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monsterfuneral · 4 years ago

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sparks in the rain | ch. 3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.

Words: 1.2

Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)

Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t

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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters.

Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery.

“Dude this TV totally doesn’t have an ass like mine does at home.” Bill said in slight amazement, catching the quiet laugh that filtered from the kitchen. “Are they all like this?” He asked their host who was now leaning against the entryway to her kitchen, her fingers gently wringing a black dish towel.

She hummed, considered his question before shaking her head and saying “I mean not all of them are like that, there are plenty of people who still have those heavy ass TVs.” She walked a little closer, leaning her hands on the back of the couch on the opposite side from where Ted still sat cross legged “My roommate and I were just lucky, her mom gave it to us when we moved together. She got a bigger one for her own living room and did need that one anymore.”

Ted’s own eyes widened “Bigger?”

“Yeah you’re telling me these things get even bigger?” Bill finished off Ted’s thought, having the same question already formed in his head.

It was kind of charming, if not a little surprising that they didn’t already know this. Given they were time travelers and could easily go to any time period they wanted. You pushed yourself away from the back of the couch, backing away a few steps while shrugging and saying “If you didn’t know about that then I for sure have some things you guys will find interesting.” you peaked into the kitchen “But we can talk about that after we get our hot chocolate.”

The two of them excitedly followed after you, watching as you opened one of the cabinets right next to the fridge. Almost the entirety of the cabinet was filled with different mugs. Some were plain, normal looking mugs. While the majority of mugs were obscure shapes and designs or merchandise of some kind whether for movies, shows, or even bands, it seemed like you had it all.

“Pick whichever one you want.”

“Oh man I don’t know how I’ll choose.” Bill muttered, moving closer with Ted who gently placed a hand against the blonde’s lower back for a few seconds as he moved closer in order to see the mugs better.

After standing around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes while they sorted through your mugs, you finally were able to go back to the living room. You kicked one of the tie-dye bean bags further away from the sofa so you could sit on it and still see the two of them better. Both boys took their spots back on the couch, Ted sitting criss-cross and holding your favorite Scream mug close to his chest. Bill sat with his back against the arm of the couch with a Spiderman head mug. He was facing the both of you with one leg propped up on the cushions, his foot pushing against Ted’s thigh and the other leg hanging off the couch.

The three of you had been sitting in the living room for a while now. The rain was pouring even harder outside but none of you cared. You shared stories back and forth, telling them how you knew who they were, which brought up the conversation as to why they kept calling you Armageddon Lady when they first saw you.

“So… You’re telling me that in your universe I’m some really famous actress named Susie Cooper?” You tried to summarize the information both boys gave you, watching them nod excitedly before Ted said,

“Yeah basically! Except in our universe she’s, like, thirty eight.”

“And she has a felony.” Bill added. “Unless you have a felony too, then I guess you have that in common.”

“What?! No, I don’t have a- holy shit was not expecting that… I can’t believe she...” You let out a shocked laugh, leaning forward over your crossed legs “Wait what did she do though?”

“Vandalism.” Ted was quick to answer “The princesses told us about it when it happened, they’re really into all the celebrity gossip stuff.” He smiled softly, looking down at the now empty mug that he still cradled in his hands, tracing the rim with his thumb. “Susie was dating this really famous drummer dude for a few years.”

“But caught him cheating with some lady reporter.” Bill chimed.

“Yeah, so Susie had this really big freak out, showed up at one of their tour shows and totally trashed their tour bus.” Ted frowned slightly before continuing “I mean, I think the guy deserved it. Cheating is one of the most heinous things you could do to any babe.”

Bill nodded, adding “Let alone Susie Cooper.” before taking his final drink from his mug.

“Jeez, and didn’t you say she was a child star too? Poor lady’s been through it.”

“Yeah I’ll say.” They both agreed simultaneously, their responses meshing together.

Ted couldn’t help but admire how well you were taking this, after the initial shock of it all, you seemed to be fine now. He could now see how truly different you were from Susie Cooper and any other character she played, you were unique to yourself, and that much was obvious with how you carried yourself. He felt more curious about you and who you were with every word you said, any gesture you made, or how you could easily joke with the both of them. Ted couldn’t help but feel drawn in by you.

But he also knew that eventually they would have to leave, and oddly enough he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back. Not ready to let this already blossoming friendship be discarded completely. So when it was time for them to leave, they had to figure out a way to come back, not wanting to just up and leave after you had been kind enough to give them shelter when you could have just easily left them in the rain to freeze. No, Ted couldn’t do that to you, and he knew Bill would feel the same.

#bill s preston esquire #bill s preston imagine #bill s preston x reader #bill and ted imagine #ted theodore logan #ted theodore logan x reader #ted theodore logan imagine #bill and ted x reader #bill and ted #bnt imagine #monster writes #bill bnt #ted bnt

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lstories · 3 years ago

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Felix and Oliva: Moving day

I have slow brain. If anyone has any prompts they want to ask, I'd be happy to write it.

(Safe, soft, vore, mouthplay, extreme cuddling)

Wordcount: 1296

Olivia lined another box with bubble wrap and started gently placing vases in, filling it with packing peanuts when she was done. Felix wasn't allowed into the livingroom anymore so he couldn't help there. Bit of an oversight to let him eat the window drapes early into packing.

Olivia immediately perked up when she heard Felix's voice call out threw the house. "Kitchen's done."

Olivia turned the corner and walked into the kitchen, a clear piece of tape hanging from ceiling caught her off guard. She immediately started swatting at her face, hitting her eye in the process. As she tore the tape off her face, she looked up to see dozens of strands of tape hanging from the ceiling.

"Felix, what is this?" She looked over to see a stack of boxes in Felix's arms. Even with a box taper wrapped around his head, he had a smug, plotting face.

"Heyyy, could you help get the tape down, and maybe the tape cutter off. And maybe you could do some science stuff so it won't tear any fluff off?"

"You're stalling, aren't you?"

"... no."

"We have to pack, but if you want to stay one more night you can just ask."

Felix looked down to the boxes in his hands, he knew he hadn't made a mistake, but maybe he was a bit to hasty. "Could we stay one more night?"

"Yes! Thank you for asking, I hate driving in the dark. I also forgot to buy tickets, so there's that too."

Felix couldn't help but laugh, he knew what she was doing but he'd play into it. "Alright, 'your welcome' for not having to ask."

Olivia started walking over, Felix quickly set the boxes onto counter and knelt down. Olivia tried to hug him as best as possible, Felix picked her up and set her in his lap. "Thanks for everything Fee."

"Ohhh, pet names. I thought we only used those during cuddles and sleepy times. Is it that time already?" Felix moved his jaws over her head, lightly pressing down and combing her hair back with his tounge.

It was so warm inside his mouth, warmer than usual. "No, Felix not... not... w-were... mmm... no, NO!" Olivia pried open Felix's jaws, the sad rumble in his chest almost made her feel bad. "We need to finish packing, we can stay for tonight so when we're done packing you can have all the grooming and cuddle time... you (sigh)"

Olivia opened Felix's lips and saw a small, fabric handle caught between two of his teeth. She pulled out the long, pink, bean bag she liked to use while felix made dinner. "Were you sucking on my bed buddy? The beads are bad for your stomach, you shouldn't get jealous of something beacuse it has a brand name on it." She reached up to his head, tearing the box taper off his fluff.

"Oww. I wasn't going to eat it, I was keeping my mouth warm."

"... Why?"

"You're so stressed, and I can feel how tense your muscles are." Felix took the bag back. Sliding it under his tounge and hooking it back onto his teeth. "Just give me a few minutes, if were staying the night then we can pack until we sleep and wake up when we want."

"... only five minutes, and I'm setting a timer."

"Allright, I promise you won't regret this."

Felix waited for Olivia to set the timer, waisting no time from the second she hit the button to start it. He turned her to her side and bit over her neck, rubbing her shoulders with his teeth. He pushed into her chest to keep her still while he used his other hand to rub her back. He rested her head between the bean bag and the heated part of his tounge to keep it as comfortable as possible.

Five minutes came and went as she smacked at her phone to stop the beeping. Felix could barely understand the mumbled grunts of an order Olivia made but she would eventually move his hands or his teeth where she wanted a massage.

Olivia eventually stopped Felix soon after the heat of the bag ran out. Felix turned her around and rested his chin on her head. Holding her stomach and moving her closer to him. She picked up her phone and checked the time. It was 30 minutes past when her timer went off.

"Felix!"

"What? You were comfy, I was comfy, you kept asking me to rub you and we only have three rooms left to finish."

Olivia rubbed her neck to try and straighten out her muscles. "You go get to bedrooms, I'll take down the tape and finish the bathroom. But, thanks for doing that."

"Of course."

Olivia finished throwing the tape away and cleaning the bathroom. She took the boxes to the moving truck as felix brought them to the hallway. They left the furniture and the big TVs for the person they would rent it out to. It didnt take as much time as Olivia had originally thought it would take.

There weren't any sheets left on the beds. Either in boxes or in Felix's stomach. There was a pile of blankets and pillows on the ground that Felix was snacking on. He was determined to eat every piece of fabric that couldn't fit in the truck.

Olivia was laying on Felix's stomach, her entire body was sunken into it. She could barely hear the movie they were watching. Well, Olivia was trying to watch, but Felix was purring too loud for either of them to watch.

"Hey, Felix, sorry for yelling at you earlier."

"Mmm, sorry for not listening to you. Is it time for bed now?" Felix grabbed another pillow and shoved it into his mouth.

"Ya, but I'm only wearing my thermals."

"Wha!" Felix had to swallow the pillow still halfway out of his mouth. "You never let me do that. I thought you didn't like the feeling of going down with only your thermals."

"Ya, I made them beacuse I hate coming out naked even more, but I put the clothes in the back of the van and I don't want to stand outside for an hour in the morning just to get a jacket and sweat pants."

Olivia took off her top clothes, leaving her a flannel version of her blue and red pj's. She folded her clothes and put them under the bed. "Do not eat them or I'm vacuum sealing you and leaving you in the car." She opend Felix's jaws and shoved her head inside, resting her neck on his cheek. "Now eat me, I need to rest before we start driving across the country."

Felix started licking at Olivia's face. She quickly started to try and crawl down Felix's throat. Olivia was already moving her arms and torso down his throat. Felix felt like he didn't have much of a choice, didn't really matter, she was going to the same place anyway.

Olivia slid into Felix's stomach. As always, everything was so soft, there was an open pillow with some soft fluff flowing out. Olivia nuzzled her face into Felix's stomach,hearing and feeling a hitch in his purring. "Night Fee."

"Wow, I'm usually the first to pass out. Well, goodnight almost purple." He could hear Olivia let out a light chuckle from inside.

Felix continued to eat out of the fabric pile for the rest of the night, finishing the entire movie series. He planned on sleeping through the entire trip.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #protective vore #felix and olivia #mouthplay

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Better Luck Next Time (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

Request: Reader is really bad at expressing her feelings and talking about things she loves, so the team helps her as best as they can. And one evening she calls them all into a room and tells them how much they all mean to her and how happy she is to have them

Author’s note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog because without her this imagine would not have been nearly as cute or cohesive. It’s set up kind of like a three times she didn’t and the one she did format. I also couldn’t help the little hint of Mal x reader that i stuck in here. Let me know what you think! i freaking live for feedback. Hit me up with questions, requests or if you just wanna say hi. My inbox is always open!

3 days on the team

Fuck the beep test.

You fell to your knees panting heavily, sweat pouring off your forehead as you stared in disbelief at Kelley. How the fuck was she still going? The rest of your team had already been eliminated, everyone except for the flying squirrel.

You had barely made it to the line on time, and there she was, running off to the next one in time to hear the next one like you hadn’t just done 70 reps. You had to up your game if you wanted to keep your spot. Your plan was simple- beat the best players and show them why you belonged.

A bottle of water appeared in your peripheral vision. You flinched waiting for the icy spray to hit your face, but it never did.

“You did good kid. Don’t beat yourself up about getting out earlier than Kelley. I don’t think anyone could actually beat her.” She said, pushing the water bottle into your hands and making you take a sip.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words would come out. You weren’t sure if that was because The Alex Morgan was talking to you, or if it was because your lungs were no longer in your chest.

“I swear, the rest of us could tag-team this thing and she would still probably outlast us,” Alex said, shaking her head as she walked away, already used to your non-responses (though she was sure she saw your lips twitch up) “I’ve stopped trying, it’s so not worth the knee pain tomorrow.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times as if you were going to call some sarcastic response after her, but the words just wouldn’t come out. You just sighed, resting your head on your knees, your chin hitting your chest-- better luck next time.

*****

6 months on the team

The bus was a tricky situation. On most days the team didn’t care where you sat, but you knew that would change drastically during important tournaments, like Olympic qualifiers big. You had already been warned that where you sat- where everyone sat really- mattered.

Screwing it up could bring the team bad luck, and you really didn’t want to be the reason why your team wasn’t going to the Olympics for the first time.

For that reason you tried to be the last person on the bus, so you could tell where to sit based on what seats were open, but Emily had forgotten something and so she and Lindsey had run off to grab them, and now you were staring down the aisle of a partially filled bus wondering whether you were about to cast an omen of doom if you set your bag down.

“Third row on the left is open, or 8th on the right,” you hear a voice pipe up from behind you. One of Christen’s warm hands settled on your shoulders, the other held her duffel bag partially over her shoulder.

You felt yourself relax at the directions, incredibly grateful for the woman who had become one of your many team moms. You hadn’t ever spoken a full sentence to the woman, but she embraced your shy nature without blinking.

“You could also crash with Mal, she doesn’t have a bus buddy,” Tobin’s bead popped up on your other side, wiggling her eyebrows. It was funny to most of the girls that their two team babies had things for each other.

A light blush spread across your cheeks as you nodded. “Thanks” You mumbled, throwing your bag into an empty row, unwilling to sit with your crush. Tobin snorted as she settled back down, propping her feet up on the seat in front of her, her head on Alex’s shoulder as she slumped halfway down in her seat.

“Better luck next time kid,” Christen winked at Mal and tossed her a small package of Oreos when she pouted.

*****

9 months on the team

Going against Japan was never fun. They were a technically sound team with none of the friendly players like Leah or Jessie. That and they still held a massive grudge from the 2015 World Cup.

As the second half had progressed, the Japanese team had become increasingly desperate. In their attempts to get the ball out of their defending half and into the US box, they had left giant gaps in their defense that Linsey and Sam were exploiting. As forwards, you and Alex were getting sent through balls and crosses.

You collected a particularly nice ball threaded by Lindsey and broke towards goal, beating the two defenders that were marking you and looking for Alex. You were so focused on tracking her position that you didn’t see the center back coming in for a tackle until it was too late and you were staring up at the clouds, tweety birds fluttering around your head.

You could feel the headache forming, like a growing stress ball where the base of your head met your neck. That was going to hurt once the adrenaline rush was over.

“Hey Beaker, you alright?” Emily’s head appeared in your immediate vision, her worried form slightly fuzzy around the edges.

“Meep meep” You huffed, sending the woman a little smile. It was weird to see Sonnett so serious. She put down a hand to pull you up and began brushing the grass off your jersey.

“How the fuck is that not a yellow or a PK, her studs were up and she wasn’t even going after the ball,” Lindsey yelled towards the ref, jogging past you to get right in the woman’s face.

“Go help your girlfriend, mm fine” You mumbled, embarrassed by the attention you were getting. Emily’s presence was comforting, but couldn’t block the feeling of thousands of eyes throughout the stadium, watching you to see if you were going to be pulled from the field. You wondered if many of them were almost hoping for it.

Emily sent you a worried look before patting your shoulder. “That was almost a goal too! And hey, they wouldn’t have fouled you if you weren’t killing it out here!” She nudged your shoulder lightly with hers and released you to the medics, walking over to Lindsey and pulling her away from the ref before she got a red.

You watched them for a bit before someone shined a flashlight in your eyes. Maybe next time you would find the words to thank them, someday when you weren’t feeling so dizzy. You’d have better luck next time.

*******

1 year on the team

Oreos were the quintessential after practice snack. It appeased the vegans and catered to the sweet tooth of the younger side of the team, and really, anyone who didn’t like Oreos was surely messed up.

Normally the team took turns bringing the packets of double-stuff, hiding them in duffel bags so coaches wouldn’t see and remind them about the diets they were all supposed to be on during season (and Dawn was like a bloodhound when it came to contraband).

But to celebrate something the team would forego the normal packs set out by the coaching staff in favor of double, triple, or mega stuffed ones and some funky flavors. And right now was a celebration if you ever saw one. The team was jubilant after their extremely entertaining scrimmage. Your team, Cool Beans (named by Tobin), had beaten team Hot Stuff (Alex’s team) 6 to 5, you scoring 3 of said goals.

You smiled lightly from your place on the locker room bench, munching happily on your mint Oreo and listening to several of the conversations happening around you. You felt so comfortable tucked between Mal and Christen, so safe and welcome.

“You know, I really love you guys,” you said. There was a lull in the conversation, and several girls turned toward you in shock.

“Holy shit, Meep Meep just talked!” Emily exclaimed, all eyes turning to you and your very red cheeks. Perhaps you hadn’t meant to say that out loud...

“We all knew she could talk,” Mal protested, throwing a balled-up cookie packet at her. Emily only smirked as the piece of plastic drifted through the air, falling about a foot short of its intended target.

“Yeah but she said more than 3 words,” Lindsey rolled her eyes at the 2nd youngest forward, wiggling her eyebrows at Mal who had wrapped her spare arm around your waist.

“I just-... you guys make me feel safe and I’ve never had my friends become like family before, and I love you guys,” You said, smiling at the ground.

“We love you too Kiddo,” Christen said, from behind your left ear.

“Group hug!!!!!” Kelley yelled before anyone could stop her, the women sharing a conspirator look before rushing you.

You tried to protest, but in the end, there was no stopping them. A bundle of arms wrapped around you, dragging you to the floor in a dog pile.

“Isn’t this nice!” Emily said from somewhere above you.

“Would be nicer if your elbow wasn’t embedded in my spleen…” You grumbled, hushing when Mal leaned up to kiss your cheek. Yes, these women were crazy, but right now you felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #literalhedgehog

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oneoftheextras · 4 years ago

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Caged

Alpha!Villain!All Might x Omega!Reader

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prompt: Villian/Alpha All Might/Toshinori. Maybe Toshinori is 'friends' with an omega barista and one night he torments her as All Might and in her panic it sends her into a heat and she runs to Toshi's home where he gets to reap the rewards ;)

warnings: A/B/O dynamics if that’s a warning. Definite Con/Non-Con (it’s definitely very forceful) Also Smut, lots of smut. It is a long boy too so buckle up.

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This shift was dragging. The smell of coffee was stuck inside your nose and wasn’t leaving any time soon. Why on earth they decided to open your small cafe up for 24 hours a day, was beyond you.

It was probably because this was the most popular coffee house in the city, and there was a need for coffee at all hours of the day now.

You were sipping on your 2nd coffee of the shift, and it was only 11:17pm, you’d somehow been talked into covering your friend’s night shift.

Normally there was a work policy in place that Omegas were not allowed to work past 9pm close to their heat. There were too many instances of the wrong type of Alpha strolling in and causing issues for the Omegas.

Luckily, you had a week until yours so you didn’t mind covering. It wasn’t like you were one of those soft and vulnerable Omegas that rolled over for any Alpha that barked at you, you actually liked telling them where to stick it if they tried anything.

You’d remembered once, a group of Alpha villains had tried to rob the place once but you and a few of the Beta baristas had managed to hold them off until the heroes came.

Tonight was a quiet night, your shift was nearly over and you could tuck yourself away and enjoy your week off.

