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jus-a-lil-mouse · 1 year ago

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BITE

(including this fantastic art from @this-is-z-art-blog )

Danny decided very quickly that he really, really did not like the new kid.

Kade Johnson (“That’s such a white boy name,” Tucker had said, eyes rolling) had started in the middle of November. A senior with blonde hair and blue eyes that rivaled Dash’s good looks. Smart and athletic. A model student. Charismatic. Friendly. Off.

“He’s just sort of… weird,” Danny had told Sam over lunch.

She had glanced at the senior in question, varsity jacket slung over his shoulder, laughing with the rest of the basketball team. “Yeah, Danny. He’s a popular kid who’s going to peak in high school.”

Danny shook his head. “It’s more than that.”

“Danny, I promise it’s not,” Sam replied. “Unless he’s, y’know…” she wiggled her fingers at him, flinging a bit of pizza sauce his way, “ghostly?”

“No. He’s normal,” Danny sighed. Sam raised an eyebrow at him. Danny rolled his eyes. “He’s human, I mean.”

Tucker dumped an armful of vending machine snacks on their lunch table, settling in next to Danny. “He’s telling you about his conspiracies too?”

“They’re not-“

“Yeah, new kid’s evil and out to get us,” Sam replied.

Danny grabbed the Ruffles and ate them as petulantly as he could, glaring at his two dearest friends in the world. “He’s weird,” Danny insisted weakly, glancing over at the senior again.

Clear blue eyes stared back at him, alive and bright. Unsettling. Kade grinned at him, showing off too-white teeth. Danny thought he might puke.

Behavior

It had been nearly three weeks since Danny was able to sit at his seat. He didn’t even realize it was his seat until fucking Kade was there with impeccably clear skin and the vague hint of cologne hanging around him. Khakis (who wore nice pants to high school?) and a polo and his Varsity letter jacket. And Danny knew why he, a freshman, was in the Junior-level physics class - because he was fucking smart - but that didn’t explain why Kade, a senior, was in the Junior-level physics class - because Danny knew that Kade was also fucking smart. It was the only thing Jazz could talk about anymore.

And Danny was stuck staring at the back of Kade’s stupid head. Because Star had just given Danny’s seat away. Like “Lab Partners for Life” meant nothing to her. Every day Kade came in and sat down next to her and gave her a big grin. And Star gazed up at him adoringly and said “What do you think of my outfit today, Kade?” And Kade said “You look great, why don’t you sit next to me at lunch today?” Or “I don’t think that style suits you very well, sorry Star.” Or something equally weird and unrelated to physics. And Danny couldn’t see the whiteboard.

Danny had tried telling Tucker that Kade was weird. Tucker had put Danny’s cheeks between his hands and said “Hey, man. You can tell me if you’re gay. It’s okay.” And Danny said “You’re an ass, Tuck,” because Danny had already come out to him three years ago.

Danny had tried telling Sam. She’d said, “At least he’s gotten Dash to stop wearing those stupid ripped jeans. The khakis and polos are an improvement.” Which was true - all the A-listers wore exactly what Kade wanted them to. They probably shopped together.

At lunch Kade sat with the A-Listers of every grade. They all ate what he ate and sat where he asked them to. They all wore stupid matching friendship bracelets that were too bright. The charms hurt Danny’s eyes whenever they caught the light right, and they caught the light right all the time.

Danny hated that guy.

Information

Danny was always a little bit prepared for an attack during school. After it had happened so many times already, it would be foolish not to keep a Thermos in his bag and be on edge all of the damn time. But it had been less frequent lately. All the ghosts seemed to be quieting down. It was suspicious, but Danny had been trying to take advantage of the sleep while he could. Growing boy and all that. Unfortunately, dull headaches throbbed in his head and his nights were frustratingly sleepless.

So it follows naturally that Skulker shows up while Danny is nearly asleep in English. He isn’t even fully awake when he transforms in the bathroom, Thermos in hand and backpack discarded in the corner.

He manages to be wide awake when he makes it onto the football field and finds Skulker staring down Kwan, who - to his credit - is staring right back. Danny’s able to get a good shot in while Skulker is distracted, and the following fight is short and sweet and incredibly routine. Danny touches down next to Kwan once it’s over. “Hey, man. You’re supposed to run away from ghosts.”

Kwan grins at him, bright and full of teeth. “It’s fine, Phantom! See, I’ve got this!” He held up his wrist and Danny winced as the sun caught the charm just right and blinded him. Kwan sheepishly put his arm back down. “Sorry. It’s an anti-ghost charm.”

“It’s a what,” Danny said flatly, reaching for Kwan’s wrist again. He braced himself for the brightness, and squinted to examine the bracelet.

“An anti-ghost charm!” Kwan repeated. “See, there’s a new student - his name is Kade - and he’s a genius. He knows all about ghosts. The charm is a little locket, see, and inside is special ingredients.”

“What ingredients?” Danny asked, trying to open the container.

Kwan kicked at the dirt. “Well, I’m not really supposed to ask… I don’t know,” he admitted. “But Kade says if I keep doing well, I can learn one day! Kade’s great.”

Danny grunted, finally wiggling the locket open. “Is that hair?” he asked, pulling a little knot of it out. It looked just like the clumps of Jazz’s hair that he found on his laundry - definitely human hair. And a small pin, and a little thorn that pricked Danny’s finger. “What the fuck,” Danny breathed, shaking his hand out. He glanced up at Kwan, who looked devastated that Danny had opened the locket.

“Kade will be upset that I opened it,” Kwan said quietly, as though confiding a great secret. “I might not get to sit at the table during lunch.” Danny did his best not to roll his eyes. “He says they lose their magic when you open them.”

“Why?” Danny asked, shoving the items back into the container and shutting the clasp. “It’s just some garbage - it doesn’t even do anything.”

“Yes it does,” Kwan insisted, suddenly loud again. Danny dropped his hand. “Kade says so. He knows all about ghosts.”

“I am a ghost,” Danny reminded him.

“Ghosts are liars. Kade says a ghost will tell you anything you want to hear to get what they want.” He took a step back. “You could be lying right now. Maybe you aren’t even saving us from the ghosts, like Kade says. I shouldn’t even be talking to you. What if someone sees?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Kade can save you next time Skulker comes around if he’s so great.” He left before he could hear Kwan’s response.

Thought

Danny is only a little pleased to be paired with Paulina for English today. Sure, she’s a bit unbearable to be around, but she’s pretty, so it evens out. The sickly sweet smell of her perfume worsens his headache, but at least she isn’t wearing one of those damn charms.

She gives him a disinterested glance as he sits next to her, worksheet in hand. He tries not to be that offended. And then he is offended, he decides, because she’s got a picture of Kade sticking out of her notebook.

“Did you do yesterday’s reading?” Danny asked. He knew the answer.

“No, I was busy at Kade’s house,” Paulina replied, looking at him as though he was stupid for thinking she’d do her homework. “I’m in the inner circle.”

“So… the worksheet?” Danny said, hoping to redirect the conversation. “Lancer’s usually willing to fail us for not finishing before ghosts attack.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe. Kade knows how to keep ghosts away. He knows everything. He’s protected the school so well!”

“I thought Phantom was protecting the school,” Danny said through gritted teeth.

Paulina tut-tutted at him. “No. Phantom is a ghost. Ghosts are evil,” she says, as though he is a child. “Kade tells us how to protect ourselves from ghosts. My perfume is ghost-repellant. And I do all of my meditations so that they can’t take over my mind. If you asked, Kade could help you too,” she added sweetly. “Your parents clearly don’t know anything about ghosts. Not like Kade.”

Danny recognized the insult for what it was, but Paulina also sounded genuine. She believed this nonsense. “Paulina, none of that works.” The perfume smelled bad, but it wasn’t repelling him. “How has he proven any of that works?”

“Um, it obviously works,” she replied. “Ghosts haven’t attacked the school in weeks, and even the attacks in town are stopping. That’s because of us. Kade is showing us how to protect the town, and soon… well, we won’t need Phantom ever again.”

She had a point. Ghost attacks were way down. Danny still felt like shit all the time, but at least he hadn’t needed to be doing vigilante business as well - he just thought he was finally winning. That after enough fights they’d stopped coming back. It made more sense than Paulina stopping the attacks, at least. “Paulina, Kade doesn’t have that kind of power. He’s just a guy.”

Paulina’s hand shot in the air. “Mr. Lancer, can I work by myself?” Lancer didn’t even look up from his monitor, just sighed and waved his hand in a ‘ do whatever’ motion. She turned back to him, angrier than Danny had ever seen her. “I don’t listen to unbelievers like you. I’m part of the inner circle.”

And then she was up and gone, seat vacated. Danny let his head thud onto the table. He also hadn’t done the reading. This worksheet was going to take him forever.

Emotion

It’s mid-March when Danny finally realizes that something is wrong with Dash. Early March is when Dash’s ‘spring cleaning’ starts, and everyone who looks at him wrong gets shoved in a locker (at best) or a toilet (at worst). But Danny - despite being sleep-deprived, achey, and nauseous - has been snarking at him constantly for weeks, and hasn’t been shoved anywhere. His hair is blessedly free of toilet water. And Dash is wearing khakis and polos and he wears that stupid bracelet.

“I thought you’d be glad he stopped his brutishness,” Sam said when he brought it up. “I really think you need to see a doctor, Danny.”

Tucker hadn’t even tried listening to him. “You haven’t slept well in months, man. Of course you’re paranoid.” The kindness in his eyes made Danny want to hurl. Danny was the protector, not the protected.

He was on his own.

Which is why he nearly let out a breath of relief when Dash cornered him in the near-empty locker room after gym. The remaining boys cleared out quickly, leaving Danny and Dash alone. Finally, a fight. Ghosts hadn’t been seen in weeks. Danny felt more deathly than ever.

“Hey, uh, Fenton,” Dash started, and Danny froze. Was this not a fight?

“Baxter,” Danny replied coolly. “Come for spring cleaning?”

Dash looked scared, and Danny didn’t understand anything that was happening. “No. I wanted to apologize for my past behavior. It was juvenile, and will not be repeated.”

“Those are some pretty big words,” Danny says, and he can see the conflict in Dash’s eyes: to punch or not to punch? That is the question.

Dash takes a deep breath and sticks his hand out between them. “I apologize for my past behavior,” he repeats. Danny lets this hang between them, too.

“No,” Danny says. “Dude, what? Glad you cleared your conscience, but I’m not going to shake your hand and say we’re fine.”

“You have to,” Dash pleaded. “Everyone else did.”

“Yeah, man! Of course they did! You beat the shit out of us all the time!”

“I used to beat the shit of you all the time.”

“Dash, what is going on?” Danny asks, dropping his volume down.

Dash shifts uncomfortably. He mumbles something into the air dividing them, but Danny can’t quite catch it. He stays silent, waiting for Dash to break first. It only takes a moment. “Kade is going to save some of us. I’m supposed to be free of grudges or the negative emotions will cause the process to go wrong. I’ve been having extra one-on-one sessions,” Dash explains. “Kade says if I’m forgiven it’ll go well. Then we’ll all be okay. So you have to forgive me.”

“Dash, none of that makes any sense.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re not in the inner circle. Maybe if you weren’t such a loser you’d be able to be saved too.”

“You’re so good at not continuing your past behavior,” Danny replies, and is almost glad for the cold bite of the locker on his back when Dash slams him into it.

“I am going to go to Kade’s. He is going to make it so I can’t die, and then we will make it so the whole town is safe and the ghosts won’t be able to touch us. Kade can cut us off from death! He’s done it before! So you’re going to forgive me and I’m gonna be a hero.” Dash’s eyes were bright and alive and sickening to look into.

Danny didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything, and got shoved in a locker.

Control

“I hate being right all the time,” Danny mutters to himself. He shuffles through a couple more papers on Kade’s desk, and then phases through the ceiling. The easiest realization was ‘Kade is leading a cult’. Next step was to visit Kade’s house by following him home from school. Thankfully, Kade was the kind of evil genius who left his plans out on his desk.

Gather recruits. Help guide them towards salvation. Cut off the town from the Ghost Zone. Be hailed as a savior.

The problem was this: Danny knew intimately that life and death were in balance. You couldn’t have one without the other. Kade had been leaching energy off of his fellow students to begin the process. Danny was being slowly cut off from death (explaining the headaches and the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion). The whole town was. Of course there’d been less ghost attacks. Danny had been right to be suspicious. Amity Park’s veil was razor-thin, and this separation would probably cause it to implode spectacularly.

“I was so hoping you’d be here.”

Danny turns and sees Kade, eyes bright and alive and smile full of too-white teeth. “Here I am,” Danny says, spreading his arms open dramatically.

“Here you are!” Kade says. “The ghost boy himself! Are you here to foil my plans?” He asks it as though it is an inside joke, as though they are old friends. “Shall I give you my monologue?”

Danny settles. Gives the illusion of complacency. Shrugs. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to do with your day.”

“I am always searching for souls seeking redemption,” Kade replies, spreading his arms wide. “Daniel, I am a visionary. I am alive. I have removed all traces of death from myself. It cannot touch me.”

That last bit may have been true; being in the room with him was dizzying. Agitating. Looking at his face felt sickening.

“I could tell you all the details, but here are the highlights. I have saved my soul, made myself more alive than anyone has ever been. It was simple and bloody, but now I know how to save everyone.”

“If you upset the balance, everything will collapse in on itself. By separating them you’ll bring them closer together. Like a rubber band, y’know?”

Kade tuts at him. “What will you do, ghost? Stop me?”

“It’s what I do,” Danny shrugs, and prepares for a fight.

The fight doesn’t come; it never even starts. Kade is untouchable; the ectoblasts and wails just wash over him like a wave breaking on stone. Kade is grinning. His teeth are too white and his eyes are bright and Danny is tired.

“I told you, I cannot be touched by death,” Kade reminds him.

Danny is the world; he is balanced. He returns to life and lands a well-placed sucker punch. Kade hadn’t been expecting that, and soon enough they were tumbling on the ground. It’s been a while since Danny was in a fight, but it returns to him easily. His knuckles are bleeding. He is winning. “What are you?” Danny asks through bloody teeth. “You aren’t a ghost.”

“I am to life what a ghost is to death,” Kade hisses from the floor. “And you are an abomination.”

“Dude. That’s rude,” Danny replies.

Danny has spent years avoiding Dash Baxter, so when he hears those familiar footfalls in the hallway, he transforms. He lets Kade push him away. He makes sure Dash and Paulina have a good view of Kade, beaten and bloody, and Phantom looming over him. Kade pushes himself up off the floor, his “anti-ghost” charm swinging wildly off his bracelet as he attempts to steady himself.

He uses his best Superhero voice. “This evil-doer was attempting to upset the balance of forces sustaining the world. He intended to cause the apocalypse.” The apocalypse bit was a lie, but they wouldn’t know that. Danny gave them a thumbs up. He disappeared.

Sam and Tucker weren’t that impressed when he told them about it.

“Cults are small potatoes,” Sam says wisely.

“It wasn’t even a real cult, it was a high schooler with an entourage,” Tucker adds.

“He was a supernatural entity that wanted to destroy the world,” Danny argues.

Sam nods. “Yeah. Small potatoes.”

“I’m just glad you finally got some sleep, buddy,” Tucker says, swinging an arm around Danny’s shoulders.

#ectoberweek2023 #prompt: cult #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dp oc #sam manson #tucker foley #dash baxter #paulina sanchez #dp star #dp kwan #dp kade #dp oc kade #fun fact: kade is a portmanteau of kool-aid #mouse squeaks

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mitamicah · 7 months ago

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Gig repport: Restaurant Backas, Vantaa July 3 2024

Here follows my experiences with Käärijä (and HUGO) at Restaurant Backas, Vantaa on July 3 2024.

It was also the day of the (main part of) kääryle summer camp organized by @bisonaari - thank you so much for a great event <33

Given I couldn’t sleep and lived only 10 minutes on foot from the venue I went there early to hang out with the queue. The queueing was very laid back – gave me the biggest Joker Out in Malmö vibes (big compliment btw since that is my favourite Joker Out gig I’ve been to so far). @j-restlessgeek joined the queue at 9 and @jaarijani at 12; the three of us then headed to the Käärijä mural to meet up with the rest of the summer camp, take group pictures and go to the local library for a “picnic” (it was raining). The picnic was peak coziness with trying out snacks from everybody’s homecountries, writing in each other’s fanzines/books/clothes. It was amazing meeting old friends (like @carpblu and @formulalakana – the Berlin trio back together <3) and great folks I have not been able to meet irl yet like @tuherrus and @icbimakb.

My low number in the queue gave me my first real barricade spot at a käärijä concert, although I felt a bit bad at times running away from the spot to talk with other fans and to chat with Häärijä, Tiia and Jesse asking them to write on my shirt (wore a big white tee asking people to write stupid stuff on it). The first thing I noticed when meeting häärijä was him having the @kaarijazineofficial in his hand, so I blurted out: “OMG YOU HAVE THE ZINE!!! I DREW YOU!” which earned me a smile from the boy.

Me and Häärijä:

After two hours of bonding the first of two artists went on stage; HUGO and his band. I didn’t know his music but I vibed.

Inbetween HUGO’s set and Käärijä we were given chips by the security (which I’ve never experienced before at a concert) and we were sharing snacks we’d been allowed inside even with the ‘no food’ rule set by the venue.

Jesse arrived and did his little show taping down the setlist, and Skull managed to glance Paidaton Riehuja on the set. Then we saw Mikke and his gf/wife and child arrive where I turned into the annoying fan looking at Mikke and then pointing at a sticker for him to come and get it. At the end he shook his head, light heartedly called me crazy and grabbed the sticker.

In my opinion this set turned into the best Käärijä one I’ve witnessed yet: he played all the big hits (Huhhahhei, Rouska, Viulunkeili, Välikoulema, Kot Kot, Cha Cha Cha) but also some deeper cuts (Paidaton Riehuja, Klo 23) and doing it all being the biggest sunshine and yapping very humbly about his experiences growing up in Vantaa among other things thanking a PE teacher from 6th grade for believing in him and also later jokingly saying a nearby seagull flying close to the stage was lucky to get a free concert. Jere even shouted me out twice first noticing my Danish flag and that my hair was cut like “his old hair”, and the second time calling me “Denmark Guy” when pointing out my Bulbasaur cap. The second time I didn’t know what to even say so I started “Are You”ing him, which he responded to (!!!) before seemingly starting daydreaming for a second before asking the crowd who’d go to Ruisrock (subtle).

After the show I stayed around determined to get the setlist using my somewhat-tall privilege to get it. Me and Cass fanboyed over seeing a truck with the licence plate ‘TRAFFIC’ on it at the bottom of the page (this together with Häärijä writing ‘Häärijä Hojan Hoost’ on my shirt made us very sus). While walking around giving my last stickers away I met with my fellow dane @solsortemor that gave me a lovely custom bracelet and showed me the video she’d taken of one of the banters I’d gotten with Käärijä. She’d later drive me back to the Airbnb so I could get her the bracelet I’d made for her. Being curious however I went back to Backas afterwards to see if the crowd in front of the gate was still there (they weren’t so I figured neither was Jere). Then I took advantage of Alepa being open 24/7 (I already miss this!) and bought myself some breakfast till the next day before going home and being too hyped to sleep for hours.

Trinkets from the show v

Official tour shirt, Book with messages from @smimon @tuherrus @j-restlessgeek @follivora @wednesdayday @king-krisu and @bisonaari

Quebec mascot magnet, Canada postcard, KSC bracelet and bracelet clip from @bisonaari

Two stickers from @smimon

Cornpea John sticker from @omppupiiras

Personalized Häärijä bracelet + Morgan bracelet from @carpblu

Ihan Sama, Bojan Titanic and Paidaton Riehuja bracelet from @formulalakana

Honorary Pöyhönen and spiked bracelet from @j-restlessgeek

Green Lantern Guy bracelet from @solsortemor

KSC bracelet from @teal-skull

Strength tarot card from @tuherrus

Cat drawing w. message from @katinkulta

Pokemon card I'd found on the road (as you do)

Tequila bracelet (forgotten from whom)

The setlist (!!!)

