#they would never. and i mean NEVER break the tension and jump to sex halfway through

[andi-o-geyser]

despite how you feel about the changes from the stream to the show, if you like or dislike them, i love how inherently hilarious the narrative path tlovm is taking regarding perc’ahlia is because a situationship would literally kill campaign percy and vex like how the internet would kill a small victorian child. they are NOT built for that

[hockeyboysimagines]

Guess I always knew

Prequel to Say it to me Softly.

Pairing:Nolan Patrick x Sawyer Grey(OC fem)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, parties, alcohol, sexual situations, fluff, angst, harassment, fighting.

Hi all! This is really long, but it had to be done! Just some fun Nolan and Sawyer moments through the years until he asks her to move with him. Hopefully it can give you some background on them and you enjoy it!

-💕

Toast popped up just as Delaney wrapped the hair tie around the bottom of Sawyers braid

“Viola.” She said smiling and pulling it tight. Sawyer smiled at her sister as her mother pulled the toast up and put butter on it. It was a warm early summer morning and a cool breeze was drifting through the open screen door in the kitchen. The radio was on, Sawyer’s mother, Anna humming along with the radio as she moved about the kitchen making breakfast. Mason was in his high chair eating cereal, and she could hear Liv making her way downstairs. Kellan was seated at the island reading the sports section of the paper.

“ Alright.” Delaney said, finishing her orange juice and placing her plate and cup in the dishwasher “I’m out.”

“Where you off to today?” He mom asked as she stirred pancake batter, bowl perched on her hip.

“Heading to the lake with some friends, shouldn’t be home too late.”

Her mom smiled, as Delaney dropped a kiss in Mason’s head and slugged kellan in the side. She waved to the girls and her mom.

“Del?” She turned hoisting her bag over her shoulder, hand braced on the door frame.

“Be careful. “

She smiled “Always am mom.” She breezed out the door, the sound of her flip flops on the gravel growing faint until she reached her car and pulled out of the driveway.

“How bout you?” Her mom said turning to Kellan. He stood drinking the last of his coffee, and stretched setting the paper down.

“I’m heading out to pick up some bait, then I’m gonna meet dad out at the mill and we’re gonna go fishing and then we’ll be home with dinner.” She smiled and wiped her hands on her apron, accepting a kiss on the cheek as he walked to put his boots on.

“And you?” Sawyer smiled and before she could say anything she heard her name being called from the driveway.

“Why do I even ask?” He mother chuckled and opened the window.

“Good morning Nolan honey! Are you hungry?”

“Good morning Mrs.Grey! No thanks my mom wouldn’t let me leave without eating. She said she has flowers to drop off for you later today!” Sawyer shoved her feet in her sneakers and put her plate and cup in the dishwasher before giving her mom a quick hug and waving to her siblings.

Nolan was sitting on his bike at the bottom of the driveway, backpack strapped on his shoulders. Sawyer heaved her own bike up, throwing a leg over it and hoisting herself up on the seat.

“So what do you want to do today?” Nolan asked as they began pedaling down the gravel road.

Summer had just started, and they had 3 whole months of free time with no school, no teachers and no responsibility.

“ I don’t know. It’s not warm enough to go swimming.”

He shook his head as they continued down the road waving to various neighbors and classmates. The sun was out now, high in the sky beating down and burning their shoulders. They ended up pedaling out of the neighborhood and dropped their bikes at the end of a hill and hiked to the top. They could see almost the whole town from there. Nolan was stretched out laying on his back eyes closed. Even at 12 Nolan was all legs and arms, hair shaggy that he refused cut. His mom had given up chasing him around with scissors and threatening bodily harm if he didn’t keep it short.

“I’m so glad schools over.”

“Yeah me too. No more homework, no more class, no more hockey.”

“You love hockey.”

“ Well yeah I do but I like a good break now and again you know.”

They sat for a while talking about the important stuff all 12 year olds talk about until it got too hot. They trekked back down the hill and decided to go to Nolan’s. The sun was shining and the air was warm and what should have been the start of a fun filled summer was the day their lives were about to change. Nolan’s mom had come frantically running from the front door when she saw them coming up the front walk and ushered them both into the car.

Delaney Grey was gone, her car abandoned, and no one knew where she was. Sawyer watched the following days destroy her parents, and turn her world upside down. The discovery of her car and her body later on would change the course of Sawyers entire life. She would forever be known as the girl who’s sister was murdered. Nolan was more important to her than ever. His mom took her in, keeping her shielded and protected from things she didn’t need to see, and stepped in when her mom couldn’t.

Time passed, the wounds healed but her parents were never the same and never okay. A lot of it passed so quickly she woke some days and didn’t remember. But the time they turned 15 rumors and stares mostly died down, until the anniversary. It would always be a part of her, and something that would always affect her. But she had Nolan. So she would fine.

******

“Gosh it’s so hot.” Jessi was sitting on a lawn chair in Sawyers backyard, sunglasses perched on her nose. Jessie had become an unexpected and close friend over the school year. They had met in English class, and paired together in a project. Jessie had a purple streak in her long dark hair, and a nose ring but she was funny and the only person who she could spend long amounts of time with besides Nolan. He even liked her, and the two of them got along well. The girls had been laying out in their bathing suits for almost 45 minutes and the most color they had gotten was sunburn. Sawyer closed her eyes and tipped her head back. It was rare to have peaceful moments like this so she was going to cherish it.

“Speaking of hot-“Jessi lowered her glasses and nudged her chin forward. Nolan and Chase, along with some other guys she didn’t know had just pulled into her driveway.

“Are you sure you never hit that?” Jessi was talking about Nolan, as always. She didn’t understand how ‘two people so attractive could exist as just friends without sex’.

“No Jess, I have not.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna now? I mean damn.”

“If you think he’s so hot why don’t you-“

“He’s way out of my league babe. I wouldn’t even try it. But you should.”

Nolan had immediately tried to get them to leave her driveway the minute they pulled up and he saw she was wearing a bikini.

“Oh hell no.” Chase said practically jumping out of the car. “Sorry Pat. You said I couldn’t touch, but you said nothing about looking.”

Nolan mumbled something and followed his friends into her backyard, already regretting not calling. Why couldn’t she be wearing clothing?

*******

Sawyer closed her locker, balancing her books in one arm as she clicked the lock shut. It was raining but it was Friday and school was halfway over. As she turned she bumped into a chest. She looked up, about to scold Nolan for sneaking up on her when she was greeted by Kyle Welch. Kyle was the captain of the football team and a pretty well known colossal dick, but all the same he was popular and someone she had never even spoken to. Her eyebrows shot up on her forehead and she took a step back.

Hi. Your Sawyer right?”

“I-Uh yeah?”

“Your in my English class right? We should study sometime.” He was smiling at her, all teeth like a fucking dragon. He was looking at her with the strangest of looks, one that made her very very uncomfortable. Like she was a piece of meat, a toy for him to play with.

“Uhm. Sure. I guess.”

He gave her another smile and a nod before walking down the hallway and disappearing.

She shook her head, still confused but began her walk to the cafeteria. She found Nolan and the rest of her friends seated at the usual table. She sat between Nolan and Chase, across from Jessie, still bothered by the exchange at her locker.

“Your never going to believe who asked me to study today.” She said as she bit into an apple slice from her spot between them.

“Who?” Chase asked turning to her, mouth full of sandwich.

“Kyle Welch.”

Nolan’s bottle of water banged loudly off the table as he dropped it and his head whipped towards her.

“He what?”

She nodded and as she went to speak Kyle himself passed by their table sending her a smile. Nolan was glaring at him so severely, if looks could kill Kyle would be dead and the football team would be out a captain.

“No fucking way are you helping that guy study.” Nolan said, face set in stone.

“Yeah I’m gonna have to second this one.” Chase said from her other side.

“I wasn’t going to anyways, I think he just did it to be a dick.” She could feel heat and tension radiating off of Nolan, though she wasn’t sure why. As far as she knew they had never had any interaction, and ran in separate circles. But he was still glaring at him all the same.

“I heard some pretty messed up shit about that guy.” Chase said, eyeing Kyle from across the room.

“Like what?” Jessie asked. She was staring at Nolan who was still visibly angry, eyebrows furrowed. She glanced at Sawyer, who shrugged and turned her attention to Chase.

“ I mean it’s just a rumor but someone said that spiked some girls drink at Jenny Miller’s party last year. And I guess she isn’t the only one. Apparently he’s done it before. Like I said, just what I heard but still alarming eh?”

“Just stay clear of him.” Nolan snapped. He was quiet for the rest of lunch till the bell rang. He gave her a long look as he stood, and then turned abruptly and left the cafeteria without another word.

“What’s his deal?” Jessi asked, making Chase roll his eyes.

“You know Nolan. Come on.” He said nudging Sawyer “We’re gonna be late.”

She had always tried to keep her distance from Kyle and his group of friends in general. Nolan had an issue with him that she never truly understood but because it was Nolan she trusted it was for a good reason. She was following behind Chase on the way to history, but as he rounded the corner Kyle reappeared in front of her separating them. Chase kept walking unaware that she was no longer behind him.

“Oh hi.” She said taking a step away from him. The hallway was mostly empty and he was way too close to her.

“So about studying. How about later?”

“Oh I Uhm. I don’t know.”

“Come on. My parents are gone for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” He reached forward, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She froze. Nolan had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear, but it felt all wrong when Kyle did it, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“I can drive you to my house. It’ll be fun.”

“I usually drive home with-“

“Me.” She jumped and turned to find Nolan coming up behind her. He was glowering at Kyle over her shoulder, who looked at him unfazed.

“Is this your boyfriend or something?”

“Yeah I am. Let’s go.” He steered her away by the waist, and down the hall away from him.

“What the fuck was that about?” He stopped suddenly and spun to face her.

“He wanted me to come home with him after school. I said no.”

He rubbed his forehead eyes closed “Go to History. And wait for me after school. “

He left, storming down the hall leaving her standing in front of her classroom. After class she said goodbye to Chase and stuffed her books into her locker before walking out the back entrance of school. The rain had stopped but it was damp and chilly as she walked, avoiding puddles on the sidewalk. She rubbed her arms through her sweater, and as she turned the corner to the back of the building she stopped.

Kyle and a few of on his football buddies were hanging around, and turned to face her. Kyle smiled slowly, and gave her a once over, making her feel like she needed a shower. She felt trapped for a moment when she realized she was alone, the closest person being way ahead of her in the parking lot.

“Hey. Decided to take me up in my offer eh?” She was still glued to the spot.

“I was actually heading to meet Nolan. Excuse me.” She tried to brush past him but he grabbed her arm.

“Hey where you going?” He pulled her closer, fingers gripping her skin painfully. The other guys had wandered over, circling around laughing. She broke from his grasp only to have him catch both of her wrists and pull him to her.

“You should be thankful I’m even giving you the time of day.” He said coolly “Now how about you come get in my car and we’ll go to my house and you can get on your-“

“What is this?” Nolan had turned to corner with Rhett and Chase. Kyle released her and held his hands up. She bolted to Nolan, falling into his arms holding back tears. Had he not turned the corner she had no idea what would have happened. Kyle and his friends turned to leave, and he yelled over his shoulder.

“Have fun slumming Patrick.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“Whoa buddy. Calm down.” Chase said peering around him to look at her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine I just really wanna go home.” She swiped at a tear, as more came rolling down her cheeks, she heaved in a ragged breath. He had scared her, and made her feel small. She wondered if this was how her sister felt when she knew she was in trouble that day. Small and scared. And alone. Nolan ducked his head down to look at her.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay let’s just go.” She walked with them to the car, several student noticing her red eyes and tears. She got in quickly, while Nolan said goodbye to the guys. The ride home was quiet. Too quiet. She felt disgusting, and every time she closed her eyes she could feel his breath on her face and his hands on her skin. Nolan was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white face unreadable. When he pulled up to her house, he parked and sighed. No one was home, and though normally he would drop her off, he got out.

“I’m not leaving you here alone.”

She nodded and he followed her up the front steps and in the front door. She was still crying as she dropped her backpack by the door.

“Sawyer.” He said softly. She turned, head bowed and he very gently wrapped her in a hug, sobs wracking her body. They stayed like that for a while, till she was all cried out.

******

Nolan had completely forgotten that he promised Bo he would do an “interview” the best day. While he was annoyed, he was also relieved. They had been friends for a long time, and Bo took his mind off getting in his car and driving to Kyle’s house to murder him. Sawyer was going to come over afterwards. She was still upset, but was doing her best to mask it. He felt guilty for letting her walk out of school alone that day, when he would typically meet her by the entrance.

After the whole thing was over and Bo ended the interview, miffed that Nolan had answered the phone before he was done speaking, Nolan hung up and turned back to Bo who was smiling mischievously.

“ So?”

“What?”

Bo rolled his eyes “We all know who your best friend is Pat and we both know it’s neither one of those guys.”

Nolan rolled his eyes and scowled “ Leave her out of this.”

“I would but she’s just so hot-“

Before Bo could say anything else Nolan had pulled the back of his shirt over his head and had him in a tight neck lock. The other guys laughed immediately trying to turn the camera back on.

“Alright Jesus let go Pat! I was joking!”

He released him and pointed a finger threateningly at him as Bo straightened his shirt and started giggling.

“I’m serious-“

“I know Pat I would never do that. I thought you knew me better than that.”

That was Nolan’s worst fear. Most of his friends knew better than to even think about asking Sawyer out but it didn’t stop them from looking and making comments. The speculation that surrounded them had grown huge by the time they were in high school, and while it was exhausting to have to answer the same questions over and over again Nolan found that he didn’t really mind that people thought there was some attachment between them. It kept guys away from her and while he knew it was selfish he couldn’t help it. He just didn’t think anyone was good enough for her. He had purposely said someone else’s name when Bo asked so that they would leave him alone about her and it had backfired anyways.

It was frustrating for Nolan to know that given the opportunity all his friends would make some type of move on her, and he would break both his legs before that happened. He tried to keep a barrier between her and them but most of the time it didn’t work. She was just so damn friendly and approachable, her big smile pulled people in like a magnet.

“ I thought she’d be around, where is she anyway?”

“None of your business.”

Bo held his hands up, and as if on cue Sawyers car pulled into his driveway. Nolan had tried to hurry the process of the ‘interview’ hoping they would be gone before she got there but Bo had spent so much time goofing around they were behind schedule.

Great.

She stepped out, closed the door and made her way to Nolan’s back yard. Her hair was curly today, falling down her back to her waist. She had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve grey shirt. Even completely covered the other guys had already given her a thorough once over and continued to stare as she came to stand next to him. Nolan gave Bo one last glare

“Hi.” Nolan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. For whatever the reason Nolan got slightly possessive over her in situations like this, which didn’t make sense because he wasn’t her boyfriend. But the arm that he wrapped around her shoulders stayed there, keeping her pulled flush to his side.

“Hi Bo.” She smiled at him, practically making the other guys flood Nolan’s yard with drool.

“Hey. Your boy here just hit me with a plastic ball right in the junk.”

“Well you probably deserved it.”

Nolan laughed and bid Bo and the others goodbye, as they filed out of his yard, and Sawyer followed him up the steps to his room and threw herself down on his bed. He pulled open a drawer and pulled his shirt off to put on a new one. Sawyer turned and felt a blush creep up her neck while he changed. She had seen him shirtless plenty of times but he had obviously been spending extra time in the gym and his long lanky frame was beginning to change.

What the hell am I saying? She shook her head and turned her attention to the tv instead, trying to ignore shirtless Nolan on the other side of the room. He pulled another shirt over his head and came to sit next to her.

“Tired?” He asked. She was curled in a ball, head on his pillow. She nodded and closed her eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep last night after you know-.”

He nodded “I’m still mad about it. But that’s never gonna happen again.”

He laid down next to her, settling in and flipped the tv on and she inches closer resting her head on his shoulder. She had an angry purple bruise on her wrist, another on her upper arm. He was pissed just looking at it. It was a reminder that he hadn’t been there to protect her.

Her eyes had slid closed. He was so warm and inviting and she felt safe and relaxed for the first time in 24 hours, as she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders. He felt her body grow heavy, and her breathing even out and grow slow. They were alone in his house, his parents and sisters were gone and would be for several hours. He reached a hand up and ran it tentatively through her hair. He always had his hands in her hair. It was thick and soft and caught the light just right when she moved. She stirred slightly, and wrapped an arm around his midsection, sighing. Her eyes opened and she tipped her head back to look up at him.

Nolan suddenly felt an extreme urge to kiss her. His eyes moved to her mouth, which was less than 6 inches from his own, and then back up to her eyes again. They stayed that way for a few moments before Nolan leaned forward slightly hand coming up to her face. Her heart rate increased as his nose brushed against hers. Their lips had just touched when the sound of a slamming door from downstairs made them jump apart and Sawyer moved clear across the bed away from him before standing up quickly. Nolan was alarmed at what had almost just happened and was rooted to the spot. She was backed up against the wall like a animal cornered in a cage, eyes large.

“Sawyer I-“

She hurried from the room, the sound of her feet carrying down the stairs, out his front door and into her car. He threw himself backwards and sighed.

Fuck.

******

Sawyer was standing with Jessie drink in hand when Bo came up behind her and bumped her shoulder.

“Your boy is here.” He motioned behind him with his head, and Sawyer rolled her eyes.

“He’s not my boy.” She looked over Bo’s shoulder and felt a twinge of annoyance. Nolan was standing with Rhett and Chase surrounded by a group of girls all giggling and twirling their hair around their fingers, giving them their best doe eyes. One girl in particular had Nolan’s attention, as he leaned against the wall hands in his pockets smiling as she spoke to him. The twinge of annoyance became anger. What the hell was he doing? He had nearly kissed her earlier that afternoon and now he was flirting with someone else?

“Kaylee Smith eh?” Jessie shook her head and took a sip out of her solo cup “Is anyone gonna tell him it’s supposedly like a cave down there?”

Bo stifled a laugh and looked at Sawyer. She was gripping her cup, other arm folded across her midsection.

“Well isn’t that just fucking cozy.”

She downed the rest of her drink and pushed through the crowd to get another one. Bo and Jessie watched her go before turning back to each other.

“This isn’t going to end well.”

“Maybe I should go warn Pat.”

Bo turned and weaved through the crowd of people, and gave Nolan a punch when he reached him. He turned pausing his conversation with Kaylee, and gave Bo a small smile.

“What’s up?”

“Can I talk to you?…. Alone?” Kaylee reached forward and gave Nolan’s hand a small squeeze before she turned to walk away.

“I’ll talk to you later.” She gave him a smile over the shoulder which he returned, and turned to leave with her friends.

“Are you a moron?” Bo asked arms folded. Nolan frowned, and Rhett and Chase both let out a chuckle.

“What?”

“Your about to cause a serious cat fight my guy.”

“Cat fight? I’m down for a cat fight.” Chase was snickering over the top of his solo cup, as he surveyed the girls in the living room.

“Who?” Nolan was confused. He had been talking to Kaylee since he had arrived and she was definitely flirting with him. He didn’t really have any interest in her, but he also didn’t have a girlfriend so he let her continue. And then it hit him. Sawyer had to be around here somewhere and no doubt it looked from the outside that he was going to take Kaylee home.

“Where is she?” Bo was frowning at him, and shook his head.

“What is up with you two? Your friends but I don’t think your really just friends-“

“Please dude we’ve had this conversation with him a million times and he refuses to budge.”

“Where is she?” Nolan repeated more forcefully this time. After what had happened earlier he had to at least explain himself. He couldn’t see her but he did see Jessie making her way through the crowd. He pushed in between them and caught her by the elbow.

“Nolan hi.” She knew what he wanted, but Sawyer had asked her to cover so she was going to.

“Where is she Jessie?”

“I don’t know honestly. I lost her a little bit ago. Check the bathroom maybe?”

Jessie’s face was solid as steel. She wasn’t going to tell him anything.

Sawyer in the mean time was in the kitchen pouring alcohol into a cup when she felt a presence behind her. Kaylee smith was leaning against the counter behind her, arms crossed. She had never spoken a word to her before so she wasn’t sure why she was in her space now.

“Sorry do you need something?” She wasn’t usually this snippy but she was already annoyed and the source of her annoyance was way too close for her liking.

“What’s with you and Nolan?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going home with him, and I just want to make sure you aren’t together.”

Sawyer giggled into her cup, before sipping off the top of it and shook her head as it burned all the way down her throat. “Your awfully sure of yourself huh?”

She pursed her lips in a tight smile, head turning to the side “Honey, I always get what I want. So you can find your own way home tonight. Kay?” She gave a wide nasty smile and Sawyer saw red.

“You really think he’s taking you home? Then you don’t really know Nolan at all. And don’t ever think he’ll take you home over me. Ever.”

At that moment Nolan himself entered the kitchen looking relieved to find her and then awkward when he realized she wasn’t alone. Kaylee smiled at him but he brushed past her and stood between them.

“Can I talk to you.” He gently grabbed Sawyers elbow and pulled her out of the kitchen. She sent a small smile at Kaylee over her shoulder as he steered her away, and left her standing in the kitchen mouth open. Once out of sight she pulled her arm from his grip and nearly stumbled, catching herself on the wall.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not enough.” She took another sip of her drink and ran her fingers through her hair before she turned on him.

“You and Kaylee smith huh?” She was squinting at him, cheeks red, hand on her hip. She looked angry, but Nolan wasn’t sure why because he hadn’t done anything.

“What? No.”

“Oh please.” She jabbed a finger into his chest, and stumbled back from the force of it “I saw her all googledneyes-gogole eyeed” Nolan was almost tempted to laugh as she stumbled over her words eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to say what she was trying to.

“Okay. I think it’s time to take you home.”

“She said you were taking her home.”

“God no. I’m taking you home. Now let’s go.”

He said goodbye to his friends and put her in the car. Her house was dark which meant no one was home. He had a hell of a time getting her out and up the stairs. He had just gotten her in the door when he felt her start to shake. At first he thought she was going to puke and immediately held her out at arms length, and rubbed against the wall near the light switch trying to turn it on with no hands. But when she let out a whimper he realized she wasn’t about to get sick.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” She choked out, bracing a hand on his arm as she almost fell in the doorway.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s gonna take you away.”

“What? Who?”

“Kaylee what’s her name? Girlfriends never let guys have girl beat friends.”

“Oh my god are you-stop.” He heaved her up the stairs as tear flowed down her face. He turned her around so her arms were around his neck, face tucked into his shoulder. She had herself pulled so tightly against him he was struggling to get up the stairs. He had one hand firmly on her lower back, the other one he was using to pull himself up the stairs by the railing. She let out a particular loud sob, and Nolan tired to pull her off of him to look at him, but she just held him tighter.

“Im not even into her like that.”

“Her. Someone else. Doesn’t matter. They’ll take you from me.” She whispered against his neck. Her words touched Nolan’s heart.

“That’s never gonna happen okay?” He opened her bedroom door and walked her forward to her bed losing his footing and falling down into bed with her. They landed, bed springs squeaking with a small ‘oof’. Her tears had subsided and she was laying with her eyes closed on her pillow as he untangled himself from her.

“ Nolan?” Sawyer asked face against the pillow

“ Hmmmmm?”

“ Do you still love me?” He chuckled and pulled the covers up over her, pushing her hair from her face. She was flushed and her eyeliner was smudged around the eyes from her crying, but she opened them and stared at him waiting for his answer.

“ Of course I do. Why?”

She sat up suddenly, getting right up in his face. He was frozen as she stared at him, lips pushing up against his, arm wrapping around his neck. It was chaste at first but then she pressed harder and pulled herself flush to him. Like his body was on autopilot he let his tongue trace across her lower lip, and she opened her mouth allowing him to push it inside. Her heart was beating hard in her chest as one of his hands tangled in her hair and gripped the back of her neck. They carried on a few more moments till he felt her tug at the bottom of his shirt.

“No Sawyer.”

She looked shocked, and then angry as she backed up against her headboard.

“Did you say no? “

“Yes I did.”

She sputtered for a moment, genuine hurt clouding her face. Nolan felt bad but he had to put his foot down.

“ What? Not pretty enough?”

“No that has nothing to do with it. I’m not gonna let you do this when your drunk. Now go to bed. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” She blinked sadly and laid down facing away from him. She was out within seconds and Nolan sighed looking down at her. He laid down on the sofa at the opposite end of her room, and folded his arm beneath his head as stared at the ceiling.

What the hell was going on?

Sawyer woke up with a raging headache the next morning. Her whole body hurt, and her mouth tasted like booze. She blinked a few times before she lifted her head and immediately put it back on her pillow. Her clothing from the night before was still on and as she curled up to snuggle deeper under the blankets her foot hit something. She froze and turned slowly to find Nolan was sitting up next to her on her bed, doing something on his phone. Her curtains were drawn shut and the room was still dark, but the the tv was on. She could hear the putter patter of rain on her window and could see the dark clouds through a sliver of window not covered by the curtain. He looked down when she stirred and smiled.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a train. She rolled over to face him, head still on her pillow.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll stay for a while.”

She nodded and yawned snuggling in closer to him. He reached a tentative hand up and let his fingers run through her hair. She was asleep within a few minutes, her head resting on her pillow by his hip. She didn’t remember last night and he wouldn’t tell her about it. It was a secret he would keep, and kiss he would try to forget.

