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authorhjk1 · 1 month ago

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I know its just wishful thinking but I hope you can release something short for Irene’s special day on March 29.

March 29, 2025

(Irene X Julie X Male Reader) word count: 2550

Julie breaks your kiss and leans back against the wall behind her.

"I want to open my birthday present now"

She bites her lip and pulls you closer by your collar.

Unfortunately for her, her group has some kind of performance on a music show today. Right now the two of you are in some hallway, away from Kiss of life's busy changing room and basically anyone else.

"What makes you think you're getting a present this year?"

You rest your hands on her naked waist.

"Because I've been a good girl."

Julie laughs as she wraps her arms around your neck.

The two of you engage in another passion filled kiss. Your tongue dances with hers. Her lips are pressed against yours. You feel her slowly reaching down for your belt. Without thinking you start to take off her top. Your hands then wander over her tits, squeezing them while Julie moans into your mouth. Her own hands work on your pants.

"I need you right here, baby."

Julie mumbles into the kiss as she lets your pants slide down along your legs. You feel one of her hands stroking your cock as you let go of her lips and attack her exposed neck. A deep appreciative moan leaves her lips, but you know you probably don't have much time for foreplay. Despite being in a distant corner of the building, there could always be someone walking in your direction.

You quickly undo the button on Julie's dark jeans and open the zipper. Instead of taking her pants off her properly, you just pull them down far enough to expose her pussy. Her lack of underwear tells you that the gift she got this morning didn't satisfy her enough.

"Take me."

She whispers, her voice rises a pitch higher in anticipation.

Your hands are on her waist once more and you pull Julie up so her pussy is on the same hight as your cock. She quickly spits into her hand and then gives your cock a few strokes, coating it with a thin layer of her saliva. She's now standing on her tip toes as she looks up at you with big eyes. You look back down at her, your eyes darting to her lips. You find hers when you lean down and as your lips lock with hers, your cock penetrates Julie's pussy.

The two of you moan in union as your bodies melt into each other. Your girlfriend's tight snatch feels warm and wet around your cock as her hand lock behind your neck once more. She pulls you further against her, which makes her tits press against your lower chest. You feel her hard nipples even though your shirt. Her efforts makes your cock sink even deeper into her.

Soon the hallway is filled with moan after moan as you fuck Julie out in the open. There's no room to hide in. No shelf or something to hide behind. Nothing. Just the two of you in the middle of the hallway. Julie pinned against the wall, one of her legs wrapped around you, while you hold her up by her waist.

"I can't get enough of your present."

Julie chuckles, before kissing you again. You continue to fuck her against the wall, while her pussy seems to suck you in.

As time goes on, you forget everything around you. The only things you can feel and see are Julie's pussy around your cock and her big eyes, which are looking up at you. She feels the same with you. Your cock feels amazing inside her pussy and she can't help but admire how you seemingly effortlessly pin her against the wall. She can feel how the pleasure inside her systems starts to grow with every moment and her hands hold onto your shoulders even tighter.

"You feel so good, baby."

It's the only thing Julie can say while you fuck her in the middle of the hallway. You don't plan on stopping, until you completely take away her ability to speak. You want to make her cum. Not just as a birthday gift, but also because you love how she looks while she orgasms.

A disappointed whine leaves her lips when you slow down.

"Turn around."

You growl into her ear, your ability to speak properly slowly starting to fade away as well.

Julie complies and a second later, you fuck your girlfriend from behind. You press her against the wall, which is now in front of her.

"Oh god..."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels her left cheek being pushed against the cold brick wall with every thrust.

Julie bent over slightly on instinct, but you need her flat against the wall. You push into her further and take a step forward.

"Oh, shit..."

Another whine leaves her lips as you fully bottom out inside of her. Her entire body is now pressed up against the wall. Julie feels her nipples slightly rubbing against the rough surface of the painted bricks. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a scream of joy. The fact that the surface isn't just rough, but also cold intensifies her pleasure even further.

"It's too much."

She mewls when she feels your fingers sneaking around her waist on their way towards her clit. Once you find it, you start rub it, making Julie lose her mind. You're stimulating her pussy and her clit, while the feeling of the wall against her nipples drives her crazy.

"Good girl, Julie."

You whisper into her mouth, before kissing her naked shoulder. Your words send her on her way towards her orgasm with no option of turning back. You feel her body slightly heating up as her moans grow in volume. Your thrusts keep pinning her against the wall, while your fingers continue to work on her clit.

"Oh my god."

A deep moan signals your girlfriend's incoming orgasm. You feel her slightly backing her ass up into you, trying to get you even deeper inside of her.

"I-I'm..."

Her ability to speak abandons her, before Julie can complete her sentence. A moment later, you feel her pussy contracting around your cock. It makes your own head spin, but you do your best to hold on. Julie seems to lose control over her body as another moan leaves her wide open mouth. You come to a hold as she reaches her high, wanting to have her really enjoy her orgasm. Still inside of her, you feel her pussy trying to make you cum as well as her juices continue to coat your shaft. A small trickle escaped her stuffed pussy and is now running down her thigh.

"Oh wow."

She finally says, still against the wall as she catches her breath.

"Happy birthday."

You lean in and give her cheek which isn't pressed against the wall a loving kiss.

Now that you've made her cum, you're not sure what to do. Clearly Julie has had enough. Her thighs still feel like pudding and you have to hold her up. When she slightly pushes herself off the wall, you get the hint and take a step back. Her breath hitches when your cock leaves her pussy.

"Thank you so much, baby."

She turns around, but instead of looking at you, she focuses on something on your right. Her eyes grow wide in shock. You mentally slap yourself as you quickly turn around, expecting a staff member. If it was one of her members, Julie would look surprised, embarrassed, not afraid. You should've know better. After all, Julie has an image to uphold. What if people find out about this? What would her fans say if someone talks about her getting fucked in some hallway?

All those thoughts and worries race through your head as you turn around. It's not a staff member, but you're not sure if that's a relief. In front of you is standing Irene. Red Velvet's Irene.

Despite accompanying Julie to the occasion award show here and there, you've never seen Irene from such a small distance. She's barely standing three steps away from. And despite Julie being your girlfriend, you can't deny that Irene is unbelievably beautiful.

Her cold expression slightly darkens the light of her beauty as she casually leans against the wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. She clicks her tongue in a dismissive manner, before shaking her head. By now you have completely forgotten that your still naked. You're too afraid of what might happen next.

"You shouldn't be doing this kind of stuff out in the open like this, Julie."

"Y-Yes, sunbaenim."

Julie bows apologeticly and you feel bad for her. She must be even more embarrassed than you are.

"And you too. Shouldn't you know better."

"Sorry."

You murmur, although you're not quite sure why you're apologizing. What is Irene gonna do anyway? Tell on you?

"Well, at least it looks like you got your birthday present, Julie. Congratulations."

"T-Thank you, sunbaenim. Today is your birthday as well, right? Happy birthday."

Julie's shy words make you look at Irene again. You didn't know the two of them are sharing a birthday.

"Thank you."

Irene now looks at you.

"Since we're already on the topic of birthday presents..."

She lets her unfinished sentence linger in the air. You and Julie both watch how Irene's eyes slowly travel down your body, until she reaches your cock.

"It seems like you haven't finished yet. Why don't we help each other out?"

You're surprised by Irene's words. A moment ago she was scolding you and Julie about having sex in the hallway. And now she wants it too?

"What?"

"I still haven't gotten a proper birthday present yet and you are still hard. I want to suck you off."

Your dumb question makes her crack a smile.

Her words linger in the air once more while you and Julie try to process them.

"Come on, big boy."

Irene takes a step closer and reaches for your cock.

"Don't you want noona to take care of your cock? It's all hard and stiff."

You let out an involuntary sigh as her fingers graze your shaft.

"What do you say?"

Irene's words are directed at Julie.

"Huh?"

You see your own excitement, worries and uncertainty reflected in your girlfriend's wide open eyes.

"I'm just gonna give him head, so it's not cheating. Plus, you're watching anyway. So what's the harm?"

You don't say anything and wait for Julie. She only needs to say one word and you would step away. But it seems like she isn't completely against the idea of watching another woman sucking her boyfriend's cock.

"It's fine by me. I-I guess."

"Perfect."

Irene purrs and focuses on you next.

"Get on these stairs over there. I'm not gonna kneel on this floor."

You do as she says. Once you reach the stairs, you take two steps and turn around. Irene is standing now right in front of you again, with Julie leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. You're now at the perfect hight, so Irene barely has to lean down. You hear your breath hitch as you feel her warm breath on your cock. A moment later her lips touch your head. Irene makes a point of not opening her mouth fully, so she's kinda forcing your cock past her lips. It feels better than you thought it would.

You glance at Julie, who's eyes are glued to your dick as Irene takes more and more of it. You're fully aware that your cock must still be covered in Julie's slick, but Irene doesn't seem to care. Once she's taken most of your length into her mouth, she starts to suck you off properly. Her lips glide along your shaft, while her tongue is either pressed against the underside of your length, or is swirling around the tip. Her right hand is lazily stroking your base, while her left one is holding onto your thigh for support.

Within moments, you lose yourself in Irene's blowjob. Julie isn't bad at giving them, but it feels like Irene is on another level. Probably more experience. She has you legs shaking after just a short time. You hesitate, but your overwhelming pleasure is forcing you to hold onto her shoulder.

You glance at Julie again, who's hand has disappeared inside her opened jeans. She's touching herself while watching her senior give her boyfriend head. It feels weird to you. Not necessarily bad, but weird. And it's obviously not just the fact that it's the first time your receiving a blowjob while the other person is standing as well. But because you're getting sucked off by someone who's not your girlfriend. While said girlfriend is watching.

But it seems to only add to your arousal. Because when Irene begins to really enjoy herself and starts to make some noise, you know you won't last much longer. Her slurping sounds echo through the otherwise silent hallway. She gets a little messier by adding more spit to your cock in form of spitting on it.

You can't see it, but you can feel how when she's taking most of your cock, Irene is sticking out her tongue underneath your cock to just get half an inch further down your length. It makes your situation worse and you feel a familiar knot building in your abdomen. You know that if Irene decides to deepthroat you, you'll cum immediately.

Apart from Irene's sucking sounds, you now hear the faint sound of Julie playing with herself as well. She must be knuckles deep inside her own pussy as she watches the two of you. Her eyes are aide open in arousal as she bites her lip.

"Irene..."

You groan her name, trying to warn her. You're now only seconds away from falling over the edge. But instead of stopping, Irene just continues to move her lips along your length. If anything, she becomes a little faster, which makes you stumble a little faster towards the edge as well. You try to hold on, but it's no use.

"Oh, god..."

You groan louder as your orgasm finally overwhelms you. You feel Irene trying to take more of your cock as you unload inside her mouth. Your legs buckle and you have to hold onto her head to not fall over. Once you're all empty, Irene continues to lick up the last drop of your cum, before she finally lifts her head off your cock.

You can't believe what just happened, what you just experienced. But it's not over yet. With her mouth full, her cheeks bulging a little, Irene turns towards Julie and reaches her after two small steps. She pulls her in for a kiss and you watch how Irene and your girlfriend share your cum right in front of you. It almost amkes you hard again as it drags out longer and longer. Eventually, it seems like the two of them swallowed all of it in the process. They now both turn towards you.

"Our birthdays aren't over yet."

Irene states and after Julie glances at her, your girlfriend gives you a knowing smile.

"Would you like to continue this after our schedule, baby?"

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Hi everyone!

This might come out a little late for some of you, because I only got the request barely a day ago myself, so I didn't have much time to write it. I hope you enjoyed it and happy Julie day and happy Irene day! I didn't know that the two of them share a birthday up until yesterday.

Stay healthy!

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ghostbsuter · 2 years ago

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Water drips down in the corner, the steady dop drop drop— does wonders for the bat.

Batman has been taken, tied up, and undressed of his utility belt. It takes him a second to figure out who took him, by the large but empty and run down warehouse, the sound of the shore not far away.

The docks. He shuffles, bound and comm off.

Then, the steel enforced door slams open and Joker enters.

"Batsy!" He calls, overjoyed. The man walks to the bound vigilante and crouches to his height.

"It's been so long, hasn't it been?"

The vigilante grunts. "Joker."

"Today will be different." He goes on, "today, we have," the crime Prince drums his fingers on Batman's thigh. "A guest!"

He freezes at that, Joker has a civilian.

(Oracle sends out the message, her voice firm, and the coords are shared to the rest of the clan in seconds as she looks at her monitor. Batman's red dot at the harbour bright.)

"I'm a guest now?" The voice of a child asks, it brings slight confusion that the boy wasn't tied nor harmed in any way.

It's relief that he seems okay, but the danger of standing next to the Joker has Batman wiggling in his restrains.

"Is that a promotion or demotion for son?"

A brief look of annoyance enters Joker before being smoothed out, the boy is dealing with a delicate time bomb. Uncomfortably close to the madman.

(He hurries in the process of breaking free.)

"My son! My blood!" Sings the clown, throwing his hands around the boy's shoulders and prancing around.

Which brings another question.

Son?

Cool lighting hits the boy's head and the tuffs of pink, blue and green become more obvious, hidden beneath black hair previously.

Joker and Harley have a child. A son.

He will visit harley later. The boy comes first.

"Dante! Danyal! Daniel?" Joker croons, shaking the boy. "What was it again?" He stops, turning his son toward him with a grin.

(Robin drops down behind him, hiding, katana ready to be swung.)

"Danny, actually," the child— Danny– shrugs off the hands and steps back. Unflinching from the judging stare, simply waving off the hands creeping to his throat.

"Danny," the name is tested, and the Prince of Crime hums to himself. "We can always replace it as Joker Jr! It fits you better than Danny."

(Red Robin and Spoiler get on position above them, ready to pounce from the construction pillars.)

"Yeah, I don't know about that." He chuckles nervous, catching Batman's eyes and—

His eyes alone scream of fear, scared– scared—!!

"We will get you an acid flower, a new suit as well, the hoodie looks horrible on you." The man notes, humming.

"I prefer hammers." Danny replies with tense shoulders.

Joker clicks his tongue, "You always went after your mother." he hisses, outright glaring at his son now. His hand tightened around the crowbar he'd gathered not long ago.

"I mean," he hesitates, eye trailing off the Joker and over his shoulder. "I did come out of her."

The sound of a loaded gun shatters the silence, and Joker is pulling Danny, switching their positions and pushing him right in front of the gun in Red Hood's hand.

"Always a coward, hiding behind others, aren't you." Danny stops himself from squealing. That's the Red Hood!

(Escrima sticks light up with electricity as Red Hood speaks.)

Joker is ticked off, party ruined and surrounded now that he looks around.

Oh well, he can get his son on his villain path another day.

Cackling, he evades the escrimas, dodging the wonder boy and evading the twin attacks from above.

He pulls out a trigger and presses the bright red Button.

"Have fun bats and birds!"

The warehouse is completely flooded with fear gas, scarecrow wouldn't be mad he sacrificed one of his warehouses, will he?

It's all blurry. In one moment, his view is shrouded, and he's coughing. In another, he gets picked up and brought outside, the Joker gone.

An oxygen mask is placed on him by a paramedic, being handed off to an ambulance that had been called.

Peeking around, he sees Red Hood (!) still lingering around. Danny catches his eye and with a wave, the man is walking towards him.

He simply crosses his arms and tilts his head, waiting.

"Could I get a picture?" Danny blurts out, flushing after and coughing, holding the oxygen mask in his lap.

Red Hood makes a show of his shoulder sagging before crouching down and leaning toward him.

Later, Danny will look at the picture with a boyish grin, crooked and charming.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

A continuation

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fandomfics · 9 months ago

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Animal

One shot

Pairing: Superman/Clark Kent x Fem Reader

Description: When you try to hide from your creepy coworker you find yourself in a tight space with a handsome journalist you've had your eye on for a while.

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⚠️Warnings⚠️

18+ MDNI

Locked in tight space, grinding, kissing, groping, oral (F receiving), semi public sex, caught in the act, teasing, unprotected p in v, not proof read

All smut babyyy.

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"Hey doll, where ya goin?" Jackson calls after you. You walk quickly away from the break room through the maze of halls trying to lose him as soon as possible, then you see an open door. A closet. He is about to round the corner behind you when you slip in and close the door quietly.

"Hey, what are you-" before another word slips out of whoever is with you, you clasp a hand over their mouth and shush them with a finger hovering over your lip.

"where'd ya go? Let's just chat about this, okay? We can handle this like adults..." Jackson walks down the hall past the door and when you can't hear him any longer your body relaxes with a sigh.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You choke out as you drop your hand from Clark Kent's mouth. "Fuck, I -"

He can clearly see the distress on your face as you repeatedly apologize, on the verge of tears.

"Hey, it's okay," his voice is soft, "what's going on?"

"That asshole groped me in the break room. I just needed to get away from him..."

"It's okay, he's gone, you're safe-" he begins before you interrupt him.

"Oh, I know I'm safe. I ran before I snapped and beat his ass to a bloody pulp."

A look of realization comes across his face and he chuckles. "I see. we still have a problem though..."

"Yeah, what's that?" You say as you turn and try the knob, the door doesn't budge.

"We're stuck." You turn to see his face scrunched with a small knowing smile.

"At least I'm stuck with you and not that fucking animal." You scoff.

Suddenly he stalks forward and you push your back up against the door and the two of you are toe to toe.

"You think I'm not an animal?" A shiver runs down your spine as he continues to speak, his usual chipper demeanor and wide smile gone. "I heard you talking to your friends about me last week. About what you'd let me do to you. Sounded pretty animalistic to me."

"Oh, you uh...you heard that huh?"

"I did, we got time to kill if you're still interested."

Your hands shoot up to his face and your lips crash into his, he slots his leg between yours, and his hands find your hips.

He pulls away to catch his breath, "You sure?"

"Hell yes." You reply panting.

His lips find yours again in a frenzied kiss, his hands move your hips to grind on his leg and you groan at the friction. Hurried hands rip buttons from their place and you feel your soft skin press against his hardened muscles. He trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, you throw your head back and he immediately uses the opening to bite the junction at your neck and shoulder.

Your breath hitches in surprise as the sensation sends electricity coursing over your skin. The slight pain heightens your senses and you grind harder against him. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He immediately stops and pulls away, a wicked grin on his face. An exasperated groan leaves your throat before you beg for more. He drops to his knees and snakes his hands up your skirt, his fingers find the hem of your panties and he quickly pulls them off.

"Look at all this," He gloats as he examines them. "I think I'm gonna need a taste." His words shake you to your core and another groan escapes you.

"This won't do at all, you're gonna have to keep quiet for me, don't want to be interrupted before I even get the chance to fuck you, do you?"

You whimper at the thought and he shakes his head. "Open." You obey, opening your mouth so he can muffle your cries with your panties.