Traffik bracelet, Kris and Eevee stickers from @jaarijani

Wisconsin postcard from @clovermoonspell

#would you believe me if I said this is the shorter gig repport :'D #oh boy x'D #but I had fun #omg did I have fun #it was such a good day #take me baaaaaack :'3 #käärijä #jere pöyhönen #kääryleet #kääryle summer camp #häärijä #jesse voss #mikke pöyhönen #tiia öhman #my gig #backas gig #mine #micahs thoughts

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satinique · 8 months ago

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Blood soaked Liquor

warnings - alternative au, stripper astarion, alcohol, drugs, sex, abuse, cazador as astarions shitty boyfriend, p in v sex, kinky sex, cunilingus, cheating, female reader, rough sex, hard

Stumbling into the strip club you adjusted the straps of your dress as you made your way to the bar, you didn't really know why you were here, your friends Shadowheart and Karlach had blown you off as they scheduled a last minute date with eachother, which meant you were left to your own devices.

Call it sheer stupidity how you found yourself in a seductive strip club with men and women alike parading around in skimpy underwear.

You ordered yourself a rum and coke and sat down in the main booth where the dancers would perform.

Watching other people, your eyes peering at the green paper in their hands, you sipped your drink, the sweetness of the drink and the tanginess of the rum allowing a buzz to float through your body.

You stood near the railing until you saw what everyone was waiting for.

A silver haired male walked sensually down the runway, you couldn't help but admire the size of his high heels that were a beautiful silver colour, matching his hair, he also wore fishnet stockings and what looked to be a tight corset.

The man also adorned with simple makeup and eyeliner that showed off the bold nature of his eyes, you suddenly felt captivated just like everyone else.

Looking out of the corner of your eye, you see a similar looking man, adorned with rings and necklaces and an abundance of gaudy bracelets, he seemed to be staring hungrily at the man at front like he was a meal.

Looking back to the silver haired man, you heard that his name was Astarion, he was the club favourite, having the best routines and the flattering personality he seemed to capture in his performance.

Feeling bold, you showered a few bills at him, feeling lucky that you won the lottery previously.

For a split second, you swore your eyes met over the catcalls and vulgar language from the people next to you, Astarion seemed to not pay them attention as he gave you a cheeky wink.

Feeling bashful, you continue to throw money, your eyes never looking away as you saw how graceful and elegant he was, your eyes glancing at the pole he was dancing on.

Resting your hands on the rails, you watched as Astarion dispatched himself from the pole and leaned forward seductively, numerous bills were thrusted into the strings of his clothes but he seemed to place a piece of paper in your hand, the brief touch of contact making your heart feel like it would burst.

meet me, my dressing room A .

Eyes widening in surprise, you act as casually as you could your figure retreating as Astarion did too.

You could see him as he was ushered into a dressing gown, the black haired male from earlier approaching him.

Watching silently, you saw them exchange a heated kiss that had you wishing you hadn't looked in the first place, 'they must be boyfriends' , you muse quietly.

Walking around you order yourself another drink this time making it a shot of tequila, downing the liquid you grimace at the taste as you watch the other strippers walking around, offering their services to customers, all of them having the same eye colour as Astarion.

Eventually, you made your way with what appeared to be Astarion's dressing room, it was more fancy than the other strippers, walking by security, you were allowed in without a signal remark, perhaps he had spoken to them or gotten someone to for him.

You smiled awkwardly at the guards as you timidly knocked on his door with a shiny and sparkly clear 'A' .

"Come in darling~" you heard through the of the door, pushing it open you closed it behind you, feeling very small in his enormous dressing room, a fancy couch sat on one side of the room, adorned with whips and an assortment of sex toys and chains.

Your shyly looked away as you see Astarion sat at his mirror, peering at you while you looked at his room, it definitely felt like him, glitzy and glam with a hint of raw passion.

"Uh hello.. my name is Tav.." You utter out as you force yourself to meet his piercing gaze, when you do you are taken back by the intensity and emotion filling them, "Pleasures all mine darling." He stands up, his hand taking yours, leaning over, he kisses your soft hand igniting fireworks deep in your gut.

"S-sorry um.. have I done something wrong..?" You internally wince at how pathetic you sound as you dare to meet his gaze, Astarion giggles quietly, "I saw you earlier.. you looked so.. innocent in a field full of degenerates, almost made me loose control." He added on, his hand reaching up to brush against your exposed shoulder.

"Pardon.." Looking at him, you try and figure out if he's really flirting with you.. surely someone as beautiful with him would want to be with someone equally as gorgeous.

"Yes love~" He practically purrs into your ear, his breath making you lightheaded as he eases you onto the sofa in the room, "Wait- I thought you have a Boyfriend.." you weakly speak, your eyes searching his for an excuse, your surprised when you see no remorse in Astarion's face, "He's a fucking piece of shit, don't worry about him.. focus on me.. or we could stop and you can go about your day.."

His eyes look you up and down, even though your dressed in a mini skirt you feel his gaze undressing you slowly, "Wait.. I'd like to." not finishing your sentence you blush as his hands touch against yours, "Hm? speak up darling~"

You know he's mocking you, clearly finding your shyness amusing, "You know I could see the way you were looking at me.. it made me feel hot and bothered, so technically this is your fault.." Astarion murmurs, his eyes holding with yours.

Watching him, he unlaces the strings of his corset and allows the piece of clothing fall to the floor, immediately you look away, a red blush flowing across your face and neck.

Astarion walks over to the door, locking it, "Do you want this~" he gracefully floats over to you kneeling Infront of you in his high heels.

"Yes please, Astarion, I want. You." You answer as steady as your voice allows. He seems to be pleased by your answer because he eagerly kissed your leg, his touch moving up against the outside of your thigh.

Whining quietly, you watch his hands as they pull down your thong you had been brave enough to wear out, "Dirty girl~" He takes the skimpy fabric between his fingers and sniffs your underwear, the erotic nature causing you to blush even more than before.

Watching him with wide eyes, you moan quietly when he drags his cold fingers up your leg and into your dripping cunt, "You're so wet, sweet heart~" Astarion purrs as he teasingly uses his fingers to brush against your aching clit, the action causing a needy whine to escape your lips.

"What was that sweetheart, your going to have to tell me what you want." Astarion removes his fingers as he looks at you grinning cheekily.

"Please can you touch my pussy, with your fingers or your tongue please." You manage to speak as you watch him, your clit throbbing.

He seems to have taken pity on you because he leans forward, using his mouth to work you open like a ripe mango.

You don't have time to feel embarrassed when his tongue brushes against your sensitive slit, feeling ever curve and touch of his tongue you moan quietly, your fingers tangling into his perfect hair.

"Fuck- Astarion-" You whimpered as Astarion brought you closer and closer, his fingers unnaturally cold inside you, a contrast to the overwhelming heat of your cunt.

You whine quietly when Astarion pulls away, you watch him with increasing need as he spits on your cunt, his saliva seeping into your slick cunt, you can see the mix of your wetness and the saliva coat his mouth.

"I must say, you taste delicious." Astarion purrs, he pushes you up against the couch, his hands groping your chest, enveloping your lips in a passionate kiss, you taste yourself on his tongue.

Astarion must be clever because he's smart enough to unclip your bra with one hand, his other hand returning to prodding and caressing your aching sex.

Your whole body feels on edge as you are touched all over, your cunt eagerly taking his fingers, the obscene noises of your cunt squelching with each finger and touch that has you moaning into his mouth.

Astarion, gropes and pulls your nipples, finding your eagerness as he devours you whole, his experienced techniques bringing you to pleasure.

Pulling away from your lips, Astarion focuses on licking and sucking your clit, drawing out whimpers and moans of his name.

A unfamiliar sensation strikes up within you as you feel a growing urge to pee, trying to detach Astarion from your sex, you have no time to react when you are forced over the edge, your eyes rolling back into your head as your cunt weakly spurts out cum, the sheer shock causing you open your mouth in a silent scream.

Coming down from your high, Astarion pulls away from your dripping sex, his hands resting on your thighs.

"Darling.. now that you've came, would you want me to fill you up with my seed? Make you my little whore~" Astarion manhandles you so your bending over his sofa, the silver haired male slapping your ass as you cry out, "Yes please!"

That's all Astarion needs to here as he teases his cock with your entrance, the warmth of his head brushing against your slick folds.

Without warning, Astarion pushes into you at a brutal pace, his hips bucking against yours as he brutally pounds deep into your cunt.

"Astarion!" You shout as he roughly grabs your hips, your bodies slotting together, you can't focus on anything as Astarion mercilessly fucks you hard and rough, your lips bruised and bloody from how much you bite and sob.

Astarion doesn't stop, only going as harder than before.

You moan louder as he pushes out of you and into you at a rapid pace, your cunt greedily swallowing him.

Gasping at every hard thrust you can't stop the tears from falling down your face, the angle your in has you moaning unintelligibly, the tears staining your mascara and smuged lipstick.

You can no longer speak, only whine and moan as Astarion uses you how he pleases, it's embarrassing how he has your in his hands as easy as pie.

Astarion's hips stutter against you as he shoots ropes and ropes of thick white globs of cum deep inside your pussy, he feels so snug inside your sore pussy that he doesn't want to pull out, but he does.

He watches as his cum dribbles, smiling wide, he forces a plug into your pussy, the cool metal keeping your battered pussy stretched, "My cum is a present, say you'll come over again.. tomorrow.."

He hands you a drink, you eagerly drink it as your voice was hoarse from all the screams and moans.

Only when he leaves do you realise what he gave you is Whiskey and blood.

~ part 2

#astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 #astarion x tav

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fangirlstorycreator · 2 years ago

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IM BACK I MISSED YOU<3

i wanna ask if you would write a one shot about Daniel Larusso x reader about a intense relatinship in love but also in karate. i know i normaly ask about silver but i would love to read a daniel os in youre writing style <3

Its great to have you back bibi! I missed you too 😁 it's my first time writing for anyone other than Terry, so I hope its alright for you 💚

You had just turned 18 about a week ago, a d had celebrated with your family on a little holiday. But secretly, you wanted another person there to celebrate it with you, your best friend Daniel. He was your closest friend and always loved hanging out with him. He was kind and considerate and always listened to you. He was the sweetest guy you knew, but you never told him that he was your all time crush. He told you about his friend and karate teacher Mr Miyagi and told you that he had been learning self defence with him. He suggested you try it out some time, and of course, how could you not take up that offer.

Daniel introduced you to Mr Miyagi, and he was a funny and interesting character. You could tell that he and Daniel got on like a house on fire, and knowing how well they got on, you gave him a chance, and before you knew it, you were attending lessons with Daniel a lot. One day when you were sat outside the dojo after finishing a lesson, you and Daniel were just talking about this and that, and the fact that you had just turned 18, that's when his face changes. "Wait it was your birthday? Oh shoot I'm sorry I didnt get you anything, God I'm so stupid"

"Daniel dont worry it's ok, you didnt have to get me anything. It's just another birthday like the rest" "But your 18th is a special one, I feel bad for-" You rest your hand in his shoulder, and that immediately stops him talking, and he looks at your hand with a look of happiness. "Daniel please, its absolutely fine. Hanging out with you is more important than a present" You both smile at eachother and share a comforting hug. About 2 days later, your walking past a football park when you see a fight going on. And that's where you see Daniel, being beaten up by what looks like Johnny Lawrence.

Without hesitation, you jump over the gate and run straight over to them, and pull them both apart. "What the hell is wrong with you Johnny? Cant you go one day without trying to prove your the alpha male?" Johhny laughs at you, while you help Daniel up to his feet. "I'm just demonstrating to larusso who is in charge around hear, it's not my fault he cant take a hit" You brush a strand of hair away from Daniel's face and see that his is bruised quite badly. "Y/N I wasnt trying to start a fight I promise, but he took something from me and I was trying to get it back" Johnny takes a box out of his pocket, and waves it around. "Oh, you mean this? I didnt think you were one for jewellery larusso, this jewellery box looks very fancy"

You stand inbetween Daniel and Johnny, and give Johnny a hard stare. "You have to the count of 3 to give that back to Daniel, or you will regret it. 1..." Johnny and his friends pretend to act scared, laughing at you and Daniel. "Oooh be careful boys, the little girl is threatening us" "2...." "Try your best bitch!" "3!" And with that, you spin around and high kick Johnny square in the chest, making him jump into the air and fall to the ground, where you just manage to catch the jewellery box in mid air. Johhny lies on the floor in tears and his friends all laugh at him. "I warned you Johhny" You tell him, before walking with Daniel away from the football park. Once your both away from there, you talk to Daniel about what happened. "Daniel, are you alright?" "Yeh, yeh I'm, I'm fine"

"What made you want to buy jewellery Daniel? I didnt have you down as someone who wore that kind of stuff, I mean you dont even have your ears pierced?" That's when Daniel smiles at you, takes the box out and opens it infront of you, showing a beautiful blue bracelet with silver stars on it. "I was going to suprise you with this later, but it's my birthday present to you Y/N. I know you said you didnt need anything but, you...you mean a lot to me and....i wanted to get you something that symbolised how beautiful you were....how beautiful i see you" You cant belive your ears, Daniel had said the sweetest thing to you that you had ever heard. You feel so warm and happy inside, and without thinking you lean in and give him a quick kiss on his lips.

He looks so surprised at you, but then he starts to blush, and smiles nervously while running his hand through his hair. "I uhhh...I take it that you like the bracelet?" "Yes Daniel, I very much like the bracelet....but I also like you too..." "You...you do? Realy?" "Yes" He looks so relived to hear you say that, so instead of giving him another peck on his lips, you stand closer to his, place your hands against his cheeks and you both share a sweet and tender kiss together. When you both pull away, Daniel looks like he could faint with happiness, and smiles wider than he has before. "Thank you- I-I mean umm, that was nice!" You giggle at him, before holding his hand and guiding him down the road. "Come on, let's head to the dojo" And you both walk along happily, hand in hand.

#kk3 #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader

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greenlodgecypher · 2 years ago

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The Christmas Ghost

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Part 3

A short story, by Janine

Nearly five years later, when she was already twenty, Mabel visited her granny. Granny Setter was very old then, and living with her niece, Mabel’s aunt. "Can you help me, Granny?" Mabel said. "I have an appointment to keep. It's with the man of the woods," she said, "and I think he won't take no for an answer."

But Granny Setter just smiled at her. "I haven't got any tricks for you this time," she said. "Do as you think right, dear. I think you'll do fine." Mabel's first reaction was concern. She thought the man might have some way of vanishing her, the same way he’d left before. "That's not what I mean," Granny said. She pointed at the bracelet Mabel wore, one her friend had given her. "Nothing out there in those woods can keep you. Not if you don't want to go," she said. "There's stronger claims on you already. Ones you're good for. And I think you can only be what you are." It wasn't what Mabel wanted to hear, but she decided that she'd do the best she could. She showed up on the date declared by the man of the woods. She didn't show up dressed to wed, though. She wore a new business suit; slacks, shirt, tie, and all, for the city job as a clerk that she was supposed to report for in a few days. She wore that, and a coat; and she carried her axe. She stood at the edge of the woods and waited. He came in like a stormcloud. His suit was black this time, and there was a mist under the trees. There were flashes in the forest treetops, like lightning, or embers. "I can see who you are," he said to her, glowering. "Dressing differently will not confuse me. Now, I don’t want to discipline you; you be a good girl and swear to the union." He gave her a bow, and he twirled his tie, and he smiled. It was a very toothy smile, and Mabel didn’t like it, and I don’t like the sound of it neither. She told him, "You can call me whatever you like; you call me engaged, but that doesn’t make it so. You asked it of me, but I won’t do it." she said. "I don’t have any clever solutions to your schemes. Maybe this land is yours by right, and maybe it's not. You're not Shawnee, and anyway, I've seen people moving away my whole life. I intend to walk home, and tomorrow I’ll take my leave. It may be that you can do something to stop me, but you’ve had my answer.” She had her axe, and her grit, and she meant to sell herself dearly should he try something. He didn’t say a thing at first. “Good evening,” Mabel said. She turned her back on him and started to walk away. Some might have called that audacious. It was certainly rash. What means did the man of the woods have at his disposal? Was he angered devil, or angered man? But he wavered. Maybe he didn’t think he could make her change her mind. She wasn’t a sweet biddable girl, but a stalwart country soul. Maybe he reckoned he didn’t have that strong a need of any souls today. And maybe he really couldn’t leave the woods to nab her-- and maybe Mabel wasn’t really in reach. Maybe she was still on our lands. Who knows; but he didn’t take her. He frowned, and his frown still wasn’t worse than his grin; he twirled his tie, and he snapped his fingers, and he was gone just like that. Even the shadow in the woods was gone, and the sun was a-shining. Mabel went back to Granny Setter’s, and told her all about it. And she did leave the next day. Never once did she come back here; she lived in the city all the rest of her life. Over the years, the farms got quiet. The railroad left, and nobody could sell cattle or grain neither. There wasn’t much sang left to dig. The fields started to go fallow, and the trees came back, after all. I don’t know if it was the man in the woods what did it. Grand-Aunt said the people were leaving on their own. Still, I don’t like that part of the woods. There always seems to be something there at night. And Grand-aunt Mabel told my ma, and I’m telling you. Now you know.

#the green lodge cypher #tglc apr 97

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bokuroskitten · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Daichi, Issei, Osamu. 𖤐

hey this just kinda popped into my head. And since I’m still tryna get back into my groove of writing again, I think this helped. Okai stay hydrated baiiii<3 tokyo revengers boys will come next~

𖤐 warnings: none, this is very fluffy. Enjoy.

Kuroo: A Collar

Hell yea he wears a collar. It’s nothing fancy or super obvious. It’s a simple leather choker, stitched with red thread. The golden latch has your initials engraved in it. He doesn’t really take it off, wears it under his collar at work, keeps it on when he’s out with friends. It’s his own way of reassuring himself, he’s yours. Will always be yours. The two of you have claimed one another, and this was his physical reminder of your love, right there on his neck. He has other variations, some that are kept just for you to see, but his everyday one has become his comfort item, kept on the bedside table so you can help him slip it on every morning.

Bokuto: Ring on a chain.

The ring is his engagement ring, and he wears it on a chain because he’s so scared to ‘ruin it’ while playing volleyball. “But baby, you know how hard I spike right? What if I break it :(((“ the chain was a happy medium, because now the ring hangs around his neck, resting right over his heart and reminding him that your always there with him. He fiddles with it when he starts to feel down or nervous, giving it a few little tugs before tucking it back into his jersey and tapping it into his chest for good luck. Also, he loves when you fiddle with it too, which you find yourself doing often as you sit in his lap, head on his shoulder and chain twiddling in your fingers.

Daichi: A Watch

Seems pretty basic, but Daichi likes it. It’s big, silver, with a colbat blue face. It was a birthday gift, one you had wrapped up in a pretty gold box. It was the first gift you had ever gotten him, and he could still remember the way you fiddled with your hem as you patiently waited for him to open it up. “Happy birthday dai..” you had spoken so softly, your grin brighter than the shine on the brand new silver. “I just thought it would really suit you.” And suit him it did. The best was when he wore to it to work, because it was without fail that someone made a comment about how nice it was. And that gave him an excuse to talk about you.

Issei: Your bra strap as a bracelet

It’s a silly trend you say, holding your phone before Issei’s face as the tiktok plays of some goofy dude showing off his bracelete— which is his girlfriends bra strap. You wait for your boyfriend to agree, but instead he just chuckles softly. “I want one.” “You what?” So you cut off the strap from one of your older bras. Issei really wanted the pretty red strap from his favourite set of yours, but you refused to ruin an expensive set over something so silly. The black strap was snug against his wrist, as and he turned his arm, inspecting it he chuckled again, pressing a kiss to your pouting lips. “Never takin this off.” And he didn’t.

