- This was a lot of fun to write. XD And it's 100% canon to Aketho's lore/story.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

[brattyfics]

Lucky | Fall Fluff Challenge

summary:

❥ a submission to my fall fluff challenge. “soothing kisses" + ‘black cat’

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader

tags: fluff

word count: 1.1k

When the doorbell first rings, you don't budge from your spot on the bed. The new pillow you bought on a seasonal sale is way too comfortable to leave. Angel's closer to it anyway, re-watching his favorite scary movie for the tenth time this month in the living room. The door opens, and you listen with curiosity as another deep timbre travels from the doorway to the center of your home. Soon enough, you're standing and slipping on a pair of house shoes to investigate.

Angel's Mayan brother in leather and chrome, Creeper Vargas, stands in the center of your living room holding a medium-sized box with a lid. You know the two of them well enough to know that it could be anything in that damn box. Maybe even something you'd rather not know about, so you turn around to retreat into the peace of your bedroom, but Angel notices you before you can.

"Babe, come say hey to Creep."

"Hey, Creeper." You smile politely as you make your way over to them, reaching over to give him a quick side hug.

"What's good with you? You weren't going to speak?" Creeper tilts his head in damn, it's like that? fashion.

"No, I was. I just wanted to give you a minute if you needed it." He nods his understanding and looks to Angel with an expression you can't place. "Do y'all need a moment?" You check, looking between them.

"Yeah-" Creeper answers in a hesitant tone. At the same time, Angel shakes his head. "No." Then the two of them silently communicate something with their eyes while you watch with interest and mild amusement.

"Sit down, babe." Angel directs, gesturing to the couch behind you. You're confused, but you trust him, so you follow his lead.

Angel gestures Creeper forward, and the Mayan gently sets the box down at your feet. From this point of view, you can see holes in the lid. You lean forward to get a better look, and something inside the box shifts with a loud yelp. You flinch backward, looking at Angel with alarm. "What the hell?"

Angel doesn't look concerned at all. If anything, he's smug, excitement shining in his eyes as he tells you, "Open it." You nibble on your bottom lip as you consider it. He and Creeper look a little bit too happy with themselves for your taste.

"What is it?"

"Open and see, mama."

Whatever's inside is squeaking and scratching at the sides with fervor now. You shake your head and point to the box with your foot. "You open it."

"I can't. It'll ruin the surprise." Angel Reyes and his surprises were a known dangerous pair, but you lean forward anyway, sighing heavily. "It better not be a fucking rat." Your fingers hover over the now-shaking lid until Angel promises, "It's not a rat." You look to Creeper for confirmation. "Cross my heart, hope to die, sis."

Slowly and carefully, you remove the top, eyes zeroing in on the tiny dark head that immediately pops up. Striking neon eyes and the faintest little white whiskers follow. "Oh. My. God." You gasp loudly as the gorgeous kitten purs its protest at having been closed up in the dark box.

For the past week, Angel seemed to be spending more time on his phone. At one point, you noticed him deleting text messages and almost confronted him about it. Some part of you knew there must have been a perfectly reasonable explanation, and you were grateful you listened.

You scoop the kitten up for cuddles while Creeper quickly explains that she's from his cat's litter and that although she's old enough to be away from her mother, she will still need tender care over the next few weeks. You nod along while Angel rushes Creeper through the explanation so that he can cuddle up next to you now that he no longer has any secrets to hide.

"It was so hard not to tell you." Angel muses, running a heavy hand down the back of your head. "Are you happy? I know we never officially agreed to get a pet, but I figured with the year we've had-"

"-I'm really, really happy. She's everything." You coo at the shaky kitten, hugging her to your chest for comfort. It would take some time for her to adjust to her new surroundings, but you would be patient. "I'm in love."

"Good." Angel sighs, laying his head on your shoulder as he strokes her back. "Cause I'm already kinda attached to her too. As soon as I saw her, I knew. All the others had white patches, and there she was, looking like a tiny little panther."

"I can't believe you purposefully picked an all-black cat." You giggle, shaking your head as you admire her dark coat. She didn't creep you out at all.

"Wait- why?"

"Cause they're bad luck. Allegedly." You shrug while Angel's expression changes. He had forgotten about that old myth. "But you're not bad luck, are you, baby? You're too cute to be bad- Oh, what do you think about Lucky as a name? That's cute, right?"

"Very cute, mama." Angel agrees, adjusting to stretch out on the couch and lay his head in your lap.

"Wait, big head! We have someone else to think of now in our cuddle pile." You switch over to your baby voice as you speak to Lucky. "We can't have you getting squished, can we?"

"How should I lay then?" Angel asks earnestly. He was used to laying across your lap or on top of you with his head on your chest, but he'd get in anywhere he could fit. Angel hadn't considered that Lucky might take up some of his space. You shrug and push him to sit up. "I don't know. Just sit for now. I have to hold her for a little bit so we can bond, and then I'll put her down so she can explore and get to know her new home."

Angel's eyes narrow on the soon-to-be spoiled kitten who's already sagging against your chest in preparation for a nap.

"My luck is changing already." He grumbles. "At least give me a kiss to tide me over. A real one. I don't want to hear not in front of the baby."

With a giggle, you lean over kiss him sweetly, holding little Lucky firmly to your chest. Angel's arms come around to hold you both, rubbing soothing circles into your back. You sigh into his mouth, needing the closeness just as bad. Kissing him was always an experience. One that made you light and pliant to his wishes and desires. If he wanted to kiss you silly, you would be. Dazed and just a little woozy, willing to do whatever he wanted. This time, it's slow and passionate but not sexually charged. Soothing. A reminder with his tongue and lips that isn't verbal. Shit has been rough, but I got you. Whatever you need. Always.

Nuzzling your nose against his, you break away to whisper breathlessly, "Happy?"

"More than you know."

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[badboys-imagines]

My neighbor

PART V

A/N : Hope you’ll like this chapter ♥ 🌝

Pairing : Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary : You move into the house of your dreams. It all seems like a fairytale, until you meet your neighbor, Mr. Cavill…

PART I |  PART II  |  PART III  |  PART IV  | PART V

The building was filled with loud voices and sounds of people frantically typing when you rushed to the Human Resources office. The door was open.

A well-built man turned to you, a folder in his hands,

"Come in, Miss Y/L/N" he mumbled, “I was finishing your evaluation."

Hair still wet and messy, you panted,

"Thank you, sir."

Raising his head from the documents, Mathias smiled,

"Call me Mat', will you ?" he chuckled softly and pointed the seat in front of his desk, "Sit."

Body still shaking, you sat into the chair and he kept gazing at you for a moment,

"Your profile is very interesting." he stated, "Need more time to get ready in the morning ?" he asked, glancing at your bun.

Oh, shit.

For a moment, you wondered which was messier, your life or your hair.

"I apologize, si...-Mat’. I had a serious issue with my new neighbor..."

"None of that with me, Y/L/N." he chuckled, "I was just joking. One thing you need to know, you can be late, work from home, the boss don’t care as long as you do your job."

Nodding quickly, you silently cursed Cavill. Damn him. Thank god, Mat’ seemed to be in a soft mood.

"Well, now you're here, we need a good article for tonight, something entertaining. Do you think you can do that ? Like a fight, a violent altercation. Anything spicy."

"Of course, I'll figure something out." you nodded with a smile.

Sighing in relief, you sat at your new desk, closing your eyes as you recollected yourself. You’d been lucky. So. Freaking. Lucky.

"Hey there !" a friendly masculine voice caused you to open your eyes, "I'm your neighbor. I mean, kind of, our desks are side by side."

Oh God, no more neighbor for today, please.

Andres was a tall, blond-haired man. It was the first time you met him. He handed you a coffee, his wide smile and happy face contagious,

"Thanks ! Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N/."

"I know, I... read your badge."

"Oh," you chuckled, "and you are... Andres." you said as you read the name on his own badge.

You both nodded and smiled awkwardly, until a tall woman walked into the room, causing everyone to look back at their screens and papers. Andres leaned in and whispered,

“This is Erin. Big boss.”

Erin scanned the room and as soon as her eyes found you, she walked in your direction.

“Hello, Y/N. Welcome to Nova Times. I’m Erin.”

There was something very sweet in her smile. It made you feel immediately at ease and you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you. I can’t wait to start working on my first article.”

“Did Mathias give you a lead ?”

“Yes, he did. I’m sure I can finish today.”

“Great. I hope you’ll feel comfortable here.” she said, pointing your desk, “If you need anything, I’ll be in my office, alright ?”

So, yeah. It was even better than what you expected. Surprisingly, it felt way less oppressing than your previous job.

Your boss was friendly, the environment seemed nice. Plus, Andres was really hot.

When you finally left the building, it was already late and you’d been talking with him non-stop for an hour. He walked you home and you both took your time, enough for you to tell him about Mr Chaos.

“You just call him like that ?” Andres asked.

"Yeah, well that’s because he’s always acting indecently when all I’m trying to do is keep calm. It seems like his two moods are just... glitter and death, you know."

Andres laughed,

"What's his name again ?"

You hadn't told him and were about to do so, but you noticed your house in the distance,

"Oh, this is me." you smiled, stopping in front of him.

Andres plunged his eyes into yours, and you thought it was the moment when two characters kiss in books. There was a chemistry between you both, you couldn’t deny it. So when he leaned in, you glanced at his lips, willing to do it, to kiss him.

Yes, Y/N.

Do it.

But as soon as you looked at him, an image came to your mind, like a spell, something moving under your skin. Heart beating fast, you moved back. 

Henry’s eyes were haunting you. 

Fuck.

"I-I'm sorry." Andres stuttered, realizing his mistake, “It was so inappropriate, I thought...”

"No ! No, it wasn’t. It’s not you. You thought right." you assured him, "I guess I'm still shook by all the changes in my life. I just need some time. But I really enjoyed walking with you. You know what, how about we walk to work together, tomorrow morning ?"

Not an ounce of resentment in his eyes, Andres smiled shyly, burying his hands in his pockets,

"Tomorrow morning, then. Good night, Y/N. I'm glad we spent this moment together. If you're in trouble, just call me." he said, referring to your neighbor.

What was happening to you ? He was probably the cutest guy you’d met in years and yet... you just couldn’t take Henry out of your head.

Dragging your feet toward the door, you noticed the window was slightly open. Even though you didn't make a sound, your cat ran to you, meows and purrs breaking the silence as you entered your house.

"Oh, poor kitty, I'm sorry for this morning hon'..." you took her into your arms and made your way to the kitchen, pouring some cat food into a plate. "Here you go..."

"This cat is a liar,” you heard Henry grumble behind you, “I fed her, twice. She's going to die from a heart attack, like the average over-eating American she is." Henry glanced down at the furry ball, “I'm serious pal', you're going to die.”

Straightening up, you were now facing Henry as he brushed his fingers through his dark hair. This time though, he gave you an apologetic gaze,

"Sorry. Didn't mean that." he risked, "I just... I did feed your cat this morning. After all."

Without a word, you shrugged him off and turned your back to him to open the fridge. Here and there, you found his food and barely managed to know what was yours or his.

"What are you doing ?" he asked, his tone softer.

"Avoiding."

"Avoiding what ?"

"You. Everything."

You heard him sigh and he moved closer to you, heading toward the fridge where you were still trying to figure out what to cook. His voice echoed in your ear, so close it vibrated against your skin,

"This is mine,” he said, his arm plunging into the depths of the fridge, “this is yours... Oh, no. These are mine too." he said as he grabbed a box, causing you to gasp,

"No, the tomatoes are mine." you groaned, trying to get your food back.

Pulling hard on the package, you wouldn't surrender, but your hands slipped, letting go of the precious tomatoes and your body was thrown back. Henry caught you just in time, an arm snaking around your waist, the other still holding the vegetables. The tickling, almost stinging sensation made your skin burn again and your stomach clenched deliciously. Rather amused by your reactions, Henry gave you a questioning look,

"I thought you were avoiding."

Without hesitation, you hit his chest with the palm of your hand.

"Asshole."

"I'm getting used to this one." he uttered, releasing his embrace.

You placed a strand of your hair back behind your ear and Henry made a face,

"Let's order something."

"Yeah, let's do this."

Henry mechanically called the closest Chinese restaurant and you both moved to the living room. Sprawling on the couch, you closed your eyes for a moment. The sound of Henry’s typing on his computer lulled you and you started to drift off.

"I know you like being carried to bed, but..." he started and you opened an eye, ready to spit another homemade insult, but a knock on the door kept you from talking.

"Food's here !" you squealed.

It was still hot, and you were terribly hungry.

You sat down on the couch with your precious ramen and opened the box. This time, your stomach was twisting, because it was craving food.

Henry eventually came next to you, searching the bag. He leaned back into the couch and started eating silently. You looked up at him. Nope, you weren’t going to talk first.

"Had a good day ?" he tried, causing you to shrug. After a moment, his dark gaze settled on you and Henry grumbled, "I fed your cat, I swear to God I did. She didn’t stop cooing and purring after that."

Yeah, that sounded like your cat. And yet, you weren’t going to forgive him so easily.

"I got it. Not going to talk." he nodded and paused, "I saw you by the window, with Ken."

You flushed.

He'd seen you ?

You wanted to answer so hard, but there was plenty of food in your mouth and Henry kept going,

"Hm. Not to dictate your life, but drop the shitty boyfriend."

Choking on your noodles, you brought a hand to your mouth. Now, it didn't matter how much food was stuck between your teeth,

"Fuck you !" you mumbled, hiding your lips with your fingers, "You don't know anything about him. His name is Andres, and you're a judgmental ass."

Henry glanced at his food and took a few bites,

"Maybe, but I'm being honest with you, am I not ?"

"Honest ? You’re being a dick ! Andres is nice. This morning was terrible. I got late because of you ! You know what, Andres is the nicest person I've met so far. He's not arrogant, nor pretentious. Our little talk was relaxing." you paused, "After this evening with him, I can't stop thinking and... I'm amazed at how caring some people can be, and at how insignificant we are."

You looked away for a while, lost in your thoughts. Meanwhile, Henry raised an eyebrow and shook his head,

"Not me, I'm important."