"Good girl." He pats your cheek with his large hand. He guides your hand to lift your skirt so he has an unobstructed view of you as he buries his face in your weeping cunt. His tongue expertly explores your folds causing you to involuntarily buck into his face. He moans into you sending another wave of pleasure through you. Your free hand weaves into his hair and you push him into you harder as you roll your hips forward. You suddenly feel a finger probe your entrance and you encourage the movement

"Yes please, fuck." Your muffled whisper breathless. Slowly he works you open, adding fingers until he's pumping and curling three inside you just right.

"Please let me cum!" You whine through the fabric in your mouth.

"Go ahead." He states simply and you finally get your release. He works you through your orgasm until your twitching as you ride the last of it out. He removes his sopping fingers and licks them clean. Your legs wobble as you try and catch your breath and he stands to support you by the waist.

"let me know when you're ready for round two." He growls in your ear.

"Fuck me, please." You rip the panties from your mouth and the words come out without thinking, a sinister smile adorns his lips.

"Hands and knees." He orders. You're almost ashamed at how quickly you turn around and drop to the floor, but the orgasm that just ripped through you leaves you dumb and wanting.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, you begin to turn your head when he catches you.

"Eyes forward." Another simple command that shoots straight to your core. You feel his tip prod your entrance and you push back unwilling to wait any longer.

You gasp when he fills you completely, he chuckles before pulling back and snapping forward hard. His pace is staggering and leaves you drooling as you both chase your high. The obscene sounds of skin on skin mask the approaching footsteps.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, don't stop." You choke out.

"Shit, me too." He groans out.

Just as you both start to climax the door opens and Jackson stands in the doorway. Clark keeps fucking you through until you're both finished maintaining eye contact with Jackson until he slams the door shut.

Panting you both collapse to the floor next to each other and laugh at the look on Jackson's face.

"We didn't get to everything on your list. Might have to do this again sometime." He quips with a wink.

#fanfic #superman #superman x reader #superman/Clark Kent #superman/Clark Kent x reader #superman smut #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent smut #dc universe #dc comics

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dragonsoulage · 5 months ago

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„Only good girls, deserve my fingers.“…

feat. Jean Kirstein

This is what happens when, you are just a little tipsy and suddenly so needy for your tall boyfriend Jean. Who is in the club with you and his friends. His hands are hiding in your panties to get out the sweetest orgasm of you.

Art from yuka_levi

Hello world,usually I am a Levi girl and don’t get me wrong Levi is my husband but since I saw a Jean edit I kinda grew a little thirsty over him now so I literally write this before I went to bed yesterday and just wanting to post that 😂💀 I hope you are enjoying this little thirst here and that you having a great day ✨🤣🤌🏻

MDNI

Wordcount: 1,6k

Warnings: fingering, squirting, public

"It's ok, baby, no one hears you. Expect me, and I love these cute little noises." Jean said right into your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. Just a moment before, he pressed his lips against your neck. You arched your back even more, trying to hold back a whine. You and Jean were in a club with the others. Drinking and partying, over all having a good time. But well after some drinks you went a little needy, and who was he that he could deny his girlfriend? Especially when she looked so tempting. Slightly flushed skin because of the alcohol that ran through your veins. Droopy eyes now when his hand was inside your panties. Fingers pressing down on your sensitive clit, rubbing tight small circles.

He stood right behind you. Jean was so tall and broad, nearly your whole silhouette was covered by him. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, and the other was busy with your sweet, little pussy he adored so much. You let out a sigh when he started to rub your nub a little faster. Back arching more, your ass simply pushing more into him as you ground it against his throbbing bulge you could feel in his pants.

„Don't tease me. I need to...hmm, baby." you tried to speak, but then you felt the tips of his fingers teasing your entrance.

„Oh look at that, naughty girl just dripping right onto my fingers." Jean cooed with his raspy voice but not sliding his long fingers inside you, although he knew that was the only thing you wanted right now. Just to come on his fingers. Right here, right now in this club.

It was a rather risky location you two picked. You stood against a wall, your hands trying to support you, while your boyfriend was right behind you. The corner of this club was dark and not many people walking by, but when someone would stop and take a closer look, there could at least guess what you two are doing.

Your hips bucked forward into his hand, hoping that he finally put his fingers inside you. Your lips parted, and a cute whimper was heard. You tried to be quiet as possible, even when no one really could hear you because of the loud and thumping music.

„Jean, don't be a dick." you pouted so adorable, rubbing your ass just a little more desperate against him.

You felt how his arm tightened around you, his muscles flexing subtle under his white shirt.

He looked so good tonight. Wearing that white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And these black suit pants. He was usually more the casual one, but he knew how his girl liked to see him. How his girl would be all desperate and need for him.

„Maybe I should give you dick then, but I guess this needs to wait until we are home." he murmured against the shell of your ear when he finally slid two fingers inside you. Ring and middle finger plunging now in your welcoming and hot depth. You let out a sweet breathy sigh your head falling down trying not to be too obvious when you heard some people passing by.

"Or do you enjoy when I would take you right here, hm? You always act so cute and nice, but you are being such a little greedy thing for me when no one is looking. You like it, don't you, sweetheart? That someone could see my fingers in your cute panties." Jean always knew how to push your buttons. His fingers moving now, feeling your pussy clenching in need around him. Your eyes rolled back.

„Baby please, just wanna cum now." you were pleading, your body hot and one fire. Especially since you felt his dick throbbing against you. God, how much you wished he would fuck you now. Bending you just a little more over and pulling your dress, to split your needy pussy open with his cock.

Jean liked to be risky, but he would never want that someone seeing his sweet girl so vurnable. This here was only for his eyes and ears. So his finger should need to be enough for now. Besides that, the others probably waited and asking them where you two were.

Jean picked up his pace with his fingers, his thumb finding your clit, and he circled the swollen nub with it. This had you gasping. His hand left your waist, and you could feel it on your neck now. Gently grabbing you and pulling your head on his shoulder so he could look down into that lustful expression of yours. How your eyes would look so needy and shining with the impeding orgasm his fingers would give you.

"You wanna cum eh?" he teased with a chuckle, that vibrated in his chest.

And you nodded, desperate, with a moan on your lips. Every few minutes someone walking by, but the people in the club too busy to see your boyfriend was taking care of your wet and hot pussy, he loved so much.

„Use your words doll, let me hear that, and then I be so generous and give what your sweet pussy is craving so much." he meant then kissing your cheek before he peppered your skin with loving kisses along your jawline. Making you feeling goosebumps.

Your pussy squelching around his digits that were making you feel so good now. His hand on your neck, just squeezing slightly.

„Please make me cum. Fuck...please." you let out this cute please he loved to hear. It was like music to his ears when you begged him to make you cum.

Your jaw fell open when he then crooked his fingers and hitting that sweet spot inside you, your own fingers never could reach.

„See? That's a good girl, and only good girls deserve my fingers." he spoke husky in your ear, his eyes watching you intently, feeling your pussy clamping down on his digits.

Coating them in slick arousal. Your leg's shaking, so his body needed to support you. You really tried to keep your noises in check but failed and bite your plump lower lip.

"Gonna...gonna cum." you let out breathy and your voice sounded just so good to him. He could listen to you cumming for hours.

„It's fine, princess, let it out. Cum on my fingers, yeah? Be a good girl." he purred in your ear and this was enough to do all sending you over the edge.

You just wanted a quick finger fuck. But well, since Jean crooked his fingers in the perfect angle, it suddenly happens that you were slightly gushing out over his fingers. Coating them in your sweet release.

Your thighs trembled and your pussy clenching around his fingers. Never wanting to let go. He rode out the wave of orgasm with you.

„Aww look, you made a mess baby. Your panties are drenched." he was clearly mocking you while you tried to calm down from your intense orgasm.

„It's all your fault." you replied and then felt how he slowly withdraw his fingers. It was true, your panties were drenched, and your juices had been running down your thighs. A small little puddle of your release on the ground. Probably no one would even know that it had been you cumming. Everyone would think someone spilled a drink and yet you were embarrassed about that.

"Well, who was the one who suddenly needed me so bad?" he asked you playfully as you turned around. He gave you a tender kiss on your lips then, bowing, down to you.

„You probably should take these panties off, huh?"

And well since they were indeed wet you tried to get now ready again to join the others. With Jeans help, of course. Even when this meant you would be walking around the club with no panties under your dress, and Jean knew it, indeed loving it.

Meanwhile, the others waited.

„Damn they really should be coming back, it's been 20 minutes? They wanted to get a new drink, what can take so long?" Connie complained and looked around, hoping to see you and Jean.

„Ah, probably they are making out somewhere. Like they always do." Sasha replied, stirring her straw in her cocktail. Then someone came back and both looked up, but it was just Eren this time. Sasha and Connie both let out a sigh.

„So happy to see me, huh?" Eren laughed when he saw their reaction.

„They thought you were Jean and (Y/N)." Mikasa then took place in the conversation too.

„Oh, they probably need a moment until they are here." Eren said, and he had a smirk on his lips, nearly laughing.

„Wait, you met them? Where are they?" Connie asked him with a tilt of his head.

„Busy, my friend. Indeed, really busy." Eren answered and well Eren was one of the people who passed you and since he knew you two. He didn't even need a second to figure out that Jean's hands were in your panties.

„Busy? Could you clarify that, Mister Yeager?" Sasha, so clueless about this. But before Eren wanted to answer, a giggling Hitch was coming over to them.

„Oh my god, you won't believe what I just saw. Jean is nearly fucking his girlfriend right here in the club."

And when she said this, Connie's and Sasha's jaws fell open while the others seemed to giggle and laugh, aware they would be teasing you two the whole evening with it.

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feasibilities · 1 year ago

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"Perhaps you should have some, clear your head."

Investigative Reports | Jonathan Crane x Journalist!Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, Drugging, Kidnapping, Dumbification, Bondage, Corruption, Pet Names, Hallucinations, Cockwarming, etc. Author's Note: I finally got around to writing this! This insane post got a lot of hilarious/supportive reactions, so thank you. I hope it really is The Most Disgraceful Fanfiction Ever Made.

“Would you like to see our treatment facility?” Jonathan inquired, smiling faintly.

“Of course. Where is it located?” You said, looking around curiously.

“The elevator will take us there.” Jonathan replied, guiding you inside. You wondered why he was so eager to show you this “facility”, but it would be good for your article on Arkham Asylum. You also noticed that his hand lingered on your lower back. You made a mental note of the floor being accessible by key only. The door opened to a poorly lit corridor with double doors at the toward the back. A sinking feeling in crept into your gut but you followed behind him anyway. He opened the doors to an underground sweatshop. You saw the faces of some of the criminals who mysteriously avoided being prosecuted.

“This is where we make the medicine.” Jonathan said. You quickly realized this was a trap. Why would he be willing to show you this if he would let you leave? A feeling of panic clawed at your internal organs but you stayed perfectly still.

“Perhaps you should have some, clear your head...” He said in a restrained tone, swallowing harshly. His icy disposition transformed into that of a monster. You ran for the elevator and frantically pressed the buttons. The doors never closed. You scurried out and ran down the hallway. You ducked into one of the empty holding cells. You saw a white bed with restraints. You hid in the corner behind it and held your breath. Tears rolled down your face as you blamed yourself for taking on this story.

“Ready or not, here I come.” A ragged, disorienting voice spoke. Your heart dropped as the voice was a complete contrast from the composed one you heard minutes ago. You covered your mouth to muffle any sobs. You heard his footsteps click down the corridor before they stopped in front of the cell you were in. You crouched to make yourself as small as possible. You saw a figure with a burlap mask over his head.

“Hmm, I wonder where she could’ve run off to.” Jonathan said sarcastically, knowing exactly where you were. Walking to your hiding spot, he stood over you.

“There you are, princess.” He cooed. He kneeled down and wiped your tears with his thumb. You cringed at his touch and tried to scoot away. He pulled you back and put a white cloth over your mouth and nose. Your struggling was useless. Blackness crept into your vision as you lost consciousness.

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You woke up to an unfamiliar bedroom and a throbbing headache. This room was quite different from the dilapidated cell you fell asleep in. You didn’t recognize the pink silk nightie you had on. You were tucked in perfectly as well. You had little to no memory of the night before. Jonathan came in and shut the door behind him. Checking his watch, he smiled to himself.

“Just in time.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What happened? My head is killing me.” You inquired, sitting up slightly.

“You had a fall and hit your head. I know how to make you feel better.” He said softly, pulling the comforter from your body. His smooth hands ran up your thighs.

“I-I don’t think this will help.” You hesitated.

“Of course it will.” Jonathan replied. You pushed his hands away and tried to cover yourself once more.

“I guess I’ll have to tie you up, darling.” He relented, retrieving rope from the nightstand. He removed your nightie and folded it neatly. He tied you in the Shibari style of the Star Harness with your arms bound. He covered your mouth with duct tape. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and bent you over. You cried desperately in hopes that he would stop.

“Shh. The more you struggle, the longer it lasts.” He hushed you, kissing the back of your head. He took in the sweet smell of your hair. You felt him slide into you slowly, whimpering at his size. His thrusts were slow but deep to the point of causing pain. Your knees buckled with each thrust.

“Already falling apart, hmm? Isn’t that sweet...” Jonathan purred, speeding up. You looked back at him with teary eyes. Jonathan kissed you over the duct tape on your mouth. Sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room. You clenched around him frenetically, earning cruel spanks from him. His glacial blue eyes bore into yours. A searing pain managed to reach your cervix as his movements grew careless. The rope he adorned you in began to scrape painfully against your skin.

“Want me to stop?” He teased. You nodded frantically. He pulled the tape off your mouth painfully.

“Please, sir.” You begged innocently, beginning to cry once more.

“Of course, my love.” He whispered, pulling out. He groaned at the sight of your arousal dripping down your legs. He took out a polaroid camera and snapped some pictures of you from behind. You turned away until he violently flipped you over. He put his middle & index fingers in your mouth.

“Smile, sweet pea.” He mocked, snapping one final picture. Setting the camera aside, he stared down at you with an esurient gaze. You shifted uncomfortably as you were still tied up. His fingertips grazed the tender burgeon of your nipple. Enjoying the sensation, you pushed your chest up into his hand. You mewled sweetly and batted your eyes.

“Don’t do that…” Jonathan said, barely holding it together.

“I can’t help it.” You whined, oblivious to his impending breakdown. He was fuming at the effect you had on him.

“Right.” Jonathan said, standing up and opening a drawer nearby. He grabbed a burlap mask and held it up for you to see.

“Remember this, hun?” He inquired, taking off his glasses.

“No, what is it?” You replied, furrowing your eyebrows.

Sliding it over his head, you froze in fear. You realized he was the man of your never-ending nightmares. You suddenly saw hallucinations of maggots and spiders crawling from the eye & mouth holes of his mask. The world around you started to spin nauseatingly. You closed your eyes tightly hoping it would all end quickly.

“I knew you would remember me, angel.” He said, speaking in the same ragged voice. He walked to you and untied the rope around your body. He began spreading your legs once more. You scratched, punched, and bit him to no avail. In actuality, your resistance was much weaker than you thought. The sedative he gave you drained you of any kind of physical strength.

“Help!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, hoping anyone could hear. Jonathan put a firm hand over your mouth and entered you once more. This time, his pace was sadistic and blistering. The headboard banged against the wall. You felt your bones shake with every motion. You screamed behind his hand until you had no voice to scream with. That familiar band of pleasure in your lower half finally broke. Your body convulsed wildly. He enjoyed seeing you unravel.

“Almost done, stay still.” He sneered, continuing his assault. Your mind was nearly blank from everything that was happening. Jonathan moved his hand from your mouth to your throat as he was getting close. Your fucked-out expression made his heart flutter. Suddenly, hot spurts of seed shot into you. His groans echoed through the bedroom. You felt some relief that it was over. Instead, he laid next to you and slid back in hastily. He wrapped his arms around you to keep you still. Your shaky hand clawed at them. A doused white cloth smothered you once more as you lost consciousness.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispered, holding you close.

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mattsmommy69 · 4 months ago

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Tough

Summary: Matts tuff till it comes to you.

Warnings: sub!matt, dom!reader, use of pet names, dry humping

Notes: in honor of tuff Matt

“Chris you’re so fucking annoying” Matt complains as we all sit on the couch watching a movie and Chris can’t seem to stop talking. “What I’m just saying! Potatoes are top tier” Chris says and chuckles. Matt on the other hand was not having it, he had been cranky all day and Chris had been pushing his buttons. Matt grabs a pillow and throwing it as hard as he can at Chris, hitting him in the face. “Ow what the fuck Matt!” Chris yells and covers his eye where the corner of the pillow hit. “Matt.” I say and glare at him as I slowly stand up “hmm?” Matt groans grumpily and leans back against the couch with his arms crossed. “Your room, now.” I say and get up and walk to his room expecting him to follow, which he does.

As we enter his room I close the door behind him and suddenly grab his face “what is your problem?” I ask as I hold his face in my hand and glare at him. “N..nothing…” he says softly, his tuff guy persona no where to be found when I speak to him like that. “Obviously you have a problem if you think you can act like that around me.” I say firmly and let go of his face “sit.” I say firmly and point to his bed. He immediately obeys and sits on the edge of his bed and looks up at me. “Tell me why you’re acting like a brat before I make you.” I say as I cup his face in my hand again and make him look up at me, standing between his legs. “I…I just…I’m just cranky..” he whines softly as he looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. “So that gives you the right to be mean to everyone else?” I ask still making him look up at me, my voice laced with dominance. “No…I’m sorry mama” he speaks barely above a whisper. “I don’t think you should apologize to me, maybe you should go say sorry to Chris don’t you think baby?” I say softly as I rub his cheek with my thumb. He just looks up at me with those submissive eyes and nods. “Good, go say sorry then” I say and step back and let go of his face. He quickly gets up and goes back to the living room and I follow. “Hey, sorry for being an asshole Chris” Matt says quietly and does his handshake with Chris “it’s fine bro” Chris says dismiss-fully. I smile and nod at Matt from the hallway where I watched, he quickly walks back over to me “good boy” I whisper softly and smirk as he approaches me. Matt tries to hide his smile as we walk back into his bedroom. We both lay back down on his bed and he cuddles into me “I’m sorry for being cranky” he says softly against my chest as I hold him. “Shh it’s okay baby” I whisper as I kiss his forhead and rub his back. He nuzzles closer to your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight embrace. "Am I still in trouble?" he asks softly, his voice carrying a slight whine as he buries his face against your neck. I smile to myself at his words and kiss his forhead again as I hold him close “you’re not in trouble baby, unless you want to be” I say softly with a smirk.

