#past tense is so easy for me to stick to without slipping

[menlove]

present tense my enemy

[greengoblinswifey]

I need more Pope Heyward smut pls

summary— after a surf-off with Pope, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect. you invite him back to your place, where a shared shower leads to an intimate connection.

warnings— sub!pope then kinda dom!pope, dom!reader, oral, face sitting, hand job, praise kink, mentions of good boy, squirting, unprotected sex.

a/n— sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ll be faster next time!

The sun was high, casting golden light across the waves as you stood at the edge of the surf, surrounded by kooks and pogues. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Pope as he paddled out, his focus intent on the waves. When he caught you watching, he flashed a quick smile that sent a small thrill through you.

He wiped out on a wave just as some of the kooks, including Ruthie, burst out laughing. “Heyward, you should stick to your side of the island!” she jeered. They were enjoying themselves a little too much, but before you knew it, you stepped forward and spoke up, voice steady. “Enough, he’s doing great.”

The laughter faded, and they threw you surprised looks before shrugging it off and talking amongst themselves. When they turned to leave for Topper’s place, you stayed behind, waiting for Pope as he wrung out his shirt, breathless from the surf.

“You’re not going to Topper’s?” he asked, an almost hopeful edge to his voice.

“Nah. Thought I’d skip it,” you replied with a shrug. You hesitated, then added, “I have some beers back at mine if you want to join me. And there’s a movie theatre downstairs if you wanna watch a movie later.”

He cleared his throat, eyes widening just a bit. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

At your place, you two settled onto the large back porch with beers in hand, the conversation flowing as naturally as the tide. You laughed over each other’s stories, and the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the island in warm amber.

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Pope murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

You shrugged, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Someone had to. They don’t know you like I do.”

Your hand brushed his, and the light, easy laughter between you stilled, replaced by a heavy silence. You watched him, heart racing as his gaze dipped to your lips. “I- I don’t usually end up here,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smirked, feeling bolder than ever. “Maybe you should.”

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle and intense all at once. You melted into each other’s arms, the sound of the waves a soft backdrop to the moment you’d both been waiting for.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and flashed him a mischievous grin. Leaning down, you started kissing along his neck, feeling him tense under you. Each time you shifted, his quiet moans escaped, his voice soft but full of need. You couldn't help but smile against his skin, murmuring, “You make such pretty sounds, you know that?”

His cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you, completely caught in the moment. Taking his hand, you led him through the house and upstairs to the bathroom connected to your room. In the bathroom, you turned to face him, feeling the warmth between you grow. With a gentle pull, you stepped back toward the shower, turning on the water and letting the steam fill the room.

As you let the water wash over you, he joined you, eyes full of awe. He was practically speechless, captivated by the sight of you in the soft light and steam, naked in front of him.

As you turned to face him, you noticed his breath hitching and his cheeks flushed. Smiling, you grabbed the soap, lathering it up in your hands before gliding them over his chest, feeling each tense muscle beneath your fingers. He let out a gasp as you moved lower, his breaths growing shallow, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping past his lips.

He stuttered, eyes meeting yours with a mix of need and hesitation. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned close, murmuring seductively in his ear, “Only if you cum for me like a good boy.” You continued the teasing motion, moving your hands up and down on his rock hard cock, drawing out each gasp until his voice broke in a quiet plea. When he asked for permission, you nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you as he surrendered completely.

Afterward, he reached for you, fingers trembling slightly as he trailed kisses along your neck, his hands moving with a gentleness that was all his own. Taking the soap, he carefully lathered your shoulders, moving down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. When the shower ended, you both stepped out and wrapped in towels, drying each other off with soft, lingering touches.

You led Pope into your room, glancing back with a teasing smile. His gaze was soft yet filled with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity between you. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently pull you into his arms, his touch careful and almost reverent.

“You’re so so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in awe, and you felt warmth spread through you at the tenderness in his voice.

Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger as his arms tightened around you. When you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.

“Think you can keep up with me?” you teased, your voice playful yet inviting. Pope chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anything you ask.”

“Then show me,” you murmured, guiding him back, savoring every moment together. His shyness faded with each kiss, and in his gaze, you saw only admiration and desire, making every shared moment feel even more meaningful. “Make me feel good.”

Pope was much stronger than you evidently, this was proven much further when he lifted you up by your thighs into the air making you squeal. “Oh my- Oh my god Pope?!”

He chuckled and you gasped in surprise as his mouth came in contact with your core. He had you hovering in the air as he ate you out. He licked and suckled on your clit like a man possessed, like your pussy was the only thing that could satisfy the primal hunger in him. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he ravished you.

Swiftly, he laid on the bed, making sure your pussy landed right in his mouth. Your gasp and moans filled the room as you writhed under him, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his tongue buried deep inside you before it flicked your clit and sent surges of pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Taste so good baby, so fucking good,” he groaned beneath you, slipping a finger in as he focused on your clit.

“Mhm- I think I’m gonna cum Pope, or pee, wait I have to get up,” you gasped.

Pope smirked under you, knowing what was about to happen. You tried to get up from off him but he held you firmly down on his face ravishing you as the urge to pee became unbearable.

“Pope!” you moaned, feeling fluid spurt from your pussy in what felt like showers. You hadn’t peed tho, you squirted. For the first time too. He continued licking and sucking the remnants of your juices from your pussy before finally allowing you to breathe and get off his face.

“That was so hot, was that your first time— you know?” he asked.

You nodded breathlessly before capturing his glistening lips in a heated kiss. You were all you could taste on his lips.

“Alright you had your fun, my turn.” he smirked. You loved the sound of that.

He hovered above you, using the head of his leaking cock to tease your pussy as you writhed underneath him. “Beg me,” he said, making your eyes widen, “beg me to fuck you.”

He was playing the same game you did with him and you loved it.

“Please Pope, put it in, fuck me baby,” you begged.

He slowly pushed into your leaking cunt, clearly satisfied and you arched into him, your body on fire already.

“That’s it, what a good girl, take it all,” he cooed, inching his very long dick inside you. When he was finally inside, you both paused, savoring the moment of him being inside you for the first time.

“You’re so deep,” you whined.

“That’s right baby, so deep inside this pussy.”

He started moving, thrusting inside you at a steady pace as you wrapped your neck around him. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in the fine specimen of a man above you as he started to pound into you harder. You almost couldn’t take it.

“Sorry baby, you just feel so good, so fucking wet, I have to go faster.”

You nodded and gasped as he picked up the pace, pounding into you roughly as the sound of skin slapping and both your almost pornographic moans filled the room. He sucked on your nipples, biting gently and swirling his tongue them as he reached down and rubbed your clit fast. Before long, you clenched around his hard cock, squirting again.

He looked down, smirking at the soaked sheets and his torso smeared with your fluids. You didn’t think you could go anymore and he picked up on it, laying gentle kisses all over your face as he chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum beautiful?” he asked, between panting.

“On my face.”

He pulled out quickly and came exactly where you asked. You played with his balls and stuck your tongue out, catching the ropes of cum in your mouth as everything spurted out.

“I- I’m coming so much for you beautiful, fucking hell,” he panted.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

[parabantlers]

Different People

(Maybe a bit tense on the emotional side of thing for the reader. Involves some self loathing and mental issues. I hope I didn't take anything too lightly while also keeping it sweet and sincere. So read at your discretion.) There's something in the air that snags you from the party. Away from Kyle, who trails you with his eyes as he talks to a few old friends at the bar. You had to reassure him you were okay and just needed to sit a bit off at one of the empty tables and he took your word for it. Because why would you lie? You were fine. Should've been fine. But something was still in the air that made your stomach twist and your head spin. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you swear you didn't drink a lot to have everything feel so distant. Maybe it was more, something in the subconscious stirring.

It's a rousing snake that sits in your body, ready to uncoil and strike into your heart. Filled with venom, to crush everything you hold so dear to your chest. By the time you sit in one of the corners of the room, watching as Kyle chats with everyone around him. As he pulls them in with that charming smile, quick wit and kind eyes. The snake bites into your heart, squeezing the life out of you. It's him.It's his absolutely astonishing good looks and inviting eyes. Same things that drew you in the first time. His accent is addictive and warm like hot apple cider or fresh cinnamon bun. Everything about him took you in and refused to spit you out.

When your insecurities over your body start to appear the first time he had you in his bed, he quickly kissed those scars like he was dying to touch you. To have you. He made you feel like you were the stars in the night sky, twinkly and bright.

The best part about your boyfriend was that he listened. Every word that you said to him went straight to his mind and heart. No matter how big or small, he remembered.

He got you your favorite snacks out of the blue. They were something you hadn't had since you were a kid and yet, here they were in your hands. He made it feel so easy.

When you felt so small and stuck in the past, or future or just stuck in all of it, he listened even when you didn't say anything. He just held you, rubbing your arm or back. He let you rant and spill your thoughts out of that head until he was dragging the glass of water to your lips.

Even in his worst moments, to you it was his deployments. That's it. That's all.

You argued with each other, yes. But it all felt so insignificant. Like who was going to do the dishes or paying for dinner or fucking Monopoly night of all things.

It was so perfect. Picture perfect and yet you didn't feel like you fit in that picture. You wish you could cut it up, shred it and slip someone better next to him in the frame.

You were waiting for yourself to be someone like that. That maybe with a bit of work and trying to stop these incessant thoughts of how minuscule you felt, it would be you.

But at your best, you felt as if you were nothing

And at your worst?

That thought sends you out of the doors without one look back. You gulp down the cool air as it sticks to your sweaty skin, heart racing into your ears. You didn't even hear the door open as Kyle came out.

"You alright, darling?"

Your breath hitches as you shake your head. He clocks how your eyes flicker to the doors behind him before taking your hand gently in his. He drags you to the empty parking lot, straight for your car. You shake your head immediately and pull away.

You were an airborne disease. One that should not be locked into a small containment, ready to steal more life. To take more of him.

Kyle's eyes darted as he pulled you to sit by him at least against the car. Hidden from prying eyes in this small secluded spot as they stared ahead at a brick building, he hoped it was enough.

"You know you can talk to me and if not- we can stay here as long as you like but I'm not going anywhere." He set his hand down in between them, watching you closely as you almost seemed to tremble.

Observant eyes lead to him putting his jacket around your shoulders. It's a small flinch at his kind touch but rather than push away again, this time it was so much harder to do. With his scent filling your nose, comforting some parts of you and the warmth hugging you, it was impossible not to curl up in it.

You bite your lip while your vision gets blurry, staring up at the cloudy sky. It takes time as all the words that rattle and taunt try to come out at once. It comes with a grit of your teeth as it stumbles out.

"Do I-don't you get tired of being the one that has to fix me? I mean, look at you. You can have the best of the best. You deserve it. You're so-- you're the stars in the night sky as cheesy as that sounds-" you take your gaze over as he seems to stare right back into yours,"-you're bright and bold and so so beautiful in all senses of the word. And maybe-maybe I'm like the smog? Maybe I'm the pollution that hides you away?"

Your words get choked back as it feels impossible now to make even more of a scene, tears staining your skin as you remain silent for a short bit, trying to finish your thoughts before it could eat you alive anymore than it has.

"It always feels like you're picking up my scraps and putting me back together again and again and again. What do you-what is there to even get out of me anymore? You have me. I've been under you. I've fallen in love with you. You got it all so what else is there to even fucking get anymore? What about you? What do you get out of this?"

You close your eyes, hoping and pleading that whatever he says would release you from the torrent waves that keep you captive.

A gentle touch against your cheeks.

His thumbs wipe the tears off and stay there, holding your head in his chest, "look at me."

It takes a few seconds of bracing yourself before opening your eyes back to him. A loving smile has placed itself on his lips and adorns his eyes with something bright once again, “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

It takes a puzzled look that makes him continue.

“Before you, it was hard to talk to anyone here about my work. But with you it was always so easy.”

You shook her head, “but I didn’t even really ask about it. It’s not like we could talk about it.”

“You’re right, but we didn’t need to. You think I couldn’t tell you what you were doing with the copious amounts of touching and coming over with a shit ton of food? I felt like every time you saw me, I was being squeezed to death. It felt good. Still feels good. It always made me feel so-” he pulled the back of your hand to his lips, planting a small kiss, “missed. It can be hard not knowing how to talk about my own personal issues so when you saw me on my worst days, it felt like I was going to be okay.”

He nodded at that as she spoke up, “but I was just doing that because-”

“What, love? Because you wanted to do it? Because maybe something about you is actually very fucking sweet and kind and wonderful and maybe–just maybe you didn’t realize I was going through some dark things in my head? Because you still light up my day just by being yourself?”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, “maybe I don’t have moments like yours but I still have my moments. I still think about how crazy it is that I got someone like you. That doesn’t even fucking realize how good she is because it comes to her so naturally. It’s actually fucking maddening.” He shook his head with a huff.

It elicits a small chuckle which takes his attention straight back to your face, “that a laugh? Laughing at my expense?”

You shake your head with a mischievous glint in your eyes but instantly stops as you’re being pulled up and over his shoulder with a squeal.

“Kyle! Put me down!” You smack his back a few times as he laughs, twirling you around once he moved a bit away from the car.

“Nah, I like you like this. You know what-” his voice becomes loud as he shouts, “i’m in love! I’m so fucking in love!”

That makes you scramble to try and sit up straight to put a hand over his mouth as your own laugh bubbles up and out,  “can you not!? That is the worst thing you have ever done.”

He sets you down with a smile, “is it? I guess that’s one bad thing about me, hmmm?”

A sigh before you smile at his easy success, pulling your head out of the clouds once more, “yeah, i’m writing that one down first on your list of awful things Kyle does. Followed by being shit at baking cookies and a sore loser at Mario Kart.” You sniffle at that, wiping at your eyes.

He grinned and pecked your lips, “yeah? Let’s go fucking see who’s shit at Mario kart then.” He opened the door for you once more.

“What about your friends and such?”

“I’ll text them later when I get my girl home and beat her perfect- and I mean perfect ass in M-” he closed his eyes as her lips pressed against his. The taste of faint liquor and something sweet permeated on his own lips as they pulled into a dopey smirk, “love you too, darling.”

Soft and inviting, you were to him. How could he ever be tired of it? Even with the waves of all these awful thoughts and ideas, it still didn’t change that you were a paradise he always dreamed of. Not when you smiled like that at him, whether it be sluggish or full of light in your eyes.

He couldn’t ask for anything better as you two got in the car, holding his hand in yours as he drove, kissing the back of his hand with the same loving passion that you showed him when you kissed him for the first time.

Sweet, kind and wonderful. (So sorry for how leeeeengthy this one was. If you got through this, thank you so much! Cheesy as it was, it feels good to write again. I hope everyone that does write or is writing is learning to enjoy the process for what it is. It can be daunting, but it's so fun and I hope you all have fun on reading, writing or whatever artistry you enjoy. Bye for now!)

[undead-merman]

Day Three: Summoning Circle Gone Wrong

GN Tav and Raphael

Contains dubious consent, sex without feelings, rough sex, and rough oral.

Another night you couldn’t sleep as your brain decided idly tracing dirt with a stick was much better than getting any kind of rest. Ancient letters of all sorts, just traced and erased as you sat in the dark of those strange ruins you always camp next to. Every single little problem was muddled in your brain, and you couldn’t focus on a single thought that pounded around in that overly crowded skull.

So many problems, with a looming time constraint with an invisible countdown. It wasn’t a surprise you couldn’t find solace. Even when your companions tried to ease the burden, you knew they all had their own issues to shelter on their shoulders, this was something that was in everyone’s minds, not just your own.

Your tome sat at your side as you tried to sort through all these complicated thoughts, trying to find a way to cool your budding anxiety. Yet it wasn’t enough. These past few days, nothing has been enough. A shaky sigh slipped from your lips and nose as your hand idly fiddled. A wizard’s hands never steady and only seem to fidget more in times of stress. Perhaps this is why Faerûn has so many magical items? Regardless, you stab the ground with your perfect little drawing stick in frustration.

A flash and heat as strong as a volcanic gust from freshly spewed magma. Your hair and clothes fly back. A pull of the weave, yet something else mingled in with its grasp, and before you could even consider reacting, sulfur crystals, snapping and cracking, as the force shoved you back. You managed to brace yourself from falling completely on your ass. Your gaze drifts up, you see a very familiar Cambion, not in his human disguise, but in his pointed ear, red skin, abyssal black eyed form. His face was twisted up with frustration, alarm, many even awe, but it melted away as soon as he saw it was you, curling into a lopsided charismatic grin, all within a split second, maybe even less than that, a trick of the light more than likely.

“What. A. Surprise.” his voice came in pauses, emphasizing each word off his forked tongue, a pearly white smile showing a little too much teeth. “How did you manage to do this? I’m impressed.” Yet his tone was bordering on a threat.

Telling him it was an accident has him sneering more as his large leathery wings flutter and kick up dust. “How extraordinary. How your idle hands somehow brought a devil to me by your side.” He drew closer even while you were so tense. “Eager to see me? Have you thought about my offer?”

He was so close that you could feel his hot breath on your body, how similar it was to a hot summer’s breeze with a deep spice laced in, the smell wasn't as strong as succubus spittle but enough to make you crave more. A sharp and dangerous flood of desire surged through your core, both far too thrilling and unsettling. His long yet thick fingers come up and intertwine into a single lock of your hair. His smirk never left his face even when he tugged the strand and brought you ever closer still, your nose is so close to him. “Or have you simply just been thinking about me? Your savior. How else would you have been able to pull off such a feat. If you want me so bad, come, prove yourself to me.”

A somewhat painful yank of your hair before he finally let the strand go and pulled back, allowing you to make the first move. How could you not? Those devilish eyes had your loins stirring, mouth watering, and heart racing. How easy would it be? It was as if fate had turned you to him. Just forget everything, let him take control, ease your mind.

You meld against him, your body melts against his body shape like it was meant to be. He guides you into him, one hand stretched out like in invitation as the other one catches the small of your back. The deep intensity of his gaze sends a taboo shiver down your spine. Gods, you should not be doing this…

The other hand he was holding out in invitation prances up your side, one finger at a time, before the nail hooks into your camp clothes and sliced the fabric with ferocity. The scraps droop and your flesh is left bare, with only a small red line across your skin, not even enough to bleed. That thumb pushed at the line and breathed a laugh from his nose. “On your knees.” A command that your building lust and fading reason followed with little hesitation. Falling down, he cupped your head and pressed it against his clothed crotch. Musk, tinged with that spice that’s boarding on brimstone and perhaps clove... And a hint of cherries?

He practically uses your mouth as a tool, a toy, to drag over his slowly hardening cock with each ministration. Yet despite it, your lust continued to ooze from within. Fuck, you really wanted this half-devil’s cock. Maybe it really was fate. You knew in the back of your mind this was one of the worst things you could do, becoming putty in a devil’s hand. But you needed this, shit you needed this since even before getting on that ship. Fuck it, no more thoughts. Not when this fiendish cock is now rock hard and strain against his trousers and weeping through the fabric.

Your hands trail up to find the hem of his pants, but the hand on your head yanks you back. A sinister sneer over his lips. “With your lips, pet.” A shudder ran through you at the command, and you gently found it with some pushing of your nose and with your teeth managed to pull it down. Only to be smacked with Raphael's boiling hot cock. Hitting you right in the cheek, close to getting your eye. A strand of precum sticking to you and his prick.

He doesn’t wait, Raphael wrenched his thumb into your mouth and pulled the flesh. Enough to make you wince, he licked his teeth at the sight of your compliance and ground his cock across your face once more to spread his lewd fluid over your face. “Now open.” He didn't remove his thumb, he just let you follow orders, staring at your pink tongue. The thumb reached down to stroke the wet appendage and with a single beat his cock was down your throat. Brutal. There were tears in your eyes as your throat convulsed around his shaft. He sighed as he held you firm, nose smashed against his pubic bone and, of course, happy trail. His grip was iron as you trashed and choked, making sure to keep you in place as your eyes filled with tears and fell down your face.

“There we go. Keep it in.” As if you had the strength to pull away from his grasp. The lack of air has your head spinning and just as you think you're about to black out he pulls away. You spit and hack, trying to catch your breath as all the blood rushes up to your head. You see spots, a smile, and a dripping wet cock. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is in your mouth once more.

The devil is skull fucking you. Holding your head and using far too much strength, thick hands tangled into your hair, pulling at the scalp by your hair. Fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You could feel him bruising the inside of your throat, esophagus bulging, the prickly scent and taste of this devil was overwhelming and yet your body could feel more and more lust building. How could you want more when it was already so much? On your bruised knees, your hips tried to find friction. You need more.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to get yourself off.” His cock felt like it straight up punched you in the mouth, and you gagged around it. “Still your hips.” you tried. You tried so much, wincing at the tenderness of your gullet, one eye screwed shut. You had to fight with your body to not chase that building desire. Your thighs trembled with your restraint, but your willpower was fading fast. Especially with that devious smile on that handsome crimson face. Eyes smoldering as they gazed down at you. Pure dominance leaking from every action, every pore.

