#lipstick smile. trust us to remember the guy said that & the connection will feel more powerful. anyway that's enough of that bcus

[sydmarch]

HUGE W FOR ANTIVIRAL FANS!!!!

I really hope the substance ends up being good bcus it'd be such a huge w for antiviral fans if so I mean:

[phoebe-delia]

Song number 79, please and thank you!

I'm really looking forward to reading all your stories because Taylor Swift is the best, as are song prompts!

Hey nonnie!! Thanks so much. Your song is "New Romantics" by Taylor Swift, of course. For this fic I have chosen to continue my little series called Androgynous, which features Draco, who generally uses he/him pronouns but has a nonbinary drag persona, named Tarasque, who uses they/them pronouns. Draco has a found family consisting of Pansy, Blaise, and a few drag queens (Claire, Cori and Silver), and they're all very close. Of course, he also has Harry, who is supportive and wonderful.

This will be a prequel, so Harry and Draco aren't together yet. This story--this series--is a love letter to the people who love us, support us and help us become who we are: our family. No matter where your family comes from or what it looks like, it isn't defined by blood, but by the ties you knot between you.

This series is, as always, dedicated to my own found family @moonstruckwytch @starlitsilvereyes and @apr1cots. Love you guys. <3

CW: homophobia

Generations ago, in ancient Galatia, there was born a dragon. Bred from Onachus and Leviathan, the creature lurked in treacherous waters, waiting for the right moment to leap out and strike, claiming men to feed its insatiable stomach. With sword-sharp teeth, poisonous breath, and a constellation of spikes across its back, this fearsome beast was the fright of man and the envy of demons.

They call it Tarasque.

Draco wiped the tears that spilled down his cheeks, his suitcase levitating behind him. The angry snarls from his father still rang in his ears, cruel and sharp.

"I'll not have a disgraceful poof for a son." Lucius hadn't looked at Draco when he spoke, the distinguished, aristocratic features facing the ancient walls of the Manor. "You have five minutes to collect your possessions and then you will leave this house."

So there Draco was, trudging through Knockturn Alley and avoiding the curious stares of those passing by him. It was getting dark, the western sun setting in the distance. He shivered against the biting, frigid air. He felt a rush of gratitude toward Pansy for letting him stay in her flat while he got back on his feet. He knew his mother, who'd come to her senses and left his father for a townhouse in France, would gladly take him in, but he knew if he left London he'd never gather the strength to return.

As he walked, he saw a neon sign out of the corner of his eye. "Deliquesce" shone in bright letters like a beacon in the darkening alleyway, beckoning Draco inside.

He sighed. He deserved a firewhiskey to calm his nerves.

He ended the levitation charm on his trunk and then shrunk it to fit into his pocket. He then walked along the cobblestone street and entered the bar.

A man wearing a tight red t-shirt and leather trousers looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"ID?"

Draco sputtered, searching his pockets until he found his identification card and handed it to the man for his scrutiny. The man pursed his lips as he looked over the card and then handed it to Draco with a grunt and a nod. Draco took that as permission and walked the rest of the way in.

The bar was dimly lit. A few tables surrounded a small dance floor and a stage. It was relatively quiet since the night was still young, but a few people were sitting and talking in hushed conversations. One person danced by himself to the upbeat song, uncaring of the world around him as he undulated his hips to the music.

Draco stood, stunned, until he felt someone bump his shoulder.

"Hey! Watch it--wait, you okay, hon?" Someone with long purple hair and a kind, open face looked at Draco in concern.

"I'm fine," Draco's voice was rough from crying, and he was sure his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes undermined his attempt at nonchalance.

The person's worried frown deepened. "Aren't you that Draco Malfoy kid?"

Draco flushed and turned away. "Not anymore," he croaked.

The person shook their head. "You're not who they wanted you to be, are you?"

Draco let out a shuddering breath. "No," he said, his voice tight. "I'm not who he wants me to be. I'm not his son."

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand gently take his own. "Come with me, kid, I think I can help."

They lead Draco into a back room. A row of mirrors and chairs lined the wall, as people chattered and sipped cocktails and ran around with wigs, half-done makeup, clothes, and heels. Draco blinked, stunned.

"What is this place?"

His guide smiled. "This is the dressing room. Not many people get a backstage pass like this but--well--you seem like you need some help."

Draco nodded dumbly and let himself be led to the person's station as a thought struck him.

"What's your name? Er, what do I call you?" He flushed at his own lack of manners.

The person smiled as they sat in their chair, patting the one next to them for Draco to sit. "My drag name is Nex Doughty, but my friends call me Cori."

Sitting down slowly, Draco nodded. "And um, I don't mean to be rude, but are you a man or a woman?"

The person chuckled a little. "Neither. I'm nonbinary. I use they/them pronouns."

"What does that mean?"

Cori shook their head with a small, amused smile. "I'll send you a few websites. For now, just use my pronouns right and we'll be fine."

Draco nodded dumbly. "O-okay."

"Don't be nervous, kid, you'll be fine. We're a family," they gestured to the other people in the room.

Draco's eyes widened. "This--this is your family?"

Cori laughed. "We're not related, but yes, they're all my family."

"But--aren't they your friends then?"

"Don't you have friends you'd consider to be your family? That you might even like better than your blood relatives?"

Draco let the thought linger for a moment. He considered Pansy and Blaise the siblings he never had, and it wasn't as if his Father had really raised him.

After a moment, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Cori smiled. "Then there you are." They leaned back in their chair and looked past Draco. "Silver! Claire! C'mere, I wanna introduce you to someone."

Two people came up to them, both with friendly smiles and expectant looks at Cori.

"Draco, this is Silver and Claire. Guys, this is Draco."

"Hi Draco, I'm Silver." said someone with red lipstick and short black hair cut in a bob that reminded him of Pansy.

The other person, who had short blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at him. "Good to meet you, I'm Claire."

Draco nodded. "Likewise. And are you no--nonbinary too?"

Silver smiled. "Cori's been a good teacher, I see. And I use any pronouns. Claire uses she/her."

"So--are you...what is this place?"

Cori smiled. "This is a drag bar. We're drag queens."

Draco's eyes widened in understanding. He'd only heard his father grumble about drag queens when he'd had to go to Knockturn on business ventures, and he'd been taught that they were "freaks."

With a pang, he remembered that, to his father, he was a freak too.

"Draco? Everything alright?"

He shook himself and looked back at Cori, whose face was set in concern again.

"I'm fine. Just..." he trailed off, taking in the sight of the three queens in front of him with more clarity. "Gods, you three are gorgeous," he breathed.

They all chucked. "Thank you, dear," Cori gave him a knowing look before tilting their head in thought. "You know," they said with pursed lips. "You'd look just darling in drag."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Silver nodded. "Totally. You have the bone structure for it."

"I can definitely see it," Claire added with a smile.

Excitement bubbled up in Draco's chest. "Er, do you think you could help me?"

Cori looked at the other two queens, who grinned and nodded in agreement. Then they turned to Draco and gave him a soft smile. "Sure thing kid. Stick around after the show and we'll try it out."

Draco watched as the queens performed one by one over the course of the night, his leg bouncing in anticipation. He was mesmerized as they captured the crowd's attention, dancing and lipsynching to the songs with practiced ease.

When the show ended, Draco and Cori sat at their mirror while Cori applied powders and liquids he'd looked at with curiosity on his mother's vanity. While Cori didn't let him look in the mirror until they were finished, he loved the sensation of the brush against his skin and felt himself transform into something new, yet familiar. As if something had been living dormant in his skin, just waiting to be revealed.

Finally, Cori looked at him with a satisfied smile. "There. Are you ready?"

Draco nodded, no trusting himself to speak.

Cori nodded and turned him around in the chair toward the mirror. Draco gasped.

He hardly recognized himself. His gray eyes were enhanced by thick eyelashes and his face looked thinner, more feminine. A dark wig framed his face and brushed his shoulders. The red lipstick was bright and striking with his features. It felt like meeting a different part of himself he'd never known could exist.

Draco started to understand what Cori meant, earlier. The connection to masculinity had faded with the makeup and wig, and yet he didn't quite feel female, either.

Draco felt fierce, strong. They felt invincible.

Draco recalled Narcissa reading him bedtime stories of dashing knights and magical creatures, but his favorite had been of a powerful dragon that had defended against attackers with sharp teeth and poisonous breath. Saint Martha calmed the beast into submission, and then villagers had stoned the dragon to death.

He'd lie in bed after she'd gone, wondering if perhaps the dragon had reasons to attack. Maybe the villagers meant to kill it. Maybe it wanted to be left alone. Or maybe that's all it knew.

When Lucius had kicked Draco out, he'd felt helpless and terrified of his own shadow, much like he had during the war. Now, the fear still lingered in the back of his mind, but Draco knew there was more to the world than he'd once known.

And maybe Draco could learn to be fierce, too.

Suddenly, Cori put calming hands on Draco's shoulders. "So, what do you think?"

"I love it," Draco said breathily. "Thank you."

"Anytime," Cori said with a smile. "I can teach you how to do this yourself if you want."

Draco nodded quickly. "I'd like that, please, thank you."

"Well, you'll have to think of a name for your drag persona. Of course, you can use your real name if you want, some people do that."

"I've got a name."

"Oh? What is it?"

Draco looked in the mirror, gray eyes sharp with a newly ignited fire.

"Tarasque," Draco said, not glancing away. "Call me Tarasque."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[luniellar]

Dessert - Chris Evans X Reader (One Shot)

Summary: You show up at your modeling gig and realize Chris Evans is the main model you will be supporting today. You think you are developing a connection beyond explanation, but is he feeling the same way?

Warnings: Not full on smut, but we get pretty close (18+)

Word Count: 1.7K

His eyes stared into mine as his fresh, but dark and musky scent surrounded the space between us. As much as I hated perfume gigs, cologne gigs I didn’t mind. There was something mysterious about male scents that was deeply comforting to me. When the bright flash caught his clear blue eyes, I couldn’t help admiring how beautiful he looked in person. Despite the platform box I was standing on, he still had another four inches on me. Click. He leaned closer, lowered his head until our foreheads touched lightly. I watched him intently as his eyes closed and my cheeks were greeted by the warmth of his hands.

I remember when a friend tried to explain the difference between a man’s hand and a boy’s hand during lunch one time. A man’s hand wasn’t necessarily soft or dainty, but it moved with a purpose. Wherever it was, it was there with a purpose whether that was to hold his woman’s hand or to hold the door for the elderly. The hand could speak emotions and communicate trust. Whatever that meant right? Well that’s what I thought until I felt him against me. His hand was a man’s hand.

I cleared my throat because it was so dry after hours of non-stop filming and he pulled away from me immediately. He dropped his hand and whispered under his breath.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I shook my head. This was definitely a first. As the sub-model on these shoots, I was just there to show off my physical features without the pros that came with being a famous celebrity. I smiled back meeting his eyes and he raised a hand to the director.

“Can I take a quick 5?” He asked and the director responded with a thumbs up from behind the camera.

I relaxed my tense body and he did the same. I didn’t know if he called for a break because of me, but hey a girl can dream. His team of make up artists and support staff ran over to Chris with bottles of water. He grabbed one and handed one over to me.

“Thank you,” I responded and he smiled. He turned to let his staff know that he was okay and didn’t need anything else. Did he really just call this break for me? I felt little hope blossoming in my stomach as I drank the cold water down. The coolness was refreshing and much needed, but it also sent chills down my body. How many hours had gone by since my last meal? I was starving.

The director of this shoot was known to be perfectionist and I couldn’t eat before shoots for obvious reasons. I still loved the camera and getting to spend time with guys like the Chris Evans was a nice perk. He was like how everyone described him, down-to-Earth, sweet, kind, and caring.

I walked off the set to drop off my water bottle and by the time I was walking back I felt Chris’ gaze on me. I wrapped the long, flowy ivory silk dress tighter around me keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Feeling better?” He muttered as everyone started getting back to their positions.

“Hm?” I responded back, meeting his strong face.

“You looked like you could use a break,” he laughed and I found myself smiling with him. Did he just confess to calling that break for me? I didn’t know how else to respond except to wish for the director to yell out more directions for us.

  “Oh- Wait,” Chris said as he stepped closer to me. “You have a small lipstick smudge here.” He pointed to a spot below his unbelievably soft looking lips. I raised my hand in response and tried to rub it off my face. He shook his head. “Can I?”

I nodded and his thumb grazed over my lower lips toward my chin. He put a tiny amount of pressure as he swiped across and a smile bloomed on his face like a little kid.

“There,” he said. At the same time the light flashed around us the familiar sounds from the camera clicked at a fast pace.

“Great! Let’s keep this going!” The director shouted and my face heated up in embarrassment.

I looked up at Chris who still had his thumb on my chin. He moved his hand to tilt my head towards his face. I kept my gaze on him as he looked down intently on my face. I followed his eyes as he admired each part of my face. He started from my forehead, met my eyes, and moved down to my lips that were parted. I felt his other arm wrap around my waist as he pulled me closer.

“Good! Hold this position!”

I held my breath as our lips were so close to each other. I felt his warm breath on my lips. I didn’t know if he could hear my heart that was thumping out of my chest. My cheeks were warm in embarrassment as we held each other's gaze for what it felt like hours.

Chris broke the eye contact and looked over at the director who clapped his hands together. “This is perfect, maybe we just needed that small break! It’s a wrap!”

Everyone clapped around us for a few seconds and started packing up all the equipment and gear. Chris moved his arm and pulled away from me. I stood there frozen still trying to take in that the shoot was a wrap. He held his hand out which I naturally took to step down from the platform.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Thank you for a great photoshoot today,” he responded back. I nodded in agreement. I was too dumbfounded to say anything else back. Was it bad if I wanted to ask him if he wanted to grab some dinner with me? I didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Well,” Chris cleared his throat. “I will see you around then?”

I nodded back hiding my disappointment. Just say something. Anything.

“Good luck on your next projects,” I responded genuinely. I turned my back and started my way back to my changing room with the trail of the dress tailing me. I didn’t know why I didn’t say anything back. I felt a connection unlike any other and I knew he felt the same. But it was the what if. I would end up in his books as another no name who couldn’t handle the thirst for fame. That was going to be detrimental to everything I worked to get here.

Once I got to my changing room, I closed the door behind and started packing my belongings. In a matter of minutes I threw everything into my weekender bag and the only thing left was to change out of the dress. I managed to pull the side zipper down when there was a soft knock on my door. Holding the dress together with my hands I opened the door just enough my head could poke out.

I was greeted by a large chest at my eye level that I followed up to see a familiar smile.

“Chris?” I blurted out in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me your name before? I had to knock through all these changing rooms to find yours.”

I stared back at him speechless.

“Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner together.”

“Huh?” My brain was clearly having a hard time processing everything happening. Chris comes knocking on my changing room to ask for dinner together?

“I thought it was worth a shot. I didn’t expect you to walk off like that.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I would love to have dinner with you.”

His smile lit up his face as he exhaled a sigh of relief. “And sorry about catching you in the middle of changing.” He eyed my dress that I was doing a poor job of holding up to cover myself up.

“Oh? Oh! Oh my gosh!” I said back as I covered up my cleavage. “Sorry you had to see that, but yes to dinner.”

His face changed as he looked back at me. His blue eyes lit up as he held up the door with one hand. “I know I shouldn’t, but you are so fucking perfect.” In one push, he made his way through the door and shut it behind him. His body was in between the door and mine.

He reached for my face and I tiptoed to help meet his lips. Our lips pressed together softly and quickly picked up force as he kissed back hard. Our breath fought to steal from each other. His arms held on to me and pulled me up towards him. The closer distance made it easier for his tongue and mine to explore each other. By the time one of us pulled away, my dress was completely off my upper half and barely hanging on to cover my bottom half by my hips.

“I wanted to do so badly to you all day, Y/N.” He said as he was catching his breath.

As I was trying to pull my dress up again, his hands wrapped around mine holding them in place. “You are so beautiful, why are you trying to cover yourself up?”

My face couldn’t get any hotter. I blushed hard as I couldn’t keep my eye contact. “Chris, I literally met you for the first time today and now I’m literally half naked.”

He rolled his eyes at me playfully. “It’s like you read my mind on how I like my woman. Half naked on the first day. But, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. This is just additional perk I’m enjoying.”

I looked at him with a doubtful face and he buried his face into the nook of my neck. “I wanted to do this too. Trust me or not, I know how I feel for you and it’s not like anything else I felt.” He kissed my neck and moved down to my collarbone.

“How do you feel about dessert before dinner?” He asked.

“Chris!” I laughed and he looked up at me.

“I’m just kidding, but we are definitely going to go for ice cream after dinner today. Real dessert after that.” He nudged me and I shook my head.

“I’m making sure to grab my serving too, then.”

“Only if you let me go for seconds.” Chris helped to pull my dress up like a gentleman. “Now, cover that up. I don’t want other people staring at my dessert during dinner.”

[persephonewritessometimes]

Never Gonna Live That Down

Summary: You have to go undercover as a stripper for a case, and Hotch finally cracks and has to tell you how he feels - or more like, show you how he feels.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 1758

Warnings: Strip Clubs, description of lingerie, some cursing, violence

Key: y/n = your name; y/h/c = your hair color; y/e/c = your eye color

“Are you crazy? No, no way!” Hotch practically shouted at Morgan.

“Hotch, she’s the best shot we have at catching this guy. She fits the victimology perfectly - y/h/c, y/e/c - come on, we have to.” Morgan said, crossing his arms and looking at you. “If you’re okay with it, of course.”

You startled before saying, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.” You glanced at Hotch who was glaring at you and clenching his jaw so heard you feared he would break it. “Morgan’s right, Hotch.”

“He may be right but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“If JJ or Prentiss matched the victimology you’d put them in the field - why am I any different?” You challenged him. He simply averted his eyes before saying,

“Fine. I’ll go talk to the club owner.” He turned and walked away, leaving you with Morgan.

“That was weird.” You muttered under your breath.

“You know why he’s like that, right?” You looked at him confused, and Morgan just chuckled and shook his head, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It was no secret that you had feelings for Aaron Hotchner, but with him being your superior and constantly looking like he was in a pissy mood, you tried your best to push those feelings deep down. You rolled your shoulders and headed back to the hotel to get ready for your night working at the club.

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“Y/N?” Prentiss’ voice said through the door as she knocked. “You almost ready?”

“Yeah just one second! You can come in if you want.” You said as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You stepped back and looked at yourself in the mirror, finally satisfied with your lipstick. You had settled on a black lacy set, with a top so small and sheer it was a wonder that it even fit, and a matching thong that made your butt look great.

“Oh my god.” Prentiss said, as she caught a glimpse of you in the bathroom.

“What do you think?” You grinned, giving her a little spin.

“I-, uh, just wow.” She said, eyes wide.

“Thanks!” You said as you pulled on your coat - it feel to your knees, providing some protection from the biting Montana winter air, and provided some modesty.

“Where’d you even get lingerie like that?” Prentiss questioned, ushering you out of your hotel room.

“I have my secrets.” You said, giving her a small smile. The truth was you had been a dancer for several years before joining the Bureau. It had paid the bills, put through college, and you enjoyed your coworkers.

You and Prentiss met JJ in the lobby and the three of you headed outside to get into one of the unmarked cars waiting in the valet area.

“We good to go?” Hotch asked from the front seat as you jumped in the car and buckled. You smiled and gave him a thumbs up, and he started the car.

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“Now remember, you just have to captivate the unsub enough to get him to leave the club. Take him around back, and Spencer and Morgan will be there ready to catch him when he tries to attack you. JJ and Prentiss are bartending, keeping their eyes peeled for this guy and I’ll be backstage watching too.”

“I know, Hotch. We’ve gone over this like ten times already.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. He pursed his lips and you turned away, unzipping your coat and sliding it off. You heard a sharp intake of breath behind you and blushed furiously. “I’m going to go wait backstage.” You said, glancing over your shoulder.

“Yeah, uh, sounds good.” Hotch said, his voice strained, eyes desperately looking for something to focus on other than you. You grabbed your heels and made the short walk backstage before slipping on your shoes and bending down to fasten them. One of the buckles was being stubborn and you struggled with it before hearing, “Let me get that.” You looked up to see Hotch standing in front of you.

“Thanks.” You said, standing back up, a smile on your face. He crouched in front of you and buckled your shoe with ease. He looked up at you, grinning, and said,

“Got it.” Butterflies started swirling in your belly as you gazed down at him. In your heels he was eye level with your very flimsy underwear, and you watched as his eyes traveled away from yours and down your body. His hands rested on your thighs as if they had just acted out of instict. His eyes darkened as they traveled south, and then he suddenly stood up as if he had just realized what he was doing. Even in your heels he still had a couple inches on you. You were about to say something when the first notes of your song started blasting through the speakers.

“Excuse me.” You said quietly, moving past him to strut out on stage grabbing the pole just as the lyrics started. You moved through the routine with ease, trying to not let the thoughts inside your head show on your face. You glanced back at Hotch once, giving him a wink as you slid into the splits and started twerking. He chuckled at that before turning bright red.

Your song started coming to end when you heard Prentiss in your earpiece, “Y/N, don’t look now but I think our unsub is staring right at you. Three o’clock.” You finished up your set and gave a dramatic bow, giving everyone in the club a generous view of your chest. With a sassy smirk, you sashayed down the stairs off the stage and in the direction Prentiss said.

“Hey there gorgeous.” The man said, grinning at you. You smiled back even though you felt your stomach twist - this man had already dismembered three strippers and he was looking at you like you were his next meal.

“Hey handsome.” You said, dropping your voice to a husky purr. “Whaddya say we go outside?” You looked at him through your eyelashes and the man’s grin got wider.

“Sure thing princess.” The man hurriedly pushed himself out of the chair and followed you outside. “Here ya go,” he said, sliding his jacket around your arms.