Osamu: Paints his nails to match yours

He keeps his nails short and maintained for work anyway, but one day he caught you painting your own nails in the living room. The colour was almost black, a really deep purple that caught his attention. “Hey” his voice shook you from concentration, and you would have been mad at him but you couldn’t help but swoon when he asked, lips in a half pout. “Paint ma thumb that colour, wanna see how it looks”. Now, he’s had every colour under the sun. He almost denied the hot pink you did, but your cute begging was enough to make him cave, of course.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto koutarou #sawamura daichi #miya osamu #matsukawa issei #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #bokuto fluff #daichi fluff #osamu fluff #matsukawa fluff #haikyuu x reader

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away-ward · 2 years ago

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See You Around

3.9k words on the first time Emory meets Will. Emory's POV. Notes at the end.

Emory would be about 13, and Will 14. I'm horrible at math, but I think since Will said he saw her during the summer when he was 14 and his birthday is in May, he would be starting his sophormore year at that age.

Usual disclaimers: This is all for fun. I can't write like Penelope Douglas. Emory won't sound the same, but I try. Thank you for giving it a shot.

Emory

I shifted on my feet, double checking the number on my printed schedule with the number on the locker. The excited voices of Thunder Bay Prep’s student body hollered all around the hall. Spinning to the last number on the dial, the door gave easily and I stepped closer, sticking my head inside. I didn’t have anything to put in the locker yet, but I use the metal walls to block the world.

For just a minute.

My heart was still in my throat. Had been since Martin dropped me off at the curb out front. Everybody stared at the squad car and then at me. As if I needed anything else to separate me from them. Not only am I new and poor, my brother’s a cop and my guardian. And everybody knows. My social life was DEA before I even stepped foot on the premises.

Which was fine. Thunder Bay Prep was my ticket out of town, not up the social ladder. The public school I would have gone to had crap extracurriculars, and I had every intention of taking advantage of what was offered, especially if it kept me out of the house for any length of time.

I rested my head against the cool blue locker, breathing in the smell of disinfectant. They must have just had the school cleaned for the first day. I tried to let that distract me, because I knew that it wasn’t just the judging glances from the other kids that had me wound tight. It was Martin. He wanted something from me.

I said 'thank you' for the ride, and told him to have a good day, but there was something else he wanted me to say and I failed. I failed and I knew he wouldn’t let it go. His disappointment with me would simmer in him all day until he got home and then nothing I said would matter.

My throat tightened again. Words and speaking up were still difficult. Martin didn’t like it when I stopped talking after our parent’s deaths. But nothing I said now was right either.

The locker door next to me opened and a girl started unloading her designer purse into the space. She was mid-conversation with her friend and I turned into my locker even more in an effort to be invisible. They ignored me anyway. From the sound of the voices, they weren’t freshman like me, though the way some of those kids looked and acted, it was hard to tell.

I peeked, just to get an idea of what I’d be dealing with. It confirmed my suspicions. The girl closest to me had thick, dark waves that reached midback, while the other had hair of spun gold, layered and highlighted. Both were tan – the natural kind, from weeks laying at the beach.

They wore the newest version of the uniform, the pattern on the skirt slightly different from the second-hand one Martin acquired from a recent graduate. It was too large for me and I had to safety-pin it so it wouldn’t fall form my underdeveloped hips. It still fell passed my knees, and the too large shirt hung off my boney shoulders.

Comparatively, their uniforms seemed almost too small. The shirts clung to the swell of their chests, and the skirts were rolled to midthigh, a lot shorter than what I thought was mandatory.

Seniors, if I had to guess.

A third girl approached, and amid hugs and squeals, I gathered it had been a while since they’d seen each other. Questions of vacations and trips followed. The newest girl showed off her diamond bracelet, a gift from ‘daddy,’ but the way she said it left room for interpretation of who exactly ‘daddy’ could be.

My eyes followed the bracelet on her thin wrist, barely processing what they were saying. She asked about their summers and when the two girls paused briefly before erupting into giggles, she stepped closer and asked again more eagerly.

The blonde broke first. “Maisie slept with Michael Crist at the end of summer party last weekend!”

“What?” The newest girl gasped. She has dark hair too, but lighter than the other, and eyes the color of a clear summer sky. They widen with surprise at Maisie.

“Oh, please. Don’t looked so shocked. You haven’t seen them since you’ve been back.”

Her friend didn’t look mad, only disgusted. “Since when to do we sleep with freshman. They’re practically babies.”

“Sophomores now,” Maisie insisted. Then she leaned in closer to her friends. “But trust me, there’s nothing soft about him.”

I frowned as they laughed. Gross. I’m officially uninterested.

“He can’t be more than 13,” the third girl continued. She looked half between a grimace and a smile.

“He just turned 15, actually.”

“Still. You’re kidding right? You’re panting over a 15-year-old boy. Where’s the challenge?”

“One, no one is panting here. Two, wait until you see them. Then you might not be so judgy.”

The bracelet girl shared a look with the blonde, but she only nodded to confirm Maisie’s words.

“Worth enough to commit a crime over?”

“Who’s going to tell? Him? Please.”

“Nothing stays a secret in Thunder Bay. You know that. It’ll all come out eventually.”

I heard Maisie close her locker. “Besides, I heard from Rebecca that she had a bit of fun with Damon Torrance…and then Will Grayson.” She laughed like it’s a big scandal. “Clearly, they’re not holding out for anyone. Those boys are ready to play.”

The girl shook her head in disbelief, then paused, seeming interested. “Wait. Like, at the same time, or…”

That was when I decided I needed to get out of there.

I tried to discreetly shut my locker and move in the opposite direction, giving one last look over my shoulder. I just…wanted to see them. To see these girls who cared about nothing but having a good time, as disturbing as their conversation was.

My movement caught the attention of Bracelet Girl and we made eye contact. She arched a brow, blue eyes hardening as I tried to duck away.

“What are you looking at?”

My throat pinched again, closing around my breath. My large glasses slipped down my nose and I freed one hand from it’s death grip on the strap across my chest to push them back up. “Nothing,” I finally push out in one breath. I waited, immobilized under their glares.

The blonde squinted her eyes at me. “Wait, I know who this is. Her brother’s that cop that shut down our parties all summer.”

Their eyes scanned me from head to toe and back up, taking in what I already knew they’d see. Sloppy uniform, scuffed shoes, stick-thin body. New and Poor and Snitch. I breathed in sharply. Please, don’t let that be what I’m known for.

Maisie stepped closer, crowding me against the lockers.

“I – “ I broke off. I, what? I’m not going to tell. Because that wouldn’t have been suspicious as hell.

“Here’s a tip if you want to stick around: look down,” Maisie advised. “Don’t make eye contact with those who are superior to you.”

That close up, I didn’t need my glasses to see the details of her face. I could see her hostility just fine over the thick, black rims. She waited for me to give in. I did, almost immediately, with Martin’s last warning look flashing in my head.

I flinched and dropped my gaze to the floor, like the coward I am.

Laughter broke out among them. I glared at my feet, already anticipating what the next year would bring with her as my neighbor. Like with Martin, I’d have to start timing my day so that we never crossed paths if I could help it.

“Maisie,” the blonde said, new excitement ringing in her voice. “Look.”

I felt the shift in the atmosphere. Maybe it was the way Maisie seemed to stand it bit taller, her chest jutting out just a bit more, or the way the hall seemed to hush. Something changed. The air became charged. Beyond my control, I lifted my head to look for the source and my attention was hooked by them.

A group of boys dominated the hall, heading in our direction. They were various ages, some taller than others, but four stood out the most, as if they had a gravitational pull that affected all of us. It was weird to see, because it was clear that they weren’t the oldest or the biggest. They still had round faces compared to the older, bigger boys – men, really, for all intents and purposes. Hierarchy should dictate they were at the bottom, yet somehow everything moved around them.

“Hi, Michael,” Maisie called as the lot passed by.

One boy glanced and barely gave her a nod, a single tilt of his head downward. Hardly an acknowledgment if I’d ever seen one. It looked like he could have been agreeing to whatever his friend was saying, except the friend also spared her a flick of his dark eyes before turning back to Michael.

Ouch. I almost felt bad for her. If I hadn't also found it slightly funny.

Another with darker hair and eyes of black made a show of skimming her form. His fingers came to his lips, playing with the full bottom one as he smirked at her desperation. Maisie gave him a coy smile and his tongue ran the edge of his teeth. He reminded me of a shark.

Ugh. I was disgusted by both of them.

Then my world was made of green.

Verdant. Viridian. Malachite. Lush, rich, green.

So green, like the leaves of an oak tree in the middle of summer, when you sit under its shade and drown in the color.

Attached to the green eyes that pinned me was a roundish tan face, and chocolate brown hair, purposefully gelled to look messy in that style I hated. He rotated fully as he passed, walking backward to keeping me in his sight. His eyes never deviated from mine. I know that because I couldn’t tear myself away either.

Then, his eyes dipped slowly. They danced with light and humor as his gaze wandered down.

And for a moment, my chest hurt. I knew what he saw.

New and poor and weak.

And standing next to Maisie and her friends, I was aware of what my thirteen-year-old body must look like. His roving gaze lingered somewhere below my eyes before coming back up. He bit his lip, the tip of which curved upwards in beginnings of a broad smile. He looked like he smiled easily.

Still, despite myself, my heart thumped. Was it embarrassment? Shame? I’d felt those before, but this didn’t match. It wasn’t familiar.

His dark-haired friend threw an arm around his neck, dragging him along to keep up with the group as it turned the corner at the end of the hall. Life followed them, and when they were all gone, the hall felt dead, like a light had gone out and none of us were breathing.

The hall started moving again, life returning. Maisie’s head snapped back around and she zeroed in on me. Martin had already taught me what came after that. Instead of sticking around for it, I attempted an escape.

I didn’t get far. Maisie grabbed the collar of my navy blazer, yanking me so hard my back hit the locker and I bit down on the cry that came up. It shouldn’t have hurt that much. Once the pain reached it’s peak and started to come down, I opened one eye and then the other.

Maisie didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. The look she gave me said it all.

Message received.

Not that she had anything to worry about.

She left first, the blonde followed, but the girl with the bracelet stayed. I watched her warily, waiting for her attack. She held her large black binder to her chest, and unlike her friends with their designer purses, she made the sensible choice of a Jansport.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she started softly but firm, “but boys like that will never be serious with a girl like you, and you’ll only end up worse for it. Do you understand?”

It’s not what I expected to hear and I think my surprise showed. My mouth dropped open, but I didn't answer. Wasn’t it obvious?

“I’m not trying to be mean. It’s only the truth.”

“Don’t worry,” I manage to say, squeezing the strap of my bag. “I’m not here to steal anyone's future sugar daddy.”

“That’s not what –“ She broke off, eyes hard again. Dipping her head, she sighed. “Never mind. Figure it out yourself. Hope it hurts."

By the end of the second week, I’d figured out my schedule so that I was gone before Martin could give me a ride and I barely saw Maisie and her friends. My favorite times of the day were before school and after school, when the building was mostly empty and I didn’t feel eyes following me. Judging me.

I stopped at my locker to get the books I needed for the weekend. My plan was going well enough. Band would take up Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Fridays would be game days as soon as the season started. I planned on trying out for the swim team, and that would take up Mondays and Wednesdays. I’d figure out something for the weekends. With any luck, I’d rarely be home except when I absolutely needed to be. For Grand-mere. I missed her already.

The air in the empty hall shifted in a way that had become all too familiar. The skin on the back of my neck prickled with heat and I flipped around, fusing my back to the wall of lockers now behind me.

“Hi,” William Grayson smiled. Full lips framing perfect, straight white teeth.

Up close, it was more than obvious he was rich. He had wealth written all over his features. One day, he’d grow from boyishly cute to big and handsome. With broad shoulders already, he was getting there. Still, there was a touch of softness to his face that kept him from being ‘hot’ just yet.

It wasn’t hard to learn his name. It seemed to be on the lips of nearly everyone at school. Youngest son of one of the richest families in the country, no wonder Maisie and her friends felt territorial. I agreed – I shouldn’t even be allowed to walk the same halls as their kind. And even though they were only sophomores, his group of friends stood out, small as the student body was. They just...vibrated on a different plane than everyone else.

And again, I got caught in his eyes. Twin pools that drew me in with how they dance with life. A life of pleasure and freedom, without pain. That’s him. I kinda hate him for it.

I was half-convinced I was going crazy.

“There’s a party out at the warehouse tonight. A sort of welcome back bash thing.”

I’d heard about it, but not directly. News of the cop’s sister traveled fast. On top of that, freshmen usually didn’t get invited to those types of parties. Too risky for teens who just want to drink and have other kinds of fun.

At that moment, I was more concerned with why he was standing so close and stepping even closer.

“Are you going?”

“No.” I answer firmly, swiftly.

I didn’t expect that to be the end of it. He didn’t seem to be the type to give up, so to send an even clearer message, I slammed my locker closed and attempted to move around him.

He moved with me.

“I can pick up you. That’s no problem.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t you fourteen?”

His devilish smile widened and I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Don’t worry about it. You in?”

“My answer is still no.”

“It'd be dope if you came.”

Seriously? Dope? Kill me. What's his angle? “Let’s see,” I tapped my finger to my chin, “going to an abandoned warehouse with a stranger and his buddies? Sounds like a invitation that only stupid girls would fall for.” I looked him dead straight in his laughing green eyes. “Go find someone else to live out your horror movie fantasies.”

He stuck out his hand. The tips of his fingers brush the front of my shirt because he was standing so close. “William Aaron Paine Grayson III.”

I froze, completely dumbfounded by his response.

I wasn’t kidding earlier. Literally everyone knew his name.

He leaned in as if to whisper a secret. “If you shake my hand and then say your name, we won’t be strangers anymore. We’ll be friends.”

I took a deep breath to bolster myself against the onslaught of his scent. “You know who my brother is?”

“All I'm hearing is that you have access to handcuffs.” His eyes shined. “Wow, this is quick, but I’m down. Didn't know you'd be so kinky. Guess I should've. It's always the quiet ones.”

I involuntary rolled my eyes and bite my inner lip out of frustration. His gazes dips like that first time and then it darkens, narrowing. His throat works with a swallow. My whole body buzzed in response. What was that about?

Shaking out of my thoughts, I tried a second time to get around him. He blocked me once again.

I dart to the left, and he's right in front of me, pushing me back.

“I’m on the basketball team. I can do this all afternoon.”

I ground my teeth and glared. “I know this is new for you, but leave. Me. Alone.”

“Come on,” he laughed lowly, stepping even closer and crowding me. “Just tell me your name.”

“I don’t need to.” I half-shouted in the empty hall. My eyes darted around him, looking for an exit.

“Emory.”

I stood, shocked and frozen in place. Even breathing was a struggle while blood rushed through my ears. But it wasn’t the same panic I felt when I heard Martin pull up. This was different. He said my name so softly, it was almost a pleasant whisper.

A caress.

He said it again, his voice deeper than before. “Emory Sophia Scott.”

People often got my name wrong, replacing the ‘O’ with an ‘E.’ It’s a small difference, but wrong nonetheless. However, my name rolled off of Will’s tongue as if he’d been practicing it.

“Would that have been so hard to say? It’s a beautiful name.” His hand came up and brushed the jacket of my oversized uniform, finding one of the loose buttons to play with. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Beautiful name for a –

I scoffed.

No.

Hell no. I can’t believe him.

He somehow found the space to step even closer - seriously, how is there still space left. Any closer and I'd have been breathing in him. I back up as much as I could, causing the dial of my locker jutted into the exact center of a bruise and I gasped. But I couldn’t tell if it was from the pain this time.

“I’d really like to take you to that party tonight.” His tone had shifted, and though he was still smiling, I got the feeling he wasn't playing anymore. He seriously wanted me to go for some reason.

But I've seen Carrie. That's not happening here.

When I didn’t say anything, he slid his hand under the strap of my bag and lifts it over my head, taking it with him when he stepped away. Another step back, and then another. Before long, he was down the hall, walking away from me while keeping me locked in his sight.

With my bag.

I launched away from the lockers. “Give it back!”

“You want it?” He held it out of my reach with his superior height. “Come to the party. You’ll get it afterwards.”

“I can’t go.” I made a dive for it as he swings it around to his other hand. My fingers swept the fabric but clenched around air.

He spun out of the way, turning around me so that for a moment he was at my back. “Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.” I growled when I saw that he’d opened it and was pulling out my class binder. “Stop going through my stuff.”

He looks up gleefully. “You’re in band? That’s so cute. I can already see you in that little hat. It’ll go great with your glasses.”

So now he was openly making fun of me. Thanks for making it so clear.

“It’s great too, because you’ll be there to play the fight song for all of my games.”

“I’ll never play for you.” I jabbed and darted for the binder, but he effortlessly dodged my every attempted. Not only did he have height on me, but natural athleticism. Basically everything I lacked in spades.

“How many AP classes are you taking? Don’t you want to have a life,” he asked, going through my schedule.

If only he knew.

“Swim team, huh?” He stopped and eyed me up and down again, as if seeing me for the first time. Maybe picturing in a swim suit, even if the school’s team uniform was modest. “Maybe I should come to some of your meets. Would you like that?”

“Don’t bother.”

He shrugged dismissively. “I’ll already be there. Kai’s thinking of joining the swim team in the off season. Although, I have to admit I’m a lot more excited to see you than him.”

“Wrong choice. He’s prettier.” And he was. Kai Mori was something else.

Will smirks and nods. “Oh, he’s hot, for sure. But we’ll have to disagree on that.” There was an undercurrent to his words; something left unspoken that I couldn’t figure out.

I stared, breathing heavily from the exertion. He hadn’t broken a sweat.

“Fine,” Will said. “You can’t come to the party. Maybe another time. I’m still holding this until Monday unless you find me sooner and make me give it back.”

He just doesn't get it. I rushed up to him, getting in his face, bag forgotten. He didn't back up on my approach. In fact, he leaned in, his facing lighting up I grew near. It filled me with venom.

“Correction: I don’t want to go to the party. I’ll never want to go anywhere with you. I don’t want you talking to me or coming to my swim meets or looking for me in the stands during games. I don’t want to know you, and I don’t want to be friends. That will never happen. So go find some other girl to play with.”

I glared in spite and anger. He returned it when a stare of wonderment, like I’m somebody new. Like I’ve transformed in front of him. But I’m still just me. Suddenly, I became aware of how loud I had been. I shouted in his face. The first time in a long time I raised my voice.

For a second, I feared his reaction.

He leaned down. “I’m not trying to be your friend,” he whispered against my lips. “That's just the first step.”

The first step to what?

“Mr. Grayson? Miss Scott?”

We both turned at the sound of his name. My math teacher, Mr. Sorrel, stood at the end of the hall, his eyes darting between us. Will still had my bag over his shoulder, holding my binder in his hands. This doesn’t look good.

Will stepped back. “I was just helping Emmy with a class.”

“You? Helping her?” I heard the doubt dripping from each word and, irrationally, my irritation flared up.

Wait. Emmy? I glared at Will. Who gave him the right?

Mr. Sorrel didn't buy it for a second, but he sighed anyway, giving Will a regretful, tired look. “Give Miss Scott back her things and be on your way, Mr. Grayson.”

I blinked. Be on your way? That’s it?

Staring at Mr. Sorrel, Will took his time putting the binder back in my bag and closing it. Then, he held my bag out to me, dangling from one finger. I gripped it with both hands, hugging it too my chest as if it would protect me from his inspection.

He lingered longer than necessary, causing the teacher to prompt him again, that time with more force. Will rolled his eyes. Stuffing his hands in his slacks, he stepped up to me and then around.