Ding you heard the bell of the door sound. Standing up from your crouching position, you were previously storing an order of coffee beans into the cupboards, you greeted the customer.

“Oh hey” you smiled, “Hey” he smiled back. One of your regulars, he would come in later on in the day, every day, and order the same coffee. “Americano, two sugars?” You asked and he nodded.

You’d always presumed that he must work night shifts somewhere, the huge dark circles under his eyes and his lanky body gave that away,

“Coming right up” you smiled again and went over to the coffee station. “Busy night?” He asked, he was often chatty with you if no one else was around. “Not really, everything’s been really quiet ever since that big guy stopped attacking people” you replied.

“Big guy?” He questioned, he never really spoke to you in long sentences but more liked to listen to you talk. “Yeah, you know the one, the huge guy - about 7 foot guy with the muscles” you gestured to your arms and flexed over dramatically.

The guy chuckled slightly at your imitation “I can’t say I’ve heard of him” he added, “How have you not?!” You exclaimed, placing a cup under the portafilter and waited for the hot water to flow through the ground beans.

“He’s that big scary villain that robbed the bank on 2nd all by himself” you explained, but his expression was blank, “He also levelled two skyscrapers last week just by clapping” you continued.

“Doesn’t ring any bells” he said leaning onto the counter and resting his head in the palm of his hand. You were shocked, how could he not know of this guy.

“Anyway, he’s super scary” you laughed, watching the coffee run into the cup. “What are you doing up getting coffee so late?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

He lifted his head out of his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ve just got some business to attend to” he nervously chuckled.

He had lifted his hand so quickly that he wafted a breeze of air towards you, he was an Alpha. You’d never noticed it before, but the strong smell of oak wood and caramel hit you like a truck.

Finally you could smell something other than coffee beans.

Hesitantly, you put his cup onto a saucer and brought it over to him. He had already put the exact amount of money down on the counter for you.

“What about you?” He returned the question, you glanced up from the coffee and up to his face, you could see that his eyes were a bright sky blue. “Oh, um” you stammered, picking up the money and putting it into the till, “Just going to relax at home after my shift” you said.

He nodded, smiled and said “Thank you” before shuffling over to a table by the window. You crouched back down and continued storing the bags of beans, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.

Watching the digital clock on the register hit 00:00 meant that you were allowed to leave, “See you guys next week” you shouted into the back room as you swapped your apron for your jacket.

Finally you could finish that Netflix series you were engrossed in.

You took a right as soon as the coffee shop door closed behind you, pushing your earbuds into your ears and pressing play on your music, you began the tedious walk home.

It was a nice clear night, there was literally no one else but yourself along the streets so you could enjoy the stars. You were just about to get to the good bit of your favourite song as you noticed some inky black clouds filling the sky a few blocks away.

Pulling your earbuds out you broke into a light jog to see what was going on, it may be some dumpster that some kids set alight. Or worse. As you turned the corner that the smoke was coming from your heart almost stopped, there was a group of villains laughing and loitering around a burning car. You could tell they were villains by the multiple piles of bodies around their feet - all heroes that had probably tried to stop them.

But that laugh.

You’d heard it only through news broadcasts and the radio, if you didn’t know what this man was capable of then it would have been a charming and heartwarming chuckle. But instead it made your blood turn cold.

You couldn’t move, so petrified with fear all you could do was stare ahead at the sight in front of you.

“Can you smell that?” you heard one of them say, all of their heads turning towards your direction. Shit. You hadn’t taken your suppressants today, you thought it would be okay, normally people couldn’t scent you so easily.

“Omega” one of them shouted, your knees felt weak but you turned back the way you came in an attempt to flee. Instantly you were dragged backwards by some sort of capture weapon, hitting the hard pavement with a thud.

Before you knew it you were tied up and at the feet of the six most menacing looking villains. “What should we do with her?” one of them said, their voice gruff and horse. “I have a few ideas” another voice said - all you could do was widen your eyes and shake your head.

“Enough!” he tallest one bellowed, as he turned around you were completely filled with fear, before he was crouching down so he seemed like he was the same size as the others. Now that he was in front of you, you could really see the pure size of him.

His entire body was muscular, even his fingers had muscles.

“It’s you” you whispered, your breathing became erratic and you started to panic. “All Smite” he said, smiling down at you and holding out his hand out as though to shake your hand. Obviously you were bound very tightly by the other villain’s scarf so you couldn’t shake his hand. The villain then burst into laughter, throwing his head back.

He was toying with you.

“Let me go please” you begged, trying to stay strong and not cry out of fear. “You hear that boys?” All Smite asked his friends “She wants us to let her go” he let out a bellowing laugh again.

He came a lot closer to you this time, his friends coming up behind you and holding you in place so you couldn’t back away. He smelt very strongly of Alpha, which didn’t surprise you, but his scent was so strong; you’d only smelt that on Alpha’s that are in rut. And he very clearly wasn’t.

You could feel your skin starting heat up and your breathing become quick. He placed his huge hand under your chin, so gently that if your eyes were closed you wouldn’t have thought he was a villain. As soon as his skin came into contact with yours it felt like electricity flowing over your skin.

You let out a small whimper as the voltage hit your core and made you ache. You weren’t supposed to go into heat for another week, now was not the time for this to be happening.

“Boss she smells so good, can’t we just-” the villain holding you in place asked but was quickly stopped by All Smite’s hand being raised. You watched his nostrils flare, he was purposely smelling you too.

This was the exact reason why Omega’s weren’t supposed to work past 9pm.

Your heavy breathing wasn’t helping. Every time you breathed in all you could smell was him, and your Omega instincts were pushing you to get closer and fully inhale him.

“Let her go” he commanded the one holding you in restraints, you could feel the other villains stop for a second as though they were going to question their leader. You never took your eyes off of the huge man in front of you.

“Do it” he shouted, to which they all let go of you and stepped away. Once the restraints had fallen off of you you stumbled forward, trying to catch your breath, you peered up at him, waiting to see what he was going to do next. But he just inspected at you.

When it was clear they weren’t going to attack you, you took your opportunity to run. You sprinted back the way you came and darted down the nearest side street and out of view. Hiding behind a dumpster, you tried to calm your breathing.

In and out. In and out.

A giant surge of pain ripped through your entire body, you doubled over clutching your stomach, trying not to scream. You really needed to get home, you weren’t ready for your heat to start so early.

“There’s no point in hiding when your scent can lead me straight to you” you heard echo throughout the empty streets. You stiffened your body as soon as it hit your ears.

He was right, you needed to get off the streets.

Getting back up onto your feet, you continued to run until you found a seemingly abandoned house with an open, and slightly smashed, window. Peering through, there was definitely no one inside, taking a deep breath, you threw yourself through the opening and slid it shut, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Thank god you were off the streets. That made you feel a little bit safer.

Your heart rate started to calm down, but the burning heat between your legs wasn’t going anywhere. Now that you had time to think, the tingling became more obvious.

Rummaging through your bag, you desperately tried to search for a bottle of suppressants or something that would help to calm your symptoms. You were fully aware that once in heat, there was nothing that could stop it, but you had to try something.

“Damn it!” you cursed, letting your bag drop to the floor, you hadn’t brought anything with you because you weren’t supposed to be going through this yet. “Stupid Omega body” you scorned yourself aloud.

“I don’t think it’s stupid” you heard from the corner of the room, immediately you stopped moving, trying to let your eyes adjust enough to see where the voice came from.

You didn’t have to wait for long before you could make out the small, skinny figure sitting on a couch across the room from you, “I’m sorry, is this your house?” you stammered an apology, trying to grab a hold of your bag and get to your feet.

“It is” they replied, also standing and coming towards you. Your jaw almost fell open with relief, it was the regular from the coffee house, you would recognise him anywhere, “Oh thank god, it’s you” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“It is” he repeated, but something sounded different, he had a sly smirk on his face and his tone was darker than normal. He took a few steps towards you and you were immediately hit with his scent, oak wood and caramel. Alpha.

Your mind started to spin and you held back a grimace when another surge of electricity rocketed through you, you needed to leave, now - before you weren’t able to control yourself.

Nervous that he had noticed the change in your facial expression, you said “Again, I’m really sorry, I was running away from-” you cut yourself off, realising you were rambling away.

“I’m just going to go” you gestured behind you, you were about to turn towards the direction of the window you’d crawled through when you heard a loud sound, it was as though someone was letting air out of tyres.

The room filled with a white steam, blocking your vision, it was only there for a few seconds but when it started to clear you couldn’t believe your eyes. Standing in front of you was a gigantic man, the man from before, the exact villain you were trying to escape from.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you felt your skin warm up, your hands were trembling as well as your knees. As quickly as you could, you pivoted on your heels and lunged for the window, but a gust of wind later and you crashed into him, knocking you on your ass again.

“How...?” you questioned him, looking between where he was originally standing and the proud stance he had in front of your exit. How did he move so fast?

Your breathing quickened again, feeling your heartbeat almost burst through your chest, but every inhale was pulling his scent into your being. Your brain was foggy, you couldn’t think straight, every thought was clouded by his smell.

Scrambling backwards as fast as you could, you backed yourself away from him, you would definitely have carpet burn on your hands tomorrow morning. If you even got to see tomorrow morning.

“I was willing to let you go” he finally said, dead bolting the window shut, “But that look of pure fear in your eyes” he pointed his thick finger at your face and let out a chuckle “And God, your scent! It just drove me crazy” he finished.

“Please All Smite-san, I-” you remembered his introduction from before and didn’t want to give him any excuse to hurt you, but vocal chords shook as you spoke. You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you started to get lightheaded, this was all too much.

“They say that the pleasure is in the chase, never in the capture” he started to walk back over to you, checking every window and door around him to make sure they were locked, “But I beg to differ” he smiled at you, glaring down at your small form below him.

“I barely even got to enjoy the chase, you so kindly invited yourself into my home after all” he grinned, he was so close to you. The proximity was killing you, it wasn’t just his scent, his entire persona was taking you over the edge - he was an extremely dangerous and powerful man, he could end your life with a literal snap of his fingers if he wanted to.

Your body started to betray you, everything was tingling, you crossed your legs in the most subtle way that you could, just to try and get some friction and make the need go away. He saw, he definitely saw.

He lowered himself into a crouch so he was eye level with you, you watched as he scanned your body very slowly. Shuffling backwards slightly, you felt your back hit the couch. It was only when he stood up again did you see the bulge in his pants - he was extremely calm for an Alpha that was alone with an Omega in heat.

It was now or never, you thought. The room was filling with his scent and every part of your body was screaming at you to submit to him, but you were better than to allow yourself to a villain. Shakily you stood tall, trying to match his intimidating stature, “It was nice to meet you, but I’ll be leaving now” you faked confidence and started to storm past him and towards the door.

“Omega!” he bellowed using his Alpha voice just as you had past him, your body made your feet stop. Hearing him stand directly behind you made every hair on the back of your body stand to attention, he was inches away from touching you and you needed it, any type of contact, you needed it. “Please Alpha, I need-” you begged but he interrupted you “A knot?” he answered for you, it wasn’t what you were going to say, but it was what your mind was screaming.

Your knees went weak at his voice, you heard the floorboards shift behind you and then you felt his abdominal muscles press against your back. Letting yourself lean into him, you whimpered as every part of you that was in contact with him tingled.

“Is that what you want Omega?” he addressed you, gently placing one of his enormous hands on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but nod. He didn’t keep his hand on your shoulder for long, he began to trace his fingers down your arm and across your stomach.

“Say it for me, tell me what you want” he commanded you, you bit your bottom lip trying to stop yourself, but you couldn’t, your body was full of aching and need “I want a knot” you just about managed to squeak out.

He lightly chuckled behind you as you felt the vibration from his chest against your back. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of his hands against you, but you gasped when you felt him take your breast in his hand and massage it.

“Who’s knot do you want, Omega?” he teased you, deciding not to fight anymore you whispered “Yours, Alpha”. A quiet growl sounded in his throat and it made the room start to spin.

Quickly, he used his other hand to lift you off of the ground and move you a few steps towards his kitchenette. He pinned you between himself and the counter while the hand that he’d used to move you was undoing your pants.

Everything was moving so fast, you hardly had any time to register what was going on, all your mind was focused on was the dull ache in your clit and the sting of him pinching your nipple through your shirt.

He pushed his knee in between your thighs which forced your legs to move apart and you to stumble, he brought his other hand up to stabilise you and hold you in place. You could feel the heat radiating from your underwear, you needed him to touch you.

Almost as though he had read your mind he playfully grazed his finger over your underwear, making you tingle even more. Rubbing little circles around your clit through the fabric, he chuckled at the way you whimpered and moaned against him.

His finger hooked itself under your panties and pushed them to the side, he continued to run his finger up and down your wet folds, dipping in teasingly every so often.

“Please” you begged, you weren’t even sure if he heard you but you hopped he did. His finger disappeared from you as you felt his hand start to rub your lower back softly, “I’m going to warn you now” he said, feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck, “I will be rough, and it will probably hurt” you could tell he was grinning. He was just as sadistic and psychotic as the news articles had said.

“Don’t hurt me please” you begged him, but the desperation in your voice was quickly replaced with a moan when you felt something thick start to rub up and down your slit. “I’ll try, but no promises” he whispered in your ear as you felt the tip of him start to push into you.

It was absolutely huge, and not just in the traditional sense, you felt yourself stretch to try and fit him in and when you wouldn’t stretch anymore you felt it start to sting. You winced and whined at the pain - it was pleasurable but hurt.

When he didn’t stop pushing inside of you, you flung your arm back against his chest to try and lift yourself up and give you more time to adjust but he grabbed your arm and pinned it to your back, pushing himself even harder.

You felt the rest of his head stuff itself inside your small entrance and squealed when the rest of him slid in so smoothly. Panting and sweating profusely, you involuntarily clenched around him with a moan.

Giving you little to no time to adjust to his size, he started to move in and out of you, never pulling his head out. To his credit, he started slowly and when your squeaks turned into moans he picked up his pace.

With your free hand, you grasped at the sink, trying to hold onto anything that would ground you. If he thrust into you any harder you were sure you would go through the wall.

Surprisingly, he was moaning too. Every time he bottomed out it would send a wave of tingling pleasure throughout your body, alongside your moans you could hear his deep throaty grunts.

He moved on of his hands to be back on your shoulder, pulling you back onto his length as he thrusted into you.

Just as you thought you were about to cum, he stopped thrusting and dragged you away from counter. Instead he picked you up with your back still against his chest and one thigh in each of his hands.

He bounced you into the air and let gravity slide you back down onto his dick, stretching you even more and filling you entirely. Completely helpless, you grabbed his forearms to try and steady yourself but his overwhelming strength was no match for you.

He could throw you around as much as he liked.

You tightened your grip around his length as you felt the tight coil inside you start to tighten and tighten until you couldn’t take it anymore. Screaming a stream of cuss words, you came around him.

Clamping his hand around your mouth and only holding you with one hand, your cries became muffled, but your body shook violently.

You could feel him start to pulse inside you and his knot straining for entry “I’m going to cum inside you Omega” he told you, his voice commanding.

Attempting to shake your head and whimper a ‘no’ you felt his knot push into you - the sensation hurt but after taking his head earlier it wasn’t as bad. The tight muscle rubbed your insides harshly as his thrusts became faster and less relenting.

His rough fingers pressed into your cheeks as his grip on your mouth got stronger. You were starting to see stars when he pulled you down onto him and held you in place - you felt his seed fire into you and fill you entirely.

Even you had to admit the feeling of bliss was like nothing you’d experienced before. Dizziness overtook you and your limbs went numb.

His chest was heaving up and down with his heavy breathing as he walked over to his couch and laid himself down with you on top of him, his knot never allowing him to pull out of you.

For now your heat was satisfied, but you didn’t know how much of him you could take. You couldn’t help but feel empty and sad that he hadn’t claimed you.

“You took me very well” he praised you, gently massaging your thighs and stomach, “But I’m not done with you” he grinned.

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halfway-happyyy · 4 years ago

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The Autumn Cottage

Happy Saturday friends! Autumn has arrived in full force where I live and I couldn’t be happier about it. To celebrate, I have written a sappy, smutty piece inspired by the current weather and this ask that I received: Can u give us a oneshot about a snuggle fuck w alex in a cozy cottage in the fall?

One of the greater joys in her life had to have been waking up to autumn's fickle fingers trying to desperately to reach her from the comfort of her woolen blanket. She watched, sleepy and bleary-eyed as leaves in shades of crimson and burnt umber drifted past her window in no particular direction. Her fingers roamed over the left side of the bed in search of him. Alexander's silhouette was barely visible through the indigo morning light, though she could make out the prominent line of his nose, and the slight curve of his bottom lip. Unmistakable in the minimal glow of dawn was the familiar glitter in his eyes, the glint that said so much about him and then nothing at all in equal measure.

“Good morning.” She whispered, and even that felt like too mighty of a disturbance in the stillness of their bedroom in the cottage. Though if he minded, he never let it show.

“Good morning yourself, kid.”

She reached the tip of a finger towards him wordlessly and brushed a feather-light touch down the bridge of his nose. Moving lower, she outlined his lips and grinned into the air before her as she felt him smile against her touch. She moved around his face with care, tried to memorize each delicate crease and wrinkle in her wake, tried to commit to memory the aspects that he resented about himself, even if she loved them beyond measure.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured as he brought the back her wrist to his lips, kissing the soft flesh there passionately. He brushed the pad of a calloused thumb over the rounded curve of her warmed cheek. “Like watching a flower bloom right before my very eyes.” They stayed like that for longer than either of them cared to admit; she could count on one hand in the past year that she had spent a weekend with him like this- alone and entirely undisturbed from anything and everything. He had broached the subject of a rented cottage in passing one morning a few weeks ago. It was one of those mornings where something had gone awry at every turn, and everything had been a blur. He had been late for something important, that much she could remember. He had rushed around the kitchen in a fury, muted Swedish curse words coloured every second sentence. He was out of breath when he reached the front door, weighed down by his leather laptop bag, but before he left, he turned to her and smiled. “Let’s get away together, kid.” She had taken it with a grain of salt until he returned home that evening, tired from a rather long shooting schedule, but in a fantastic mood all the same. “I mean it. It’s about to be a beautiful autumn. Let’s get away, just the two of us.”

“Shall I make you a coffee, or are we just going to lay in bed and stare at each other all day?” She offered him a cheeky smile and an exaggerated eye-wiggle which he simply laughed at.

“I have half a mind to choose the latter option, but I really do need some caffeine this morning.”

She nodded finitely and leaned in for a kiss, the innate push and pull of it caused a fire to ignite deep within her for him. She could easily spend the rest of her life doing this very thing; loving him fiercely and being loved back just as hard in return. “Alright,” She gasped as she pulled away from the allure of his hot, wet mouth. “Meet me in the kitchen.” She rose from the bed silently and padded over to her suitcase that was propped up on a wicker chair in the corner of the room. She noticed Alexander’s cream Sherpa sweater hanging over the arm of it and she ran a fingertip over the unbelievably soft material.

Alexander must have been watching her because when he spoke, his voice still gravelly from recent sleep, he startled her. “I’d be happy if you wore that, today.”

“You would?” She had been eyeing it ever since he’d brought it home from a shoot a month ago. She longed to wrap it around her frame, the sheer feeling of it luxe and utterly comforting on her bare skin. Especially as the months would inevitably grow colder.

“Watching you wear my clothing does something for me, kid. I love seeing how happy it makes you.”

With a small smile, she lifted the sweater over her head and let it fall into place on her body, the hem of it falling just above her knee. She pulled her hair from the confines of it and let it fall in waves down her back. “How do I look?” She asked.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured.