“Oh, thank you.” You walked out the front door of the club before saying, “Want to go around back? There’s never anyone back there at this time.” He already knew that. It was how he’d gotten away with the first three murders. He smiled and nodded, following you around the club. Your heels sounded like gunshots on the concrete as you quickly walked around back. You had just turned around when his fist connected with your face - but Morgan and Reid weren’t there to protect you. “What the fuck?” You shouted, stumbling backwards on your heels, clutching your face.

“Dirty fucking whore.” The man growled, lunging at you. You stepped back just in time to miss his hands, but he connected with your midriff, knocking you backwards onto your ass. Your adrenaline kicked in and you grabbed at his hair, pulling it as hard as you could. The man roared and pulled back and you ran your nails down his face before winding up your arm and punching him right back. The man fell backwards onto his back and you straddled him just as Hotch ran through the back gate. You punched the man again and spat,

“That’s for all the women you killed.”

“FBI, don’t move!” Hotch shouted at the man, as Prentiss and JJ darted around him to help you up. Hotch cuffed the man, the anger rolling off him in waves.

“You okay, Y/N?” JJ asked, and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your face was throbbing and your butt stung - it had probably been cut open when you fell on the asphalt. “Come on, let’s get you checked out.”

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You sat in the back of the EMS, a blanket around you but it did barely anything to ward off the cold.

“Hey.” You heard a voice say to your left.

You turned and said wearily, “Hey Hotch.” He sat next to you in the EMS, awkwardly looking down on his hands.

“He somehow managed to chloroform Reid and Morgan. Y/N, I am so sorry.” Hotch said, finally looking up at you.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“You would have never been hurt if I had just refused to let you lure the unsub back there.”

“But then we may have never caught him.”

“It’s not worth you getting hurt.” You paused - you didn’t have anything to say to that. A minute or so passed in silence before Hotch said quietly, “You’re surprisingly good at pole dancing.”

You looked at him, surprised that he would even say that. You laughed and said, “Well I did have a job before I came to the Bureau,” giving him a sly look. His eyes widened a little.

“You were a stripper?”

“Yup.”

“Huh.” Both of you were quiet again before Hotch said, “You must be freezing, here, take my coat.” He shrugged off the coat he was wearing and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You sighed, letting the blanket fall of your shoulders and hastily pulling his coat on. It smelled like him - Irish Spring and mint gum. You cuddled down into it and looked over at him - he was smiling at you. You started, “What are you smiling at?”

“You.” Hotch said, then his face blanched as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You suddenly forgot how to breathe as you stared at him. “Er, um, well...” You barely had time to react as he grabbed your face and kissed you. You kissed him back eagerly, one hand grabbing his shirt, the other resting on his shoulder.

He pulled away and looked deep into your eyes, not letting go of your face. You grinned at him and he smiled back.

“Oh my god, finally!” Morgan shouted, and you both looked over to see the rest of the team standing about ten feet away, having been watching you behind a cop car the whole time.

“Well, we’re never going to live that one down.” Hotch said, looking back at you.

“You should probably kiss me again, then.” You said, using the hand that was gripping his shirt to pull him back to you, lips colliding again.

“Get a room!” Morgan shouted again, and you felt Hotch smile against your lips.

[brattyfics]

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Daya Galindo [Black OC]

Word Count: 4,681

Synopsis | Masterlist

Chapter One

On the last leg of a week-long trip to San Diego, Daya Galindo did her best to remain engaging, open, and approachable.

Along with thirty other members of San Diego’s elite inner circle, she occupied one Petco Park’s most expensive and exclusive Skyboxes. Many of her nights were spent in the same Skybox attending the Padre’s baseball games.

This time, however, the Skybox has been transformed into a ballroom of sorts. Several circular tables were spaced out in the large room, eight chairs provided at each. Simple but elegant centerpieces decorated the tables.

The $10,000 a night Skybox opened up to the empty stadium on one side, and a breathtaking view of San Diego’s skyline on the other side. The sliding floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, and Daya found herself missing the fresh air she enjoyed on game days.

Most attendees remained inside, adding to the suffocating feeling in her chest.

Her husband, commercial real estate mogul and serial entrepreneur, Miguel Galindo, was one of the few people outside on the brick terrace. He used the balcony to take a private call.

“You look so pretty!” Marcy Stevens, the wife of a potential business partner, complimented Daya in a chipper tone.

An eight-hundred dollar silk cocktail dress stopped just above her ankles. An equally expensive pair of nude heels complimented the deep red of her dress. The front was designed to cover her breasts, giving the illusion of modesty while the fabric hugged her curves, outlining her shape. Thin straps were tied intricately on the back of the low cut dress. The ensemble was on-brand for Mrs. Galindo, a perfect balance between sexy and classy.

The big, springy curls that framed her heart-shaped face, bunching around the top of her shoulders, were also on brand. Her makeup was done simply, shades of brown and gold to complement her features.

Marcy was right. She did look stunning.

Regardless, Daya did her best to appear humbled by the compliment. It wasn’t that she was cocky or arrogant. The truth was she had become numb.

“You too! I love your lipstick. What shade is it?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure.” The middle-aged woman considered it for a moment before ruffling through her compact.

With a bright smile, she held the tube of lipstick up victoriously. She passed it over to Daya to inspect.

After pretending to take note of the brand and shade in her mind, she passed the tube back to Marcy. “Thank you.”

She couldn’t care less what shade of lipstick the woman wore, but the name of the game was flattery. Fundraising galas, country club banquets, and art exhibits had all become a blur of polite one-liners one after the other.

“It’s so nice to see you.” She lied even when it wasn’t.

“We have to have dinner and drinks soon.” She said to be polite, even when she’d rather not spend her time discussing the newest fashion releases with bored housewives.

“How are the kids?” She asked, although she had no interest in listening to parents ramble on about how great their mediocre children were.

“I love your dress. Who designed it?” Chances were she didn’t care.

A lively buzz of murmurs was standard for these events. Conversations flowed as freely as the champagne. Whether it was to foster relationships or just pass the time, people desperately spewed out the words like they would die if they couldn’t get it all out.

The constant chatter annoyed her, but Daya was able to connect with almost anyone on some level.

She knew a little bit about a lot of things, so conversations about sports, stock-trading, or even spa treatments were right up her alley. She never would have imagined herself as the type of woman to participate in meaningless conversations daily, but alas, she was. Her experience as a member of California’s high society was a far cry from her upbringing.

Daya Galindo was born Dayana Sims inside a community hospital in Hawthorne, California. Her mother, Denise Sims, settled in Cali sometime during her pregnancy. Denise didn’t talk about her life before Daya much. Her daughter knew almost nothing about her mother’s family or her reasons for moving to California. She didn’t even know her dad!

Daya was as inquisitive as any kid. She often wondered about him—who he was, what he looked like, where he lived, and if he ever thought about her. Her mother shut down any questions about him. The answer was always ‘stay in a child’s place’ or ‘grow up and let it go’. That was her mother’s response to anything uncomfortable, and inadvertently she taught her daughter to shrink herself to avoid conflict.

It was one of many bad habits that years of expensive therapy hadn’t completely fixed.

Denise had also taught her daughter to not form attachments. They moved around a lot when Daya was young. Most times it was only a few cities over, but each time she left someone behind. There was no explanation for why. That’s just how it was. She made it through her teens and early twenties without feeling the need to set down roots.

Her husband, Miguel, changed that.

On paper, Miguel Galindo was everything any woman would want in a husband. He was wealthy, smart, handsome, and charming when he wanted to be.

An honors graduate of Stanford, he quickly established a name for himself in business. Fresh out of college, he moved to New York and started a career in luxury real estate. From there, his interests transferred to commercial properties, and thus the entrepreneur in him was born. Miguel now owned successful businesses on both the East and West Coast.

When Daya met Miguel, he was new to Santo Padre and adjusting to his new lifestyle. The man who raised him died, and his mother, Dita was a wreck. Miguel vividly remembered the sounds of Jose beating Dita a room over, and the way he viciously chose his words to cut her down. Everyone thought she would be excited to start the next chapter of her life without him, but Dita took his death the hardest.

Becoming the man of the family meant his own complicated relationship with Jose was put on the back burner. His mother needed him, and the family business desperately needed tending to.

As the couple’s only child, he was the obvious heir. Regardless of his feelings about it, it was inevitable. Miguel’s future had been decided before he was even born.

Through the crystal clear glass, Daya watched Miguel’s face contort in annoyance. With a quick wave of his hand, he gestured for his head of security, Nestor Oceteva, to join him at his side. A few words were uttered between them before they were making their way inside. She expected Miguel to rejoin her at the table, but instead, he made a beeline for the elevators.

She was a little concerned, but not alarmed. If anything had gone seriously wrong, Miguel would be by her side, excusing them for the evening. He probably just needed more privacy.

Daya stepped up in his absence, focusing on the Stevens’ project in front of her.

Tom Stevens was Marcy’s husband and the owner of a chain of hotels in downtown San Diego. Property value in San Diego was higher than ever and steadily increasing, which made the hotels a worthy addition to Miguel’s portfolio.

An epiphany inspired Tom. He was passionate about the hotels because he built them from the ground up, but he realized his passion was better suited for home.

Marcy was a forty-something widower who decided to give love another chance with Tom. He was ten years her senior and even more unlucky in love, but he didn’t let his previously failed relationships stop him from trying again. The couple were newlyweds, and it showed with the way they giggled and grinned at each other every few seconds. It was cute watching them interact like love-struck teenagers.

Daya and Miguel had their moments, of course, but what they had was much different than the Stevens’. The young couple had gone through their rough patches and made it out on the other side, but the newlywed glimmer was definitely gone. Tom and Marcy were still open to each other and hopeful for the future. Willfully naive in Daya’s opinion.

No, what she and Miguel had was much more complicated. Neither of them trusted anybody completely, even themselves.

In between light conversation, she admired the night sky. In the distance, she could see the top of their hotel. It would be at least another hour before she could go back there, sinking into the king-sized mattress for the night. The Egyptian cotton sheets were calling her name.

“I was out in Brawley the other day, and I saw some of your signs up. What are you guys working on out there?”

If she remembered correctly, it was Luke that was speaking to her. Daya turned in her chair to face him as she responded.

Mama always said, “A woman’s work is never done.”

Another fifteen minutes passed before Miguel rejoined them, the vein in his forehead also present and in attendance.

Daya took a quick glance over her shoulder in search of Nestor. He wore a similar expression, confirming her suspicions.

They hadn’t resolved the problem.

Her hand found her husband’s thigh, softly stroking the strong muscle through his slacks. They sat close enough to the table that the movement was hidden. She smiled at him innocently when his eyes found hers for a second, a clear warning behind them.

A young woman with toffee-colored skin, and a short coiled Afro, approached the table, introducing herself as Eva.

Daya scanned her slim frame in the bright green dress she wore while Marcy explained how they met. Seven months ago, while volunteering at Skid Row, apparently.

Tom stood to offer Eva his seat, hand resting on the back of Marcy’s chair.

Eva talked about her non-profit organization, speaking passionately with her hands about what needed to be done to eradicate poverty. She shared her personal experience with homelessness, and how it shaped her life.

The expression on everyone’s faces said they were listening intently, but Daya knew better.

Millionaires didn’t care about poverty, because their wealth depended on it.

Daya had never been homeless, but she had been poor, and it wasn’t fun. Helping to dismantle capitalism was the last thing on her to-do list. She knew it was selfish, but she didn’t care.

While Eva spoke, Daya’s fingers inched up her husband’s thigh. She wasn’t surprised to find he was already half ready for her, his length thickening underneath his expensive slacks.

Miguel leaned over to whisper in her ear, the hairs of his beard just lightly tickling her ear.

“Watch yourself, conejita.”

The words sent a chill down her spine, but she didn’t remove her hand. Shifting in her seat, she crossed her legs in a poor attempt to dull the subtle throb below.  

To her left, Luke asked Eva a question, diverting everyone’s attention to him. Daya used it as an opportunity to push her man further.

“Or what, papi?” The term of endearment rolled off her tongue with ease.

“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” He whispered through clenched teeth, speaking without moving his mouth. It reminded her of a mother scolding their child, and she resisted the urge to laugh.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She warned Miguel, tapping his knee patronizingly.

Miguel’s arm came up to rest on the top of her chair, and his head dipped to whisper in her ear once more.

“Brat.” The word triggered something in her, and she bit the inside of her cheek.

A better woman would be annoyed by the nickname, or even insulted. Along with other words a wholesome woman wouldn’t appreciate, brat was a term of endearment between them.

Daya straightened, trying to clear her mind of dirty thoughts. The heated looks they were giving each other weren’t appropriate for the topic of discussion.

When she and Eva made eye contact, she nodded politely. When the woman stopped speaking, she would need to have something of substance to add to the conversation.

“Are you ready to go?” Miguel asked his wife, hand resting on her hip. She sighed with relief at his words.

The two of them had left the table under the guise of socializing, only to slowly make their way out onto the balcony.

"I've been ready. I hate to say it, but Marcy is working on my last nerve." Daya groaned as she remembered how Marcy kept her locked down for the past forty minutes. She had left the woman inside, and she hoped Marcy had found someone else to occupy her time.

"I don't know how many more fake bathroom breaks I could have taken before she noticed it was just to get away from her."

Miguel smirked at his flustered wife. She had a good poker face and tried to sell that nothing could face her. It was always a little entertaining to see cracks in her facade.

“I just hope this is all worth it. I have a headache from listening to everyone talk, and I can feel blisters forming on my feet.” She complained, pouting up at him.

Miguel dropped a quick kiss to her lips in apology before sparing a glance at her feet. "You don't have blisters, honey."

“You don’t have blisters, honey.”

“How do you know?”

Daya’s eyebrows raised, challenging him.

“I just do.”

“Well, how about you inspect them tonight when you’re massaging them?” She asked in a sweet tone.

Miguel laughed.

“Is that your way of asking for a foot massage?”

Daya nodded.

“Come on, loca. Let’s say our goodbyes, so we can get out of here.”

Locking hands, the couple began the slow process of trading goodbyes and promises for later dates. Another fifteen minutes later, they made it outside into the chilly night air, the California breeze kissing their skin. Daya was more than relieved to see the fleet of black SUVs that waited for them.

Nestor Oceteva stood by the truck in the middle, opening the back door for them. “Thank you, Ness.” Daya told him, accepting his help up into the vehicle.

A driver and Nestor's second-in-command and cousin, Antonio Oceteva, occupied the front seats. Daya greeted them both warmly as she crawled across the leather seats.

"I can't wait to get out of these shoes." She said to no one in particular.

With no answer, she slid across the seat to see what the hold up was. Miguel stood outside of the car, several feet away. In a heated tone, he and Nestor discussed something she couldn't make out.

Antonio turned around in his seat to stop her, hand stopping just before it touched her knee. She eyed his hesitant hand for a moment before she met his eyes. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Antonio was all business when he gathered himself to speak. "He'll be with you shortly, Mrs. Galindo." She huffed in response.

Daya craned her neck to look out of the window once more, but it didn't do much good. From her vantage point she could see that Nestor wasn’t happy, but not much else.

"What's going on?" She asked Antonio catching his hazel eyes in the rear view mirror. He didn't look worried, and that helped to soothe her some. At the same time, she knew it could just be his military training at work.

"I'm not sure, ma'am." He spoke in an even tone, giving nothing away. She thanked him but continued to look out of the window.

Daya didn’t need to know every single gory detail, but Miguel knew she hated being left in the dark. It created distance between them and made her feel shut out.

She could almost hear her therapist telling her to slow down and think. Logically, she knew Miguel meant no harm, but it reminded her of her childhood, making her feel small and insignificant.

He found her in the backseat with her arms crossed, eyes closed, and heeled feet tapping impatiently against the floor of the car.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, mi amor.” With a simple nod, he signaled for the driver to take them to the hotel.

His warm hand found her belly, holding her there while his tongue slipped past her pouty lips into her mouth.

She responded the way he expected, melting under his touch. Soft hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down to rest on the curve of her ass as she leaned into him. With each movement, Daya felt less tense. Several moments passed before they broke apart.

“What’s happening?” Daya asked, breathless from the kiss. Her eyes scanned Miguel's face for answers.

“It’s nothing you should worry yourself about.”

Miguel’s hands roamed her body, but she knew it was a distraction.

There’s a saying, “You either tell your wife everything, or nothing.”

Miguel often found himself stuck somewhere in the middle. There had been a time where he told her almost everything. Now, he operated on a need-to-know basis.

“That’s your favorite thing to say these days.” Daya said it with a smile, but her eyes told a different story.

“I didn’t mean it that way, mi alma. I just mean it’s not important enough to bother you with. I’m going to take care of it tonight, and then it’s done.”

“You’re leaving tonight?” She didn’t bother to hide that she was upset anymore.

The couple had spent the last three days in San Diego, occupying the penthouse suite of a downtown hotel. Their home was located in Santo Padre, a small border town on the outskirts of Calexico, two hours away from San Diego. Miguel had several meetings in San Diego during the week--with Tom, one of his lawyers, and the event. It just made more sense to stay in town for the week, rather than make the trek back and forth.

“I know I promised, but...yes. I have to take care of this tonight.”

The young couple had agreed to use the few days as a mini-vacation to recharge and spend quality time together. He had kept his promise so far, but she wasn’t happy their time together would be ending early.

“I understand.” Business came first. Always.

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’m not being like anything. I said it’s fine.” She pushed down the anger she felt bubbling in her chest. “Seriously, I’m not upset. There’s no point. You’re still going to do what you have to. Right?”

He nodded, watching as she checked out of the conversation. She faced the window, staring out of it at the blur of lights.

“Do you want to go home? If that will make you more comfortable, they can take you tonight.”

“No. I’m okay. I don’t want to be on the road in the dark." She told him with a grimace. "I’ll find a way to entertain myself.”

The blur of neon lights transitioned into shades of shadowy grey as they entered the parking garage of the hotel.

“Nestor’s going with me, but Antonio will be here along with…” Daya tuned out as he named the guards that would stay in San Diego with her.

“They’ll take you home in the morning.” She nodded, gathering her bearings as the driver parked.

“Will you be there?”

“I’ll try.” She was disappointed in his answer, but at least he wasn’t getting her hopes up.

Antonio opened her door, and she accepted his warm, calloused hand as she stepped out of the vehicle.

Miguel met her halfway at the back of the truck, opening his arms for a hug. She stepped into them, the smell of his signature cologne washing over her. It relaxed her, and she forced herself to enjoy the moment. She was annoyed at her husband, but she loved him and wanted to appreciate every moment with him.

“Be good.” He whispered in her ear, tone gentle, but serious.

“I can’t make any promises.”

Antonio averted his gaze, turning his back to them. Nestor and the guards followed, choosing instead to focus on different parts of the garage. There were plenty of shadows for a person to hide in, and the couple needed privacy.

Miguel’s arms tightened around her waist, squeezing to let her know he was serious.

“You heard what I said.”

Before she could get a smart response out, she felt his manhood poking against her belly. Miguel wasn’t a tyrant, but he liked to play King of the Jungle sometimes; backing her into corners, and giving her silly ultimatums that he knew she’d rebel against. It was a fun game because it elicited a carnal response in both of them to fight for dominance.

“Be good or else I’m going to have to spank this fat ass.” She gasped as his hands cupped her ass. He squeezed the fat in his hands before jiggling it.

Daya moaned quietly, pinching her plump bottom lip under her teeth.

“You’ve told me what’s behind door number one. Now, what do I get for being a good girl? ‘Cause I have to say door number one doesn’t sound so bad right now.”

He pretended to think, cocking his head to the side. “What’s the saying, ‘happy husband, happy life’?”

Daya pressed a kiss to his chin. “That’s definitely not the saying, but fine. I’ll be good, but you owe me a foot massage for skipping out early.”

“I thought I owed you one because of the heels.”

“Thanks for reminding me.” She would also have to pack his luggage for him. “Three. You’re in the hole for three foot massages, mister. I expect full payment by the end of the month. Got it?” There were plenty of people with better massage skills than her husband, but for some reason, they felt better when they came from him.

“I have no idea how you calculated three, but yes ma’am. I miss you already, conejita.”

Her arms circled his neck, pulling him for a kiss. “I miss you more."

Years of learning each other made it so they were in sync when their lips met, stoking fires in each other that wouldn't be extinguished any time soon.

“I. Love. You.” She told him in between greedy pecks. “Call me when you get a chance, ‘kay?” He nodded, understanding she meant for him to call when he reached the border. She would probably be asleep by the time he made it there, but it made her feel better when he checked in.

“I love you too.”

Entering the luxurious penthouse suite, the first thing Daya did was free herself from the designer death traps disguised as shoes.

There were plenty of amenities for her to enjoy— a jacuzzi style bathtub, and a spacious balcony with a breathtaking view of the bayfront. She intended to make the most of her time alone.

After assuring Antonio she was in for the night and wouldn't need his services, she stripped down to her birthday suit and ran a bubble bath.

The purple bottle was nearly finished from all the bubble baths she'd taken during the week. Whiffs of the lavender essential oil flowed up through her nose as she eased herself down into the rectangular tub. Powerful jets massaged her aching muscles with hot water, washing the day away.

Her hair sat in a messy bun on top of her head, loose strands clinging to her neck. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her hair puffed up with frizz, but she didn't let it bother her.

Old school R&B played on her phone. She could barely hear it over the sound of the jets, but she crooned right along with the singer enthusiastically.

Eventually, the water was too cool to stand and she was forced to get out. With wrinkled palms, she dried herself off with the fluffy white towel.

Wrapping it around her midsection, she settled into the low chair of the vanity. It took some time, but she carefully removed her makeup and moisturized her skin.

Staring at herself in the mirror without all the bells and whistles was always a little humbling. It felt dramatic, like she was in a cheesy coming of age movie or something, but it was eye-opening. So much of her time was spent pretending for others—dressing her body up, and her personality down.

The exclusive parties and expensive accessories were fun, but they weren't everything. Most people that came across her thought she was superficial, but in reality, she was the opposite. She would never be able to convince them otherwise and that was fine.