As he went, he leaned down so that his lips brushed my ears. “See you around,” he said, his voice warm and delighted, “Emmy.”

I hugged my bag even tighter. Unable to stop myself, an exhilarating feeling surged through me. He wants to see me again. Maybe I misjudged him. It couldn't happen because Martin would have my head, but it was a nice thought.

My heart and stomach plummet at the thought of Martin, and all good feelings disappeared into the void too. There's no way a boy like Will Grayson would want anything to do with me. Not when Martin is around to ruin the fun. It had to be a trick after all; a plan he and his friends came up with.

Will’s words echoed in my mind as I walked out of the school alone. The kindness I thought I heard morphed into something else. Something dark and threatening.

See you around.

Emmy.

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So...the response to my other willemmy was better than I thought. Thank you! I really apprecaite it. I suspect it's mostly a lack of other fics, but I'm still happy to see every like and reblog.

This one came about because I really just wanted to see their first meeting, and I'm kind sad we never got it. We got 3yo Michael holding Rika. We got Damon and Winter in the foutain. And Kai and Banks in the confessional booth.

But for Will and Emory? One line. Admittedly, this is probably the least important of the four, but I still wanted it. So, I headcanon.

I'm interested to know if you you thought about what their first meeting would have been like?

Again, sorry for any mistakes and thank you so much for your time!

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sergeantxrogers · 3 years ago

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| showgirl |

“My dove... do you know how much you’re worth?”

You shrugged.

“Grandmaster says a lot.” A cool finger wipes a tear from your cheek.

“No- not in that way. Not in the way he says it, like you’re something for sale. You’re worth something much more. You mean something much more, to me. Let me help you. I can help you.”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Smut!!, mentions of abusive/possessive tendencies from the Grandmaster, Stockholm Syndrome if you squint really hard, objectification of women, mentions of slight sexual harassment, mentions of alcohol, reader has a good cry, that’s about it

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“Beautiful, beautiful. My showgirl, everyone, isn’t she amazing?”

The Grandmaster’s voice boomed throughout the room as you smiled at the audience, eyelids heavy and tired, cheeks aching. You stood with an arm raised, the other hand resting on your hip as you winked at an older man sitting at one of the front tables. He smirked at you and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine as you tore your focus back to the Grandmaster standing beside you.

The lights focused on you were blinding as he leaned into your ear, voice quiet and muffled by the clapping of the audience.

“You did good, my star.”

That was your cue. You were now free to roam around the party, as long as you were near him. The familiar click of your heels was drowned out by the crowd and music as you stepped down from the stage, Grandmaster holding his hand out to help you. You took it with a smile, your rich abundance of rings and bracelets glimmering under the neon lights.

“What a show! What a show,” he praised, almost talking to himself as he led you through the masses of people. You said nothing, focusing on not tripping while you weaved through bodies, the hot air sticking to your bare skin, making flashes of heat go through your body.

All the women around you wore their regular party garments: silk dresses and hair pulled from their faces, heavy jewelry and intricate makeup. You? You wore whatever the Grandmaster told you to. It was a survival tactic you had learned when you first came to Sakaar. You had noticed quickly that he was a bit... unhinged at times, to say the least, and he liked when things went his way.

So whatever he told you to wear, you did. Which usually wasn’t much, pieces of fabric that left little to the imagination, heels that gave you an extra 7 inches, at least, sultry makeup and hair extensions that made you feel like someone else. You hated all of it, but it was what kept you alive, so you saw it through.

The crowd dispersed slightly, and you found yourself in the corner of the room, at the Grandmaster’s special section. It was kind of like a VIP lounge, except it was full of people he seemed to find “interesting”. Nights like these entailed you being his arm candy, which is exactly what you did. As he spoke and laughed with the other men you were never bothered to learn the names of, you sat perched on the arm of his large chair, legs crossed and smiling.

“Ah!”

The Grandmaster’s exclamation pulled your attention away from the confetti on the floor, and you looked up to see his hand out, smiling at someone.

“My new favorite friend! C’mere, c’mon,” he said, waving the person over.

You had never seen him before, especially not here, and especially not lately, so you were a bit confused as to the Grandmaster’s words. You eyes met his green ones, then travelled across the rest of his face, taking in his dark hair, wide shoulders set in a black suit with green trimming. You tilted your head in curiosity when his gaze never faltered from your face. That was a nice change from the usual stares. Something about him, however, felt eerily familiar, like you had seen something or someone akin to him before, and so you straightened your back and leaned into the Grandmaster’s side.

“Who is this?” you muttered to him, and he shook his head with a playful smile.

“He arrived the other day. Isn’t he wonderful?”

You hummed in agreement, eyes studying him skeptically when he gave you a smile. “Where from?”

The Grandmaster shrugged. “Some place- Assguard, Assplace, something-”

“Asgard,” the man corrected, and another string of familiarity was pulled taught in the back of your mind, waiting to snap.

“Yeah, whatever,” the Grandmaster waved him off, then snaked an arm around your naked waist, pulling you closer into him. You fought the wince that made its way onto your face, and smiled down at him.

“Loki,” the man said, holding out a hand for you to shake.

“I’m-” A harsh squeeze to your side cut your words off, and the Grandmaster gave a short chuckle.

“This is my favorite pet. She’s a beaut, huh?”

Loki’s eyes flickered from the smile on your lips, to the Grandmaster, to his hand on your waist, and he retracted his hand slowly. “I see.”

The rest of the night passed just as any other: faking smiles and taking tiny sips of the liquor in your glass. The only difference this time was the pair of fresh eyes watching you from across the table, making you more self-conscious of your movements and micro expressions. The Grandmaster’s sweaty hand never left your side after your meeting with Loki, and his grip only tightened whenever you shifted to make yourself more comfortable.

You were used to the numbness in your ass and the ache in your back after hours of sitting by his side. What you weren’t used to, however, were the carefully calculated looks Loki gave you every so often, causing you to avert your eyes from him whenever you caught him staring. It was the best way to avoid getting trouble, but you couldn’t deny the peculiarity of the situation, the feeling that you knew him from somewhere churning deep in your chest.

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The empty hallways were quiet this time of night, save for the tap of your heels on the tiled floors and the jingle of your jewelry and chains on your dress. The walk back to your room after a show was a familiar one, something you had gotten used to the third time you had done it. Nobody else from the party had a room on the floor where you were, so you considered yourself thankful to the Grandmaster for allowing you a sliver of peace after all.

Your steps echoed through the hall, and your eyes were half-shut as you yawned, then groaned. Dancing’s a bitch.

“Hey-”

A voice interrupted the serenity of your walk, and you stopped dead in your tracks, rolling your eyes. You turned around slowly with a smile plastered on your tired face, to find Loki jogging towards you.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he reached you.

“I thought I’d walk back with you,” he said, chest slightly heaving.

“Walk... back with me?” you asked.

Loki nodded.

“You seem to be the only tolerable person on this planet so far, but that’s probably because I’ve only spoken to a handful.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, then continued your walk. He fell into step with you as you spoke.

“So, how did you know I was here?”

Loki shrugged. “The Grandmaster told me I could stay on this floor, but not to disturb his prized possession.”

His eyes flickered to yours, then back to the floor again. “I guessed he meant you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You walked in silence for the next few moments, before you spoke again.

“Loki, right? We met the other night.”

He nodded. “Right, we did. But I never caught your name.”

You gave him a small smile. “Y/N.”

“Lovely,” he muttered, more to himself as he let his eyes travel across the grand entrance of your bedroom, floor-to-ceiling red doors with detailed silver attributes. He raised a quizzical brow as he looked back and forth from the doors to you.

“You get doors?”

You let out a laugh at his question, then nodded.

“Yeah. Big man says I need my privacy, or whatever.”

Loki hummed in acknowledgement. A beat of silence rang between the two of you before you gestured to the doors.

“Wanna come in? If you’re not busy?”

As you asked the question, a streak of fear ran through you at the realization that you were still just a stranger to this man and he would probably say no if he had an ounce of brain in his handsome head.

Your panic, however, was unnecessary, as he smiled at you. “Sure, love.”

The name made your heart race as you pushed a shoulder against the heavy doors, and stepped into your room with a smile. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

You held your arms out as Loki pushed the door closed behind him, a loud thud sounding throughout the hall and bedroom as he did. His eyes took it in; white tiled floors, yellow walls, as per your request, with a large bed against one of them. An open door through one of the other walls showed a large bathroom, and a corner of your room held glass doors leading to a balcony.

“Humble?”

You laughed. “Yeah, this is humble on Sakaar.”

You motioned for Loki to have a seat one of the cushioned chairs in the middle of the room as you made your way to the bathroom, pulling off rings and bracelets as you did. Loki watched you disappear behind the wall, as he sat and waited for you to come back.

“Do you drink, Loki?” you called over your shoulder, and he smiled to himself.

“On rare occasions.”

“Well,” you said, emerging from the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweatpants, “I guess showing up on Sakaar counts as rare, doesn’t it?”

You smirked his way as he nodded, and you rummaged through the mini bar that he hadn’t noticed until now, before coming back with a bottle of something red and two glasses in your hands. Settling yourself down onto the couch across from him, you poured the glasses halfway before handing him one.

He took it with a smile on his face, and clinked his glass against yours.

“Don’t you drink all night, though?” he asked after a sip.

You shook your head.

“I prefer not to when I’m at the parties. Safer that way.”

Loki lifted a brow. “But I saw you with... in your hand...?”

“Oh no, I just pretend until the Grandmaster’s drunk enough for me to put it away.”

“Oh. I see.”

You hummed with a nod.

“So...”

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“At a lack for better words- I can tell he’s got you on a pretty tight leash.”

A sad smile graced your lips, and you shrugged. “Well, it keeps me alive, being his little toy. I’m just afraid of what’ll happen to me once he gets bored of me.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re well aware of how time works here, but if I had to guess, I’d say about a year.”

Loki went silent at your answer, eyes searching yours for a hint of a joke, but found none.

“It’s not that bad, you get used to it, I promise,” you tried reassuring him, but you could tell by the way his face dropped and his jaw tightened that he wanted to go back to wherever he came from very soon.

“So where did you say you were from again?” you asked in an attempt to change the subject, and his eyes snapped back to yours.

“Asgard.”

“It sounds familiar,” you confessed, staring at him with narrowed eyes, swishing the liquid in your glass back and forth.

“Does it? It’s amazing, nothing like this pile of junk.” He had said the last few words with such distain that you couldn’t help the giggle that left your mouth.

“So you say...,” your voice trailed off.

“I have a brother. His name is Thor.”

“Thor? Thor... where have I heard that name?” you mumbled to yourself, brows pulled together in frustrated concentration.

“Nevermind,” you said after a moment, shaking your head. “I’m sure it’ll come to me sooner or later.”

“Like I said, it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Easy for you to say, you seem to get the special treatment around here,” Loki said into his glass, and you pursed your lips.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. He sucks but at least he gives me whatever I ask for. I even have access to places nobody else does.”

At that last part, Loki raised his eyebrows in curiosity, and set his glass down onto the table in front of him.

“Places like?”

“I can show you, if you’d like.”

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“A library?”

“Yep.”

“And nobody knows about it?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Well,” you started, trailing your fingers along the book spine son the nearest shelf, “the people here are like, crazy obsessed with their technology, and the Grandmaster thinks they would revolt or something if they found out about it.”

Loki gave a roll of his eyes at your words.

“Typical,” he muttered, pulling a book off the shelf.

“Madame Bovary?”

You hummed. “One of my favorites, though it’s a bit torn around the edges.”

“Yes... come to think of it, all of them are a bit rough, aren’t they?”

You nodded. “They all come from outside.”

“The trash heaps?”

“Yeah, that’s right. When I first got here I convinced the Grandmaster to let me collect all the books I find outside in exchange.”

“In exchange for what, love?”

Your smile faltered, and you swallowed heavily, turning your head away from Loki casually. “My shows.”

Loki said nothing. You heard the familiar sound of a book sliding back onto the shelf. You felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, and turned your head to find Loki standing closer to you than what you remembered. You tried fighting of the nervous blush that rose in your cheeks as he looked at you.

“The library on Asgard is marvelous... I’ll show you one day.”

His words came out low, almost in a whisper, and you gave him a sad smile. You knew as well as the next guy that your chances of getting off this planet were slim to none, but you were grateful for the comfort.

You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his. You let them travel across the books above you, until one specific book with golden binding caught your attention. The gears in your head started turning, and Loki followed your gaze once he saw something click on your face.

“You... you said Asgard, right?” you asked, almost breathlessly, and Loki nodded, confused. He reached up to grab the book your eyes were trained on, and read the cover. The Poetic Edda.

Your gaze fell to the book in his hands, then lifted back up to meet his.

“I’ve read about you,” you whispered. “I’ve read about you but I didn’t actually think you were real-”

“Of course I’m real-’

“Well, I can see that.”

“People write books about me? About- about my family? Our lives, and our history?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide, and a grin was slapped onto your face when you realized you were speaking to the Loki you’ve read about.

“Yes, they do. There’s many more where that came from,” you said, gesturing to the book he was flicking through.

“Show me.”

After that first night in the library, you and Loki developed a routine: he would wait for you in the hall after your show, walk you to your room, and wait for you to dress down. The two of you spent hours in the library, sometimes even staying the entire night reading, talking, shushing each other when you thought someone was coming. Until sunrise.

Sunrise was when the two of you parted ways, because you both knew how dangerous it would be if the Grandmaster caught Loki stealing away his prized possession, and you showing a stranger your secret library. Which is why, in the eyes of the Grandmaster, the two of you never communicated. For all he knew, the two of you barely tolerated each other, acknowledging the other’s presence when needed, during the afterparties and drunk nights where you seemed to be the only sober beings in the room. You never spoke to Loki when you were with the Grandmaster, and Loki never looked at you too long while he was present. There were glances you would steal, however, that caused Loki to force a smile away from his lips and turn his head in fake interest of the crowd.

A month, if you could even call it that on this God forsaken planet, had passed with the same routine of you working the Grandmaster’s parties in your skimpy clothing and too-high heels, then going to the library with Loki.

A month of you feeling the slightest bit of joy in your life you had felt since you had gotten to Sakaar, the change of pace in your boring days like a breath of fresh air.

A month of Loki, and a month of reading books and drinking tea in the darkest corners of a small library by a window, yet the pole you wrapped yourself around each and every night was still as cold as ever. A month of Loki couldn’t bring enough warmth into your soul as much as the disgusting stares of strangers could chill it.

The lights blinded you, like they always did. You learned during the first week of your dances how to refrain from squinting (after the Grandmaster had so kindly told you how much he hated when you squinted). After studying the room every night, you had eventually learned, from your high vantage point, where Loki sat. And he was who you kept your focus on. Your eyes zoned in on him and ignored everyone else, and that was what kept you sane as the men whistled and goosebumps pricked your bare skin.

You had also learned a long time ago that feeling underappreciated at your job was pointless: the first few people who had thrown money at you had been exiled by the Grandmaster. The money stopped coming after that, but you kept going.

Another night of clapping, smiling, uncomfortable heels carrying you off the stage, sitting by the side of the man who owned you. Tonight was different, however. He didn’t know what it was but Loki could tell you were off just by the way you avoided his eyes and cast your gaze downwards at every movement he made. You made no action to remove strange hands from your hips and back, made no attempts at your usual sarcastic rebuttals towards old sleazy men, barely even forced a smile upon your face when the Grandmaster introduced you to someone as his favorite toy.

Two hours passed, and Loki watched you lean down to whisper something into the Grandmaster’s ear. His expression was unreadable, but he nodded at whatever you said, and before Loki knew it, you were shooting up from your spot on his chair and turning away, hurrying through the large crowd. He tried his hardest not to stare, not to go after you because he had the aching sense that something was wrong, and he couldn’t help you until the party was over.

So he waited. He waited until most of the guests dispersed like they did every night, waited until the Grandmaster was too drunk and preoccupied with one friend or another, and he snuck through the remaining bodies, out of sight. Hurrying towards your room, his heart pounded in his chest. Not from exhaustion, but from worry. In the short while he had been there and seen you in action, there hadn’t been one night where you hadn’t stayed until the very night.

When he reached your doors, the momentum threw his body against them, a blunt thud coming from where his shoulder hit them. He took a deep breath and knocked frantically.

Silence.

He knocked again, harder this time. Again, he was met with silence.

He called your name, once, twice, and got no response. His heart was beating out of his chest at this point, adrenaline flooding his veins as he pushed the heavy door open. It slammed shut behind him, the familiar echo booming against the high walls.

His eyes scanned the large room, finally landing on you curled up on your giant bed.

“Y/N?” His voice came out in a tentative whisper. You said nothing. He took a few steps closer, and noticed your body was shaking underneath the covers you had buried yourself in.

“My love, what is it?” he asked, rushing quickly towards your bed.

A sob left your lips as you turned your head to look at him. Makeup running down your cheeks, eyes dark and smudged, lipstick faded on your lips. Your eyes met his concerned ones, and fresh tears welled against your lashline when Loki brought a slow hand up to brush away the hair that was stuck to your cheek.

“What happened?” Loki whispered, and you sniffled. You took deep breaths, shaking your head.

“I’m sick of it.”

Your answer was barely audible, but Loki was so tuned into your movements and whispers at the moment that you couldn’t have blinked differently without him noticing.

He didn’t ask you to elaborate. He didn’t have to, because he knew what you meant. To be quite honest, he was surprised you had held yourself together as long as you had.

“I know,” was all he said, and you squeezed your eyes shut as another wave of mascara-muddled tears rolled down your face.

“But- I can’t stop.”

Your words confused Loki, and he caressed your cheek slowly as you peered up at him.

“What do you mean?”

You shrugged lamely under the covers. “It’s all I’m good for.”

Your simple sentence made Loki feel like someone had just pulled a rug out from under his feet, and he was falling. Falling, falling, and never stopping, just a never ending dark hole of aching heartstrings and the unconfessed need to give you love.

He stared at you, and you stared back. His hand slips ever so slightly under the sheets to tug on your arm, and you sat up in your bed, slouching as you looked at him with exhausted eyes.

“My dove... do you know how much you’re worth?”

You shrugged.

“Grandmaster says a lot.” A cool finger wipes a year from your cheek.

“No- not in that way. Not in the way he says it, like you’re something for sale. You’re worth something much more. You mean something much more, to me. Let me help you. I can help you.”

Loki’s last few words came out in a whisper, and you stared into his eyes, wondering if he was playing a cruel joke on you, or if this was a test from the Grandmaster all along and he was confirming whether or not you were worthy enough of keeping around.

But, as he stared back, you found nothing but sincerity, eyebrows pulled together in pain, eyes going back and forth between yours. And you couldn’t help yourself. You fell into him, pulling his face to yours and pressing your lips against his.

They were cold, and soft. A sharp contrast to your burning ones, your body temperature high given all the crying you had been doing. Loki’s hands gripped your waist, your fingers pulling through his hair, and you felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip. That was when you pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” you said through slight pants, and he stared back at you, bewildered, lips swollen and pupils blown wide.

“What for?”

“For- for that. I shouldn’t have-”

“Please,” he interrupted you, hand coming up to cup your jaw.

“You should have, and I’m glad you did, because I would’ve gone insane if I had to wait any longer.”

A hot blush rose up your neck and decorated your cheeks as you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“At the risk of sounding... indulgent, I’ve dreamt of doing things far greater than this with you.”

You locked your gaze on his, a flame ignited in the pit of your stomach.

“Show me.”

Your two words made Loki go mad: his head went dizzy as the blood from it rushed somewhere below the belt.

He pulled your face into his again, kissing you hungrier than the first time, and a sigh left your nose when he pushed you back into your bed slowly. His lips left yours, making a trail down your neck, the column of your throat, onto your chest. He lifted his head, noticing you were still in the outfit the Grandmaster had gifted you for the party, and a wave of anger overtook him.