Satisfied with his answer, she made her way down the hardwood-floored hallway to the kitchen. She had thought at first that the silence of the cottage would be too loud; that city life had turned her into a creature who thought she craved noise on a near-constant level. But to her pleasant surprise, it had taken less than twenty-four hours to grow accustomed to it, and she knew now that she would miss it dearly when it was their time to go home. Eliciting a yawn, she stood on tiptoes and tried to remember which cupboard Alexander had hidden the coffee beans. Without warning, a large hand reached up above her head with ease and produced the bag for her with a sly smile. “I’d have found them eventually…” She muttered.

“Oh, I have no doubt of that. But- would you have been able to reach them?”

She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “Cheeky, vertically-adept bastard.”

They made their coffee together in silence. It had been one of the many things that drew him to her in the beginning. Where conversation seemed forced with every prospective partner and lover in the past- everything flowed the way it was supposed to with Alexander. There had never been a need to fill the quiet with empty words and small talk. It was a wonderful change of pace. “You hungry yet, kid?”

She remembered the basket of farm-fresh eggs in the fridge, thought of the loaf of homemade bread next to the coffee machine and her mouth watered tantalizingly. “I could definitely eat.” She watched him move around the kitchen with ease; watched the way his worn sweatpants hung low from the edges of his hips. She watched the way his muscles flexed in the light pouring in through the stained-glass window above the sink. She had always been struck silly by the beauty that this man possessed; but the notion that his soul bested his looks would never cease to leave her in utter awe. “What have you got on the go today?” She asked, a fork full of fluffy scrambled eggs rested in her hand.

Alexander passed a napkin over his lips, swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and shrugged. “Thought I might chop some wood for a fire tonight.”

She could hardly contemplate it now; the thought of watching her man hulk through multiple logs of wood caused her to physically clench her thighs together. “You plan on doing that soon?”

“After breakfast.” He confirmed.

True to his word, after the last dish had been washed and dried and properly put away, he stalked over to the coat hook in the front foyer and threw a sweater over his naked chest. Turning to her, he eyed her up and down and cocked his head to the side; a small smirk pulled at the edges of his lips. “Care to keep me company?”

Reaching for a blanket and the book that she had started yesterday morning, she nodded her head. “Lead the way.”

It was warmer outside than she had originally anticipated, though the autumn wind had picked up a little more voraciously, and she marveled at the falling leaves the same way she had earlier that morning. The sky above her was cloudless and a bright azure blue and she found herself thanking a higher being for the blessings in which she had been given. Opening the book to the page she had last left off on, the sound of an axe ripping through the middle of a log rang out through the clearing and she knew then that she would not be getting any further reading done this morning. Instead, she watched in awe as Alexander lifted the axe high above his head and brought it down with a force she had rarely seen before, the log splitting into two pieces and falling away from the stump. It was poetry in motion, really. Alexander’s hair was the longest she had ever seen it; the sandy blonde tresses were grown out and regularly fell over his eyes but she reveled in it. Of the many years that they had known each other, he had always kept a mostly clean-shaven face but quarantine, and the filming of a particularly brutal Viking revenge drama had rendered him more manlier and distinguished than she had ever thought possible. “You are fulfilling lumberjack fantasies for me that I never knew I had!” She called out to him.

Alexander tossed his head back, a hearty laughter bubbled up from the back of his throat and exited his mouth like music from a box. “You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to yourself, kid. I see the way you look at me when I put on my old and holey plaid jacket.” He took a break from chopping wood to wipe the sweat from his brow. “To add to this- you also purchased me a very expensive axe a few years ago for my birthday.”

“Guilty,” She muttered under her breath.

“But rest assured I am elated that this-” He gestured to himself. “Does it for you.”

The morning continued on in much the same fashion until maybe an hour or two later when Alexander joined her from her perch on the wrap-around porch. Falling into a bench opposite her, he took a few moments to try and regain his breath again. Beads of sweat gathered at the base of his forehead and his broad chest heaved under the weight of recent physical duress. They each viewed each other with a hunger usually only attained after seeing one another for the first time in months. “Come here.” He ordered, softly. She rose from her spot without hesitation and sauntered over to where he sat. He pat the front of his thigh twice, a silent instruction for her to have a seat. She straddled his lap with ease and wrapped her arms around his neck; the heady scent of his perspiration and body wash made her lightheaded with want. It took every ounce of self-control not to grind shamelessly down on his steadily growing erection. As he held her tightly to him, his warm, broad hands rubbed reassuring circles into her back. She shivered into the touch as Alexander kissed his way up the side of her neck, his mouth leaving trails of fire in its wake. “You cold, kid?”

“No.”

He kissed his way up the base of her throat, past the jutting outline of her jaw, and finally to her lips. His mouth still tasted faintly of the maple syrup he had poured over his pancakes hours earlier and the urge to devour everything he had to give her was overwhelming. “You like me like this, don’t you?” He smirked. “All sweaty and dirty from working hard and chopping wood for us?”

“Yes.” Her eyes slid shut and her head fell back as he continued kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. All the while his hands roamed greedily over her sweater-clad body, squeezing, and rubbing as they traversed.

“You want me to take you right here, baby girl?” His voice grew gravelly again, though it had nothing to do with sleep this time. “I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re already soaked for me.” The wind had picked up again and had begun to blow her hair around her face, the cool breeze a welcome reprieve to her heated body. Alexander was fully erect now, his hard cock throbbed tantalizingly at her thigh. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted the hem of the sweater to reveal her panties, and the wet patch that had grown steadily in the crotch of them. Alexander reached for her and slid two fingers past the flimsy material to her soaking folds. Immediately she leaned towards him to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, but he stopped her with a soft click of his tongue. “I want to see your face when you come for me, baby.” He brought a free hand up to caress her cheek, and as he held her, he brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. She parted for him without thought and began to suckle softly at it as his other hand started to delve deeper inside of her. He had perfected a rhythm with her now; one that no matter how many times he had pleasured her, would always be the fastest way to get her unravelling for him.

“More,” She gasped when two fingers just wasn’t enough anymore. Alexander nodded wordlessly, his gaze searching her own. He added a third finger inside of her, the stretch of it almost too much to bear.

“So fucking wet for me, baby.” He groaned, as he began to pump harder into her. He could feel her clench around him, could feel the soft, wet button of pleasure at the tips of his fingers. She sucked harder at his thumb the closer she neared to her orgasm. “You’re going to come for me soon, I can tell…” He murmured as she started to ride his fingers. “And don’t you dare be quiet about it.” He warned.

These words had helped to spur the wave of pleasure building in her belly and she arched her back against his fingers, her nails digging miniscule crescent shapes into the soft skin of his shoulder blades. “Fucking hell, Alex…”

He nodded up at her. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, my queen. That’s a good girl. Come for me,” He then angled his fingers in such a way that he had her screaming his name into the wind before them, her voice raw with unbridled pleasure. She continued to ride his fingers until she came down from her high, dropping her head to rest in the warm comfort of his neck. She couldn’t be sure how long she had taken solace there, but he eventually patted her bottom. “You came so good for me.” He pressed warm, wet kisses against her temple.

Taking his chin firmly in her grasp, she gazed at him. Unending vast oceans of blue peered back at her and took her breath away. “It’s your turn.” She crashed her lips against his again, the need to have him inside of her entirely all-consuming. He lifted her up in one fell swoop, standing tall from the bench as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. He carried her into the warmth of the cottage, stumbling down the length of the hallway to their bedroom where he laid her as gently as he could manage, on the bed. He made impressively quick time of ridding himself of his clothing, and as he stood before her, naked and unbearably erect, she realized that she genuinely loved the man before her. It had occurred to her before that she felt this way, but she could honestly say that no matter what they would go through together, no matter the pain he would put her through in future, she loved him deeper than she had ever loved anyone before. “Come here,” She insisted.

Alexander crawled up the length of the bed, holding her head in his hands as he did so. He entered her all-consuming heat with a loud groan, the feeling of him stretching her to maximum fullness was incomparable to any pleasure she had experienced before. Having him inside of her was a comfort that she never knew she needed until it had happened. As he moved inside of her, his head dropped to her shoulder where he scattered dozens of open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. She held him tightly to her as he bucked his hips against her, his cock managing to hit all of the essential nerves each time he bottomed out. He was muttering nonsensical things now, random pieces of Swedish and English found her ears and she smiled into their embrace. She clenched around him after every other thrust, and soon his movements had grown sloppy. “Fuck,” He growled as her fingernails raked through the soft, firm skin of his broad back.

“You feel so fucking good, Alex.” She gasped against his bearded cheek.

He cried out as his hips stilled against her own and she could feel the familiar throb of his cock as he spilled everything he had to give, inside of her. He allowed himself a few more powerless thrusts, and another low whimper before he pulled out of her completely. She found his sudden absence almost painful. They remained like that for an unknowable amount of time, each just trying to catch the breath that they had lost a while ago. Eventually Alexander turned on his side to view her, bringing the back of her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I love you, kid.”

A crimson leaf lay next to his head on the down pillow, and she smiled softly to herself. “I love you too, Alex.”

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plush-anon · 3 years ago

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You worked at joanns? 😍 dream job

In all fairness, a large part (and I do mean a LARGE part) of why I enjoyed working at Joanns were the managers.

The store manager was a guy named Richard, one of maybe two or three men who worked there total, and this man was practically a saint as far as retail goes.

This was a man who would, with no hesitation, get on the floor to help customers, or hop on the registers to check customers' purchases out, or pop on to the cutting counter to cut fabric. He remembered the names of regulars, would chat and smile while getting shit done, and was the type of guy to speak slowly and softly when we had shitstains explode at us measly peons for not giving them the full cost of an item back in a return (ex $200) when they used a coupon to purchase an item to begin with and only paid a portion of the cost (ex. $150). No joke, this actually happened to me on Black Friday with a man who stood at about 6 foot with a crewcut and a snarl (the military Karen, if you would)

Richard, of course, stood at about 6 foot 5 inches, and reminded me of a ginger grizzly bear in some ways. Very few customers continued to be assholes when they asked to speak to the manager and Richard came over, smiling wide. He encouraged us to chat with the customers while we worked the cutting counter - it was a good way to learn about what they were making, encouraged general conversation and lent itself to a better environment for everyone, worker and customer alike, so we weren't just awkwardly standing in silence the whole time.

The assistant store manager (aka his second in command - we had two other assistant managers, but she wielded more power than both of them) was Farrah, and she was basically Cool Wine Aunt, but with weed. She was open about smoking it (but not in a pressure-the-underlings kind of way, but more of a 'yeah, it calms me down' kind of way) but never on the clock, and was just really chill in general. She was also a 'jump on the registers' type of manager, and on occasion would take the closing staff out to get a drink from the texmex place next to us in the shopping center, and cover one for each of us - particularly during the Holiday Clusterfuck of October, November, and December (their Frozen Kahlua Mudlslide was my alcoholic drink of choice - they also had these spicy chicken strips that were amazing with it, but I digress).

Both of them were amazing people who would support and back us up without hesitation (if they weren't dealing with corporate or stock trucks coming in), and both routinely worked 15 to 20 hours UNPAID overtime during the Holiday Clusterfuck so that we the underlings could get more hours without Corporate jumping up our ass about going over budget.

They were also refreshingly upfront in our monthly meetings about profits and meeting them, as well as why company policy was the way it was, and how to work within the boundaries so we got more hours. One of my favorite moments was when they said the fabric sales essentially covered their own cost (production and delivery); the rest of the cheap crap in the store was what covered our paycheck and electricity, so hawk it as much as you can if you want extra in the bank (paraphrasing here, but that's not that far off what they actually said tbh).

With some Karen-y exceptions, the customers were honestly pretty chill. There were two women from a nearby church who bought well over 200 yards of cut fleece to make no-sew fleece blankets for children and the poor in December (it took forever to do, but they were so cheerful about it and told some funny anecdotes in between, kept the counter clear as soon as they were cut, etc. Took them three carts to haul everything to the register XD).

There was the slew of quilters making everything from baby blankets to anniversary gifts to quilts for their grandkids attending the local university that they could wear to football games in the colder weather, while still showing team pride. They always bought quarters and eighths and the end of the bolt for half price, digging thru our remnants bin for something they might have missed they could get for half price. They always talked about what they were working on, and spoke in great detail on their kids or cousins or niblings or grandkids. I saw so many pictures on phones, in wallets, and they loved them to absolute pieces.

There were cosplayers making their first costume to comicon, halloween goers trying their hand at making their own outfits, and a few furries making custom suits for order or just updating their own personal outfit. There were the usual school and church Christmas plays that needed costumes, and folks making custom table runners and place settings for family holiday meals.

One notable young man bought out 30+ yards of our 65" inch wide bolt felt for JEWELRY projects he was making as a part of his business and as a part of his art program (you can major in art with a concentration in jewelry making, and he was using it for that). He didn't leave a card, but the pictures he showed us were STUNNING.

We had a few elderly mothers come in with their daughters, to pick out fabrics so they could make their own wedding dresses, or quinceanera outfits, or veils; they showed us the patterns they had, or the pictures they were basing the designs off of, and all of them were STUNNING. (One came back in with the finished dress in the bag, this intricately beaded poofy dress that had to have taken days, hot pink and shiny).

We had local restaurant owners pop in for re-upholstery projects and curtains and vinyl; same with teachers and deck dads and furniture restoration workers that would gush about the design, what they had planned. Some would bicker with their spouses on the pattern, but it felt good-natured on the whole.

We had some elderly men come in to peer over our sewing machines - "How much it run for? My wife's birthday is coming up and her old machine's about done, and I want to surprise her. She had a Singer, but she hates the electronic screens on some of these newer ones, they hurt her eyes." - and moms coming in to sew some custom bed sheets for their kids - "My son really likes the new My Little Pony show, but he's a little shy about it. Do you think the blue's okay? Only he like yellow more, but they don't have any back there and he doesn't MIND blue really but - Actually scratch that, how wide is the fabric? My pattern says it needs to be at LEAST 22 inches wide, does it say on the box?" - and people coming up with some WILD craft ideas that were always a delight to hear them gush about - "So this MAY seem crazy, but I can turn these plastic pumpkin trick-or-treat pails into SNOWMEN heads with felt like this. We fill them with treats for the kids since we don't have a fireplace and they like it fine, but someone said I should sell these on Etsy and people really like them! But I've run out of pumpkins, and you have NO idea how happy I am that you guys still have some left."

The group we had to work with was also pretty crafty; a few were chronic call-outs, some a bit lazy, some perpetually done-with-this-nonsense, but we were mostly on the same page on shift, and all of us were crafty as heck. The employee discount was a blessing AND a curse, lemme tell you.

Stock was the best part, for me. Hours before the store opened at 9 AM, we would rip open the boxes and stuff everything onto the shelves, organizing anything the closing shift missed the night before along the way, updating new stickers or shuffling pegs over for new product arrangement, etc. We could listen to music or podcasts as we worked, and I ended up impressing some of them bc of how fast I tore through everything some mornings (the music definitely helped out there).

I was actually about to be promoted to assistant manager after 6 months, but then I got my job with the university, and they had federal health benefits AND dental, so... yeah, no contest there. Richard actually laughed when I told him I'd been hired at the university and was giving my two week notice, since it meant he didn't have to do the slew of paperwork that accompanied new assistant manager hires. He congratulated me on the job, especially the health benefits - he said that was a perk worth leaving any job here for. I nearly cried with relief that he wasn't mad.

He and Farrah chipped in and got me a small music box that plays Man of La Mancha's Dream the Impossible Dream on my last day. It still sits on my desk at work.

It was honestly my favorite retail job out of the bunch I've suffered through. Surprising at first, since I initially received a rejection email bare HOURS after my interview with Farrah, but about a month later (as I trawled endlessly through interview after interview, desperate for anything those first few months ), I got a call back from them asking if I was still interested (which I was, bc hey a job!). They remembered me specifically bc I had missed my bus to the interview, called ahead to let them know I would be late, then walked the whole way there in the rain to get there. (It was only about a mile and a half away, so not a terrible journey, but flooding is an issue in our flat-ass city; I looked like a drenched afghan hound holding a useless umbrella, so enjoy that imagery).

They were particularly impressed by the calling-ahead part.

Unfortunately, both of them ended up moving on to different paths over the year after I left - apparently they had been friends with benefits (? I say hesitantly, since I ran into one of my coworkers at an art show later on and she spilled the beans there - she was a bit flighty in nature though, and got caught up in gossip a LOT, so who knows. Lovely brocade custom projects though), and his ex girlfriend had called corporate on them and got both fired.

I think Farrah came back some time later, but the damage was done after that - the new manager came in and operated SOLELY to corporate policy. A LOT went to pieces in terms of store cleanliness, order, and general camaraderie after that - the new fabric counter folks look and sound dead inside, and barely interact with customers (not even a 'whatcha making' in passing, which is kind of sad - the stories I got helped to pass the time, and kept me from using up all of my Set Conversation Phrases for customers that actually WOULD leave us standing in silence). Corporate also stopped some of the smaller store policies that made our job easier and gave the customers a little something extra (the 'end-of-the-bolt' discount - if, after the customer orders say, 2 yards of fabric on the bolt, and there's say, a half yard "remnant" left on the bolt, we can sell them the remnant for half-price. A LOT of quilters LOVED this, and we did too, since it saved us from filling out the remnant tag and printing a sticker later on).

Just goes to show how important good management is in a business; especially when it can kick a store previously part of the top 50 stores in the NATION (while being a medium store at that - smaller place, NOT Hobby Lobby size like the Large stores) to something much less pleasant. I could be rose-goggling the situation thought - retail is still retail, no matter how nice some aspects are - but it still sticks with me as to how good he experience was even taking into account that it WAS minimum wage retail.

Food for thought, lads, food for thought.

#plush gets personal #joanns #joann fabrics #employment #retail hell #or well #not so much hell for this one #retail... purgatory? yeah that'll work

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dothwrites · 5 years ago

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161--Where did that cat come from?

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The rainstorm starts when Dean pulls into the space outside the bunker’s door. It’ll be a pain in the ass to reverse and pull into the garage, plus he and Sam have a trunk full of groceries, so Dean just curses and puts the Impala into park before he gets out of the car. Water droplets start to pelt against the top of his head and the back of his neck as he loads as many bags on his wrists and arms as humanly possible.

From there, it’s a quick trip down the bunker stairs. Sam follows behind, with a more modest amount of bags swinging from his hands. Dean walks quickly, cognizant of his struggling circulation, not to mention the unpleasant wind of a single bead of water down his spine. Their steps echo down the bunker stairs, which would alert Cas to their presence, even if the “Cas, we’re home!” didn’t.

“Shut up,” Dean automatically says when he hears Sam’s poorly repressed snigger.

“Needy much?” Sam does a faulty reproduction of Dean’s voice, making sure to give him a falsetto. “Cas, we’re home!” He continues to snicker as they make their way to the kitchen. “You’re about one step away from Lucy.”

“Ok, first of all, it was Ricky Ricardo who said those lines and secondly--shut up.” Ok, so not the best comeback. Blame the rain and his screaming wrists and arms. Dean flushes and turns away from Sam as he lifts the groceries onto the counter with a quiet grunt.

“Nice job, He-Man. Maybe next time you could try multiple trips?”

“Go out? More than once? For groceries? Sam, it’s like you don’t even know me.” Dean starts unpacking the bags, pausing when he reaches a certain jar. “Cas! We’re in the kitchen!”

On the opposite side of the kitchen, Sam starts to hum something that sounds like needy baby needy baby. Dean debates throwing a can of green beans at the back of his shaggy moose head. He settles for lobbing a poisonous glare at Sam’s head and not letting up until his brother turns around.