You started thrusting at the air, your body lost in the act. His foot shifted and pressed against your sex, hard. You squeaked around the meat of his cock, but it was quietly and quickly squashed. “My, my, you don’t listen very well.” harder and harder it forced more tears and noises from you. “But,” he nearly hummed out. “Since you are taking my cock so well, I suppose I’ll allow you to use my foot.” It wasn’t the kind gesture he was making but out to be. Every motion sent a sharp pain up your spine, but with the scent of sex and the hells in your nose and your arousal already at such a height, you took everything he gave you with desperation.

You ground into his sole and kept your throat as relaxed as it could get. The action of being throat fucked itself bringing you pleasure and the shark shocks of pain. The dirty deed was enough to bring you closer and closer. You could feel his cock throbbing more and more inside of you and with a sudden tug that was sure to yank a few hairs out, his seed exploded in your mouth. The taste was unlike anything you’d ever had on your tongue, horrible, like burnt garlic tinged with sulfur.

He pulled out, leaving a thick mixing of saliva and just as you were about to spit it out Raphael’s hands came down, gripping your jaw with one and pinching your nose with the other. “Drink it.” his foot twisted more, sending another twisted sense of pain intertwined with pleasure. You were violently brought to climax as you were forced to swallow the foul spend. After he pulled away from your pathetic, quivering form, he fixed his deep dark eyes upon you. They were brimming with a scornful arrogance, as though he'd emerged victorious from this, his massive membrane wing quivered with exhilaration.

“Not bad.” he pulled his trousers back up and soaked it all in, dusting his hands before offering a mockery of a bow, just as he always does. “Not bad at all. I hope you think about our deal a bit more from now on, instead of idly tracing symbols in the dirt.” A fanged smile as his body lit into flames, leaving only a Cheshire smile behind. “Next time you may not be so lucky.”

[angeldcgs]

the change between the blissful serenity he'd experienced while in hypnosis and the tense, fraught state arlo currently found himself in was like night and day, and witnessing the crushing weight of shame cause him to fold in on himself was heartbreaking. all her efforts to build up his confidence over the last few months seemed to slip right from his body with the realization of what he'd done, fern having unintentionally lured him into a major setback. as a therapist, witnessing a downward spiral right after major progress was par for the course— healing had never been a linear journey. she was fully prepared for him to get better, and worse, and so on and so forth until the dramatic highs and lows eventually managed to mellow out on the medium-high side. what fern was struggling with in this instance was that she felt she was solely to blame for what happened, like she'd fundamentally failed him as a therapist, and she wouldn't blame him if he went out and sought other accommodations after this. for her, it would be easy to move past this, but for him? he might never be able to look her in the eye again without dissolving into a puddle of embarrassment. "you have nothing to apologize for, arlo. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have pushed you like that while you were so vulnerable, that was wrong of me." god, he was pitiful. an absolutely wretched, sniveling husk of a man, and it was absolutely killing fern that she couldn't go back over to the couch and wrap him up in her embrace until he felt at ease. to touch him in any way would be wildly inappropriate now, whether it would succeed in soothing him or not. now that she knew what she knew about arlo's feelings for her, she couldn't do anything to feed into it. "it's alright, i promise. you didn't do anything wrong! you did so well, arlo, you were so brave, and i'm so proud of you. ok? i mean it." her desire to stifle his crush aside, fern couldn't just be cold and detached to him, especially not now when he was clearly so fragile. at the end of the day, she couldn't control how he interpreted what she said to him, or how he felt about her, but she wouldn't let him leave her office before he knew that there was nothing bad about what he'd done— god knows how severely he'd beat himself up about it all once he was alone with his thoughts. "we can wrap up for today if you'd like to go home, but i really would like it if you'd stay." her wide, pleading eyes were silently willing him to stick around, not wanting to force him to finish the session if he was really that uncomfortable, but making sure he knew she didn't want him to leave. "sit down, please. we should... we should just go over a couple things, just so you're clear on boundaries. but you're not in trouble, i'm not upset."

of course it was natural, in the privacy of your home, that is. it wasn't natural to be hard while sitting in your therapist's office, piecing together what had taken place only to reveal an ugly and highly humiliating picture. arlo felt his face grow hotter with each passing second till he knew he was a burning shade, his cheeks and the tip of his nose seemingly as bright red as possible and yet that wasn't even something he had the time to feel embarrassed about. the sudden shock and upset at the situation had thankfully corrected his body's attempt at degrading him and his erection had started to soften, not quickly enough for his liking but at least he wasn't still- touching himself. like a ton of bricks, the full magnitude of his actions hit him and arlo felt tears begin to well, his nose suddenly snotty and wet from the burst of emotion. this was exactly why he found himself alone, because he was a weirdo and a freak and ruined everything he got close to with his inability to be normal. "i'm so sorry." he spoke, but it was barely audible, rough like sandpaper catching against carpet, he didn't want to speak at all but he had to try and fix things. "i'm sorry i- i shouldn't have done that." he knew he wasn't in control, but some gross, perverted part of his brain had thought it appropriate and surely that deserved punishment, it was still a part of him after all. had he upset fern? disgusted her? was she going to suggest he go see another therapist? his stomach turned at the thought and slowly, arlo moved from the couch. "i can- i can leave, if you want me to." despite his height, he suddenly looked very small, a lost little boy so petrified of being told off for something he hadn't meant to do. it might have been better for them both if he did leave, but after everything, it felt wrong to do so without checking it was what fern wanted. why she'd want him to stay, he didn't know, but the tiniest part of him clung to the idea that she could forgive him, even if he didn't deserve it.

[makethatelevenrings]

Bored // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY SMUT, dom!Dick, thigh riding, a little manhandling

Summary: You’re bored. Dick gives you something to do. (again, not Titans!verse. Brenton’s just hot. I have no shame.)

“Dick.”

You were bored. The book for your monthly book club with Jason, Cass, and Steph had been a quick read. Haley was fast asleep on your bed and Dick was cleaning his escrima sticks. You wouldn’t lie, seeing him easily maneuver the polymer shafts…muscles tensing and flexing as he tested out the weight calibration…you pressed your legs together at the thought.

“Dick.”

He ignored you a second time, but you could see his lips lift in a small smirk. Bastard, you thought. Rolling your eyes, you laid back against the cushioned back of the couch and played with the frayed tassels of the afghan Cass had made as a birthday gift one year.

“Dick.”

“I can’t tell if you’re calling my name or insulting me at this point,” he finally replied. You scowled and tossed a sock at his head but he caught it without even looking up and threw it over his shoulder into the bedroom. Leaning over, you plucked his escrima out of his hand with the full knowledge that he let you, and dropped it on his lap. You straddled his thigh and ran your fingers through his shaggy dark hair.

“Stop ignoring me, you oaf,” you grumbled. He grinned that easy, bright smile that captivated you every time you saw it and all your annoyance flooded away. His hands came down to settle on your hips and he pecked your lips once, then twice.

“Poor baby,” he mocked. “Not having my undivided attention must be killing you, huh?”

“If you’re going to be an ass, I’m waking up Haley and taking her out for a walk and a pupcup and you can sit here and suffer,” you threatened. His grin turned a little more sharklike and his thigh flexed under you and the added pressure sent sparks through you. A quiet moan slipped past your lips before you could pull it back in and he tilted his head up to kiss the underside of your jaw.

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Dick,” you rasped out. Now you really were insulting him. He chuckled as his hands skimmed over your waist and pulled you closer.

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” he hummed. Calloused fingertips ghosted over your sides as he slid your shirt over your head. Dick lowered his head to brush his lips across the tops of your breasts. His skilled hands reached around and he unlatched your bra with ease before sliding it off and tossing it in some corner of the apartment. You made a mental note to clean that up later before Haley brought it as a gift to whatever unlucky soul came to visit next.

All thoughts fled your mind when his fingers pinched your nipples. You stifled a gasp and thrust your chest forward, causing your hips to cant back on his thigh. Dick pulled away from your breasts and looked down at your shorts. He studied them for a moment and then reached over to his utility belt that laid across the arm of the couch.

“How much do you like these shorts?” he asked.

“That depends. Are you gonna pay for a new pair?”

He flipped a wingding and caught it between two fingers before he sliced the blade through the cotton of your shorts. They fell away from your legs with your underwear following soon after.

“I’m making you go shopping with me,” you chuckled as you wound your arms around his neck.

“Because I have the superior fashion sense, right?”

“Keep telling yourself that, Discowing.”

He pouted and tensed his thigh under you, the soft but coarse fabric of his sweats pressing against your cunt. Gray sweatpants, of course, because he was a fucking tease. Dick tossed the wingding onto the coffee table and then leaned back onto the couch, interlocking his fingers behind his head and watching you.

“Fuck yourself on my thigh,” he said. His voice was so casual. It was as if he was commenting on the weather.

“What, too lazy to do it yourself?” you mocked. He unclasped his hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You said you were bored. I’m giving you something to do. Be a good girl and fuck yourself until I tell you to stop. Or is that too boring for you?”

Your hips rolled and you groaned at the contact of the fabric against the building wetness between your thighs. He released your jaw and moved back to his relaxed stance. You whimpered as you thrust your hips forward, the scrape of fabric on your tender cunt sending curls of pleasure through you. You shut your eyes and let your head fall forward, but Dick tutted and forced your chin up.

“Eyes on me, baby. You wanted this, remember?”

“Dick.” His name slipped off your tongue in a pleading whine and he smirked, his eyes darkening as he looked down to see the fabric of his pants darken with every pass of your dripping pussy.

“Need something?” he asked. Cheeky fucking bastard. His hands ghosted over your thighs and traced along your overheated skin. You whimpered, your lips parting in pants. Your thighs ached from the constant movement but your brain only cried for more, more, more.

“Need to come,” you whined. “Need to come so bad. Please, Dick.”

“It’s not up to me, baby. You were bored. I gave you something to do.”

You slipped a hand down to your clit but he quickly caught your wrists and restrained your arms in between the two of you.

“Be a good girl and come,” he growled. Tears blurred your vision as shocks of pleasure mixed with a sweet hint of pain. Your cunt was sore from the constant drag of the fabric against it, but you could only move your hips faster and beg for more, more, more. You threw your head back with a high cry as the tether on your control snapped and your cunt clenched down on nothing. Your hips bucked until you stopped the movement altogether, but he grabbed your waist and started flexing his thigh under you. The touch of the fabric against your oversensitive pussy had you shrieking, but Dick merely held up the escrima stick you had dropped in his lap earlier.

“I was just cleaning this and you got it all dirty,” he complained. A mischievous glint shone in his lust-blown pupils and he pursed his lips. “Maybe I should watch you get yourself off on it and then make you lick it clean.”

You answered his question with a low moan and a wicked grin crossed his beautiful face. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll make sure you aren’t too bored.”

Tag list: @annalayton19​ @gone-batty-fics​

[bokuroskitten]

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔱?

〈you really didn’t mind being the nanny for Daichi’s kids, not when it came with perks.

✮ genre: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI)

✮ warnings: Dilf Daichi, daddy kink (daddy title used), age gap, use of handcuffs, spanking, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, creampie, slight breeding kink, cockwarming, spit <3

✮ word count: 2.8

❦ shout out to dilf Daichi, who takes up all the space in my brain

❦ huge thank you to @ohno-otome @oneblonded @rosesandtoshi who took their time to beta this for me, please give them love and appreciation.

“You little slut. What if my kids had seen huh? The fact that you’re not wearing any panties under this little skirt?”

“I’m sure they didn’t notice, but you sure did, huh Daddy?”

You were a cheeky little thing, that was for sure. Daichi had never expected this sort of outcome, not with you, the sweet university babysitter he hired. But there you were, asking for it with that shit-eating grin on your face.

It had been just Daichi and his kids for quite some time, him and the three munchkins. Mom didn’t stick around when she fell for her boss. A businessman, much older and much richer. Daichi had gotten over it, as best as he could. He had all he needed with his kids, who were always full of contagious happiness. But it was tough, being a single dad and working as a full-time cop. When the night shifts started to roll around Daichi took it upon himself to find a suitable nanny.

Which was how the two of you met. You were in university and desperately needed the extra money for the looming student debt. Looking for jobs wasn’t the easiest thing, but what was easy was saying yes to Daichi’s offer. He was willing to pay you more than minimum wage for nights, even offered you the spare room if things got too late or you had class early the next morning. Plus his kids were angels. They got along with you almost instantly, clinging to your legs or begging you to stay longer than your allotted shift time.

Plus, Daichi himself was nice to look at, but you tried your best not to focus on that point.

You had been working for Daichi for a while now, it was almost routine for you to attend volleyball practices, dance recitals, or even just dinner picnics. The kids loved having you around, and all Daichi wanted to do was to see them happy. But that’s when he noticed it, the one day the family had gone to the park. You held the hands of his two youngest, while his oldest showed off the bug he had found hiding in a nearby bush.

It was the way you smiled at them, the way you squeezed the girl's hands a little tighter when they cringed at the bug. The way you bent at the knees to take a better look, and the way your pretty summer dress had risen up just enough for Daichi to sneak a peek at the cotton panties hidden underneath.

Daichi wasn’t blind. In fact, it had been a long time since he indulged himself in a partner. Never enough time, or never willing to bring them home to the kids. But you, you already got along with his babies so well. You took your time to take care of them, even take care of Daichi when you could. Cleaned the house before he got home, ironed his uniform on his night shifts, even brought him coffee when he had early mornings.

So that’s how his glances turned into stares, his roaming eyes turned into winks. The hugs you shared lasted a little longer, the hand he would place on your back would slide a little lower.

He could still remember the very first move he had made. You had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in one of his sweaters. The kids were put to bed long before, but you always waited for Daichi to return before taking your leave. He had leaned in close, allowing his lips to brush over your forehead. The gentle motion had caused you to stir, tired eyes lazily blinking open to be met with honey brown.

“Why don’t you sleep here tonight?” Daichi had murmured, staying close considering you didn’t push him away. You on the other hand felt your heart beating hard against your ribcage, the smell of his familiar cologne making you feel a bit dizzy. The feeling of sleep slowly faded, replaced with the hazy feeling of need.

Need for him, for anything and everything as long as it was him.

“Can I sleep with you?” It had slipped out of your lips before you could stop yourself. You panicked for a moment seeing his shocked expression, ready to blame it on the tiredness. But there was no need when he pressed his lips against yours when he scooped you off the couch and easily hauled you up into his bedroom.

That was only the beginning. The two of you found yourself kissing in the bathroom while the kids played outside, Daichi having you warm his cock during family movie night. The first time you had whimpered out Daddy while he had you bent over his lap was still engraved in his brain. The longer the affair went on, the more playful and lust-filled it became.

So that's how the two of you ended up here, now.

Daichi had you pinned against the counter now, palm pressed against your head to keep you down while his palm slowly rose up your thigh. He groaned when his fingers slipped under the short hem of your skirt, reaching the swell of your ass only to find no panties there.

“Course I noticed, with how you were bending over all over the place, anyone coulda seen this slutty little ass.” His words were husky, pushed out between gritted teeth as he squeezed the plump skin of your ass. You whined at him, face flushed as your hips wiggled into his palm.

That only made him strike down on your skin, his palm open as the spank clapped throughout the room. “Slutty girls don’t get to be greedy like that. I think I need to put you in your place, is that it? Have you lost all your manners, baby?”

You tried to shake your head, nod, do anything. But your brain was already foggy as Daichi brought down another spank, making the skin of your ass pulse. “Want your cock, Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah? And your way of asking was prancing around with no panties on?” The third slap was the hardest, and this time on your bare flesh. He had bunched your skirt up at your waist, making you jolt from the sudden slap to your skin. His hand print was already forming when he rubbed the cheek, a low hum leaving his chest.

“You’re just like the kids huh? Thinking you can get away with anything if you’re cute enough. Not in this house. You should know that by now baby.” His voice sent shivers all the way down to your cunt, the wetness already threatening to dribble down your thighs. “Hands behind your back.”

You tried to question him, but the fourth spank had you yelping, reminding you that his words were a command and not a request. You felt the cold metal click around both your wrists, a blush rising on your cheeks when you tried to pull your hands away only to find them stuck in place.

“Daddy’s gonna teach his pretty baby what happens to bad little girls looking for attention.”

You were hauled over his shoulder before you even had a chance to complain. Daichi had no problem carrying your squirming body up the stairs, your whines and complaints falling upon deaf ears. When he closed the door to his bedroom he put you on the ground, which only made you whine more as he approached the bed without you.

“Daddy—“

“Get over here.” He explained calmly. His muscles were tense, but his face showed no emotion as he sat on the edge of his bed. When you made no move he rose an expectant brow. “We don’t have all day, would you rather I fuck my fist—“

“No!”

Interrupting him, another act of disobedience that made his brow twitch in distaste. “Get over here.” He repeated, this time his voice a bit deeper, more serious.

You didn’t waste another second, scrambling over on your knees. It was difficult with your hands cuffed, but you made it between his thighs. You were about to press kisses against his thighs before you felt him grab a handful of hair at the nape of your neck. When he cranked your head back you yelped, shoulders slouching at the look he gave you.

Cold.

“Open your mouth.” There was no hesitation this time when your trembling lower lip opened up, tongue poking out. Daichi tsked, grabbing the end of your tongue and pulling it out further. Tears pricked your eyes at the action, drool uncontrollably slipping out of your mouth.

“Being shy now, are we? How can you act so modest when you aren’t even wearing panties.” He spat a wad of saliva on your tongue, his lips twitching in a grin as he watched your eyes flutter, a little mewl leaving your hung lips. He slowly released your tongue but kept his grip on your hair tight. “Don’t swallow. Keep that tongue out.”

You were trembling a bit, trying your best to keep your excitement at bay and hold his spit on your tongue as he unbuckled his slacks. He pulled the belt out in one smooth motion, pulling the material far enough down that his cock could spring free. When it slapped back against his abs, you clenched your thighs together tightly.

He wasted no more time guiding your head onto his cock, pressing it down until your throat bulged, until you gagged, until your nose was nestled in his trimmed pubic hair.

“Now, I’m gonna have to wash this filthy mouth out. Fuck some manners into your throat huh?”

He thrust into your throat without pause, his hand continuing to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth. The tears were already spilling from your eyes, drool freely bubbling past stretched lips as Daichi used your mouth as he saw fit. He pulled out just until his tip stayed lodged between your lips, groaning at the way you desperately tried to suck in air through your nose. You were already coming undone, and it was so beautiful to watch.

“Crying over a little punishment? You’re such a little bitch.” He waited until you began suckling on his tip, attempting to whine around it before pumping it into your mouth again. He kept one hand against your throat, pupils dilating in feral desire every time he felt it bulge under his fingertips. He didn’t last with a pace like this, his hips stuttering when his release wracked over him hard.

“Swallow every fucking drop, you’re gonna need it to wash out that mouth.” He grunted, holding your face down as ropes of hot cum slipped from his pulsing tip. You shook around his dick, throat clenching so desperately as the hot, sticky substance slid down your throat, feeling warm all the way down into your belly.

Daichi pulled out with a pop, one that had you sucking in a shaky breath. When you blinked the remaining tears from your lashes you lulled your tongue out, showing him a clean surface that had him humming in approval.

“Looks like you are good for something, huh, taking all my cum down your throat.”

Using the grip in your hair he easily hauled you to your feet, watching the way you stumbled face-first into the mattress. Your face was a mess of spit and drool as you looked up at him over your shoulder, hips rutting into his soft sheets. “D-Daddy...”

“D-d-daddy” He mimicked, flipping your skirt up and tucking the hem in at the waist. He wasted no time grabbing your hips, pulling them up for a better angle. “You’re a big girl, use your words.”

You had to compose yourself, mind already going blank as he simply spread your ass apart, getting a better look at your arousal. “C-Can you fuck me please? Need your cock Daddy..”

“Now if you had just asked me like that before, none of this woulda happened Angel...” He sighed it out, two fingers slowly sliding up your puffy slit to collect your slick. He rubbed it along his cock, even though it was already lubed up with your spit. “I don’t like when you misbehave you know that baby girl.”

His voice had already gotten softer, making your cunt flutter around nothing. When he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit you mewled, nails digging into your palms as the cuffs clinked around your trembling wrists. “Gunna say sorry to me hm? Wanna hear you say it nice and pretty.”

“Sorry Daddy, M’sorry” it spilled from your lips, words slightly muffled by the sheets as he rubbed his tip over your slit. “Won’t do it again Daddy, just wanna make you happy, want your cock.”

“I know sweetheart, you’re such a good girl for me, even when you decide to be a little cheeky.”

He began to press into you, slow and steady. He wanted to feel all your little dips, all the bumps and spongy spots he loved so dearly as he bottomed out within you. Your mouth hung open in a little ‘o’, back arching so his tip could tap against your cervix when he finally bottomed out. “Fuck, love this perfect little cunt, still squeezes me like the first time.” He growled out, fingers reaching for the cuffs. He gripped them tightly, used them as leverage for when he began to fuck into you.

