#now she’s just out roaming the store… touching things… getting her piss and shit on everything omfg

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people are so weird and gross i literally can’t believe it sometimes

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WE SHOULD STOP ARGUING LIKE THIS

Gintsu week // Day 2

PROMPT: FIRST TIME

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The school hours were finally over for the day. The sun was already setting, painting the sky with red and orange hues as the students and staff members left the campus one after another. The corridors were now completely silent; with the doors locked and lights turned off, not a single speck of noise could be heard in the school.

Well, except for the faint voices coming from the one store room around the corner of the third floor which was apparently under maintenance.

They knew they were stuck inside. They knew he shouldn't have pulled the door close even the slightest because the lock was broken and it was a windy day and damnit, why wasn't this a sliding door!? The room was so small and packed with old documents and broken desks that there was hardly any space for two people to stand in a good distance. And the best part, the dim sunlight coming from the tiny window and the broken light switch was the cherry on top in this miserable situation.

"Now what?" Tsukuyo asked as she let go off the door knob in defeat once again.

"What do you want me to say?" Ginpachi replied calmly as he took a seat on a nearby desk. "I've already tried opening the door plenty of times and it's stuck."

"Ginpachi, It's almost six-thirty and we have been stuck here for almost half and hour now!" Tsukuyo spoke, her voice a little higher than before. "Nobody seems to be coming here either. Do you want to spend the night here!?"

Even in the dim light, Tsukuyo could see the teasing smirk growing on his face. "I don't have any problem with that."

She really wanted to punch him. Of all the times, he had to flirt with her right now but seriously, she was just not in the mood to listen to his nonchalant comments. "You do know it was your fault, right?"

Ginpachi knew he was the one who pulled the door slightly but not completely closed it because hey, that was a habit of his apparently and he had no idea that Tsukuyo was right behind the shelf and if he had any idea the wind was going to be a bitch today of all days and that it was going to lock them both inside by pushing the door with its stupid force, he would have never entered the store room in the first place!

"It was not my fault! It was the wind!"

"Sakamoto-san notified the whole school yesterday that this room is under maintenance and under any circumstances, no one is supposed to pull the door close even the slightest because accidents can happen anytime!"

"Woman, I was here to check on some documents! How'd I know that the wind was going to lock me inside and that too with you of all the people in this world. I have no intention of setting a camp here with you, what the hell do you take me for, huh!?"

Tsukuyo knew he didn't mean any of it and the whole situation was only irritating her even more. "I know." she replied quietly. "Where's your phone though? Mine can't get any signal here."

"....uh...my battery's dead."

Wow. No lights, no signal, they were really going to spend the night here.

"You know what? Nevermind. Why did I bother asking you anyway?" she couldn't help the scowl appearing on her face.

Taking note of her frowing face, Ginpachi couldn't help but speak in an irked voice. "Hey. You don't make such a disgusted face."

And this reply only poured fuel in the fire.

"So what do you want me to do? Smile!?"

"No!" Now Ginpachi was standing up from his seat. "But how about you try to be a little polite!?"

"And how about you start talking responsibility for your actions!?"

"Hey!" Ginpachi yelled as he stomped towards her angrily. "Do you think I'm enjoying my stay here with you? Because let me make this very clear to you. I. AM. NOT!"

"Oh thank you so much for the clarification, Ginpachi-sensei" the way she mockingly called his name only made his blood boil "The feeling's MUTUAL!" she spat right on his face.

"The last thing I wanted was to get stuck inside a store room with an unfunny woman like YOU!"

"Like I was dying to spend a night with a bastard like you!"

Ginpachi could just glare furiously as he inched his face close to her. "This is why men don't come near a BITCH like you!"

"Yeah sure!" she too moved her face close. "Like there's a huge crowd of women out there waiting for your LAZY ASS!"

"I pity the men who're out wasting their time on a brute like you!"

"And I pity the woman who're drooling over you!- oh sorry, there's literally no one drooling over you!"

Smart. "Aww. Well I'm not the twenty-seven year old chain smoking virgin here!"

"Well at least I'm not spending all my salary on jump magazines and parfaits like a certain dumb perm-head here!"

"You do know too much nicotine can speed aging. Ah that's why I see all the wrinkles around your face."

"And you do know that too much sugar can cause erectile dysfunction."

This was getting too much. "You know what woman? How 'bout you shut that little mouth of yours!?"

They knew they should stop. "Well how about you shut up by sucking on that stupid strawberry lollipop of yours!?"

Their faces were close, too close, their noses almost touching but no one was willing to back off anymore. There might not be a lot of light inside but they could clearly see the fire in each other's eyes. It was not like these two didn't respect each other. It's just that sometimes, they just couldn't stand each other and that's why they were called the bickering couple of the school. However, this argument was no longer their simple banter.

It was now a matter of pride.

"Listen here." Ginpachi's voice was so low and chilling it could make a grown man piss his pants. "If you don't shut up, I'll make you."

Tsukuyo could just chortle mockingly as she didn't budge an inch from her place. "I bet you can't."

He had a sly grin on his face now. "I'm warning you, Tsukuyo."

Tsukuyo matched his expression. "Like your threats can scare m-"

But before she could finish, Ginpachi already captured her lips with his. Tsukuyo's eyes widened with shock as she felt him take her breath away in that one short kiss. But before she could even react and shove him off, he quickly pulled away with a cheeky and breathy laugh.

"HA! I warned you!"

Tsukuyo couldn't process what just happened but his smug laughter only angered her more. Before she could think what she was doing, she found herself returning the favor by pulling him by his white lab coat and kissing him feverishly on his lips. And this time, it was Ginpachi's eyes which widened into large saucers.

Tsukuyo quickly pulled back, leaving both of them brrathless again. "Don't you dare act so smug with me!"

Both of them just stood there for a second, their minds trying to process what happened. They were just arguing, right? Telling how much they didn't enjoy each others company inside a locked storeroom?

Then how did this happen?

Was it the frustration of getting stuck with each other? Or was it solely the insults? Was it the packed room and the heat which messed up with their brain? Or was it the fact that they wanted to prove something to each other?

But whatever it was, why did they choose to kiss each other?

And why the hell did it feel so good?

Before their minds could answer these questions, the two coworkers found themselves lashing on each other.

Tsukuyo had always been a calm and level-headed person but never had she find more thrill in anything than pulling Ginpachi by his collar while pushing his oval specs up his head and kiss him with all she had got. Ginpachi, on the other hand, never let his control slip by in front of any woman. But this woman he was kissing right now only made him lose control and devour her with every kiss he gave her. Not in a million years had these two thought that they would be making out in a locked storeroom and that too after a long argument where they constantly insulted each other. And yet, kissing each other only made them realize how much they wanted this.

"What're we doing?" Tsukuyo asked gaspingly between kisses as she found Ginpachi cradling her face in his palms. His touch was firm yet gentle and she felt like turning into a mush.

"Just shut up and kiss me woman." Ginpachi almost growled as he now pulled her closer by her waist and planted his lips on her again.

Tsukuyo have never had such an experience in her life- this was her first kiss. With the energy and passion Ginpachi kissed her, she could feel her legs go limp as she found her arms wrapping around his neck to get some support. She shouldn't have provoked him. But damnit would she be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this. Matching his lips, Tsukuyo copied his movements with the same intensity as she found his tongue battling hers. The way he sucked and bit her lower lip and then lightly kissed it- her mind was going completely dizzy. She then went for his red tie, tugging it loose as she let her hands roam on his well-built physic. He was just too much for her and even though the kiss felt too rushed and sloppy, she didn't mind any of her inexperience.

As for Ginpachi, he didn't seem to mind any of her inexperience as he continued to lick and taste her mouth with no shame. His hands were everywhere, her waist, her ass and then sliding up to her full clothed breaths and shit! how could no man not want her. She was just so intoxicating he could just eat her up in one go. Her curves, her voice, her beautifully scared face, the way she squirmed in his arms as she clutched on his lab coat for support- everything she did, she was always perfect. The smell of nicotine along with her lavender perfume and her small breathless moans only overwhelmed his senses as he no longer cared where they might end up later.

Never had Ginpachi wanted a woman as much as he desired her.

Never had Tsukuyo thought she would feel such security in his arms.

Sensing her wobbly legs, Ginpachi picked her up by her ass in one go as Tsukuyo found her legs now wrapped around his waist while he pressed her against the nearest wall for more support. Without leaving his lips from her, he found his hands now playing with one of her clothed breasts as he heard another muffled moan from her.

But alas they finally broke for air.

In the dim light of the evening, the two could see the string of salive that connected their tongues as both of them huffed for air. The way they looked now- their completely messed up hair, wrinkled clothes, Ginpachi's loose tie and Tsukuyo's unbuttoned shirt- never had they thought they would engage in such a reckless and intimate act together.

And yet, the way they panted and looked at looked at each other, as a small smile suddenly appeared on their faces, this didn't feel wrong to the them at all.

But before they could continue with their little session, the sudden turning of the door knob made them both jolt in shock as Tsukuyo jumped off Ginpachi's lap. Both of them looked at the opening door in horror as they found someone moving the flashlight right on their faces.

"I knew you guys were-" Ah shit, it was Zenzou. And the two of them were completely disheveled. "...You guys continue." And he switched off the flashlight and was again locking the door.

"OII WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" It was Ginpachi who called out as he rushed towards the door. "The hell are you doing? We've been locked here this entire time!"

"Yeah?" Zenzou gave the unkept man a skeptical look and then looked at Tsukuyo behind who quickly turned her red face in shame. "Looks like you guys were having a good time and I was the one who disturbed you."

Ginpachi could feel his face flush in embarrassment as he glared at his colleague. "THAT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

On this, Zenzou gave him a are-you-serious-man look and Ginpachi only felt his face grew hotter.

Tsukuyo could feel the tension around as she rearranged her clothes a little and walked towards the two men. "Hattori-sensei," she spoke up, "this...was not what we...we were really locked inside!" she finally got the out, her face turning red once again. "...but things just happened.."

Zenzou looked at Tsukuyo and then at Ginpachi as he felt a small grin escape his lips at their embarrassed faces. "Don't worry." he spoke in his nonchalant voice. "The whole school already knew that there was something going on between you two."

Ginpachi and Tsukuyo looked in surprise as a quick "eh!?" left their mouths simultaneously.

"Well whatever. It's already late. Good thing I came here to check." he turned around to leave as the other two quickly tidy up their appearances a little.

"By the way tempa! Good job." he gave a thumbs up to Ginpachi and then picked his pace, leaving the two behind.

Ginpachi and Tsukuyo turned to look at each other as they again felt the tension increasing between them. It wasn't always when these two make out and well, this was a first for them and yet, both of them seemed to have no problem with it. They might have never accepted it on their own but they sure did enjoy their company together. And a lot more than they could have guessed.

"Uh...." both spoke up simultaneously. And both of them chuckled at this. But again, silence followed.

"Hey." It was Ginpachi who spoke first. "I don't know what happened but..."

"..yeah?"

"...wanna get some lunch together someday?"

Hearing his earnest request, Tsukuyo felt her heart flutter. "Sure." she replied with a smile. "I hope you won't regret it though."

Ginpachi could only give her his honest answer. "Of course I won't."

[axwalker]

Undeniable Miracle 2: Stranded

I’m participating in the 12 days of Christmas hosted by  @leelee10898 and @emichelle . Thank you so much  💕 💕

Synopsis: Alexis decides to leave Cordonia on Christmas Eve, but she has a car accident in the middle of the woods during a snow storm.

A/N: This AU takes place during Liam’s and Madeleine’s Engagement Tour.

A/N 2: Some vocabulary for the Spanish words.

A/N 3: I’m using the prompt: “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.” requested by @mskaneko​ 

Fonda: Small Mexican restaurant.

Romeritos:  Tender sprigs of seepweed  which are boiled and served in a mole sauce seasoned with shrimp jerky blended into the mix. Typical additional ingredients include boiled potatoes, nopales and shrimp. They are usually served with bread slices and in tacos

Ensalada de manzana: combination of lettuce, beets, apple, and peanuts in a light orange vinaigrette

Bacalao:  Cod fish prepped with sautee onion, garlic, tomatoes and olives.

Pozole: Tradition Mexican soup made with Hominy, pork and peppers.

Villancicos: Traditional Christmas songs.

Warnings: I can’t think of anything for this chapter but there will be NSFW in future chapters. All my fics are for 18+ ONLY.

Words: 2718

Disclaimer: Characters and settings belong to Pixelberry.

@burnsoslow Thank you so much for beta read and for your encouragement. I love you and appreciate you so much.

The edit of the mood board is the work of beautiful @mskanekoI was dying to use it. I love youuu

When he sees I don't respond, he opens my door. "O'Brien? Are you okay?"

I blink, incapable of forming a coherent sentence. 

"Did you hit your head? You seem lost." Drake kneels in front of me.

Finally, I react. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hello to you too. I asked if you were okay."

"I'm fine. I need to call a tow truck."

"Yeah, right. There are no tow trucks in storms like this, O'Brien." He sighs and asks me to open the car's hood so he can check the engine. Five minutes later, he comes back, and I read his expression. The car is not going anywhere.  

"Sorry, O'Brien, but this car is not going to work for now, and the storm is getting worse. You're going to have to come with me."

I scoff. Drake is insane if he thinks I'll go anywhere with him. I've spent the last two months trying to forget everything about him; I don't need this right now. 

 "I'm sure I can find a way to get to Lythikos by myself."

"Shit, you're so damn stubborn, O'Brien. You aren't anywhere near there. It's about 50 miles away. I guess if your car had kept going about 50 miles through the woods, you might have landed there. Is that what you were trying to do?"

"Bite me, Drake."

"Wow, you really should do something about that attitude of yours." The asshole actually smirked. "I have a cabin a few miles up the road. We can go there and wait out the storm. My truck is parked on the road. I pulled over when I saw the car spinning."

"I'll wait here." 

"You'll wait for what? To freeze to death? Don't be ridiculous; you're coming with me."

I shake my head stubbornly. "I think freezing to death is preferable to going with you. Thank you very much." 

"You don't have much of a choice, O'Brien. I can't fuckin' leave you here. My cell phone doesn't work here, and I'm assuming yours doesn't either or else you'd be on it right now. They're expecting two feet of snow or more. So, I'm sorry if you're pissed at me or whatever, I'm not leaving you here."

I'm well aware that I'm behaving like a petulant, spoiled child, but my wish to make him as angry as I am overcomes all logical thinking. “As I said, I’m not going.”

 "I'm going to have to carry you to my truck then." 

"Carry me? No way. You are not touching me." I grab my phone again, begging my Abuela to send me just a little bit of phone service so I can call Max. 

"Either you get out of that by yourself, or I carry you. You have exactly 30 seconds to decide."

I shut my door and raise my phone, trying to get some signal. Suddenly, Drake opens the door, reaches into the car, and has me scooped up without effort into his arms before I can even protest. I barely have time to grab my purse. 

"Enough of your bullshit. Done," he states, then kicks my door shut and starts to walk up the snowy hill. 

I have no choice but to put my arms around his neck. "Let me go this second Walker!"

Drake stares at me and gently shoves a strand of hair off my face. I'm suddenly aware of how close our faces, our lips, are. Because my heart is stupid and has a mind of its own, it starts beating like crazy. Drake swallows hard, and for a second, I think he's going to kiss me; I'm almost closing my eyes when he speaks.

"Here we are." He puts me back on the ground and opens the door of his old Jeep. 

A bark coming from the backseat startles me.  

"Oh my god! He's beautiful! He looks like a wolf!"

Drake's eyes soften when he pets the animal.

"It's a Tamaskan dog." 

"Hi, boy! You're so cute!"

"He's not supposed to be cute; he's supposed to be terrifying." I turn my head, and I see he's teasing me. I shake my head and keep talking to the dog. "Don't listen to your dad, handsome; you're a cutie pie." 

"I'm not his dad. He's a damn dog, O'Brien." 

I rolled my eyes. "What's his name?" 

"Zeppelin. Get in the Jeep; I'm freezing my ass off out here."

I smirked at him. "I never realized how bossy you are." 

He shakes his head, but I catch the unwilling smile on his face. 

DRAKE

I glance to the seat next to me, still not believing that O'Brien is here, in my Jeep. I try to think of something else besides her maddening fruity scent or the curve of her neck, but I already know that my ability to function like a normal human being disappears when she's around. 

 I can't believe that I'm so fucking stupid to be still hung up on her after what happened in Ramsford. She made perfectly clear who she wanted to be with -- yet here I am, looking at her like a goddamn fool. 

We drive for a few minutes in complete silence. Suddenly a deer jumps out from the woods, right in front of the Jeep. I hear Alexis scream as I swerve, and the truck starts to slide and spin, gaining speed. In a second, I glance at her, throwing one arm across her chest to hold her against the seat when I see she doesn't have her seatbelt on. I try to regain control of the truck but it's not working. I feel the Jeep flying off the road and into the woods, crashing downhill and plowing down small trees, until it finally stops, wedged amongst a bunch of larger trees on the side of a hill. 

"Fuck!" I throw both hands against the steering wheel. "I can't fucking believe this shit!" I turn to O'Brien. "And why the fuck wasn't your seatbelt on?" 

“I thought you could drive!" She looks down at my arm, still holding her, and whispers, "Thank you." 

I rest my head against the wheel and take several deep breaths. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." My voice is level and calm, even if the thought that something could've happened to her while I was driving makes me murderous. "Are you okay?" She nods, still shaken. 

 "You okay, Zeppelin?" The dog whimpers and licks my hand. "That's a good boy. We're all okay." I try to restart the truck, but it's completely dead. I can't believe this; honestly, I just can't.

 "What are we going to do now?" O'Brien asks.

 "Well, we're out of cars, so unless you want to walk or ride the dog to my place, we're stuck here." 

She squints at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Walker."

"But the highest form of intelligence, O'Brien." I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes at me again. I've forgotten how much I loved teasing her. At least, I wish I had forgotten. "We're going to have to just stay put until the plow truck comes by, and we'll have to hitch a ride. Until then, we're in luck because I stopped at the grocery store on the way to the cabin. I have enough things we can eat and drink to keep us going until then. I have a big blanket in the back seat, so we should be able to stay pretty warm. It's really heavy and thick."

I saw the panic in her eyes, so I continued. "Hey, O'Brien, look at me." She raises those fucking beautiful dark eyes and meets my gaze. "I would never let anything happen to you, okay?"

She nods. "Okay. Yes, I know. I just hope we don't get hypothermia.”

"We won't, O'Brien. C'mon, I think we should both sit in the back seat, since there's a lot of room back there, and we can put the blanket over both of us. I think it will help keep us warmer."

She gives me an odd look but nods. "Right. Yes. I think it's the best idea." She climbs over the seat first, and my eyes roam over her perfect body. I suppress the urge to sink my hands in her delicious hips and sit her on my lap. I sigh and call Zeppelin to the front seat, so we have more space. 

"This is nice; it's very roomy," she says as she pulls the cover over both our legs. 

I can see that she's shivering. "If you're so cold, why didn't you say something? Come here." I put my coat on her shoulders, and she smiles at me. Fuck me if I wouldn't do almost anything for that smile. "Where were you going on Christmas Eve? I' would've thought you'd go to the Christmas ball in the palace."

She hesitates for a few seconds, but finally, she answers, "I was going to spend Christmas with Olivia in Lythikos."

I raise my brow in disbelief. "I must have a concussion, O'Brien; I just heard you were headed to Lythikos to spend Christmas with Olivia Nevrakis."  

"I know! Our friendship was … unexpected. At first, we were just trying to figure out who set us up. The whole Tariq thing that you stopped? It was a trap; someone was trying to blackmail both of us." 

I don’t want her to know that I spend every single free minute I have helping Max figure out who set her up. If I ever find the person who sent Tariq to her room that night and scared the shit out of her, I will kill him. 

"Yes, O'Brien, I knew. Liam told me."

She nodded. "Well, we're trying to get to the bottom of it together, so we've been spending a lot of late nights drinking bourbon and talking. She hides it very well under layers of sarcasm and abrasiveness, but she's extremely loyal and has a great heart. Just like you."

"If you compare me to that crazy redhead one more time, you'll be sleeping outside, O'Brien, and I can promise you, it's cold." 

She laughs. "Okay, okay, sorry. I won't do it again."  

I'm about to ask her why she's not spending Christmas with Liam, but she speaks before I can talk. "And you? What are you doing here?"

"I moved to a town close to Lythikos a month ago. I'm opening a veterinary clinic there. This morning I went to supervise the construction site and to get some groceries for the cabin." 

She looks pensive but doesn't say anything for a while. "I hope you're happier here than you were in the palace, Drake,"she finally says, so softly that I almost miss it. 

I take a deep breath because I can't tell her the truth. I can't tell her that I can't be happy now, not after her. When I kissed her that night, I lost everything. She would never be mine, and after that, we couldn’t even be friends anymore.

"Thank you, O'Brien," I reply anyway because I know she's expecting some sort of answer.

 "How did you get Zeppelin?" she asks as she pets my dog, and I swear the traitor's mouth curls up into a little doggy smile. 

"I was running some errands for the clinic when I saw him tied up outside. I came back a few weeks later on a sunny day, and this poor dog is just tied up to a fence on the side of the building with no shade or anything, and I don't even see a water dish or food. So I park my car and check on him, and he's all happy to have someone pet him, tail wagging like mad. There was an old food dish off to the side, but it was empty, and a dish with some dirty water. I went to my house and grabbed some of the toys and food I'd bought for the clinic. I also gave him some water, and he drank three fucking bowls. I felt terrible leaving him. I just had this bad gut feeling, you know?" She nods with misty eyes. "Anyway, I had to go back to Cordonia city after I gave the dog the stuff. To be honest, I kind of forgot about him. But when I came back, O'Brien, it was awful. I honestly think the last time he ate was the food I'd given him. He was nothing but skin and bones, too weak even to stand up. He was just lying there in the dirt with flies buzzing all around him. But when I kneeled in front of him, his little tail wagged a tiny bit. I think he remembered me." 

Tears spring into her eyes. "My God, Drake, what happened?" 

I see how affected she is, so I reach her hand and squeeze it. "An old man came out of the little building and started yelling at me to get off his property. There was just no fucking way I was going to leave him there. I told him that if I ever saw a dog or any other animal on his property ever again, I would fucking kill him. The douchebag just ran back to the house. I took the dog to my cabin. He was dehydrated and almost starved to death, had two ear infections, worms — you name it. We've been together ever since." Zeppelin looks up as if he knows we're talking about him. 

She wipes a tear and caresses Zeppelin's ear. "You named him?"

I shrug. "Best band ever." 

"Ha! You're so predictable, Walker."

 "How do you know my last name? I never gave it to you." 

"I asked Maxwell at the coronation. Why? You don't like it when I call you that? Turnabout's fair play, Walker." She bits her bottom lip; I look away before the impulse to kiss her becomes unbearable, and I do something stupid. Again.  

"Nah, I like it, O'Brien. Calling each other by our last names will be our thing." 

She sighs, not talking for a while. "What is it, O'Brien? I can almost see the wheels turning in your head."

"We're going to spend Christmas Eve here, stranded in the middle of nowhere."