It burst your dreamy bubble at once and you narrowed your eyes at him. This man couldn’t stop. Calmly, you put your empty box on the table.

"Henry, do you know how we make someone kind and holy, like Andres ?"

Seriousness writ on his features, a suspicious frown appeared on his forehead,

"Well, I don't know. Probably by cutting off their testicles."

Oh hell.

"You have to beat the hell out of them." you growled and suddenly, your fists hit his chest, causing him to cough in surprise.

In a desperate attempt to defend himself, Henry dropped his box and grabbed your wrists.

"Stop it Y/N !" he stifled, struggling to push you back.

Panting, you started laughing. The tension you’d kept all day long slowly faded away as you giggled, trying to reach his chest with your hands. Without warning, you pushed hard with your whole body and Henry fell on his back.

Out of breath, you plunged your eyes into his deep blue ones, hands still pressing against his strong arms,

"So, you still think Andres is a dumbass ? Because I can do this all night." you uttered.

Damn it Y/N. All night ?

Not releasing his grip around your wrists, Henry suddenly stopped putting efforts into lifting you above him. In seconds, his demeanor went from the grumpy neighbor who pissed you off, to a worked up, soft but still dominating version of himself.

Slowly, you felt your chest pressing against his torso, then your legs intertwining with his. The slight movement, paired with the fire in his eyes was making you squeeze your legs together. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked away for a split second, realizing your lips were only inches away from his, but then his eyes locked on yours.

The look he was giving you could have melted iron. Damn it. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Yes, just looked at you, his face emotionless but stern, studying you closely. He was driving you crazy, edging you on, and still giving you that stupid look.

This was exactly what you craved.

The way his fingers grazed lightly against your skin radiated this dominant energy despite the fact that you were on top. He had a way of making you feel like all of you couldn’t escape him. No matter what.

Heart still pounding, you blinked in confusion. You didn’t know when or how, but your mouth opened,

"You don't know anything Hen’,” you whispered, “you just act like it."

You saw his eyes flutter and his tongue slipped against his soft lips as he held your gaze, making it even more difficult to resist. His warm breath crashed near your lips and he released a low “Hm” of resignation. 

The grip on your wrists loosened into a soft touch, setting you free.

God, you wanted to kiss him. 

Every gear started turning into your head and you forced yourself to come back to your senses,

"If you ever feel stupid, or powerless..." you whispered, still hovering over him,  "Remember that I'm not."

With that, you moved back and jumped on your feet, leaving him lying here, breathless.

Henry freaking Cavill would never have you.

Little did you know that he liked challenges.

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[holylulusworld]

Bad neighbors Part 2 – Double the trouble

When Bucky moves into your apartment complex new problems need to get resolved.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, noise complaints, arguments, love-hate relationship, tension, smut, unprotected sex, nakedness

Bad neighbors - Masterlist

“Oh…fuck…right there, Steve. I’m right there.” You scream as Steve plunges into you. His hips slam into yours, leaving bruises for sure. His hands grip the headboard and it creaks dangerously as he ruts against you.

“Baby, you know what I want to hear.” Steve growls as you hold tight onto his back for dear life.”

Captain, oh…god, Captain so good.” You cry on the top of your lungs as he pushes you violently over the edge. Scratching your nails down his back you grip his ass, pushing him deeper as he comes, purring into your neck.

A blink later you hear someone yelling, slamming his fist into the wall. “Shut up over there! Other people try to sleep. Stop fucking for once.” Bucky yells and you chuckle, hiding your face into Steve’s chest.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Buck. I haven’t seen or fucked my girl in three weeks.” Steve yells and you whine.

“Steve, he’s right. We were loud as fuck.” You whisper.

“Then he needs headphones or a better sex life. Either way, I’m not done with you.” Steve whispers.

“How can you be hard again?” Gasping you feel him pulling out only to flip you onto your stomach, pushing back into you. “Steve…”

“Shh…I know what my girl needs. Look at you, such a bad neighbor to Bucky, all the time. Screaming my name, crying out…moaning.” Steve teases starting to rock his hips as you bite the pillow to avoid disturbing Bucky once again.

Steve has other plans. Pounding you into oblivion with every powerful stroke of his cock he makes you whimper, moan and cry out in pleasure.

“Dammit! You two are like rabbits!” Bucky starts yelling once again as Steve picks up the pace.

With every hard snap of his hips, he rams the headboard into the wall. Your neighbor is yelling and cursing.

You can hear his feet stomp out of the room as you whine underneath Steve, close to another high. Right before you can cum someone is harshly knocking at your and Steve’s apartment door.

Ignoring his friend Steve gropes your breasts, simply pumping harder and faster into you. You are a screaming mess underneath the tall Avenger as the knocking gets louder, more demanding.

“Oh, Steve…god…fuck…” You curse and he fists your hair, ramming into you in a maddening pace.

“You better cum for your Captain before Bucky breaks the lock,” Steve warns and you try everything to ignore the knocking and only concentrate on the pleasure your boyfriend brings you.

Curses leave his lips as he spanks your cheek with his free hand, causing you to gasp. Another slap makes you moan louder as you start pulsing around his thick shaft.

“Cum, now.” Steve orders and a strangled cry leaves your lips as you collapse on the bed. Steve isn’t done with you. Still lazily thrusting into you he growls as Bucky won’t stop knocking.

“Just a minute.” Steve chuckles stilling his movement, filling you up to the brim. “I guess he’s just jealous, Baby. Give me a minute or two and we can go for round three.”

“No. We can’t disturb your friend even more.” You whine as another slap hits your cheek, pressing a moan out of you.

----

“Move into my girls’ old apartment, you said. We can have fun, you said. No one will disturb you, you said.” Bucky mutters. “You are loud as fuck, punk. I can’t sleep a single night as you are busy railing this girl.”

“Her name is Y/N and she’s not just a random girl, she’s my girl. I know we were loud and I’m sorry. We try to not disturb you tonight or any night again. I will have to gag her I guess. What a pity, Buck. I love her being loud…” Steve chuckles and Bucky gulps hard.

Watching you walk out of the bedroom only wearing one of Steve’s dress shirts Bucky licks his lips. Your legs on full display he admires the smooth skin, the little tattoo at your ankles…Steve’s cum dripping down your thighs.

“Buck…you with us?” Steve smirks seeing the look on his friend’s face.

“Sure, Steve. Just keep it low for tonight. You are like animals…” Bucky mutters storming toward his apartment, a raging hard one in his pants.

----

Over the next days, you try to be as silent as possible, which is a hard task while Steve is making you feel so good. At least you were able to not disturb Bucky for three days.

Steve is watching you as you are busy making breakfast for you and him. Wearing only one of his old shirts you bend over and a growl leaves his lips. Your brain barely has time to recognize you got placed onto the kitchen count legs spread open before he’s on you.

“Fucking beautiful,” Steve growls diving in. He’s feasting on you like an animal starving while your aching core greedily welcomes his attention, so you scream his title and Bucky starts yelling once again.

“I’m sorry…god…so sorry.” You scream while Steve nips and licks at your tender flesh. You try anything to remain silent, but Steve won’t let you. Three fingers slip into your slick channel, curling, searching for the spot making you cry out for him.

Steve has a smug grin all over his face when the first scream leaves your lips. Bucky is less amused, furious he rams his fist into the wall, yelling and cursing as you cry out in pleasure, sobbing, whining as Steve won’t stop. He wants to break you completely, drown you into pleasure.

----

Days later Steve left for a mission and you baked some cupcakes and cookies for Bucky to tell him you are sorry. He’s glaring at you, a smirk on his lips as you try to find the right words.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble. “I tried to be silent, I swear but sometimes Steve won’t let me…I will try harder. I never wanted to disturb you, James.”

There’s something sinister all over Bucky’s face before he starts talking.

“Don’t worry, doll. According to what I saw during the last missions, you won’t last long. I bet Steve is bored by now.” Bucky spats and you look at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You gasp.

“Doll, Stevie is with Sharon, okay. He was kissing her. In the morning I saw her leaving his hotel room, hair a mess, hickeys all over her neck…” Bucky lies, and you are close to tears.

Three years and now he’s cheating on you?

“Oh…I see.” You whisper letting the tears fall. “I was only fun then, no one special.” You sniffle and Bucky gulps hard.

“It thought it’s all about fun.” He gasps and you shake your head.

“No, I thought he loves me because I do love him. I should pack my stuff to make space for this girl, Sharon then. You can keep the plate, it’s Steve’s either way.”

----

Three days later Steve comes back from his mission only to find you and all your belongings are gone. You left a short message that now he has enough space for Sharon, that you don’t want to hear him saying you have to leave.

“What...? Bucky…” Steve snarls ripping his door open to knock at his friend's door, ready to rip him apart.

“Steve…uh…hey…” Bucky stammers.

“What did you do?” Steve yells.

“I was mad and lied. Told her you and Sharon are a thing. I didn’t know about her feelings for you.”

“You destroyed my relationship only as I was too loud during sex? God…she must be…I bet she’s crying her eyes our right now. You could’ve told me. It was my fault, I made her scream. She tried anything to remain silent.” Steve curses grabbing the hem of Bucky’s shirt. “How could you do this to her only as she was a bit too loud?”

“It’s not only … I… fuck I like her…okay. I was jealous. The smile she gives you, the way she looks up at you and all the noises she makes for you. I was not a good friend. Let me make it up to you…her…” Bucky admits.

“You are into Y/N and instead of telling her so you hurt her…? Since when do we play stupid games? I always shared with you. According to the looks, my girl gives you she wouldn’t mind sharing with you.” Steve deadpans and Bucky gulps hard.

“UH—fuck. She’s at her sister's place. We need to get her…”

----

“Will you tell me what happened?” Your sister asks.

“The man I love cheated on me and the other guy I like was happy about it. He rubbed it right into my face, sis.” You sniffle as the doorbell rings.

“Just a minute, Y/N.”

Your eyes drift toward the picture of your sister and her husband. You will never have someone loving you like this…no one ever loved you like this.

“Y/N, thank god I found you.” Steve sighs kneeling next to you. “Everything Bucky said was a lie. I swear I never even looked at someone else.”

“He said you are with Sharon.” You whisper as Bucky enters your sisters living room, looking guilt-ridden.

“I lied, doll. I was mad as you were loud during…” Seeing your sister enter the room Bucky clears his throat. “…washing the dishes.” He lies.

“That’s the reason you hurt me?” You sniffle.

“Buck…tell her…” Steve orders and your eyes meet stormy blue ones. Bucky tries to find the right words but Steve is faster. “He’s into you. Got off listening to us having sex.” Steve blurs out and your sister chuckles.

“Stevie!” Bucky mutters. “You said I can tell her…”

“Wait…you are into me?” Dumbfounded you look up at Bucky as he nods, ashamed. “Oh…OH! Instead of telling us so you just lied to hurt me? That’s childish, Barnes.” You mutter.

“Will you come home, Y/N? Please. I never looked at another woman.” Steve pleas and you refuse to look him in the eyes.

“Steve…I can’t as I was looking at another man.”

“Bucky doesn’t count. We can find a solution.” Steve shrugs and you gulp hard.

“Solution?” Gasping you lick your lips.

“I was always good at sharing things with Buck. Now let’s get home and we can discuss things…”

----

“That’s it…scream my name!” Bucky growls as you paw at his back. One of your neighbors starts yelling as you cry out in pleasure.

“I guess we are no longer double the trouble…” You chuckle as Steve opens his pants…

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[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

(Sneak Peek At Chapter Two Of My Hazbin Fanfic!)

“I-I don’t wanna go….!” Ebony whimpered.

“We can discuss this on the ride back.” Vox growled.

“Y-Yes sir…” Ebony frowned.

“Thanks for giving me her, it is much appreciated~!” Vox bowed, dragging Ebony out by her arm, getting some pained protests from her, door closing behind him.

Ebony was shoved into the car carelessly, Vox sliding in soon after. “Owie…!” Ebony whimpered.

“What the HEAVEN was THAT?!?” Vox snapped as the drive back to the studio started.

“Was what-” Ebony started.

“WHAT HAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU ABOUT LEAVING THE DAMN STUDIO?!?” Vox yelled. Ebony winced, ears pressing against her head at the loud voice.

“I-I was just-” Ebony started

“ ‘I-I was just-’ SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THAT HORSESHIT!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU SNUCK OUT ON PURPOSE!!!” Vox yelled.

Ebony whimpered, hugging her legs to her chest, tears starting to trickle out of her eyes. “I-I was just…..I just got restless…” Ebony whimpered.

“SO WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ONE OF US TO GO OUT WITH YOU?!?” Vox fumed.

“I….I knew you’d say no….” Ebony sniffled.

���SO YOU WENT OUT ANYWAYS?!?!?” Vox hissed.

“I almost didn’t….” Ebony whined.

“BUT NOTE THE ‘ALMOST’!!!!! YOU DISOBEYED A FUCKING DIRECT ORDER!!!!” Vox growled.

“I-I told Velvet....!” Ebony whimpered.

“SHE NEVER FUCKING IS ABLE TO HEAR ANYONE!!!!” Vox barked. Ebony winced, sliding back in her seat.

“I-I’m sorry, sir….” Ebony frowned.

Vox sighed heavily. “You’re gonna have to do some SERIOUS work to get me to forgive you for this.”

Ebony whined, hugging herself tightly. “I….I don’t want to…”

“Well, too bad, so sad, ya don’t get a say in the matter!” Vox growled.

Ebony looked up slightly, seeing that Vox’s frown had been larger than usual. “I……”

“You what?” Vox demanded.

“I just got restless…..” Ebony whined. Vox’s frown grew larger, causing Ebony to push herself further away from him.

“You got restless…? You GOT restless…? YOU GOT RESTLESS?!?!?! THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOUR CASE ANY BETTER!!!!” Vox yelled. Ebony whimpered, curling into herself tighter.

“Besides, everyone there is so nice to me and-” Ebony started

“OH, SO WE’RE NOT ‘NICE’ ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?” Vox yelled.

“I just...think that you need to lighten up a bit…!” Ebony bit back meekly.

“No, those...THINGS at that dumb hotel aren’t good for you to be around!!!!” Vox growled.