“Hey, he dipped out on grocery shopping. The least he could do is come and help put the stuff away.” Plus Dean bought a jar of the good stuff for Cas, organic, comb in honey. It cost him an arm and a leg, but it’ll be worth it once he sees the pleased, shy smile spread across Cas’ face, which he can’t see until his boyfriend makes his way to the kitchen.

Sam must catch sight of the honey because he lets out a very unflattering snort. Dean defensively scoops the honey out of sight. “It’s good for the environment,” he defends, despite the fact that he’s never recycled a day in his life.

“Sure.” Sam really shouldn’t sound so smug, Mr. I Drink Kale Smoothies and Poop Compost. “Look, all I’m saying is that if my boyfriend had me that whipped, then I would at least own it.”

“Your boyfriend would run away from your ugly face,” Dean snidely digs. Far from dissolving into a snotty mess, Sam just makes a very rude gesture involving use of a singular finger, and turns around to continue stocking the freezer with pizza rolls.

The first sign of trouble is a singular sneeze. Dean shakes it off--it was raining outside, pollen is in the air, and the bunker that they live in was made by a bunch of old, dead guys, so there’s bound to be some dust.

The second, third, and fourth sneezes come as more of a puzzle.

Sam, ever the solicitous brother, raises an eyebrow. “You dying or what?” he asks.

“Or what,” Dean wheezes, though his eyes are watery and itchy. A rattle starts in his throat as another sneeze rocks through his body. This is not normal. In fact, he only gets like this when...

Cas walks into the kitchen, wearing jeans and one of Dean’s hoodies that’s just a bit too big for him in the arms (though it stretches delightfully across his chest and shoulders). As soon as he crosses the threshold of the kitchen, as if on command, Dean sneezes.

Through watery eyes, Dean squints at the suspicious bulge in the front of the hoodie pocket. Castiel casually shifts to the side to hide it, but it’s too late. Dean just saw something move. Cas might be happy to see him, but he’s nowhere near that happy.

“Whatcha got there Cas?” He tries to make it clear from his tone that his question is not a polite request.

It’s not every day that Dean gets to see a former angel of the Lord acting shifty, but that’s exactly what he gets to see as Cas tries to sidle his way out of the kitchen. “Cas,” Dean barks. Cas shuffles his feet as he plasters a very unconvincing look of innocence on his face. “What’s in your pocket?”

His facade of hardass suffers from the sneeze that rockets through his body, but it’s enough. Cas walks into the kitchen. Sam, intrigued by the drama, draws closer, but Dean’s eyes are focused on Cas’ hand as it dips into the hoodie pocket.

Castiel withdraws his hand, holding his burden out for inspection. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Sam’s mouth drop open in a paroxysm of delight (fucking softie). For his part, Dean greets the reveal with three consecutive sneezes, each one more violent than the last.

“Cas,” Dean finally says, sniffling around his words, “where did that cat come from?”

The cat in question can’t be much more than a kitten. It sits easily in Cas’ large hand. Luminous green eyes blink up slowly at him through a haze of black fur. As Dean watches, the kitten opens its mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth and a pink tongue. A soft mew fills the space.

Dean answers it with a sniffle.

“I was out in the garden earlier today,” Cas begins. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look guilty as he pulls the kitten in close to his chest. Dean winces (that’s a hell of a lot of dander and fur that’s winding up on an article of clothing that still technically belongs to him) before he outright flinches as the kitten digs its claws into the fabric. Say goodbye to that particular hoodie.

“It was just starting to rain and I found her.” Cas looks at him, all huge blue eyes and plaintive voice. “She was cold and shivering. I don’t think that she’d eaten for several days.”

Great. Just great. Dean can already see where this is going and exactly what parts they’re all going to fall into. Cas, the crusader for justice and kindness, Sam, the well-intentioned supporter, and Dean, the cruel hand of logic.

“Well, feed her, and then after the rain finishes we can take her to the shelter.”

Next to him, Sam gasps. Cas’ mouth turns down in a stubborn frown.

“Dean, the shelter is a kill shelter.” Sam’s voice sounds as scandalized as though Dean had suggested that they carpet bomb the whole town.

“It’s a kitten. It’s cute. It’ll get adopted in like three seconds. I mean, it’s already got the two of you wrapped around its little dagger claws.”

There’s something embarrassing about the soppy eyes that both Sam and Cas shoot towards the kitten. No angel should look that sickly sweet.

“Dean, cats are fairly low maintenance,” Cas begins, which is exactly where Dean thought this talk was headed.

“I have allergies!” Dean protests, to be met with unsympathetic looks from both his brother and his boyfriend. Traitors. “Plus, who’s going to take care of it when we go on hunts? We going to pay the neighbors to come over into our super secret bunker filled with satanic stuff?”

Cas’ mouth flattens. “There are several establishments in town which cater to the boarding of pets.” Great. He’s already done research. “Also, many stores offer over the counter products designed to alleviate the symptoms of allergies.”

Between Sam’s puppy eyes and Cas’ jutting lower lip, Dean feels his defenses wavering. “You’d better keep it away from my room. And if it starts pissing on the floors or tearing up the furniture, it’s out of here. And you’re,” he points to both Sam and Cas, “going to pay for my allergy meds. And you’re going to feed it and pay for all its stuff.” He’s never felt more like a dad than in that moment, lecturing his brother and boyfriend on the proper care of the cat. “This is your pet; I’m not going to take care of it!”

Cas nods earnestly before he walks across the kitchen and kisses the bolt of his jaw, right in the sweet spot that always turns Dean weak in the knees. Bastard knows exactly how to play him. Dean turns his head to kiss Cas properly, ignoring Sam’s gagging noises in the background. Cas hums into the kiss, his teeth ghosting over Dean’s lower lip in a hint of a tease.

Dean’s just ready to make it a proper kiss, Sam be damned, when he’s stabbed. Yelping in pain, he jumps backward, glaring at the tiny, cockblocking, ball of fluff still held in Cas’ hands. The kitten retracts the minuscule knives attached to its paws as it blinks innocently up at him.

“Oh, I think you must have squashed her,” Cas says, rubbing a finger underneath the kitten’s chin.

For its part, the kitten yawns at Dean before falling asleep.

“Yeah,” Dean mutters, massaging at his wound (seriously, he’s bleeding and Sam is just laughing at him like an asshole). “Yeah, this is going to turn out swell.

(It comes to no one’s surprise, least of all Dean’s, when he goes to bed and finds not only Castiel, but the kitten curled up on his mattress. I said she’s not allowed on the bed, Dean tries, but the protest is weak at best, especially when Cas has decided to play dirty and is lying bare-chested with the sheet artfully draped over his waist.

Well, I could take her back to my room, Cas murmurs, scooping up the kitten, and Dean’s going hellishly soft in his old age because he just says Over my dead body, before crawling over the mattress to where Cas waits. The kitten finds her way to the floor.

In the morning, Dean wakes up with his nose running and his eyes gummy, due to the fucking cat who has decided to sleep less than a foot away from his face. The heated kiss that Cas gives him when he wakes up only partially helps to stop his bitching.)

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #domestic fic #fluff #cas with a cat #grumpy dean #super unhelpful sam #dothwrites

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cozywritings · 5 years ago

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Stitches: ch3 Painkiller

It’s been 5 days since the fashion dinner. 5 days since you first kissed Shawn. And 5 days since you’ve seen him. It’s not like he was avoiding you, though, he’d sent you a text that next morning telling you that he had to go help some friends, who lived off campus, with moving in to their apartment.

It was completely understandable, but you wanted more of his intoxicating kisses, and more of Shawn in general. Something about him made you feel giddy, but extremely comfortable like you’d known him forever, but there was still excitment. Maybe it was the way he looked when you first meet him and he had that warm smile and soft hoodie, or the way he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping on top of you that night. Maybe it was the way he accepted the dinner invite and made you feel like the only girl in the room. You had to stop yourself there before you got too distracted, you needed to focus on pre-reading. That was, until your phone went off.

McDreamy: Hey, there’s a pizza night in the student center tonight since classes start tomorrow. Be my date?

You sent a quick “Of course”, going back to pre-reading on your Intro to Business chapters. You knew that class was going to kick your ass, you qeren’t good with numbers, but it was a requirement for you degree, so there wasn’t really a choice when it came to the class.

Luckily, Kyle has been letting you use his notes, so you’ve got a good idea of what Dr. Ledger was expecting. “It’s a lot of power points and outside reading. And he talks really fast, so you might wanna record the lectures.” Kyle warned you when he dropped off the notebook. “But as long as you do well on the exams you’ll be fine.” You remembered his words, reminding yourself that you could do this.

About three hours later, you had successfully copied the first 4 chapters of notes and done your reading. That’s when there was a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Mike, one of the other pre-med students you met that first night. “Hey.” He greeted, rubbing his arm nervously. “I was wondering if you’d seen Shawn lately. I was going to ask if he could help me with getting ready for my biology class, but I can’t seem to find him. You two seemed really close so I figured you’d know where to find him.” Mike was a first year, and he was extremely nervous about his intro classes.

“He’s been helping some friends off campus move into their apartment the past few days, but I can text him and see if he can help you. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help.” You saw him relax, glad to know that he would be getting help.

To: McDreamy: Mike is here looking for you, he’s hoping you’d help him prepare for Bio. He seems pretty nervous.

McDreamy: Tell him that I’ll be back in an hour, but I’ve got a date tonight 😏 so I can’t help him for a long time.

You looked back up to see Mike shuffling his feet outside your door “He said if you could wait about an hour he can help for a while. But we have a date tonight.” Your cheeks heating up at the last part.

“Oh. I didn’t know you two were together.” He smiled at you, he was a good kid. You’d only talked to him briefly at the movie night, but he was really nervous about his classes. His parents are both sergeons, so he wants to make them proud.

“It’s not an official thing. We just went on one date, he was my date to the fashion department dinner a few days ago.” You smiled, playing with your fingers.

“But you like him a lot. I can tell. You two would make a hot couple.” His last statement threw you off and him too. “I- I just mean you’re both really attractive people and…. I’m gonna stop talking now. I’ll come back in about an hour to meet with Shawn then, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then he was gone.

At around 5:00, Shawn was knocking on your door. “Can I come in?” He asked, through the door. You shouted a “yeah.” And listened as he entered. You were sitting at your desk, finalizing your notes for sociology. “Everything go good with Mike?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. Just first year jitters. You ready to go honey?” Your eyes shot up at the pet name, but you didn’t say anything. It sounded too nice to make him take it back.

As you stood up, you brushed out your jeans, that were covered in eraser shavings. “I like the shirt.” He said, pointing to the Elvis Presley shirt that your dad gave you as a going away gift. It was a little too big, but when you tucked it in or knotted it to the side, it was super cute.

“Oh, thanks. I live in an Elvis household.” You laughed, pulling your hair back into a low ponytail. Shawn held out this hand for you and you took it, grabbing your keys and making your way to the student center.

Arriving at the pizza party, to realised how much people really liked to interact here. There were so many students in the student building that the stairs were filled. It was a party school, efter all, you just weren’t ready for something this big on campus.

“Shawn!” Someone yelled, walking up and giving him a hug. “Hey man, thanks again for all the help this week. We couldn’t have done it without you.” You assumed that was Brian, or the roommate.

He just smiled, “It was no problem, besides. You did feed me for the week.” The two boys laughed until the one turned to look at you

“And you must be the reason he left us so early. I’m Brian, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand and confirming your suspitions. He seemed nice, as you shook his hand and took the beaded necklace he handed to you.

“Brian. This is my new hallway neighbor and…” he leaned into his ear and whispered something you couldn’t hear.

You watched Brian laugh and looked over at you with a wink. “I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked, confused and a little cocky.

“Oh nothing.” Shawn reassured you with a hand on your lower back, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“He called you his future girlfriend!” Brown yelled, earning a slap to the back of his head. “Aw come on Shawn. Don’t be a wuss.” you laughed, catching another set of beads that was tossed off the top of the staircase.

The rest of the evening was fun. You met a ton of people, played in a bean bag toss and won against an engineering student named Jordan, and had more fun than you’d ever thought. Back home, you usuallu stayed home and didn’t really get out much. Howerver, tonight Shawn was right there with you, cheering you on, introducing you to his friends, and apparently making sure that no one tried to steal you from him.

“Shawn,sweetie I’m really tired and I have a 9:00 am class in the morning. I think I’m gonna head back to the dorm.” You told him, noticing it was nearing midnight.

He nodded, tossing an empty water bottle into the recycling can. “Do you want me to walk with you? It’s dark out and you’re way too cute to be walking alone.” You blushed and felt someone come up behind you, and you turned to see Emily and Mike.

“Actually, we were headed back too. She can walk with us.” She said, placing a hand on your arm. She smiled at you, offering you a solo cup that had some gummy bears in it from the snack table.

You looked up to Shawn, who now seemed a lot more comfortable that you wouldn’t be alone. “Okay honey. I had fun.” He said, staring at your lips, begging for a kiss. So you nodded, leaning up on your tiptoes for a quick kiss. “Keep her safe.” He laughed at the other two dorm mates, who both had shocked looks on their faces. They obviously we’re prepared for that.

“You didn’t tell me you two were a thing!!” Emily yelled when you were far enough from the building that no one would hear her outburst. You laughed, shushing her.

“Yes I did! After the dinner. Either way, it’s very new. At the dinner we ended up kissing and he was so good looking and nice and sweet” You stated, filling in Mike on what you’d already told Emily a few days prior “ And he’s so not what I’m used to and-” you let out a sigh at the thought of Shawn.

That’s when both of them looked at you “Well, what are you used to?” Mike asked, his voice extremely cautious. You looked down at your feet, not sure how to phrase the next story that you were going to tell. Mentally you kicked yourslef for saying something, you didn’t want to bring this up, thiswas your chance to start over.

“My last ex. Actually all of them, even though there’s only been three. They were all pretty shitty, with sexual stuff. I’ll tell you guys more later, I’m not really comfortable talking about it. Anyways, it just really messed me up, and I’ve even been in therapy for it. Mainly it’s my most recent ex that caused it.” They looked at you, Emily almost tearing up. “I don’t want to get into details but I-“

Mike placed a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to. But from what I can tell about Shawn. He wouldn’t do that to you.” You looked up, about to thank him, when your heart dropped. Across from the courtyard from you, was the devil himself. He was leaned against the technology building, laughing at something someone had said, a cigarette to his lips. “Mike. Em. Keep walking. Just, please let’s go. I want to get back to the dorm.” The shake in your voice prompted them to walk faster, Emily holding your hand tightly while Mike looked around for what could’ve set you off.

When you got to your door, you started crying. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t my place to ask. I’m sure that was a lot for you to bring up” Mike babbled, rubbing your back while Emily got your door open and helped you inside and onto your bed.

Through choked sobs and your attempted breathing exercises, you got out a “not your fault.” The room was spinning at you tried to regain control of your breathing and heart rate. “Mike. She’s having a panic attack. I want you to go get some water and call Shawn, okay?” Emily barked, grabbing your hand and looking at you. “Hey there, listen to me. You’re okay. Have you had these before?” You nodded. “Do you have any pills for them?” You shook your head. “Not anymore.” you gasped, wishing you’d refilled your perscription before you left home.

Mike barreled through the door with a water bottle. “Shawn’s on his way. Is she okay? What can I do? This is all my fault.” You reached out, grabbing Mike’s hand and shaking your head. “She said it’s not your fault Mikey. She’s had them before, but she’s out of her meds. This isn’t your fault.” He seemed to relax after that.

He looked at you apologetically, you could see he felt bad, but you still weren’t able to speak to tell him this wasn’t your fault. “I’m gonna go see if Shawn is here.” He said, looking down at his phone.

After he’d left, Emily turned to you. “Without causing an after shock. Can you tell me what happened?” You took a very shaky deep breath, your body finally calming down enough to speak.

“It wasn’t Mikey’s fault. I looked over and my ex was actually there. The one I was talking about earlier? I didn’t know he was attending this school too. It was just a shock, like a sucker punch to the gut.” She nodded, pressing a kiss to your hand before walking out to let you decompress on silence.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, your body drained of all energy, the door opened again and you noticed a head of curls walking towards you. “Hey. Are you okay? I knew I should’ve walked you back.” His hands were resting on either side of your body like a shield while you laid on your bed. He looked at you before placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing gently with his thumb.

“I’m okay now. I- I saw my ex and it wasn’t pretty. I’ll tell you about it later. For when we are a little more established” Your eyes drooping in exhaustion.

“Mike and Em already told me what they knew. I promise I’ll keep you safe baby. Nothing is going to happen to you okay? Not as long as I’m around. Can I get you something? Do you need more water or I could start a shower for you.” You shook your head, placing your hand on his cheek.

He instantly stopped talking and looked at you, waiting for you to tell him what you needed. “Look at you, all protective and shit. It’s cute.” You smiled and he kissed the side of your palm. “But no I don’t need anything. Just want to get some sleep and start fresh tomorrow.”

He smiled, tilting his head slightly to kiss the entirety of your palm again. “Remember that I’m just across the hall, okay? Do you want me to stay a few more minutes to check on you? I want to make sure you’ve calmed down enough to fully rest.” You really just wanted to sleep, but the look on his face was begging you to let him stay. Maybe it was the doctor in him, or maybe he was just this passionate.

“I’d really like that. You can turn on the tv if you’d like. I have a fire stick, pick whatever you want. I just want to decompress.” He laughed softly, turning it on and clicking on some cooking show.

“How about you put on something more comfy and I go talk to the nurses outside. They are really worried and Want to make sure you’re okay before they go to bed” You let out a breathy laugh, getting up and walking towards your dresser.

“Tell them thank you, for me.” He nodded, walking over to place a kiss to your head.

Whispering softly he said, “Put on a sports bra, I’ve got a gift for you.” He smiled before walking out to talk to Mike and Emily who were no doubt a mess in the hallway.

Now dressed in your Calvin Klein sports bra and shorts, you were comfy in bed. Shawn walked in with a navy blue shirt in his hand and gave it to you. “I noticed you like to bury your face in my nack, and I know that calming scents help the body stay at ease. So I thought you’d like this.” You smiled, slipping the shirt over your head and snuggling into the sheets.

Shawn was now laying next to you, keeping a hand on yours to help keep you calm. It gave you a sense of safety, knowing that he was so gentle. “Thank you for making sure I was okay. I know you were having fun at the party.” He just kissed your head.

“It was time to come home, it was late. And don’t thank me, it’s my job. As a caretaker and hopefully a boyfriend.” You looked up at him, a tired smile on your face.

“Definitely as both.” You stated, nuzzling into his chest. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

He hummed happily, “Want me to stay tonight?” Too tired to answer you nodded, clinging to his body like he was a life support. “Then you’ve gotta let me get changed sweetheart.” You reluctantly pulled away, allowing him to get up and go to his own dorm room to change. But you couldn’t help the look he gave you before he shut the door. You could’ve swore you saw pure love him his eyes, and you’d only known him a week.

He returned five minutes later in some plaid pants and a wife beater. But the thing you couldn’t get past, was the fact that his pants were tucked into his socks. “Shawn?” He looked at you, nestling into bed with you, his head resting on your shoulder. “What the fuck is going on with your pants.”