"I know; I'm sorry, O’Brien. Do you usually do something special?"

She looks up to me with so much vulnerability in her pretty face, I find it hard to breathe. I instinctively come close to her because I hate that look in her eyes; I hate even more that I was the one who put put it there with my fucking dumb question. Her mom and grandma are dead; of course it's a sad subject.

 "Not in a long time. It was one of the holidays my mom, my Abuelita and I celebrated together. We didn't really do Halloween because my mom's Fonda was so busy preparing for Dia de Muertos. The day of the dead," she explains.

 "I know, O'Brien. You made me watch Coco with you and Maxwell in Applewood." I can't help but smile at the memory. She forced us to watch the damn movie in Spanish only to hit "pause" at every single scene to translate it and explain the traditions.

 "Well, Coco had it right! They really respected our traditions!" she replied, her eyes shining as they always did when she was excited. "Anyway, my mom worked for most holidays, and I was forced to spend Thanksgiving with my dad, his crazy wife, and her creepy son. So, Christmas was the best. Especially Nochebuena, Christmas Eve. We had this huge dinner where all our neighbors came to the house and brought Mexican dishes. We had everything; bacalao, romeritos, ensalada de manzana, and the best pozole in Brooklyn. We sang villancicos, had a piñata. The whole thing. My abuela took the holidays seriously," she says with a sad smile. 

I might be a fucking fool, but I can't stand seeing her this sad. And, suddenly, I know what to do. "We might not be able to have a traditional Mexican Nochebona ..."

She giggles. "No-che-bue-na, Drake."  

I think I could spend the rest of my life here listening to her speaking Spanish.“Yeah, that.” I watch through the window and when I see that the storm has calmed, I say, “I have an idea; just wait here." 

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[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

ROBYN

I called Mel to blow off some steam, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. To say I was boiling was an understatement. Half an hour later, I found myself asking for a shot of whiskey at the nearest bar. Some place that probably hadn’t had a new customer in weeks. 

“I’ll take a water with lemon” John stated, his eyes roaming the dark room. The place was small, yet cold and unfamiliar. There wasn’t many people here, but you could tell the few present were regulars.  

“Thanks for coming in with me, I know this ain’t in ya job description” I sighed, trying my hardest not to dump all my problems on him.

“I’m just glad you got up out the house. I was beginning to think you replaced me” 

“You know better than that! You ain’t getting rid of me that easy” I chuckled in surprise. I tossed back my shot and motioned for the bartender to refill me, wasting no time to toss that one back too.

“This whiskey’s not gonna have you trying to throw bottles upside my head again is it?”

“I promise I’ll behave myself” I crossed my heart with my right hand. “Sometimes, I get so worked up and I just need to take the edge off. Whiskey helps.”

“Don’t let this shit be your go to” he advised, glancing over his shoulder to see who walked in when the door opened.

“Shopping is my go to, Mary Jane is definitely the runner up, but this shit easily takes third place.” I admitted, nonchalantly. “Everybody needs an outlet”  

“You gonna have to find some better outlets. I know it’s hard, but I’ve been where you are before and it ain’t a pretty place. I’m not going to sit back and watch you spiral downhill.”

“Eh, to each their own. I’m sure you got your outlets.” I shrugged, before requesting another refill and quickly gulping it down. John just shook his head and looked back at the door as a couple of people walked out. I loved how alert he always was, it made me feel safe. Safe enough, to order another shot.

“Can you at least slow down?” he demanded rather than asked. “Ain’t no way yo tolerance that high.”

“Boy please! I am Bajan, we can hold our liquor.” I teased, starting to feel myself. The whiskey had my temperature rising, so I slid my jacket down on to the stool. The bartender placed my refill in front of me, this time flashing his dingy smile while his eyes burned a hole in my chest. 

“Thanks, we’ll let you know if we need anything else” John practically yelled to snap him from his daze.

“Sorry man. We don’t get models in here often” he apologized before tending to the other couple at the bar.

“Bullshit” I blurted before falling into giggles. “I know I look like shit today, but that was a good save”

“You ready? Cause I’m ready to get up outta here.” John stood, with his mind made up. He’s never bossed me around before and oddly enough, it was turning me on.

“Wait, just let me get-”

“You’ve had enough, let’s go.” he ordered, looking down at me. I was beginning to imagine his dark skin on mine and realized he was right. It had to be the liquor taking over, so I shook the thought away and stood like he requested. 

 "Yeah, you’re right, I uh, need to do some shopping anyway.” I stammered, leaving a few twenty's on the counter before leading the way out. 

The ride to the mall was awkward. I rolled and smoked an entire blunt to myself on the way. I could tell John was pissed, but I didn’t understand why or even cared to ask. I’m sick of people trying to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I’m grown as hell and if I want to get fucked up in the middle of the day on a Monday, then that’s what I’ll do. 

“I know how long these trips can be and I don’t want you to feel rushed, just give me a call when you’re ready” he stated, once we reached the mall entrance.

“Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride, enjoy the rest of your day” I added, jumping out the back seat before he’d even come to a complete stop. I didn’t want to be around his bad energy, that shit was contagious. I’ll just have to take a cab home. I’d much rather ride with a stranger than be judged.

Turns out John was right. I spent much more time shopping than I expected. There wasn’t much traffic and I enjoyed not having to wait in lines.  I treated myself to new clothes, shoes, earrings, and a new purse. Everything I wanted was in stock and I had many of the stores to myself. Apparently I picked a good day to splurge because I spent well over forty grand.

After shopping, I ordered some Chinese food and found a little corner to myself in the food court. I was so happy about the leopard print Louboutin booties I found, I had to put them on before I even touched my food. Something about leopard print made me feel sexy and I needed that feeling now.

I slipped my flats off and smiled as the softness of the booties welcomed my feet. They made me feel so good, I forgot about my bad day. I started to devour my food as if all the appetite I was missing all week suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I was done, I wasted no time getting in line at the ice cream shoppe. 

I sat down again, taking my time and enjoying my chocolate chip, double dip cone a little too much. I was in heaven, oblivious to my surroundings. A weird feeling crept over me and I felt like I was being watched. My eyes shot up for a quick scan and immediately locked on the culprit. Christopher fucking Brown.

I stared back for what seemed like forever, but he wasn’t letting up so I decided to show out. If he thought he couldn’t stop looking before, he wouldn’t know what to do when I made him wish he were the ice cream. 

“I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me” a smooth baritone caught me off guard in the middle of my act. I sighed deeply before locking eyes with the one night stand I was supposed to never see again. 

“Today has got to be my lucky day” he grinned.

“Hey Stranger” I smirked, swallowing the big ass frog in my throat. I should’ve put my ice cream down, but I couldn’t. I just took bites instead of licks while he eyeballed my lips.

“Nah, call me Rocky” he pleaded, his eyes roaming with no shame. Fuck I thought to myself, realizing I left my favorite black leather jacket at the bar. My nipples were at full attention and an apparent distraction, so I crossed my arms. 

“I thought we agree-”

“You really want me to treat you like a stranger after the way I had your body feeling the last time you saw me?” he asked, inviting himself to sit in front of me. 

“We agreed to no names”

“Who are you shopping with, if you don’t mind me asking?” he quizzed, checking out my table full of bags.

“Damn you nosy” I frowned, shaking my head. “Who you here with?”

“Shit, I’m here with you. I just wanna know who about to be pissed when your plans change up.”

“How my plans change up?” I giggled, loving his persistence.

“I got somewhere I wanna take you”

“Boy you don’t even know me”

“I know what you taste like. You gonna let me taste you again?” he asked wetting his lips before biting the bottom one and slowly letting it out. Flashbacks of his lips on my body sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even respond, I could see Chris approaching at record speed with Nicki on his tail. 

CHRIS

“Thank you for getting me out the house today” Nicki smiled, taking a bite from her huge, soft pretzel. “This is exactly what I needed!”

“Me too” I mumbled between bites of my pretzel dog. I was glad I was feeling better than I had the day before, but I still felt crappy. Yesterday I laid around with a hang over from hell, but when Nicki called today I had to pull my shit together. 

“I’m so glad Sam will be home for good today. All I can ever think about is what if he misses our baby’s birth”

“Aren’t you due next month?”

“Yeah, but look how fat I am! There’s no way I can hold this baby for another month!” she stood up and turned sideways for me to see her silhouette. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself in no time. You’re having a healthy baby. That’s the important part.” I stressed and her face immediately dropped in shame.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Complaining. I’m grateful for this entire experience. I just wish Sam could’ve found a closer job sooner, but it’s done now and I’m soooo grateful” she beamed as her phone vibrated on the table. “Speak of the devil.”

“Tell him I said what up” I laughed at her girlish demeanor while she spoke with her husband. Somehow they pulled through their long distance relationship, even with the hormone roller coaster. I was happy for them.

“So are you spending Thanksgiving in Texas with Tae now that Mama got her own thing going on?” Nicki quizzed after hanging up with Sam. I hadn’t told her it was over with me and Tae yet, I was hoping to avoid this conversation altogether.

“Nah. You know me, I like to make my rounds. Are you cooking? I’m tryna come get one of your plates!”

“Noooo Chris! Holidays show a girl how serious you are about her. You gotta at least try to go see her, it’s important!”

“Well, sh-”

“Robyn”

“No, it’s not about Rob-”

“No, I was saying, is that Robyn?” she nodded across the food court towards the ice cream shoppe. Sure enough, Robyn was standing in line with three bags on one arm and her wallet in hand as she waited to order.

“Damn, she looks good” I blurted under my breath. I didn’t know where we stood since the last time we spoke, so I definitely wasn’t going over there.

“That hair looks so good on her. When’s the last time ya’ll talked?” 

“Not long ago, and it wasn’t pleasant” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes from her as she paid and grabbed her ice cream from the cashier. She quickly found an empty table, set her things down, and began to devour her ice cream in the most seductive way. On top of that, the dress she wore revealed every curve and way too much skin. 

When she sat down, her eyes met mine. She refused to break eye contact and began to lick her ice cream with a flat tongue, curving it around the top. She winked at me, then opened her mouth wide before sucking her ice cream from the top, clearly giving me a show.

“So ya’ll cool or not?” Nicki’s voice snatched me back to attention. My head snapped in her direction to see if she was seeing what I was but she was preoccupied with her phone. When I looked back at Robyn, there was someone else sitting in front of her, blocking my view. 

This guy must’ve been enjoying the same show I was, too bad he didn’t stand a chance. Rob’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even give a guy two seconds if he’s not worth it, which made me wonder why this guy was still sitting there. 

“I don’t know. Let’s go say wassup” I suggested as Nicki tossed the last of her food in her mouth, then followed me towards Robyn.

As we approached her, a huge smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. I wasn’t sure what to expect but my nerves relaxed a bit. 

“Oh my God! Look at you!” Robyn shrieked, jumping up to hug Nicki.

“No bitch, look at you! I was just telling Chris how bomb this haircut is on you!” Nicki returned the love. I tried to get a word in, but Robyn turned her back to me and proceeded to talk to Nic like I wasn’t even there.

“I can’t believe you almost done cooking the munchkin already!” She squealed, rubbing Nicki’s belly. 

“Yes girl, exactly 28 more days!”

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, we wanted a surprise”. They went back and forth for what seemed like forever, paying me no mind. I waited patiently until Robyn attempted to leave with the random guy without speaking to me. She tried to walk by me so I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, catching her off guard.

“So you just gonna ignore me?” I asked, glaring into her shocked expression. It took a second of thought but to my surprise, she shook her head no, so I wasted no time leading the way to an empty table for a little privacy.

“How you been?” I began, instantly pissing her off.

“What you mean How I been?” she mimicked rolling her eyes. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I ran into Rayven last night..you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

"Wow, you pulled me to the side to ask about Rayven?” she asked, with slanted eyes. 

“No, that’s not wh-”

“Fuck you Christopher. I should beat your ass like I did her” she frowned, attempting to walk off. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me again, with a little more force this time.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, trying to smell it on her breath but only smelling the ice cream. “Who’s this guy your with? Do you know him?”

“Mind the business you chose over me. I ain’t yo woman.” she spat, before returning to the lucky punk waiting for her. Those words hurt like daggers but I was more embarrassed than anything.  

“I guess it’s safe to say ya’ll not cool” Nicki spoke, breaking the silence on the ride home.

“I don’t know Nic, I think I really messed up this time”

“Ah hell, what you do now?” she shook her head in frustration as I caught her up on my cursed love life. 

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” she asked, raising her brow as she stared me in the face.

“That’s all I’m asking”

“You sound confused as fuck! At the end of the day, who do you love?

“I can’t even lie. I love them both”

“Who do you want to be with....like forever”

“I don’t know”

“Well that’s your problem. You gotta figure out what you want” she shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s not that easy. See with Tae I have this clean slate, well almost clean. Distance is the only problem. “

“Which is a pretty big problem” she pointed out. 

“But with Rob there’s so much chemistry, history, love... it would be hard to come back from what we been through”

“Well if you put it like that, do you want hard as shit or hard as fuck?” she teased, cracking herself up. 

“Thanks for the lovely advice”

“I can’t help you bro, you on your own!”

“I can see that!”

“Nah, but for real, every time I’ve seen you and Tae together you seem happy as hell. I mean head over heels, you stay cheesing like a damn girl, and treating her like a princess. But when you talk about Robyn you seem unsure and even kind of depressed. I’m sure it’s because of the accident, and everything else that happened but aren’t you ready to put all of that behind you?”

“Put Robyn behind me? “I sighed, giving it deep thought. It wasn’t like she was fucking with me anyhow. After seeing her today I was even more confused than before. 

“That situation is out of your hands at this point. I’m sorry, but it’s clear to me that Rob ain’t fucking with you bro. I can tell you’re not really taking Tae serious because you’re hoping Rob comes around. That’s bullshit and you definitely owe Tae an apology. Start there and just see where everything else goes.” she suggested, as she kicked her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the dash.

“That girl don’t want to talk to me”

“Of course not, you gotta go bigger than a phone call”

“Like what?”

“Like go see her. Go spend Thanksgiving with her! Have you ever been to her place? She’s been to your crib, your galleries, and met all your people. Ya’ll been together long enough, it’s time for you to meet the family. Matter of fact, you should pop up on her!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I grinned, realizing how right she was. It was obvious I hadn’t been putting in much effort and that’s probably why she keeps one foot in the door and the other out. She just needs a grand gesture to know how important she is to me.

With Nic’s help, I came up with the perfect plan to get us back on track. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, so I wasted no time booking my flight and a room near her salon. All I had to do was show up and speak my peace. How hard could that be?

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

JKR

Joker x reader

Summary:You’re an assassin from out of town that ends up in the middle of the nonsense that is the Joker’s reign of terror during The Dark Knight. Where do you go from here?

Word Count: 2570 

“Does it ever stop raining in this fucking city?” Y/N muttered to herself as the thunder shook the building for what had to have been the millionth time.

“‘Fraid not, my dear!” a chipper-sounding voice answered from the cell next to hers. “Most of the locals know that, though, so let me guess. You’re new in town?”

Her eyes drifted over to look at the speaker and was surprised by what she saw: a man in a surprisingly vibrant green vest with worn-looking clown makeup and green hair that looked downright dingy compared to the vest. “You could say that. And who are you supposed to be?”

A wicked smirk tugged at his red-coated lips. “Oh, no one really. Just the foil to the bit Bat.”

“Who?”

“You really are from out of town!” he cackled. “What’s a beautiful adventurer like you doin’ in a place like big, bad, Gotham?”

“Business,” was her vague answer.

“Must be some interesting business if they have you locked in here with little ol’ me.”

Her attention was stolen by the telltale clanging sounds of approaching guards. “You could say that.” It was her turn to smirk.

“Do you happen to have the time?” he asked abruptly.

The upward quirk of her lip immediately fell in confusion, but she looked around for a clock nonetheless. From her cell, she could just make out the reflection of red numbers in the glass opposite her. “It’s 8:43. Why?”

“Too soon, then,” he muttered, seemingly to himself. His dark eyes seemed to light up when he looked back up at her. “Ooh, are they coming for you?”

Her jaw clenched. “If they are, they’re gonna regret it.”

“Got somethin’ special planned for ‘em?”

She chuckled as she untied her boot to allow her fingers enough room to reach the pocket hidden within. Then she promptly withdrew a small knife. “You could say that.”

“Now how did you get that past the scanner?” He sounded a little impressed despite the little faux pout on his face.

“Ceramic. No metal in it to be spotted on their scanner.”

“Oh, you are a curious one,” he mused, clapping with glee. “Might I ask the name of such a femme fatale before she makes her daring escape?”

“Y/N.”

And then everything turned to chaos.

The guards burst in wearing full riot gear and immediately swarmed Y/N’s cell. The next few minutes saw her doing everything from slashing throats to using guards as meat shields against their teammates’ shots. All this while her neighbor clapped and laughed in unfiltered joy. By the end, she was left standing alone amongst a sea of dead and dying guards.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” she announced as she armed herself with a handful of stolen weapons. “Have fun with … whatever it is you’ve got planned.”

“Oh, I will. See you around, Y/N.” His voice shifted lower, became husky as he said her name, drawing a little chill down her spine.

The next several hours were a clusterfuck to say the least. Y/N had been hired by some Italian mobster to take out one Harvey Dent. That was why she was in the city in the first place. She’d gotten arrested during the old Commissioner’s funeral because they’d heightened security due to some threat, and she was caught in the guards’ paranoia. Rightfully so considering her intentions, but it still annoyed her to be waiting around in jail for a chance to escape while her plan just fell to pieces before her.  Then she found out Dent was already kidnapped and half-blown-up in an explosion.

So basically, she was pissed that her straightforward plan to assassinate some DA was becoming more and more difficult by the hour. Changing her plans for a bout the fiftieth time since entering the godforsaken city, she found out what hospital her target was being treated at, and resolvedd to pose as a nurse and drug him. If all went well, it would look like incompetence of a real nurse and that would be the end of that.

Only to run smack into another nurse right outside the door. “Excuse me,” she muttered, keeping her head down. “His doctor told me to prep him for–What the he–” She cut herself off as she recognized the eyes above the surgical-mask-wearing-person that’d just dragged her into an empty room.

“Now, I really doubt that, doll,” he teased, removing his mask. “Ain’t I a lucky one to run into you in such a convenient manner?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question, Missy.” As he spoke he pushed her slowly until her back met the wall, effectively trapping her.

As soon as her back hit the cold surface, she raised a knife to his neck. “I am trying to do the job I was hired to do, and I’m starting to get the sneaking suspicion that you’re the one that keeps fucking up my plans.”

“Ooh, let me guess, you’ve killed people for less?” He started cackling again, seemingly excited by the thought.

She smirked. “You could say that.”

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t let you kill poor Mr. Dent. I need him for a little game I’m playing with the Batman.” He traced a finger along the blade of the knife just lightly enough that he didn’t cut himself.

“See the problem with that,” she dug the knife in a little deeper, drawing a thin line of blood along the side of his neck, “is if I don’t get this job done, I’m going to have Gotham’s infamous mob after me.”

“And what if I told you that I had that, uh, mob under my thumb?”

“I’d say that when I get paid for a job, I fucking do it.”

He leaned forward until their noses were brushing, inadvertently making the cut deeper. Not that he seemed to care. “Loyalty. I like that.”

She scoffed. “I’m not loyal to those assholes. I just keep my word.”

“Then how about you just … delay his execution for a bit? Let the boy enjoy a little revenge before you kill him?”

Y/N let her eyes roam around his face while she thought about it. He was an interesting one, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what he had planned. “That, I can do. You keep shitting all over my plans anyway. Which reminds me, it was your guys that shot at the mayor, right?”

“In a manner of, uh, speaking.”

Her eyes lit up as she realized what he was implying. “So you’re the guy I didn’t recognize! I had info on everyone that had checked in to be in that line, and then you showed up instead of the last one.”

“Right you are, dollface, but I’m afraid we’re gonna have to continue this later. I’ve got chaos to spread.” He leaned forward enough just enough that their lips grazed together in the ghost of a kiss.

Y/N was surprised, but not mad at the development, so she allowed the hand holding the knife to fall to her side. “For the record,” she cleared her throat in a poor attempt to hide the fact that she enjoyed that little touch, “the suit looked way better than the nurse getup.”

Again, he cackled, this time backing away a little. “I like you. You should make a quick getaway, sweetheart; things are about to get hot around here.” And then he donned the mask once more and danced out of the room.

The next couple of days went by in a strange blur for Y/N. She mostly spent the time following Harvey around right up until Batman shoved him down a hole in a fatal fall that was significantly aided by the tiny poison dart she shot into his neck once he landed. After that, she mostly lamented the fact that the one interesting person in the city, the Joker she’d since learned, had been captured the night the whole city was threatened.

Never one to do anything she wasn’t getting paid for, Y/N wouldn’t be breaking her amusement out of Arkham, but she did keep her ears open for information about the man. Instead, she tripped over the realization that one Bruce Wayne was Batman when she talked–interrogated–to the man that almost spilled his secret identity on  the news.

Be that as it may, she didn’t expect to return to her apartment from buying groceries to find Wayne himself lounging on her couch. “Apparently I need to call pest control,” she muttered automatically, “someone’s let vermin in.” She slammed her bags down on her kitchen counter in irritation before returning to the living room to stare at her unwelcome guest expectantly.

“I trust I don’t have to tell you to keep your … new knowledge to yourself,” he responded casually. “And you can put that knife away, I’m not here to fight.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” she said despite the fact that she returned the purple-handled pocket knife to her waistband. She’d been amused when she saw it at the store, and bought it on a whim. “I know what you did to my employer. Cost me a paycheck.”

“On the contrary, I’m here to thank you. You helped us save Harvey’s reputation by killing him”

“And made him a fucking martyr. Lovely.”

“And made quite the name for yourself here while you were at it: Red Queen, Killer of Gotham’s White Knight,” he proclaimed. This was immediately followed by a shrug. “At least that’s what the paper said.” His eyes narrowed. “They left out the whole ‘friend of Joker’ part at my request.”

“And yet the name is still derivative. Interesting,” she deadpanned. “Wonder how long it’ll take someone to connect the dots. That being said, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. All I know is that the news said Mr. Dent died from a fall.”

Another shrug. “They found a dart later, and his system was full of morphine. Enough to kill several men.”

“First I’ve heard of it,” came her cool reply. “And besides, if that’s true how can you possibly be sure that that assassin was connected to the Joker. Let alone that it’s me.”

“If it’s so absurd, how about you explain this,” Wayne prompted, slapping a tablet onto the coffee table between them.

Against her better judgement, Y/N caved to her curiosity and picked up the device. Displayed there in full technicolor was a crystal-clear image of the barely-kiss between the Joker and herself.”

“Now I’m no expert,” his voice was almost mocking now, “but that’s you, and that doesn’t look like you don’t know him.”

“Your point?” Annoyed, she threw the tablet back at him like a frisbee, which he caught much to her displeasure.

“We’re at an impasse on the police front. You know who I am, and I know where you are. The commissioner isn’t looking for you because he’s busy with everything else that’s happening.”

“I don’t tell; you don’t tell. I’m not an idiot, Mr. Wayne.”