It was slow and deep, each thrust meant to press his tip into your sweet spot. The pace had your eyes rolling back, babbles spilling out of your hung lips in a dumb little mantra. It didn’t even make sense, Daichi knew that, but he just loved to hear you. Loved hearing you whimper and ramble about how you loved his cock, about how daddy’s cock felt so good, about how you wanted to be no ones but his.

“My good little girl, takin' my cock so well. Gunna fuck a baby in here one day, would you like that Angel? Wanna be the mommy to my beautiful kids and our own?”

That had you squeezing his cock, a low groan vibrating in his chest as he picked up his pace. The slap of his hips against your ass echoed in the room, your cries of delight being muffled into the sheets. Using his grip on the cuffs he yanked you forward until your back was pressed into his chest. He stuffed two fingers between your lips, having you both moan in unison.

“Keep milkin' my cock just like that baby girl, gunna fill this little cunt and then fuck right back into it so we don’t lose a single drop.” You babbled a ‘yes daddy’ around his fingers, head lulled onto his shoulder as he thrust into your cunt. It was pulsing around him, building up a pool of arousal in your abdomen that was so close to snapping. When his free hand snaked to your clit, rubbing deep circles into it had you sobbing, hips humping frantically to meet his thrusts and chase your release.

“That’s it...” Daichi murmured by your ear, his breath thick and hot as he snapped into your ass. His finger slid from your mouth instead, only to grip your pretty throat. “Cum sweetheart, cum on my cock yea? Wanna feel you cream on me.”

And you did just that, with a silent scream and a jolt of your body finishing around his cock. That final squeeze of your cunt around him had Daichi moaning, his thrusts messy and uncoordinated as his own high ripped through him. His balls twitched as he emptied another load in you, hot cum making goosebumps form all over your skin. He slowed his thrusts, his fingers pressing light taps into your clit now as you rode out the high together. He watched as his cock got coated in a white sheen, the shine of your mixed arousal making him bite his lower lip.

“What a good girl...” He huffed. He reached between you two to release the safety from the handcuffs, allowing them to fall to the bed with a clank. He was gentle as he laid the two of you down, a mess of limbs and sweat as he stayed balls deep in your cunt.

“Gunna stay just like this. Keep you nice and plugged.” He reassured, one palm smoothing over your tummy as he pressed kisses into your shoulder. “At least until the kids wake back up, gotta make sure Daddy’s cum stays inside, isn’t that right baby?”

“Right Daddy,” you murmured out, blissed and fucked out. You could have fallen asleep, just like that with his dick still buried inside. But you knew the kids would be up in thirty minutes from their naps, so you’d enjoy this time while you could, being full.

[adrian-the-lonely-writer]

Transitions

A fluffy 'Dean WinchesterXTrans!Male' Reader one-shot where you had come out to Dean, and Dean decided he's going to do everything he can to support you.

“So,” Dean began. His heart was pounding. He rather be facing any number of ghosts and ghouls to avoid fucking this part up. Hell, he’d even take a few demons over this. Anything over these tense emotional moments. Still, he was glued to the bed, hand holding yours. He loved you. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of helping you.

“Y-yeah?” You stumbled over your words. You had no idea how your boyfriend was going to handle the news. Tears were threatening to fall over your cheeks as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Dean swallowed. Dammit, his brother mentioned something like this in the past. Why couldn’t he remember now? “Well in that case, I suppose we better get you some comfier clothes. C’mon.” He stood up, offering his hand to you. Looking up, you saw that same smile dance across his lips, the same smile you fell in love with. “Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped into his arms, relief and love washing over you. Dean just chuckled, quietly as he shifted to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “Thanks Dean…Thank you so much.”

“Of course. You have a different name you like to be called now?”

“Y/N now- I uh, kinda picked it out when I realized I just-”

“Y/N is perfect babe.” His lips left a light little peck at your nose. “C’mon. Sammy’s with Bobby looking for another job, let’s take the day to get you feeling as good as possible, hm? I just had that great poker payout-”

“I thought that was for silver bullets-”

“Pshh. I can win another game or too.” Dean went to smile, but it quickly drooped into a frown. “Your clothes...do they make you feel-” He tried to find the right word.

“Dysphoric? Well I mean a bit. I didn’t exactly have time to choose great clothes when I ran off with you Dean.” Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was digging through his duffle.

“I was going to drop them off somewhere, they feel a little small.” Dean grinned, poking his head back up. In his hands were an AC/DC shirt and an old pair of jeans. He even pulled out his spare hunting boots. “Might not be the most practical all the time, but we’ll get you some stuff today.”

You tried not to cry once again.

Few minutes later, you found yourself wrapped up in your boyfriend's clothes, in the passenger seat of the car. AC/DC rang out through the speakers. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You...really don’t mind Dean?”

“Mind? Why the hell would I mind?”

“Well you were into me as a-”

“I am into you, period.” Dean smiled a little. “Masculine, feminine, It makes no difference to me. You are still you. So, clothes we’re doing. Not half assed Walmart clothes either, we’re gonna get you some good hunting gear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Masculine fake IDs from now on, easy enough. Anything else you need?”

“At the moment, I’m not sure...I kinda like what Sam does with his hair so I don’t think I’ll cut it off yet. It isn’t as long as his at the moment anyway.” You giggled at the scrunch in Dean’s nose at the mention of his brother.

“Cute guy with a ponytail never hurts either. Ah. Here’s the shop.”

“Dean this is a mall-”

“Yeah, sporting goods, including guns, bullets, as well as various clothing stores to get you what you need. Plus crowds to blend into. Malls are great Y/N.” He turned into the parking lot, picking a spot somewhere in the middle. “Plus, the impala doesn’t stick out too much here.”

Dean slipped out of his side, opening the door for you before you were even unbuckled. His calloused hand still felt tender as it grasped yours tightly, pulling you towards the store.

Your boyfriend was right after all. The crowds were seamless and the selection would be much greater.

“I’m thinking, we hit the sporting goods store, get some food and supplies. Take our time with it. Then just meet up with Sam and Bobby for the job, sound good Y/N?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.” Your smile was glued to your face as you leaned against his arm walking into the shop Dean had picked. “Is this where you got all your flannels and things?”

“Most of em, yeah. Why? You like that one?” He winked as he saw your cheeks turn a little pink. Sure, you loved the flannel. It made you feel more you, it also smelled like the man you loved more than anything.

“Well it’s nice and warm and-” You tripped over your words again. “Just really nice hunting clothes ya know? Like durable enough you have some protection, it’s also warm enough for nights but I can always open it ya know.”

“Great. So a couple flannels. Some jeans that won’t trip you up. Shirts.” Dean guided you to the clothing area of the store, whipping out his cellphone.

“Dean? Something the matter?” He doesn’t often look at his screen with that much concentration.

“Nope. I was just looking at a size chart.” He matched his screen to a couple of the tags. “These your colors?” He held out some forest green flannel and a black shirt.

“To start with, yeah! Although lighter colors are still nice. I don’t want anything thinking I’m your little brother if I match your style.”

“My style is functional and timeless. Plus, if I had a nickel for everyone who thought Sam and I should-” He scowled as you laughed. You couldn’t help but pick up those books when you saw them. Plus, as prank wars broke out it definitely gave you an upper hand.

“Alright, I concede your style is wonderful Dean.”

“Damn right it is.” He smiled a little. “But I get it, c’mon. Let’s walk around and see what catches your eye.”

The two of you scoured the store from top to bottom. Dean’s arms quickly became laden with fabric as you both approached the fitting rooms.

“Find everything you need sir, and-?” The guy in charge of the rooms spoke.

“Sir.” You introjected. Your heart rate spiked a little. Dean’s hand rested on your shoulder as he nodded to the cashier, as if confirming what you said.

“Of course, right this way. Here is your room, sir.” Without batting an eye the cashier escorted you back to try on your new wardrobe.

“Give 'em hell babe!” Dean called after you, taking his seat. He fiddled with his phone. Sam had finally convinced him to upgrade, and this one had a camera on it.

Quickly, pulse racing, you put on the first outfit of clothes, and slipped outside to model for Dean. Your nerves subsided when met with that goofy grin of his, and you couldn’t help but match it.

“You look amazing.”

“I feel amazing.”

“Wanna try more?” Dean snapped a photo. “That’s gonna be my new cell wallpaper.” You stuck your tongue out to him, a look he cheekily returned.

You went through this a few more times. Different mixed and matched outfits and hunting gear. Dean flirting with you every time you slipped into his sight. Soon you had a week's worth of clothes, with some extras to wear during a wash. Eventually you made it towards the food court, carrying the bags. You both went immediately to the burger stand and sat down.

“Fucck~” Dean’s eyes were closed in bliss. “I forgot how amazing these burgers were.”

“God we ate at gas stations so much I had forgotten food could be juicy.” You were devouring your burger as ravenous as Dean was. Oblivious to the look he was giving you.

Dean just smiled, chewing as he looked at you. It had only been a few months since you were traveling with him. Demon blooded kid like Sammy, you wanted to be able to help. Truthfully you were thankful they accepted.

Dean sometimes kicks himself at night for almost saying no. He had fallen for you, hard, the first time you rode in the back of the car. The way your eyes lit up as his own music started to play. The way you got along with Sam. He had fallen hard. You were perfect in his eyes now as you were then.

“Dean?...” Your voice was quiet, head against the window. After eating Dean had loaded you and your new things into the impala before starting to make your guy’s way to Bobby's place.

The excitement of the day had driven your eyelids to a close by this point. The soft rumblings of the engine were lulling you to sleep. Dean’s hand found yours once more, with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you Dean…”

“I love you too Y/N.” His words were the last things you heard before finally succumbing to sleep.

Dean drove on, hand never leaving yours. He had found the best boyfriend in the world, and he intended to keep things that way.

[piecksz]

starstruck | (m)

pairings: rockstar!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, roughness, drug use, explicit language

words: 4.4k+

summary: you and your friend decide to sneak backstage at your band’s favorite concert and the vip treatment you recieve is more than you bargained for.

inspired by 

a/n: you know the drill :p obey (with YUNGBLUD) by bring me the horizon it’s literally not a sexy song so don’t go in listening to it expectin to get horny LMAOO it’s just the kind of sound i imagined eren’s band to have, but it was sexy to me bc the image of rockstar eren tormented me the entire time i wrote this 

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. This is fucking crazy.” Your friend’s voice was a fidgety whisper behind you. Her face’s close proximity to the back of your neck had her heavy expiration fanning over your nape every time she opened her mouth to reprimand herself for allowing you to beguile her into illegal trespassing.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered again, tugging the leather sleeve of your jacket with a pesky grip.

You shrugged her touch off of your arm and took a brief glimpse over your shoulder to offer her a sour look. “Can you be quiet? You freaking out is making us look suspicious.” You whisked your head back around, peering around the corner of the vacant merch tent.

“No, us creeping around to sneak onto a fucking tour bus is making us look suspicious,” she retorted.

The corner of your mouth tightened at your friend’s concern and you lifted your hand to give her a dismissive wave. You were astounded when she had originally agreed to your brazen proposal, although it took minutes of incessant pleading for her to actually give in. Her veiled reluctance surfaced the minute you two had separated from the concert’s crowd at the end of the show and snuck around the stage to the back of the venue. What began as her unease and quiet suggestions that maybe your idea wasn’t so smart, intensified into irritating nagging. You gave her the option to turn around and wait for you back at the car, but as your companion, she sighed and remarked that something so stupid couldn’t be done alone.

“I see it,” you said eagerly and with a proud grin. The vehicle was stationed a decent distance from where the two of you had been standing, but you measured the stretch with your eyes and figured that if you walked quickly enough, you’d be able to make it on without being caught.

“How do we even know they’re on it?” Your friend craned her head past yours to get a better view of what you saw.

“We don’t. I’m just guessing.”

“Oh great, that’s exactly the answer I wanted.” She released a tense and quiet laugh before retreating back behind the screen of the tent.

You surveyed the security guards as they patrolled back and forth along the premises, waiting until the coast was clear. Once you noticed an opening, you forcefully grabbed your friend’s wrist, ignoring her silent grunt of protest, and pulled her along. She stumbled into your stride and peered over at you, doing her best to follow your quick feet while mirroring your nonchalant guise.

Closer and closer, the two of you neared the tour bus until it had to have been only yards away. You tried to remain composed through your excitement, making sure you didn’t break your character. No fucking way your plan had actually gone off without a hitch, it almost seemed too easy.

“Hey!”

You kept walking. Maybe the exclamation wasn’t for you, but once the holler was thrown again, your body went rigid, and the tempo of your steps slowed until you stopped in your tracks. The adrenaline that commanded your legs had been substituted for lead and it kept your feet pinned to the ground. You couldn’t even run.

“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be back here.”

You blinked once, long and hard, before pivoting on your heel. You watched, mortified, as a burly security guard started in your direction and got closer until he loomed over you both with a threatening advantage in height.

He looked even angrier now that you could see the way his thick eyebrows creased together and created a ripple of lines above them that disappeared into a bald head. His hefty arms were crossed against his chest while he glowered down at you two, waiting to hear a story. You could tell your excuse wouldn’t matter though, it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for jocular conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we were looking for the bathroom,” you explained, clasping your hands together and feigning an apologetic smile. You turned your head from side to side, looking around innocently to sell your lie, and then looked back up at the guard with a nervous laugh. “And I guess it’s not here.”

Your friend shook her head and said nothing, but you were certain she was drawing up a creative speech in her head, wondering how she would tell you that she “told you so” this time.

“Nice try.” The guard curled his lip angrily. “Come on.” He reached out a thick hand and wrapped it around your bicep while grabbing the back of your friend’s shirt with a crude yank. Your eyes went wide at his hostile grip and you jerked your arm, trying to free yourself of his hold.

“Hey, whoa!” His grip only tightened. “We can walk ourselves!”

The guard forced you two forward, prompting you to walk so he could escort you off the grounds.

“What’s going on?”

You looked up and your writhing ceased. Instead, heat flushed your cheeks and you stood dazed. It didn’t take long before you recognized the owner of the voice because, naturally, you would have been able to recognize him from a mile away, but luckily you didn’t have to. He was right in front of you.

It was Eren, the lead singer and guitarist of the band you had been screaming your heart out to not even an hour ago. He was your favorite member, meaning you’d watched countless interviews and had several pictures of him saved on your phone, but nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like up close. His long brown hair looked like it was still damp with sweat, a sign of his showmanship on stage, and it framed his face in careless wisps and fell loosely past his shoulders. His torso was unclad, showing the dark inkings that adorned his biceps and stretched all the way up his shoulders until they met at the detailed design of wings in the middle of his chest. Dark ripped jeans sat loosely, just below his hips, and teased a peek at deep v-lines that ran underneath the top of his waistband.

You fought off the urge to drop to your knees and pray for how sinfully hot he looked.  

Trailing behind him were his bandmates, Armin and Jean, the band’s other guitarists, and Connie, the band’s drummer. You had never seen such an attractive circle of friends where you would have been satisfied taking any of them, and although you avowed to your friend that Connie was hers since she favored him, you absolutely would’ve allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Caught these two trying to sneak onto the tour bus.” The security guard thrusted you two ahead with an unsatisfied huff, and you shot him a glare.

Eren’s attention dropped from the security guard’s face and drifted over to your friend first before settling on you, eyes sweeping over your face and falling at half-mast. He arched an eyebrow then averted his gaze from your chest.

“It’s cool, let them go.”

“Are you sure?” The security guard’s grip on you loosened, and you pulled out of his hold the minute you felt him unhand you.

Eren shrugged. “Yeah. They can hang.” He quickly dismissed the security guard and casually sauntered past you before disappearing onto their bus.

You glanced over at your friend who looked like she was still in the process of trying to grasp the situation evolving in front of her.

“What kind of assholes turn away fans?” Jean teased, giving you a warm smile before he lifted his half-empty water bottle to his lips.

Connie switched his drum sticks to one hand and slipped them behind his back into his pocket.  “You guys are fans, right? You’re not trying to steal a couple of used water bottles to sell online are you?”

You took a lengthy pause and waited for your friend to answer, giving her an opportunity to converse with him, but she said nothing. She just rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground timidly to avoid looking Connie in the eye.

“No,” you answered for her. “I mean yes, we’re fans. Big fans. No to trying to sell your DNA.”

Your response earned a chuckle from Armin and a hearty laugh from Connie while he nodded in approval. “Alright.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bus as though encouraging you two on.

You watched as the rest of the members filed inside, and then your friend seized your hand frantically.

“Holy shit. Y/N, holy shit!” She squealed, and you snorted at her sudden ability to talk once again. “You saw him right? You saw him.” It didn’t take much detail for you to gather that she was gushing about Connie.  

“Did you even see him? Your head was down the whole time, you didn’t say a single word to him.”

Your friend’s animated face slackened into a placid expression. “I didn’t trust myself. If I opened my mouth I would have asked him to put me in a headlock.” She exhaled. “Jesus Christ, those arms.” Your goading smile stretched into an amused grin, and you shook your head at your friend’s hysterical behavior.

The inside of the tour bus was much larger than you would have deduced from its seemingly modest exterior. Its floors were dark and polished wood that matched the ceiling, both surfaces lined with subdued yellow light. Aside from the sizable kitchen to your right, large leather couches sat on either side of the lounge area, and stretching to the bus’ rear were dimly lit bunk beds that were half-obscured by a dark curtain.

“Holy shit, this is a house on wheels,” your friend breathed, mouth agape.

“Well we’re on the road most of the time, so it might as well be,” Armin answered, throwing himself into one of the sofas with a labored sigh. He threw his head back in exhaustion and brought his arms up to rest against the top of the couch. “We never caught your names by the way.”

Both you and your friend introduced yourselves, forgoing a proper introduction from the band’s members. You evidently already knew who they were.

Armin smiled. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Jean shuffled through, handing you and your friend a water bottle, which you accepted with much appreciation. You hadn’t taken heed of how thirsty you’d been, and you hadn’t had anything to drink since the concert had started. Even while you swooned in the crowd between sweaty bodies, dehydration threatening to ruin your fun, you’d refused to pay $4 for a beverage.

“Make yourselves at home.” He threw another bottle to Armin.

“Oh no, we’re not planning on staying that long.” Your friend laughed, clutching onto her drink so tightly that the plastic squeaked in her grip.

You nudged her in the ribs with an assertive elbow and said her name quietly through clenched teeth, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. She looked at you with uncertainty, and you gave her a forced grin.

“Don’t be rude. They said we should make ourselves at home.” You obliged to Jean’s invite, taking a seat in one of the leather cushions.

The situation you were in was a rare opportunity, the type of opportunity you’d only heard from other people, the type of opportunity you’d read fanfiction about in your early adolescence. If anyone told you that you’d be living such an opportunity, you weren’t sure if you’d really believe them, but had you declined to appease your friend’s irrational concern, you knew you’d regret it for years.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Connie leaned against the wall of the bus and wedged a rolled stick of paper between his pursed lips. He brought a hand-held lighter to the end of the stick, sparking it a few times with his thumb before a small flame engulfed the thin paper and thick smoke billowed from its tip. It only took a moment before the pungent, herbal stench of marijuana invaded the inside of the tour bus.

“Of course, you guys are amazing.” You nodded, perching yourself up in your seat and clapping your hands together excitedly. “We’ve been trying to see you guys in concert for a long time now.”

Eren fell into the seat beside you, and your body tensed up almost instantly. You’d managed to feign calmness from your first encounter because it had been easy to masquerade your nervousness from a distance, but now that he was even closer, surely he could have heard your heart palpitating against your ribcage. Its beating grew even quicker once Eren sat back and slid his arm behind you to lay it atop the backrest.

“Yeah?” His voice was languid. “What’s your favorite song?”

“That’s a hard question,” you chuckled, suddenly becoming very interested in the sleeves of your jacket. “I seriously don’t know if I can pick just one.” It hadn’t been a hard question at all, but you simply couldn’t think through the smell of his faded cologne and the feeling of his naked chest up against the side of your arm.

“That’s cool,” Eren smiled, but responded plainly. “You smoke?”

Your eyes drifted up to see Eren offering you a partially-burnt joint in between two fingers. He inhaled deeply from his hit and exhaled, a thick white cloud rolling past his lips.

You hadn’t smoked before, and you weren’t an avid consumer of weed. One edible at a party had you manic until your friends had to calm you down in a separate room and reassure you that you weren’t dying, but you still accepted it hesitantly. You brought it to your lips and took a deep draw before erupting into a fit of coughs.

“Easy,” Eren laughed, and his warm hand rubbed the nape of your neck soothingly. He took the joint from your hands and held it towards Armin.

Your chest and throat heaved with the searing sensation of a foreign substance, and your body racked with an incessant wheeze until it was sure it had expelled all of the stuff. Eren beside you thought it was the funniest thing.

“So you guys in college?” Connie asked, this time directing his question to your friend since you clearly couldn’t respond.

She nodded quickly, still avoiding making eye contact with him. He must have noticed and thought it was endearing because the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a knowing smirk.

“Sick,” Eren remarked. “I dropped out of college, but you guys should stay in school, seriously.”

“Don’t worry I have no plans to drop out and become a musician,” you rasped once your coughing subsided.

