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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years ago

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Hello! Ummm, sorry if match-ups are closed, I couldn't find anything for it-! But here! Sorry if it's long. I originally wrote it down on paper so I'm converting it!

I'm 19 years old, 5'5, have long reddish-brown hair and kinda pale skin. My eyes are pretty fucking noticable as they are pretty big! I am chubby overall, and heavier bottom set! I have chunky thighs, big ol butt, and triple D tits! I also have a thick Southern drawl, and moles all over my body!

My overall clothing style can vary, from American 80s' pop (colorful clothes, bellbottoms, button-ups, stripes, ect.) To today's funky little tiktok colorful shit that looks like a clown threw up. But I'm not really one to wear makeup, so just the clothes! I also LOVE short shorts and tanktops when I'm at home!

Currently I'm in college getting a psychology degree so I can later become either a child's psychiatrist or something like that. I love kids lots, and having a boyfriend/husband that doesn't like kids is an instant dealbreaker. I've always wanted to be a mother!

Awful, bad, knee-breaking, nut-cracking, debilitating daddy issues. I'm gonna be honest, I've went to therapy to talk about it and actually my therapist stopped calling back. Sucks. I have ADHD and Bipolar Disorder as well, and am rejection sensitive (but have learnt to be the brunt of it in the last one)

For my creative outlet, I really like reading and writing! I'm awful good at writing too! I've won a few writing competitions that I'm very proud of ! I'm very into helping people find creative outlets. It can help dissuade bad urges. I can also play the flute.

I do tend to hyper fixate, and when I do I can get pretty talkative! I love listening to people info dump, and I LOVE infodumping! I also loving listening to gossip, and am really good at keeping secrets. Honestly bomb at it!

I'm bigender, but typically I identify with my feminine side physically! Mentally it's a healthy mix of both I think. I am only really attracted to men, and I ain't really interested in women.

I love playing video games, and have a slight addiction to the funny ones. Like Among Us, Minecraft, Crush Crush, and Dream Daddy! I also really like dating sims lol.

I have a preference for children's movies, especially Pixar! I also love horror movies. I'm a huge movie buff, and have watched just about every Pixar and Disney movie. I HAVE watched every movie with Jack Black in it.

I'm a huge fantasy nerd lol.

I <3 big boys! Tall, fat, strong, any type of big adjective and I'm all gooey inside. (See: Barley Lightfoot from Onward)

My love languages include quality time, acts of service, and physically touch!

Always dreamt of having a pet bunny, even had planned out names for it. (Beef Whiskerton)

Hopeless sap, dead romantic, even the thought of being loved is enough for me to crumble and shake lol.

Longterm memory is good, shorterm is bad.

Demiromantic, hypersexual, crazy fucking sex drive. At one time I have gone and done it more than 3+ times a day for the beloved.

Amazing cook!! I'm a really good cook, and I can clean pretty well! Perfect housewife material! But I'm a lover of being at work, I like the feeling business gives me! So I would also enjoy a househusband! Either way I'm okay:>

Kinda philosophical at times. I like stargazing and tlaing about what ifs. What kind of universes are out there, what tragedies did they go through, maybe there's one out somewhere were we never met, or one where we weren't even born. Maybe one were everything's the same, but made out of hotdogs? Stuff like that.

I should also add that I have a large and extended family, that care for me very deeply and are excited (and preotective) whenever I bring a guy home! My family could occupy the entire state of Detroit lol.

And final fun fact/ party trick: I can pop one of my eyeballs out of socket. I have done it 3 times, only stopped because it started to hurt a little and I didn't wanna risk greater energy lol.

Sorry if this was long- thank you of you do end up doing this! Your writing is fucking awesome btw (this isn't me buttering you up, I'm honestly just really liking ur writing!!)

(I’m genuinely glad you like it, brb crying!😭❤️)

Match-Up #12

I match you with Koku Hanabata-

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-Right off the bat do not kill me because of the obvious age gap between you two! I know he’s more around the likes of Giran, Compress and Chimera (and the other older characters) but I can totally explain everything if you give me a shot at it!

-Okay so you two didn’t click well at first but that’s mostly because he came off as annoying and cocky. You had just gotten a new job at his office without really even caring it was in politics. You probably blacked out and applied when you saw the hourly pay (and I would have too). He needed a personal assistant to help take care of things. Election season was starting up and he had his hands full when his other assistant retired early to get married and start his family life. Hanabata wasn’t going to hire you immediately at first but when you interviewed with him and one of his people he knew he wanted you around to help out. “Sir are you sure about them? You still have 28 more candidates to interview and this person has a fluke with their ability to memoriz-”

“Tell them the position has been filled.” He smiled and quickly left the room.

-He got a lot of shit from mostly the other female (and some of the male or nonbinary) staff at his offices when he hired you as his assistant. Some of them were upset since they wanted to move up into that spot, others were mad because you were younger than them and they didn’t believe you could handle the work they could. Most of all, a LOT of people shit on you behind your back when they noticed the way he treated you. “Hmmm, I guess Mr. Hanabata just wanted a quick and easy lay. Jealously was buzzing around the office while you could care less. You didn’t know your coworkers didn’t like you and you definitely didn’t know right away that your boss had the hots for you. The only thing that mattered was having a cushy and well paying job. Besides, it would cover your tuition nicely AND leave you some time to study and focus on school as well. (Or maybe he tailored your schedule like that since he was falling for you so hard?)

-He was very annoying when you realized he liked you. The man didn’t stop bothering you. Not to mention how far his head was up his own ass most of the time. Although he ended up making you laugh to yourself a few times, you still tried to avoid him at all costs. Eventually you became curious about it and you genuinely began listening to his words instead of rolling your eyes and letting them pass from one ear and out the other. He was actually kinda funny, and really charming. You can’t deny he takes care of his appearance either. He kept his hair done, his face clean and well shaven, and his suits pressed to perfection. Not to mention that damned cologne that started to make you go crazy...in a good way. You had no idea how the man could take you rejecting him so often. You dealt with rejection not as a challenge like he did. You could’ve long since reported him to H.R but now you were starting to fall for him. The one day he didn’t show up in the office you were worried about him. You decided to send a friendly text message his way just to check up on him. Oh my God, he blew your phone up. When he called you, he would not shut up. I think eventually you snapped at him to leave you alone. While you worried about him firing you over this, he simply didn’t. He stopped texting you and calling you. He never took an extra second to hang by your office at work. He only contacted you when he needed something work related. He flipped a switch and it oddly made you sad...so you sucked it up and asked him out to dinner with you. Suddenly he was just fine like nothing ever happened. It would make for an interesting story to tell your future kids someday (believe me, he wants them).

-To him, you were so weird but in a good way. He never seemed to have a dull moment while with you. Your colorful style always kept his eyes, and your writing was so good he was considering sending you to Chitose’s office to work there instead! You read, played the flute, and did this really strange thing with your eyes one time while you were out with him and his friends that made Skeptic heave. You watched various children media that he usually had no interest in until he sat with you and watched a bit of it one day. You also played some games that made him question you with a chuckle. He opened up around you a lot, and seemed generally brighter around you. His friends liked you...well some barely tolerated you (geten and skeptic) but that’s a different story. Curious was taken with you and loved gossiping with you AND Trumpet about different things. At some point she knew to pull the plug since you and Hanabata both crossed over into info dumping. Though she considered herself a great friend of his, she couldn’t always handle how much he talked. Now that you and him were doing it together, she definitely needed a breather from time to time. It’s not like you two noticed her slip away anyway, ya'll were too busy info-dumping to each other lol.

-He was very much taken with you. He loved you and didn’t care if he needed to give up the world just to be yours, he would. Skeptic was up to his neck deleting various gossip articles and speculations about Trumpet when the press caught wind of you. A lot of them weren’t very friendly...some of them hinting at even the sickest of things with headlines like ‘Politician dating very young’ etc. Even with all the bad that came from it, there was some good too. You were a positive look for him! He lost a lot of voters that only wanted him because they wanted a shot at his heart, but he gained almost double that in people that had those old fashioned family values. With that, you might be stuck at home having to take on the housewife lifestyle for a while.

-He was very cliché romantic with you. Roses once a week to replace the boquet he got you last week, expensive gifts, constant elegant dates, lots of affectionate words being thrown around. He plays music to dance with you in the living room. He cooks meals for you (and he aint too bad at it). He listens to you about your little fantasy interests and your nerdy facts about fandoms or whatnot. He takes on house chores, and will do anything for you to feel like you aren’t overwhelmed. He will even buy you that rabbit you dreamt of if you promise him you’ll take care of it. He’s also very touchy and lets be honest here...his drive is pretty high for the most part. He holds back when you both finally get to that part of the relationship but when you display how much you can give and take, he stops holding back and matches up with you perfectly. Sometimes he just can’t help it though and he might go overboard. Your appearance is very attractive to him. He loves your hair and especially your eyes. The tush, thighs, and chest are a kill shot to him. Plus your chubbiness he’s so in love with. It’s you he cannot live without.

-Hanabata would wade through the lakes of hell to be with you. When he meets your family he’s nervous but determined to win their approval to be with you. It may be a long difficult road when it comes to that, but he’s already shown how persistent he can be so you needn't worry about him. I think the night he finally wins their approval he’s over the moon about it! You two are out back (or wherever is best at your childhood home), sitting on a blanket and stargazing when you start talking about all the things you have on your mind. Meanwhile he’s staring you down with bright and loving eyes. He’s gotten your family blessing, and he’s juggling a little grey box behind his back while waiting for the right time to show you what’s inside...

#its a ring #he's proposing to you #match up

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another-fantasy-world · 4 years ago

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The Bets

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GIF isn’t mine

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Fem! Reader, Jemily

Summary: A little session of betting stupid shit with Morgan, Garcia and Dr. Reid gone wrong. or in which Elle and Y/N join the Mile High Club

Warnings: 18+ Mile High Club. (Which means light smut okay?) Brief Classic CM violence. Jemily cuteness and soft Elle.

Word Count: 2,016 words

Anyone ever wondered what it’d be like if Agent Greenaway worked with Agent Prentiss? I don’t think we were ready for the amount of POWER these two would have if they did work together. The amount of death glares and sass towards assholes and misogynistic men-

also, the lack of Elle fanfics is now considered a crime-

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It all started when you walked into the bullpen, bee lining to your desk, setting down your stuff and immediately hearing Morgan’s chuckles and Garcia’s giggling while they huddled around Reid’s desk.

“Ohhhkay? What is going on? I understand that like, there’s no case yet today but it’s waaaay too early for you guys to be giggling.” You furrowed your brows at them

“Nothing is going on cutie pie. You just made me win a bet. “ Garcia looked smug while Morgan just glared playfully

“How was I supposed to know that they didn’t have fun last night, much less leave a hickey?” He says, referring to you and Elle

Being the only couple who’s been formally approved by Hotch, Strauss and the HR, the both of you were proud of your relationship. Elle often comes in after you because you make her fetch your coffee in the morning, and you often disappear during lunch because you were off on a food run for her.

And don’t even get me started on her glaring at men who had the audacity to flirt with you, then smirking when you turn them down with an emotionless look on your face. She was yours and you were hers, and you both weren’t afraid to announce that.

“Oh we did. Just not last night. It was this morning.” you nonchalantly says, shrugging your shoulders

“Did you know that morning sex is better than evening sex? Men can experience a daily 25-50% differential in testosterone in the morning, translating to a huge appetite for early sex. For women, however, significant changes in testosterone don’t happen daily, but monthly, with the largest increase happening mid-month during ovulation and that increase is not nearly as dramatic as what men experience...” Reid rants, making you all stare at him, not moving so as to not interrupt him.

“Thank you Reid for that interesting fact, where did you even learn that?” you ask him, you were truly curious as to where the doctor reads his facts when it was apparent that he hated the internet.

“Encyclopedia.” he states, a little giddy from just sharing what he knows.

“Psst. Lovergirl. Here comes your own personal devil.” Derek wiggled his brows, pointing with his eyes to the door, knowing that it’s Elle you just smirked and laughed.

“One, Lovergirl? Really? You couldn’t think of better nicknames?” You started, turning around to get your coffee from Elle, kissing her cheek

“Derek called you the devil.” You whispered to her

“What?” Elle playfully shoves Morgan

“Hey! No snitching!” He whined

Elle just gave him a pointed look before turning around, her desk just in front of Reid’s. She sits down before stealing your coffee. Your lips barely open to complain, but closed immediately when she gave you that same look she gave you earlier today when she was sipping...something else. With wide eyes and tomato red cheeks, you mumbled incoherent words before just walking away, embarrassed. You even forgot that she stole your café made coffee, all you could think of is Elle’s lips on yours, slowly kissing down-

Your cheeks reddened even more when you heard Morgan guffaw. Pouting slightly, you directed your attention to the stack of paperwork piled on your desk. You sorted them out first before actually doing it. A few minutes pass by and you feel a presence behind you, then they block your light, indicating they were tall and buff...

“What do you want Morgan?” You sighed out, closing a case file, moving into another one. Wanting to just finish and come home with your girlfriend and just cuddle.

“Bet you can’t make Elle blush like she did you.” He proudly stated

You looked at him with a ‘I’m so done with you’ face, you could see that he was serious and you just sighed, you might as well entertain yourself.

“You wanna put money on that?” Famous last words.

Morgan put 50 bucks on the line and you just couldn’t resist, you went on with your day as usual, frowning when you sift through tons of paperwork, dragging your feet just to get coffee from that damn awful coffee machine and finally, asking for Hotch’s permission to go out and get lunch which he approved, getting your keys, kissing Elle’s cheek, rushed out and went to that one food chain that both you and your girlfriend loved.

Girlfriend. Such a common word, but you and Elle made it special. All the emotions and feelings compiled in a 10 letter word, all the pain, tears, blood (you got shot protecting her and she slapped you when you woke up just because of that. But that’s also where she first kissed you, so no complaints really), pining, and happiness you guys went through just to get to this point.

Arriving at the BAU office, you hurried up, shifting your weight from one leg to the other as you watch the numbers go up anxiously, the line stretched on and on, making you at least 5 minutes late. Elle gets cranky when she’s hungry, and for your sake and the rest of the team, you hurried your ass up.

When the elevator finally arrived at your floor, you rush to Elle’s desk, who’s now glaring at the computer screen.

“Bubba~ I’m so sorry. Here, I’ll make it up to you” You set down the paper bags on her desk, you made sure to get extra just to make it up to her.

As you set down the paper bags, you discreetly leaned down, placing your lips right beside her ear and nibbled on it a bit, your hair providing the necessary curtain of privacy you needed. You quietly moaned as you briefly whispered a few profanities into her ear before straightening yourself up. Smirking at how red Elle’s ears and cheek are, you looked over to Morgan who was now staring, dumbfounded.

You smiled smugly at him, lifting your hand up and motioning for him to give you his --well, your money. He frowned before slapping the crisp 50 dollar bill on your hands, huffing in annoyance.

“You betted on me?” she gave you that ‘no non-sense bitch face’ thing, and your blood ran cold. You could remember what happened the last time she gave you that look. You weren’t able to sit on a chair properly for weeks.

“Oh- Uhm. Erm. You just eat your food yeah? I have paperwork to finish.” You turned to get away from her, but she tugged your shirt from behind.

She puts her palm out and looks at you expectantly. You pout at her with your pleading eyes but she just raised her eyebrow at you. You groaned and went to give it to her, only to be interrupted by JJ.

“We’ve got a case?” You ask her, discreetly slipping the bill in your back pocket.

“But there’s only 45 minutes, 15 seconds and 3 milliseconds left.” Reid whines

“Sorry Guys. Hotch says we’ll debrief on the jet.” She says, walking off holding the files while Emily lifted both their go-bags to her shoulders, following JJ, making you roll your eyes at their obviousness.

You looked at Elle and she stared back at you, smirking and nodding at each other before hurrying to gather your stuff.

Once everyone settled in, Garcia popped onto the computer screen and she explained the details of your case. There were multiple strings of suicides following a major highway, but there were a couple items missing. Jewelry, electronics etc. You concluded that it’s most likely an organized unsub, who steals and framing the victims as suicide, but in multiple ways. 3 women were hanged, four were shot in the head, 3 shot in the stomach and 7 stabbed, yet there weren’t any blood trails around.