Nolan never spoke of it to anyone, not his friends, family no one. It was a secret he would take with him not only for his own sake but for hers as well. He didn’t know what she was going through but what had happened last night could have changed everything. He had thankfully not been drinking at that point, because if he had he wasn’t so sure he would have stopped her. The way she had kissed him had sent a chill up his spine. He buried it, and things between them went back to normal, but sometimes late at night when he couldn’t sleep it floated into his mind, and though he would never admit it to anyone but his own conscience, he wanted to do it again.

*******

“Nolan James you are cutting this hair whether you like it or not.” His mom said as she shoved him out the door and into the car. Sawyer was chuckling as she buckled herself in the backseat. He threw his head against the passenger seat. He had worked so hard to grow it out.

“I will not have you looking like a homeless child when you get drafted.”

“Everyone wears it this way now mom-“

“Well you don’t.” Nolan grumbled, and bitched and moaned through the whole thing. His mom made him take it short, shorter than it had been in a long time. He looked clean cut and presentable, but she liked it long.

“You look SO handsome.” She said smiling at him through the mirror. He looked sadly at the long pieces that littered the floor.

“I better get drafted really high for this.”

*******

“Philadelphia selects from the Western Hockey League’s Brandon Wheat Kings, Nolan Patrick.”

Sawyer covered her mouth, blinking away the tears in her eyes. She watched as Nolan stood, and hugged his parents and sisters before turning to her and pulling her into a very long hug.

“I couldn’t have made it this far without you.” He whispered, before releasing her and walked up to the stage, and pulled on the orange sweater.

He had made it. And she was so proud of him. His mom gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so important to him that your here.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” She swiped at a tear, and clapped along with the rest of the crowd as Nolan stood on the stage and officially became a Philadelphia Flyer. She knew this meant she was going to lose him, that he would be far away and make new friends, and maybe even meet the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. But he had made it and that was all that mattered. When everything was all said and done, interviews completed and photos taken, it was just them alone in her hotel room. They had broken into the mini bar, and were laying on their back in the bed. The orange jersey hung on the back of a chair, and her black dress was hung on a hanger, shoes on the floor.

“How does it feel?” She asked quietly. The sun had just started to go down, the tv was on and she was sleepy from the long day and the alcohol. He shrugged.

“Nols you got drafted today. That’s a big thing.”

“Yeah. But it means I’m going to have to leave you.”

He turned his head to look at her. He was happy about the draft, but his whole life was in Winnipeg, with his family, his friends, and her. And he would leave all that at the end of the summer.

“I’m not going anywhere Nols. I’ll be here when you leave, and I’ll be here when you get back.”

There wasn’t much talking the rest of the night. They chose to sit in comfortable silence till they both fell asleep. They spent as much time together that summer as they could, clinging on to the last moments together for dear life. They were both absolutely terrified of being without each other for the first time in almost 19 years. She would have to re adjust her life at home without him, and he would have to start over somewhere new without her.

The night before he was due to leave they hiked up to the top of that hill they had sat on the day her sister disappeared. It was dark by the time they reached the top, the sounds of nightfall echoing through the trees. The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale milky glow over the trees and hills. The light sod town seemed so far away as they sat neither one saying a word.

“Will you come visit?” He asked quietly. She nodded.

“Of course. As soon as I can. Your gonna have so much fun in Philly Nolan.”

“I guess.”

It was quiet for a while before Nolan couldn’t take it anymore. He had been dying the last few months, each day getting shorter and shorter as it passed. His time with her seemed like it was being robbed from him. He went over it a million times in his head. And he always came back to the night she kissed him. A night she didn’t even remember and he would never forget.

“Sawyer.” He said suddenly, startling her. She was so used to him mumbling his way through life it took her aback how deep his voice was when he spoke clearly.

“What?”

“Can I- I just. Maybe this is just me being…whatever about leaving tomorrow but, can I…can I kiss you?”

She sucked in a breath, feeling like her chest was constricting. They had not spoken of their almost kiss the day he took her home when she was drunk, and she had pushed it out of her mind as a pity kiss for what had happened at the school the day prior. She didn’t remember the other one, and here he was asking her to do it again. He stared at her for a long time waiting for an answer. She didn’t know why she did it, she couldn’t think of a reason, she could barely even formulate words, but somehow she managed to say.

“Yes.”

He rose to his feet and extended a hand pulling her up with him. Her heart was clocking around in her chest, as she watched his hand moved forward and came to rest on her cheek. He stepped forward, pulling her against him very gently before he leaned down and brushed her nose with his own, before he pressed his lips to hers.

It wasn’t a heavy make out like in a movie. It was soft and slow, and shorter than she wanted it to be. When they broke apart, he sighed and let his forehead fall against her own.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow.”

******

She watched with tears in her eyes as Nolan hugged his parents, various aunts uncles and friends at the airport. There had been no more talking, or kissing the night before. She didn’t know why he had done it, but it felt like it was okay. He finally turned to her, eyes sad and took a deep breath.

“Don’t cry.” He said as she fell slowly into him, arms coming around his midsection. A series of silent tears fell from her eyes as he rubbed a hand up her back. She knew this moment was coming, but she wasn’t ready for it. He pulled back to look at her, hands resting on her shoulders. She had her head bowed, two fistfuls of the material of his sweatshirt. His mom motioned for the rest of the group to turn around, and give them some privacy.

“Nolan.” Her voice caught in her throat. He reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear for what felt like the last time.

“I’ll see you soon.” He gave her a small smile, and let go of her still grasping her hand as he walked away towards the gate until they both let go. She wrapped her arms around her middle. She watched until he disappeared through security before she let out a choked sob. Bo, Jessi, And Chase immediately pulled her into a three way hug, and allowed her to cry on their shoulders right there in the airport.

*******

I hope you like this! It was both funny and sad and special to write! Let me know what you think💕

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Kinktober ~ Day Five

Anonymous Sex | Double Penetration | Phone Sex

1615 words

18+ only

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Smut

Tags: anonymous sex; hookups; oral sex; handjobs/fingering; anal fingering; bathroom sex; drinking; smoking; not proof read

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The fuzzy sound of neon buzzes in your ears as you trudge up the muddy dirt road. This place doesn't look as promising as you'd hoped but it's starting to rain and there's no way you're walking all the way home now. This is, as far as you've been able to gather, the closest bar within walking distance so, for the time being at least, this is going to have to be your local. All you really want to do anyway is meet some people, make some friends. Stop worrying, it'll be fine.

A cursory glance around the room immediately brings to your attention that the average age in this room can't be any lower than 60. Cigar smoke swirls from various dark corners, thickening the already heavy smell of old hops and whisky. You grab yourself a drink from the bar and take a slow walk around the room, scanning the empty tables for a good place to sit.

"I like your t-shirt." A voice calls somewhere behind you.

"Thanks." You reply, horrified at the warm flush you can feel creeping up your cheeks. Signalling into the middle of the room in an attempt to distract from your burning face you continue, with a slight laugh "God it's jumping in here tonight."

Spinning around you find its source. In the occupied booth beside you sits a man, who to your great relief seems to be about your age. He's got a soft face, with a sharp, straight nose, and wide doe-like brown eyes. The top of his head is a thick mass of brown locks, each of which have been swept with extreme care into a very deliberate style. You smile, looking down at your chest for a moment as though unaware of how you are dressed,

He laughs, instantly releasing the tension in your chest, "Tell me about it. It's the only place in town walking distance from my apartment."

"Me too! Whereabouts are you?"

"Just at the back of the hardware store, the one up past the bridge."

"I think I know where you mean," you point your finger in a vague direction, "sorry, I've only been here a week."

He's halfway through a sip of beer but he throws his eyebrows up in exaggerated surprise.

"Oh, really?" He asks, a hand quickly flying over his mouth to wipe the foam away. "You're welcome to join me if you want by the way, if you're not busy."

You talk for an hour or so, every drop of anxiety draining from your body as you listen to this absolute stranger give you a full imaginary tour of the town. You learn that he's lived here his whole life, he had a million jobs in his teenager years all lost to "strange circumstances", and that he was once an athlete (that didn't surprise you, you'd spent a lot of the night admiring his slight, athletic frame). Being with him made you feel strangely relaxed. You even find yourself flirting.

"There's a pool table in the back room if you want to play." He announces, seemingly umprompted.

Before you have a chance to respond he's on his feet. He takes you by the hand and leads you down a small dark corridor to the pool room. Looking down at your clasped hands suddenly, he stares up at you,

"Oh shit, sorry, is this okay?" He asks, awkwardly lifting your hand up to your face so you can see it.

He's stopped just shy of the pool room, so the two of you are almost pressed against each other in the smoky hallway. This close you notice how pretty his eyes are, sparkling even in the grim half-light. There's a sweet smell that floats off him, mingling scents of hairspray and baby powder. You smile at him, pulling his hand back down beside you and tugging him closer,

"Absolutely. Is this okay?" You ask, smoothing a hand up his face and pulling it close to yours.

"Absolutely."

Your faces are pressed hard against each other, kissing so hard it's hard to tell which groans are coming from whose lips. It's not clear at what point you made it into the bathroom, but it doesn't really matter to either of you. Your fingers are tangled in that thick mass of auburn waves, desperately trying to pull his soft lips further into you. You feel a set of fumbling fingertips at your waistband, clumsily trying to undo your jeans without having to relinquish the comfortable hand rest on the small of your back. Eager to keep his lips pressed firmly against yours you slip a hand down and undo your jeans. Immediately you feel his hand appear down your underwear, your hips giving a small involuntary thrust at the sudden sensation. He breaks away from you for a second and stares down at his hand,

"Wow, that didn't take much." A cocky grin is smeared across his face. You grab the back of his neck, wiping the smile away with another firm kiss. His hand against your bare skin is so warm, every action precise and calculated, sending rushes of heat through your whole body. You rock your hips into his movements, moaning hard into his mouth. Reaching a free hand down you make an attempt to undo his jeans but he bats your hand out of the way, moving closer to you and grinding against your thigh. You can feel his hard cock rubbing against the inside of the tight denim and it drives you wild. You feel a tug at your hips as your jeans and underwear are pulled lower. Suddenly his mouth is pulled away from yours, and resituated somewhere far more effective.

Catching a scream between your teeth, painfully aware of how quite it is in the room through the wall, you kick your foot backwards, slamming the heel of your shoe into the base of the sink. Each thrust of his tongue sends shivers down your legs. His fingers are digging hard into your hips, holding you up against the basin. Your fingers feel their way back into his hair and you grip on tightly to ground yourself, focussing hard on the feeling of each soft strand to keep yourself quite as he drives his tongue over your sensitive skin. He's sucking so hard it feels as though your knees are going to give out.

You look down in distress as his lips slip away from you. He's staring up at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Taking his middle middle finger and placing it firmly between your legs, he runs it up the full length of you, sending a shiver up your spine, ending the swift movement with a dramatic flick into his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with yours he sucks his finger, savouring your taste. Pulling it out of his mouth with a slight pop he leans into you again, tongue tracing stripes of hot tingling pleasure along your skin. A rogue hand slides around your hip and it becomes immediately apparent what he was wetting his finger for. As his finger slips into your hole, every sensation from his mouth become amplified. You bite down on your lip, trembling with the effort it's taking to stay quiet. A flick of his finger and a roll of his tongue, timed to perfection, break your silence. Your knees buckle and you catch yourself on the sink with your elbows, head rolling back as a heavy, gutteral moan breaks from your throat. Looking back down you catch a glimpse of two deep brown eyes peering up at you, before flashing back downwards again.

Your knuckles are white with the force you're using to cling to the edge of the sink. Your head starts to swim, you stare up at the ceiling as your muscles start to twitch. His finger is running in smooth circles behind you, pressing into places you never knew could feel so good, and his head is bobbing with such intensity that you can feel his hair, now wildly dislodged from it's neat style, running over your stomach. Your legs tense as the sensation builds until it is nearly unbearable l, before bursting into a pulsing euphoria that races around your body. His lips stay wrapped around you as you cum, hard.

Your legs feel like jelly. You're still clinging to the sink for dear life. The wide-eyed boy appears in front of you once again and kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips. He smiles and helps you steady yourself, then heads to the door,

"I'll give you a minute." He says, with a soft smile.

Once you've gathered yourself you wander back you into the pool hall and find him leant against the pool table, cue in hand. That cocky grin is back. Somehow in the time you've been gone his hair has been perfectly sculpted back into place. He tossed you a cue,

"You can break."

You narrow your eyes at him, weakly trying to hide a smile, "I never got to do anything to you."

"I guess you owe me for next time."

"Who says there'll be a next time." You ask, feigning offence.

"Well if you don't want to-"

"Thats not what I said."

You mirror his smug grin and lean over the table to line up your shot. Pulling the cue back you stop and look back up and him, laughing slightly,

"I didn't even ask you your name."

He beams and sidles around the table to stand next to you, pulling himself up to his full height he holds out a formal offer of a handshake,

"Steve Harrington."

[moonhavenn]

Heartless

Javier Pena x Fem!Reader

Summary: Javi is ready to ruin is “heartless” reputation for you. 

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: insinuation of smut

Javier Peña was trouble like you’d never known before. On your first day of the job he’d mistaken you for an informant. He’ll never forget the sting of his cheek after you slapped him when he offered to trade sex for information. In his defence he’d never meet an agent with an ass like yours (his words). But after that encounter he learnt never to underestimate you again. You did find him incredibly attractive and extremely distracting. You wanted him. But you let your pride get in the way of that ever happening.

Javier had developed a morning ritual for you. His own way of letting you know he wasn’t a total douche. Now when you show up to work, he’d be waiting for you by your desk with his signature smirk and a brown paper bag filled with your favourite pastry. You’d yank the bag from his grasp, telling him to get off her desk with a glare, but muttering a ‘thank you’ nevertheless. You had work to do, they both did. And there was nothing more distracting than Javier and his sinful lips. Steve would always tease the man, arguing about where his breakfast treat was. Javier always brushed his comments off. When they would get too serious, he’d simply tell Steve you’d be a good time in bed and that’s it. Once he got what he wanted out of you the special treatment would stop. Steve would let out a low whistle and mutter, “That’s heatless Javi.” And Javier knew it too. But he couldn’t let people know that he had gone and caught feelings.

The workday had finally come to end. Another boring day sitting at your desk filling out paperwork had left you feeling tense and fatigued. A glass of wine, a bubble bath and thinking about a certain DEA agent should do the trick. You’d almost made it out the door when your name was called by your two partners. “What do you two want? I’m done for the day.” You groan turning around to face the pair. They both wore the same troublesome look on their faces. “We’re going to the bar.” Steve tells you, “And you’re coming with us.” Javier adds, his tongue swiping over his lips making you take notice.

That was how you ended up at the bar and ditching your bubble bath plans. The music was fine, the whiskey in your glass made it tolerable. Steve had ditched Javi and you at the bar to dance with his wife, and that was more than 15 minutes ago. You’d spent the whole time sipping on your drink wondering if you’d actually have the guts to sleep with Javier. It seemed like more heartache than it was worth for you. A girl had come up to him almost as soon as the group had arrived. But he waved her off and offered to buy you a drink instead. You had scoffed at the women’s eagerness, but only because you were slightly jealous.

Javier ordered his fourth beer as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. You hadn’t spoken much in the last 15 minutes and it was beginning to make him nervous. Steve had conveniently disappeared with his wife and now it was just the two of you, alone. Javi never had an issue talking to women. That was usually because he didn’t care what they thought of him, so long as they distracted his mind for the night. But he cared what you thought of him. So much so that he hadn’t been with a women in months. And while it was driving him crazy not being able to release the tension. It was better than having a girl run out on him halfway after he had called her by your name on accident.

Javi cleared his throat trying to get your attention, “Hermosa, you want another drink?” he asks noticing that yours was now almost empty. You shook your head causing a few pieces of baby hair to fall from your ears. “No, I’ve probably had enough.” You admit finishing the last few drops off. He had noticed that your cheeks had become rosier and you’d cracked a smile at some of his jokes which you never usually did. Taking you to the bar was the only way to get you to open up to Javier. “You feelin’ okay?” he asks wondering if there was something bothering you. You were quiet, but never this silent. Always burring your thoughts away. Never wanting them to burden others.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired.” You sigh, maybe you should have that other drink. Clearly the first few weren’t perking you up but winding you down. “I can take you home if you’d like?” Javi suggests now feeling guilty for dragging you to the bar in the first place. He’d done if for selfish reasons, wanting to spend time with you. You pause and think for a moment. You really do want to crawl into you bed and get some rest. “Would that be okay?” you say politely not wanting to hurt his feelings. He nods, sliding some cash onto the table and escorting you to his car outside.

The drive back to your apartment was short. Javier knew the way to go as he’d dropped you off countless times before. He always wanted to make sure you got home safe. He wouldn’t leave until he saw you wave to him from the window of your living room. You had dreaded the moment he put the vehicle into park outside your home. You weren’t ready to say goodnight yet. You gave Javi a shy smile as you felt your heart beating in you throat. “Do you wanna come up for some coffee?” You ask finally spitting the words out. Javier’s brows raise as his mind wonders and you slap his arm, “Not like that. I mean actual coffee. That’s it.” You scold him and his dirty mind. “I guess I could spare a few minutes for you.” Javier teases checking is watch like he had somewhere else better to be. In reality Javi was grinning from ear to ear. He’d never stepped foot inside your apartment and was thrilled that he was being allowed into your home.

Javier waited patiently in the hallway as you dig through your purse to find your keys. His watchful eyes made you anxious as you opened the door and let him enter first. He drank in the details of your apartment. It was simple, and much cleaner than his own. Javi shrugged off his leather jacket and took a seat on you couch as he waited for you to brew the coffee you’d promised him. He’d never gotten this far before and he could feel his emotions for you boiling over the edge. Javier gripped the side of your couch trying to push them down. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off. But all of his efforts washed away when he sees you carefully walking over to him with two steamy mugs. You gently offer him the mug, your fingers brushing against each other during the exchange. Even the briefest touch made Javi’s heart flutter and he knew he was in deep trouble this time.

You couldn’t stand the way Javier looked sitting on your couch. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned allowing you to peer at some of his chest hair. He had his arm stretched over the back of the couch, dominating the space. You took a seat next to him wanting to be close but still kept you distance. You both sipped your drinks in silence, occasionally stealing looks from one another. It suddenly began dawning on you as you sensed the tension in the room that maybe Javier was expecting something from you. He was watching you intently. His gaze burned your skin. It felt good, but what was the consequence of getting what you wanted.

“I’m sorry if you thought maybe something would happen.” You speak breaking the silence. Javi choked on his coffee at your honest approach and shook his head as he tried to recover. “Don’t worry I don’t want you like that” Javier explains putting his mug down trying to reassure you that he wasn’t going to use you.

“Oh.”

The noise accidentally slips through your mouth. You had a suspicion, but finally hearing it from the man himself that he didn’t like you that way solidified it in your mind. Javier almost jumps out of his seat when he sees the disappointment wash over your face. He’s confused at your response, he thought he was trying to make you feel better, but it was clear that had no idea how you were feeling.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I do want you. I just um – didn’t know you felt the same way” Javier stutters out taking your hand in his. He was trying to hold onto you just in case he’d already lost you.  “You do?” you reply wide-eyed, still not even sure what Javi was really admitting. “Of course, I do Cariño. You just made it very clear when we first met that you weren’t interested.” He explains his brown eyes staring into yours trying to find any sign of disgust, but all he saw was admiration.

You bite back a smile as you remember the memory. It seemed that your strategy to hide your feelings had worked too well.  “You have a certain reputation for being trouble Javi, I was trying to protect myself.” You explain squeezing his hand in yours, reminding him that you were still there with him. You had been warned countless times by other women around the office that Javier was bad news, but that hadn’t stopped you from feeling the way that you did. “Fuck that. I’d give up everything for hermosa.” Javi admits, his voice deepening from his serious tone.

“Kiss me then.” You ask boldly. You’d wasted enough time already. Javier didn’t need to be asked twice as he pounced on you pushing his lips against yours. His nose bumped against yours as he sucked on your lower lip, encouraging you to open up more to him. Your hands reached up for his hair trying to pull him closer to you. Javier couldn’t contain his excitement as he kissed you. Having you under him gasping for more was his new favourite thing. Your lungs began to burn, and you let go of Javi briefly to catch your breath. He kept littering you with kisses though, the hairs of his moustache tickling your neck. He didn’t want to miss an inch of skin. You grabbed his cheek pulling him away from his assault on you neck so you could gaze into his chocolate eyes.

“You’re mine now, you know that right.” You smile and his eyes light up as his lips turn into a smirk. “All yours.” He hums moving down towards you pants going to rip them off. You were in for a long night.

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 4)

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: some awkwardness, and almost-nudity, and a sex scene but not the kind you’re expecting (lol) just fluff y’all!

moodboard and inspiration credit to @evnscvll​

Mrs. Alberti asking you for the rent made you realize a month had passed.  You couldn’t tell if it had gone by quickly or slowly; a little of both, perhaps.

You pulled the finished page from your typewriter and placed it in the stack.  You were finally done with the first chapter; pretty good for a month of time to work, incredible for how distracted you’d been.  Still, as you flipped through the pages you’d worked on, you appreciated that this was simply the very beginning of a very early draft.  You realized you should probably write the ending next, as that was usually how you handled a mystery like this, but you were compelled to try a different method this time and see if you could get the first draft done chronologically.  You got the sense that this story wasn’t going to end the way you’d thought it would when you’d started it...

Your evening jog took a new path this time, one which happened to run right past the smaller cottage that Mrs. Alberti inhabited.  You noticed her windows were open— as they should be on a day as nice as this— and for a second you glanced and saw someone inside…

Wait, is that… Arnold Schwarzenegger?

With a chuckle, you realized that you were seeing the TV.  As you ran further ahead, the angle changed to show it was Sebastian sitting on the end of her bed and watching it.  She’d mentioned that she was going out for groceries today… was he just hanging out in there to get some TV time, or was he taking a break from something he’d been doing for her?

This pressing question needed answers ASAP.  The only solution now was to go inside and talk to him, of course.

His eyes stayed glued on the screen even as you stepped into the house and pushed open the creaky old door to the bedroom.  Seeing the TV again, you realized that this wasn’t just any old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie— it was the best Arnold Schwarzenegger movie.

“Are you watching Terminator?” you asked with incredulous joy, and he finally turned around.

“Da!” he beamed.  “Terminatorul,” he explained, pointing to the television.  “Ma voi intoarce,” he mimicked in a deep voice.

“I’ll be back!” you translated as you realized he was quoting the most iconic line, sitting down next to him on the foot of the bed and watching the movie as well.

It was dubbed in Romanian— technically you couldn’t tell that it was Romanian just by hearing it, but you could tell based on how entranced Sebastian was by it; he must’ve understood what was going on.  The best part was that you understood it too, based mainly on context clues and your vague memory of the movie.  Being able to share something with him was unexpectedly gratifying.    

He was over halfway in, and you were trying to figure out what was going on now; this scene was all a conversation, so it was all lost on you.  Sarah Connor and what’s-his-face talking about something, presumably about how her son was the future leader of the resistance against the machines.  You realized that this was a sort of strange movie.  And why was the guy shirtless for seemingly no reason?  No wonder Sebastian likes this movie, this guy must be his role model, you thought as you chuckled to yourself.

Okay, they weren’t talking anymore… they were kissing.  That’s fine— good for them right?  It’s not weird to watch this right next to Sebastian… although it is weird that they’re still kissing...

Oh god.  This movie has a sex scene?  Why didn’t you remember this part?

You cleared your throat and avoided looking at him.  But that just meant you were staring down the screen, and didn’t that make it seem like you were really into Linda Hamilton getting sensually railed?  So you glanced to him to break the tension and nope, that definitely made it worse as you both suddenly made eye contact and then instantly looked away.  Your heart was racing for no particularly good reason, and your palms were all sweaty— just in time for his hand to brush against yours.  You didn’t want to jerk away for fear of seeming flighty.  Nothing wrong with the side of his hand touching yours, right?

Well, a lot of things were wrong with it, specifically the way that it was making your breaths short and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you didn’t want him to know any of that so you stayed still.

It seemed to go on forever, and it would’ve been laughably cheesy if you were with anyone else.  Normally, you had no trouble at all laughing with Sebastian, but this was different.  

“Această parte este... interesantă…” Sebastian mumbled.  

“I didn’t realize it was going to go on this long,” you replied, scratching the back of your neck.  “It’s probably good to break the silen— oh shit, that’s a boob!” you gasped.  “They can show this on TV?!”

Sebastian laughed a bit, apparently noticing how your change in tone conveniently coincided with the nip-slip.  

Just a few more minutes of excruciating awkwardness and it was over; you both let out a not-so-subtle sigh of relief when it ended.

“I thought it would never end,” you chuckled nervously.

“Nu fi gelos, ea nu este nimic în comparație cu tine,” he replied, still looking at you even though you were looking anywhere but back at him.  You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to look him in the eye again after that— not that it had ever been easy for you.  But now that he was staring at you it felt even weirder to not look back.  So you did, just for a second, only to be startled by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

You jumped up from the bed, and Sebastian turned as well.

“Oh!” Mrs. Alberti gasped.  “I didn’t expect to see… both of you in here.”

“Ți-am răsturnat salteaua și ți-am schimbat așternutul,” Sebastian offered as he jumped up, motioning to the bed quickly.  What could he possibly mean by that?