“Then as long as you stay away from the Joker we can keep it that way.”

“I don’t appreciate being threatened in my own home, Mr. Wayne,” this time his name was said through gritted teeth.

“And I don’t like assassins coming into my city and shacking up with people like the goddamn Joker. Stay away from him.” With that, he stood and straightened his obviously-expensive suit. “I hope we don’t meet anytime soon, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Fuck off.”

No less than five minutes after the bat-obsessed vigilante left, Y/N heard the front door open again from her place in the kitchen. Cautiously, she retrieved the loaded sawed-off shotgun from its place under the counter. “What’s the matter, Mr. Wayne?” she taunted as she crept from the kitchen to the living room. “Forget something?”

“Replace me already?” a different, familiar voice mocked right back. 

Gun still aimed at approximately chest-high, Y/N rounded the corner. She relaxed somewhat upon recognizing the intruder. “Joker?”

“A shotgun?” He used one finger to push the barrel away, grin beaming all the while. “Woman after my own heart.”

She rolled her eyes but relaxed her grip on the gun so that it hung limply by her side. “I’m not even gonna ask how you found me.”

“But it was so interesting,” he whined playfully. A smirk pulled at his lips.

“Joker,” her voice was warning.

“Oh alright, but you have to tell me about what good ol’ Mr. Wayne wanted. I had to wait out in the cold for him to leave. For hours, Y/N.”

“It’s 70 degrees out.”

“Oh, come on, dollface. What’s with the attitude? I thought we had something special.”

“You damn well why Wayne was here,” she snapped. “First, I make a fucking martyr because I listened to you, and now I’ve got a billionaire breaking into my place threatening to stay away from you! Special or not, I’m in the middle of a Gotham City Shitstorm because of you, and I never even got paid for it!”

“I’m not that blind, sweetheart.” His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip. “You love the chaos. You live for it. I’ve seen your record. You only take jobs that you think will be interesting, because you thrive under the pressure.” As he spoke, he stalked closer, forcing her to step back, until he had her pressed against a wall just like last time. “Am. I. Wrong?” Those last words were muttered right beside her ear, breath causing goosebumps to form along her skin.

By that point, Y/N had quietly drawn that knife back out with her free hand and had the tip of the blade pressed lightly against his groin.

“I’d ask if you’ve got a knife to my balls or if you’re happy to see me, but I know you’re happy to see me,” he stated casually.

To that, she rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t answered me yet, sweetheart,” he taunted. He turned his head so those scarred lips brushed against the bare skin of her neck. “You crave the adrenaline from jobs like this, don’t you?”

She shivered. “You could say that,” she smirked as she repeated her answer from the first time they met. 

The Joker used surprisingly gentle fingers to pry the shotgun out of her hand before setting it on a shelf beside them. “So join me. Just,” sharp inhale as her now-free hand slid up to grasp at the front of his vest, “imagine how much fun we could have playing both sides of ol’ Batsy.”

In a flash, she used that free hand to reach up while he was distracted to grab his hair and yank his head back so she could look him in the eye. Granted, she didn’t expect the quiet moan and ensuing giggle from him. Arousing as that was, Y/N chose to ignore it. For now. “And what do you get out of it?”

He practically purred at the question. “You.”

A laugh escaped her at the simplicity of the answer. Impulsively, she started leaving open-mouthed kisses along his exposed throat. “I think I can live with that.”

From there, he positively howled with insane cackling. “Ol’ Gotham won’t know what hit ‘em!”

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

To Keep You Safe

Title: You committed, I’m your crime

Chapter: 4/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki. 

Rating: E (later on)

Notes: Reminder that this is un-Beta’d, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors I no doubt missed upon my revisions!

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings for this chapter: Language, blood, injury, destruction

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After my little stunt on the roof, Tony decided my superpower training with Wanda needed to begin immediately. Waiting until I fully healed wasn’t an option if I was going to destroy the Compound with a–totally justified–mood swing.

Wanda did her very best in trying to help me figure this whole geokinesis thing out. She was patient and didn’t give up on me even when I gathered my hair in my hands and shrieked in frustration. She ignored any bellyaching or whining I sent her way and remained the ever-supportive tutor. Through our combined perseverance, I slowly became aware of the constant thrumming inside me, like a thousand bees buzzing just beneath my skin that got really pissed off when I was surrounded by nature or experienced heightened emotions. We worked for hours outside each day, her coaching me to harness my emotions and funnel them outward properly–AKA not mindless destruction of expensive property and killing of houseplants. It was frustratingly easy for her. She’d been working on her powers for years, while I’d had less than a week.

It was exhausting work, and I hadn’t even started fight training with Nat yet. That woman was going to kick my ass six ways to Sunday, and to say I was dreading it was an understatement of epic proportions. I collapsed into bed each night and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, often forgetting to shower or eat until I woke up disgusting and ravenous the next morning. It was easy to understand some of my new roommates’ preference for protein drinks. I chugged them down on my way to the lawn in the middle of the Compound each morning, forcing myself to get something in my system before we began.

Half of the time I just looked constipated as I stared at leaves or small rocks, willing them to do what I commanded and getting discouraged as the wind proved more effective. Then something would move, but not how I wanted, and we’d have to try again but harder or differently. It wasn’t a very satisfying process, to say the least.

I even had some meetings with Bruce. He knew more than anyone how important it was to keep a handle on strong emotions and, since that seemed to be a huge trigger for me and I refused to let Tony hire an actual professional about it, offered to help me out as best as he could.

“Jen, what seems to set off your anger the most?” Bruce asked kindly during one of our ‘sessions’. Sitting in his office of neutral warm beige and soft lighting, He might as well be my therapist. With him perched across from me in a tasteful armchair and me cross-legged on a plush couch, we at least looked the part. All he was missing was a clipboard and look of feigned interest. But if it meant less destructive outbursts and my eventual freedom I’d pour my guts out to him all day long.

“Loki.” The answer came without hesitation. That Asgardian serpent knew how to get under my skin like nothing else, and always took advantage of that fact at the worst time. Although to be fair, he did make everything worse when he deemed us worthy of his presence, so it wasn’t just me.

“Why does he bother you so much? He can’t hurt you, not here. He’s stuck on base so we can keep an eye on him, so he has to play nice. And you’re getting better at controlling your powers, so you can fight back. He only has the power to hurt you because you let him.”

The truthful answer immediately sprang to mind, but I hesitated, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and staring at the floor. I didn’t talk about my past. Bruce was a great guy, and he wouldn’t judge me, but talking about it meant feeling it again, and I wasn’t so great with that feeling thing people were supposed to do. Much easier to work myself to death and pass out to some fun nightmares, then repeat. But to make him explain the deeply rooted loathing that I harbored for Loki, I’d have to give him some sort of explanation.

When I looked up to him, hoping that he would just let it go, the curious concern on his face appeared well and truly settled onto his worn features. He even sank further into the cushioned chair, as if he could wait all day for me to reply. “He’s an annoying little shit,” I tried, internally crossing my fingers that he’d believe my easy and obvious answer.

“We all know that. But he also doesn’t make us angry enough that we break an entire wall of windows or kill a tree just by walking by it.”

Oops.

“His face is just really punchable?” I tried again. Going by the unchanged expression on his face, it didn’t work.

Damn. Guess it was honesty time.

“He destroyed my life years ago. Seeing his smirking face every day just rubs it in. He shouldn’t be free to roam around after what he did,” I mumbled quickly, staring down at my hands twisting in my lap. I had taken to carrying a palm-sized pointed stone in my pocket at all times. It gave me something to practice with when I was idle, and the paranoid side of me knew that I might one day need some sort of weapon I could manipulate while surrounded by man-made materials. I fiddled with it now, turning it over in my fingers and rubbing one side absentmindedly with my thumb. Anything to avoid looking at Bruce as he peeled away my protective layers to reveal my soft, gooey insides.

“The Battle of New York? Tony told me you worked at Stark Tower when it happened. But you’re here. You’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, and if he did, it wasn’t permanent,” Bruce soothed, his voice laced with sincere compassion.

“He didn’t hurt me, no.”

“I know that trauma can linger for years after-”

“I don’t have PTSD. Tony paid for me to see a therapist after the attack, and I worked though the trauma of the situation. I’m not afraid of that happening again,” I muttered, clenching the rock tightly as I looked up to him. Anger was simmering just beneath my skin, mixing unpleasantly with deep grief that I did my best to keep safely stored away at the back of my mind at all times.

“If you don’t have lingering trauma, and you aren’t permanently injured, how did Loki destroy your life?” Bruce prodded, digging deeper and deeper. “Without getting to the root of this issue, it’s never going to get better.”

“He took it from me.”

“I don’t understa-”

“He took it from me!,” I snapped and stood up, my anger boiling over as my free hand reached into my grey sweater and pulled out the golden necklace always around my neck. I stepped closer so that Bruce could see the small circular pendant. Etched into the gold were the shaky whorls of a thumbprint. My other hand gripped the stone so tightly that the edges drew blood from my palm, but I didn’t care. All I could feel were the tears pricking my eyes and the swarm of bees searching for release from beneath my skin.

“He took them from me. My mom. My dad. Michael, my twin brother. I see his face every day in the mirror and feel him around my neck, and I see their mangled bodies that I was forced to identify every time I look at his smug, arrogant asshole face! And he just gets to walk free around this place like he didn’t kill hundreds of people that day, and wreck the lives of those left behind! He feels nothing for what he did,” I shouted, my rapid-fire words tearing from my throat in an impressive shriek.

I turned away from Bruce to avoid the pity I knew I would see. It would be the same look that I got whenever I told anybody the story, which is exactly why I didn’t mention it. Ever. I stared up at the ceiling and blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down my face. Without waiting for his response I stormed from the room, leaving a stunned Dr. Banner in my wake.

Outside his office I jogged up the stairs, my eyes downcast as I focused on just getting away from that room. From the words I hadn’t spoken out loud in years to anyone. Speaking it made it real again, and that ache ripping my heart to shreds was one I wanted to avoid if at all possible. So preoccupied with my retreat and holding myself together, I didn’t notice the wall of pure muscle coming down the stairs until I ran straight into it.

“Milady! How are yo-what is wrong?” Thor went from surprised and happy to worry in an instant as I stumbled against him. His hands gripped my upper arms to steady me as he stooped down to take in my red blotchy face, the tears that had slipped down my cheeks, and the blood slowly dripping from my hand. “What happened?”

I lifted my bloodshot eyes to his, searching for pity and coming up empty. Only careful regard and fierce protectiveness furrowed his brow. Rubbing the back of my injured hand against my cheeks, I shook my head harshly. “Ask your brother,” I croaked, pulling away from him and rushing up the stairs.

“Loki!” The booming voice of Thor shook the art upon the walls like the thunder he commanded as he stormed away in the opposite direction. Good. Maybe he could knock that shit-eating grin off his face. If anyone could handle Loki, it was his brother.

I paid no attention to the assembled Avengers in the kitchen, even after Steve and Vision called after me. I needed to get to a safe place, one without rocks or plants or anything else my powers could use as a projectile. I barged inside my room without uttering a word. After my incident on the roof with the windows, I’d come back to find all of the decorative plants removed from my room. At first, I’d been insulted, but critical thinking made me realize it was for the best. The only weapon in my bedroom was the rock clutched in my hand and my body wasn’t going to fight itself for it.

I hadn’t even taken three steps into the room before I heard banging on my door.

“Pebbles, let’s talk, kid. Why is Thor trying to rearrange Loki’s face?” Tony’s frustrated voice projected into my room through F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s speakers installed in the ceiling. Our rooms weren’t fully soundproof, but regular shouting was barely audible through the thick walls and heavy door. The blood rushing through my ears didn’t help matters, either.

I stared up at the nearest speaker in silence, focusing on tamping down the roaring in my ears and itching beneath my skin. I wasn’t going to open that door until I had myself under control, and a chat with Tony wasn’t going to suddenly undo all of the hurt that I fought daily to keep bottled away inside.

“Pebbles?,” I called out, picking up on the new nickname and ignoring his question purposefully.

“Pebbles. You can throw tiny rocks around. It’s cute.” I picked up on the smirk in his voice followed a couple of heavy bangs on the door. “Now open the door and let’s hash this out, Pebbles.”

“I’m good.” I threw myself dramatically down onto my bed. I was not in the mood to deal with Tony right now. I just needed to sit and stew and maybe break a few things. Then it’d all be fine and I could go on my merry way of stunted emotions and repressed thoughts.

“No can do. Gotta be a grown-up and talk it out,” his firm, no-nonsense voice grated on my agitated nerves.

Talk it out? No thanks.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Leave. Me. Alone,” I replied, directing my words and a pillow at the continuous banging on the door. As soon as the pillow thumped uselessly against it, the echoing knocks stopped.

“But I do, Jen,” came Wanda’s soft voice through the speaker. Bruce must have gotten her.

“Ugh.” I stood up, wiping away the last of my tears from my face as I went to the door. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out through my mouth, I opened the door. Thankfully, only Wanda and Tony stood on the other side. The rest of the gang must have gone to watch the spectacle I’m sure Thor and Loki were making. The disappointment on Tony’s face cut me to my core, so I averted my gaze to Wanda. She offered me a sympathetic smile, cocking her head toward the room behind me. I stepped aside and let her through with a flourish of my hand.

I groaned in defeat and looked up at a frowning Tony. “Tell Thor to back off. I’m sure he’s done enough damage as it is,” I muttered, dropping my chin to my chest and closing the door on him.

I turned around to find Wanda sitting on the couch, her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped in front of her. It was still surreal to have The Scarlet Witch just hanging out in my bedroom, even after daily training sessions for over a week.

“You know that I had a brother. Pietro,” she spoke softly, her eyes trained on me as I crossed over to sit beside her. “I also lost him because of another’s hatred. And it is a knife in my chest that never goes away. Sometimes I forget that it’s there, but then it comes back sharper and more painful than ever. But I can’t let that control me.”

I walked over and plopped down beside her with a thoughtful frown. I could feel my slick blood on the stone’s surface as I worried it, but the stinging in my hand was inconsequential to the turmoil inside. It could be taken care of later. “That’s easier said than done,” I muttered.

Wanda raised a hand covered in red light, twisting it. My bathroom door opened, and then I heard my medicine cabinet open and close. The first aid kit found in each bathroom of the Compound, because Tony knows his guests and their occupational hazards, levitated out and into her waiting hand. She gently took the rock from me and set it on the coffee table in front of us so she could tend to my injury with gentle touches as she spoke.

“It is. And I also thought that getting revenge for his loss would make me feel better. I ripped out the heart of Ultron. I watched him die, and the pain didn’t lessen. I still woke up reaching for him each morning and looking for him first when I needed to talk. It doesn’t fix the pain, Jen,” she murmured, dabbing at the small but plentiful cuts on my hand with a cleansing wipe.

“I have to see him every day. He gets to be free around this base without any issue,” I spat, clenching my teeth against the sting of the antibacterial solution.

“Being trapped isn’t without its downsides. Besides, I know for a fact that Thor is giving him a sound lesson as we speak. He has tried to atone for his mistakes,” she pushed, unwrapping a set of bandages and slowly rewrapping them around my hand.

She was at least right about one thing. From the crashes of thunder and darkening sky, the anger a certain God of Thunder currently held for Loki was made clear.

“It’s not enough,” I replied, my extreme emotions slowly fading to leave me feeling drained more than anything else. My usual state after the Battle, to be honest.

“Would you see him dead? If given the opportunity, would you take this rock and drive it through his heart? Honestly?” She finished up the dressing with a piece of medical tape to hold everything in place. Undeterred by my drying blood on the rock, she picked it up and held it out to me.

“I… don’t know,” I whispered, taking the heavy stone from her slowly and staring at it to avoid her knowing gaze.

“I don’t think you’re a murderer, Jen. And I’ve met several of them,” Wanda offered and stood up with a heavy sigh. “I’m not telling you that you’re not allowed to feel this. But you won’t like the person that you turn into if it’s all that you feel.” She squeezed my shoulder before leaving me alone with my conflicted thoughts.

I gathered the bloodied medical supplies and took them to the trash before walking to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my room. Thor must have found Loki outside, as there were scorch marks on the ground and twisted remnants of metal benches scattered around the open green lawn.

I wasn’t a murderer. That I knew deep down inside. If Loki was powerless before me right now and I had a gun to his temple, I wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. I couldn’t have that blood on my conscience. Did I want him to know my pain? Yeah, for sure. He showed no remorse for his actions. He sauntered around like he owned the place, as if the feelings of others were inconsequential and insignificant.

But he didn’t deserve to die. If anything, he deserved to grapple with the guilt of the lives he ruined for the rest of his immortal life. And maybe an occasional beating from his incredibly strong brother. But if he was going to learn from his mistakes, he at least needed to know what he did wrong first.

“Shit, I have to talk to Loki,” I groaned, dropping my forehead against the cool glass in front of me.

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I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. Wanda must have told everyone to give me some space as no one came to bother me. During that time, I practiced. I sat on my bed, staring at my blood-stained rock and forcing it to move around the room, to do what I wanted it to and not lose control. Hours passed with my fighting the weariness of my mind and body until the natural light outside my room disappeared and was replaced with cool blue moonlight.

If there was any time to find Loki, it was now. His displeasure for the company of the Avengers wasn’t exactly a secret, leaving him to do the majority of his skulking around after hours. After his fight earlier with Thor, I knew he’d want to confront me. He wasn’t one to just take something lying down. All I needed to do was leave the sanctuary of my room.

After I stowed my rock inside my pocket, I threw on a pair of black tennis shoes and put my disheveled dark hair into a ponytail. The hum of electricity and fan of the heating system were the only sounds in the Compound other than my steps ringing firmly on the stairs as I jogged up to the roof. It was one of my favorite places and I was banking on that being common knowledge. I settled onto a large boulder in the middle of the garden, my back to the roof access door, and waited. He’d come.

“I should drive this knife through your throat right now,” Loki’s low silken voice was in my ear the second I felt two lean arms constrict around me, one around my shoulders to yank me against his rigid chest, and the other holding said knife to the soft skin of my neck. 

That didn’t take long.

“Why don’t you?” I ground out, stretching my head back against his shoulder to keep the blade from nicking my skin. I was engulfed by his presence. From the feeling of his taut body against my back to the heady scent of leather and spice, to his breath blowing across my ear, I was surrounded.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he hissed, the dagger around my neck disappearing as if it had never existed. His hands went to my shoulders and roughly spun me around before one went to my throat. He squeezed, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to let me know that he was the one in control of the situation. I swallowed and felt his hand shift over the nervous movement of my neck.

In the softly lit garden, I could just make out the damage Thor had done to him. The rolled-up sleeves of his dark button-down did little to hide the bruising blows that must have gotten through his armor, and his strikingly handsome face looked dreadful. Cuts marred his sharp cheekbones, and a large black eye only served to highlight the malice in his piercing emerald eyes.

Handsome? Nope, I didn’t just think that about the man threatening to strangle me.

Still, I couldn’t appear too weak. Calling upon the energy pulsing beneath my skin, I beckoned the sharpened, blood-stained rock from my pocket and put it to his own throat. My hours of practice that I had put myself through earlier showed in the slight tremor it gave in the air, but I dug deep to maintain it’s threatening position against his pulse. I would never do more, press it any harder, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Why did you send my brother to fight me?” he asked, glancing at my makeshift weapon with no concern before shifting his manic eyes back to mine.

Best get to the point before he strangled it out of me. 

“You killed my family,” I choked out around his grip, wrapping both of my hands around his wrist. For all my tugging at his arm, I was rewarded with his grip on my airway tightening ever-so-slightly but not budging besides that. It was enough of a message to still my hands but they remained on his oddly cold skin.

His steely gaze met mine, filled with fury. With a smirk, he grabbed the rock I held to his throat and it disappeared from his grip just like his dagger had. Well, shit. “And now what? You want to fight me? Or, rather, send Thor to fight your battles since you are too weak and irrational to take me on? You wouldn’t stand a chance,” he smirked, stepping closer until he had to look down his nose to see into my eyes.

“Try me, God of Mischief,” I replied through gritted teeth, my eyes flicking over to a tree behind him. With great effort, I directed the buzzing of power inside of me to find the weakest point in the tree. Locating it, my bandaged hand let go of Loki, clenched into a fist, and broke off a bare, dead branch. It flew over at the beckoning of my curled fingers, poised against his throat.

His sadistic smile grew at the thin limb pressing into his jugular. Without moving a muscle, Loki wrenched it from my control and soared across the Compound away from us. I was fighting a losing battle, but it didn’t stop me from trying.

“Learned a new trick, mortal? How quaint. But you won’t win against me,” he whispered, pulling my body flush against his by the hand at my throat, his breath cool against my ear. After one last demonstrative squeeze, he released me, pushing me away from him.

I fell to my knees as soon as I was free, taking deep gulps of sweet, sweet air. His icy touch sent goosebumps down my spine and lingered on my skin for far too long after it was gone. A weariness from manipulating my abilities for so long also tugged on my limbs, urging me to rest and recuperate from the strain. I remained kneeling, gathering my strength, as I scowled at him. “You ruined everything. You deserved it.”

“Get in line, darling. It’s hardly unusual behavior for me,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug.

“You should pay for what you did!” I hissed, standing up and advancing on him.

He stood his ground, looking down at me with all the fear a panther holds for a mouse. “You know nothing of my recompenses. I know full well what I did on that day,” he seethed, the terrifying anger that radiated off of him made all the more imposing by his tall frame as he towered over me.

I flinched; I couldn’t help it. I was provoking a god, and the tension in his body and rage in his eyes spoke of power much stronger than my own. He had held his own against Thor earlier, only receiving a few bruises and scrapes for his troubles. What did I expect to be able to do if he decided to fully unleash the barely-contained ire that poured off of him? I bluffed that he wouldn’t be able to hurt me, but how far did the protection of his brother and Tony really reach? Besides the threat of another beating and possible imprisonment, there wasn’t anything stopping him from ending my life here and now and then disposing of me just like the throwing knives he so easily manipulated into and out of existence.

“I am not the same god that ravaged that city.” His harsh breath blew across my face as he advanced towards me, forcing me to back up until my body hit the cold glass windows behind me. I desperately clung to any iota of control I had over my powers as they bubbled beneath the surface seeking an outlet for the heightened response his closeness instilled in me. Craning my neck to meet the piercing eyes of the fair-skinned man crowding me, I saw no difference to the same villain that invaded New York City years ago, and I voiced that opinion.

“My actions on that day were not done with my full consent,” he admitted, some of the fury that furrowed his brow escaping with his strangled sigh. I could’ve sworn that he looked haunted for a moment, but I must have been mistaken because the cold gleam shining once again in his eyes was so intense that it appeared etched into his features. “No matter, as I have suffered the consequences either way.”

“Then add this to your list of consequences,” I whispered, reaching between us to pull my necklace from beneath my clothing. I shoved it into his face. “His name was Michael Thompson. My twin was murdered sitting in a cab with my parents from your Chitauri army. And every time I look at your stupid face, at my face, I’m reminded of it. I can never escape it, and you shouldn’t be able to either,” I said, my voice shaking with too many emotions that I wouldn’t name and fought desperately to stifle. I was not going to lose control, not after digging up the courage to face him.