“AT LEAST THEY’RE BETTER TO BE AROUND THAN YOU!!!!!!” Ebony snapped, ink webs flaring up.

“..............Excuse me?” Vox said, warning her to back off.

“THEY TREAT ME LIKE AN ACTUAL PERSON BACK THERE!!!! THEY DON’T CARE IF I’M THE DAUGHTER OF THE INK DEMON!!!! I’M ME!!! I’M EBONY TO THEM!!! I’M EBONY THE PLUSH DEMON!!! NOT EBONY THE SLUT WHO DOES AS SHE’S TOL-” Ebony started before getting cut off by Vox grabbing her throat tightly.

“Listen here, you little shit, I don’t appreciate you raising your voice at me like that, so I’m gonna dish out your punishment on the way back to the studio.” Vox growled. Ebony whimpered, crossing her legs and pressing her ears against her head as fear coursed through her body.

“P-Please don’t…” Ebony begged. Vox grinned, pinning Ebony’s wrists above her head.

“Sorry sweetheart~! Ya shoulda thought your plan through before executing it~!” Vox purred.

(Timeskip to them arriving at the studio.)

Vox strode to the door, waiting for Ebony to follow suit. Ebony padded over, shaking slightly and eyes filled to the brim with regret and horror. “What’s wrong~? Didn’t enjoy it~?” Vox taunted. Ebony shook her head no.

“I-It was fine, s-si-it was fine, sir…” Ebony stuttered. Vox grinned.

“Good~! Cause if ya get caught sneaking out again, it’s gonna happen again~!” Vox warned. Ebony nodded shakily. Vox opened the door, poking Ebony with his leg, prompting her to head inside.

“VAAAAL, WE’RE BAAACK~!!!” Vox called, following Ebony inside.

“Oh, hey Vox. Hey Ebony! How’d it go?” Velvet greeted.

“O-Oh, heya, Vel…! Everyone was nice…!” Ebony smiled shyly.

“Wait, you HEARD her?!?” Vox gasped.

“Yeah.” Velvet said.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!?” Vox yelled.

Velvet sighed, rolling her eyes. “I knew you’d blow up on her. She’s having it rough enough as it is with her parents, Vox.” Velvet frowned.

“Oh, I’m SUUUURE she is.” Vox grumbled.

“Vox, you know they’re trying to FORCE her to keep the family tradition job going, right?” Velvet asked. Vox’s monitor reset a moment.

“They’re...what?” Vox gasped. Velvet’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Velvet asked in shock.

“No, I didn’t!” Vox gawked. Vox looked down at Ebony. “Ebony-I’m...so sorry…!” Vox apologized.

“I-It’s fine, Vox, y-you had no way of knowing…” Ebony wheezed.

“Vox. Why does she sound like that?” Velvet asked, anger growing in her voice.

Vox remained silent. “VOX. WHAT DID YOU DO?” Velvet snapped.

“Alright, fine, I fucked her as a punishment for sneaking out!!” Vox barked. Vox crossed his arms. “There, ya happy?”

“Um. NO?!? That’s NOT an okay form of punishment, Vox!!” Velvet snapped.

“So what? She’s fine, she’s not hurt.” Vox chuffed.

“Vox, listen you little shi-” Velvet started.

“Vox, Velvet, sit down.” Val frowned, walking in.

Vox sat down, pulling Ebony down with him, not caring if he hurt her.

“Okay, from the top-what happened?” Val asked.

“Well, your friendly neighborhood slut Ebony decided to sneak off and-” Vox started.

“I WASN’T ASKING YOU, VOX.” Val growled. Vox shut up immediately. “Ebony, dearest, what happened today~?” Val asked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. Ebony whined, seeing the smirk on Vox’s face.

“We-Well, sir, I snuck out to the hotel again last night an-an-and then Dad asked me to come by the theater for work and then I couldn’t go up because anxiety hit, and then I went back to the hotel and Vox came by and picked me up and fu-” Ebony started before Vox slid over, shoving his hand over her mouth and holding her in place with the other.

“-AND I found you and helped you get back here! RIGHT, EBONY?” Vox grimaced. Ebony nodded.

“I can tell from her crooked hoodie that something happened before she came back.” Val frowned.

“..........” Vox frowned.

“Vox, please say you didn’t.” Val sighed.

Vox was dead silent. Val sighed heavily, facepalming. “Vox, you CAN’T do that every time she misbehaves…! It’ll stop having the effect on her after a while…!” Val groaned.

“What do you want me to do, mind control her or something?!?” Vox snapped. The room was filled with dead silence.

“...............................................................” Val was dead silent.

“I can tell by the dead silence that that’s not what you wan-” Vox started.

“No no, that may actually be a good solution.” Val interjected.

Ebony whimpered, shrinking away from Vox. “Well, I mean if ya don’t mind holding her down, I could do it right now if ya want.” Vox shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright.” Val got up, gently grabbing Ebony and holding her back. Ebony yelped, struggling to get out of his grip. “Stop moving, dear~! You’ll only make this harder on yourself~!” Val hummed.

“N-No, lemme go…!!!” Ebony whimpered. Vox stood in front of Ebony, crouching down to her height.

“Okay, kiddo, look me in the eyes, alright?” Vox asked gently. Ebony shut her eyes tightly, nodding no violently. Vox frowned, sighing heavily. “Kid, you ain’t making this any easier.” Vox frowned.

“I don’t care…!!” Ebony peeped. Vox frowned, grabbing her muzzle and forcing her to look him dead in the eyes. Ebony kept her eyes shut tightly. Vox frowned deeper and sighed, going to rub her ears, knowing that’d get her to open her eyes. Ebony fought hard to not open her eyes, but it was futile, as she opened them anyways.

As soon as Ebony’s eyes were open, Vox activated his spiral eye, drawing Ebony’s attention with it and slowly using his mind control abilities on her. “Keep looking me in the eye, thaaat’s right, good girl…” Vox mumbled under his breath. Ebony tried breaking from Vox’s grip, but he tightened it, not letting go.

“No….I don’t…...Want……” Ebony said tiredly.

“I know, hush...It’s okay...You can trust me...Hush...this is nothing to panic over...This is for your own good…” Vox hummed. Ebony blinked, keeping her eyes shut and Vox went back to petting her ears, getting her eyes open again. “Stop resisting, dammit!!” Vox sighed, frustrated.

“No, I’m not….a puppet….” Ebony zoned out a moment before shaking her head as well as she could.

“Hold still. Ignore everything but my voice and eye, okay?” Vox instructed carefully.

“I…….no…..I won’t….!” Ebony objected half-heartedly.

“Hush…..It’s useless to resist, just listen to my voice and focus on my eye and everything will be okay…” Vox hummed. Ebony slowly started spacing out as she slowly got drawn in. She just wanted it to be over. She blinked again. “I SWEAR TO LUCIFER, IF YOU DON’T STOP-” Vox started.

“Patience, Vox. Just have some patience~!” Val hummed. Vox sighed.

“Kid, look in my eye and DON’T blink.” Vox instructed. Ebony tried escaping, but it was fruitless.

“No….I don’t want this….!!!” Ebony objected.

“Hush….Don’t fight, it’ll be alright….” Vox hummed. Ebony’s eyelids drooped slightly as she slowly gave in.

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

TF2 gift for @sxpaiscia​

Written rapidly, in chat, after a long period of lost creativity; may not be great. Demo/Solly x 2     |  AO3 Rating: Explicit

Title: Pur-pulled Together

Darkness swirls through the room, faint light illuminates for but a second as lightning flashes outside.

Everything is hazy, indistinct and tinged with the dizzy haze settling over his barely-conscious mind. The hard concrete beneath his knees bites cruelly through the thick fabric of his breeches.

His helmet slides forward incrimentally as Solly shifts, trying to make out the location. His hands throbbed slightly, discomfort radiating from his wrists, bound together as they were.

Wriggling against the haphazard bonds, Solly snapped back to awareness; someone had taken the time to drag him into this secluded location, bind his hands behind him, and bind his arms to his sides. Yet... they had not thought to gag him?

Aha! A strategical error!

As he sucked in a deep breath to sound the alarm, the burgeoning cry choked quietly in his throat at the realisation he was not alone. Another body rocked into his, struggling to free their hands.

It was the sudden loud, heavily-accented cursing exploding between them that helped the mercenary to poinpoint his fellow captive.

"Demo?" Jane asked, dropping his voice lower to whisper, "...Tavish?"

Lightning captured the sudden jerk of Demo's head, face swinging to find the speaker. It was then Solly saw that Tavish's eyepatch had slipped across his face to the other side; effectively blinding the man. No wonder he reacted so strongly!

"Ach, yes it's me laddie... seems we're in a right pickle here." HE wriggled unfairly broad shoulders as if to make a point of how ver ymuch doomed the pair of them were.

"Now, now Private there's no room for talk like that! We must merely out-think the enemy, use a pincer maneuvre, strategically advance to the rear when possible!"

Tavish couldn't contain the small chuckle that escaped. "Of course you'd be able to make escaping sound like a battle plan, Jane me lad..."

They lapsed into silence, the real question finally making its way into their minds.

"So... I'm assuming that this here isn't the prelude to some degree of kinky shennaigans you were too timid to bring up to me at home base, right?" Tavish asked, the beautiful clever bastard that he was. Jane felt he was never going to live down the last time he'd unorthodoxically brought up a minor turn-on with Tavish in an unusual manner... but, in Jane's defence... he was a very hands-on man.

"That's a Negatory, Private! We are in hostile territory..."

"Oh, how'd ye know that, laddie? There's no light down here." Demo retorts.

"Because there's a big BLU symbol on the wall, I saw it last time the lightning flashed."

"...ah, alright then."

For a few seconds the room filled with the sound of two men thinking hard about how to free themselves from an exceptionally bizarre situation. The occasional harsh breaths and rustling clothing of someone testing their bonds.

"I can't seem to remember how we got here..." Tavish says, grunting with the effort of trynig to slip a wrist free. "One minute I was sticky jumping and the next, crack... thought I was for respawn... but now I'm here."

"Well, that's-..." and Solly stopped, because his own memoris were similar. One minute he was cackling maniacally, plummeting down towards the horrified BLU Scout, and the next... pain, sound, darkness...

"Mmm, I'm guessing ye can't recall either, hey?" Demo asks, wriggling over in Jane's general direction so their shoulders touched. Like a little island of safety amidst the sea of darkness they were lost in.

"...for reasons of national security I can neither confirm or deny these allegations..." Solly responds, and is definitely Not Pouting because REal Men Don't Pout. He liked the enemy you could see... because you can fight it. Being taken out by a sneak attack, utterly dishonourable tactic!

Tavish's lips brush his cheek and plant a kiss on the side of his nose. "There, there, love... I cannae see you, but it's the best I can do. Looks like we just need to stay calm and wait for answers, aye?"

"Aye... I mean, Affirmative, Private." the slightly-mollified Soldier responds. He settles a little closer to Demo, body heat bouncing between the two in this cold, quiet place.

"I'm guessing that you're a wee bit confused about this whole mess?" Came a far-too-familiar tone, so very like Tavish's and yet... not. "That's my fault for not wrangling my military man a little better, hope ye can find a way to forgive that little oversight."

"The deployment of my military might was too powerful for these foes, Lieutenant Demo." A contemptuous tone sneered, from somewhere nearby.

The lights flickering on near blinded Solly, too bright too soon. A growl builds in his throat at the sight of their captors... BLUs.

"Jane...?" Tavish whispers, and Solly turns to find the man just as much of a mess as he himself felt.

"BLUs, the Demo and Soldier. Looks like we're in a POW camp..."

"Och, nay... ye're in the BLU basement, don't be so dramatic!" BLU Demo chuckles, waving a hand  as he came forwards to take stock of them. Noticing Tavish's issue, the enemy deftly moved the eyepatch to the right location and grinned. "How do I look, laddie?"

Blinking his eye rapidly, Tavish grinned. "Like I haven't gotten around to killing you yet, but don't worry yourself... I'll make time."

"Oh, I like him..." BLU Soldier informs BLU Demo in a loud whisper. The latter pats him on the shoulder, as the pair smile to one another.

"What sick game are you playing here, you-... you-... you COMMUNIST HIPPIES?!" Jane snarls, moving painfully on his knees so his body was between the BLUs and Tavish. Let them take him first... give Demo a chance to escape.

With a thunk, something hit the floor and slid across to the pair. "Now, I think there's been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way... probably because my laddie here got the drop on you're boyo there. Damn fine strike with the shovel... mid-air too! Couldn't be prouder."

The smart retort died in Solly's throat as his opposite on the BLU team blushed, helmet tipping down as if to hide it; before the impulsive mercenary pressed a hasty kiss to the BLU Demo's cheek. Things... were sliding into place.

Solly was a passionate man, a caring man, a slightly unhinged man if you believed Medic's reports... but not ever really awarded the title of Clever man. Tavish knew this was wrong... Jane was smart about practical things; and with the exception of Sun Tzu;s Art of War, Jane rarely cared for things of a philosophical nature.

But it was clear that the puzzle pieces had clicked into place right now, and he was seeing the majority of the picture.

"You two... are like us." Jane said flatly, trying to work out how that factored into their current situation. "You worked together to ambush us... and get us here, trap us at BLU. But...why?"

BLU Demo rolls his eyes, mouth opening... before BLU Soldier cuts in sharply. "It was a strategic engagement to procure valuable assets from the enemy... for recreational and experimental use."

Jane frowned. Tavish... has a lightbulb moment, and began to laugh.

"Oh aye, so kidnapping us from battle and binding us up down here was easier than maybe asking if we'd be open to a little inter-team 'cooperation', hmmm?"

"Well, boyo, if we'd said 'Oh hey would you like to perhaps go fuck yourself and your boyfriend in the kinkiest way possible', do you think we could have gotten past 'go fuck yourself' without you sending us through respawn?" BLU Demo grinned.

Tavish nodded, considering. "Aye, fair point there. Now... is there any chance of you taking these here bindings away? I can barely feel my fingers, and I think I'd like a word with my laddie Jane first... not a decision I can make solo, if you ken."

He was somewhat shocked by how fast they had been released after that. There was a moment where both parties tensed, as if expecting someone to throw a punch... but nothing came.