“We were just watching some TV,” you explained.

“Uh huh,” Mrs. Alberti smiled.  “Well, Sebastian, that’ll be all, thank you,” she dismissed him with a smile and a little bow.  

“Mulțumesc. Bună seara,” Sebastian bowed in return, nodding at you before scurrying out of the room.  You started to leave as well, but Mrs. Alberti stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, were you two really just watching TV?” she asked quietly, eyebrow raised in question.

“Um, yeah…” you replied, confused.

“Then why did you both jump up like I was interrupting something important?  Seriously, I was concerned you were in the middle of ruining the sheets he’d just put on for me.”

You choked but broke into an awkward grin.  “Uh, I’m not sure.  I guess you just startled us.”

“Yes, well, it’s my room, so you maybe shouldn’t be so surprised when I show up there next time.  You two have the whole house to yourselves, not sure why you had to come all the way over here—”

“Mrs. Alberti, really, it’s not like that,” you assured.

She squinted as she leaned in closer, examining your face.  With her incredibly short stature, she had to pull you down towards her to get a better look.  “Hmph,” she frowned suddenly, “I don’t think you’re lying.  Honestly?  I sort of wish you were.”

“Wh— why?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I suppose I thought you two would make a handsome couple.”

“Yeah, well, he’d be doing most of the heavy lifting in that department,” you chuckled.

“You speak poorly of yourself too often,” she frowned again, slapping you on the shoulder.  “You’re perfectly deserving of someone like Sebastian.”

“Well, that’s sort of irrelevant, isn’t it?  We don’t even speak the same language,” you reminded her firmly.

“Did you and your ex-husband speak the same language?” 

You stopped, straightening up and looking back at her with wide eyes.

“I’m old,” she explained with a glimmer in her eye, “but I’m not stupid.  And I’m sorry that you’re going through that.”

“Um, thank you,” you mumbled, still shell shocked from her deduction and from hearing someone refer to your husband as your ex-husband for the first time.  You figured you should get into that habit soon, but it was difficult to imagine.  Even as much as you’d loved being here so far, part of you imagined that it was just a vacation, and soon you’d go home and go back to the life you’d had.  Of course you would go back home someday, it wasn’t like you were moving to the Hungarian countryside, but the home you’d be going back to was going to be entirely unrecognizable to you.  “And, to answer your question,” you continued, “of course my hu— ex-husband spoke English…”

Mrs. Alberti laughed, but in a sad way.  It was the saddest you’d seen her since you’d arrived, even more than when she’d told you about Mr. Alberti’s passing.  “Sweetheart,” she sighed, “obviously you both spoke English.  But I don’t think you spoke the same language at all.”

You furrowed your brows as you pondered that.  You’d known what she meant the first time she said it, but you hadn’t allowed yourself to accept it.  Mostly because it made you immediately realize that she was right about your marriage.  If only she’d thought to tell you before it had ended the way it did.

“Goodnight,” she smiled, stepping past you as you left her room, and her house, and stepped into the night.

You usually worked in your room, but it was feeling a little extra musty this morning so you decided to haul your typewriter to the lakeside and work in the sunshine and fresh air.  You could’ve asked Sebastian to lift it for you, but frankly, you'd been hoping to avoid Sebastian as he had been the biggest barrier to your writing progress so far.  And yet, with your luck, of course he would appear— and not to garden or hammer or do anything like that, but simply to bring you coffee.

"Cafea," he smiled as he offered you the mug.

You accepted it with a smile of your own, although you wondered if he could tell you were nervous.  "Thank you—”

You were cut off by him lifting your empty mug from this morning, which had been holding down all of your completed pages.  The wind inconveniently picked up at that moment, and instantly the pages were swept into the air and right towards the lake.

"Shit!" you yelped as you lept up, pushing him aside to run to the pier.  Still, you couldn't even get close to catching any of them, and watched helplessly as they fell into the water.

You felt yourself be shoved away and didn't realize until he was in the water that it was Sebastian, diving past you to swim after your papers.

"No, don't— it's not worth it!” you called out, but he ignored you, paddling ahead with all the determination and speed of a professional swimmer— maybe he was one before he did this, you wouldn’t know.  You chewed your nails and felt horrifically guilty for all the work he was doing, and with a burst of foreign courage, you found yourself shirking your cardigan and shirt to join him.  Maybe he didn’t mind getting his clothes wet with dirty lake water, but you did.  

As you shimmied your skirt down, he looked back at you and his eyes went a little wide.  When you woke up this morning, you had no intentions of stripping in front of Sebastian, let alone near-skinny dipping with him, but then again, you hadn’t planned on half your novel blowing away either.  

You tossed your clothes aside and took one last stabilizing breath before diving in.

“Fuck, it’s cold!” you screeched once your head was back above the surface, and you heard him laughing.  You weren’t particularly in a laughing mood as you tried to grab the soaked papers around you.

“Arăți ca o pisică care a căzut în cadă,” he chuckled as he swam closer again, holding a ball of wet parchment in his hand and grabbing a few more on the way.

After fishing a few final pages out of the reeds, the two of you awkwardly walked up to the shore.  Now that you were in your underwear with the wind blowing on you, you were jealous of his wet clothes which, while doing almost nothing, did at least shield him from the elements.

You dashed into the cottage side-by-side, like kids racing down the street— though really it was just a matter of self preservation.  When you did make it inside, you started to lay the papers flat on the table to at least start the drying process; you hadn’t even realized he’d left the room until he came back and wrapped a fluffy towel around you, giving you one of those gentle smiles that made your heart just melt.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, noticing the way his hands rested on your shoulders longer than they needed to.  Even through the terrycloth his hands felt strong, and warm, and his touch made you shiver in a way totally irrelevant to the cold.

“Cu plăcere,” he replied.

“It’s a shame you can’t understand me,” you sighed.  Only as you said it aloud did you realize that he did understand you; sure, he didn’t understand the words you were speaking, but, in a way no one else had before, he understood you.  Somehow.

“Nu vorbesc engleza, dar înțeleg limba iubirii,” he spoke softly, nearly a whisper.  “Și cred că înțelegeți și voi asta.”

Even with no idea what he was saying, the way that he was looking at you said even more.  You wanted to kiss him more than you'd wanted anything in a long time, but even in that wretchedly perfect moment you knew it wasn't worth the trouble.  First of all, you couldn't be sure that he felt anywhere near the same way about you.  Secondly, even if he did, this was exactly the wrong time— and place, now that you thought about it— to be starting something.  Thirdly, he probably didn't want to start something at all!  He was just a nice young man who did exceptionally stupid things in order to make you happy.  That's normal handyman stuff, right?

'Odd jobs,' that's what Mrs. Alberti had said he did for her, and for you by extension as a guest in her place.

"Cafea?" Sebastian offered you, stepping back towards the kitchen.

"Yes, thank you," you nodded quickly, smiling at him.  He smiled back and carded his fingers through his damp hair before disappearing into the kitchen to start a fresh pot.

Odd jobs indeed.

[hornyforfictionalpeople]

hi there! i just wanna say that i love your writing and it would make me so happy if you could do a george weasley x ravenclaw!reader smut. just one where it’s both their first time and it’s kinda awkward on both sides but pretty fluffy too. thank you! :)

A Night of Firsts

 A/N: AAAH MY FIRST REQUEST! thank you so much for requesting and you’re too sweet! i did take some creative liberty with this so i hope you don’t mind :) and oml this is my first smut so i’m sorry if it took a bit, i didn’t want it to be pure shit 😅 also i used she/her pronouns but if you were requesting for gender neutral or he/him pronouns please feel free to tell me! i tried looking for any mistakes but i wanted to get this out ASAP. also my requests/inbox are open so please request i pinned the post with my rules on them!

Pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!femreader

Warnings: smut (first time between characters) fluff, and a healthy dose of awkward! 😌

You two have been together for a few months, fairly new but the soft caresses and warm snuggles in the dark made it feel longer than that. Every soft kiss that came with sweet promises was true bliss to your ears. Sure you haven’t been together very long and yes no one expected the notorious prankster to get with a more goal-oriented Ravenclaw but so what? You two had it deep for each other, plain and simple. 

You were walking down the halls, deep in thought and making your way to Potions, a class you didn’t want to miss. But very probable detention was the least of your worries, not with this tension between you and George. Now unlike the other squealing, over-sharing girls in your dorm who talked way too loud about their sexual escapades. You had your fair share of kisses, wandering hands that never went below the belt (much to your dismay) but it was uncharted waters, a whole new ordeal you have yet to experience. It’s not that you or George was never in the “mood” per se, but two virgins trying to say they want to “do it” ends with a lot of beating around the bush.

But you have finally had it, this pent up sexual frustration was not helping your ever-working brain. And the constant teasing and jaunts of your fellow dormmates of “Y/N it’s such an experience you’re really missing out” or “Y/N I’ve been with his twin and his was exceptionally sized”. 

But teases aside you had a class to attend, you thought as you sat in your designated seat towards the back of the room where you could see a mop of long ginger hair in the seat beside yours. 

“Hey, darling what’s got your knickers in a twist?” George muttered in your ear as you plopped down in your seat.

“W-what?!” your voice raising an octave with your shock. Red starting to creep around your neck.

“Love are you okay? You walked in and you looked angsty.” George questioned you. 

“N-no I’m fine, really Georgie I am just uh girls in my dorm kept me up all night. Just a bit tired is all.” I mean what else were you supposed to tell your boyfriend, that you were heavily lusting over him and wanted him to finally have sex with you? Not a great conversation starter. “Just shush and eyes up front George, I swear I’m fine.”

“Whatever you say love.” and with that, you opened up your potions textbook, desperately trying to pay attention to the droning tones of Professor Snape.

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God that was the longest class of my life, you thought as you packed everything into your bookbag. 

“You know love if you’re up for it, we can always skip the next class you look a bit tired.” George suggested, eyes searching your face in worry.

Oh god this is embarrassing, I really can’t hide my thoughts easily it seems, you huffed in thought. “You know what George why not? W-we have something to uh discuss anyways.” you replied absentmindedly.

“We do? What is it? New prank idea? A cool invention that can potentially harm someone? Wait! This isn’t the “I think we should see other people conversation” is it? PleaseY/NwhateverIdidIcanmakeituptoyo- *mpfh*”

“Georgie please stop speculating and running your mouth, we are not breaking up anytime in the foreseeable future okay? So please calm down I’m not talking about that, i-it’s er something else okay?” you hastily explained whilst covering George’s mouth with your hand. “J-just come on.” you stutter out moving your hand from his mouth to now his wrist, tugging him out the classroom and down the corridor to your dorm.

“Okay so what is the secret you’ve been dying to tell me?” George wonders aloud as he jumps onto your bed. “Now come on Y/N spill.”

“I-I think no I uh believe that we should uh you know George uhm we should takethenextstepinourrelationship. AndbesidesI’monthepotionsoIwon’tgetpregnantoranythingyouknow? Oh thank god that was good to get out I’ve been holding that in for far too long.” you rush out all in one breath.

“Y-you mean s-sex?” George questioned, a rapidly deepening bright red settling upon his face.

“I mean yes I’m very ready but I really won’t try anything u-unless you would want to as well of course and I really don’t want to force you into anything really but I mean if say I’m ready and your ready and uh we are ready together-”

“Love,” George says as he rises from the bed to walk next to you and massage your arms - finally understanding, “We can but only if you’re ready alright? Just tell me clearly.” 

“George I really want to.” you softly murmur as his hands start trailing towards your shoulders, curling a tendril of Y/H/C around his finger.

“Okay uhm, this is also my first time so uh if something hurts or you don’t like it just uh t-tell me to stop okay?” he says as he trails soft kisses down your throat, stripping you of your robes and undershirt.

His warm breath was making your skin overheat as he made a path down your body with his lips. Goodness the girls were right, I really was missing out, you thought as George started sucking deep bruises on your clavicle. He tentatively looked up at you as he made his way to your chest and a small nod from you egged him on. His long fingers slipping around your sides to unclasp your bra, slowly removing it from your body so he can commit every expanse of your body to memory. Each curve and soft arch were devoured by his eyes.

Continuing his journey exploring your crevices, he leaned down further towards your breast and cautiously started to feel around, listening for every small moan or quick breath that indicated he was doing something right. Replacing his hands with his mouth, he slowly led a path down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, littering kisses all over your bust.

Stopping just below your hips, he slowly makes work of your trousers - slowly sliding them down along with your underwear and taking in the gorgeous view beneath him. 

“Goodness darling, you’re stunning.” he murmurs as he leans down all the way positioning himself right at your all ready slick entrance. “I-I’ll just go really slow and uh pinch my wrist if it’s too much, okay love?”

He continues with a nod from you, his movements slow and unsure as he sheathes himself inside of you. Inch by tanalyzingly slow inch, listening for every wince of uncomfort or gasp of pleasure. He stills himself halfway in when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

“Babe you have to loosen up or it will hurt worse okay?” he murmurs softly, stroking your hair in attempt of soothing you. “J-just go in a-all the way. I-It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Okay love, just breathe.” he answers as he bottoms out in you, filling you to the brim with his length. Heavy, wanting pants escape from the both of you as George experimentally pulls out a little and pushes back in.

Seeing your pleasure in his actions he starts a pace, blissfully pausing every time he presses inside of you. Eye rolling back into your head with each cautious thrust, your fingers tangle in George’s soft hair, wanting to feel any part of him you can.

As he picks up his thrusting, his big hands come to wrap around your waist and up to your chest, carefulling pulling and tweaking each breast with fevor. Both of you in a newly discovered state of euphoria. Bodies tangling together, writhing with sexual content.

Each moan of yours egging George on, closer and closer to both of yours peaks. His hand cautiously moving towards your mound, slowling finding and circling your clit with pure luck. His hips and fingers work harder, desperate to get both you and him to your sweet releases.

Each flick of his fingers, thrust of his hips, and your adamant tugs on his hair makes something snap gloriously within both of you. A flowing stream finally let free as you both reach your highs. Pleasure overwhelming the both of you in waves, twitching legs pulling tighter around each other. Bodies in a thin layer of sweat due and both heads of hair in disarray.

George lands feather-light pecks on your neck as you both come down from your peaks. He slowly hikes you up onto his torso, sinking down under the covers in exhaustion. Holding you tight like a lifeline. Stroking your hair in weary circles, breaths mixing together and softening as your tiredness overcame you.

[jensengirl83]

Game Night

Dean x reader

Word count-1798

Warnings-language, fluff, sexual thoughts

Summary- It is game night in the bunker. Everything is going as usual but Sam and Charlie has something planned.

A/N- I wrote this because I felt bad for ripping people’s hearts out with my last fic lol This one is a lot happier.

It is Tuesday night again, and that only means one thing, GAME NIGHT! It had become a tradition in the bunker when there were no hunts of course. I had suggested Tuesdays to make that day fun again considering the fiasco that was the Mystery Spot years back. I had said it as a joke, but it stuck, and here we are. Popcorn, chocolate, black licorice, per Dean’s request, him being the only one to eat that abomination they try to call candy, and alcohol naturally. Our group is scattered around the library table, laughter and half-hearted threats from the losers filling the air. Dean, Sam, Charlie, Cas, and I in a heated game of Texas hold’em. Cas is more watching us play and complaining our snacks taste like molecules. What can I say? It’s Cas.

“Pocket Aces bitches!” Charlie throwing her cards face up on the table. The groan heard from across the table letting me know the boys have lost again. Charlie reaches for the pot, a smug look on her face.

“Not so fast! I haven’t shown my cards yet.” They all stop to look over at me. Sam and Dean not that worried, they had already lost, but Charlie could still be beat.

“An Ace in the flop gave me three of a kind Y/n. Just accept your defeat.” Charlie and that smug little face. I’d punch her if I did not love her so much.

“Yeah it did Charlie, but the three of diamonds and pair of fours go nicely with the pair of threes I’m holding. Full house!” The groan from her and the yell from the boys bringing Cas back to us from whatever little adventure he was on his mind.

“I don’t understand this game. How does a full house win? Do people not usually complain about their house being full?” My win fully forgotten, as we are all doubled over in side-splitting laughter.

“I love you feathers!” Charlie squeaks out during our fit of giggles. Even Sam and Dean have tears in their eyes, the alcohol helping everyone’s moods no doubt.

“Ok..Ok…Time to play something else. I’m tired of getting my ass handed to me by girls.” Dean tries to act like he is mad, but I know him too well.

“What would you suggest we play Winchester?” I look to Dean wondering what he will come up with. I love these laid-back nights. They do not happen often enough in our chaotic hunter life. I see the smirk and I know what Dean is going to say.

“How about strip poker?” I knew it!

“Noooooo!” The quick rejection of his suggestion coming from the three of us.

“Fine, what do you have in mind then sweetheart?” That nickname melting me like butter. I have had a crush on Dean for a year now. I have tried the usual flirting, accidentally dropping something in front of him to pick it up, short pajama shorts while laying on my stomach on the couch. Short of just grabbing him by the junk and dragging him to me, you name it I’ve tried it. Everyone had noticed except the one it was intended for. To be such a smart man, he really is dumb!

“Truth or dare!” Charlie screams out scaring me out of my daydream of the eldest Winchester. Sam looks like he could care less, Dean on the other hand, lights up like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes! Charlie you’re a genius!” Dean is so excited I am surprised he isn’t bouncing in his seat.

“Duh! I thought we established that already?” There’s the sarcasm I love. Charlie and I have been best friends since we met her trying to take out Dick Roman.

“Pipe down pipsqueak. All I ever see when you girls get together is sass and ass!” Me and Charlie burst out in laughter. Sam looks horrified.

“Dean!” Poor Sam is too sweet for his own good.

“It’s fine Sam and I’ve never heard you complaining about before big guy.” Here goes the shameless flirting again.

“You never will darling.” The wink he shoots my direction makes me want to scream, in the best of ways. Dean has taken up to flirting back for months, but that is it, never going any farther. Nights like this makes it even more frustrating. The whiskey in my veins making it a lot harder to keep myself from walking over and straddling those thick delicious thighs. I feel a foot kicking me under the table, looking up to see Charlie giving the look. The one we have perfected to let me know I am shamelessly staring at Dean again. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep the groan from passing my lips. Dean is leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. His muscles bulging out of his thin white T-shirt. This man is going to be the death of me.

“If we are going to play then let’s get on with it.” Thank you, Sam!

“I’ll go get more beer!” I am out of my chair halfway to the kitchen before I finish my sentence. I need a break from the sex on legs that is Dean for a minute. I grab onto the counter to gather my thoughts.

“Grow some balls Y/l/n!” Why am I talking to myself? No man has ever flustered me like he can.

“That would be really awkward if you did Y/n.” I jump out of my skin, turning to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“You scared the shit out of me Groot!” I try to swallow my heart back down to my chest where it belongs.

“This is getting old Y/n.” No one can roll their eyes better than Sam Winchester.

“Oh, quit bitching. That nickname isn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m not just talking about the nickname, which does get on my nerves, but I’m talking about you and Dean eye fucking each other all the time. Just go tell him you like him Y/n” My jaw is in the floor. Sam usually is not that blunt.

“First off, language Sam. Second, not happening. He is a habitual flirt. His intentions are not the same as mine.” My arms are crossed over my chest, letting him know I am over this conversation.

“Whatever. Let’s go then.” Sam grabs a few beers heading back to the library. I’m glad he remembered. I would have looked like an idiot going back in there empty handed. I put back on my poker face and follow him. Charlie just smiles at me, a sneaky look on her face as we enter the room. What the hell is she up to?

“Alright, who is going first.” Dean asks eager to get the game started. Everyone just sits there looking at each other waiting to see who will volunteer. Looks like I am going to have to start this.

“Sam, truth or dare?” I know what he is going to pick. He has never really been a fan of this game.

“Truth.”

“What are you doing when you disappear to your room for hours?” The blush already creeping up his face has me laughing. He is so easy to fluster.

“Damnit Y/n. I read a lot ok? I uhhh..do other things too. Alright that’s my answer! Charlie, truth or dare?”

“Wait Sam. You didn’t tell us what these other things are you were speaking about.” Leave it to Cas to make the situation even funnier. The laughter roaring from me, Dean, and Charlie making Sam blush even more.

“Never mind that Cas! Charlie what will it be?”

“Truth.” She says as the laughter is still rolling from us. I look over to see Dean. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol and all the laughing we have done. Was his chair that close when I sat down?

“Earth to Y/n!” Charlie is waving her hand in my face trying to get my attention. I hadn’t heard a word of what she had said.

“What Charlie?” I say a little annoyed. Not at her, but the fact I had spaced out thinking of Dean again. He is going to think I am a complete moron if I keep this up.

“I asked you and Dean truth or dare. A double question or a double dare you might say.” Here it goes that sneaky little shit. I am definitely not picking truth.

“Dare. What about you Winchester?” Dean shrugs his shoulders leaning up to place his arms on his knees.

“Whatever you want sweetheart. Let’s do it.”

“Great! I dare you both finally admit you like each other!” How did I not see that coming? I am sure we both ridiculous, jaws wide open, eyes as big as saucers. We are staring at each other like we both have grown a second head.

“Get on with it already!” The voice coming from behind us. I turn to see Sam and Charlie going for the kitchen.

“You are not leaving this room until you do it! We are tired of hearing it from the both of you.” Charlie interjects before they disappear around the corner. Well here goes nothing, no turning back now. Dean is chewing on his bottom lip running his hand over the back of his neck, looking up at me through those long lashes.

“They got us huh?” Dean voice going high pitched for a second.

“I guess they did. Look Dean, I am just going to say it. I like you if you couldn’t tell by the dramatic gestures I have been doing.”

“You mean like bending to pick stuff up in front of me, the short shorts? Nah, I never noticed.” We both laugh. The tension in the room melting away.

“So, you did notice? Why didn’t you say anything?” He smiles shyly, looking down at his hands, picking at the invisible lint on his pajamas.

“I wasn’t sure if you were doing it on purpose or I was wishful thinking. I didn’t want to look like an ass if you weren’t doing it for my benefit.” He has his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for me to answer. I reach to pull his lip with my thumb releasing it, sliding my hand behind his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. We break apart, both panting to catch our breath.

“Is that clear enough for you Dean?” He laughs, leaning his forehead to mine.

“Crystal sweetheart.” He places a few soft pecks to my lips before stopping to look at me seriously.

“Question. Now that this is happening, are you going to stop wearing those shorts? That would be a tragedy.” I slap his chest, leaning back to cross my legs, giving him a nice look.

“I’m sure we can arrange something.”

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[kay-diggle]

Choices

Summary: You have a decision to make about your relationship with Hoseok.

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader, Established Relationship

Genre & Rating: Angst & Smut, 18+

Warnings: Jealousy, kinda-cheating, a little alcohol consumption, mentions of toxic relationship, protected sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection guys!), slight overstimulation, shower sex, dom!hoseok, kinda switch!reader, two sex scenes

Length: 4.1k words

Notes: HELLOOOO!! So, I guess you can kinda say I'm on a semi-hiatus, but this idea came to me so randomly and I couldn't not write it.Plus I’m so happy that I’ve finally written something for our sunshine, Hobi!! This is my first time doing angst so I don't really know how good it'll be, but nevertheless I hope you guys enjoy it! Also, I kind of had an idea of how I could turn this into a series, so let me know if you’d be into that!! {Requests are closed at the moment.}

Kay-Diggle’s Masterlist

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You and your boyfriend Hoseok had been dating for the past three years. At first, he was everything you had ever wanted and your relationship was perfect. It was like a never ending honeymoon phase for the first two years and a half. There were the constant butterflies, elaborate dates, heart felt conversations, and great sex. But over the past six months, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered less, the dates became nonexistent and the heartfelt conversations morphed into intense arguments. The one aspect of your relationship that remained the same was the sex, except now it only came when you were angry and needed to fuck each other’s brains out to release some of the tension.

Needless to say, your relationship with Hoseok seemed to be going downhill, fast. Every friend you vented to assured you that it was just a “rough patch” and the two of you would eventually get over it and go back to normal. But it had already been six months, and eventually wasn’t coming fast enough. It was hard coming to terms with it, but you were no longer happy.

And tonight was your final straw.

Your friend group which included the mutual friends that you shared with Hoseok decided to go out tonight. You were hesitant at first, not wanting to give them a first hand look at how your relationship was falling apart, but you decided that you would be able to play it off for one night. Oh boy were you wrong.

Everything was going well at first. You and Hoseok kind of avoided each other, and you followed your girlfriends to the dance floor. Twerking, grinding on each other, and just feeling the beat of the music move through your body, you were actually having a good time. It had been a while since you were this carefree, mind not clouded with the thoughts of the impending doom of your relationship.

That was until you felt sweat dripping down your neck and decided it was time to walk away for a moment and cool off. You had a smile on your face when you ordered your drink and took the first sip, but as you looked in the corner of the club across from you, your drink slowly dropped from your lips, along with your smile.

There you saw Hoseok leaning against the wall, drink in hand, while some random girl was desperately grinding her ass all over him. The sight made you sick, yet you found yourself being unable to look away. Hoseok looked like he was having a good time, guiding the girl with one hand on her hip while grinding against her himself. You couldn’t even say you were shocked when she turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a kiss.