Loki’s eyes quickly glanced down at the necklace before coming back to me, searching them quizzically. His jaw clenched as he took in my expression, and a look I could only describe as pain cracked the harsh veneer he usually maintained.

“I do know what it’s like to lose those I hold dear. This I promise you,” he breathed, his words drifting across my face in a mint-scented cloud before he turned and quickly left the rooftop. Leaving me standing there alone, shaking from an overload of emotions and struggling to catch my breath.

Free from his intensity, I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, trying to quiet my ragged breath so I could listen to see if he returned to finish what he had barely begun. I had done what I had set out to accomplish. I made him face the harsh realities of his selfish actions years ago, literally shoved the evidence in his face, and forced him to listen to me. For all the good that it did. He had lived for centuries. What was the plight of a woman who was but a blip on the timeline of his life going to change anything?

The first bit of the conversation that I truly didn’t understand was the conclusion. ’I do know what it’s like to lose those I hold dear.’ Who had this heartless man lost? To have lost means that he must have loved someone, and who would he deem worthy of his affections? He made it abundantly clear that everyone was beneath him, dull creatures compared to the superiority of his godliness.

Had Loki had a heart at one point in his life? Was he born with the black shriveled-up stone that he most definitely possessed now? He must have been a little boy at some point in his life. Although, to be honest, I wasn’t actually sure if Asgardians just came into existence fully grown and, in his case, ready to piss off the world or, in his brother’s case, ready to save it. Could there really be a reason for the loathing that he harbored for the world?

Nope. Not going to try to humanize the murdering bastard.

The second thought that nagged at my overworked mind was that he claimed to have not been fully in control of himself during the invasion. Was that a lie? Recalling the haunted expression that had flashed in his dark eyes for the briefest of moments, it was doubtful. That had been the face of someone who had known true pain. Was the God of Lies that good of an actor? This new tidbit of information hadn’t been brought to my attention before, but I also hadn’t lifted my nose from the grindstone to really pay attention to much since I lost my family.

If it was true, then what in the hell had been strong enough to make him do something he didn’t want to do? Loki was a thousand-year-old god with incredible amounts of will, strength, and power. He didn’t just bend his knee and listen to anyone who could manage to get a word in edgewise. No, his cooperation would have had to been taken from him, as there seemed to be no one who he would freely give it to. I was under no illusion that he was playing along with his captivity now, perhaps having nothing else better to do than to hang around until a more enjoyable opportunity came along. 

Did Loki actually fear something and have a weakness like us pathetic mortals?

Obviously I needed to get some sleep if I was starting to go down that road. I was delusional with exhaustion.

Yep. That’s it.

[camillemontespan]

lost stars [AU. Drake, Camille, Leo and Olivia] [part four: charcoal]

Part Three if you want to catch up.

Found some time to write this as I’ve been waking up really early this past week. Hope you enjoy.

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @sirbeepsalot @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @iplaydrake  @emceesynonymroll @dcbbw @carabeth @katedrakeohd @be-still-my-aching-heart @drakewalkerisreal @pedudley @tacohead13

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It was Camille's birthday. 27. She yawned, padding through to the living room. She tightened her silk grey dressing gown around her frame and prepared herself for Leo's usual birthday routine he did for her. This always involved him waiting for her, naked, with a rose between his teeth. Last year, she had found him reclining on the rug on the living room floor.  It always made her laugh.

He wasn't in the living room. Camille frowned and searched the rest of the apartment. Nothing. They had gone to bed together last night.

Camille spotted a post it stuck to the fridge. She read it over, her heart sinking.

Gone for a run! See you later! L x

It wasn't that Camille loved birthdays. She didn't care for them to be honest. But she would have appreciated Leo's naked rose routine because it meant that maybe he was still a good boyfriend to her. Maybe she had been unnecessarily harsh with him. Maybe underneath it all, they were still a good match.

But no. He had forgotten.

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Leo was running through Central Park. He used to hate running but Camille had taught him to love it. Today was going to be a good day. Workout, coffee run, back home for some sexy times with Camille then watch the football on TV. Awesome.

As he ran, he saw a redhead running ahead of him. When she looked to the side, Leo saw she was Olivia.

'Liv!' he called. She didn't hear him.

Leo picked up the pace and began to run after her. 'Nevrakis! Liv! Olivia! Redhead!'

He reached her and grabbed her arm.

'OWWWW!'

Olivia had kicked him in the dick.

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'I am so sorry..'

Leo waved away Olivia's apology as they sat on the kerb outside a grocery store. Leo had a pack of frozen peas covering his crotch.

'Hey, I grabbed you. Stupid idea, I should have known better. Never grab a girl without consent. Also never grab you because you are lethal!'

Olivia winced. 'Let me buy you a coffee as an apology,' she suggested.

Leo smiled. 'Well I was going to get a coffee after my run anyway so sure, that works.'

Olivia helped him up and they wandered along to the coffee shop, Leo limping as he went.

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Camille's phone flashed up with a text and her heart skipped when she saw it was Drake.

Stop it.

Camille read the text. Facebook tells me it's your birthday so happy birthday. Anything nice planned?

Camille bit her lip. Lie and say Leo has planned to take her out for a fancy meal? Or be honest and say her day was suddenly empty?

She was honest. Nothing really. Leo's forgotten.

His text back was instant. Seriously? He's forgotten? Fucking hell.

She replied. It's honestly okay.

His text came through 30 seconds later. No it's not. Come meet me. I'll take you for a drink.

Camille chuckled. Its 10am, too early for a drink!

Drake's text: Hell, it's 5pm somewhere right?

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Drake and Camille met at a bar an hour later. They were the only ones there.

Drake ordered a beer and a glass of wine. As he waited for the bartender to get the drinks, Drake looked over at Camille who was sat at a table in the corner. She looked sad. Drake resolved to try cheer her up.

'So Tobey, 27 years old!' he said as he sat down opposite her. Camille rolled her eyes. 'My name is not Tobey!'

Drake gave her a wink. 'It is. We've already agreed that you're the shit spiderman.'

Camille sipped her wine. 'How very dare you,' she replied dryly.

Drake laughed and swigged his beer. Camille smiled. 'How old are you then?'

'28,' Drake replied.

'Eww you're an old man..' Camille whispered. Drake pretended to be offended.

'I'm only a year older than you!'

Camille stuck her tongue out. 'Exactly, old man!'

Drake pointed at her and said, 'Enough back talk missy.'

Camille grabbed his finger and leaned forward, her eyes boring into his. 'That's exactly what old men say,' she whispered, a mischievous smirk on her face.

Drake looked down at his finger which she had grabbed. He swallowed. Camille, sensing the awkwardness, took her hand away and drank some more wine.

Her phone buzzed. 'Oh it's Leo,' she announced, addressing the elephant in the room. She frowned. 'He's with Olivia. Suggests we meet them.'

Drake shrugged. 'Do you want to?'

'Not really,' Camille admitted. 'I'm still a little pissed at him.'

Drake nodded. 'Sure. We can hang out just us then.'

'You don't want to see Olivia?'

There was a silence. Drake hadn't even thought of seeing his girlfriend. Camille didn't push it because she knew the answer. Instead, she gestured to the pool table. 'Want to play?'

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Leo and Olivia studied the coffee menu. 'What do you want?' Leo asked.

Olivia shook her head. 'I'm buying these.'

'No, it's cool. What do you want?'

'Leo, let me buy you a coffee. I kicked you in the balls for God's sake.'

Leo chuckled, realising he couldn't convince her. 'Fine. A latte please.'

Olivia ordered and she sat down on the sofa by the window. Leo waited for the drinks.

He brought them over and as he stood over the table to pass her her americano, she could smell his cologne. He smelled smokey, like charcoal.

Their eyes met as she took her coffee. Leo smiled and settled down beside her. 'So, what have you been up to?' he asked, focusing on her.

Olivia shrugged. 'Nothing really. Work.'

'How is work?'

Olivia rolled her eyes. 'Well, my boss is a bitch.'

Leo chuckled. 'Want me to hunt her down?'

'As if you could take her!' Olivia scoffed. Leo's mouth dropped open. 'Hey, I can be tough!'

Olivia sniggered. 'Says the guy who keeled over after I kicked him in the balls.'

'Hey, that shit fucking hurts!' Leo protested.

Olivia waved her hand dismissively. 'Oh please. You're so weak.'

'Right, so you think you would be fine being kicked in the balls, if you had any?'

Olivia stared at him steadily. 'Hey, I got balls. A whole set. Test me.'

'You're a badass aren't you?' Leo asked, his mouth quirking up at the corner.

Olivia shrugged. 'If you can breathe, you can stand, if you can stand, you can fight.'

'Where'd you hear that from?'

Olivia shrugged. 'I heard it somewhere and it's kinda become my mantra.'

Leo sat back, a slow grin forming on his face. 'I like it.'

Olivia smiled and sipped her coffee, Leo's gaze still on her.

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Drake watched as Camille leaned over the pool table with the cue, angling it into the right position. Drake was trying his best not to check her out because she was not a piece of meat, but Jesus Christ, that woman had a good ass.

He shook his head. Olivia also has a good ass. Think about her ass instead.

'Am I angled okay?' she asked. Drake snorted. 'Not telling. You're my competition, remember?'

Camille rolled her eyes and leaned closer, adjusting her grip. Drake smiled. 'You are holding it badly though.'

Camille tried to fix it. Drake shook his head and said, 'Not like that. Wait.' He moved towards Camille and stood close behind her.

He reached to take her hand and adjusted her grip on the cue. Her hands were cool. Drake's chin was close to her shoulder and Camille became acutely aware of the heat developing in her core as his body touched hers. If she turned her head, she could easily press her lips against his. Camille felt her cheeks burn at the thought and she pushed it down and cleared her throat.

Drake blushed and stood up quickly. He watched as Camille made her play.

'And that's how it's done!' Camille said after she putted the black ball into the pocket.

Drake sighed. 'I helped you.'

Camille giggled. 'Only a little.'

'I'm hurt,' Drake replied.

'Loser buys a drink!' Camille announced. Drake chuckled. 'Fine, whatever you want, Montespan.'

Camille handed him the pool cue. Their fingers brushed gently as he went to take it from her. 'I've actually had a good birthday,' Camille said quietly. 'Thank you.'

Drake smiled. 'No problem. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.'

There was a loaded silence. Drake's eyes roamed her face, focusing in on her mouth. 'Do you ever think maybe we're with the wrong people?' he whispered, the words escaping his mouth before he could stop them.

Camille frowned. 'What do you mean?'

Drake bit his lip. There was no going back. 'I mean you're with Leo and I'm with Olivia.. Does it ever feel.. wrong? Like maybe we're better suited? And Leo and Liv would be better together?'

Camille stared at him, her face turning pale. Drake instantly regretted asking her. What had he expected to happen? Did he really think she would have thrown her arms around him? Agreed with him profusely?

'I can't believe you've just asked me that..' she whispered, her brown eyes huge. 'Drake, I know I'm having problems with Leo but that's no excuse for you to ask me such a thing. You're with Olivia, she loves you. What we have.. I can't let you ruin your relationship because of me. I won't be that woman.'

Drake blinked. Okay, he really hadn't been expecting that reaction. Maybe he had just imagined their chemistry? Maybe he had placed more importance on their kiss than she did.

'Camille, I'm sorry,' he told her. 'I spoke out of turn-'

'Damn right you did,' she interrupted him. She looked so angry now. 'How twisted is it that you think we could just swap partners?! What the fuck Drake?'

'Camille, please, listen to me. I didn't mean it, I wasn't thinking straight-'

He tried to take her hand but she pushed him away. 'Please don't touch me.'

She began to storm away from him. Drake followed her out into the street and watched as she hailed a cab. It stopped for her and she climbed inside - Drake followed.

'Spring Street please - Drake, get out of my cab!' she shouted.

'No! Not until we settle this! I just want to apologise!'

'Apologise for suggesting we should break up with our partners and be together instead, and they do the same?!'

'Yes! It came out completely wrong!' Drake cried. The cab driver continued to drive, keeping his eyes on the road, ignoring their argument.

'Drake, what we have is really good, I like hanging out with you but I told you we had to be careful and now look! The opposite of careful! I don't want you to hurt Olivia!'

Drake stared at her. 'Camille, just forget I said anything, please.'

'How can I?!' she burst out.

The cab stopped at her door and she handed her money to the driver. Drake jumped out the vehicle and ran after her as she strode up the steps to her front door.

'Then tell me you don't have feelings for me,' Drake said. Camille whipped around. Drake looked at her, his shoulders slumped. He looked like an abandoned puppy.

'Why are you even asking me to do that?'

Drake sighed. 'Because if you don't have even some tiny feeling, we can just forget any of this happened and be normal. But I'm not an idiot Camille, I know a good thing when I see it. We are the same. I'd at least like to know where you stand and if you really don't feel the same, I can stop thinking about you.'

Camille gulped. 'You think about me?'

Drake closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face. 'Yes.'

He opened his eyes to see she was standing closer to him now. He decided to just keep talking, fill in the silence. 'I think about you when I'm in bed with my girlfriend,' he whispered, his face turning red. 'I think about you when I see Tobey fricking Maguire's face. I think about you in your towel, smelling of coconut and charcoal and Camille. I think about how funny you are, how cute you are. I think about how you’re so relaxed and it’s honestly refreshing, you know? I find myself thinking about you accidently. I know I shouldn't. I have no right to think about you because you're not mine but I do. I know you'll think I'm scum because I'm with Olivia but the truth is, since I met you, I think about you and no matter how much I try to push thoughts about you away, it doesn't work. I know I'm an asshole. I'm fully aware of that.'

Camille clenched her fists. 'You are an asshole. Such an asshole. You have a girlfriend and she loves you.'

Drake looked down, ashamed.

'But I think about you too,' Camille murmured. Drake's head shot up. 'You do?'

Camille reddened. 'Yes. When Leo.. When I'm with Leo. In bed. I think about you. I enjoy it.' Her voice was bitter. 'I really fucking enjoy it.'

Drake felt his body react before thoughts formed in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled Camille into him and their mouths crashed together. Camille let out a surprised gasp as they embraced. For a moment, Drake thought she was going to push him away but to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. He could taste her watermelon lip balm. It was delicious. He wanted to taste all of her.

Camille sank into him, focusing on the feel of his strong arms around her. Her hands ran up his arms and she could feel the muscle underneath. He was solid and broad, completely different to Leo's lean but toned frame. If she thought for a second that this was wrong, she pushed it away. Camille hadn't realised how much she had wanted him. But she did, she really did.

His hands tangled in her hair. Like their first kiss, this was desperate. This was fire. This was unashamedly passionate, their bodies merging together, holding each other tight.

Drake pushed her up against the door, not caring that they were making out in broad daylight. He didn't think about Leo or Olivia. All he was thinking about was Camille. He was thinking about how good a kisser she was. He was thinking about how delicate she felt in his arms. He was thinking about how amazing she smelled. He was thinking he could just drown in her forever.

Camille pulled away and stared at him, her chest rising and falling. A lock of her hair was loose against her eye. Drake reached out to push it behind her ear and Camille blushed at the intimacy of the gesture. She then took out her keys, hands shaking, and opened the door.

Drake followed her in.

[jeffersonstarships2099]

Everything

Fandom: Walking Dead

Characters: Shane Walsh/OC

Warnings: Attempted Assault, Violence, and Smut

A/N: Takes place in Season 3 at the prison. Shane and Lori never got together. And Shane survived. 

They were fine.

 They were alive.

 Shane’s hands gripped the steering wheel of the old beat up Chevy like a vice, blood oozing from his knuckles as his jaw clenched. Dana could see a faint bruise forming on his chin. She could tell he was pissed. Hell, he was beyond pissed. She could hear his rapid heartbeat as she sat in the passenger seat right next to him. His nostrils were flaring. He was trying to control his breathing. He hasn’t said a word to her since…since it happened. Dana glanced down at her own trembling hands. She could see the black and blue mark of the hand that had forcefully grasped her. Her stomach clenched as her words caught in her throat. She wanted to say something, anything.

 Anything to help him relax, to calm down.

 Her hands continued to shake. But how could she calm him down when she could barely keep control of herself? She mentally chastised herself. She was a cop before the world went to shit and the dead started walking. How could she be so shaken up from one incident?

 It was just supposed to be a simple run. In and out of the gas station down the road from the prison. It was supposed to be easy. So easy that Rick just sent her and Shane. Her heart rate started to pick up again.

 “Breathe, Dana,” She mentally told herself. They were alive. Her and Shane were still breathing.

 They were fine.

 They were alive.

  But it could have been worse, so much more worse.  Dana closed her eyes as the previous hour replayed in her head.

 “Just get the essentials, Shane,” She told the tall curly haired brunette as they entered the gas station. Her eyes quickly took in what the abandoned store had to offer.

 Shane looked back and smiled at her. “Nothin’ wrong with getting some little luxuries, Darlin’,” Shane said as he held a few bottles of whiskey he found on the back shelf. Dana smiled and shook her head. “Fine, just don’t tell Rick that.”

 “Remember snitches get stitches,” Shane joked.

 “Or end up in ditches,” Dana added for him.

 Shane gave her that lopsided grin of his that always had butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.  Hell, she always had butterflies in her stomach when Shane was around.  He had the power to turn her into a blubbering mess and she was completely fine with it.

 Because she was completely in love with the Southern cop.

 Too bad he didn’t know it.

 Maybe it was better this way. This world was too dangerous to get attached anyone. Death was an everyday occurrence.

 But she was already attached. Hell, she was so far gone it wasn’t even funny.

 “Any signs of walkers?” Shane asked as he continued to stuff canned goods into his backpack. Dana quickly glanced at the front of the store where the windows and doors were made of glass. She scanned the area and shook her head.

 “No, nothing.” She responded. “I’m going to go check the back really quick. There might be more food stocked up back there.  Shane nodded at her. “Just be quick. We can’t linger for too long.”

 Dana nodded and made her way towards the back of the store, her Glock 22 drawn in one hand and knife in the other. Her face lit up with a smile as she realized the back room was filled with canned foods. She let out a small laugh. Maybe today was going to be a good day after all. The young blonde holstered her firearm and stuck her knife in the side of her jeans. She quickly started filling her backpack with cans.

 Dana heard the door open behind her. Assuming it was Shane, she didn’t turn around. “Looks like we hit the jackpot today, Walsh.”

 “Yah, looks like we did,” a voice that was most definitely not Shane’s sneered behind her. Dana’s heart stopped as she froze. She stood up and turned around. There standing at the door were three greasy men that were eyeing her up and down. A dreadful shiver ran down Dana’s spine.

 This wasn’t going to end well.

 She’s been in this apocalypse long enough to know what men like that wanted.

 Her right hand slowly inched toward her hip in hopes of drawing her gun. However, one of the men noticed and drew his weapon on her.

 “Nah, Nah, Sweet Cheeks. Don’t even think about it. Hand up,” He taunted. Dana slowly put her hands up. Don’t show emotion. Don’t give them satisfaction, Dana thought to herself.

  “Come over here. Let’s take a look at ya,” The second one directed with a sniveling smile.

 Dana stood in her place, not wanting to go anywhere near them. The leader of the men didn’t like her defiance and stomped over to her and grabbed her by the hair.

 “Mother fucker!” Dana exclaimed as he dragged her out from the back room. Dana glanced around the store looking for Shane, hoping he was okay, that these three inbred assholes didn’t get the drop on him.

 The man pushed her face first into the wall as he put his body weight against her. Dana swiftly threw head back into his face. She heard a crunch as the man grunted in pain. Thinking this was her chance to escape, Dana tried to get away from his grip but the man quickly regained his bearings and kept her against the wall.  He held his gun to her head as he licked her ear. “You got some fight in you. I love it when they fight. It just makes it more rewarding…like breaking a wild horse,” the man sneered as his hand trailed up her torso and roughly grasped her breast. Tears made their way into Dana’s eyes as the man grinded his crotch into her ass.

 “Hurry up, Joe. I wanna get in there after ya.” The second man said.  Joe gave a laugh as his hands continued to roam Dana’s body, “You were right about hitting the jackpot today, Sugar Plum.”

 Suddenly a scream and gurgling sound was heard from behind them. Joe turned to look at his buddies. Dana glanced behind as well. Her heart swelled in mild relief as she realized Shane had stabbed one of the men in throat and was now wrestling with the third guy. Since Joe was distracted and had let some of his weight off of her, Dana was able to reach down into pants and retrieve her knife. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it into Joe’s upper thigh. The man screamed in pain as he recoiled in agony. Dana swiftly turned around and punched him in the face. She was about to hit him again when Shane tackled him to the ground. Shane continued to pummel Joe with his fists, over and over again.

 Dana just stood there watching him. Should she stop him? Did she even want to? The man deserved it. How many other women did he terrorize? How many more would he assault if he were to survive?

 A million thoughts ran through Dana’s head as she watched Shane beat the guy half way to death.  A low moan brought Dana out of her thoughts. The loud ruckus of the incident had attracted walkers.

 Dana grasped onto Shane’s shoulder as he continued to deliver blows. “Shane, we need to go.”

 Shane didn’t stop.

 “Shane!” Dana yelled. “We need to get out of here. Leave him for the walkers.”

 “We’re back,” Shane muttered as he pulled up to the prison. Dana glanced up to see Glenn and Maggie pull the gates open as Shane drove the truck into the prison yard. He promptly put the truck in park and went to open his door to get out. Dana immediately grabbed his arm. The former deputy turned to look at her. “Thank you,” she said softly. Shane’s dark eyes went from hard to soft for a second as he just gave her nod before exiting the vehicle.

 Dana took a deep breath and tried to calm her trembling.

 She was fine.

 She was alive.

 They both were.

 “How’d it go?” Maggie asked as Dana retrieved her backpack from the bed of the truck.  Dana let out a breath.

 “Fine,” she said with a tight small grin. Maggie quickly picked up on her friend’s hesitance. “Dana, what happened?”

 Dana shook her head as she tried to keep the tears from spilling. “Nothing, I just need a shower.” She quickly gave the bag of supplies to Maggie and made her way into the prison, hoping the inmate showers would calm her.

 An hour and half later, Dana felt somewhat better. The shower doing its job. After realizing she left some things the truck, Dana made her way outside. The sun had quickly set making the moonlight the only thing to light up the prison yard. As she made her way to the truck, she could see a dark silhouette sitting on the truck bed.

 “Hey,” she said softly as she realized it was Shane. The man gave her small smile. “Hey, Darlin,” he responded. Dana’s lips twitched into a smile. She was somewhat happy he was acknowledging her again. Her smile faded when she realized his hands were still bloody from the debacle earlier. She had cleaned up but he hadn’t.  She sighed as she took his hand in hers and dragged him to her cell where she had a first aid kit.

 “What are ya doin’, Dana?” Shane asked. “Cleaning you up, Rocky.”