After the debriefing, the team settled down, deciding to take a nap during flight. Reid was curled up in the couch, his book in his hand that’s draping down to the floor, Hotch with his head on the table and Rossi with his head leaning on the window, Lastly, Morgan who was reclining his seat, slept with his earphones on. JJ and Emily are nowhere to be seen so you just assumed that they were cuddling somewhere.

No words were spoken. Both you and Elle just basking in each others presence. Occasionally sharing opinions on what you think of the unsub, and then she just stared at you with a look in her eyes.

“Elle? Bubs?” You ask her, you always were the one for nicknames, you made one up as soon as you met her, and how it slowly changed from scary girl, to pretty girl and now to Bubs and Bubba. It really amazes her.

“Come with me.” She whispered, dragging you to the plane lavatory.

She locks the door and stares at you. You gulp as the two of you were pressed against each-other in a tight space. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in a passionate kiss, like she was afraid you would suddenly vanish. Sadly, both of you need air, pulling away for just a second before your lips attach to her neck, being careful not to leave marks, You really don’t think Hotch would like the thought of the two of you doing each-other in such a public place with him in a 20 mile radius.

After a few moments filled to the brim with muffled and silent moans, euphoria, smirks, punishments and hair-pulling later, the both of you fixed yourself. When you both looked appropriate enough, Elle opens the door to a JJ who’s also opening the door to the other lavatory right across yours, with a panting Emily sitting on the toilet.

You peeked over Elle’s shoulder and seeing the scene in front of you. Safe to say you were shocked. Really shocked.

“Emily’s a bottom?!” You whisper-shouted in disbelief, making both of them blush and your girlfriend chuckle.

“Guess who owes me a hundred bucks?” She smirks at you

“Noooo. Ellie. Please, I bring you lunch everyday!.” You pleaded as you follow her to where you were previously sitting.

“Uh-huh, No backing out on bets remember?” She pulls you to her side, hugging you from her seat. She rarely shows affection in public like this so you usually ingrain it in your memories, take notes or just plainly cherish it, living in the moment.

“But a hundred?”

“You won fifty from Morgan earlier and I want it back.”

“But I won that fair and square”

“You used me to gain that money Bubs, I don’t like that.” You grumbled but gave her a hundred bucks anyways, smiling slightly when you remember that she’s the one who buys the coffee for the both of you anyways.

“Hey, uhm-”

“Everyone knows.” You and Elle simultaneously replied when JJ and Emily sat in front of you

“Honestly, did the both of you think that we wouldn’t find out? We’re profilers for heaven’s sake!” You deadpanned, playfully glaring at them

“I think we did a pretty good job at hiding actually.” Emily scoffed

You glanced at Elle, barely containing your laughs before returning your sights to the couple in front of you,

“Em can you help me with something?” “Jayje? Can you come over? Sergio needs a babysitter” “Em can you pick Henry up? Michael needs a haircut” “I played a lot of scrabble with some girl named ‘CheetoBreath’” You mimicked the both of them, pretending to be talking to someone on the phone.

“Okay! Okay! Stop. Stop-” Emily playfully glares as she and JJ both have red cheeks.

You and Elle continued teasing the couple for a few more minutes before moving from topic to topic, ranging from double dates to near death encounters that scared the shit out of your girlfriends.

It’s moments like this that make your gruesome job bearable, the teasing, the laughter, the feeling of family. You could never imagine yourself working with other teams at all. And that, in your opinion, is what makes the BAU indestructible, no matter what the consequences may be.

#elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #jemily #cheetobreath #criminal minds imagine #jennifer jareau x emily prentiss

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limeade-l3sbian · 2 years ago

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:) hey im that anon who asked about feeling bad about being attracted to women and having thoughts. i dont stare at them in weird ways, i look away when they catch me looking at them and i feel ashamed like my mind goes "you dont like her because of who she is you only find her hot you're no better than a man" and then i panic and think maybe I'm weird but thinking wow "this woman is so pretty" and then my mind goes "don't objectify her" and im like but i wasn't ?? i just find this stranger pretty my mind wont let me find women hot in peace. in my school, theres a tall buff girl who has my attention and everytime i look at her and she sees me looking at me i just go in panic mode and the whole cycle goes again. i wanna love women and not be ashamed :( sorry for the vent <3

AWW ANON! 😭💜

Literally NOTHING you said detracts from basic attraction. Of course the first thing you notice about a woman is her appearance! You can't see her personality or her hopes and dreams at first glance. Attraction is a part of the whole being a lesbian thing lolol.

And to be clear, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because I know exactly what you're talking about. When you're bickering with your head just like "can you let me be a lesbian?" 😭 I think it's very sweet that you care about not being creepy or objectifying the women you find attractive but tbh? YOU'RE GOOD.

You might be comparing your thoughts too much to the socialization of men, which more often than not, itemizes and objectifies a woman. But all you've mentioned is just having crushes and coming into your own. Your head is going to take a minute to get adjusted to things, especially if you've just realized or if you're trying to really start living 😎 that lesbian life 😎 so just tell that voice to take a day off.

You're good, anon. Lesbian love is beautiful. 💜

#ask

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wikipedie · 2 years ago

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👍🎨🤝

Thanks dear!!! For anyone asking, it's this Arcane ask game

I ended up answering all of these backwards and I mention Viktor everywhere. it's your fault.

👍 What do you want to see in season 2?

Vander, Vander, Vander.

Vander and Vi.

Some more CaitVi interaction and flirting.

I know this is a stretch but Caitlyn and Jinx forming some bonding or whatever.

Heirmerdinger and Ekko. I really love Ekko. And I wanna see the community he's built as well. Maybe some more from Viktor's past?

And I want to see at least the start of Jinx (and Vi?) healing from her trauma. Somehow. I love addressing traumas and I love seeing trauma healing <3

🎨 What’s your favorite character design?

Vi maybe? I love my buff kind women. I like Caitlyn's design as well, tall and with her gun. And Jinx too. And honestly, also Viktor.

🤝 What are two characters you wish would interact with each other that haven’t done that?

You know that my answer will forever be Viktor and Elsa

Viktor and Jinx for sure. They would be fantastic. Unstoppable. Viktor and Vander? Why are all my answers Viktor you're the Viktor lover not me You really are the greatest influencer.

ok a non-viktor answer. Hmmm....Vi and Mel? Only because Mel would be slightly flirty, Vi would be mostly unaffected probably (but would still think she's hot) and maybe we could have a small scene with Caitlyn where she's asking Vi to dance just to separate them from the interesting conversation she's imagining they're having. "Oh, jealous cupcake?" "No, no, I just wanted to dance" (or whatever excuse). I don't actually know if they'd actually get along very much but maybe they could have an illuminating convo about the state of Piltover vs Zaun.

Definitely Heimerdinger and Jinx and Vi. I find it hilarious no matter what.

#thank you love!!!#arcane ask game #arcane #ask game #answers from wikipedi-e

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everlesslahote1 · 4 years ago

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“I’d do it all over again sir” (Paul Lahote) -Request

“Could I get a Paul x reader set in eclipse where he imprints on an old friend of Carlisle who is a vamp/shifter but the wolves don’t know that and she is sassy but he try’s to fight the imprint then in the fight she is badass and shifts and he and the wolves are just kind of in awe...abit of angst but fluff ending?”

-Umm ofc you lovely being, this caught my eye and I was like “omg I love this” so this should be fun. Only thing I am going to change is the x reader and make this a oc and if it bothers you to much let me know and ill change it, Thank you❤.

Paul Lahote x oc

(warning: None that I know of)

-Enjoy!

“Nila, to what do I own this pleasure?” Carlisle said who was happy but confused to see his old friend when her coven was in Utah.

Him and his family now stood on the porch of their lovely home looking up at the girl who clung to a tall tree after hearing the ruckus she rumbled in the woods.

“You know words get around Car , What’s this newborn battle I’m hearing about” she said jumping from the tall tree she was handing from.

“A team up with the wolfs to kick newborn ass, duh” Emmet said as he leaned on the on the banister.

Nila smirked before dropping her face.

He and Nila never really saw eye to eye but they wouldn’t say they ‘hated’ each other just a firm dislike.

He was going to be the biggest in the house but not the toughest, he wanted to give it a go after not seeing her for a while,

“If it isn’t the dumbest Cullen or... should I give that to Edward for falling in love a human” she said looking between Emmet and Edward with her light brown eyes.

Since she wasn’t fully Vampire she didn’t have to drink blood, she could live off human food too.

She only chose human food because she knew everyone’s input on vampires, they all think their sum blood thirsty monster’s.

Her skin wasn’t hot to the touch but wasn’t ice cold either, it was warm like A perfect day to wear a sundress to the beach.

“Why don’t you come in, we were just discussing our plans” Carlisle said with a open hand to the door of his home.

She gave a warm smile to Esme, Rose, Alice, and Jasper which they kindly returned, while she shot a bird at Emmet and not even taking notice to Edward a second time as she stepped into their home.

“Hasn’t changed a bit” she said more to her self looking around.

“so their after Edwards walking blood bag, Why?” Nila said now knowing everything but why they were coming for Bella.

“We have no idea” Carlisle said ignoring the snarky comment from his friend, he knew how she was about anything new and a human in love with a vampire is new for everybody.

She rolled her eye’s, looking over at the window, there stood a huge tan man in a muscle shirt with cut off jean shorts and black shoes.

His hair was cut low and he smelled of woods and sweat.

“I take it he’s the wolf she lead on while pale face ran off” she said now looking back at Esme.

“Okay how long does she need to stay I mean really, all she’s doing is making comments on everything!” Bella said as Rose chuckled and Nila smirked.

Rose was known for getting under Bella’s skin so she enjoyed watching others do as such, when they first met she knew she had to befriend this little ball of fire.

This is just adding to their bond.

“Hold your tongue or I’ll throw you to the little monsters myself, if anything I’m helping save your ass” She said only half joking on first part.

Which was true, she was helping but she wasn’t doing it for Bella, she was doing it to pay Carlisle back for saving her life almost 60 years ago.

Carlisle found a 16 year old Nila beaten and bruised by her abusive uncle who took her in after her parents died, left for dead in a alley way like she was nothing.

She was beaten so bad, he soon turned her seeing it was the only thing to save her life, all without knowing she would turn into a massive wolf.

It caused problem’s for him and Esme, her anger toward the man who left her for dead almost controlling her making her faze at least 7 times a day.

Then being something that even the oldest of vampire’s have never heard of, the first of her kind and the only.

A Wolf with the same abilities as a vampires.

A hybrid.

After she learned to control her heightened emotions, Carlisle gave her a choice to stay but she wanted to see the world.

And that he understood.

So she left, later finding a small Vampire coven who soon became her family but she never forgot bout the Cullen Coven, the people who saved her life.

Bella swallowed hard before a glaring Edward grabbed her hand and walked out the room.

“I still like you, I still like her” Rose said smirking at her mate which caused him to roll his eyes.

“we train with the wolfs tomorrow at noon in a open field, be ready” Jasper said as the family walked the hybrid to the door of their home.

“See’ya soldier” she said as her small figure disappears into the night.

The Next Day...

“Again!” Nila watched Emmet shout at Jasper after losing a match.

“hey, maybe you should give it a break. Ya know? before you pop a bicep” Nila said as she leaned on a tree , not to far back.

Emmet groaned trying to ignore the smart mouth women as his mate kisses his cheek and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t be a sore loser babe” she said smirking as she smiled with Nila.

Rosalie was really liking Nila being around, it was fun having someone to be a buddy with even though the others were dreading it or didn’t pay it any mind she was here.

Everyone treated Rose like she was bomb, one wrong move and the blonde would blow up in everyone’s face.

Which was kind of true but she liked the fact that Nila treated her normally, like she wasn’t cold hearted.

Like she wasn’t on egg shells around her.

Like she wasn’t a monster.

Everyone turned their heads after hearing a car pull up only to find the two love birds jumping out and joining the group.

Not even second’s later tall, like HUGE wolfs emerged from the treat lines slightly growling at those who stood before them.

“Well...Hello doggies” Nila said pushing up off the tree she was leaning on searching over every wolf in her eye sight.

The Pack took attention to the extra leech they have never seen before, especially Paul but he looked down at Carlisle before he could get a good look at her.

“They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms” Edward said looking at his adoptive father.

“They came, that’s what matters... will you translate?” Carlisle asked as Edward gave a slight nod and stood in front of the wolfs.

Nila heard Bella say something to a rusty brown wolf but payed what ever it was no mind

“Welcome, Jasper as experience with newborns... He can teach us how to defeat them” he gently spoke.

“They wanna know how the newborns different from us” Edward stated.

“Their a great deal stronger then us because-”

“Their own human blood lingers in their tissues” Nila spoke out now coming closer and out of the tree lines.

Carlisle nodded at his friend before continuing.

“our kind is never more physically powerful then in our first several months of this life” he finished before stepping back letting Jasper take the lead.

“Carlisle’s right... That’s why their created” he said pacing.

“A new born army doesn’t need thousands like a human army... but no human army can stand against them”

The wolfs growled lowly as to say ‘we get it’

“the two most important things to remember are first... Never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. And second-” he said keeping eye contact with the wolfs.

“Never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that. and you. will. lose.... Nila, Emmet!” he shouted making the buff pale man and warm colored girl step forth.

Nila gracefully stood a few feet away from Emmet with a smirk.

“Don’t hold back steroids” she said in a teasing manner.

“Not in my nature she-devil” he responded in that same manner.

She stood still as Emmet charged at her small figure pushing her back through the dirt and lifting her, throwing her to ground only for her to land on she feet lightly.

Nila saw he was going to play dirty.. she going to show him she could play filthy.

smirking , She ran towards the man with force as he swung a punch toward her but she dodged it, she grabbed and twisted his arm making him turn in mid air before using her elbow to push his back to the ground, she won.

She pinned him.

“Never lose focus, sweet cakes” she said winking and turning back to go back to her spot in the tree’s but she felt eyes on her.

Nila turned around to search of eyes even close to looking at her, only to lock with Paul’s dusty grey ones.

She then felt her world stop as if only it was him and her in the field but she didn’t break eye contact with the wolf.

She saw a future with him, marriage , kids, love. A home.

He saw the same thing... felt the same way...

“One more thing...” Jasper’s voice spoke breaking them from their trance.

‘what the hell was that’ she thought but shook her head looking up to find Carlisle on the ground who was pinned by Edward.

That soon changed when Carlisle grabbed Edwards ankle bring him down as he now pinned Edward.

“never turn your back on your enemy” he said rolling his eyes.

As it was now Rose and Jasper’s turn to spare , Nila was now to deep in her thoughts to pay any attention , Paul the same.

Pictures of Nila’s light brown eyes flashed through his mind none stop, the vision’s of their future along with them which caught Jared’s attention.

‘oh dude... tell me you didn’t, did you?’ Jared thought.

‘shut up Jared’

‘OMG YOU DID!’

‘Will you guy’s focus, our life’s are kind of on the line here’ Paul heard Embry’s voice.

‘Paul imprinted on a leech Em, how am I suppose to focus if she’s flashing in my head. Kim is going to kill me-’

‘Enough’ Sam’s voice spoke.

‘Paul, we’ll talk later now all of you focus’

Training is now over and Nila sat on the steps of the Cullen’s home.

She just couldn’t get the dark grey out of her head.

What was it about him that pulled her to him and why was all she wanted to know I mean come on. she didn’t even know his human form.

“I wouldn’t stress it Ni maybe he just thought you were cute” a holly Alice said long side her.

she smiled gently before she spoke.

“Thanks pixie”

Mean while..

“you have to tell her Paul, she as a right to know” said a annoyed Sam beside Paul as the pack sat in Emily’s kitchen eating a lunch she made for a good luck before the newborn battle they have coming up.

Since training Paul wasn’t himself, almost as if he was missing a part of himself now that he was far from his imprint.

But he also felt disappointed in him self, why a vampire out of all things?

“Sam’s right... You cant stay far without hurting your self too” Jared said as he had a full mouth.

Embry and Quil agreeing with the usually dumb minded wolf.

“Mouth closed Jared” Emily Called out to the young boy, he said a quick sorry before he continued to wolf down his food.