He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “What about a boyfriend?” His eyes drank you in from bottom to top until he met your clueless stare.

“Do I have a boyfriend?” You blinked, and then the tip of your ears went up in an uncomfortable heat that spread over the side of your face until your skin was aflame with realization. “No.”

“That’s good.” Eren studied you from behind heavy lids and he lingered on your lips, his own spreading into a suggestive grin. “So it’s cool if I do this?”

He leaned in and affixed his lips at the curve of where your jaw met your ear. His mouth was hot and the kiss was wet against your feverish skin. He planted another one lower, against the hollow dip where your neck curved, and then he bent the arm resting behind your head, using his hand to turn your face toward him so that when he tilted himself forward again, he could kiss you without interference. His lips were soft and slow as they commanded your mouth to follow his rhythm, and you withheld a desperate and excited whimper once Eren slipped a seductive tongue past your teeth.

He relaxed another hand on your leg, rubbing slow circles into the top of your thigh while edging closer and closer to the top of your waistband. Once his leisure fingers skimmed over your pants’ button, he skillfully undid the first hole before moving on to your zipper. You made a small sound of protest and pulled back in embarrassment.

“In front of your bandmates?” you questioned in a breathy whisper.

Eren shrugged, looking unfazed. “They don’t care. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. He was a goddamn celebrity for crying out loud, had you really thought you were the first girl he brought onto the bus to fuck? And he’d done it in front of his bandmates? You shifted uncomfortably, looking to Armin, Jean, and Connie who were now occupied with showing your friend pictures they’d been sent from professional photographers after past shows.  

“I don’t know,” you admitted timidly.

Eren rolled his head to the side, visibly bothered by your response. He glanced over to his bandmates and swept through his locks with a lazy hand. “Hey, why don’t you guys go show her the stage set before they pack up?”

Your friend looked away from the laptop they were gathered around and over her shoulder. “But—.”

Eren’s fingers trailed up and down the side of your neck, clearly eager to resume your previous matters. Were you really about to pass up this chance?

You gave your friend a reassuring thumbs up alongside Eren’s suggestion. “I’ll come find you later.”

It almost seemed like Eren sent his bandmates an unspoken cue, because Connie quickly chimed in before your friend had another turn to object. “Yeah. It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.” He wrapped a tattooed arm around your friend’s shoulder and gave her a friendly shake.

You could almost see the rise and fall of her chest cease, and you actually grew worried for her. It looked like she had nearly died and came back to life, but her stunned face melted into a flustered smile and she laughed sheepishly. “Okay.”

Connie nodded and gave Eren a two finger salute before escorting your friend off the bus with Jean and Armin following closely behind.

Once the door to the bus closed Eren shifted his attention back to you.

“There. Problem solved.” His green eyes had darkened and clouded over with desire again. “You feel better?”

“I guess,” you murmured.

You didn’t get a second chance to speak because Eren’s lips coupled to yours once more, and his hands continued against your zipper before he slipped his fingers into your underwear. He brought two fingers to your slit, skimming lightly over the delicate skin before sliding his middle finger between your folds to part them.

You released a sharp gasp against Eren’s mouth as you felt the cold metal of his rings against your cunt, but he made no efforts to pull away. The earthy taste of marijuana on his tongue caused your head to swim and you began to feel the drug’s intoxicant effects yourself. Your limbs grew heavier as you lay slack against Eren’s body while the sensation of his soft strokes against your tender clit had you whimpering against his lips.

He dipped his finger down to your body’s orifice, sliding it into your hole to glaze the digit with your arousal.

“God, you’re so tight.” Eren’s voice was deep as he pulled away from your mouth and both of you looked down to watch the way he worked you. “I want you around my cock.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily against his hand with the mention of his desire, and he brought his touch back up to your clit, using your essence as lubrication. The bus was quiet except for the symphony of Eren’s husky pants and your lewd whines as he slowly quickened the pace when he felt your body begin to tremble against his.

“Fuck, Eren—,” you mewled. You hadn’t even given thought to how unusual his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Eren, the singer and lead guitarist of your favorite band had his fingers inside of your pants, and here you were moaning his name. “Oh fuck—.”

Your orgasm intensified quickly after its onset, you hadn’t even realized you were climaxing until your body was convulsing and your fingers were digging into Eren’s biceps.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Eren—,” you cried.

“That’s it,” Eren cooed. “Atta girl.”

His fingers continued working against your clit until you wrapped a sweaty hand around his wrist, a silent plea for him to stop before he sent you into overstimulation.

He hummed in amusement and heeded your request before pulling his hands out of your underwear. Now he worked his hands against his own belt, unfastening the buckle before pushing his jeans down with his briefs in one swift and eager motion. His cock was half-hard and continued growing rigid after he took himself in his hand and began pumping his throbbing length.  

You watched in wonderment as his palm worked painfully slow against his thick shaft, and pearls of precum gathered at his tip before dribbling down his swollen head. Your own dirty fantasies where you’d tried to envision how big Eren was hardly did him justice.

You rose to your feet, kicking off your shoes with haste, and stepped out of your pants. You shrugged off your jacket as well, realizing how uncomfortably sticky your sweaty arms felt against the leather material.

“Come here,” Eren hummed, and released his cock. He held his hands out for you to take, and he pulled you onto his lap. He supported your waist until your knees were mounted on either side of his thighs, and you pulled your underwear to the side, allowing his pulsating tip to prod your entrance.

“You gonna show me how well you ride?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders and undulating your wet folds against his cock. You released a desperate whimper every time he nudged your clit.

“Yeah? Show me.”

Eren watched as you slipped him in, and what started as a whine deepened into an obscene cry while you felt him stretch your walls out. You eased down until you sat at the base of his cock and he’d filled you to the hilt.

You dug your teeth into your lower lip, waiting to adjust to his girth before you slowly started moving up and down. Eren’s shallow breathing encouraged you while you lifted yourself up and then back down, each time releasing an agonizing sob.

“Good girl.” Eren’s large hands traveled up from your waist and rested on your chest. “Just like that.” He loosely cupped his hands over your clothed chest, adoring the way your quickening pace caused your breasts began to jounce underneath your shirt, but your ache to feel his touch everywhere along your skin became uncontrollable.

Your fingers curled around the hem of your top and you quickly slipped the material off, tossing it onto the couch beside you. You did the same with your bra, too impatient to fumble around with the pesky hooks.

Eren grinned lazily, before resting his palms against your breasts and giving them a small jiggle. He leaned forward, lolling his tongue out, and flicked its tip against the hardening bead of your nipple. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at the way you murmured his name before rolling his thumb over the wet skin.

“So fucking hot,” Eren praised. He gave your other breast a brisk slap, watching it shake with the impact, and then he took you in his mouth. He sucked hungrily before taking your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it.

You continued bouncing on Eren’s cock before he released a guttural groan and threw his head back. “Fuck, don’t stop.” The tattoos along his sweaty chest expanded with each uneven breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Eren’s hands traveled down to your ass, and black-painted nails dug into your skin while he directed you up and down. You rolled your hips against him until you felt his cock jerk inside you, and then he was filling you up.

Eren unloaded himself into you and your walls fluttered around his quivering length. His balls spasmed, making sure he’d jettisoned every drop of thick, white cum. He pulled his cock out before your knees gave way and you collapsed next to him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, still adjusting to Eren’s absence, and you felt his release leak out of your hole.

You heaved, eyes strung tightly, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You had to have been dreaming. You kept your eyes closed, fearing that you’d wake, but they fluttered open instinctively when you felt Eren’s weight lift from beside you.

“Where are you going?” You watched as he tugged his pants up and fastened his buckle before shuffling around the bus looking for something. Jesus Christ, just how much stamina did this guy have?

“Your friend’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long,” Eren replied, disappearing behind the curtain leading to the bedroom in the back of the bus.

Your hand flew to your forehead and you sat up, feeling guilty that you had completely forgotten your friend. Knowing her, she was probably worrying herself sick wondering what Eren had possibly done to you. You started retrieving your clothes and getting dressed, but you paused momentarily, calling out to wherever Eren had been on the bus.

“I should give you my number.” You stuck a leg into your pants. “You know, just to keep in touch.” You stuck your other leg in and hopped around, pulling your pants up.

Eren reappeared from behind the curtain, tugging on a fitted black t-shirt. “Don’t worry about that.”

You popped your head out from under your shirt and reached for your jacket. You laughed lightly and gave him a confused look.

“Safety and shit. We can’t give our personal information out to just anyone.” He gave you a pitiful smile, but you could tell it was more for you than for him.

“Oh,” you responded quietly.

Eren seemed unconcerned with the guidelines he was given, as though he didn’t care much about whether he even remembered your name once they were on the road again.

“Don’t look so sad babe. You’re lucky.” He tilted his head toward you and raised his eyebrows. “Not everyone gets to fuck a rockstar.”

[cazimagines]

A Freudian Slip - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Synopsis: While a fight breaks out Zemo asks you to run away from him, you accept leaving on an eventful journey with him

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Author’s note: A final 3rd installment for ‘A Freudian Slip’ I hope you all have enjoyed this brief series! Next to come out is a sequel to ‘Perfectly Exasperating’

Bucky carried Zemo back into the house bridal style, his hands gripping tightly around Zemo’s legs and chest, and dropped him onto the sofa in the midst of the room. Zemo was knocked out from when John Walker had the brilliant idea to stop Zemo from smashing all the super-soldier serum by chucking his shield at him. You could see a nasty bruise forming on the top of his head where he was struck.

You gently run your fingers over the side of his face. At this moment he looked so peaceful sleeping, his lips pulled up into a natural slight smile, parts of his hair dangled down across his forehead, his face softened and not tensed like it usually appeared to be. You brush the hair back into its usual place, running your fingers over his feverish forehead.

You turn to Bucky and Sam, whose eyes burn into yours, millions of questions flashing through them, yet they remain unspoken. “I’ll look after him,” you tell them, turning your gaze back to Zemo's peaceful form. It was easier to stare at him than them at the moment.

“You and Zemo have been spending a lot of time together,” Sam states, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because I’ve been making sure he doesn’t betray us,” You snap back, refusing to look at them

“Sam and I have been doing that as well and you haven’t seen us giving him bedroom eyes,” Bucky argues back, stepping forward, but Sam grabs a hold of his arm to stop him from going further.

“Look y/n, we’re just concerned about you. That guy a criminal, he could easily manipulate you,”

Your eyes flash to him angrily, “You think I would be easy to manipulate,”

“No, that’s not what I meant-” Sam says but Bucky interrupts him

“Yes. I know him, y/n, that is exactly something he would do. You can’t trust him,”

“I’ve told you already, I’m just making sure he doesn’t betray us. There’s nothing else. I’d appreciate it if you believed me,”

They sigh in defeat, glancing at each other, then back to you. “Look, I will not argue with you. Go get him the things he requires. Bucky and I need to check to see if we can find Karli. I might get a chance to talk to her again” Sam says and he and Bucky turn their backs, sending one last concerning look at you over their shoulders then disappearing.

You sigh looking back to Zemo who still slept peacefully unaware. A smile tugged on your mouth, but it twisted to a frown. You all knew damn well you had been lying. Whether you wanted to admit it, you liked Zemo. Every time you saw him, the urge to kiss his lips pulled you in. You could still feel his embrace, his kisses on your neck, shoulders, collar. The sensation of him inside you, touching you. You craved it more and more like he was your addiction.

You don’t know how you hadn’t gotten to this point of being so obsessed with him, where it had kicked in. You always found him attractive, from when you first laid your eyes on him as he broke out of the prison, you felt that attraction pull to him. You never expected it would be anything more though till that one embarrassing moment when you called him daddy in the undercover mission. You could still feel your cheeks burn up in embarrassment as you remembered that night, but you could also feel your body warm up as you thought about what happened in the alleyway. How he kissed you so passionately. So earnestly.

You had tried to deny your feelings, pretend it wasn’t there, and that kiss that never happened, but Zemo would not let you avoid him. Your eyes flickered to the bathroom and your breath hitches as you remember the intimacy you two spent together there. It was there you felt you truly saw Zemo for the person he was. A man who was lonely and broken from his past. A man who cared for you no matter what Sam or Bucky says.

You felt so scared when you saw the shield hit Zemo. Panic gripped your heart as you rushed over to him. John peered down at you like you were dirt as you cradled Zemo’s head in your lap. Sam and Bucky had run up to you and were surprised you were on your knees holding his head in your hands.

As you were observing him, Zemo's eyes cracked open, and he moaned in discomfort, bringing his hand to rub his eyes. Leaping up, you shouted at him to stay still as you fetched a flannel, running it under cold water, and brought it back to him.

He smiled as you handed him the flannel, the sides of his lips curling up like a cat. “Thank you” he mumbles.

“I’ll get you a drink,”

“You’re being very kind to me y/n,”

“Don’t get used to it,”

He snickered at your sudden switch to hostility, “Will we constantly be bouncing between kindness and hatred?”

You exhale, sitting down beside him, handing a glass of whiskey to him. “I don’t hate you, Zemo, though I really should. There’s something about you I just love and I can’t let go.”

You hesitate, both of you pondering over your sudden confession. Zemo raises the flannels of his eyes and looks over at you. His eyes, which are full of wonder, scan yours. You wanted to look away, embarrassed, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to keep running away from how you felt.

“You terrified me earlier. I thought John Walker had killed you.”

His eyes switched to concern as his eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry I frightened you y/n. I- I never thought I would ever get over my wife and... I still love her but you enthrall me, you drive me wild because I want to know everything about you, feel all of you, touch all of you. It’s been so long since I felt this way and it frightens me.”

You reach out your hand to grasp his and he runs his thumb over your knuckles,

“Zemo I-”

The door opens and both yours and Zemo’s head snaps towards it as Sam and Bucky walkthrough. As quick as lightning, you let go of Zemo’s hand and strode away to the opposite side of the room. Zemo’s eyes sadly glance at you, then to his hand, and he lets out a sigh. He takes a sip of his drink, then pulls the flannel back over, his eyes settling down on the sofa.

Bucky rolls his views and wanders off while Sam grabs a seat at the table to work on his laptop. The silence was suffocating. At least for you. Sam seemed to try hard to concentrate on the laptop, but Zemo relaxed, sipping his drink and you pulled out your phone, playing a silly game to waste away the time.

“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo finally asks Sam. Sam’s gaze leaves the laptop looking at you, then over to Zemo.

“What?”

“The serum,”

“No,”

You glance between them, not knowing if you should leave or not. Sam didn’t seem to want to be engaged in a conversation, but Zemo wasn’t taking the hint.

“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?”

Without a second hesitation, Sam replies, a harsh tone to his voice, “No”

“No hesitation. That’s impressive,” Zemo says, nodding in approval.

He raises his hand, taking off the flannel with a slight grunt, “Sam,” he says as he holds the flannel in his hand, his gaze unwavering from it.

“You can’t hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her. She’s gone. And we cannot allow her and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods among real people. Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

You look down to the ground, frowning at Zemo’s words, but Sam answers without hesitation, “Isn’t that how god's talk?"

Zemo’s eyes continue to glare down at the flannel, for once not speaking up.

“And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?”

“Blood isn’t always the solution” Sam finishes as you hear a door click in the background. As Bucky walks in, you get up and walk over to Zemo again, who sits up to let you sit beside him. He gently places his hand on your knee, your eyes flickering to each other, hiding the action enough so the others don’t see. Though you both say nothing because of the present company, it’s as if you could read each other's thoughts. You were both conflicted on what path to follow and because of that, you found solace in each other.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky mutters, shrugging off his jacket.

“Like we hadn’t known that from the start,” you mumble

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy,”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sam agrees

The two argue about the shield once again and you were preparing to stop them when the doors once again burst open and John Walker and his partner storm in. All your heads turn towards the disruption and you groan in frustration at seeing him.

“All right. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m ordering you to hand him over,”

Both Sam walks out in front of John to stop him from getting nearer Zemo. You stood up to go stand by him as well, but Zemo grasps your hand as he gets up, shaking his head. Your eyebrows turn down confused, but he doesn’t offer you an explanation.

With his other hand, he hands the bottle of whiskey over to you, then picks up his glass, dragging you over to the kitchen counter. You weren’t paying attention to what Sam and John were saying till a spear flew past them, imbedding in one pillar.

Your eyes widened as you saw Dora Milaje storm in.

One of them speaks in Wakandan to Bucky, obviously pissed. “Release him to us now” she orders in English. Zemo’s eyes glance anxiously from yours to them, his mind swarming with thoughts of how to get out.

“Hi, John Walker. Captain America.” John says walking over to them. They refuse to say anything to him, so he looks awkwardly away.

“Well, let’s uh put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” he says, patronising them. You wanted to facepalm because of his stupidity.

“Hey, John. Take this easy. You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje,” Sam warns

John Walker however doesn’t listen. He proceeds to antagonise them till he finally places a hand on her shoulder and all hell breaks loose.

Both you and Zemo stand at the side watching John Walker fight them. Zemo sips his whiskey and offers you a sip. You smile slightly at his nonchalant attitude about the fight, letting him raise the glass to your lips as you drink.

Both Sam and Bucky eventually join in the fight as well, and once again you move to join them, but Zemo’s grip on your hand tightens. “Not now little one” he mutters

He peers around, watching the fight as you stare questionably at him, “Zemo what the hell is up with you today. Did that hit to the head get rid of your common sense” you whisper angrily trying to tug your hand out of his. Zemo rolls his eyes at you, clasping your hand.

“We need to go” he whispers urgently and tries to tug you towards the bathroom.

“What? Zemo, Zemo wait. What do you mean we?” You ask, grounding your feet into the floor.

He looks around at the fighting, his skin becoming whiter as he gets more worried. “We don’t have a lot of time y/n, please. I need you to come with me,”

You didn’t know where he wanted to go, or how he was planning on leaving, but you could see fear prickling in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What about Sam and Bucky?”

“They will be okay. Please y/n, I want to spend this time with you. I don’t want to do this alone,”

You stare into his eyes once more, then nod, finally making your choice.

You let him lead you back into the bathroom and close the door behind him. He quickly pushes the bath aside, revealing a passageway into the sewer.

“Ugh,” you say to yourself as you look down the hole. “Ladies first,” Zemo says, placing his hand on your back, the side of his lip curling up into a smile as he guides you over to the hole.

You shoot him a glare before grasping onto the ladder and clambering down as fast as you could, trying your best not to slip.

After a minute you reached the bottom of the ladder and Zemo arrived quickly after. It was so dark down there, but thankfully Zemo had a flashlight in his coat. Once again grabbing a hold of your hand, he guides you down a pathway.

“So this was the best escape plan you had?” you ask, your nose wrinkling at the unpleasant smell

“I’m sorry y/n, did you have a better plan?” he replies sarcastically

“Well, I didn’t know I was running away with you until a minute before,”

Zemo pauses, beaming the light on your face, making you cringe. He lowers it slightly. So it wasn’t in your eyes but still illuminated your face.

“I owe you a thank you for coming with me. I know it wasn’t a simple decision to leave your friends for a person you meet just a few days ago,”

“When you put it like that, you make me feel even crazier for making this decision,” you grumble

“But it’s okay Zemo, Sam and Bucky will be fine without me, and I wanted to be with you,”

Zemo raises his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone. Quickly he pulls you to him, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His spare hand holding the flashlight wraps around your waist as he holds you there, moving his lips on yours, which you reciprocate.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended. He pulled away slightly, his lips still brushing against yours. “Thank you, little one”

His nickname for you sends shivers along your spine and you let out a husky breath. He smirks at you, turning around, and continues to walk down the pathway.

Eventually, you reach another ladder that you can climb up. You blink a lot as you emerge into the sunlight, finding yourself on a random road.

“What now?” you ask

Zemo walks over to a car, jumping into the driver's seat, and pats the passenger seat next to him. As you get in beside him he easily hot wires the car and gets the engine started.

“So have lots of experience stealing cars?” you ask Zemo and he chuckles, “When you become a criminal you pick up a lot of new skills,”

“I suppose aiding with the escape of a criminal now makes me one as well. You bring about a lot of surprises,”

“I’ve been told I am quite surprising,” he glances at you, smirking as he drives, “And seductive,”

You slap the side of his arm lightly, “Eyes on the road, mister”

“Mister? I think I prefer what you called me before. Hm, what was that again?”

You groan as Zemo brings up that embarrassing night for you, “You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“You calling me daddy? Of course not. I quite like it,”

“Where are we even going?” you ask trying to direct the conversation somewhere else

Zemo turns from looking at you to the road, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Sokovia,”

Your breath hitches as he says the name of his country, bringing back the reminders of his previous family.

“I want to see the memorial,”

You nod quietly, not sure what you could say.

For the next ten minutes, you two sit in uncomfortable silence. All previous moments where you were having fun had faded. Eventually, Zemo sighed in frustration and made a sharp turn in the car, pulling into a secluded spot on an empty road.

He turns off the car and turns to face you. “It seems to me we need to talk,”

You look to him then away, “I don’t think so”

“Y/n” he growls

“I said we don’t need to talk!” you shout, glaring at him, but you snap your lips shut as you realised how much anger had suddenly built up in you.