 Shane glanced around her cell, a small candle lit lantern illuminating the dark prison cell. Dana pulled out a red metal box filled with first aid supplies as Shane took a seat on her bunk. “Found these in the guard station. It’s a good thing I worked in a jail for the first few years of my career,” She said as started to apply ointment to Shane’s knuckles. He gave a small hiss in pain. However, he still gave her that lopsided smile that she loved so much. As she stood above him, her soft hands working on his bruised ones, Shane had to control his breathing. She looked like an angel above him, her wet blonde hair curling at the ends, her eyes focused on the task at hand.

 “Yeah, good thing for me, Darlin’,” Shane responded. Dana smiled at him. But her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Shane had been around her enough to know her smiles.  He could tell she was still shaken up from today. Hell, he was beyond livid still. He wanted to drive back to that gas station and continue to beat the living shit out of that man who touched her like that.

 Then it occurred to him. Here she was after being assaulted taking care of him. And he hasn’t even checked on her since. What kind of asshole was he? Back before the world went to shit, he could deal with female assault victims. He knew what questions to ask and how to ask them. But the fact that Dana was almost the victim felt like a stab to his gut. She was too good for this world. She was proof that an angel could walk through hell.

 “Hey,” he said softly as he made her stop her ministrations. Her blue eyes met his dark brown ones. “Are you okay?” He asked.

 Dana quickly nodded, “Mmmhhhmm.”

 Shane raised his eyebrows at her, definitely catching her in a lie.

 Dana sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I have to be…things like that,” she paused to take a gulp, “things like what happened today, happen all the time in this world,” she said. “It’s just reality.”

 Shane stared at her for a moment, a small tinge of anger settling in his chest, “It’s not going to happen to you. Not while I’m still breathin’…You’re the best part of this fucked up world. I’m not lettin’ anyone change that.”

 Dana scoffed, unable to believe it herself. “You’re overestimating me. In this world I’m nothing, just surviving.”

 Shane looks her right in eye and without hesitating he responds, “You’re everything.”

 Dana’s breath hitches in her throat, not knowing what to say. Her heart was beating too quickly.

 Shane quickly realizes what he just revealed and mentally scolds himself. He stands up and turns to leave the cell, when Dana grabs his forearm. Shane turns back to look at her, his eyes boring into hers. The blonde steps closer to him and softly presses her lips to his. Shane hesitated for a second before responding to her. His rough hands cradled her face as his tongue made its way into her mouth. He kissed like drowning man and she was his first breath of air. Her hands made their way into his curly hair, tugging and pulling him closer. She couldn’t get close enough to him.  Shane lips were rough and chapped but Dana has never tasted anything sweeter.

 Dana’s heart was pounding as heat pooled in between her legs. Shane backed her against the cell wall, his torso against hers. His lips found her neck as her leg hitched up against his hip. She could feel his erection in between her legs. Shane unconsciously grinded himself against her as Dana tilted her head back a let out a small gasp.

 This seemed to snap Shane out of his trance. He gently pulled back and unwrapped Dana’s leg from his hip. He looked at her, her pupils were dilated with lust and her lips swollen. He was sure he looked just as undone. He wanted her. God, did he want her. But he needed to make sure this was what she wanted as well. He needed her, but he would rather die than force himself on her like the asshole at the gas station.

 “Are you sure you want this? If we do this, there’s no goin’ back. You’re it for me, Darlin’,” Shane said as he ran his thumb along her hairline.

 Dana’s eyes lit up with love as she gave him a smile. Shane knew this smile was real.

 “Nowadays, you’re the only thing I’m sure about,” Dana responded softly.

 Shane gave her his lopsided smile before reattaching his lips to hers. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He gracefully carried her to the tiny bunk and laid her out before him, her thighs cradling his broad hips. His lips kissed along her jaw and down her neck as his hands ran under her tank top.

 Dana let out a small moan as his hands grazed her breast, her hips grinding up on the bulge in his cargo pants.

 Dana’s hands rapidly discarded Shane’s shirt. Her hands ran over the well-muscled chest of the deputy before her. Her fingers softly tracing over the tattoo on his pec. He was absolutely beautiful and it made her wonder how she went so long without touching him like this.

  Soon enough her shirt and bra were off and Shane’s lips were attached to one of her breasts as he his hand made its way into jeans and past her underwear.

 “Oh fuck, Shane,” Dana moaned as one his fingers found her bundle of nerves. He slowly stroked her as she continued to writhe below him. “Right there.” Shane grinned into her breast as his fingers continued their work. His fingers were magic and they knew just how to play her.

 “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Shane muttered as she came apart below him. Dana had to fight to catch her breath. It had been so long since she had climaxed like that. And he wasn’t even inside her yet. He really needed to get inside her.

 “You okay there, Darlin’ ?” Shane asked with a smug smile. Dana gave a light chuckle.

 “Just get your pants off, Walsh,” She ordered.

 Shane chuckled as he reached down to undo the buttons of his pants. “Yes, Ma’am,” He answered his deep Southern drawl that somehow made Dana wetter than she already was. She quickly shed her own pants. Before the couple knew it, there was nothing between them. It was just skin on skin.

 Fire on fire.

 Shane reached down and hiked Dana’s leg over his hip before slowly entering her. Dana’s breath caught in throat as she fought to relax her body. She closed her eyes as she stretched to accommodate him. Shane was most definitely not a small man and she would definitely feel it in the morning. Shane was all the way inside of her when he buried his head in the crook of her neck. “Tell me when it’s okay to move,” He told her. She was tight, wet, and warm…so very warm. It took all of Shane’s control not to start thrusting away. But the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. He wanted to make this good for her.

 “Okay,” Dana whispered as she shifted up her hips. Shane closed his eyes as pleasure shot through his body. He started to thrust as he lifted his head from her neck and kissed her furiously. His arm went above her head, caging her in. Her hands ran over his muscular arms and down his back. He was all around her, inside her, all she could feel was him…and she had never felt so safe.

 “Shane,” Dana moaned as she broke the kiss to throw her head back in pleasure. Shane stared down at her as he continued to move inside of her. He had never seen anything more beautiful as Dana O’Connor looking up at him with love and pleasure in her eyes. Again, that just proved his point:

 She was his angel in this world of demons.

 This was where he was meant to be. Fuck the outside world. Fuck everyone else. It was just the two of them.

 They were fine.

 They were alive.

 “So close,” Dana muttered as her fingers entertwined with his above her head. Shane’s own climax was creeping up. But he needed to get her there first.

 “Come on, Darlin’. Let go for me,” He huskily moaned as one hand went down to her bundle of nerves. He felt her clench as she threw head back in bliss. “Shane,” she moaned one last time.

 The sight of her coming undone was enough to throw Shane over the edge as he thrusted one last time and spilled himself inside her. “Fuck, Darlin’,” he groaned.

 All that could be heard in the cell was rapid breathing and the shallowing beating of hearts. Shane rested his head in the crook of Dana’s neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel his breath on her neck as his chest pressed against hers.

 He slowly lifted his head to look her in the eyes and gave her a small smile. “I meant it. You’re mine now, Darlin’.”

 Dana gave a smile of her own. “I never wanted to be anyone else’s.”

 They were fine.

 They were alive.

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (7)

I’m naked and I’m far from home

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and, most importantly, an interrupted 30-diamond scene! :) This is not appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: 3,772 (I put a Read More after a couple of paragraphs because it was getting really long, if you can’t see the rest of the post, please let me know! I’m getting out of control, I feel like the chapters are gonna be longer and longer...)

Notes: This picks up right where we left off, with Amara’s POV. This chapter is longer than the others, so bear with me :)

*****

‘Hey Suarez!’

Amara couldn’t believe he had arrived so quickly. Sure, he was right next door, but she didn’t expect him to be at her disposal, either.

‘Come on in!’ She says with a smile.

‘So...I thought we’d mix it up and have some wine for once,’ Drake says while holding out a bottle of red and two glasses.

‘Wow, I didn’t know that you were into anything else than whiskey.’

‘I guess I’m full of surprises.’

She had closed the door behind them and was torn between hugging or kissing him hello. What would be the least weird? Damn, she was in her head.

‘Jeez Suarez, that’s a lot of candy.’

‘Yeah...Maxwell took me to a store and I went slightly overboard. I don’t have any formal plans tonight and didn’t want anything fancy to eat, but this may be a bit too much…’

‘Definitely is. Can we open the Swedish fish?’

Amara happily complies, and hands the bag to Drake. ‘Do you know Madeleine?’

‘Madeleine of Fydelia? Yeah, why?’

‘She joined the competition today. Here, let me open the wine.’

‘Wow, that’s insane. How do you feel about it?’

Shit, she thought. She didn’t want him to think she cares about the competition. She had just intended to gossip, and maybe find out more about Liam’s intentions towards Olivia and Hana, more so than towards herself.

‘I personally don’t have any feelings about it, y’know. Besides the fact that she called me ‘exotic’ today.’

Drake raises his eyebrows. ‘She’s a dick.’

‘Well yeah, that’s the feeling I have. I was actually quite comfortable with the other ladies, even though Kiara is still super cold to me. But now, I feel like the dynamics are gonna be weird.’

‘Honestly, probably. Madeleine is a sneaky person. She is not upfront like Olivia, whom you can see coming from a mile away. Madeleine is tricky, and I can’t imagine Liam being thrilled about her entering the competition.’

Amara nods, sipping on her wine. Drake bringing this bottle was a lovely gesture, but it wasn’t gonna do anything to help her budding alcohol problem.

‘Thanks for the wine, it’s delicious. I have to admit I’m already kinda drunk.’

Drake smiles softly. ‘Oh really? Did you go out?’

‘Yeah, Olivia, Hana, Maxwell and I went to a cocktail bar just outside the palace. It was nice to escape all the courtly duties, you know. I wish I could do that more often.’

‘You can. You just need the right people to show you around,’ Drake replies with a mischievous grin.

‘Oh, do I now?’

He just kept on smiling, without breaking eye contact. God, he was attractive. Something in her stomach flipped.

‘Oh, I bought chips, too. Let me get them--’

He didn’t give her time to get to the chips. He put his hand on her arm, turning her over to face him, and before she could realize what they were doing, their lips met. She had been thinking about kissing him all day, she had been daydreaming throughout the whole picnic, imagining his lips on hers, the way his tongue felt on her tongue.

They part ways, breathless. Drake’s hands are still on her waist, holding her. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day. Sorry if that was abrupt.’

She chuckles. No, it wasn’t abrupt, it was perfect and also, fucking hot. ‘I’ve been thinking about you too.’

He smiles. ‘I’ve had the hardest time not texting you all day, but I figured I’d look too pathetic.’

‘Never. You can text as much as you want.’ She looks deep in his dark, kind eyes. ‘I’m glad you came.’

She kisses him again, deeper this time, so deep in fact that she has trouble remaining straight on her feet. He catches her lips between his, kissing her deeper, his hands roaming on her back and in her hair. God, she wants him.

She guides him to the bed, lips still captured in a kiss, but he surprises her by pushing her against the wall. He starts kissing her neck, and then lower and lower. She lets out a moan as his hands wander under her T-shirt. ‘Mmmm… don’t stop…’

Drake gently pulls her shirt over her head, and keeps leaving a trail of kisses between her mouth and her breasts. He expertly unhooks her bra. Wow, she thinks. How many men can do this without looking? Just thinking about what else his hands could do sends her into a trance. He grabs her as if she weighs nothing, and guides her to the bed. He gets on top of her and peels her bra off of her.

As Drake tends to her breasts, kissing, sucking, touching them, Amara starts stroking him through his pants. Damn, she thinks, he’s big. Her head spins. She hasn’t had sex in so long, over two years, that so much hotness all at once might make her brain and body malfunction. But still, she wants him.

She unzips his jeans and frees his rock hard cock from his boxers, as Drake lets out a deep groan. ‘Ohh, shit, Amara, this feels good…’ She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it slowly, watching his face twist with pleasure.

As he kisses her deeper, and presses his erect penis against her, she hears a knock.

‘Amara? Are you in here?’

They both stop dead in their tracks, still enmeshed in each other. ‘It’s Maxwell,’ Amara whispers.

‘Shit,’ Drake replies softly. ‘He’s not gonna leave until you open.’

‘Wait a minute, Max, I’m...naked!’ Amara shouts.

Well, she kinda was.

‘Oh, no problem, take your time!’ Maxwell replies.

She and Drake both fumble around to get their clothes back on, and Amara silently gestures for Drake to get inside the bathroom. He nods and complies.

‘Hey Max,’ says Amara while opening the door, still flush from the incredibly steamy situation her friend just interrupted.

‘Hey hun, you look super out of breath, are you ok?’

‘Oh yeah, I was just getting out of my formal dress and into these jeans. It’s a workout just to get them on, they’re really tight.’

Maxwell smiles, glancing over to the room behind her, probably wondering why she’s not letting him in. ‘I realized I held on to some of your candy by mistake! So, here it is!’ He hands a bag of mini Twix and one of Crunch.

‘Oh my God, I completely forgot you were holding my bag, thanks Maxwell!’

‘You’re welcome. Whatcha up to?’

‘Oh, nothing, just about to watch a movie. I was actually getting ready for bed.’

Maxwell stares at her jeans, realizing this is obviously not sleepwear. ‘It’s 8pm, are you sure you’re ok?’

‘Yeah, I just wanted some peace and quiet, you know. I know in a couple of days we’re heading to Olivia’s neck of the woods, and I want to be well rested.’

‘That’s wise. Well, if you need me, call, text, or...knock, ok?’

She nods, gives him a quick hug, which she instantly regrets, because she smells like Drake and unfulfilled sexual tension.

As soon as the door closes, Drake carefully peeks his head out of the bathroom.

‘Is it safe to come out?’ he whispers.

‘Yeah. I’m so sorry about that, Drake. It was--’

‘Hey,’ he interrupts, ‘don’t apologize. As much as I wanted to continue what we started, um…’ he runs a hand through his hair, visibly searching for words. ‘Maybe we can take it slow? I don’t mean we can’t...but maybe, you know, just for tonight, I can take you outside of the Capital and we can attempt at a normal evening out?’

She smiles earnestly. She, too, would have liked to continue what they had started. But Maxwell’s interruption had put a damper on things, and she didn’t want Drake to think that she was too casual about sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she really wasn’t casual about it. It would have been the first time she had sex in over two years, and it was a big deal. Maybe he was right, tonight should be about hanging out, and the rest could come later.

‘That sounds great,’ she says. ‘Where are we going?’

*****

Drake knew how to sneak out of the palace, unseen. He had his ways. As he was driving Amara out of the Capital, he kept getting flashes of their interrupted moment. Glimpses of her lips, her smell, her perfect breasts, populated his head. He had felt stupid that afternoon, walking into the store to buy condoms, which he hadn’t done in a long time. What was the last time again? Right, that Italian tourist over a year ago. Was it Lucia? Luciana? Gianna? He didn’t like that he didn’t remember her name. He didn’t like that sex had become so meaningless to him in the past. But that was about to change.

He glanced over to the beautiful woman in the seat next to him. She looked back, they exchanged a smile. He felt compelled to put his hand on her knee. Was that too intimate? Oh, what the hell. He felt it, so why not.

She responded by grabbing his hand and squeezing it. This felt good. Just driving together, away from it all.

‘So, where are you taking me, Walker?’

‘You’ll see,’ he replies with a raised eyebrow.

‘So mysterious!’

‘You want me to tell you?’

‘No, I’m teasing. I trust you.’

That was nice to hear. He would probably never again hear this from Liam, who would never forgive him for hooking up with the woman he was interested in. He would worry about that later, because he was still pissed at Liam for assuming Amara would say yes to anything, just because he was Liam. He’d never seen Liam be so cocky before. Maybe it was because he never paid attention. Or maybe it was because Liam thought a waitress couldn’t pass up being with a Prince. Either way, it was fucked up.

Or...maybe he was so up in arms about it because it made him feel better about his betrayal.

No, no. Liam was not perfect. It’s time Drake realized that.

He suddenly feels bad about leading Amara somewhere without telling her where they’re going. She’s in a foreign country, and as well as she’s adapted, as many friends as she’s made --the woman was a friendship genius, if she could even tame Olivia fucking Nevrakis--, she deserved to have some control over her whereabouts.

‘I’m taking you to a bar, not too far from where I grew up, where my dad used to go with his colleagues. It’s basically a cop bar.’

He pauses, expecting a reply, whatever it may be. Nothing. He looks over to Amara, who suddenly has an expressionless look on her face. The color has drained from her cheeks. He feels like an idiot. Of course the thought of being in a bar with a bunch of cops and Royal Guards is not her definition of a perfect evening. He just wanted to take her somewhere remote, where people wouldn’t care who she is, and where she could get a good cocktail and chicken wings.

‘If that’s a problem, we can go somewhere else! It was just an idea.’

‘No, that’s perfectly fine,’ Amara replies, visibly unconvinced.

‘I’m sorry, I’ll turn around. I know another place.’

Amara puts her hand on his arm. ‘No, let’s go to the cop bar. I swear it’s fine.’

*****

Come on, Amara thought. What were the odds of  that happening? She can’t stay silent forever, he’ll think she’s upset at him, which she absolutely isn’t. But now, what to say? Should she tell him the truth of why she got triggered, all of a sudden? Or should she just say she hates cops? No, that’s not an option. His dad, who she is pretty sure passed away, is or was on the force.

Part of her wants to blurt out everything. Her old life, the tragic incident that changed it.

But she’ll start with the start. Just a part of it is fine for now. The rest might come another time.

‘I used to be a cop.’

He turns to her, visibly shocked. ‘You...used to be a cop?’

‘Yeah. NYPD. In Brooklyn. Until about 2 years ago. I still have a hard time talking about it.’

‘Oh, you don’t have to--’

‘I will. Maybe not right now, but I’ll tell you. I just...it feels weird going back to a cop bar. That used to be my Friday nights, after leaving the precinct.’

He smiles, and holds out his hand. She takes it. ‘Look at you being a secretive badass. We can go somewhere else, Amara, if it brings up unpleasant memories.’

She offers him a sad smile. ‘No, let’s go there. I want to. With you.’

He squeezes his hand, opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. After a pause, he tries again. ‘My dad died while on the force. He died protecting the King.’

‘I’m so sorry…’ She puts a comforting hand on his arm.

He looks at her and smiles. ‘Thank you.’

*****

She had been instantly transported back to O’Donnells, the Irish pub that had harbored her entire precinct after hours, back in Brooklyn. Right from the moment she entered this Cordonian cop bar, she felt like she was home. Funny how it worked; she had expected it to hurt more, to be haunted by happy flashbacks of Sergio, but all she could think about was how comfortable she felt.

Drake had stuck to ginger ale; he was the designated driver. She felt bad about drinking without him, but he’d assured her that she needed it more than he did, and plus, they still had that bottle of wine back in her room. She smiled when he said that; she was happy he was counting on spending more time with her upon returning.

Everything was effortless: the conversation with Drake, the slight mingling with off-duty officers and Royal Guards, as if she’d done that all her life. People seemed to know Drake, called him by his last name and shook his hand, but did not pry or try to engage any deeper conversations. She was grateful for that.

‘This feels good, you have no idea,’ she says, taking another sip of her Maker’s Mark. ‘I needed to get out.’

‘Oh, I have a slight idea,’ Drake replies. ‘I know you and Maxwell get along super well, but he’s really on your case, and he doesn’t seem to give you much alone time. He must be anxious to--’ He stops himself from finishing his sentence, and Amara knows why. He was about to mention the competition, and how important it was for House Beaumont to win it.

She couldn’t really understand why, either. They seemed to be doing ok financially, but every time she caught Maxwell and Bertrand talking, it was always about how broke they were. Where was all their money going? She’d heard of the legendary Beaumont Bashes, but come on, that couldn’t be it. Being surrounded by cops again made her want to investigate, to go back to what she loved: solving cases, and being the good detective she used to be.

‘Yeah,’ she replies, ‘he gets a lot of pressure from Bertrand. But like you said, I love his company, it’s just that...when he’s anxious about me making a good impression, it makes me feel terrible. You know...about…’

He looks her in the eyes and nods. Of course he knows. He must feel terrible, too. He and Liam are like brothers. But this, this thing between them, it was not something to walk away from. She thinks back on the moment she told him she wouldn’t explain more tonight, about her past and all. The way he looked at her. What she saw in his eyes. That was more than understanding and compassion; that was recognition. He’d obviously gone through some shit, too, and wasn’t ready to tell her either. But they’d made progress tonight. She felt better, both for telling him about her old job, and for hearing about his dad. She was happy he trusted her that way.

She sees a couple of men clear off a stage and put a karaoke machine on it. She looks at Drake, a mischievous grin on her face. His eyes widen.

‘Nooooo, I forgot it was karaoke night. Don’t even think about it, Suarez.’

‘Come on!!! We have to.’

‘Reminder: I’m sober.’

She chuckles. ‘But I’m not! What’s your song?’

‘Do I look like I have a song?’

‘Everyone has a song.’

He holds eye contact for a really long time and says ‘My dad and I used to come here when I was a teenager and sometimes I’d make him go on stage with me. But, you know, I was a kid.’

‘YOU made him go on stage?’ She got a kick of imagining young Drake, excited about singing a song with his dad, and her heart got a little heavier. She wanted to see him excited again, carefree, like he must have been in his youth.

‘Yeah. But he refused to sing anything else than country songs, or…’

‘Or what? If you say Britney Spears I’ll lose my mind.’

‘Heh. No. He loved Queen. I mean we loved it. Listened to it in the car all the time.’

‘Oh my God. I fucking LOVE Queen. We HAVE to sing one, Drake. Please?’

He laughs heartily. ‘You, my friend, are drunk.’

‘Maybe a little.’ She pounds back the rest of her bourbon and orders another. ‘I’m your friend?’

‘Oh come on. You know what I mean.’ He looks at her longingly, and she feels a warmth within herself. She would love to bang his brains out right now, but she’s also happy they’re taking it slow. This is nice too, the longing, the expectation. The intimacy, even in a bar full of cops.

‘Yeah. I know what you mean.’ She pauses, before pursuing: ‘I’m gonna go see what they have. What’s your go-to? We are the champions? Don’t stop me now?’

‘Actually, yeah. Don’t stop me now is my go-to.’

She grins. ‘Knew it.’

She gets off her chair and goes to the man in charge of the songs.

*****

Why the hell is he so happy? He’s sober as fuck, their sexy makeout session got interrupted by Maxwell, and he’s betraying his best friend. But for some reason, this is the happiest night he’s had in a very long time. He looks at Amara, who’s talking to Louis over there to choose a song. He’s really not drunk enough to sing in front of this crowd, but it’s nice to see Amara like this. She looks so at peace, so different from the way she was last night, when he caught her crying and...nope, let’s not think about that. There was something going on with her past, with her family probably, given the picture of her niece that had triggered her tears. Maybe it was even why she changed jobs all of a sudden, two years ago. Whatever it was, it was serious, but Drake was prepared to hear it whenever she was ready, and comfort her when she needed. God, it felt good to be near her.

She approaches him, a wide grin on her face. ‘So, they don’t have Don’t stop me now, but I chose Save Me. Do you like it?’

‘Are you kidding? It’s the fucking best. But…’ he gestures at his sad ginger ale. ‘I don’t know if I can…’

‘Hey, I get it. For me, karaoke is a 5-drink minimum. I’ll do it!’