You weren’t shocked, but you were definitely hurt. You couldn’t believe that he would let another girl dance on him with you and all of your friends present, couldn’t believe that he would even entertain her. But what hurt you the most was seeing the minimal amount of effort he used to push her away. He seemed very reluctant, as if he only stopped her because he felt he had to but really didn’t want to.

Within seconds, you felt tears beginning to well in your eyes, and you couldn’t control it. The crack in your heart that had been developing within the past six months had expanded.

You watched as Hoseok looked through the crowd, presumably for you. When his eyes found yours and saw your tear stained cheeks, he frowned. He knew he fucked up.

Wordlessly, you picked up your bag and walked out, not even bothering to say goodbye to him or any of your friends. You thought he would chase you, assuming he actually cared that much, so when you stepped outside, you hopped in the first cab you could find and went back to your shared apartment. You needed time to think.

You were awarded 15 minutes that you spent crying, until Hoseok got home. You heard him running through your place, calling out for you until he opened the bedroom door and found you sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Y/n….. sweetheart, I can explain.”

“No thanks,” you mumbled a response.

“So, you’re not even going to let me defend myself now?” he scoffed.

“No Hoseok,” you sighed. “I’m not. There’s no point. We both know that whenever one of us tries to explain or defend ourselves, we end up fighting. And the last thing I want to do right now is fight with you. There’s no need for a pointless argument tonight.”

He was truly surprised. Usually, you’d be giving him hell right now, cursing him out, throwing things at him and the like. He didn’t understand why you were backing down so easily.

And then he looked at you, really looked at you. Your face looked defeated, eyes tired. You looked so unhappy and the only thing he wanted to do in that moment was fix that.

Dropping to his knees at your feet, he placed his hands on your thighs, drawing your attention there and then to his face.

“Y/n? Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry that I hurt you. She meant nothing. That kiss meant noth-”  

“Stop,” you cringed. “Hoseok, I just told you I don’t want to hear it. I mean it.”

“Well, what can I do to make this right, to make you feel better?”

You sighed again. Right now, you didn’t think there was anything to do. You had never felt like this before, so hopeless and out of touch. But if there was something that was going to make you feel even remotely better, you knew what it was.

You grabbed Hoseok’s hands and rose from the bed, prompting him to stand with you.

“You can fuck me like you hate me.”

A look of surprise overtook and nervousness overtook his face. He couldn’t tell the motive behind your request, especially with such a vulgar description, and that in itself had him worried.

“Baby, are you sure that’s something we should do right now? We should talk first.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hoseok, what are you not understanding. I. DON’T WANT TO TALK. Now you can either fuck me or get out. Your choice.”

With the attitude behind your words and your tone of voice, Hoseok realized this was serious, you were serious. And with a terrible feeling blooming in his chest, he went against his better judgement and gave into your demands.

Bending down, he placed his lips on yours slowly, too slowly for your liking. At first you were disgusted, the thought that someone else had just been kissing him less than an hour ago lingering in the back of your head, but you pushed all thoughts aside. You needed him tonight.

Jumping up and wrapping your legs around his torso without your lips disconnecting, Hoseok laid you down in a sea of pillows, hovering over you. He noticed how you were being more needy than usually, hungrily kissing him and rubbing your pelvis against his. He however, was in the opposite mood tonight, trying to kiss you with passion while slowly letting his hands travel the expanse of your body. This only served to annoy you.

Breaking away from the kiss with a grunt, you pushed him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“What part of ‘fuck me like you hate me’ did you not understand Hoseok?” you said before pulling your shirt off your head.

You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, letting it land somewhere on the floor before your hands traveled down his body. You were able to unbuckle his belt before you felt him roughly push your body back onto your back. When you looked at him again, you saw the darkness in his eyes and it only made you more excited to know that he wanted you too.

He took the belt out of the loops of his leather jeans before throwing it without care and bending down to capture your lips with his once more. With him being closer, you took this as the chance to start unbuttoning his white shirt. However, it was taking too long and once you were halfway done, you just ripped the rest of his shirt open, fabric torn with buttons flying everywhere.

“Y/n….” he growled out your name, obviously annoyed that you just ruined his perfectly good shirt.

“Sorry,” you breathed out. “Just not in the mood to take things slowly tonight.”

And with that, you kissed him again, undressing each other with a much more rushed pace now.

While Hoseok was busy leaving marks on your neck, one of your hands traveled to the nightstand of your bed, pulling out a loose condom package and shutting the dresser, startling him. You wasted no time in flipping you both over so that you were on top, hands traveling down his chest for a moment before hastily using your teeth to rip open the condom package. You threw the empty package on the floor and proceeded to roll it down his length, using a bit more pressure than needed which had your boyfriend biting down hard on his lip.

You lined him up to your entrance, and slowly slid down until your ass hit his pelvis, taking in his entire length. You hadn’t been prepped, but you were so wet that the stretch was more than bearable. His breath hitched when he felt your walls squeezing him so tightly and his hands took to grabbing at your waist. You took a moment to adjust to the feeling and then completely caught Hoseok off guard when you began bouncing on his dick at a fast pace. It hurt, but there was pleasure underneath the pain so you continued to push through. It became easier when you placed your hands on his chest and leaned over, giving him better access to thrust his hips up to meet yours as you continued to ride him as if your life depended on it while his hands guided your hips.

Your room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the headboard continuously hitting the wall, and the vulgar curse words leaving both of your mouths. Everything became so much more intense when Hoseok moved his hands from your body and to your face, moving your hair out of the way and cupping your face, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“Fuck Y/n,” he groaned out. The only thing you could do was moan in response.

You switched from riding him to slowly swiveling your hips against him, stimulating your clit and bringing you closer to your orgasm. As you did so, Hoseok made sure to continue with little thrusts into you until you were ready to ride him again. When you continued, he slightly moved underneath you, angling his hips perfectly. You were tightening against him, a tell tale sign that you were close to your end, and he wanted to help. Removing one hand from your face, he took a moment to stare at your breasts that were moving with your bounces. Leaning forward, he took a nipple into your mouth, causing you to let out a broken moan. His teeth grazed it, then nibbled before he began sucking.

Using two fingers from his other hand, he placed them in your mouth, prompting you to suck them. Once you got them nice and wet with your spit, his hand traveled to the place where your bodies were connecting, leaving a trail of wetness, and he rubbed on your swollen clit. The added pleasure had you crying out for him.

“Hoseok, fuckkkkkk.” You couldn’t even look at him, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. You were definitely going to lose it soon and he was determined to get you through it.

“Nuh uh,” he said, letting your nipple fall out of his mouth. “Open your eyes y/n.”

“Can’t…. Ugh GOD, you feel so fucking good with your dick inside me.”

You felt his hand that wasn’t occupied toying around with your clit wrap around your throat and squeeze at the sides, effectively cutting off some of your air supply.

“Now, open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you… mmhh.. While I make you cum around this cock that you love so much. Open them,” he demanded.

At this point, you felt that you had no choice but to listen. He watched as your eyelids fluttered open, dark as ever and filled with nothing but lust. When he made a slight movement in the angle of his hips, that did it for you.

You let out a choked scream when you felt your orgasm move through your body. It was so intense that it had you feeling weak but empowered at the same time, bouncing even harder on Hoseok’s dick. When it passed through, your legs were shaking and your walls were pulsating and convulsing all around Hoseok’s sensitive cock. He was extremely close.

He let go of his hold on your neck, but before you could even breath in a whiff of air, he turned you over onto your back, just as you had did to him before and entered your throbbing cavern once again. His thrusts were hard and punishing and the overstimulation had you wincing in a little pain. But not before long, Hoseok’s thrusts were becoming sloppy and less calculated, rushing for his release. You used your hands to push his sweat soaken hair out of his eyes and lightly cupped his face all while you used your hips to fuck him back.

“You need to cum Hobi,” the nickname you hadn’t called him in forever slipped out. “Cum for me.”

“Fuck y/n. Ugh you’re so fucking tight, so wet. God, I love fucking you.”

You looked away from him for a moment. His words triggered something inside of you that you couldn’t explain. The word ‘fucking’ between the ‘“I love” and “you” had you bothered. Hoseok didn’t seem to catch on though, as he pushed your hips down to completely still you and thrusted inside as deep as he could. He let out a drawn out moan, and you felt his hot load spill into the condom, indicating that he reached his end as well. He held his weight up, hovering over you, but continued to lean down and give your shoulder a light kiss before rolling over and lying on his back. You watch him for a second as he discarded the soiled condom before announcing that you were going to take a shower.

After using the restroom, you turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Once it was to your liking, you got in and stood there for a moment, letting the hot water drip down your body while you thought everything over. You knew you should’ve listened to Hoseok and talked about the situation before having sex. You knew that if you tried to bring it up now, it would only make matters worse because you ignored him when he wanted to work it out and instead requested that he fuck you. You didn’t know what came over you, but what you did know was that you had a decision to make.

You were so preoccupied in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice him join you in the shower. You jumped slightly when he put his hands on your shoulders and immediately moved to scrub your body, as if you were disgusted by his touch. You moved closer to the shower head, creating distance between the two of you to Hoseok’s dislike. He scoffed and pulled you back towards him, hands wrapping around your waist in an attempt to make peace.

“Let go of me Hoseok. You’re in my way,” you pushed his arms off of you in a less than nice way.

He gripped your arm and turned you around to face him, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

“Is this still about earlier? I said I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Yea well, when you break something and say ���sorry’ to it, does it magically become fixed? Didn’t think so.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal. She kissed me and I walked away. End of story,” he shrugged it off, grabbing his soap and starting to clean himself off as well.

And then you exploded. “No big deal? What the fuck Hoseok. You shouldn’t have even been dancing with her in the first place. All of our friends were there. Do you know how embarrassing it was to see you openly dancing with some random bitch in the club when I, your girlfriend, was less than twenty feet away. How heartbroken I was because of it?” When you felt your eyes filing with tears again, you had to turn away from him and go back to washing.

“Y/n, I’m telling you it wasn’t that serious.”

“So why were you dancing with her in the first place? An honest answer….” you turned back to him.

“I… “ he sighed. I did it because I knew it would bother you,” he admitted but quickly added “but I didn’t know she’d kiss me, honestly.”

The only thing you could do was look at him in disbelief.

“Wow… so you did something to deliberately hurt me? Do you even realize how toxic that is Hoseok? How toxic we’ve become?”

“We’re not toxic,” he shook his head in denial.

“Hoseok, we can’t even hold a regular conversation for five minutes without finding something to argue about. And the only time we’re not down each other’s throats is when we’re having sex. That is definitely toxic. We’re toxic together,” you sighed, feeling defeated once again when you came to the realization.

“Y/n, you can’t be serious,” he went to grab for you again but you deflected, moving as far away from him as your shower could allow.

“Just leave me alone, Hoseok. Seriously.”

“You know what Y/n? If you keep pushing me away like this, you will lose me. For good,” he threatened.

“Oh my god,” you let out a bitter laugh. “I’VE ALREADY LOST YOU HOSEOK,” you couldn’t help but raise your voice. You looked down at your feet and added a quiet, “we both know it. Somewhere down the line we lost each other.”

But Hoseok refused to believe it. He didn’t want to. He knew things weren’t as great right now, but he didn’t know how you truly felt. He just wanted to fix everything he helped ruin between the two of you.

Moving closer to your figure, his hands reached behind you to stroke your back while he looked down into your eyes. “So maybe we can find each other again, y/n.”

“I don’t know Hoseok…” you trailed off, avoiding his eyes.

“Well I’m not going down without a fight. I love you, Y/n. I don’t want to lose you baby.”

That made the dam break, tears escaping your eyes — tears he rushed to kiss away. His hands traveled to your hips when he leaned down to kiss you. Different from the rushed exchange you shared earlier, this was passionate and detailed, filled with everything you were feeling but couldn’t say to one another.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your body closer to his when he pushed you against the glass wall of your shower. You felt yourself becoming quickly aroused once again, moaning out into his mouth.

“Hoseok please…” you whined, hoping he would understand what you wanted. And he did.

Not long after, you felt him lifting your leg off the floor to hook it around his waist, holding it there while his other hand was on your hip, pressing you against the glass. You reached down, stroking his half hard cock in your hand while kissing and sucking down his wet neck. He let out small moans directly in your ear, turning you on even more.

Once he was fully hard, he directed you to push him inside of you. You both let out a moan at the feeling. You were happy to be filled up again, while he was just happy to have you with him. He was taking his time with you this time, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, allowing you to feel everything. It was the exact opposite of what you two had done less than twenty minutes ago.

Hoseok grinded his hips up into you slowly, and with purpose. Every stroke only served to bring you closer to your impending orgasm. Going at a slower pace allowed Hoseok to really feel everything, including the tight grip your pussy had on his dick that damn near had him crying out. It was almost hard to move inside of you but it felt so good, the pleasure causing him to close his eyes.

You on the other hand couldn’t help but stare at him. He felt so good inside of you, it was hard to control yourself when you raked your fingers down his back, leaving red marks while he hissed. The water cascading down onto the both of you only added to your pleasure as it occasionally hit your more than swollen clit. It was getting so hot in there that you felt like you could barely breathe.

“Hose- ugh.. Baby I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Are you? Is my little baby going to cum all over my cock again? Hmm,” he began to stroke all over your body before his hand ultimately found its way to your clit again.

“Yes, ugh all over your cock. I’m gonna soak it…. My god you fuck me so good.”

Suddenly, he removed the hand that was holding up your leg and let it travel to hold your neck from behind, forcing the eye contact.

“Do it baby, cum on me. I wanna feel your juices spill all over me.”

His words, his thrusts, his fingers, they were all affecting you in ways you would never be able to explain. When he changed the angle of his hips, he found the spot that would ruin you and repeatedly pushed into it.

You cried out his name when your back arched from the wall and you began convulsing on his dick again. Everything about this orgasm just seemed to be way better than the first time. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, so he lifted both of them off the floor and wrapped them around his waist so he could continue to fuck you through it. When you finally came down from your high, you noticed his intense stare and looked back at him with the same intensity.

You tightened around his cock unexpectedly, pushing him closer to his orgasm once more. His grip on your thighs tightened as his grunts and groans became louder. With a few more quick thrusts, he came inside of you, pushing himself deeper and holding you to the wall with his body. His head fell onto your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath after his orgasm, and it didn’t help that the shower was hot and now completely stuffy.

When you were both feeling stable again, he let you back down to the floor and kissed you.

“I love you y/n,” and you lightly smiled into the kiss before breaking away.

“I love you too.”

He carried you out of the shower and back to bed, where he continued to fuck you into the early hours of the morning. It was like you couldn’t get enough of each other, but you had to call it quits at some point before your bodies gave out due to exhaustion.

And as you laid on your backs, side to side and staring at the ceiling, your thoughts clouded your mind. They were the same thoughts that had been crossing your mind for a while; thoughts you had more frequently than you ever would’ve liked. And after tonight, even though you were scared to say them out loud, they were thoughts you could no longer ignore.

“Hoseok?”

“Yes y/n?”

“We need to break up,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear before you drifted off to sleep.

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A week later, there were boxes all over your apartment. At first they were empty, then they were filled with all of his stuff, and then they were gone. And so was he.

You knew he was willing to work it out. But you didn’t truly know if you were or if really wanted to. And so as you were sitting on your couch, you were left to contemplate whether you had made your best decision yet, or your worst mistake.

[honeymoonjin]

part of the Roll Deep project.

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genre: pornstar!au, pro dom!jin || word count: 7.4k || warnings for sexually explicit context: bdsm, sex work/porn, use of safe word, oral (m receiving), fingering, anal play (f receiving), unprotected sex, sex toys, bondage, humiliation/degradation, pet play, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, jin is a filthy bitch, please heed the tags, dom!jin, sub!reader, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

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The longer you stand outside the door to the dungeon, the more nervous you get, but you imagine that's rather the point. It's cold in the waiting room, especially when you'd been already instructed to remove your robe, leaving you in the plain white lingerie all subs on the show wore.

Although you had seen every single episode of Play Hard at least twice (once out of curiosity when you were applying for the show and a second time to try and prepare yourself) the actual behind-the-scenes information was kept under lock and key. You had even signed a non-disclosure, stating that you couldn't publicly or privately reveal any of the goings-on that weren't released in the official episode.

It means that you now feel unbelievably off-guard and underprepared, shivering in the waiting room. It's silent apart from the metallic whirr of the air-con. There's not even anyone in here now that the director had slipped inside to check on the proceedings.

You can't help but scoff a little. Director. One of the few things you had managed to glean from a past costar was that the director was there to arrange the setting up of equipment and then sit and watch. The middle-aged American guy had introduced himself to you in the waiting room, given you instructions and taken your robe, then left promptly, but that short time was enough for you to realise that what you had heard was probably true. He was so spineless and jittery you could've mistaken him for a trainee PA.

Two solid thuds ring out against the heavy metal door, making you jump slightly, a fresh wave of goosebumps breaking out on your upper arms. That was the signal to go inside. Suddenly you want to turn tail and run away. Instead, you push open the door and step inside.

He is the first thing you see upon entering. His back faces you when you walk in, and you swallow hard. His shoulders are so broad that it blocks you from seeing anything on the table he's standing at, so you simply hover awkwardly, wringing your hands together as you hear the doors shut behind you, and the director scamper back off to his seat.

He ignores you, fiddling with something metallic on the table, and although it builds that anxious feeling in your gut, you take the opportunity to look him over properly. His hair is a natural inky black, so glossy the backlight reflects off it. His clothes are intimidating, even from behind, even though you've seen them a hundred times before. Stretched tightly across his shoulders, a black button-down shirt is bracketed by a leather harness that cinches around his waist, and again halfway up his torso. There are two thick silver loops attached to that upper band on either side of his spine, and you know from watching his show there are more on his front. A spike of electricity jumps through you when you remember one of his more recent episodes where he had locked a sub's wrist cuffs to the back loops. She was a tiny girl with short arms, and by the time she was locked in she was completely pressed up against him, speared on his cock; helpless and unable to get off it. Fuck, what was a girl like you doing here?

"Eyes on the floor."

Your head shoots down immediately before you even consciously process his words. His voice is low and resonant, a richer timbre in real life than the mic clipped to his shirt could ever hope to pick up. You hear his feet, clad in heavy black shoes, shuffle against the hardwood floor as he turns to face you. You curl your bare toes against the cold, varnished planks. You'd never look up, never dream of disobeying his orders before you've even really begun, but you couldn't have predicted just how blazing his gaze feels on you, even, especially, when you can't see it.

"Babybaby223?"

You nod your head at the sound of your username. Even though it's obvious he would know it (he personally cherry-picks subs he wants to work with, after a rigorous audition period), it brings to mind the thought of him watching your videos. You bite down on your lip to fight a wicked smile. The image of the famed professional dom jerking off to one of your livestreams is delicious. You feel your nerves melt into raw excitement.

"You've only been in this business for two months, is that right?" You nod again, more enthusiastically. "Yet you think you can handle me. Ambitious little whore, aren't you?" He's on the move again, each step echoing dully, growing louder. You can see the tips of his perfectly-shined shoes right in the top of your vision when he stops. Eyes straining, your head tips up just slightly so you can see a little more of him. "You were a very good girl in your audition. I liked that little schtick about denying yourself so that you can come for Master. Very cute. Are you going to be a good girl for me again today?"

You nod again, taking the opportunity to raise your gaze a little more once your head stills again. You can see most of his pants now, barely able to make out where the black fabric strains over his thighs. Just a little more...

He stomps his foot suddenly, bringing it down hard and fast on the floor to create a sharp thud. Instinctively your eyes shoot up to meet his but he's storming towards you, and you get only a blurred glimpse of the glare on his face before a hand is coming out and pressing down hard on the crown of your head, forcing your chin to press uncomfortably on your sternum. You wiggle, trying to bend your spine and ease the tension, but he keeps you there, fingers tightening around the top half of your scalp, nails scratching slightly in your hair.

"Apparently not," he growls, and you squeeze your eyes shut in regret, "I guess you were just faking it in that audition tape, then? Because so far I've only given you one command and you've already disobeyed me."

"Sorry, Master," you rush out, but the sound is squashed and guttural with the tight bend in your throat.

His fingers curl into your hair, tugging at a handful of it in one sharp yank. You wince, but stay otherwise silent, drinking in the sensation of his hand on you. Suddenly there's a pressure against your cheek, and a whisper in your ear. "Did we agree that you could speak?"

You tremble, the warm air brushing down your neck lighting up your nerves. You shake your head, bowing your head even further.

Suddenly, his grip eases off, and the hand begins to smooth out your hair. "It's okay," he says lightly, though there's a sharpness to it, "I'm sure you know the two strikes rule."

You nod, his cheek warm against yours as the muscles in your neck ache. His two strikes rule was famous, even featuring in his logo as two slashes across the web-series' name. Taken from the well-known 'three strikes and you're out', this version meant dictated that if Master gave you two strikes, the rest of your session was punishment in any way he saw fit, no matter how much time was left. Pathetic sluts don't deserve three chances, he'd often say.

You mentally berate yourself on getting a strike so soon. One time last year a bratty sub had gotten on the show and blown both strikes within ten minutes. The video was a brutal documentation of her almost four-hour long disciplining. You didn't think you could handle that.

You bite down hard on your lip to stop yourself from apologising verbally, instead focusing on staying as still as possible.

With one last demeaning pat on the top of your head, he removes his hand and stands back up to his full height. You keep your eyes focussed firmly on your own two feet as he walks away, calling out to you in a firm tone. "You may look up. Join me at the table."

You scamper over, but with his back to you again, you take the chance to glance over at the production team.

They're, for the most part, all bunched up along one wall doing nothing but twiddling thumbs and watching. You've never had a problem with being watched during sex (it would make shooting porn very difficult if you were) but going from self-filmed cams to a web-series was a lot to take in.

The director watches you as you cross the room, meeting your gaze for a moment, simply shrugging in response to your concerned look. He wasn't going to help you here. Unless you used the safe word or something went seriously wrong, your only shot at leaving here without a bright-red ass, or worse, was to be the best-behaved sub Master had ever had.

He doesn't even look at you. "Wrists."

You hold them out to him hastily, watching in wonder at the effortless grace he has in looping a raven-black rope around one, then the other, before tightening it so they draw together, pressed tightly against one another. The feeling of danger spliced with security is always addictive; even at home you'd sometimes practice self-ties for your livestreams, though it was always different knowing someone else was in control of your mobility. You shift your hips slightly, clenching around nothing.

Once he's finished, he steps back from you. "Try to get out."

You jiggle your wrists, only to have no give, and look back up at him. His mouth flattens and his jaw tenses. You swallow hard, taking a deep breath before tugging more vigorously, expelling all your energy into slipping them off or pulling them apart. Once again, they don't give.

"Good. The EMT shears are with the director; if either you or me needs to use them, use the safe word plus "rope". If for any other reason you or I feel like we need to use the safe word, say it verbally, or if you can't, use the hand motion." You nod obediently, feeling yourself calm down again with this brief respite. This was never included in the episodes, but you appreciate the reinforcement of a safety net around the scene. "Say the safe word and do the gesture so I know you remember it."

You close both of your hands into fists, leaving the pointer fingers out and wiggling them. "Purple."

He nods once. His face is still taut and his mouth hard, but there's something lighting up his eyes. He's excited about this. "Finally, if you say the safe word once, it stops that particular activity, if you say it twice in a row or on more than one occasion, it stops the scene. Understood?"

You nod again, a smile playing at the corner of your lips. This was great; you didn't know what you were so frightened about. You think back to the list of kinks you had to submit with your application; a comprehensive check-mark list of all the things you could possibly be into. Ropes and bondage was definitely one you checked off, and you're suddenly feeling euphoric, filled with anticipation of all the kinks you loved. You couldn't wait for him to try them out on you. It had been a while since anyone other than yourself had given you pleasure.

"On the table, facing me."

You step up to it, turning in anticipation, only to freeze. It's higher than you were expecting. The edge of the table rests on top of the swell of your ass, and you futilely try lifting a leg up one at a time to shuffle on, but it's no use. You could jump, but with your hands tied you'd risk falling and injuring yourself.

A dark chuckle breaks your attention away from the table. You stare up at Master with wide eyes. His lips are full and rosy, even when they're stretched across his face in an amused sneer. "Need some help?"

Your bottom lip sticks out slightly as you nod. He could've let you get up and then tied your wrists together. But his smug grin as he wraps his hands around your waist tells you that getting you off-guard and reliant on him was exactly the point.

You squeak as he lifts you up with ease and dumps you down ungracefully on the table.  You suck in a hiss through your teeth. The table is wood, too - the same dark grain as the floor - and it's freezing against your ass, the thin fabric of your underwear doing nothing to provide any insulation.

Your eyes are on his. You feel electric, liquid excitement running through your veins and  gathering between your legs. He quirks his eyebrows in thought, letting his eyes run over you. Automatically, you find yourself straightening your spine and sucking in your tummy, conscious of the way it would look on camera. Your eyes dart nervously over to the cameraman who paces in closer to you in a crouch.

Goosebumps raise up on the tops of your thighs. God, why was it so fucking cold in here?

You jump slightly when a hand comes down on your thigh. It's not hard, nothing more than a warning swat, but you swallow hard at the fire burning in his eyes.

"Who's your master here?"

"You are," you reply immediately, with a dutiful head-bow, only to jump again when a harder slap hits the sensitive skin of your thigh.