Recognition flashes in Zemo’s eyes as he stares at you, “This is about my family, isn’t it?”

You look away, your cheeks burning as you knew how ridiculous you were being.

Zemo nods his head, looking at the road ahead as he thought over what to say.

“You are part of the reason I want to go to the memorial,” he finally admits

It was your turn to look at him, puzzled. He pushes his lips together as he prepares for what he wants to say next.

“I love my family. Every day, I miss them. But I also really like you y/n. You are someone I want to spend all my time and money on just to make you happy. Every time I look at you, I want to take you, no matter where we are. And I feel I owe it to my family to visit the memorial to pay respect and to accept that it is okay for me to move on,”

It felt like with his words he had lifted an enormous weight off of your shoulders. Tears sprung to your eyes and Zemo looked panicked noticing them but you grinned, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Zemo,”

His fingers run along your arms and up to your face, tracing your jawline. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and slowly move forward towards you. Once again he captures your lips with his but this time it was gentle like he was trying to savior you. You grasp the fur parts of his coat and try to pull him closer, you can feel through your kiss him smirking.

“Would you prefer to take this to the back seat?” he rasps and you nod your head quickly. You pull away from the kiss, shifting in your seat so you can clamber onto the long seat at the back of the car. Zemo holds onto your waist as he follows you through the back. He sits down on the seat and pulls you onto him so you were straddling his waist. His hands grip tighter to your hips as you go back to making out with him while you ground on his lap, feeling wetness stain your pants.

You smirked into the kiss as you felt Zemo’s trousers stiffen and a bulge appear as you grinded on him.

“Let go of me Zemo,” you sigh as you pull away from the kiss, hesitantly Zemo lets go of your waist curious to see what you were planning. It was hard positioning yourself with the limited space you two had in the car, but you sat on your knees, pushing his legs apart as you settled between them. You reach up and tug down the zip on his trousers, exposing his boxers. Zemo sits back and watches you as you tug them down, exposing his member.

Already some pre-cum had leaked from it, which you gladly licked up, running your tongue along its side. You traced the vein that stuck out, feeling it pulse against your tongue. Teasing him, you flick your tongue over the tip, hovering your lips just around it but not going further.

Zemo finally moves, impatiently he grasps your hair in his hand and pushes you down onto his member, making you take all of him. He lets out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his head back as he felt the heat of your tongue on his member. You suck your cheeks in to give him more pleasure as he pumps your head up and down so that his member could go in as far as it could.

You grasp his tights to position yourself better. You could feel aching between your legs as you longed for more, but at the moment all you wanted to do was please him. Zemo pushed your head faster, grunting, feeling pleasure swarm over him. He then suddenly pulled you off his member, grabbing your arms he lifted you, getting off the seat and pushing you on so you were lying down on your back.

“Forgive me little one” he purrs as his hands roughly grasp at your trousers and quickly pushes them down, exposing your pants. “I need to feel inside you” He runs his finger up them chuckling feeling the wetness soaking through.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, looking in your eyes, “We don’t need one” you gasp, the urge to feel him swarming you.

“As you wish,” he says, immediately pushing your pants aside and slipping into you.

You moan feeling him stretch you out but as soon as he was in you he drew back almost completely out of you but snapped his hips back into you. He thrusts with all the strength he has, pushing your body up and down on the seat.

You wrap your hands around his back, your nails digging into his back as your body moves up and down with him. His head settles on your shoulder, where he leaves hickies. Every time he pulls back from kissing and biting you he would whisper things in Sokovian that you couldn’t understand but you were sure were endearing.

His fingers snaked down to find your clit and rubbed it, sending shock waves of pleasure to your brain. You let out a loud moan as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. As if knowing you were close, Zemo's hips thrust deeper into you, hitting the right spot to make you let loose, your walls clamping down on him as you came. He groans into your neck, feeling your walls flutter around him. His thrusts grew more erratic till you could feel him twitch in you and his seed spill into you.

He pants heavily, finally looking you in the eyes. “I love you little one,” he whispers

You smile, placing a kiss on the side of his face, “I love you too... daddy”

He chuckles and finally gets off you.

The car drive after that was comfortable. Zemo liked to drive with one hand on the wheel while the one hand resting on your thigh, as if reminding you, you belonged to him and only him. Hours later, you finally arrived at the memorial.

Holding your hand, Zemo walks up to the sculpture. He speaks to himself in Sokovian first, getting whatever he needs to say off his chest. After that he turns to you, his eyes capturing yours as they were glazed with tears, “The loss of my country, of my family, broke me y/n, but in some twisted way I am not as upset as I was about it before because it led me to you. I don’t blame you for any of it, I know you had nothing to do with the Sokovian attack just like Sam and James. I’m so glad I could spend these last moments with you.”

You look at him confused, “These last moments?”

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching and you quickly spin around, seeing Bucky appearing behind you. Your head snaps back to Zemo. “Zemo what the hell is going on!?”

He smiles sadly at the floor, then back at you, grabbing your hands. “I’m afraid I must ask something hard of you y/n. Please, can you leave”

The breath left your lungs; it felt as if your entire chest dropped hearing his words.

“... What,”

“I don’t want you to witness what must happen next,”

Your gaze flickers from Bucky who was standing back letting you two have your moment to Zemo who looked desperately at you.

“I’m not leaving you, Zemo,” you state

“Y/n…”

“NO!” you shout

“Y/n I-” Bucky says walking forward, but one death glare from you quickly shuts him up.

“How could you ever ask something of me like that, especially after... after everything that has happened,”

“I should have told you y/n, I’m sorry, but I needed to spend these last moments with you because you are so special to me, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you what was to come,” tears gush from your eyes as you shake your head at him, He steps closer to you, holding your head in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

“And because I love you, I don’t want you to see this. You know there is no other way out of this. It has to happen, and it’s okay, I’m ready. Just like I could with my wife, I know you’ll be able to move on and find someone who will give you everything I can’t and never will because you deserve so much better than me,”

“I love you,” you whisper, the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your eyes examine every detail of his face, trying to ingrain everything in your mind.

“I love you little one,”

He pulls you into one last kiss, gentle, but the romantic moment drowned in sadness.

You pull away. Turn around. You don’t look at him. You can’t because you know if you do you won’t be able to leave. You glare at Bucky though you know as well as Zemo it isn’t his fault. You walk a slight distance, just enough so that they are out of sight, and then you collapse on the floor.

Your hands into the ground, pulling at the dirt as you let all your pain out, trying to hold in your sobs. How is it you had fallen for that man so quickly? You loved him; you had risked giving him your heart, and he was pulled so quickly from you. You felt betrayed; he didn’t tell you what he was planning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him for it either.

You don’t know how long you stayed there, but you opened your eyes when you felt a shadow fall over you. Looking up, you saw one member of the Dora Milaje looking down at you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you gasp, connecting the dots. “Zemo'' you whisper, jumping off the ground and running back to where you last saw him. Sure enough, as you arrived you saw him being escorted to the Dora Milaje aircraft.

Hearing your footsteps, Zemo glances over at you. Sadness flickers in his eyes as he stops walking to look at you, but they grasp his shoulder, forcing him to look forward and to keep moving. You watch as they escort him away, till you couldn’t see him anymore.

Bucky walks over to you, looking at the floor guiltily.

“I’ll see him again,” you tell Bucky

“y/n I don’t think-”

“I’ll see him again, Bucky. You can count on that”

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[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing iii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 393

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“You’re bailing again?” Taehyung looks up from his stack of books for the first time in the last hour since the two of you have started your study date. Granted, he meant no spite but he didn’t understand what set you to flee. The name that was almost taboo to you; the name that brings more tugs to your heart that hurts than one that’s fond.

You glance up at him with meek eyes, “I have an office hour with my economics professor in half an hour.”

Taehyung purses his lips.

“This is the fourth time this week you’ve ditched.” Taehyung sounds mildly irritated and you don’t blame him. You made a promise months ago before mid-terms coming up that you’d help him with statistics. But before the two of you could ever get into the nitty-gritty details of math; somehow the forbidden name comes up.

“I know.” You say softly. “I’m sorry …” You don’t say anything else because your heart is speeding up in a way that is anxiety-inducing. Because Taehyung off-handedly mentioned that Jungkook would be dropping by in a few; and you didn’t know when he’d turn up and you rather not stick around to find out.

His words still linger in your mind and every time there was any prompt to remind you of his face, or his name—you remember the way his words sounded so assured in the context of the situation first. You remember the malevolence that lied behind his usually kind eyes. But it’s like the eyes filled with desire in a one-dimensional view of your body replaced the youthful mirth you grew up with.

“Look.” Taehyung sighs, pushing himself up to look at you with a stern stare. “If you don’t want to tutor me that’s fine. I can find another tutor. But I’d appreciate if you’d let me know beforehand so I don’t have to come all the way just for an hour then have you leave once the content begins to get tougher.”

Taehyung was by no means being rude or outwardly offensive. He was straightforward and you appreciated that he was honest with you. And rather, you feel guilty of the fact that you bailed for your own selfish reasons.

“I do want to tutor you.” You tell him, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes dart to the doors of the library. “It really just slipped my mind.”

It sounds lame, even to you; and Taehyung picks up on it too.

“You don’t forget things like this.” He says pointedly. “It’s like every time I mention—”

Taehyung stops himself and your eyes dart away, hands already tugging your bag over your shoulder. Maybe if you sped up, he wouldn’t stare at you with an inquisitive stare that looked similar to one of realisation.

“Did something happen between you and Kook?”

You wince. Taehyung is observant.

“Are the two of you—?”

“I’m fine.” You snap, tone defensive and on edge when you hear the bell of the library door ring. You don’t dare to turn to look. “We’re fine.”

“_____ …” Taehyung frowns.

“I gotta go. Okay?” You huff, offering one last apologetic look before you turn to leave. But in your haste, you bump into a solid figure and you’re terrified that it’s—

“Careful.” A deeper, unfamiliar but welcomed voice murmurs.

When your eyes look up, it’s just someone you recognise from Jungkook’s football games. You were sure he was a key player too. His stature was definitely one of an athlete. He was tall, broad, and firm; and the black shirt that hugged his chest only emphasised your guess.

“S-Sorry.” You squeak, looking down.

You brush past him before he can get another word in, and only when you slip past him do you see Jungkook lingering behind with a frown on his face.

“______—” He calls.

You’re able to leave before he can get a hold of you; and that only causes the frown on Jungkook’s face to harden.

When the door rings once more to signal your departure, Jungkook is already sat with Taehyung and the other person that bumped into you.

“What’s up with the two of you?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook stiffens and responds with a grit of his teeth. “Nothing.”

Taehyung doesn’t look convinced and Namjoon—though recently enlightened with the fact that there was potentially something brewing between the two of you—was also observant enough to pick up on the tense atmosphere that you left with.

“Aren’t the two of you super close?” Namjoon says offhandedly, already shifting through his assignments while he lays them out.

Jungkook wants to let out a dry scoff at the assumption. Sure, the two of you were close. He isn’t so sure about that anymore.

“You’re clearly lying to me.” Taehyung snorts. “So whatever it is the two of you are keeping a secret please just sort it out because I need _____ here to tutor me and you’re getting in the way of my education.”

Taehyung mostly says this as a joke, but it strikes Jungkook straight where it’s vulnerable. He wasn’t going to be the first to break, nor will he indulge Taehyung into what he said to you in the same library they were in at this very moment.

So instead, Jungkook brushes it off like he’s been doing so more recently than ever.

“Whatever.” He mutters.

For some reason, you see Jungkook again on the same day—accompanied by the same person that you bumped into.

You realise that you’ve spent more time avoiding him than dealing with your feelings after what transpired. But you’re weak and you suppose you’ve always been weak when it came to Jungkook.

It was difficult … to say the least. Because while Jungkook’s words were malicious and filled with the intent to hurt and break you; the better (and foolish) part of you wanted to believe that he was angry. Driven by emotions that he wasn’t thinking straight. But while you were naive, you were also substantially aware that there had to be some form of truth to the words he’s thrown at you.

But this was the same Jungkook that you grew up with, the young boy you’ve somehow seen transition from awkward and endearing teen to … to the confident and assured man he was. You didn’t want to make any excuses for him but you’ve always been soft. And you hated that your eyes somehow still linger on his approaching figure when the rational side of your brain tells you to run away.

However, it’s not him who greets you. It’s his friend. The one you vaguely recognise but can’t quite put a name to a face.

“Hey!” He calls out to you.

His smile is easy with a dimple appearing on his cheeks. He looks kind and soft for someone that was easily a head taller than you were, and despite his height—there was something oddly comforting about the way he approaches you as if he knows you.

You try to ignore the coldness from Jungkook’s end and remind yourself that you should’ve felt angry—not the other way around.

“Hi?” You say, or more appropriately ask.

Jungkook’s expression is still blank; every time your eyes briefly linger on his face you wonder how it’d ended up this way.

“_____, right? I’ve seen you at a few of our games.” His friend enters a conversation so seamlessly. “Kook’s never introduced us, though.”

You clear your throat and you hope your face isn’t a dead giveaway of your discomfort. Especially when you blatantly ignore Jungkook’s piercing stare on the side of your temple.

“I don’t … mingle around that much.” You say softly,

And it’s parallel to the image that Jungkook has of you. The quiet, timid girl that’s free time is consumed with books and assignments than a social life to make up for it. You used to think that maybe you weren’t the type that enjoyed large or loud gatherings. But Jungkook’s voice only makes you wonder if you were the problem instead.

“Well, I’m Namjoon.” He smiles at you, offering a grin filled with teeth that you find yourself unconsciously returning, albeit awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you … uh … Namjoon.” You mumble, and your eyes nearly land on Jungkook’s face out of pure habit, but you stop yourself before you hurt yourself even more.

“It’s nice to formally meet you too. I’ve been asking Jungkook to introduce the two of us since forever ago but he seemed dead set on keeping you to himself.” Namjoon jokes lightly. And you almost miss it, but you swear Jungkook stiffens by his side.

“Ah …” You reply lamely, fingering your strap as you shift on your heels.

It feels awkward to not acknowledge Jungkook; you’re wondering if Namjoon picks up on the cold air between the both of you. Namjoon looks like he’s thinking of something, but before he can say anything—Jungkook is tugging his arm roughly.

“We have practice.” Jungkook grits, finally making himself known.

Your eyes dart to your feet, and you hate how small you feel in his presence. It should’ve been easy but this was the hardest part of it all. Pretending like you were objectively okay when his words constantly lingered at the back of your mind.

“Go ahead without me. I want to ask _____ something.” Namjoon shrugs Jungkook’s hand off of him. And this time you catch the venomous glare that he shoots his friend, accompanied by the clench of his jaw.

“Coach will—”

“I’m the captain, remember?” Namjoon snorts, but it’s not condescending. Just a reminder.

Jungkook purses his lips and his eyes dart between the two of you; and you know him well enough to know that there’s something on his mind, especially with the way he nibbles on his bottom lip.

“Don’t be late.” Jungkook grits, stomping off in the other direction without even sparing you a glance.

You frown at him because he was the one that came to you that day unwarranted; treating you like absolutely nothing as if there weren’t years of history behind the two of you.

But Namjoon is large enough to distract you because he quite literally blocks the view of Jungkook’s disappearing body with his own when he stands right in front of you.

“Sorry about that.” Namjoon looks sheepish. “I hope you don’t mind …” He trails off as he scratches the back of his neck.

Your eyes widen as you shake your head, “N-No! It’s fine. Just … uh … what’s up?” You wince inwardly at your horrible social skills and you have a slight understanding of why Jungkook pointed out the things he did. Maybe he was right—

“I—well …” Namjoon mumbles, and he seems less assured than he was earlier. “I think—you’re really—cool?—and smart—you seem nice so … sorry! God.” He rambles as he brushes his hands over his face.

You blink at him.

Namjoon takes your reaction as a bad one as he winces, chuckling lowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m not this … awkward.” He tells you.

You nod your head slowly trying to process his words. And you feel a little guilty knowing that your lack of response probably pushes Namjoon further into his shell. But he has a glare in his eye that shows that he won’t be affected so easily.

“Well.” He clears his throat. “I follow your podcast. And I think it’s really great. You offer some really interesting perspectives on the War on Drugs—or as you mentioned—the disproportionate effects of racial tension that lead to unjustified or mass incarceration rates in the U.S.”

Somehow you know you’ve said the exact same words in the monthly podcast you do with the International Relations department for extra credit. But when Namjoon speaks, it’s as if he’s carefully picking apart the context and nuance of your words so carefully before he quotes it back to you; as if he treats your opinion with heavy regard and not one of the light matters.

You feel flattered.

“Oh.” You blink. “Thank you?”

Namjoon offers you an easy grin. And you recall: captain of the football team, he says? He doesn’t really … fit the stereotype. Besides the fact that he looked insanely fit. He was gentle, that much you could tell. But you also were a little biased when it came to footballers because you only had Jungkook to compare him with.

“Sorry for just springing that on you.” He apologises sheepishly and you’re even more confused as to why he feels the need to say sorry. “It’s just that Kook was always so bitchy about introducing me to you whenever I asked so … I thought why not take the chance myself?”

You gape at him. You don’t know what to do with the set of new information you’re presented with. Firstly, the fact that someone like Namjoon paid attention to a nobody like you? And secondly, the weird revelation that Jungkook somehow gate kept his friendship … or whatever the fuck it was … with you.

“No, no.” You shake your head, “I’m really flattered. Thank you. No one’s ever … told me that before.” You give him a gentle smile because that’s all you can muster.

Namjoon returns it tenfold as he hikes his bag across his shoulder.

“Well, I gotta go now. Practice calls.” He jokes, waving at you. For a moment, he stills; as if remembering something before he fishes out a piece of paper from his pocket and shoves it to you in a haste.

“What is—?”

“My number. You know—if you ever want to talk. About … stuff. I think you’re super smart—and intelligent. They’re synonymous but yeah. If you want.” He rambles.

You blink up at him and before you can muster a response, he’s darting away.

You watch his figure retreat and notice that Jungkook is waiting for him a good distance away. But his eyes aren’t on Namjoon’s somewhat giddy figure—but on you.

He stares at you long and hard, and you feel conflicted. The paper in your hand nearly chafes, but the feeling is easily forgotten when his expression hardens.

When Namjoon reaches him with a clasp to his back, the pair walks off. Not before he gives you one passing glance over his shoulder that leaves you feeling more restless than ever.

[tetralea]

Only To Watch - In the chair

Pairing: switch/sub!Tom Holland x sub!reader x dom!Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 4K+

Warning: pure smut. Threesome, male x male 69 oral sex, cum play, oral female recieving, fingering, rimming (male recieving), dirty talk, soft dom x sub dynamics, play with whipped cream. There will be a big part of Tom x Haz in this one. 

Summary:  Some innocent games with Tom and his birthday cake cream gives Harrison an idea. It is time for you to watch him and Tom taking care of each other.

A third part of my Only To Watch series. First and second parts are here. 

A/N: It was inspired by this ask! Thnk you for everyone who supported me through writing this!

Soft giggles and smacks filled the air in the kitchen as Tom found you preparing a cake for his upcoming birthday.  

You were at the point to finish the cream when he appeared, asking for a taste. His fingers dipped into the raspberry flavoured cream. The response was an appreciative hum, and another try.  

It was how this started, and at this point you might need to make another batch because now Tom smeared a generous amount on your neck, his lips finding the trail of sweet and sticky cream to clean it up. He ran his tongue over your skin before pressed his hot lips to your skin to suck and lapped at the same place until he only could taste you and the cream was gone.  

You were already putty in his arms, but it didn’t stop you to scope up a small amount smearing it across his lips. You leant in immediately making a mess on your own as you did your best to clean everything up during the messy kiss. It was heated and you did your best not to reach into his hair with your sticky hand. Tom pushed you against the counter his hunger for you unmasked. When he parted from you his lips parted and slender fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull it further until your fingers were in his wet mouth, him sucking eagerly with the obscenest noises on yours. His eyes were locked with yours, completely mesmerised, all of his focus on you.  

That is how it happened that neither of you noticed Harrison appearing in the door, watching your show with amusement, for a few seconds, until he got an idea. Much better than solely joining you.  

‘Are you two having fun?’ He asked making Tom and you jump, with a knowing smirk on his lips.  

‘Hey, love!’ You greeted him, quickly pulling your fingers from Tom’s mouth with a loud pop, trying to make the situation a bit better. ‘I was just making some cream for the cake for Tom’s birthday.’ You betted your eyelashes innocently, but Harrison knew so much better now.  

He walked to the pair of you slowly, stopping behind Tom, circling his arms around the brunette’s waist, looking into the half empty bowl. He raised a brow, as a silent question, and you knew the two of you were in trouble.  

‘It looked something entirely different to me.’ Harrison’s voice was calm and even. ‘And I wasn’t even invited.’ He added, sucking his own fingers which he dipped in the bowl.  