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yankyo · 5 years ago

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Promised Fic

That fic I still don't have a real name for where you peg Beej yay

Warnings : mention of pet play, denial, beej begging, soft domming fun with the bby

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You loved Halloween movies, every year the tradition was to gather up bags upon bags of candy, make a happy little fort in your living room and just binge the classics until there was just nothing more to watch - and every year more and more spooky movies joined that list. This year, however, instead of adding another movie, you added a companion. Curled up in your lap, happily purring as you ran your fingers through his hair was your beloved demon: Beetlejuice. The past new nights, he had talked through the grisly slashers, giggled through the psychological horrors, and had gorged himself on all of your candy - not a surprise, Beetlejuice simply adored being a little shit and irritating you. What was surprising was the movies he shut up to watch: The Addams Family. Of course, you weren't complaining, they were great, feel good comedies, but not even a giggle was a little strange. You found yourself watching him more than the movie, watching the way he stared at Morticia everytime she was onscreen - honestly, you agreed. Morticia was a babe, and the actress did a phenomenal job, in fact she was part of your bi awakening as a kid - along with Debbie, of course. But every so often, Beej would glance over at you with this thoughtful expression that told you he was mulling something over - which could be anything ranging from, goth gf, or tiddy noice or isn't it interesting how the Addams are treated like they're dumb but they really know that people are trying to take advantage of them and are more amused than anything by the attempt. Beetlejuice was an enigma that way.

But as long as he wasn't saying anything, you weren't pressing, he would speak up in due time. So you simply focused on stroking his hair, there was one spot if you scratched just right, he would go completely limp and purr all the louder - he refused to admit that he purred, something about 'I'm a demon, not a house cat, babes!' but he also wasn't about to admit how he nuzzled into your lap and sent you that expectant look whenever you didn't immediately begin petting him either. As much as anyone could see just how needy your little bug was, his pride was verbal but he still flopped in your lap without even the moments hesitation for more cuddles. Looking down at the happy demon, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss his cheek if just to see his cheeks flush green with happiness. Too cute.

"That's the look of a woman who's gonna be breaking out the strap later." He spoke up, lifting his head slightly to send you a grin as he pointed to the screen. With a soft smile of your own, you tilted your head in mock confusion.

"There's a specific look?" You asked, only for him to practically shoot up with an overenthusiastic

"Yes!!" He fumbled for the remote to pause the movie at just the right moment. "See? The little smirk, the way she looks at him as if to say 'imma fuck your brains out', the way he looks back at her like a dude who just had his brains liquidated out of his skull. That's a dude getting his bussy fucked up." You snorted at the explanation, but he was still going. "You give me the same look before you dom." The blush was back and stronger than ever, the slight pink in his hair telling you just how excited he was really getting.

"So, basically, she reminds you of me?" Flattering, really, and the way Beetlejuice peeked over at you with that look of neediness had you shuffling forwards to take his cheeks in hand. "Is that why you've been quiet all movie? How long have you been thinking about that?" He squirmed in place, refusing to meet your eyes for the moment.

"Since when she was clipping roses." You laughed,

"So since the beginning? Oh, Bj, you know... you shouldn't be torturing yourself like this." You pressed him down into the couch with a hand as you straddled him, "that's my job." Your voice had dropped into a husky purr, a poor imitation of Morticia, but Beetlejuice whimpered all the same.

When Beetlejuice subbed, he was either extremely bratty, or, like today, he was like limp and willing under your touch - eager to please. Either was cute, but his obedience was absolutely endearing. Especially when he was trying to hold back from bucking up into you as you slowly ground your hips into his. Cupping his cheeks, you kissed him until you both were breathless before you pulled back just enough to whisper a single word, 'bedroom'. Before you could even blink, the room snapped away and the two of you fell onto your bed - and your comfortable sweatpants and tank top had been swapped out for a form fitting black bodysuit, the pattern not unlike a spider's web. "Bug? What's this?" You sat back with your hands on your hips - the words almost scolding if not for the amused twist to your lips.

"It looks good on ya, doesn't it?" Not completely obedient then. You sat back on the bed, giving him a look that made him fidget in place before you stood to make your way to the toy box at the far end of the room. "B-babes?" The nervousness in his tone making you automatically give him a reassuring look - bad dom bitch persona aside, you didn't want to make him too anxious. At least, not in a bad way. Once he had relaxed again, his tense expression smoothing out, you snapped your fingers and pointed to the floor.

"Where do bad boys belong?" You asked, your voice stern, he almost fell flat on his face in his eagerness to kneel next to your bed - if you gave permission you knew he would already be at your leg - but you didn't want your puppy just yet. "Now stay." He went ramrod straight and still - if not for the fact that his tongue had lolled out of his mouth as you bent over to rummage through the toy box. You were fairly certain there was new things added, but that wasn't all that strange, you didn't know where he was getting them, but Beetlejuice was constantly bringing home various sex toys that either interested him or just made him giggle. He had used to just show up with them and toss them your way, but after accidentally beaning Delia in the head with a dildo that looked like it belonged to freaking Sauron, you had told him he was to keep such things in the bedroom - and then made him fuck himself on said dildo until he came all over himself. Good times. Of course, Beej loved the bigger toys, the ones that were textured and thick and filling, and being quite the size queen yourself you were more willing to oblige. And watching him come undone on such a dildo was always so entertaining, but not the way his eyes just lit up whenever he saw you pull out the harness was just so much more fun.

"Which one do you think I should use?" You asked, pulling out two different straps - one was small, thin, pink in color and the other was green with black stripes, long, thick and was textured. You didn't really need to ask, you knew which he would pick and weren't all that shocked when he shyly spoke up,

"The green one."

"What's the magic word, baby?"

"Please?" Oh that word was just so pretty on his lips, but you remained silent. It took but a few seconds for Beetlejuice to realize his mistake and hastily correct himself, "please, miss." Better.

"I don't know," you sighed, giving a slight shake of your head, "you've been pretty bad lately, talking during my movies, eating all my snacks and not even cleaning up after yourself. Do you really deserve this?" You asked just to hear that whiny little sound he made whenever you denied him what he wanted.

"I'll be good, miss! I swear! I'll clean up and everything." He was crawling forwards tentatively until he was at your feet. "Please, I want..." he looked wrecked without you even having to lift a finger, his cheeks flushed, his pants strained, his breath coming out sharp and fast. When you reached down to pet his hair he let out a shaky moan and pressed into the contact.

"I think you can ask better than that, Bug, what do you want?" He hesitated and your gentle touch turned hard, your soft fingers digging into his hair to yank his head back and force him to look up at you. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want." Despite the rough touch, your voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, yet he hung ok each word.

"I want you to fuck me, Miss." He practically moaned the words, you had no doubt he would cum untouched if you were to pull his hair any harder. "Wreck me, use me, I'm yours." You leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Then why are you still dressed, baby?" The urgency in which Beetlejuice ripped off his clothing was amusing, to say the least. He was more than capable of just snapping his fingers and rid himself of his clothing, but he was so focused on you that the idea probably didn't even cross his mind. Within moments, his already tattered clothing lay in shreds and your eager demon sat squirming before you. "Good boy," you praised, kneeling to give him the attention he deserved, as well as to show him the cock ring you had pulled from the chest. The sight made him shudder and gulp, but he leaned back and set his hands at his sides all the same. He always came far too quickly when you fucked him, so the cock ring was something of a necessity if you really wanted to have some fun with him. And there was no better sight than when he had been denied one too many times and was begging you in tears to please please just let him cum.

He let out a shaky sigh as you stroked his cock, once, twice, one more time just to see the precum beading at the head. His eyes trained on you as you slowly slid the ring over his cock to press it firmly down to its base - he hissed at the pressure, his thighs already shaking. One more reach into the chest and you pulled out a long silk rope, soft gray in color. Automatically, he held his wrists up for you to tie, letting out an excited exhale as you pulled the rope tight against his skin and used it to lead him back towards the bed. As your thighs hit mattress, you took a seat, your demon crawling between your legs to lay his head reverently on your thigh. For a moment, you regarded him quietly, as if trying to figure out just exactly what you wanted to do with him before you raised your leg and placed it on his shoulder. You knew he didn't have to be close to you to smell your arousal, but he took in a deep breath all the same, his pupils narrowing into slits at the smell of you. It didn't take long for him to start to squirm, drool already dripping from his chin as he tried just so hard to hold himself back. Control had always been something of a problem for him, but he had come quite a long way from where he was. Now, even as he twitched and gave you those longing puppy dog eyes, he waited until you gave a slight nod of your head to lunge forwards and nuzzle against your clothed core. His teeth grazed your inner thigh gently, soft nips quickly followed by his tongue as he tried nosing aside the fabric blocking him from you. After a moment, you took pity on him and peeled away the tight fabric yourself and no sooner was your pussy revealed to him did he rush forwards to taste you.

Beetlejuice always said that eating you out was his favorite pastime, and really, actions spoke louder than words with just how much enthusiasm he put into the task. At first, the wet sounds of him slurping up every single trace of your arousal his tongue could reach had been embarrassing - but after so many months of dating and the many, many, times he had his head between your legs, the embarrassment was long gone and your immediate reaction was to lace a hand in his hair and rock up into his eager mouth. His tongue slithered it's way inside of you, full and quickly swelling up as his teeth ever so gently scraped your clit, your thighs trembling as his tongue wriggled against your g-spot insistently. Sometimes, Beetlejuice was something of a tease, pushing you closer and closer before pulling away mere milliseconds before you could actually cum. This, unfortunately, was one of those times as the smug little bastard yanked back to grin at you, his face all slick with your arousal. Unamused, you scowled back at him, making trembling limbs pick yourself back up to stalk over to the forgotten harness.

"Up on the bed." Of course he followed that order without playing around, crawling up onto his hands and knees, raising his cute little butt up in the air for you. You took your sweet time in stepping into the harness and attaching the strap, pausing for a moment to pick up a bottle of lubes before you meandered your way back over to the bed and your waiting boyfriend. You ran a hand up his back, pressing forwards to maneuver him into just the right position for you before you noticed something. "Babycakes, when did you put this in?" You pressed on the plug currently stretching your boyfriend out and he mumbled into the pillow. You didn't even have to look up at him to know that he was blushing - or to know that it had probably been there since the moment he started thinking of you taking charge for the night. Impatient as he was, he never did want to waste much time in prepping when you could be plowing him instead. Which was ironic seeing as he would, could, and has spent hours eating you out and fingering you. But, of course, after being denied yourself, you weren't about to just give him what he wanted! Oh no! There was a lesson to be learned here!

His whine echoed through the room as you slowly tugged on the plug before pressing back into him, his cock bouncing as you fucked him with the plug.

"Babe, please!" He cried out, even as he automatically pressed back as you nudged the plug forwards. Of course, you knew it just wasn't enough.

"I have to make sure you're ready, sweetie! I don't want to risk hurting you, right?" Pain really never was a worry with Beetlejuice, sure, certain things could hurt him, but he always healed far too quickly for it to even matter. But proper etiquette called for prep and who were you to ignore etiquette. In, out, in, out, in, in, swift pull out, Beetlejuice's whimpers and pleas fell on deaf ears you played with him, the sounds growing sharper as you reached underneath him to slowly stroke his cock. It didn't take long for him to be absolutely shaking, his cries getting desperate as you just barely missed his prostate with each push inwards. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" You asked, your voice soft and sweet. "Is it not enough? I mean, you chose it! Surely you must like this plug, right?"

"No! Want you! Please!" He was almost sobbing now as he pushed back in vain. You took pity on him this time and actually pulled the plug out of him this time to set aside.

"Its ok baby, I've got you." You crooned as you rubbed his tense back. "I won't tease you anymore." With one hand you grabbed onto his hip while with the other you grabbed the base of the strap-on and once you had applied an adequate amount of lube, you began pressing into him. His babbled words of thanks were sharp and high pitched, your hand on his hip possibly the only thing stopping him from just shoving back to sheathe the whole thing. Soon enough, your hips lay flush to his, your body curved over his so you could take the end of the rope to tie his hand to the headboard. "How we feeling babe? Green?" You asked, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his back.

"Beyond green, fluorescent green, neon, fuck me already, -" before he could say more, you pulled out slowly before swiftly slamming back into him, making him choke on whatever words he still had left. After that, there was simply no mercy given, you kept a hand on his hip while reaching up to lace a hand in his hair to yank his head back so you could sink your teeth into his neck. There were days you felt bad for your neighbors, after all, Beej and you weren't the quietest of lovers and they surely heard everything - this was not one of those days. No, you were way too invested in the indulgent, appreciative moans you were pulling from your boyfriend as you fucked him.

"Look at you, drooling already." You purred, pressing your fingers into his open mouth, "so wrecked already and I've barely even started." You breezed your wet fingers down his chest til you just barely brushed the tips of your fingers along the length of his cock. The headboard creaked as Beetlejuice pulled on the ropes, already begging for you to touch him more, please, please, please, touch him! And really, how could you deny him? Wrapping your hand around his dick, you jacked him off in time with your slamming hips and his cries only grew louder.

"I wanna cum! Please, fuck, let me cum!" You toyed with the cock ring, twisting it this way and that before you let out a soft tsk and kissed his cheek.

"Not yet baby, patience." Not like this, at least! You pulled back, ignoring his sharp whines as you pulled out to guide him onto his back for you. "Relax, baby," with him laying down, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wet with unshed tears, his hands bound above his head - you just needed to take a picture! So, you hopped up off of the bed to swipe up your phone and took a few quick shots of your boyfriend. There was just one thing missing in this shot... and the whimpers your boyfriend was letting out while sending you abandoned puppy eyes did tug at the heartstrings. Alright, you had teased him long enough - not really, but you couldn't help but be weak to him.

As you settled on the bed, he pulled you in closer with his legs, and you just had to lean in and kiss your squirmy demon before you took your strap in hand once more to guide it back into him. This time, you didn't tease, you didn't hold back, with sharp strokes as deep into him as you could manage, you pulled the cock ring off of him and began stroking his cock. The cry he let out echoed throughout the apartment, his back arching up so high you would've wondered if he was going to pull something if he weren't already - you know, dead. As worked up as he had been all night, the stimulation proved too much for him to last and soon enough he was moaning garbled praise and pleas once more. "Its ok, Bug, you can cum."

"Thank you! Fuck! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" His moans grew higher and higher until he cut off with a choked gasp and came. Hard. The slightly fluorescent cum reached up to his chin and yet cum still dribbled past your fingers and onto his stomach as you worked him through the orgasm, praising him all the while. Now, you took another picture of him, cum splattered on his chest, his eyes dazed, his expression damn near ascended. Perfect. While he was still coming down, you untied his hands and stroked his hair,

"How we feeling, Bug?"

"Like you fucked the life back into me." You both giggled softly as he reached up to kiss you. "Give me five minutes and I'll return the favor..." he grinned, his thumb stroking softly across your cheek. "Cara mia." You snorted softly, but placed your hand on top of his and sent him a warm smile in return.

"Don't be gentle, mon cher."

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woodelf68 · 5 years ago

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Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out

My long-promised homage to @worryinglyinnocent‘s Playtime ‘verse, because she managed to write fifty installments without doing hippies, and I had to rectify that. Also my contribution to @rumbelleishope. Rated E.

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The large cardboard box bearing items from the estate sale was like a time capsule from the late 1960s. Gold sorts through the items, fond memories of his early childhood stirred by such things as the beaded curtain and concert posters and the heavy stack of albums, their cardboard covers worn along the edges but still bright with the distinctive graphics of the era. The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Country Joe and the Fish, Iron Butterfly. Donovan, too, Glasgow-born like himself. He can hear them in his head, like a soundtrack to the Summer of Love, and he wonders if Belle will like any of them. He’s fairly certain that she’ll like the clothes, and holds up a loose, flowing smock with wide sleeves and delicate flowers embroidered around the neckline and hem. It’s a pretty thing, and he can easily see Belle wearing it, hopes that she’ll want to.

Methodically he sorts through the contents of the box, dividing everything into three piles. One to be priced and sold – the two posters were what had drawn him to bid on this lot in the first place, and he knows that he can sell them for a pretty penny – one of things he thinks Belle might be interested in, and one of a few items of clothing that he looks at doubtfully, unsure if he wants them to fit or not. But he thinks of Belle in the short dress, thinks of surprising her with a scenario they haven’t played out yet, knows he won’t regret any temporary feelings of silliness at wearing what are, after all, fairly normal clothes compared to some of the things he’s put on for her. Making up his mind, he goes into the shop’s small bathroom and locks the door.

Several minutes later he’s studying his reflection, and surprisingly not feeling too ridiculous. although he would die of embarrassment if anyone other than Belle were to see him wearing a suede leather vest adorned with long fringes. But the undyed linen shirt with the open neck and band collar is soft and comfortable, and if it’s a little too big, it’s not overly so, and he can roll up the sleeves. Same with the trousers, he’s sure that the flare-legged rust denim was originally meant to fit a bit more tightly than they do on his frame, but although he knows that Belle would no doubt appreciate that, he’s gotten used to more freedom of movement. With a belt and the cuffs turned up if he doesn’t want them to drag on the ground, the jeans fit well enough. The clothes remind him of his childhood, those years after he had been taken in by his aunts, where he had learned the feeling of security, and being wanted, and what it was like to be praised and encouraged instead of constantly belittled. Whether it’s the warm memories associated with the era, or simply the fact that he knows his ten year old self would have loved to have had a fringed leather vest, he’s satisfied with his image. Now all he has to do is suggest a scene. He thinks about it as he changes back into his suit and tucks the vintage garments into a bag. The shop is small, and would be easily decorated, but far too public for more than a quickie. The large Victorian house filled with fine antiques is not right at all. That leaves the cabin, he decides.

Saturday morning, he drops Belle off at the library and hands her a box tied with string that he’d stashed in the back seat of the Cadillac. “Don’t open it until lunchtime,” he says, knowing the pleasure of an anticipated surprise. “I won’t be in the shop today; I’ve got some other business to take care of.”

“All right; see you later.” Belle watches him drive off, mystified by the package in her hands. By the time lunchtime rolls around, she’s more than ready to tear off the box lid and find out what’s in it. A piece of paper sits on top of some tissue paper-covered contents, with the heading “Playtime?” She forces herself to read the rest before folding back the tissue paper and seeing what awaits her. “It’s 1968. Fibre artist and co-founder of Storybrooke’s new “Enchanted Forest” commune “Rumpelstiltskin” Gold has agreed to an interview with the hip young reporter from the local newspaper. Please confirm interview at 6 pm Saturday.” Intrigued, she folds back the tissue paper and nearly squeals with delight, instantly picking up the beaded, white leather headband that lays on top of the other items and tying it around her head. She gets out her compact mirror to admire how it looks for a moment before texting Rum back.

“Interview confirmed. Looking forward to it.”

He must have been waiting for her reply; his return message is swift. “Dove will have the car there for you at five; I’ll see you later.”

Dove arrives with the keys to the Cadillac before she closes the library at five, and as soon as she locks the front door, she retires to the restroom to change into her outfit. It’s a beautiful day, warm and sunny, and she drives out to the cabin as instructed, deciding what she’s going to say when she gets there. Parking, she starts to head for the door of the cabin when she hears music coming from around the side of it and alters her course. Gold is there, sitting on top of the picnic table, his spindle hanging down and twirling as he spins a smooth yarn from the basket of wool roving in the basket beside him. He is dressed – well, he is dressed to match her, obviously, and it suits him. It suits him incredibly well. He looks softer, younger, his dark hair set off by the off-white linen shirt, feathering out over the band collar, the open neckline displaying the line of this throat and a string of love beads, mostly black with a few white and sky blue ones mixed in at regular intervals. The rust-coloured denim of his jeans sits low on his hips and flares out below the knees and the fringed vest…she’d like to see him move with it on, see the fringes flare out. She kind of wants to borrow it herself, and thinks about what it would feel like to wear it with nothing on underneath. Preferably while she was riding him in bed, rocking back and forth, the open edges of the leather rubbing back and forth against her bare skin… She swallows hard, and pushes that image back to take out and play with again later. Gold looks both snuggly, and sexy, and she wants nothing more than to go over to him and slide her fingers into his hair to hold him still while she kisses him breathless, but she has a part to play first.