He's looking at you in disappointment now, a pensive frown on his face as he reaches around behind you, and somehow that's much worse than anger. His face is leaning over your shoulder as he reaches for something, pulling back a slip of black fabric.

You bite your lip, toes curling. A blindfold. One of your favorite accessories in the bedroom. Everything always felt more intense when your vision was restricted, and it would help you forget the intimidating presence of an entire production team.

"Now," he states brusquely, running a veined hand over the fabric to smooth it out, "I noticed you checked off sensory deprivation on your list of kinks, so I thought I'd be a generous master and give you a blindfold. But it seems you can't keep your fucking mouth shut, so I'm gonna have to use this to shut you up. Open wide, princess."

The corners of your mouth quirk down with the sarcastic pet name, but you open your mouth for him nonetheless, biting down on the thick twist of black cotton that he slips between your teeth, tying it tightly at the back.

With that done, he resumes his inspection of you, completely ignoring you as he runs his fingers lightly and impersonally over you, like you were a doll he was inspecting.

Over time you can feel the cotton wicking away all the moisture in your mouth, and your glands start to work overtime to produce more saliva. With a growing dread, you can feel lines of drool slipping down your chin. Every societal instinct in you screams to wipe it away, but he currently is holding your wrists up, a single finger looped in the rope, pulling it away from you like an afterthought as he inspects your breasts, head cocked to the side.

Here was another procedure you had never seen on his show, and you were feeling as off-guard as ever. With no clocks in here, you had no way of knowing how long it had been, but it felt like hours before he finally reached your head, tipping your jaw up and to each side, moving you like an object.

Once he lets your jaw go and looks at your face, he spots the spit on your chin and laughs. "We've barely even started yet and look how messy you are. Don't think I didn't notice how you've ruined your panties already."

You make a little whine and widen your legs, arching your back as best you can.

"Baby, baby," he coos condescendingly, referencing your username. "Are you feeling needy, hm?" You nod. "Tell me what you want."

You blink at him for a moment. How were you supposed to-? Though your grin isn't visible behind the gag, you know he can see the way your cheeks lift and your eyes light up as you get an idea.

Lifting a leg up, you use the tips of your toes to poke his crotch teasingly. To your delight, he's rock hard.

He runs a hand through his hair, disrupting it slightly as it parts to reveal his thick brows. With one palm on your knee and the other on the table beside you, Master steps forward, your foot pressed flatly against him, bending at the knee. His voice is deceptively smooth, a sharp edge dripping with honey. "My sub wants me to fuck her?"

You nod quickly, though your eyebrows crease at the way he talks about you in third person, instead of directly.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't do that just yet." His pink tongue slips out to wet his lips. "What kind of dom would I be if I let my sub tell me what to do?"

The back of his hand strikes across the bone of your ankle, batting your foot away. He steps right up, pressing his hips against the edge of the table between your legs, crotch right on top of yours. Any levity or humour has disappeared as he reaches out and latches onto your chin with an iron grip. He turns your head harshly towards the cameras and leans in, nipping at your earlobe once in warning. "Don't think for a second that this is about you. I'm sure you've heard many times that the one with the most power in a scene is a sub, because they can call off the scene at any moment. Perhaps you can call off the scene if you need to, but that does not mean you have any power here. The scene ends, your contract ends, you hear me?"

With wide eyes you attempt to nod, though his grip is too tight. He uses his hand to make you, guiding your jaw up and down. His grip is so tight, his fingers press through the meat of your cheek and squeezes on your teeth. You wince, but he doesn't let up.

"We all know that subs come here for one reason, and that's to get publicity. Cams aren't enough for a greedy whore like you, are they? Well, let me tell you a secret, princess: every single one of those twelve million viewers on my series don't want me to let you have your way. They don't even want me to fuck you." You tremble as he bites down on your ear again, tugging at the lobe before growling in your ear again. "They want me to ruin you."

All of a sudden he's letting go of you completely, and you hastily prop yourself up with your bound hands to prevent yourself from slumping over. You run your tongue over the inside of your sore cheeks as best you can with the gag in, panting.

"Turn around. Ass up, tits down."

It's surprisingly easy to navigate onto your stomach once you get your knees up on the table, and it's actually kind of comfortable letting your chest rest on your tied wrists, knees tucked between your tummy to prop your ass up.

Of course, comfortable was not in your contract. You suck in a shocked breath when his hand comes between your legs, lifting you up by your crotch until your knees no longer touch the table. You squeeze your eyes shut as you put your focus into staying stable with your front half securely pressed against the table.

"Are you a fucking amateur? Spread your legs."

You do as he says, hovering them open in the air, your shins bumping against the table edge, and finally he lowers you back down. Once he removes his hand, you whimper at the loss of pressure against your clit, feeling unbelievably vulnerable, but still it's not enough for him.

"Wider," he commands impatiently as he presses down on the middle of your back so that you have no choice but to arch further, knees splayed out wide. It's only once you reach this position, tensing your thighs slightly, that you realise that you can't get up anymore. Your legs are so far apart that you couldn't get your knees under you if you tried, and his palm rests heavy on your bare back, a reminder of the dominance he has over you. If you had ever doubted it before, here was the first-hand confirmation that he was a profession, and the thought of what he might do next makes you keen, whining again.

He hums to himself in consideration, and you hear him shifting around behind you. Another pair of footprints patters up, something metallic clinks, and hand rubs your back almost soothingly. "Now," he begins, moving around to your side, "you've shown me that you're incapable of following instructions, so I think I'm going to have to take some precautions."

You drop your head onto your hands, the rope on your wrists rubbing the tops of your breasts. The urge not to swivel around and see what he's doing only increases tenfold when the hand on your back disappears, but you force yourself to stay still. Two strikes, you remind yourself, and only one left.

To your left, you hear a swipe, some clanking, and then a tug. You almost jump right off the table when a solid strap of leather is thrown across your back, just below your shoulder blades. It lays there loosely for only a moment as he walks around to the other side, but soon enough you feel it growing taut over you. He pulls it tighter and tighter until your top half is completely flush against the table, your arms squished in between, and your back arching up to present your ass.

Your breathing picks up again, constricted slightly by the tight angle, and your eyes fall shut again, head to the side on the table. You can feel yourself truly slipping into subspace; it's liquid, like falling asleep or relaxing in a hot bath. The realization that you no longer have control, and that resisting it is futile, settles into your bones, and you feel your muscles ease.

"There," he drawls from somewhere above you, "that's sure taken the fight out of you, hasn't it? Now you're mine to play with." You shudder when he pairs his comment with a finger trailing up your spine, and he chuckles low in his throat.

His voice echoes, moving behind you. "In fact, if I wanted to, I could scrap all the other plans I had for you and just use you as my little cocksleeve. Fuck; if I got tired I could sit back and let the others come and have a go. If that's what I wanted, there'd be nothing you could do about it. You'd just have to sit there and take it."

He's not telling the truth; the safe word is firmly etched into the contract, as well as the fact that no persons were allowed to engage without also signing the contract, and no one had. Still, as a fingernail drags ever-so-lightly across your behind, along the seam of your panties, the thought causes you to whimper.

The teasingly featherish tough changes to a surge of heat as both his palms flatten over the globes of your ass, long fingers slipping under the fabric as he massages the flesh. "...but as good as that sounds, I have something much better in store for you, something I'm quite looking forward to seeing."

His hands move against you, shifting around to either side, gripping at the fabric. The white lingerie every sub on the show wore were purpose-made to be extremely easy to remove. As such, the seams on the panties were practically perforated, easy to rip off in the situation that you couldn't simply slide them down. It only takes two purposeful tugs before they tear, and the fabric falls away, clinging to your folds momentarily.

You sigh out at the feeling of the cold air on your center, the slick that's made its way all over your folds quickly cooling. A finger or thumb running down your middle has you biting down on the fabric between your teeth.

"I'm a big believer in lube," Master divulges, "but I prefer mine all-natural. So before we get to the main event, I'm going to have to replenish my stocks."

In your sex-hazed mind, you don't understand what he means until a single finger is sinking into you, enough of an intrusion to send your nerves alight, but not enough to give you any real relief.

It leaves you, and you hear the obscene sound of him sucking on his finger with a wet pop. He groans. "God, if you hadn't been so poorly behaved, perhaps I'd have given you a reward and eaten that pretty pussy of yours." You make out a disappointed sob, attempting to shift your hips back for more friction although the tight band across your middle keeps you infuriatingly stuck.

"Mm, you're soaked as it is but better to be safe than sorry, no?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest as he leaves quickly to grab something else from the props manager, and you swear it stops for a minute as you hear him plug something into a wall socket. You make a questioning whine from behind your gag.

"Well, we don't have all the time in the world," Master explains as he presses something silicon-like and firm against you, slicking it up. "The quickest way to get you dripping for me is an orgasm, and I'm not going to waste my time making it special for you." He flicks a switch and an audible buzzing vibrates powerfully between your legs, causing the muscles in your thighs to jump. "Now hurry the fuck up and cum for me."

You recognise this raw power immediately. A plug-in-Hitachi. Famous in porn videos everywhere, you had been inspired to splurge and buy one yourself once, only to realize just how powerful it was. You had used it once, too much sensation to even orgasm, and given it away.

It's infuriating, unbearable, having the wand pressed up to your clit as he runs it back and forth impatiently. It's too much to take, but you physically have no choice but to take it. Your teeth are clenching tightly around the fabric, drooling onto the table, and your hands are squeezed into fists, the muscles of your abs, butt and thighs flexing even though they can't move you away from the torrent of pleasure.

"Pweathe," you gargle, "koo ngucks!"

"Too much?" he questions, though his voice is tinted with bemusement rather than any genuine concern. "I don't care."

You let out a frustrated scream from the back of your throat, feeling tears squeezing out the corners of your eyes. You crack them open to see the director in the edge of your vision, staring intensely at your hands, waiting for any sign of the safe word signal.

Although you're so sensitive you can't help but cry, and your nerves feel like they're being electrocuted, something runs deeper, a viscous current of pleasure building up inside you. Oh, god. You're actually going to cum.

The moment you entertain the thought that you were getting close, the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over every inch of your body. You feel yourself convulsing on the table as much as your bondage allows, spit pooling around your cheek as you hopelessly drool around the gag. As soon as you cum, you're already being thrust into oversensitivity, and your master cruelly keeps the vibrator held against you as you sob hopelessly.

Then you feel something, a strange object swiping between your legs against your folds, dipping in slightly. The wand falls away, and you go silent, feeling that weird sensation as you lie bonelessly on the table, knees parting even wider as they fail to hold you up at all.

A soft chuckle is pushed out of his nose. "Mm, that shut you up. Bet you're wondering what this is, huh?" You pant, managing to summon enough energy to nod, twitching every time that hard yet thin thing gets too close to your abused clit. "Let me show you."

You knit your eyebrows and open your eyes, blinking against the bright backlights, as a waist comes into your line of vision.

You crane your neck to look up him, hyper-aware of the wet patch on the table, but he doesn't comment on it, instead cheerily showing you a small clear squeezy-bottle and a spoon. Tears of humiliation spring to you eyes as you see him discard the spoon and produce the bottle's top from his pocket, twisting it on and testing it, squeezing out a small amount of what could only be your slick onto his finger.

He rolls it absentmindedly between his thumb and pointer finger, staring down at you with a smile you haven't seen before. "Good girl. Now we can move on to the fun stuff, hm?"

You shudder as he moves away. If this was just a preamble, what the fuck did he consider the fun stuff? Your muscles ache when he loosens the belt across your back and removes it, though a slap to your ass and a barked command leave you spread open on all fours for him.

"Now, my sources tell me you like being called baby and babygirl, is that right?"

You make a noise of confirmation, too weak to nod.

He places a hand on your behind, spreading your cheeks. You jump when a warm liquid drizzles down your crack, and a finger presses against your rim. "Well, I'm not going to call you that today. In fact, you look so pretty on all fours that I think I might call you..." he trails off as he pushes past your tight ring of muscles, pressing a single digit deep inside you. "...my puppy."

You shake your head resolutely. "Ngo."

"No?" He laughs, slowly fucking you with the one finger. "'No' isn't our safeword. It's sad," he muses, squeezing out some more of your juices to make the slide a little easier, picking up the pace. "Because if you're a good little puppy for me, I might just fuck you like a bitch in heat, just like you wanted. Does that sound good?"

You whimper when he slips his finger out and you clench around the empty space, but he's reaching forward to undo the knot around the back of your head and suddenly you're able to spit out the gag, sucking in lungfuls of cool, fresh air.

"Answer me this time. Do you want to get fucked, puppy?"

Your breath leaves you in a hopeless sigh as he moves back, upgrading to two fingers inside of you. "Yes, please," you whine.

"Oh? That's interesting, I didn't know puppies could talk. I don't want words. One bark for yes, two barks for no."

Your hips lift up off of the intrusion. "No, purple, I'm not- I-"

"Hey, hey," Master eases, rubbing your back soothingly, "it's okay, you don't need to explain. Do you want all of this to stop?" You shake your head reluctantly. Even though all you want to do if bury your head in your hands and disappear, you can't deny that his finger inside you felt unbelievably erotic. "Just that last bit?" A nod. "Are you gonna be good and let me stretch you out for me?"

You nod one last time, breathing unsteadily, shuffling a bit so that the ropes on your wrists no longer dig into your sternum, instead laying them out in front of you so that you can rest your head on the softness of your upper arm.

He puts his fingers back inside you, and you swear softly at the intrusion, the unusual pleasure that it was causing in the pit of your stomach. Although you'd been careful to muffle it against your arm, you hear him give off a warning growl, crooking his fingers inside you. You squeak and your hips waver, but he leaves it at that, and goes back to scissoring you open patiently.

You have the realization in the back of your mind that he's easing you back into things, instead of going full Master immediately, but soon your gratitude melts away with the addition of a third finger. Every breath comes in a snapped huff; you feel unable to hold your breath for longer than a second, as every movement inside you makes your toes curl. You feel your brain turn to mush when they slip out of you, and you groan lowly in protest.

Your disappointment is short-lived, however, as soon after a cool glass object is being pressed firmly into you. Your mouth falls open as you widen around it. Above you, Master rubs your ass, keeping your cheeks spread. "Silly puppy forgot her tail. Luckily I have one for her."

Your top half goes slack with resignation. Even as your cheeks light up with embarrassment at the thought of wearing a fucking tail, the widest part of the plug slips inside you and you feel so addictively full. You clench around it a couple times, shivering.

"Alright, let's get you off the table. Puppies belong on the floor."

You let him wrap his arms securely around your middle, lifting you up off the table and lowering you down onto the ground. Your knees knock painfully against the wood, but you get your bound hands down in front of you soon enough to hold yourself up.

You look up at him, at the glimmer in his eye. He grins back down at you, holding a palm out. "Stay," he commands softly, in the same tone one would use for dog training.

You wait obediently as he turns and walks down towards the filming crew in front of you, reaching into a large black box filled with equipment. On your hands and knees, you fight the urge to swivel around and look at the plug. You know you could easily see if you wanted to, and as it is you can feel something soft brushing against your cheeks, but you worry that if you saw it with your own eyes, you'd be too humiliated to continue on. You bite your lip and glance at the main camera. You can't afford to use the safe word again and end the scene, not after you've already done so much. You need this episode to go public so that you're not stuck in the camgirl scene forever.

"Good girl," Master cooes when he returns, ruffling at your hair affectionately. He crouches down in front of you and shows you a collar, a dark red, glossy leather one with a silver buckle. After the plug, this is nothing, and you simply tilt your chin to give him more room. His eyes light up with something akin to pride, and you feel your chest warm as he fastens the collar around your neck.

Once he finishes, he sits back on his heels to look you over, tucking two fingers under the leather to make sure it's not too tight. You swallow hard. You have to admit, there's something deeply satisfying about the way it feels around your neck, the way it digs in when you duck your chin. The reminder that you're his.

"Stay," he commands once more, before standing up and moving over to the other side of the room, pulling up a chair and sitting down in it. He pats his thigh. "Come."

You glance down at your bound wrists, then back up at him in question. He simply cocks his head to the side and waits, legs wide open and pants tented.

With a reluctant sigh, you begin to awkwardly hobble over to him. It's slow going, and you feel yourself blushing all the way down to your neck as the softness between your legs tickles the backs of your knees, but you force yourself forward, crawling forward as if you have three limbs, moving them one at a time, feeling the plug shift teasingly inside you the whole way.

After an age, and some seriously sore knees, you stop in between his legs, and glance up at him question.

"Good puppy," he praises, "now sit."

You do as he says promptly, hissing when the plug is pressed up into you suddenly. He laughs as you try and make yourself comfortable, sitting back on your heels.

You watch with a salivating mouth as a veined hand comes down to play at the button of his pants. He pops the button, pulls the zip down next, and silently lets you watch him with wide eyes as he pulls out his cock, knitting his dark eyebrows when he grips it loosely.

After a few self-indulgent strokes, Master looks down at you with lidded eyes, and scoots his crotch even closer to your face, his thighs on either side of your head. "I'll give you what you want, puppy, just let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours first."

You whimper. Whoever had said that the camera removes a few inches was right. Watching his series, you always knew he was big, but now that it was right in front of your face? There was no way that was fitting inside you, no matter where he tried to put that thing. Still, you open your mouth and stick your tongue slightly out, and the swear he lets out from the back of his throat makes it all worth it.

This was what you had been waiting for. The chance to make him lose himself, become just as fucked out as you were.

Master reaches down with one hand and hooks his finger underneath the collar, making it completely taut against your throat, and uses his other hand to guide his cock to rest on your tongue.

It's heavy, and the slight tang of precum has you wanting more. Risking punishment, you bat your eyelids and take initiative, lapping at his head like a dog. He lets out a guttural noise again and tips his head back. You watch with satisfaction as he swallows hard, his throat bobbing. "Oh, that's a good puppy," he praises.

With the hand tucked partly into your collar, he pushes your head down on him suddenly, and you gag around him as he forces himself to the back of your throat, but instead of letting up, he holds you there, moving his hips to increase that friction.

You force yourself to widen your mouth and breath through your nose, knowing that the more you think about it, the more your gag reflex will kick in. Gradually, Master grows more aggressive with his thrusts, until he's practically face-fucking you, and your eyes pool over with tears. Desperate to feel something to tide you over, you begin subconsciously grinding your ass against the floor, feeling the plug move inside of you, and you begin to moan on his cock, rutting yourself more to chase the feeling.

Above you, your master is moaning through clenched teeth, some of them coming out more like a growl, and his eyes are fixed on you, lidded with desire.

Finally, just when you splutter, unable to stop from choking on his cock, he tugs roughly on your collar and pulls you off of him. You gasp for air, eyes streaming and lips swollen, as he grips himself tightly to keep his orgasm at bay.

"Good girl," he praises gruffly, "good girl." Once the two of you take a few deep breaths and he comes back down from that edge, he runs a hand through his hair and grins down at you. "Puppy loves her tail, doesn't she? I saw you rubbing yourself against the floor like a horny bitch." You flush, but he just reaches down and hooks the ropes around your wrists, deftly untying them. "As promised, since you were a good little puppy for me, you can have your reward. Does puppy want the plug out first?"

You bite your lip, eyes glazing over as you consider it. You probably should. It was embarrassing having to act like a dog, and he's so big that you can't imagine they'd both fit. But then....

You shake your head. Master nods proudly. The ropes send warm lines of friction across your skin as he undoes each tie, and soon enough your arms are falling loosely apart.

"Up you get," he instructs, and you push yourself up, stressed that the plug is going to fall out even though you know realistically it's definitely snugly stuck in there. It shifts slightly as he grabs onto the tail, and uses the other hand to wrap around your waist and pull you closer, your legs on either side of him. With a twinkle in his eye, he looks up at you. "Puppy, sit."

You bite your lip and take a steadying breath, grabbing his slick length and placing it at your entrance. Painstakingly slowly, you lower yourself down onto him, feeling him open you up inch by glorious inch. You stop halfway, panting, before a quick tug on your tail gives you the motivation to lower yourself further, until your ass cheeks rest on his thighs. The zipper will probably cause you a few rashes on the insides of your thighs by tomorrow, but for now you're so drunk on pleasure that the pain feels good too.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, legs gone weak. You feel so unbelievably connected and close, and so full, that you can't even move. Luckily, all it takes is one strong hand cupping your ass, holding you up, for Master to begin thrusting into you.

Immediately on the first snap of his hips you cry out loudly in his ear, fingers curling around the thick metal loops on his harness like they're handles.

"Feel good?" he asks, grunting with effort as he fucks up into your pussy.

You make out half of a 'yes' before you're moaning hopelessly again, rendered incoherent by the slide of him inside you, of the wall that divides him from the plug.

"Fuck," he groans, "I've been hard as a- a fucking rock this whole time, I- I'm gonna cum soon."

You whine, secretly grateful, as each time he impales you on his cock, you feel yourself punted closer and closer to that edge. "Mmme too," you manage to make out, "s- oh, so full!"

"Yeah?" Master begins to pant lowly, using up the very last of his energy to bring the two of you to your ends. "Puppy, come."

You let out a scream and do as he says, the orgasm ripping through you violently, leaving you like dead weight on his chest as he pushes down on your ass cheeks, holding himself bottomed out in you as he releases with his own cry.

You shudder helplessly, every slight movement triggering aftershocks, your body completely lax on top of his. He rubs your ass lazily as he comes down from his high, his cum slowly leaking out of you.

"Cut!"

[sondermink]

Salt

Wine and Drag Race were exactly what he needed. Not to be caged into any stereotypes, but Sonder absolutely adored partying, and tried his very best to keep up with Cass and the band. Maybe it was because Cass was part Vampire and could metabolise the drugs quicker, or maybe it was because he was a youthful sixteen months younger than Sonder, but he needed a break.

Cass didn't seem to mind. In fact, he had become a little distant, but Sonder wouldn't admit that it got to him. His unintentional polyamorous relationship (with a girl, no less) was heavy on his mind. Normally the drugs numbed it, but Sonder was very much enjoying the wine with his best friend instead.

"What would your drag name be?" Sonder asked, his cheeks flushed red and giddy. "I think mine would be Saalty Tension. Can you see it?? And I would be boldly against tucking." He laughed heartily as Ru Paul savagely tore down a Queen.

"Well, I haven't actually thought about it, but Saalty Tension sounds hot." Jeremy purred his delicious, irresistible purr. Sonder didn't know if it was on purpose or not. Jeremy didn't talk to him like that. Not that he hadn't seen his friend flirting with people before, but Sonder was rarely the recipient. Although, it wasn't impossible... Jeremy took Sonder's wrist in his big, manly hands, and turned it over so that he could press a fluttering kiss to his palm.

"You would absolutely need to tuck. I've seen... Well, no, You're too shy to show me properly, which is a bit unfair because you've seen me naked a thousand times..." Jeremy was on a tangent, and Sonder blushed deeply. "I've seen you in those sequined go-go shorts. That's practically naked."

Sonder giggled and pulled his wrist away on instinct. His fingers danced over the spot that had been kissed. "Stop it! What are you doing, you bloody perve?" Sonder pushed on Jeremy's shoulder, making the Lockhart giggle instead. His hair flopped in such a way... Oh... "It's... Stop it, I can't believe we're even discussing this, it's nothing like yours..."

"I saw it, a little, remember that time you jerked off while I fucked Tyler?"

Sonder's breath caught in his throat. They didn't bring that up much, not when they were this close to sober. He swallowed the remainder of his wine to close the gap. "You did not!" He protested, sitting forward to fill his glass. He turned at the waist and topped off Jeremy's glass. "I was extremely discreet, and you've always been a show off! I mean, I would too, if I was - Well..." He gestured to the comparative Greek God.

Jeremy scoffed. "You're not being insecure, not after all this time?" Sweet, kind Jeremy, took Sonder's hands in his own once more. His big, strong hands. Sonder gulped. "You've got nothing to worry about. From what I've seen, you're totally perfect." He gave an encouraging squeeze. Sonder gave a small smile and took his hands back, back to the wine. Surely it was just the wine making him this flirty. Besides, it was normal for them. They'd always been flirty. "You don't need to be big when you're a bottom, anyway."

Sonder spat his wine dramatically and turned back around to Jeremy, properly red in the face now. "Excuse me?! You're just full of assumptions today, aren't you?" He attempted a playful slap at Jeremy's cheek but it ended in Sonder doing nothing but pressing his hand against the stubble there. His thumb brushed Jeremy's lower lip, and the blonde obligingly let his mouth gently open. He'd kissed him before. Loads of times. They kissed for experimentation in the beginning, and then for fun, and later for more fun, and sometimes when they were drunk... Like now... But Sonder hadn't even finished his second glass...

"I've topped. Loads." Cass. And he was really being very liberal with the word 'loads'. Maybe a couple of times, but lately they only hung out when they were both on massive amounts of drugs. He was sure Cass had sex with Shosh now more than ever, now they were on the road and in each other's space at every moment. With Jeremy's rough face in his hand, his soft lip against the tip of his thumb, did he really even care who Cass was shagging?