“I want these,” he muttered, tugging at the garments with a finger, “off.”

You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he took his time taking your skirt off, pulling it down your legs, leaving chills in its wake.

“You’re worth more than these pieces of fabric,” he mumbled into your skin, placing kisses on your thighs and hips, and you squirmed under his touch, hips involuntarily lifting off the bed.

His cold fingers ran up your stomach, across your rib cage, underneath your breasts, stroking the skin there, and you threw your head back with a sigh.

The skimpy bra you were wearing did little to cover you, and his touch travelled up the valley of your breasts, skimming over your collarbones softly before he tugged the straps down off your shoulders. Loki dropped his head, kissing the skin there and you whined.

“And you’re worth more than that pole he forces you upon,” he whispered into your ear. His hips pressed into yours and you felt his erection pressing against your thin panties. Your hands found purchase on his back, dressed in a button up and you felt his shoulder blades shift with each movement he made.

“Off,” you muttered, scratching at the cotton, and he hummed.

He lifted himself off your body, sitting on his knees between your legs and you watch as his nimble fingers worked the buttons, undoing them in a flash and tugging the shirt off his shoulders, throwing it somewhere on the floor beside the bed. It wasn’t important where, because the only thing you could focus on was the build of his body and the bulge in his dress pants. And of course, the ache between your thighs.

You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything Loki’s fingers hooked under the hem of your panties, and your words died in your throat as he pulled them down your legs teasingly slow.

“Oh...”

The word left your lips in a soft moan as Loki dropped down between your legs.

“Loki-”

A cold finger cut you off when you felt it swipe up your pussy from entrance to clit, and your legs spread even further out of reflex. You watched with hooded eyes as Loki brought his finger up to his lips, sucking in clean.

“And you’re definitely worth more than the cheap liquor at the parties,” he said with a sly smile painting his lips, and you whimpered. Your hands shot down to bury your fingers into his hair when he trailed open-mouthed kisses against the inside of your thigh.

“Please- Loki- fuck.”

He slipped a finger into you, slowly, leisurely, and you sucked in a sharp breath.

“Shh... will you let me taste you, my love?”

You nodded frantically and before you knew it, his tongue was on you, heat against heat, wet against wet and your fingers tightened there grip in his hair because he was exploring you, he was devouring you, liked a man starved.

Your legs clenched against his head, your thighs against his ears muffling every sound around him but he didn’t care because you felt good, he felt good and you looked so delicious with your chest heaving and lips parted in pleasure. His pants grew even tighter when you moaned his name, but the only thing he could pay attention to was the sweet taste of you on his lips and the warmth blooming in his chest as you begged for more, more, more.

Loki’s hands came up around your thighs, latching onto the flesh there and gripping you against the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your clit, tracing letters and shapes against you until your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Shit- Loki,” you panted, lifting your head to look down at him, and his eyes met yours.

You let out a groan at the sight, toes curling as the thin thread holding your sanity snapped.

“Loki, I’m-”

Too late. Your hips stuttered against his face and you chanted his name like it was the only word you knew, waves of pleasure riding through your body from head to toe to the point where you could do nothing but clench your eyes shut and grasp onto his hair so tight you were sure it gave him a headache.

Your body fell slack, your grip loosening and your legs going weak as your head lulled to the side. Loki came up to you and chuckled at your hazy state, wiping away a bead of sweat on your forehead before leaning down to kiss it. You smiled lazily, glancing up at him.

“I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

You blinked slowly, looking up at him, happier than you had ever been in the past year.

“Okay,” you whispered softly, nodding as you brought his hand up to your lips, pressing your lips to it.

“I will. Even if it’s the last thing I do,” he muttered to himself quietly, reassuring both you and himself that it was his number one priority.

A bell of realization rang in your mind and you raised your brows in concern.

“Loki, what about-?”

You looked down between your bodies, and he hummed deep in his chest.

“Round two, my love.”

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blueberrypossum · 3 years ago

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

#ROTTMNT #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x leo #rottmnt leo #ROTTMNTXREADER #rottmntleo #rottmnt reader x leo #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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chloe-spade · 2 years ago

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Caterella - Prologue: How it started

Cater was once a young boy, whose views never changed.

His father was a well-off salesman, one who travels the seas to deliver any item he was given like a spectrum of gifts. Every time he came back, he gave Cater the most wonderful gifts but Cater often gave them to others who needed them more than him.

His mother, though he barely remembers her, was a royal seamstress for the royal family. He always came with her when duty calls and played with some other children there.

She was quite friendly with the queen, even best friends.

He even talks to the queen's grandson, who was shy but welcoming toward Cater. They always talked in the gardens and played together.

Cater loves his time here and simply being with his mother.

But tragedy struck as his mother died of a mysterious illness that some couldn't explain, even Cater's father couldn't explain it.

"Cater," He remembered her say, "I know that this will bring you down and how it pains me to know that," her hand rested against his cheek, "I want you to smile, be happy, no matter what life does to bring you down, you'd best show that you won't let that bring you down and smile. Cause no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."

Cater nods as he cried, trying to smile. His mother smiles along with him as well, though sad, you can see the happiness in her eyes.

Cater missed his mother but knows she wouldn't like him unhappy because of her.

After a year, his father found himself in love with a woman, and with Cater's encouragement, had gone out with her.

The woman was Rosalind Dior, a jeweler of the town. Cater's father was devoted to her and Cater had no problem with her.

She even had two daughters his age, Astrid and Mika. Both were always close as sisters should.

They relentlessly teased him badly, always calling him names that he often ignored.

There was one time when his father was going on his travels.

"Now, Cater, girls, I'll be back within a week. Do you desire anything from your travels?"

"Jewels, such as necklaces and bracelets," begged Astrid, "Please?"

"I would like jewelry as well, but I would like a flute," added Mika.

"Cater?"

Cater was silent for a moment, he didn't know what he wanted but he gave a small smile and said, "I would like nothing, but I wouldn't mind if you gave me a gift!"

Cater's father laughs."That's my boy!"

As he left to speak to Rosalind, the girls glared at Cater with disgust he didn't comprehend.

"Of course, little rich boy doesn't know what he wanted. You must be gotten everything." Mika ridiculed.

"Rich kid!" Astrid snickered.

Cater didn't know how to respond that day but he shrugged it off. He wasn't offended by it as they were rich kids as well.

But the tension between them and Cater was horrible but Cater saved face for his father, as at that time he planned to marry Roselind.

Cater was beyond happy as his father was happy with a woman he seemed to love and happy with.

He can handle anything for his father.

A few months, his father died during his voyages, and only his colleagues came to tell the family the devastating news, staying with Cater until his sadness caused him to sleep.

They gifted Cater a locket, one that was similar to that his mother wore. He kept it safe and worn every day as his life slowly spiraled more.

Roselind moved his room to the attic, all of his clothing was either taken or torn. After a sudden change, he was tasked to do every chore that she listed.

"Why," he would ask sorrowfully, "why must it be me? I have done them yesterday."

No matter what he said, if he refused, Roselind will shout and accuse him of laziness before forcing him to do chores. A few times where she threatened to hurt him if he didn't do it.

"You disrespectful brat! You had it easy, didn't you? You complain and complain! You better do your chores before things get worse for you."

There were nights when he sobbed and sobbed hard until he passed out.

This led to where he was now, scrubbing the furnace and the only source of light was a single candle and a small window.

His scrubbing pace begins to slow as tears form. He couldn't continue as he begins to cry, cry to himself and cry to the world.

"I can't," he sobs, "why did this happen to me? It's hard to live in a place where you can't escape, even when people watch you suffer and do nothing about it but smile. No one can help you, no one to support you.."

Cater looks up at the window, seeing a big star.

"Would it be worth it to wish upon a star? To wish for an outcome that'll never happen?" He looks up at the window and sighs. "I suppose it could not hurt." He grips his locket and sighs. "I wish...I wish for an escape, or not just that..a way to maybe make this easier, to find a reason to make me happy again. I wish for that."

As soon as he stopped, a small gleam appeared behind him.

He turned around as the light slowly begin to form, creating a silhouette of a person, actually two people.

"Hello there!"One of them greeted," My name is..." He stops suddenly as he sneezed into the fireplace.

Cater gasped and helps him out."Are you ok?! Oh my God..."He quickly brushes the cinders off his suit.

"I'm ok! Not the first time," he laughs.

"My stars, Kalim, you always have a fun introduction." Laughed another voice behind Cater.

Kalim pouts, "It's dusty in here," he dusted himself off. "This will definitely go on my rep sheet..."

Cater looks at both."What is going on? Who are you two, and what are you doing here at my house?"

"Oh, don't fret," the other walks over, "My name is Lilia, and this here is Kalim. We are your fairy godfathers,"

Kalim smiles."Yep! You made a wish and now we're here. Though I didn't expect to appear in a basement,"

"Oh, I know. But our little boy is in a dilemma," Lilia declared, "being a maid to his own family. That's why we're here,"

Kalim frowns."Oh, that's right. Maybe we should do something now."

Cater sighs."I'm dreaming...this can't be real, the dust is going into my head. I should keep cleaning and go back to sleep. "

"Hmm," Kalim walks around, "dust over here and there...dust is everywhere! I can't believe this.."

"May I ask why he's freaked out?" Cater asked.

"Oh don't mind him," Lilia laughed, "he's one of our new faes, and this is technically his first human. I'm here 'cause I want to and a guide."

Cater nods as he and Lilia watch Kalim inspect the entire area, occasionally sneezing.

"That's enough, Kalim, you'll get dizzy sneezing like that."

Kalim grabbed his wand as he begins to look around. He saw a broom and smiles wildly. "Now... what're the magic words."

"Magic?" Questioned Cater," what does he mean by magic?"

Lilia summoned his wand."Oh don't fret too much, it's what we do. As fairy godfathers, we try to make you happy."

"I don't think I wished for happiness."

"But you wished for a better way to deal with this mess of chores. So, we're here." Lilia grabbed some cleaning supplies." Bibbity," he looks at Cater with a smile, "Bobbity," he raises his wand, "Boo!"

Magic surrounds the supplies as they magically begin to scrub the dirt and Lilia grabbing the water bucket.

"That was it!" Kalim smiles and repeated it, causing the broom to sweep.

Cater could only stare at the magic before he rest by the fireplace.

"Thank you," he mustered, looking down.

Lilia sat next to him."Of course, it's our pleasure to make you happy, but of course, we have our limitations."

"But," Kalim added, "We're going to be here with you, and we'll help you!"

"God...I feel...flattered," Cater mumbled and smiled.

"We'll keep an eye on this, you should sleep."

Cater yawns as rests against the fireplace and after a few minutes, snores were the only thing heard in the room.

✳️

Cater yawns as he opens his eyes to a new, clean basement.

"Cater!" Yelled Rosalind, "That basement better be cleaned!"

Cater gets up and looks around, the supplies down and not moving, no sight of dust, and no sight of his fairy godfathers.

The door opens as Rosalind inspects the room, trying to find any spec of dust that Cater must've missed.

"Hmm, I suppose you're not as worthless as I thought," she muttered, "and you already cooked breakfast. You....are excused,"

Cater exhaled in relief as he walked upstairs, coming to the kitchen.

"Wow, she screams loudly." Mutters a tiny voice from Cater's pocket.

"Hmm?" He looks to see a tiny mouse, yawning in his pocket.

"I guess so," he answers,"how did you get into my pocket?"

"It's easy when you have magic," he yawns.

"You're one of the fairy godfathers. Kalim, am I right?" He whispered, grabbing some food.

"Yep! We agreed one of us should stay with you. You know, for safety precaution."

Cater shrugs as he strolls up the stars."Where's Lilia?"

"Oh, he's an elder godfather, he's very busy."

Cater smiles and rest on his bed," it's just going to be like this for a while, so best to get comfy and plan our escape."

"Great! Don't worry, I'll help you whenever you need me!"

✨

Lilia wanders throughout the hallways of the palace, hearing swords clink.

He smiles as he walks in."Ah, Lord Malleus, practicing without me?"

"You were taking a while, Lilia," he mumbled, attacking the dummy once again.

"You had another argument with your grandmother? About your future again?"

"She's rushing me, Lilia. I don't know how to convince her to calm down and now there's a royal ball planned in a few weeks." He sits down.

"And you might think I could convince her? My apologies, but no one, even me could change her mind. But don't worry, you might find that special some pretty soon."

Malleus nods."I hope so, Lilia."

"I know so."

#Cater Diamond #cinderella cater is a dream #caterella #fanfic #twisted wonderland #twst #original work #original character #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #malleus draconia #mallekei #malleus x cater #cinderella au

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kakejiszka · 4 years ago

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Studio Fun

This is my first Jake smut, hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: contains lots of smut, you have been warned.

After changing at least six times, you still hadn't chosen among the three set of clothes that were lying on your bed, surrounded by several other pieces of clothing that together created a mess in your entire room, that smelled like citrus, makeup and despair.

You couldn't help but tremble with anxiety at the sight of yourself in your lingerie in the mirror, after all, the occasion you were dressing for was unprecedented. Should you wear a fancy dress? A slutty short skirt? A rocker leather jacket?

You had hit the jackpot: after a few weeks going out with Jake, he had finally invited you to meet the studio where he and his band rehearsed every week. And furthermore, you would meet his brother Josh and Sam and their friend Danny for the first time. You were nervous, as shit was starting to get serious.

Jake was living rent free in your head. Since the first time you saw him, your standards for men had never been the same, after all, no one could surpass his beauty, talent and charisma. To top it all, he was so romantic: on the three times you went out together, he managed to surprise you even with the simplest things. On your first date, you had coffee together, but he gifted you white roses. On the second date, you two took a walk around the town and he held your hand the entire time. On the third date, where it's socially acceptable to have sex, he took you to a super fancy restaurant with wonderful food. You even wore a beatiful black dress and made sure to wear your best lingerie. But, despite taking you home and kissing you by the door (for the first time), that was it. Maybe he was shy, maybe he wasn't ready, but you couldn't help but feeling a bit disappointed for not spending the night with him.

You chose the skirt. If there was even the smallest chance of you seducing him that day, you were willing to try. You finished the look with a black tank top, which was so tight you didn't feel the need to wear a bra, an oversized jeans jacket and black boots. You applied some eyeliner and mascara.

You called an Uber to the address Jake had texted you and quickly you arrived. Your phone vibrated in your jacket's pocket. "Be there in 15" his text said. You felt your legs tremble during the whole time you spent waiting for him, which seemed like an eternity. Despite all his qualities, it wasn't new to you that Jake Kizka's worst flaw was that he was always late.

You noticed the studio: it was very big and it seemed like a place full of quality equipment. The street where it was located was full of different records and musical instruments stores, what made you realize you were in a part in town where you could find everything that was music-related. As you waited for him, all the thoughts in the world were crossing your mind: what if he's not so into me? What if his brothers don't like me? What am I doing here? What kind of idea was this? Do I still have time to go back home?

"Hey!" you were surprised by a familiar voice behind you.

"Jake!" you said, nervousness resonating in your voice.

"Did I scare you?" he asked, giggling.

"No, I'm okay, it's just that..." you didn't even have to finish what you were saying so that he could understarnd the situation.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, they will love to meet you."

Jake gave you his hand and you held it, now feeling much safer and calmer than before.

You two entered the studio and followed through a long dark hallway. The walls were painted black and were full of band posters and stickers. There were other rooms there and you could hear other bands rehearsing inside them. Jake guided you to the end of the hallway where a small set of stairs took you to the second floor.

For your surprise, there weren't other rooms on the second floor like there were on the first floor. It was a single room entirely, where you could find everything: a big couch, a frigo, technical equipment for recording, vending machines, snooker table, a mini bar, all sorts of things...

A section of the room was isolated by a thick glass wall. Inside it, the walls were covered in acoustic panels and the room was filled with many amplifiers, pedals, instruments and a bunch of other things you didn't know what were called were there.

Lying on the couch were Danny, Sam and Josh, waiting for Jake.

"Goddamnit, finally!" Josh shouted "we waited for like an hour!"

"I was getting ready for her" Jake answered, smirking and pulling you close to him by your waist. You couldn't hide the embarassment on your face.

"What a fancy studio!" you said, trying to change the subject "I didn't know you rehearsed in such a cool place."

"It wasn't always like this, ya know" Josh said while standing up and putting his hands in his pockets "we started playing at our house, but it was starting to get too noisy for miss Karen" he laughed.

"It's true, we had to look for cheap studios, but it was hard to find anything in a small town like Frankenmuth" Sam said.

You all talked a bit and, fortunately, the boys were all very nice. You felt very welcomed by Josh's sense of humor, Sam's big smile and Danny's kindness.

After you got to know them, they entered the acoustic room and started rehearsing. You sat on the couch to watch them and, although you were scared to feel bored, you had a lot of fun with the private show they were performing for you.

You couldn't take your eyes off Jake. What he did to the guitar was phenomenal, sexy and even pornographic. The way he slowly slid his hand over the guitar's neck while sweat drops fell on his forehead were making you cross your legs a bit too hard over the couch.

He noticed you were staring at him and smiled at you through the glass, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarassment. You must have been making a funny face, because he giggled at the sight of you.

After two or three hours of rehearsal, they were done. Although the air-conditioning was making you shiver, they left the room all sweaty. Josh, Sam and Danny went to the frigo to get some beer. Jake went there as well, but he made sure to get one for you too.

"Did you like to watch the rehearsal?" Jake asked, offering you an already open Corona bottle.

"I loved it!" you said, getting the bottle from his hand and taking a sip.

"I was scared you would get bored" he said while he sat by your side on the couch and opened his bottle.

"How could I? I felt very special for watching such an exclusive show!" you said, making him laugh.

For the first time, you noticed what he was wearing: a dark purple silk shirt with the buttons opened showing his chest, as he always wore them. He had tight black cuffed pants and brown boots. On his neck, some long necklaces that reached the middle of his bare chest, and on his wrists a few bracelets. His style was casual and attractive, but goddamn, he looked so fucking hot.

The rest of the day was very fun. You two drank together and talked a lot, what got you even closer to each other. Josh, Sam and Danny played snooker and drank a lot, until they decided to leave.

There were only you and Jake, that were now a bit tipsy and still had a lot to talk about. You noticed that, although you two had already went out before, this was the first time you talked this much. When you realized, you were physically very close: your legs were resting over Jake's left leg and his hand was caressing the back of your head. Your index finger was circling around Jake's bare chest. He looked so great in that shirt.

"Do you wanna see something?" he excitedly asked. You, curious as you were, immediately answered:

"Sure."

Jake stood up and walked towards the platform where there was a panel with a billion different buttons you had no idea were for. After pressing and regulating some of them, he made a sign with his fingers invinting you to join him.

"What does that thing do?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Everything" he playfully answered.

"Everything what?" you asked again, laughing impatiently.

"This is the sound mixer, where we can control everything inside the acoustic room. Bass, treble, autotune, tuning, echo, volume... and so on" while he patiently explained to you, you admired him. He would get so excited when talking about music.

"Wow" you responded, without taking your eyes off his.

"Wanna try it out?" he asked.

"What? Are you serious?" you almost spit the liquid of the forth or fifth beer bottle you were having that day.

"Very serious" he said, looking deep in your eyes.

"Okay then..."

"Put this on" he said, grabbing the two headphones thar were lying on the table over the mixer and handing one over to you.

You did as he said and Jake left you responsible for the sound mixer and ran inside the acoustic room, almost tripping due to his light state of inebriation.

"What is he doing?" you quietly asked yourself.

He shut the door of the acoustic room and got one of the 6 or 7 guitars that were inside. After that, he put on the headphones that he brought with him to the room, turned on the microphone that was resting over a tripod and said:

"Can you hear me?"

The sound came out so loud in your headphones that you got scared and jumped, almost turning deaf. After that, you laughed a lot and so did he.

"How do I turn this thing down?" you asked him, screaming so he could hear you through the glass wall.