Matts heart skips a beat at your words and he presses closer to you, close enough that you can feel his hard on against your thigh “maybe I do…” he says barely above a whisper. I look down at him and wrap my arms around him tighter as I feel his hard on pressed against my thigh “naughty boy” I whisper seductively in his ear before I kiss his neck. He lets out a soft whimper, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. Matt buries his face against my shoulder, his breathing heavy. I wrap my arms around his waist tighter and I move my thigh upwards, pressing against his bulge. “Mama you’re making it worse” Matt whines softly as he squirms a bit. “That’s the point sweetheart” I say softly before I continue to kiss his neck. He starts to move against my thigh, moaning against my neck as he does so “please mama” he whimpers softly. “Please what baby?” I ask as I continue to kiss and mark his neck. Matt gasps, his hips bucking against your thigh as he chases his release. "Mama, I'm gonna... I'm gonna-!" He can't even finish his sentence before he comes undone, his body shaking as he finds his release in his pants. I smirk as I feel him come undone and I hold him close “good boy, there ya go” I soothe as he comes down from his high. Matt pants softly and lays against me, with cum covered boxers and pants “thank you” he pants softly as he nuzzles into me “your welcome baby” I say with a smile and kiss his forhead “not so tough after cumming in your pants for me hmm?” I chuckle “let’s get cleaned up”

#i love my moots #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #writers on tumblr #smut #thx #spotify #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #sub men

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daydreaming-nerd · 1 year ago

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 7

Young Love and Old Money Masterlist

AN: Damn we on part 7? That happened fast. I just realized that this series is going to be longer than I thought. ALSO, highly suggest clicking on the link to see the readers dress bc it adds to the plot and it was hard to desribe lol.

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexism, heavier SA in this one again, a little bit of exhibitionism, jealously, Smut

Word Count: 6,009

“If you don’t stop right now Rhys is going to kill you for being late!” I giggle watching Cassian pepper kisses all over my neck through the floor-length mirror. I had simply asked him to button up the back of my dress for me but now he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

“Rhys can wait,” Cassian smirks nibbling under my ear, the scruff of his morning beard tickling my skin.

“I’m sure he can, but it might seem a little suspicious that you’re late considering you’re the most punctual person I know,” I smile running a hand through his hair.

Cassian doesn’t stop pressing loving kisses all over my shoulders and neck. His hands rubbed soothing circles on my hips. His strong chest behind me kept me upright as I watched him ravishing me in the floor-length mirror.

“Cass,” I protested, turning in his arms knowing if I didn’t my newly buttoned dress would be unbuttoned and on his bedroom floor in an instant.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed as I threw my arms over his shoulders to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I promise you can kiss me all you want later,” I laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“What about anywhere I want?” he grins, kissing me again.

“Hmmm, maybe,” I tease, tilting my head to the side. Cassian’s hands gripped my waist tighter.

“C’mon princess don’t make me beg,” he said lowly, pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear.

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle to hide the change in my heart rate, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees general.” I tease.

“You know I’d crawl to your bed if I had to, princess,” he teased back and the air in the room had become thick and warm.

I push away from him a little, “Cass stop I know what you’re trying to do! Go talk to Rhys before he comes up here to see what’s taking so long!” I laugh.

“Fine, fine,” he shakes his head and follows me out of his room into the hallway.

“What does he want to talk to you about anyways?” I ask as we walk idly towards the kitchen.

“I’m not sure,” he admits. “Probably just catching up on the Illyrian camps I visited with Az earlier.”

“Well remember. Nothing about you and I, as far as he’s concerned Eris and I are counting down the days until the wedding.” I remind him as we round the corner to the kitchen where Azriel sips his morning coffee.

“Hello lovebirds,” Azriel mused, not looking up from his book.

“Hello Az,” I smiled at the shadowsinger.

“I promise to paint a lovely picture of newly engaged bliss, even though I enjoy it,” Cassian assures me as we stop at the door to the balcony.

“Thank you,” I say cupping his cheek. “Now go before Rhys loses his mind,” I say pushing him out the door.

“Ah ah ah not without one of these,” he smirks, pulling me in by my waist for a kiss. Gods I would never get tired of kissing this male.

Without another word, Cassian pulled away and flashed me a charming smile before flaring his wings and taking off into the air. These past few days I had grown to see a new side to the Illyrian that I had never known before. For one, I had never known him to be so sweet and loving and two, I had never seen the male smile so much. Not that I could complain, he did have one of the most dashing smiles I’d ever seen.

“You two are adorable but you make me sick,” Azriel laughed from the kitchen table beside me. I turned my head to find him watching me intently. He tried to mask his face in disgust, but the love in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

“There will be loads of women fawning over your pretty face tonight tonight.” I teased ruffling up his hair. “And you’re a wonderful dancer. I’m sure you’ll find your person soon.” I continue waltzing towards the library.

“So you think I’m pretty?” Azriel teases taking a bite of an apple.

I simply rolled my eyes and shook my head as I exited the room.

Cassian’s pov:

“Cass please sit down,” Rhysand says motioning toward the plush chair in his study, one large enough to accommodate wings of course.

I had known the bastard for hundreds of years and never once had I been afraid of him. But I hadn’t spoken to him since everything happened with me and y/n. I had made sure to keep my mental shields up but I couldn’t stop the irrational fear that Rhys’ next words were going to be, “Are you fucking my little sister?” As he poured us each a glass of whiskey I couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat dripping down my back.

“I hear you’ve been keeping y/n satisfied,” Rhys drawled, handing me a glass.

Oh shit

“At least that’s what Azriel said the other day when I asked him how you guys were doing with going back and forth to the Autumn Court all the time.” Rhys cocked an eyebrow at my blank expression as I grabbed the glass of whiskey from his hand and sipped it eagerly.

Azriel that motherfucker. I could practically see his smug face as he told Rhys about how “satisfied” I was keeping his little sister. I would be thoroughly kicking his ass today at training.

“Yeah I mean it’s a pretty simple task taking her back and forth.” I shrug trying to shake whatever tension I had from my shoulders. “But she seems to have no quarrel with me, except for one time when I messed up her hair because I flew too fast but that’s about it.” I smile remembering the cute angry look on her face that went along with her messed-up updo.

“Ever the little princess,” Rhys rolled his eyes and relaxed into his chair. “Is she happy with Eris?”

I tried to look collected as Rhys asked the question I had been dreading. The entire flight here I considered telling him everything. I thought that maybe he could help her, or at least talk to Beron. But then I thought about how I would have to explain why I cared so much, and Rhys would be much less inclined to help if he knew I was fucking his little sister. Hell if y/n ever did figure this out would Rhys even allow me to be with her? I was a bastard after all.

Then of course there was y/n. She would never forgive me for betraying her trust, and I wasn’t willing to lose it. More importantly, I thought back to what she said the day that Eris first tried to take advantage of her.

Cassian please, don’t take my choices away from me…

Cauldron how those words had struck me like lightning when she said them. The poor girl had never been given free will to make her own choices until recently. First, she was closed off from the world because of her beauty, then she was under the mountain. Now she was engaged to Eris and I’d rather die than be another person who tried to control her.

“She seems to be,” I reply to Rhys. “I mean she did agree to marry him.”

Lies

“And Eris? Will he be a suitable husband for her? I’ve heard stories of him, some good, some bad. I was hesitant at first to let him near her till I remembered what others have said about me.” he says with a hint of sadness. “I thought I’d give him a chance, in hopes that Feyre will give me one someday.”

My heart broke for my brother, “I’m sure she will brother,” I say warmly. “But Eris seems quite smitten with y/n. He’s already sent her a large trove of dresses and jewels.”

Not entirely a lie.

“I hope you’re right Cass,” Rhys said with a sad smile. “But I’m glad my sister is happy. After all she’s endured she deserves it. Will you be joining us tonight?” he asks, referring to the engagement ball.

“Have you ever known me to pass up free drinks and beautiful women?” I chide leaning back in my own chair.

“I suppose not,” Rhys laughed, slamming back his whiskey.

y/n’s pov:

Cauldron boil me.

That was the only thought that raced through my head as I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror. For once my lady's maids didn’t get a chance to select the perfect dress for me to wear tonight, as Eris had specifically labeled a dress in the trove he sent me. The dress I now wore.

The fabric itself was beautiful, swaths of chrome of molten gold. It draped and cascaded down my body perfectly, the only problem with the fabric was that there wasn’t enough of it. The high slit and the low back left little to the imagination. Even the top of the dress was skimpy, with only three thin pieces of fabric holding the garment together.

As I exited my bedroom to the foyer to meet Cassian I could only hope that the fireplaces would be roaring on both ends of the vast ballroom tonight as I was already freezing. I find Cassian already waiting for me (per usual), in a night court black jacket that has him looking like pure sex. The only color adorning him is the two red siphons on his hands.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he gawks at my dress, eyes raking up and down my nearly bare body.

“What don't you like it?” I tease doing a spin for him.

His arms pull me close to him, hands wandering all over my exposed skin. The familiar touch of his hands soothes the goosebumps on my too-cold skin as I feel myself leaning into him.

“That’s what he’s making you wear?” he scrutinizes, looking me up and down again.

“Unfortunately yes,” I sigh looking down at the dress myself. Gods I hated this.

“That bastard’s going to have his hands all over you all night,” he grits, turning his head to the side like he doesn’t want me to see the simmering in his eyes.

I reach up to cup his face turning his gaze back to mine, “Cass I know that this isn’t easy. If the roles were reversed the female would be dead by now,” I laugh trying to ease the mood. “If you don’t want to come tonight I’ll understand.”

“No, I’m not leaving you to do this on your own,” he says, placing a hand over my own that rests on his cheek.

“Cass-”

“I’m going y/n,” he assures me.

Secretly and selfishly I was glad he was coming. I would never make him do such a thing. Especially knowing how Eris is going to be. But there was a comfort in knowing that he would be present. A comfort in knowing that at the slightest hint of a scared glance, he would likely burn down the whole court for me.

“Cassian?” I whisper.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Kiss me,” I say, referencing our first kiss, hoping it would bring a smile to his face.

“With pleasure,” he smiled before leaning in for a kiss.

I took every moment and committed it to memory knowing that soon it would be Eris’ lips instead, and they wouldn’t be as tender and sweet. Soon it would be Eris’ hands on me, and they wouldn’t be as warm and strong. I savored every taste of Cassian I got, somehow in that moment falling even deeper in love with him. Cassian kisses me like I’m the air he breathes. He kisses me like every female dreams of being kissed and gods I’ll never get enough.

“When we get home,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to rip this dress off me and fuck me on every single surface in this gods forsaken house.”

“Be careful princess. You don’t want me at attention in public.” Cassian purs in my ear holding me closer.

“Maybe I do,” I smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Cruel, wicked female.”

Unlike the last ball when my brother and I arrive, we are one of the first people there, as the ball is being thrown in Eris and I’s honor. I spend the first hour or so making polite conversation until the rest of the crowd shows up. Thankfully the second they do the dancing is in full swing giving me ample time to converse with others as Eris sits on a dias at the end of the room. A place normally reserved for the High Lord alone, but it seems Beron wants to show off this union.

“She’s not here again,” I say to my brother.

Rhys was one of the first people to dance with me tonight and I had never accepted an invitation so happily, well besides Cassian. When my father taught me to waltz Rhys was always there to help me. We must’ve spent hours dancing together while growing up. Dancing with him now was like living out the old days I so dearly wished for.

“How do you know?” Rhys asked me as he spun me around once more.

“I checked the guest list,” I say sadly. “It sounds like she and Tamlin never even leave his mansion.”

“Oh,” my brother says sadly, halting his search for the infamous cursebreaker.

“You should call upon your bargain Rhys. Give her time to get to know you,” I tell him as he lifts me slightly and resumes the dance in time with the others.

“I don’t want to force her to love me,” he admits sadly.

I can’t help but feel my heartbreak. Sure Rhys wasn’t always the best at first impressions given his reputation, but he was an amazing brother and an amazing male. “Rhys please, she’s your mate. Maybe if she meets me I can help her see how amazing you are,” I say hopefully.

“If Tamlin is what makes her happy I won’t stand in her way,” he explains to me and it’s like a punch to the gut. Before I can say anything to ease his pain a voice cuts in from beside me.

“Mind if I cut in?” Azriel asks politely.

“Not at all brother, just don’t step on my dear sister's toes,” Rhysand jests, passing my hand to Azriel’s.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Azriel smiles before leading me up into a waltz.

“What no crowds of women falling all over you?” I tease him as he gracefully moves around the dancefloor.

“I’m actually using you to get away from a particularly nosey one,” he nods his head to a giddy blonde in the corner. She looks far too young for him and way too energetic to catch Az’s interest and I can’t help but laugh.

“Glad to be doing the royal duty of helping my citizens,” I laugh as he spins me in a circle.

“If you really want to help you could give me a kiss,” he tilts his head so his cheek is on full display for me.

“Who would come after you first? Eris, Cassian, or my brother?” I roll my eyes.

“Don’t forget Helion, he's here too,” Azriel laughs and sure enough, out of the corner of my eyes, I can see the High Lord of Day.

“By the cauldron, I’ll never know peace,” I sigh as Az picks me up and twirls me around.

Even though it was the same ballroom as last time this one felt smaller. Every move I made felt more and more observed and scrutinized. On one end I had Eris sitting on a dias watching me like I was a pet he had let off its leash. On the other side stood a very grumpy and brooding Cassian who wouldn’t take his eyes off me and Eris, like he was waiting for the prince to make one wrong move. Never mind the rest of the guests who gawked at my dress or the ginormous ring on my finger.

“Eris is looking at me like he’s about to have me incinerated,” Azriel laughs in my ear.

I can’t help but roll my eyes, on the next spin I see the prince doing just that. “That’s his way of saying he wants me back.” I sigh.

“You want me to dance us away from him?” Az asks sweetly and quietly.

“No, no I’ve already been avoiding him for far too long. He’ll come down here himself in a moment,” I say as the music stops and I bow to Az.

“Good luck then princess,” he bows to me before he saunters off to where Cassain sits gripping a goblet of wine tighter than he ought to.

Like I’m either a blessing sent from above or a curse from below the crowds parts for me as I make my ebay towards Eris. The men gawk and lick their lips, the women gossip and whisper to one another. Once again I felt like a painting displayed at a museum, I was beginning to hate balls.

“Have I told you how delicious you look in gold, my pet?” Eris says as I take my place standing next to his chair.

“At least a dozen times tonight,” I sigh, snatching a glass of wine off a silver platter.

“Come here,” Eris says, patting his lap and I know better than to disobey, not when all of Prythian is watching us.

“What, I don't get to have my own throne?” I grumble, adjusting my dress from where I sit on his lap. The damned thing is one gust of wind away from exposing me to the whole room.

“Wall ornament my dear, wall ornament,” he reminds me, lips trailing down my neck. “And how beautiful you look perched on my lap,” he smirks.

“Yes and I’m one gust of wind away from flashing the whole room,” I grit, adjusting the dress once more.

“Good, let them see what I get to indulge in,” he grins, lifting my goblet to his own lips. The overwhelming urge to spill the liquid all over his pressed jacket is strong but lord knows what would happen next.

“Prince Eris,” mused a female voice drawing both of our attention. “I came to offer my congratulations to you and your future wife.”

The woman standing before me was nothing short of beautiful. Her skin is fair and covered in freckles across her nose and cheeks. Eyes the color of the evergreen trees found in the winter court. Her hair is unbound and the deep auburn. She looked at Eris with a certain coldness and in that moment I realized that they might have been lovers at one point in time. Her eyes flitted to mine and my blood ran cold. She looked at me like I had taken her future away. I suppose I had. If Eris had any feelings for her he certainly didn’t show it.

“Thank you for your well wishes Lady Adarna. We hope to see you at the wedding next week,” he chided leaning back in his chair once more.

The woman simply bowed and waltzed away. I mentally hoped she wouldn’t go near Cassian. Not that I didn’t trust him, but because I didn’t trust her for one moment.

As she scurried off to join a large group of lords and ladies conversing I watched as Eris’ eyes trailed her entire backside. His lips twitched up as if recalling a fond memory. Now was the perfect time to execute my backup plan.

“She seemed angry to see me on your lap,” I muse, taking another sip of my wine.

“So is every male in this room. You should be used to it by now.” he kissed my shoulder.

“You fucked that woman didn’t you?” I turn my head to him letting him see the false anger in my eyes. I had to sell it.

“Many times my pet,” he smiled proudly. “She used to beg me to come to her bed.”

I scoff at his words, it was too hard to believe that any woman would beg to warm Eris’ bed.

“And you're ready for monogamy?” I raise an eyebrow at him, my question more like a test. Eris had been so in lust with me had forgotten about the other women he once bedded. Surely the idea of monogamy wasn’t one he relished, he needed a reminder. The very concept could be the only thing to stop the wedding.

“Who said anything about monogamy?” he laughed while taking a sip of his wine. “I’m sure I’ll be insatiable after I deflower your tight cunt, but once you’re with child I’ll be left to my own devices. Someone will have to satisfy my needs,” he said like it was common knowledge.

By the fucking cauldron this man was insane. But in his words, I saw an opening I never thought of. Maybe I didn’t need to call off the wedding, maybe I just needed to ensure I could sneak out the back door so to say when I needed to.

“And what about me? Will I be allowed other partners?” I muse playing with the hair at the nape of his neck like it might soften him up.

Eris barks out a hearty laugh and I already know I’ve lost this fight as his hand trails up my thigh. The fabric of my dress starts to shift and I find myself shifting around to fix it once more.

“Of course not wife, I won’t have your cunt defiled by any other male,” He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You are purely mine, to taste, to fuck, to impregnate all I want.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” I grumble trying to stand, but his hand on my front flattens and I’m pulled down onto his lap once more.

My stomach pits as I feel what prods into my backside. He’s undeniably hard and my eyes search for Cassian. I have no doubt that Eris would fuck me right here on this dias just to prove a point to everyone in attendance. I search and search, but Cassian is nowhere to be found.

“Oh really? Because you’re on my lap, on my throne and you’re wearing my ring,” He purrs lowly so only I can feel his hand dipping under my dress. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve cum on my fingers. So yes I will call you my wife preemptively because that’s what you are ‘Jewel of Prythian’, mine.”

His hand cups my sex and my breath hitches in my throat. Tears prick my eyes and I put on a cold face.

I will not cry.

I feel a finger slip through my folds and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for his finger slips inside me. My eyes search the crowd to see if anyone is paying attention, but thankfully they are all drunk and lost in conversation or dancing. That is until my eyes land on Cassian’s. I could throw up from the embarrassment of it all.

Eris quickly retracted his finger, bringing it to his lips and sucking it.

“Good girl. You didn’t fight this time.” he muses, brushing a hand down my cheek.

I take the quickest route out, “I think I see Viviane, she wants to speak to me,” I say quickly, standing from his lap.

“Have fun pet,” Eris smirks, smacking my backside before I saunter down the steps making a beeline for Kallias and Viviane.