”Mr. Gold?” she asks, approaching. “I’m Belle French, with the Storybrooke Mirror. You agreed to an interview.” She holds out her hand and he lets go of the dangling yarn forming between his fingers to reach out and shake it.

“Call me Rum, please.” He goes back to smoothing the spinning fiber into a smooth, even yarn, and Belle can’t help but watch his hands.

“That’s a nickname, right?” She takes out a pen and notebook from her purse, ostensibly jotting it down. “For Rumpelstiltskin, because of the spinning.”

“It is. I quite like it.”

“How did you get into spinning?”

“My aunts taught me. We had a wee croft, a few sheep, chickens, that sort of thing. Turned out that I was quite good at it. I like the rhythm of it, and there’s a lot of satisfaction in taking a bit of dirty, rough wool and combing it clean and spinning it into a strong, even twist of yarn that can be made into things.”

“Do you use the yarn yourself? Make it into things?”

“Aye, we do a fair bit of that here, at the commune. Granny’s our champion knitter, ponchos and scarves and mittens, they always sell really well at the Miner’s Day Festival. And my son and his girlfriend like to make dreamcatchers with the wool; they’re another popular item. And of course we make things for ourselves as well.”

“So is that part of your goal here? To be as self-sufficient as possible?” Belle drops her bag on the grass and sits down beside it, cross-legged, resting her notebook on her thigh and glancing back up after scribbling a few things down in it. It’s a lazy sort of day, and for once she isn’t in a hurry to rush to the sex, instead interested in the unusually detailed background story he’s made up about himself, and hinted at in the letter he’d written. She wouldn’t mind being a journalist if she wasn’t a librarian, she thinks, and wonders if the Mirror might be interested in her starting a weekly column about books.

“Aye, I suppose. It’s cheaper to make your own bread than to buy it, for example, and better for you. You’ll have to talk to Anton, our crops expert, if you want to know more about that side of thing. He’ll talk your ear off about beans if you show even the slightest bit of interest.”

Belle grins, thinking of the gentle giant who ran the local health food store, and knowing it was actually true. “You mentioned your son; tell me about him.”

Gold smiles fondly. “He’s an artist. Does portraits when he can get a commission, freelance political cartoons, sign painting, anything really.”

Neal is indeed a good artist, she knows, even if he has chosen the steady paycheck that came with a job at the hardware store over any artistic dreams, preferring to keep it a hobby. “You sound very proud of him .”

“I am.”

“What about those other people you mentioned? His girlfriend, and Granny. Do they live here, too?”

“Aye, Emma and her parents are fairly new here. Her mother’s our respectable member of society – she’s a teacher at the school – and her father can do just about everything around here. Good with the animals, construction work, anything that needs doing. And I can’t even be jealous of him because he’s so nice, too.”

Belle laughs; it really is a good summation of David.

“And Granny, well, she’s been here since the beginning.”

Belle makes a note, and looks back up to watch the whirling spindle, his fingers never still as he forms the yarn between his fingers. “Tell me about the beginning. What made you decide to start a commune?”

“Well, we didn’t, not really, certainly not at first. When my son was young – “ he hesitates, and then continues. “His mother left us, and there I was, needing to go to work and having a wee boy to take care of at the same time. We didn’t have any family, or friends. But I knew the woman in the flat across from ours had taken in her granddaughter recently and was raising her on her own – there’d been some scandal with the mother, from what Milah had gathered. But the lass looked hearty enough, so I figured that the woman knew how to take care of a bairn and I was desperate. I went knocking on her door, thinking she might be willing to look after Neal for what little money I could offer her, since it would be in the convenience of her own home. And he was a sweet, well-behaved boy, no trouble at all.”

Belle looks up at him uncertainly, knowing that he was talking about his own real life here; at least as far as Neal’s mother leaving them went, and wonders about it. He normally never talks about that period of his life, maybe this was one way he could do so? She isn’t sure about the Granny part; they don’t seem to have that sort of relationship. She stops herself from asking if Granny had really watched Neal, though, not wanting to break character yet. Rum has gone through a lot of trouble putting together a backstory for this particular scenario, and she doesn’t want to break the mood. She realises that she knows even less about Granny’s past, or Ruby’s parents, and makes a note on her pad to ask later. She squints against the sun, positioned behind his head and outlining the locks of hair falling forward into his face, and tries to think what would be the next question that a journalist would ask.

“Were you working as a spinner then?”

“Lord, no, an accountant. It’s only been in the last few years that people have begun appreciating handcrafted items again, enough to pay a little more for them than mass-produced factory goods. It was when the last of my aunts died that I took it up again. They’d left me their cottage, and everything in it, including their wheels and a good stash of both raw wool and spun yarn. I would have moved back to Scotland and lived there, but Neal had his friends and his life here, and wanted to stay, so I sold the place and brought as many of their things home with us as possible, things that I remembered from my childhood, even though I had to place most of it in storage. But I made Neal a scarf for Christmas from the yarn, and his friend Emma then asked if I could make her a hat, and paid for it with her allowance money, and then Granny’s Ruby wanted one, and pretty soon the boutique in town contacted me about selling some of my stuff there. I took a leap of faith and quit my job, but if I was going to spend all day at home spinning and weaving, then I wasn’t going to do it in my tiny apartment. This cabin was for sale, needed a lot of fixing up, but Neal was old enough to help by then and enlisted a bunch of his friends from woodshop at school as well. We had it fixed up and livable in quite a short amount of time, and well, that was the start of things.”

Belle mentally sorts out the facts from fabrication. His aunts had been real, she knows, but the cabin has never been more than a weekend getaway place. She is saved having to think of another question by the music in the background coming to a stop and Gold putting aside his spindle and going over to the record player to flip over the disc. A new song begins playing, with what she thinks is a bass line, a deep, thumping riff that gets under her skin and makes her want to move. She stands up, leaving her notepad and pen lying on her bag in the grass, and goes to meet Gold. “I like this song,” she says, beginning to sway in place as he turns back around to face her.

“Do you?”

“Mm-hm.” She takes his hands, trying to get him to dance with her. “In-a-gadda-da-vida, honey, don’t you know that I love you,” she sings, and nearly laughs at the way his eyebrows go up in surprise, biting back the remark that Storybrooke does have an oldies radio station, and it’s kind of hard to forget a song that seems to go on forever. “In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby, don’t you know that I’ll always be true?” She lifts his arms up, spinning beneath him, and smiling; he helps twirl her, her lightweight skirt flaring out around her.

“Oh, won’t you come with me,” she sings, and her mind completely derails in a sexual direction. “Won’t you take my hand?” With a filthy smirk on her face she tugs at his hands, backing away, and he follows, entranced, helpless to do otherwise. “Oh, won’t you come with me and walk this land? Please, take my hand.” She stops as they reach the picnic table, putting her hands on his shoulders, swaying to the music, forcing him to move as well, his feet staying planted but hips and shoulders moving to the beat.

“That’s it,” she encourages, and he smiles, drawing her close with his hands on her hips, pulling her flush against his body. She loops her arms around his neck, playing with his hair, her gaze drawn to the open collar of his shirt. “You look good,” she says.

“Do I?’ He tilts his head, grazes his lips against hers.

“Mm-hm. You should wear light colours more often.” She dips her head, pressing a kiss against his collarbone, mouthing against the warm skin.

“Have we moved into the second portion of the programming?” he asks, amused, leaning in to run his tongue around her earlobe.

“New questions. Like, do you believe in free love?” She runs her hand up his back, feeling each bump in his spine through the soft shirt, and then back down again, slipping up underneath the sun-warmed fabric.

“Oh, most definitely,” he assures her, his breath ghosting over hers as the music throbs in the background, a primal beat that makes him want to move against her, inside her. He debates the practicalities of just lifting her up onto the top of the picnic table and taking her right there.

“And is there a reason for that picnic blanket that you spread out so thoughtfully in the shade of the tree over there?”

“There are twigs and bugs in the grass,” he says, and Belle snorts. “And I thought, if any visitors should wish to recline in comfort…”

“Well, then,” she says, and takes his hand, leading him behind her towards the blanket. She sinks down upon it and he sits down beside her, facing her, and she can’t think of anything else to say, because all she wants to do is touch him. She slides her hand beneath his hair at the nape of his neck and draws him closer and he tilts his head and then they’re kissing languorously, need slowly building between them. Belle slips her hands up under the hem of his shirt, then back out again, tugging at the hem. “Off,” she instructs.

Gold breaks away from the path he’d been nuzzling along her neck to grin at her. “Run out of questions, have you?”

“The only thing I want to know is what you’re going to look like spread out naked before me,” she says, her voice gone a bit husky.

Gold sheds his vest first and then reaches back and yanks his shirt off over his head, his eyes darkening. The light breeze rustling the leaves above them feels good on his heated skin as he shakes his hair out of his eyes, reaching out to splay his hands over Belle’s ribs before she can touch him herself, very much aware that she isn’t wearing a bra and grazing his thumbs over her nipples. Her breathing quickens and her head falls back as he rubs them, back and forth and back and forth, feeling them tighten and swell until she moans and reaches down to grab the hem of her own shirt. Gold obligingly drops his arms so that she can pull it off and cast it aside, the motion lifting her breasts and stretching out her taut belly. She kicks off her sandals and Gold takes the opportunity to remove his own low cut boots and socks, shifting more comfortably now onto his knees, and drawing Belle forward to straddle one of his thighs before kissing her again, more urgently than before.

Belle begins moving, riding his hard thigh, rubbing herself against him. His belt buckle digs into her stomach, and she reaches down, tugging it open and free impatiently, and then going for the snap and zipper of his jeans, wanting only warm skin against her, feeling Gold slide his hands up under her skirt, his palms smoothing along her legs. She slips her hand inside his jeans, palms his growing hardness, and Gold makes a desperate sort of noise, pressing up against her and then pulling back, scrambling to his feet to shove down his jeans and underwear together, while Belle makes quick work of removing the rest of her clothes and tossing them to the side, where she spots his discarded vest and, with a small smile, pulls it on over her bare chest. It feels as good as she had imagined, the suede soft but with just enough of a roughness to its texture to make her very aware of it as it shifts over her breasts, the edges grazing her nipples. Gazing up at Gold, she thinks it’s a good angle, his cock already half hard and lifting away from his body, and she thinks about rising back onto her knees and taking him into her mouth, but as she shifts onto her knees and curls a hand around his ankle, he braces his hands on her shoulders and lowers himself back down to the blanket, stretching out above her, one hand supporting her lower back, and she lets him ease her down, enjoying the weight of his hips pressing her down against the ground. They kiss, long and slow, and then he begins working his way down her body, touching and tasting, fingers and lips and tongue as her head falls back and her body arches into him.

She buries her fingers in his hair and gazes up into the branches of the tree as he suckles at her breasts. Something glints there, catches the sun and magnifies it. She closes her eyes briefly against it, becomes more aware of the pulse of the music in the background, the pulse of her blood in her veins. She opens her eyes again as his mouth leaves her and he moves further down, leaving her nipples wet and swollen and aching. She looks down at her body as she lifts her hands to cup her own breasts, to tug and pinch at the nipples and sees small rainbows dancing over her chest, her skin dappled in light and shade from the sun filtering through the leaves. She looks up in puzzlement, and then smiles in delight and reaches up as if she could reach the crystals she spots hanging from the branches of the tree, their prisms catching the light and breaking it up into the bands of colour that paint her skin and increase the dreamlike quality of the moment. She knows at once where they’re from, thinking of the box in the shop’s back room full of dismantled chandelier parts, but the knowledge doesn’t lessen their magic. She traces one along her skin, then takes one of the vest’s long fringes and shifts it back and forth over her nipple, sucking in a breath as it catches briefly before rolling over. Gold runs a hand along her thigh and she lets her legs fall apart and half closes her eyes as his fingers slip inside her, drawing out her moisture and using it to draw slow circles over her clit.

He watches her rolling the fringe back and forth over her nipple, the flesh visibly puckering around the hardening nub, and his own cock hardens in response. He longs to take her into his mouth, but cannot look away.

“You would fit right in at Woodstock,” he says huskily. “Imagine us there, listening to the music, and I’m standing right behind you, and we’re swaying to the music. You’re wearing nothing but your skirt and that vest, and it’s open, and I’m cupping your breasts in my hands, and playing with your nipples.“

Belle’s hips jerk, as the image goes straight to her core.

Gold dips his fingers into her again, and feels the effect his words are having on her. There’s plenty of slick now, for his thumb to glide easily over her flesh, that light, grazing touch that causes her clit to swell and harden in response. His voice drops in pitch, his Scottish accent strengthening without him being quite aware of it. “There’s people all around us, but it doesn't matter, no one does more than glance our way.” He searches his memory for images from the documentary of the famous concert. “It’d been pouring rain earlier, and your shirt had gone drenched and transparent in minutes. Other people were stripping off their wet things, and you’d boldly done the same; there’s no shame here, no constraints. Bodies are natural, they’re beautiful, there’s no need to hide them. There’s people with body paint, offering their services. Perhaps we’ll ask one to decorate your breasts; would you like that?”

Belle can’t keep from squirming, her eyes wide as they rake over his smooth, lightly tanned chest and lower, his cock blatantly erect for her.

“If we could paint you, too. What about you? Is your shirt off?”

“Oh aye, my chest is bare against your back, and my jeans are clinging to me like a second skin, and my cock is straining against the zipper; anyone who looks at me would know how much I want you. I want to take you away from the crowd and find a place to lay you out on the ground and rut into you like a wild beast, but I need you to come first, come on my hands, come for everyone to see – “ He slid his free hand up her chest, pushing the suede leather of the vest aside, completely baring her front, and cupped her breast in his warm hand, his hips shifting and pressing down against her pubis as he leans over her, thumb being replaced by middle finger, changing the angle, rubbing relentlessly. “Come on, sweetheart,” he urges, kneading her breast, his touch rougher here where she prefers lighter down below.

The music pulses in time with her blood and Gold’s hair falls forward to hang in his face. He blocks out the sun, he is haloed by it, sun and shade and the scent of grass and incense and she is here and she is there at the same time and his cock is heavy and stiff against her thigh and the hard knot of pleasure bursts within her and she comes with all her muscles clenching tight and her fingers digging into his skin where she’d reached for him. His finger stills against her, knowing not to move again until she relaxes, the tension sagging out of her body, and she feels good but it’s not enough, there’s an aching emptiness inside her that needs to be filled. She sits up abruptly, tumbling him onto his back, and straddles his hips, taking hold of his cock and stroking it firmly.

“We’ve gone away from the crowd now,” she tells him. “Found a place by the lake, behind some bushes. They offer us some privacy, but we can hear people nearby, going down to the lake, to bathe, to swim. Someone could easily come upon us, if they came in just the right direction.” She rubs her thumb over his slit, coaxing out a bead of moisture, and he lets out a nearly inaudible whine. “I don’t care, though. I want you, and I don’t want to wait. Are you willing to risk it? Willing to risk someone seeing me riding you into the ground?”

“Hell, yes.” He can’t wait, either. “Let them see. Let them see a beautiful woman like you wants someone like me.”

“You say “someone like me” as if I’m not dripping wet for you, as if I don’t want to have you buried inside me more than anything in the world,” she says, and rises up, positioning him at her entrance so he can feel the truth of her words. “You have to be quiet,” she warns, mischievously, and sinks down.

Gold swallows down the noise that wants to escape his throat as she engulfs him. “I don’t know if I can promise that.” He splays his hands out on her waist, just under the edge of the vest, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Hanging open as it is, the vest only half covers them, baring a lovely wide strip of pale flesh right down the center of her body, adorned only by the love beads she still wore around her neck. As she shifts above him, the edges of the vest fall back, just revealing her nipples, and his cock throbs in response. He bucks up, everything feeling tight, and hot, and urgent. “That vest is a good look on you; we should keep it.”

Belle grins. “I’m glad you think so; I quite like it myself.” She leans forward over him, resting her weight on her hands, and begins to ride him, deliberately shifting continuously in a way that keeps the edges of the vest moving and rubbing against her breasts, her nipples staying hard and sensitive from the teasing friction. She undulates; rising and falling and pleasuring herself on his shaft, the long fringes falling forward as she lowers herself above his body.

Gold arches up as the leather fringes trail over his belly and swing forward to drag over his nipples, driving himself deeper inside her as he seeks more of the teasing sensation. He cups his hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between forefinger and thumb, and Belle moans. He grins. “I thought we had to be quiet.”

"I never said I would be." She lifts herself up until just the head of his shaft remains within her, glancing down to see the hard column of his flesh joining their bodies. She tightens her muscles around him, squeezing as hard as she can.

Gold's whole body jerks as he cries out, his balls tightening and drawing up. He drags her back down upon him and rolls them over, pulling back out just enough to slam forward into her, rocking her backwards. He thrusts into her again, all control gone, feeling his climax rapidly approaching.

"That's it." Belle braces herself with drawn up knees and urges him on. "Come on, Rum, give it to me." He is all lean, wiry muscle, and dark hair falling forward and shielding his eyes from her view. She arches up into his next thrust, digging her fingers into his lean buttocks and feeling him long and thick and solid inside her. "That's it, so good, come on, come for me."

He snaps his hips forward, driving deep again and again until his body seizes with pleasure and he stills, braced on his forearms with his hips sealed against hers while the hot flood of his release spills inside her. After a few seconds his muscles unclench and he lowers himself to lay atop her, panting and letting his eyes fall shut as he savours the fading rush of ecstasy, his cock twitching a few times in aftershock as he softens inside her. He feels her fingers run through his hair and turns his face into her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and the smell of crushed grass beneath the blanket, the air moving lightly over his sweaty back. A bird chatters above them, and he realises that the record had stopped playing at some point, unnoticed. He takes in a deep breath and rolls off to the side, blinking up at leaf-dappled sunlight and rainbows dancing in the air. He turns his head to the side and the corner of his mouth quirks up as Belle does the same and meets his eyes. She looks as debauched as he feels.

"So, Rumpelstiltskin," she says, reaching out to twine her fingers with his. She feels thoroughly well-used and it is about all she has the energy for at the moment. "Do you have any final words for the readers of our paper?"

Gold's smile widens into a grin. "Yeah. Turn on," He draws their joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to her knuckles. "Tune in, and drop out." He lifts his free hand and flashes her a peace sign, feeling utterly sated and stupidly happy. He thinks of the box from the estate sale.

Best buy ever.

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle is hope #worryinglyinnocent #ficwoodelf #turn on tune in drop out #AHAHAHA I FINALLY FINISHED IT #THE SMUT HAS BEEN FIGHTING ME FOR TWO YEARS #BUT I WAS DETERMINED TO GET THIS DAMNED THING OUT OF MY DRAFTS #i'll put it up on ao3 in the morning #i want to give the smutty half a better edit when my eyes aren't so burning and blurry #also i'm never writing anything in present tense ever again #but i wanted to match the style of the others #every read through i kept finding spots where i'd slipped back into past tense and had to change all the verbs #ugh

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shouldn't ❁ theo raeken

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warnings / language, NSFW, 18+ content [PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION], smut, oral [male/female receiving], masturbation [male/female], dirty talk, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it! this is for fictional purposes only], multiple orgasms [for both parties, even tho it's a bit unrealistic], name kink. word count / 4.7k

a/n / no real plot line, just smut.