Quietly, Tavish whispered, "Jane... I'm all for this odd little game, but do you-...?"

"YES." Jane added before he could even finish the question.The man's belt had hit the floor already, pants threatening to go down with it...

Tavish hid his face in a hand. He loved to hate Jane sometimes. All passion and little forethought...

BLU Demo motioned to the health pack on the floor, and Tavish snatched it up quickly. Before it could dissolve in his hands, he slapped it against Solly's nearest shoulder; healing him instantly. A smaller healthpack bounced against his own forehead before the bright healing power coursed through his own battered body.

"Told ye they'd get soppy and try tae save the other..." BLU Demo muttered to BLU Soldier, who slid some cash into a waiting palm. "Ahem, if you're all right as rain... perhaps we can take ye up to our room? Don't worry about the others, they're celebratin' victory in town... the big fella wanted to try the mexican restaurant there."

With a meaningful glance to Jane, a pointed grin at the half-hard erection tenting what remained of the man's pants, and a shrug... Tavish smiled at their 'captors'. "Lead the way... if you dare."

After tramping through the BLU base with a vague sense of deja vu, for the building was a reverse image of their own, the REDs were unceremoniously ushered through a doorway at the end of an oddly-silent corridor.

Solly stumbled slightly, eyes trying to catch another look at the interwoven class symbols on the door; he'd... been rather impressed, always wanted to try something like that for Tavish one day. Damn BLUs stealing his secret intelligence telepathically or something...

Tavish felt strong, familiar arms wrap about his torso from behind; pressing him against a chest similar to his own. Clever, calloused fingers teasing at any exposed flesh through the ragged attire, dancing at his throat as they trailed higher.

Hot breath gusts over his throat, so different to the way Jane felt against him... and yet, Tavish felt his skin tingling. HEat rising to dance along every nerve in response to this new situation... and pressed against his own firm buttocks, an answering surge of lust.

He ground back against it, gasping as the BLU nipped his throat in response, and they both laughed in an eerily similar voice. How strange to have someone new to your body... show such intimate knowledge, knowing where you liked to be touched to stir the flames of your own passion.

"I'm glad you seem to like this arrangement..." the BLU murmured, tone low and soothing as he pressed a trail of kisses up the dark column of Tavish's throat. He pauses, and they both glance towards their Soldiers, eyes drinking in the scene before them.

BLU slammed RED against the wall, rough and ready, helmets clanging as they crashed their mouths together in something that appeared like passionate warfare. Muscular hands that could deal death and pleasure so easily, fought to divest the other man of his attire first.

Clothing hit the floor rapidly, weaponry that perhaps should not bounce... did so, in their haste. They kissed like it was a battle, their hips rocked against one another in-... no, it can't be! Tavish stifled a laugh as he realised they were rutting against one another in marching step time. Oh, Jane... predictable, adorable, forever deliciously ridiculous. And... he was all Tavish's.

Except for in this moment, that is.

"Where did ye go, laddie? Am I not enough for ye..." teases his BLU opposite, hands unbuckling his belt and allowing it to fall away. Tavish turned to face the other man, slding his own hands up under the blue shirt with the same delicate finesse he used to craft his bombs.

Fingertips traced over each defined muscle, felt the stiff coarse hair of the man's chest as he helped the BLU to peel the shirt off. Just as the BLU undressed him in return.

Tavish took initiative, pressing his lips against the other man's first and bringing a hand up to cup the BLU at his nape. Mouth moving to press hot little kisses across the other man's firm jawline, feeling stubble graze at his sensitive lips in a way that would sting tomorrow. Yet he could not bring himself to care.

BLU Demo's hands found his waist, his hips, slipping down the seat of his pants to clench at taut buttocks below  and encourage the rocking motion they both enjoyed. Little sparks flaring before their good eyes when they aligned correctly.

Desperate for more, spurred on by their own lust-ridden Need to be closer, both Demos wrestled with one another's pants, forcing them down whilst locked at the mouth. Tounges dancing against one another, tantalising and promising more...

The garments hit the floor in a pile, and were forgotten. Tavish pressed his living mirror against the wall, adjusting his stance to allow the BLU to raise his thighs and clench them about the RED's own. The added support of the wall made the whole endeavour well-worth the earlier struggle.

His member throbbed, a dark column that curved upright against his abdomen. The need seemed to radiate between the near-identical men, shafts slicking together inexpertly... but easily enough, from the precum that continued to pearl between them.

Periodically, they snatched glances at their own partners, who were as loud as the Demos were silent. Both RED and BLU Soldier seemed determined to grind the other to orgasm first... jaws clenched, bodies shuddering from the onslaught of sensation, hips pistoning so firmly, so doggedly...

Tavish felt his member twitch at the sight, remembering how that stolid pumping determination felt when they were alone. Whether Soldier rode triumphant upon his lover's shaft, or slid deep within Demo until the man screamed his release at the  unrelenting march of pleasure... he was always thusly determined.

With a strange sense of desperate purpose that stole upon both men like an assassin in the darkness, the Demomen crashed their mouths together in fervour. Hips bucking wildly, cocks throbbing and grinding against one another as best they could; sweat slicked skin making wet little noises as they rutted relentlessly.

Tavish was panting, sweat was running into his eyes, but he was so turned on it was almost hard to think... a combination of the BLU Demo wrapped about him, the lusty sight Jane and the other created, and the sense of danger this whole situation presented. A sense of taboo... interteam fraternisation and all.

His skin tingled, anywhere his counterpart touched felt like trails of fire writhing beneath it; the slapping of their skin, the hitched breaths and moans, the shuddering exhalations by his ear as the other bit his lip to hold off. They both wanted to stay here, on the brink, as long as possible...

"I-..." he gasped, the heat pooling in his abdomen an inferno threatening to break its bonds.

"...aye!" BLU Demo managed in response, legs clinging to him all the tighter for it, hips meeting every thrust in a frantic race to the finish.

His legs were trembling, climax imminent, when BLU Demo came; tremors taking ahold of that firm, sculpted form as thighs clenched violently about Tavish. Stark spurts of hot, violently white cum splattered on their chests, smearing messily as they continued.

The sight of the other man's release broke the last fraction of control in Demo's body, and his own orgasm surged through him like a lightning strike. Tavish curled about his counterpart, teeth sharp where they bit into muscular flesh as he came; hips shuddering into convulsive thrusts as his release slicked their joined flesh.

BLU Demo ground back against him until the climax faded, until they were both a shuddering mess that needed the wall to hold them up. Tavish could not help but laugh airily, delighted and (for the moment) utterly spent.

The BLU released him to place his own feet on the ground, and grinning cheekily. "That was as grand as any explosion... good job, boyo."

"Same to ye, matey." Tavish shot right back, trying to catch his breath. A new partner was always an exhilarating, breathtaking experience, even if things went wrong. Still, this had been brilliant.

Feeling surer of himself by the second, Tavish stumbled over to drop to the bed, and the other man joined him a moment later. Their eyes, for between them they had one functional set, riveted on the sight of their lovers...

Both Soldiers were flushed to the tips of their ears, slightly shocked expression on their stoild faces; they each fisted the other's cock, pumping slowly now, for their members were momentarily spent.

In a moment of clarity, Tavish realised that the pair must have been watching the Demos climax with such intensity, they had yet to even realise they had also come. Ach, but what could you do with such big, beautiful, sensitive men...

He goes to nudge the BLU Demo, and meets the other's nudge halfway; he'd noticed too. Still,if the valiant stirring in his loins was any indication... the sight was just the thing to rekindle his spent passion.

"A fine lad you got there, boyo... wouldn't trade him for mine, but I was wonderin' if ye'd be willing to share him. Just for tonight, that is... see if I can show him that BLU does it better. What do ye think of that?"

Tavish couldn't hold back the laugh. "Aye, Jane's a fine lad and I love him, even when he does get strange ideas... but if he and your boyo are happy for it, I see no harm in showing your lad how real men please one another. The RED way." he teased right back.

Noticing the conversation, Jane and the BLU Soldier had decided to make their way to the bed as well; listening in with interest in nothing more than their helmets, the mixed essence of their own release coating their abdomens, hands and reinvigorating cocks. 

Jane watched Tavish, head tilted as if considering, before flashing a wide, smug grin. He was a man who loved a challenge, and Tavish could see the thirst in Jane’s eyes to prove to the BLU Demo once and for all... that RED was superior in all things. The BLU Soldier seemed to think the same, because he moved over to stand before Tavish, eyes scrutinising the mercenary from beneath the helmet.

“Looks like this maggot needs to learn that BLUs do everything better.” growls the oddly-familiar tone, as the muscular man climbs onto the bed. The BLU straddles Tavish’s lap, his reawakening cock slapping lewdly against the muscles of the demolition expert’s abdomen. 

There’s a strangely disconnected moment there, hanging in the air; the mannerisms, the body, the voice are all so painfully similar... and yet, they both know the other is not their lover. Just a similar version, so this is a body they have not touched, not explored or pleasured in any way... 

In short, a challenge.

The pungent stench of sweat and sex filled the room; almost dizzyingly so. Tavish’s hands reached out to press against the familiar flesh of the stranger before him, tracing muscles along the man’s arms, her chest, his abdomen. Tugging playfully at the happy trail in the way Jane always enjoyed... Like his hands had magnetised, Tavish found he could not pull them away, and with every little familiar movement, every quiet breathy response to his touch, certainty grew. This soldier was not Jane, but there was no doubt that the BLU was eager to experience this new mating with an equally familiar-stranger; that Tavish could please him, and be pleased in return.

He glanced into those piercing blue eyes, peering at him from under the blue-tinted helmet, and saw nothing but encouragement... and a hint of challenge. Tavish grinned, pulling the military mercenary closer so their mouths might finally meet; his tenacity and playful licks against the bulkier man’s bottom lip gaining Demo access into the hot cavern of BLU Soldier’s mouth.

Delving deeper with his questing tongue, he felt the other surge forwards, their bodies pressing close in a mess of cooling sweat and ejaculate. In the near future they would throw themselves into a shower cubicle to be rid of it, but for this moment it was only an afterthought. A dirty little thrill, one might say.

“Good lad...” Tavish murmurs, pulling back to glance over his shoulder at the other two; heart thundering a little faster when he sees the flushed, overstimulated expression of his Jane. BLU Demo had moved beyond foreplay now, the sneaky bastard had contrived to find some lubricant around here somewhere... from the soft hissing groan Jane made, that Tavish knew so intimately, it was clear he was at least two fingers deep.

“C’mon lad, they’re gettin’ ahead of us now, whatsay we show ‘em how it’s really done?” Tavish grins, patting BLU Soldier on the thigh to indicate they needed to rise. Moving around the bed, the RED winked at his BLU partner before patting the empty space. “Hop up here laddie, whatever position ye like best...”

In the periphery, BLU Demo was watching, along with Jane. Curious, but not willing to stop what they were doing at this time to intervene... still, it would be a tad hard to proceed without-... ah. BLU Soldier had pulled a small well-used tube from the internal pocket of his helmet; well, that’s definitely something he might need to mention to Jane for future notice.

BLU Soldier spread his thighs, pillowing his head on crossed arms as Tavish drizzled too-cool liquid into a palm; allowing bodyheat to warm the chill from it, before daring to use it. With a free hand, he traced little patterns down the length of the Soldier’s spine, enjoying the way this not-Jane seemed to enjoy it just as much as Tavish’s own partner. 

When it became obvious the other man’s attention was on the opposites, and not in fact paying all that much attention to the careful slicking of his entrance; it earned him a smack to one of those unfairly mucular cheeks, startling a yelp from the military mercenary. Tavish couldn’t help the grin that erupted, seems like both the Soldiers had more than just the physical similarities in common... for good measure, he spanked the opposite cheek with enough force to leave it glowing rosily in the dim light.

Tavish laved lubricant-slick fingers around the man’s hole, his free hand running over the muscular planes of BLU Soldier’s body, enjoying how different muscle groups shrank and danced under his touch. Finally, with a pointed glare from the BLU, Demo decided he had best move along or they might lose this particular challenge...

A finger tentatively breaching the Soldier, sliding in and out in a gentle rhythm amidst grumbles that ‘he was an army man, dammnit, a fist wouldn’t break him!’; waiting for that subtle tensing of muscles to ease. It may be a familiar routine, but Tavish wasn’t BLU Demo, and he had technically killed BLU Soldier a few dozen times in the last week alone... no surprise it took more than a few hot kisses to relax the enemy. Still, he added little twists, turns and brushes against the man’s prostate to provide some small reward for his patience in this.

By the time they had reached the third finger, a familiar sigh echoed across the room so pointedly that Tavish paused his ministrations. Jane was sinking, exquisitely, onto the BLU Demo’s cock with such a look of exhilaration and pleasure that Tavish’s cock throbbed headily from the scene. He could only assume the BLU Soldier felt the same, given how he clenched about the intruding fingers...

A shudder ran down the RED’s spine at this sensation, the hot sucking heat rushed straight to his member; leaving it bobbing heavy, aching, between his thighs. Somewhat cruelly, Tavish brushed the knuckles of his free hand down the length of BLU Soldier’s desperate, weeping cock; delighted at how it quivered and pulsed his lust at the merest hint that the need for release might be met.

“Are ye ready, boyo?” he breathes, bending over the other to whisper right into the helmeted man’s ear; heavy shaft grinding slickly between the muscular globes of BLU Soldier’s backside. “Feels like you are...”

“A-Affirmative, sir...” the man chokes, grinding back into the sensation with abandon; fingers fisting the bedclothes to stop himself begging.

Tavish couldn’t help but love a man like this, and pressed a soothing trail of kiss from nape to base of spine. Slicking his cock quickly, efficiently, and guiding it on a few glancing thrusts between those taut cheeks in a teasing manner; before lining the head of his saft with BLU Soldier’s entrance. 

Carefully, he pressed inward. They both exhaled loudly from the sensation of that hot, sucking hole clamping down around the head of Tavish’s cock; breathing heavily as the RED’s hands clamped tightly to the BLU’s muscular hips. Tavish inched deeper with small rocking motions that drew quiet hisses, curses and moans from the other; noting the small changes between this man and Jane.