No pun intended.

This angered the hot head Lahote, they don’t know what its like to imprint on your natural born enemy and then had the nerve to tell him to deal with it.

They wouldn’t know how to deal with it unless it happened to them.

“You don’t anything or even what your talking about” He said coldly.

Paul stood out his seat and stormed through back door leaving the conversation he wasn’t ready to have as he ran into the woods fazing mid sprint.

Flashes of the girl the cold one’s call ‘Nila’ going through his head was to much for him so he ran... growling and barking at anything in his path way.

The Battle

Nila Pov

It was now battle day, after two long nights of waiting, her mind still on the dark grey wolf in her mind, it was finally time to let her emotions go and kick some newborn ass.

Bella Stayed with Edward and Jacob far in the hills.

Jacob carried Bella to the camp out not to far from where the battle would be held to mask her scent so the newborns would be lead to the Cullen’s and Wolf’s plus Nila instead of Bella.

Nila kind of hoped the grey wolf would show as they were preparing for battle just so she can at least hold some conversation with him.

ask him what happened at training, why did she feel a pull to be near him all the time, why does her half death body ache when she thinks about her future with out him in it.

it was so much she needed to say.

“Stand tall, here they come” Jasper says as we lined up next to each other.

They listened as the growls grew louder, Foot steps coming closer ,and branches breaking.

Finally at least 20 pairs of blood red eyes came running from the tree lines and The 7 Vampires returning the act.

Jasper heads in first as he threw a power full punch breaking the newborns head like a piece of glass that just dropped.

Emmet using his buff figure to knock another of their feet then turning to twist one’s head right off their shoulders.

Every golden eyed vampire holding their own barely even noticing the pack jumping from the bolder and attacking a hand full of Newborn their self.

Esme grabbed a newborns foot to send then flying in the air for Carlisle to push the cold body down to the ground as his mate throws the monster to the wolfs.

Literally.

Nila was fighting to get the arms of a newborn from around her figure but couldn’t, Paul took notice to her struggle and jumped at the newborn holding her in one quick movement pulling his head off with his shark teeth.

They shared a quick glance before heading their own ways.

As they cleaned all of the newborn’s clean from the open field they were in everyone finally took a breather.

“Yeah never again, that bitch almost killed me” Nila said.

“Language”

“sorry”

“How long?” Edward said coming from nowhere will Bella on his left like a sea clam.

“A few minutes... maybe ten?” Alice said.

“the pack needs to leave , the Volturi won’t honor a truce with the werewolves”

A left over newborn jumped out and a white wolf with tan and grey in its fur attacked without thinking on anything.

“LEAH DONT!” Edward yelled.

The same dark grey wolf Nila as yet to talk to in human form jumped over the said wolf and latched on to the newborn then started to rumble.

Nila started to tense as the gray wolf started to lose his upper hand on the newborn.

The newborn got his arms around the grey wolf crushing his spine as Jasper said almost instantly, the wolf dropped to floor turning and whining in pain.

“NO!” Nila said running towards the monster who hurt the grey wolf fazing mid sprint and with one clean movement she torn the newborns head off.

“Paul... Hold on ok, Carlisle’s gonna take care of you” Edward said to the now human laying once where the grey wolf was.

There laid a tan man with the same tattoo as Jacob but buffer with arms in a x to try and help with the pain in his body but it was no use.

Nila’s wolf ran to the mans side ignoring his lack of clothes as she whined, a way of tell Carlisle to help him.

“his bones on the right, half them are shattered” Carlisle said.

5 boys and 1 girl soon came to Paul’s side in a hurry.

“Paul , You idiot! I Had it” Leah shouted.

“Leah!”

“we need to get him out of here , we’re not gonna want a fight with the Volturi” Edward said as Nila laid on her stomach resting her head gently on Paul’s shoulder ,whining.

“we’ll take him back to Billy’s” Sam said.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can”

The boys started to close in on Paul which Nila didn’t take to kindly , she missed what she was being said between the pack and Carlisle.

All she could focus on was Paul laying flat on the floor who she adored and felt the need to protect, moaning in pain.

Nila growled loudly as the 5 boy came in closer.

“Nila, they’re helping him. let them.”

She huffed before she started to whine again, hearing cries from Paul brought cries of her own.

“she can come... maybe she could help” Jacob suggest to Sam as they held Paul’s body up.

Sam nodded.

“They’re Coming!” Alice said which made Nila look to Carlisle as to ask could she.

He gave a warm smile before speaking.

“Go”

She hurried and follow the boys and Leah out of the woods.

Nila is now shifted back and everyone is at Billy’s.

Everyone’s out side as Paul screamed, it made her uneasy.

“What are they doing to him!” she asked turning to who she learned was Embry.

“Doc’s rebreaking his bones” she took a deep breath before she heard another one of Paul’s cries.

She slipped her finger into her hair and gripped it slightly.

Nila was freaking out and this wasn’t like her, she was pacing the grass as she tried to block out Paul’s screams.

“Paul Imprinted on you!” Jared rushed out trying to help the girl at least stay in one spot, all her walking and things were making him nervous.

“nice going jackass”

“really dude”

“Oh my gosh”

“this wasn’t the time...”

“someone had to say it!’

Nila zoned out their babbling as she focused on what she just heard, of course she has heard of imprinting but she just thought she had something on her face and her brain wanted to be over the top.

But instead he imprinted... and he didn’t tell her...

Nila felt her heart clench, was she not good enough to be is imprint? is that why he didn’t say anything?

The door to the little red house shack opened. Carlisle and Sam came out and shut the door.

Once again Carlisle said something and Nila didn’t pay it any mind.

“Nila... He’s asking for you”

She Looked up and shot through the door she walked down the small hall to find Paul on a bed in a pool of sweat and bandages.

He opened his eye’s half way to see her standing in the door way and muffled a laugh.

“so... your the hero wolf” he said in horse.

she gently smiled as she walked closer to the bed and sat on her knees.

“I- guess I am” she said looking up at him in his eyes.

They were beautiful to her, the way they shined even with no light on them.

“Look-” he said trying to sit up.

“Hey! no no no, stay still” she said starting to panic as she placed her small hands on his chest gently pushing him back down.

“ahh”

“Sorry- I’m so sorry- I-I should leave, I’m making things worst-” she said talking fast and getting up.

Paul caught her by her hand feeling the sparks on his skin as they touched.

In all honesty he didn’t want her to leave.

“Stay... please” he said making her slowly take her seat back on the floor, never taking his hand out of hers.

They sat in a peaceful silence before he spoke.

“I should have told you about the imprint... I’m sorry” he said looking at the side of her face but she turned her head to look him in his face.

“it’s okay, I get the whole Vampire werewolf hate thing but before you make up your mind-” she took a deep breath as she finally pulled her hand away from his now picking at her nails.

“I-I don’t think I have the will to stay away from you anymore” she said looking at her hands as he stared at her.

“Then don’t...” he said gently.

She look at his face to see if he was joking about what he said but she found no joking matter expression on his face.

She blushed.

“Lets start over” he said slowly sticking his hand out to shake hers which she gently shook.

“Hi, I’m Paul Lahote. I’m a werewolf, I imprinted on you and Thank you for saving my life ma’am” he said making her giggle.

“Hi, I’m Nila Livid. I’m a Hybrid, I kind of don’t mind-” She said smiling and falling into his eyes.

“and I’d do it all over again sir” she smiled making him smile and hold her hand tighter.

“Nice to meet you Nila”

HAPPY NEW YEARSSSS!❤

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Sucker Punched pt.2

Rating:Explicit Relationship: Alien X Female!Human Warning: Dirty talk, strong language, Alien/human relationship, alien sex

Word Count:4055

Pt. 1

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We soon part ways as our responsibilities drive us. He to fuck about doing whatever it is he does outside of groping me, I to finish up work before heading back to my place. My small one-bedroom, two-room home. Bigger than most, having the perk of being faculty, but smaller than anything earth could have given me. The large living room is nice to divide the space between the front door and where I sleep. I truly feel for the people who don't have that luxury. It feels too unsafe to be comfortable.

I fiddle about with a quick shower and a change of clothes, completely forgetting about Kurt for the time. It's not till I hear a rather intimidating knock at the door so I remember our plans. Cursing to myself I throw on a shirt before heading into the living room.

He pounds on the door again," For fuck sakes, hold on." I angrily right my clothes, untucking my hair, before grabbing the handle. I thrust the door open, my hair billowing in the breeze. I glare out at the tall buff alien who fills my doorway-perhaps the hallway as well. His teeth are poking through his small smirk, giving him a dorky charm. Kurt eyes me from head to toe, not hiding his appreciations though I lack effort in my outfit.

"Beautiful as ever, though I know you never disappoint," he raises a brow. It's still strange to hear him speak English, though its through a translator. I find I miss the rough tone of his normal language, it never failing to send chills down my spine. Then again, who isn't a sucker for a deep voice?

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I scoff.

"I find the crimson hue of your cheeks to be something, like an incentive really," he tilts forward. The alien towers over me like no other, feeling like he is boxing me in with just his height. I find myself leaning towards him despite his natural intimidation.

"If I knew you were this much of a flirt I would have forgone getting our translators fixed."

"Oh, prefer my other attempts of getting into your pants better?"

"So confident that you could get into my pants? A flirt and cocky, how unattractive."

"the lies you spill from your mouth almost mask the arousal that practically oozes from you when I'm around," he quickly grasps the doorframe as he leans in close," Admit it, love, you want me bad." his proximity short-circuits my brain for a moment, just long enough for him to chuckle. I can smell his musk, it muddling my brain as he presses a gentle, loud kiss to my cheek. I can't help but sigh in defeat, the bastard has me there.

I take a step back from him, his glare following me as I turn towards the kitchen. I stop at the fridge, glancing over at the frowning Kurt still perched at the door.

"Well, come in. I rather not have my coworkers question while a nearly 7ft alien is guarding my doorway," I grin. He huffs, dropping his head with a shake before coming over. He closes the door behind himself, walking towards the couch to plop down. I look through the fridge for literally anything to eat. Never entertaining guests before now seems to have hindered my dinner plans.

I settle on some bullshit microwave dinners, almost mortified in having to do so. While they 'cook' I lean against the counter to watch Kurt. For a moment he looks around the space, not really reacting to anything. Once he grew bored he turns to me. He cocks a brow in question.

"I believe I was promised some wooing," I break the silence.

"Was what I said at the door not enough," he answers. I scoff at his response, turning back to the meals. Perhaps he was all talk and no action. How disappointing, I expected a lot more from him. I won't lie and say he hasn't grown on me, like a tumor. Being a constant thorn in my side has proven fruitful in his quest for my affection, but if he intends to be a stick in the mud then I have to quarrels tossing him to the side.

I barely hear him when he sneaks up behind me, cupping my hips as his groin meets my back. I bite my cheek to not respond, way too curious to see where this is going. I feel his breath on my neck, raising my hairs as he exhales near my ear.

"Since the day we met, I have not stopped thinking about you. You have invaded everything I do. When I sleep, I see your face. I dream of your curves against mine, feel your skin under my lips. Every night I have felt your sweet caress to my cock, on the verge of climax just as I wake. I think I can escape you in my wake but my thoughts only flow for you. I can only ponder how you would taste. Would you be sweet like I imagine, would you cum like how I picture," he licks just behind my ear," are these words good enough for you? I am not a romantic man, but you bring me to my knees and make me wanna do things I never even considered before."

I stutter on a breath, gnawing on my cheek," l-like what?" He grinds into me, pressing his hardening cock against my lower back. He thrills me more as he reaches under my shirt to palm my stomach. I can't bring myself to move, barely making a sound as he licks and nibble. Kurt teases my neck with his tusk before pressing the blunt tips to my skin, dimpling the area enough to wretch a gasp from me.

"I can smell your cunt," he purrs as his hands trail up. His fingertips barely touch my bra when I choke on a inhale. The anticipation of having his large palms on me almost takes my breath away. He chuckles huskily in my ear, rubbing his cheek to mine as he leans over to watch himself. He slowly slides his fingers under my cups, teasing the skin as he engulfs my breast. I'm sure he can feel my heart beating fast against my ribs, thumping loudly near his fingers. He hums as he palms and squeezes me. I sigh, falling against him. My head rests on his shoulder, tilting for his lingering kisses.

We both startle as the microwave beeps. I stand straight, suddenly ripped from the haze of building tension. He freezes as I do, his hands slowly trailing down as he worries about my next reaction. I look up at the meals resting in the finished device. I then look down at my clenched hands, finally noticing the throbbing between my legs and the hardon pressed to my back. I chew my lip in thought, really thinking hard on saying 'forget dinner'.

Before I can overthink this I tear his hands from my shirt and twist in his hold. I look up at his startled face, nearly laughing at his wide-eyed expression. I cast a glance at the tent in his pants, grinning as I meet his eyes. Quickly I leap and grab his horn, jerking him closer to my level with a Cheshire grin.

"Are you going to ravish me like I deserve, I refuse to waste my time with unworthy men," I ask near his lips. He looks a bit dazed as he stares down at my mouth.

"Yes," he answers.

"I demand you take me to my room before I change my mind then. I expect nothing but the best, understood?"

His lips part as he meets my eyes with wonder," Yes, ma'am." Fast as lightning he scoops me up in his strong arms and whisks me away to the bedroom, meals left forgotten.

Kurt attacks my lips while maneuvering in the dark. His hands on my thighs are scorching, also helpful in my grinding against his stomach. I fist his hair, twisting his head to delve my tongue into his mouth. His groans muddle my brain, throwing my thoughts in disarray.

I'm startled when he tilts forward. I panic, grabbing his shoulder tightly as my back suddenly meets the bed. His chuckle against my neck annoys me, taking me away from the lust riddled thinking I was drowning in before. As his tongue slathers up my neck I grab his horn, dragging him up.

"Yes," he asks displeased," do I need to woo you with more words, or am I free to satisfy my curiosity?"

I snort," Curiosity?" His fangs poke through his smile, a purr rolling out between his lips.

"I'm quite interested in seeing if you match the women of my kind," he lowers down to press a teasing kiss to my jaw.

"How about we don't talk about other women while in bed," I pull him back again. His cocky grin drops to another annoyed grimace.

"We can just not talk at all, that seems to be a safe bet," he suggests, wiggling his horn out of my hold. His lips press just above my shirt collar, his teeth dimpling my skin as he nibbles. The tips of his fingers tease around the end of my shirt, trailing his claw along the slightly revealed flesh.

I can hardly think of a snarky response, completely invested in his attentions. His tongue on my neck and his hands palming my hips. My nails dig into his shoulders, scratching down to his elbows.

"Ku-," I'm interrupted by a bell. We both pause in confusion till a loud knocking follows. I sigh, sitting up. Kurt quickly grabs me, keeping me where I am.

"No, ignore it," he growls. He quiets my protests by pulling my hips into his, grinding his hard-on against me. A thrill shoots up my spine, muddling any thoughts of the door.

"Hello," I faintly hear a voice call from outside the room. I freeze again, grabbing at Kurt. He tries to bring my attention back to him, biting at my shoulder.

"Just real quick," I smile apologetically. He answers with a growl, bucking his hips more. Fed up I grab his horn and drag him away. "real quick," I scold. He huffs then sighs before rolling off.

I hop out of bed, a wiggle in my step. I share in Kurt's frustrations, stomping towards the door with frustration. I rip open the door, already fed up with the upcoming conversation.

"Hello," the slim techie from the other day answers. His appearance at my door is startling enough to erase my ire.

"Hey," I respond confused," What are you doing here?"

"Just checking in. The update was sent out yesterday and I was hoping to get input on it," he answers.

"Works well enough, I haven't had any issues with it. I have to agree with you though, Kurt has a 'way' with words," I chuckle.

He laughs as well," He was a bit too vulgar for my taste. It brought on a very awkward situation."

As we talk I faintly hear steps behind me. My suspicions are verified when the techie tenses up. He looks over my shoulder, giving an uncomfortable smile.

"Seeso," Kurt growls.

"Ker'chak," Techie answers," How is your translator h-holding up?"

"Good," Kurt sneers," feel free to leave now."