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⠀ ⠀ IN THE CORNER of her bedroom beneath the glow of a dim, standing lamp, Y/N was comfortably curled up in the dip of her bean bag chair, a worn paperback book cracked open in her hands, her fingertips pattering against the cover. A faint, repetitive tapping on her bedroom window coaxed her mind from her cheesy romance novel and her heart thudded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness inside of her chest. She closed the book quickly, letting it fall from her fingers and onto the floor as she rushed to her feet so she could scurry over to her window.

She knew who she would find waiting for her.

Y/N quietly drew her curtains to the side, revealing a smug Theo Raeken crouching outside of her room. Theo caught her gaze and a small smirk played on his fleshy lips. She simply rolled her eyes, knowing that it was because he could hear the way her heart raced for him, and she flipped the latches on her window.

"You gonna make me wait out here forever, baby girl?" He inquired lowly as his eyes scanned her appearance from top to bottom, tilting his head innocently as he looked at her through the glass. She glanced down at her attire, realizing the only thing she wore was a t-shirt he'd forgotten after one of their previous midnight meetings.

Y/N smiled softly, ignoring the way her blood rushed against her cheeks, and shook her head at him, lifting the window up as fast as she could without making too much noise. "I thought I told you not to come over tonight," she whispered, but she wasn't at all surprised that he'd shown up anyways. She moved to the side, inviting her boyfriend into the warmth of her room with a simple wave of her hand.

Theo chuckled lightly, pulling himself through her window and closing it gently behind himself. He kicked off his shoes and nudged them against her wall. He shed his jacket as well, letting it fall to the floor without a second glance. "You did, beautiful," he admitted, stepping towards her tantalizingly. "But I couldn't stay away. Not when you're all I've been thinking about the entire fucking day." His voice had grown gravelly and Y/N's breath hitched In her throat as a delightful shiver spread throughout her body at his tone.

His arms snaked affectionately around her waist, drawing her closer into the warmth of his muscular body while his lust-filled eyes stared unrelentingly into her own. "Theo," she almost whimpered, her eyes searching his for something she wasn't quite sure of. Theo touched his warm forehead against her own, trying to tilt his head down in an attempt to capture her mouth with his.

But before he could, Y/N's hands pressed against his solid chest, keeping him at bay for the time being. "Theo," she repeated firmer that time, successfully grabbing his attention. "You shouldn't be here. I mean, you really shouldn't be here," she murmured, toying with the fabric of his jacket as she spoke. "My dad's at the station still, but Stiles is right across the hall and if he finds out you're here, we're both dead," she elaborated, knowing her brother wasn't one to be underestimated. He would go full bat-wielding maniac on them and swing the thing around like he was in the major league.

Theo only sighed to indicate his boredom, trailing one of his dense hands upwards along the side of her body so slow that it almost hurt. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as he did, focusing on the trail of fire his hand left behind. Theo traced the curve of her abdomen, barely grazing her breast with his thumb as he slid his hand over her shoulder and up the side of her neck. He slotted his fingers into her hair, leaning in close so that his cheek touched her own. She was nearly trembling at his touch. "Y/N, babygirl," he rasped, his full lips brushing against her ear and pricking goosebumps onto her skin. She slid her hands up from his chest hesitantly, bringing them up to caress his jaw softly. "I want you and I know you want me, too, so don't think about Stiles right now. Think about us. Think about me," he advised wantonly. "Think about my hands roaming over that beautiful body, massaging you in all of the places that count, appreciating every inch of you. Think about my lips smashing against yours, sliding down your torso, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses as I go. Baby, think about my tongue," he paused, nipping at her earlobe seductively, and he could feel her knees shaking against him.

He could smell the arousal that radiated off of her in waves of heat and he shifted as his jeans seemed to tighten around his length. "Think about how it'll feel when I dip it inside of you, getting a taste of that sweet, sweet—"

And that was the exact moment when Y/N gave in to her temptations. Just from listening to him talk about the small things he would do to please her, she was already oozing with desire for him. "Fuck, Theo," she whined desperately and cupped his cheeks with her hands, tugging his face downwards so she could connect her lips to his in a passionate, almost bruising kiss. Theo responded in an instant, his heart hammering in his chest as he massaged her lips with his with force equivalent to hers, his hands gripping her sides roughly, and he backed her towards the wall.

As Y/N's back pressed against the hard surface, an involuntary yelp left her lips, reverberating against his. She could feel him chuckling against her mouth, pulling back only slightly so he could see her face. "I've barely touched you and you're already getting vocal," he teased, before diving back into the heated kiss.

She quivered as he slid his fingertips down her thighs, hooking his thick hands behind her knees and hoisting her legs around his waist, pushing himself closer to her body. "Shit," she moaned out quietly, gripping the hem of her shirt and wriggling out of it.

"God dammit, Y/N," Theo growled as she tossed her shirt to the side, his hungry eyes drifting to her bare chest. He took in the sight of her round breasts, biting his lip as he caught sight of her hardened nipples. "You didn't tell me you weren't wearing a bra," he muttered raggedly, his mouth attacking the side of her neck with an open-mouthed kiss.

She tilted her head to the side, relishing in the way his opulent lips felt against her searing skin. She could feel the suction from his mouth, blossoming tingles and lovebites as he moved. She knew she'd have to hide them when the morning came, but she wasn't worried about it in the moment; his lips felt too good against her for her to stop him. Theo moved his hands down her back, stopping to squeeze her ass in his palms, fingertips digging into her fleshy attribute. Y/N hummed at the feeling, lifting her hands up so that she could thread her fingers into her boyfriend's hair, tugging at it softly as he continued to suck and nibble his way down her neck.

He took his time, pulling the skin gently between his teeth and taking the time to mark his territory, leaving a line of hickeys down to the gap between her breasts. One of his hands slid from her ass to the center of her back, his fingers splaying over her skin as her spine arched against the wall. He slid his lips over to her left breast, puckering his lips around the hardened bead that topped it.

Y/N shivered at the feeling, tugging on his hair as a moan fell from her lips. Another one soon followed as Theo began to suck furiously, flicking his tongue over and around the nub as she squirmed at his touch. "Ah, don't stop," she whimpered, her head tilting back against the wall as her boyfriend continued to suck on her breast.

The hand he'd placed on her back drifted to her other breast, pressing over it and squeezing it roughly against his palm. Her legs tightened around his waist and her body pressed harder into his. "Fuck, Y/N," he growled against her chest, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body and she shuddered again. Her body was a trembling mess as he continued to please her and part of the fact was that she could feel his length, pressing against her throbbing entrance through three layers of fabric.

Her hands fell from his hair, moving down to his shoulders which she clutched with all the strength she could muster. "Theo, stop," she gasped when she had the chance, feeling his hips start to buck against hers as he got impatient. Their groans mingled at the feeling and Theo continued to buck against her slowly, torturing the both of them. "Theo," she hissed, squeezing his shoulders, and he stopped.

"Is something wrong?" He asked and she nodded her head, pressing a heated kiss to his lips and wriggling her body until she stood on the floor in front of him.

"You're still dressed," she teased, watching as he stifled a chuckle. Her hands trailed from his shoulders down his chest and his stomach, fingers cruising over the curves of his muscles until they stopped at the hem of his shirt. She pushed her fingers beneath it, gliding his shirt and her hands tauntingly up the length of his torso before she helped him out of his shirt completely. She tossed it aside and peppered his jawline with sloppy kisses, kissing her way down his neck and chest. She lowered herself to her knees as she did so, only prying her lips away once she got to his belt buckle.

Y/N dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she looked up at Theo, her eyes locked with his. Her fingers fumbled with his belt, slowly unbuckling it as Theo began to get antsy. "Shit, princess, stop teasing me and get on with it," he huffed, gently swatting her hands away so he could do it himself. She smirked up at him as his pants and his boxers dropped to the floor. She pulled them off of his ankles, along with his socks, and took his cock in her hands.

She leaned her head forward, kissing the tip of it teasingly and licking his shaft up and down a couple of times. She pumped it in her hands, sucking on the head briefly when his pre-cum bubbled in the slit. She ran her tongue over the indent and took him in her mouth. She hummed against his cock and she felt him twitching in her grasp. "Fu-ck," he groaned, his strong fingers tangling themselves in her hair and pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

She took him in gladly, ignoring the familiar urge to gag at his size. She bobbed her head against him, swirling her tongue against his length and doing her best to get all the way to his balls every time. While she sucked him off, one of her hands fondled them gently in an attempt to stimulate him as much as she could.

"Look at me, baby girl," Theo grunted, watching her head move and her breasts bounce slightly as she worked her magic. He didn't have to wait more than a few seconds before her eyes flickered up to his, glassy with lust, and even with her mouth around his dick, he could see the quirks of her smirk. "You're so hot, Y/N," he muttered, grabbing tighter handfuls of her hair as he started to gently buck his hips into her mouth. She hummed around his cock, picking up her pace slightly, and she did her best to maintain eye contact with Theo as she did. "Fuck," he hissed as he looked down at her and he slowly stopped the movement of his hips. Instead, he clenched the muscles his ass and his mouth fell open in an o-shape, moaning in a way that made her tingle. "Shit, Y/N, I'm gonna cum," he rushed, he tilted his head up and started bucking his hips again, but before he could reach his breaking point, Y/N pulled her lips off of his cock.

She pulled back slowly, her knees digging into her carpet as she looked up at him, and her lips curled upwards into a grin. Theo rolled his eyes at her with amusement, but he couldn't deny that he was a bit frustrated about not being able to release with her mouth around him. He knew what she wanted, though.

She wanted to watch him finish the job himself.

Theo complied and he wrapped one of his hands around himself after a few moments, stroking his palm up and down his length slowly as he looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and red and it made him buzz when he thought about how they got that way. She could see the darkness of the lust in his eyes and in the way that his lips parted as he stared into her own, hot breaths passing between his teeth as he pumped his hand roughly a few times before falling back to a slow pace. He moaned once and his eyes left hers, moving to trace the curve of her jaw. They trailed along the smooth skin of her neck, down the slopes of her breasts, and they found one of her hands. It was tucked between her legs, her fingers flicking quickly at her bundle of nerves.

God, that did something to him.

"Fuck, Y/N," he hissed, and she smirked up at him, knowing she was the one in control in that moment. "Let me watch you," he muttered, sliding his hand to the end of his cock and running his thumb roughly over the slit.

Y/N nodded her head, happy to give him a show while he put on one for her, and she repositioned herself on the carpet. She spread her legs open painfully slowly, dragging one of her hands gradually up her body to squeeze one of her breasts while the other hand rubbed at her clit. "This is what you do to me," she whispered, moaning softly as she slipped her middle finger into the slickness of her folds and pumped it inside of herself.

As he watched her fingers dip into her essence, he let out a quiet groan, moving his hand along his length a bit faster. He listened to the sounds that spilled out of her lips as she touched herself for him and he picked up the pace even more, building pressure in his core as he did. When he was close enough to his release, he threw his head back, his eyebrows furrowing as his hand worked to relieve the pressure. "Ah," he hissed, eyes screwing shut.

Y/N, knowing he was about to burst, sat up and pulled her fingers out of herself. "On me, Theo," she told him, rising off of her knees slightly so he could have better access, and she moved her hair out of the way. It was almost as soon as she said his name that he tipped over the edge.

Theo's body shuddered as he reached his climax and a loud moan, comparable to a whimper, fell from his mouth. He glanced down at her chest briefly, pumping his hand around himself as sticky, warm spurts of white shot from his cock. "Holy shit," he muttered, stroking himself a few more times for good measure as he finished on her body. She hummed at the heat of the liquid on her chest and she lifted one of her hands to set the tips of her fingers in it. She smeared it over her her breasts and her torso, meeting his eyes as she did, before she licked it off of her hands.

"That was hot, Theo," she admitted and he chuckled dryly, shaking his head down at her. Y/N cocked a small smile and she stood up, taking a few teasing steps towards him and planting a tender kiss on his lips.

He smirked at her and she could feel his hands take her hips softly. "'M glad you liked it, babygirl," he murmured, gently backing her towards her bed. She stepped back as he stepped forward, letting herself be moved until her legs bumped against the back of the mattress. His hands slid off of her hips, moving to support the small of her back, and he dipped her carefully into her covers. Her body burned, raging with fire in the places that he touched so softly, because his usual method was quite rough. Y/N looked up at him curiously and her eyes darted over his features as she waited for his next move. "While I wait until I'm... excited again," he paused, his eyes glimmering darkly, "let's focus on you," he mumbled, before gliding his hands down to the curve of her knees.

She nodded in agreement and he spread her legs apart slowly, hooking his hands beneath her thighs to hold her legs steady beginning to kiss up to her core. Y/N squirmed beneath his touch, receiving nothing more than a few kisses on the inside of her thighs but, between her legs, she was already throbbing for him. "Mm," she hummed as he drew nearer and nearer to her pussy, pressing his lips softly to the crease between her thigh and her labia. "Don't tease," she hissed as he flicked his tongue in the same area.

Theo only chuckled, the breath of his deep amusement blowing against her center and she shivered. He cut to the chase at her request, kissing the center of her folds and her body jolted at the simple gesture. "Damn, you're sensitive tonight," he teased and she was halfway through an eye roll, before he swiped his tongue against her and cut it short. Her eyes shut almost immediately as he came in contact with the most sensitive parts of her, his tongue lapping at the juices seeping out from between her legs.

"Oh, my God," she whispered as his tongue moved over her. Her hands groped at her breasts, squeezing them roughly in the palms of her hands as Theo ate her out, and she moaned. "Oh, fuck." His hands gripped at the skin of her thighs roughly, his fingertips digging into her skin in an almost bruising way. His tongue started to move a little bit faster, flicking over her quickly, and Y/N moved her hands to grab fistfuls of her sheets.

She glanced down at him, watching him taste her, only to find that he was already looking up at her. He smirked to the best of his ability and his tongue started to move with rhythm, with reason. Instead of dipping his tongue inside of her, Theo focused on her clit, spelling his name out messily on her pussy.

The quicker and more precise that Theo became, the more pleasure shot through her body like electricity. Strings of whimpers and curses poured from her mouth and she tangled her fingers in the thick locks of his brown hair. A full-blown yelp released itself from her body when his lips pressed around her and he started to suck on her bundle of nerves. Her back arched at the feeling, her mouth falling open as she stretched upwards. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she panted, her body shuddering as he worked his magic. "Fuck," she moaned, before sucking in a breath. She could feel the pressure in her abdomen building up, like a spring coiling tightly. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—"

Just when she was about to let loose, Theo pulled away and everything inside of her just faded away. Her back dropped against the bed and she looked down at him, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at her smugly. "What the hell, Raeken?" She asked, a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

Theo only shrugged, before giving her thigh a gentle pat and kissing the side of her leg. "Payback," he hummed and he chuckled as he watched her roll her eyes.

"Theo Raeken, I swear if—"

He laughed again, his lips pulling back to reveal those perfectly white teeth of his. "I'm kidding," he cut her off, despite the fact that this was no time for joking. "I'm not that cruel, baby," he muttered huskily, before his lips took to her clit once more. Theo sucked roughly, swirling his tongue around it at the same time, and due to the level of sensitivity she'd been at before he edged her, it didn't take long for her back to arch off of the mattress once more.

Her body shook once roughly, before trembling gently. She bucked her hips upwards, yearning for more, and her hands pushed his head down a little harder against her. She could feel the spring inside of her tightening up again, her orgasm building up. After a few more seconds and a few more moans, Theo helped her reach her high. His name fell from her mouth in a way that resembled a shriek and a slew of curses followed. After she rode out her release, she dropped down onto her mattress once more, her lips parted as she panted breathlessly.

Theo removed his arms from beneath her legs, placing them on either side of her body instead, and he kissed up her stomach slowly. "Are you tired?" He whispered against her skin when his lips passed through the valley of her breasts and pressed against her collarbone. "Or do you want to keep going?" He asked, his mouth climbing softly up the skin of her neck and placing a kiss at the corner of her mouth. Y/N met his eyes, leaning up to kiss him before glancing down. His erection had sprung back up again and when he caught her looking, he pumped his cock in his hand a few times. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to," he assured her and she shook her head.

She reached up and took his face in her hands. "No, I want to," she protested, peppering kisses along his jawline. "I want you, Theo," she mumbled and connected her lips to his once more.

He nodded in understanding and one of his hands wrapped around himself. He lined himself up with her entrance, pushing the tip of his dick lightly against her folds and she exhaled sharply against his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly at her reaction and he slowly pushed himself into her. She let out a small moan as he eased his way inside of her, stretching her out around him. She bit her bottom lip gently to keep from letting out any embarrassing noises as he began to rock into her. Theo grunted quietly at the pressure of her walls around him and he gradually picked up his pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N," he muttered as his body moved in a quick rhythm against hers, one of his hands grabbing at her hip while the other rested against the mattress for stability. She hummed with pleasure as he gained momentum, her arms wrapping around him and holding onto his torso as he started to pound into her. Her breaths grew shallow and labored as waves of bliss rolled through her body and she panted for air as Theo slammed against her.

She screwed her eyes shut, moaning once before clenching her jaw in an attempt to keep quiet, and she threw her head back into her mattress. "Mm, fuck, go faster," she pleaded and he happily complied, bucking his hips into hers with a force that made her want to scream, "Oh, shit," she drew out in a half-whimper, knitting her eyebrows together as she listened to the sound of his skin hitting her own.

The tips of her fingers dug into the skin of his back as her climax began to build in her abdomen. Theo moaned into her ear, nipping playfully at the lobe before leaving sloppy, misplaced kisses along her jawline. He adjusted himself slightly, pounding himself into her roughly, and a wail of pleasure left her lips as the tip of his cock rammed in all the right places. "Jesus fuck, Y/N," he growled and scrunched up his face as he tried to fuck her faster, feeling the same heavenly pressure tying up knots in his center.

"God, Theo," she whimpered out and he groaned at that, digging into her flesh with the hand that rested on her waist.

He screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck, baby, say my name again," he husked and she slid her fingers down his back, her fingertips leaving muted red marks on his skin. "Say it."

"Theo," she repeated in a louder, more solid tone, her voice dripping with seductiveness and his movements faltered. His form became sloppier as he continued, his jaw slackening, and she could tell that he was close, too. "Shit, I'm almost there," she told him and he nodded, keeping his pace just long enough for her world to quiver on its axis, earthquakes rumbling through her body as she hit her release. "Oh, fuck, Theo," she moaned out, her walls clenching around his cock as she came and she could feel his body jerk.

He restrained himself until she rode out her high, until she was flat against her bed again, and then, he pulled out of her. "Goddamn," he hissed, stroking himself a couple of times to put out the fire that had been roaring in his abdomen. Thick, sticky sputters of his semen spurted out from his tip, coating her abdomen in his essence. A patchwork of colorful curse words poured from his lips as he finished his orgasm and when the shockwaves in his body finally died down, he plopped onto the mattress next to Y/N.

With the aftershocks of bliss still pulsing through her body, her lips parted softly and she shook her head in disbelief. "Oh, my God," she whispered, absolutely breathless as she turned her head to face him.

His eyebrows lifted slightly and he nodded in agreement. "That," he paused, glancing over at her, "was amazing." He gave her a breathy scoff and a crooked smile as he turned his body to face hers, slinging an arm across her waist.

"Fucking fantastic," she panted, smiling at him. Y/N scooted closer to him, resting her head on the pillow next to his and resting her palms on his forearm.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, enjoying each other's company and catching their breaths, but Theo took it upon himself to break the silence. "So, here's an awkward question," he brought up, pausing for a second as he pulled his head back slightly so he could gauge her reaction. "Do you think Stiles heard us?" He asked and Y/N laughed softly.