The people that knew her understood her, and that was all that mattered. She had a close-knit, but complicated relationship with her friend group. Most of them had known each other for years, so there were layers to their relationships.

Daya, her very best friend, Ariel Castillo, and Ezekiel Reyes made up the core group.

The three of them met freshman year when Daya moved to Santo Padre. Along with the pressures of going to a new school, she had to deal with being the small fry in a group of big fish. Ariel and Ezekiel had been there to make the experience bearable. They connected through honor classes and bonded over their shared desire to go somewhere else, and be someone different.

Miraculously, all of them ended up stuck in Santo Padre.

Ariel received a full-ride scholarship to UCLA. She made it through the first year and a half, completing all her core courses, but then her father got sick. She came home to take care of him, but couldn't bring herself to leave again when he got better. So she settled, forgot her dreams of being a surgeon, and went to nursing school. Ariel was great at her job, the best Santo Padre Medical had to offer, but it hadn't been her dream.

Ezekiel hadn't even made it through his first year of college when his mother was shot and killed in his father's store. Her unexpected death made him spiral, sending him on a witch hunt to find out who was responsible. One thing led to another and he made a fatal mistake that ended him up in prison for eight years.

Daya never left Santo Padre for college. She was good with academics in high school, but always had a passion for art. Her mother didn't have any money to put towards college, and she wasn't particularly excited about spending another four years in school. So, she did what she was good at, designing web pages for business owners around Santo Padre. 

It didn't pay great, but it allowed her to make connections. People were impressed with her work and shared it with their friends and partners. With a stroke of good luck, she was able to form the connections and save the money to start her own web development and design company. In thirteen years' time, she expanded the business across California from Santo Padre to Los Angeles, becoming one of the most popular and successful in its industry. Daya had touched more money than she ever thought possible.

She had traveled for a while, creating new stations took time and a lot of energy. In between, she went on trips out of the country, learning about new cultures and customs. It was hard to do with a growing business, but the experiences were worth it.

Eventually, she met Miguel, a kindred spirit who wished to be anywhere but Santo Padre. It was ironic that it was the very place they were both forced to settle. Miguel out of duty, Daya out of love and stability.

People came to Santo Padre from the north, south, east, and west.  From Northern Cali, Arizona, or Mexico. The quaint town was like a vortex, drawing people towards it from all sides. Most were smart enough to pass through, but those that stopped stayed forever.

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[league-of-thots]

Breaking him in

Pairing: Shindou x reader

Warnings: smut, anal, pegging, orgasm denial (kinda?), degradation, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.3k

AN: this fic is a little late but happy birthday to the wonderful @lady-bakuhoe ! i notice that you’ve said there’s little Shindou content and I agree so be the change in the world you want to see right?? anyways enjoy it and have a fucking amazing day love <3

What you loved a lot about Shindou Yo, your boyfriend of a few years, was the fact that your sex life was always satisfying. His quirk was practically a holy grail for sex and you never felt unsatisfied. He’d often take control of the situation, some of his favourite times being overstimulating you until you were crying in pleasure and pain, and then making you ride him before ultimately pounding into you over and over and over.

         Another thing you loved was that he was always open to trying new things, and sometimes would let you take the lead, despite being a brat at times.

         You liked to think that the two of you were extremely open about the kinks the two of you wanted to try, which was why you were so surprised at what you’d found on his laptop the other day.

         Don’t get it wrong, you weren’t sneaking up on your boyfriend, you trusted him and he trusted you so you weren’t the type to obsessively check his technology. It was just you were feeling lazy, and you were all cuddled on the couch with a cup of tea, and his laptop was right on the coffee table while yours was in the other room.

         You’d opened it up to see porn that had a female dominating the man, degrading him and denying him orgasms, which then took a turn into pegging.

         Your eyes had shot open immediately. The two of you had done anal of course, but never with him. You’d had no idea that he secretly wanted to be completely dominated, but you weren’t going to lie, it was turning you on and you rubbed your legs together a bit. If he wanted to be dominated this badly, then you’d have to give him what he wanted for being such a good hero and boyfriend.

           Thus, began your plan; which you started a few days after, to give your hardworking and supportive boyfriend a night he’d never forget. You’d gone out to buy some toys that you could use for him, including your very own harness that made you feel fucking powerful, and planned out how you were going actually lead the night.

         You’d decided that it would be best to do it on a day where the two of you hadn’t had sex in a few days, get him riled up and horny and have him be easier to control. At least, that was your hope. You’d never tried to dominate him this much before and you were hoping he’d enjoy it as much as you were going to.

         The day of, you knew he was going to have a long day of paperwork (as he’d complained about it the night before while the two of you had eaten dinner) and you luckily had the day off. You knew he’d likely be pent up without being in the field as much, so you started preparing a few hours before he was due to get off his shift.

         You put on your favourite lingerie under a nice cozy sweater and jeans, adding on some bold lipstick and eyeliner to match how intense you’d be that night. You prepared the toys and put them on the dresser across from your shared bed. You fix up the room, lighting some candles and turning the lights off as you shut the door softly, satisfied with your preparation. You pad over to the kitchen, now humming as you prepare a nice, small dinner for the two of you, making sure to make it just as you know he’ll like it. You don’t cook this dish often, but every time you do, Yo always compliments it and digs in with gusto. This night is for him after all, and you want to make it one to remember.

         You’ve planned well, because you’re only sitting on the couch, playing a mobile game on your phone for a few minutes before you hear the click of the door unlocking at the front of the house.

         “Welcome home Yo!” you shout out to him as he peeks his head past the hallway into the doorway to the living room to give you a smile.

         “Hey babe, I’m so glad to be home.” His disappears to put his coat away as you follow behind him to hug him from behind.

         “Tough day?” you murmur into his back quietly.

         “You wouldn’t believe how long.” He groans facing you and leaning down to put his head into the crook of your neck. “I swear if I have to deal with one more stupid file about why I arrested a villain I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” You reach up to soothingly rub circles into his shoulder.

         “C’mon Yo, let’s grab some dinner and then we can get you de-stressed all right?” he pulls back to give you a quick peck on the lips.

         “Sounds amazing Y/N, thank you.” He responds, taking your hand and walking with you to the dining room.

         You absolutely love how his face lights up at the prepared meal, immediately sitting down and starting to serve you a portion. You grab a seat and watch him, happily. The stress already starting to leave his body as the two of you talk and start the meal.

         “God, did I mention I love you today, Y/N?” he says past his full mouth, stretching his arms, his body relaxing into the char.

         “Mmm, are you sure it’s me you love and not the food?” you tease.

         “It’s always been you, babe.” He grabs your hand across the table and smiles at you. You blush a little under his intense gaze but stand up and decide to kick the evening off now.

         “Well I have something even better in mind for you, Yo.” You practically purr out as you approach him, dragging your hand across the table. You can see his Adam’s apple bobble as he swallows harshly.

         “I’m a lucky guy tonight, huh?” he mutters as you start sensually pressing kisses onto his neck, working up towards his jaw as he lets out a contented sigh, moving his head back to give you easier access.

         You nip at his jaw and move to straddle his hips connecting your lips, you moan as he opens his mouth for you and you start to explore inside his mouth. The two of you continue this exchange for a few minutes, you taking the lead on everything, as you start to wind him up for the rest of your night. You can feel him growing steadily harder beneath you so you grind down hard into him, sucking on his tongue at the same time. You feel satisfaction coursing through your veins as he lets out a groan that tapers off to a whine.

         You slowly pick yourself up off of him, your hand running down his chest. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open as he catches his breath from your ministrations. You smirk as you close your hand on the fabric of his shirt and you gently tug him up and lead him into the bedroom.

         He lets you push him onto the bed as you take your shirt off up above your head and move to straddle his waist. He’s got his eyes stuck on you, lips parted, expression full of excitement, awe and lust. You feel yourself preening in the attention, leaning down so your tits are closer to his face and your weight from your hand presses him further into the mattress.

         “You going to be a good boy for me, right Yo?” you ask lowly near his face. You can feel him shudder underneath you and you feel a rush of power as you look at his red face from above, his pupils blown wide.

         “Of course, babe. I’d do anything for you.” Much to your disappointment, that comes with his trademark sly smile, the one that says he’s recovered from his initial shock and arousal. You’d just have to find another way to take over.

         “Then, strip for my Yo, give me a little show.” You back off so he can get off the bed. He jokingly wiggles his hips and ass a bit, making you giggle, until his face drops into a more serious face. One that made your core heat up with the level of intensity he was using to stare you down.

         He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the toned chest and abs beneath, as he whipped it off and began a routine with the lower half. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t have some moves, and he was so graceful, probably because of how well he knew his body from fighting. You walk up to him as he takes off his pants and you kneel before him, palming the tent in his boxers.

         “Someone really got excited during their show.” You say as you lower them, watching his cock spring out and stand erect. You lick a stripe up from the base of his length all the way to the tip, where there was precum starting to bead.

         “Mmm, god stop teasing!- and your eyes had me going you know?” his hips are making small bucking motions, so you grab them and keep them in place.

         “If you keep moving, you won’t cum.” You say forcefully, and he nods his head in understanding. You hear him whine a bit as you continue to tease him with your tongue, but he dutifully stays still.

         “Can you please, please, stop teasing love. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were afraid to take my cock into your mo- AH!” he shouts in surprise more than anything as you smack his ass with your palm.

         “Beg for it then, baby.” You smirk before lightly kissing the tip of his dick and he lets out a groan.

         “Please, I need to be in you, please!” it wasn’t the best, but then again, he wasn’t usually a sub in the bedroom, so you’d ease him into it. You take him into your mouth slowly, bobbing your head in a slow rhythm as you take the majority of his length into your mouth and throat. He let’s out a relieved groan as you do, throwing his head back.

         That wouldn’t do, he needs to look at you as you work. You pinch his ass hard and he looks down at you, his cheeks already showing a worked-up flush. You motion that he keeps his eyes on you and he nods quickly as you hollow your cheeks and suck. He grabs the top of your hair and holds on, less in a dominating way, more in a holding on for dear life way as you continue to work him up.

         “I’m- I’m really close babe, can I cum please? I’ve watched the whole time, I’ve been good!” you look up to him and hold eye contact, nodding slightly as you quickly move to deep throat him, gagging a little but swallowing around his dick anyways. With a whine, he squeezes his grip on your hair, pulling it and sending a jolt of pleasure to your core as hot thick liquid shoots down your throat. There’s a lot of it, given the two of you hadn’t had sex in a few days, and it takes multiple swallows from you to get it all.

         You ease off of him, licking to get off the residual cum, as he pants and strokes your hair lovingly. You stand up and smile at him.

         “As much as I’d love you to return the favour right now Yo, I have something else in mind for you tonight. I think you’re going to love it.” He looks a little worried, but mostly intrigued as he cocks his head towards you. “Go get on the bed, baby.”

         He pouts petulantly and crosses his arms. It would be a lot more intimidating if he wasn’t buck naked and still recovering from an orgasm. “Tell me what it is first. I’m so curious, you’ve never acted this way before.”

         “I was trying to be nice sweetie, ease you into it. But if you’re going to be a brat, then I’ll treat you like the slut you are.” You snap, the words coming out easily and giving you a surge of confidence as you back him towards the bed.

         “Oh my god- I thought I closed that!” he looks embarrassed as he starts to curl inwards on himself.

         “Don’t worry baby, I was just a bit surprised, but I’m going to have to punish you for not telling me sooner, we could’ve been having so much more fun than usual!”

         “You don’t mind?”

         “Of course, I don’t! What I do mind is you not telling me, ‘cause Yo, we said we’d be really open to one another about everything. Including bedroom stuff. So I’m going to punish you like the little whore you are, hiding getting off on secret kinks.” He reaches the bed and gets off balance, and you see that and push him the rest of the way over and he falls onto the mattress with a thump.

         He looks dumfounded, a good look on someone as sure of himself as he is, and you feel such satisfaction on having not only caught him out, but taking over so easily. You can also tell he’s completely enjoying seeing this side of you, his dick already slowly hardening, despite having cum minutes before.

         You put on the strap on you’d bought a few days prior, with a long but thinner dildo that was sparkly green, chosen just for him. You also grab the cock ring that the two of you have used before, and a bottle of lube that was about halfway full. You turn around and slowly walk towards the bed.

         “So what’s going to happen now is you’re going to be a good little whore, and get that pretty little ass of yours up in the air.” He gulps but shakes his head. “Yo, you’re already getting punishment from before, are you sure you want to test me? You haven’t even done anal before and I don’t have to prep you before we do it.” At this point you’re on the bed, sliding the cock ring onto his dick. His eyes widen and he slowly gets onto his hands and knees, legs shaking in what you can tell is anticipation.

         You lube up one finger and tease around his asshole, feeling him clench a bit. “You’re going to need to relax, or else I won’t be able to get a finger, much less my dick, in there.” He takes a few deep breaths, slowly relaxing himself. You slowly ease your index finger in, feeling his muscles clench a bit in response. He lets out a whine as you reach the first joint in your finger.

         “Feels good doesn’t it?”

         “Sh-shut up! It’s fine, but nothing much.” His teeth are gritted though, his hands clenching the sheets.

         “Oh, then you’ll be able to take more without a problem?” you giggle a little as you start moving your finger in and out slowly, hitting deeper each time as you let your fingernail lightly scrape his walls. “Already whining like a needy slut there? You’re going to absolutely be destroyed on my cock then.” His dick is leaking precum at both your ministrations and your dirty words.

         “I can take more,” he says pushing back into your hand with a grunt. “This is nothing.”

         “It doesn’t look like nothing.” You say almost innocently as you add a second finger, hearing him shout in pleasure at the new feeling.

         “Get this ring off! Need to cum!”

         “No. This is your punishment you filthy whore, now shut up and take it.” The whine he lets out is so needy, it almost sways you, but you stay strong and begin lightly scissoring your fingers. You see him put his forehead into the mattress and your mouth drops open in surprise as he tears the sheets as he comes despite the cock ring with a shout that tapers off into a whine. You feel yourself clench seeing this and stand up to position your cock by his asshole as you quickly lube it up. Yo is still shuddering, cum still leaking slowly out of his cock as he rides out his pleasure.

         “Please, I need your cock in me baby, it feels so good. No wonder you always look so blissed out when I fuck you, feeling it is so, so good.” He keeps mumbling, begging you to hurry up and just take him already and you look up in surprise. A wicked grin comes over your face as you start to push slowly into him, stopping when you get halfway. “NO! no no no, don’t stop!” he tries to wiggle backwards into you to get the silicone dick in further.

         “Oh my god, Yo, you’re a cock-needy slut tonight aren’t you! What happened to always taking the lead? Hmm?” you thrust the rest of the way in and he shouts, shaking from overstimulation and lust.

         “Yes! I need your cock, want it so badly! Please fuck me Y/N! I need you, I need you..” he continues whining until you start thrusting, shallow at first, getting the hang of how you should be doing it. You find one angle that has him shouting out, and make sure to keep thrusting there as you go harder and faster, feeling yourself get more and more turned on with every whimper and shout your boyfriend makes. As you see him approaching the end of his tether, you reach down to take off the cock ring, feeling your own slick coating down your legs at his red, weeping cock.

         “You going to cum again? Better do it quickly because I’m getting wet and need some relief too, so I’m almost done with you.” You reach down to stroke his cock in time with your thrusts, and with one final hit to his prostate, you feel him release all over your hand his head thrown back in a silent scream and tears streaming from the corner of his eyes. You gently work him through his orgasm, rubbing his back, and cooing at him. Telling him how well he took you cock and how beautiful he was as he did it.

         You pull out of him, watching his asshole flutter after being emptied with a strange sense of awe and wonder. You understood how he felt now after he’d fuck you and look at his handywork. He slumped down into the mattress and turned over to look at you with a love filled expression on his face.

         You move besides him and wrap him in your arms, leaving small and light kisses all over his face as you bring him back down. Once he’s there you have to ask him.

         “Yo, why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? We could’ve done it a few more times by now if you did.”

         “I didn’t know how to bring it up to you, so I just, left my laptop out for a few days with it open to porn like that. To be honest, I thought you were just going to talk to me about it, although I enjoyed this much more.” You hummed in agreement.

         “I thought you would.”

         “Wait, you haven’t gotten off yet. I need to fix that.”

         “If you’re tired, I can go take care of myself babe.”

         He looks at you with pleading eyes. “Ride my face please?”

         How could you deny him that? Looks like it was going to be a much longer night than you originally planned.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Makeup With Y/N-A.E

“can you please do a part two to makeup where instead of Alex doing reader's makeup it's the other way round?” @soldier-42​

Gif cred. @sdmngifs​

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Pronouns: She/Her

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"Hello everyone, I'm Alex, and this is Y/n." Makeup had been laid out on the coffee table in front of them. Alex and Y/n had been planning a second video involving makeup after the first one had done so well. "Because you all love Y/n more than me, I brought her back for part two where they do my makeup instead," Alex smiled at the camera set up across the room. "How'd I do last time, Y/n?" "You did okay, I feel like you'd definitely need to learn a couple of tips to improve with." His girlfriend grinned, already beginning to look through the makeup set out on the table, "Can I get started yet?" "Yeah, of course," he smiled. "While you get started on that, I'm gonna open up Twitter. I actually tweeted out for people to send in a couple of questions for us." "Good idea," Y/n picked up a cylinder tube, pulling the cap off. For a moment they let a bit of clear liquid leave the top of it before turning back to Alex. "Is that... primer?" Alex bit his lip, watching as his girlfriend move his hair out of his face. Y/n gave a small 'yep' as a response, beginning to put on the first part of Alex's makeup. "See, I'm working on learning this stuff." "Good job, bubba," his girlfriend pulled away, beginning to look at more containers of makeup placed out on the table. "I'm proud of you, but are you gonna read any questions?" "Oh yeah, let me get started on that," he went back to opening Twitter, leaving Y/n be for a moment so she could decide on which foundation would work well for him. For a moment or two, he scrolled. The sound of Y/n humming softly kept the silence away as both of them took a moment to finish their tasks. After picking out the right foundation, Y/n turned back to her boyfriend with a bit of the pale liquid placed on her hand and a blender in hand. "While you do that, I think I found a good question," Alex looked back up at Y/n, allowing her to begin to put the coat of foundation on his skin. "What's my favorite food?" "You enjoy breakfast, but you also like pasta," She smiled, patting in the makeup. "I've made both of those meals for you plenty of times." "God, you're an amazing cook," he smiled softly, watching her as she focused. "Could we have pasta tonight?" "Of course, Bubba. But what about me? What's my favorite food?" "you don't have a favorite, every time I think I know what's your favorite food you change it. First it was Chinese food, then you went to salads, afterward was acai bowls, and I think the last time I asked you said mangos." "Yeah, there's no point in lying. I change my favorite food too often," Y/n giggled, taking a moment to place the blender back down. "I think right now it's Vegetarian pizza." "That actually doesn't sound too terrible," Alex took a moment to glance at the camera before looking back to Y/n. "Do you think we could have that tonight instead of pasta?" "Yeah, sure bubba," she replied while picking up some concealer. "How do have such good skin, Al?" "I don't know. I wash my face in the shower, toss some cold water on my face every now and then, it's not really that complicated for me." "Well it's not fair," Letting out a huff of air, Y/n applied the concealer to Alex's face. "Actually, maybe it is with the bags under your eyes." She turned to the camera, pausing what she was doing. "Guys, this boy stays up so late. One night he called me at like, 2 AM and asked me if I wanted to go out to McDonald's with him... of course, I said yes." "I remember that night, I think it was one of my favorite moments with you," he let out a soft chuckle. He could remember giving Y/n one of his hoodies that night. As Y/n started with bronzer, someone had walked into the living room. "Oh, are we doing Alex's makeup this time? Could I join this video?" George grinned, stepping behind the camera so he couldn't be seen. "No George." "Why?" "Remember the last time you did Alex's makeup?" "Yeah, and he looked beautiful," George let out a small giggle as he thought about what Alex looked like when he tried to apply makeup to his face. "Don't you think he looked good, Y/n?" "Alex always looks good, but the fact you used a foundation brush to apply eyeshadow to his face tells me I shouldn't trust you with his makeup," Y/n had turned back to Alex, continuing to work on his bronzer. "If you actually wanna do his makeup, you can film a video with him later. I don't want you to mess up this makeup look I'm planning." "Guys, George is pouting behind the camera," Alex glanced to his roommate, who was making a fake pouting face as Y/n worked. "Go away, George!" There was a moment of silence as Y/n worked on Alex's highlighter, ignoring the existence of Alex's flatmate as she worked. Eventually, George disappeared back into his bedroom once he had received a text message from someone. "He's gone." "Thank god, I love Georgie but sometimes he can just get on my nerves so easily," y/n let out a huff of breath as she swapped the highlighter out for blush and a different brush. "Yeah, anyway I'm gonna get back to looking for more questions," Alex hummed softly, opening his phone back up. "Move too much and I'll mess up your makeup on purpose," Y/n began to work on placing the rosy powder against her boyfriend's cheekbones. "Don't worry about it," he replied while beginning to scroll through the plenty of replies he received over the blue app. "What is Y/n's go-to Starbucks order?" "I really like a nice iced latte with coconut milk," she smiled, taking a moment to admire the work she had done so far on Alex's face. "you enjoy their cappuccinos, don't you?" "you know it," Alex let out a soft chuckle, watching his girlfriend. The way she always looked at him always made him feel so happy. "God, I love you." "I love you more," Y/n grinned, leaning in for a kiss. during the sweet moment, everything around them seemed to disappear as their lips were connected. Even after pulling away from each other, both of them held a smile on their face. "Anyways, I think we should get started on your eyeshadow." The h/c girl picked up a palette that had been laid out on the coffee table with the rest of the makeup, flashing it to the camera. "Since we used your palette in the last video, I thought we could use one of mine this time. I just chose James Charles's palette because why not?" While opening the palette, Y/n muttered a few extra words, "Shane and Jeffree are also incredibly problematic and I refuse to support them." "Tempted to throw that palette out the window as soon as we're finished with this video," Alex closed his eyes, waiting for Y/n to apply the eyeshadow. "If you actually do that, we need to film that," Y/n let out a giggle. "For your eyeshadow, I think we should go for a classic pink look. So I think I'm gonna use 'skip' first, then add on a bit of 'pinkity drinkity' and 'literally' afterward." "Who let James name his eyeshadows?" Alex let out a sigh, peaking one of his eyes open to look at Y/n while she applied 'skip' to his left eyelid. "I'm not sure, Bubba. Maybe you could ask him yourself," she shook her head as she pulled the eyeshadow brush away, going to collect more of the warm color known as 'skip.' "Close both of your eyes, please." A moment of silence passed as Y/n worked on Alex's eyeshadow, meanwhile his hand found its way to her thigh as she worked. Eventually, Y/n told Alex he could open his eyes as she put the palette back down on the table. "Jesus, Y/n... I don't know how you're so good with makeup," Alex took a second to admire himself in the mirror placed on the coffee table with the rest of the makeup. "Years of practice, bubba," she turned back to her boyfriend, a new item in hand. "Time for eyeliner." "Oh god... promise not to get it in my eye?" "Relax, Al. I've had to deal with teaching my 12 year old cousin not to flinch while I taught them how to use eyeliner properly. I think I can handle not getting it in your eyes." Y/n inched closer to her boyfriend, placing a leg over his lap to get closer to him. She carefully placed her thumb on one of his temple's bringing the eyeliner down against his eyelid. Gently, she worked on perfecting both wings on him while mumbling, soft 'good job, bubba,' and 'you're doing amazing.' Once she was happy with the final result, Y/n pulled away from Alex, letting him see himself in the mirror. "How are you feeling about fake eyelashes?" "No." "No?" "No, Y/n." "Fine," she let out a huff of breath once more, placing the eyeliner on the table. "Are you done with everything?" Alex looked to Y/n with a small smile, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah, I think so," she smiled, leaning against Alex's chest while looking down into the mirror at Alex. "You forgot lipstick or gloss or something." "Fuck! That's no fair! Lemme put some on you!" Y/n snatched a tube of lipstick up from the coffee table, going to try and put it on her boyfriend's lips. "No, you didn't let me finish putting makeup on your face, I'm not gonna let you finish yours," Alex moved her hands away from his face with a smirk. "You know what? Fuck it," Y/n turned to the mirror, beginning to place the lipstick on her own lips. As soon as enough was applied, she turned back to Alex, cupping his cheeks with her hands and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. After a moment, she pulled away, "Did it work? Did you get at least a tint of color on your lips?" Alex turned, looking into the mirror to check, "I think I might have gotten a bit on me." "Yes!" Y/n let out a giggle, grinning at the camera, "I win!" As Alex wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist once again, he playfully rolled his eyes before looking back to the camera. "Alright, I think that brings our second makeup video to an end," he quickly placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead before continuing the outro. "Y/n's social medias will be plugged in the description below and the makeup she used too. Thank you everybody for watching this video, If you guys did enjoy and would like to see more videos with Y/n, leave a like-" "And subscribe if you're new!" Y/n chirped in with a smile. Alex's smile only grew wider as he heard his girlfriend help with the outro. "And we'll see you guys in the next one, have a good day." And just like that, the recording had come to an end.