"Kurt," I scold," chill out." Kurt continues sneering at the poor lad, not doing anything to hold back his anger at the man's presence.

"Alright then," Kurt grabs my hips, pulling me to his chest," Seeso I wish to get back to wooing my woman and you standing here is preventing that so I say nicely, piss off." before either one of us can answer Kurt slams the door shut and lifts me off my feet.

"That was rude as hell, you couldn't wait, like, five minutes," I slap his chest.

"I am extremely hard right now so excuse me for being a little impatient," he chuffs. I snort, stretching up to bite his neck. I tighten till he hisses.

"Good things come to those who wait," I press a kiss to my teeth marks.

He groans," And you can't get what you don't take."

Kurt tosses me onto the bed, quickly climbing over me. He doesn't take his time, ripping my shirt off swiftly to lather attention on my breast. His sharp tusk pricks my skin as he sucks on a nipple. I pet his hair back from his face, watching him. His eyes open to meet mine, growling as his swirls his tongue.

"You are quite handsome, I'll admit," I hum. His sudden purr startles me, along with the pinching of his claws on my thighs.

"Well thank you," he mumbles, pressing wet kisses to my chest.

I chuckle at his excitement, fisting his hair before pushing him down my body. He resists a bit to press his lips down a line of my stomach. He crawls off the bed and onto his knee. As he reaches my pants he nuzzles his cheek to my hips. His purrs increase, his hands massaging my thighs.

"Fuck," I groan," stop, it's too cute."

"Cute," he scoffs," No one has ever accused me of being cute." he unbuttons my pants, tugging them down my legs.

"Well you are, so get used to that," I tease. He hums in thought, a small smile ghosting his lips.

"As long as you are the only one saying it then I guess its fine," he mumbles. Before I can tease some more he tugs off my underwear. "Speaking of cute," he smirks. The smug smile makes me roll my eyes, biting off a chuckle.

"Yea, yea," I scoot out of his hold," Get on your back."

"Oh my back," he quirks a brow," now why should I do that?"

"Because I said so," I shrug. From his place on the floor, he rests his chin on the bed, grinning that mischievous smile.

"Since when did you become the boss," he says. I regard him with a teasing smirk. I crawl towards him, grabbing his horn to draw him back.

"Since I decked you in the face, now get on the bed big boy," I press a swift kiss to his lips," I'll make it worth your while."

He hums," When you put it like that." Kurt crawls onto the bed, resting on his back with his hands behind his head. He smirks down at me, tilting his head. "Now what, my sexy female?" I don't answer, instead of crawling up his body. I sit on his upper chest, looking down at him between my knees. I pet at his face as he looks from me to my crotch then back.

"this my prize for following orders? Feels more like a prize for you," he looks back at my crotch, licking his lips despite his words. I pet his bottom lip, pressing my thumb into his mouth. He wastes no time sucking on it.

"What? Don't want my cute pussy on your cute face," I quirk a brow. He nibbles on my thumb before pushing it out of his mouth. He presses one kiss to it then grabs my thighs.

"Well when you put it like that," he chuckles. I yelp when he quickly drags me over his face. Wasting no time delving between my folds with his tongue. At his first taste, he groans loudly, his hips bucking behind me.

"I'll take it you’re a fan," I huff, petting his head.

"I will dine on you every night as long as you stay wet just for me," he growls, licking another stripe. His fingers dig into my skin, showing off his enjoyment. As he laps at me I can't help but grind into him, biting back groans and cries of pleasure. His teeth poking at the cleft of my thighs adds a certain thrill to all this. His alien-ness becoming extremely apparent now. I look down at him between my legs, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment.

I find myself leaning back, holding onto his raised knees. I watch him, enraptured at his monstrous appearance. Moans leave me lips, my insides burning only for him.

"Kurt," I groan," you look so sexy like this." his eyes creak open a moment.

"You should speak for yourself," he hums. My hips grind on his mouth, a cry ripping from my throat.

"I'm close," I lean back up. I grab onto his horns, pulling him into my thrusts. His hands slide from my thighs to my ass, guiding my grinds. As his fingers knead my skin I burst. I shout, throwing my head back as I yell into the room. He purrs under me, lapping up every drop as I cum for him.

I nearly fall into the wall, barely catching myself on my hand. I pant, resting my head onto the cold wall. Catching my breath I look down at Kurt, smiling at his wide grin.

"You look so happy," I mumble. He kisses my mound.

"Of course," he answers. He adjusts me down his chest, sitting up to hold me close. He rubs my back, kissing my lips.

Once I come back to myself I react to his attention. I pull him into a strong kiss, delving my tongue into his mouth as I pull on his hair. His cock pokes excessively against my ass.

"Your turn," I grin. He hums before I push him back onto the bed. I crawl between his legs, grabbing at his pants. The anticipation builds as my curiosity peaks. What could he look like?

At my hesitation, he speaks," You good?" I bite my lip. Instead of answering I tug his pants down. His cock immediately slaps back against his stomach, then bobbing just over it.

His cock is fairly thick, long but his girth is more attention-grabbing. Along his shaft are nubs that really pique my interest. I grab him, huffing at his growl. I thumb the numbs, noticing their firmness. I slide up him, pinching at his spear-like tip.

"Interesting," I mumble to myself.

Kurt's head pops up," What?" his nerves revealed in his tone. I sit down on my stomach between his legs, pumping his cock a few times as I look up at him.

"Don't worry, it's a good interesting. You are fucking lovely," I kiss his shaft. He twitches in my hold, his head falling back as he purrs again. "You are all around the sexiest man I have ever been with," I smile. He groans again, bucking into my hand. I adore his reactions oh so much.

Too eager I wrap my lips around him, sucking on his tip as I jerk him off. His grunts fuel me, sending jolts of pleasure to my crotch. His taste is unlike human men, having a sweetness to it that I wasn't expecting. I choke him down into my mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. I bob, sucking on his cock with great interest. His noises grow in frequency, making me gain tempo.

As his hips begin to buck into me he lifts me from his cock. "Stop," he groans," stop." I rest my head on his thigh, watching him catch his breath. I trace a vein on his hip, grinning like a fool.

"Did ya like it," I ask. He tilts his head to look at me.

"Don't ask stupid questions and get on my lap," he pants. Instead of straddling him, I crawl up him, lying beside him on my back. He turns towards me confused.

"I want you to be on top," I shrug. He rolls his eyes, turning to crawl on top of me.

"I figured you would want to be on top," he leans down to trail kisses along my neck. I comb my fingers through his hair, my other hand reaching between us.

"Now why would you think that," I grab his girth, jerking him a bit. He doesn't answer, growling with his teeth bared. "Now, enough talking," I turn towards his ear, whispering," I want you inside me." he hisses, his tip prodding between my folds.

He presses in slowly, both of us feeling every thrilling inch. Our sigh of satisfaction when he settles to the hilt is echoing. We give each other a second, not wanting the moment to end so soon.

"Fuck," he pants," you are more perfect than I dreamed." he rolls his hips for emphasis. I hug him close.

"Yea," I huff," you too."

He chuckles," may I ravage you now?"

"Is that what you guys are calling it these days," I snort.

"shut up," he growls before pulling back and bucking forward. I choke on a gasp as he fills me so quickly. He repeats, thrusting hard and fast. His cock is as fulfilling as I hoped, his nubs rubbing splendidly against my walls. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body ever so close. My nails dig into his hard skin, almost piercing it.

He suddenly stills, his breath stuttering. "Maybe you shouldn't have sucked my dick," he laughs.

"Yea," I snort," you promised me a ravaging. we barely even started and you're ready to end it."

"Shut up," he pulls out, unwrapping my arms from around him. I watch him confused, almost disappointed. He slithers down my body between my legs where he presses his two fingers inside me. I sigh, straying off my future disappointment as he begins fingering me.

"stalling, big boy," I laugh. He doesn't answer, leaning down to suck my clit as his fingers glide in and out. His claws rake gently along my walls, tingling me with satisfaction. He rumbles with a purr, nibbling on my clit.

"K-Kurt," I grab his horn," I don't wanna cum on your face again." he withdraws his fingers, licking them clean before crawling back up. I grab his face as he nears, ready to tease him. He beats me to it, cupping his hand over my mouth.

"I underestimated you temptress," he nuzzles my cheek," now let's try this again." he thrusts in again with a strained groan. He bucks quickly, reaching down to rub at my clit to finish me off. The startling amount of pleasure makes me reach out and pull him close.

"Kurt, fuck," I cry out," I take it back, you are doing great." he curls on his next thrust, laughing as he does.

"yea, I'm close too," he kisses my cheek.

We both cry into each other, our hot breaths ghosting over the other's skin. I fall first, unsurprisingly. I clench him everywhere. Locking down on his cock, pulling him close with my arms. I shout out his name, rolling into a cry as he pulls out all of my pleasure.

He falls soon after, bucking wildly before stilling. Something hot leaks inside, pulsing with him. It paints my insides as his whole body tenses then relaxes.

"Bless the heavens," he captures my lips fiercely," and my the heavens bless you."

"That sounds like a great compliment," I kiss him back.

"Highest one I can think of right now," he laughs. He soon pulls out, the feeling of him spilling from inside me makes me shiver. He then rolls over, pulling me along. I rest on his chest, hooking a leg over his hips. He grabs my thigh, petting along it as we settle.

"so," he draws out. I look at him from the corner of my eye.

"so," I answer similarly to him.

"am I a keeper," he cocks a brow.

I hum," not sure yet. You still have to make me breakfast in the morning."

"damn," he looks to the ceiling," I'm a shit cook."

"Shame," I shrug," guess I will have to teach you another thing then."

"Another thing?"

"Don't worry about it," I tease. He turns in my hold, facing me dead on.

"Did you not like how I ravaged you," he asks. I shrug again. He answers with a growl, rolling us so I straddle his lap. He pets along my thighs. "I guess you will have to show me how it's done then," he teases. I lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"I guess I will."

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hitmanbalor · 4 years ago

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i can smell you from here -

finn balor

based off ahs hotel!!!

i was lucky enough to be alive. well i wasnt really alive. i was 'reborn' as all my friends say. i was on the verge of death at the hotel cortez because of notorious murderer, james patrick march in late 2000s. i was found laying in my bed bleeding to death when, the countess found me. she had let me taste her blood. at that moment i dont know why she saved me but i found at that she had saved me because she needed a 'side kick' i guess. i laid in my bed smoking a cigarette when iris had told me new blood was here. i hadn't fed in a few days so i was over joyed.

"hello, stranger." i said to a tall man with a beard. "liking the cortez so far?"

"it's got its charms." the man replied with a strong irish accent.

"well how long are you staying....oh i didnt carch your name?" i said laughing.

"im finn balor. who are you, lovely lady?" he has asked back.

"if i told you then this game wouldnt be as fun." i smiled.

"mysterious. i like that, love." he said and smiled. fuck, his smile is gorgeous. how am i supposed to feed??

"well heres your floor uh. ill see you around, right?" i asked.

"maybe, what's your room number?" he asked.

"38. come see me." i said trying to seem seductive. he got off the elevator and made his way to his room. as the elevator closed i decided to grab a drink with liz.

"liz, did you see that man that came in?" i asked.

"the buff one?" she asked.

"yeah. iris had told me that i could feed off him but-" i stopped myself.

"but what?" she asked.

"hes so how do i say this?" i said confused.

"has miss yn gone soft?" liz had played a shocked face.

"no. i just maybe i can turn him." i said biting my lip.

"you need to feed baby. you havent in like 3 days. here take some of the countess' stash." she handed me a cup.

"thank you, well ill decide i actually invited him to my room so who knows." i smiled and gave liz a hug and walked towards the elevator to my room. walking towards my room i felt a werid sensation and tons of thoughts had gone through my head. me and liz always talked out how the people with the 'virus' fell in love. they either fell in love fast like at a rapid pace or it took years. i guess i am the one who falls at a rapid pace. as i nearing my room i smelt his blood again.

"you came?" i asked.

"yeah, i can be mysterious myself." he smirked.

"wanna come in?" i asked gesturing to my door. he smiled and walked in. as we settled in and the conversation began i slowly became myself. "i can smell you from here."

he was confused, "what do you mean? my cologne?"

"your blood babe." i smirked.

he didn't seem scared nor worried. "what are you some type of vampire?" he asked jokingly.

"what if i am?" i asked walking over him and leaned into his face acting like i was going for a kiss.

"then that is pretty hot." he smirked. "how though?"

"well, i was at this hotel in 2008 and i was on the verge of death and this women saved me. ive lived here since." i explained.

"did she like bite you or something?" he asked pulling me on his lap.

"no she cut herself on her chest and i drank her blood." i said.

"can you do it to me?" finn asked.

"what change you?" i asked in shock.

"yes." he asked in all seriousness. i got up and grabbed my small knife and cut my chest. finn started to drink it and it lowkey turned me on. when he was done i wiped his mouth and kissed his cheek.

"you know, i couldve killed you and you wouldve been stuck in this hotel for all eternity." i walked to the bathroom.

"well you didnt." he smiled. "but how am i supposed to eat?"

"hunting or blood donations." i explained.

"so you just go out and kill people?" he asked.

"not necessarily. only bad people, rapists, criminals, etc." i said motioning him into the bathroom.

"i have so much to learn." he sighed.

"you do love but im here." i smiled.

"let's shower." he suggested and i nodded downstairs liz was talking with iris.

"she changed him, didnt she?" iris asked.

"we wouldve gotten a call if she didn't." liz said taking a drag of her cigarette.

"shes a fool in love." iris sighed. "but he is a nice man so i approve i guess." she laughed.

"we will get to know him, now if you excuse me im going to take her some champagne." liz said.

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loverabbitss · 4 years ago

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Bury Me In Bliss (Prt 1)

Y/N P.O.V.

I grew more and more upset with hearing my husband rant about how the resort we were staying at didn't have shrimp cocktails. Mind you we were on our honeymoon so all I wanted to do was relax and enjoy ourselves. But all that I have experienced has been him doing work as if he isn't on vacation and him complaining. It had me wondering if I had made the wrong decision, but I loved him dearly.

"I'm going to the pool to relax babe." I announce to him as I gather my things into my bag.

"mmhm yeah baby enjoy" he responds without even looking up from his laptop.

I glance at him after I've finished making my bag. He didn't even flinch to try to come with me; I roll my eyes. Work seems more important to him then our relationship, whatever, I just needed to get away from this atmosphere.

Walking out of the hotel suite we shared I feel the breeze of the nearby ocean hit me as I decide to take the stairs today. It gave me time to really experience life and indulge myself in it. Once I make it downstairs passing by the front desk the clerk greets me telling me to have a nice day. I smile thanking her as I set out to the pool.

As I start walking I find that I can't find my way to the pool even though I was following signs. I make a turn going into a secluded walk way covered by walls of wild flowers on each side. I stop pulling out a pamphlet I packed in my bag before I left our room. From where my location was it seems I wasn't far from the resort's pool. Without realizing it I was unconsciously walking and reading. However, soon I bumped into something or someone.

"Omg I'm so sorry" I quickly try to apologize glancing up.

"Are you lost babygirl?" She says.

Oh I was lost alright. I was lost for words, sentences, even a simple smile to be polite couldn't be conjured up. She looked like someone out of a movie, someone you wouldn't normally see in real life. Her jet black shiny hair flown down her back as beautiful tattoos dawned her arms. She wore a white bottom skirt and a black bikini top that her big breasts toppled over in. I had to snap myself out of my thoughts before I looked more weird just mesmerizing her.

"N-no I'm good thank you" I respond looking to the ground to avoid those strong brown eyes that seems to swallow me whole.

I look back to see if anyone is behind me because this walk way was pretty small and seemed to be an area that people would come through or at least for my bikini bottom's I hope so. Turning back around I prepare to scurry off to my destination, but when I look she is no where to be found. It was as if she was never there, more of a figment of my imagination. I chuckle softly to myself before continuing on my way.

Once I make it to the pool I smile at seeing families playing having fun doing, couples enjoying one another, and then there's me. I was all alone on a honeymoon that was supposed to be spent with my workaholic husband. Laying down one of the lounge chairs I find the prefect shaded areas. After prepping my areas I lean back with my glasses on reading. Lover's Delight, was the perfect book, two lovers from totally different background find love between a rock and a hard place. Oh and it surely helped that the intimate scenes were very detailed.