She downs her bourbon, gestures at Bruno at the bar for another. ‘Wow Suarez, are you sure? Even I think that’s a lot.’

‘Hey, no events in the morning, it’s still early….ish, and I have aspirin. No biggie.’

Still, he asks Bruno for some more water for her. Better safe than sorry.

They call her name, she just gave her last name for the song. Funny, he thinks. The way he instinctively called her was probably how she was known to her former coworkers. 

Before hopping on stage, she plants a quick kiss on his lips. He would still feel this kiss all through the song.

‘Hi everyone,’ she slurs in front of the microphone. ‘This one goes out to my friend Drake Walker over here.’

She’d used air quotes around the word ‘friend’. Ok, point taken. Can’t say they’re just friends when her nipple was in his mouth just a couple of hours ago.

He watches her on stage, as she starts singing Save Me. That’s a great song, he thinks. And her voice is actually really nice. She’s a little too drunk to be exact with the rhythm, but she’s doing great. She makes clear eye contact with him as she sings:

The slates will soon be cleared -

I’ll erase the memories -

To start again with somebody new -

God, she’s beautiful. As cheesy as this is --a woman singing him a song called Save Me, so on the nose--, he feels completely bewitched by her, and everyone around just fades away. Soon enough, she concludes the song:

I’m naked and I’m far from home

She leaves the stage, in time for a huge cop about to sing Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5, and walks fast towards Drake. Her face is all smiles, and she kisses him deeply.

‘Wow Amara, that was...amazing. The song, and the kiss… But let’s keep a low profile, ok?’

‘I don’t care. No one cares, here, remember?’ She kisses him again. His jeans suddenly feel very tight around him. He wants her, really badly, but he’s sober and she’s really drunk. It would have to wait.

‘Suarez, you’re hammered. I won’t take advantage.’

She makes a disappointed face. ‘Ugh, I thought you were a bad boy.’

He laughs. ‘Bad boy, maybe, but not a bad guy. There’s a difference.’

She rolls her eyes playfully. ‘Alright… Do you want to go back to my place, finish the wine to catch up with me, and watch a movie?’

He flags Bruno to pick up the tab. ‘Deal.’

As they exit the bar, he locks eyes with someone he knows. Has he been sitting here all night? Did he see anything? Shit, this could be bad.

‘Hi, Drake,’ Liam’s bodyguard says.

‘Hi, Bastien.’

*****

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Ready - Sweet Pea

summary : Y/N decides that it’s time for her and Sweet Pea to move onto the next level of their relationship, and while in the heat of the moment they forget to protect themselves which leads to an unexpected surprise.

word count : 3.5k+

warnings : a little bit of angst, nervous!reader, scared!reader, cursing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), fingering, oral (fr), teen pregnancy, super sweet Sweet Pea, SHIT TON OF FLUFF SO GET READY

pairing / characters : sweet pea x virgin!pregnant!reader, Toni Topaz, 

prompt : “Hiya, could you do an imagine with Sweet Pea? Prompts 34 35 and 38. I feel like you could make a great plot for this! Also you’re imagines are amazing 😍” - @sweetpeatrashxo “Can you do a sweet pea x Reader were she's a virgin and he is super sweet to her” - @jeromeandjeremiahvaleskafreak

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” 35. “I think I might be pregnant..”  38. “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.”

A/N : I decided to pair these two together thinking it would work out pretty well, so enjoy! THIS IS FILTHY OKAY BE READY

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Sweet Pea and Y/N had been dating for almost over a year now and they had never gone over the limit of a make-out session. Sure, Y/N and Sweet Pea both wanted to go further, but Y/N didn’t know if she was quite ready yet. The day that Y/N decided she was ready to take it a step forward with her boyfriend she confided in her best friend Toni first. 

“I think I’m ready to move forward.” Y/N said, a shy smile starting to cover her lips.

Toni was more than happy to hear those words come from her friend, especially because she knew that Y/N was only going to do this act with the person she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. Toni knew from the moment that her two best friends started dating that they’d last forever. “If you really want to do this we have to go get you some sexy lingerie, it’ll make you look even hotter.” Toni said. “We can go look at some things and then hopefully make it back to your trailer before Sweet Pea does.” Y/N nodded. The two girls went to the store that day, looking at all the lingerie they had to offer. 

At first Y/N wasn’t sure if she could pull any of the outfits off, but those thoughts were quickly put to rest when she found a piece that she liked. It was a dark green piece, lace covered more than half of the material and there were small scales sewn into the fabric. She picked up the piece, smiling at it. Y/N tried it on, her thoughts once again telling her she wouldn't look good in it but they were wrong. The set made her look absolutely stunning. Y/N loved how the green and the scales matched perfectly with her serpent tattoo that laid on her forearm. Y/N couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend’s reaction, mostly because she had other tattoos in places he wouldn’t see until now.

Y/N bought the set of lingerie and then hurried back to her and Sweet Pea’s trailer. The two had moved in with each other at the six month mark of their relationship, mainly because neither of them had parents that lived with them and they were struggling to pay for everything on their own, which resulted into them moving into one shared trailer. 

Y/N quickly took a shower, making sure to wash her body and shave thoroughly in all the right places so that this wasn’t to awkward of an experience for either of them. After that she sprayed herself in Sweet Pea’s favorite perfume of hers, matching it with its paired lotion. Once that was all done she put on her new set and then put on a sexy outfit just to make sure that everything would be perfect. Y/N waited for Sweet Pea to get home for another hour, so while she waited she decided to Google some tips on sex for first timers. She read through several articles, finding some interesting and not so interesting things on the topic.  

When Sweet Pea arrived back at the trailer he ignored Y/N for a few minutes by going into their room and changing out of his clothes and into a fresh pair of sweats and a muscle tank top. Y/N was the only one who ever saw him wear anything like this, and she was happy about that because boy oh boy would she have issues with other girls starring at her boyfriend. Y/N was still going through some articles on her phone when Sweet Pea came out and sat next to her on the couch, instantly laying his head on her shoulder. At that moment Y/N began to rethink whether or not she should go through with her plan. 

Shutting her phone off Y/N began to run her fingers through her boyfriend’s hair, his soft sighs of content making her smile. “How was practice today, babe?” She asked softly.

“Rough, we got worked overtime and than Mantle wanted start pissing me off by talking about you and how he could get into your pants easier than I could.” He huffed. “But I know that will never happen.” He looked up at her, his brown eyes gazing into her Y/E/C orbs. “Something’s on your mind, what’s wrong?” 

“I um.” God, how I am going to do this? She thought. She just had to tell him straight forward that she was ready, it was just like ripping off a band aid- well kind of. Taking in a deep breathe Y/N sat both her and Sweet Pea up, “I’m ready to move forward in our relationship.” She said.

Sweet Pea’s eyes widened, “Babe, are you sure? Is because of what I said about Reggie?” He quickly questioned.

Y/N shook her head, a smile appearing on her beautiful lips, “No, no it’s not that.” She sighed, “I talked to Toni about it this morning and I decided that I was ready for it now.” Y/N waited for Sweet Pea to say something, which began to scare her, but when he quickly captured her lips with his that feeling was replaced with a different one. 

“I love you so much, you know that right? I’ll never do anything to hurt you.” Sweet Pea mumbled against her lips. She nodded, mumbling ‘just kiss me again’ before pulling her boyfriend to her lips again. The two teens made out for a few minutes before the Serpent boy pulled the girl onto his lap and began grinding her hips into his. The friction between them was unimaginable as Y/N’s jeans rubbed against her clothed core and her center rubbing up against Sweet Pea’s growing erection.  When Pea was fully hard he stood up, hoisting Y/N’s legs around his hips and walked them to the bedroom. Y/N squealed and giggled as he kissed  her face and neck. 

Sweet Pea placed Y/N on her back on the neatly made bed then taking a step back to admire the beauty he got to call his girlfriend. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He breathes out, “Fuck I love you.” Y/N sat up a bit and pulled Sweet Pea on top of her, resulting in her falling back again with her boyfriend on top of her.

“I love you too baby, so much. I’m never gonna leave you.” She whispered. The two began to kiss again, this time the make out session much hotter than the previous one. Sweet Pea’s hand roamed all of Y/N’s body, memorizing every single inch of her. His hands slid up her waist and under her shirt, tracing random patterns on her smooth skin. “You can touch me, Sweets it’s okay, I trust you.” Y/N said in a small tone. Sweet Pea took the time to take off Y/N’s shirt, revealing the lacy bra she had just bought. Y/N heard him groan in satisfaction at the sigh of her in the piece. Again, his large hands trailed up her skin, this time stopping at her breasts. Y/N’s nipples were perked up, pressing against the material of the bra. Sweet Pea ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, earning a gasp of delight to come from his girlfriend. Since this was the first time he had ever heard her make a noise like that he was awestruck at how beautiful she sounded. 

“‘M gonna make you feel so good princess, I promise.” The serpent whispered as he kissed down his girlfriend’s stomach and down to the hem of her jeans. Y/N nodded at him, telling him it was okay to take them off. He did, dragging them down her legs ever so slowly. When they were fully off Sweet Pea’s eyes were glued to her body. For the first time he saw the other tattoos that his girlfriend had. She had a large underboob tattoo that Sweet Pea was practically drooling over, and then one right on her thigh. “Never told me you had such beautiful tattoos, babygirl.” Pea rasped out as his fingertips traced the markings. “They look so good on you.” 

Y/N blushed. “Mm, well now you know about them.” She whispered. Sweet Pea continued kissing every inch of her body, teasing Y/N for the longest time that she thought she might burst from just the small touches.

“As much as I love seeing you in this piece, it’s gonna look a lot better on the floor.” Pea mumbled. Y/N nodded and sat up just enough to unclasp the bra and throw it the floor. She thought she would be more nervous about exposing herself to to him for the first time, but because she knew him so well and she trusted him so much she was comfortable with it. Laying back, Y/N watched at Sweet Pea pulled down her lace panties and through them with the the rest of her clothes. “Fucking hell.” His eyes were glued to her cunt, the sight of the freshly shaven area making his mouth water. 

Sweet Pea kneeled down and gently spread Y/N’s legs open so he could see all of her. When the cool air of the trailer hit her exposed core she couldn’t help but let out a low whimper. Sweet Pea dragged his fingers through her soaked folds, collecting her wetness on his digits. “I’m just gonna warm you up, okay baby?” He asked, Y/N nodded. “I need your words babydoll, want to know that you want this.”

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out, “I want this, fuck I need this Pea, please.” She whispered. Sweet Pea nodded and continued on with his actions. The tip of his middle finger prodded at Y/N’s entrance, then slowly pushed through her walls. Y/N gasped, her hands clinging to the sheets quickly. At first the new feeling stung, but then once he started to move his finger in and out of her slowly it turned it a good feeling, a feeling that Y/N was falling in love with. Sweet Pea added a second finger a few minutes later and began to thrust his fingers faster into Y/N’s tight cunt. She was a moaning mess, each time his fingers moved in the slightest way she was whimpering in pleasure. She loved this new feeling, she loved that her boyfriend was the first to ever please her like this. 

The boy blew his hot breathe onto her clit before he gently sucked the nub in between his teeth. “Fuck!” Y/N mewled out, “Fuck, Pea, gah f-feels so good.” She stuttered out. He smirked at her words and pulled his fingers from her pussy, causing a whine to escape her mouth. 

“Taste yourself, love, you taste fucking delicious.” Sweet Pea stretched his arm out and hovered his fingers over Y/N’s lips. She didn’t hesitate for a second before she sucked Sweet Pea’s fingers into her mouth. The moan that came from her mouth just made Pea’s boner strain against his sweats even more. He continued to eat out his girlfriend, relishing in the taste of her for the first time. His tongue lapped up all of her juices, spread apart her folds and sunk into her center, while his thumb rubbed lazy circles onto her clit. The way Y/N’s body was shaking and the way her hands were constantly reaching out and grabbing something gave Pea the memo that she was close to her first orgasm. “Gonna cum for me baby? Come on, cum on tongue, wanna taste you.” Y/N didn’t hold anything back, she let that tightening knot in her stomach unwind and she felt her first orgasm wash over her. Sweet Pea moaned at the taste and feeling of his girlfriend’s cum on his tongue. He lapped up every last drop before pulling his face away from her core. When he sat up Y/N could see her wetness dribbling off of his chin. “You have no idea how good you taste.” He said.

“And you have no idea how much clothes your still wearing.” Y/N smirked. “All that,” She gestured to his tank top and sweats. “Off. Now.” Sweet Pea chuckled at his girlfriend but did as told and began to take off his clothes. Y/N watched closely as he took off his sweats and his member sprung free from it’s confinement. “No boxers?” Y/N teased. Sweet Pea playfully rolled his eyes. 

“You’re absolutely positive that you want to do this?” Sweet Pea asked again. 

“I’m 100% positive, Sweets. I promise.” Y/N said. He nodded and crawled over his girlfriend, pressing a soft and loving kiss to her lips. “I’m ready for you.” She whispered. Sweet Pea nodded and lined his cock up with her entrance. Before pushing in he lubricated himself in her wetness, then slid himself in. Y/N’s hands clung to his biceps, her nails digging into his tan skin as she tried to adjust herself to his length. Sweet Pea began to worry when she hadn’t said anything. but when her grip on his arm loosened and she told him it was okay to move he did.  

Sweet Pea started out with slow, gentle strokes. The serpent may look tough and scary, but deep down he was just scared to hurt the love of his life. Y/N and Sweet Pea’s hands were intertwined, squeezing each other’s hands each time they moaned. Once Sweet Pea knew that Y/N was fully comfortable and used to the feeling of his large cock in her, he began to move faster. Y/N’s moans began to grow loudly, practically screaming as Sweet Pea thrusted into her cunt. He wasn’t being rough with her, he was just making sure that she was enjoying herself. 

“Fuck, Pea, feels so good.” She mewled. 

Sweet Pea grunted in response, snapping his hips against hers. “You’re doing so well for me, babygirl. Taking my cock so good.” He praised. Leaning down, he attached his lips to her neck, leaving small love bites at first and then sucking bright purple marks onto her skin. “So good for me, so happy I got to be your first.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead to hers, “I love you so fucking much.” Y/N just moaned in response, her hands scratching down his back as he continued to make love to her. 

After a few more minutes of thrusting into her and praising her for how well she was doing, both Sweet Pea and Y/N were getting closer to their climaxes. Y/N felt that knot began to grow in her belly, causing her to buck her hips up to meet each of Sweet Pea’ thrusts. “’M close, baby.” She whimpered. The boy nodded and continued thrusting into Y/N until he felt her walls contract around his dick and he felt her cum fall onto his length. Y/N’s orgasm set of his own, causing his hips to still and cock to pulsate in her pussy. They both moaned at the feeling of him filling her up. 

When they had fallen from their high Sweet Pea gently pulled from her pussy and got up, going to the bathroom and getting a damp cloth to clean her up. Y/N was breathing heavily as she smiled to herself. Sweet Pea came back with a cloth and began to clean Y/N up, being gentle as he wiped her clean.

“How do you feel baby?” He asked as he crawled under the covers and laid with her. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” 

Y/N smiled and shook her head, “No, no of course not.” She pecked his cheek, “It was perfect, you were perfect.” Y/N yawned and snuggled up against Sweet Pea’s chest, “I love you so much.” She mumbled, exhaustion taking over in her voice and laying her to rest in his arms. Sweet Pea smiled as he watched Y/N sleep peacefully. He loved his girlfriend so much, he would do anything for her. 

The next few weeks went by smoothly, Y/N and Sweet Pea now constantly trying to find time to please one another. It wasn’t that Y/N was addicted to sex, she just felt more confident in herself and the fact that she could please her boyfriend in more than one way.

One weekend, when Sweet Pea was going to wake Y/N up with morning sex, he was shocked to find Y/N hunched over the toilet vomiting her stomach out. Like any good boyfriend would do, Sweet Pea ran in and held her hair back and rubbed her back to calm her down. When she was done throwing up she  leaned her head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. 

“Something’s wrong.” Y/N mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” Sweet Pea asked as he stroked Y/N’s hair.

She sighed, “My period was supposed to start two days ago.” Her eyes gazed up at her boyfriend, “I’m not on the pill, and I know we didn’t and haven’t worn a condom when we have sex, but-” She let out a breathe, “Pea, I think I’m Pregnant.” Y/N’s voice was wavering, almost like she was about to cry. In her head, she thought that if she got pregnant that Sweet Pea would ditch her or that she’d be a horrible mother, or that they couldn’t give their child the life they deserve. All of her thoughts were making her want to vomit again.

“How? I mean, you- you don’t your pregnant or not.” Sweet Pea said nervously. 

“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” She said. “Are you going to leave me?” She whispered, tears now filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. “If I’m pregnant, are you going to leave me?” 

Sweet Pea’s eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, wiping away his girlfriend’s tears. “No, no I would never leave you baby, never.” He said, holding her face in his hands, “I made a promise to you that I would never leave you, I plan on keeping that promise.” He assured her. Y/N nodded slowly and closed her eyes. Sweet Pea pressed his lips to her forehead softly, keeping them there for a few extra seconds before pulling away. “Why don’t you brush your teeth and I’ll make you something to eat, yeah?” He asked softly. Y/N nodded and the two stood up. He walked out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to get them something to eat. Y/N brushed her teeth, blinking away the rest of the tears in her eyes. 

Y/N went back to their room and laid under the covers, holding the warm sheets to her chest. She was so scared about whether or not she was pregnant, but there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t. When Sweet Pea came back into the room he gave her a small smile and kissed the top of her head. “Thought you may just like some cereal.” He said as he handed her a bowl full of her favorite breakfast cereal. She gave him a sad smile and slowly began to eat. 

“I’m sorry.” She muttered after a few minutes of silence. Sweet Pea looked at her as if she as crazy, not knowing what she was apologizing for. “I don’t want to fuck up your life with having a kid, I never wanted to ruin your life, I’m so so sorry.” Y/N cried.

Sweet Pea took the bowl of cereal and placed it on their nightstand then pulled her close to him. “Don’t say that, you have never and will never ruin my life.” He reassured her, “I don’t mind having a kid, in fact I want a kid with you. I want a long, happy life with the woman I love.” He said smiling,  “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.” He kissed the top of her head, “You haven’t ruined my life, or yours, we’ve just started our life together.” 

“Are you even ready for a kid?” Y/N asked as she looked up at him.

Sweet Pea chuckled, “I think we’ll be ready, we always are.” 

[elliot-orion]

3 OC Fact Game

@albatris tagged me in this (thanks babe) and it seems to me that somewhere along the way all the rules for this game got lost because you are the second person ive seen do this that is just *wishy washy hand motion*-ing the rules, so... i’ll wing it. I’ll do 3 facts for 3 ocs, and im doing it for the new thingie im doing for the DHU because i need to learn more about these babes, and why the fuck not, haven’t even introduced it yet so here is where you are getting the intro congrats. **a side note ive changed everyones names like 5 times in under 5,000 words so if the names change later that’s why.

Charlie: (1) Has a deep love of cats but is also very allergic and cannot own a cat. Oscar 100% brings him a hairless cat home from one of his trips one day and Charlie is absolutely in love with the fucker. Charlie names him Bambino, Oscar calls him Dumbass because he always licks his butt in front of him. (2) He’s an epic boss at trivia games. He will beat you. Always. (3) He has an old gramophone, like one of the big standing ones, that he found in a thrift shop and got repaired. All his partners bring him records, Oscar’s are from foreign countries, Nora’s are usually high value collectibles, and Hollis’ tend to be found in thrift stores. he loves them all equally. 

Nora: (1) Her Super name is the Succubus but she’s gray-asexual. Her powers mean anyone who hears her “special voice” as Charlie calls it has to obey basically, but “the Siren” was taken, and she likes really fancy clothes that show off a bunch so that’s how she got her name. (2) She grew up really poor, her parents were both Super refugees and no one trusts Super immigrants because they assume they will be Villains, and they couldn’t get jobs easily. When she came into her power, the first thing she did with it was to get her family and all the others in her community jobs and now they are doing a lot better. (3) She loves doing people’s hair. Loves it so much. Charlie and Oscar have too short hair to do much with, but Hollis has a small ponytail so they let her play with theirs. 

Hollis: (1) The quad has about 7 brain cells to share and Hollis has 4 at all times. Charlie usually has the other three but will lend them out as needed. They have definitely stopped Nora from walking into a Heroes ball and would get along great with Hall. (2) They are still recovering from an eating disorder that was started because, surprise surprise, the SA people who trained them constantly said they were still too big to be a good Hero as a kid. It really got super dangerous though with also being a Hero and fighting all the time and their powers using a lot of energy, powers they used all the time as a Hero.They got put in the hospital for a while because they kept passing out while training. Charlie, Nora, and Oscar help as best they can now, and Hollis is doing better, but still struggles. (3) You’d think they are the mom friend, but nope, that’s Charlie. they are the friend that gets dragged along going “i FUCKING TOLD YOU THIS WAS A BAD IDEA now i’ve got to save your ass AGAIN but did you listen to me NO!” and being really pissed about it but also, hell no are you touching them these are my dumbasses go away. 

BONUS ROUND UNDER CUT because its a quad and i’ve got to have all of them duh:

 Oscar: (1) He only comes home every once in a while because he’s restless as fuck and needs to keep moving all the time, but he always makes sure to send postcards saying he’s safe from every place he goes to and always collects fun stuff for the others. He also makes sure he’s home for every birthday and holiday bc he’s a good boyfriend gd it. The others are frustrated he’s never home, but they don’t try to stop him because he’s miserable staying in one place for too long and they just cant do that to him. (2) I haven’t actually figured out his powers yet, ngl. It has something to do with why he’s so restless, though. I’m thinking it’s air based and he needs to move with the air currents sort of thing, but i’m not fully sure. I’ll keep you posted. (3) He’s wanted in at least 5 different countries and can’t step foot in 3 others or else he’ll probably be shot. There are at least 40 bars or something that he if he enters, everyone gets pissed, kicks him out, or hides the cash and the good beer. Sometimes all of the above. So that should tell you a bit about the shit he gets up to when he roams.

 Tagging... @simplesamples​ @ghostsmooches​ and @cogesque​ ! no pressure, have fun, anyone else can do it, yadda yadda. make up your own rules bc clearly no one has any clue for this one either.  

[pingubarnes-blog]

A meowing dare (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

AN: I was dared by @valkyrieofsmut to do this! Just a warning, I haven’t written a fanfic in YEARS so please don’t be too harsh on my dorky heart! It’s almost 3 am, I couldn’t sleep and this just came out of my head! 

Prompt was from @dangerousvikings Halloween challenge :

#12 I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.

Warnings: none...maybe a few curse words? Don’t remember if there’s any to be honest

So yeah...Here is the mess from my head!

You and Bucky had a weird dynamics. There was visible attraction between the two of you, everyone could see it. But the way you two treated each other made people question it.