My mind is a mess of a million different voices. Eris calling me his broodmare, Cassian begging me to end all this, the voice of my brother sacrificing himself for me, the sound of the children of Velaris playing in the streets. All of it is like a perfect storm. I could erupt at any moment and I don’t think anyone here would care unless my makeup smeared and ruined the image of “The Jewel”

Like a magnet, my eyes flit up from my feet rushing through the crowd to find that hazel gaze that always brought me home.

Cassian was making a beeline towards me. No, not towards me, to my right.

I passed him without so much as a word but as if some strange instinct kicked in, I reached out a hand and felt him do the same. Our fingers grazed each other where no one could see. His touch held a thousand words.

I am here. I am with you. You are not alone. I love you.

My breathing calmed, my heart rate slowed, and the voices in my head quieted down to the point where all I heard was the white noise of those around me.

And I was thankful, so thankful, for that simple touch that brought me home.

Cassian’s pov:

I could kill him.

I could fucking kill him for touching my mate that way. Cleave his head from his body. Castrate him. Rip him limb from limb and my rage still wouldn’t be sated.

The look on her face as his hand dipped between her legs is one I wouldn't soon forget. She was so scared, so helpless and I just let it happen.

I marched towards the other end of the ballroom after grazing her hand in mine. I just needed to feel her once. Just needed to remember that she was mine.

I pushed past the large swaths of curtains lining the room to where I knew there was a door that led to the cool night air outside. I just needed air. I needed to forget.

y/n’s pov:

“Well I hope to see you and your new husband visiting us in the winter court soon,” Viviane said, embracing me fondly.

“And tell that brother of yours that I want to have a drink with him soon,” Kallias smiled putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to do both,” I smile warmly.

While under the mountain, Kallias was one of the people who looked out for me. His relationship with my brother was strong, and since Rhys couldn’t ever be with me Kallias had stepped in as one of my protectors. I had only met Viviane once since Kallias shielded her from the horrors under the mountain, but her warm soul always spoke to me. I was happy to call the mates my friends.

“I’ll do just that,” I smile, backing away from the High Lord and Lady.

My eyes flit up to that cursed dias, looking for any sign of Eris’ gaze. Instead, I found him lounging about talking to one of the men who sexualized me at the last ball. My skin prickled at the memory. Their voices calling through my head as I made my way towards the edge of the room scouring the dancehall for another drink.

Suddenly a hand gripped my exposed arm and pulled me behind the swaths of large fabric that lined the room. My back hit one of the many pillars as another hand was placed over my mouth to keep me from screaming, which I desperately wanted to do until I saw that beautiful shade of hazel that warmed my very bones.

“Shh, it’s okay it’s just me,” Cassian whispered, releasing his hand that covered up over half of my face.

“Oh Cassian,” I breathed, placing my hands on either cheek. The stubble from this morning mixed with the warmth of him setting my very soul on fire.

“Are you okay?” he breathed pulling me into his chest, like he just needed to have me in his arms if only for a moment.

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” I said frantically as I inhaled his scent.

“He touched you,” Cassian glowered and I pulled my head back to meet his simmering eyes.

My heart shattered right there at the pain within them. He had seen everything. Seen Eris’ hand roam where it shouldn't have, seen him bring that hand to his mouth. Seen him do this in front of everyone and I had instructed the general not to even flinch. It was cruel, I was crueler than even the prince of Autumn himself,

“I’m sorry Cassian, I’m so so sorry,” I pleaded, brushing a hair out of his face that had escaped the bundle at the nape of his neck. “I’m yours Cassian, I’m yours.”

“Y/n I-”

“My heart,” I cut him off, placing his rough hand over the center of my too-exposed chest. “My heart belongs to you Cass.”

In an instant his hands found my waist, pulling me towards him as his frame backed me into the marble pillar. His lips on mine in a fiery need. I met him touch for touch as I pulled the lapels of his jacket towards me, needing to feel every inch of him on me. Even more than that I needed him to erase every single fingerprint Eris had left on me.

Cassian.

My Cassian.

His hands brushed over the vast expanse of my exposed skin leaving a trail of warmth wherever they went. I had spent the night so freezing cold from my lack of coverage that the heat of his body against mine felt so delicious.

His tongue parted my mouth and I felt every inch of him reclaiming me. My hands found that head of hair that I so often found myself gripping as he licked my most sensitive areas. My mind raced to last night where he spent a solid hour coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me.

A woman laughed loudly from the other side of the curtain pulling both Cassian and I’s heads away from one another. We looked to see if the curtain had been pulled back but found nothing.

My core ground down on the bulge in his pants. Oh gods I needed him. I needed him now.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “Tell me to leave and wait till we get home.”

“No,” I rasped pulling him down to my lips once more.

I needed him now. Needed to feel all of him, needed to remember that no matter what Eris said or did to me he could never own me. He could own my body, sure. But my heart? My soul? The very essence of me? All of it belonged to Cassian. So much so that it consumed me.

Cassian’s large hands reached beneath my thighs hoisting me up and pressing me further into the cold marble pillar. It didn’t take much for my dress to part for him exposing my core. My hands went to the ties of his pants frantically pulling them down until he sprang free.

“Cassian, I need you,” I pleaded with him.

“Shh I’m coming baby,” he assured me, pumping his cock a few times.

The woman outside the curtain laughed again but this time neither of us looked to see if she had seen us. Let them see. I thought to myself. At this moment I was beyond caring about who was engaged to and who I wasn’t. Who was a prince and who was a bastard. Cassian had all of me, that's all that mattered.

Cassian slid home filling me to the brim so harshly that I gasped. A calloused hand flew over my mouth and my eyes met his. His intense stare watching me take every luxurious inch of him could’ve been enough to make me cum right then and there.

“Shh princess, I don’t like sharing.” he mused, thrusting into me even harder.

His hand fell from my mouth to brace against the pillar behind me as the other arm kept me upright. Every stroke threatened to have me screaming in pleasure. Calling out just how in love with this man I really was. But there were at least a couple hundred people on the other side of that thick curtain and though I hated to admit it, the game we were currently playing thrilled me to my core.

“Fucking mine,” Cassian gritted through his teeth, thrusting harder for emphasis. This wasn’t just about releasing the tension for both of us. Oh no. This was my general reclaiming what was his, and cauldron if he didn’t have a hand holding me up I would’ve been weak at the knees.

“All yours Cass,” I mumbled into his mouth as I pressed my lips into his, my fingers digging into the material of his jacket.

“I love you y/n,” he breathed. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too Cassian,” I smiled, feeling myself clench around him, as the knot in me was beginning to let go.

“Fuck,” he hissed in my ear, burying his head in my shoulder.

It was enough to have me cumming around his cock. My hand flew to my own mouth to stifle the loud moan my body involuntarily let out. My orgasm triggered Cassian's as he let out a smothered low groan burying himself deep inside me

As I tried my best to catch my breath Cassian pulled his head from my shoulder. I looked at his strained face and his messed up hair and began meticulously brushing every strand back into place. His eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“We did not just do that,” I giggled brushing his hair into submission.

“I think we did princess,” he laughed looking down to where he was still seated inside me. “I’m sorry I got a little jealous there.”

“Don’t be sorry, it was kinda hot.” I smile, running a hand down his cheek.

“Yeah?” he smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

“You two are fucking idiots!” Azriel hissed low coming from around the corner.

Our heads turned immediately to find a very worried Azirel shrouded in his shadows. Cassian set me down and shielded my body with his growling at Az as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“A warning would have been nice brother,” Cassian grumbled, making sure I was decent before stepping to the side.

“You’re lucky my shadows found you before anyone else did,” Azriel argued. “Eris is looking for her,” he says nodding towards me.

“Shit,” I curse, adjusting my dress and stepping towards the curtain.

Cassian’s hand finds mine and pulls me back. My eyes snap to him and where there was once lust is now a pleading gaze that has tears threatening to spill from my own eyes.

“Please don’t go to him, I can’t bear it any longer,” he begs me and gods does it shatter me to my core.

“I have to Cass,” I say adjusting his jacket so it’s straight.

“Tell him you're ill and then come back to me,” he pleads. “Then we can go home.”

I know deep down that I shouldn't be leaving this early. It had only been an hour or two since the guests arrived and I hadn’t even spoken to Helion. But Cassian looked so broken. So broken and so hurt. I couldn’t put him through anymore tonight, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay.

“Alright,” I say assuringly, squeezing his large hand. I take one look at Cassian and then at Azriel who looks worried as hell, like if I didn’t leave right this moment we would all be found out.

So I reluctantly pulled my hand from his and parted the curtain that concealed us. Thankful for the shadows Azirel lent me, I was able to assimilate back into the crowd seamlessly. But as I made my way towards the dias where Eris sat impatiently I swore I could feel Cassian’s anger behind me and it threatened to bring down the room around us.

Part 8

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muxshwriting · 1 year ago

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like real people do

Spencer Reid x reader

summary: an undercover mission reveals some deep secrets between the two of you || warnings: general FBI talk (it's the murder-stabbing show, be real) || words: 827|| masterlist

"Reid and Y/L/N, you’re going undercover together to find our unsub. We know he’ll be at this club so keep an eye out for someone that matches the profile."

You and Spencer catch each others eyes and you smile softly. He smiles back. Maybe this won't be so bad...

You're look back in the mirror, looking at the dress you're wearing, your makeup and your hair. You mess with it a bit, curling pieces around your fingers, pulling others back and pinning them in place. The dress is shorter than you'd like and has a sheer section up the side. It makes you feel sexy, sure but it also is far more revealing than your usual work attire. Spencer is going to see you in this, the guy you've likes since two months into the job.

Calling it a day, you grab your purse and walk out of your bathroom. Emily is sitting on your bed, playing with her nails and waiting for you. She looks up as you walk in, wolf whistling.

"You look good Y/N."

"Really?" You ask. "It isn't too much or too little? What if-"

"Spencer will love it." Emile jested. "Don't worry."

A knock at the door stops your worrying as you walk to answer it. Spencer is standing on the other side. Except he's not dressed in his silly sweaters and his ties. He's in a ruffled white shirt and a jacket. He looks hot and you find yourself blushing before you can stop thinking about him.

He smiles and your heart swoons all over again. He looks you up and down, a small pink blush dusting his own cheeks. Without saying a word, you reach up and unbutton another button on his shirt so it doesn't look so neat.

"Now you're perfect."

"I- uh-" Spencer stuttered as he tried to speak. "You- You look great!"

"Thanks. You too."

He clears his throat. "Shall we go?" He offers you an arm and a shy smile. You take his arm gladly and let him lead you out the door.

The club is crowded but you find a table in the corner and plant you and Spencer behind it. His arm is lazily thrown around the back of you, pushing his shirt and jacket open even more. You tear your eyes away, looking for your unsub. The two of you sit in silence, sipping drinks and observing everyone as some danced and swayed to the music.

You lock eyes with a man standing stilted at the bar, his knuckles are white around his glass and he matched the profile perfectly. You break eye contact, moving your head to whisper in Spencer's ear. "By the bar, eleven o'clock."

You watch as Spencer's eyes scan the bar until he sees the same man you did. He's not looking directly at you anymore but he's still glancing in the general direction, keeping you in his peripheral. Spencer texts Garcia, who's watching through cameras and she gets to work.

The unsub's eyes are back on you again, this time glancing down at Spencer's phone and narrowing his eyes.

"Kiss me." You whisper softly.

"What?"

"Like real people do," you beg. "Just kiss me."

He takes no less than a second to crash his lips into yours. They fit together perfectly, melting the worry in your brain. He tastes sweet, like the jelly beans you know he's hiding in his jacket for you when you get hungry. It's heaven for a moment before he pulls away and you're brought back to reality.

But his hand stays on your thigh and he presses his forehead to yours as he catches his breath. You quickly glance over his shoulder at the unsub. He's not looking anymore but he has gotten up and stood closer.

"I love you." You whisper.

Spencer's eyes snap to yours as his eyebrows knit together. He moves away from you, adjusting his jacket and letting out a shaky breath.

Inside, you're terrified that you've ruined everything so you calmly gather your things and stand up. Spencer watches you leave, throwing down cash and rushing after you, following you into the night.

A week later, Spencer finally manages to corner you by the coffee machine.

"Hey, can we talk?"

You slowly nod, dreading every word.

"When you said 'I love you' was that for the mission or-?"

Your eyes widen. "For the mission! Yeah. Definitely for the mission."

Spencer speaks slowly. "If it wasn't or the mission, hypothetically, I would ask you to say it again so I could reply the way I should have."

Hope flares in your chest as you look at him. "I love you."

He doesn't say anything, only surging forward once again to kiss your lips. Fireworks that you buried explode in a flurry of light as your heart beats even faster in your chest.

"I love you." He quietly says. "I've waited years to tell you, always afraid of your answer."

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thematthewmmurdock · 2 years ago

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Use Me

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Smut (18+). Mentions of Alcohol Consumption. Semi-Tipsy Sex. Thigh Riding. Unprotected Sex. Dirty Talk. A/N: Breaking my writing drought with the horniest thing I've written in recent history. Like all good fics, this one started with a porn video. Hope you all enjoy.

I did my best proofreading, but I probably missed something. All mistakes are my own.

You follow Bradley into his apartment building, giggling quietly as you stumble along behind him. His hand is warm and solid, his fingers tangled in yours. A steady guide as he leads you up the stairs and down the dim hallway past the other quiet apartments.

Your blood sings in your veins, dancing with the high buzz of a night out with friends. The whole night is awash with a shimmering silver glow. You can still feel the pulse of the music and the warm ocean breeze on your skin, and taste the faint salt and lime flavor of the three margaritas you had earlier tonight.

You’d started feeling frisky half-way through your second one. Something about the salt and tequila had you eyeing up your boyfriend and slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. You’d seen his smirk and raised eyebrow out of the corner of your eye, but he’d made no move to stop you. Instead he’d continued on with his conversation without breaking a sweat, as if his girlfriend wasn’t feeling him up underneath the booth.

And really, how could you keep your hands off of him when he looked so good? Dressed in a fitted pink silk shirt with the first two buttons undone to show a golden chain resting atop the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest. Jeans so fitted it was like he was on a personal mission to ruin your life. And his hair, curling slightly from the spray of the sea. It was all too much for your tipsy self to handle.

Things had carried on from there. You’d danced a little too indecently in the center of the dancefloor; your back pressed against his broad chest with his hands gripping your waist, controlling the grind of your hips. You threw heavy lidded looks over your shoulder, and Bradley answered them with lewd ones of his own. You could feel his cock straining through his jeans, so obvious through the thin material of your dress. At one point his hand slid up and under the back of the flowy skirt, toying with you briefly.

Maybe that was the breaking point. The moment that had you abandoning the dancefloor at Mach 10 speed, dragging Bradley behind you. You hadn’t even bothered to give a flimsy excuse to your friends, almost certain they could suss out the true reasoning behind your sudden exit.

You probably would have fucked in the parking lot if it wasn’t so crowded. Instead, you had to settle for heavy petting on the way home. One of Bradley’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the other sat on your thigh, pushing your dress higher and higher until his fingers rubbed against the lace of your underwear. Your hands were plenty busy as well, rubbing the stiff erection his jeans failed to hide.

Now you’re back home in record time, watching the relaxed sway of Bradley’s broad shoulders as he walks in front of you. He stops in front of his door, and shoves his free hand into his front pocket to grab the house keys.

“Gonna need this for a minute,” Bradley smiles and kisses the back of your hand before gently placing it back at your side.

Impatience flitters through your body as you watch him slowly sift through the many keys on his chain. Seriously, how many keys does one man need? He has to be doing this on purpose. Prolonging the search just because he knows it’ll make you squirm.

“Hurry up.” You wrap your arms around his waist and trail your lips across his shoulder.

Bradley chuckles. “Someone’s eager,” he teases.

“I wanna fuck my boyfriend,” you mumble, fingers trailing up and under his shirt to run along the length of his waistband. “That a crime?”

He finally selects the correct key and pushes it into the lock. “Nope,” he says, but still doesn’t unlock the door.

“Well unless you’re going to fuck me right here in this hallway, I suggest you open the fucking door.” You punctuate the request with a squeeze over his clothed crotch.

“Bossy,” Bradley says and finally unlocks the door. “It’s kinda hot. Wanna boss me around tonight, baby? Want me to let you call the shots?”

There’s a deep timbre to his tone now. The words are rich with desire. You feel his entire body rumble with it. You feel your own yearning slide through your body. Slow and heated like molten metal. It pools low in your belly, sending an ache through your cunt.

Your clit throbs and you bite your bottom lip. “Inside. Now.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pushes the front door open and pockets his keys. There’s a smirk on his face when he turns to face you. “Where do you want–”

His question is cut off by the surge of your lips. You mold your body against his, holding him close with your fingers tangled in his hair. Bradley backs into the apartment and kicks the front door shut. His hands slide down the curve of your back, and Bradley grabs your ass, keeping you pressed firm against him as he teeters further into the apartment.

You tease his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until his mouth parts in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him– faint traces of fruit from the cider he was drinking, a bit of mint from the Altoid he’d slipped earlier- greets you. His tongue slides against yours, hot and eager to taste you in kind.

How many surfaces does Bradley press you against before deciding on the couch? There was the console by the front door, where he stopped only briefly so you both could kick off your shoes while he kissed and licked down your neck. The kitchen door frame so he could grind his hips against yours until you whined. Then he’d deposited you on the arm of the sofa, only to sink to his knees a moment later and bury his head between your thighs. Only then did he settle on the couch with you on top of him.

You reach for his belt immediately, undoing the buckle and then popping the button on his jeans. In no time you’ve got a hand wrapped around his cock, and are stroking him slowly.

“Not that I don’t enjoy where this is going,” Bradley groans, voice muffled by your tits as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the plunging neckline of your dress. “But what’s gotten into you?”

“Three margaritas and my smokin’ hot boyfriend,” you say, twisting your wrist.

He groans, and the pleasure-warped sound sends a jolt through your body. “Haven’t gotten in you yet.” Bradley chuckles, low and throaty.

“Yeah, well what are you waiting for?” You ask.

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” His smoked-whiskey eyes meet yours. “You’re calling the shots, remember?”

You sit back slightly. “Take my dress off.”

A grin slowly spreads over his face. “There you go, honey. Now we’re in business.”

He gathers the skirts of your dress in both hands and slowly slides it up your body. The heat of his calloused fingers sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. You lift your arms, and Bradley eases the dress over your head and tosses it onto the ground.

He tilts his head to the side. “And?”

“And your shirt. I don’t want to rip the buttons accidentally.”

Bradley kisses along your jaw as he unbuttons the shirt with steady fingers. “You like the shirt?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders out of the silk and dropping it on the floor near your clothes.

“Love it. I want you to wear it again.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He grins. “You got it, babe. What’s next?”

“Next, you kiss me,” you whisper and slot your lips against his.

Bradley’s mouth devours you, hot with a passion that makes you dizzy. His hand trails up your body to cup your breast. His fingers slip past the lace of your bra and flick at your nipple until it hardens. You grind your hips down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit catches on the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck, baby.” Bradley breaks the kiss to watch your desperate movements. “Look at you all worked up. All because of me and that fucking shirt?” He asks and fits his other hand against your hip to guide your stilted rhythm.