I got lost in the book and didn't realize it was time for the pool to close. How didn't I hear the sound of splashing and laughter diminish. Looking around there was only about two crew members cleaning one of which had yell out to me about them closing soon. I get up packing up sighing, it had turned dark outside so the resort had tikis lite around almost every area.

The sound of the waves from the ocean front that wasn't too far was so soothing. I was in paradise and yet my mind still wondered to that beautiful women whose accent sent chills down my spine. I shouldn't have such a reaction towards her, when I've never met or seen her a day in my life. My daydream was broken by a shuffling sound that raised the hairs on my skin and gave me goosebumps. I was by myself, stupid Y/N.

I started to speed walk as the sound got louder. Once I turned a corner there stood two big buff dudes that looked like security guards and a shorter dude in the middle. He was covered in a nice designer silk shirt with black slacks on with a tooth pick leaning out mouth. He reeked of coach cologne, which I only knew because that's what I bought my husband for his present, My husband! My mind switched thinking what he must've been thinking where I was especially by this time.

"Your going to need to come with us ma'am" his rasp thick voice cut my ears.

I clear my throat fear seeping into my bones.

"No, I have to get back to my husband. So if you will excuse me" I say as I try to walk around them, but then am blocked.

"I wouldn't refuse if I were you. See we've talked to your husband already he doesn't mind one bit for you to come speak to my niece." He responds walking closer to me.

"Your niece? Why would I want to speak to her?" I ask backing away slowly.

"Well it's not so much you wanna speak to her as she really wants to speak to you. Which I can see why" He responds reaching his hand out to me.

I look down at it, it seemed to be my only ticket out of this seeing as my prick of a husband allowed for this to happen. A divorce was so going to be in the works for sure. It all happened so fast, accepting his offer they whisked me away someplace unknown. But oh boy was it beautiful, light shined bright on the outside making the golden beige walls show. Gorgeous bright flowers spread across the land, which could have been easily an acre or two. We pull up to the brick covered curved drive way, one of the buff guards helped me out.

"Welcome home" The persistent uncle laid his hand out to the house.

I raise my eyebrow shaking my head.

"I have a home already and this isn't it" I slightly bark at him.

The smug look on his face spoke volumes about how he didn't like my remark. I could tell my defiance against wanting to come was eating at him by the shift in his demeanor. Instead of responding he just walks away and the buff securities give me a light push to follow.

Soon a man with more guards comes rushing towards him. Geez are they all buff here. This man looked totally different from the uncle. His skin wasn't covered in tattoos and compared to the uncle's olive complexion he was much paler almost as if the sun completely forgot about him. Clear glasses sat upon his button nose and he looked flushed or anxious to speak to the uncle.

"Sir D'Angelo, your niece has been waiting your arrival. She's been getting very upset since you left." He says as he walks along side the uncle or Sir D'Angelo I should say.

He sighs heavily.

"I apologize, I had trouble getting whomever this is to her to come along." He scoffs.

"Nothing, I'm nothing to her." I call out rolling my eyes.

It was bad enough I had to be here despite my stupid husband agreeing to this whole ordeal, but then I had to here this guy's mouth? Yeah no.

The two men started to drift off into a conversation about what seemed to be family matters. From what I picked up by listening is that this niece of his was the next in charge since her father has passed and apparently she is quite the talk of a lot of people. Apparently not though because I've never heard of her.

We arrive at the front door and the securities make quick work of opening the doors for the three of us. If the outside wasn't impressive then the inside stole the show. Antiques, expensive cloths, and delicate furniture surrounded the parts of the house that I saw.

"Ahh my guest has arrived" I hear a thick familiar accent, it can't be.

There's no way it was her, she was just a figment of my imagination. The way she disappear earlier was too fast for even me. I turn towards the direction of her voice and there she was, she was real. Clad in a black and gold silk button up that had two buttons loose to showcase her chest with white pants that made the shirt the main event she stood tall. She easily hovered over me and as she walked up a smirk covered her face.

"Hey there babygirl" she spoke again.

There goes that word again, that word that sent chills down my spine. Her coming closer to me took me out of my gawking stare with her. She smelt of a Acqua di Gioia.

"Hello" I respond shyly focusing my eyes on something else anything really that wasn't her.

"Thank you for bringing her uncle. I begin to worry you had gotten lost old man" she smiles joking.

He lets out a big chuckle, and for the first time since I met him he smiled.

"You picked a tough one Gaia, good luck my love. I'll see you in the morning." He waves his good bye going to the other side of the house with a cigar now burning in his mouth.

"Picked? Picked me for what?" I asked now snapping my eyes to her.

"You need not worry about that, come let me show you to where you will be staying" she responds grabbing my waist walking me towards a dim lit hallway.

Wine colored drapes covered the walls as family pictures were posted on them. I was so taken back by this whole place that the fact that all these people were strangers and I was staying in a house with them hadn't crossed my mind yet. Being in her embrace as she walked me to what I assumed was going to be my room chilled me. Her grip on my waist enticed something in me, something that made me wet.

"Here's were you will be staying" she said as she opened a big brown door.

Inside was a bed covered in black cotton sheets, tile that had designs all on them, a big window that led to a balcony with a view of the ocean, and dressers & night stands. It was beautiful, but it seemed like someone already stayed in the room even as it was made up.

"I'm not sleeping anywhere until I'm told why I'm here" I persisted turning around towards her.

Her smile turned into a frown and right there I wanted to kiss her, no you don't your married remember? Oh yeah

"I don't want you to have to worry your pretty self about that. I'll tell you everything in the morning I promise." She walks over to me bringing me into her by my waist.

"Whatever, fine" it was the only short thing I could think of to avoid stuttering my life away.

"You can wash up in there. There's already clothes set aside in there for you." She resumes.

Yeah not creepy at all.

I place my things down in a nearby chair, then goes into the bathroom. The all white bathroom was a completely different look than what I had seen of the house so far. The shower completely covered the wall and the doors were glass meaning anyone could see through them, the tub was in another corner and was big enough for at least four people. The counter had two sinks and a full wall length mirror.

"This whole house is big" I say to myself.

I start the bathtub because there was no way in hell I was taking the chance of someone walking in on me while I was in the shower. I was confident in my body but not that confident. Once the tub was filled I stripped getting in the warm water enveloped me hugging every particle of my body.

As relaxing as the bath was I had to leave it. I got out drying off, draining the tub, and changing into the pajamas that were set for me. They were light blue panties with a button up top and shorts. Once I finished I walked out to find Gaia in the bed reading dressed in a similar pajama set like mine, but it was black and the bottoms were long. I noticed a slight bump towards the top but ignored it thinking it was an bubble from the pajamas being too big.

"Uh are you in here to tell me goodnight?" I asked slowly walking over to the bed.

"No, this is our bed, our room, our bathroom" she responds patting the spot next to her.

"Our? I'm married. The only ours I know is with my husband" I say standing by the ottoman at the end of the bed.

"Yes yes, the workaholic husband who is too busy all the time to attend to your needs. Tell me Y/N when was the last time that you busted?" A coy look crossed her face and her hazel eyes buried into my brown ones.

I could feel the tension in the room build and the wave in my stomach starting to flow. I twisted my head side ways slightly in a questioning matter.

"First off, how do you know my name? Secondly, why does it matter when's the last time I busted? It's none of your business" I responded.

Her lips curl into a smirk and she raises her eyebrows.

"Oh I know everything about you my darling. But what I don't know is how you seem satisfied with someone who barely pays you any mind. Someone who flew you cross countries just to stare at him laptop all day and he on work conferences." She says coming closer across the bed to me.

I unconsciously move backwards.

"He is a busy man, he is the boss he has to know everything. I get my needs the way I have to." My breathe hitches when she comes chest to chest with me with my back against the wall.

Her soft hand comes up to my chin lifting my head up towards her. Yeah she easily towered over me.

"How's that?" She husked out.

I was speechless. Her eyes were scanning every bit of my face searching for a response and when my mouth was agape she chuckled slightly.

"See babygirl I can treat you so much better I can learn how your body reacts to my touch" she leans into my ear and her breathe makes goosebumps cover my skin.

Her hands roam my body making me twitch some. She shouldn't have this effect on me especially because I'm married to my husband no matter how inconsiderate and stupid he can be sometimes. Breaking me out of my thought was the feeling of her hand caressing my thigh.

"No no, this is wrong. I'm married I love him dearly and I shouldn't be doing this." I push her back slightly, which didn't work because she was stronger than me.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?" She looks down at me moving back some.

"I don't have to convince myself of something I know. Now if you excuse me I have to get back to my hotel." I refused to stay and get tempted by this oh so beautiful woman who at the moment I was ready to risk it all for.

Before I could reach to grab my bag she grabbed my arm spinning me back around into her. Her arms entrapped me in her embrace against her. Even after showering she smelled amazing like a rose garden.

"Your not going anywhere especially this dark and this far from your resort. Just stay and I'll show you what I have to offer." She said with a slight dominance sticking to her voice.

"Fine, but I'm leaving first thing in the morning" I respond wiggling out of her grip and over to I guess my side of the bed.

"Yeah we will se about that" she says going to her side.

We both get in, me scooted all the way to the edge of my side and her closer to the middle. She huffs seeing me turned away from her but besides to leave it be as it was so late.

*next morning*

The morning soon comes and when I wake up. I hear gurgles and moans, there's no way she is having sex in this room while I'm in it. I turn to see the bed empty and at the end of it the sight is shocking yet such a turn on. She was getting sucked off by some maid she must've had.

Her small grunts could be heard, but me shuffling in the bed made her look up towards me and put on a show. She started face fucking the girl who was enjoying being used as a example I guess.

"This could be you. I'd be much more gentle though and I have a feeling you'd enjoy this." She says picking up her pace fucking the girl's throat deeper.

I look at her raising my eyebrows to not give away the fact that she was right. I'd love for it to be me.

"You think using her as an example is going to turn me on or make me change my mind? I'm still going back to the resort, so you might as well save it." I reply getting out of the bed heading to the bathroom.

I freshen up brushing my teeth, which was really awkward considering she was face fucking some girl not to far from me and eventually came. I finished up washing my face, taking a towel I pat dried my face off. As I opened my eyes through the mirror she was looking at me with pure hunger in her eyes as she pulls up her pajama pants.

So that's what that bump was. A rod big enough to end someone up in the hospital, bigger than my husband I could tell you that. I blushed lightly covering it up with a clearance of my throat before walking out the bathroom going to grab my bag. She watches me this time and doesn't try to stop me. It was a bit disheartening because it was the opposite of what I wanted her to do.

I walk out trying to figure out where to go and stubble upon the dining area. A big wooden table was packed with breakfast; fruits, pancakes, biscuits, French toast, bacon, sausage, preservatives & jellies, coffee, juice, and tea. My mouth water and my stomach growled.

"I planned for us to eat something before we started our day. Though I expected it to begin much differently." Her addicting voice carried through the dining area.

I twitched a bit at the wetness building in my bottoms.

"No thank you. I just wanna get back to my hotel." I respond not sparing her glance.

"I would if I could darling" Gaia says.

"What do you mean? Just have the same security take me back, simple." I scrunch my face turning towards her.

"If you sit I'll explain, please Y/N. I'll feel much better when you eat." She nearly pleads.

I reluctantly sigh walking over and making a small quick plate with a cup of coffee.

"Now elaborate please." I say before popping a pineapple in my mouth.

She makes herself a hearty plate then of all the chairs at the table she sits next to me. Ironic. She leans back in the chair looking at me as if she was memorizing the way I looked.

"My family company has worked with your husband's company for years now. About a few months ago we flew in to have a meeting to introduce myself as the new head. I just so happen to see a lovely woman all hugged up on him before we all sat in the meeting room. Besides that we commenced the meeting and discovered how much work between the partnership needed to be done. So—" she stops mid story her eyes glued to my lips.

I look up at her waiting for her to finish her story.

"You've got something" Using a napkin she wipes my lip gently removing some dripping liquid from the fruits.

She clears her throat.

"Anyways, we started working on the partnership and the more we worked the more I found out about his beyond beautiful wife. I just knew I had to have you and when I found discrepancies in our partnership on his in I agreed to tarnish them if he made an agreement with me." She further explains.

"To spend time with me?" I question furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Of course and he hesitantly agreed saying he was grateful I didn't leave the partnership." She finished then dug into her food.

I however had lost my appetite and leant back in the chair. I couldn't believe that my husband agreed to have me damn near kidnapped just to spend time with someone who I have never met in my life. My mind was swimming, I couldn't process half of the information she had just given me.

"Umm excuse me for a second" I pushed myself away from the table, this time she didn't try to stop me.

I walked back to the same room I just came from walking over to the big window opening it a bit to get some fresh air. How was I supposed to take this? How was I supposed to approach my husband after this? I needed to talk with him.

I briskly walk back to the dining area. The table had been cleared off and she still sat drinking a cup of coffee. I went over to my bag searching for my phone. Once I find it, I see that I only have 5% battery, great. No missed calls from him, not even any messages. He already knew. I felt tears fill up in my eyes as I sit down defeated, what was the point of me trying to leave?

She sunk to her knees in front of me placing her hands on my thighs.

"Hey beautiful, your to pretty to be crying" she cooed wiping my tears.

I was to distorted to try to fight back or move away. There was no point anymore.

"How long?" I ask sniffling.

"How long for what?" She tilts her head like a confused puppy.

"A week give or take. Maybe forever if you let me in and let me be what he could never be" Her eyes shine bright in the sunlight that shone through the dining area window.

"You expect me let you in after a week? Especially after you just revealing all that to me." I scoff looking off in the view.

She shakes her head.

"No, I would want you to but I know it will be difficult to" Her thick Italian accent rasps through.

"Come on I want to show you something." She stands up holding out her hand.

I hesitantly take it. She walks me to an area of the house I had not seen. It was a very dull lit area, it had a very intricate library, a wooden desk and a nice rolling chair.

"It's not much but it's where I come when I can't think. When I need to get away from all this family business bullshit." She states as she runs her hands across her desk.

"You didn't choose it did you?" I ask inquisitively.

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meanhoeforcb97 · 5 years ago

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Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

Words: 3.3k

Masterlist

I'm so embarrassed to post this eYE–

Let me know if you wanna see part 2 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

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cbraxs · 4 years ago

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Warped [Time Warp Trio Fanfiction] - Chapter 13

Izzy didn’t pay attention to Cleo teaching her friends how to play Senet on the floor in the center of the room. Not that she needed to; her mom taught her years ago. At least she’d have some people to play with now.

She sat on her bed beneath a wide window overlooking the bay. Her eyes gazed at the dark water; the glittery flecks dancing along the surface reflected the gorgeous stars above. She'd seen stars before, but they were always a welcomed view (she loved New York but all the light pollution ruined casual star gazing. She'd tried searching for her constellation; Andromeda. It was hers on account she had a collection of moles on her back that resembled the star formation.

A sigh escaped her lips. Izzy’s mind drifted towards what happened in the boys’ room. She had no clue what she did to upset Jodie. She didn’t say or do anything, at least nothing significant she could remember. Was it because Izzy was an outsider, someone who shouldn’t get to time travel and didn’t belong with the trio?

A flick to her forehead broke her out of her thoughts. “Earth to Izzy. Helloooo? Anyone home?”

Fred stood in front of her with his usual goofy grin. Somehow he made his way to her bed without her noticing.

Izzy scooted over and made a spot for him to sit. “Sorry. I was… thinking.”

“No kidding, you were more spaced out than my brother’s eyes.”

“You don’t wanna learn to play Senet?”

Fred put his hands behind his head leaned back. “Nah, it’s pretty much chess with extra steps.”

Izzy tried to laugh, but it quickly fizzled out.

Fred frowned. “What’s up?”

She hugged her knees to her chest. “I think Jodie hates me.”

“What gave it away?”

Ow. Sometimes Izzy wished Fred wasn’t so blunt. “Y-you think so, too?”

“I mean… she’s kind of a mean girl, but she’s not that bad. I wouldn’t worry about her, she’s still getting used to me, and we’ve been friends for years!”

Izzy smiled. “Thanks, Fred. Still… I’m worried about what her and Joe were talking about.”