He leaned forward and kissed him. Gentle at first, playful, as if it were a question. 'Is this okay? Were you just teasing me?' And Jeremy answered with vigour. The boy wrapped his arm around Sonder's waist, forcing the smaller boy up, his stomach pressing against Jeremy's chest. Okay, definitely not teasing. Sonder's hand went up into Jeremy's gorgeous hair, which he tugged, and the blonde emitted a moan. Sonder smirked against Jeremy's mouth and so the boy answered it, tugging on Sonder's hair, his tongue pushing into his mouth. Sonder moaned, much louder than Jeremy's, which had the boy chuckling. "Idiot." Sonder whimpered, biting Jeremy's lip and dragging, slowly, letting the reddness pop between his lips while the Lockhart locked eyes with him.

"Is this okay?" Jeremy asked through his hooded eyes, luscious eyelashes batting ever-so-sweetly. Sonder gave a small whimper. Cass. He looked up, thinking about it for a moment. How happy Cass seemed with Shosh. How drunk he was with Sonder. Maybe they weren't compatible as a couple. Maybe they were better as friends? They'd jumped into everything so fast, which was just so unlike Sonder. He had been proposed to by Caldwell before he'd even had a dick inside or around him.

His hands rested on Jeremy's shoulders, thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin of his neck. He'd known the boy for most of his life. And he'd always wanted him. There wasn't a moment in his life where he wouldn't have dropped everything to do whatever Jeremy wanted to do. He truly, with all his heart, loved Jeremy Lockhart.

"It's perfect." He said, firmly and with purpose. And as soon as the words left his mouth, Jeremy was on top of him like a racehorse out of the starting gate. He kissed up Sonder's slender neck, brushing his nose up his skin. Sonder straddled Jeremy on the couch as drag queens yelled at each other. Jeremy grabbed a hold of Sonder's ass and pulled him closer while the other went up his shirt to play with Sonder's pierced nipples. It was all so much. And in such a position there wasn't much Sonder could do but to moan, whimper, and grind. He could feel Jeremy's erection pressing eagerly against his ass. Sonder had been hard almost the entire conversation. His own penis pressed into Jeremy's stomach.

"Is it too much?" Jeremy asked, coming up for air. Sonder shook his head immediately as he rubbed his ass pointedly against Jeremy's dick. The Lockhart fumbled at the fastening of Sonder's jeans, and Sonder stopped his grinding. "Does that ever work? You sweet moron, skinny jeans." He mumbled the words lovingly through kisses and bites before dislodging himself from Jeremy's lap. "My place or yours?" He giggled, pointing to his room. It was definitely the closest, and it was the one more equipped for penis on penis sex.

Jeremy grabbed the boy in a fireman's hold, having Sonder make an unsavoury noise as he was suddenly scooped up. And so easily... "Jeremy!" He protested, not-so-secretly loving it. It wasn't long before he was thrown back onto his own bed. He had bought himself an extremely impractical bed spread. Bright pink and fluffy, like a stuffed toy. It was not for having sex on. Sweet, stupid Jeremy didn't think of that at all and jumped on it eagerly. "Oh my god! If you got cum on this I'd actually skin you and use you as a bed spread instead. I'd Buffalo Bill your sweet ass." Sonder shoo'd his friend off the bed until it was just sheets. The sheets could handle it.

Jeremy looked so sweet standing beside the bed, waiting impatiently, dick literally in his hands for Sonder to ready himself. Lubricant on the bedside table, an array of condoms. Toys, if they wanted to. Sonder had come a long way since Caldwell, virginal and afraid, Moore. He wouldn't have to blow Jeremy to hint to him that he wanted to have sex. Jeremy only needed to see the hungry look in Sonder's eyes as he walked calmly around the bed to his best friend and pushed him into a seated position. He took Jeremy's chin between his thumb and forefinger and had the boy look up at him. "I'm down for anything, really. And I don't normally top. I'd rather ride than top. I'll top if you really want but I'd prefer to lay down on my Egyptian cotton sheets and have you ravish me." He brushed his thumb across Jeremy's kiss-swollen lips. He looked up at him with his silly puppy eyes. Clearly, he hadn't expected his teasing to come to this.

"I'm down for anything." He pulled on Sonder's wrist, making the boy giggle, as he fell back into his bed. Jeremy started by undressing him properly this time. Sonder's dick popped up lewdly as his pants were pulled roughly down, and he turned an even deeper shade of red. Jeremy managed to pull Sonder halfway down the bed with a tug of his jeans and Sonder had to do the rest, kicking them off unceremoniously.

"Your dick is perfect, what were you even talking about?" Jeremy didn't wait for an answer as he took the length in his warm mouth. Sonder's toes curled. Oh, God. It had been a while. He wouldn't have lied and said he'd never imagined Jeremy's mouth before. Even wanked off to it. But he was so.... Eager. Hungry. Sonder grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him up, crawling over him, kissing and tasting the saltiness on his mouth.

Jeremy's jeans were easier to extract but they both giggled as the woolen jumper captured Jeremy's upper body. It gave Sonder an opportunity to tickle him at first, his first instinct, and then to lay him back and kiss all over his chest, flicking his tongue against his nipples. A contained Jeremy gave a muffled moan before being able to get the jumper off completely, and once he had his hands he put them to use. Jeremy spat in his hand and Sonder scoffed. They had lube right there! Jeremy appeared to not notice as he grabbed a hold of both of their dicks and let his saliva be the lube and... Oh. And it felt very nice, made nicer by the fact that Jeremy had a little dribble making a line of spit from his mouth to his dick. Sonder's toes curled.

He put his finger to the line of spit first, an attempt to wipe it up? But Jeremy took it as an excuse to take Sonder's finger in his mouth. His tongue flicked just deliciously and Sonder moaned. Jeremy was a well trained slut and Sonder hadn't taken advantage of it at all. Jeremy had been out fooling around all of Hogwarts and Sonder had been left masturbating to the thought of it. He had to make up for lost time now. He replied to the finger sucking by taking Jetrmy's big manly hand in his and sucking on his finger in kind. It was Jeremy's turn to moan as Sonder gave the boy a preview of what he could do to his thick dick once he got a a chance to. He looked down between them, at his own dick on top of Jeremy's. The similarities and the differences. And for once, he didn't care.

Jeremy had a wet finger now, which was exactly what he had planned. He pulled Sonder forward and kissed him deeply, lewly, his mouth hungry to taste, his lips bruising and teeth grazing. And with that, he pressed his wet finger against the warm hole of Sonder's ass. The boy cried out in shock and pleasure, and before Jeremy could very annoyingly ask if it was okay, Sonder pressed his hand against Jeremy's, making his finger go inside further. It felt so good, and Sonder could feel himself becoming overwhelmed. With their bodies so close together there was barely room for a hand on a dick anymore, but Sonder made do. With less of a stroking and more of a teasing of Jeremy's slit.

Sonder felt himself come, sticky and warm, all over Jeremy's stomach. And once Jeremy realised what was happening, he too added to the mess. Sonder let out a soft screech at the untidiness of it all and pressed his legs together in an attempt to contain the sea of semen. Jeremy only laughed, and being the friend he was, he threw Sonder off of him and let the jizz go everywhere. Sonder cried out in protest and as he did, Jeremy laid his full body weight over his stomach, cum and all. He shrieked, pushing at the mountain of a man on top of him to no avail.

"Disgusting! You have to wash my sheets."

"Why?! It's your fault as much as mine!"

"Be-Because I made an attempt! You're so gross, oh my god! Get off me!"

Jeremy obliged with a goofy, just-done-it look on his face. Sonder rolled his eyes. Covered in cum, he was already stripping the sheets around Jeremy's naked body.

"Get up, you big... God, you big goofy mess! C'mon, we can shower."

That manged to get him standing at least, and to be quite fair to him, he did put the washing on. Sonder sucked Jeremy off in the shower later that night. Jeremy returned the favour later in his own bed, but there was no mess that time.

They cuddled together as they had done a thousand times before. Jeremy's face against the back of Sonder's neck, Sonder absentmindedly tracing on the skin of the arm Jeremy threw over him.

"What am I meant to say to Cass?" He asked quietly, waited patiently for an answer, but Jeremy had fallen asleep. Sonder drifted off too, but only after worrying about his ethics for a few more hours.

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How Insufferable

A/N: I’ve had major writer’s block the passed couple months and I really am trying to dive right back in and I got this request and I really love this concept. So, I’m going to try my hardest to write something for it, I think I can and maybe it’ll help me get out of my funk! Enjoy guys😊

pairing: bill denbrough x reader

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Richie’s eyes drooped with boredom and he had to push his glasses up his nose to stop them from falling off as he peered over the lenses and sighed heavily, “God, please forgive me and end this torture. I don’t know what I did so wrong to be cursed with a bickering bunch of idiots. I repent, I swear to fuckin-”

“Shut the fuck up!” You and Bill’s heads whipped in Richie’s direction as the words fell simultaneously from both of your lips and his eyes perked up in astonishment.

“Are they fucking serious?” He pushed his glasses up his nose again as he sat forward and turned to look at Bev who was trying her best not to bust out into laughter. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged at Richie, no words spoken, “All they ever do is argue and talk talk talk, I swear my head is gonna fuckin’ explode if they don’t shut the fuck up!” He tugged at a loose curl to bring it out of his eyesight and huffed in annoyance.

Richie wasn’t wrong, though. You and Bill Denbrough were the last two people anyone would want to be stuck alone in a room with. For some reason, you and Bill could never manage to get along growing up. Your friends loved you both to death, but not when you two were together. The term ‘opposites attract’ could never be anymore false when it came to you two. You and Bill were so very different from each other to the point that either of you would find anything and everything as a valid point to argue.

You could point out that the sky was blue and somehow Bill would manage to disagree and list off as many reasons as he could to prove his point was true. It made no sense, but you would do the same thing to him and after awhile all of your friends decided that you and Bill together were completely and utterly insufferable.

Today, you found yourself sat in Bill’s living room with the rest of your friends, trying to decide on the first movie to watch of the night. It was Friday and that meant your weekly movie night with your friends. This week, you had to suffer through a night at Bill’s. No one ever went to Eddie’s or Bev’s for movie night, but the rest of your houses were always rotated between every week. Of course, Bill made a movie suggestion and you disagreed. Cue the arguing.

“We’ve been here for an hour and a half and haven’t even picked a movie yet...” Eddie sighed as he watched the two of you bicker.

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve had it. I’m going to grab a movie and put it on and I doubt they’ll stop arguing long enough to notice, so it doesn’t even matter.” Ben spoke curtly as he stood up.

“Yeah, well I doubt we’ll even be able to hear it over all the arguing.” Stan ran his hands through his curls in frustration.

“Who cares, we’ll turn the volume all the way up and they’ll take the hint... hopefully...” Mike piped in and his comment didn’t help to lighten the mood very much.

Ben walked over to the shelf of movies in Bill’s living room, trying to squeeze by the two of you as the arguing began to get more intense. He grabbed a random movie, not bothering to actually look over his choices.

As the movie started, Richie reached for the remote and turned the volume all the way up and suddenly, you and Bill’s bickering ceased. The two of you looked over at the TV and back at your friends who all eyed you in frustration for a brief moment.

“What is this? We didn’t even all agree on this movie!”

“Oh, for the love of God, do you realize how long we’ve been here, Bill?” Stan raised an eyebrow at Bill who stayed quiet and didn���t answer his question, “Exactly. We’ve been here for an hour and half and for majority of that time the two of you have been arguing over the fact that you can’t agree on a movie, so we just picked one and put it on. We’ve wasted enough time listening to you two.”

You and Bill looked at each other, completely flustered and silence settled over everyone as you both sat down in defeat.

“Fucking finally...” Richie grumbled as he stuffed some popcorn into his mouth and slouched into his spot on the couch.

“Shut the fuck up!” Once again you and Bill simultaneously snapped at Richie who scoffed and threw his hands up in the air as he looked around the room at everyone, who in return all shrugged their shoulders and snickered at him.

“I hate it here...” He spat under his breath.

—

“No fucking way.” Your breath hitched and you felt your face heat up with complete and utter anger as you watched a proud and pompous Bill wave the paper in his hands in front of your face.

“Oh, yes fucking way, babe.” He smirked down at you and Bev pursed her lips to try and hide the smile that was threatening to creep its way onto her face. It seemed like out of everyone in your friend group, she actually enjoyed the back and forth bullshit between you and Bill.

It was your last summer as high school students and everyone had gotten their acceptance letters to the college of their choice, Bill being the last. As much as you clashed and found that you were very different people, you both had managed to dream of getting into the same college and what do you know, you both had gotten in.

You and Bill would be going to the same college and you swore you could have exploded from the anger that was coursing through your veins. Everyone else had decided on different colleges and when it had come to everyone’s attention that you and Bill chose the same college it became a huge joke amongst the group. There was constant teasing from everyone and for some reason you seemed to be the only one bothered by it. Bill even found it quite amusing.

“Do not call me fucking babe.” You spat your words harshly at him and crossed your arms as you sank down in your seat on Ben’s couch. It was another Friday night full of movie fun time, but you were most definitely not having fun at this point. Bill was late and came barging through the door halfway through the movie, bragging about his acceptance and you wanted to rip your hair out. You thought this would be the end of it and you would find your peace away from Bill and only ever have to see him when you came home for the holidays, but boy were you wrong...

“Alright, you two need to cut this shit out. Now that you’re going to be stuck with each other at college maybe it’s time you try and put your differences aside and I don’t know, start getting along.” Richie raised an eyebrow suggestively at the two of you and you scoffed at him, but Bill was completely silent. Almost as if he was thinking about Richie’s words intently.

“Yeah fucking right.” You grumbled and Bill coughed awkwardly.

“I mean, maybe he’s right. You’re gonna be stuck with me at college, do you really wanna be so angry all the time? Maybe... maybe we could try and be... friends...?” Bill looked almost pained at his own suggestion as his eyes hesitantly locked with yours.

“Am I dreaming? Is Bill really offering a truce right now? Somebody pinch me.” Stan teased and Beverly cackled.

“Yes, he’s really offering a truce, Stan. It’s really happening, don’t worry.” She smirked as she looked over at the two of you and you scrunched your nose up in annoyance at her. It stayed silent for a few moments after that as everyone eyed you expectantly, waiting for some sort of response.

Your face fell and your demeanor softened as you uncrossed your arms and sighed heavily. You looked up at Bill and spoke as though it took everything in you, “Fine..”

“Wait, what was that? I uh, I couldn’t quite hear you.” Bill’s smile was sickeningly sweet as he cupped his ear and leaned toward you in a teasing manner.

“I said fine!” You raised your voice and Eddie flinched at how loud you were, causing Richie to snicker and everyone else looked just as amused.

“Good.”

“Good.”

—

The rest of the summer you and Bill had managed to get along somewhat, trying to get into a routine that you were both comfortable with. You carried it with you into your start at college together, but had plenty of moments where you swore you would break. You could never understand what it was about Bill that tested your nerves so much, but he did.

Richie always joked that there was this undeniable sexual tension between the two of you, but you always brushed his comments off considering who he was. I mean, it was Richie Tozier for crying outloud, he managed to make everything about sex.

If you were being honest, the idea of fucking Bill didn’t seem that unappealing, but the idea of bashing his head off of a wall didn’t either. It was quite the dilemma for you and you had no idea how Bill felt about Richie’s comments or if he thought you were attractive, too. A part of you wondered how he might feel inside of you or if he would sound hot talking dirty to you.

You hadn’t had sex in a very long time and anytime you found yourself sexualizing Bill, you told yourself it was the fact that you had gone so long without getting anything that made your thoughts run wild and let you think of Bill in such a way. You couldn’t possibly be thinking straight...

“Hey!” You snapped out of your thoughts and slammed your textbook shut on your bed at the sound of Bill’s voice ringing through your ears. You jumped up and grabbed the blanket from your bed, trying to cover yourself. Considering you were in your own dorm room, you had been lounging in your panties and an oversized t-shirt.

“Do you ever knock!?” Bill smirked at you and the way your cheeks turned bright pink as you clutched the blanket tightly around your body.

“Sorry, babe, you left the door unlocked and I had some good news. I knocked, but you must have been too busy with whatever you were doing to hear me, so I just came in.” His eyes trailed over you and you mentally cursed yourself for getting lost in your thoughts when you did.

“Bill, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me babe?”

“Sorry, sorry. Just so used to getting under your skin and that one always worked.” He shrugged in amusement and you rolled your eyes at him, “Anyway, there’s a big frat party tonight and I figured you’ve been super stressed lately. Maybe this would be a good chance for you to unwind and have some fun. You’re always so worked up. You should come, I’ll give you a ride and we can hangout. We’ve gotta get along remember?” He smiled at you and you thought about the idea for a moment before nodding.

“Fine, sounds like fun. I could use a drink... or thirty...” He laughed at your response.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up here at 8. Be ready.”

—

8:02pm

“You’re late.” Bill teased you as you slipped into the passenger seat of his car.

“Shut it, Denbrough.” You laughed as you rolled your eyes at him. It seemed like you had been doing that a bit too much lately.

“Yeah, yeah.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he started the car and pulled off, “You look nice.”

“I look nice? Damn, I was sorta going more for a hot look, but nice works, too.” You joked.

“Well, I wanted to keep it sweet. Usually, if I said anything along the lines of hot I’d be a gross pig and we’d start arguing right about now.” He made a valid point and you blinked at him for a moment before looking out the passenger window. You wanted to look anywhere but at his face right about now.

The rest of the ride was almost completely silent except for the low volume of the music coming from his car radio and it was almost painful how awkward the silence was. You were certain the car ride was a lot longer than you anticipated when you pulled up to the frat house, but maybe that was your mind torturing you.

Before you could let yourself out, Bill was on your side of the car and opening the door for you. You stepped out onto the pavement and ignored how clammy your palms had gotten within mere seconds after experiencing how nice Bill could be to you. Sure, you two had been getting along a lot better since going to college, but there was something different about tonight. You didn’t linger on the thought for long and your feet carried you to the front door with Bill right behind you. His hand rested on the small of your back as you both squeezed through the crowd of college kids outside on the front lawn and your cheeks began to heat up. Get it together, y/n...

Once inside, after about twenty minutes you and Bill had parted ways and somehow you found yourself against a wall while some drunk frat guy hovered over you, his hand resting against the wall above your head as he talked and bragged about his position on the football team. Or was it lacrosse? You weren’t too sure, because your mind was more focused on the nasty cheese breath wafting in your face and you wanted to get rid of him badly. You caught site of Bill across the room and he was talking with some girl who was wearing practically nothing, but he was facing you and he locked eyes with you for a moment. He could read the expression on your face very clearly and excused himself from his conversation.

“Babe, is everything alright over here?”

“Oh hey, yeah everything is great. Just listening to Jimmy over here tell me about his football team winning the other night.” The frat guy looked at you confused.

“It’s... Johnny.. and I was talking about my lacrosse team.” Bill stifled a laugh and patted Johnny on the back.

“Well, Jimmy- I mean, Johnny...” Now it was your turn to stifle a laugh, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve got to steal the lovely y/n from you now. I think we were just heading out, weren’t we?”

“Oh shoot, that’s right. I’m sorry, he’s my ride.” You pursed your lips and threw your hands up in a sense of defeat.

“Well, could I grab your number?” You heard him, but pretended as though the music was too loud and you looked at him quizzically.

“What was that?” You shouted over the music dramatically and he went to repeat himself as Bill dragged you away from him.

You both made it to the kitchen and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. You opened your mouth and went to thank Bill, but he spoke before you could, “Nice one. I was this close with that chick, Penelope. She definitely saw me taking you away from that frat douchebag and probably thinks we’re screwing so there goes my shot.”

You blinked at him in disbelief, “Wow, and to think, I was about to thank you for saving me back there, but never fucking mind! God, you always manage to remind me why I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Oh shut up, not my fault only the douchebags like you and try to get in your pants. You know, who you attract says a lot about who you are as a person, did you know that?”

“Wow, fuck you, Bill. What if he was trying to rape me or something? You should wait before you open your mouth and complain about my distress, considering you were the one who wanted me to come here in the first place!”

“You’re so overdramatic! Obviously he wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“No fucking shit, but you didn’t know that. You’d look like a real piece of shit for talking to me like that if he had been.”

“Well, he wasn’t.” He was being rather cold and you were so stressed that you weren’t sure how much you could take right now. You went to open your mouth when suddenly, people were barging into the kitchen and knocking into Bill, causing him to spill his cup of whatever he was drinking, all over your outfit. You were a bit tipsy and fuming with anger, so your first thought was that he had purposely spilled his cup on you and instead of trying to one up him and maybe throw your drink back at him and humiliate him, you felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Go fuck yourself, Bill.” Your words came out low and shaky as you slammed your solo cup on the counter, vodka splashing out of the cup.

“y/n, wait-” You knocked your shoulder against his as you stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs of the frat house you were in. You weren’t sure why you had chosen to go up the stairs rather than out the front door, but maybe Bill being your ride had something to do with it.

You opened the door of the first bedroom you saw and instantly slammed it shut behind you. You went to lock it when suddenly someone was opening the door and keeping it open with their foot when you pushed back.

“y/n, let me in!” Bill urged you to open the door.

“No, leave me the fuck alone and let me know when you’re done and ready to leave since you’re my fucking ride. I’ll be fine up here locked in this room!” You continued to push back against him, but it was no use. His foot didn’t budge and he was much stronger than you. Suddenly, the door was flying open and he was looking at you while trying to catch his breath. He looked at your white blouse, seeing the beer seeping into it and the mascara streaks running down your face.

He felt weird for it, but he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked soaked in beer and your makeup a mess.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me? What the fuck do you want?” The hurt and embarrassment was evident in your voice and he sighed heavily as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down in silence.

“Listen, it was an accident. I didn’t throw my drink on you on purpose. A bunch of frat assholes came into the kitchen and bumped into me and my cup spilled on you. I would never go that far. As much as we butt heads and don’t get along, I would never intentionally hurt your feelings and embarrass you like that.”

“Oh, fuck you, you’re so full of shit. You coincidentally get shoved and accidentally spill your drink on me mid argument? Yeah, right.”

He huffed in frustration as he stood up, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Are you fucking serious? You really think I’m that much of a dick? What did I ever do to you for you to think so lowly of me? Seriously, I’d love to fucking know. If you hadn’t noticed, it seems like it’s a one sided effort on my part, for us to get along. You’re so wrapped up in the idea that I’m the asshole, that you’re acting like one!”

“Oh, so I’m the asshole!?”

“Yeah, yeah you are!”

“God, you’re so fucking insufferable! I can’t stand you, I hate yo-” Your eyes widened when your sentence was cut short by Bill’s lips on yours. There was no way this was happening right now, “What are you doing?” You questioned him as you pushed him away slightly, your eyes searching his.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m sick of this tension and the more I thought about Richie’s theories, the more they made sense. I mean, why else do we act this way toward each other? Every little thing about me sets you off, vice versa. Yet, when I walked into this room and looked at the way your shirt got all see through from that spill, I couldn’t stop thinking about taking it off of you. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a single inappropriate thought about me, because then you’d be lying.” His words were coming out in a low whisper and his face was inches from yours and your head was spinning and your throat was suddenly going dry.

“So what if I have?” You tried to sound confident with your words, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to.

“Then why did you push me away? It wouldn’t be so bad if we, y’know, got rid of some of this tension. Would it?” His breath mingled with yours and you swore you weren’t tipsy anymore, it was just your brain trying to wrap itself around exactly what was happening here.

“You know, it’s quite conceited of you to assume that I’m sexually attracted to you to the point of establishing a horrible relationship with you just to avoid the fact. Maybe you’re wrong.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“God, you are one stubborn woman.” He shook his head as he grasped your wrists in his hands and pulled your arms away from your chest, “We should get this off of you, before you reek like cheap beer and get sticky, don’t you agree?” He let go of your wrists and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you gulped and nodded your head. What the fuck was happening?

He reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, “Okay, this doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. Just help me clean up.” He nodded at you and pulled you against him and dipped his head down to lick and suck on your chest all in one swift movement. You bit your lip, trying not to moan. It had been far too long since someone had done anything like this to you and to say it felt good was an understatement.

“Like I said, didn’t want you to get all sticky. Figured we could save some paper towels and I’d just use my tongue.” He spoke softly against your ear and you shoved him away and toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting the end of the mattress and suddenly, he was falling backward onto the bed as you locked the door of the bedroom before turning back around to face him.

“Just shut the fuck up and let’s get this over with.” You spoke quickly as you climbed ontop of him and he smirked up at you as he wrapped one hand around your waist and used the other to steady himself as he scooted backwards and against the headboard. He reached up and behind you, unclasping your bra rather quickly and you raised your eyebrows at him, somewhat impressed. For some reason, even though you had thought about Bill many times in that way, you always let your bitterness toward him get the better of you and you assumed he was one of those guys who all the girls gawked over, but when given the chance he was a complete fumble and two pump chump in bed.

In that very moment of him unclasping your bra effortlessly and his head dipping down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you realized how wrong you might be. This wasn’t going to be some horrible experience that you’d regret or something you had only let happen because of how horny you were. This was going to be one of the best experiences of your life and it was about to be with Bill Denbrough, the one person you thought you couldn’t stand more than anyone else.

You raked your fingers through his hair and your fingers dug into his shoulder as he continued to lick and suck at your nipples. You grinded your hips downward into his and he let out a low sexy groan. His erection was undeniable and damn, he was big. You didn’t even need to see it out of his pants, you could tell. Suddenly, he was flipping you over and hovering above you with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before. A look that made you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to give yourself some sort of friction. He used his knee to pry your legs apart and settle himself between them, his erection pressing against you through your underwear while the skirt you wore bunched up around your waist.