Random punches in the shoulder were no stranger to you. Making sure to watch out which arm you’re about to hit was a lesson learned the hard way. Let’s just say compound’s freezer and the peas stored in it became your best friends very soon.  Random wedgies were no stranger to Bucky. Making sure not to use his left arm was a lesson learned the hard way. Getting your panties stuck in his arm was not a problem. The problem were your painful screams in his ear and freakishly strong punches he got for tearing another panties of yours. And not in the way that, to you, would be acceptable.  When it came to teaming up against each other in various pranks and dares, you two were horrible. The worse the dare, the better.

Missions with the two of you were a nightmare. You would always fight because you both had a vision on how something should go, but it was never a shared vision. You wanted to be sneaky, he wanted to go straight for the head. You’d want to torture them to get what you want, he would straight up punch them so hard the pain was unbearable and they’d just spill it all. He’d give them a scary-seductive-assassin look and he’d get all the info he needed. You’d talk so much they usually ended up giving you what you want just to make you shut up.  Yeah, you were both successful, but could never have that perfect combo. That Steve and Natasha perfect flow. Tony and Rhodey mind connection. No! You were Bruce and Hulk. Only ten times worse. You were a total mess as a mission duo, but somehow it always ended up as a successful mission.

But when it came to teaming up in prank or dare war against your team mates you were one mind! One devious mind! Or as Natasha would call you: “Sadistic assholes!” There was an ongoing dare/prank war in your team. At first it was all fun and games. Drinking dares, a bit of nudity here and there, karaoke in unexpected places, animal scares. Small things. But you two took it to a whole new level which slowly made one member by one drop out of the whole thing. I mean…Putting fire ants in Hulk’s pants during a mission was kind of funny. He smashed the bad guys in a matter of seconds. Okay, so he did kind of break a public pool cause he jumped in a bit too hard but hey… He saved the day thanks to your and Bucky’s devious mind.

The last ones left in this ridiculous war were you and Bucky. Now was not the time to be predictable. You had to think carefully about this one. Make it simple and unexpected. You were in your own thoughts while searching for some snacks, trying to think of new dare or prank for Bucky. You knew he was just as stubborn as you and he wanted to win this war so your dares had to be embarrassing. All that time, little sexy shit also known as Bucky Barnes, pulled the oldest trick in the book there is. Butter on the floor. In a matter of seconds, your already very graceful self, was all over the kitchen. You looked like a lovechild of a pelican and Tonya Harding. Skating through the kitchen while waving your arms like you’re about to take a leap into the pretty blue sky. Bucky was almost pissing himself from laughter, but you managed to stop yourself in a way he did not expect. Grabbing onto his thighs and holding on to them for dear life. Way too close to places your hands touched only in his wildest dreams. Your anger and will to strangle him right there and then vanished the moment you saw Bucky Barnes get flustered and choking on his own breath. It was kind of cute. Okay, it was very cute. You wanted to pinch those flushed cheeks and peck his nose.

You were not blind. You could tell he liked the way you looked. You often caught his eyes roaming your body and him checking you out. His tongue would wet his lips when you were talking and his eyes bore into you. You could tell he liked you cause these were the same things you did when he was in the room. Your crush, as of recently, started to be more than a crush. Those stupid butterflies attacked your belly every time he opened his mouth. His jokes were suddenly becoming funny to you and those eyes. Well those eyes will be the death of you one day, you were sure of that. You could tell he was touch starved by the way he would hug those little pillows that were all over the place. He loved soft things such as that fluffy cardigan he still claims he has no idea how it ended up in his room. He was a big traumatised fluffy softie with a sadistic twist. Your type of man. However, that did not mean you’d go easy on him. Mamma did not raise a soft bitch! You had to play dirty. So you’d sometimes touch his arm and your touch would linger just long enough to get him to blush. You’d casually fix his hair, walk with a bit more sway to your hips around him. And used the oldest and cheesiest trick in the book. You sucked a lot of lollipops around him. Poor guy forgot all about his plans to mess with you cause you messed with his head, his heart and other body parts.

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It was 3am when an alarm woke Bucky up. Mission back up alert. Steve and Natasha needed back up and they needed it fast. Bucky quickly got dressed and ran to jet that was going to take him to where Steve and Natasha were. Already waiting, there were you. No makeup, hair in ponytail and wearing that damn sexy tight suit that looked anything but comfortable. “Hello Rapunzel, glad you graced us with your presence.” The ever sarcastic word vomit coming from you. “Shut up Y/N it’s too early for…for…well for you!” He said pointing at you up and down and turning his head to computer giving him all the info about mission he needed.

The ride was quiet. Focus was what you needed at times like these. No bickering, no teasing. Silence. Something that was rare when you and Bucky were in the same room.  As you landed, Bucky stood in front of the door ready to jump out of the jet when all of a sudden you just had to do it. You slapped that round perky ass that was staring at you. He froze. His colour draining from his face. “Have you been working out?” You asked with a wink.

“I…Wha…” His mind was blank. Was this payback for that butt pinch he gave you a while ago? You knew that was part of the dare. Wait? Did you like him? Were all those things you did for the past week flirting or…?

“Come on Elsa! We have to go and save our girlfriends!”

“What? Jesus Y/N I swear to god, you are not in your right mind.” Bucky shook his head, a smile escaping him as he ran after you.

The fight was brutal and for the first time in a while you two were perfectly cooperating. Avoiding punches, cooperating, killing a few baddies. It was all good until, out of nowhere, you ran into a trap. Room filled with electric walls and you were surrounded by way to many agents to fight them off all by yourself. Steve and Nat were nowhere to be heard, your coms were blocked.

So this is how you die…You are going to die without having banged Barnes or trying those perfect choco rum cupcakes Wanda was talking about. Damn it.

“I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.” You heard Bucky’s voice. “What?!” “I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.” Bucky repeated leaving you stunned.  “What the hell is wrong with you?! We’re about to die and you are giving me a fucking dare?! Hydra really did mess up your brain.” You spoke through heavy breaths while trying to fight off agents coming at you.  “Just do it Y/N. I have a plan. Please! And if we make it alive, you’re a champion!” He smirked as he killed another agent.  “Uuuugh FINE!!!!!” So you did it. You started running in place while meowing. At least you’ll die any minute now anyway so the embarrassment won’t last.

To say that agents were confused was understatement. They were not sure if it was a robot. If you were just insane or had a similar past as Winter Soldier and some type of reset was hit in you and this, whatever it was, happened. In those two minutes of that insanity, Bucky managed to get to control box and do some quick rewiring. “Doll get on the floor!” You did it without hesitation as Bucky connected two wires and created some type of electric magnetic field that knocked out everyone standing up.

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The ride on the yet was filled with laughter as Bucky was telling Steve and Nat how funny Y/N looked while doing her crazy cat routine. Even Y/N laughed. It was funny, she’ll give him that. As they were getting out of the jet, Bucky pulled her to side, nodding to Steve and Nat to leave them alone.

“Thank you for trusting me out there! I noticed the box and the only thing that came to me was a weird dare to distract them. I really did not mean to embarrass you.” Bucky said honestly.

“Bucky Barnes, are you blushing?” She noticed his rosy cheeks making another adorable appearance.

“Wha…No…Doll stop that. Don’t look at me like that. I’m just trying to…” He did not finish the thought. Those soft lips he dreamed of were on his.  He saw stars. Lots of them. Galaxies. And kittens and puppies. He tasted chocolate cookies. Wait no…that was her lips gloss.

“Thank you for saving us Barnes! I could never be mad at you. Well…for too long!” She winked at him and started leaving, but he was faster.

One thing led to another and all the pent up sexual tension between them was out in the open. They barely made it to his room. Crashing into walls, knocking out vases in hallways. They were a mess waiting for this moment to happen for so long. Bucky could not remember when was the last time he took his clothes off so quickly.

“Bucky get those off, I need you! I need you so bad!!” She moaned into his neck, bodies trembling with need for each other. He was completely naked, his hands were all over her body and her hands touching him in all the places he imagined all those months ago.

“Bucky…”She whispered into his ear seductively as she gently bit him and squeezed his perfectly naked perky ass.

“I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.”

 TAGS: @valkyrieofsmut  @dangerousvikings

[seraphine16]

Red Strings of Fate - Part 1/6

Prompt: Beginning

Summary: Soulmates are tied by red strings. You can cut yours if you want to, then you’ll be reassigned to someone else, someone who’s perhaps- better. But beware; If you cut it three times, you will end up alone for the rest of your life.

Rating: T for now, will be mild M in later chapter

Words: 2403

Notes: This will be a short series of prompts instead of one-shots. Publishing one chapter per day is not my style so I’m pushing myself a bit here, I might repost the better version on my AO3 or FF.net account when I have the time. Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Soulmates are tied by red strings. The string would only appear once your soulmate is nearby- within your town area. Once it appears, it will never disappear even if that person went far away. Only you could see it, no one else could- except for your soulmate, of course. However, even if you could see it, it tangles, and leads to an invisible path, you would only be able to see the end of the string once your soulmate is right there, in front of you.

Kirishima Touka’s red string appeared recently, but she didn’t really care about it. She was only 17 years old- still a high school student, she had no time to think about having a soulmate. Plus, with doves roaming around and other ghouls constantly threatening Anteiku- soulmate matters should be the last thing on her mind, heck she may have died first before even meeting him.

She had just returned to the counter after serving a cup of Americano to a customer when her first red string appeared, twirling around her pinky finger and tying itself into a cute ribbon before her eyes. It was thin, but strong yet stretchable. She was able to touch it, tug it, and even curl it, but she could not undo the knot that kept it tied to her finger. It stayed there securely, like a complete dead knot.

Nishiki noticed her silence and the intense gaze that she held on her own pinky finger.

“It finally appears huh? Took the cupid long enough.” He teased while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Shut up, shitty Nishiki. I’m not interested in it.” She retorted, immediately went to wash the dirty cups near the counter. She was surprised that the string didn’t even get wet when in contact with water.

“Why? Look at Kimi and I, we’re getting married next year.” A grin of smugness displayed all over his face as he wiggled his fingers in front of her face to show off his silver engagement ring and his red string, but of course she could not see the latter.

“Tch. I know you’re excited but stop showing off you bastard!” She hit his arm causing him to yell in pain. “Anyways, you’re much older than me, so it’s normal for you to get married soon. I’m still in high school, you know?”

“Huh, chill out, it’s not like you’ll meet him soon anyways. It means that he’s nearby, that’s all.”

“Which makes it even easier for us to encounter each other, now that we’re nearby. Yours appeared when you entered Kamii, am I right?”

“Yeah, on the first day, since that was the first time we were in the same area as each other.”

She stopped washing the cups and turned around to properly interrogate him. She couldn’t help but feel curious of how his red string worked.

“When did you finally meet her?”

“Kamii is huge, you know? I met her on our second week of the semester. Not bad huh?” He grinned, remembering how he met her at the vending machine. He was planning to eventually eat her despite being his soulmate, but before he knew it- he fell hard, mainly because she accepted his ghoul side wholeheartedly.

“Yeah, that’s… good to hear.”

“Yours might appear today, or tomorrow, or next year. No one knows.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you can walk around 20th ward just to search for him.”

“Whatever. I don’t give a shit. If he asked me for a date, I’ll just turn him down.”

Nishiki’s eyebrows furrowed hearing her statement.

“Hey, don’t just decide that on your own! What if it’s his third string? He’ll end up alone for the rest of his life!”

She took some time to process his words. It’s true. Should I really sacrifice someone’s love life because of my selfishness?

“But if he’s a human… then I have to. Else, you know…” I’ll kill him, then eat him afterwards.

Nishiki sighed heavily, his gaze landed on the ring and the red string around his fingers, a soft smile plastered on his face.

“I gave Kimi- a human, a chance. I think you should too.”

Three weeks had passed, and Touka had somehow forgotten about the bright red string tied to her pinky finger.

Until one fine day, when she heard the chime of Anteiku’s doorbell which made her greet ‘Welcome~’ as usual, she felt something tugged her lightly. Or, to be précised, something tugged her pinky finger.

Her string tensed and straightened out, forming a visible line towards the person who had just entered the café. In that moment, for the first time in three weeks, she could finally see the end of her string. It was no longer tangled and led to a transparent end. It was straight, and at the other end of the string it was tied to another finger that belonged to someone whom she could see from her own two eyes.

Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears as she slowly looked up at the owner of the string on the other end, and once her eyes landed on his- she smacked her own forehead, disappointment painted across her face.

He wasn’t what she expected.

He seemed weak, nerd, yet gentle and kind. Not that she liked bad boys, but she was at least expecting someone who looked… a bit stronger. He even had an eye patch on his left eye.

Is he trying to look cool? Well, too bad, he looks pretty stupid.

The guy, however, seemed surprised at the discovery of his string leading to her finger, but he bowed slightly and gave a polite smile to her anyway.

She waited for him to approach her, and probably- ask her out. She had always thought that she didn’t have time for this trifle matter, but when she was finally able to see her soulmate, she couldn’t help but feel a bit… thrilled.

Even though she was planning to turn him down afterwards.

A deep scowl etched on her face as he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he headed to one of the empty tables, sat down on a chair, and skimmed through the catalog menu to decide which coffee he should pick.

The scowl on her face deepened.

Is he playing hard to get? Seriously??

 “Oi.” She approached him, as she got closer and closer, she realized that the string contracted- becoming shorter and shorter.

She waved her right hand in front of him.

“You can see it, right? The string.”

He stared dumbly at her hand for a moment, then at her scowling face.

“Ah, yes. I can see it.”

He was a little too polite and it somewhat pissed her off.

“So?” She asked irritatingly as she crossed her arms.

“…So?”

“Aren’t you going to… ask me out or something? My best friend’s soulmate asked her out the moment they met each other.” Her eyes landing everywhere but on him, too embarrassed at the fact that she had just asked him to ask her out.

“I see… That’s what I did too.” He murmured softly, but it caught her interest.

“Did? What do you mean?” she pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, waiting for his explanation.

“This is my second string. My first one was with a… ghoul. She cut it herself though. Right before she was trying to eat me.”

“And you survived?” She raised her eyebrow. “Are you making this up?”

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his expression carefully, trying to search for any hint of lies, but couldn’t find any. It doesn’t seem like he’s lying… but how did he survive? A dove helped him?

Well, whatever. I will not date a human.

“Should we cut it?” She asked bluntly.

“Eh??”

“You’re clearly traumatized by your first soulmate. And you’re not even my type. I think we should cut it.”

“No, don’t.” He grabbed her wrist out of panic. Her eyes followed his grip awkwardly, and he quickly let her wrist go. “I- I’m sorry. I just… I was scared.”

“You should.” Because I’m a ghoul too.

“Let’s- let’s give it a try. One date. If it’s horrible, then we’ll cut it. Okay?”

She thought for a while, staring hard at him, trying to imagine any future with him.

“Nope. I don’t think I will fall for you.”

He was taken aback by her answer, and it showed evidently on his face.

“But, if- if it doesn’t work out then I’m left with my last string… I don’t want to end up alone for the rest of my life… Also, I heard that for some people, they ended up alone even after the first cut. Which means the person they cut their string with was their only soulmate.”

Oh. She didn’t know that. Despite feeling sorry for him, she couldn’t afford dating a human.

Fine, I’ll treat you badly to make you cut the string yourself.

“Alright then, one date. But to be frank I prefer to stay single for the rest of my life rather than falling in love with you.” Because we can’t coexist.

She noticed the hurt in his grey eye as his gaze flickered to the red string that connected their fingers together, his lips pursed in a straight line.

“That’s so mean… But thank you, for giving me a chance.”

“Yeah, whatever. My shift is ending in half an hour. You wanna wait for me?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. I’m Kirishima Touka.” She took out her right hand, the string contracted as she did so.

“Kaneki Ken.”

The date was horrible.

At least- for Kaneki.

Touka was obviously not interested in him. So she kept on teasing him saying she’s a ghoul and she’ll eat him by the end of the date which scared the shit out of him. She wasn’t intending to eat him though. But he looked so cute when he was scared, so she had a lot of fun throughout the date.

Kaneki on the other hand was trying his best to get to know her, but she simply brushed him off, not feeling comfortable enough to share about her personal life with a stranger, albeit the stranger was none other than her own soulmate.

She stood outside a convenience store, waiting for her date to buy some ice creams when two guys appeared out of nowhere and pulled her into an alleyway beside the building.

“What are you doing here all alone, little girl? Wanna play with us?” One of them was tall and fat, and the other one was slightly shorter yet well-built.

“Shut up. Let me go.” She weakly pulled her arm, couldn’t risk using her ghoul strength when her date might see her and worse, report her to the CCG.

Tracing her would be easy since they were connected by the red string, and to cut the string, both parties must present at the scene, a proof of agreement on both sides.

“Come on~ We just wanna play~” The slightly shorter guy pushed her against the wall, yanking her dark hair so that she was facing him.

She was planning to spit on the guy’s ugly face, but the voice of her date stopped her from doing so.

“Let her go!” Kaneki appeared with plastic bag in his hand containing their ice creams. She couldn’t read the expression on his face. He looked… scared? Afraid, even, as if he might end up doing something he would regret later on.

“Ohho~ your soulmate, eh? What a waste to have someone like him as a soulmate.” He lowered his gaze while shaking his head, pretending to sympathize her. “Why don’t you cut the string? You deserve someone way better than this nugget.” They started to laugh loudly which sounded very much infuriating to her ears.

“S-shut up!” Kaneki made a move to punch the rude guy who was holding Touka, but the taller guy started to hit him from behind.

He lay helplessly on the ground while they kicked him mercilessly.

Touka just stood there, she was in a dilemma- whether to reveal her strength, or just acted as a weak young girl. Kaneki looked so weak, and those guys were beating him using their full strengths.

However, before she could even decide, kagune emerged from his back- knocking down the two guys, saving both of them.

He had a horrified look on his face as he stood up, perhaps he was expecting her to scream or cry for help, or maybe run then call the police to report him to the CCG.

But she just stood there, surprised at what had just occurred right in front of her eyes.

“You’re a ghoul too?”

Kaneki started to work at Anteiku, learning more about the world of ghouls with Touka and the rest of the café members.

They weren’t dating. But she did not dislike him anymore.

They grew closer and closer each day, with her teaching him how to fight, and him trying his best to meet her expectations.

When he said he would be sad if she died, after she was badly injured as a result of her own brashness, she couldn’t stop the warm feelings building up inside her.

One day, he gathered up his courage to ask her out on a date, for real. She said yes, and he was so excited, continuing his work while grinning stupidly all the time.

Four months ago, she stated that she wouldn’t fall for him, that she’d prefer to stay single for the rest of her life rather than falling in love with him. Fate, on the other hand, proved her wrong; his delicate side made her wanted to protect him, his nerd part helped her with her difficult school exams, his gentleness and caring side made her happy, and his kindness melted her icy heart, allowing him into her life.

She had fallen for him, slowly but surely.

A smile blooming on her face as she stared at the red string on her pinky finger which led to her soulmate. Maybe this is a good beginning, she thought.

However, fate seemed to be cruel to her, mocking her own words back then, giving her a taste of karma.

Their relationship ended before it even started.

The date never happened.

He was kidnapped by Aogiri.

[coryfied]

‘Happy Birthday!’

Characters: Jeonguk x Reader (ft Cory)

Summary: It’s your birthday and your boyfriend Cory has something very special for you in store.

Length: 4.235 words

Genre: Smut

A/N: YAY IT’S HERE!! Finally had the time to get this bad boy up and I’m more than excited to hear y’allS OPINION YAY!! Please don’t be too harsh with me it’s my fiRST SMUT AYEAYEAYE Now enjOY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!

'Jeonguk! Come here for a second' Cory said and mentions for Jeonguk to get into his room. Jeonguk raises an eyebrow before obeying and walking into his hyung's bedroom. 'What's up?' he asks, once inside. Cory closes the door before he sits down on the couch next to his friend. 'You know Y/N's birthday is coming up right?' he says and Jeonguk nods. 'Yeah! I've been thinking about what to get her for her birthday. She's into make up, right? Maybe I'll buy her something from-' 'Jeonguk' Cory interrupts. The look in Cory's eyes told Jeonguk to just stay quiet and let him speak instead of rambling on about what to get Y/N. 'I've been thinking. A lot to be honest, and I thought about giving her something special.' Instead of answering, Jeonguk just nods.