Fred shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. They’re just trying to fix The Book.”

“You’re probably right– wait, they found The Book?! When?” At Izzy’s outburst, the others turn to look at the two of them. Cleopatra screamed.

Arms snaked around Izzy’s throat and waist and dragged her towards the window. Izzy yelped. She grabbed the arms of her kidnapper and flipped them will all her weight.

It worked a little too well. The momentum dropped them both on the floor with a thud. The whole room wobbled like a spinning top. Thankfully, Fred was there to help her up.

Her cloaked attacker stood, glaring at them beneath the hood, seemingly unfazed. They didn’t cower, even when outnumbered.

“What’s going on?”

Joe rushed into the room, Jodie right behind him. They stopped in their tracks once they noticed the cloaked figure.

“Some creep tried to yank Izzy through the window,” Sam explained.

Cleo stomped towards the hooded would-be kidnapper, despite Freddi warning her not to. “What is the meaning of this, villain?!”

The figure reached into their sleeve and pulled out something small and wooden. In an instant, Fred tackled the assailant to the ground. The item flew out of their hand and shattered to pieces on the floor.

The hood fell and they all could see the person underneath: tall nose, proud dark eyes, and she looked like–

Cleopatra gasped. “Berenice!”

Izzy’s heart sunk. “What?”

“Crocodile!” Sam shrieked.

Where Berenice’s wooden trinket fell, stood a crocodile, slimy from the Nile. A normal crocodile was bad news enough, but this one must have had a gym membership because it was easily twice as big. It hissed and snapped at them with razor-sharp teeth.

Sam, Freddi, and Samantha, who were the closest to the beast, yelled and scrambled away, almost toppling Joe and Jodie. The crocodile’s eyes glowed with an unnatural human hatred, but despite this it wasn’t going after any of them. It was like a yapping dog on a porch: it insisted you watch your step, but was incapable of making you do so.

Izzy looked at the wooden pieces and the croc, and slapped herself for not putting two and two together sooner. She rushed to her friends. “Guys, it’s not–”

Berenice kicked Fred off her and grabbed Izzy’s ankle, sending her a quick trip to the floor.

Izzy drew ragged breaths, trying to get some air back into her lungs. Berenice pounced on Izzy and dug her knees into Izzy’s back. Izzy clawed at the arm shoved into her neck, but the more she fought, the more Berenice put weight on her.

Berenice held something above her, and Izzy stilled. She thought it may be a weapon… until it glowed gold.

Then suddenly, the weight flew off her. A thud, followed by Berenice spitting curses at Cleopatra. Cleo had lunged past the crocodile and threw herself at Berenice.

“No!” Berenice wailed and reached for Izzy. “He wanted you! He–” The item Berenice held glowed stronger and brighter than before. It enveloped the two of them before dying in a pop! And the royal sisters vanished without a trace.

The others stared where the two once were. The room was deathly silent compared to the chaos before. Joe was the first to speak. “What the–”

The crocodile snapped at him, and he screamed.

Izzy jumped up, “I-it’s okay! Watch.”

She approached the crocodile, ignoring the pleas of her friends to stay back. The animal turned on her, but Izzy simply walked through the crocodile like it was made of mist, kicking it apart like a sandcastle. “It’s an illusion.”

Freddi’s brow furrowed. “So this whole time it couldn’t have bitten one of us?”

“It still could’ve, but it wouldn’t have hurt.”

“There are bigger things to handle,” Jodie said. “Like, I don’t know, how Cleopatra just disappeared!”

“I-I–” Izzy rubbed the back of her bruised neck. “Of course that’s more important, but I had to let you know the crocodile wasn’t serious...”

“It’s fine.” Joe shot Jodie a stern look and stepped towards Izzy. “Thanks, Iz. Are you alright?”

Izzy nodded and slowed her breathing. She hadn’t noticed she was nearly hyperventilating.

A barrage of footsteps thundered down the hall. Two guards burst through the door, one Izzy recognized from earlier, Ahmose.

“We heard screaming!” The other guard said.

“Great reaction time, guys,” Fred muttered. Samantha elbowed him in the ribs.

Ahmose eyes searched around the room. “Where is princess Cleopatra?”

“Berenice took her!” Freddi cried.

His curious looked turned into a glare. “Berenice was here and all seven of you thought to alert no one?”

“It’s not our fault!” Samantha said.

“Yeah, man,” Fred added. “It was all so fast! She had a buff killer crocodile and a glowing piece of wood and then they crossfaded out of here and–”

Sam rubbed his temples. “You’re not helping, you’re not helping!”

Even if Berenice were here,” the other guard said, “how are we to know you weren’t working with her. You foreigners showed up just as she escaped.”

It was fair to be suspicious, Izzy thought, the timing was not in their favor.

“We wouldn't do anything to hurt Cleopatra. You’ve got to believe us,” Izzy pleaded. She looked from Ahmose to the other guard, trying to communicate her honesty through her eyes. The one guard wasn’t convinced, but Ahmose’s glower softened by a fraction.

He shook his head. “It is not up to me to believe you or not. That will be for the Pharaoh to decide.”

~*~

The guards carted the seven of them to the Pharaoh to plead their case. They begged for him to believe them, they tried to reason with him; if they meant Cleopatra harm, then why go about it in this way? But the Pharaoh was incorrigible. He refused to listen to anything they had to say. Fred tried to argue he had diplomatic immunity, but that only served to make the Pharaoh angrier. He had them sentenced to prison until he decided their fates.

Their jail cell was little more than a dank, damp hole in the ground. The air was dusty and hard to breathe, as if they were inhaling 20% dirt. The stone bed against the wall made the floor look like a better sleeping option.

There weren’t any bars covering the hole and obstructing the starry sky above. The view was more haunting than alluring now that they were at least twenty feet below the surface. Despite this, Fred was trying to climb his way out. He’d get about a third of the way up before losing his grip and falling– usually on Sam– scattering prison hole dust every which way.

“Can you stop that!” Jodie said after his third attempt. “It’s not going to work.”

“You got a better plan?” Fred asked.

Apparently not, as Jodie turned troubled eyes on the floor.

“Let’s face it,” Sam said. “We have no way out. If the Pharaoh won’t have us tortured for answers, then we’ll definitely be executed.”

“We could be drowned, impaled, beheaded, burned alive...” Freddi listed off.

Izzy rubbed her arms. “Burned alive?”

“That’s the one that bothers you?” Fred asked.

“The ancient Egyptian’s actually didn’t burn many people as a punishment,” Samantha explained. “They thought that destroying a person’s body would rob them of an afterlife.”

Joe threw up his hands. “Could we not talk about execution methods for a minute and figure a way out of here.”

“Wait a minute.” Fred turned to Izzy. “You can levitate us out of here, right?”

Izzy twisted an earring. “I-I don’t know if I can. I��ve never levitated myself, let alone another person, before. Maybe I could do one at a time, but we’ll get caught doing it that way.”

“Would it be easier with two of us?” Joe asked.

Izzy nodded, considering it. "Jodie, do you think you could help? I think we can do it between the three of us.”

Jodie twisted her hair around a finger. “Magic like that isn’t really my strong suit.”

“So you can’t do it?” Fred said.

“I didn’t say that,” Jodie snapped. “I just don’t do it. Kind of like how you have a brain but don’t like using it.”

“Oh, yeah? Well you don’t like–”

Sam, Samantha, and Freddi stepped between them before they got a chance to really go at it.

“I think you can do it!” Izzy said. “I mean, Anna told me the women in your family are good at magic and you’re Joe’s cousin after all. He picks things up pretty fast so I’m sure you can do it, too.”

Jodie smiled at Izzy, which completely caught her off guard. “I guess I can give it a shot. What do I have to lose?”

“Okay,” Sam said. “So we get out of here. Then what? We need to find The Book and save Cleopatra. Who knows how history will be rewritten if something were to happen to her.”

“At least we know where The Book is,” Jodie said. “I left it in the guy’s room.”

“Good going,” Fred snarked.

“If I had brought it with me, the Pharaoh might have confiscated it. Prisoners don’t usually get to keep their belongings.”

Izzy frowned. “If you had The Book the whole time then why didn’t we warp home earlier?”

“It’s busted,” Joe explained. “Jodie and I were trying to fix it.”

“How–”

“That's not important right now,” Jodie insisted. “Getting out of here and saving Cleo is.”

“How are we supposed to do that?” Sam asked. “We have no clue where Berenice took Cleopatra or why.”

Freddi wrung her hands. “Um, isn’t it obvious why she took her? I mean…”

She didn’t have to finish her sentence for the implication to be loud and clear.

Samantha shook her head. “If she wanted to kill Cleo, she would’ve done so when she had the chance or attack her later when we were asleep. Besides, Berenice wasn’t after Cleo. She was... after Izzy.”

Izzy’s fist clenched. She knew Samantha was right even before she confirmed her fears. But why? What would Berenice want with her? How would she even Izzy? No, Berenice said, “He wanted you!” So she was working for someone who wanted Izzy? For a blissful second, she thought it might be her father, but then a nastier possibility hit her.

“It doesn’t matter,” Izzy said. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind. “First thing’s first, we gotta get out of here. It might be easier if we all held hands.”

“Alright.” Joe offered Izzy his hand. Izzy reached to take it but Jodie was giving the two of them a weird look.

Izzy retracted her hand. “I-it's probably better if we spread out in a circle. To disperse the magic.”

“Oh.” Joe rubbed the back of his head. “Makes sense.”

The three of them spread out evenly among the group, with Fred on Izzy’s left and Samantha on her right.

“Now what?” Joe asked.

Izzy smiled a bit, despite their dower situation. “Now, it’s time for boring meditation.”

~*~

As Berenice feared, the man flew into hysterics upon seeing she hadn’t brought the correct girl back to him. He stomped like a petulant child who hadn’t gotten his way, waving his arms as he ranted.

“What is this, you incompetent buffoon? How on Earth did you manage to bring the wrong girl here? Did I not give you specific instructions? You had one job!”

“I had your girl!” Berenice. “But this,” she motioned in disgust at Cleopatra, bound with rope in the corner, “pushed me away once I had her. I can try again–”

“No. By now, the palace will be on high alert. The Pharaoh’s men will be–”

“They all will be looking for me!” Cleopatra yelled, as if she had any power to intimidate them while tied up. “My father will find you and we will have your heads!”

The mad man rolled his eyes and shot a green beam of light at Cleopatra with his cane. She slumped to the ground, limp and still; proof she was still alive was the shallow movements of her chest as she breathed.

“This is not the end,” Berenice said. “We can use her for leverage. My father will easily trade her for a worthless priestess.”

The man opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. He paced the floor, rubbing his chin. “Those warp runts are foolish enough to try and tell the truth,” he said to himself, “which will no doubt land them in prison. We need to get her before they’re all surely executed”

“What is this girl to you?” Berenice asked. “Is she... your daughter?”

Berenice winced at her impulsive question. But instead of the usual anger and yelling, the man was silent. He gazed at nothing with an amused look on his face.

“My daughter, eh?” His laugh made Berenice's stomach turn on itself and she wished he'd never saved her.

The man pulled an odd object from his cloak: a circle of wood the size of his hand, the decorative strings across it formed a spider web-like pattern. Three ostrich feathers hung from the bottom.

He grinned wickedly. “I can work with this.”

#time warp trio #timewarptrio #fanfiction #fanfic

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luckyjak · 5 years ago

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essek week: day seven

For @essek-week day seven: AU. In this case, modern AU

TW: Homophobia, tw: implied transphobia, TW: Outing, Brotherly Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, religious conservative family trauma, Mighty Nein as Family, boys crying about feelings, Modern AU.

most of the trigger warnings are implied not explicit but I feel the need to warn regardless

He’s late.

He shouldn’t have come at this point, but something keeps tugging at him, making him move forward despite the rain of the city and his general tardiness. Perhaps it’s the fact that he bought a gift that makes him keep moving, or maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t seen Essek in three years, or any number of reasons, but his feet keep moving, and he doesn’t stop.

When he arrives at the location his GPS tells him is the venue, he hesitates even as his hand is on the door.

It’s not a church, Verin thinks, smiling in spite of himself. Mother would have kittens if she knew Essek was getting married not in a church.

She'd have a conniption over the fact that he's marrying a man, too, of course. Not that she was coming to the wedding. No one from Essek’s side of the family was likely to come to his wedding, except for Verin, and it was that thought that gave him the courage to open the door.

At first, he wonders if he’s wandered into the wrong location, if he perhaps misread the invitation he received. But a quick glance tells him that, no, this is the right location. The planetarium looks like a garden exploded in it: there are flowers everywhere, and none of them match. But the chaos actually sort of works, aesthetically, as all of the flowers seem to glow with the night sky overhead.

He’s like, the only drow here, but the place is packed with people dancing and drinking. He tries to see if he can spot his brother anywhere, but before he gets too far there is a blue tiefling in his face.

“Hi!” She says to him, very bubbly. She looks like a princess, wearing a bright pink sparkly dress and a tiara. Across her chest is a sash that says Maid of Honor. “Are you related to Essek?”

He blinks at her, slowly. “I am. Is he, ah, still here…?”

“He is,” she bounces on her tiptoes, still grinning. He realizes suddenly that she is wearing matching pink converse shoes as opposed to heels. Another thing Mother would have a fit over, he thinks.

“Can I, uh, see him, or…”

He feels a large, rough hand on his shoulder, and he turns and finds himself staring at a very tall, pink haired firbolg. “We just want to have a little conversation, first.”

“I’m sure you are a very nice guy!” The tiefling tells him, still bouncing slightly. “But Essek said a lot of his family are dicks, so we just wanna check.”

“Yeah,” comes a new voice, and he turns to find a dark skinned human woman in a blue suit. She is also wearing a sash, although her’s says Caleb’s Best Friend Fuck Gender. “We just wanna make sure you aren’t here to start shit. Say something homophobic or something fucked up on his wedding day.”

A part of him feels warm on his brother’s behalf. The Essek he used to know never had friends who would stand up for him like this. He blinks slowly, and tries to find a kind smile within himself. “I’m not our mother,” he tells the three friends of Essek, and hopes it’s enough to convey his sincerity.

The firbolg slaps him on the back. “Good enough for me!” He points in the general direction of the center of the room. “He’s dancing with his husband.”

He wanders, for a little bit, but he still doesn’t see his brother. Instead, he decided to amuse himself by counting how many other people are wearing sashes like the tiefling and the woman in the suit. The firbolg is wearing one, too, he realizes, only his is on backwards; it says Made of Tea. There is a halfling in a yellow dress who has a sash that says Mama Bear. A half-orc wearing a ridiculous pirate hat whose sash says Best Captain. An incredibly buff woman with dark hair is dancing with a purple tiefling in a dress, and both of them are wearing sashes, too. The woman’s sash says Made of Honor (Also Guns) while the tiefling’s says Best Dead. The woman dips the tiefling as part of their dance, and the tiefling immediately cracks a joke in someone’s direction, which is how Verin finds his brother.

No wonder he couldn’t find Essek at first. He hardly looks like himself. Gone is the quiet boy who used to hide up in his room, or when forced out into public, hid behind several layers of thick robes. Instead he’s dancing in the center of the room, and the center of everyone’s attention, too. His brother wears a silk white halter top that sparkles in the starlight. Verin thinks it may be slightly translucent, too, but he’s too far to tell at this distance. His top is tucked into high waisted dark trousers with shiny gold buttons on them. Unlike many of the women here, his brother is wearing high heels, and more makeup than most of the women, too. He wears gold eyeliner and thick purple and blue eyeshadow, but it looks nice on him. Makes him look ethereal, which, Verin thinks, might have been the theme.

The man Essek is dancing with is half a head taller than his brother, and human, too, from the looks of him. He looks like a wizard, Verin thinks, which is sort of a ridiculous outfit to wear to a wedding, but it kind of works for him. He wears a long, light blue cape, robe thing? But the top half of it is sparkly, woven with silver thread to look like stardust. The man’s hair is very long and a vivid red, going down past his shoulders, but it’s been braided in an elaborate French braid, with bright flowers woven into his hair.

He’s also wearing makeup, Verin notices and grins. A light blue eyeshadow.