While thinking about her brother wasn't the most ideal post-sex activity, it was still kind of amusing that alerting Stiles had been where Theo's mind wandered. "Don't be silly, Theo," she told him quietly, but she nodded her head all the same. "He definitely heard us."

Theo pretended to wince at that before he shrugged. "Well," he hummed, pressing a kiss to the side of Y/N's head, and she looked over at him. "We've got nothing left to lose, so I might just stay the night," he suggested.

A gentle smile graced her lips and she nodded. "You should," she told him, moving one of her hands to stroke his bicep affectionately. "Plus, we can just deal with the consequences in the morning."

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author's note / not too bad for my first smut, huh? the ending was terrible, but that’s just becausse idk hwo to end things haha. i'm sure there are other areas i can improve on, so i'm open to positive feedbacks and constructive criticism! if any smut writers are reading this, a few tips, critiques, or just your general thoughts would be much appreciated. thank you all for reading. :)

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works-by-thatbritishboy · 5 years ago

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Last One Up

Chapter 1

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The back alleys of New Jersey and New York weren’t really something a kid in his 20s should have been rummaging around. Especially not a young man dressed in a designer suit. Alfred covered his face carefully with his hat as he came across the barely lit barber shop. It should have been closed hours ago, but the light was still on. Gold glittered from under his overcoat, a gift from his father back home.

The bell chimed as the gentleman entered a barber shop. It was empty spare the two gentlemen sat by the counter up front. Alfred’s heart was pounding in his ear drums. He’d never gotten this far. “Not open.” The gruff German growled from behind the cards in his hand. probably a game of blackjack.

“I heard this was where I could get a cut from some blind barber.” Alfred spoke removing his hat to show golden locks and a brilliantly white smile. Teeth too straight to be from any kind of poor family. He flashed the cash he kept in his vest pocket. The younger of the two, a smaller brunette man, perked up. “That kind of thing costs money.” He spoke in a sing song voice that brought a smile to the larger German man.

Alfred threw him a twenty. “Will this get it? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a haircut for more than… what two, maybe three dollars?” He smirked over at him. The smaller man lunged at the cash grinning like a fool. “He’s a good barber, blind and all that.” He smiled brightly batting his lashes at Alfred. “Liebe, let him go.” The German scolded the smaller.

The Italian pouted before tilting his head towards the back. “Third door, on the right. Don’t spill the beans or you’ll never come back here, alive.” His attitude shifted with the change in his tone. Alfred nodded quickly, hurrying off to the door, before he could run his mouth. An old habit of his.

He came across the door, hands shaking as he turned the rusted doorknob. Alfred held his breath as he pushed the door open, heart pounding at what would be waiting behind it. Perhaps a set up. A cop with a pistol. Or worse, a broom closet.

Alfred’s eyes had shut in anticipation and he only realised after the door had opened and all he saw was darkness. He let out a breath and opened them. Stairs. Alfred looked back to the men playing cards. Third door. It was on the right. This had to be it. He ducked down the stairs, watching his head as he went, and as he turned the corner, a set of double doors. It would look like a loading dock. If this wasn’t a barber shop, and also wasn’t underground it would fool anyone. He pushed open a door with his shoulder, they were heavy and for good reason. The swing band’s music flooded the room as a smile lit up Alfred’s face. This was it.

He stepped into the room only to have a young woman waltz right up and greet him. She held a platter of drinks in glimmering crystal glasses. Drinks Alfred had never been able to try. Alcohol. His eyes sparkled like the crystal before him. It filled his body with warmth without even taking a sip. He’d done it. He finally made his way in.

After his father had loaned him money, Alfred promised to head up North to get a law degree. At least law could be used at this time. It was either that or become a politician. Politicians offered nothing but empty promises. No, Alfred had better plans. Plans that involved drinking, one of the minor illegal schemes he had his heart set out for. He’d make a name for himself. That he could promise.

He grabbed a glass of whatever this was, some kind of a martini. Alfred tipped her as she giggled to him. He hung his hat and coat on the hooks by the door. Checking the coat pockets for his valuables before leaving it there. He made his way slowly over to watch the beautiful woman who sung lowly to him from across the room. Her blonde hair was like a halo, but it didn’t match the deep red lipstick she wore, or the words she used to seduce them all. Her black gown clung to her, and the beading glittered as she spoke lowly into the mic. The piano playing behind her as she made eye contact with each of the patrons.

Alfred found her alluring but in the way you’d find a gem among coal. Shocking, but something you’d find in any mine. He smiled and tilted his head at her, before finishing off his drink and heading to the bar. The music picked up in tempo and volume as the fiddler started back up with her. Perfect timing as he approached the bar and took a seat. He took a minute to admire the dark wood beneath his hands. He’d seen bars before, but they were all shut down. Had been for what felt like his whole life.

His ears perked at the bartender down the line from him. He was muttering something. Something in a language that had Alfred’s heart returning to his throat. Russian. Alfred knew it too well, practiced it, lived it. Anything to get in good with who he was looking for. Searching for. The man that could change his life.

He cleared his throat, hoping his voice didn’t fail him. “Я буду водка.” He spoke cleanly. He hoped it was clean at least. The barkeep looked up quickly looking to him in surprise before that melted into confusion. He wasn’t a bad looking gentleman. Bags under his eyes were a little dark, but Alfred imagined this job could be a little on the stressful side. He had shoulder length mousy brown hair, and lovely green eyes, that now stared at him in confusion.

Alfred grinned and the gentleman looked even more confused. The bartender nodded quickly, motioning that he would get Alfred’s drink. A few minutes passed before he set the glass down in front of him. “You are not Russian.” The bartender spoke softly, eyebrows raised in suspicion. Alfred’s heart rate picked up. How did this guy know? Was his Russian that bad?!

He cleared his throat before calmly speaking, though a gentle pink dusted his cheeks. “No, sorry. I heard you speaking to yourself in Russian, and I could always use the practice.” Alfred grinned gently brushing off the other’s comments, and his own panic. The bartender gawked at him, before shrugging. “I speak english just fine, no reason to go around speaking it to strangers.” He muttered, moving to dry off some glasses with the towel on his shoulder.

“I heard a lot of people around these parts speak it… What’s your name?” Alfred spoke rather carefully, like he was walking into dangerous territory. The bar keep slowly looked up squinting in his direction. “That is what happens when you live only a few minutes from the Island isn’t it… and the name is Toris.” He retorted, shrugging off Alfred’s questions. This boy was going to get himself in trouble.

Alfred smiled as the other gave out his name. “I’m Alfred.” He was beaming. “Well actually I’ve been looking for a certain Russian.” He wasn’t looking at Toris as he spoke. The bartender had stopped his motions to stare carefully at the American sitting across from him. He slowly reached under the bar to press a little buzzer on the underside of the wooden ledge. Yeah this kid was definitely going to get shot. “You ever heard of a family by the name of the Braginski’s.”

Toris quickly stopped him. “I would be quiet if I was you. This is not kind of place to be throwing names like that around.” He warned him under his breath. This boy was seriously asking for it. Toris doubted he even knew what trouble he was getting himself in to. Alfred’s eyebrows scrunched together in frustration. “No way. This was where I was told I could find him. Where I could find Багровый.” He wasn't giving up! He came too far to just give up like that. He was already here! Nothing could stop him now.

His stomach dropped rather suddenly at the presence suddenly behind him. He'd gone too far. A hand clamped down on his shoulder and yanked him from his seat. Alfred’s eyes went wide as he came face to face with the German from upstairs. This was it.

Alfred looked back to Toris, who seemed a little apologetic, but didn’t try to defend him. Yeah, Alfred was going to get shot. The german practically guided Alfred through the club like a paper doll. Damn. All that hard work and he was getting kicked out for being too eager. He knew better! He should have watched his mouth more. Too quick, too eager. What did he really think he'd get to meet the Braginski family tonight?!

Except the blond guy wasn’t taking him to the entrances he came from. Alfred's heart stopped cold as he was dragged towards the back. No… this was the opposite direction.

All too suddenly Alfred was being pushed into a darker room. Everyone before them looked up as Alfred stumbled forward. The German man now blocking the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. ‘That was the only exit.’ Was Alfred’s first thought. ‘That’s a mob boss.’ Was his second thought as his eyes landed on the most intimidating man he’d ever seen.

#hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #rusame #aph russia #aph america #alfred f jones #ivan braginski #Last One Up

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backtothestart02 · 5 years ago

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If Only She Knew - 1/? | [WiS]

A/N: Chapter 1 of many. Or a few. lol. I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a while, and it just so happened to fit one of the prompts written up for the ‘Westallen in Summer’ @westallenmeetupffe event. I hope you enjoy.

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Synopsis: HS!AU - Barry, Joe and Iris go camping the year Barry hits puberty.

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Chapter 1 -

Barry stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, the one that now cut off at mid-calf due to his recent growth spurt, and tried very hard not to be depressed. To put it simply, his summer body was not something to be desired.

He couldn’t gain weight if he tried. He was white as chalk, skinny as a string bean, and almost completely devoid of muscle on his thin frame. In recent weeks, he’d tried to take up running but found he hated it. He tried lifting weights after that but felt so embarrassed by amused glances from onlookers when he put the smallest amount of weight on the bars that he abandoned the effort to save his pride. Swimming he was okay at, but it seemed the pool was crowded more often than not. His long limbs had him always bumping into people. The stationary bikes upstairs in the gym had probably proved the most successful in his endeavor to get that long-coveted summer body, but in the end they only strengthened his legs, which made his upper half look more or less disproportionate in comparison.

All things considered, there was no way Iris would be seeing him the way he had started seeing her – and that was even without the summer body.

Iris was his best friend for as far back as he could remember. Maybe since 3rd grade? He’d moved in with her and her dad, Joe, after his mother had been murdered and his father unjustly convicted for the crime. He was angry, though not as much as he had been when he’d first arrived, especially not around Iris. She obviously couldn’t totally relate to his situation, but she understood. She’d lost her mother when she was young too. He felt connected to her, not just in that, but in everything. Which was kind of ironic since the only thing they had in common, besides age and loss of their mothers, was their passion for finding out the truth and fighting to prove it.

Iris said she didn’t know what she wanted to be when she grew up, though Barry knew she was secretly plotting to join the police academy just to mess with her dad. He’d been itching to tell her she should look into journalism, especially given how much she’d enjoyed that elective this past semester, but she wouldn’t talk about her future.

“We’re only in our second year of high school, Barry!” she’d reminded him. “We have our whole lives to figure out what we want to do!”

That seemed a bit reckless, if you asked him, but he dropped it. If she wanted to rebel against her dad’s stringent rules, he’d simply wait until the phase had passed and bring up the topic again once she started her freshman year of college. He knew how much she valued her education.

“Bear, you almost ready?”

Pulled from his thoughts, Barry looked towards the cracked door on the other side of his room. Then he looked at the two bags on his bed that were only half-filled and blew his side bangs out of his face.

“Bear?” Joe repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” He hastily shoved the remainder of what he needed in the bags and just hoped he wasn’t forgetting anything. “Just give me, like, five minutes!”

He was almost out the door when he realized abruptly that the only things he had on were his blue-and-white striped boxers and his too-tall white socks. Turning a bright red at the possibility of running into Iris in the hallway looking like that, he dropped his bags and quickly pulled out the t-shirt and shorts he’d been planning to wear today.

“Baaarryyyy,” he heard from down the hall and hastily shoved his sandals into the bag that was still unzipped and forcefully stuck his oversized feet into his dusty old tennis shoes.

Iris knocked a couple times in a staccato motion, then pushed the door open. She giggled and leaned against the doorway when he turned to face her, still looking panicked.

“You ready, you big goof? Or do I have to tell my dad another extension is in order?” She raised an eyebrow.

“No! No, of course not,” he squeaked, and she covered her mouth to stifle another bout of laughter.

Barry cleared his throat. “I’m ready.”

He took the two steps to his bed to slide the bag straps of his duffels over his shoulder. Then he promptly tripped over the buckle from the strap on the third bag he’d opted not to use, sending his bags and himself flying.

“Oh, my God, Barry!” she cried, but she was giggling when she half-caught him and could do nothing more than make their landing a little smoother.

“I’m sorry, Iris,” he said, his voice muffled against what he suddenly realized was the fabric of her shirt just a few inches below her breasts. His heart started pounding and sweat beaded on his forehead. He could only be grateful that she wasn’t aware of his condition.

“It’s all right, Barry,” she said, playing with his locks for a minute before pushing them off his face. “I’m sure I would’ve tripped too.”

He cleared his throat and slowly sat up. “Right. Yeah.”

“Hey, guys!” Joe called from the bottom of the stairs. “Today? It’s a six-hour drive to Lake Muna!”

“Uh-oh, someone’s mad,” Iris snickered under her breath, but she took Barry’s hand firmly and stood to her feet. “We’re coming, Dad!”

“I’ll be in the car,” he said loudly. “Both your asses better be in there before I buckle my seatbelt.”

“Yeah, okay!” Iris called back and then took one of Barry’s bags as she headed down the hall moments after the front door shut behind Joe.

“Iris, you don’t have to-”

“What do you have in this thing? Bowling balls?”

His face went white. “I can carr-”

“Relax, Bear,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder for a bit, batting her eyelashes as if to flirt, but Barry knew it was innocent. “All my stuff is in the car already, and I know for a fact you don’t own a bowling ball.”

“Right.”

He forced a smile, then followed her down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind him.

Going camping with Joe and Iris every summer was always a fun experience. He was sure he would enjoy it.

It didn’t matter that in the last two weeks he’d woken up to more than one erection or that he’d daydreamed about Iris naked. That had to be totally normal and wasn’t related whatsoever to the fact that he’d been in love with her since he’d learned what the word love meant. He knew sexual urges were inevitable as soon as he hit puberty; for any girl he was attracted to, not just Iris – and yeah, he took longer than most. But he hadn’t known exactly what to expect.

Surely, though, Joe had caught the signs. He was observant like that, being a detective and all. He wouldn’t make him do anything uncomfortable or unusual, especially when it came to Iris.

Right?

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

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ralcemns · 5 years ago

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Errands Day

Word count: 1,223

Rating: G

Summary: A snapshot into a challenging life.

So this is just a little original work of mine. Thought maybe somebody would be interested. Enjoy.

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The sun glinted on glass. It set the room aglow, and Adam stirred from sleep at its touch. Eyes open, he peeled off the covers, brushed his hair, dressed and buttoned, and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

On the fridge, he found a note. Reluctantly, he read it, facing it squarely.

Today was errands day.

A small, faltering exhale leaked from his lungs. He found his keys and wallet on a counter by the door, and he sat to put on his shoes; left, then right; tied, then tied. His wallet he tucked safely in its reserved pants pocket, and his keys he flipped through until surely the one to the house was pressed between his fingers. Carefully, he exited the house, and he locked up using what was indeed, after all, his house key.

He boarded his car with what was indeed his car key. After locking, he sat for a moment. Thenーtentativelyーhe backed out and cruised down the street.

He gripped his steering wheel if it were busy; fortunately, there were not so many other cars, and he arrived safely. The parking lot presented an easy space for his vehicle, and he filled it up before cutting the engine and patting his pocket to ensure that his wallet still filled it. He took his keys, and he tucked them in the other pocket, safe and secure.

He gazed out the window at the store on the other side of the pavement.

A tight, carbonated feeling stretched his veins. His muscles filled as with a gas, uncomfortably, and his skin felt cold and dry.

You will walk across the parking lot, he guided politely, picturing it in his mind. The doors will be automatic, and you will enter, and you will take a shopping cart right there at the front of the store. The shelves will be all lined up after them, and you will acquire your items to bring to the cashier and go home.

A medium, faltering exhale leaked from his lungs. He licked his lips.

You’ve done it before.

Cautiously, Adam exited his car. His feet grounded on the pavement, and he glanced side to side to side, checking for cars. It wasn’t busy. The sun was stale and white in the pale blue sky, and he tread towards the store doors beneath it, hands hovering around his pockets, ensuring that nothing fell out.

In the seconds it took for the doors to sense his movement, his stride was electric, tumulting between stop and go in worry that they wouldn’t open after all. But they opened, and he entered, grabbing a cart there at the front of the store. The rectangular lights were bright on the polished tile floors.

Adam pulled out his wallet to a piece of paper worn on every crease of its folds. It was a list; the scribbled pen faded as it trailed further up, naming items, describing where in the store each were located.

Yes. He lifted his head and confirmed what he remembered. It was the same every timeーbut what if he remembered wrong?

Canned Goods he double-checked on a sign, and he rolled into the aisle. Down the rows and rows he viewed every time he made this trip found he his can of beans, in the same brand he always bought with the same picture. He placed it in his cart and confirmed what his next item was.

Instant mashed potatoes. They weren’t too far from the beans, and he spotted their picture easy. The rest of the trip went much the same, and he arrived at the checkout with his goods, observing each register. None of them were empty, so he was forced to wait in line.

He wrung his hands on the cart. The person in front of him had a lot to buy, and there wasn’t any room to place his things on the conveyor belt. His heart inflated; he knew that the plastic divider would be involved, but this was not something he performed on every trip to the store and knew step-by-step how to do. His mind was empty, and it lurched repeatedly in registering if each new second was one in which he should actーhow he should, he wasn’t sure, and his blood ran thin.

The items of the person in front of him ran out. The cashier looked to Adam, and a thick moment passed of nothing.

“Go ahead and put your things on the belt,” she directed.

The chill of Adam’s skin inflamed, and heat crawled up his neck to his cheeks. Obediently, he emptied his cart, continuing by a method he was familiar with.

The cashier scanned each item, and the familiar beep sounded with every bar code read. Adam prepared his wallet. His fingers traced his debit card, waiting, anticipating how he would hand it over to pay.

“That’s twenty-three fourty-two,” the cashier announced.

Adam presented his card.

The cashier lifted her eyes. “Uh, over here,” she redirected, pointing to a device.

Adam froze. This was new.

Sweat accumulated under his arms and in the folds of his hands. The card grew slick. Wet beads dribbled in the open space between his sides and his shirt, frigid against the fires swelling inside of him while panic surmounted like an overflowing spring.

“Do you have a chip?” the cashier asked.

Motionless shivers lanced Adam’s bones. “What?”

“Insert your card in the slot,” she instructed. She touched her finger to the bottom of the device, and there was a picture.

Adam blinked. He cognized what the picture meant, and he licked the roof of his mouth as he pushed his card inside.

“Other side, honey,” the cashier corrected.

Adam flushed.

“Flip it over.”

Adam flipped his card, gritting his teeth, head dizzy and light and cheeks as red as tomatoes. The screen asked if he wanted cash back. He didn’t know what that was. Unsurely, he pressed no, fingers weak to the button.

“Alright.” The cashier bagged his goods and placed them in the next cart. “Here you go.”

“Mーthanks,” Adam choked, attempting a smile. It was a lopsided grimace, twisting his lips, wrenching his skin. The cashier wished him a good day, but he was too outside of his mind to find words.

A well sprung behind his eyes. It grew, gradually, flowing to the front while he loaded his groceries in the car, blurring his vision when he locked himself up. He sat in the car, in the quiet, and took a deep breath.

A tear slid from his eyelid. He pursed his lips, and they trembled. He swallowed.

You’re alright. It’s alright.

But he felt intensely dreadful. Discomfort rotted his innermost core.

Shakily, he moved himself to exit the parking lot and enter the road. He looked both ways, but someone honked; every hair on his body pricked as he flung to correct himself. The street lights bored into his retinas, but they made no sense. Only barely did he scrape by, crushed by the weight of cars zipping on his either side, reeling his mind again and again to provide meaning to the lines on the pavement. His skeleton shriveled, and his gut was full of bees. It was a two-minute drive home, and tears streamed hotly down either side of his face all the way.

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