You nod, head tilting back at the delicious friction. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtakes your senses. You’re greedy with it, chasing after the spark that will set the smoldering flames ablaze. You get closer to it with every desperate rock of your hips.

Bradley leans back against the cushion. “That’s it,” he murmurs encouragement. “Get yourself off on my thigh. You’re so fucking hot.”

You whine, nails digging into his shoulder as an anchor. “Bradley.”

“I’m right here, honey,” he grins up at you. “Keep going. Make a mess all over me.”

Shivers wrack your body, and something akin to fire rushes over your skin. The beginnings of something heady and sweet swells within you. You rock your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, intent on reaching it.

Bradley’s mouth charts a wanton path over your skin. From mouthing at the pulse point of your jaw, to a chaotic, sloppy zig zag down your throat. His tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin, the perfume dabbed in the hollows of your collarbone, until he reaches the barrier of your bra.

It’s off in seconds, clumsily joining the growing pile of clothes gathering at the foot of the sofa. The tip of his tongue traces the swell of your breasts. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin, teasing goosebumps and blood to the surface. Then his warm lips chase the sting away, pressing soft kisses over the secret blossoming marks.

You cry out when his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking and gently biting. You arch into his touch, a silent plea for more. Your orgasm so close, you can almost taste it, sticky and sweet, in the back of your throat.

“‘M close,” you whisper, fingers gripping Bradley’s shoulders like a life raft.

“That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Bradley mumbles against your spit-slicked nipple. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Wanna see you come all over my thigh. Give it to me.”

Your head tilts back further, a silent moan on your tongue as the end rushes up to meet you. When you come, you come hard. Tiny peals of pleasure fall from your lips like a prayer. Gratitude and joy wrapped up in quiet moans and whimpers.

Bradley groans, watching you with hungry eyes. He takes in your every move. Each flutter of your eyelids, every twitch of your lips. The slack of your jaw, perfect lips shaping the syllables of his name over and over again. The way your body shudders as hot pleasure takes over.

You slump against his chest, boneless. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath.

“Goddamn,” he whistles. “I love watching you come.” The hand on your hip slides down to where your body is joined. His fingers swirl around in the slick mess pooled between you. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He holds his fingers up to the light.

You blink, suddenly a little bashful about the growing wet patch on Bradley’s jeans. You avert your gaze, but Bradley clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Look,” he says again, and this time you do. “That was all you. My perfect, gorgeous girl.” He brushes his thumb against your damp cunt and you groan. “So fucking wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His damp fingers wrap around his stiff cock. “What do you want, baby?”

You gently wrap your fingers around the gold chain hanging around his neck, and pull him closer to kiss him briefly. “Take your pants off,” you whisper when your lips part. “And then, I’m going to fuck you.”

Bradley must set a world record for how quickly he manages to get those jeans off and onto the floor. It’s a wonder you managed not to fall off of the couch.

You settle on top of him again and slide your panties to the side. You knock his hand out of the way and stroke his dick slowly. The groan Bradley lets out when you slowly sink down onto him borders on painful. His jaw flexes and he breathes deeply through his nose.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel fucking incredible.” He wraps his large arms around your body and holds you as close as he can.

You whine at the stretch as you take him completely. You set a leisurely pace, allowing you and Bradley to just feel each other. Letting the heat build in your chest and well over. Your breathing slows, matching the steady up and down of Bradley’s shoulders. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and you can feel each of his dewey, warm exhales on your skin.

“Just like that,” he whispers, his voice tight with the last remnants of his self-control. “Fuck me, baby. You do it so well.”

That sets you off. You abandon the slow rock of your hips and fuck him desperately. Your hips meet his in a sloppy rhythm. It’s a race towards the finish, towards satisfaction. You lean back, balancing your hands on Bradley’s knees in search of that angle that’ll have you seeing stars.

“Right there, right there, right there,” Bradley groans through gritted teeth. “That's right. Take it, honey. Use my cock and make yourself come. Wanna feel you dripping all over me. Shit.” A long, drawn out sound as your cunt squeezes around him, making his hips buck up to yours.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whine. Your nails dig shallow marks down his chest.

“Yeah. I know, sweetheart. I know.” He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in time with the sloppy grind of your hips. “Wanna come, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You nod. “So bad.”

“Whatever you want. It’s all yours, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His jaw clenches, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s so close to the edge. And you’re millimeters away from it yourself.

You squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on the slick circles he thumbs against your clit. Warmth bursts low in your belly, growing ever brighter with each needy roll of your body. Between the thumb on your clit, and the gruff praises Bradley whispers, you’re wrecked. Shattered. Barely hanging on to your sanity.

“Gonna come,” you whimper.

“There’s my girl. That’s it, baby,” Bradley praises, making your stomach flip. “Let go for me.”

Your thighs grow taut, legs trembling around his waist as you reach the blissful peak. You fall against Bradley’s chest, but he’s right there, sturdy and strong. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as his hips fuck up into you, shoving you deeper into the throes of passion.

“Fuck, honey. Shit. Feel so good when you come.” Bradley’s right behind you, coming inside you with a strangled groan. His grip on your body so tight, you know you’ll have some bruises on your hips tomorrow.

You melt into his arms, body lax against his as your heartbeat resumes a normal pace.

Bradley nudges his nose against yours and kisses your lips sweetly. “You good?” He asks.

“Better than good. On Cloud 9, actually.” You run your fingers through his hair and play with his damp curls. “Feel free to wear that shirt more often.”

He laughs. “Oh, I will. Especially if it’ll lead to this.” Bradley smacks your ass.

You give him a smirk. “I never stood a chance. You know what they say about giving a woman margaritas.”

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 2 years ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 4

One God to Another | Loki x Reader

Loki begins your training at an unexpected moment, but you both end up learning something new.

Warnings: Loki gets wet! Suggestive descriptions. Reader is still locked up :(

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Loki sauntered out of the room, hiding his eagerness to see you behind his veil of teasing. Although he would’ve liked to go directly to your room, he detoured to Dr Banner’s lab at the request of Stark’s robot assistant. The god wasn’t particularly fond of disembodied, omniscient voices telling him what to do, that was more his game, but he followed the directions to Dr Banner’s lab nonetheless.

“Doctor,” he nodded, leaning against the large desk and folding his arms across his chest.

Bruce barely looked up from the complicated diagram infront of him. Loki knew that his presence made the man uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help how others reacted to him.

“Loki, she really seemed to engage with you last time. Do you think you could ask about the Grandad? We couldn’t find any guardianship order or documents linking them. I don’t even think their DNA matches.” Bruce said, removing his glasses and wiping them on his white lab coat. He looked up at Loki then, through blurry eyes, as if staring straight at the man would turn him to stone.

“Do you have a lot of experience with women, Doctor Banner?” Loki drawled, looking at his long fingers and neat nails.

Bruce flushed cherry red in answer.

“I find that women do not respond to being interrogated.” Loki pulled the cuffs of his shirt down and the starched fabric became tighter, moulding to his muscular torso and broad shoulders.

“We just need the information, Loki. Not a date.” Bruce grumbled. “Just ask her.”

“Ask her?”

“About her Grandad,” Bruce was clearly frustrated, but kept his voice to a quiet hiss, still hidden behind his workbench.

“Hmmm…no. I’ll talk to her how I want, I’ll do what I want and what’s more, so will she.” Loki walked backwards towards the door, “and maybe, if you all behave, I’ll share with you.” He gave one last smirk before pushing both doors open and striding back into the corridor.

Loki knocked on the locked door of your room, you'd made it clear you wanted respect and, what's more, Loki believed you deserved it. An honour that he knew you didn't yet understand.

“Yes?” When he pressed the intercom button, he heard your voice as a thin, wary whisper.

He entered slowly and smiled as you turned to greet him, the bracelet on your wrist caught the sun, sending sparkles of green dancing over the white clinical surfaces. He wasn’t sure if you would want to keep it on but his chest swelled at the sight of his colours complimenting you so well.

“Loki!” You smiled when you saw him, when was the last time anyone had smiled at his presence? “You came back!”

“I promised I would, did I not?” He grinned as you reached out your hand to him.

“I wanted to show you something.” You pulled him over to the smaller mirror, the real mirror, that was placed over the wash basin.

Standing in front of him you stared at your reflection, concentration written on your brow. Loki stared too and then, in the corner of your eye, a gold fleck appeared. You smiled and then gold took over the whole of your left iris and then the right.

You looked at him through the mirror, “I did that, I thought about it and I did it."

You swivelled to face him and he couldn’t help but touch you, hands on each cheek, to better examine your changing countenance and your beaming smile.

“Very good Little ásynja, it seems you did not need my assistance after all.”

“Oh no, I do, I do. This took all morning. I want to do more, I want to control my hair and my height - and -and I want to stop people being uncomfortable around me. I want them to kiss the right people, not me, and -”

Loki ran his thumb over your bottom lip to quiet your rambling. It was a risk, but you didn’t seem to mind the attention or the touch, in fact the air got thicker in the room the longer he touched you, hot and close, his heart sped up again and sweat formed on his brow.

“Little ásynja we can practise all of those things, but we should start small.”

“Yes, teach me please.” You bounced on your heels, a glow filling the room as the sun hit full in the sky. Loki looked at his watch, 3pm. The sun was in the wrong place.

“Calm down, please. Darling,” he smoothed a hand over your hair and down your back, stilling you for a moment. “First let us find you some calm and then we will practise a simple trick.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, you must be calm so you can free your mind to explore your magic. What would make you relaxed?” Loki had a good idea of what he’d like to do to help relax you, something akin to his last visit but maybe with less clothing, but considering the sun was still in the wrong place and he wasn’t entirely sure you’d noticed, he decided to take it slow. “A bath maybe?”

You nodded, “that would be wonderful, the shower here is horrible.”

Loki waved a hand, checking for cameras and dropping fabric across the mirror again.

“A bath sounds like a good idea,” another wave and a huge copper bath appeared, high at the back with a small table next to it covered in coloured bottles and squares of lined cloth.

“Incredible,” you breathed, running a finger along the top edge, “it’s warm!” You let out a giggle and Loki could see how the mortals were so enamoured with you, your smile was infectious, bubbling as high as the bath. And as he looked at you, a feeling of joy washed over him too.

You looked around nervously, and Loki worried you might ask him to leave. Instead he resolved to make himself integral to your relaxation process, if he was indispensable then he could stay.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, “sometimes the women of Asgard would wear linen shifts when bathing in public,” his magic simmered and a soft white cotton shirt appeared around your body, a thin lace keeping it together between your breasts and collar bone.

“It’s comfortable,” you observed, playing with the lace.

“Good,” Loki smiled softly and held his hand out to help you over the tall side of the bath, and you paused there, your hand in his.

“The room isn’t very relaxing,” you glanced at the medical bed, the plain table and small window.

“Agreed," a gold halo surrounded the room, the walls darkening into wood panels, the tiny window widening into a fireplace complete with roaring fire.

“Loki, it's beautiful,” you breathed. And there was that smile again, so genuine and warm. Loki tipped his head towards the bath and supported your weight as you climbed in.

Settling against the high copper back of the bath, you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of the water soothing your body. The shift floated around you, giving you a distinctly angelic air that had Loki's trousers feeling uncomfortably tight.

Loki watched the pearls of water move across your body as you made waves with your hand, the smell of lavender oil permeating the room.

He took the opportunity to study your relaxed posture, no hint of inhibition when you put yours hands on the side of the bath. Loki could see your nipples, soft and pebbled, under the translucent linen and he ached to lean forward - to climb in - to sit behind you and hold you and be the one that grounded you in your body before he helped you unleash your magic.

Loki was clouded with lust, dizzy, the room was too hot and the steam rising from the bath was creating mist on the windows and mirror.

He reached a hand in, tracing down your side with his finger, his fingertips touched the underside of your breast lightly and you sucked in a breath, holding still.

Loki looked up, catching your eyes, trapped by the black and gold that stared back. So unnatural that the hair stood up on the back of his neck. The ends of your hair stuck to your shoulders and he couldn't quite catch the colour or the texture as it shimmered and changed, your magic evaporating from you like steam and you were staring at him, boring into his soul.

“Shall we do some magic?” You asked, reaching a damp hand out to him and flicking scented water over his face.

Anger flashed through Loki's mind, immediately replaced by confusion when he saw your face, a smile at the corner of your lips. You were…playing with him.

And then the smile fell and he studied your face. Were you nervous now? When you were so happy and relaxed before.

Maybe his anger had shown too much, his confusion that anyone would want to play with or tease him, and you had retreated into yourself.

Loki steeled himself, trying to release the side of his mischief that had been hidden for a long time, the side that laughed and joked and wanted to make others laugh too.

He pulled his hand back and scooped up the water, splashing you back.

Now it was your turn to sit in shock and his heart beat loud in his ears, waiting for you to react.

Water trickled down over your cheeks and lips as they turned up into a broad smile and he matched it, flicking water from the ends of his fingers and revelling in the sound of your giggles.

His magic welled inside of him, roiling and rising at it had a thousand years ago when he was a God, and not an invader, he felt his sedir deep within himself, connected to you and Midgard. The vacant feeling that missed Asgard was hollow, but surrounded by new branches, new links, and for once he didn’t feel unwell or tired. He felt like a God.

You played for a while, splashing water and allowing Loki to cast charms on the water that made waves appear, a row of magical ducklings, paddling towards you and from the depths of bath, a miniature whale, blowing fireworks as it breached the surface, it’s wide tail splashing you on it’s return to the deep.

He was incredible, this god before you, funny and kind and handsome. You knew his past, of course, but it was hard to believe that this Loki would willingly harm others. Tricks and mischief were one thing, that he radiated from his very being, but evil? Cruelty? It didn’t seem possible.

“Let us begin with an easy trick, one of my favourites," Loki said, and a small jug appeared in his hand. He filled it from the bath, while your keen eyes followed his every move until his arm snapped forward and he poured the jug over your head without warning.

Loki sat back on his heels and watched as you spluttered.

“Loki! What are you doing!”

He sat back with a grin. “Dry your hair.” He ordered, crossing his arms across his chest and leaving a damp spot on the sleeve of his shirt where he tucked his hands.

You glared at him, and then reached a hand out of the bath for a towel, but he closed his hand around wrist and slowly lowered it back into the water, “with magic,” he encouraged.

“How?”

“Just, think about it. Imagine how you want your hair to look after. You want it to be dry, but eventually you can practise changing the style, the colour, the textures. We won’t change the length or colour today, just dry it.”

You turned away from him and scrunched your face up in concentration, just dry it indeed, as if it was that simple! He couldn’t help but smile, you just looked so cute with your eyes closed, focussing so hard. The thought of you laughing and smiling with him again was in his head before he could do anything to stop it.

As the God of Mischief, Loki had spent a good deal of his childhood playing tricks and games, making fun and pulling pranks. As an adult he had assumed that he needed to evolve his pranks, make them grander. But perhaps this easy jesting was what his heart truly needed. He felt light and carefree watching you splutter as, rather than dry, your hair seemed to get wetter and heavier. Your nose wrinkled and the ends of your hair began to lighten, no longer heavy and weighed down with water.

“Ásynja, look,” you opened your eyes and looked into the small mirror Loki held for you, grinning at your reflection.

“It’ll take ages for the rest to dry though,” you grouched, touching the top of your head which was still soaking wet, but the ends were perfectly dry.

“You should be proud of your achievement,” Loki lifted your chin with a finger, “do you think those mortals can do this? No. It is hard because it is special. Again,” he snapped his fingers and water appeared above your head, dousing you once more.

“You bastard!” You laughed, snatching the jug and pouring water over him in return. Loki would normally have pulled his knives by now at such an insult, the bitter feeling of loneliness, of being the punchline of a thousand jokes for a thousand years mellowing into a distant hum as you giggled at him through your own wet hair. And Loki laughed too, a deep rumbling laugh that broke out of him and filled the room until you were both sucking in your breath, hiccuping and clutching your sides.

Loki managed to calm down long enough to bring you both back to your lesson. His smile lingered at the corners of his lips when he spoke again.

“Watch, think about being dry, picture it. And-” Loki moved his neck, the water vanishing from his shoulders and hair, the trickle on his nose gone.

You stared, in awe, and then your features shifted into a determined stare. “I think it’s harder when I’m still in the water,” you stood then, unabashed, and climbed out of the tub, dripping on the floor until a rug appeared under your feet.

You closed your eyes, clenched your fists and muttered to yourself, shifting your body as Loki had. The feeling of clinging linen was gone, instead you felt warm but dry, the hair stuck to your face was now perfectly dry and styled. You cracked one eye open and caught your reflection in Loki’s mirror.

“I did it!”

“Well done Ásynja, darling you’re doing so well!” Loki glowed with pride, you were learning quickly, discovering the depths of your magic with precision and focus.

“Now we have learnt some magic for you to practise, what else do you desire?” Loki had been hoping to guide you to himself as he watched your nipples harden under the linen of your shift.

You walked to the fireplace peering at it and inspecting the mantle that Loki had created.

“I want out of this room.” You said seriously “I won’t be a danger, I promise, I just want to be free.”

“I will do my best, darling, but you must understand they do not trust me either.”

“What about your brother?”

“Thor?”

“Yes, can he help? I’ll promise him to be good too, I really won’t start any fires,” Loki felt a little sick at the thought of you speaking to Thor, it hadn’t crossed his mind that at some point he’d have to share your attention with anyone else, especially not another God. And that you would be ‘good’, he didn’t want you to be good for anyone. He wanted you to be carefree, daring, perhaps even a little wicked. He wanted to be the one to set you free. He hadn’t realised how lonely he had this time with you, his icy demeanour thawing under the rays of your smile.

“I can discuss the matter with him,” Loki agreed. “He has their favour so may be of use.”

There was a curt knock at the door, Loki was still being heavily monitored and he was sure they wouldn’t be happy about the curtain or him breaking the cameras again.

“I must go, my Little Ásynja, I will return as soon as I can,” the glimmer that Loki had created around the room changed and the sterile environment reappeared.

You took Loki by the hand and squeezed for a second, “I’ll miss you,” you gave him a shy smile and he bent down in return, aiming to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. But you turned your head, pressing your petal soft lips against his and stole a single kiss.

Loki, surprised and flustered by such a bold move, only stepped back, attempting to rein in his control.

“I shall miss you too darling, but I will be back.” He closed the door behind him, taking one last look at you before the lock slammed into place.

Loki found Thor in the main common room deep in conversation with his fellow Avengers.

“Brother, what have you discovered?!” Thor waved him closer, patting the seat next to him on the sofa.

“Why do you keep covering the mirror,” Steve asked, fiercely, speaking over Thor. Loki decided to ignore him. Your need for privacy was obvious, if the Captain couldn’t understand that then it was beyond explanation.