There was a moment of tense silence, Tom looking at you with a slightly worried expression, his cheeks still red from your game, waiting for Haz to say something. He shuddered when soft, sticky lips were pressed to his neck, kissing up on the sensitive skin until his ear. ‘You, bedroom and stip. Now.’  

Then the blue eyes turned to you with a playful but serious glint in them. ‘And you, also bedroom, clothes on. Get comfortable in that chair at the end of the bed.’ By the end of the sentence his lips turned into a smirk which didn’t promise anything good for you.  

He let the two of you go without another word, and the route to your now shared bedroom was quicker than usual. The door was left open and you hesitantly walked to the chair in the room, pulling it closer to the bed.  

By the time it was in place Tom was in nothing but his boxers.  

‘We are so fucked, darling.’ He whined, fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers, which he left on.  

‘We?’ You squealed. ‘Maybe you, but I'm lucky if he ever lets me even getup from here.’ Tom walked to you, his palm sliding onto your face, his fingers still smelling faintly like raspberries.  

‘To be fair, I didn’t mean any trouble. It’s just, this week I can’t stay away from you, darling. I need you in every fucking minute.’ He punctuated every word and leant in to kiss you again, but it never happened.  

‘Tom.’ Harrison’s calm voice made the brunette froze in place. ‘Why are you not naked? And why the hell can’t you behave just once?’ Haz’s annoyed voice made you giggle, making you forget just how tense you felt, obliged to sit on the chair.  

Tom straightened himself and pushed down his boxers, his cock already hard and heavy between his legs.  

‘So easy for us.’ Harrison snickered and placed some towels on the bed and pulled out some wet wipes and lube from the nightstand. ‘Because you guys forgot to invite me to your party, and because Tom just seems to be insatiable this week, we will play a game.’

The blue eyes squinted a little, his lips turned up to a smile as he lifted the bottle of whipped cream, and placed it on the bed, until he got rid of his own clothes quickly. ‘The rules are simple, I’ll put some of this on me,-’ he lifted the bottle-,’and you clean it up, not more or less space just the one which is covered in cream. And you darling-,’ he turned to you a little now, making you swallow hard-, ‘you will watch only. No touching, no stripping until I say so. Understood?’ He laid down the rules and looked at Tom than you for an affirmative nod. ‘Great.’ He grinned and popped down the cap of the bottle, before he pressed some cream on his fingers which he smeared on his own neck.  

Tom like a man starving stepped closer, his hands now behind his back, trying to be as good as he could, and licked a long strip from the base of Haz’s neck to the top of the white line.  

‘Good boy.’  

Tom muttered something, which you couldn’t really understood but only this small act made you squirm in your place.  

Then come another white fluffy cloud and it landed on Haz’s fingers, offering them to Tom to suck. The brunette boy didn’t hesitate and did his best to clean up the mess without using his hands to steady himself.  

The next batch landed on Haz’s cheeks which Tom kissed away. It was pure torture to watch as Harrison coaxed him closer and closer to his mouth never really letting Tom there. He was whining lowly, hands twitching behind his back, wanting nothing than grabbing Harrison and kiss him stupid finally.  

The blonde visibly enjoyed making Tom more and more frustrated, one hand moving around with the bottle the other now gently resting on the narrow hips, keeping Tom in place before his next move. Now the top of the container landed on the thin lips, leaving a puffy stain to Tom’s biggest surprise. His lust blown brown eyes found the blue ones and after a small affirmation he cleaned himself up, licking his own lips clean, just when he finished Harrison’s other hand slid up on his body crashing their lips together. It caught Tom by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss Harrison back.  

‘Can I touch you?’ He breathed out in between the heated kisses they longed to share in the last minutes. Now it was your turn to sigh in attempt to suppress a moan. Tom was rarely the one solely in a sub’s position and even then, he was a particularly bratty one, but not now, he melted against Harrison’s touch and didn’t move until the response.  

‘Look at you.’ Haz purred with a grin, his hands wandering on Tom’s naked form, his palms feeling the strong muscles, doing his best to keep the distance between the two of them. It wasn’t time yet to let Tom press into him, grinding his hard-on to Haz’s. He wanted to tease Tom just a bit beyond his limits. ‘You can, but you have to stay in place.’  

You had to bite your lips to the primal sound Tom let out, when his slender fingers finally reached Harrison’s pale skin. His movements were hurried trying to feel the blonde’s body with every small space it had. They kept the kiss going, sometimes slowing down, Haz digging his teeth into Tom’s bottom lip pulling on it, before letting it go and shooting the ache with his tongue. The whole act was so slow, sensual and sinful, you were sure your knuckles already turned white you were grasping the edge of the seat so hard.

‘Let me closer, please.’ Tom pleaded, his hips twitching, and you barely could believe your ears. Now you were thinking he was playing, trying to put on a show for you, making the anticipation even worse for you.  

Looking down between their bodies, Haz was still in his boxers, but his erection was visible nonetheless, while Tom was completely naked, his cock hanging heavy, leaking and rock hard between them almost begging for any kind of touch already.

‘I want to, but I have some other plans.’ Harrison breathed on the swollen, red lips, before he lifted the bottle in his hand and placed a small amount on his chest. Tom groaned but leant down to clean it up. He moved along Harrison’s chest, making the blonde's breathing laboured, coaxing some soft groans and whimpers out of your boyfriend. It looked like Tom was chasing those small patches slowly moving down on Haz’s body until he was on his knees. Now he was cleaning up a place on the curve of Haz’s hips, his hands now sliding down on the pale skin, not caring about the relatively sticky mess the caught on the way.  

The next puff was right on the tip of Haz’s cock, leaving an absolute mess on his boxers. Tom stopped for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him, wetting his lips leaning in, his tongue sticking out and scooping up the soft cream in one swift motion. Harrison’s hand slid into the messy brown hair as his eyes closed for a second enjoying the sensation. He was so fucking hard, and those stupid boxers felt so uncomfortable. Maybe it was time to get rid of them. He placed another, longer strip on top of himself, Tom being quick to catch it, and you couldn’t help the moan slipping past your lips, your eyes closed as you shuddered from the pure want surging in your veins.  

‘Someone is impatient.’ Harrison remarked while he took Tom’s hands and hooked his thumbs in the elastics of his boxers. The blue eyes remained on you when Tom freed his cock, both of your mouths watering at the sight. ‘Maybe we should give her some slack, what do you think, Tom?’ He asked and helped the brunette up from the ground. ‘She looks very uncomfortable in those clothes.’

Tom hummed lowly and said something but you couldn’t focus. It was impossible to pay attention when both of them stood in front of you, bare, cocks rock hard. It was a sight you never thought you wanted to see in this setting but you weren’t complaining. Your fingers were itching to reach out and touch them, but you had to return to reality because Tom walked to you his hands pushing down the straps of your tank top and reaching behind you to get rid of your bra.  

‘Beautiful.’ He whispered, both hands pinching your nipples at the same time. Your body jerked and you sucked in a sharp breath preparing for what was to come, but to your disappointment it was nothing. He stepped away from your, letting you sit there under their hungry gazes with your breasts exposed, nipples hard and tingling.

‘Please let me touch.’ You blurted our involuntarily, lounging forward on the chair, opening your legs a little then closing them, trying to soothe the ache between them.  

‘Touch what, love?’ Harrison asked with raised brows as he gestured towards the bed, nodding to Tom to lay down.  

‘You? Myself? Anything? Please, Haz!’ You could tell that it was exactly what he wanted to make you beg and ache for them, and he had no plans to give into it just yet.  

‘You can touch the chair, baby girl, and come closer to the bed to see us better, but nothing more.’ He said, walking to you and lifting your chin with his finger. ‘I know you want to, but it’s just fair, we also had to endure it, and now it’s your turn.’ He reasoned before a faint kiss against your lips, leaving you yearning for more. Before you knew it, he was gone, crawling on the bed, pushing Tom on the towels.  

They shuffled around until Haz was on his side, spraying a long line along his body for Tom to clear. The brunette was even more eager, his nose getting covered in the white foam as he lapped and sucked and kissed on the soft skin, slowly making his way down on Harrison’s body. When he was done, a new and last portion arrived, which Harrison smeared around his and Tom’s base.

They laid on the bed on their sides, facing each other in a 69 position, and you had to brace yourself for what was to come. You scooted over to see them better, just in time to see Tom parting his lips, his long lashes closed to clean up Harrison’s base. At the same time the blonde one moved closer to Tom’s crotch too sticking his tongue out to clean up the sticky mess from the hard shaft.  

‘Jesus Christ.’ You mumbled, and you were positive that your panties were completely soaked at that point. It was pure torture you never really thought about while bouncing on one of their cock’s making the other one to watch, but it was pure hell. Fully knowing there were nothing you could do you leaned forward in the chair to see more, to see as Tom swirled his tongue around Harrison’s angry red tip and as Harrison lazily sucked Tom’s cock into his mouth.  

It looked like pure sin and the throb between your legs made it harder and harder to keep your hands away from your pussy.  

Now Tom was lightly bobbing his head, sucking gently at the end before he pushed it back between his lips. His moans were muffled by Haz’s cock, but the pure bliss on his features was obvious. He wasn’t used to being teased for this long, his cock being untouched and now he felt like he was in heaven. Harrison’s mouth was wrapping around him snuggly, sucking and lapping at the most delicious spots. His surprised whimper tore your gaze from the way his hard-on disappeared in Harrison’s mouth. You focused on his face now, his brows furrowed, lips stretched around the thick cock in front of him, hands covering the part which didn’t fit in his mouth.  

You could tell that both of them were getting close by the way they speeded up, their noises mixing together and with the wet sounds of sucking. You heard Tom whining and a second later Harrison’s voice.  

‘Strip to your panties and get on the bed.’  

You didn’t move for a second. It took his words some time to get through the haze in your mind, and to make your body move. The realisation that you most probably didn’t move in the last minutes and that your fingers were sore and your mouth impossibly dry hit you suddenly, but you did what you were asked none the less.  

When they felt the mattress dip under your weight Haz spoke again, switching to jerk Tom with his hand.  

‘On your knees, thighs open. That’s it.’ You whined the soreness and ache between your legs now too prominent and having the open only making it worse. ‘I want you to stay like that, and help us clean up when I tell you, but, yes, that’s right legs open, waiting and exposed for us.’ His smirk didn’t leave you unaffected, you frantically started to look around for anything you could have stuffed under your pussy to grind on in your desperation.  

However your search was interrupted by hearing Harrison spit into his palm and carefully opening Tom’s thighs even more. The reaction was nothing you haven’t heard or saw before, Tom shuddered, a soft ‘fuck’ leaving his lips when Harrison’s delicate fingers swept through his perineum and tight hole, coating the sensitive places in his spit.  

From that second you were sure it wouldn’t last long. It wasn’t too early in the relationship between the three of you when Harrison coaxed it out of Tom that he liked and wanted to be touched there, and oh the effect it had on him. You had your fair share pleasuring him like this and he was, so sensitive. Not even going any further than lightly massaging and rubbing his tight hole and the space till his balls had him seeing stars.  

You wet your lips as you leant on your hands too, being careful to keep your legs open no matter how difficult it felt. You wanted to be so good for them. The sight in front of you, was something else now Tom sucked Harrison with ease, fitting his whole penis into his mouth, relaxing his throat just in the right time. Spit glistering on his lips and face as it dripped down to the towels. He was fucked out already you could tell from his expression.  

On the other hand you looked at Haz, sucking Tom with intent, one hand drawing tight circles on his hole the other one fondling his balls. They were tight any heavy ready to release in any second.  

‘Fuck, Haz he is so close.’ Your voice sounded alien to you, but it didn’t stop you from going on. ‘He is almost cuming. God, so pretty.’ You sighed and had to stop yourself from reaching out to run your fingers across Tom’s body. ‘That’s it, Tom, fuck, you look so hot. Are you there? Do you need to cum?’ The effect you had was immediate, Tom was whimpering around Haz’s cock nodding the best he could, sticking his butt out a little to give Harrison more space. It was hard to tell what it was but you enjoyed your newly found power and went on. ‘Let go, baby, let Haz make you cum, I know you want to, let us taste you.’ You couldn’t even finish, and he was there. Body tensing and shaking from the force of it. Harrison kept him with expertise in his mouth, hollowing and releasing his cheeks while moving his head, coaxing the orgasm out of Tom, letting him release into his mouth, swallowing his load the best he could, helping him though his peak until Tom was shaking from overstimulation. After that you were expecting Harrison to let go of him but instead he kept Tom warm in his mouth.  

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because not even a few seconds later Tom started to jerk off Harrison fast and hard, his mouth opened, eyes closed, tongue sticking out, not moving even when the hot, white cum hit it. He kept going, moving has hands, soaking in Harrisons little trembles and muffled moans. When Tom closed his mouth the swallowed the cum he collected lowly humming to the taste.  

This was the moment when Harrison gestured to you, trying his best to look at you to cue you to move closer and closer until you were level with your face. He only then let go of Tom leaning up and kissing you. It was a shock to your system. The thing your body was on the edge for was there so suddenly you barely could proceed it, mostly when you felt the taste of Tom’s cum on Harrison’s lips and tongue. You winced to the feeling of the thick cum being pushed onto your tongue, then it hit you. Haz was only collecting the cum still sweeping out of Tom’s cock after he swallowed the first load, so he could make you swallow some too. You took it, eagerly kissing back to Harrison your tongue dancing with his trying to collect every drop before you parted.  

‘Good girl.’ Harrison praised you. ‘No go and help him too.’

You moved swiftly, leaning down to Tom, kissing his lips and hands which were covered in the white spurts. After sucking every one of his fingers clean, you kissed him obsessed with the taste mixing on your tongue. You were so lost in the kiss with Tom you didn’t notice that Haz moved away and crawled behind you.  

The sudden moan against the thin, tired lips made Tom smirk. His hands come up to grab your shoulders and keep you in place. You were in a very vulnerable position, your ass up in the air and Harrison used it to his advantage. He slid a finger across your soaked panties unexpectedly. It was a shock again and you wanted to turn and see him, but Tom didn’t let you. He kept kissing you, his tongue soothing away your worries.  

‘Fuck, Tom. She has properly soaked her panties.’ Harrison’s amused voice filled your chest with pride. ‘Let her go, come look at this.’ It wasn’t even a command, but Tom breathed a small kiss to your lips and after a playful wink he moved away, behind you.  

‘God.’ You heard his voice and simultaneously felt another finger run though the material sticking to your folds. ‘We can’t leave her like this. We both got our fair share at the end.’ Tom reasoned and you felt grateful.  

‘I know, I didn’t mean to punish her that bad.’ Harrison’s voice come out with a giggle, and you felt two sets of hands touching you. The moan escaping your lips were primal, begging for something more and saying thank you for what you already got. ‘We can’t fuck her tho.’ Harrison said out the obvious facts, with both of them just cuming they couldn’t.

‘I can eat her out.’ Tom volunteered, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.  

‘You are really crazy for her this week.’ Harrison laughed and placed a soft kiss on Tom’s lips. ‘Come on, lay on your back. You can eat her out and I’ll finger her.’  

Just the thought alone sent another gush of wetness to your folds. While Tom laid down, Harrison helped the panties of off you, gently manuvering you above Tom’s face.  

‘Come on, baby girl, we all know you want it, and he is pretty eager too, let Tom taste you.’ Haz encouragement was all you needed to lower yourself down being in an almost 69 position above Tom except that his cock was laying on his stomach soft and small.  

The moment his lips touched your pulsing pussy felt like his lips were charged with electricity and it surged through your body. You couldn’t hold back your moans and whimpers anymore. Thankfully strong hands were preventing you to collapse on the brunette’s face. You felt Harrison’s fingers circling around your entrance and yelped as he inserted not only one but two infers immediately.  

‘God, baby girl, you wanted it for so bad, huh? So soaked and open for us already and we haven’t even touched you until now.’  

There weren’t any coherent thoughts in your mind anymore. With Tom’s skilled tongue lapping and his mouth sucking on your swollen and neglected clit while Harrison fingered you with ease, brushing against your swollen g-spot sent you flying.  

‘She won’t last, Haz.’ Tom warned and it felt like his voice was miles away.

‘I can feel it, yeah. So pathetic. Baby girl, wants to cum so bad.’  

They were right but there was nothing in the word what could make you change it or answer to them.  

‘But she was so good, she sat it out through the whole time, never touching herself, being such a good girl for us. She deserves to cum.’ Harrison speeded up, his fingers pumping in and out of you while Tom sucked hard, and you were done for.  

‘Can I come?’ Your voice was hoarse, breathy.  

‘Yes, love, you can. Don’t hold back, let it go. Show us how pretty you are when you come.’ Harrison encouraged you, and it was all you needed again, you tipped over the edge.  

It felt like the pleasure consumed your body, like you had no control over your muscles anymore, like it was never ending, the waves of pleasure for the simultaneous simulation washed over you again and again. You never realised how you were almost screaming, their names one after the other like a mantra filling the air, neither the soft ‘thank you’s whispered onto Tom’s hips soaked in your saliva.  

It seemed like it will never end when they both started to slow down, coaxing you down from your high until you were blissed out and panting. The strong hands helped you lay down on the bed. Two pair of lips kissed along your shoulder and collarbone, oh so many fingers run up and down on your figure and two firm bodies were pressed to yours keeping you warm.  

It was hard to tell how much time has passed in complete quiet, when you started to giggle.  

‘So did I win?’

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[writing-wh0re]

Hi! I found prompts are open,

I was able to come with a lot, if you could do all i will greatly appreciate it, if just one or two i will still highly appreciate it dear 😊😊😘😘 it can be both fluff?smut for all prompts specified

“Are you hurt?”

“Did he do this?” 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” 

Sebastian Stan

“You’re fucking mine.” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” 

“Stop playing with me.” 

Bucky Barnes

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” 

“On the bed, now.” 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

Peter Parker

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests. 

Okay this has three different blurbs inside it - Sorry if it’s a lot to read, but I hope you enjoy it! 

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Word Count: 2,103k 

Warnings for all three blurbs: Smut 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Both Male and Female Recieving Oral, Explicit Language, Slight Videotaping of Sex(?). 

*Please note! Peter Parker is 18+ in this blurb!* 

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” 

“On the bed, now.” 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

Peter Parker - is 18+ in this blurb. 

“You didn’t have to drop me.” I groan as Peter and I walk through the avengers compound. 

“That’s not on me, you knew you had to stick the landing.” 

“Stop bickering, you’re worse than Tony and Pepper.” Happy complains as I roll my eyes. 

Walking through the compound, I make it to my bedroom, immediately walking into the ensuite as I jump slightly, a voice startling me.  

“Room for one more?” A smirk floods my face as I spin, facing Peter. 

“Always.” 

I turn the shower on, the warm water flowing through the pipes as I unzip my suit, Peter taking off his as my eyes wander up and down his body. Peter walks up to me, his hand cupping my face as our lips brush against each other. “You’re so gorgeous.” I smile as our lips lock, moving in perfect sync as he walks me backwards into the shower, not breaking our kiss. I moan against his mouth as the warm water flows down my back. I run my hands down Peter’s bare chest as I gasp my hand brushing against his hard dick. 

Peter chuckles against my lips as I take his cock in my hand, pumping my hand up and down as he cages me between him and the cold shower wall. I continue to play with him as he moans into my mouth. I abruptly stop earning a groan as I duck out of his embrace, starting to lather my body in soap as Peter tuts, tongue in cheek. I feel his hand grip my ass tight, his breath fanning against my neck. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” I shrug as I wash my body, Peter shaking his head as he watches the bubbles run off my skin. 

“On the bed, now.” 

Without hesitation I follow his demand, a trail of wet footprints behind me as I fall onto my bed, my comforter beginning to soak from the water as Peter shuts the water off slowly walking into the room as he smirks.��

“Such a good girl.” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together as Peter gets on top of me, parting my thighs to lean between them, kissing his way up my body as he sucks on my nipple a gasp filling the air as he smirks, swapping to the other side was I run my fingers through his hair. I pull him up to me, kissing him as he breaks away, placing one leg against his chest, keeping the other hooked around his waist as he slides into me. 

“Fuck.” I hiss as he stretches me. He moves his hips as our skin slaps together Peter’s gasps and low soft moans falling from his parted lips as my moans flood the room. 

I arch my back as he keeps his pace, moving both my legs to be against his chest to get deeper inside of me. 

“Peter.” I cry out as he covers my mouth. 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

I meekly nod as I move my hips up to meet Peter’s thrusts as I moan against his hand. 

“Just like that.” 

Peter removes his hand as he rubs my clit, my walls tightening around him as he hisses, looking down at where our bodies meet, watching himself slide in and out. 

“I’m going to cum.” 

“Oh, me too.” 

My body twitches, flooding with pleasure as Peter drops my legs to his hips, speeding up his thrusts as the sensitivity shocks through my body. I watch as Peter throws his head back, moaning loud as he cums inside me. Both of us panting as he falls beside me, pulling me to his side as I smile. 

“Maybe I should tease you more often.” Peter chuckles as he kisses the side of my bed, keeping me wrapped in his arms. 