Taglist: @anyasthoughts @multifandom-but @blondiee-seaveyy @springholland @caswinchester2000

[emy-loves-you]

Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 2: College

Virgil and Logan have a series of flirty interactions before realizing that they’re roommates.

Logan POV, Analogical with background Royality and familial Logicality.

Day 1 | Masterlist | Day 3

Logan felt extremely stereotypical as he drank from his red solo cup. According to the clock on the wall, it was currently 11:27 PM and Logan was ready to go home. He silently cursed out his brother for dragging him to this party. Patton could have asked his boyfriend to take him, but he wanted Logan to get out of the house. Logan watched as Patton and Roman made out on the other side of the room. He took a bigger swig from his cup and winced. Cheap booze. Logan wished that the other highschoolers here could swindle some better alcohol. Logan steeled himself before downing the rest of the cup. He needed a distraction from his boredom (and his brother making out with Roman Prince).

Logan swiftly stood up, frowning as he stumbled a bit. Logan had assumed that his tolerance level was higher than this. He’s only had… three? Four? Drinks. Logan should go get another drink. Logan quickly made his way to the kitchen, ignoring the other teens he passed on the way there. This house was pretty big, with multiple bedrooms for teens to have fun in. Logan eventually found the kitchen, wincing slightly at how bright the room was. There seemed to be only one person- oh.

Sitting on the counter was the most gorgeous man Logan had ever seen. Logan vaguely recognized him from the football games he attended with Patton. The teen usually manned the concession stand, wearing his overly large hoodie and dark eyeshadow. With his alcohol-fueled brain, Logan wasn’t shy to admit that he’d been crushing on the teen for a while. Tonight his crush wore a tight-fitting MCR shirt and equally tight jeans. His makeup was much more complex, complete with winged eyeliner and black lipstick. Logan suddenly felt hot all over as he moved forward to grab another drink. The sinfully attractive man just then seemed to notice Logan’s presence, swaying slightly on the counter.

“Hey, I know you!” The man slurred out. He appeared to be just as intoxicated as Logan was. “You’re the cute kid that orders cookies and water at every football game!”

Logan blushed, surprised that he remembered Logan’s face, much less his order. He then realized the first half of the sentence. “You think I’m cute?” He asked, internally frowning at the way his voice slurred.

The hot guy (who Logan was mentally dubbing ‘hottie’ from here on out. It’s not like anyone could read his thoughts) smirked. “You’re more than cute. You’re hot as shit, man.” The man giggled. “I’ve been crushing on you for a long time.”

Logan’s drunk-self couldn’t help but repeating the sentiment. “I’ve also harbored a crush on you.” They both giggled like schoolgirls at the thought, both too intoxicated to fully grasp the implications.

Hottie suddenly hopped off the counter, grabbing Logan by the hand. “C’mon.”

Logan let himself be pulled along until they reached the front door. “Where are we going?” Logan felt like he was forgetting something important. Did he have his phone? Yes, it was in Logan’s back pocket. Then what was he forgetting? It must not be important.

Hottie smiled as he led Logan across the street. “My house.” He led Logan to the front door, only letting go of his hand to unlock the door. “My parents are on vacation, so the house is empty. We just graduated and we both like each other so I thought-”

Hottie didn’t quite state what he was planning for them to do that night. It might have been because Logan chose that moment to press his lips against Hottie’s. Or that Hottie’s back was immediately pressed against the wall. Or maybe he was just too busy trying to get Logan’s shirt off.

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Logan groaned as he woke up, ignoring the need to open his eyes. His head felt like it would split in two. What happened last night? Logan struggled to pick out the details. Patton forced me to go to a party. He and Roman were… occupied. I went to get another drink and found that hot guy I’ve had a crush on for a while. I confessed my feelings and we went to his house- HIS HOUSE?!

Logan forced his eyes open, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t in his own bedroom. While it was difficult to see without his glasses, Logan could still make out the majority of the room. The whole room was a strange yet aesthetically pleasing combination of charcoal grey and purple. The bedroom was sparse, with multiple cardboard boxes stacked in the corner of the room. Logan’s crush (was crush an appropriate term for someone you’ve already had sex with?) was sitting on the other end of the bed, writing something in his notebook. Logan was suddenly aware of the fact that he was naked underneath the thick comforter on top of him. He went through the mental crisis of what the hell should I do for a few minutes before the man looked up.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were awake.” The teen shuffled around before holding something out. Logan held his hand out and was slightly surprised to feel his glasses being set gently onto his palm. Logan quickly put on his glasses and watched as his crush played with his hoodie strings. It was very odd to see him like this. On one hand, he wasn’t acting like the antisocial yet terrifying teenager that he was at football games. On the other hand, he wasn’t the suave, confident young man that Logan met last night. He was… shy, and quiet (and, though Logan would never admit it… he was cute, in a soft way).

Logan felt his blush rise as the guy handed him his clothes. They were clean and folded, with not a wrinkle in sight. How long has he been up for? And how long have I been asleep? Logan watched as the man gestured towards the bathroom and walked out of the room. Logan quickly stepped into the bathroom and changed, ignoring the heavy nausea he felt from his hangover. He then made his way out of the room, making his way to the kitchen. His crush was sitting on the counter, his phone in one hand and an unopened bottle of water in the other. Logan’s phone sat on the counter next to him, connected to a charger. The man offered Logan the water, which he accepted gratefully, chugging half the bottle before using the cool bottle as an icepack for his headache. His crush winced at the action. “Sorry, we don’t have any painkillers around. Trust me, I checked.”

Logan offered a small smile. “I believe you.” He turned towards his phone and was unsurprised to see over 50 missed calls from Patton. “I’ll need to be leaving soon.” The man tensed up. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “Look, I know we went through some mushy shit last night, but… I’m moving away in a few weeks. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I could handle anything long-distance. But I didn’t mean to bring you here for a one-night stand. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been crushing on you for a while now.”

Logan nodded. “I am also leaving for college in a few weeks. There are extremely low chances of the two of us meeting again. While I also harbor feelings towards you, I do not fancy a long distance relationship.”

They sat there in silence while Logan texted Patton. Logan left out the majority of the details, just stating that he was unharmed and that he was across the street from the party. Patton replied that he would be there in 20 minutes.

“Hey.” Logan looked up, and his crush immediately looked down at his feet. “If we ever meet again… you know, after we’ve moved and stuff… do you think we could give this a chance?”

Logan smiled. “If we somehow meet again in the future, I would thoroughly enjoy being in a relationship with you.”

They sat there for a few minutes before he smirked. “Wanna make out until your ride gets here?”

Logan leaned forward to kiss him. “Yes please.”

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Logan sighed as he finished transferring his belongings from his car to his dorm room. Luckily his roommate wasn’t there yet, so they couldn’t see him exhausted from going up and down the stairs a dozen times. If he was here, maybe this whole thing would’ve been more bearable, but-

Logan shook his head. It’s been three months since the party, and he was probably on the other side of the country. Logan still feels like kicking himself for not getting the guy’s name or phone number. But by the time he thought of that, his crush had already moved away. But even after three months of no contact, Logan couldn’t get him out of his head. He’d fallen hard, and every night after was filled with dreams that would never happen. Kisses that never occurred, words that were never said, smiles and secrets that were never shared. God, Logan would do just about anything to have one more night with the guy. Instead, he was almost 1,000 miles away from his hometown, sharing his room with a stranger and wishing for a nameless cute guy more than he wished for his own brother.

Once everything was arranged accordingly, Logan decided to go and get some coffee. While he technically had a coffee maker in his room, Logan wanted to stretch his legs and familiarize himself with his new environment (it had nothing to do with getting thoughts of his crush out of his head, that would be preposterous). Logan made his way out of the college dorm, already dreading the walks from his dorm to his classes. The campus was larger than anything in Logan’s hometown. It took 20 minutes to reach the edge of campus, and another 15 to find a decent coffee shop. Sure, it looked like a cheap rip-off of Starbucks, but it had good reviews online so Logan was willing to give it a try.

Logan opened the front door, unsurprised to hear a small bell go off at the action. What he was surprised by was the familiar voice at the counter.

“Hello, welcome to the Coffee Castle, how may I help you?” Logan looked up just as he did, and they made eye contact over the counter. Logan’s face went red as he turned around and yelled towards the back room. “Taking my break now!”

Another voice answered back. “But I thought you were servin’ a customa?”

He blushed. “He can buy a coffee later, I gotta talk to him first. Personal stuff.”

The voice laughed. “Go gettum, V!”

V. While it wasn’t a full name, it was a much better substitute for him. V hung up his apron before dragging Logan towards the back of the coffee shop. There was a storage closet just big enough for the two of them as they slipped inside.

V smiled as he turned on the light. “Hey.”

Logan blushed. “Hello. It is very… nice, to see you again.”

V smirked. “Look, I’ve only got 10 minutes before I’ve gotta go back up to the counter. Wanna make out until then?”

Logan immediately pressed forward for a kiss. “That would be amenable.” He whispered under his breath.

Time always felt slower around V. Back when V worked the high school concession stand, a five-minute conversation felt like hours of invigorating debates. That night spent with V felt like years of drunken confessions and passionate moments. And the 8 minutes they spent making out in this closet felt like an entire lifetime of love. Every kiss was a promise for more, every sigh was a confession that didn’t need verbalization to be understood. Logan was not well-versed with recognizing and acting on emotions, but after the lifetime he was feeling in this moment, he realized that he would trade almost anything to spend an actual lifetime with V.

They eventually stopped kissing and just stood there for a moment, pressing their foreheads together in some vague form of reassurance. Logan wished that this moment of serenity would last forever, but that was not meant to be. V pulled back and blushed, looking down at his feet. “I know we both said we would give us a chance if we met again, but do you still mean it?”

Logan nodded. “Do you?”

V smiled, leaning in to kiss Logan’s nose. “I wouldn’t have pulled you into this closet if I didn’t.”

They stood there for a few moments before Logan coughed awkwardly. “Could I get your phone number? I really don’t want to go through the trouble of trying to find you again.”

V laughed. “Yeah, that makes sense.” V typed his number into Logan’s phone before sighing. “I need to get back to work.”

Logan frowned. “Alright. Will you be here tomorrow?”

Virgil smirked. “No, but I can be here if someone wants to go on a coffee date.”

Logan blushed. “That sounds acceptable. Is 1 PM a good time for you.”

Virgil smiled. “Sounds perfect.” He gave Logan one more peck on the lips before opening the closet door. “See you then.”

Logan was a blushing mess for the rest of the day. Patton had decided to call him soon after Logan left the cafe, and he squealed when Logan told him of his encounter with V. Patton then spent the next 20 minutes telling Logan what he should wear for his date tomorrow. That’s when Logan realized that holy shit I have a DATE tomorrow. He spent the rest of the day at the local library, trying to find anything on date etiquette (or just how to hold a proper conversation). After promising to tell Patton about how his date goes, he reads several philosophy books to try and calm down. By the time the library closed, Logan was feeling slightly less flustered and collected enough to meet his new roommate. Logan knew nothing but the man’s name, so it was difficult to judge whether or not this interaction would go smoothly.

Logan approached his dorm once again, feeling a nervous twist in his abdomen. First impressions meant alot to most people; would Logan’s roommate be upset that Logan wasn’t there all day? While Logan wasn’t interested in being friends with his new roommate, it would be helpful to keep a polite relationship with the person he was going to live with for the next few months.

Logan quickly entered the dorm, finding his roommate lying on the floor, eating a bag of chips. Logan cringed as the crumbs got into the carpet, but attempted to be civil nonetheless. “Hello, you must be Virgil Storm. I am your roommate, Logan-”

Logan didn’t get to finish his introduction before the man burped loudly and sat up. “Oh, I’m not Virgil.” He used his tongue to get the leftover crumbs out of his mustache. “Remus Prince, at your service!”

Logan cringed again, suddenly recognizing the man’s face. While he didn’t go to the same highschool as Logan, his resemblance was impossible to miss. “Ah, I remember now. We’ve met a few times before this, if I’m remembering correctly. You’re Roman’s twin brother, correct?”

Remus’ eyes went wide. “Yep, and your Patty’s big bro, right? My, what a small world!”

Logan couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yes, what a small world indeed.” He looked around. “Now, what are you doing in my room?”

Remus giggled. “I’m Virgil’s best friend! We were gossiping about the date he’s going on tomorrow.”

Logan nodded. “And where is he now?”

Logan heard the door open and close from behind him. Remus giggled and pointed towards the door. Logan turned around, ready to start his introductory speech again. Instead, all that came out was a quiet squeak.

Standing in the doorway, slack jawed, was V. Logan felt his cheeks turn red as he tried to come up with an appropriate response. Remus giggled again, and V then seemed to realize that Remus was there. “Remus, leave.”

Remus whined. “But we were gonna talk about the guy that made your heart flutter and your di-”

Virgil growled. “Out, Remus.”

Remus stared at the two of them while Logan continued to silently blush. He seemed to come to the correct conclusion as he laughed. “Well, the world’s even smaller than I thought it was. Have fun you two!” And with one last laugh and something whispered into Virgil’s ear, Remus left.

Logan and V- no, Virgil- stared at each other before Virgil started laughing. Logan soon joined him, and they became a giggling mess. Virgil wiped away a fake tear. “What are the odds?”

“Of the two of us being roommates at the same college? Without informing the other of what state we were moving to?” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Too small to consider.”

There was a pause before Virgil spoke up. “Well, I know we have a date planned for tomorrow, but we have two perfectly usable beds right here, and-”

This wasn’t the first time that Virgil was unable to finish telling Logan what he wanted to do, and it wouldn’t be the last. But Virgil was okay with that, if it meant that he was feeling Logan’s lips on his.

[allmonstersxarehuman]

Fire meets fate

A/N: Oh Hi. This is a rewrite, I have a sample of a fic with the same name. Not to proud of it.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem! Reader 

Word Count: 2,379

Warning: Slow build up, light smut, Angst. I think that’s it.

Summary: Y/n worked for Tom, after things started to get heated things turn sour. A year later while out with friends he sees him and things start to again turn bad.

She let her body slightly move to the rhythm of the thumping music, the taste of sweet liquor clung to her lips. Y/n’s eyes roamed over the sea of sweaty bodies that occupied the club, one of the things she loved to do was watch the interactions and differences of the people who were intoxicated to the ones who were looking for a quick fuck. A loud shrill of girly voices broke her from the trance that she was in, she looked at the bodies that were connected to the voices and put on her best smile. “You always do this Y/n, how come you never want to just let loose and dance.” Y/n laughed at her group of friends as she took a sip of her beer. “You guys know exactly why. I’m fine, remember I am here to make sure you ladies don’t embarrass yourselves.” She teased giving the group a wink. The female knew that they would leave it alone, they knew it wasn’t smart to keep pushing her. Y/n gave them a smile, but that soon dropped when a pair of familiar brown eyes caught her attention, those damn eyes. Tom Holland. The man that kept her on edge, in the most deliciously horrible way. He had her wrapped around his finger and he knew it. She coughed shaking her head and excusing herself from the group and rushed into the bathroom and locking it behind her. Walking to the bathroom counter she gripped the marble and sighed trying to catch her breath, seeing him here wouldn’t have been a shock if she had known that he was going to be back in Los Angeles.

THE YEAR BEFORE:

Y/n started working for a company becoming an assistant it wasn’t ideal, it was a job that would help her towards her career as a journalist.

“Y/n, this is Harrison Osterfield and Tom Holland.” A male voice said distracting the female from the paper work she was working on. See even though she had a temp job of becoming a “co-assistant” she still had confidential papers to sign and read through. Y/n looked up and smiled at her boss and the other men standing next to him. The male that she came to know as Harrison extended his hand out to her, the action made her instantly smile, she did appreciate when someone was polite enough to use a proper greeting than a short wave; taking his hand she gave her most professional smile. “Y/n Y/l/n, but I’m pretty sure Gary told you already. It’s very nice to meet you both.” She spoke as her handshake with the blonde ended while the other male, she figured was Tom just gave her a nod and a wave. “Well, I leave you in the trusted hands of my best employee. I will meet you guys tonight at the party?” Gary said snapping his fingers and pointing them at the trio, before leaving. Y/n laughed softly and shook her head at his words. “So, Gary was telling me that you needed a co-assistant?” She said sitting on the couch watching the two males. “Uh, yeah I usually am Tom’s assistant but I have recently started to venture out on my own so I won’t be able to be around as much as I used to; I just figured I could use some help.” Harrison spoke sitting across from the female. “Understandable, is there any specific things I should know about allergies or phobias?” Y/n said keeping a polite smile as she took out a binder of things from note paper to small pieces of information about her two new clients. They seemed to talk for about an hour, with Harrison doing most of the talking. As they were leaving she said she would meet them at the party as she had a few more things to do before.

-10:00pm 2 hours into the house party-

Y/n sat a drink in hand as she listened to her boss talk aimlessly, she got very lucky to work with someone as sweet as Gary. Her attention then switched over to her clients Harrison had been chatting up a female since he arrived, Tom however sat next to her. As he drank his beer the actor started to lossen up, Tom turned to look at her and smiled letting out a small chuckle. “Is Gary always this animated?” She smiled taking a sip of her drink. “Usually, but when he has gets over is when he really shines.” Y/n laughed.

That’s when things started to kick off, it started off with glances then soon turned into conversations and playful banter; but 3 months into her being his assistant things became more and more intense. Playful banter turned into shameless flirting that soon ignited into something bigger. It wasn’t supposed to happen Y/n was supposed to being doing a job, not doing the client. They had both started to have casual sex, agreeing with each other that no feelings were to be involved. Towards the end of her temporary assistant job she knew she needed to cut it off, not because her employment was ending but because feelings were getting in the way. So here she was standing outside his hotel room trying to figure out what she was going to say, as she was about to knock the door swung open revealing a female wearing a revealing outfit, Y/n already knew who she was the female was the hairstylist intern. The female smirked and licked her lips before walking out, not far behind was a smirking shirtless Tom marked with cherry red lipstick. His smirk turned into a shocked expression and then he quickly threw on a t-shirt that lay on the floor. “Uh, Y/n what- um what are you doing here? I thought you had the day off.” He spoke nervously. Y/n held back her tears, she feared that this would happen. “I came to check on you but turns out you are doing just fine.” She swallowed thickly. “Anyway I won’t sugar coat it, but what happened between us the last few months has been a mistake. I was also here to talk to you about my job coming to a close, but I will talked to Gary and made sure that you are all taken care of for the rest of your trip we have also already talked to Harrison and he is willing to finish up. It was a pleasure working for you Mr. Holland.” After she finished speaking Tom went to open his mouth to talk to which Y/n held up her hand. “Goodbye Tom.” Was the last words she spoke to him, and continued to ignore him as he called out her name.