BLU Soldier began to press back in encouragement, drawing deeper and faster; Tavish was only too pleased to comply. The pace grew wild, sending thrills of lightning up his spine as the sound of flesh slapping against sweaty flesh filled the room. Tavish pumped at the BLU’s cock, moaning at the way it made the Soldier’s insides clench at him desperately. 

His hands roamed further, running over the muscular back as Tavish murmured small compliments, instructions and unintelligible sounds of pleasure under his breath. Periodically his eyes fell on the lust-fuelled bodies moving together in oddly perfect accord across the bed, and it did nothng more than spur him on to delve deeper, go faster, find the angle that made his partner scream...

Every thrust forwards met the powerful grind of BLU Soldier’s hips, both shuddering from the inexplicable sensation; Tavish mindful even in this state, to aim for the man’s secret pleasure spot. Let the BLU know what it was like to go boneless, as Jane often did... or did for Tavish, on the odd occasion... after a good bout of lovemaking.

Movement caught his eye. BLU Demo had rolled them both over, so he was now atop Jane and pouding away at this more fortuitous angle; Jane’s fingers clenched the bedsheets tightly, mouth open in a soundless exhalation of wordless delight. 

There was a moment... just a fraction of a second really, when his eyes met the BLU Demo’s... and a single thought echoed between the pair. Their bodies slowing in their thrust as the men receiving glanced back in mild confusion, awaiting explanation.

“Shift along laddie, seems you and my Jane there could perhaps enjoy this a mite bit more if we all play our part...” Tavish said conspiratorially, and they moved a few centimetres to the right, while their opposites moved to the left; aligning the pair perfectly.

BLU Soldier, impaled upon Tavish’s throbbing cock, now found himself repositioned over Jane; head aligned with the RED’s desperate cock, and vice versa. Jane wasted no time in darting out his clever tongue to tease at the weeping slit, precum dribbling  onto his face like rain; and the BLU Soldier licked a tantalising stripe down Jane’s cock before sucking at the head.

The ripples of these new pleasure diversions echoed through all four men, and both Demos began to thrust again. BLU Demo flashed a grin, and Tavish could not help but return it; the cheeky bastard!

Pleasure lit up his spine like christmas lights, every movement seemed to push him closer to the edge; but he refused to climax until this BLU Soldier fell into his own release. His sack slapped lewdly against the muscular buttocks in a driving staccato pace that you could almost dance to; feeling the other tensing almost as tightly as his own balls were. 

“C’mon lad... that’s the way, come for me now. Come...” he encouraged as the the man’s thighs began to tremble, as BLU Soldier’s insides clenched erratically around Tavish’s shaft, and Jane swallowed deeply against the rush of come flooding his throat in frantic spurts.

BLU Soldier let out an unintelligible gurgle of release around Jane’s cock, before the other Soldier was climaxing too; filling the BLU’s mouth to capacity. The sights, the sounds, the sensation of trying to thrust through such erratic clutching at his shaft when he was so, so cery close...

Without thinking, Tavish jerked forwards and in one fluid motion, grabbed his opposite number by the nape, crashed their mouths together in a clumsy clash of teeth and tongue... and screamed his release into that waiting mouth. His body shuddered in convulsions of pleasure as his cock throbbed deeply within BLU Soldier, hips thrusting erratically as a golden haze seemed to descend.

When clarity next returned, Tavish dropped momentarily boneless against BLU Soldier’s shaking spine; breathing deeply before he had the strength to withdraw and help the other to sprawl on the bed beside him. Jane and the BLU Demo following suit. 

Tavish reached out to tangle his fingers with Jane’s. BLU Demo and Soldier mirrored them.

“That was a fine spot of lovemaking we did just then, boyo.”

“Aye.”

“Affirmative.”

“Negatory.”

There was a worried pause, as the other three assumed something had gone wrong... but their eyes fell upon the tired but still somehow oddly smug grin Jane gave. “The exercise was performed with exemplary tactical precision, but it is important that we run these covert missions with different members of the platoon regularly.”

Tavish squints at his lover. “Jane are you saying you want to do this again?”

“Affirmative.”

“...Aye, I could live with that.”

From the grins they received from BLU Demo and Soldier... it might just be on the cards.

“Just... no more kidnapping, aye?”

BLU Soldier grumbled, but BLU Demo gave him a poke. “Aye lad, we agree. Now can ye shut up, I think I just came my brains out, and I need a minute...”

“Ach, do you hear that, Jane? These BLUs have no stamina!” Tavish goads.

He is swiftly struck with a pillow.

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The End

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Just A Little Chaotic (Chapter 2)

CHAPTER 2 - Keep In Touch

Description: Alison, a singer-songwriter and an actress, finds herself in a middle of a chaotic set up with two of her cast mates. One’s a new face and one’s an old friend.

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC x Sebastian Stan

Just A Little Chaotic (All Chapters)

“Really? Sebastian?” He said and continued eating. His face was a mixture of shock and amusement. At the moment, I didn’t really know what to feel. Should I be upset that Seb didn’t talk about me with Chris? Or maybe he did say something? Should I be worried at Chris’ reaction?  I took a sip as I waited if Chris was going to say anything. “He didn’t tell me that – I’m actually surprised,” He started to laugh “It’s such a small world, am I right?”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled and continued to tell a short story about my friendship with Sebastian. “Well actually, it’s my brother and Seb who’s close since they both went to Rutgers. He was also our roommate for a few years.”

“Do you guys still talk?” Chris leaned back on his chair and his blue eyes stared into mine.

“Not really, since were both really busy.” I answered. I better change this topic. “You know what, enough about Sebastian… Tell me about more about you.” I leaned forward to him and rested my chin on my hand. Chris giggled in response and leaned forward too.

“What do you wanna know?” Chris smirked at me. God, he’s beautiful.

“So, in all of our castmates, who do you find most interesting?” I purred at him and giggled. I spotted his free hand on the table and I softly placed my hand above it.

“Well, other than RDJ,” he chuckled, and his voice was deep as he started his answer. “In all honesty, it was actually you.” Shivers went down to my spine and I can feel my cheeks turn red. “You baffled me the first day I saw you at the table read. You were sitting across me wearing that large blue sweater and it only made me think how good you would look when you’re wearing mine.” Somehow my breath escaped my body and I felt his warm hand interlock with mine. I wanted to devour him immediately on this table. Before I could even give him a flirty reply, my phone rang. I took it out from my bag and it was my brother.

“It’s my brother, I gotta take this.” I said and answered the call.

“Hey there, sis!” My brother slurred into the phone. I look at Chris as he signaled the waiter for the bill. “Are you already back in LA?”

“I’ll be back this weekend,” I was distracted by the noise on the other line. I assumed that he was in a party and rolled my eyes at the thought. “What do you want, Adam?”

“Nah, nothing… not – that’s good! Yeah, that’s good. We gotta get back rehearsing, you’re gonna be back on the road in a couple of weeks.” Somehow even when he is drunk, my brother still can talk about performing. It’s one of the reasons why he’s my musical director. “By the way, I’m with Sebastian right now, he’s in town until tomorrow.” I immediately can hear Sebastian’s loud drunk voice in the background.

“Okay, you guys have fun. Please don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be back in two days. We’ll start rehearsals once I get back. Love you, A.” I put my phone back in my bag and playfully swatted Chris’ hand. “Hey! That’s no fair! You didn’t let me fight you for the bill.”

“It’s okay, I asked for the date, I must pay.” He said as he stood up and offered his hand to me. I took his hand and we both walked out of the restaurant and went back straight to the car. We spent the night driving around the city and we just kept talking about life, dreams, and Disney. It was around 2am when Chris and I were headed back to hotel.

“You’re right, you’re right. Mulan is pretty badass.” Chris gave up after our banter about who was the best Disney princess.

“Hey! Mulan saved China plus Shang was really hot.” I answered, and he laughed in response. After a few minutes, we both realized that we were already in front of the hotel. Chris offered to walk me up to my suite. We were like high school kids giggling at everything. Once we reached my door we faced each other, looking deeply at each other’s eyes. I stepped in closer and placed my hand on his chest then Chris placed his hands around my waist.

“I had a lot of fun,” I purred at him and he smirked at him. His face inched closer and in less than a second our lips met and came crashing each other. Chris kissed me like he needed me, as if I was lost and came back to him. His soft lips find its way to my neck as he pinned me against the door.

“Chris,” I moaned and his grip around my waist moved down to my ass. Keep a hold of yourself, Ali. A bunch of thoughts came into my head all of a sudden. “Chris, wait.” He stopped and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry, it’s just – you know, I’ll be on tour and I’ll be busy. If we did do this…” I took a deep breath and placed my hands on his face. “Look, I’m not saying no. This night was completely amazing, and you are wonderful. I’m just saying let’s take it slow.”

“I understand,” Chris nodded his head and gently placed a soft kiss on my lips. “We’ll keep in touch while you’re on tour, then let’s see what will happen.” He offered.

“Well I still got two days here, you want to make the most out of it?” I smirked at him and opened the door to my suite. He followed me, and his eyes were hungry for me. I lead him to the bed and he placed himself on top of me. He kissed me deeply and passionately. His hands wandering around my body. I pulled off his coat and threw it somewhere away.

“Are you good?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m on birth control, don’t worry.” I answered. He zipped down my dress and slid it down my body. He stopped kissing me and took off his shirt then I unclasped my black lace bra.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, and his mouth went straight to my breasts. He planted soft kisses and sucked on my nipples. His fingers softly tugged on my panties and he proceeded to play with me. It was euphoric, and he kept me on the edge. His mouth pleasured my pussy and my moans filled the room. I didn’t care if the whole floor would hear me, he was too good. He made sure each stroke made my knees weak and made me gasping for air.

“Fuck me, please. Now.” I begged, and he complied quickly. He took off my shoes then his bottoms. He entered me slowly, stretching me with pleasure. He started with a slow pace and then he started to speed up little by little. “Faster.” I said breathily, and I gripped his arms as he picked up his pace. His mouth crashed into mine concealing my cries. It didn’t take long for me to explode under him. My body was in waves and I was lost in the moment. I was in heaven, and I felt like I was on a swing just swinging up. Chris buried his face on my neck as he pulled out and he came in me. He planted a kiss on my forehead and he plopped down beside me.

We continued on until the sun rose up and slept. I woke up without Chris on my bed. Fuck. Look what have you done now, Ali. I shook my head and sat up. I pulled my robe from the chair near the bed and wrapped myself with it. The silk was touching my skin gently and reminded me of Chris’ touch last night. I rummaged through my bag which was on the floor and got out my phone. 4 text messages and 2 missed calls and it was all from Sebastian.

               Wher aree you?

               We ned to hang ot soon

               Noticeee me

               I miss you,,.

“Hey there, you.” Chris’ voice shocked me, and I slid my phone in the pocket of my robe. “How are you? I took a shower, I didn’t want to wake you so…” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing nothing but a white cotton robe from the hotel bathroom.  

“I’m okay, I’m starving – kind of.” I chuckled and stood in front of him. “I’ll go shower and then we’ll eat?” Chris nodded his head and I went straight to the bathroom. I opened up my phone again and stared at Sebastian’s texts. He last texted me almost a month ago and we haven’t spoken since. What does he want?

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Chapter One - Three New Freaks

“Beau-”

“On it, mom!” the young teen ran off to get the door for his aunt.

The family of friends were in an empty cafe, the shop not having been opened for the day yet. It was early, as it was the only time the busy group could really get together anymore, but Nora and Ania were determined to have at least one hour with everyone.

It was normally casual, with Ania bringing some type of breakfast food and Cybele would make everyone their favorite drinks. It was peaceful and each person tended to enjoy the simple get togethers before their busy days.

“Quit smoking in my cafe,” Cybele glared at Castiel as he pulled a cigarette out of his mouth, “And get off the table. Sit like a normal person.”

Altair chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, “Oh, but don’t ya know sis? Gay’s can’t sit like normal people~!”

Cybele rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as she set the tray of coffee and other drinks down. She crossed her arms at the two men, “For one moment, can either of you be serious?”

Castiel chuckled as he flicked his cigarette out the window. "I don't think that's possible." He laid his chin in the palm of his hand. "No gays are ever normal, even in the slightest! Especially this gay!" He points to himself with pride.

Nevier shook her head as she poured vodka into her black coffee, “I’ll be dead by lunch…”

Beau came back with a smile as he took a seat by his mom, “Got Aunt Ania!” he said proudly towards Nevier.

“Good job, kid.” Nevier muttered, making Beau even happier.

Ania smiled softly as she sat down at the table Castiel was laying on. "I have pancakes!"

“Oh! Are they the ones filled with chocolates chips and made with-"

"Buttercream?" She chuckles, seeing her friend so excited. "Why yes, yes they are."

The blonde man practically dove for the container. "I call dibs on the biggest one!"

Beau pouted, “B-But I want that one!”

“Eh, just have more than one,” Nevier shrugged as she drank her loaded coffee.

“Right!” Beau smiled, “More than one! HA, beat that Cassie!!”

"... Fuck you, kid."

“Castiel!"

"What!? He knows curse words! He's a teenager!"

"He's a baby!"

“Don’t fucking curse around my kid,” Nevier glared, “Bitch.”

"But you just-" He stops. "... Fine. Whatever." He pouts, eating his pancake from hand.

“I brought syrup!!” Nora giggled as she came in late with the sweet topping.

"Thank you, darling!" Ania smiled, watching the woman come in.

"... I had sex with a man covered in syrup once."

"Could you keep your sex-life to yourself for one minute?" Ania pleads.

“Yeah, there are innocent souls here,” Altair teased, “But please~ That all you got?! That’s nothin- one time-”

“How am I related to you?” Cybele glared in judgement, “And how the hell do I know you? Oh wait, I don't.” she turned away from Cas and went to the back to clean a bit before she had to open the doors.

“... Because I'm fucking your brother like, twice a week?"

"And ok!" Ania laughs nervously, thankfully covering Beau’s ears the entire time. "Enough of that, thank you Cassie!"

Nevier leaned forward on the table, a small chuckle at her son’s disappointed face as he threw his pancake back on his plate.