'Before we started dating, she had a thing for you. She told me, you were her favorite member' Cory confesses. Jeonguks eyes grow wide. 'What??' Cory shots him a stern gaze. 'Yes. But don't jump to conclusions, she's mine now' he grins and Jeonguk just smiles back at him. 'No worries, hyung. She's more like a sister to me. Quite the hot one, to say the least, though' he whistles. Cory grins. 'I thought you would think that. So, my idea for her birthday present is kind of simple. But I also don't want to make you uncomfortable, so please tell me if you don't want to do it. That's fine, too' Cory says. 'Hyung, what are you hinting at?' Jeonguk grows inpatient and just straight on asks his friend. Cory tries to hide a smile. 'I'm suggesting a threesome'

Y/N house isn't far from the boys dorm. It takes Cory and Jeonguk about 10 minutes to walk until they're standing in front of her apartment complex. 'Are you ready?' Cory asks and Jeonguk tries to hide a smirk. 'More than ready, hyung' Cory squints his eyes at his younger friend but doesn't say anything. 'I'll ring the bell and we go upstairs. You hide outside the apartment and I will open the door for you when shes occupied making hot cocoa. Where will you hide, once inside her apartment?' he asks. Jeonguk rolls his eyes. 'Her bathroom. I got the plan, hyung, let's just go' Cory sighs. 'I hope this isn't a mistake' he thinks to himself. Upon hearing the doorbell ring, Y/N hurries excitedly to the door to open up for her boyfriend. She's excited for today, it's her birthday and Cory promised her a present she won't easily forget. Whatever that meant, she was excited to find out. She hears a knock on her front door and opens up quickly, smiling from ear to ear. 'Hey Cory!!' she says happily. 'Hello Babe!' he says just as excited. He takes her waist into his hands and lifts her up shortly. 'Happy Birthday!' She giggles and he lets her go, kissing her briefly before swinging an arm around her shoulders and walking inside, closing the door. Jeonguk watched it all, a little back in the hallway and his excitement was bubbling up inside of him again. Y/N is very pretty. He always denied it, I mean she's dating his best friend, that's wrong right? When Cory asked him to do this for her, he was in the second he mentioned 'threesome'. He had a thing for Y/N, too, he just pushed the thought of having her the way he wanted for the sake of his friendship to Cory away. If they only knew, how often Jeonguk had to excuse himself because Y/N walked around in their dorm in only Cory's oversized sweater and panties. She was so comfortable with everyone in the group, it wasn't a rarety so see her in only her bra for a couple seconds. Jeonguk just seemed to have that incredible luck to get out of his room that morning the second she walked out of Cory's bedroom into the bathroom. Sometimes he just straight on went back to bed because he certainly didn't want to explain to his members why he's holding pillows over his frontal area the whole time eating breakfast. Daeil and Changsun would just tease him and try to find out who he was dreaming about, when in reality the reason for his hard on was just one room away from his own. Cory's harsh but quiet yell of his name rips him out of his thoughts and he walks towards Y/N apartment. 'Sorry' he mumbles when entering and Cory softly smacks his arm. 'Be quiet' he mouthes and holds a finger to his lips. Jeonguk nods. He quietly gets out of his shoes and puts them away with his jacket, trying to take as less attention to him as possible. 'Babe? Where are you?' Y/N asks and is about to round the corner when Cory walks towards her, leading her back to the living room. Jeonguk lets out a breath he has been holding in. Jesus, that was close. He hurriedly gets into the guest bathroom and waits for Cory to get him. Playing games on his phone seems a little off when he knows what's going to happen in a little while, so he just shuts the phone off and leans back against the wall, thinking about Y/N again. Just thinking about her butt in those panties makes him bite his bottom lip. He sighs deeply, already kind of regretting that he agreed to this in the first place. He worries, that if he actually gets to have a taste of the real feeling of Y/N, there's no going back. Imagining is one thing, but having her for real? That's another story. Cory said, he'd blindfold her so she's not going to see anything at first. Then, it's Jeonguks turn to make her feel good. Kiss her neck, down to the valley of her boobs and paying special attention to her nipples in the progress. Wandering down her spine with his hands, until they're resting on that sinfully good looking ass of hers. He secretly hopes, she's wearing those panties he saw that one day. His mouth giving her tummy wet kisses, trailing down to her core. Her whispers for Cory to hurry up, which he imagines are being very hot when in reality he's the one who makes her shiver. He's going to cup her core and feel the wetness, and he's going to have to bite on his tongue to not moan out loud. 'Fuck..' he whispers to himself and places his hand on his growing member. 'Stop this, Jeonguk, now's not the time to get a boner. Cory hyung is going to be pissed if he saw' he thinks and forces himself to stop thinking about what's happening in her room the next few hours. Without success, though. He's relieved when Cory finally opens the door to get Jeonguk. He's admitting to himself, that his stomach makes twists and twirls, but he's never going to speak it out loud. 'Come on, she's ready' Cory says and Jeonguk opens his mouth. 'Okay' Walking into her bedroom as quietly as possible, Jeonguk has to stop himself from groaning when he's seeing Y/N standing in the middle of the room, in only her underwear and a blindfold. Like the gods above have heard his prayers, she's wearing those black silky panties she wore that one day. He bites his lip, and looks at Cory. 'Babe? Cory, love, where are you.. I feel awkward waiting like this' she speaks and Jeonguk lets his lip go and waits for Cory's instructions. He nods his head at Jeonguk and mentions for him to go ahead. Cory positions himself right next to Jeonguk and speaks. 'I'm here, baby. Not going anywhere, you don't have to feel awkward at all. You're in good company' he says and smirks at Jeonguk, who grins back. Slowly, Jeonguk starts moving his hands towards her waist. She hisses when his cold fingers touch her warm skin. She starts to lift her arm to touch him, but Cory speaks up before she can. 'Nah-ah. Forgot what we agreed on?' he asks and she lets out a breath. 'No touching until you allow me..' she whispers. Jeonguk has to mentally slap himself to stay quiet. She's so incredibly sexy like that. 'Exactly. One more time, and I'll get the handcuffs' Jeonguks eyes are about to pop out of his eyes when he hears Cory. She starts smiling a little. 'And what if I want to be handcuffed?' she teases. Jeonguk can't believe what just got out of her mouth. She wants to be handcuffed? Holy Shit. 'Baby, you are not in control tonight. So behave' Cory says and Y/N just nods with a simple smile. 'Okay, Daddy' At the nickname, Jeonguks mouth automatically opens and he lets out a breath. He regrets it the second later, because of course she noticed. 'Do I make you nervous, baby?' she asks. Cory motions for Jeonguk to continue to touch her and he does what he's told to. She immediately shuts up and starts to softly moan, when Jeonguks hands roam around to her back and unclasp her bra. It instantly falls to the ground and his hands are on her naked boobs now, kneading and pinching her nipples softly. The soft moans she's giving Jeonguk are enough to drive him wild and he leans in towards her exposed neck, nibbling on the skin. Cory watches from next to them, and he's very satisfied with the situation. She seems to be enjoying this very much, but so does Jeonguk. When Y/N adressed Cory with her nickname, he intently watched Jeonguk and saw what an impact that name had on him. He smirks to himself before speaking, 'What do you want Daddy do to? Use your mouth, baby girl and tell me what you want me to do'. Jeonguk stares at her appearance, opened mouth, her flushed cheeks and the first drop of sweat making its way down her neck. 'I want you to play with my boobs. To circle my nipples and I want you to cup my core and rub my clit to make me feel good' she says. Jeonguk is about to explode. He's so hard already, it hurts to be in his skinny jeans. And hearing her dirty talk like this, he's about to lose his cool. After Y/N's commands, Jeonguk happily complies and gives her boobs the much needed attention. Her moans are getting heavier the more he sucks on her nipples. Jeonguks hand leaves a tingling trail on her skin as he wanders down to her core. Cupping her through her underwear, she suddenly grips his hair. Jeonguk stops what he's doing and just stares at her. 'Baby girl, what did I say about touching me?' Cory said and motions for Jeonguk to leave her body. 'Im gonna have to cuff you up now, baby' he continues and walks towards the night stand. 'But Cory... please... I just want to touch you.. It's my birthday!' Cory comes back and stands right in front of her. He leans into her ear and licks the shell. 'I know, babe, and you have absolutely no idea what you're going to get for your birthday, is that right?' he asks and she mumbles a yes. 'I'm bringing you to the bed now, stay still' Cory says and with a swift motion he lifts her up and brings her over to the bed. 'Can I take off the blindfold, Daddy?' Y/N asks, but Cory ain't having it. 'No.' he says sternly and cuffs her to the bedpost. He leaves the bed after he cuffed her properly to the bed and nods Jeonguk back over. 'Why would you leave the bed? Cory, please I'm getting impatient' she whines. The tone of her voice sends a shiver down Jeonguk's spine. He's absolutely captivated by her. 'Ah baby, no worries I'm already coming back' Cory says and pushes Jeonguk forward. He dips down onto the bed and licks his lips. Hell, yes. This is what he dreamed about, Y/N laying under his body, trapped by handcuffs, the bed and his posture. His head slowly lovers to her boobs again, spending quite a lot of time with them before his tongue trails down her tummy towards her underwear. Jeonguk takes the underwear between his teeth, before he starts pulling it down her long legs. Her breathing gets uneven and her anticipation grows from second to second he takes to kiss up her thighs. 'Cory, i swear to god, please, please just eat me I can't handle this teasing anymore' she begs and that's enough for Jeonguk to dive straight into her core. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth she's spreading through his system and the taste that consumes his mouth. Her moans are getting louder and Jeonguk hears that she's pulling at the cuffs, trying to reach his hair. He decides to tease her core for a bit before he starts to pay attention to her clit. Rubbing her with his tongue, while one finger is resting against her entrance. 'Please, Daddy, oh god, please finger me, please' Y/N moans and Jeonguk groans against her clit, sending vibrations through her whole body, making her shiver. 'Oh my god...' Jeonguk takes his time to tease her opening, wanting to hear her beg more whilst he's already working his magic on her clit. After some time, though, he decides that she's been teased enough and he plunges two fingers at once inside her opening. Her intake of breath and the arching of her back make him stop immediately. He takes his free arm to push her down by the waist and continues to pleasure her in the best ways. Cory, on the other side, sat on the couch at the other end of the room and watches his best friend destroying his girlfriend's core. His hand is steadily pumping his own member, trying to release some of the pressure. He can't believe himself, he is watching how his girlfriend is about to come by his best friends mouth and fingers. And the worst thing there is, he is actually enjoying this. Y/N's moans are driving him insane, her pleas for Cory to go faster when it's Jeonguk pleasuring her. He can't wait until she finds out. Which will be sooner than he thought. The reveal was supposed to be big. When she came, Cory wanted to say something from the other side of the room, making her instantly know that it definitely wasn't Cory who was pleasuring her. Jeonguk played his role perfectly, he didn't say a word the whole time, it is Cory who kind of messes everything up. He lets out a hiss, when his hand was going over his tip, smearig the precum over his aching cock. 'What was that? Cory- oh god- what was the noise?' she asked, but Jeonguk is doing his work very well and she is close, so she just decides to ignore it and concentrate on the pleasure she is recieving. 'Fuck, fuck don't stop now, Cory holy shit, go faster please, please' she begs and Cory's mouth is open, so his breathing isnt all too loud. 'Cory, I'm close' she admits and that's Jeonguks cue to go faster and harder than he did before. Her moaning increases, she's shaking when the wave of pleasure hits her. Y/N's eyes are blindfolded, but she still closes her eyes shut very tightly and leaves her mouth open, letting out all the sinful sounds that drive Jeonguk insane. Jeonguk laps up all of her remaining juices before caressing her thighs. Now it's Cory's time to speak up. 'You did amazing, baby girl. I am so proud of you' he says from the couch and Y/N instantly freezes up. 'C-Cory?' she asks in terror. If Cory is at the other side of the room, who has been pleasuring her the past thirty minutes? 'Wh-Who-' she can't even finish her sentence because she is way too shocked. She's been pleasured by a stranger, she thought it was her boyfriend and moaned his name, but obviously it wasn't her Cory who made her feel good. Jeonguk licks his lips before kissing up her tummy, going towards her neck. Goosebumbs are forming on her skin, when Jeonguk gives her nipples a short treatment each before going further up. He kisses her neck, her jaw and the corner of her mouth before he connects his lips with hers. Surprisingly, she instantly kisses back and tries to pull at the chains again. Jeonguks hand goes up to her hair and grabs it, feeling her locks between his fingers. Y/N would not admit it in front of Cory, but whoever is kissing her right now had the ability to make her wet again, even though she just came down from her high. Jeonguks other hand travels back down her body and to her bottom, squeezing it. That earns him access to her mouth and he instantly slips his tongue out to lick her lip and then start to battle with her tongue. All of Jeonguks fantasies just became true and he couldn't be any happier. He silently prays to god that Cory will let him fuck Y/N and have her his own way. Y/N breaks away from the intense kiss to catch her breath and has her mouth hung open, lips red and swollen, her lipstick completely smeared. Jeonguk licks his lip once more. 'Baby girl' Cory says from behind them. Y/N veins are pumping blood at an incredible pace and her breathing doesn't get back to normal at all, which makes her very angry. 'Cory' she whispers and continues to try and catch her breath. Cory motions for Jeonguk to continue, to finally reveal who was the one that made her feel so incredibly good. Jeonguk leans back into her ear and hums. 'Mhm, Kitten' he says lowly into her ear and her heartrate picks up. Is that..? No, it couldn't be. She was now just imagining things, why would Jeonguk be in her bedroom with Cory? It doesn't add up, he always said she's just a sister to him. 'Do you really not know who I am?' he continues to lowly talk to her before slowly unfolding her blindfold. She shakes her head hastily to get the material of her eyes, but Jeonguk stays with his head burried in her neck, giving her wet and sloppy kisses. It takes a few seconds for Y/N to realize what's going on. And another few seconds for her to recognize the black locks in the crook of her neck. 'J-Jeonguk?' she asks and Jeonguk takes this as his cue to lift his head and look into her eyes with a big smirk. 'Hi, Kitten' he says. Y/N can't believe what she's seeing. Jeonguk looks so worn out, his lips are swollen and red, her lipstick everywhere on his face and his hair is a little messy. Probably from when she accidentally grabbed his locks earlier. After the realization hits her, she's speechless. She looks over to Cory, sitting at the other end of the bed. 'I-I don't understand-' she tries but Cory interrupts her with a chuckle. 'Calm down, baby girl. Remember when you told me you had a thing for Jeonguk?' he asks and slowly creeps further up her body. Jeonguk still lays half atop her, face back in her neck, peppering kisses all over her soft skin. His fingers dance at her opening, teasing her. Y/N just weakily nods. 'Yes..' she answers softly. 'Well, I added one and one and thought about giving you what you craved. Jeonguk here hasn't had anything against it' he explains further and when Jeonguk hears his name, he bites into Y/N's skin softly and groans into her ear. Y/N's breathing gets uneven. 'So for your birthday present, princess, you will get pleasured by Jeonguk tonight. I may or may not lay a finger on you, too' Cory says and rests now at the other side of Y/N's body. 'I hope you enjoy your birthday present' Cory says and Jeonguk takes that as his cue to start pleasuring her again with entering her heat quickly. Cory softly bites Y/N's earlobe and kisses her neck, sucking at the skin and marking her his. The overstimulation is almost too much for Y/N to bare, but Cory's soft kisses and mumbles in her ear are making everything just more pleasurable. She always secretly dreamt about this. She never told Cory, but she never really stopped having that little crush on Jeonguk. Of course, Y/N loves Cory with all her heart. He's such a goofball but in moments like right now he's just so hot. Theres both sides to him, and she loves it. Y/N is very good friends with Jeonguk, too. And she hasn't thought about him in a sexual way for a long time, but when they've gone to the beach the other day with the other guys and Jeonguk came out of the other car in just his bathing bottoms, she freaked out for a second and couldn't look him in the eye for the rest of the day. Having him on top of her now, fingering her into absolute bliss is everything she never thought she wanted. Y/N's eyes are closed, but when she feels both men moving, she opens them to see whats going on. 'Relax, baby girl' Cory whispers into her ear and moves behind her, making her lay on his chest, caressing her hair. Meanwhile, Jeonguk moves on top of Y/N and rubs himself against her heat. She moans out loud, surprising everyone in the bedroom equally. 'I'm getting impatient, please, please hurry Jeonguk' she whines and both men are staring at her. It's the first time she really spoke up after the reveal, and she's obviously very needy. Jeonguk hurries to get out of his skinny jeans and boxers before putting on a condom and getting back on top of her. Cory is whispering sweet nothings into Y/N's ear whilst Jeonguk is lining himself up with her entrance. He's getting nervous now, this is the time he's waited for the past year. Pushing in slowly, he groans out immediately. 'Fuck...' Her intake of breath makes Cory groan, as her head presses down onto his ever growing erection. 'Fuck, she's so tight' Jeonguk groans and slowly starts thrusting into her. Y/N is moaning uncontrollably, grabbing his biceps and watching his face contort in pleasure. She pulls his face down, kissing him passionately, moaning into his mouth whilst he's rolling his hips into hers. Cory's heavy breathing in her ear drives Y/N insane. She lets go of Jeonguks face and searches for Cory's behind her back. Cory gets the hint, moving his face to kiss her deeply. He slides his tongue across her bottom lip, making her open instantly. Making out with Cory the same time Jeonguk is penetrating her makes the feeling just the more intense to Y/N. When Cory then starts to intensly rub her clit, that's enough for Y/N to lose it all. 'Fuck, I'm so close oh my god' she whispers and cries out once Jeonguk reaches her gspot. Cory rubs her clit harder, making her high built up at immense speed. 'Fuck, Y/N, I'm close' Jeonguk moans and Y/N nods. 'Fuck, yes yes yes, fuck I'm coming' she moans and Jeonguk takes this as his cue to thrust into her faster. Not many seconds later, Y/N hits her high and moans out Jeonguks name, which causes Jeonguk to reach his own high, too. Cory is watching the scenery and he's so happy that Y/N is actually enjoying this. He's admitting, he is a little jealous that she's enjoying this too much. But it's her birthday, and this is a one time thing. After coming down from his high, Jeonguk walks over to the bin and throws the tied condom into it. Then, he collects his clothes and looks over at Y/N and Cory cuddling on the bed, and he has to smile. Jeonguk wants to meet someone one day, too, that makes him feel the way Y/N makes Cory feel. Slowly and quietly he walks out of the room to get dressed and leave the house.

Meanwhile, Cory lays next to Y/N. Her head lays on his chest and her fingers play with his hair. 'Cory? You haven't finished, do you want me to help you out?' she asks tiredly, but Cory just smiles. 'Im fine, my love. Just go to sleep' he whispers and kisses her forehead. She doesn't answer, instead just cuddles closer to Cory and kisses his chest. 'Thank you, Cory. I love you' she says before she drifts off to sleep. Cory grabs his phone from his jeans pocket next to him and texts Jeonguk before going to bed himself. 'Thank you, man. I really appreciate what you did today, she's so happy and I can't thank you enough. See you in two days at practice! Love ya, man'

[evellyynn7]

A Night in Another Life

                  I woke up to an annoying alarm clock that read "6:20"It was time for me to wake up and start another day of boring school at lakeside high. I always end up encountering rude people or teachers that don't do they're job and mark me absent for no reason. But today was different.. I opened my eyes to a whole new room! I noticed I was sleeping on a bigger and more comfortable bed then my original bed and everything was so aesthetically pleasing. My closet was opened and inside were so many cute clothes and shoes, along side was my other necessities and cute decor. I also heard yelling downstairs coming from 2 teenage boys. I was so curious that I got up and got dressed cause I didn't want to look lazy in front of 2 random guys

As I walked down the stairs I was shoved my Cameron Dallas! "Oh my gosh!" In my head it hit me and I realized I was in my dream world! So I went along with it "Sorry liv, watch where ur going next time" Cameron joked and then ran off laughing with Grayson "Kids! Stop playing with the football in the house! I've said this many times so your both grounded!" My new mother Alice took their laptops and football for the day and told us to eat breakfast She reminded me a lot of my other mom. I walked to the kitchen and poured myself some cereal and observed everyone, still trying to get a feel of it all. Everyone was all talking and seemed to busy to even notice me until my dad spoke up and asked why I was being so quite "Hun, what about you? Your really quite this morning, did you not sleep well?" My dad asked me looking concerned "Yea dad I'm fine I'm just tired" I smiled to him assuringly "Mom how much longer do we have to do these family Tuesday breakfast things" Grayson asked with some lack of care for the whole family thing. "Until you kids show some interest into our family.. especially after what happened with hannah's parents" mom said seemingly distracted "Yea yea mom we get it just don't remind us about her, we know the story" Cameron said

"Okay I should be going to school, I'll see you guys tonight" I said but got cut off by my dad who reminded me of my cheerleading practice I left the house and went into my black g wagon. I looked absolutely gorgeous in my car and my body was sooo hot!!! i had a toned stomache and arms and thighs. i was wearing cute clothes and just felt so confident in myself.

I picked up my friends alex and Jessica, Betty would meet us at school cause he mom was always skeptical of me "a teenager driving her precious daughter " around so we always just meet up. "Hey bitch!" Jessica jumped into shot gun and seemed super happy this morning "Heyyy girl!" I turned up the volume of my aux cord to clout 9 and we were jamming in the car on our way to alex's As I got out of the car to greet Alex's dad.. (like I have to do every morning cause he's strict) his dad greeted me with a smile and muffin which I declined and just got alex and went to the car He wobbled in the back with his cane and we drove off to school. As we entered the zoo we call liberty high school, I saw Bryce, Zachary, Justin, and Monty by the lockers checking me and Jessica out as we walked in. All I could hear were cat calls and in the back of my eyes I could see Bryce and Zach playing around as if they were hitting us from the back

"Ooo damn babe your looking good today, I'm totally down to bang if your up for it" Monty said coming towards me and cornering me to the lockers. I felt so uncomfortable and he could tell but seemed to like that so he got more aggressive pushing himself on me more, it was obvious I didn't like it. All of a sudden I heard a deep voice and firm hands pull off Monty. "Hey what the hell man!" Monty turned around almost about to hit the older looking guy until he noticed the age difference. He said fuck you man as he was about to leave but then Dean started talking firmly to him. " this doesn't look like mutual young man, why don't you leave this pretty girl alone and run along" dean said with a nice grin, he looked so hot but what was he doing here?

I looked at the handsome stranger and couldn't help but blush and feel myself get closer to him. His body was nearly touching mine and his scent was intoxicatingly good I could also feel his hand brush against mine as he looked up at me concerned

"How are you? I noticed him making you uncomfortable and wanted to check on you, you gotta watch out for guys like that cause they love to play with pretty girls like you." He said with a small grin

"My name is Dean... I mean Mr. Winchester." He said the second part more nervous cause he knew he messed up with saying Dean.

"Hi I'm Olivia, are you a new teacher here?"

"I'm actually the new toilet scrubber" He started laughing and began speaking again quickly after

"I'm totally kidding I'm the new science teacher"

I laughed at his joke and asked what room he's teaching in, he said room 537

"I actually have that class 5th"

"I'll see you in my 5th period class then ms Olivia, I have a lot in store" he winked and walked away. I watched him walk away and damn it was hot! His hot body and toned ass in those work pants looked amazing!

Before he walked in his classroom he caught me looking! He gave a small chuckle and then closed his door.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my ass and whisper in my ear.

"Just cause he got in between us then doesn't mean he can stop us after school."

"Monty! What the hell?!" I shoved him back but he quickly grabbed my hand and pushed me on the lockers with his body. His hands roamed under my shirt and he was squeezing my boobs.

"Monty get off!!"

He just kept pushing himself on me and kissed my neck very hard, I felt him grow hard under me since his body was literally glued to me. Suddenly the bell rang for class and the principal came walking down the halls

"Shit! I'll be finishing this after school" Monty winked and rushed off. I felt sick but somehow I kind of liked it... what was going on with me?? I walked to my first period and went through the day happily until 5th hit, then I became so excited I rushed to class.

As I walked in the class was empty.. guess I was a little too eager.

"Hi Olivia, how was your other classes?"

"It was great thanks" as I stood next to him talking he became so interested in me. His stare was strong on me that I could almost feel his eyes on my body but he was also such a great listener and actually cared. The class started filling up and I had to grab a seat but with that he said

"My class should be your favorite by the end of today" he smiled and went to the podium. I took my seat and some kids were staring like they knew something I didn't. I started feeling nervous or uncomfortable so I asked Jessica who had this class with me and sat in front of me.

"Hey why is everyone staring at me?"

She looked at me and examined my neck.

"Maybe cause you have a big hickey on your neck.. how did you get that you don't even have a boyfriend?" She looked at the teacher and back at me noticing I was pretty early for class today.

"No way jess! I wouldn't! That's the teacher cmon!" I said already knowing what she was thinking

"Well everyone here is probably thinking the same thing.. okay if it wasn't him then who did you hook up with during school?"

"No one I swear!... wait omg I remember Monty getting really aggressive with me in the halls, I tried to push him off but he was too strong" I told Jessica but she got pissed and was angry at Monty the whole time in class, sending him dirty looks since he had that class too. After class Mr Winchester told me to stay after (like any usual teacher student bond in movies)

"So how did you like your first class mrs Martinez? You seemed very interested"

"It was great I just don't understand how the chemical bond between certain atoms can connect" I said flirtingly cause I knew the answer I mean I was the smartest kid in that class, just wanted some extra help if you know what I mean.

"Oh if you want I can help tutor you"

"Olivia!!! Your gonna be late for practice we have a big pep rally tomorrow!!" Chloe yelled at me seeming stressed.

"Chill chloe it's not the end of the world I'll be right there."

"No now!!"

"Sorry Mr Winchester looks like a certain cheerleader is asking for me... I'll take you up on that offer later" I winked at him and left feeling him stare at me as I left.

As I walked into the locker room to change I saw the girls already dressed and talking so I decided to hurry up. I had a nice body but even then I still would take my time take off each article of item at a time but this time I was rushing so I was only in my bra and underwear until suddenly I heard a scream. It