Present Time:

Y/n tried to breathe, she stared at herself in the mirror trying to hold herself together. ‘Why are you getting so worked up? It was a year ago, you weren’t dating and you went there to break it off. So why does it hurt to see him.’ A knock on the door snapped Y/n away from her thoughts. “Um, just a minute.” She said clearing her throat. Upon opening the door she was pushed back into the room her back now pressed against the door, causing her to panic for a second before looking up to come face to face with the person she was trying to avoid. “Tom you were about to get punched in the face.” She spoke breathless. The comment made Tom smile placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head. “I have to talk to you about that day.” He spoke softly his breath was a mix of mint and beer, it was intoxicating it was making her mind fuzzy; or maybe that was the alcohol in her system. “Tom, its fine. We had an arrangement, and that doesn’t involve you having to explain yourself to me.” She spoke biting her lip. “We both know that’s a lie Y/n, there is something more. Something intense, it scares the hell out of me and I know it scares you too.” He whispered his perfectly crocked nose bumping mine, his lips brushing teasingly against mine. “Tom. It started out as something for fun, something to let loose. It never involved commitment. It’s started to become something that neither of us could control, a fire that is was raging out of control and in one way or another someone was bound to get burned.” She whispered my eyes closed shut. “And that person was unfortunately me. If you had felt that way you could’ve said something instead of burying your cock into someone else’s pussy. Which she let me know it had been going on for a while before I found out.” Tom pulled back to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “That part is not true, that was the first time and we didn’t even have sex. She came to introduce herself and before I knew it her lips were on mine and I couldn’t help myself. I knew your job was coming to an end and panicked.” He said frustration evident in his voice. “You don’t think I was panicking. I stood outside your hotel room trying to figure out what to say, I originally went there to tell you that we needed to stop because I wasn’t going to be around anymore. But when I saw her with you, it all changed it felt as if my heart was torn from my chest. But when I panicked my thought wasn’t to hook-up with some stranger.” She said attempting to push him away from her. But his firm hands took hold of hers only to pin them above her head, his lips trailing from Y/n’s temple to her jaw. No words were needed, they both knew what was about to happen. Even though she hated him, she also knew that she wasn’t strong enough to resist. Tom brought his eyes level with hers, a smug smirk on his lips as he crashed them against her pink ones it was a dance they both knew, as lips molding together. Fingers laced together like puzzle pieces, this was different than other times they had done this time they didn’t rush; every move seemed to be calculated. They both knew that there was no turning back now.

Their lips pulled apart just so we could breathe, he let her hands go tapping her bum and Y/n knew exactly what he meant so she lifted up her dress revealing that she hadn’t worn any underwear. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, she shrugged. “You could see the lines through my dress.” Tom shook his head before picking her up and setting her on the bathroom counter after he had locked the door. Leaning back on her hands she watched him intently as Tom pulled himself out of his trousers and used one hand to rub the tip of his cock against her already wet entrance while the other was placed close to her own hand that was settled on the marble counter. “Please Tommy.” She whimpered softly. She looked up to see that he had a smug grin on his face, she wanted to make a witty remark to speed up the process; but never got the chance because instead of words a loud moan escaped Y/n’s lips as he had slammed into her without warning. He exhaled sharply as he resisted the urge to move his hips before letting her adjust, considering it had been a year since they last slept together. The delicious stretch made her head fall backward as whimpers continued to fall out of her mouth. “Move Tom.” She spoke breathless. He didn’t have to be told twice, he started to thrust aiming his hips just right to hit that specific spot that made her legs feel like jelly. That was one of her favorite things about sleeping with Tom, he didn’t have to be told how hard, fast or what needed to be done; he just knew. He knew her body, just like she knew his. Her eyes closed then re-opened only to see that Tom’s brown eyes were already focused on her face, it was very different to the usual look he would give her. There was something much deeper, something that seemed to be eating at him. Before she could think more about his odd behavior, he picked up his pace pulling her closer to him so he was buried to the hilt. Her eyes closed instantly more moans coming out of her lips as she gripped his shoulders. After a minute his movements stopped suddenly, she looked at him confused he’s never stopped in the middle of them having sex. “What’s wrong Tom?” Tom looked at Y/n intensely. Something was off about him, everything felt different like something changed in him or maybe it was her. The words that fell from his lips shocked her and would change everything. “I love you. You aren’t just a quick fling to me. I meant what I said earlier, there is something between us that can’t be explained. Its fate we both know it.” It took a few seconds for her to wrap her head around the situation. She pushed him away from her whimpering at the loss of contact. It was like his words broke a spell, she stood up pulling down her dress and slapped him. “No you don’t get to say that. You don’t get fuck some girl, let a year pass, no phone call and expect to have sex with me and tell me that you love me. No I won’t be fooled by it Tom. This was a complete mistake. If you loved me you shouldn’t have let me leave. If you claim us being together is fate then it wouldn’t have ended the way it did.” She growled her eyes clenched. “I’m done being played, I fell in love with you while having a fling. But my biggest regret was falling for you in the first place.” She said opening her eyes not caring if tears were running down her face. “Goodbye Tom.” Y/n spoke before walking out on him.

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 15 of don’t read the last page is here!

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[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

"I just want to go back to sleep," she said; really she wanted to go back to this summer, when she had so hated the long stretches of empty days and taken for granted the seemingly endless hours they had spent together laughing and talking and kissing each other senseless and never once imagining how hard it was going to be.

"Then sleep, baby," Kristoff murmured, and by the way his arms tightened around her she knew he wanted the same.

chapter 15: new year

"Why is anyone calling me at eight in the morning on New Year's?"

She burrowed deeper under the blankets, squeezing her eyes shut and willing the whole damn world to just shut up. She hadn’t thought she’d had much to drink last night, but her head ached, and her mouth was fuzzy, and they had never made it to the shower so now she was pretty sure there was lipstick and mascara smeared all over her face, but more importantly this was their day, and she didn’t want anything to ruin it.

"It's not just anyone, baby, that's Sam's ringtone," Kristoff said, his voice still rough with sleep, as he gently rubbed a circle between her shoulder blades.

She ignored it anyway. Anything definitely included overeager calls from her agent who was still somewhat giddy at her newfound fame. Instead she focused her attention on Kristoff’s bare chest, pressing little kisses to it and smiling faintly when she felt his heartbeat accelerate beneath her touch.

Eventually, the phone went silent, but she didn't even have time to sigh in relief before it started ringing again. Kristoff pulled away from her just enough to get the phone and set it on the bed, accepting the call. "Hey, Sam. You're on speaker."

"Hey, kid. And hey to Anna, too. I'm sorry to call this early, wish I wasn't up, either."

"Just tell me what it is, Sam," Anna said, reluctantly turning over so her voice wouldn't be muffled against Kristoff's skin. "So we can all get it over with and get back to bed."

"Good news or bad news?"

"Good first."

"You've gained a thousand new Twitter followers in the last...uh...half hour? And everyone's excited to see you really can sing."

For a moment she was confused; how were those connected, and why did he need to tell her right now?

And then it hit her.

"Oh, god, Sam," she said, her voice already shaking. "But Hans said…"

"Someone didn't listen. They filmed the two of you singing 'Auld Lang Syne'. And, uh...people already noticed you guys matched each other. And the confetti. And came to...conclusions."

Kristoff stiffened beside her. "Can't you get it taken down?" he asked.

"Three different sources leaked it. And it's been reported on already. It happened so fast-- Lena found out half an hour after the first tweet, and by then I was already fielding interview requests for you. By the time we got all the official sources to delete it…"

"A bunch of random people will have already saved it," Anna said, her voice tight. "So it's here to stay."

Sam sighed. "This is on me and Lena, kiddo. Should've been more on top of this, shouldn't have encouraged you so much to go. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Anna said, her vision quickly growing blurry.

"How do you want to handle this?"

"I don't know, Sam."

"I know it's hard, but the sooner we--"

"I said I don't know," she snapped.

For a moment there was only silence. When Sam spoke again, his voice was soft. "I'm sorry, Anna. Let me talk to Lena. We'll come up with a couple of options. You call me later when you're ready, okay?"

She didn't respond. After a moment, Kristoff cleared his throat. "She says okay. Thanks, Sam."

He hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, where it landed in the laundry basket. "Hole in one," Anna said weakly, and burst into tears.

He didn't speak; he just put his arms around her as she sobbed into her hands, holding her close against his chest. "One fucking day," she choked out. "I wanted one fucking day to just be us again."

"I know," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I don't know what to do. Like, where to even start, I--"

She trailed off, too confused and overwhelmed to begin to put it all into words. Instead she turned over in Kristoff's embrace to tuck her chin over his shoulder, inhaling the familiar warm scent of him, and fought to hold back a fresh wave of tears.

"I just want to go back to sleep," she said; really she wanted to go back to this summer, when she had so hated the long stretches of empty days and taken for granted the seemingly endless hours they had spent together laughing and talking and kissing each other senseless and never once imagining how hard it was going to be.

"Then sleep, baby," Kristoff murmured, and by the way his arms tightened around her she knew he wanted the same.

---

She hadn’t meant to actually fall asleep, had intended to lay there all morning with him, letting herself be comforted even though they both already knew the fallout from this would hurt him, too. But suddenly she was blinking awake, her head pounding and her mouth dry, as Kristoff carefully wriggled out from beneath her; somehow he had ended up on his back with her curled around and over his side, her head pillowed on his chest.

“Kris?”

“Go back to sleep,” he said softly as he slid out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

“No, my head hurts,” she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes as she followed him. “I wanna drink some water.”

“Okay. I’m gonna take a shower.”

For a moment she felt nothing but contentment as she watched him stretch, the muscles in his back rippling with the movement, and amble out of the room and down the hall wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants. She considered following after him and surprising him in the shower-- she really did want to get all the hairspray out, and there was room for both of them, and he surely wouldn’t mind, and then she remembered the morning’s phone call and felt a cold wave of dread wash over her, tears already pricking at the back of her eyes.

How many more times had the video been shared? How many more people had seen it and wondered if she and Hans were dating? How many people had already been calling Lena asking for a comment on her relationship status?

Now she didn’t feel like crying; she felt like throwing up. What had she gotten Kristoff into? She didn’t particularly care about what people thought about her, so long as they still liked her, but he hadn’t asked for any of this, had never done anything but support her, and now he was faced with either becoming a public figure or watching the whole world believe she was with someone else. And he started clinicals next week, and she was going to be insanely busy as they rushed to get as much done as possible before going to Russia, and already they had both been so stressed and--

“Pull yourself together, Anna,” she muttered under her breath, pinching her arm to force herself back into the present moment. “Throwing a pity party won’t fix it.”

She retrieved her discarded phone from the hamper and shot off a quick text to Sam, asking if they could do a conference Skype call in half an hour. And Kristoff will be in on it if he wants, she added in a followup message. He’s part of this too.

Sure, came the reply only a couple of minutes later. Lena and I think we have some ideas worked out. And of course, no problem.

“Kris?” she called, padding down the hall and slipping into the bathroom. “We’re gonna do a video conference at ten-thirty. I told Sam you’ll be there. If you want to, I mean.”

He pulled aside the shower curtain, shampoo still in his hair. “Of course.”

He said it so easily, without any hesitation, that she couldn’t help but kiss him. He grinned when she pulled away and asked, “Care to join me?”

“We’ll be late for the call then.”

“So we’ll just kiss. And you can make sure I don’t have any more lipstick on my back.”

“Well. When you put it that way…”

They were only five minutes late, both of them still rosy-cheeked and damp as they set the laptop on the kitchen table and crowded next to each other. Anna was still grinning when the dial tone began, but the moment she saw Sam and Lena’s somber expressions her smile swirled away as if it had been swept down the drain with the bubbles.

“Sam and I have been talking all morning. We’ve put together three options,” Lena said without preamble. “Option one, you come out and tell people about your relationship with Kristoff. Option two, you say nothing and hope that people forget about this. Which they won’t unless someone else does something juicier, but it is an option. And option three...we lean into this. Drop some hints that you and Westergaard actually are dating. I can get in touch with his people, see if they want to set up an arrangement, the whole shebang.”

Anna felt her cheeks grow hot. “Why would I ever do that?”

“You’ve gained ten thousand followers between Twitter and Instagram just this morning, while most of the world is still in bed hungover. He’s a huge star, and doing that would raise your profile and the movie’s. It’d be a huge boost to your career, and it wouldn’t have to be forever.”

Anna pressed her lips into a thin line, not trusting herself to speak. Sam, looking torn himself, said, “It’s up to you, kiddo. But we can make lemons outta lemonade.”

“I’m not going to cheat on my boyfriend.”

“It’s not cheating,” Lena cut in, “it’s acting. Same as you kissing him onscreen.”

“It’s different, it’s--”

“I think she should do it,” Kristoff said suddenly. 

For the second time that morning, Anna thought she was going to be sick. She didn’t dare to look at him; instead she kept her gaze just above the top part of the screen, focusing intently on the cactus they had bought last week to keep in the living room. “Because I know you want a pet someday,” he had told her, “but we gotta make sure we’re responsible enough for one, and I figured that’s a good place to start, and yes, before you ask, we can name it.”

Sam was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him over the roaring in her ears. Kris responded, and from the corner of her eye, she saw him nod. “Okay, then,” Lena said, “Anna, I can call his team tonight if you--”

“No!” Anna said, horrified that any of them were even considering it. “I’m not-- Jesus fucking Christ, I could never just-- just do that…”

“Hang on,” Kristoff said, turning off their video and audio and muting the computer before reaching over to clasp her hands. “Anna, baby…”

His eyes were too soft, too full of love; that made it worse, somehow, that he thought this was the right way to love her. “I don’t ever want to hold back your career. We’ll still know the truth, right? That’s what’s important.”

She shook her head fiercely. “No. I-- no. It just feels wrong, Kris. I hate keeping us secret, but I’d hate just blatantly lying about it even more. And I don’t want to boost my career like this, with something just...made-up. And-- fuck, when you weren’t there I realized you and Honey were right, and I...god. I don’t care if that’s the best option. I don’t want to take it.”

He squeezed her hands. “Okay.”

“Okay?” “Yeah. Do you...do you want to go public then?”

“Do you?”

His voice was unsure. “I...can, if you want me to. I’ll just...you know, warn the clinic I’m working with in case of--”

“No. Nope. Don’t say anything else.”

“Anna--”

It was her turn to squeeze his hands. “Be one hundred percent honest with me right now, Kristoff. This isn’t just about me. What do you want?”

She held his gaze, watched as a sadness crept into his eyes and knew that he was going to break her heart and put it back together in one fell swoop. “You. Even if I have to share you with the world. Whatever that means, whatever I have to do, I just...I want to share a life with you, Anna. My whole life, actually, if we can swing it. And maybe someday I’ll be able to be what you need and be able to be in the spotlight with you and--”

“Kris, baby, I--” 

She was starting to tear up again. “You’re already what I need. And I-- I want the same thing, even if you’re never ready to go public. And I love you so much, and I’m so sorry that any of this is even on the table.”

He leaned forward to press his forehead against hers. They both drew in a deep breath that escaped in huffs of laughter when they realized what they had done. “Love you back,” he murmured, giving her a soft kiss. “Should we, uh, turn our video back on and finish the call?”

“If we have to.”

Lena was tapping her fingers impatiently; she stopped, looking embarrassed when the call resumed. “Did we come to a decision?”

Kristoff looked over at Anna; she nodded firmly. “Yes. We’re taking option two.”

“Are you sure? This is an opportunity to--”

“Get a new publicist? Interesting suggestion.”

Lena’s mouth snapped shut. Kristoff and Sam both shot her a surprised glance; she was never harsh like this. Well, she thought, times are changing in more ways than one.

“Alright, then,” Sam said at last. “Whatever you want, kiddo. Guess we’ll just...wait and see.”

[rockthingsbymeg]

You’re the jackpot I never played to get

Pairing: Dom!Roger x Sub!OC!Brooklyn

Info: SMUT (read only if you feel comfortable!), cursing, language, dom-sub dynamics, unprotected sex (be safe guys!), dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), masturbation, light (?) breeding kink, car sex. 4410 words.

A/N: Hey there! I’ve literally dissapeared from here, I know, but now I’m back (at least I hope… I swear I’m going to try). I’ll be posting mostly stuff from Roger Taylor from Queen because this man is someting else completly… I mean it… English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. I wanted to thank @cherries-n-rocknroll for beta-reading and helping me edit this, it truly meant a lot! Anyways, I think that’s all I wanted to say.

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The first time they saw her was right after a recording session. The four men walked out of the studio, and standing by a black Ferrari - the same one that had dropped Roger earlier that day - stood a beautiful woman. Her long, brown hair waved with the breeze; her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses, but they assumed she was looking at them, judging by the position of her head. A cigarette rested on her lips, a stain of dark lipstick on the orange part as she took her last puff, throwing it on a nearby trash can.

“See you tomorrow!” Roger spoke mindlessly at his friends, a smirk adorning his lips as he made his way to the woman.

Brooklyn. That was her name, Roger absolutely loved it. He had loved how it rolled of her lips the first time they met and he still loved it to this day. Brooklyn. It fitted her so well, like it was made just for her. It had exactly the right amount of mystery to it, yet still feeling somewhat soft. It felt comforting when he heard it, when he said it. Brooklyn. His Brooklyn.

A smirk formed on her lips as well, her arms - before folded over her chest - now rested by her sides. She wore a pair of jean shorts that allowed everyone to see her long, tanned legs. The top half of her body was covered by a floral shirt that Brian recognized as Roger’s, neatly tucked inside the shorts but still a bit loose, not hiding the shape of her breasts.

As the blonde approached her, she removed the glasses, her turquoise eyes shining under the sunlight as she looked at Roger. The smirk subsided, giving place to a sweet smile. His hands moved to rest on her waist, flushing their bodies together in a fluid motion and planting a kiss on her cheek. Her smile widened, arms moving up and around his neck bringing him in for a quick peck on the lips before giving another one on his cheek. She handed him the keys and walked over to the passenger’s side, both getting inside the car and leaving behind three very dumbfounded boys.

“I’d never seen Roger be that sweet!” Freddie commented with a shocked expression. “And I’ve known that bitch for years!” He spoke even louder looking between Brian and John, waiting for a reaction from them both.

“I’ve known him for even longer and I can’t remember him being like that near a girl.“ Brian had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes still on the spot where the car had been. “He looked so-” he began but Freddie ended the sentence for him.

“-in love…“ it came out nearly as a whisper. And at that, the realization hit Fred like a ton of bricks. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Roger Taylor was in love.”​ he laughed and began his walk to his friend’s cars.

John rolled his eyes at Freddie as both he and Brian began to walk behind him. “Whoever listens to you will think he doesn’t have a heart”.

Freddie looked at the man “You know that’s not how I meant it!” He waved his hand at John “It’s just- tell me, when was the last time you saw Roger looking at a woman like she isn’t a piece of meat made for him to shag?” he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I get what you’re saying,” John explained himself “But all I’m saying is that maybe, this time, he doesn’t look at her like that. And you sound like you’re judging him, instead of supporting. And for all we know, she could be just a shag that he plans on keeping for more than a day.“ He shrugged as they made it to their cars. “Anyways, see you tomorrow!” John spoke one last time before getting in his car. Brian and Freddie looked at him as he left, and then at each other.

“Roger never mentioned her to you?” Freddie asked his mate, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“No.” Brian answered simply, trying to think of Roger speaking to him recently about any girl. “He started to go out less times during the last few months but…” he trailed off, connecting that with the fact that it had been a while since he saw Roger with girls at parties or after gigs.

“Do you think he’d hide her from us?” Freddie asked, more like he was thinking aloud.

“Well, I would if I knew you’d start asking this many questions.“ Brian teased him, and Freddie flipped him the bird. “Look, Fred, if it is indeed something serious, he’ll end up telling us. And you know it!” They stopped by Brian’s car.

“I know, I know. But I’m curious. And I bet you’re too.“ He gave Brian a pointed look, as well as a pointed finger.

“See you tomorrow Fred!” Brian chuckled, getting into his car, listening to Freddie complaining about something before the noise became muffled outside the doors. Probably about the fact that his cab still hadn’t gotten there to drive him to wherever he said he had to go.

[…]

While the boys had been chatting in the parking lot, Roger had been making his way back to her home. The trip was longer than if they went to his, but it didn’t bother him the slightest as he casted glances at Brooklyn, who had her bare feet on the leather seat of her car, looking at Roger throughout the ride.

“Your mates seemed a bit confused back there.“ She commented with her velvet voice echoing in the silent car. “Not used to see you being so lovely to a lady?” she smirked, well aware of his reputation.

Roger smirked her way before looking back at the road. “They know I can be a little nicer than usual around women if that’s what it takes to get into their pants.” He answered simply, coming to a stop on a red light. “It just tends to happen after a couple drinks and not when I’m completely sober,“ He looked back at her, bringing his hand to rub the soft skin of her thigh.

“I see. Roger Taylor needs to keep up the look of a lady’s man, and not a goofy lover.” She opened her legs, allowing his hand to trail to the inside of her thigh. The tone she used was light and funny, but deep down Roger knew she actually meant what she said.

“I promised you,“ He looked seriously at her, squeezing her flesh between his fingers in a reassuring way. “I don’t need to keep up any looks, and I won’t if that makes you feel uncomfortable.” He began to drive again as the light changed to green, eyes focusing back on the road but returning to hers at every chance he got “I want you to feel comfortable around me, to trust me. And if dropping my lady’s man is what it takes, then I’ll do it.” He squeezed her flesh again, shooting her a heart-warming smile.

An enormous smile spread across her face, making the skin near her eyes wrinkle. “I love you,“ She spoke in a lower and sweeter tone, getting Roger to look at her with the most love-struck gaze ever.

With a smile as wide as hers he answered “I love you too angel.” He removed his hand, focusing back on the road, feeling her eyes in the side of his body.

After only a few seconds of silence, Brooklyn spoke again. “As sweet as all of this was, I have to admit something.“ Roger glanced at her, curious. “I’m soaking wet because you placed your hand on my thigh.” They both chuckled, Roger looking at her with a devious grin.