“Even with Aunt Ania’s hands covering my ears, I know what they said. They never seem to talk about anything else….”

“Don't worry,” Nora sat down and got a pancake, “I heard some new people are coming to town soon, maybe they will have something more interesting to listen to?”

"Oh! Then I have to get to the bakery right away!" Ania stands, grabbing her bag. "I want to give them a warm welcome!" She gives Beau's head a soft kiss as well as Nevier’s. "I'll see you all later!"

"How come THEY get a kiss and not me!?" Castiel pouts. "I'm the better friend!"

Nevier had smiled at Ania, but nearly snapped her neck to glare at Castiel. Her eyes were dark, “You’re on thin fucking ice, pal.”

“M-Mom, you two are still doing this?” Beau tilted his head with a nervous chuckle.

“You bet your ass they are,” Altair chuckled, “They have been like this since our first year in college! It’s their own little bond… fighting over who is ‘best friend’ to Ania!”

"That's because I'VE known her longer! I took her to homecoming! AND prom!" He boasts. "I deserve best friend kisses!"

Nora shook her head with a chuckle before standing up, “I-I’m gonna head out-”

“And what?” Nevier shrugged, “I helped her through college while you completely disappeared, and what- you dressing up like a little girl is supposed to top that?” she smirked as she took another sip of her alcoholic coffee.

"I've literally told off ALL of her bullies, kindergarten through twelve grade! Do you know how many times she's had to come over to MY house because she was cornered on her way home from school!? And-"

“Oh god, Nevs,” Altair groaned, “Why must you two always do this!?”

“And were you the one that lived with her for nearly four years?~” Nevier muttered proudly as she took a drink.

He opens his mouth to retort back but just sighs and stand up. "Fuck this." He makes his way over to Altairs and kisses him heatedly, this was surprisingly normal for the two. "Don't think this isn't over." He growls out when he pulled away.

Beau looked away with a frustrated glare and Nevier slapped the two, which wasn't new either, “Stop being sluts in front of my kid!!”

"I can’t! It's impossible!" He argued, kissing Altair’s cheek before walking out. "See you during lunch, Babe~!" He purred out, as if nothing happened.

Altair smiled knowingly, about to respond before seeing his sisters’ glares. Cybele had come out when she heard Nevier shout. The man nervously kept his smile as he tried to ignore them and nods at Castiel.

“You’re not having a lunch break.” Nevier growls.

“W-What!?” Altair stood up quickly, “Y-You can’t do that-”

“And you’re going to fight me?” Nevier glared.

“N-No…”

-:< Inside Anias Bakery >:-

The tiny woman was already hard at work making cupcakes for the newcomers. They lived in a small town, the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. It was small, peaceful, nothing really exciting ever happened there. And they hardly got any new people, so word got around quickly.

The small bell that hung above Anias door rang, signaling that someone had opened the door. "Oh! Hello! You must the new comers!" She smiled softly, walking over with a tray of cupcakes.

“Hey-” a short woman with dark skin waved casually as her other hand was stuffed into her hoodie pocket.

“Salutations!!” a lanky tall person with dyed red hair smiled wide, their teeth unusually sharp.

The shorter woman glared at the pale person for interrupting her, “Excuse-”

"Bonjour Mademoiselle~!" A loud voice called out.

Ania simply blinked and suddenly a women's lips were on her hand, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Angelique~! It is a pleasure to be in the presence of such beauty~!" The woman, who announced herself as Angelique, continued to kiss Anias hand all the way to her arm.

“O-Oh my." Ania laughs nervously. "Hello?"

Rowen rolled her eyes at the woman, “I’m Rowen-” she looked towards the distracted tall person that was cooing at the nicely decorated cup cakes, “And this idiot is Bell.”

"It’s a pleasure to meet you three!" She takes her hand back, clearing her throat. "Cupcake? They're a family recipe!"

"Thank you, beautiful lady, I shall cherish these delicious confections, knowing that they were made by your delicate hands~!" She announces, holding one hand to her heart and the other holding a cupcake proudly.

“Can you not…” Rowen complained as she took a cupcake.

“OOOH!” Bell shouted, “Can I have this one?” it was a cupcake decorated as a little shark.

"Of course! Take as many as you'd like!"

"Thank you, mademoiselle~ Your kindness is like a breath of fresh air," She stops and sniffs the air. "... Or fresh Lavender."

Beau came in, “Hey- oh… Hey…” Beau looked at the newcomers, “Umm..?”

"Oh! This is my nephew, Beau. Beau, this is Angelique, Bell, and Rowen. They just moved in." She smiled

“Oh!” Bell gasped, “How cute~!”

Beau deadpanned with a small blush, “I’m 16, damnit.”

Rowen chuckled, “Sorry, did you need something from Ania?”

“Huh, oh yeah, mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us?” he asked with a smile as he leaned on the counter, “She wanted to ask before Cassie could.”

Ania laughed softly, knowing her two friends did this all the time. "Of course."

"You have a sister!? Is she as gorgeous as you~?" Angelique asked with a charming smile.

"Oh yes, very pretty." She nodded, she was never one to 'set up' Nevier with anyone, knowing they'd be terrified of her in a second, but she'd also rather Nevier be flirted with than herself. She always felt uncomfortable when it happened.

Beau chuckled, “Are you trying to get someone killed, Aunt?” he whispered nervously.

"No. I just really want her out of my bakery." She whispers back, nervously.

“Let’s go check out the apartment!” Bell slouched to talk to Rowen and Angelique with a smile.

“Don’t- just don’t-” Rowen glared at Bell, “I am not that short…”

The three women leave within a few seconds and Ania sighs a breath of relief.

Beau frowned as they left, feeling as if something wasn’t right. Newcomers were rare to have in the town, but for them to permanently move here was damn near non existent, but he chose not to dwell, “See you at 6?” he smiled at Ania.

"Of course!" She kisses his temple. "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

-:< Night Time >:-

Nevier, Ania, and Beau all sat around a small table, the three sharing jokes and talking about their day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but yet Beau could not shake an odd feeling.

“Hey mom,” Beau chuckled a bit after Ania told them about how Mrs. Anderson wouldn't accept a gluten free cake because it wasn't gluten free enough, “Had you met the new people?”

“No, anything notable?” Nevier took a sip of her beer as she leaned on the table.

"You have no idea." Ania laughs softly. "They are nice people, but very loud. Well, the two tallest ones were. Very eccentric, and dramatic. It will be nice to have such outgoing people in our town for once."

“I don't know…” Beau frowned as he played with a few peas left on his plate.

“Don’t be so worried, kid-” Nevier muttered as she stood and grabbed the plates, only for her phone to start ringing, “Shit…” she whispered as she looked at her full hands, “You mind-”

"Not at all!" Ania smiles softly, picking up the woman’s phone. "Hello!" She answered with her usual kind voice.

“Ania-” Altair’s voice sounded confused and worried, “Doesn't matter- have you seen the news?”

"No, why? Did something happen?" What could have happened in their town? Nothing ever happens. It's been the same as it's been for decades.

“J-Just turn the tv on…” Altair was uncharacteristically nervous and worried, “I can’t say it’s anything good…”

Ania, though sceptical, did as her friend said, turning on the small television Nevier had in her kitchen.

“What-?” Nevier looked confused as she dried her hands from cleaning the dishes.

The tv flickered on, the news woman’s forced smile seemed far more forced, “Good evening people of -Town Name-, I am afraid to inform you all of the unfortunate death of Mayor Juneberry. Murdered in her own bed.”

Beau’s eyes widened as his face paled, Nevier’s panicked curse falling on his deaf ears.

“Her cause of death is still unknown,” the newswoman shuffled her papers, “But from reports- it couldn't have been anything natural.”

Ania blinked in shock. "Why… oh my… that poor woman." She held her hand over her mouth. "Everyone loved the mayor, who could have done this?"

Nevier quickly shut the tv off, “Doesn’t matter. Whoever it is, the police will find them.” she glared, “Time to head to bed, bud.” she muttered as she gently pushed Beau towards his room.

Ania sighed. "Good night, darling," she smiled softly to the boy. "Get some sleep, I'm sure this will all be sorted out in the morning."

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EPISODE 20

****Trigger warning: slightly descriptive recount of past physical abuse through a dream sequence in this chapter.****

You woke in the morning with a jolt, another nightmare about your father. Nevada startled beside you, pulling you closer to him and letting his mouth press against your shoulder.

You calmed your breathing, wrapping him tighter around you. Dropping a kiss over your skin, his hand moved to dip beneath the covers, bringing your leg over his.

You let out a breath, kissing him. “When I was a little girl, my favorite subject was math,” you said softly against his skin. “Numbers don't lie to you, they don't deceive you or judge you. They're consistent, factual, I loved that. Even when I was an adult, numbers were a comfort. I taught a lot of math after all.” You didn't think you were making sense but you wanted to tell him something. To let him in on another piece of you that he wasn't privy to.

“My favorite was history,” he mumbled against your neck as his fingers danced over the skin of your abdomen. Pressing another kiss to your pulse point, he reached up slightly to pinch your nipple.

You closed your eyes and moaned a bit. “Wh-why?” You asked curiously as you kissed him and ran your fingers down to his groin.

“Cause it’s all shit that really happened. It’s how we got where we are now…” he answered, nibbling on your ear. “Plus my teacher in eighth grade was really hot,” he teased, smirking softly. “Miss Parzo,” he purred playfully.

You snickered and kissed his bottom lip. “I hate the salsa that Melissa makes for family dinners,” you admit with a soft grin. “It's too spicy and it makes me nauseous.”

“Tell her, everybody else has,” he answered, smirking as his hand drifted lower until his index finger was tracing beneath your waistband. “I’m meeting with Calhoun today,” he added in a mumble.

You nodded, “Does she think she can get you out of this?” You hadn't been angry when he'd gotten arrested, just worried.

“I think so...she said the agent chick questioning me after I asked for a lawyer might make it a bad arrest. They’d basically have to catch us again...and that ain’t happening,” he answered softly.

You nod, stroking your fingers through his hair, pressing your nose to his as you smiled at him.

“I don't know what I'd do if you went to prison,” you said softly.

“You’d wait for me, right? I mean...technically there’s a prison clause pero...you’d wait, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

“I'd wait my whole life if I had to,” you whispered. He smiled, kissing your lips and rolling so that he was on top of you.

“I’m not in prison right now,” he murmured against your neck, pushing your panties down as he smirked.

“No, you're definitely not,” you smiled, kissing him and then looking down at your breasts. “But if I don't pump soon, this is gonna get painful,” you giggled and reached a hand to stroke him.

He grinned mischievously, looking down at your full breasts and sliding down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. He would never admit it, but there was something strangely erotic he found about sucking your milk out. It was sweet, like coconut water, and if it wasn’t a requirement to nourish his children, he would keep it all for himself.

You bit your lips, eyes slipping closed as you moaned. “Oh...that feels nice,” you whispered.

He hummed a response, hand moving over to the other breasts as you began to have a let down. His palm was slick with your breast milk within seconds and he let the opposite nipple gently pop free from between his lips, moving to suck milk from the other. Meanwhile his dry hand allowed a single digit to lightly brush over your seam, gathering wetness and honing it on your clit.

You arched your back, “Oh god Nevada,” you moaned as your phone rang. A different ringtone than usual. You frowned and looked over at it.

“Hello?” You answered for a moment as you kissed down Nevada's neck.

“My granddaughter is getting so big now, and the twins are beautiful. They look like you, mija.” There was a low chuckle and the call ended.

Nevada moaned softly, too focused on his task to have even noticed your phone ringing as he swallowed more of your milk before he started leaving wet kisses down the center of your torso.

You tugged him off, eyes wide with panic as you dialed Gladys.

“I-it was him,” you whispered and waited for your mother in law to answer. “Mami! The kids, are they okay?”

“Si, mijita, que pasa? They're great. I just put the twins down for a nap.”

You felt tears running down your cheeks.

“Como que ‘it was him’? How the fuck did he get your number?” Nevada mumbled, reaching for his own phone and dialing Chibby.

“Mira, I told Lily we would go to the aquarium later. How about I give you both a little more time alone. I can drop them off after I feed them lunch,” Gladys said softly, figuring maybe you just needed a little more time to rest.

“Please, thank you Gladys.” You ended the call. “That was Matias,” you whispered to Nevada.

“I got Chibby hacking into your phone records to see if he can trace the call,” he answered after he’d hung up. “You okay?”

You nodded and hugged him tight. “He was talking about Lily, and the twins,” you sobbed.

“He won’t get anywhere near them, Gladys already knows not let him get close to them, okay?” he answered, stroking your hair. “Todo esta bien, Dama. They’re safe, and so are you.”

You hugged him tight, kissing his jaw and nodding. “How did he even get this number?”

“I’m gonna find out,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

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“Where is he?!” “Matias, por favor! It was an accident!” There was a loud smack, and his mother yelped. “You need to stop babying him! He’s gonna grow up to be a pussy as it is!!” Rafael trembled in his closet, tears streaming down his cheeks as he listened to his father searched the entire apartment, turning over furniture, breaking glass and anything else that got in his way. “You tell him all the time that he needs to be more careful, obviously the little shit has a hearing problem--” “He wanted to drink out of your glass because he said he wanted to be like his papi--” “Are you arguing with me?!” He could hear the promise of pain and torture in his father’s voice. “You wanna keep talking back to me? Do I need to remind you what happens when you talk back to me?!?!” “No! MATIAS, NO!” Rafael hiccupped inside a sob, and suddenly there was silence, followed by footsteps...then his closet door opened and he could see his father’s silhouette towering over him. “There you are, you little shit,” his father growled.

Sitting up suddenly in bed, Rafael panted loudly, putting a hand over his heart to keep it from pounding out of his chest.

Roxie woke beside him, immediately sitting up.

“Rafi?” She whispered as she looked him over. “What's wrong love?” She hesitantly reached out to touch him, gingerly stroking his hair.

He flinched under Roxie’s touch before realizing that it was her and letting out a breath of relief. A nightmare. It was only a nightmare.

“I’m okay...it was just a bad dream,” he whispered. His body was covered in sweat, heart still hammering in his chest as he looked at the clock on the nightstand. “I gotta be up in ten minutes anyway,” he mumbled, pushing the covers off of him and slowly moving to get out of bed.