“You must release her. Give her a real room. Under my tutelage she is gaining control of her powers. She has not changed appearance, she is the same height. And she managed some simple magic today. Have no fear, mortals, the girl is no danger, just a little…wild, that’s all.” Loki took the seat next to Thor and inspected the cuffs of his shirt, the smell of lavender still clinging the the soft fibres.

“She is doing magic, that’s pretty dangerous.” Sam said, his concern clear but without judgement. Sam was calculating without being ruthless, like Bruce he merely wanted to understand the fullness of the situation before committing himself. Steve and Tony, on the other hand, seemed to take only a split second before becoming agitated.

“We don’t even really know who she is. She won’t even give us a name.” Steve said before turning to Loki. “But you, you call her something, what does it mean?” His tone took on an accusatory edge, his arms folded across his chest.

“Quit it Steve,” Sam tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to sit down again, “Loki is here to help.”

“What does he call her?” Thor asked, gleefully, leaning forwards in his chair.

“Would you like me to continue to teach her to control her magic? Because she requires freedom, air, access to the elements and to peace.”

“No.” Steve insisted.

“I understand,” Loki began to tease. “She is far too terrifying a being to bring out here, with your-” Loki waved his hand at the assembled group “-’heroes’. We wouldn’t want to frighten them with their own secretive, lusty, thoughts.” Loki kept his eyes trained keenly on the Captain while he lifted an eyebrow, itching for him to fight back, to fall into his traps.

“Assinyar or something, ” Steve answered Thor.

“Ásynja?” Thor asked, gleefully.

“Yes!”

Thor looked at Loki, half with love and the other half brotherly mischief, and tipped his head to the side.

“Ásynja, is that so?” Thor appeared to think for a moment, before settling back on Steve. “Loki is right.” Thor agreed, and the god almost fell off his chair, “if she is to be an Avenger she must learn with the group.”

Loki smiled genially, “Thank you, Thor.” But deep down his heart clenched at the thought of handing you over to the Avengers for good.

To Loki’s relief plans had been put in motion to secure you a new lodging in the compound and it wasn’t long until he was was called down to your new room, according to Bruce you would see no one but Loki, even if it was to grant you some form of freedom around the compound. Your bedchamber was to be opposite Loki’s in the guest suite and, for insurance, Thor had been moved as well. Loki assumed Thor would be put out by his move, but he instead seemed thrilled to be taking part in such menial tasks as moving his clothes, treating the entire morning as a jolly game while Loki’s thoughts swirled frantically.

Loki had been delighted by the news, appearing early and trimmed out in his finest Asgardian leathers to accompany you around the compound to your new quarters. But he was still uneasy about the Avenger’s involvement and, somewhere deep down, concerned about your true nature.

All thoughts were forgotten as soon as you smiled at him though, taking his hand in your own and walking close by his side back to your new rooms.

“They don’t like me anymore,” you’d mumbled, taking an extra step to keep up with his long strides.

“They are selfish. They are fickle. They are mortal. We must make allowances.” Loki answered, briskly, tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“You keep saying they are mortal like I’m not. What did you see when you saw my memories?” You came to a stop and stood before him, hands on your hips as your piercing gaze bore into his own.

Loki was taken aback, he hadn’t realised you were aware of him entering your thoughts. He was speechless, how was he to explain what he had seen?

“Let us sit down, darling,” Loki looked very serious and it did nothing to fade your fears. “If I tell you all now, well, I don’t know what would happen. I believe the common parlance on Midgard is 'blow your mind’?”

“Wow, okay. So. That bad?” You chewed your lip.

“You remember your Grandfather, yes”

“Yes”

“When did you go to live with him Ásynja?”

“When I was very young.”

“And do you know your age, have any pictures or memories, school books? Do you mean you were a babe in arms, or a child?”

“Well, no,” you looked frightened suddenly, your eyes darting back and forth as you dove into your memories. He was right, you couldn’t remember.

“No. Because, my darling, he was not your grandfather. I have yet to discover who he truly is because you don’t know.”

“That means, at some point, I did at least know that he wasn’t my Grandad?”

You were smart, he liked that.

“Perhaps, yes.”

“Why did I stay? Why was I there then?”

“Darling you were drugged. Sedated. Kept there. You are much older than they thought and t that old man and he is not your grandfather.”

“Wait, what, go back. How old am I?”

“So as to avoid 'blowing your mind’ let’s go backwards slowly so you can get used to it. If you were, say, twenty-five,you would have been born in the late 1990s. But I have seen your memories of you at Glastonbury, 1970.”

“Wow, as, like, a kid?” You sat heavily on one of the modern leather couches dotted about the corridors.

“No,” Loki put his hands on either side of your face, “just like this, except you were powerful, in control. You’ve done this before, that’s how I know you can control these powers.” Standing over you like this, he blocked the light until all you could see was his serious face looking back. Loki concentrated on the memory he had seen and he could feel you searching for it too as he slipped back inside of your memories. You smiled as the images came flooding back, the smell of beer and flowers and patchouli oil, the feel of the sun on her bare skin, long linen skirts wrapping around her knees and ankles as she danced in circles.

You pulled away with a gasp, “Have you told the others?”

“No,” Loki looked affronted. “Of course not.”

“Okay, good. Good.” You chewed the tip of your thumb again absently. Loki reached his hand over to your mouth, brushing your thumb away with his own.

“And I never will unless you want me to.” He insisted, cupping your cheek in one broad hand. He was as cool as always, but it was a welcome relief to your heated body. Whatever was going on was deeper than you’d thought, just some mutant gene that had been dormant during your childhood. To be alive in 1970 and still looking as you did…that was something more.

“Let’s keep it between us.” You waved a hand between the small gap between you both and how could he do anything but obey when you looked at him like that.

Loki nodded, taking your hand and leading you further down the corridor towards your new rooms, you were silent for a while and then, as if struck by lightning, you were full of energy.

“Well. Now I know I’m powerful, I can show you something!” You looked excited and Loki brimmed with pride that he had brought this excitement, this assurance, out of you. “I’ve been practising.”

Loki knew you had, your appearance had been stable for the last three days, even when you were angry you’d manage to maintain yourself. Plus, he had heard you training, muttering encouragement to yourself as you stared in the mirror. All you had to say was his name and it became a prayer chant in his mind.

You took Loki’s hand between your small palms, one hand above and one below. When you pulled them away you slowly revealed a thin silver ring with a delicate, dark sapphire set deep into the band.

“A gift,” you whispered looking up at him through your lashes, “from one god to another.”

And he kissed you, he couldn’t help it, you were all consuming. Your magic tangible, drawing him closer until he was engulfed by it, swallowed in the glow that you created, the sunlight and heat spreading from your body across and mixing with the crackle of his own magic. Was it sedir or lust at your fingertips, he couldn’t tell until they burnt him.

Loki took your wrists, holding you away from him with a jovial smile.

“Darling, please desist from burning me."

<<Part 3

Part 5>>

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Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

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A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?” you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

#x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic

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vidalinav · 6 months ago

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Stu(died) Bonus Scene 1

Summary: This is how Nesta gets Cassian's hoody.

Nesta heads to the campus library after her shift and it’s not to study. It’s to feel paper on her fingertips. To hide behind a shelf and sit at the bottom, wading through carpeted seas. There’s something about the smell of books. Home is not a place that is hours away, but a place between pages that she can’t begin to fathom or feel.

Nesta can read it though.

She can smell it.

And yes, maybe the semester is getting a little too heavy and so her thoughts are weighing down on her. If only she could carry a thousand books instead of working another shift, or writing another paper, or twisting her brain to remember every detail of a lecture. Her professors are starting to sound like the adults in Charlie Brown. Wha wha’s instead of the explanation on the electrical activity of the heart.

Rip out her aorta, already. Each ventricle and vein. Press words instead of notes into the cavity. Nesta wants it to fill her... to feel full... to feel... happy again.

Because she’s starting to feel only tired.

And yes, she needs sleep. A shower. Some food. But Nesta thinks of books instead of walking home after her shift. She lugs herself to the elevator, presses the button for the fourth floor and she breathes in the smell of old paper.

No one will ask where she is. Nesta works too much for anyone to guess that she might not be where she’s supposed to be, so hours will pass between shelves and there’s nothing romantic about the way her arms hug her knees, because no one else will be there to hug her. Because who will care about her if all she does is work?

But Nesta won’t cry.

Or at least she says she won’t. She’ll let the books calm her back into decency and composure. Enough to go home and do her homework for the night, because it’s still due in the morning.

Everything seems to be due tomorrow and the night arrives sooner than she thinks.

Nesta’s not crazy enough to sleep here, but she knows some people will. It’s easy to do when there are students gulping down Red Bulls until their body is 70% caffeine. There’s only so many all-nighters you can pull, before the inevitable crash, but Nesta has not pulled her fair share.

In fact, there’s nothing really wrong.

Or at least she says there isn’t.

She’s alone on a Thursday and tomorrow it'll be Friday and her friends will be planning a movie while Nesta thinks of work. Shifts in between studying.

But she’s used to it. She’s done this before. Nesta does this every semester... and every semester more, she scurries through the shelves, peaking through hallways. Every semester she sits on the floor, waiting for books to tell her how she feels.

Nesta doesn’t truly know.

Most of the time in the library, well... she’s annoyed. Irritated at something Cassian says or the way he doesn’t do what she tells him. She fumes, nagging and bitter as she taps at his textbook and for some reason that feels... good.

It at least feels better than this. This awful, nothing feeling. This tired, resigned woe. This if no one knows I exist, do I? feeling.

Will this be her life for four more semesters?

Nesta sighs, squeezing tighter at her knees.

And it's dark by the time Nesta leaves. As she walks out of the library, the night takes a bite... a little nibble before Nesta stops at a lamp post, safe in its shade.

And... well, night is only scary for women, she thinks.

That must be what sits on her chest, maybe.

There’s a story that people pass around like nighttime fairytales about a girl who was stabbed on campus three years ago. It’s why their campus has emergency alarms at every corner and why there’s a buddy system for late night trips back home.

But Nesta doesn’t think to call them. Nesta does everything herself.

Alone, she thinks... and it might not be fear that sits there, peeking through her skin.

It roars, she knows—that feeling.

The night is only scary for women.

That’s the greatest knowledge she’s learned and perhaps there is one feeling she can name instead of numbness. This great big... unfairness. Quiet in the solid night.

It is unfair that she is her. That she is a woman. It is unfair she is a student. That she is not even a rich student. That she has to study. That days pass and she studies. That years pass, and she’ll study for those too.

It is quite unfair that she is not a frat boy.

Not a privileged little frat boy whose dues would pay for her tuition... or her books... or her food. Three jobs? They’ve never heard of work.

Cassian has sure never heard of work. He eats privilege for breakfast. With his little silver spoon.

So, she doesn’t know why she calls him. She presses her thumb to the number before she can convince herself against it.

Nesta can hear laughter in the background. Giggling and bright.

Feminine.

“Nesta?” He answers, and his voice is rough with concern. Not at all with curiosity, though she’s never called him before.

“Cassian,” she breathes and there must be something in the sound of her voice. Something that means no arguing. No questions asked except for one.

“Nesta, where are you?”

She looks around the buildings. The yellow brick beneath her shoes could lead anywhere. To the library. To the closed restaurants stuck in dorm halls. “I’m on campus. Near... the business hall.”

“Wait there and I’ll come get you,” he says and for once Nesta doesn’t argue with him.

The lamp posts illuminate pockets of an abandoned campus, and the light means someone else exists. Nesta needs only to reach out a hand and he’ll be standing there.

Because she called.

Because he worries for her. She can hear it in his voice on the phone.

When he comes running, Cassian’s in pajama pants and a white tee. In the dark, his chest looks like the moon. He has his hoodie crumpled in his hands, and he holds out the shaded red urging her take it.

“It’s freezing out here,” she replies, tucking her hand into her pockets as if that might make him pull it back. Out of reach where her hands can’t grasp it without her permission.

“I know,” he says, firmly, “so wear my hoodie so you don’t freeze to death. You didn’t bring a coat?”

“It was warm earlier. I didn’t think I would be here this long.”

Cassian’s hair flops around his face as he tilts his head, scrunching up his brows. “Why were you? Didn’t you work today?”

“I just lost track of time,” she answers dismissingly. It's technically true, though she supposes time is not so easily tracked when she is often running out of it. She can’t stop thinking about classes, about money, about the future, about her lack of time. So Nesta shrugs. “The library makes me... calm—Why are you laughing?”

Cassian’s grin gets wider at her derisive tone. “I’ve just seen you get mad at me so many times in that library, I have a hard time imagining it makes you calm.”

Nesta can’t help but huff as she crosses her arms. She can feel the wind, her short-sleeved shirt barely covering anything. Cassian doesn’t seem to like that. He frowns at her arms, his brows permanently engraved.

“Still, take my hoodie,” he urges, “I don't like seeing you shiver when there’s a perfectly good hoodie right here going to waste.”

Cassian holds it out for her, but Nesta doesn’t want to take it. It seems too intimate. She doesn’t want to feel the cloth on her skin, warm from his body, wonder if that’s how his hugs must feel. She doesn’t want to know what he smells like, if she’ll ever be able to wash it off as if it permanently marks her skin.

Would she be okay with that—with having an essence of him burned into her memory? She thinks of those moths. They dive in out of light sockets because they can’t resist the glow. Is it his hoodie that she can’t resist? The color, it’s warmth. Is it him she moves to as he walks in the moon’s magic veil?

She can hear the buzz of bulbs of lamp posts and wonders if that’s an invitation to speak. She wonders if this is an invitation to wrap her arms around him and sink... to feel warmth where there is none.

To the moths, the moon is trapped in a lightbulb. To Nesta, the moon is captured on Cassian’s chest, and it might be a perfectly good place to rest her head for a while, if only she did not fear what that would make her feel.

It’s only as Cassian dips his head to catch her eyes that Nesta realizes she’s been staring at his bright white t-shirt.

“I can’t take it,” she says.

“It won’t bite Nesta, what are you afraid of?”

You, she wants to speak.

“Your cleaning habits,” she says instead.

Cassian rolls his eyes, but his hand still reaches out for her, that hoodie grasped in his palm.

Take it, the gesture says.

Nesta has never been fond of people telling her what to do.

“Cassian walked you home?” Gwyn asks. Nesta tries to hold the hoodie behind her back, but nothing can hide Cassian’s massive sweatshirt in her hands.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” Emerie says as she rubs a towel through her waves.

Nesta shrugs, “just the first number I saw.”

But she doesn’t let them ask any more questions before going to her room.

It’s late after all.

And in her room, when she’s supposed to be studying, Nesta looks to her bookshelf, then to the window where a white house sprawls across the lawn like a blinding star. The pen is already in her hand when her gaze drifts to paper. She thinks of his name in the corner of the first page and her pen moves across the third where chemical bonds are sprawled in light green.

I wish I could bottle every moment with you and keep it in a jar. Safe where I can see it.

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I told you I was back. Also college is hard y’all. I had to write something that captured that. Also every detail about campus was my campus!

Next chapter has tinges of nesta being sad and why so I had to set up some sort of transition.

#nesta archeron #nessian #cassian #stu(died)#vidalinav writes stu(died)#vidalinav writes fanfic

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charismaticprincess · 7 days ago

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Roses for You, Violets for Her

Chapter 1

You should never lurk in the places you shouldn’t be in, I’ve learned that the hard way. It wasn’t my fault, I became too obsessed. I wanted more and I got what I asked for. I didn’t mean to end up flat on my ass hoping to find the answers that were never there to begin with. This was a secret and a burden I had to keep, no one could find out. I have to keep them and myself safe, even if it means getting rid of anyone who gets too close to discovering the truth. I mean, why was I even involved with them? Was I just looking for a reason to finally do something with my boring life?

I watch them everyday. I watch them get on the school bus, I watch them on their way home from school, I watch them sneak off into the night. I’ve always had my eye on them for quite some time now. I first noticed them when I was in the corner. My lips were pressed against one of those cheap, colorful cups that you can buy at the local 99 Cent Store. The music was bouncing off of the walls, girls dancing on guys that were way too old for them, someone vomiting in the kitchen sink. Until I saw the way they walked through the door and the way they immediately followed, single file into the kitchen to grab a drink.

I backed off of the wall, my lips fell from the plastic cup that was in my hand. Something about them, them as a group, pulled me and twisted something inside of me. Their aura seemed to glow so brightly, almost like angels had just walked through the door to the party of Hell. The way they glared at the girls who sat on the laps of the guys who were again, way too older for them. The girls would eventually look guilty and move away from the men, some would even leave with the look of embarrassment and shame on their faces.

A dirty blonde girl was the first one to enter the door. She had smokey black eyeshadow and fishnets that had too many rips in them. Her dirty blonde hair looked unbrushed but it was aesthetically pleasing to look at. Her mini skirt and cropped top were basic, her eye makeup was enough to make her stand out; I think she knew that when she walked through that door. Her icy blue eyes made her makeup stand out even more, paired with a nude lip combo. She had silver hoops and a black, velvet choker that looked like one you would buy from Rue 21. Her black combat boots were heavy, you could hear every step she took on the wooden floor on the way to the kitchen. To be honest, it looked like she had just gotten out of the military with the outfit she had on.

There was another blonde following right behind her. Her hair was almost white from how blonde it was. It was tied into braided pigtails with pink and blue ribbon at the ends, tied into little bows. She wore Mary Janes with knee highs that had big white bows at the ends of them. Her dress flowed just above her knee highs, it resembled one of those lingerie dresses from the thrift store. Her eyes were like big black orbs, they looked like they could pop out of her skull if someone bumped into her. Her eyes were covered in eyeliner and glitter, the chunky kind of glitter that’s a pain to take off. She also wore a choker and a black beaded rosary around her twig neck.

The girl that caught my eye the most was the last girl that followed behind the blondes. A small brunette with hair that was all the way to her waist. She had her gaze averted down, avoiding anyone who even dared to look at her. I didn’t get a good look at her eye color the first time I saw her, but I couldn’t stop looking at how long her hair was. It was like her own personal curtain that she was hiding behind. She wore a white button up with a black mini skirt, the top two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned. A small cross necklace made of gold was reflected through the flickering neon lights of the party. Her legs were covered by the fabric of pitch black thigh highs, and her feet by a pair of grey UGGS with two ribbons on the back of them. She looked like she didn’t even want to be here, as if she were dragged into this party by the two blondes in front of her.

I watched as they walked into the kitchen, passed the pillar to where they were no longer in my sight. I sipped on my plastic cup full of Smirnoff, the liquor stinging me as it slid down my throat. I sighed softly, “Why am I here?” I didn’t see a point in being here any longer, but my only reason for staying anyway was the three girls that just walked in. They stood out like no other. Maybe it was because I was drunk already, but I swore I saw a Halo above the platinum blonde girls’ head, and bunny ears on the dark haired girl. Was it Halloween? I was too drunk to even remember what time it was, whether it was late or not. I mean, there were pumpkin and skeleton decorations all around the house. Some pumpkins were smashed, which was ironic because Soma by The Smashing Pumpkins was blaring on the speakers. Someone was dancing with a skeleton and a group of people were throwing another one around in the pool with their soaked costumes that looked glued to their skin.

Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, either dancing on someone or swaying with no one. I closed my eyes, my lips pressed against the cheap plastic cup once more. The music got louder and louder, everyone’s conversations beginning to be drowned out by the music. Suddenly, without warning, you could hear police sirens in the distance. Everyone seemed to know exactly where they were headed. All the conversations stopped and everyone looked towards the front door, the police sirens got closer and closer. Soon, everyone was running, girls grabbing their purses and stuffing high end liquor bottles in them. Guys were jumping the fence into the neighbor’s house and hurrying out of the pool, grabbing their girlfriend’s hand to help them out. The three girls looked frightened, but also as if they’ve been in this situation before. I looked over towards the kitchen, suddenly my feet started to move to the girls in the kitchen, who just stood there by the kitchen island. I was pushed and shoved as I tried to make my way through the cloud of people in revealing costumes.

I made it to the kitchen, the dark haired girl was sitting on the floor, her back leaned up against the counter. I grabbed her wrist and finally saw the color of her eyes. Her big hazel eyes looked at me, as if I was looking at a timid bunny. I pulled her up and looked at the other girls, who were already looking at me with a glare, “You need to go.” The dirty blonde sneered at me, her eyes narrowing, “What makes you think we're going to go with you?” The dark haired girl spoke up, her voice quiet but it had a firm tone to it.

“Melissa, we need to go. We don’t need to spend the night in jail again because you wanted another drink.”

Melissa looked at her and scoffed. She put down her cheap, pink plastic cup and looked at the dark haired girl again. Her eyebrows raised and a smirk that lingered on her lips, “Look at you, standing up to me. Don’t you dare forget that I’m the one that made you, Courtney. You were nothing without me, but a sweaty overweight whore, who sat at the back on Mr. Leonard's English class,” Courtney, the dark haired girl, looked embarrassed and ashamed. The police sirens drew nearer. I tugged at Courtney’s arm and shouted at the three of them, “I don’t have time for this and neither do you girls–you need to leave, now!” Melissa scoffed and grabbed the platinum blonde girl's hand and ran with her towards the front door, but they’ve forgotten about Courtney. She looked at me, I saw myself in her big brown eyes. Her lips moved but nothing came out, her skinny arm slipped out of my grip. I watched her run through the kitchen to the front door. I stood in the kitchen, blankly staring at the spot she was just in. It was like her ghost was still in the kitchen with me. I blinked three times before slipping out the back door and jumping the fence into the neighbor's backyard.

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wenclairfamily · 1 year ago

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Wednesday and Enid's Future Daughter Stars in: "Ana's Amazing Adventure"

Story Summary: With adulthood coming closer to her every day, teenage Anarchy "Ana" Addams (the daughter of Enid and Wednesday Addams) begins to contemplate what's next for her life, while helping out a new friend of hers... ;)

Prologue: Another Time... Another Place...

A school bell rang, and a teenage boy was running through the hallway of an ordinary high school. He then stopped at a corner of the hallway, and looked around the corner as if he was waiting for someone. A blonde girl then walked out from around the corner and began to open her locker. The teenage boy got excited, and then pretended to walk around the corner casually as he said, "Oh, hi Jennifer." The blonde girl Jennifer smiled as he said, "Oh hi Gerard. So... last day of class before summer break, huh?" Gerard leaned against a nearby locker as he calmly said, "Yeah. So... any fun plans for what you'll do in town this summer?" As Jennifer grabbed her belongings from her locker, she said, "Well I'm going to tour Europe with my parents all summer, so I won't be around." Gerard suddenly looked devastated, but tried to put on a calm face as he said, "Oh... I... I didn't realize." Then as Jennifer grabbed the last of her belongings, she said, "Yeah. Sorry we can't have our usual Thursday lunches together. I've enjoyed having them with you every week this school year. Anyway, better go. Don't wanna miss my bus." Jennifer then quickly walked off, while a frustrated Gerard said to himself, "Come on Gerard, say something to her. Don't say it in a text. You have to say it in person. Uggh." Then after a moment of looking nervous, Gerard rushed down the hall. Gerard then rushed out of the school building as he said, "Jennifer!" However Gerard only saw Jennifer's face in the window of a bus that was already moving away from the school. Gerard looked sad for a moment... but then he simply sighed and said, "Well... there's always next school year..."

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile... has always been a very different story... and that story is what we will be focusing on today...

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Fun But Shy Girl Presents...

Ana's Amazing Adventure

Ana Sinclair Addams was running through the woods as fast as she could while wearing a long purple coat and backpack. Sweat was covering her face, and her mouth was panting quickly, as her feet moved as fast as they could. Ana then heard the sound of feet from other people in the distance. Panicked, Ana tried to run faster. Then suddenly, a figure jumped down from a tree and landed in front of Ana. Ana froze for a moment, and then saw the figure was her sister: Harmony. Harmony then had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "You've gone too far this time Ana. You have to be stopped!" Ana then bolted away from Harmony as she yelled, "Now Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then Ana's cat jumped out from behind a tree and pressed a button on the ground. Suddenly a large heavy net dropped from the tress and caught Harmony inside of it. Ana's cat then jumped on Ana's shoulder, as a grateful Ana said, "Good work. Now lets go!"

Ana then ran towards the edge of a nearby cliff, and then froze for a moment as she stood over the ledge of the cliff. Then Ana heard another familiar voice say, "You can run, but you can't hide." Then Ana turned her head, and saw her mom: Enid emerging from the darkness of a nearby cave. Then Enid had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "Ana, I may be your mother... but this ends now!" Ana suddenly heard the sound of a train, and then smiled as she said, "Excuse me mom... but I feel the need... the need for speed!" Then at the bottom of the cliff, a high speed train was rushing down a set of railroad tracks. Ana's cat jumped into a pocket in Ana's coat, and then Ana jumped off the cliff... and onto the speeding train.

Ana landed, and then gripped onto the train with her all her strength. Ana then crawled forward on the top of the train, and soon found a location between the train cars she could jump down into. Ana then quickly stepped into a storage compartment of the train, and stopped to breathe for a moment. Then Ana's cat poked his head out of Ana's pocket, looked behind Ana, and then made a loud meowing noise. Ana then saw Megan stepping out from behind some boxes while holding a sword out. Ana looked very annoyed as she yelled, "Oh, come on!" Megan smirked as she said, "Don't think I'm helpless Ana. I took your mother's self defense courses for the last two years now at Nevermore." Then Ana suddenly took out her own sword while saying, "And I've been taking my mother's self defense courses at home for the last sixteen years now. So you've got to ask yourself one question... Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

Megan then lunged forward at Ana with her sword. Ana quickly blocked Megan's attack with her own sword. Both girls then swung their swords back and forth at each other, as Megan tried to overpower Ana. Then suddenly Megan was able to trip Ana, causing Ana to drop her sword. As Ana laid on the ground, a determined Megan said, "It's over Ana. Give up." Then Ana grinned as she said, "You think I'm defenseless?" Then Ana pulled out of her backpack: a large hammer as she yelled, "Say hello to my little friend! For whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of being awesome!" Then suddenly lightning shot out of the hammer, which took the form of an energy blast, and pushed Megan to the ground. Ana's cat then looked at Ana while making a meowing sound. Ana then casually said, "Don't you start interrogating me about where I get my stuff Stormageddon the Conqueror. All you need to know is I simply found the hammer somewhere. What the people in the realm of Asgard don't know won't hurt them."

Then Ana heard the sound of the train stopping, while Megan slowly stood up as she said, "A little jolt won't stop me that easily. If I can survive making out with your sister in werewolf form, I can handle battling you." Then as Ana smirked, she held out her hammer as she said, "Guess I'm dropping the hammer. Sorry Megan, but... hasta la vista baby!" Then suddenly the window to the train burst open as Wednesday Addams came crashing through. Wednesday immediately threw a dagger at Ana's hammer so hard that it caused Ana to drop her hammer. Ana quickly looked scared as she tried to run. However Wednesday immediately threw rope at Ana's legs tying her up. Ana then laid on the ground as Wednesday picked up Ana's hammer, and then pointed it at her while saying, "Ana, my daughter... your nefarious plan has finally ended!" Then from a nearby door: Enid and Harmony walked in, while Enid said, "It's time to finally admit defeat." Then Ana groaned, rolled her eyes, and then said, "Okay! Fine! I'll give up the television remote!"

Then Ana took out of her backpack: a television remote, and then handed it to Enid. Harmony breathed a sigh of relief as she said, "Phew. Now we can avoid watching what Ana's choice would've been for family movie night." A frustrated Ana then said, "But I really wanted to get you guys into Bluey with a fun marathon of that series. The characters in that show are so lovable and nuanced! You just gotta give it a few more episodes, and then you'll be a Truey Bluey for life!" Then Megan held out a small portable safe, and while Enid put the remote in the safe, she said, "This remote is staying out of your hands for the next week young lady. Besides... you're gonna turn 18 years old next month. Maybe spend some less time watching TV, and more time thinking about your future. Anyway, I'm tired. Lets just postpone family movie night until next week." An excited Megan then said, "Oh boy. Maybe tonight Harmony, you and me can finally decide on our wedding song."

Then as Ana remained on the ground, she looked excited as she said, "Ooo! How about a Lady Gaga song!? I think Poker Face would make a perfect song to play for your first dance as a married couple." Harmony then glared at Ana as she said, "Ana, we are not playing Lady Gaga music at our wedding. I mean if we did that, why not ask a Koala Bear from Wyoming to serve exploding candy canes as hors d'oeuvres to the guests?" An excited Ana then said, "You actually read my list of ideas I sent you!?" Harmony rolled her eyes as everyone began to walk off the train. Ana then untied the rope from her legs, while her cat made a meowing noise. Ana then looked at her cat confused while she said, "What do you mean I could've just bought another television remote?"

***

That night, Ana laid in bed wearing purple pajamas. As she tried to fall asleep, Ana's eyes widened as she heard Harmony and Megan in the room next door making moaning noises. Ana then heard Harmony through the walls making a howling noise, as an excited Megan could also be heard saying, "Oh yes my little wolf. Huff and puff and blow me down!" Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she stood up and walked out of her bedroom. Then as Ana walked by Wednesday and Enid's bedroom, she heard Enid behind the door yelling, "Yes Wednesday! Harder! Smack me harder! Oh God, that feels amazing! Now stick the top of the paddle inside me!" Ana then looked horrified as she rushed down the stairs. Ana then walked into the kitchen where she saw her cat was pressing his paws on an iPad.

Ana then sat down looking disturbed as she said, "Stormageddon the Conqueror... we need to buy my moms and sister another layer of sound proof panels for their rooms. Three layers apparently isn't enough! By the way... what are you doing up so late?" Ana's cat then made a simple meowing noise. Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she said, "Okay, I didn't need to hear about your plans for your anniversary with Princess Snuggles at that cat hotel. What you and your kitty girlfriend do behind closed doors is your business." Ana then stood up and prepared to get some food. However as Ana walked around the kitchen, she saw brochures for colleges on the counter, along with ungraded test papers that belonged to Wednesday and Enid's Nevermore students on another counter. Ana then sighed as she said, "I need to take a walk. You wanna come Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana's cat made a happy meowing sound, and then jumped on Ana's shoulder.

***

In the middle of the night, Ana walked down a long dirt road under the moon light while wearing a dark purple coat. Ana's cat sat on Ana's shoulder looking content, while Ana walked looking a bit upset. Ana then saw an abandoned house, and curiously walked towards it. After breaking down a wooden barrier on a window, Ana stepped into the house. Seeing nothing was inside the mostly empty house, Ana then sat down as she said, "Is it wrong that I feel more comfortable right now in a creepy abandoned house than my own home?" Ana's cat then made a reassuring meowing noise. Ana sighed, and then and began to toss small orange rocks she saw on the ground.

As Ana gently threw the small orange rocks across the room, she looked upset as she said, "I don't know what I'm doing with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror. I mean... Harmony and Megan are soon going to go to college and forge a career path for themselves. Mom and mother have a great gig teaching at Nevermore Academy. You somehow became a millionaire overnight and are now the CEO of ten major companies. Everyone in my family has a sure thing they've got going for them, and have someone special in their life to share it with. But me... I don't know what I'm doing with my life, and I've got no one to do it with." Then Ana's cat made an angry meowing noise. Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "You know what I mean. Me and you will always be tight. However... it's just... being a bounty hunter that sometimes works with the government is just a part time thing, and running a school restaurant was never going to be a permanent job I'd keep. I still don't know what I wanna do long term with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror... and sadly... I'll probably never have anyone to experience it with romantically."

Then Ana picked up an orange rock off the ground, and then threw it hard at the nearby wall. Suddenly the orange rock broke, and a blue mist came out of it. The blue mist then took the form of a transparent blue teenager floating in the air as he yelled, "Finally! I've returned to the land of the living!" Ana looked very surprised as she said, "Who the heck are you supposed to be!?" The ghostly teenage boy then said, "Oh. Hi. I'm Gerard, and I know this may be hard to believe... but I'm a ghost." Then Ana casually said, "Oh. That's it? Okay." The ghostly boy Gerard looked confused as he said, "The fact that I'm a ghost appearing in front of you doesn't freak you out?" Then Ana leaned back as she calmly said, "Nah. One of my two moms and my sister are werewolves, I'm friends with a vampire and a siren, I've fought an army of lizard monsters once, spent several months hiding from a demon, met Santa Clause, traveled through time and almost undid my existence, and once got kidnapped by a dark alternate universe version of my mother. So meeting a ghost isn't too out of the ordinary for me."

The ghost: Gerard looked a bit confused as he said, "Oh. Well... okay. So... how long has it been since I died? It's hard to tell. Maybe you heard of me. I was on the academic decathlon team at my school, and we won first place back in the year..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she said, "Hold on. I recognize you now! You're Gerard Finolis. You're the teenager in town who died a year and a half ago. You were on the news because it's so rare to hear about a teenager dying from a heart attack." Gerard looked surprised as he said, "It's been over a year!? Wow. When you die, time passes by in such a strange nonlinear way. This is all just so weird. I mean... this is my home we're in, and it feels like I was walking in here just yesterday... but it's obviously been abandoned for quite some time now. Mom and dad must've found it hard to stay here after I died." A curious Ana then asked, "So what are you doing back on Earth as a ghost Gerard? Aren't you supposed to go to whatever happens next after you die?" Gerard sighed, and then said, "Yeah, but... there's something I really wanted to do before I died. So as I was beginning to pass on... I just focused really hard on that thing I wanted to do... and suddenly I was here."

Ana then looked more interested as she said, "Hey. I heard about this in my occult class once when one of my teachers at Nevermore Academy was talking about spirits and the afterlife. It's rare, but there are stories of people with super determined wills that are able to keep their spirits on Earth in the form of ghosts. Although it's supposed to only be possible if someone dies while holding onto some rare mineral." Gerard then put a hand on his ghostly chin as he said, "Well... when I died I was wearing this weird necklace that was made up of small orange rocks which my grandma gave me. She said it was made of some weird rare mineral that legend says helps people connect with spirits better. I just didn't think it meant I would be one of those spirits." Ana then looked at the orange stones on the ground as she said, "Someone in your family must've left the necklace you died in here when they abandoned the house. Your spirit must've been stored in one of the orange stones, and I guess I brought you out."

As Gerard began to float around the room, he said, "Whoa. This is just so weird. I mean... I'm not angry about dying. I'm not sure why, but I'm somehow perfectly at peace with that. But being here as a ghost... this is still so strange." Then an excited looking Ana said, "Ooo. We should totally test out what you can do! Can you go through walls?" Gerard then floated back and forth through some walls as he said, "Yeah. It looks like it." Then a smiling Ana said, "What about touching things?" Gerard then reached out and tried to touch a small table in the room, but his hand went right through it. Then Gerard looked annoyed as he said, "Uggh. You mean I can't feel things ever again!?" Then a happy looking Ana said, "Wait. Try to concentrate. Focus." Gerard then held out his hands towards the table... and then the table moved slightly. An excited Ana then said, "You did it!" Gerard smiled as he said, "Yeah. I didn't actually feel my hands touch it though. It was more like... I created a cold wind that simply pushed the table just a little bit."

Then a very excited Ana said, "How about possession? Just don't test it out on me." Ana's cat then suddenly had a nervous look on his face and tried to walk away. Then Gerard suddenly floated over Ana's cat... and then Ana's cat began to stand on two legs as it did the can can dance. Ana laughed, and after a moment: Gerard floated away from Ana's cat. Ana's cat then quickly got back on four legs, and looked angry as it hissed at Gerard. Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said "Sorry little kitty. Anyway, it didn't feel like I was doing mind control or straight up possession. I just sent an idea into your cat's head... and it simply did it." Ana then grinned as she said, "Oh, this is so awesome! Gerard, with my brains and your special abilities, we could rule the world... or get into movies for free. Hmm... I don't know which idea sounds better."

Then Gerard had a slightly sad look in his eyes as he said, "Well... I didn't fight with all my might to come back as a ghost for cheap tricks. You see... a short time before I died... there was a girl at school I liked... her name was Jennifer, and... I never got to tell her that I... I loved her. She was my best friend, and... I want her to know how much she meant to me, make sure she's okay... and look out for her." Then a smiling Ana said, "Aww. You wanna be like a guardian angel and look after your friend. That's sweet. You know what? I'll help you find your lady friend." An excited Gerard then said, "Really?" Then Ana crossed her arms as she said, "But you gotta do me one favor with your possession powers first." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Fine. What do you want me and my ghostly possession abilities to do for you?"

***

In the morning, Wednesday and Enid walked into the kitchen wearing black and pink night gowns respectively. As Enid stretched her arms, she said, "Mmm. That was wonderful last night Wens. Who knew you could get so much exercise in bed?" Then Harmony and Megan walked into the kitchen wearing matching purple night gowns as a smiling Harmony said, "Hey. Anyone else want cereal? I'm pouring a bowl for me." Then as all four women got their breakfast food prepared, a curious Enid asked, "Hey, did anyone hear a wolf howling last night? I kept hearing howls all night long." Then Harmony looked very nervous as she said, "Oh. Well... um..." Then as Megan sat down in a chair, she casually said, "Oh, that was Harmony in bed with me." Harmony's face suddenly went red as she said, "Megan!" Then a very startled Enid said, "Wait. You mean... you two... go at it... with Harmony wolfed out!?" Megan made a simple smile as she said, "Yes, and you can see from the lack of scratches on me that your daughter treats me very gently. So don't worry. Also, she's very careful to never crush me when on top." Then Harmony covered her face as she said, "You cannot be talking about this in front of my moms."