“You have two options baby girl,” He smirked, eyes back on the road. “Either you wait until we get home or you open up those shorts and begin the work yourself.“ He spoke casually, making her whine by his side.

With her eyes glued to Roger’s profile, her hand smoothly snaked down her shorts, not even bothering to open them. And her fingers immediately found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it.

“Tell me what you’re doing baby girl,” He groaned glancing briefly at her.

“I'm…I’m rubbing slowly around my clit s-sir…” She whined, feeling her back arch off of the seat.

“Are you teasing yourself? Want to last longer for me?” He spoke, his voice raspy just the way he knew she liked it.

“Y-yes sir,” She moaned, looking at him “Can I please touch my clit sir? I promise I won’t cum.“ She begged, stopping her hands for a bit, not wanting to tease herself any further unless he made her.

“Talk with me baby, tell me what you’re imagining.” He growled, looking at her as they stopped for another red light. The last one before they got home.

“Okay sir,” she began, taking a deep breath and stroking her clit tentatively “I’m not imagining anything sir, I’m remembering last night.“ She smiled and so did he, bringing his lips to hers in a slow kiss. “You made me so full. Your cock felt so big and so good inside me. And you knew all the right places to hit, just like every other time.” She moaned, speeding her movements as her legs began to tremble. “And I was remembering how much you came. God Roger, it was so, so much…” She trailed off. Usually, he would say something about this. They had a rule, Roger was sir​ for her. But he completely lost himself in all the pleasure shown by her eyes.

At this point, Roger was rock hard in his briefs, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as he did last night. He had decided to make it the best, as it was the first time they had sex after deciding not to use any condoms or pills. They were ready for whatever came in their future.  

He could see how much she wanted to cum, how much she was holding back just to satisfy him. With a kind smile and one last kiss, he spoke again: “You can cum if you want to baby girl.” He returned his attention to the road, speeding up more than he probably should just to get home faster. “I wanna see your panties soaked when we get home.“ He grunted, readjusting in his seat as he heard a moaned chuckle escape her lips.

“That’s going to be hard Rog…” She smirked at him, fingers stroking her as fast as she possibly could, a muffled, wet noise echoing trough the car.

“What? Why?” He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not wearing any…” She moaned, smirking when she saw him bite his lip.

“You’re going to be the death of me” He breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at her words. His eyes met hers briefly and that made did trick for her: she came loudly, legs trembling, heels digging into her seat and hips thrusting up to meet her hand. Her head had fallen back, eyes nearly closed as she didn’t tear her gaze away from Rog.

He tried his best to focus on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing at her every five seconds or so, watching her pleasuring herself to a breaking point all while looking at him. And her noises, oh​ lord​, the noises were the most sinful and beautiful thing he’d ever heard and it nearly made him cum in his pants.

She could see him tense up, breathing labored and ragged as she came down from her high. She pulled her fingers from her clit, raising them to his lips and he sucked on them, humming at her taste. Without a warning he stopped the car and turned to her, kissing her fiercely and reaching his hand down her shorts, wanting to taste her again.

She didn’t even notice they were at her place already, except for when she pulled away from the kiss and caught a glimpse of Mrs. Williams looking at her with a face of utter disgust; she’d have to be blind not to realize where Roger had his hands and that woman was far​ ​ from being blind.

At the slurping noise Roger made while sucking her fingers she turned to him with her cheeks flushed, holding back her laughter. “What?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed, eyes moving to the spot where hers previously looked, seeing the woman with her eyes on them. “I think she likes what she sees baby girl” he chuckled, kissing her on the lips one last time. “But this is a private show, only for me and you to enjoy, so how about we get inside?” He smirked at her, moving to get out of the car, not really bothered if Brooklyn’s neighbor saw how hard he was or how fucked up Brooklyn looked.

The girl followed behind, closing the car behind herself and walking to Roger, intertwining her fingers with his and leading him inside her house. As soon as Roger closed the door behind himself, her hands flew to her -​ more like his - shirt and pulled it out of her shorts, undoing the buttons slowly and maintaining eye contact with Roger as he took a step closer to her. His left hand came to rest on her waist while his right one came to her chin, lifting her head just a little up and planting his lips on hers. He didn’t move for a few seconds until he felt her hands sliding over his middle, holding him close. Her eyes gradually closed, and her breath finally began to slow down. Only then Roger began to move his lips. He knew she melted whenever he kissed her like this, and he could feel her relaxing into his touch. Her head tilted to the side, Roger mimicked it, and soon the kiss deepened, but didn’t speed up.

His rough and yet delicate hands moved to her front, slowly undoing the last few buttons of the shirt until he was able to feel the skin of her stomach freely. His hands rested on her sides, thumbs gently stroking her ribs and the bottom of her bralette-covered breasts, sighing deeply against her lips. He pulled her a bit closer, more firmly, before they both parted their lips, still allowing them to brush together.

“I​ love it when you kiss me like that…​” she spoke in a low voice against his lips, a smile wide across her face while they both kept their eyes closed

“I​ love you,​” he breathed out, not daring to open his eyes as his hands squeezed her more firmly, like she was a dream about to fade away from his memory.

“I love you too,” she breathed out with a wide smile.

His lips pecked hers once before he moved his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, wet, open-mouthed kissed on her skin until he reached her collarbone. His hands reached for the waistline of her shorts and undid the button, letting the demin slide down a bit. Roger looked down at the wet patch on her clothes, looking back up at her eyes and brushing his lips against hers like he was going to dive in for a kiss, instead just teasing.

“You’ve​ made a mess all over your clothes baby,​” he whispered, pushing her shorts all the way down to the floor and kneeling in front of her, a look of sheer love and admiration in his eyes. His hands trailed up her legs, stroking her skin as she looked down at him, her breathing getting heavier by the second as her hand reached to tangle itself in his hair.

The look in his eyes asked for permission, and as she nodded, he placed a single kiss over her clit, smiling as a small and weak whimper left her lips. His tongue darted out, moving between her folds and making her moan. Waves of pleasure made her shock violently, hand tugging his hair because she felt like she was going to collapse like a corpse on the ground at any moment if he kept up his work. And that seemed exactly his plan. His eyes had closed, face relaxed while he skillfully worked his tongue against her wet cunt, delighted by her salty taste. And the simple sight made her knees grow weaker, making her reach a hand to the railing of the stairs besides them, looking for extra support. It would probably make her arm go numb, but in that moment, she didn’t care.

Roger looked up at her through his long lashes with a smile spreading across his face. He placed a kiss on her clit again and then got up on his feet, bringing her closer by the waist “I think it’s better if you lay down, don’t you?” He smirked, picking her up effortlessly and walking to her bedroom.

By now, most of her stuff was gone. Some boxes rested on the corner, filled with the last piles of clothes and some old decoration she wanted to bring along with her to their new flat, way closer to Roger’s studio and way bigger. Enough for him, her, and the little one - or ones - they hoped to have. He placed her on top of the bed, stopping for a minute to admire her: her hair fell around her perfeclty, creating almost a sea of dark brown waves; her pupils were blown wide with lust, the brown nearly gone and replaced by their black; her chest, adorned by the black, lacy bralette she wore moved up and down in quick moves and, lastly, her legs were spread for him, wetness glistening under the afternoon glow. She was with​ no shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And she was his; she wanted to be his. It made his chest clench in the most delicious way possible, and a smile break across his face again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked shyly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to rest on his fours on top of her, noses bumping together while their lips brushed.

“Because you’re beautiful” he looked down at her with his endearing love-struck gaze, mixed slightly with his lust-blown pupils as well. As much as the tent in his jeans was uncomfortable, he could not bring himself to stop looking at her the way he was now.

She chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips “I love you a lot Roger. And you’re beautiful too, and that’s why if you don’t get down there again I’ll be extremely​ frustrated!” She stated and he laughed aloud at that.

He kissed her lips again, pulling away to wink at her. “Aye, Aye Captain” he joked, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her body. First on the column of her neck, then between her breasts, then right above her belly button, and then her hip bone. The last one was placed on her clit, followed by his tongue pressing flatly against it and his lips wrapped around it, sucking her into his mouth with a wet noise.

“Fuck Rog…” her voice echoed inside the room and inside his head. “You’re so good to me.” she moaned again, her hand trailing down to his hair and the other one gripping the bed sheets.

He hummed happily against her, hands wrapping around her thighs to stop them from closing around his head. He alternated between sucking her nub and fucking her with his tongue, rolling it around her walls and feeling her clench at the feeling. The overstimulation from the first orgasm made this second one build a lot quicker, and as much ​as he loved​ having her cumming with his tongue, he knew she didn’t love overstimulation that much. He stopped and brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply and slowly.

“You gonna fill me up Rog?” she moaned against his lips, earning a groan from the back of his throat as he rutted against her.

“Yeah baby girl,” he moaned, pressing harder against her.

“Yeah? Gonna give me your babies? Get me all knocked up, looking big and beautiful only for you?” she moaned, and that, along with the talking, made Roger nearly loose it.

“Fuck Brook… How do you want it baby girl? Tell me how you want me to fill you up.“ He breathed out, getting on his knees and doing a quick work of his clothes.

Instead of answering she turned around, laying with her ass on the air and in full display for him. She heard more shuffling before she felt the tip of his cock run through her folds, gathering the slickness before pulling away.

“Show me you can take my cock,” he asked and by the tone of his voice, she could picture his hand moving languidly over his length.

Without so much as flinch, she dipped two fingers inside herself, soon followed by a third one and, as quick as they were in they were out. Just to show Rog she’d take him easily. He pressed his cock against her hole again. And this time, he pushed inside, her walls clenching violently as she moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“So warm and so wet…” Roger moaned, hands moving to her body as he stroked the skin of her waist. “Can I move?” He asked between ragged breaths and as she nodded he pulled back, before pushing back in, causing another moan to roll out from both their mouths.

He started slow, with deep and harsh thrusts, filling her up to the brim. But, as the pleasure became too much, and the pleas more consistent, his pace built up. His unflinching rhythm skills making her roll her eyes to the back of her head with a series of curse words leaving her mouth as she began to push back into him. She wanted to praise him more, to ask for his cum, but her brain could no longer function with how much pleasure she was feeling. And soon enough, she was nearing another orgasm.

“Roger please…” she begged, her right hand moving to rest on top of his one, squeezing and bringing it to her clit “I’m gonna cum…” her voice was shallow and, as he leaned on top of her to have a better access to her clit, his mouth pressed itself against her ear, his grunts now being the only thing she could focus on.

“It’s alright baby girl… Cum all over my cock, show me how good I make you feel.“ He moaned out, feeling the familiar coil on his stomach getting tighter and tighter and his thrusts getting sloppier.

He flicked his finger over her clit in rapid moves, pressuring just right and, as his free hand moved to pull her left tit out of her bra and kneed it between his fingers. That did it, she was sent over the edge as a loud cry of pleasure echoed the room. Her body shook against him, hips pushing back against him and away from him with force, walls pulsing violently around his cock until he too came with a loud moan by her ear. His hands squeezed her body tight against his and he buried his cock balls deep into her, loads of cum shooting inside her body with every stutter of his hips.

The one move they made was to collapse sideways on her bed, bodies sweaty and warm against each other. Roger kept his arms around her, by her stomach, not bothering to pull out, he just wanted to feel her every time she clenched. “That was really​ good.” She breathed out, followed by a light laugh coming from them both.

“Yeah,“ he simply spoke, still trying to calm his breath. “But let’s face it: it always is with us.” His tone was playful and smug, and it perfectly accompanied the smirk on his lips.

She wrestled a bit until she was able to turn around in his grasp, a smile glued to her face as her hand began to push his sweaty hair out of his face.

He was thinking about something, she could see it by the look in his eyes, but before she could ask, he began to speak. “I want to host a little dinner so you can meet them.” He said while pulling her closer and rolling onto his back, letting her rest on top of him.

“The band?” She asked and he nodded “Are you sure?” her voice held insecurities that Roger already knew about and it made him hug her tight against him.

“You’re the most important person in my life,” he began, voice low and sweet by her ear. “They’ve been part of very important things in my life and I want them to know that I’m with you, that I love you, that I plan on spending every moment I can with you and every other sappy thing you can think of…” he smiled widely at her. “I know you think they won’t like you but can you please tell me, what’s not to like?” She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest, meeting his eyes “You’re funny, generous, empathic, caring, sarcastic, hot as fuck, beautiful… You’re the jackpot I never played to get. The only reason I could ever think for not wanting them to meet you is because I still think you could get so much better than me and I’m afraid they’re that person.” He spoke with his voice breaking at the end, hands cupping her flaming cheeks as he peppered kisses across her forehead. “You’re the love of my life baby.” He smiled down at her.

She could feel her cheeks hurting due to the wideness of her smile. “I won’t ever leave you. Never baby. Not for one of your bandmates, not​ for anyone else.” she stroked his hair, tangling one of her hands in his. “You’re it for me. Don’t ever forget that!” She kissed him, letting go of his hand as he snaked his arms around her and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

[animalkingdom-an0nymous]

So I’m a whore for J. But like blurb about J meeting an exotic dancer and smut about him watching her dance at a club he’s staking out just in the dressing room, slamming her around the room and just FLITH AND SMUT.

Putting this under the cut because I don’t need any dick stains flagging me

“Third time this week that you’ve booked a private room.” I laughed breathlessly as J dragged his teeth across my collarbone.

“You complaining?” He pulled back and looked at me, eyes dark.

I slowly shook my head, briefly pondering what he would have done if I’d said yes. The truth was that I didn’t even know if his name really started with a J, or if this was just some fun little game for him.

I couldn’t remember the first time I saw him at the club, but I quickly began recognizing him the more he showed up, those glassy eyes always glued to me. Being a stripper, I didn’t have room for embarrassment or modesty, but there was something about the way he watched me dance that left me completely self conscious. Vulnerable. And when J finally booked a private dance in one of our VIP rooms after watching me for nearly a month, I was terrified. Was he stalking me? Obsessed? He couldn’t have been older than a college aged guy, but let’s be real, it’s hard to trust any white guy in this day and age.

That was two weeks ago and this was the fifth time I’d seen him since then, but of course I wasn’t complaining. I was fucking hooked on him.

“I like this.” J dragged his pointer finger down the center of my body, dragging gold and white glitter with him.

“You’re gonna get covered in sparkles, you know.” I laughed before sinking my teeth into his bare shoulder as he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back.

“Good. I can look at it later and remember all the nasty shit I’m about to make you do.”

His words sent shivers down my spine and I arched into him, our lips meeting in the hazy red and blue lights of the dimly lit room. I could hear sounds outside in the main room, the low bass of whatever song was playing. Princess Di (real name Evelyn) was onstage. The fan favorite. But not J’s. I was his favorite, and in that moment it was all I cared about.

I’d never slept with a customer until J, but he was so… tempting. Provocative. Mysterious. And he also wasn’t a complete asshole, which was refreshing.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked as he dropped me onto the couch that he ususally sat on. “And what are you about to make me do?”

He jerked his chin at the other side of the couch. “I want you to lay your head over the side of it.”

My eyes widened slightly, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do but we’d never done that. J liked having his cock sucked, he would thrust up and fuck my face until my jaw ached, but we had never done it that way.

“Nervous?” he asked with a small smirk, sliding a hand up the soft skin of my inner thigh. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his brown leather belt already opened and his zipper undone. He was painfully hard, I could see the outline of his cock restrained against the denim material.

I shook my head and J’s smile widened. He knew I was lying. I barely knew him and he could still tell. Silently, he walked towards the edge of the couch, beckoning me to follow him, and I crawled across the black velvet before laying flat, turning so that I lay on my back, staring up at him.

I felt like a trained dog following him but I didn’t care. I loved that I didn’t have to think when I was with J. I could just exist for a little while.

J was looking down at me, head cocked to the side. He slid his fingers over my face, dipping them into my mouth. I sucked, hard, dragging my tongue over the digits and letting my eyes flutter shut as I moaned.

“Eyes open.” His voice was rough, hoarse, and he pushed his fingers deeper. When he hit the back of my throat my eyes widened and I fought back a gag, turning my head to the side.

J’s free hand wrapped around my throat, stilling my movements. “Stay.” He said it slowly, quietly, eyes concentrated on my face as he did it again, pushing his fingers in and successfully making me gag.

I kicked my leg against the couch and he pulled his hand back with a laugh. “You have to stay still when I do it, okay? Be good and stay still. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

I nodded my head, breathless. For whatever reason, I trusted J. I trusted that he wouldn’t push too far, that he would stop if I said no. I trusted that he wouldn’t hurt me and maybe that was stupid, but there I was anyway.

I lay there breathless and wet as J made quick work of ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. I reached up, stroking him, my fingers wrapping around his cock. It was hard to see in the dimly lit room, but I could still make out the thick length of it, see the pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I couldn’t help but lean up, turning slightly to take it in my mouth, moaning when I tasted him.

J sucked in a breath through his teeth, abdominal muscles tightening. I loved his body, loved how strong he looked. The first time we fucked he’d thrown me down on the couch so hard I thought I got whiplash and sometimes he gripped my thighs so hard they bruised. But I wanted it, the bruises and the whiplash. Something about J felt so fucking dangerous and I craved him.

“Lay down.” It was a command and I obeyed, resuming my position.

I opened my mouth, my chest heaving as I took a few deep breaths. J slid the head of his cock over my chin and down my cheek, his eyes wide as he did it. He was having fun, I could tell, but before long he was bending his knees and dipping into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he gave a low grunt.

“Fuck.” J was holding the base of his cock while I sucked, my cheeks hollowing out. It was a difficult angle, impossible to properly bob my head, and when I reached up to stroke what wasnt in my mouth he grabbed my hand, holding my wrist in a tight grip. “No hands. Keep doing that, it’s good. You’re doing so fucking go- fuck.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as I repeatedly flicked my tongue against his tip, moaning so that he could feel the vibrations. I was having fun and it felt good knowing I was making him feel good.

J’s hips thrust suddenly and he hit the back of my throat. Once again, my first instinct was to turn my head, but his finges wrapped around my throat, just under my jaw, and I inhaled sharply through my nose, whimpering and trying to stay still.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He spoke slowly, calmly. “Stay. Still. Trust me, Y/N.” He stroked his fingers over my throat and up my chin, his cock still in my mouth. “Open your mouth wider. It’s okay to spit, to get messy. I want that, okay? Don’t get embarrassed with me.”

I moaned again, this time louder. I couldn’t fucking help myself, his words did something to me. He wanted me to get messy, he wanted me to be his little pornstar. And I wanted that. I wanted to do anything he told me to, and I surprised myself when I reached out, grabbing onto his hip bone and pulling him forward, letting the tip touch my throat again, this time a full blown gag happening. My eyes watered, my back arching off the couch as I tried to breathe through my nose.

“That’s it.” He thrust again, pushing deeper as I gagged again, this time louder. “Keep going, that's it. Good fuckin girl.”

Spit was dripping down my cheeks as he thrust, fucking my face in a way I’d never done before. I gagged again, hard, and he pulled out, a long string of saliva still connecting us. I could barely see from my watering eyes and I was sure my lipstick was smeared. I didn’t fucking care.

“More.” I demanded.

Blurbathon-6

[your-high-lady]

Realisation

Summary: This story is about Feyre. She has a couple of small dreams she wants to achieve but turns out it isn't as easy as she imagined it would. Trust me, the story is better than the summary. Modern AU. Feysand.

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Horror

IMPORTANT: Please read

Initially, I rated this story K+. I have now changed that to T because of the content in this chapter(I didn't realise how mature this story would turn out). If you would like to continue reading the story but avoid the particularly graphic rape scene I will leave a marking for you to indicate where it starts and finishes so that you don't read something you don't want to read accidentally.

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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the spectacular Sarah J Mass.

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Tamlin insisted he takes me out to the movies today. It is our one-year anniversary. I'd just wanted to snuggle up into his arms and watch a movie for the night, but he insisted we go out. "Why watch a movie at home, when you can watch one in the cinemas?" I still hadn't been convinced, but then he'd started kissing me and I just... melted.

I couldn't believe it had almost been a whole year, though. It felt like it was just yesterday that Tamlin had given me that smile. Tapped me on the shoulder. Asked me out. But more time had passed since then. A whole year had passed. And that's what we were going to celebrate.

Hearing a knock on my door, I quickly checked that I've got everything I might need for the night. Wallet, check; phone, check. Keys, check. Lipstick, check. Just as I was walking to the front door, I passed a mirror hanging on the corridor wall, catching a glimpse of myself. I'd donned one of Mor's sexier dresses. A dark midnight blue lace-y thing, coming up to my mid-thighs. And it was shoulder-less, too. The whole time I was getting ready, I kept thinking about how stupid this is. This isn't me. I don't dress like this. I don't ever wear this much make up. But among those thoughts, were also others: Tamlin will like this. He'll like that I put in an effort. He's always asking me to put on sexy clothes, dresses that barely cover anything. He'll like this; he is the one I'm wearing the dress for.

I'd never been great at hiding my emotions and Mor had seen the nervousness clear on my face while she watched me go through her closet. "Feyre, are you sure Tamlin is the guy you've been waiting for, for so long?" She'd asked. In turn, I'd given her a weird look and said, "Yes, of course, Mor. Why would I be with him, if that weren't the case? He is the right guy. I'm sure of it." But as I'd talked to her, I'd been unable to look at her. As if I knew that whatever I'd see in her eyes would convince me that this was wrong. That she was speaking the truth, while I was shielding myself from it.

I could hear her, now. She was sitting in the living room, watching a sitcom, laughing and eating dinner. Looking back at the mirror, I quickly brushed some stray hairs back and pushed my bra up before putting a smile on my face, and opened the door.

"Feyre! Are you ready for the movies?" He asked with his big smile, that had blinded me at first. Before I could answer, he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips, before taking my arm. I quickly shouted a bye, Mor, before stumbling down the driveway behind Tamlin.