 ---

“You’re fucking mine.” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” 

“Stop playing with me.” 

Bucky Barnes

I sway my hips to the music, dancing amongst a few of the avengers and a few random people as the music flows through my body. Nat and I sing the lyrics to each other, our bodies bumping together as I feel hands on my hips, the person's body heat mixing with mine as I turn and look back, a smirk covering my face. 

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” 

“I’ve fought Buck before, plus I know you enjoy teasing him.” I roll my eyes at Steve’s words as Nat gives me a questioning look as I smirk. Our bodies move together as I hear him chuckle behind me.      

“We have his attention.” My eyes wander around the crowd, landing on him. His jaw tense and knuckles white around the glass he holds. He empties the glass, making his way through the bodies. I feel Steve’s hands leave my hips, his body disappearing from mine. 

Bucky spins my body into his roughly, his mouth brushing against my ear. 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” My breath hitches as he spanks my ass. 

“It was Steve’s idea.”

Bucky chuckles. “Follow me.” 

I follow behind him, making our way through the bodies as Bucky presses the button for the elevator. Once inside, Bucky stops it, pushing me against the wall. 

“You’re fucking mine.” 

Our lips attach, fighting against one another. 

“Friday, cut the cam-” 

“Keep the camera’s on Friday.” Bucky contradicts as I feel heat hit my cheeks. I kiss his neck as I start to unbutton his shirt, kissing down his body as I rest on my knees. I unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his pants as his dick springs free. 

I instantly attach my mouth to the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around as a low breath falls from his lips. His eyes fixate on my mouth as I bob my head up and down, I add my hand to the end of my lips stroking what I can’t fit as I continue to swirl my tongue around the sides of his cock. I take him out of my mouth, licking from the base to the tip as Bucky sucks in a deep breath. 

“Stop playing with me.” I giggle softly, licking my lips to take him into my mouth again as he pulls my hair, my mouth falling open wide as he slowly thrusts in and out. My eyes water slightly as a gag falls around him. Bucky stops his thrusts as he pulls me up, lips locking with mine as I moan against his mouth. 

Bucky’s hands pull my dress up around my hips as he slides my panties to the side, I hook one leg around his hip as he picks me up, placing me against the wall a little tighter as he slides into me. 

“Oh god.” 

Bucky picks up his thrusts, my back hitting against the wall as I tangle my fingers in his hair, our foreheads resting against each other. 

“You feel so good.” 

I tilt my head back, my lips parted as his lips move on my neck sucking on the soft skin leaving his mark as I tug on his hair.

“Who owns this pussy?” 

I whimper as he slows his thrusts awaiting my answer. 

“Y-you.” I gasp as he slowly picks his thrusts back up. 

“Who?”

“Bucky Barnes, fuck.” 

Bucky smirks at my response as he thrusts into me fast and deep as he covers my mouth, muffling my loud moans. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” I nod against his hand as he chuckles. He moves his hand from my mouth, slipping it between where our bodies meet, rubbing my clit as I bite my lip. I pull him closer to me as my legs shake, electricity taking over my body as he kisses me. Bucky continues to thrust into me, my walls fluttering around him as the sensitivity causes my breath to hitch. 

“Holy fuck.” 

I feel him twitch as he buries his face in my neck groaning as he pulls out of me, shuffling his clothes back on as I fix myself. Before Bucky presses the elevator button, he pushes me against the wall kissing me with both hands on my face as I smile into the kiss. 

Bucky presses the elevator button allowing it to move again as it starts to go down, I raise my eyebrow not sure as to why it’s not going up to the rooms as the doors ‘ding’ open. 

“Of course, it's you two.” Tony scoffs as I feel heat hit my cheeks, Bucky pulling me behind him as the avengers chuckle at our situation. 

 ----

“Are you hurt?”

“Did he do this?” 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” 

Sebastian Stan - Y/C/N - Your Character’s Name. (You’re both actors) 

“Okay, take two.” Anthony Russo says as I tilt my head from side to side to stretch the muscle. “In this take, Y/n and Sebastian, Bucky and Y/C/N are realising that Y/C/N is fighting on the wrong side and she joins Bucky on Steve’s side.” 

“Got it.” I smile as Sebastian nods in agreement. 

“Action!” Joe Russo yells Sebastian puts me against the wall as I grunt. 

“Why are you fighting for him?” 

“You act like I had a choice!” I scream as I shove Sebastian backwards, I run past him as he grabs my waist slamming me down on the ‘ground’ as my back hits the foam mattress. 

“Did he do this? Did he fill your head with lies?” I wiggle under his body as he holds my shoulders, attempting to keep me still. 

“Tony didn’t do anything. Steve told me you didn’t want me.” I spit as Sebastian lets me go. 

“Cut!” The russo’s yell as Sebastian helps me up. “Okay, we will go for lunch and get back to this after, it's great so far.” Joe compliments. 

“Are you hurt?” I shake my head as Seb sighs in relief. “I slammed you pretty hard onto that mattress.” he chuckles. 

“I know, but it’s all good, nothing I'm not used to.” I smile as Seb kisses my head. 

“Follow me, I want something to eat.” I grab a hold of Seb’s awaiting hand as we walk to his dressing room, I raise my eyebrow a smirk flooding my face as I chuckle. 

“You’re going to eat me?” 

Sebastian just nods as he closes the dressing room door. 

“Strip.” he demands as I smile, slowly stripping off my clothing as Sebastian takes off his. “No panties? Baby girl, you’re making this too easy for daddy.” I bite my lip as Seb picks me up, placing me on the make up table. He drops to his knees in front of my dripping core as he looks up at me chuckling. “Needy little thing, already dripping for me.” I meekly nod as he kisses my mound. 

“Please.” I beg as he drags his tongue from my opening to my clit, sucking on my sensitive bud as I run my fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” I tug on his hair as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer against his mouth as he continues to lick. 

“Stay quiet baby.” I bite my lip to muffle my moans as my legs lightly twitch, Seb moaning against me as I lock eyes with him. “I’m close.” I whisper as he stops, kissing back up my body as he shuffles his boxer briefs down. 

I wrap my legs around his waist to help guide him inside me as we moan. “God you’re big.” 

“So fucking tight.” I wrap my arms around his neck holding him closer as he thrusts into me, our body’s working together, my boobs brushing against his toned chest. 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” I smile, kissing Sebastian as my stomach fills with butterflies, my walls contracting around his hard cock. 

“I’m crazy about you.” I kiss and bite his neck, moving my hips to meet his thrusts as he brushes against my g spot. “I’m close.” I whimper as he sucks my sweet spot, my legs starting to tremble as he continues to thrust into me deep and hard. 

“Come for me baby.” 

A whimper falls from my parted lips as my legs tremble, electricity shooting through my body as I cum around his cock earning a grunt from Sebastian as he cums inside me. 

“Lunch on set!” A voice hollars as a knock lands on the door. 

Our chests rise and fall as we both get dressed. 

“Guess it’s my turn to eat something.” I laugh, winking at Sebastian as I walk out of his dressing room.

[loveofafangirl]

72 Hours

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (no gender, race or body type described)

Synopsis: You are tasked with watching Zemo for the weekend while he assists you in providing tech support and intel to your teammates in the field.  *Sort of: Enemies to Lovers* *One-Shot: Not same “reader” as my other stories.

Word Count: 2.2K (sorry this is longer than I intended)

A/N: This is a request for @purebloodwitch, where y/n is part of the Avengers and used to taking care of everyone, but at Zemo’s safe house he starts taking care of her and she is uncomfortable at first. I hope this fits what you are looking for. I hope you enjoy it. 

3 days.

72 hours.

That's how long you had to suffer his company. You stare out the window, taking in the country view. The car was taking the two of you to one of his safe houses. You had wanted to go on the mission with the rest of your team, but you were the most organized and could most easily relay intel to different groups as you uncovered it. Plus, it had been decided you were the least likely to bring physical harm to him. Though, you weren't so sure at the moment.

You had been against Bucky's plan to release Zemo. You remembered the bombing at the U.N. and the fallout that began that day. You blame him for the Snap and the loss of so many of your colleagues. If he hadn't turned the Avengers against one another, maybe Thanos never would have collected all six Infinity Stones. Maybe no one would have vanished, tearing the world apart—twice: once when they disappeared and again when they returned. As far as you were concerned, Zemo was the catalyst that led to Thanos, the need for the GRC, and the rise of the Flagsmashers. Everything began that day at the U.N. 

You look at your watch:

71 hours and 26 minutes.

When you arrive at his safe house, he insists you let him hold the door for you. You had always stood on your own, caring for those around you. You weren't used to gestures such as these, nor did you want them, least of all from him. 

Your fists clench when he refuses to go in first. Reluctantly, you proceed, allowing him to hold each door for you.

"Would you like a tour?" He gestures grandly around the lavish apartment.

"No," you state coldly, ignoring his coy smile that seemed to dip slightly at your tone. "Just tell me where to set up."

"Perhaps by the windows," he suggested. "The panels are one way. You can see out, but no one can see in. It should give us a good vantage point to keep watch without being noticed." 

You begin moving the bags of equipment you brought.

"Allow me." Without waiting, he takes the bags from you and carries them to the area he had previously pointed out. 

You follow wordlessly.

"There you go."

You nod your gratitude, unable to bring yourself to say thank you to him.

"Is there anything else?"

"No. When I'm done setting up, you'll need to tell me everything you know about Project Typhon and get me the decrypted files you insisted that only you could access."

"Of course, I am at your service."

You keep an eye on him while working. You still couldn't believe you got stuck babysitting. Now your focus was split between the work and making sure he didn't get into any trouble. 

He moves about the kitchen, grabbing this and that. He returns with a tray in his hands containing a teapot, two cups and saucers, small sandwiches, and a tin of cookies. "I had the pantry stocked before our arrival."

You give him a curious expression.

"I did not want you believing they had been sitting for the years." 

"I'm good."

He pours two cups of tea, offering one to you. "You haven't eaten since early morning. Please, help yourself."

You breathe deeply, trying not to give in. You had packed some rations, but you hadn't eaten any yet. You hate how appealing everything looked. You begin reaching for it, but pull back, now convincing yourself it could be poisoned. You turn your attention back to your work after a quick glance at your watch. 

65 hours. 

The evening passes slowly. You juggle your Zemo-sitting duty with decoding his cryptic replies into useable intel to relay to the two teams you were monitoring while also keeping an eye out for any digital chatter that may hinder your mission.

"Why me?" You sigh to yourself, thinking back to how you had asked Sam that same question when he first told you this was your assignment.

"You're good with people, Y/N."

"So you're sticking me with him?" You pointed an accusatory finger over your shoulder to Zemo.

His head shifted to the side, "No offense taken. I understand the difficulties. If you allow me a moment to explain."

"You understand nothing," you chided. Your gaze narrowed to a glower. 

"Easy, Y/N," Bucky interjected. 

"You of all people—" Your head shook in disbelief. "I was there. I saw what he did."

"We need him. He's the lesser of two evils right now."

You crossed your arms, not sure that was true. 

Your thoughts drift back to the present. You check the time again:

63 hours.

Zemo lounges beside you, nursing a drink in his hand. "I surmised you would decline a drink like my own, so I brought you a coffee instead. I noticed you had a few over the past days." He gestures to the warm mug on the table beside you. 

The rich aroma captivated you as you breathe in its bold notes. You really needed it. Begrudgingly, you took your first sip. It is better than you expected. A hum of delight slips from your lips. 

Noting his growing smirk, you muster the strength, uttering, "Thank you." You surprise yourself at the sound of your tone. It was much more cordial than you had intended it to be. 

"It was my pleasure, Y/N."

The two of you remain in silence, except for the occasional exchange needed for the mission. You were so focused on the job you hadn't even noticed him refill your coffee cup until you picked it up, expecting to savor the last drops but found a full cup met you instead. 

He kept working, seemingly not looking for any credit. You didn't offer any, but you had to bite your lips back to stop a smile threatening to erupt. 

57 hours. 

You rub your eyes and stretch your arms. "I'm going to try to get some sleep. Don't even think about trying anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He stood as you made your departure. "Gute Nacht. Sleep well."

You walk away without looking back. You knew there were agents strategically placed along the perimeter so he wouldn't get far, but you still worried.

Warm sunlight streams in the window of the large bedroom, gently caressing your face. The mattress is so soft and amazing; it sucked you into its depths immediately, and you fell quickly. You nuzzle in the soft fabric of the bedding, not wanting to move. It was your best sleep in months, even though it was only for a few hours. You think to yourself that you could get used to this.

Your body tenses at the thought as you remember where you are. You jump out of bed and quickly get dressed. Your team is counting on you. You swipe your phone checking the time.

52 hours.

You head straight to your setup; your fingers float nimbly across the keyboard as you attempt to focus solely on your work. Your stomach growls, pulling your focus. The scent of bacon frying greets you. You turn toward the kitchen, and for the first time, notice Zemo.

He catches your eye. "Would you like to join me for breakfast? I've set the two places." Sensing your hesitation. "I can bring it for you as well."

You glance at your phone. No new communications from the team. No alerts from any of the traces you had set up. Nothing to keep you there. Before you know it, you're walking in his direction.

He moves around the counter, pulling out one of the high bar chairs for you. 

You sit, even allowing him to push it in for you, a warmth spreading over you. 

"Please." He gestures to the plate in front of you and takes the seat opposite you. "Enjoy." 

You nibble on a piece of bacon and let the taste linger on your tongue. It was just the way you liked it. He sips his black coffee, watching you enjoy the first bites. You cover your mouth, feeling self-conscious suddenly. You shake your head, trying to brush away the feeling as you question why you care what he thinks. 

Your phone lights up, but it's nothing important. You glance at the time 7:11. You try to remember why you cared. Your attention shifts once more to the man across from you; that was why. 

51 hours. 

The two of you go about the day. Zemo is more useful than you expected. He quickly decodes and unscrambles messages and relays them to the team. Like you, he thrives on analytics and strategic thinking. There were moments where you actually enjoyed the conversation that developed. 

A few times, your fingers brush against his while reaching for the same thing. He always offered his apologies with that smile that made you forget what he'd done that day.

Before you know it, he's bringing you dinner.

"Is it really that late already?" You question, glancing at the time. You accept the plate. "Thank you." 

You enjoy a pleasant evening together, sharing the meal he prepared for you. He was a great cook to your surprise. This was better than anything you had eaten at the Avengers compound lately. 

As the night lingers and you wait for your team to send you new intel, he tells you stories about Sokovia. Once, he mentions his son before pausing and quickly changing the topic. 

In your rush to label him as a terrorist because of that fateful day, you never listened to his reasonings. They didn't excuse his actions, but he wasn't the cold-hearted killer you had expected based on his military profile. He was just a man who lost his entire world. 

When you part for the evening, you gaze back, lifting your hand. "Good night, Zemo."

The next morning, you wake softly, breathing in the comfort of the bed. You reach for your phone; his file is still open from where you fell asleep reading it. You wanted to understand him. There was so much more than you gave him credit for. 

You realize you were wrong. He wasn't the cause of everything that happened. You were. Everything began not the day at the U.N., but that day in Sokovia, with Ultron, and with the Avengers. They had created Zemo; he was merely a product of their haste. They were the catalyst to their own undoing. He had just shone a light on it. 

You lie back thinking over the past two days—the conversations that you'd shared, the kindness he had insisted upon, even when you tried to care for yourself, and those small touches that elicited a feeling you couldn't understand. 

Your last day together followed much of the same patterns: sharing meals, breaking down and relaying intel, keeping watch.

You notice how at ease you are. Your body is calm with no tensions or worries. You hadn't checked the time since—well, you weren't really sure. A look of horror flashes on your face as you realize you were enjoying this—enjoying him. 

"What did I miss?" He questions, strolling in from his bath, still in his robe.

Your body flushes, and your eyes cascade over his form. Realizing what you had done, you turn away and clear your throat. "Can you please put some clothes on?" 

He shrugs and walks off. As soon as he turns away, you find yourself chewing your cheek as you watch him leave. "Snap out of it! The only thing that matters is the job," you scold yourself. 

For the rest of the day, you keep your distance, averting your gaze, and avoiding him as much as possible. When he wishes you good night, you don't reply, hurrying off as quickly as possible.

You hope to find reprieve in the quiet of your room in the comfort of the softest mattress you had ever known. However, you toss and turn all night, your mind restless with growing thoughts of him.

You skip breakfast, or so you had planned. When you didn't come out, he left it outside your door.

You pack up in silence, catching glimpses of his curious look. You know he is probably wondering what changed, but he doesn't pressure you.

As you leave, you take one glance back at the beautiful apartment.

He waits at the door, holding it open for you.

This time, you don't protest and even offer your thanks. A smile fills your face as he opens the car door too. 

Your eyes close, remembering all the good moments from the past 72 hours. Without thinking, you turn into him, brushing a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." 

Your gaze lingers on his soft brown eyes longer than you intend. You feel trapped, unable to break away, but you don't want to either. You lick your lips, wanting more, but worrying what it would mean. You decide to go for it, but as you move to him, he's already there, meeting you halfway until he pulls you entirely into his embrace. His lips are warm and inviting. You feel the world around you melt away under his tenderness.

Your heart flutters when you finally pull away. "That's a one-time thing."

His head tilts to the side, considering your words, and then nods in agreement.

You get in the car, your gaze still focused on him, a devilish smirk forming on your lips. "Unless I decide it's not." 

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[serendipityjxmn]

Mr. President

Chapter 20

TW: Explicit violence, mentions of guns, drugs trafficking, gory killing scene

Words Count: 3k

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Link to Chapter 21

At first, you’re more like a property to him. He learned that the only way he can keep something or someone around for a long time, is if he treats them like a property. Because human’s feelings change, and he needs to protect himself from hurting.

Everything that he’s told you, the reason behind the marriage, the purpose of you are all true.

He needs to marry anyway, as one of the stupid ancient condition his old father has set and he knows his father had set it to make him stay grounded.

He scoffs, wondering why his father doesn’t learn from his past mistakes. And that’s why he’s made a plan on his own, to marry someone without a powerful background, one he can easily dispose when it’s time, one who won’t be a liability to him. A tool.

And now that tool is missing. He pinches his temple, eyes shut close. He’s alone in his office, late at night because he doesn’t sleep well these days.

Since his wife had packed her bags, left him and gone missing.

He sighs thinking about the last argument he had with you. It’s your own fault for building castles in the air and mistaking those as his genuine gesture and fall in love with him. And he realises that because he is not stupid. And during that one night, he sees you, fully sees you and he can’t deny the desire it stirred in his mind. This may be a temporary marriage but it doesn’t mean that he can’t touch you. After all, you are his wife. He knows you are beautiful, he’d known it since the first day because he isn’t blind. Yet he knows he can’t touch you without your consent. Although he did slip up because he tends to lose his vigilance around you. And that’s how he came up with another proposal.

Yet the proposal took a very different turn and became your last straw to leave him.

He couldn’t believe that you’re stupid enough to fall in love with him. Don’t you fear him? You know he’s dangerous yet you still confess your love to him and he doesn’t know whether to worship you at your feet or spanks you for it.

He’s never led you on and has never failed to remind what you are to him, simply an object yet you still fall for him.

He lets out another heavy sigh. Because frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. All of these aren’t supposed to happen and you’re not supposed to love him.

He had put up barriers and boundaries around himself and that’d made it very hard for anyone to simply approach him. People don’t approach him unless they want something from him and he’s well aware of it because he knows how the world works. Not to mention the fact that he’s the leader of the biggest mafia gang, notorious for all sorts of services they offer; machinery, assassinations, bribery, illegal weaponry, drugs trafficking and namely everything else. That had made it a billion times more difficult for anyone to approach or him to let anyone in.

And you’re well aware of it.

But you still fall for him.

He just doesn’t get it; how you’re able to fall for him despite knowing who he is and what he’s capable of.

He scoffs thinking how he could easily kill you. You’re too soft, weak and fragile.

Yet you still fall for him.

Despite knowing how easily he could kill you.

And without asking for anything in return.

And Jimin doesn’t find that believable at all. And at the face of such genuine adoration, he doesn’t know what to do. Because who on earth would be stupid enough to do that?

But you did. You are his stupid wife.

And that makes it even easier to kill you, not just by him. And the thought of anyone laying a finger on you angers him. It makes him want to kill someone. Tear their limbs one by one. Burn them alive. There’s just too many options.

But first he has to find you.

He sighs, for the hundredth time. You’re such a headache.

And that’s when his phone rings. A call from a private number.

“If it isn’t Y/N’s beloved husband..”

Jimin could feel his whole body tensing. “Who are you?”

The person from the other end laughs. “Damn, I need to come find you more often so you’d remember. You beat me into a pulp before.. and now I want leverage. You think you can just take my sister for free?“

Jimin’s hand clamp in a tight fist. “Jay.”

“You remember.. not bad. You see, when you take my little sister, you’ve caused me some complications. You can say she’s my source of income. She’s a pretty slut, no denying that. And I could’ve earned fortunes from selling her off. And you-“

“How much do you want?” Jimin cuts him off.