The song they are dancing to ends, and the newly wedded couple kiss, and Verin turns away immediately so he’s not looking at them, like they’ve done something embarrassing. Shame sinks into the bottom of his stomach as he does so, and he feels himself flush with anger and embarrassment. This is Essek’s wedding, he tells himself. There’s nothing wrong with him kissing his husband.

Why is it so hard to unlearn every toxic thing Mother ever taught me? Verin thinks, ashamed of himself. His hands grip the present he brought tightly, and he turns to try to find the gift table, to put what he brought there and then go home, and of course, that’s when Essek spots him.

“Verin?” his brother calls to him, so he stops and turns to face him. His brother looks so shocked right now, it’s hard to read any other expression on his face; Verin can’t tell if he’s happy to see him, or angry, or both. “You came?”

“You invited me,” Verin says sheepishly, although he knows that’s not a good excuse. They’ve not seen each other in three years. Part of that is on Essek; he left the family in a storm of anger and hurt, but part of it is on Verin, too. He didn’t reach out to him, even after Verin left the family, too.

“I invited the whole Den,” Essek says, gesturing around the room as if to point out the distinct lack of drow here. Most people are still dancing, but a few have stopped to watch his and Essek’s conversation; most of the people with sashes, he notices. “But they didn’t seem to make it.”

There’s so much Verin wants to say, then. He wants to say I’m sorry, he wants to say I was bigger and stronger. I should have protected you from them. He wants to say I’m trying to be a better person now and I should have contacted you sooner and it’s so hard, unlearning everything they taught us, how did you do it? And did you know Father died, the night you left?

But he doesn’t, can’t seem to find a way to make any of those words come out of his throat. The room is too crowded and too hot, so instead, he deflects. “Perhaps their invitations got lost in the mail?”

His comment causes Essek to grin. “All seven hundred and eleven of them, huh?”

“Seven hundred and thirteen,” Verin corrects with a gentle smile, his nerves vanishing with the familiar banter he’s missed from his brother. “Cousin Gwylyss’s wife had twins two years ago.”

“Those poor kids,” Essek muses. “I hope they don’t take after their father.”

“Oh, they absolutely do,” or at least, they did, before Verin left, too.

Essek practically doubles over with laughter, and when he stops laughing he smiles sharply at Verin, fangs poking out of his lips. “Did you know, Great Aunt Beszrima sent me a wedding gift? It’s just money, but it was still a surprise.”

Now it’s Verin’s turn to practically double over. “Did she really?”

“Oh yes. My theory is that the old bat saw the name Thelyss on a wedding invitation and sent money without looking any closer at it.”

Both brothers are laughing now, a shared joke no one else gets, and it’s so nice, he’s missed this so much. This connection, the shared past and the shared trauma. For a moment, they are just two brothers laughing at their extended family, and they can pretend that three years ago, Verin didn’t accidentally out his older brother to their religious, conservative family. That the fight that broke out between Essek and their father hadn’t turned violent. That, when the storm finally broke, both Essek and their father left, and the next time Verin saw their father he was in a casket, and he thought for years the next time he’d see Essek, he’d be in one, too.

His thoughts sober him up quickly.

“I’m sorry,” he says to Essek.

It’s not enough, it won’t ever be enough, but he doesn’t know what else to say. How can you apologize for not knowing any better? He was young and stupid and impulsive, but that’s not an excuse. How do you apologize for ruining someone’s life without realizing it?

But he doesn’t get the chance to say anything further, because Essek is doing something he’s not done in years, and hugging him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

He sobs before he can stop himself, and Essek is crying, too, he thinks, because he can feel the wetness on his jacket. He wraps his arms around Essek's back and hugs him tightly, sobbing because he feels too much.

“Enough of that,” Essek says shakily, pulling away. His makeup is smudged and runny, and he is trying, desperately, to stop crying. “It’s my wedding day. I’m not going to cry any more.”

Verin makes no such promises, and wipes his eyes on his jacket sleeve.

There’s a gentle hand on Essek’s shoulder, and the man he was dancing with earlier--his husband, Verin thinks--hands Essek a handkerchief without saying anything, although Verin can tell he’s been watching their exchange like a hawk. “Oh fuck,” Essek says, laughing as he blows his nose into the handkerchief. “Verin, would you like to meet my husband?”

“Of course. That's why I came,” Verin says, holding his hand out, wishing he looked less like a mess. “Verin Thelyss. Essek is my big brother.”

“Caleb Widogast,” the husband says, shaking his hand. The Zemnian accent is a surprise, but then again, Verin doesn’t know what he expected Essek’s husband to sound like. “Essek is my husband.”

Verin holds his head down, shame filling him again slightly. “I’m sorry I missed the ceremony.”

“It’s okay,” Caleb Widogast tells him with a soft smile. “Better late than never. We are glad you are here.”

“We are,” Essek assures him. He grabs Verin’s hand, and squeezes it gently. “I am so glad to see you again.”

Verin cries again, and squeezes Essek’s hand back. “There’s so much I’d like to say,” he says, his voice cracking as he speaks. “But I don’t want to ruin your wedding.”

“You wouldn’t,” Essek assures him, and squeezes his hand back. “You haven’t.”

“I think,” Essek’s husband looks around, and Verin notices suddenly that they are in a closed circle of people--all the people he noticed wearing sashes, the people who must make up the wedding party. They are circling them to give them privacy, he realizes suddenly, and he feels overwhelmed with gratitude towards these strangers who must love his brother so very much. “That perhaps, if you two wished to talk more privately, we could provide a distraction.”

Caleb’s Best Friend Fuck Gender whistles. “We are very good at distractions.”

Best Dead smiles sharply with his fangs pointing. “Something of our specialty, you might say.”

Mama Bear wiggles her fingers. “Chaos crew.”

“Go on then,” Essek’s-- Caleb, Verin corrects himself, tells them, squeezing Essek’s shoulder. “We’ll find you later.”

Then a firecracker goes off (where did that even come from?) and people are shouting and running about, and Essek drags his brother off to talk, privately, for the first time in three years, and it feels, a little bit, like forgiveness.

#critical role #essek thelyss #verin thelyss #shadowgast #my fic

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missmage52 · 5 years ago

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Maki Harukawa & DRV3 Disney’s Mulan AU

Okay so this is an AU I got the idea of a few nights ago. So if you’ll take the time to read this, that would make my day, cause I put a lot of thought into this.

Also if you like the ideas I put in this AU and want to draw and create fanart, feel free to do so! Let me know what you think of this AU I managed to come up with!

So I was listening to Disney songs and I was trying to match up DR girls with disney princesses out of boredom. I thought Maki would be a perfect Mulan and I managed to take the majority of the cast and pair them up with a DRV3 character.

Maki, obviously, would be Mulan. Both are strong kick-ass women and are often associated with gentle flowers. That, and Maki goes undercover as the Ultimate Child Caregiver while Mulan goes undercover as a man. So perfect match.

Kaito would be Li Shang, the main man who sings “I’ll Make a Man Out of You”, for those who don’t know his actual name. Because Kaito often talks about being a man and “trains” with Maki and Shuichi throughout the game. That and KaiMaki. Because that, in my own opinion, please don’t hate, is a really great ship. Not only that, but it could go both ways. Because at the end of the first Mulan movie, they end as good friends, which Kaito and Maki become in the game. But in the second Mulan movie, it starts off with them getting engaged. And KaiMaki is also considered romantic, like Sonia and Gundham.

Shuichi would be Ling, the really scrawny, skinny guy. Because both seem very awkward and are trying their best. And let’s be honest, Shuichi had to be one of the guys that are being trained by Kaito, let’s be honest here.

Ryoma would be Yao, the small buff dude. Because both have a backbone and are really short. And I don’t see Ryoma in a lot of AU’s, so I think he definetely deserves a shot. Or a serve. Get it? Cause he’s the Ultimate Tennis Pro and stuff?

Okay I’ll stop.

Chien-Po, the tall, large dude would absolutely be Gonta. Both are large and quite intimidating on the outside, but are real softies on the inside. Not only that, but they can kick-ass if they wanted to, but they don’t really like to.

Mushu would be Kokichi. Both have sass and a backbone and just as Mulan finds Mushu annoying at first, Maki also finds the supreme leader annoying. That, and both really don’t like their heroines. Mushu is forced to watch over Mulan by the guardians and doesn’t really like the idea at first, and Kokichi also really doesn’t like Maki. That, and both are small but come off as powerful. With Kokichi being the supreme leader, and Mushu’s all powerful scene when he is revealed to be, as Mulan puts it “a lizard’.

That and I can just imagine him calling Maki’s horse a cow just like Mushu calls Mulan’s horse a cow. “Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow-”

Himiko would be Cricket. I just imagine Himiko telling Kokichi off as cricket does throughout the movie and just being done with his bullshit. That and she would stick up for Maki a lot, and consider herself Maki’s Lucky Cricket. Or in this case, lucky mage. Since cricket believes his luck is real, and Himiko believes her magic is real.

Once again, I wouldn’t mind, in fact I would love to see some concept or fanart of this AU I have come up with. I will defintely try and draw Maki in Mulan’s fancy kimono that she wears in the beginning of the movie, but if you wanna draw something, go ahead! Let me know what you think of this AU!

#maki harukawa #maki #harukawa #harukawa maki #mulan #disney #drv3 #danganronpa #ndrv3 #au #kokichi ouma #kaimaki #momoharu #himiko yumeno #shuichi saihara #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi

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sassy-pelican · 5 years ago

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To Infinity: Part One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sadness, humor, time jumps, canon typical warnings, a bit of everything. You may not read this story if you are under 18.

1943

Although it’s June, you somehow still felt a chill. Maybe it was acceptance into the SSR as one of the few female agents they were willing to train. Maybe it was the thriller you chose to see earlier. Whatever it was, the chill down your spine wouldn’t let up. You pause when you hear a crash, a rather loud one at that. Usually just a raccoon or something you don’t pay it any mind.

“You just don’t know when to give up do you?” That, however, gives you reason to investigate. Another crash and you start to run, taking off your left shoe in the process.

“I could do this all day.” The small man, holding up a trashcan lid says, a lip bloody and wobbly knees topping it off.

“Leave him alone!”

“Or what, lady?” You look to the small man and shrug before turning to his assailant, who hasn’t noticed your missing shoe and hit him across the face with it.

“Ow! What the hell?” He glares at you, holding his cheek, lip bloody. I didn’t think I hit him that hard.

“You both are gonna get it now.” He steps menacing toward you, your still covered foot coming in contact with his crotch as he does.

“Hey! Go pick on someone your own size.” The blonds face lights up in apparent relief as the taller and much broader brunet kicks the other out of the alley. You don’t have time to react before you are being squished in a back breaking hug.

As much as you can, you tap the man on the back, arms still restrained by him, and he lets go. “Sorry. Thank you, Miss …”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Right, thank you.” He turns to the smaller blond with an exasperated look. “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.”

“I – she – we had him on the ropes.” You want to laugh, because if you hadn’t stepped in when you did, the poor man would have been passed out for his friend to find, but you don’t.

The man in uniform looks at the ground and picks up a piece of paper. “How many times is this?” He continues to read, and although you feel as if you are intruding, you can’t bring yourself to leave. “Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on your enlistment forms.” He pauses, only slightly. “And seriously, Jersey?”

The blond huffs but only looks up. “You get your orders?”

“The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.” You finally get his name, still don’t know the blonds but it’s a start.

“I should be going.”

“Come on, man. My last night! Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“The future.”

This time, you can’t help but chuckle. “The Stark expo? Heard there’s a flying car.”

“Really?” He looks at you funny and you realize you are still holding your shoe.

“Oh! Right.” As you slip your shoe back on you miss the glance from James and the teasing look from the blond. “I still don’t know your name?”

“Steve Rogers. James here,” he pokes the other man and he lets out an exaggerated humph, “goes by Bucky.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Bucky?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Long story.”

“You heading to the expo?”

“I might, why?”

“Just don’t wanna pretty dame like you walking home alone.”

“I can take care of myself just fine, James. Or was the loud oaf not enough proof?” You watch as his casual and flirtatious smile drops into a look of disbelief.

“Dammit! I though Stevie finally got a good punch in!” He looks at you, a different kind of gaze this time. “Think you can take my place as this one’s knight?”

“I can’t,” you look to the ground, not wanting to break Steve’s dream even more. “I leave in a couple days too.”

“Nurse?” Steve asks. You shake your head, but don’t offer him any more information.

“Come on Steve.” James – Bucky – looks back at you. “Care for an escort?”

“Don’t you have dates?”

Steve says no just as Bucky says yes, both of which cause the other to look at their feet. You laugh. “Hey! Girls usually don’t like guys who are tiny.”

“Not if they dress like that,” you gesture to his outfit, rumpled and far too big. “You can’t wear that on a date and expect a lady to want a second one.”

“What have I been tellin’ you Steve!” Bucky yells as the three of you begin to move. He mouths a silent thank you to you.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes.” Bucky answers before you can interject and try to force the truth out of him, subtly.

“It’ll be fun.” You reassure. “Hey, if it goes south, I can always offer to beat her with my shoe.” You joke, both men laugh.

“I like you doll.”

“And you need new flirty tactics.” Turning your head, you see him staring at you open-mouthed. “If a girl falls for that, she is desperate.”

“What have I been tellin’ you Buck!”

“So, where to boys?”

“We’re men!” They both yell as you sling your arm over each of their shoulders.

You were walking behind them, and subtly admiring the curve of James’ ass as they talk. Not much of their conversation interested you, after all, you weren’t looking for a loving lady to debauch tonight, nor a man for that matter. Steve, or as you have since learned, Stevie, wasn’t either.

“I don’t see what the problem is. You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there’s three and a half million women here.”

“Well, I’d settle for just one.” Steve grumbles.

“Good thing I took care of that.” Bucky replies, you can almost hear his smirk as he waves over the two women he had lined up for their dates.

“Hey, Bucky!” One of the women yells as he continues to smile. You want to laugh but manage to hold your tongue.

“What did you tell her about me?” Steve asks.

“Only the good stuff.” This time you manage to walk away before you let out a laugh. To Bucky the good stuff is everything normal women would hate, or at least proceed cautiously.

Quietly, you go to get a hotdog, knowing it will be the last one for a while. Foil covered grease piled high with various disgusting toppings you slide up next to Steve who is standing behind the two women and Bucky. You aren’t able to catch him before he offers his date a bite of popcorn. Even you are a little surprised when Steve seems unimpressed with the now hovering car.

“Holy cow.” Bucky mutters, and while you can’t see his face fully, you can guess there is a look that little kids so often wear: sheer awe. That is soon replaced with a grimace, and one of your own as the car crashing back down.

When you look to your side, Steve is walking away, heading to what you can only assume is an enlistment office. “Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls …” As Bucky turns around and only catches you with your mouth now stuffed full of the hotdog his smile drops. Wow, thanks James. I know this isn’t the most attractive look but piss off buddy.

Stuffing the rest of it, just under half you believe, into your mouth and trying desperately not to let any fall out of your mouth, you silently make your way in the direction of the enlistment office. You’re almost positive you can feel Bucky following you, alone.

A light tap on your shoulder as you pause close to the entrance stuns you slightly. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” A rather tall and buff man asks, an envelope in his hand.

“Yes?”

“This is for you.” He doesn’t stick around when he gives it to you, meaning it must be something other than bad news. The officers delivering bad news always stay.

‘Hello Miss Y/L/N, I am writing to inform you that you are to be my new apprentice. My name is Margaret Carter, but in time I hope you will call me Peggy. I had requested that any female agents be sent my way. Surprisingly, my request was granted. As an SSR agent myself, I hope to help you navigate the waters that were designed for men as I myself have had to do. You and I will be going to Camp Leigh to help oversee a program I cannot disclose within this letter. I look forward to meeting you Miss Y/L/N.

Agent Margret Carter’

You just held the letter in your hands, a smile on your face when a vaguely familiar voice cuts you from your stupor. “Ya man writing you?” Ah, the blonde that I assumed was Bucky’s date.

“Not quite. Just got my assignment.”

“Oh! That’s great! Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Dammit, she’s actually sweet.