In the car, he asked me about my day and other things before turning up the radio. He had some eighties music on. I went to change the channel but Tamlin stopped my hand, asking me with a little frown, "What are you doin'? Leave it on." Though his words stung a little, he was smiling, which in turn made me want to smile. I didn't know what to feel. It was so weird. Just yesterday, I'd loved everything about Tamlin. I'd found everything about him just perfect. I could feel his love for me every time he looked at me. Did this have something to do with what Mor had said? Was Tamlin really not the right guy? No, of course, he was. He was the one who made butterflies appear in my stomach. He was the one who protected me. Loved and cherished me. That was what I wanted, and that's what he's giving me. That makes him the perfect one, right? Right?

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I couldn't concentrate on the movie.

Mor's words kept going through my head; my own thoughts kept going through my head. I just couldn't stop doubting myself. Wasn't this what I'd wanted. Wasn't this the right thing for me. What's wrong?

I turned my head to look at Tamlin. Unlike me, no thoughts seemed to be attacking him; his expression was one of delight. We were watching a movie about racing cars. Of course, he found it interesting—he was a man. I sighed. At least the movie was almost finished.

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"Well, wasn't that an amazing movie?" Tamlin said to me as we exited the cinema hall. I smiled at him but didn't say anything. He gave me a small frown before linking my arm into his and said, "I've got a surprise for you." His smirk made me curious. Rather than asking him what the surprise was, I just let him lead me to where ever he wanted.

Turned out we had to drive there. I was surprised when he parked the car in front of a bar. It was called The Ale House. Hmm. "I want you to meet some of my friends." He said as we went inside. Inside, I could see many people dancing on the floor. Among those people were the ones who didn't have any respect for the people around them and were rubbing there near-naked and sweaty bodies against others. It was disgusting. I grabbed Tamlin's arm. "I don't want to be here." My voice came out meeker than I would've liked.

He just said, "Come on." I followed him. Later I wished I hadn't.

He led to the floor above the dance floor. Up there were small seating areas were made up of round couches. In one corner, the one we were heading towards, I could see four men and a woman. She noticed us coming and immediately alerted the others of our presence. We were within hearing distance of them know. "Hey Tamlin, got a new girl, have you?" One of them shouted, leering at me. I, subtlety, pulled my dress down. The pure greed in his face made me shudder. Instinctually moving closer to Tamlin, I linked my arm in his.

"Hey bro, how ya doin'? Tamlin said, slapping a scrawny boy with brown hair on the shoulder. As we took a seat, he introduced me to his friends. "Guys this is my girlfriend, Feyre. We're out celebrating our one-year anniversary." I was greeted by a lot of "ooh's" at that.

Tamlin then told me each of their names, starting from the left. Hart: A powerfully-built man with black hair. Dagdan: a skinny guy with black hair. Brannagh: the female version of Dagdan, also his twin sister. Bron: the man Tamlin had slapped on the shoulder. And then finally Lucien. A red-haired man with a russet and gold eye. His left eye had been replaced with a metal one, which gave him a badass look. Despite that, he seemed to me like the nicest one of all of Tamlin's friends.

After that, I mostly tuned them out. At least, until I noticed the look Dagdan was giving me. "—shot was so—" Bron was saying before Dagdan interrupted him with, "Tamlin, can I take her?" Tamlin raised his eyebrows before glancing at me. Turning back to Dagdan, he gave the smallest of nods. I whipped my head around to look at him, incredulously. He didn't even seem to be worried. He was just letting me be taken by Dagdan, who definitely did not have good intentions in mind. I tried to keep my face expressionless, despite the horror coursing through me.

Now standing in front me, Dagdan took my arm. I tried free myself from his grimy grip but it was too strong. He simply pulled me on to my feet and dragged me away with a vicious smile on his face. Tamlin didn't turn to look at me once.

Through a back door, Dagdan led me to a dark alley. I could see garbage bins overflowing with more bags on their sides. I gagged at the rancid smell. Unfortunately for me, Dagdan found this suitable enough for what he was planning to do. And I knew what he was planning to do, what Tamlin had let happen. He'd let Dagdan take me somewhere secluded so that he could do whatever he wanted to do to me. And Dagdan wanted pleasure; sex. I didn't want to do it with him. I was going to be raped if I didn't find a way out of this. But my mind had gone blank; I couldn't think past the buzzing noise in my ears.

Starting.

He pushed me hard against a brick wall. I whimpered in pain, in fear. I was so scared, I felt like I could puke. But honestly, that wouldn't be so bad, if I did it on him. I huffed a laugh, at the image, before reality came back to me. I was pressed against a wall and Dagdan was pulling his pants down. As he did that, he put lips against my neck, smelling me. I felt his lips caress a sensitive spot just under the ear and shivered. His pants bunched around his feet before he put his grubby hand on my thigh. I trembled with disgust. Why, why, why did I not listen to Mor. She warned me, and I chose to ignore it. And now I'm paying for it. I could feel his fat fingers pulling my panties down. I could feel him cup me, feeling how wet I was. Damn my body for reacting to his… yuckiness. I felt tears silently drip down my cheeks. I felt dry, cracking lips, a tongue forcing its way down my throat. My hands shot up to take a hold of his arms, trying to take them off from me. But then he slapped me across the face and then thrust himself inside me. He didn't give me time to adjust. He just forced himself into me in one go. And he wasn't gentle. I was able to let out just a whimper, instead of the scream building in my throat. I didn't want him to remember me as the weak girl, who was so easy to take for himself. He tangled his fingers in my hair before yanking my head back, exposing my neck to him. He bit me, hard enough to bruise. He sucked on the skin before biting again. And again. And again. And all through that, I kept whacking him on his shoulders, arm, anywhere I could connect with him, in an attempt to push him away. But with each time he bit, it felt like his teeth got sharper, rougher, and I just couldn't. Suddenly I didn't care. I just went limp and wished for it to stop. He pulled himself out before thrusting again. Letting go of my hair, I felt him roughly pull down my dress. The sound of cloth tearing filled my ears. Then I felt his hand release open the latch of my bra. I could feel the bitter cold air touch my nipples, as they hardened. I felt his lips close around my right nipple just he bit it, hard enough to draw blood. His hand pinched my other one. I hear the whimper that gets let out of my mouth, without actually processing it. And throughout all that, reluctantly, I can feel my own arousal growing. But I don't want this. I don't want Dagdan. I want… wanted Tamlin. But not anymore. Not after he let this happen to me.

Please, stop. Please, stop. Please, save me from this, god. I start sobbing and heard Dagdan laugh, as he enjoyed the mental and physical torture I was going through. He thrusted a couple more times, each one harder and faster than the last. He bit my other nipple, just as hard, too. He did everything. Everything, that could possibly hurt me but please him. Everything. Until he finally came. He groaned and moaned as he spilled himself inside me. Thinking about his semen inside me wanted to make me puke. I even felt a little of my dinner rise up my throat.

Finished.

When he was finally done, he let me drop down to the ground and pulled his pants up. I could see my panties lying in front of me, tattered. Pulling my torn dress over my breasts so that they were covered, I wrapped my arms around myself. Looking up, I saw Dagdan grinning at me. I spat in his face. He blinked at me, wiping the saliva from his face. He stared at it, frowning, before slapping me. I felt blood pool in my mouth before I spit that out on the ground. I turned to glare at him, but he was already gone.

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4. Part 2

I didn’t know what car to drive so I am driving my Range Rover, I also didn’t know what to wear but I am wearing something casual. I even get my haircut in the morning, I got my barber to come to me. This is stressful, sighing out heavily. It was so easy to actually find Robyn, there is only one around this area, she couldn’t be far so I just called up. I asked and they told me straight away, it’s cute that she made me do that. Banging my car door shut and locked the door behind me, I am wearing a plaid open shirt, a grey tee, jeans and some new Puma sneakers I bought. I wasn’t sure what to wear at all, I didn’t want to look overdressed, this is just a meet up so I don’t know. Kellen called me last night, he said that he was thinking and he said go for it, I am happy he said that. I am deep down so very scared, this is new territory for me. Breaking out of those chains with my family is hard, I am going to do it. I just need to find the right girl, I just need to do it right. I feel like Bonita is the good for me, I am scared to lose her so that is saying something. Looking down at my watch, it’s like twelve thirty now and I am here, she got me making sure I am on time. I am scared to know what Naomi is up too or which baby she has stolen, I am staying well away from her because she is bad vibes. That divorce will be coming her way soon once I find that someone who is worth it, I do want love and I do want to be happy. Everything is just so scary, dating is scary too because it’s been so long where I can be myself.

Rubbing my hands together, nervous as shit. I was going to upgrade her room but I didn’t, I thought leave it. I am not going to start doing that just yet, I need to just relax. Let it flow, there is something there. We flirt mad hard every night on the phone, she knows what she is doing and I am here for it. This is the room so here we go, looking down the lobby before knocking on the door. Yes people know who I am in this hotel, what can they say when I pay their wages. They need to mind their own damn business on this, they do turn a blind eye to it anyways. Stepping back from the door, I think I just need a girl to bring that good side out of me. I don’t do well with waiting actually, knocking on the door again “I am coming!” hearing Robyn shout, the hell is she doing then “I am not fully ready” the door got dragged open, I don’t know what she is doing but the first thing I look at is her feet. She got nice feet, dragging my eyes up at her ripped jean clad legs, her body in a baggy shirt tucked into her jeans “are you done checking me out?” blinking several times staring at her face “you clearly can’t just deny you wasn’t” she has totally got me on the spot “uhm well, I was just looking. You look dressed?” I am confused “I am a little but my hair won’t listen, I want loose wavey hair, come in. Waiting there making me hold a heavy ass door” smiling to myself walking inside her room “I don’t usually get invited into the hotel room within the first five minutes of meeting a girl” her things are everywhere “I am sure you have been in plenty of hotels” she ain’t wrong about that.

How many shoes does one woman have, she is a shoe lover. I don’t blame her, she got some nice ass feet. I don’t have a foot fetish but I will with Robyn “so how was the hotel room? Up to your standards? You know I just came here to check on that” sitting forward while sat on the chair “awful, the wall are thin. I can hear the person next to me having sex” she is a damn lie “I think that isn’t a complaint, that sounds more like jealously because you can’t have some D” Robyn popped her head around the bathroom staring at me “I think the hell not, but I am joking. The room is nice, I like it” she moved back, she is very pretty. It’s weird how she is single, why is she not married yet “it’s weird don’t you think? It’s like we know each other, like everything seems to just flow with us” am I just getting deep for no reason “it does actually, don’t get me wrong. I don’t have every guy in my hotel room. I don’t want you to think that, it’s just we talk so much, it’s like I know you but it’s just different” I feel that too.

She said twelve thirty and it’s getting later than she said “ok I am ready, I just need to get my shoes on” I don’t know what she did to her hair because it looks the same, I don’t miss this part at all. Naomi doesn’t exactly make this kind of effort anymore, she is just not nice. I can’t even get turned on by her, pussy is pussy but I can’t do it anymore “the red lipstick looks good, you don’t need make-up I be telling you this Bonita. You don’t need it” Robyn looked over at me smiling, it was more of a smirk than anything. She is so sexy, on god she is so fine “thank you” she finally said “so how you long are you staying here for? I remember you said you had time off but I just didn’t know when” watching Robyn sit on the edge of the bed facing me “well I have until tomorrow night then I am going, I came here for Tiff, she is coming to me next time. I did mention one time that I was coming here, so you like what you see?” my phone had to start ringing right now, shit is annoying “you know I like what I see, I don’t know why you keep saying that” getting my phone out from my pocket, had to be Malik “I need to answer this” answering the call “what’s up now?” he been doing my head in since the morning “let me take your car, please. I will get rid of Naomi for you?” he is an actual idiot “in what way?” I don’t trust him with my cars “kill her, look just please let me use your car!” he shouted in my ear “if you fuck my car up I am coming for you, you don’t do shit but live off the perks of it” disconnecting the call “siblings” I said shaking my head.

“Woah!” Robyn hit her clutch bag into my stomach “hold it for me” frowning at her “really?” I asked confused “we just left the hotel room?” holding her clutch bag, she turned around to face the mirror in the elevator. She is still messing with her hair, watching her lift her hair up exposing her neck. Tilting my head to the side licking my lips, she has star tattoos. With my free hand without thinking I touched the back of my head, I also have stars behind my ear “I can see you in this mirror” looking up from her neck and into the mirror, I couldn’t help but laugh. I am getting caught every damn time “what are you doing?” I am confused “I just don’t think my hair is right” she sighed out heavily and let her hair go that she had in a bunch in her hands “it’s fine, seriously. I love the whole fit” she turned around as the doors opened “thanks, thank you for holding my clutch” she about to keep me on my toes, I just know it and she knows it. Walking behind Robyn, I don’t know why I am walking behind her like this I should just take the lead but I am wary because of where I am. I am known around here but I can play it off as a client, I can do this “fast ass, my car is here” she just walks and walks, unlocking my car door “oh yeah” shaking my head laughing.

I took Robyn a little out of the area I live in, she don’t need to know that “this is a nice place, it’s early to be drinking but then again, rich men always drink and with what you’re drinking. Rich mans drink” staring down at the whiskey “don’t play, this is nothing. You like your cock” I paused “tail that is” downing the whiskey “you ain’t funny, you think you are. It is intimate here though, so” placing my glass down “so?” am I seeing a slight shyness from Robyn, this is different “I have never dated an man older, I mean like go out on a date. You know what I mean” licking my top lip laughing “do I look bad?” she shook her head “you don’t look it at all, not even going to lie. I didn’t think about you that way, we seem so similar in a way. I find it weird, I am a very like Tiff puts it. In my feelings person, I have not had this connection. Being pulled towards you, it’s scary” she is very in her feelings, but she ain’t wrong “I get it, I mean to the outside world you may sound crazy but to me, I get it” this is so weird, we both laughed together.

Looking up from my empty glass, Robyn and my eyes caught and we both looked away. We both laughed at the same time “this is crazy” I said rubbing my face, this is not how I expected me to be “I don’t want to scare you, I think there is more than we are letting on. We have been speaking for what? A month and a few weeks, it feels so right. I like you a lot and I like what I see with you. I want to get to know you more, knowing you off by heart” ok that sounds too much “heart? I knew it, I knew you was a feelings type of person, so tell me about your family” does she have to ask about my crazy ass family “well I have a sister which she is older and I also have a brother and he is younger. My dad inherited the business with him being the first born, same is happening with me. I don’t know how to feel about it” Robyn pulled a face “so it has to be a first born son? So what if, I am just saying. What if you have girls? Is that something you’re like now? Is your mindset that?” I really need another whiskey “no, I am nothing like my family Bonita. I am different, I honestly would rather not have the business. Trust me, money doesn’t bring you happiness, I know this” fuck the money, I just want to be happy.

I feel like Robyn is taking in every word I say “your mind, well to me. You just seem like you want that one goal. I am happy with the what you said, I didn’t want to feel as if we was to get together that I had to give you a son. Just thinking but I am not talking kids just yet so don’t worry, but you seem very mature for a man. Men never grow but I am guessing it’s how you grew up?” Nodding my head sighing out “I had to grow up quick, my dad wants me to be that perfect candidate to take over the business. I do like you a lot, tell me about yourself. I want to know more” waving over the server, I want some damn drink and some chips “well you know I am the only child, so close to being a surgeon but I hate it because I am so busy. Working the odd night, I think guys feels as if they don’t see me but I never got to have that connection with a man like I have you, my ex was jealous in a way, he was a waiter and he felt less than me and it was never that. I didn’t have feelings for him though, I just need a man to be there for me and not badger me because of work and with you, you seem laid back with that and understand” the waiter come over to us finally “can I have another Whiskey and whatever the lady is having, can I also have some Nachos, ground beef please” I am hungry “I will have the same as before thank you” Robyn said “I do understand, I am busy too. Most of the time I am in New York, I don’t stay here much at all. I stay here for a few days and then go back” I only come here for Naomi but I ain’t about to say that “so what about you, your ex?” my ex, my ex is Naomi “erm, crazy. She was crazy for me, she was crazy enough to lie about everything. She assumed I would cheat, things like that. I never had any feelings towards them. I don’t want to sound like a bad guy but pussy is pussy to me, with you I have had more of bond than I have had with any girl” she is so beautiful, just sitting across her.

“Why are you pulling up here?” Robyn pointed out so confused, putting my car in park outside the Frank Erwin Center “I wanted to do something different, I wanted to bring you somewhere different too. I got us tickets to Kevin Hart’ tour” turning my car engine off “no, why? Why did you do that? I really didn’t want that” staring down at my phone screen, I know why my dad is calling me. He wants to know why I ain’t left for New Jersey “doesn’t matter, just get out of the car. Come on, I wanted to see him anyways” opening my car door “but I feel bad, the bar was fine. Take Kellen, this is too much” closing the car door, she is a woman. They will complain for a while and then get out of the car, I got this for Naomi until she pissed me the fuck off so much “seriously Maurice, why?” see, I knew she would be out of the car “because I said so, just come on” locking my car door “but I feel bad, let me pay you back. You wouldn’t even let pay half of the tab, this is not fair” maybe if I ignore her she will just stop, I hope it works.

We are practically front row, the plan didn’t work. She is still speaking “this must have been expensive” Robyn placed her clutch in my lap “maybe and why is that on my lap” she is attempting to tie her hair again “you got star tattoos like me” touching the back of Robyn’ neck with the back of my hand, Robyn let go of her hair “do you like my hair open or closed?” moving my hand back away from her neck “both, you got a sexy neck” placing my arm behind Robyn, I think this should be fine. I mean what’s the worst that could happen, nobody will be coming here that I know of. Robyn leaned into me “you going to have your clutch back?” feeling someone sit next to me, moving to the side a little and more into Robyn. Staring at the two females that just sat next to us, smiling back at them because they both smiled at me. I just noticed, since taking my ring off, I have never felt like free and women look at me more than they did.

I swear the women that sat next to me as hit into me a few times, I am just glad this thing is over “you know you never moved your clutch from my lap” picking it off of my lap “well you didn’t complain, this was so good thank you and I will take it now” she took it from me, everyone is wanting to rush out “are you leaving now or waiting till they all go?” the female said at the side of me “we are going now” Robyn answered before I could say a word “what she said” I pointed in front of me, feeling a hand wrap around my wrist and being pulled forward with her “what are you doing ma’am?” looking ahead of me “you said we going” did I say that, the queue is not even moving anyways and now we are sandwiched in. Robyn rested my arm on her shoulder, this is my opportunity and I am going to take it. Wrapping my arm loosely around her neck, stepping closer to the back of Robyn “now we stuck here, this is your fault and we stood up” Robyn turned her head to look at me “I wanted to stand up anyways, them females kept hitting into you and switching seats. They was being mad annoying and thirsty” my eyes widened “Bonita, please Mami. Calm down” Robyn laughed out loudly, looking away from me.

Walking behind Robyn while eating my French Fries “thanks for this” looking behind me, Robyn done taken her heels off “you want me to upgrade your hotel room?” Robyn looks so tired after today “no, don’t say thanks. You did enough, this is only McDonalds food. You held my clutch, you holding my heels now while eating. Thank you” grinning at Robyn as I stopped outside her hotel room door “so no to the upgrade?” Robyn shook her head, she placed her drink down to get her keycard “no, stop it. Today has been so good” she unlocked the door and opened the door, Robyn picked her drink up from the floor and walked into her room “same, I have really enjoyed today so much. You’re a breath of fresh air to me” stepping inside her room, I don’t want to get into her room and be all rude “so what we doing tomorrow?” I paused not even saying a thing “actually stop it, I will plan something. You are free tomorrow?” nodding my head “always am” Robyn skipped over to me “thanks for holding my heels” she took them from me “well I still got to eat my fries but it’s late, I will go and let you rest your feet. But let me know what you want to do” walking backwards “no hug?” she spoke up “no kiss?” I retorted “don’t kiss on the first date, well meeting” I am being cheeky “mhmmm, come here” Robyn walked over to me with her arms wide open, hugging Robyn “thank you for being a good date” I couldn’t help myself but I am going to do it, kissing Robyn’ cheek moving my arms away “you have soft lips, I will let you have that one” she pointed at me walking off, it’s there, we could have sex but let me go.

[finderskeepersff]

24.

It’s been a wild ass week since Cassius made me watch us have sex, that shit is still playing on my mind. It was a whole ass experience to feel. I mean you never know what the guy can see when he is on top, I am not big headed at all but I looked good, we looked good. I mean damn, I orgasmed more just seeing us so connected. I feel that shit, I really enjoyed it and I can’t stop thinking about it. I have the best sex ever, I have had sex but having sex with a man that knows how to use his dick and ain’t scared to use, my god. My pussy is pulsating thinking about it all over again, my god “I am back, sorry. Mitch left his key and couldn’t get in” Mia bringing me back down to reality “oh it’s ok, so yeah. Things are ok, I mean I hate being in a hotel but it’s a bigger suite. We have somewhere to sit rather than just that one room, so I am happy. I love Atlanta, Cassius on the other hand. He misses Brooklyn” Mia cooed out “where is he? I want to say hi to him?” Reaching over and moving the laptop screen forward a little, couldn’t see myself in that “he is at the gym, he lives there. When you see him he will be the same guy you first met. He looks well” I grinned “whew chile! That grin, you getting that good dick, I know that smile bitch” I can’t hold it in, I laughed out “I mean so to say yes but how is everyone back home? I do miss you all, how is Olivia, Lloyd, Kenton and my beautiful Mitch?” Forget about me, I want to know about them “well I am happy to see you happy, we are all good here, we are just getting along. We met Friday for a drink, Ivy came to drink water this time. Lloyd and her broke up, hallelujah. But he’s still a friend now, so it’s awkward. Erm yeah that’s it, Olivia is attempting to eat healthy which lasted one day, she isn’t even fat. But we all miss you Sofia, my baby sister, I love you so much. I can’t wait to hug you. I am happy to see you happy, I hated seeing you down so much” I love Mia so much, she means the world to me.