“Hey, hold on a second,” she whispered and kissed his skin. “Do you want to talk about it? What can I do?”

“It’s okay, you’re already going through enough without having to hear about my less than perfect childhood,” he replied, offering her a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Hey, none of that,” she whispered. “I'm fine and the important part of our relationship is that we trust each other.” She kissed his skin. “Talk to me.”

Looking back at her, he ran a hand over his face as he remembered the day as though it had just happened. Though he supposed in a way, it had just happened, even if only in a dream.

“I was four...and I accidently broke my father’s favorite beer glass,” he said after a moment. “He isn’t a good man, and...he got really...really angry. I was hiding in my closet. He was yelling at my mother. Hitting her. Breaking things all over the house, looking for me.” He paused for a moment as a slight chill ran down his spine. “He found me.”

She nodded and pulled him close, stroking his hair. “It's alright,” she whispered. “You're safe now, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you,” she kissed him. “I love you, and you're safe.”

“I know,” he mumbled, smiling softly at her. Dropping a kiss on her lips, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom for a shower.

When he looked down at his hands, they were clenched into fists, and he took deep breaths through his nose, letting them out through his mouth as Roxie came up behind him. Her hands stroked over his back lovingly, wrapping around him and hugging him back against her.

He felt himself relax in her embrace immediately and placed his hand over one of hers.

“How are you doing this morning?” he asked.

“Much better,” she smiled. “Am I still pretty with my black eye?” she teased softly and kissed between his shoulder blades.

Turning in her arms, he smiled down at her and nodded his head.

“Of course you are. A little bruise can’t hide how gorgeous you are,” he answered, kissing her gently. “Let’s just not make a habit of you having them though,” he added. “Deal?”

She nodded in agreement and kissed him once more before turning on the shower.

“Time to get ready for work love,” she cooed and began to strip him with a smile.

He nodded his head, following her into the shower where they took turns washing each other before getting out and dressing. They each headed to work, her to the bakery, him to One Hogan Place.

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Gladys dropped off the kids right after Nevada left.

“Gracias mami,” you hugged her tight and smiled before going back to the kids once she left.

“Mami, Mami, can Lily go play upstairs?”

“Si mi amor,” you kissed her hair, setting both babies in their jumpers before moving to clean. You grabbed Nevada's jacket, sniffing it and deciding it needed to be washed. “Tu papi is stinky,” you crinkled your nose  and spoke to the babies with a giggle. As you emptied the pockets, your hands felt paper, pulling it out and seeing your name scrawled on an envelope in unfamiliar handwriting.

Setting it aside for the time, you took the jacket and the rest of the clothes needing to be dry cleaned over to the couch so as not to forget them. You put a load into the washer, and went back to the letter, furrowing your brows as you sat at the kitchen table and looked at the handwriting again. Opening it up, you began to read it.

Y/N, or should I call you Dama? What kind of name is that anyway? I wanted you to know that I’m in New York, taking care of a few things and checking up on my family.--

There was a knock at the door, and you set the letter down to go to the door, looking through the peephole and furrowing your brows when you saw Chelsea standing there.

“Chelsea?” you greeted with a curious expression. “Nevada’s not here,” you mumbled softly.

“Actually, I came to see you,” Chelsea replied with a smile and held up a bag of oreos. “I brought oreos. Nevada mentioned a couple times it was your favorite.”

You offered her a tiny smile, folding the note and nodding for her to sit. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, thanks!” she answered, moving to sit on the couch when she saw the twins. “Oh my gosh, you two have gotten so big!!” she squealed, waving at them before she sat on the couch.

“Big,” Fiona repeated, sucking her thumb and humming. “Big.”

You grinned, “Would you like to hold one of them?”

“Of course I would,” she answered, smiling widely. “You look amazing, by the way. I am so jealous, it took me two years to get the baby weight off after I had Ella,” she added as you handed her Fiona.

You chuckled, “I'm a little shocked I lost it all so fast,” you admit as you watch her with Fiona. “You should bring Ella over next time and we can have a play date,” you said softly.

“That’d be great, she’d love that! I would’ve brought her today, but my mom hadn’t seen her in a while, so they’re spending the day together. God help me, I’ll probably get her with a sugar rush,” Chelsea answered, chuckling. “Summer break, yay,” she added half heartedly.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah we just took my eldest off to college.” You smiled and rocked NJ who snuggled against you. “I'd let you hold him, but he gets fussy when I don't give him enough attention,” you giggled.

“Totally understand, Ella was like that too when she was that age,” she replied, rocking Fiona gently. “I hope it’s okay that I just stopped by... I don’t really have very many friends,” she added, smiling sadly.

“Of course it is,” you smiled. “It's nice to have another mother around. We should do this more often.”

“That’d be great, I would really like that, actually,” she answered, beaming at you. “Most of the moms in this neighborhood think I’m trying to take their husbands, and most of the men are just...trying to get into my pants,” she added carefully as a nervous chuckle escaped her. “Actually, Nevada is the only man I’ve met in this neighborhood who didn’t hit on me.” She shrugged. “Guess that’s why I liked having him around, ya know? Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble, I just...you seemed really nice, and your husband talked about you all the time, and...you sounded like a fun person to be around.”

You smiled warmly at her, “Thank you, Nevada's incredibly fond of you. And he isn't fond of many,” you say softly.

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty great too,” she replied, pushing her glasses up a little, trying to hide the tears in her eyes and looking down at Fiona. “And you, little miss, are so cute. Your dad is gonna have a time getting the boys away from you and your sister.”

Fiona stared up at her. “No,” she said flatly.

You chuckled, “Sorry, she's a sociopath when she wants to be,” you giggled.

Chelsea laughed too, lightly pinching Fiona’s cheek. The two of you chatted for a while longer, mostly about mom stuff, a little comment here and there about the weather. She asked how you were doing after dropping Eddie off at college, and you told her all about the mixture of pride and sadness that came with watching one of your baby birds fly out of the nest, and into the real world. Pretty soon two hours had flown by and she smiled, handing you Fiona so you could put the twins down for a nap.

“I should probably get going, my mom will be by with Ella in a little while,” she said softly. “Thanks for hanging out with me, I really had a great time.”

“Me too, do you wanna come get your nails done with me this week? A mommy spa day?”

Her face lit up at the invitation, and she nodded.

“Yeah! That would be awesome, I’d like that a lot,” she answered, nudging her glasses up again and giggling. “Thanks. Here, take my number,” she said, taking out a pen from her purse and a scrap sheet of paper, jotting her number down.

You smiled and gave her a hug. “Then I'll text you to see what your schedule looks like.” You paused for a moment. “I don't have many friends either,” you admit.

“Then you probably already know that I am free almost all of the time,” she answered, chuckling softly. “Seriously,” she added, her laughter falling. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

With one last wave at the twins, she smiled again at you and left.

You went back to the letter you'd crumpled the moment she left.

-checking up on my family. I'll see you real soon sweet pea. Give my grandkids kisses for me. Yours truly, Daddy

Your stomach clenched as you ran to the bathroom to throw up, the second you heard the door open.

“Dama! I saw Chelsea in the hallway, I’m glad you guys are…” He stopped short when he saw you retching into the toilet. “Oye, I thought the doctor said those shots were 99% effective?” he mused, moving to rub a hand over your back.

You pushed his hand off of you and pushed the note at him, throwing up again as you caught your breath.

“Why did you have this?” you whispered as you moved to rinse your mouth. “Have you seen him? Do you know where he is? Why is he contacting me through you?” You looked panicked, not in your right mind. You rationally knew Nevada wasn't to blame, but your emotions were clouding your rationality.

“Dama, I told you we were going after him. He left before we got there. This was left on the dresser in his hotel room,” he answered. “I wasn’t gonna give it to you.”

“I have a right to know if this man is coming after me!” You shouted but choked off your words when you heard NJ start to cry. “This should have been given to me,” you mumbled as you moved past him to grab the babies and hold them close.

“Mami, he’s not coming anywhere near you, I told you that,” he replied, following you into the nursery. He sighed when he saw how you were clutching the twins to your chest. “Mi amor, why would I give this to you when I know it’s only gonna make you get anxious?” he asked softly.

You didn't answer, but nodded, letting him know you were trying to listen. You fought the urge to shut him out as you held the babies closer.

“Lo siento, I should’ve at least told you...pero cuando yo digo algo de tu papa...you shut down,” he said softly, carefully moving to kneel beside the rocking chair you were sitting in.

You nod again, still listening. You had to break out of this. You can't keep shutting down. Matias Barba will not win.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, me entiendes?” he said, reaching out to gently lay his hand on yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, “I understand.” You gave his hand a squeeze and calmed.

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Dean Winchester’s Lyrics, Part 2

Warnings: Adult language, violence, mentions of death

Summary: Y/N takes charge of the situation and helps Dean as much as she can. But will it be enough?

Tagging: @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @anokhi07, @letsgetyourdeanon, @sis-tafics, @jensen-gal, @theoneandonlysaucymo, @27bmm, @callmesatansprincess

a/n- This is the second part of my addition to @creatively-charlie‘s Anniversary Writing Challenge. I hope this is entertaining and please let me know what ya think!

Part 1

In a very uncoordinated fashion, you slowly guided Dean to sit into the closest chair. Which was no easy task considering Dean had been hunting most of his life. The man was a 38 year old wall of solid muscle, skin and bone. He was hot to the touch despite the chill of the rain on his skin. “Do you remember the words to the hex, Dean? Maybe we can look it up?” His head lolled back like he lacked the strength to hold it up any more, making his voice croak. “I ‘member s'me.”