“Hey, Sarge! Are we going dancing?” She yells. Well, there goes my previous assessment. Couldn’t she see he and Steve were having a moment, a meaningful conversation? Still you don’t move, letter still in hand.

“Yes, we are.” He yells, but you see him turn back to Steve. Just as you, and evidently the girls next to you, think he finally done and walking away he runs back up he turns back and salutes to Steve. The girls are quick to pull him away, but not before he sends you a pleading look, one you nod back to.

Seating yourself on a bench just outside the office, you reread the letter at least five times before it finally sinks in. You have your assignment, and it’s under another female agent too. The smile that hasn’t left your face brightens and you let out a squeal.

“You okay?” Steve asks, startling you, a smile on his face as well.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

You trail behind Peggy, she has insisted you call her that in private, as she eyes the soldiers who are eyeing her like a piece of meat. “Recruits, attention!” She yells, and even you have to say, you’re impressed. “I’m Agent Carter. I supervise all operations for this division.”

A man you identify as Gilmore Hodge via the clipboard the woman walking beside you is holding, interrupts her. Bad move Hodge. “What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria? Though I was signing up for the U.S. Army.”

“What’s your name, soldier?”

“Gilmore Hodge, you Majesty.” He mocks, and as you look up and down the line you spot Steve. Steve!

“Step forward, Hodge.” He does so, albeit with a slight confused look on his face.

“Put your right foot forward.” Peggy continues.

“Mmm … We gonna wrestle? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” You want to tell him off, but know you can’t, and you also know she has this handled. Unsurprisingly, she clocks him in the face, hard enough that he crumbles to the ground.

“Agent Carter.” Colonel Phillips says, eyeing the man on the ground, and you, suppressing a smile.

“Colonel Phillips.” She replies, straightening out her jacket.

“I see you’re breaking the candidates. That’s good!” He looks to Hodge. “Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention ‘til somebody comes and tells you what to do.”

Hurriedly, and with far more respect than he had for Peggy, he scrambles to his feet and into the line. “Yes, sir.”

You catch a glance at Peggy and roll your eyes, as subtly as possible and she sends you a small smile. “General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men.” You silently add women, but don’t count on that being added into the speech any time soon. “We are going to win this war because we have the men …” He pauses, only slightly when he spots Steve. “And because they’re gonna get better. Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an Allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week we will choose that man. He will be first in a new breed of super-soldiers. And they, will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell.”

As much as you hate to agree with Bucky, Steve really wasn’t cut out for this. He had the heart, but as you observed him, day after day, he didn’t have the body. Of course, it was much like you heard as you trained beside them, Peggy’s watchful eye on you and Steve. Neither one of you had said anything after finding out about the other.

Although the conversation hadn’t taken place, you could tell, in those first initial glances, that Steve couldn’t help but assume the army would rather have a woman than him. And as much as you had grown to care for him, those looks stung. But after you’d seen the glances he gave to Peggy, you decided not to take it personal.

“Rogers! Get that rifle out of the mud! You too Y/L/N!” Sergeant Duffy, or Dummy as you like to call him, yells. Yeah well, I would if I could Sarge, but you see some bastard whose masculinity has been threatened just kicked barbed wire in Steve and I’s faces, you think to yourself, wishing with everything in you that you could say it out loud. Sighing you look at Steve and try to wrap your hand around a smooth part. He manages to get through just fine, however you can’t quite go it all at once. Just as you were about to say ‘to hell with it’ and stand up, barbs and all, it is picked up enough for you to crawl through.

“You did it for me.” Steve says.

“Thanks Rogers.”

“Pick up the pace, ladies! Let’s go! Double time! Come on! Faster! Faster! Move! Move!” Sergeant Duffy yells, thankfully, you are able to watch this one from the comfort of the vehicle with Peggy. “Squad, halt! That flag means we’re only at the halfway point. First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter and Y/L/N. Move, move!” You can swear he mutters something obnoxiously sexist under his breath, and something even worse directed towards you.

Everyone is yelling as Steve is still analyzing the challenge. “If that all you got, this army’s in trouble!” Duffy yells. It takes everything in you not to yell back. “Get up there, Hodge! Come on! Get up there! Nobody’s got that flag in seventeen years! Now fall back in line! Come on, fall in! Let’s go! Get back into formation! Rogers! I said fall in!” You watch, along with Peggy, as Steve ignores Sergeant Dummy and eyes the pole. He bends over and pulls out the pin. No one says a thing as it falls, the thud cutting the silence, and leaving the soldiers with open mouths.

“Thank you, sir.” Steve says as he hands the flag to a gaping Duffy. As he climbs into the car next to you, both of you smile.

“Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!” Peggy yells. You want to give her a vulgar gesture, one ladies aren’t meant to know about, but refrain as she is your S.O. and your arms are burning too much. However, you are fairing better than Steve at the moment.

“Come on, girls.” Peggy mocks. You want nothing more than to wipe the smile off her face and so push harder, despite the protest in your muscles.

You don’t register the thud until the Colonel’s voice is yelling. “Grenade!”

Steve beats you and Peggy to it, both of you scrambling to lay on it. Even as his small and frail body is laying on the object, you see it, the strength. “Get away! Get back!” Steve yells as everyone waits for nothing. You spot the doctor eyeing Phillips.

“Is this a test?” Steve asks as he sits up, the dummy grenade still sitting where it was thrown.

As you begin to get back into formation you swear you hear the Colonel say, “He’s still skinny.”

That night a knock sounds on your door. Peggy stands from her seated position as Doctor Erskine enters. “Ladies.”

“Doctor.” You both greet.

“I have something to ask.” He sits on a vacant bed and stares at the floor for a while. “This is a lot to ask, but …” He looks up at us. “I was wondering if either one of you would be willing to be injected before Rogers. You wouldn’t get the full experience, no radiation, but I am curious if the female system could handle it.”

“I’ll do it.” You say before thinking about it.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good. Thank you, Agent Y/L/N,” he turns to Peggy, “you will be escorting both of them tomorrow?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Good.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Remove your shirt,” Doctor Erskine says, “I will be over there, the nurses know what to do.” You nod as you begin to unbutton your top.

As one approaches you with a needle you smile. “Penicillin?”

“Yes.” She eyes you. “How’d you know?”

“My mother was a nurse before she passed.” She smiles sadly this time as she pokes through your skin.

“You are being given exactly the same amount that Mister Rogers will be given later.” Another nurse explains.

“Sounds fine.” Although you say it, you are secretly glad that they aren’t deluding it; aren’t giving you less because you are a woman.

“We need to inject the major muscle groups.” You nod as various needles, far more than you care to count as shoved into your arms and sides simultaneously.

As you watch the blue liquid go leave the tube you keep waiting for something to feel different. It doesn’t. There’s a slight tingle, but nothing major. You don’t feel stronger, not really, and you most certainly don’t feel any bigger. “Is that it then?”

All the nurses are staring at you, open-mouthed as the doctor enters the room once again. You quickly pick up your shirt and begin to rebutton it. “Are you alight?”

“Fine.” You stare at him. “Was something … big, supposed to happen?” You ask him.

“No! No, nothing. Did you feel anything?”

“A slight tingle, but that’s gone.”

“Wonderful!” He eyes you a while. “You shouldn’t have any growth, as that is meant to be caused by the vita radiation. But if you do, please notify me. The effects should be finished within the next few hours. Although any negative ones would have presented themselves by now.”

You were sat in a corner, unnoticed by the many men looking on and wait for Steve, or as they would know him, the subject. As Peggy enters with Steve, everyone stops and stares at him. Poor Steve. He catches your eye and you nod to him, why you aren’t sure, but you do.

“Good morning.” Erskine greets, shaking Steve’s hand as a flash goes off. “Please, not now.” He looks to Steve again. “Are you ready?” Steve nods. “Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat.”

With cautious eyes you watch as Steve does what the doctor told him, and almost every rib is visible. Even as he climbs as in the machine, he looks too skinny. You don’t dare look at Peggy, you already know that she is thinking the same thing.

“Comfortable?” Erskine asks.

“It’s a little big.” Steve comments, and it takes a lot of restraint not to smile. “You save me any of that schnapps?”

“Not as much as I should have. Sorry. Next time. Mr. Stark, how are your levels?”

“Levels at one-hundred percent.” Steve seems to see him as you do, his already pale face getting impossibly whiter. The man that invented a faulty hoer-car is going to experiment on my friend. Shit. “We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, by we are ready as we’ll ever be.”

“Good.” He turns to Peggy, sending me a side eye. “Agent Carter? Don’t you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?”

“Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry.” You know the comment is directed at you as well, but you don’t move. You aren’t in the direct vicinity of the rays, and you refuse to leave Steve alone.

“Good.” You can’t help but think he says that a lot as he takes the microphone, tapping it a bit. “Do you hear me? Is this on?” He says to the group gathered to watch this. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace. We begin with a series of micro injections into the subject’s major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. And then to simulate growth, the subject will the saturated with Vita-Rays.”

You watch as Steve is injected with penicillin and stifle a laugh as he winces. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“That was penicillin.” He turns to the others. “Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one.” You watch as the blue liquid disappears into Steve, much like it did you. “Now, Mr. Stark.”

Stark lowers the lever and the thing Steve is laying on moves into place. The pod now upright, closes Steve in. “Steve, can you hear me?” Erskine asks after knocking.

“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?” Good lord Steve now is not the time for jokes.

“We will proceed.” Stark nods and starts to up the percentage.

“That’s ten percent. Twenty percent. Thirty. That’s forty percent.”

“Vital signs are normal.” A doctor comments.

“That’s fifty percent. Sixty. Seventy.” Stark is cut off by a scream. A loud painful scream from the tube. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Steve!” Erskine yells.

“Shut it down!” Peggy yells from the balcony before you can say anything.

“Steven!” Erskine yells as he knocks on the pod.

“Shut it down!” Peggy yells louder this time,

“Kill the reactor, Mr. Stark! Turn it off! Kill it! Kill the reactor!” Doctor Erskine shouts.

“No! Don’t! I can do this!” Steve yells from inside. He’s alive! That though should give you comfort but after seeing him in that alley, alive doesn’t mean unhurt with Steve.

“Eighty. Ninety. That one-hundred percent.” Everything overloads. The reactor shuts itself off. No one moves for bit.

“Mr. Stark?” He opens the pod and the Steve that is strapped in, isn’t your Steve.

“Steven. Steven.” He stumbles out, held up by Stark and Erskine.

“I did it.” You nod, although no one sees you.

“Yeah, yeah. I think we did it.”

“We actually did it.” Starks sounds surprised.

As one of the nurses starts to hand him a shirt, Peggy reaches out, and just as she touches him, pull away. Almost as if she didn’t realize what she was doing. Get it Peg. “How do you feel?” She asks.

“Taller.” He replies, looking around.

“You look taller.”

You don’t pay attention to the conversation between the men, you only focus on Steve. He doesn’t need you or Bucky anymore. Not physically. You may not have known him long, but you’ve gotten attached to the little scrawny kid that needed you. This man, he doesn’t.

Your legs don’t give out as a bomb goes off. You watch as a man, who you don’t know, uses the chaos to steal the last vial, Peggy hot on his heels. You run after her and feel helpless as she shoots at the car. You want to clap as she shoots the driver, causing the car to crash. The man manages to commandeer a taxi, Peggy still shooting.

He ducks, accelerating towards the two of you. You, even with the serum, have enough sense to jump out of the way as he gets closer. Peggy, she doesn’t. Maybe it’s your lack of weapon, or your still muddled brain, but you can’t seem to get into gear, not like you should. Besides, the public might not be too keen on a female super-soldier. Out of nowhere, Steve shoves Peggy out of the way.

“I had him!” She chastises.

“Sorry!” He yells, already chasing after the car. You laugh as he crashes through a window before continuing.

“You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.” You mutter to Peggy.

You had seen some of Steve’s ‘accomplishments’ from his USO tour, and you are embarrassed for him. However, when Peggy tells you she is planning a trip to see him, off the books, you tell her you are going. She smiles.

“Have a thing for Steve?” She asks.

“Hardly!” You laugh, thinking of that first day. “Not like you think.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Only if you’re lookin’ Peggy. And let’s face it, no one here is.”

“How did you meet him anyway. I never asked.”

“Saved his ass in an alley.” You smile at the memory.

“He mentioned a few times he had gotten beaten to a pulp.” She looks at you. “What did you do?”

“Poor Steve was getting his ass beat by some huge guy. He was even using a metal trashcan lid as shield,” you stare at the poster of him, “guess that doesn’t change.”

“Guess not.”

“Anyway, I ran up when I heard the crashes and beat the man with my shoe.”

“Always a classic.”

The two of you approach the man in question, hunched over something in his lap. You glance at it, a monkey. Steve. “Hello, Steve.” Peggy greets.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She continues to look at him.

“What are you doin’ here?” His eyes flit between the both of us, but I see the concern for Peggy there.

“Officially I’m – we’re – not here at all. That was quite the performance.”

“Yeah. Uh … I had to improvise a little bit. Crowds I’m used to are usually more uh … twelve.” You smile down at him sadly before plopping yourself next to him.

“I understand you’re “America’s New Hope”?”

“Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit.”

“Is that Senator Brandt I hear?” Peggy asks, and even you have to admit this isn’t Steve.

“At least he’s got me doin’ this. Philips would have had me stuck in a lab.” He says, dejected. You place your hand on his shoulder, trying in vain to comfort him.

“And these are your only options? A lab rat or a dancing monkey?” You eye the drawing, your heart sinking at the idea of Steve stuck in this. “You were meant for more than this, you know.” Peggy tells him, but when he hesitates, she looks at him. “What?”

“You know for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas and being on the front lines. Serving my country. I finally get everything I wanted and I’m wearing tights.” He sighs. The three of you turn when an ambulance arrives, wounded soldiers in tow. “They look like they’ve been through hell.”

“These men more than most. Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano. Two hundred men went up against him and less than fifty returned. Your audience contained what was left of the one-o-seventh. The rest were killed or captured.”

Both Steve and you pale and look to each other. “Bucky.” You gasp.

“The one-o-seventh?”

“What?” Peggy looks between our both fallen face.

“Come on!” Steve yells as he leads the two of us to a tent. “Colonel Philips.” Steve announces.

“Well, if it isn’t the Star-Spangled Man with A Plan. And what is your plan today?” You want nothing more than to lay him out but know you can’t.

“I need the casualty list from Azzano.”

“You don’t give me orders, son.” He mocks. You are boiling now, the lack of decent and basic respect from the man rubbing you in every bad way.

“I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the hundred and seventh.”

Philips points at Peggy. “You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy.” He doesn’t add anything.

“Please tell me if he’s alive, sir. B-A-R …”

“I can spell.” He glares at Steve. “I have signed more of those condolence letters today than I would care to count. But the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”

The news shocks you. You didn’t know Bucky long, not even long enough to call him a friend really, but enough to know that you wanted to know more. You saw the man he was with Steve, with the girls, and was good. You don’t hear much of their conversation, still absorbing the news.

“Yes, sir. I do.” Steve says You glance at the map he is staring at and see the marker indicating the men.

“If you have something to say, right now is the perfect time to keep it to yourself.” Philips says to Peggy and you bristle. So far, everyone has ignored your presence and you would like to keep it that way.

You and Peggy follow Steve and find him packing and changing into slightly more appropriate attire. “What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“If that’s what it takes.” Steve says sending a glare your way, you glare back.

“You heard the Colonel; your friend is most likely dead.”

“You don’t know that.” Steve grumbles.

“Even do, he’s devising a strategy. If he detects …”

“By the time he’s done that, it could be too late!” Steve approaches the jeep. “You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?” Suddenly, you feel as if you are intruding.

“Every word.”

“Then you gotta let me go.”

“I’m going with him Peggy.”

“Like hell you are!” Steve barks.

“Try and stop me Rogers.”

“I could.”

“No, I don’t think you could.” You respond, Peggy glaring at both of you, but nodding. Steve’s eyes widen at the realization.

“You were …”

“Yes.” You pause, debating. “Bucky asked me to be the new him, I intend to do that to the letter. I intend to do the same for him as well. Even if it means walking into hell with you just to beat you both to hell again.”

Steve nods throwing the bags around, making more room for you. Finally, Peggy really looks at you two. “I can do more than let you go.”

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