"Slide the red button down, on your right. Oh, and you don't have to scream, on your left there's a microphone that's meant for you to talk to me while I'm inside, just hold its button down."

You did as he told you to and laughed at yourself, feeling silly for not knowing how to use those things.

"There. Can I do what I want here?"

"Yeah!" he answered.

Jake started playing a random melody and you played with the sounds, having fun like a child. Distorting, increasing and decreasing the echoes, you two laughing like fools.

When you had enough fun, Jake spoke on the microphone again.

"Did you know this room has an almost perfect acoustic insulation?"

"Almost perfect? Like, no one can hear from the outside?" you said while pressing the mic's button and arching a brow, without believing him.

"Exactly" he said, putting his guitar away "I can scream as loud as I want here, no one will listen. Wanna try it?"

"How do I do that?" you asked, searching for the function among the million buttons on the sound mixer panel.

"Just turn the volume down, all of it."

And so you did. As you turned the volume down, it was getting harder and harder to hear what he said, until you couldn't hear a word. He only realized you couldn't hear him when he saw the surprise on your face, caused by the magic of the acoustic room. You could tell by his facial expression that he was laughing, and you laughed as well.

He made a gesture with his hand, like he asked you if you could hear him. You answered through the mic:

"I can't hear anything! This is amazing!"

He smiled and made another gesture, as if he was inviting you to the acoustic room. You quickly removed your earphones and walked to the door, thinking it would be your turn to stay there as he played with the sound.

When you opened the door, Jake immediately pulled you inside and shut the door with both of you inside. Then, he pressed you against the wall, pinning both of your wrists against it over your head.

You couldn't help but feeling surprised, after all, Jake had never acted like this before. He had always been romantic and careful, so you were pretty curious about his sudden dominating attitude.

He approached his face to yours, whispering close to your ear:

"Wanna test the acoustic of the room's acoustics?"

His tone was everything but innocent. You finally understood where he was getting to, so you decided to play his game.

"How can we test it?" you answered, faking innocence, and he smiled at your acting. So he put his leg in the middle of yours, gently rubbing his thigh against your groin and pressing you even harder agains the foamy wall.

"We can try it the best way possible."

After he said it, he kissed you deeply. His hands let go of your wrists and slowly slid down your arms, all the way to your neck. One of his hands held the back of your head and the other choked you slightly, but strong enough to make breathing a little harder. Your arms, now free of his grip, curled arould his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was getting hotter. You felt the hand that held your neck go down to your waist, and the hand on the back of your head gently pull your hair, bringing your head back and making you moan softly. Jake stopped kissing you and smirked, watching your pleasure face.

"They might see us through the glass!" you said, but he didn't pay much attention as he immediately returned to kiss your lips.

"I don't care" he answered, and although it was a bit scary, the fear of getting caught was also thrilling and exciting.

Your neck was completely exposed now, inviting Jake's silky lips which left soft kisses on your skin, making their way to your ear lobes where he gently nibbled. It sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin, something Jake noticed and made sure to show he enjoyed.

"You like this, huh?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded with a small moan, still a little overwhelmed by the situation, but certainly enjoying it.

Jake went back to kissing your neck, now a little faster. The tiny threads of growing beard on his jaw scratched your face, the sensation was even more arousing. You were so focused on that that only later you realized that his hand wasn't on your waist anymore, but was grabbing your ass.

Your body was warm, but you had chills. The mix of sensations Jake was causing on you gave you so much pleasure, but at the same time it was torturous. It wasn't enough, you wanted more and he knew that, but he wanted to keep you waiting.

Jake put both on his hands on your ass, squeezing it hard and making you moan softly. But after a short period, you felt his hands leave the place, which surprised you. Only then you realized he was taking off your jeans jacket and tossing in on the floor. The black tank top you were wearing left your collarbone and your shoulders exposed, which was exactly what Jake's lips were looking for. But before he went back to what he was doing, he took a good look at your newly exposed body part. His eyes traveled from your face to your breasts and there they stood, what got you a little embarassed.

"You're so hot, did you know that?" he whispered, staring even harder at your cleavage and then at your eyes. You smiled and blushed. The way he said those things made you feel a way no other man had ever managed to do to you. "You don't have to feel ashamed..." he said, smirking at your reaction.

His lips met yours again, but only for a short period of time. They quickly moved to your collarbone. His hands were now were wandering around your whole body, moving from your neck to your shoulders, back, waist and ass, as if he was desperate to feel you. Which was amazing, because you were eager to feel his hands all over you.

You also wanted to feel him, so you did as he did: you took one of your hands to the back of his hand and slightly pulled back some of his long brown hair, what made him moan and smile in response. Your other hand traveled through his chest, gently dragging your nails around the small part of exposed skin. My god, he looked so hot in that purple jacket. The only way he could look hotter than that would be without it.

You started to slowly unbutton the shirt, which made him stop kissing you and look at you with a naughty smirk.

"So much hurry!" he giggled.

"You take mine off, I take yours, that's how it works" you answered, winking at him.

He helped you take off his shirt and toss it on the floor, next to your jacket. You enjoyed the view of his shirtless body, staring at it just like he did to you before, sliding your nails and digging them on his torso. He held your hand over his chest, looking deep into your eyes. you were expecting him to say something nasty, but instead he just went back to kissing you, now even more intensely.

He embraced your waist and pulled you closer to him, as if it were possible. Then, his hands slowly moved upwards, passing through your waist and reaching your breasts. He squeezed them softly, making you moan. Your skin, that was already shivered, got even more chills under his touch. You weren't wearing a bra, which made your nipples appear through your shirt. Jake noticed and liked it, since he touched and tweaked them over the thin cloth. At this moment, you were already wet and impacient, but you were only getting a small portion of Jake's sexual expertise.

"Jake..." you moaned in agony between his kisses, suffering with his touches over your clothes. Although it was very hot, the throbbing sensation in your groin was starting to feel unbearable and painful.

"I know, babe" he answered, resting his forehead on yours, without ceasing to fondle your breasts "you're eager, but I'm only getting started."

Hearing that made the situation of your arousal even worse, to the point where if he decided to just lift your skirt and fuck you at that moment you wouldn't even feel pain, so horny and ready you were. He went back to kissing you, never letting your breasts go. But suddenly, you felt him pull your shirt up and reveal your stomach.

He kept on pulling it, enough that your breasts dropped down from your top, due to how tight it was. He watched that pornographic scene without blinking, dazzled. Rapidly he went back to fondling your breasts, only now he took his lips to one of your nipples.

He sucked it gently, making you let go a pleasurable moan. Glad with your reaction, he kept on sucking it, sometimes licking, nibbling and kissing. He moved to the right breast, but without stopping to give attention to the left one, playing with the nipple with his thumb. The saliva he left on the thin skin of your nipple in contact with the air made you feel a little bit cold, but it gave you pleasure.

Jake took his time there, enjoying the sensation he was causing you. You, on the other hand, dig your nails a bit deeper all over his back, feeling his skin also get goosebumps.

Jake finishing sucking your nipples and went back to kissing your lips. He took off your top with a bit of hurry, tossing it on the floor and then pulling you closer to him by your waist. His hands were now back on your ass, but now he started to lift your skirt.

"This short skirt of yours... I spent the whole day thinking about lifting it and fucking you" he said, holding the cloth with the tip of his fingers and raising it slowly. The fingers that lifted the fabric softly scratched your thighs and your hip, making you shiver.

Jake saying those things made your legs tremble with pleasure. You didn't know how good it felt to hear that dirty-talk until it was Jake whispering it to you.

"I wore it thinking about it" you answered, what made him smile in a sexy and predatory way at the same time.

When he lifted your skirt high enough, he slid his right hand over your thigh. He gently slid back and forth towards your groin, torturing you with the desire of his touch. He looked you deep in the eyes with a serious expression, like he was in control of the situation. When you couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he caressed your pussy over your panties.

"Wow, you're soaking wet... I didn't know it was that easy to make you horny, baby."

You looked at him, almost not believing what you had just heard. After half an hour of teasing, he thought it was easy?

"Jake, please..." you moaned in desperation as he now rubbed your clit over the thin lacy fabric.

"I know, love, I'll give you what you want."

Jake pulled your panties down and slid his index finger between your fold, reaching your clit. You were so wet it was slippery inside you, making his job even easier. He then started to rub your clit in slow and circle motions.

You let go a fairly loud moan and, out of embarassment, you covered your mouth with your hand. He took your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against the wall behind you.

"Moan all you want, no one's gonna hear us. Moan loud for me."

And so you did. The harder he rub your clit, the more pleasure you felt and the more you moaned in his ear. He, who was also feeling pleasure, had his lips parted, watching you squirm against the wall.

Jake increased the speed with which he masturbated you, driving you insane. But you also wanted to torture him. Therefore, catching him by surprise, you took your hand to the huge bulge in his pants. He wasn't expecting that, but he enjoyed it.

You stroked his cock, that was very enhanced outside his pants. You were surprised with its lenght.

"You did this to me" he said, grabbing your hand and rubbing it harder against his dick.

But you didn't last for too long, since Jake's expertise in masturbating you was making your legs shake so you couldn't concentrate in anything but your own pleasure. You kept on moaning ach time louder until your orgasm finally hit. The pulsation made you almost scream.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarassed, but the look on his face comforted you and made you realize there was nothing to be ashamed of, since the man was clearly enjoying it.

He removed his fingers from your pussy and licked them. what made you feel another throb of pleasure. Next, he deeply kissed you.

"Fuck, your moans are so hot" he whispered in your ear. You couldn't answer him, since you were still recovering your breath.

Although you didn't say a word, you went back to stroking his erection. Gladly, he let you masturbate him over his clothes, torturing him as he had done to you.

"It's your turn to suffer" you said, and he smirked in response.

"This is nothing, I've been suffering since I first saw you in those tight clothes, your tits almost bursting out of that small top of yours. It was hard to hide how hard I was" he answered, gently pulling your hair behind your back so he could delight himself again with the sight of your naked breasts.

You rolled your eyes, giggling. He always had an answer on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that he said he got an erection only by looking at your cleavage made you feel powerful and sexy.

You kept masturbating him over the thick fabric of his pants, watching him twitch out of pleasure. After a few minutes, you removed his leather belt, tossing it on the floor together with the rest of your clothes. Next, he unzipped his pants himselft and lowered it a little, just enough so that you could see the bulge on his boxers. You could see the tip of his cock, since it had scaped the prison of its tight black fabric, which was already wet with his precum.

You licked your lips at the sight of his rigid cock. You wanted to suck it, but you would make him wait, just like he did to you. You stroked it over his underwear, which was way thinner and allowed you to move up and down much more easily. Jake was panting, anticipation taking over both of your bodies.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed your hand and put it inside his underwear, surprising you.

"Couldn't handle it?" you laughed.

"I need to feel you" he murmured, almost out of breath.

So you masturbated him, now inside his underwear. You started off slowly, gently touching the tip of his cock with your thumb. It was wet with eagerness. You then started to move more quickly, but the fabric of his underwear was making the job a little difficult, so you impaciently pulled it down, completely revealing his penis. Now that you could see it completely, you masturbated him even faster.

You looked at his face saw the expression of pure pleasure, small groans escaping from his mouth. You smirked and he smirked back, pleased with how much fun you were having while touching him so intimately. You then looked back at his cock and realized you couldn't take it any longer: you had to suck him off.

When he noticed you were getting down on your knees, his eyes widened up in anticipation. Knowing what was about to happen, he helped you take off his pants and underwear and took off his shoes, tossing it all on the floor. Then, he grabbed all of your hair and held it tightly in the back of your head, not letting any strand of it get in the way of you doing your job, but at the same time being able to mildly control your movements.

You slowly licked his entire shaft from the base to the tip, making him shiver and moan. Next, you placed your lips around its head, gently sliding his whole cock inside your mouth. When it reached your throat you gagged, but you kept going. Starting off with slow movements and then increasing the speed, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes harder, sometimes easier, sometimes just masturbating it while you gathered some air. With one hand you stimulated it, with the other you grabbed his butt. You looked him in the eyes, knowing he was enjoying it. His pleasure facial expression was incredible, only making you want to suck him even more.

You kept going, so eagerly you reached a very high speed, but it didn't last long. He gently pushed your head away from his cock and pulled you up, asking you to stand up.

"If you keep going like that, I won't stand for long, babygirl..." he murmured, catching some air.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away..." you said while wiping your lips with your hand, making him giggle.

"Don't ever apologize for giving me the best head I've ever got."

Jake gave you a deep and sloppy kiss. Next, he is the one who went on his knees.

Jake laid kisses on your chin, neck, the middle of your breasts, your tummy and, after taking off your skirt and your boots and throwing them on the floor, he kissed your groin. Your body shivered in anticipation, nervous with what was about to happen.

Jake lifted one of your legs up and laid it over his shoulder, in a way he could be face-to-face to your entrance.

Before he got started, he looked up deep into your eyes, grinned and held your hip firmly with one of his hands, while the other squeezed the thigh that laid on his shoulder so tightly you had marks of it the day after.

Jake touched his tongue gently on your entrance, spreading your lips allowing his to explore your pussy. His hot and wet tongue in contact with your soaking folds sent shivers through your whole body, and several others followed it when he started to lick your clit.

The sensation was even better than the one he caused you with his fingers. Which was surprising, since he was a guitar player, you always thought he would be better with his hands. Turns out Jake Kiszka was god with incredible with string instruments and even more skilled in pleasing a lady.

He kept licking your clit, now harder. You, who were already having trouble standing on one leg while getting your pussy eaten like that, reached a tripod that stood nearby, dropping the microphone from it. Your other hand grabbed his light brown hair tightly between your fingers, trying to hold up to something and not lose grip from reality. You two were making a mess in the studio but you didn't mind, for he continued to go down on you and you kept moaning as loud as you could.

But it didn't stop there.

Jake slowly inserted his index finger inside you. You felt your walls clench around his finger as he moved it up and down, hitting your g-spot so easily you regretted not doing this earlier. The mix of sensations his tongue on your clit and his finger inside you were causing on you combined drove you insane. At this point, you were moaning so loudly you completely forgot where you two were. Your eyes were closed and all you could say was Jake's name between groans and breaths.

Jake inserted another finger and started to estimulate you really rapidly, as fast as he was sucking on your clit. Your pleasure had become unbearable and your second orgasm hit like a tsunami, wetting even more your folds and Jake's tongue. Although you had shown him he could stop so you two could move on, he didn't want to. He didn't stop, never allowing your orgasm to reach its end and making your legs shake uncontrollably.

When he thought he had enough he started to slow his movements down, for your relief. When he finally stopped, he laid a soft kiss on your wet entrance as a demonstration of affection and stood up, immediately kissing your lips making you taste your own bitter juices.

"You taste so delicious" he whispered between your lips "I can't get enough of it."

You two kissed once more, now more romanticaly and tenderly. When you two finally caught some breath, you looked at each other and smiled, excited with what was about to happen next.

He then grabbed your hair very firmly, bringing goosebumps to your skin. Next, he whispered in your ear:

"Are you sure you want it?" he asked, you thought it was sweet of him to ask for verbal consent.

"Yeah" you answered, embarassingly anxious.

"Then ask for it."

As he said it, he turned you over, making you face and lean against the wall, your back completely exposed to him. He still had his hand holding your hair very tightly. You moan at his dominance.

He bent you over in a way your ass was tilted up for him. He enjoyed the sight of it, caressing and squeezing it really hard. Next, he rubbed his hard cock over your entrance. You arched your back even more, feeling exposed like that felt hot and thrilling. The sensation of his entire lenght rubbing against your wet folds was torturous.

"Ask for it" he repeated impaciently.

"F-fuck me" you stuttered, nervously enjoying him telling you what to do.

"I can't hear you" he rubbed his cock against you even harder.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" you shouted, feeling obligated to put all shame aside to please that wonderful bossy man.

"Good" he said in a husky voice, seeming pleased.

Jake finally put the tip of his cock inside you, slowly so your walls could adjust to his size. It wasn't necessary to wait for too long, since you were so horny and ready that he slipped right in. When his entire lenght slid inside you, you felt chills run from your neck to your back. Finally feeling Jake inside you was incredible.

Jake started to fuck you, increasing the speed bit by bit. You impaciently start to move your hips in his direction, showing him he could go faster.

"Oh, you want more, you slut?" he asked, squeezing and then slapping your ass, what would leave a red mark on the next day.

"Yeah..." you moan.

Jake then did as you asked, increasing the speed. You were now fucking really hard, his cock moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pressure of his shaft hitting deep into you gave you so much pleasure your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, and your moans had become screams.

Jake slapped your ass again. The pain was intense but extremely hot. He, looking for more pleasure, pulled your hair back even more while his other hand reached one of your breasts, which shook due to the harsh movements you were making. Jake's groans were low, but vibrant and rough. He moaned your name while gasping for air.

"Your pussy feels so tight, so good."

Then, for your surprise, he got out of you. You turned over to him to see what was going on, but he pulled you to the floor before you could say anything. He lied on the floor and placed you on top of him, then putting his arms under his head and laying down, enjoying the view of your completely naked body on top of his.

"Ride me" he commanded, and you obeyed without question.

You began to ride him, getting used to the position before doing it faster. As soon as you managed to find balance, you started to ride him really quickly. That position hit different a different spot inside you, and you could see by Jake's expression that it hit different for him too.

You were fucking him so hard Jake was cursing between his breaths. He put one of his hands on your butt to guide the movements as he wanted to and the other hand on your right breast, holding it and squeezing it. You two kept that position for a while, looking deep in each other's eyes, chills running through your spines.

Jake wanted to change positions again, laying you under him. For the first time you could feel how harsh the carpet felt under your soft skin, only then remembering the place the two of you were. But that didn't matter. Jake leaned on his knees and pulled one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder and going back to fuck you again.

That position was taking you to heaven, what seemed impossible. To make it even better, Jake began to estimulate your clit with his thumb while he slid his cock in and out of you. At that moment, any drop of sanity that you still had disappeared.

"Yes!" you moaned, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck!" he hissed, sweat running down his beautiful face.

He kept fucking you in that position, which didn't take long to make you come for the third time in a row. Your orgasm made you scream and moan his name for the millionth time that afternoon, and that was driving him insane.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, increasing the speed with which he fucked you, not allowing your orgasm to end. The noise your hips crashing against each other was so loud it filled the room.

Jake reached his limit, letting his fluids fill you up inside. You, still experiencing your multiple orgasms, enjoyed the sensation the hot liquid mixed with the bliss caused you. The two of you began to slow the pace, until you fully stopped. Jake laid over you, without pulling out. You two were dripping in sweat, his hair all messy and glued to his forehead.

The both of you stood there for a while, catching your breath. He caressed your hair and you stroked his back. When you could finally breathe again, Jake looked you in the eye and you both giggled in complicity.

Jake pulled out and lied next to you on the carpet while holding your hand.

"This was..." he said.

"Wow..." you said.

You two laughed for having spoken at the same time. You two stood there for a long time, staring each other in the eyes. His dark brown eyes sparkled with joy and both of you were enjoying the serotonin the intimate moment you two had just shared produced, cuddling.

"I think I'm falling for you" Jake said, breaking the silence.

You couldn't hide your surprise in hearing that declaration, but you gave him a big smile in response.

"Me too" you said, unable to contain the huge smile on your face.

"Phew!" he said, laughing "This means we will be able to do this more often."

"Obviously. But can we do it in a more comfortable place next time? This carpet is so rough!"

"You didn't like the studio? But we can make as much noise as we want in here!" he said, comically offended by your preference of having sex somewhere else.

"It has its advantages, yes, but I bet it can't be better than Egyptian silk sheets on a king-sized bed" you said, convinced you knew better than him.

"Okay, you've got a point. But I can't promise I'll be able to provide the Egyptian silk sheets and a king-sized bed by tonight."

You hit his arm and laughed, glad for having found such an amazing partner.

#jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf #gvf imagine #jake gvf #jake imagines #smut #one shot

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years ago

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(TFATWS) Bucky x Reader: Protective- Part 1

(Author’s Note: I watched TFATWS and loved it. So here we are).

The tension had finally fizzled out an hour or so into the trip- at least for a little while.

Your consulting criminal, Zemo, made himself comfortable as soon as he set foot on the jet. He was leaning back in his seat across from you, looking very pleased as he read a book and took an occasional sip from his champagne glass. His contented demeanor had visibly affected both of your friends, Sam and Bucky, causing their irritation with him to skyrocket earlier. But after some of the confrontations concerning Bucky’s inherited notebook from Steve, Sam’s music, and Zemo’s observations of you, things had finally calmed down.

He was a crafty one. He knew how to push buttons, knew exactly what to say to trigger each individual’s weak points. Things had begun to escalate especially when Zemo turned his attention to you. His piercing gaze had you frozen in place as he made inquiries. While he didn’t ask anything outwardly uncomfortable, the probing questions about your life were starting to make you uneasy.

The other two males didn’t take too kindly to Zemo’s attempts at conversation with you. Bucky stared out the window with his jaw clenched. At one point, Sam let out an exasperated sigh, causing the criminal to halt mid-sentence. He leaned over to raise his brow at you diagonally across the aisle of the jet. “_________, is he bothering you?”

You didn’t have to speak: the look on your face said it all, and Sam shifted in his seat again to look over at Zemo. “Alright, that’s enough.” His tone was firm and leaving no room to question.

Directly across the aisle from you to your right, Bucky’s shoulders relaxed when Zemo followed Sam’s command. The jet had fallen silent except for the muffled whirring sounds of its mechanics.

You pretended to skim through a magazine that you’d found laying on a tray. With one hour down and twelve more to go on the flight, you felt the need to unwind a bit. Everything had happened so fast from the moment you agreed to go with your friends to Berlin to see Zemo. After Thanos’ horrible plan came to an end, things heated up when John Walker went public as “the new Captain America.” He’d even offered you a place working with him since you were part of Team Cap back in the day. You declined, of course, and found yourself even more determined to help Sam and Bucky.

You were happy for Steve. You were. It was still hard to have him gone. For years, ever since the Avengers broke apart over the Sokovia Accords and Bucky’s framing, you’d followed Steve. Even before then, when it was discovered that Hydra had been infiltrating SHIELD, you’d left the broken agency to join him as he continued his fight against threats to the world

You hadn’t imagined that you and the others would be left to keep fighting without him.

“You in the market for a new grill?”

You were drawn from your deep thought to a set of dark blue eyes that looked from you to the magazine page that you hadn’t turned in at least ten minutes. You chuckled and closed the magazine, playing along. “Yes, I figured with all this extra time, I’d do a little shopping.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched up in a brief show of amusement. You rose from the seat to go to his side, kneeling down beside his chair.

“Why does he even have this?” You lowered your voice as you glanced at the eccentric baron, setting the magazine back down onto the tray. “You’d think there would be more European fashion magazines or something.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered to the man in question before leaning in to speak in an equally quiet tone. “I have to admit. We lucked out with him. Not only does he have a lead, but he’s got private transportation so we can stay under the radar.”

“I think we made the the right choice going to him,” you replied.

“We can only hope,” he muttered. “Seriously though, what were you thinking about when you zoned out?”

“Oh.” You averted your gaze, playing with the hem of your jacket. You didn’t want to delve into your train of thought. It was plain as day that Bucky and Sam were both dealing with Steve’s departure in their own ways, and you didn’t want to add to it or open up any healing wounds. So, you settled on being vague. “Just...everything.”

He seemed to know what you meant anyway. The silence that followed made guilt gnaw in your chest, but before you could say anything, Bucky spoke.

“Hey,” he nudged you with his shoulder, making you meet his gaze again. His eyes had softened significantly and forehead smoothed in absence of the lines caused by furrowed brows. It was a nice change from the scowl he had since the mission started. “Sorry we dragged you into this.”

You dismissed the apology with a casual wave of your hand. “You guys didn’t drag me into anything. I was along for the ride from the beginning.”

A comfortable silence fell between you then. He returned to gazing out the window while you stood up and headed back to your seat, sinking into it and letting your head tip forward. You figured that a cat nap was in order since you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. All that business with an internationally-known criminal breaking out of prison had you on edge. With nothing but the sounds of occasional page-turning from Zemo’s book and Sam tapping his foot lightly to the beat of music he listened to on his phone with earbuds, sweet sleep claimed you in no time.

You were pulled from your dreamless slumber by voices, but your body wasn’t ready to respond just yet. The first thing you noticed was that you were leaning against something on your right side, your face resting on a soft material that held the scent of leather and cologne. Bucky’s scent. It must’ve been his jacket balled up to serve as a pillow. In fact, it was his voice rumbling closest to you.

“Stop looking at her like that.”

“Apologies, James, but I don’t know what you mean.” Zemo’s accented voice was quieter, but there was a sprinkle of amusement in his tone.

“You’re doing it right now.”

“Bucky, come on,” Sam interjected. “We managed to make it a few hours without killing the guy. Don’t let him get to you now.”

Zemo’s tone took on a new intensity, as if he was gripped by fascination. “You seem very protective of __________. The way you move around her is intriguing, as if prepared to defend her at a moment’s notice.”

“Don’t engage,” Sam warned in a low voice.

By now, you were almost fully awake. Despite the potentially awkward situation that Zemo was creating with the analysis of your friend, you figured it would be best to intervene. You shifted, blinking your eyes open.

“What’s going on?” you muttered, voice still a little rough from sleep. “It better be good because I haven’t slept that well in a while.” You lifted your head from Bucky’s jacket, eyes darting up to see him staring out the window again. “Sorry,” you muttered, brushing a bit of drool from his jacket before handing it back to him. He stole a glance in your direction again, not seeming to mind.

“No big deal. You needed the sleep.”

Bucky didn’t say another word, so you turned to Sam for answers. He shrugged with the shake of his head. “Zemo’s being... well, Zemo.”

You nodded in understanding, as if that simple phrase was all the explanation you needed. Zemo caught your gaze, the corners of his lips turning up a smile.

“As I mentioned before, we will have to go undercover to meet with Selby in Madripoor. I was merely thinking of disguises for you and Sam.”

He seemed like was telling the truth, but you didn’t doubt that he relished the added bonus of getting under Bucky’s skin in the process. While Bucky had been protective of you and those who chose to put themselves on the line to prove his innocence when it came to the UN bombing, you hadn’t expected him to be quite that defensive in this situation. As flattering as it was in some ways, it made you worry. Zemo knew what buttons to push. Would he eventually push a button to make things go his way? To forward some plan of his?

You got up to stretch and use the refresher. You took your time since there were still several hours left in the flight. Zemo had informed the group that upon landing, there would be limited window to get into costume and go over your characters before heading to Selby’s club.

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“Only an American would assume that a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp,” Zemo complained. You stole a glance at your friend who gave his outfit another displeased look. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” He handed his phone over so Sam could get a look at his character’s picture.

“He even has a bad nickname. He does look like me, though.”

“And who am I supposed to be?” you asked, pulling the jacket over your form tighter. You wore a dark blue dress that went to your knees. The material was soft and had a subtle glimmer in the light, and the outfit was complete with a pair of black heels that clacked on the pavement with each step, a shiny silver bracelet, and the black jacket that you were glad to have in the chilly air. The group was walking to the halfway point of the bridge to be picked up.

“You will be my date,” Zemo replied casually.

You gave him an incredulous look. “Really? I’m just the date?”

He released a sigh before launching into explanation. “You don’t exactly resemble any crime bosses. Besides, it’s not uncommon for dates to come and go in this town. No one will be asking who you are. No one will expect what’s coming to them if we need to fight. You may have the greatest advantage out of all of us.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point.

“Just remember to remain at my side at all times,” Zemo continued. “Make it look convincing that we are together.”

You refused to meet his amused look. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

A black car idled just ahead, and Zemo once more reiterated how important it was to stay in character. He told the group about High Town and Low Town, though you were a little distracted by the city lights reflecting off the water.

You squeezed into the backseat between Bucky and Sam. The ride was tense with only the sound of your breaths in the small space. Bucky stared straight ahead through the windshield even as motorcycles surrounded the car and escorted it the rest of the way. The car dropped you all off near the club, and Zemo held out his hand to help you out of the vehicle. He put an arm around your waist at a respectful level, but Bucky took one look and halted.

“Okay, this isn’t going to work,” Bucky snapped. Everyone’s eyes were on him.

Sincerity was written all over Zemo’s features as he responded. “I assure you, it will.” Suddenly, his eyes flickered with realization, though you glanced between the two men in confusion. “I know you don’t trust me, James, and I understand your discomfort. However, you are playing the part of the Winter Soldier. It is best if she remains inconspicuous as my date.”

“Wait, that’s what this is about?” Sam asked in disbelief. “Who ________ pretends to date?” Your eyes fell to the pavement. The situation was already unpleasant. The last thing you wanted was to bring confusing feelings into the mix while in the middle of an important mission.

Bucky began to protest. “No, I-”

“Relax,” Sam said, holding up his hands to show he meant no offense. “________, you can stay by me. Smiling Tiger can have a date, right?” He looked to Zemo for confirmation.

“Excellent idea.” He nodded in approval. “Just remember to stay in character. All of you.”

(Link to Part 2)

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years ago

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 5

A/N: it's formal ball time :) where nothing will go wrong :) (also this morning i saw a tweet from scott smajor casually mentioning he looked at the empires smp tag on tumblr AND mentioning something about liking the "art and stories." so i've been dealing with the mortifying possibility of being known all morning, hope y'all are having a good day/night/whenever aksfdgkl)

Warnings: kissing, explosions, betrayal, violence, swordfights, mild disassociation

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The night of the House Blossom Ball had arrived. Jimmy had to admit, getting Lizzie’s help with an outfit was a good idea. He wore a black suit with intricate, swirling bronze details that shimmered when the light hit them. He had a dark green bowtie as a nod to his empire, and he had indeed ditched the cod head. Instead, he wore a bronze colored masquerade mask that looked like two cod fish curling around his eyes, their fins spreading out and covering his forehead. It felt weird to have his hair exposed, but Lizzie helped him make sure it was presentable. Speaking of Lizzie, she was wearing a dress with the typical navy blue color of the Ocean Empire, but it had an ombre shift into the magenta of Mezalea at the end of the skirt. Joel wore his typical Mezalean garb, but with a navy blue sash instead of a green one. They walked into the ballroom as quite the dazzling trio- and then Jimmy’s heart just about stopped at the sight of Scott.

He was chatting with Pixl and one of the new rulers, a man with colorful wings like a parrot’s. But Jimmy was too busy staring at Scott to really pay attention to Pix and the other ruler, because Scott was wearing a ballgown. The main body of it was long sleeved and form fitting, made of white lace with shimmers of gold worked in, and was backless to allow room for his wings. Then there was a light blue overskirt to go with it, making the dress look like a full ballgown. Gold jewelry adorned him as well- on his wrists, around his neck, and hanging from his ears.

“Close your mouth, Jimmy,” Joel murmured with a teasing lilt. Jimmy snapped his mouth shut, looking down at the ground and extremely relieved that his masquerade mask covered the blush on his cheeks.

“How about we go and mingle with the other guests, I think Jimmy needs a minute to compose himself,” Lizzie teased. Jimmy nodded, too flustered to even protest. The three of them walked over to Katherine, who was chatting with Gem, Pearl, and a gnome girl in a dress that reminded Jimmy of a mushroom, with its red poofy top and white floor length skirt. The girl jumped a bit at the sight of Jimmy and Lizzie, but quickly composed herself.

“Hello! I am Shrub of the Undergrove. You may call me Shelby if you like though,” she said, seeming a little skittish as she spoke. Lizzie smiled gently, giving a curtsy. Joel and Jimmy quickly followed her lead, bowing at Shelby.

“Ocean’s blessings. I am Queen Lizzie, of the Ocean Empire. This is my husband, King Joel of Mezalea. And this is my dear friend, the Codfather of the Cod Empire,” Lizzie said, gesturing to each of them in turn.

“You can call me Jimmy though, if you want,” he added with a smile. Shelby jumped a bit when he spoke, but nodded and gave a hasty curtsy. Joel looked at her with gentle concern.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. Shelby nodded, a bit too hastily.

“Yes! Just not uh. Not super used to this many people,” she said with a nervous laugh, eyeing Lizzie and Jimmy warily. Joel frowned a bit at the way she was looking at them, but didn’t say anything.

“Jimmy, you aren’t making an enemy of our new friend already, are you?” Fwhip’s voice asked from somewhere behind them. Jimmy whirled around to glare at Fwhip, and of course Sausage was at his side.

“I’m just saying hello, Fwhip. Surely that’s allowed,” Jimmy huffed.

“Sure, that’s how it always starts though- next thing you know he’s stealing your things,” Sausage chimed in. Shelby looked rather alarmed, and Jimmy let out a frustrated sigh.

“For the millionth time, you had said that I could-”

“Oh listen, the music’s starting! Let’s dance!” Katherine interrupted him, and the whole ballroom seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief as people found their dance partners. Jimmy fully intended to step to the side and watch as the others danced, but then he met the mischievous glint in Lizzie’s eyes.

“Joel, is it alright if I go dance with Scott? I simply must compliment his dress,” Lizzie said airily. Joel smiled, just as wickedly as the glint in his wife’s eyes.

“As long as you don’t mind if I dance with the Codfather for a bit,” Joel replied.

“Of course!” Lizzie chirped, before heading off towards Scott. Jimmy squinted at Joel suspiciously as he led him to the dance floor. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had danced together, Joel had insisted that Jimmy practice with him before his wedding day. But it had frankly been a while, and he didn’t like the look he and Lizzie had exchanged before she went to dance with Scott.

“What are you up to?” Jimmy asked as he rested his hand on the small of Joel’s back, and Joel rested his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. Their other hands were clasped together, and the two of them began gently swaying.

“Oh, nothing,” Joel replied, and that was all Jimmy could get out of him as they danced. They slowly made their way across the ballroom floor, and soon they were close to where Lizzie and Scott were dancing. And gosh were they a sight, all swirling skirts and elegance. Jimmy could tell Joel was just as distracted by Lizzie as Jimmy was by Scott. Then Lizzie noticed them staring, and she and Scott twirled closer.

“Jimmy! Let’s trade partners, I’d like to dance with my husband now!” Lizzie chimed, and before Jimmy could process what exactly that meant, he was spun into Scott’s arms. They were almost as close as they had been the day they fought- and there were those butterflies again. He didn’t know what to do with his hands- there was the issue of Scott’s wings and the fact that his dress exposed a lot of the skin on his back. But there wouldn’t be a point to worrying about that, Scott would surely push him away- but then Scott chuckled and took Jimmy’s hands in his, guiding them to where they should be.

“Here,” he said softly, placing one of Jimmy’s hands on his shoulder while his fingers laced with the other, then moved his free hand to rest on Jimmy’s back and pull him impossibly closer. Jimmy swallowed nervously, glancing over at Lizzie and Joel (who nodded encouragingly) before looking back to Scott.

“You look gorgeous,” Jimmy blurted as the two of them began to sway. Jimmy internally cursed himself for saying the first thing that popped into his head- but then Scott’s face flushed and it suddenly all felt worth it.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself,” he teased. Jimmy laughed.

“Lizzie helped,” he admitted. Scott laughed as well, the sound all sunshine and glittering gold.

“Should’ve known,” he replied, seeming distracted for a moment. Jimmy wanted to ask what was wrong, but Scott plastered on a smile and gently spun the two of them. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile along, heart soaring.

They continued dancing until the song ended, and then Scott was just… gone. He had twirled Jimmy and when he had finally managed to stop spinning and catch his balance, laughing and about to make a teasing remark about Scott making him dizzy- he realized he had vanished into the crowd. It felt like Scott had taken a bit of Jimmy’s heart with him. Jimmy looked around for him, and met Katherine’s concerned gaze instead. She gave a comforting smile as she walked over to Jimmy.

“I saw Scott go upstairs, I think he just needed some fresh air after dancing. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company,” she said with a wink, nudging Jimmy towards the stairs. He chuckled, thanking Katherine before heading up the stairs. She was right, there was no need to be worried! Jimmy just kinda wished Scott would have said something.

Jimmy’s breath was once again taken away when he saw Scott standing on the balcony. If Jimmy thought he was beautiful in the sunlight, he was even more stunning in the moonlight. The white of his wings practically glowed, and while the gold didn’t shimmer quite as bright as it did in the sun, it still sent Jimmy’s heart fluttering all the same. The only thing that ruined the image was how… distressed Scott looked. His hands were fiddling with the gold bracelets he wore, and his mouth was fixed in a frown. Maybe he needed some space, clearly something about the dance upset him- he probably hadn’t really wanted to dance with Jimmy, and just played along cause everyone was watching. Jimmy should definitely apologize before giving him some space.

“Scott? I promise I’ll leave you alone after this, but I just wanted to apologize,” Jimmy said, trying not to let his heartbreak show. Scott jumped in surprise, turning to look at Jimmy.

“Apologize? For what?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

“The dance. Joel and Lizzie schemed against my will, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Jimmy explained, guilt welling up in his stomach. To his surprise, Scott gave a soft laugh.

“You don’t need to apologize for that. I… I liked dancing with you,” he confessed. Jimmy’s heart was sent fluttering once more, and he stepped closer to Scott with a grin.

“Oh! Good, I was just worried because you left and you looked upset when I came up here,” Jimmy said, deflating only a little bit when Scott only smiled and nodded in response before gazing out over the lands of the Overgrown. There was awkward silence for a moment or two, until Scott suddenly moved closer to Jimmy, almost as close as they had been when they were dancing. Butterflies sparked in Jimmy’s stomach at the little distance between them.

“I need to tell you something,” Scott blurted. He looked nervous, almost like he had been when Jimmy first had come up to the balcony.

“Of course, what is it?” Jimmy asked soothingly. Scott looked him in the eyes, mouth opening and closing uselessly- until he broke eye contact for a brief moment before locking eyes with him again, something desperate in his gaze. Then suddenly Scott’s hands were gently cradling his face and there were lips on his. Scott’s lips. Scott was kissing him. Jimmy gasped in surprise against his mouth before quickly sinking into the kiss and running his hands through Scott’s stupid perfect hair. Scott’s hands drifted down from his face to his waist, pulling him in closer as his wings wrapped around them both, shielding them from the outside world so it was only Scott and Jimmy. Then Scott tilted his head and the kiss went from pleasantly warm to blazing, sending sparks racing up Jimmy’s spine. It left him dizzyingly breathless, like Scott had spun him a thousand times on the dance floor, and Jimmy never wanted it to end-

And then a thundering BOOM rattled the castle, breaking them apart. Scott clung to Jimmy, arms tightening around his waist as his breath hitched in fear, and Jimmy held him back just as tightly. There was something unreadable in Scott’s expression alongside the fear, but Jimmy didn’t have time to decipher it before another BOOM shook the castle. Jimmy was about to ask what was going on, but the sound of someone landing on the roof behind him and the voice that went with it stopped him cold.

“Well what do we have here?” Fwhip crooned, and Scott practically snarled as he shifted his hold on Jimmy so that one arm was curled protectively around his waist, his wing shielding him as well, as he drew a sword from somewhere within his skirts and pointed it at Fwhip. Dimly, Jimmy remembered that there weren’t supposed to be weapons at the ball, Katherine had made a rule.

“Leave before I make you,” Scott growled, the sound of his voice sending liquid fire through Jimmy’s veins. Fwhip gave an incredulous scoff, shaking his head.

“Playing the part a little too well, are we?” he sneered, and just like that the fire in his veins went cold, and he realized what that strange look on Scott’s face had been before. Guilt. Scott’s grip on him suddenly felt suffocating, more like he was holding Jimmy hostage rather than protecting him.