I am so very content right now, with life. After that Skype call to Mia, I know my friends are ok too. I really have nothing to do today, maybe I could read up on things Cassius and I can do together in Atlanta, I don’t want to annoy the workers again, I am trying to let them do their job. I was actually considering in going to gym with Cassius, I mean why not but Cassius talked me out of it, I wonder why, I mean what if there is some pretty lady there that he is entertaining, I think tomorrow I will be going with him, I have the doubt in my mind now so it’s too late. I’m just so very bored now, I don’t have anything to do, this hotel cleans itself because of the cleaners, I sighed out. I am still shook at Cassius admitting to me being the main boss, I knew it. I just had the feeling of him being that, he wasn’t doing no deadbeat work, which guy does that. Only a boss calls the shots and that is him, I mean it doesn’t shock me because he has the brains, he really is the Pablo, he won’t let me say it though. I am just as bad but it makes me think now, now I understand why he is putting things under my name, he hasn’t got anything under his. Only a child if I can give him that.

Folding Cassius’ tops, I am dying to be a housewife and do all these things in my own home “I’m back” Cassius announces like I couldn’t hear him come in “let me see you” I said with a grin, I want to see my baby all hot and and sweaty, I mean if he still is all hot and sweaty “mhmm what’s up?” He walked into the room “excuse me? You walked back with no top on?” I pointed at him “nah, my top is here” he bought it forward “I’m going gym with you tomorrow” Cassius snorted laughing “right and why is that? Why do you want to go gym with me?” he is laughing but I don’t find anything funny about this at all “because I said, now what?” Cassius groaned out walking off “fine, you can go. You’re just going to be useless and annoy me” I gasped, he is being so rude “oh and” Cassius walked back into the bedroom “we are going for a meal with my friends, Kyle, Myles, Amira and Isabella” scrunching my face up “are we?” Cassius just gave me a look, the look of shut up and you have no choice so I have no choice but I don’t want to go “can’t you just fuck me in the mirror again!?” I spat, he is so annoying.

I don’t want to be with his friends, they never leave him. He wouldn’t do shit, like I know they must be up to something “are you wearing that?” he pointed at me wearing sweatpants and a tee “yes” crossing my right leg over my left “we going now then” my head snapped in his direction “not ready are you? Sofia, I have spoke to you on this already. You are going, you are doing this” who is he glaring at “ask nicely then” Cassius sniggered “I tried that and you said fuck me in the mirror. You are annoying me, I fucking already spoke to you on this. They will be around, you know what don’t go. Stay here, I can’t be bothered. I asked you nicely. I was in the shower, I got dressed and you purposely got sweatpants on, you won’t win this Sofia. I am telling you now” pouting at him as I frowned, getting up in a huff and throwing my phone on the couch “what is that supposed to mean? Getting up doing what?” he asked “doing as you please! I don’t want to hear you!” slamming the door shut, he is so fucking annoying.

She has real issues with my friends, it’s beginning to really piss me off with it. They will be in my life and will remain there, they moved here and I don’t know what made them decide that. She is all upset because they moving close, I don’t want to hear it. She has no choice in it at all, and then this gym shit. I like to have some time away, it’s still new to me. I like time to myself but now Sofia wants to come with me, she will only just have a face on. There is females there, I am not interested but they are there and they do look good but Sofia will drive me crazy. I hope she doesn’t, do I need to deal with her being like this. She is really pulling tantrums on shit for nothing, she wants me to have sex with her in front of the mirror again, she is crazy. My burner phone started ringing, this phone rings more now I am not around. Unknown number as always “yo” answering the phone “Lamar, I miss you bro. I helped your mom today with the shopping, she has Bryce but she said he is visiting for a few hours” my smile grew “that makes me happy, you good Lamar? Where was you anyways?” how did he even see them “Walmart, I mean I just keep an eye on them. Things been a little rocky, nobody seen you, you dipped and they been trying to come to your family home. It’s good, we good. I got it” I got my family in that home “you think they going to try and go near my family?” I need to know what “I don’t think it, they want to know where you are but desperate times. You never know, I just want to ask. What you want me to do? Shit is still going on right now?” rubbing my chin “look after my family, until it dies down. They are thinking how I am still running shit, you need to quit it Lamar. They think it’s me running it, it’s not me is it? I want you safe Lamar, I told you to get out. Don’t run it” he doesn’t listen “Cassius I got it, I am the one that is rolling with your family. I got you, do you want a cut?” shaking my head “no nigga, just stop it. I don’t care if it is on my name but they seem to be on this shit, get out. End it” he is crazy.

Sofia didn’t make that much of an effort but she did the bare minimum, she still looks beautiful “I apologise if I shouted” I can’t be bothered to see her moody face “to make it better, you stay here. I will go, I will say you are ill but just remember this, they will be with me. Even when I get married” Sofia is a brat at times “I will come” she said in a whisper “good, come then” walking around Sofia “we will fall out if you do be a bitch to them, don’t disrespect me Sofia. I am never that with your friends, I am ever so nice with them too” walking into the bedroom “I won’t, I am sorry Cassius. I just got all angry for nothing. I was being stupid” grabbing my gold chain “it’s fine, just listen to me with shit” I am not in the mood for shit myself after hearing what Lamar said, I mean I know nothing will go wrong. I set things up to not go wrong and I have people there to keep my family safe. They my family at the end of the day.

My smile grew, Myles is here with his white woman “missed you bro” hugging Myles “missed you too Cass, good seeing you after a while” I am glad he is ok, I did think he would have said he going back to Brooklyn “same with you” dapping Kyle “the threesome are back in action” Myles patted my back “oh yay, the lovers are back” Amira is cheeky, I know that “you pipe up everytime” I am a nice guy “you jealous he screams my name at night” hugging Amira “how the hell do you know?” I chuckled “I just know, nice seeing you Isabelle or bella, I don’t know” she just laughed “nice seeing you again Cassius” she kissed my cheek, do we kiss cheek. I am not sure now “Sofia here?” Kyle asked, looking behind me “yeah, she left her lipstick in the car” Sofia walked in finally, I am watching her tonight “sorry, I left my lipstick behind. How are you Kyle right?” I don’t want no funny business “for your first girlfriend, she is pretty” Amira said “you know alot about me huh?” looking over at her “many years, Kyle just never let us meet. He said I wasn’t that trusted or he said you wasn’t bothered for this. I goes to him it’s because he doesn’t have a woman and would you look at that” she walked off “Amira, I know you may have forgotten” she said to Sofia, I know Sofia can like these girls because they ride or die.

Pulling a face at Myles “you one nasty nigga” how he eating Mac and Cheese with Bacon in it, who does that “it’s nice, fuck outta here. You look at your food, you always judge me, leave me alone” I chuckled “I don’t, you just dumb with food” which I am right “so I am guessing you had to leave your work?” Isabella said to Sofia “I did yes, I didn’t know his friends were coming, I was shocked” Sofia is still shocked “oh, I have been dating Kyle for three years now, he would speak on Myles and Cassius, I mean as you know they was out all time. The most I saw of Cassius was his mug shot when he got locked up, but Kyle would not let us have a meal. He protected him like some side hoe, even Myles. I didn’t know any of these friends. It is nice to see and also nice to know the people he spends time with and get all emotional over” Kyle is hating “why you playing for? Nobody gets emotional?” Amira snorted laughing “look you nearly died for Cassius, I knew for a fact you was going to move with him. But it’s hard, I know what he does. But it is what it is, I can’t stop him but he” Amira pointed at me “he found a girrlll now he all want to have meals, it’s cute. It gets me to know everyone, I can now know Isa over there” Kyle’ woman does not stop talking “you ever stop talking?” I had to say it, Sofia hit my arm laughing “I like her” oh she does now, Sofia now is liking the girls she didn’t want to see.

Drinking my water, I am on this health binge shit. I am trying to be good with all this “so Kyle or Myles, did Cassius really not have any girlfriend at all?” placing my water down smiling “you know what, you don’t have to answer that, she didn’t even want to come today and is here asking y’all questions, you using my friends” I am airing her ass out “shut up, I am not. I wanted to come, tell me. I want to know. I can’t accept the fact he never had a girlfriend, it is just weird, like what?” Kyle and I just looked at each other and we just smiled “he never had a girlfriend, he was all about making money. Women just got in the way, he has girls. That is it, I mean they always asked us to tell him to make them official. But he never made them official, I think Cassius didn’t feel they was special enough but he has the ladies, he was the light skinned nigga that everyone wanted to be. Tatted and light skinned, looking like he belong in Cali. He got girls, girls!” laughing out at Kyle “so is he a hoe?” taking in a deep breath “Sofia, why are you asking this?” she must have been drinking too much “because you fucked me in front of the mirror, you know too much. You done this before, you had that with my cousin?” Amira’ and Isabella’ mouth fell open “why you airing that out?” what is wrong with her “I mean I don’t know his sex life” Kyle shrugged “lying ass niggas” shaking my head lightly “y’all talk” she pointed at us “he had the ladies, but that wasn’t on our mind, just money. I mean does it matter, he love you. He told us, he committed to you” Myles came through “he changing himself” clearing my throat “anyways, ignoring the drunk in the corner. I just want to say, nigga we made it, there is only a few that do but we what? Twenty nine, we ain’t supposed to be here though. We supposed to be dead but look at us, we here and I appreciate you all, for holding me down and for the ladies. The only way is up, from now on we move on together. Keep a close circle, we keep low about this” I wanted to say that because I love my brothers.

I think Sofia drank a little too much, she is a pain in my ass right now “Lamar, I called him up. He needs to quit it, I ain’t give a fuck about no name shit. I don’t want no cut, I want him to be safe out there. He doing me proud by..” watching Sofia move away from the wall “your girl way too drunk, what is wrong with her?” Myles said, stepping back “what you doing?” I asked her, she just kept on walking until I grabbed her arm “leave me alone, you don’t want me” she pushed my face away, gripping her hands “what is your problem!?” moving Sofia back against the wall again “you fucked them other bitches, you fucked my cousin. You don’t want me!” where is she getting this from “you being real?” bringing my face closer to hers “seriously!?” I said through gritted teeth “you stand here and you shut up” moving my head back and letting her hands go “you can go Cassius, she need you bro” walking towards them “listen, he about to get himself killed. They think I am still doing that, I am not there. They will grow tired, they will kill him to get to my family to get me back. Deal with it, any of you two ok?” now I got to deal with a drunk Sofia.

I left Sofia asleep in the bed, I came to the gym. I rather escape here while thinking of back home. I come here to just get my mind off it, Sofia had lost her mind. I don’t know where she got that from at all, she would have a heart-attack if she knew I was running topless. Maybe me coming here is making her go crazy, I don’t know but she needs to relax. Keeping my pace up as I saw the female talking to me, pulling my headphones back “what?” I said a little out of breath “you on a higher speed today” turning it down a little “I ain’t got you talking to me constantly” Yasmin is pretty, since coming here we just talk but it doesn’t interest me sexually to cheat “oh blaming me now? I see how it is but you started without me today” nodding my head “don’t worry, I will slow it down for you now you here” she walked off, she has the best booty ever. It’s literally shaped like a peach, it’s amazing.

Wiping my face with the towel, placing the towel around my neck. Looking down at the bench seeing Sofia calling my phone “how come you came here so early? We supposed to be partners in the gym” looking away from my phone “just some shit” holding the towel around my neck “went out with my girl for some food, she got all drunk. She acting like I don’t want her and shit, I ain’t even that type of nigga. I hate that shit, I am not like that. I am faithful to her, she just annoyed me. She stupid, like she perfect, she really is” Yasmin cooed out “that is a sad she did that, maybe because like you said. You looking good, you feeling yourself are you not? Maybe she sees that, as a woman myself. I see my man changing himself. So if we move and then he is doing this, I would think why. I like him the way he was, we as women assume a lot. It’s how we roll Cassius, accept it” even she saying that, that is wild to me because why feel that way for what. Chest machine for Yasmin, what a sight to see “see about that” I said to myself.

I got Sofia flowers, I don’t know why I have but I have. I don’t know what she is feeling, I don’t get women, I just don’t. Closing the door behind me, I see grumpy straight away “you ignored my calls” holding the flowers up “oh this is nice Cassius, thank you for getting them” throwing them on the couch “you ain’t even deserve that, you tripping. I just told you about tripping and you do that in front of my friends Sofia, I told you this! What is your problem” She putting her hand up in my face like I care about her hangover “why get me flowers huh? Feeling guilty about something? You a fucking man whore. Come to think of it, you fucked around with bitches, Why do I need flowers Cassius” she is acting crazy “because you’re pointless, I just really don’t want to be dealing with your shit. You assuming shit, you just on top of me about nothing. Fix yourself, I fucking mean that fucking shit” walking off towards the bedroom, feeling the flowers hit the back of my head “fuck you!” she spat, I am not a violent guy, not towards a female but damn she is pushing my buttons “don’t speak to me, because I had sex with you good you just thinking shit, you going crazy” closing the bedroom door, I don’t want to know.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Someone I used to know

Summary: Y/N finally moved on from her broken heart. Will a ghost from her past change that?

Pairing: Brett Talbot x witch!reader; Isaac Lahey x witch!reader

Warnings: indications of smut, cursing, mentions of death and abuse

Word count: ~ 2k

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I was awoken abruptly by my alarm clock ringing. I groaned and went to pull the covers over my head when I felt an arm wrap around me. I gasped in surprise and turned to face the human this arm belonged to. To my utmost pleasure it wasn't a human, rather a werewolf. My werewolf.

„Morning Beauty“ he spoke with a lazy smile on his face.

„Morning Beast“ I reply flinching at the raspiness in my voice.

I've been exclusive with Brett for almost 7 months now, although our flirtations began sometime during the dread doctors debacle. It took me a while to let him in as my heart was still broken from my previous “relationship”, but I've never once regretted it.

Brett was like a dash of fresh air. He made me laugh like no other, he understood me, he listened. Every Monday morning he'd show up at my school with a bouquet of sunflowers because he knew how much I love them. Sometimes he'd sneak inside my room during the night and we'd spend the night cuddling. This apparently happened last night as I was in shock to find him in my bed.

„I can't believe I didn't hear you come in last night“ I murmur and lean closer to him.

„You were sleeping like you were dead“ he smirked and leaned in connecting our lips in a long kiss. He placed his hand on my waist and drew me closer deepening the kiss. As we parted I saw his eyes glow a golden yellow and lips curve up into a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. His kisses always made me breathless, and I was always smug about being able to make his true eyes show. I loved his golden hues.

„We'll be late, but we could have some fun“ he says with a flirtatious tone as his face inches closer to my neck. He knows that once he kisses my neck my resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm, gentle lips my hands will start to do his bidding. I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of his lips, burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his pine scented body.

I was pulled out of the trance by my phone ringing.

„Leave it“, he says as he nibbles on my lower lip.

„It could be Scott.“ I state pulling away and he releases a low growl at the loss of contact. Caller ID showed Liam and I showed Brett and got him even more worked up.

„Ignore him“ he tries to convince me, but I just shake my head and answer the call.

„Hey, Liam, what's up?“ I answer casually.

„One: you two are late. Two: Scott told me to tell you to come to practice today, it's urgent.“ Liam starts making me roll my eyes.

„What's so urgent that it can't wait half an hour longer?“ I ask as I send a coy smile in Brett's direction making him groan and bury his face in a pillow.

„Just trust me, okay?“ Liam says with annoyance in his voice and I roll my eyes once more.

„Fine! We'll be there in 10.“ I reply and get up. Throwing my phone into my bag I go to the bathroom to freshen up. Brett walks up behind me and kisses my shoulder lightly and leans his head in the crook of my neck as I brush my teeth.

„We need to get ready“ I mumble leaning into him, feeling his heart beating that always calms me down.

„I know, I just wanna enjoy this moment a little longer.“ He replies in a whisper and leaves a kiss right below my ear making me shiver.

„You're really cheesy sometimes“ I reply and finish up my morning routine. No glamorous make up today, just a touch of my favorite shade of red lipstick.

We arrive to school about five minutes later than usual. Brett goes to the locker-room to get ready as he agreed to help Liam train in order to keep his wolf side in check. Apparently every supernatural creature was slowly losing control over their abilities, but me. I should have mentioned I'm a witch. I'm not quite on the Bonnie Bennet level, but I'm getting stronger.

I walk to the bleachers and find Mason and Liam conversing. Noticing me approaching Liam stops talking and looks at me like a deer caught in headlights.

„Why are you being all suspicious?“ I raise an eyebrow and he turns to Mason and they begin their weird rambling with a sole purpose of lying their asses off, but I wasn't having it.

„One of you answer my question, slowly, coherently.“ I order and they both stiffen and start arguing about who will be the lucky one to piss me off.

Anger started flickering in my eyes as irritation rolled off me in waves and I knew Liam could sense that too. Just as I was about to resort to yelling I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me and I instantly relaxed.

„How did you manage to piss of my girl in a matter of five minutes this time DuMbar?“ Brett questions as Liam rolls his eyes.

„Where's Scott? Why am I needed here?“ I add.

„Come with us on the field and you'll see why“, he says making me narrow my eyes in suspicion. What the hell is going on?

I walk slowly to the field with Brett, hand in hand, and just as we enter I look left and see exactly why Scott asked me to come. My heart dropped and my head was spinning. He was here.

„What's with the mood change“, Brett asks, worry laced in his voice.

„That guy right there“ I point to HIM, „He's the one that broke my heart“ I say with a slightly shaky voice and Brett looks up swiftly to see him better.

„So that's Isaac Lahey.“ He states and I nod.

Just as Brett said his name, Isaac turned in our direction and he visibly paled. I guess he didn't know I was coming here either. He turned to Scott and they started whispering vigorously back and forth and I rolled my eyes for the third time this morning and turned to my boyfriend only to see him staring intently at Isaac.

„Hey, you okay?“ I ask him, putting a hand on his cheek.

„He's kinda hot“ he replies making my jaw drop.

„Brett, don't you dare make googly eyes at my ex!“ I exclaim making him laugh lightly.

„Someone jealous?“ He questions with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.

„Teeny tiny bit“ I answer honestly and hug him, leaning my head on his chest seeking comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. I'm startled by a low growl rumbling through his chest a few moments later and I look up too see him looking behind me as Isaac was sitting on the bleachers and staring at me.

„Who's jealous now?“ I ask with a smirk and pull him in for a kiss. After that is the heady bliss, feeling his emotions in lips so full of love. There is something unique in all the world about our kiss, and it is that we love one another down to our souls - a sacred bridge between two minds, two souls, two bodies. Brett and I were real, true love kind of real. I was his anchor and he was mine. Nothing was going to change that. Not even Isaac.

As we pull apart he gives me one last peck and a wink before pulling his helmet down and running off to piss off Liam as much as he could. I turn to the man sitting on the bleachers who was now staring at his hands and walk to the other end, refusing to sit next to him.

About five minutes later I felt his presence next to me. I thought he got the message, but apparently I was wrong.

„Hi.“ Isaac says quietly reminding me of the shy boy he used to be when we were growing up.

I look at Brett as he takes his helmet off and gives me a 'is he bothering you' look and I just shake my head.

„Hi.“ I reply calmly and turn to look at him.

Isaac was just as beautiful as I remembered. His dark blonde hair was still perfectly curly making my stomach twist as I remembered how it felt to run my fingers through those soft curls. His large, deep-set blue eyes bore into mine almost as he looked for something he cared for dearly but lost along the way. He wasn't as pale as he used to be...I guess running away from the supernatural drama to France did him good.

„I missed you.“ He states making me scoff.

„Don't even go there.“ I say and look away. I forgot how honest and straightforward he became since the bite. I was used to the shy, timid Isaac. That's mostly how I chose to remember him.

It's a cliche, really. Boy and girl meet, become good friends. Girl falls for the boy and thinks he loves her too, only for him to fall for her friend and run away after her death without a word. I was always there for him, no matter what. Sometimes I was there to let him vent about his dad, sometimes to patch him up after his dad took his frustrations on him, other times to give him a place to stay when things got way out of hand.

I loved him, thinking he was the one, thinking he might love me back, and that's when Derek gave him the bite. He became an arrogant, power-hungry ass that didn't mind hooking up with anything that moved. First, there was Erica, and then there was Allison. Watching them become closer and start falling for each other broke apart pieces of my heart that I thought I'd never get back. Brett pieced me back together and I will always love him for that.

„I'm just saying how I feel.“ Isaac responds.

„So was I. You don't get to disappear for a year and a half without a word and just waltz back here expecting me to wait for you with open arms.“ I remark harshly.

„Oh, I'm so sorry I'm not perfect as you. I was broken and lost and I needed to get away. I needed to do something for myself and I did it. Doesn’t seem like you were lonely without me anyways.“ He replies matching my harsh tone.

„You were broken? Ever though about how I felt? I didn't just lose Allison that night, I lost you too. My best friend, the guy I was madly in love with, I discovered I had supernatural abilities! My life was spiraling and I had no one to talk to as you were the only one I was close enough to talk about all that. You were broken? Well, you broke me too! You can’t blame me for fixing what you broke. Brett made me whole again!“ I shout losing my cool as wind started blowing a bit too fast for a sunny day. My powers were getting out of control.

„You were in love with me?“ He asked stunned by this information.

„I was...not anymore...As far as I'm concerned you're just somebody I used to know.“ I reply and walk towards Brett who was already heading in my direction as he felt the wind pick up.

Brett wraps his arms around me and rubs soothing circles on my back.

„Are you alright, my Beauty?“ He questions lifting my chin up to look into my eyes.

„When you're with me? Always, my Beast.“ I answer honestly as he leans in and gives me a light kiss.

Walking out of the field I notice the net was ripped.

„You did that?“ I ask and he shakes his head.

„Liam. He's losing it.“ He replies and I lean into his side continuing our walk.

Little did I know there was someone else who noticed the ripped net, and that someone did not suspect Liam, rather my boyfriend.