Enid now looked very stunned as she said, "My God! Me and Wednesday never tried that because I was always worried that I might hurt..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she calmly said, "I never wished to pressure you into doing it. However if you ever do wish to wolf out in bed with me Enid, I'm sure I would find the rough experience to be quite invigorating." Then Megan smiled as she said, "It's not so bad. Hugging a werewolf while making love is sort of like making out with a very muscular teddy bear." Harmony now began to look very uncomfortable as she said, "Would you all stop this! I am not having my girlfriend and moms discuss their sexual preferences with each other! This is totally wrong!" Then as Wednesday stood up she said, "Well as much as I enjoy seeing my daughter experiencing absolute torment, I must leave now." A curious Enid then asked, "Everything okay Wens?" Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Indeed. I simply have some errands to run this day-o."

A confused Enid then said, "What did you say Wednesday?" Wednesday looked a bit confused herself as she said, "I... I simply was trying to say I have errands to run this day-ay-ay-o." A confused Harmony then asked, "Mother, what's going on with you?" Then a worried looking Wednesday said, "I'm not certain. All I know for sure is that daylight come and me want go home." Then Enid look concerned as she said, "Wednesday... did that weird mystic woman come back and screw with your brain again?" Wednesday began to look more worried as she said, "No. This feels different. It's as if I feel compelled to say me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o." All of the women then looked very confused as Megan said, "Mrs Addams... are you feeling okay?" Then Wednesday looked at the three women in front of her, and simply said, "Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly Enid stood up and looked surprised as she said, "Work all night on a drink of rum." Then Harmony and Megan suddenly found themselves beginning to wipe the table with table clothes as they said "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Wednesday with wide surprised eyes, began to do a slow dance around the kitchen table as she said, "Stack banana till the morning come." Then all four women began waving their arms together as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Harmony began beating her hands on the table as she said, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women began shaking their hips as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Megan began shaking her butt as she sang, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women waved their hands high in the air as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home. Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home." Then all four women jumped on the kitchen table and began waving their arms around as they sang again, "Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly all four women stopped singing and dancing, and froze for a moment as they all looked at each other. Wednesday then made a very glaring look as she said, "We will never speak of this moment for the rest of our lives. Agreed?" Enid, Harmony, and Megan all nodded their heads looking scared as they said, "Agreed." Meanwhile, Ana was watching the entire scene from behind a corner. Gerard then appeared and floated over to Ana in his ghostly form as he said, "How was that? Did my possession of them work out the way you wanted it to?" Ana giggled, and then said, "Oh yeah. I'd say I got my proper vengeance on them for taking the remote from me. Come on. Lets go do your mission now Gerard."

***

That evening: Ana and her cat were standing on top of a hill looking down at a public high school which had many teenagers in fancy clothes walking inside. Gerard then floated over in his ghostly form over Ana as he said, "What's going on here?" Ana then held up her phone as she said, "Check out your old school's newsletter here. As a congratulations to the students for dramatically raising the school's overall GPA this year, they're being thrown a winter formal dance tonight... and look who is in charge of the student party planning committee." Then Ana scrolled over to a picture, and then Gerard froze as he saw a picture of a blonde girl. Gerard then made a smile as he said, "That's Jennifer... my friend. She... she looks more beautiful than ever. Okay. So... how do I approach her and let her know I'm a ghost now?" Then Ana looked at Gerard with a confused face as she said, "Gerard, are you seriously willing to risk freaking your friend out before finding out for sure if she liked you? No, no, no. First we gotta figure out if she actually liked you when you were alive. Then we can properly come up with a way to get you both properly re-antiquated." Then a confused Gerard said, "But she's in the dance, and we're out here. Also, if I can't talk to her yet... how are we gonna get the info?" Then Ana made a grin as she said, "Oh, I have an idea or two..."

***

Ana was wearing a sleeveless silk purple dress and silk purple gloves as she walked over to the door of the school dance. A female teacher stood at the door, and then looked at Ana with a confused face as she said, "And who might you be? You clearly aren't a student from this school." Then Ana made a cool and confidant face as she said, "Maybe, but I was still invited. I'm the DJ for this here party. The name's Addams. Ana Addams... and instead of money, I'll have a fruit smoothie as compensation for my services tonight... and make sure the smoothie is shaken, not stirred." Then Ana's cat suddenly appeared and jumped onto a nearby stool while making a simple meowing noise. Then Ana simply glanced at her cat as she casually said, "And this is my business partner: DJ Stormageddon." The female teacher then smiled as she said, "Oh yes. Mister The Conqueror. We've been expecting you. The students are so looking forward to your talents tonight. Please, come in." Ana then looked a bit confused as she said, "Oh. Okay." Then as Ana walked into the building (with her cat now on her shoulder), she looked at her feline companion while saying, "You have got to stop having these side jobs behind my back. I thought we told each other everything." Then Ana's cat glared at Ana as he made a loud meowing noise. Then Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Fine. I'll make you sure you don't miss out on the action the next time that Samurai Parrot from Alaska calls up."

Ana and her cat then walked into a broom closet. Then after making sure no one could hear them, Ana whispered, "We're in." Gerard then floated into the room in his ghostly form through a wall as he said, "Okay. I floated around the dance a bit, and found a way to make sure no one could see me. However I don't see Jennifer. Now with that being said... if we do find her, how do you plan to find out if shes like me?" Then Ana casually said, "Eh, once I spot her I'll figure something out." Then Ana's cat looked out a nearby window, and made a meowing noise. Ana and Gerard then looked out the window, and saw Jennifer stepping out of a limo with a tall and muscular teenage boy. Gerard looked stunned as she said, "She... she's with someone else!?" Then Ana looked angry as she said, "How dare that girl start dating another guy after you die and she believes she'll never see you on this plain of existence again!? Some people are just so insensitive and unreasonable! Don't worry Gerard. I'll deal with that guy." Then Ana rushed out of the broom closet, while Gerard looked at Ana's cat as he asked, "Should I be worried about what's going to happen next?" Then Ana's cat simply rolled his eyes and said "Rowr."

***

Jennifer was putting her coat into a coat room, as the large muscular teen boy with her said, "I'll get that for you Jennifer." Jennifer smiled as she said, "Thanks Ben." Jennifer then walked out of the coat room, while the teenage boy: Ben began to take off his own coat. Then just as Ben reached out for a coat hanger, Ana suddenly poked her head out from behind the coats (while wearing a ninja mask) and yelled, "Welcome to the party pal!" Then Ana immediately tied Ben up in rope, gagged him, and pulled him behind the coats.

***

In a large school auditorium, many teenagers in fancy outfits were eating, drinking, talking, and dancing throughout the room. Gerard floated around the side of the room, using his ghostly abilities to remain invisible to everyone. Jennifer then walked into the room, and immediately went over to grab a glass of punch. Gerard then longingly looked at Jennifer as he said, "Jennifer..." Gerard then tried to float in his invisible ghostly body as close to Jennifer as possible. Gerard sighed a bit, and then softly said, "I love you." Jennifer then turned her head, and looked confused as she said, "Huh? Who was that?" Then suddenly another girl walked over to Jennifer as she said, "Hey girl. How you doing?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Oh, I'm doing okay." The other girl then said, "So who was that hunky guy I saw you walking into the school with? Is he a new boyfriend?" Jennifer then looked shocked and disgusted as she said, "Oh God, no! That's my cousin Ben! Since his girlfriend is out of town, and I was flying solo tonight, we both agreed he should come with me so I wouldn't have to be alone." The other girl then looked embarrassed as she said, "Oh! He's your cousin! I feel so silly for misunderstanding now." Gerard meanwhile then quickly floated away as he said, "Oh no! I need to find Ana now!"

***

In an empty classroom: Ben woke up and saw he was tied to a chair, and a bright light was shining down on him. Ben then looked confused as he said, "What's going on here!?" Then Ana walked into the room wearing a ninja mask (which covered her nose and mouth) while saying, "You're a disease... and I'm the cure." Ben looked at Ana with a very confused face as he said, "Huh?" Ana then stood over Ben as she said, "You think you're so clever, do you? Going after a poor defenseless girl? I've seen your type before. The tough strong guy going after the sweet girl that deserves to be with the seemingly weaker but much well meaning dude in town. Well just like so many 80's high school movies, it's time for me to put the cliche bully in his place... but in a more entertaining way." Then Ana quickly rolled into the room: an enormously large laser device. Ana then turned the device on, and it created a laser beam that slowly began to burn part of the floor, and then slowly moved it's way towards Ben's body. Ben began to look nervous as he said, "Okay. I think you're taking your prank too far. What are you? A wacky member of the cheer leading team trying to screw with me after I messed up in last week's big game?" Then Ana grinned as she said, "Choose your next witticism carefully Mister Ben. It may be your last." Then a scared Ben said, "What are you trying to get from this? Do you expect me to talk about something?" Ana quickly made a maniacal laugh, and then she said, "No Mister Ben. I expect you to die!"

Then Gerard quickly flew into the room as he yelled, "Ana! That's Jennifer's cousin! He's not trying to do anything bad to her!" Then Ana looked suddenly very guilty as she said "What!? Uh oh." Then as Ana turned the laser machine off, a scared Ben said, "Is that a ghost!? What's going on here!?" Then Ana looked a bit nervous as she said, "Well... um... you see..." Then Ana suddenly put on a pair of sunglasses as she said, "The truth is Ben... you have entered a strange new reality known as the Matrix." Then Ana held out a red pill and a blue pill as she said, "You take the blue pill: the story ends and you forget about all of this and go back to your normal life. You take the red pill, and you stay in wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." Then an excited Ben said, "Whoa! The Matrix is really real! Heck yeah, I'll take the red pill!" Then an annoyed Ana said, "No, no no! You're supposed to take the blue pill, then you forget about what happened, and then you can't file kidnapping charges! Uggh!" You know what..." Then Ana suddenly punched Ben in the head very hard, knocking him out. Then Ana suddenly pulled out a large bag of money from a backpack she had (with a big dollar sign on it), dropped it near Ben's head, and then said, "This will be your fun little gift you find when you wake up. Have a free college education and a winter break vacation to wherever you want on me. My millionaire cat has got more where that came from."

Then as Ana took off her mask and prepared to leave the room, an amazed Gerard said, "Ana... you were prepared to torture that guy... just because you thought it would help me and Jennifer?" Ana then casually said, "Eh... it's what I do for my friends." Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said, "Well, remind me never to be the one that gets between yourself and anyone you like." Ana sighed a bit and then said, "Actually... there's never been any person out there I've ever really liked... or even anyone that really liked me. But... wallowing in self pity over never getting some bow-chicka-bow-wow doesn't accomplish anything. If I can help work things out between you and Jennifer tonight... then I've played my part in making the world a better place for others... and as long as I can say something like that on a regular basis... I think I can say I've have had a pretty fulfilling life." Gerard smiled as he said, "Thanks Ana."

***

In the middle of the school dance: Ana's cat was sitting on top of several records as he was moving them with his paws. As music played in the room, many teenagers began to dance and jump around. Then Ana's cat moved his head near a microphone as he quickly said, "Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow? Meow, meow, meow!" Many teens began to scream and holler, while one of them yelled, "We love you Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one girl yelled, "Marry me Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one guy casually said, "Man, that has gotta be the coolest cat in town!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the room: Ana and Gerard (in his invisible ghostly form) were watching Jennifer dance with her friends. Ana sighed a bit, and then said, "Okay. Honestly... I got no plan on how to talk to your friend Jennifer there. Is there anything you can think of that could make her suddenly start thinking about you?" Gerard then looked down and saw in a small corner of the room was a small Lego piece. Gerard smiled as he said, "I got an idea." Then Gerard put his hands near the Lego piece, and created a cool ghostly wind that made the Lego piece levitate into the air. Gerard then used his wind abilities to fly the Lego piece across the room... and then gently hit Jennifer in the head with it. Jennifer turned her head... and then saw a small Lego piece on the ground. Jennifer picked up the small Lego piece... and then she made a sad sigh as she began to walk out of the room. Ana then looked at Gerard confused as she said, "What did you do?" Gerard then made a nudging gesture as he said, "Go follow her."

***

Jennifer walked into the school cafeteria while holding the small Lego piece in her hands. Jennifer then sat down in the room, made a sad sigh... and then tears began to come out of her eyes. Ana then walked into the room as she said, "Hi. I was just looking for some... other room, and... are you okay there sister? You look like you're crying?" As Gerard had his invisible ghost body float into the room, Jennifer wiped away some tears while saying, "Oh, I'm fine. I was just missing my best friend: Gerard. He died a year and a half ago, but... he used to always give me Lego pieces every week. You see I never would accept any large expensive presents on my birthday. I even told Gerard once I wouldn't accept a large Lego set he got me one year. So instead of giving me one large Lego set... he just slowly gave me one piece at a time every Thursday we had lunch together. I found this one Lego piece here in the dance room just now... and it made me think of him. You know... some days I get by just fine. Some entire weeks even. But then some days... the rough emotions just hit me all over again like running into a brick wall. Oh God, I miss him."

Ana then sat in front of Jennifer as she said, "He sounds like he was a good friend to you. So... did you love him?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Of course I did. I loved him... like a brother. He was always there for me, and supported me. In fact, if he was still alive, I would make him the godfather of my baby." Both Gerard and Ana looked very surprised, while Ana calmly said, "Your baby?" Jennifer then gently touched her stomach as she said, "Yeah. Two months along now. Too soon to start showing. Me and my boyfriend Jeff went a little too far one night... but he's been so good to me. I met Jeff shortly after Gerard died, and he's been so kind and supportive. He actually didn't come to the dance tonight because he wanted to work an extra shift at his job, just so we would have a little more money around when the baby finally comes." Gerard had a sad look in his eyes, while Ana made a little smile as she said, "Well... it sounds like your boyfriend is trying to do his best." Jennifer made a warm smile as she said, "He is. We're getting married as soon as we both turn eighteen, and... I'm sorry for dumping all this on you. I know we just met, and..." Then Ana interrupted Jennifer as she said, "No, it's okay. We all need to unload sometimes, and... I wish you all the best." Ana then walked out of the room, while a sad Gerard floated in the air watching Jennifer for another moment... and then he left the room as well.

***

Ana stood in an empty outdoor pavilion that was near the school. Gerard was floating in the air near Ana, as both teenagers remained silent. The two could still hear music from the school dance, as Ana tried to clear her throat. Ana then turned to look right at Gerard as she said, "I'm sorry that didn't go the way you hoped." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Well... my feelings can't change Jennifer's. She only loved me like a brother... but at least I helped make her life a little better while I was alive... and the fact that I can say that means that I know I had a pretty fulfilling life. So with that being said... thank you Ana for helping me see Jennifer one more time." Then Ana curiously asked, "You don't wanna try talking to her?" Gerard turned his head as he said "No. Jennifer is making a future with someone else. She doesn't need a voice from the past now." Ana made a little smile as she said, "Still... you fought back against the very nature of death just to check in on a girl you liked. I wish I had a guy that cared that much for me."

Gerard then made a little sigh, and looked at the school once more as he said, "Still... I wish I could've been Jennifer's date to at least one school dance before I died." Then suddenly the two heard the music from the school dance start to switch to slow romantic music. Ana then smirked as she said, "Well, I may not be Jennifer... but would you care to dance with me?" Gerard looked surprised as he said, "What? But how? I can't actually touch you." Then Ana held out her hands as she said, "You gonna let a little thing like the laws of the universe stop you?" Gerard then smirked as he held out his own hands.

Ana then reached up and put her right hand just above the left shoulder of Gerard's ghostly body (but without touching it). Gerard then put his left arm around Ana's back (but without touching Ana). Then Ana held her right hand out, while Gerard held his left hand out. The two brought their hands very close to the others' (but still without touching), and then began to sway their bodies together. As Gerard attempted to keep his ghostly body from passing through Ana, the two teenagers gently swayed and slowly spun in unison together. As Ana and Gerard swayed together, the two found themselves staring into the others' eyes. Gerard then smiled, while Ana began to blush.

Gerard then suddenly turned invisible, as a confused Ana (without moving her hands and arms) said, "Gerard?" Then suddenly a strong cool wind appeared around Ana and began to lift her into the air. Ana kept her arms spread out as she kept a calm expression on her face. Within moments, Ana found herself lifted several meters above the ground. Ana then looked down at the ground far beneath her feet, and then she smiled. Gerard then reappeared in front of Ana smiling as well. While still using his ghostly wind to keep Ana afloat, Gerard once again began to sway his body in unison with Ana's swaying. As the two began to waltz with one another while flying in the air (but still not touching each other), the smile on Ana's face began to grow. Then Gerard made an excited smile as he used his ghostly wind to push Ana away and gently spin her around. Ana looked up at the night sky, spread her arms out wide, and made a very excited smile as her body gently spun in the air. Then Ana simply closed her eyes and made a content smile as Gerard used his ghostly wind powers to gently bring Ana back to the ground.

Once Ana reached the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at Gerard's ghostly body in front of her. A grateful looking Ana then said, "Gerard... thank you for that." Gerard nodded his head, and then said, "You're welcome. I... I'm sorry that I can't..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she moved her face forward and said, "Hey... don't let a little detail like that ruin this evening." Gerard smiled as he moved his face forward... and then became invisible again. Ana then closed her eyes and opened the lips of her mouth just a very small amount. Then suddenly Ana felt a cold wind hit her lips for a moment. After the moment passed, Ana opened her eyes... and then smiled. Gerard then reappeared, and smiled back as he slowly began to fly upwards. Ana then looked up as she said, "Will I see you again Gerard?" Gerard smirked as he said, "You can count on it Ana Addams." Then Gerard flew up high into the sky while Ana watched him... until the form of the ghostly teen disappeared. For a moment Ana stood alone; her cheeks blushing, her mouth smiling, and her hands laid over her beating heart. From the nearby building: Ana's cat then walked over to Ana and climbed up onto her shoulder. As Ana kept her eyes focused on the sky she said, "So how about that Stormageddon the Conqueror? I finally find a guy I like... and he's an un-dead ghost. Well... at least that feels pretty on brand for me. Come on buddy. Lets go home." Then Ana's cat gently purred, while Ana slowly walked home.

THE END

...

...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

Wednesday Addams was in a dark place, and saw a dark figure in a dark cloak walk towards her. Then Wednesday heard the figure in the cloak say, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then just as the figure began to take off the hood of their cloak... Wednesday suddenly woke up in bed. Wednesday quickly sat up and saw Enid was laying asleep near her. Wednesday then put her hand over her heart, and felt it beating quickly. Wednesday then took a deep breath... and had a look of fear go across her face while she whispered, "Please... not yet. I'm not ready for the end to come. Not yet..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Week: Chapter Zero

In Two Weeks: A Family Weekend

In Three Weeks: WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL... PART 1

*"Photos" created with multiple AI programs

*Final picture done by "Emeriart"

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