“Let go of me,” Jimmy demanded, voice hollow. Scott’s grip only tightened on him, and Jimmy’s heart rate spiked in fear.

“Don’t listen to Fwhip, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Scott said shakily. Fwhip let out a cruel laugh.

“Oh come on Scott, you’re the one who helped make this possible,” he jeered, and the castle shook with another explosion. Jimmy’s stomach dropped. Scott was in league with Fwhip. Scott had plotted against him, and lulled Jimmy into a false sense of security with dazzling smiles and soft lips.

“Jimmy-” Scott started, but was cut off by the sound of people bounding up the stairs and shouting. Jimmy’s head whipped over to see Katherine, Lizzie, and Joel coming up to the balcony.

“Fwhip! How could you do this!” Katherine demanded, tears streaming down her face. Fwhip merely laughed.

“I told you the ball would be a blast, Katherine,” he sneered. Anger boiled in Jimmy’s stomach at Fwhip’s tone towards Katherine, and he squirmed against Scott’s hold.

“Jimmy,” Scott warned, voice low. Joel mistook the tone of Scott’s voice, and leveled his sword at him- somehow Jimmy missed that he was holding it, he must have grabbed it from the chests at the front of the castle.

“Release the Codfather. Now. I won’t let you destroy this castle and take an ally hostage,” Joel growled.

“Joel, stay out of this. You don’t understand what’s happening,” Scott said, voice calm and even. Joel let out a harsh laugh, tightening his grip on his sword.

“I understand plenty,” he snarled, leaping at Scott. Scott was forced to toss Jimmy to the side to block the incoming strike, and Jimmy watched them fight with some sort of dazed confusion as he fell to the ground. Everything felt cold and hollow, and Jimmy didn’t really feel connected to his body as Lizzie scrambled to his side, helping him up and murmuring words of comfort.

“C’mon Jimmy, we’ve gotta get out of here,” she said, voice soft but no less urgent as she gently squeezed Jimmy’s hand. He met Scott’s eyes briefly as he was holding off Joel, and that was decision enough for Jimmy. He squeezed Lizzie’s hand back, and ran with her.

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The Encounter

Chapter One of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

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Summary: Dave picks up Reader at a bar for some fun while reader is celebrating her new job. Little do they know they’re going to be seeing each other again very very soon.

Warnings: *SMUT*, hair pulling, cum play, choking, spanking, blowjob, language, cheating/infidelity, very heavy daddy kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), probably missed a couple others

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Dave spied you from across the bar. His eyes following the curve of your breasts down the length of your body, greedily eying your voluptuous ass, as he felt a stirring in his pants. It had been a long and brutal day at work for him, and he wasn’t in the mood to go home and see Carol just yet. They’d been having some problems as of late, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick around anymore, but the thought of leaving his two girls made him rethink things. So he stayed. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime, right?

You wore a short red dress that showed ample cleavage, but not to the point that your breasts spilled out. You’d accessorized it with a simple gold set of earrings and bracelet, coupled with a long necklace that fell in front of your breasts and some adorable black pumps. He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

You were out with your friends, celebrating your new job as a nanny, and didn’t have a care in the world when your friend Melody pointed out an attractive man sitting at the bar hungrily eyeing you. You turned your head and felt your heart stop. Gazing back at you was a pair of intense brown eyes that seemed to look into the depths of your soul. You clenched your legs a little and gave him a small smile, just enough to tease him, but nothing more. You licked your lips, going back to the conversation at hand about the perks of the new job, all the while keeping an eye on the mysterious hottie out of the corner of your eye.

“Let’s dance, girls!” giggled your friend, Melody, while she grabbed your hand and began to sway her hips to the beat of the song. You laughed and shook your head at how drunk she was getting, but you weren’t going to be far behind her if you kept going. Looking this cute had some perks after all.

You glanced at the bar, at the mystery man, and were delighted to see he was still staring at you. You decided to give him a little incentive to come over and maybe have a little party of your own. You were in the mood for a bit of chase tonight.

Grabbing Melody’s hand, you started to sway your hips in time to hers but then decided to turn around and start grinding against her. You were soon joined by your two other friends, Ana and Scarlet, hearing whoops and whistles sent your way. You all started to seductively dance, dipping low to the ground and then slowly coming back up, asses popped out. Ana grabbed Melody’s hips while Scarlet grabbed yours, and you felt Scarlet kiss your neck.

“Hey, I think that guy at the bar is about to come over, but he might need a little push,” she whispered in your ear.

You giggled and nodded, an idea popping into your head. You grabbed Scarlet’s hand and slowly brought it upwards, resting them below your breasts, as she began to pepper light kisses on your neck.

“I think it’s working,” you said, as Dave got up from the bar and made his way to you. You closed your eyes and waited for his next move, hoping you would not be disappointed.

“Mind if I cut in?” you a voice spoke behind you. With your eyes still closed, you felt a shift, and then a much warmer body press up against you, pulling you close. You stretched your arms up and slung them around the body’s neck, grinding against him, feeling the telltale signs of a hard-on forming.

“Hope you don’t mind, princess, but I just couldn’t help myself when I saw you dancing,” a gruff voice whispered in your ear. You giggled and shook your head. You had him right where you wanted him.

“Not at all, though I usually wait until I’ve been bought a drink first,” came your snarky reply. He pressed himself against you even more at that, rubbing himself against you.

“That can be arranged, though I’m sure I can give you a better drink than one from this bar,” he huskily stated. You smirked at his words.

“Maybe, but I’m quite a big fan of this bar and its drinks, so you’d have to really impress me.” You felt his hands on your hips give a little squeeze, the air becoming thick with sexual tension.

“I guess I’ll just have to do my best.”

Dave wasn’t sure what he wanted more, the chase or the reward at the end. Since seeing you and your friend’s affectionate display, he knew he needed to have you; he was just torn between drawing it out or going in for the kill right away. A man of his conviction had some self-control after all, but he felt it slip the more he thought about what he wanted to do to you and where.

In the bathroom of the bar.

The back of his SUV.

Even in his own bed.

Oh, now that was a fantasy he would love to indulge but knew it wasn’t the smartest, considering he was married, but the ring hidden in his pocket was long forgotten at this point.

He tilted his head down, sniffing your neck, and became intoxicated by the mix of your perfume and the subtle smell of your body. His hands gave you another squeeze.

“How about I get you that drink, and we can compare which one you like better?”

You nodded and broke away from his embrace.

“Only if you promise to let me get a really good sample of yours to compare,” you flirted, the double innuendo behind your words reaching his ears. He inwardly groaned.

Fuck, I want her.

You both approached the bar, and you ordered a shot of whiskey.

“Whiskey, eh? A woman after my own heart,” he said, watching you down the shot in one gulp. A little missed your mouth and dribbled down your chin, and he reached out with his thumb to wipe the droplet away, bringing it to his lips.

You watched, enamored with his man’s charisma, and felt the wetness between your thighs increase when his thumb dipped into his mouth.

Fuck, I want him.

So bad.

“It was the first drop of alcohol I ever tasted, and I must say, it’s my absolute favorite,” you stated as you held your gaze and arched your eyebrow at him.

“Why don’t you show me what kind of drink you’re offering me, you’ve got quite a bit to live up to now,” came your challenge. Dave smirked, loving this little game the two of you were playing.

“You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure,” came his reply.

He took your hand and led you to the restrooms. Giggling, you pushed him in, wasting no time, catching his lips with yours as you pushed him against the wall. You felt his hands on the curve of your ass and moaned, loving the feel of his large hands on your body. Your tongues battled for dominance as you snaked your way down his torso and began to undo his belt. He felt himself grow harder, the thoughts of having your lips around his cock becoming almost unbearable. Once you had his belt undone, you slipped the zipper down and dipped your hands into the waistband of his pants as a groan escaped his lips.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good,” he said. You smirked and began to stroke his length. Not wanting to have you be the only one having some fun, he quickly pulled the straps of your dress down, kissing his way down your neck, his hand cupping your right breast. You moaned, rolling your head to the side, granting him more access. Dave lowered his mouth and took your left nipple into his mouth, his left hand pinching and squeezing your right one. You arched your back, pushing them deeper into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair.

“Oh fuck, that feels so amazing; keep doing that,” you moaned out. Dave smirked into your breast and switched sides, his right hand making its way up your thigh to cup you through your underwear.

“Shit, baby, you’re soaked,” he groaned out, pushing your panties to the side, and slipped a finger in with ease. You threw your head back, moaning at the action.

“All for you, Daddy. Fuck me with your fingers.” Dave felt himself grow harder hearing you call him Daddy.

Fuck, she is perfect.

He added a second finger into your soaked cunt, then a third, groaning as he felt how tightly you gripped his fingers.

“Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck this tight little cunt with my fingers? What about my cock, baby? Would you like that? Taking my fat cock into this tight pussy and squeezing it?” He said, pumping his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Mmmm, yes, please, Daddy. Use my pussy,” you whined out, feeling yourself grow wetter, and he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“How about you cum on my fingers, and then I give you that drink you want so badly?” Dave asked as he picked up the pace. Remembering that you had his cock in your hand, you began to stroke him in time with his fingers as they slipped into your cunt.

“Ahhhhh fuck. Yes yes yes. Anything, Daddy. Please just let me cum, don’t tease,” you begged.

“Because you asked so nicely, baby girl,” Dave said, speeding up his movements. He felt your walls clench his fingers, his thumb still rubbing your clit, and set a brutal pace. He gazed down at your hand that stroked his cock, then to his fingers as they disappeared into your heat, eyeing the wetness coating his fingers every time he withdrew them. He smirked and bit down on your neck, your walls clenching so tight around his fingers that he thought they might break.

You didn’t want to admit it, but his bite sent you over the edge, and you felt yourself cum. Hard. You pushed your face into his chest to muffle your orgasm, releasing his cock and clung onto his arm and chest, trying to stay upright.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Daddy,” you whimpered out, the feeling of his fingers becoming too much as your orgasm rocked through your body.

Dave looked down at you, clutched onto him, and tilted your face up, looking into your lust-blown eyes.

“You ready for that drink, baby girl?” He asked as he dipped down to kiss you. You nodded into the kiss and broke away, getting on your knees. Taking his cock out of his pants, your eyes widened at how large he was.

How the fuck am I supposed to suck this?!

Dave caught your wide-eyed look and laughed.

“Take it inch by inch, baby; I know you can get it all. Don’t be afraid. Be a good girl, and Daddy will reward you with my cock in your cunt,” he told you while you started stroking him again.

Not one to turn down a challenge, you looked up at him, locking eyes, and stuck your tongue out, licking the underside of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out at the action, anticipation building for what was to come. Literally.

You smirked, repeating the action, and without warning, engulfed the head into your mouth with a suck. Dave brought his hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair, trying hard not just to take what he wanted and fuck your face. You bobbed your head up and down, your right hand stroking what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your left hand holding his thigh, keeping you steady. You started to increase your pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, while bobbing up and down on it. Your confidence grew, and you began to take his cock deeper and deeper until you finally had him all the way in. Dave watched you slowly take his cock until your nose touched the short curls at the base.

“Oh god, baby. Yes, just like that. You like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth like the little slut you are?” Dave managed to groan out, feeling your throat constrict around him, your gag reflex starting to engage. You took your left thumb and made a fist, squeezing it to relax your gag reflex. You took a breath through your nose, moving your tongue under the head of his cock. It took everything in Dave not to cum at the feel of your tongue, even more so when he felt you start to move. You surprised Dave when you reached for his hand, placing it on the back of your head, and gave him a little wink.

“You want Daddy to face fuck you, baby? Is that what you want?” Dave challenged. His cock grew harder in your mouth with that thought. You merely gave a slight nod, and that was all Dave needed before he took control. Grabbing your hair, he proceeded to fuck your mouth hard. In and out. In and out. In and out. He was impressed with your resilience, how you didn’t gag or tell him to stop his brutal pace, but he did see a few tears prickle the corner of your eyes. This spurred him on, and he picked up the pace, growing a little sloppy, his release looming.

You felt his balls tighten, signaling his imminent orgasm, and you decided to cup and massage his balls. That was too much for Dave, and he exploded in your mouth, movements stilling as his cock pulsed. He watched as some of the cum leaked out the sides and dripped down your chin, falling on your exposed breasts.

Holy fucking shit, that was amazing.

Too bad I can’t keep her around.

He watched as you slipped his cock out of your mouth, smiling up at him. You giggled and opened your mouth, showing him the white substance on your tongue.

“Ughh fuck baby girl, you’re so good. Swallow that for me. Let me see how much you like it,” he commanded, already feeling himself get hard again at the sight of you on your knees, cum all over your face and tits. You closed your mouth, making a show of swallowing his cum, and moved to scoop up the rest on your tits, bringing it to your mouth.

“Yummy,” you giggled with a wink. “I do believe this is now my new favorite drink.”

Dave watched you stick your tongue out, licking the remnants of his juices around your mouth, and what your tongue missed, your fingers caught. You stood up and felt Dave’s cock pressing into your stomach.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” You asked sweetly, kissing his neck and sliding your panties down your legs. “Can I have that cock now? Pretty please?”

Dave couldn’t say no to that, not after you gave him a mind-shattering blowjob AND swallowed. Something Carol had never done. Dave made up his mind. Before he left tonight and never saw you again, he’d give you both want you wanted. Dave smirked and grabbed your hips.

“Turn around and put your hands on the mirror, princess,” he said into your ear, switching positions with you, so you were against the sink. Bringing his hands to the bottom of your dress, he pushed your skirt up, seeing your round ass and dripping pussy. Ready and waiting for him. He brought his hand down onto your ass with a resounding SLAP, and you moaned, liking the sting of his hand on your skin. He repeated the action two more times before his lined cock up to the entrance of your pussy, and quickly pushed in, filling you up with one smooth motion.

“OH FUCK,” you exclaimed, not ready for the stretch of his cock. You felt full, and your walls clenched around him. He gave you a second to adjust, watching through the mirror. He smirked, pulling you to him, your back now pressed against his chest, as his hand moved to your throat.

“You like that, baby? You like feeling Daddy’s cock splitting you in two?” He huskily breathed into your ear. All you could do was nod and bite your lip. You needed him to move, pound you into oblivion. As if reading your thoughts, Dave began a ruthless pace, squeezing the sides of your neck as he hammered into you. In and out. In and out. In and out.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well. Shit, your pussy feels like heaven,” he groaned, looking down to watch his cock disappear into your soaked cunt. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. And apparently, neither would you.

He shifted his gaze to the mirror, watching you grip the edge of the sink, your face contorted with pleasure.

“Please, Daddy. Please, I’m about to cum. Fuck, don’t stop,” you pleaded. Dave continued to hammer into you, hand shifting from your neck to squeeze your breast and pinch the nipple.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” he ordered, crushing your nipple between his thumb and index finger, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He watched you open your mouth, letting out a moan, but stopped partway through, remembering that you couldn’t be too loud. Dave moved his hand that was on your hip and snaked it to the front of your dress, pulling it up farther, your pussy exposed to his wanting eyes. His fingers met your swollen clit, and it took everything in you not to cum right there.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk,” you moaned. “Please let me cum. It’s too much.”

Fuck, I love it when she begs.

Dave grinned at you through the mirror and rubbed your clit harder, no longer holding back. His cock smashed into you, nearing his release.

“When I say cum, you can cum. Until then, you take it like the little slut you are, you hear me?” He spoke into your ear. You nodded, choking out a whimper.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t take anymore,” you begged. Dave felt your pussy ache around him, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and erratic. He was almost there. Just. One. More. Push.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he ordered with his last push, biting down on your neck, and covered your mouth with his hand.

You let out a muffled scream, feeling your orgasm rock through your body. It felt like electricity running through you as you came down from your high. You felt Dave pull out of you slowly, your combined juices flowing out. He quickly brought his fingers up, pushing them into your sore pussy.

“Can’t let any go to waste, now can we? I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you when you go home tonight,” he arrogantly stated with a smirk. Feeling his fingers push the cum back into you, you moaned at the thought of being full with his cum for the rest of the night. Dave picked up your discarded underwear, bringing it up to his nose, and sniffed.

“I’m keeping these,” he said possessively, helping pull your dress down and watch you adjust your tits back into the dress. You pouted at him but then grinned.

“I guess it’s only fair. After all, you did give me such a good drink,” you sassed. Dave stuffed the panties into his pants, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring. He sighed.

“As much as I’d love to do this again sometime, I can’t, but thank you for the wonderful time,” he replied thoughtfully, unsure why he felt the need to say all this. You shrugged.

“We both knew going into this what it was. I don’t expect to ever see you again, especially since I don’t even know your name,” you responded. You finished fixing your hair, giving yourself a once over, making sure you didn’t look like a complete mess. You turned around and gave him one more kiss as you made your way to the door.

“Thanks again, Daddy. You gave me one hell of a ride,” you said with a wink over your shoulder, making your way out of the restroom and out of his life.

Dave rolled his neck and straightened himself up. Washing his hands and fixing his hair, he took his ring out of his pocket and looked at it.

Fuck, I am not looking forward to going home to Carol.

Ugh.

He slipped the ring onto his finger and slipped out the backdoor of the bar, not wanting to risk seeing you if he went out the front. At the end of the day, he knew he’d never see you again unless he decided to use his agency contacts to find you.

He made his way to his SUV, sitting in the driver’s seat. Pulling out your soaked panties, he gave them another sniff and smiled.

At least I’ll have this to remember her by. He placed them back into his pocket, begrudgingly driving home.

―THREE DAYS LATER―

Dave had been in a mood since Carol had told him that she hired a nanny for Molly and Alice. He didn’t like the thought of some stranger watching his girls. He was fully capable of that when he was home, and Carol was busy working, but Carol said that it’d be a good opportunity for them to have more time without the girls.

Yeah, right.

Today was the day the nanny would be coming to meet the girls and him, and he was busy helping Carol get the room ready for the said nanny to stay in.

Not only did she hire a nanny, but one that will live with us!

Unbelievable!

Rolling his eyes. he gave the room a once over, making sure that everything was up to his standards before closing the door, and made his way down the stairs. He had caught the doorbell ring five minutes ago and heard voices, so he guessed that the nanny had arrived and was getting acquainted with the girls and his home.

Time to get this over with.

Dave made his way downstairs, toward the voices in the kitchen, but once he rounded the corner, he wasn’t prepared for the sight he was greeted with. You leaned over the kitchen island, ass sticking right out, talking with the girls about their drawings and with Carol about her work schedule.

“Oh, Dave! Honey, meet our nanny! This is Dave, my husband,” Carol excitedly said. “I was just telling her about being gone for work starting next week, but you’d be home to help with the girls if she needed anything.”

Dave was speechless. There you were. In his kitchen. Looking just as captivating as the night he saw you in your jeans and skin-hugging shirt.

“Dave? Are you ok, honey?” Carol asked him. He blinked and shook his head, looking at his wife.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a work thing come up a few minutes ago that distracted me. Sorry. Hi, I’m Dave; nice to meet you,” he responded, turning to you and held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. York,” came your smooth reply, not giving away your extreme shock at the turn of events, and you went to shake his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand before letting go and cleared his throat.

“Call me Dave, please,” he stated. “Well, if you ladies need me, I’ll be in my office upstairs, taking care of some work things,” he politely said, still reeling from you being in his house, and made his way out of the room.

Your gaze followed him and fell to his ass, checking him out without Carol, his wife, noticing.

Well, this is awkward.

But I guess that explains that.

“So, I just wanted to say that we look forward to having you here as part of the family, and again, I’m so thankful you were able to start so soon!” Carol said excitedly.

“Of course, Mrs. York! Thank you so much for this opportunity, and I hope that you have a good time on your work trip!” you answered with a smile.

I am so fucked.

Completely and irrevocably fucked.

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