Pretty soon Dean would be completely useless, but you couldn’t deal with it here. Casey wouldn’t understand and your life here would be blown. “Hey Case!” You yelled, stepping a few feet away from Dean so your voice carried into the kitchen. You startled a little when Dean’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he tried to stand up. “Dean, stay put.” You pointed at him sternly before walking a few feet closer to the kitchen door. “Casey!” Dean struggled to stand, and when he finally succeeded he nearly brained himself on the counter. When you caught him against you just in time you could hear him muttering but you couldn’t make out the words. “Dean, seriously. What the hell?” You muttered back at him, half worried and half scared out of your mind. You were out of practice for this shit. You weren’t used to living by the seat of your pants in life or death situations anymore! You’d guided him the short distance back to the chair to sit down before you tilted his face up with a few fingers beneath his chin. “D'ne leave me. D'n go.” You’d seen Sam’s puppy eyes, but right now Dean was giving him a run for his money. “Pl’s?” The look was familiar, and you knew why. It was the look Dean always got when he was at the end of his rope, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. He never shed this many walls without a huge disaster and nearly lethal amounts of social lubricant. You studied him a moment longer, trying to wrap your head around this. If Dean hadn’t been hexed he probably would have died trying to get his brother back rather than coming to find you. Whatever hex this witch had used was turning out to be rather catastrophic. “Yeah, okay, Dean. I won’t leave you.” He took your hand and kissed the top of it, leaving it there and leaning into it. “Umm, I guess you need to get his drunk ass home, huh?” Casey’s voice startled you out of the puddle you’d become but you tamped it down. If you showed any weakness Casey would be all over this and you’d have to tell him everything. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” You turned your attention to Casey, hoping that you were looking as sincere as you felt. “I can manage the trash when I get here in the morning.” You offered, but Casey just shook his head. “No worries. Lord knows you’ve bailed me out more than once. Just get him outta here. He’s messing up the floor.” And with a dismissive wave, Casey disappeared behind the door again. That left you to wrangle an increasingly uncooperative Dean into your compact car. He’d only mustered up enough energy to grumble a few times as his knees still dug into the dash board even though the seat was back as far as it could go. “You try living on coffee house tips, see what kind of car you can afford.” You grumbled back before throwing your car into reverse and then maneuvering out of the parking lot. Somewhere along the way, Dean had slipped his hand over yours. ———-—— If you had thought getting Dean into the car had been rough, getting him out and up the stairs to your second story apartment was a whole new level. But, now he was sitting on your covered toilet seat while you pulled out your first aid kit, dripping muddy water every where. It surprised you to see that you’d actually still kept it well stocked. What a little obsessive compulsive former hunter you were. “Okay, we’re gonna kill two birds with one stone.” You were more or less talking to yourself now. Dean would only acknowledge your existence if you made direct eye contact or tried to leave the room. You were not looking forward to a time that you needed to use the bathroom. You got an absurd picture of when you’d had a cat and it had pawed and meowed at the bathroom door until you’d reappeared. Surely Dean wouldn’t be that neurotic? You’d grabbed paper and a pen, resting them on the bathroom counter within reach. Dean had given you an open eyed, innocent look full of worry. “We’re not actually killing birds.” You amended and he seemed satisfied with that. Oh God it was going to be a long night. You’d cleaned him up the best you could, stuffing him into your ex’s t shirt and sweat pants since his clothes had been shredded. You’d been able to write down a few of the words that Dean recalled in the hex while you’d cleaned him up, but there weren’t very many words to go by. His injuries were gone by the time you’d wrangled his shirt from him. Only morbid splashes of blood here and there remained. Oh the things you would give just to be able to call up Bobby to brainstorm with. Or even Sam to help you think this thru. Maybe there was a chance that he might have gotten away? You made a mental note to check Dean’s pockets for his phone. Dean had obediently taken the thermometer into his mouth, shocking the hell out of you. The last time you’d battled Dean to check his temperature the thermometer had been broken, sending the toxic mercury all over the counter. You huffed out a sigh, trying to expel some of the worry getting trapped in your chest. You were feeling wound tight with stress. After you helped Dean figure this thing out and got Sam back, you still had work tomorrow. You still had a 5,000 word essay due in two days that you’d planned on starting tonight. Obviously hunting didn’t mix with going to college. The thermometer beeped and as you took it from him to read he sagged against the wall. His expression was absolutely pitiful. His eyes glassy as they looked up to you like he was begging you to fix it. You ran your fingers through his hair and he practically purred, pushing up a little into your hand. “101.5… Not terrible, but enough to make you miserable.” Dean nodded his head in agreement, the pout on his lips making him look all of five instead of a hardened hunter. He’d dutifully taken the Tylenol you’d offered him and took charge of the ice pack when you handed it to him. After a little persuasion you managed to coax him into bed. You tucked him in beneath the duvet, and sat up next to him while you searched the for the right spell with your laptop. An hour in and you were getting desperate and talking to yourself. “I can’t find anything… this could take weeks and what if-” Dean’s sleep roughened voice cut you off, still slurring a little… But maybe it was getting a little better? “S'not really gonna kill me.” You swallowed, letting a chill of fear run its course before asking your question. “What do you mean it’s not 'really’ going to kill you?” But he never answered. You assumed that he’d gratefully fallen asleep and that’s when you finally got up to clean up the mess he’d made in your bathroom and search for clues in his still soaking clothes. There was no phone and no clues. At a loss, you picked up your own phone and dialed a familiar number. They’d probably trashed their phones a million times over in the past couple of years you’d been away. You knew it was a long shot, but with only a few words from a spell and no real references to research into, you were a lot desperate. There was no telling what an angry witch would have hit him with. “Hello?” Even tense and suspicious, Sam’s voice was a balm. “Oh thank fucking Christ, Sam!” You took a much needed breath, “Its Y/N, I have Dean.” You heard him let out a breath of relief, and probably a few muffled curses too. “Okay, I’m headed towards you.” He confirmed and you heard the familiar growl of the Impala. It hadn’t occurred to you to ask Dean where his car was. He must have walked from where he’d been hexed. “How is he?” “Sleeping. He showed up at the coffee house soaking wet and covered in cuts. He’s acting like he’s drunk and he won’t let me out of his sight!” As you spoke to Sam you peeped in the doorway to make sure Dean was still asleep. “Makes sense. He’s been hit with a pretty nasty curse, but I don’t think it’s gonna kill him. The coven we came to investigate turned out to be white witches. They just want him to suffer like they did over their friend. They were bating hunters in the area and hexing them.” “Well that’s good to know. Wait, how the hell are you gonna find me without the address?” “Uh, gps on your phone? You didn’t think Dean was going to let you go quietly, did you? There’s also the LoJack on your car that I’m probably not supposed to mention…” You plopped down on the closest surface that just happened to be your kitchen counter.  "What?“ Last time you’d been around Dean hadn’t exactly been a happy moment. So, the fact that he might still give two shits about you was a shock. Then, you heard a loud thud and an inhuman scream. "Shit. Dean’s awake!” “Okay, don’t panic.” “Don’t panic? Are you kidding me? His chest is in shreds! He’s gonna… Dean? Dean?!” “Y/N it’s okay! It’s just the spell.” “I don’t care if it’s just a fucking spell! It’s…” “…” “…” “…” “Did it stop?” “…” “Y/N, did it stop?!” “Yeah, there’s just blood now. He’s… The cuts are mostly gone already… How..?” “Good. Good. I think the spell is just making him relive his death. All of his deaths.” When Sam magically found his way to your apartment door, you were a wreck. You’d given Dean a cursory clean up, glad that it was just the shirt that was ruined, still baffled that his skin wasn’t in shreds like it had been twenty minutes earlier. You’d contemplated putting plastic down on your bed, but there was no point. The sheets and duvet were ruined anyway. So, you helped a mostly unconscious Dean into the clean side of the bed and hoped for the best. Now, in front of Sam for the first time in a couple of years, you must have looked like you’d just come back from taking out a nest of vamps on a Friday night. You were spattered with blood, your hair was a mess and your eyes must have been glowing with the amount of adrenaline you had pumping through your veins. You let him scoop you in for a quick hug, his strong arms holding you up for a brief moment, before pulling away. He looked like he could use some sleep, but beneath the dark circles that pooled underneath his eyes, he looked the same. He followed you back into your bedroom, but didn’t make an effort to wake Dean. You supposed death could take a toll on a person. Even if it wasn’t real. So, you let him sleep. “How many times did Dean die while I was gone?” You asked, leaning against the door way, not taking your eyes off of Dean’s slumbering face. You didn’t want him to go through this alone and you thought maybe this is what he’d meant at the coffee shop. He’d said not to leave. He’d said please. Then the second you leave something horrible happens. “Uh, just once actually. Stabbed in the chest after having his ass handed to him by a scribe of God. That was the last. You missed out on demon Dean. He was a lot of fun.” Sam leaned against the wall just inside the room, speaking quietly. “But if that was the hellhounds then next will be the bullet to the chest.” He ran his long fingers through his tangled hair. He must have been searching for Dean when you called, driving himself crazy. It was now around 1 am and you were already starting to feel the effects of tonight. Not to mention you’d had a full day of classes and work under your belt. However, the evening seemed like it was just beginning. “He must’ve died a hundred times before he found you. Freakin asshole Trickster.” “He looked terrible. Like he’d run into Edward Scissorhands on the way over.” The image must have been amusing because a small smile made its way momentarily onto Sam’s lips. It always made you glow a little with pride when you made a Winchester smile. “The spell has to run its course? There’s nothing we can do?” “Yeah, I called Rowena, repeated the incantation to her. She said it was a nasty spell but 'not particularly life threatening.’ So, we’ll just do our best to keep him hydrated and comfortable.” He watched his brother fondly for a moment, seeming to catalog every breath and twitch Dean made. “Ya know, I’m not looking forward to doing this a second time. I mean, once was really enough.” You nodded in agreement, even though you had no idea who Rowena was. Now certainly wasn’t the time to catch up. “I bet.” “I hate to do this to you, I remember what it was like to be in school, but I gotta get back to the station to wipe their files. That was the deal. They’ll stop hurting people and I’ll get rid of the evidence. Do you mind..?” “Do I mind watching your brother die a couple of times until you get back?” You asked with all the seriousness in the world before you couldn’t keep up the charade. “Of course, Sam, I got this.”

[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 3

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues...

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Warnings: Fluff. Implied Smut. Baby. 

Beta: @loveitsallineed, thank you sweetheart <3

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Tittle: Needing You.

A/N: Really hope you guys like this one! I would love if y’all send me songs suggestions for the Lip Sync Battle chapter. Please leave some feedback? xx

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THANKS FOR READING, ENJOY ♥

Texting Jensen while he was on a break was something you and him have been doing a lot since you’re still on maternity days off. But today, it felt like he missed a mile extra because he surprised you with a face-time call. You smiled holding JJ as she slept peacefully on your arms, with one free hand you picked up the phone. Instantly, Jensen’s face showed up on the screen making you smile wide towards it. His pupils widened when he saw you. 

“Hey, hon!” Jensen spoke with excitement.

“Hey, babe,” you smiled, “aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“They doing the scenes for the cases and stuff,” Jensen said. “I’m with Mish.”

He turned the phone to show Misha sitting on one of Jensen’s seat at his trailer. Knowing them they were killing time watching sports or hanging out. 

You smiled, “Hey, Mish!” 

“I miss you, Y/N,” Misha replied, “these two are driving me crazy.”

“Ah, I bet it’s nothing,” you laughed. 

Misha shook his head, “They’re horrible. How are you marrying this dude?” 

“I have low standards,” you joked. 

“I heard that!” Jensen turned the phone towards him. 

You laughed, “Where’s Jar-”

“Hey, Y/N!!!” Jared’s face popped into sight, “Miss you!”

He blew kisses to the screen then resumed walking out of Jensen’s trailer. You heard Jared’s voice on the background saying, ‘We have to rehearse some stunts.’ and Jensen replying with, ‘I’ll meet you there’. 

You chuckled, “I was gonna ask where’s Jared but what’s the point.”

“Everyone on set misses you,” Jensen scratched the back of his head as he began to walk. You saw Misha following a couple steps back while still on his phone. Jensen strolled into the set, going through the Men of Letter’s library all the way into the dungeon set. He suddenly stopped and turned, taking a seat on his chair next to Bob that directing today’s episode.

“So,” he leaned back on his chair, “what you’ve been up to?”

“Well, nothing much,” you shrugged, “just breastfeeding, changing diapers, getting calls from my agent saying that Lip Sync Battle wants us on their show.”

“Lip Sync Battle?” Jensen cocked an eyebrow, surprised, “That’s fucking awesome.”

“I know!” You said, excited, “I told Erika I would talk to you about it and then I would call her with an answer. What do you think? You think you can beat me?”

Jensen chuckled, “Hell yeah.” Looking away from the screen from a moment, he gave one of the crew members a nod before looking down at you, “It would be fun.”

“I’m in if you’re in,” you told him.

“Then we’re in, you’re so going down.” Jensen told you with a competitive smirk.

“I’m coming home with that champion belt,” you winked at him.

Suddenly, Bobby peaked at Jensen’s phone, a wide smile grew on his face the second he saw you.

“I miss my favorite,” Bob said.

Jensen pinched his eyebrows, faking being shocked by Bob’s words.

“I thought I was your favorite,” he complained.

“You’re not,” Bob told him before leaving.

Instantly, you began to laugh, pleased by Bob’s straightforward words. He wasn’t lying, you were indeed his favorite actress of the show and just one of his favorite people in general. JJ’s small body began to move and her forehead wrinkled. Soon after that a big loud cry came out of her.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, mommy’s here,” you spoke softly, moving her gently.

“God, I love you,” Jensen spoke through the phone, his eyes taking in this motherly moment.

You glanced at him and threw him a wink, “I have to change her diaper,see you when you get here. Bring food, I ain’t cooking tonight. Chinese.”

“Done,” Jensen stood up when one of the staff members called his name, “see you later.”

After he hung up, you wrote a short text to Erika saying that you and Jensen would do the Lip Sync Battle episode. She instantly replied with excitement and said she would get right on it. You put the phone on top of the coffee table and went to change JJ’s diaper. You took the opportunity and gave JJ a nice bath, followed by a nice meal and then put her back to sleep again. She’s such a good baby, she mostly slept and ate. While she slept you took a long shower and washed your hair.  

“Honey, I’m home!” Jensen shouted, strolling in.

Jensen’s arrival made you happy for him and the food he was carrying. You quickly put a robe on and walked outside of the bathroom, to the living area. He placed the Chinese take out before opening his arms and embracing you in them.

“Someone missed me,” he spoke softly, staring into your eyes.

You kissed his lips, “Or maybe I’m just hungry?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes, a slight smirk growing on his lips.

“Okay,” you sighed and rolled your eyes, “I missed you.”

You and Jensen were kissing each other tenderly when JJ began to cry. You sighed staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning back to take care of your daughter.

“I got this,” Jensen kissed your head, walking by you and into JJ’s nursery.

Having a newborn was amazing and exhausting at the same time. Moments like this were the ones you were grateful for Jensen. He always helped you with the baby in everything he could, being a caring and loving father. There wasn’t a doubt, but after JJ’s birth you were more than sure that choosing Jensen as a life partner was a good choice.

You grabbed JJ a bottle from the fridge and warmed it for her. When Jensen came back with his daughter in his arms it was ready. You gave the bottle to him and softly caressed JJ’s tiny feet that were covered in soft pink socks. Jensen sat with JJ on the couch while he feed her and you began to take the Chinese food out of the bags. It didn’t took much time to JJ finish her bottle and fall asleep once again.

Sitting by the couch with a box of Lo-Mein on hand, you watched Jensen reach your side. He grabbed the beer you’d prepared for him on the coffee table and took a swig. Jensen hissed softly, grabbing his food and leaning back on the couch.

“Rough day?” you asked browsing through the food.

Jensen glanced at you, his eyes were low and tired.

“Mhm,” he sighed, “had bunch of stunts.”

“Good thing you’ve been hitting the gym,” your tone softened and the corners of your lips curved.

He smirked, flexing his arm and showing up his growing biceps. You licked the bottom of your lips watching him show off his body. Six years together and your man kept getting stronger and hotter.

“You’re so hot,” you kissed his plump lips, whispering, “and you taste so good.”

“I taste like an egg roll,” Jensen whispered back as he continued kissing you.

You murmured while kissing him, “Mhm.”

Jensen let out a chuckle, “You’re something else.”

“You know…” you broke the kiss. Your voice toned down into a more soft and flirty tone as you put the box of food on top of the coffee table, “The baby is asleep on her room…”

Jensen watched you in silence as you grabbed his food from his hands and put it on the table. He understood your body language better than anyone in this world. Jensen knew what the tone of your voice and the way you bit your lips meant. Jensen’s gaze were stuck to your body like glue as you seductively hopped on top of him.

Your mouth reached his ear and you purred, “We should take advantage of that.”

Jensen’s body tensed up and he groaned under his breath when you gently bit his ear. His hands caressed your back on their way down to your ass. It’s been a couple of days since you and Jensen had any sexual action and you’ve been craving him like crazy. You let your head drop as he left smooches on your neck and collarbone. Sighing softly, a moan escaped your lips, the sound turning Jensen on even more.

Turning to face him, your eyes met with Jensen’s that were full of lust, it’s been a while and he needed you as much as you needed him. Jensen leaned in kissing your lips with passion, his hands going under your dress seeking your underwear. Jensen paused, his eyes going down for a moment as he touched your skin under the dress. He looked back with wide eyebrows and a flirty smile, neither of you spoke a word, you winked and went back to kissing him.

You already unbuttoned his pants and took off his shirt when JJ began to cry in the other room. Both foreheads touched, you and Jensen sighed with frustration.

“I’ll go,” Jensen said.

“No,” you placed both hands over his chest, “I’ll go.”

With that being said, you hopped off Jensen’s lap and went to take care of your baby. She wasn’t a “crying her lungs out” baby, JJ always cried once or twice; you began to think it meant, ‘I’m starving, come feed me and love me’. After JJ was full, clean and back asleep you went to the living room but Jensen wasn’t there.

You frowned and turned back, reaching the bedroom and finding a pleasant surprise. Jensen was lying on bed with just the sheets covering his body.

“You like what you see?” Jensen placed both hands behind his head, making his biceps flex and your knees went weak.

You smirked strolling inside the bedroom lit up by candles. Within seconds, you hopped on the bed, crawling towards him until both of you could taste the other one’s breath. You placed yourself on top of him, feeling him underneath. Jensen cocked an eyebrow and smirked; looking sexy as hell.

“Oh, I love.”

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