“I know you’ve thought about me plenty of times. Like today, when I walked into your door room I know the reason you didn’t hear me knock was because you were thinking about me, thinking about what it would be like to have me inside of you.” With each word spoken, he grinded against you harder and harder and you whimpered at the way he spoke. He really did sound hot when he talked dirty to you..

“Th-that’s not true...” You bit your lip as you tried to keep a straight face while looking up at him.

“Oh, stop lying already. You’ve wondered for a long time what I would be like in bed, huh princess?” He dipped his head down to your neck and dragged his tongue across the nape of your neck as he thrusted against you again. You moaned and found your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets below you, “It’s okay to admit it. I’ve wondered about how much of a little whore you could be for me if I got you in bed and here we are. Now, let’s see how much of a whore you are.”

You let out a few shaky breaths and the emotions running through you were strange. If you weren’t in such a vulnerable position and also weren’t so insanely horny and Bill ever talked to you like that, he would have gotten a slap to the face. That was certain, but at the moment you found yourself getting wetter and wetter with each dirty thing that fell from his lips.

He leaned back and began to unbuckle his belt. You reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans for him and helped him pull them off as quickly as possible as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Shoes fell from your feet and his as you both kicked them off. He reached down and under your skirt, his fingers playing at the waistband of your panties. You whined slightly and bucked your hips and he laughed at how impatient you were. His fingers toyed with your panties for only a few seconds longer before he slid them gently down your legs. Goosebumps rose against your skin and suddenly he was throwing your panties behind him and over his shoulder and his head was between your legs.

He gently ran his index finger and middle finger over your slit, loving the feeling of how wet you were for him, “You’re so wet for me. You like to be called a whore don’t you?”

“No, I actually don’t, but there’s something about the way you say it.” You didn’t look down at him right away as you spoke, but when you did he looked ready to destroy you.

“So...” He slid one finger inside of you as his face hovered over your center, his hot breath hitting your core, “if anyone else called you a whore in bed you’d be mad, but I can call you my whore and that’s okay?” You moaned at the way he slid another finger into you by the end of his sentence and curled them as he peaked up at you, a sly smile on his face.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Your words fell from your lips breathlessly and he pumped his fingers faster and faster at the sight of you writhing back and forth in pleasure.

“Be a good little whore for daddy then and cum for me.” He pressed a kiss to your clit before flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh and curling his fingers inside of you repeatedly. You felt the heat pooling in your stomach and you were certain you would explode any second.

He let his tongue relax and swirl lazy circles around your clit and then fast circles and back and forth between the two as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside of you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it princess, cum for me. You’re daddy’s little whore, right? I’m gonna make you cum so many times tonight you’re going to lose count. We’re just getting started.” He had pulled his head away from your center, replacing his tongue with his thumb so he could talk you through your orgasm and by the end of his sentence you were clenching around his fingers and moaning so loud you were sure someone would hear you over the music downstairs. He pulled his fingers out of you, your cum dripping down his fingers and he reached up to your mouth with them, “Clean it up, please, you’ve made quite a mess.”

You looked at him with big eyes and flushed cheeks as you grabbed his hand and licked every last drop of yourself off of his fingers. He looked at you in awe, before he climbed ontop of you once again and settled himself between your legs. He dipped down, pressing his lips hard against yours as you slid himself into you. You whined into the kiss and gasped as he continued to slowly slide himself into you as far as he could. He really was huge and you not having sex in over a year wasn’t helping the pain. He groaned as he reach down and gripped one of your thighs tightly in his hand as he slowly slid back out of you only about halfway and then back into you rather quickly this time.

His pace quickened and he leaned back and pulled away from your lips, letting go of your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your feet behind him and changing the angle of his thrusts causing him to moan as he grabbed a hold of your skirt bunched around your waist. His hand gripped the fabric tightly as he pounded in and out of you and his other hand grabbed one of your legs from around his waist and threw it over his shoulder.

You gasped and let out a loud moan as your knuckles turned white from how hard you had been grabbing onto the sheets beneath you, “Does that feel good? Is that the spot? Is daddy’s little whore gonna cum again?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined and bit your lip as you looked up at him, ready to come undone all over again.

“Be a good little girl and cum for me.” He groaned as he went harder with each thrust into you. You bucked your hips upward and your leg fell off of his shoulder as another orgasm washed over you and your walls clenched around him, “God, you’re so tight.”

Suddenly, as you came down from your high he flipped you over and one of his hands came down against your head, pushing your head into the mattress as his other hand helped his cock slide back into you from behind. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you whimpered beneath him at how rough he was being out of nowhere. His other hand winded back and came down hard on your ass and he pulled your head against his chest by the fistful of your hair in his hand. His other hand snaked around your neck and you felt like you were going to collapse, you couldn’t even steady your breathing as he relentlessly continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna-”

“C’mon, let go. Cum for me again like the little whore you are.” His words cut you off and drove you over the edge, another orgasm hitting you hard. Your legs began to go weak and your body started to go limp. He let your hair go and you fell forward on the mattress, ass in the air once more.

“Bill, oh my god, I’m cumming.”

“That’s it, that’s my girl, cum for me.” You moan at the way he calls you his girl and your orgasm continues to hit you. You could have sworn you were seeing stars at this point and then he’s asking you, “Can you give me one more? Daddy needs you to cum for me one more time.” He’s pumping in and out of you rather slowly as he questions you and you whimper, but you nod your head nonetheless. He grabs onto your hips and his thrusts quicken once again.

He hits your spot repeatedly and your walls tighten and untighten around him and he moans at the way it feels. Your body is practically shaking as he pounds into you just a few more times and that’s when it hits you. His thrusts become sloppy and right as he pulls out to unload himself on your back your orgasm hits you, but it’s rather different this time. You moan loudly, your legs giving out and suddenly, your laying in complete wetness as he finishes onto your back.

“I get bonus points for making you squirt like that.” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion before you realize that’s why it’s so wet. Bill actually made you cum four times and you squirted one of said times. You were rather impressed with how good he was. You just hum in response, unable to move for a moment.

He sifts throught the dresser and grabs a couple of random shirts, one for you to wear and the other to clean up the mess he made on your back.

“So, we should probably hurry out of here before we get caught. Don’t want anyone thinking you got black out drunk and pissed on this randos bed, do we?”

And there was the Bill you knew...

“Fuck you, Bill.” You shakily stood up and he was already dressed. Quickly, he’s grabbing your panties and helping you put them back on before grabbing the t-shirt he had found for you and pulling it over your head.

“Let’s get you home, squirtie.”

“Okay, this is never happening again, I don’t care how good it was. You’re still an asshole.”

“Yeah right, you’ll be calling me over tomorrow night, don’t worry.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Why? I’d rather have you do it for me.”

“Oh my god, just drive me back to my dorm and shut up.”

Smirk.

Eye roll.

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I think that was actually pretty good, but I didn’t fully proof read it so if there’s any mistakes then oops lol. Hope you guys liked it😌

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No.17 - Cooking

Chapter 1-9

Chapter 10

Danny hears birds chirping. The sound gets interrupted by some strange screeching from a much larger creature he doesn't know at all because he has never camped out in the jungle. He's surrounded by a green sea and the reason why he's out in the wild is Steve. And momentarily, he's lying in Steve's pull-out bed. Naked and alone.

Danny takes stock. The blanket covers half his face and tickles his nose. He's curled up in a comfy sleeping position. He knows from the outside there is nothing to see but a lump under a sheet and a mop of blond hair peeking out at the top. That's him still in bed, barely awake. He doesn't move, doesn't show that he hears what's going on in the small open room that combines kitchen and sleeping space.

And there's wind.

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Danny listens to the softness that is moved air and the way it rustles in the treetops. He almost feels the air move gently over his warm skin. And he's aware of the amount of sand between the sheets. And that brings all the wild memories of their breathtaking and strangely intense lovemaking to the forefront of his mind. He notices the steady thud of his pulse in his ears. Even with all the sound filling the air, a magical calmness rests on top of all.

He breathes and sustains the way his body temperature rises. He's alone in bed. Cracks tear slowly through the powerful mood from last night, the assurance that Steve and he have taken the next step. That's how Danny sees it. Even if they didn't talk at all. Their kisses and how they fisted the other's hair and swallowed each other's breath when they came was proof enough that the tide has changed. Danny clings to Mary's confirmation that Steve deals with emotions so differently than the rest of them.

Danny listens to the clatter of someone cooking. Steve. The air is saturated with the most delicious coffee scent.

More memories of last night rush in in a flash. The way Steve murmured his name like a prayer. And how he watched him come, hold his gaze in the same way he carried him inside, with a steely grip – not letting go, not allowing Danny to blink, to look away. And Steve let him see, too. He showed him how he felt. God, it was so much more than sex. They have bonded over fucking into each other's fist.

More heat lets him break in a sweat. He rolls over to lie on his back. Danny listens to the noise from the kitchenette. It's not good. The sound carpet isn't smooth and in sync with a happy, content mood. The sound is tempered. And Steve is already up. That's not a good start either. Steve hasn't woken him; hasn't said he's getting up. Danny has expected at least a word, a soft kiss. After last night? Yeah, a gentle press of lips is what he has wanted and has wished for.

The clatter quiets down for a bit. Danny can still handle the pressure of the increasing sorrows which makes him fist the sheets. He holds his breath. He tries to analyze the rhythm of how dishes are moved, cupboards get opened and closed. Occasional odd bumps and a spoon slipping from fingers into the sink make Danny twitch. What the fuck is wrong?

No morning snuggling, no morning sex.

Steve just got up before Danny has been awake. He snuck out from under the sheets. What does this mean? It means something. It always does. They had unfamiliar emotional sex. Danny wanted to say that he loved Steve; wanted to groan the three magic words into his mouth when he arched into Steve's arms before his balls got painfully drawn up and the dizzying wave of his climax knocked him almost unconscious. And Steve watched him as he has never seen anything more beautiful. And Danny felt like crying and that has never ever happened before either.

He remembers how Steve fell asleep on top of him, totally exhausted. Danny was the one to wipe off the cum and the sweat. His heart ached when he watched the guarded look on Steve's face he did not even lose in his sleep. He covered Steve with a blanket and pulled him into his arms. Steve was comatose, knocked-out completely. Danny was worried he might have bad dreams but the only thing he remembers is sweet nothingness and one of the best nights of sleep he has had in a long time.

Maybe Steve had bad dreams and he was so beat that he just slept right through Steve's struggle.

Why did Steve get up without waking him? Danny pretends to be still under and listens. The clatter has no melody. The longer Danny waits the more jacked up it gets. There's a nervousness to it and the soft, constant floating movement Steve normally has with plants doesn't come through at all. It gets chopped, inharmonic even and it's interrupted by total silence as if Steve is lost in thoughts.

Danny knows what this means. Of course, he does. He thinks of nothing else but last night and how this changes everything. Steve must be all worked up about what has happened between them. Maybe he's worried about how to go on. Steve's a guy of honor and devotion. He has made a statement last night. Danny knows that. But Steve doesn't know that Danny knows this and that he's the same kind of a statement-making guy. Having sex like that is not sex anymore, it is already making love with a commitment. Danny doesn't fuck around for kicks. He never has and he never will.

They didn't talk, not really, no actual words that would end in full sentences. They weren't capable of doing that. There was nothing but passionately grunted 'fucks', 'keep goings', 'harders'. Lots of groans and moans and the profound tongue-licking. God, Steve can lick and suck. Danny shivers. His cock twitches and tents the bedsheet. Last night, their brains were bloodless with their balls heavy and their hands everywhere.

When the clatter stops entirely Danny's alarm bells push him out of bed. He throws the blanket off and gets up. He doesn't care how he looks. His hair sticks out in all directions. He blinks and rubs the sleep from his eyes and pads over to where Steve is busy doing morning chores.

Steve stands with his back to Danny. The room is small. Danny knows Steve has heard him getting up. Danny's naked and it feels good, natural even. His clothes are soaked with mud lying around somewhere in the garden. And he forgets he has a shirt he could put on. Steve has put on some boxers. It's not the time now to worry about such banalities.

Steve's breathing is off, and he has this hard line in his shoulders again where the tension shows. Danny steps up behind him and wraps both arms around his waist. He presses his still bed-warm body into Steve's back. "Good morning, babe," he kisses the patch of skin in front of his face. He rubs his scratchy cheek over Steve's bare skin. He holds his breath and waits for Steve's reaction.

A large hand moves over to cover Danny's forearm. Steve's tight grip is alarmingly painful as if he wanted Danny to keep from leaving. Steve hangs his head. Danny senses the stuttering breath he takes. "Good morning," he answers like a question.

"You're cooking breakfast?" Danny's fingertips trace Steve's fast-beating heart beneath the skin under the soft arch of his impressive pecs.

"Yeah, I thought you might be hungry." Steve strangles the rag he holds in the other hand. He's agitated and tries to play it down.

"And you're not?"

Steve's smile pierces through his words. "I sure as hell am."

"Got some spare boxers for me?"

"Yeah, somewhere in the wooden chest there on the wall."

The fact that Steve doesn't even mention Danny's hard on pressed between Steve's ass cheeks makes him hurry. Steve's too wound up in an invisible world with a worst-case scenario concerning Danny. He is tied up in emotions he can't express with words. And they mess with his mental state. Danny wants to understand, and he still needs to talk about Grace and the dolphins.

They eat in silence at first. Scrambled eggs, toasted bread, and watermelon. Steve has his elbows propped up and nips at his huge mug. "You said last night you wanted to talk about something." He lowers his coffee.

Danny puts down his fork. "Yeah, right," Mary's words float back into his mind. Danny must be patient this cannot go sideways. He has no idea how Steve will react once he starts talking about his baby girl and the mammals. Danny leans back and fumbles with the knife. "I had a talk with Grace last night. I tucked her in. I went back to Stan's and Rachel's to make sure they are okay. Grace loves to tell me about the stuff that made her happy during the day." Danny clears his throat and watches Steve. He listens and wears a blank expression as if he waits for a punishment.

Danny can't stand it. He leans forward and reaches with his arm halfway over the tabletop. His hand is turned upside, his palm is open, his fingers relaxed. An invitation for Steve to take it. Danny stays quiet and waits patiently. With a sharp exhale and the inner decision to jump Steve grabs Danny's hand and circles his fingers around his wrist. Danny latches his hand around Steve's forearm like a lock and holds on tight.

"Steve, it's okay. I just need to ask you something. Don't wait for the beating. There's none, okay?" Danny speaks gently.

"Okay," Steve loosens his grip a bit but Danny won't have any of it. He keeps on holding on tight.

"You, uh, gave Grace a promise. I just want to check with you if you can keep it. You told her to show her dolphins at your beach. She dreams about going to see your dolphins. Can you keep it, Steve? The promise?" Danny lifts his eyes and stops fumbling with the knife. He's nervous too.

Steve casts his gaze and shoves the food around on his plate. "Do you think I promise your little girl something I can't keep?" He seems deeply offended. He wants to pull his hand back.

Danny doesn't let him do that. "It was intense, yesterday with Mary's pregnancy. With me and Grace and meeting your friends, who turn out to be my teammates. I didn't get the part of the conversation where you said you'd show Grace the dolphins at the beach where you live. I don't even know where this is." Danny sighs. "You should have informed me first before you go and say stuff like that to Grace. She's only six, Steve. Her world is different. To her, everything is real, and all dreams always come true. Do you get that?"

Steve puts the fork down. There's a beat of silence. "I get it, Danny." He shuffles and pushes his chair back, but Danny's grip tightens around Steve's forearm. "I bought a paddling pool and a life vest for Grace. The ocean is so big and she's so small." Steve's voice is thick. He tries hard to sound normal.

"I don't understand, Steve. Why the pool? And the life vest? Do You want to take her out on the ocean?" Danny inches forward. He's not sure what Steve tries to say.

Steve shakes his head. "No, man, the ocean is too dangerous for her. Too big and too wild for a little girl." He stops and Danny sees the hard beating of his pulse in the vein curving up the throat. "I told her we have to wait. We have to ask Danno. The dolphins won't appear before the big tide changes. A few more weeks but then she will see them, swimming in big schools. She can watch from the shore, totally safe and in no danger at all."

"That – that sounds great, Steve." Danny scoots closer. "I'm sorry, I assumed you would want to take her out on a surfboard, six miles from the shore." He laughs shakily. The love for this incredible man burns like wildfire through his body.

Steve adds in a hurry. "I also bout some stuff to build a sandcastle. And, uhm, and a sunshade. Sun blocker, too, stuff for a beach day, if –" his voice dies in the middle of the sentence.

Danny's heart is about to burst into a million pieces. Steve starts to crawl back into his shell. He has admitted what Danny and Grace mean to him and Danny hasn't answered to that. Steve's too unsure to stand the silence. He wants to get up.

Danny pulls him gently back by holding on. He slips his hand in Steve's and laces their fingers together. He fights with the moisture in his eyes. "You did all that, huh? You plan a beach day at your house for Grace and me. God, you're killing me, Steve."

Steve doesn't eat, doesn't move. "Only if you want." He murmurs.

"When did you plan to tell me? I mean you have to invite us."

"I'm telling you now." Steve hugs Danny's hand hard.

"I love the idea and I know Grace will be bouncing with joy to be with you." Danny waits but Steve tries not to combust with nervousness and stabs holes with the fork in a watermelon piece. "Did you buy a can of color for her room, too?" Danny chuckles. It's meant as a joke.

"Turquoise," Steve says as if it's the most normal thing to say. But the tightness in his upper body tells a different story. He's dangerously close to tear his hand away from Danny's grip to dash out the back door. Steve's hand trembles slightly in Danny's embrace. "Grace said she likes the colors of the ocean. I bought turquoise and different shades of blue so she can choose."

Danny's sucks in a harsh breath. "Steve,"

But Steve freezes and wants to pull his hand out from Danny's grip. "Let me go, Danny," he demands.

"Don't. Steve, please, don't do that. Give me your hand. I need five seconds to let your answer sink in."

"It's too much, is it? I went overboard. I scared you off. I'm sorry," Steve has Danny's hand in a choke-hold, cutting off the bloodstream. He's falling fast and hard in the wrong direction. "I don't know how to do this. I don't know what's right or wrong. I thought," Steve swallows dry and runs his hand through his hair. He leans on his elbow and hugs his neck with one hand to hide his face from Danny. "I thought I prepare a room for Grace at my house, so she has a place to sleep if you want to stay over. If you want to drop by, spend time with me, be with me." Steve breathes, "I'm sorry if I shocked you. I'm moving too fast. I thought – I just."

Danny tugs at their hands and makes Steve look at him. He wipes at his eyes, "Steve, look at me," Steve's pained gaze melts into something else. Danny knows he has red, watery eyes but the world is not ready for guys like Steve who have a heart as big as the whole damn world and so much love to give it's downright overwhelming.  "I fucking love you, Steve. Don't you get that?"

Steve doesn't answer, doesn't say it back but he swallows hard, bites his lips.

"Grace loves turquoise. She's going to love her room and everything you have planned for her. I can't believe I found you. I don't know what to say." Danny almost chokes on the love. This feeling when beauty is too much to sustain. He grabs Steve's hand so tight the knuckles turn white. Danny's not ashamed of the tears he wipes off with the back of his hand. "Eat up babe. I wanna take you back to bed."

TBC

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Trust - Chapter IX.

‘I want to touch you,’ I said, looking deeply into Nick’s eyes.

‘But you won’t,’ he stated. ‘you will, however touch yourself.’ It wasn’t really a suggestion but I looked at him confused.

‘Nick–’ I started opposing, but he shot me down.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘No,’ I said, standing my ground. This was way too dangerous, way too personal.

‘Yes.’ His voice was harsh, not liking my opposition. This was Nick in dominant mode once again, he had the control and he wanted me to do whatever he wanted. ‘It won’t be any different than what we’ve already done.’

‘But–‘

‘No buts,’ he said. ‘I made a promise to you and I’m going to keep it. But I want to see you.’

‘This isn’t… comfortable for me,’ I said, biting my lip.

‘That’s a good thing since I want you to get out of your comfort zone,’ he said with a smirk. He was sure of himself, sure of this, but I still had my doubts. This was too much, another line that we shouldn’t cross. ‘Do you trust me, Milla?’ he asked a bit quieter. I looked into his eyes once again and nodded.

‘I do.’

‘Then,’ he started, leaning forward and placing his now empty glass on the coffee table. ‘take off your clothes.’

Warnings: mature content, BDSM content Pairing: Nick Jonas / Other Female Character This fanfiction can also be found on Wattpad by fnntth

I don’t own Nick Jonas or any other recognizable characters. This fanfiction is completely fictional, its only purpose is entertainment.

Chapter IX. - Boy I know you wanna touch

I’ve never actually spent the night with a man before – well, except for one of my high school friends who was nowhere near my boyfriend, rather a best friend. I was a little worried that I’d might snore, or kick Nick sometime through the night, but thankfully none of those things happened.

Laying in Nick’s arms felt so right, so natural that my tired mind couldn’t see anything wrong with it. It didn’t feel like doing something bad, it didn’t feel like cheating. As soon as Nick’s muscular arms hugged me close to his chest, so I could feel his heart beating, I felt like everything in our word was in its place.

I’ve slept probably better than any time in the past months. Nick’s proximity was like a sleeping pill, I’ve felt safe in his arms and with him holding me all night it was easy to believe that the outside world didn’t exist. That there were no fans, no Priyanka, no reputation to uphold, we weren’t living words apart in every possible sense, we were just two young people sharing a bed for the night.

When the morning came, I started waking up from the peaceful sleep slowly. First I was halfway through the land of dreams and reality, starting to sense the world around me little by little. The tiny hairs on Nick’s legs tickling my smooth skin, the warmth of him making me hot, my head on his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. One of his hands resting on my bare waist that sticks out between my top and pajama bottoms, the other holding onto my hand, while resting on his belly. I could feel the sunbeams making their way into the room, since we forgot to close the blinds yesterday.

It was all so peaceful. Something I never imagined I’d need or want, waking up next to a man that cared about me and that I had slowly started developing feelings for.

As his breaths became less calm and rhythmic, I could tell he was awake. Raising my head, not caring about what a mess my hair must’ve been, I turned to face his handsome face that somehow looked even more attractive with the glint of sleep still in his eyes.

‘Morning, Beautiful,’ he said in his hoarse morning voice, and I seriously had to hold myself back from letting go of the restraint and kissing him then and there. It was so extremely hard not to do it.

‘Hey,’ I said with a soft smile on my face, turning back to lay my head on his chest. At least this way I wasn’t face to face with his inviting pink lips. Instead, I was fronted with the very much noticeable bulge under the covers, which made me even hotter.

Sure, morning wood. That’s what someone who doesn’t usually spend the night with men is inclined to forget about. I could feel redness creeping onto my face, but Nick didn’t seem bothered by it for now. Why would he? It was completely natural.

Instead, he started running his hand from my waist to my shoulders along my spine, giving me instant goosebumps. His other hand was still holding onto mine, only for me to notice something that I haven’t paid attention since we’ve been here.

‘Where is your wedding ring?’ I asked quietly, running my fingers along his ring finger. I didn’t want to continue our fight / conversation from the night before, this was just something that I noticed. He was usually wearing it: I’ve seen it on his hand during the concert, interviews, public appearances and even our FaceTime calls.

I could feel that he sharply inhaled, then as if he was trying to calm himself, slowly exhaled. His hand on my back didn’t stop moving for a moment.

‘I took it off,’ Nick said. ‘Didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Didn’t want to think about her at all, I guess.’

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, biting my lip. Honestly, I didn’t want to think about her either. We still had a lot to think and talk about, but maybe, just maybe we could procrastinate that talk for a while. Just for today. Didn’t we deserve one day?

‘Let’s do that,’ I said finally, turning around in his arms again. ‘Let’s not think about her, it, this whole complicated situation. Let’s just enjoy today, with the condition of still being able to look into the mirror tomorrow.’

Nick looked at me with so much emotions in his eyes that I couldn’t really recognize every one of them. He was a complex man, and he usually kept his emotions well hidden, that’s why I had no idea how to read them. Unfortunately, we’ve barely spent time in the same room and reading faces through phone cameras wasn’t exactly easy.

‘Okay,’ he said with a smile on his face. ‘How ‘bout some breakfast?’

We kept to our deal of pretending that everything was fine through the whole day. Of course, we never left the suite, Nick couldn’t be seen outside and we found just enough thing to do in the hotel. It didn’t really matter where we were and what we were spending the day doing, the only important thing was that we were together.

Getting used to Nick’s presence was so easy. I was still in awe about how mundane he looked, wearing his sweatpants and a dark grey hoodie, laying on the couch while he was looking for something to watch. He was just Nick, just a boy, and probably this was the first time I could completely let go of the fact that he was Nick Jonas.

During the day, we were closer to each other than the day before, not paying so much attention to keeping our distance. For the better part of Saturday, we were cuddled up together on the couch, only moving for bathroom breaks and room service lunch. We were talking, laughing, telling stories, but most importantly enjoying each other’s physical company.

And really, for the day we managed to forget everything from the outside world, neither of us checking our phones, only concentrating on one another.