“Ah.. you’re a smart man.” He laughs before his tone turns serious again. “100 million won would do. For now. And don’t bullshit me saying you don’t have money or whatever. I know you have that much.”

“Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the time and place. And don’t think of calling the police or bring your little friends. I have someone powerful backing me. She’s my little sister, but I’m not gonna hesitate to do anything if you don’t listen to my words. Right, little sister?”

A shrieking scream piercing through the phone is the last thing Jimin hears before Jay hangs up. Jimin’s whole body filled with rage and he grips his phone so tight it almost breaks into two.

“He’s not gonna come...” you slur, your vision not entirely clear and your swollen lips making it hard to enunciate words once Jay finishes his phone call to your husband.

“We’ll see about that bitch. And if he doesn’t.. count your time now..” he says in full malicious tone.

You don’t know how long you’ve been knocked out again but you wake up when you hear commotions.

“And the knight is finally here.” You hear your brother’s voice.

You struggle to focus on your vision. Your whole body freezes when your husband comes into view.

There’s no way Jimin’s here.

Perhaps it’s just a hallucination.

It’s a whole level of pathetic, you think. Because even when you’re in this state, he’s all you could see.

Perhaps you’re really nearing the end of your life, and your mind conjures whatever it desperately wants the most.

“Clara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” The person hisses.

And it’s weird because it’s your husband’s voice.

You blink several times.

And there really is your husband, walking into the warehouse alone. He can’t had possibly willingly walks into a lion’s den alone like that? It’s like a death wish.

Clara turns immediately as soon as she sees Jimin. “Ah.. Jimin.. my Jimin..”

Someone comes and pushes Jimin forward and makes him sit on a chair and tie his hands on his back.

You swallow thickly. You still can’t process the fact that your husband is here.

He finally turns to look at you and he stares at you for several moments, just taking in the sight of battered you covered in bruises and blood and you see the clench in his jaw.

You let out a gasp when the guy standing beside him takes out his gun and points the muzzle on the back of his head. You feel anger bubbling inside you at the sight of it.

Gathering all source of strength, you yell, “Leave my husband out of this Jay!”

Jay quickly steps forward and leaves a stinging slap on your cheek. “If you dare hurt him..” you start and earns another slap from him, making you whimper in pain. You cough several times, your throat feels like burning.

Jimin eyes you furiously. “Keep quiet. Don’t make any sound.” He says, jaw still clenched very tightly. “Clara, what the fuck is this? Why are you here?”

She comes and slowly sits on Jimin’s lap. You notice how he doesn’t flinch away or jerk from her touch. “Baby.. we’ve dealt for years.. good business, good sex. And then you’re suddenly married and you just.. I don’t know, changed?” She says as she runs her fingers across your husband’s cheek.

Jimin just glares at her. “Why did you help him?”

She runs her hand down from his cheeks to his jaw and then settles on his chest, palms flat against them. She shrugs then. “I don’t know.. you know I’m a little crazy. I like having fun. And things.. had been boring. Business is boring, you are boring.. and perhaps I’m trying to put you in place a little, you asshole.” She glares at him.

He gives a very murderous look. “I’m gonna make sure you regret this.”

She leans closer. “Awww shh baby.. I’m not gonna hurt your precious little wife..” and closer. You realize she’s about to kiss him and you hastily look away. You don’t want the last memory you have of your husband before you die is being kissed by another woman. She gets up from his lap, fingers still faintly brushing him everywhere. Then she smirks. “But maybe he will.” She laughs and then exits through the door.

“Did you come with what I ask for?” Jay asks and Jimin juts his chin towards a large black duffel bag on the floor beside him that you hadn’t realized. Jay grins. “Nice doing business with you.. brother in law.”

“Now let us go.” Jimin says.

Jay stops inspecting the money inside the bag and turns to look at him. “No, don’t think it’s that easy..” He signals something and one of his men comes forward. “See, perhaps you don’t really know my sister.. but let me tell you this. She is a fucking whore. And I’m gonna let her be a whore. And you.. you’re going to watch every single men here stick their dick into her pussy.”

Your whole body goes numb as soon as you hear that. Desperately, you glance at your husband. He doesn’t look at you but instead just stares at your brother. You’ve never seen him look so murderous before. Your eyes widen in panic when they pull you from the chair and then roughly push you till you’re kneeling on the floor on all four.

“J-Jimin-” you say, voice thick with desperation.

“Sshh.. shh little sister.. don’t worry.. perhaps your husband might even get hard from this. Don’t you want to please your husband?” Jay smirks.

You feel you eyes start to water when your brain reaches an end and think that there’s no way of escaping this.

He calls one of his men and several others starts to approach as well, all wearing the same look of lust. Jay grabs a handful of your hair and yank it backwards, forcing you to look up. “She’s all yours..”

The nearest guy smirks and licks his lips as he looks at you and starts to strip his pants. You look away immediately. You let out a cry when the guy kneels beside you and yanks your jeans down, exposing your bottom.

“No, no please, please-“ you start to beg and Jimin hisses.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He grits. “Don’t beg.”

You look at him and find him staring right back at you.

“Just look at me.” He says and fresh set of tears run down your cheeks.

The guy smacks your behind making you cry in pain and you almost collapse to the ground but he holds your waist firmly, groping each side harshly. Then, you feel a hand slides from your shoulder towards your throat and slowly starts choking you.

Your head starts to spin from the lack of air supply and you want to scream so badly but no words could come out. The pressure on your throat is so immense and your lung starts to ache.

Then you see a knife hovering in front of you.

A moment of realization hits you that you’re really about to die and it suddenly makes it so imperative that you tell something to Jimin.

“J-Jimin- I love-“

But before you could finish your words, you hear people bursting the doors open and people in suits come rushing in large quantity.

You try to focus your vision on your husband.

His face is calm. Too calm.

Your sight moves towards the crowd rushing in again and briefly sees Taeseok among them and a rush of relief runs through you. The guy choking you eases his grip on your throat instantly as he gets distracted and you feel like collapsing immediately as you struggle to breath again.

Everything happens so quickly. Someone rushes to your husband’s side and unties him and then he’s beside you instantly while someone else unties you. You try your best to glance behind you and sees Jungkook frantically untying you after fixing your clothes.

“Y/N oh my god-“

Jimin quickly shrugs his coat off his shoulder and immediately covers you. He looks at you as he holds you tight. His embrace is so warm and you just want to close your eyes and lean against him. “Keep your eyes open, we’re getting out of here.” He says roughly.

You’re not entirely sure with your vision but you think someone gives Jimin a gun and he starts shooting at people and you freeze, sounds blaring so loudly in your ear. You let out a strangled scream and you squirm away under his embrace that he looks down immediately. Then he looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook.” He says and Jungkook nods and you feel yourself slipping out of Jimin’s hold while Jungkook brings you flush against him.

For a moment, there are just sounds of guns, people screaming and punches being thrown.

Jungkook pulls you to the side where it’s safer but you just can’t shut your eyes when there’s too many things going on. You then try to focus on your husband. He’s a good few metres away from you and you couldn’t clearly see the face of the other person but you think Jimin’s holding the guy that was going to rape you just now. And then he shoots him right in the head without thinking. And then another shot right at his chest even though the guy’s already crumbling to the ground, lifeless.

Someone then comes up and thrusts your brother to Jimin, making him kneel in front of your husband. You don’t see it before but you now notice that he’s holding a knife on his right hand. Jay’s expression turns horror as Jimin nears him. And then slowly, your husband carves his face with the knife as your brother’s inhuman shriek fills the warehouse.

Your eyes go wide with horror as you watch the traumatising scene unfolds. You feel a scream bubbling from deep inside your throat yet they’re unable to escape from your lips. Your throat somehow still feels constricted.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook mutters and you realize his grip on your arms tightens.

It’s slowly getting more quiet in the warehouse as most of your brother’s or Clara Kim’s men are now dead as they were hugely outnumbered by Jimin’s people. You then realize that he’s taking his time with your brother.

“What did you say you’re about to do to my wife? Cut out her face?” He chuckles. “Let me show you the real art.”

He leans close.

And then he carves your brother’s right eye out while he shrieks in pain.

“This is for touching my wife.”

And then he carves the other one.

“This is for messing with me.”

The scream finally escapes your lips.

“Fuck-“ Jungkook says and quickly covers your eyes and mouth.

The screaming doesn’t stop for a few more minutes and you think you’ll remember your brother’s inhuman scream till the day you die.

“Jimin stop it. She’s gonna get a trauma.” You hear someone says. Jin..?

You hear footsteps approaching you and then suddenly, Jungkook’s hand is being yanked away and your husband’s face comes into view. His forehead beaded with sweat and his expression furious.

You look at him in horror, frankly still traumatised and terrified at him.

But he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he thrusts a gun into your hand. “Do you want to kill him?”

Your panic immediately and clutched his arm desperately. “No, no please- let’s just go-“

“Ssh.. ssh I’m here.” He takes back the gun. “And we’re gonna get out of here.” He pulls you into his embrace, cocks the gun and fire a shot straight into Jay’s head.

Your entire body freeze. You watch in horror as your brother’s life starts seeping out, his breathing ragged until finally.. it stops.

“Good God- did you really have to shoot him in front of Y/N?” You hear Namjoon says.

“What?” Jimin asks, confused.

“God, you’re so stupid sometimes Park Jimin.” Yoongi says roughly.

Your husband finally turns to look at you and registers the paleness of your face. “Y/N, you okay?” He asks and then makes you stand to your feet. He keeps his hand steady on your waist and you’re thankful because you can’t feel your feet at all.

You don’t know how but from the corner of your eyes, you see someone who’s lying on the floor slowly lifts a gun and your eyes widen when you realize he’s aiming at your husband.

One of Jimin’s bodyguard sees it too and moves to kick the gun away and he did- but not before the guy cocks the gun and all the bodyguard manages to do is change the target, because the bullet hits you instead.

You fell to the ground immediately when the bullet cuts through your shoulder. It’s weird because it hurts so much that you almost feel nothing at all.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you.

For a brief moment, you think you see your whole life flashes by in your mind very quickly.

If you die right now at the hands of your husband.. that you’d fallen in love with.. it doesn’t seem so bad..

You smile.

Then slowly, you bring your hand up to Jimin’s face to touch him one last time.

And then everything blacks out.

A/N: I rarely write post chapter notes because I’m afraid it would destroy your emotions lol but I just wanna thank everyone who had given support since day 1.. the story would not have come this far without the kind words you guys gave me. I feel a little bit emotional because we’re almost more than halfway through with their journey.. haha okay I’ll stop here. see you guys in the next chap! 🥰

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the silence drowns (part ten)

Summary: Morgan interrupted Foyet in Hotch's apartment and saw everything. Now Hotch is staying with Jessica, Morgan is trying to figure out how to save the day and Foyet is on the road.

Warnings: blood, pain, stabbing, ICU, pain medication, attempted sexual assault, foyet's sick mind, a lot of very twisted shit here...he's pretty fucked up

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.2k

Notes: Apologies for how long it's taking for me to be able to sit and write. Rather than making you wait for a complete Foyet-centric chapter, I decided to put up what I have edited now and give you the rest tomorrow. MORE CHAPTERS YAY.

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Read on AO3: The Silence Drowns

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For Foyet, sticking around after dropping Aaron off in the ER (as fun as it sounded and tempting tho it were) was impossible. He wandered the hospital halls for a bit, poked his head into storage closets and utility rooms, gathered a few things here and there that looked like fun. A few blue paper wrapped surgical kits, like little Christmas gifts, packed with masking tape and dates. He slipped them cautiously into his bag and snagged himself a white lab coat, just for the hell of it. Might need it. Might not. Didn't really matter. The last stop was the dirty laundry, a pair of scrubs covered in blood would do just fine, he didn't mind looking a little worse for wear. If he was going to come back, pay his friend a visit, he'd have to look the part.

It was late when he walked into the ICU, right past Derek Morgan with a surgical cap on his head and a mask over his face. His walk was brisk but tired, that of a surgeon on a long overnight call shift, something he'd picked up roaming the halls and peering into surgical suites. Walked right by Derek who was busy staring out the window, gazing lost into the pitch black night. By the time Derek looked his direction, eyes moving right over him without stopping, he was already breezing through the ICU. Briefly he stopped to hazard a glance into Aaron's room. He looked awake, and the minute their eyes locked, his alert and Aaron's foggy and disbelieving, he watched the numbers on the heart monitor skip and jump.

“Miss me?” he asked, pushing far enough into the room that he could watch Aaron tense up. There was one nurse on the floor and she was attending to another patient, looked like it would be a while. They worked behind closed doors, and Foyet had all the time he could want. “I missed you.” He pulled his mask down, just briefly, and grinned wicked at the man in the bed, licking his teeth. Aaron was suspended somewhere between agony and disbelief, there was a mask over his face and he looked too weak to move but his vitals were starting to jump like fleas and Foyet knew soon he'd alarm. The nurse wouldn't ignore that. “We'll meet up again soon, Aaron.” He snapped a few pictures on his little flip phone and then he disappeared the same way he'd come in, expecting once more to slide right under Derek's nose except there was no one in the small lobby. Derek was in the bathroom...with this golden luck, he thought he might be able to get away with just about anything.

The further he got, the more he knew that Hotch was his fate. It was clear. There was no way he should be able to just walk through that hospital the way he did, but it had been almost too easy. And if Aaron spoke? If he mentioned it? Well, he was in the ICU on heavy drugs...who would believe him? No one would be so bold, so stupid as to enter the hospital when there was a man hunt for them right?

He would have to leave town for a while, though. The searching had likely already begun, but only locally. They wouldn't spread the APB until much later. As long as he alternated his license plates and ID cards, paid with cash and kept an eye on searches for his alias he'd be fine. It would mostly be those self-absorbed bloodhounds Hotch worked with for a while, their selfish need to keep things to themselves would provide him a perfect getaway.

The first drive was up to New York. He stuck to the speed limit, no need to draw attention to himself. Driving a forest green Ford Taurus, the most generic hunk of metal on the road was the smartest thing for him, no one even gave him a second glance. There were at least two more identical cars at every stop light. With a backseat full of pill bottles and cans of Mountain Dew, he set out. He wouldn't stop, had plenty of gas to get where he was going. He smacked his way through an entire bag of beef jerky listening to the recording he made of his night with Hotch. He couldn't tell if the whimpers or the gurgling noises were his favorite, but then oh...oh there was Derek in the background breathing heavily through his nostrils like a dragon puffing over its hoard being looted. Where was all the fire? That came later...he waited on pins and needles. Having an audience had never been at the top of his list but boy had this been fun. The way Derek's eyes went wide when he grabbed Aaron by the hips and flipped him over, twisted his middle until it wouldn't give any further (the blood...like wringing out a wet towel, he'd thought, that was surprising) and then tipped his shoulder to follow, he'd never forget that moment. He'd flashed out, blinked away from Aaron and saw himself wrestling the big kids on the playground, kids who wanted to give him a wealth of shit and weighed twice what he did...but he understood gravity and leverage better than those morons, didn't he? He did, and he would prove it now. It wasn't hard to flip Aaron over if he just focused on the right places. And if he left a few bruises? With Aaron on his belly, fresh wounds grinding into the carpet, Derek groaned and struggled against his ties. The realization had come so slowly into his dazed mind, but as soon as he knew what Foyet was thinking he began thrashing against his ties and for a moment Foyet froze in his own icy fear...Derek could break those ties, no doubt. With enough anger he could snap them. That sudden fear of his own might have been his favorite part, the adrenaline that coursed through him and he smiled at Derek mockingly. Big strong Derek Morgan blubbering like a baby while Foyet worked at Aaron's belt, pinched soft skin in bits of metal. It was harder than he'd anticipated, trying to wrestle dead weight out of pants and halfway there he realized it wasn't going to happen, not tonight. Aaron didn't move, didn't make a sound, and that really sucked all the fun out of it. Maybe if he thought he could get the jump on Derek he'd shift his focus, but the other man was so wild and enraged that he felt his own mortality storm through his nerves. He was like a kid in a candy store...his plan had worked, he'd gotten in and gained control, even when he should have been alone he'd easily had the upper hand and now he just wanted it all, but he had to pace himself. Aaron was barely conscious, and the pool of blood seeping into the fibers of the carpet told him he was pushing his luck...he had to get him help soon if he was going to at all and that was the plan, wasn't it? Cat and mouse, play with your food...let it go, lick its wounds, drag it back. If Aaron survived, he could get to him again, he was certain of that now. He played the recording back again and again on a loop as he crossed the bridge into Manhattan. A quick stop at a park and ride and he was on a loud train, heading like a bullet right down to the bar Sean worked in.

It was almost too easy.

The bar was musty, even in the middle of the day. Foyet checked his watch and frowned, he should have been arriving just as Sean was but he didn't see anyone that looked like Aaron and that was a little disappointing. He'd so hoped it would be a golden moment, another dark stormy Hotchner staring him down. He shoved his hair back under his baseball cap and adjusted the glasses on his nose before approaching the bar and asking for a beer. A few minutes of small talk with the blonde man behind the counter tickled him with hope. The man's voice was deep, his hair was greasy like he'd worked all morning in a diner frying food (the heady odor of bacon grease and coffee emanated from him), and he didn't smile. This golden man didn't look like Aaron but he could easily be a Hotchner with that sunny disposition. Watching him turn toward the kitchen at a growl that sounded an awful lot like “HOTCH!” confirmed his suspicion. Such simple joy he'd never known.

Accepting his early afternoon beer, Foyet sucked in a deep breath and forced his eyes wide with fear. “Did you hear about that serial killer they have down in Virginia?” Not subtle, but Sean didn't strike him as the subtle type. He would have to be bold to keep that man's attention, it was all over the place. The way he seemed lost, sluggish, too tired to be a very attentive bar tender...probably why he was on the afternoon shift. Getting by on his looks, Foyet figured. Sean shrugged at the questions and wiped down the counter where beer rings caught the light. “I heard he attacked an FBI Agent in his own home. You don't...” Foyet paused, watching the marvelous way he willed his hand to tremble against his glass. “That doesn't worry you?”

“I don't pay much attention.” His voice gave no hint of his fear and Foyet was intrigued. Was he really that aloof, that selfish that it never crossed his mind that it could be his brother? He'd assumed Sean would already know, but then family dynamics had always been something of a mystery to him. “You know the guy or somethin'?”

There it was...the opening he'd been looking for. A little glimmer of interest in an otherwise dull conversation.

“Read about it in the news,” Foyet replied, tapping on his glass. “I guess I just like to know what's going on, but it's giving me ulcers huh?” He hadn't taken a drink yet. Sean frowned and tasted the sour words on the tip of his tongue, searched the easiest way to prod for more information. He gulped at his ice water, felt it burn through his parched throat. The water tasted like ash, the pack of cigarettes he'd killed that morning trying to quell the nausea from a raging hangover still tarry and thick on his tongue. All night drinking at his band's show and a morning shift at the diner had done him no favors.

“They give the Agent's name?”

There it was. Foyet shuddered visibly and shook his head. “No, only that he was in his apartment in Alexandria...he's some big wig fella working with that pseudoscience unit they have. The one from Silence of the Lambs, you know?”

Sean hummed and stared out into the empty bar, uneasy contemplation flickering in his eyes. Foyet watched as they went from tranquil blue to stormy gray and had to stifle a smile. “They catch the guy?” he asked and Foyet gulped his beer.

“Nope.”

“But the Agent lived right?”

“Critical condition, I guess. They didn't say much, just that he'd been stabbed.” He paused for effect and downed another gulp of beer. “I guess I'd rather die, from the sound of it.”

Sean looked sick, all color drained from his face. He'd aged at least a decade since he realized, with some certainty now, that it was his brother they were discussing. Now he looked like Aaron, his features drawn, his mouth pulled tight in a thin line. Beneath the golden beard and curtain of hair, he saw a real Hotchner. He wondered which one looked like the mother and which like the father. He'd find out soon.

Foyet knew it was now that he had to leave. The moment Sean was too distracted to question Foyet about his motives, why he'd mentioned it, where he was from. Too distracted to play detective bar tender. He'd planted the seed, Sean had gotten a good look at him, he'd put it together just fine. Pulling out his phone, Foyet made like he was taking a photo of his nearly empty glass, making sure to frame Sean neatly in the background. So lost in the sudden fear over his brother dying in an ICU, he looked sullen and sad in the photo. Aaron would feel so guilty when he saw it. Collecting family photos, he thought with a smile as he drained the last of his beer and slapped a bill onto the counter. “Take care,” he muttered, making his way out of the bar with an almost giddy trot. With any luck, Sean would call their mother and get her all worked up into a tizzy...if she was any kind of a mother, that is. And if she wasn't? Well, he'd find out soon enough.

He stepped out onto the sidewalk and squinted into the afternoon sunlight slicing in sharp rays off of the skyscrapers on the horizon. At his feet a group of pigeons pecked at discarded popcorn and he felt his own stomach rumble. It was dinner time, but he really didn't have time to enjoy a full meal. Only a snack, maybe a pretzel from the vendor on the corner. He had places to be.

Next stop: Chicago.

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