This whole day was so happy, so peaceful, yet somehow so overwhelming. The way we understood each other, the way there was no fear of sharing oud deepest thoughts and fears. The way I trusted Nick, telling him about the most embarrassing stories in my life, or talking to him about my doubts and feeling about the future. The way our minds were in sync, scared me, so did the fact that there was no border, no holding back of my thoughts. I just wanted him to know everything and wanted to know everything about him.

I’ve probably never ever trusted anyone this much. And it was scaring me.

That’s why, when Nick went to check his blood sugar after dinner, I slipped out to the balcony and lit up a cigarette, my fist since the late night one. With Nick’s constant company I didn’t feel the need to smoke, but now, after this whole idyllic, yet overwhelming day, I felt like a short break was needed.

I inhaled the nicotine, looking out to the harbor in front of me. It wasn’t particularly warm outside, I was only wearing some yoga pants and a tank top, so I had to cross my arms in front of my chest to keep myself warm.

‘I should put you over my knees and see if I can spank this bad habit out of you.’

I was so lost in my head that I didn’t even hear the balcony door open, or Nick step outside. When he spoke up, letting his presence known, I jumped a little, instantly turning around and looking at him with a shocked expression on my face.

First, I had no idea that me smoking bothered him this much. He’s told me earlier that he thought of cigarettes as nasty things, bad for your health, but I mean, he was smoking a cigar or something else here and there.

Second, the way he spoke, in a deep, threatening­– no, promising voice, it sent chills down my spine. During yesterday and today we’ve never really brought up the sex topic. It was quite easy – or at least easier - keeping my hands to myself, while we were just casually speaking about everything and anything, speaking about sex or anything related to it would’ve made things even harder.

I thought Nick was with me on this, but now I seriously felt like that he was just postponing this topic for me to get as comfortable around him as possible. Sex itself was part of Nick as a person. The sexual energy always radiated off him, making it almost impossible to hold myself back. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

The air around us instantly changed, now charged with sexual tension. It’s not like I wasn’t hyper aware of Nick’s proximity ever since I set foot in the suite. I could feel his body next to my all day around, when he moved, I felt the changes in the air. His intoxicating scent filled my lungs, and anytime we touched – on purpose or not -, I winced from the electricity between us.

I could’ve expected this, yet I was extremely surprised. I didn’t think we’d go there, to talking about sex, while we were so close to each other physically. It was an even more dangerous game that we’ve been playing before.

‘Put it out and come inside,’ he ordered and I didn’t even think about denying his order. He could control me from thousands of miles apart, because I gave that power to him. Now that we were in the same room, his effect was even more intensive, it’s like my body didn’t even wait for an order from my own mind, it just blindly followed Nick’s request.

I looked at him with my lips parted as I re-entered the living area of the suite. The mood in the room definitely changed from the flirty and playful to much more dangerous and sexually charged. It’s ridiculous how quickly this was possible.

Nick was sitting on the couch, his posture composed, yet he seemed completely in control. He was sitting in a power pose, letting me know if I had any doubts that he took over all of the control of the conversation. His face was expressionless, yet his eyes were glistering with mystery and excitement. I took a seat across him, in one of the comfy armchairs, so only a coffee table was separating us. I deemed this safer than sitting next to him.

Not that I didn’t trust that he was going to keep to his word of not touching me. Perhaps I was a little confused about it a few minutes earlier, but my thoughts were calmer now as I adjusted to this situation. Nick wanted to play. Hell, I wanted to play too. And this was possibly the only time we could do it personally and not through the screens of our smart devices. I trusted him to know where the line was and I trusted him in keeping his vow of not touching me, not doing anything that would make us cheaters.

However, I did not trust myself. I did not think that my self-control was going to be strong enough to keep me from touching him. So, I had to be confident in Nick having that power over me too, in being able to control me, to keep me from doing something that would make me extremely guilty tomorrow.

It was ridiculous, the fact that I trusted him with my own control more than I trusted myself.

‘Did you ever think about the reason BDSM excites you?’ he asked, licking his lips, as if it wasn’t hard enough to stay in my seat. This is when I noticed the wine glass on the coffee table, one that Nick has clearly poured for me while I was outside. It was a little funny how well he got to know me, sensing that I needed something to relax my nerves. I reached for it, taking a sip and Nick did the same with the glass of scotch he already had in his hand.

If I had any doubts about the conversation turning sexual, they were all gone the moment he asked this question. I can imagine how long he was planning of bringing it up, I could tell that talking about sex, talking about BDSM excited him, made him more vigilant. It excited me too, much more than I would’ve ever imagined. Just this question of his made me warm and I could feel the tingling sensation between my legs, which I tried to cover up by crossing my legs, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nick of course. His only reaction was a smirk.

‘Not really,’ I answered. ‘Probably because I like to always have control of myself and the things around be. Giving that up is…’

‘Dangerous?’

‘Scary,’ I said.

‘But it’s something you need,’ he stated, taking another sip of his drink. ‘You need a place to let go of all the stress of being a smart and successful woman. You need to be put into your place, shown that letting go of control is not the worst thing in the world.’

‘What about you? Why does it excite you? You are in control during the day, why do you want it even during the night?’ I asked, not really having a filter at this point anymore. We were past me being embarrassed, or not knowing each other or not trusting each other.

‘Because I have a different interpretation of being in control than you do,’ he said in his deep voice. ‘For you, being in control is overwhelming, pretending that you can manage everything is sometimes just inconvenient. For me, control is who I am, I’ve always been in charge of everything. So, having the control during sex is something that makes me thrive, having control over someone is like a drug.’

‘Do you think of yourself as a Dom?’ I asked a question that I’ve been thinking about for quite a while. ‘I mean, I called you dominant a few times and you never denied it.’

‘I am dominant. In my career, mostly in my life and especially during sex. But I am not a Dom,’ he answered without hesitation.

‘What is exactly the difference?’ I had my own interpretation of the difference between the two things, but I wanted to hear Nick’s point of view.

‘I’d dominate the hell out of you during sex,’ he said easily, as if it was just yesterday’s news that we were discussing. ‘I’d make you beg, I’d punish you, I’d spank you.’ His words were making me clench my legs even tighter. ‘But I’d never take that to any other part of our lives. I would never expect you to serve me during the day, or call me Sir outside of the bedroom. Just as you would never submit to me during the day, never let me make decisions for you or oblige to my every request. This is what makes you submissive, but not a Sub and me dominant, but not a Dom.’

‘How many people know this about you?’ I asked, taking another sip of my wine. I was excited, aroused and looking into Nick’s dark eyes didn’t exactly help. He looked so comfortable, talking about these things, he was still completely in control of the conversation and of his posture.

‘Me liking rough sex? Not many,’ he said, running a hand down his stubble. ‘A few close friends. Joe. My exes.’ I wasn’t surprised about Joe knowing this about his little brother, I imagine there weren’t many secrets left between them. ‘I know that you feel like this, being interested in BDSM makes us different, Milla, but it really doesn’t. Most of the relationships aren’t just vanilla, even if people barely talk about it. Elements of domination usually show up here and there.’

‘Yeah, elements,’ I nodded. ‘Not the whole package. Not completely submitting to another person.’ There was a difference. ‘When was the first time you started realizing this about yourself?’ I asked the next question.

‘When the band went on a break,’ Nick said, not moving his gaze from mine for a moment. Even if he was only wearing sweats, he looked so hot, especially talking about this topic that I wanted to move from the armchair, sit on his lap and forget anything else. ‘I had more than a few one night stands, then somehow ended up in a club with a friend.’

‘A club?’ I asked, my breath getting caught in my thought. As if this whole conversation wasn’t hot enough. ‘A BDSM club,’ I assumed.

‘Yes. It was quite exclusive, everyone had to sign NDAs when walking through the door,’ he said. ‘The first time I went, it was just out of curiosity. I wanted to know what happened at these parties. I was quite surprised to find it exciting and to want to go back.’

‘How was your girlfriends’ reaction to this?’ I couldn’t hold back the questions, I wanted to know everything. ‘Did they let you have your way?’

Nick looked at me for a long minute, contemplating of answering this question, not because of the trust factor, but because we agreed to leave the outside world out for the day. This wasn’t us bringing it into the room, this was just me getting to know him. He must’ve made the same conclusion too, since after a sip he answered.

‘Olivia was quite surprised the first time I spanked her. She didn’t necessarily like it, I could tell, but she let me try a few things. The flings after her, they didn’t really get the whole thing, but it wasn’t serious with any of them anyway.’

‘And Demi?’ I asked, biting my lip. I knew that they had sex, he’s told me before.

‘It was complicated.’ This was all he said. I studied his expressionless face, but decided not to let it go.

‘Demi is also dominant,’ I assumed. She was a girl-boss, a successful extremely talented woman, dealing with addictions that she couldn’t control. I imagine during sex she needed the control and wasn’t willing to give it up. ‘That’s why your relationship didn’t work out. Sex wasn’t working the way either of you wanted and neither of you was willing to let go of control.’

‘Sometimes you’re way too smart,’ he said hesitantly, confirming my theory.

‘What about Priyanka?’ I asked, biting my lip. Bringing her up didn’t freeze the mood, she was just like any other past girlfriend of Nick’s. He looked at me quietly for way too ling, his fingers playing around the glass on the armrest. Talking about Priyanka is different for Nick, she’s not just some past girlfriend, she’s currently in his life. Sharing this with me means sharing problems in his present.

‘She’s a vanilla girl.’ This is all he says and finally, finally I have a reason of why he is here with me, of why his marriage isn’t working the way it’s supposed to. ‘We talked about it a few times, but she was always so against it that I didn’t push.’ I let out the breath that I didn’t even notice I was holding back. Somehow it calmed me, the fact that Nick does not dominate his wife, that control is something she can’t give him.

‘So, you went about two years without doing what comes natural to you.’ I was careful with my words, sensing the sensitivity of this topic.

‘And I thought I can do that for the rest of my life,’ he nodded, pure honesty radiating off his face. ‘I believed that it was a small price to pay for being married to the love of my life.’ I bit my lip, keeping my face expressionless, even though I hated hearing him referring to Priyanka as the love of his life. ‘Turns out, I’m too weak to do that.’

I couldn’t react to this. I had no idea what was the right reaction. After months he’s given me a reason to why we were doing this, yet it wasn’t the reason I was looking for. Before my doubts could change the whole mood of the evening, Nick has changed the topic.

‘What kind of porn turns you on?’ he asked out of the blue, and I almost choked on my wine. I looked at him with a shocked expression, earning a smug grin from him. ‘BDSM, I know, but I want details.’

‘Why do you even assume that I watch porn?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows. I didn’t feel embarrassed, I just wanted to know what was going on in his head.

‘Where else would a woman with your sexual charge find satisfaction if having sex with men isn’t on the table currently?’ he asked with a smirk. ‘Tell me.’

‘I like rough and bondage videos,’ I started, biting my bottom lip. ‘Sometimes I watch threesomes.’

‘Two guys one girl?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded. ‘Also domination and submission films.’

‘What else?’ he asked, his voice slightly more excited, but still not moving from his reserved space.

‘Toys, spanking,’ I said, and Nick instantly nodded, as if he assumed this. ‘And one of my recent favorites is…’

‘Yes?’ he asked, leaning a bit forward.

‘Throat fucking videos,’ I said quietly, feeling dirty from even pronouncing these words. I could hear Nick’s sharp inhale, though he didn’t really seem surprised. ‘Especially the ones with the upside down position.’

My words were affecting him, I could tell. The dim light helped cover the growing bulge in his pants, but I could see some outlines, which was affecting me as well. I shifted again in my seat, the tingling between my legs intensifying as his darkening eyes followed my moves.

‘What about choking?’ he asked, his voice hoarser than before. This is when I realized that we weren’t just talking about my porn watching habits, rather about limits. Not that there was any chance in the near future that we’d need them, but Nick wanted to know. He wanted to know what excited me, and wanted to see how far he could go if given the chance.

‘I like watching it,’ I replied a bit hesitantly. ‘I don’t know if I’d like feeling it.’ Nick’s glance told me that he was sure I’d like it.

‘Anal sex?’ he threw the next question to the table.

‘Watching or doing?’ I asked, clarifying the question.

‘Both.’

‘I’m not sure.’ I really wasn’t, this wasn’t something I’ve thoroughly thought about before. ‘I just can’t imagine how that can be enjoyable for a woman.’

‘Trust me, it can.’ And I trusted him. Not that we’d ever get the chance to actually try it, not with how things were standing now. ‘About toys, what is the absolute no for you?’

‘I don’t like the clamps,’ I said, thinking back to the porn videos I’ve watched before. ‘And probably the electricity is a bit too much.’ Nick nodded.

‘We’ve clarified that you like the idea of spanking,’ he said and I nodded. We’ve clarified this in the first sexual phone call we’ve had. ‘Only palm or whips too?’

‘I’m curious about whipping,’ I admitted, moving a bit around once again, trying to create some friction for my throbbing core.

‘Stop fidgeting,’ he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his conversation was having on me. ‘Blindfolding?’

‘Yes.’

‘Vibrators?’ We were getting down to business. I liked this.

‘Yes. You do know this all is just theoretical, right?’ I’ve never done any of the things above with a man, and even though Nick knew this, I felt the need to remind him.

‘I do,’ he nodded. ‘That’s what makes it so good, you are like a virgin in this,’ Nick smirked and I couldn’t argue with him. ‘Where would you let me come?’ I froze for his question. This wasn’t the porn talk anymore, or at least I don’t think so. Only thinking about the answer made me hotter straightaway, making me blush. Nick looked at me expectantly.

‘Everywhere,’ I said, which startled him clearly, or at least that what I think clearing his throat implied. His eyes widened and I liked this reaction, which made me smugly smile at him. I liked that he wasn’t the only one that could surprise me.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, the bulge in his pants even more visible now. I needed to touch myself, but the factor that we were in the same room was stopping me. It was different on FaceTime. I couldn’t stop myself from moving around, clenching my legs harder as I was emptying my wine glass.

‘I want to touch you,’ I said, looking deeply into Nick’s eyes.

‘But you won’t,’ he stated. ‘you will, however touch yourself.’ It wasn’t really a suggestion but I looked at him confused.

‘Nick–’ I started opposing, but he shot me down.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘No,’ I said, standing my ground. This was way too dangerous, way too personal.

‘Yes.’ His voice was harsh, not liking my opposition. This was Nick in dominant mode once again, he had the control and he wanted me to do whatever he wanted. ‘It won’t be any different than what we’ve already done.’

‘But–‘

‘No buts,’ he said. ‘I made a promise to you and I’m going to keep it. But I want to see you.’

‘This isn’t… comfortable for me,’ I said, biting my lip.

‘That’s a good thing since I want you to get out of your comfort zone,’ he said with a smirk. He was sure of himself, sure of this, but I still had my doubts. This was too much, another line that we shouldn’t cross. ‘Do you trust me, Milla?’ he asked a bit quieter. I looked into his eyes once again and nodded.

‘I do.’

‘Then,’ he started, leaning forward and placing his now empty glass on the coffee table. ‘take off your clothes.’

So, I did this time. I felt extremely uncomfortable, vulnerable, bare in front of him, as he studied my every move. There was nothing sexy in this strip, I took off my yoga pants and my tops, but left on my panties and bra for now. I already showed much more of my skin to him than I’ve ever wanted. I felt insecure, so I tried covering as much of my belly with my hands as possible, while Nick still hasn’t moved or turned his glance away.

‘Don’t do that,’ he asked, his voice slightly softer now.

‘I’m not happy with my body, Nick,’ I shrugged. I’ve never really talked about this with him before, it wasn’t a topic that I deemed necessary to touch while we were only talking on the phone or FaceTiming.

‘You’re extremely sexy. Your body is amazing. One day, when I’m able to touch you, I’m going to show you just how beautiful it is,’ he said, his voice sounding like a promise. ‘I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever.’

I swallowed, but still nodded. My mind was playing around his promise, hoping that our relationship will actually see a day, when we can touch each other.

‘Are you going to take off your clothes?’ I asked quietly, just as I was sitting back into the armchair. Nick silently nodded, then got up, getting rid of his T-shirt and sweatpants. I was like a hungry kid, watching him strip out of his clothes, letting them pool at his feet.

He looked so sexy, so amazing that I felt even worse about my body. The muscles of his young self were less defined now, but his V-lines were still clearly visible. His muscular upper arm and, oh, his thighs made my mouth water, but not as much as the outline of his member under the white Calvin Klein boxers. I wanted to touch him, I could have, but just as I would’ve raised my hand, he shot a strict glance into my direction.

‘Take off your bra,’ he ordered and I shook my head.

‘Underwear on you means underwear on me,’ I said, holding onto this.

‘One piece of underwear on me means one peace of underwear on you,’ he corrected, looking at me with expectation in his eyes.

‘That’s not fair.’

‘Life isn’t fair, Dear,’ he chuckled, but leaned forward, elbows on his knees. There wasn’t even three feet distance between us, we could’ve easily touched. We didn’t. I unclasped my bra and threw it on the rest of my clothes, just revealing another body part of mine that I didn’t like. Nick could sense it. ‘Now tell me, what is your problem with your lovely breasts?’

‘Too big,’ I shrugged. I always wanted perky little boobs, but nature didn’t listen to my wishes. ‘Even my nipples are too big.’

‘There’s no such thing as too big boobs, trust me,’ he chuckled, clearly enjoying the view, as he couldn’t move his glance from my chest area. He moved a hand to his crotch, adjusting himself in his boxers, which made me involuntarily growl.

‘I want to see you,’ I said, looking at him expectantly. Even if I couldn’t touch him tonight as I wanted to, I could see him if he let me. Nick looked like he was weighing his options for a minute.

‘Since you asked so nicely,’ he smirked, slowly pulling down his underwear. My lips fell open, I didn’t actually expect him to fulfill my wish.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Nick was actually naked, sitting on the couch across me. His member was hard, glistering with pre-come. He was even bigger than I’ve expected, he’s had both the girth and the length. I would’ve closed my eyes for the thought of what he could exactly do with it, but I was way too mesmerized to look away at all. I didn’t care if I was embarrassing myself, but Nick didn’t seem to think so, since he just chuckled at my reaction.

He didn’t touch himself yet, just comfortably laid back, and let his penis slightly lean against his abdomen, his happy trail. I’m sure it was a torture for him as well, yet nothing could be seen on his face.

‘When you’re done staring, it’s your turn,’ he noted, and I didn’t care. I didn’t even try to oppose, just took off my panties, and sat back, a little worried that my wetness would make a stain on the fabric. I closed my legs, so he couldn’t see anything, which Nick didn’t exactly like. ‘No, no, no, you see, if you can see me, I get to see you.’

I bit my lip, a little bit embarrassed about opening my legs for him to see my most private parts. It would’ve been different if we were having sex. But now, me spreading my legs felt uncomfortable. Nick had an impatient look in his eyes, so I still did it, just slightly parting my thighs so he could see my lady parts.

‘You’re wet,’ he said, with a smug smirk on his face. He was clearly satisfied with himself. ‘You haven’t even touched yourself yet, and you’re so wet I can see it from here. I must be really good,’ he chuckled.

‘Jerk,’ I groaned, throwing a cushion at him, which he caught and placed onto the couch next to him. “You’re hard, so I must know something too,’ I shrugged. I liked this, the mood in the room heated and playful at the same time.

‘How ‘bout we help ourselves then, hm?’ he asked, raising his eyebrow. He didn’t wait for an answer, which told me that even though he was still in control, he started getting impatient. He took his shaft into his right hand, giving himself a few short strokes and groaning. I’m pretty sure I could’ve come from hearing that manly voice. I mirrored his movement, running a hand down my belly to my clit, only to moan immediately.

‘Shit.’ I was closer than I thought before, and seeing Nick pleasure himself didn’t exactly help in holding back. It was all so hot.

I concentrated on his hand running up and down on his shaft. His head was so pink, that my mouth started watering instantly. I wanted to take him into my mouth, taste him, lick him, suck him.

‘D’you think you could take me?’ he asked, sensing my glance on his shaft.

‘I could try,’ I replied without a moment of hesitation, my fingers rapidly moving on my clit just at the thought. ‘Then I’d try again and again, until I can take you fully.’ Nick groaned.

‘Give yourself a finger,’ he commanded and I looked up surprised at him. I didn’t know we were – or he was – giving orders on how to use our hands tonight. I did what he asked though, sinking one finger into my hole rhythmically, meanwhile my other hand continued to play with my clit. I moaned.

‘I won’t last long,’ I warned him, my glance returning to his beautiful member that was thick, the veins on it throbbing. This told me he was pretty close too. We were going to come together, but something didn’t feel right. The distance between us was way too much.

This is when I was reminded to a scene from an old fanfiction I’ve read, and without thinking I acted on it. I quickly stood up and walking around the coffee table, I was standing in front of Nick, not caring that he could see every bit of my body up close.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked, his tone curious, his posture freezing a bit.

‘I need to be closer to you,’ I said.

‘You know I can’t touch you,’ he replied, his tone strained. His hand stilled on his cock, but I could sense his need to come.

‘I know, and you won’t have to,’ I put my hands on Nick’s shoulder, making him lean back on the couch, while I kneeled on either side of his thighs. We were dangerously close to each other and it was all my fault – not that Nick really opposed. I was sitting on those damn sexy thighs of his, merely inches away from his cock, and I wanted him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Yet I knew that we couldn’t cross that line. Confusion was all over Nick’s face as he removed his hand from his cock, ready to push me away. He promised, after all that he wouldn’t let me do anything stupid.

I wanted to kiss his pink lips so badly.

‘You won’t touch me in any way you wouldn’t touch your fans or friends,’ I cited his words from yesterday. ‘But I want to be close to you when we come.’

Nick looked at me silently for a long second. Then, he replaced his right hand on his cock, while his left on the armrest – I liked to think that it was for keeping him from touching me.

‘If you move one inch closer, I’m pushing you off,’ he warned, and I loved how he was keeping to that stupid promise he made to me, even in this aroused and hazy state of mind. I nodded, my fingers back on my clit. ‘Add another finger,’ he commanded, so now two of my fingers were slipping in and out of me. I couldn’t stop moaning.

Nick’s movements on his cock also speeded up. For minutes nothing could be heard in the room, but my moans and his groans. I felt hotter than ever, more on edge, sexier, closer to orgasm than before. I could feel Nick’s thigh muscles clenching under me as he was involuntarily thrusting up into his own palm.

I was breathing rapidly and so was he. The tiny hairs on his thigh tickled my skin, the sensation of him being under me, yet barely touching, almost sent me over the edge. All I could think about was him; how amazing he looked as he was getting closer and closer to release, how little pearls of sweat were starting to show on his forehead. How he never moved his glance away from my own, like he could see right into my soul.

‘If I ever let you ride me,’ he started, his voice heavy with passion. ‘I’d make sure you could feel me in the pit of your stomach.’

‘Nick–‘

‘I’d be so deep inside of you,’ he continued, his voice hoarse, his movements even faster than before, his breathing rapid. He was close, but so was I. I had no idea how he had enough composure to talk in coherent sentences. All I could focus on were my fingers inside of me and on my clit and Nick’s intoxicating proximity. The way he was thrusting upwards also moved me, sending small vibrations through my body.

‘I’m going to–‘

‘Curl your fingers and come with me,’ he gave the permission that I didn’t even know I was seeking. I didn’t need anything else, my body acted instantly and let go, about the same moment when I heard Nick’s animalistic groans and felt his come coating my skin on my belly.

I’ve never had an orgasm so intense. The second I curled my fingers, it was like I got into a different world. I forgot to breathe and moaned so loudly, it could easily be mistaken for a scream. I collapsed onto Nick’s chest, panting heavily, just as he came down from his own high.

For long minutes I was unable to talk or move, but so was Nick. We were laying in our own comes, his semen all over both of our abdomens, my juices dripping down on my thighs onto Nick’s. I should’ve felt embarrassed, I’ve expected myself to feel awkward about it, but I didn’t. Not now, not with him.

Nick was the first one to regain his consciousness. He carefully placed a hand on my waist, while he hooked the other under my knee and turned us around, laying me onto the untouched part of the couch.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said softly, giving a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. Then he disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he was back, his body cleaned, with a wet towel in his hand. Just as I was about to get up, he pushed me back. ‘Shh, stay still.’

He started cleaning himself off my belly with soft movements, then he also wiped my thighs off, carefully, so our skins weren’t touching. Not that it really mattered anymore. I think in my post-orgasm haze I cared about nothing but the boy so softly cleaning me.

‘What a gentleman,’ I smiled. I didn’t feel uncomfortable, even if we were still both naked. It was a new thing for me, being so intimate with someone, trusting someone so much that I didn’t try to cover every part of my body from him.

‘My mother taught me to clean up after myself,’ he replied cheekily. He took the towel back to the bathroom, then went to the minibar to fetch us some water bottles. I didn’t even realize how dry my throat was.

I sat up carefully on the couch, following Naked Nick around with my gaze, trying to memorize everything about him. Reaching down to the ground, his T-shirt was the first thing to get caught in my fingers, so I put that on, trying to deny how much my stomach clenched when his scent filled my lungs even more intense than before.

‘This was probably one of the hottest things ever,’ I said, taking the water bottle from him, as he was pulling his underwear up before retaking his seat on the couch.

‘Yeah, it was,’ he said, smugly smiling at me. ‘My T-shirt looks good on you.’

‘Really?’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘Then I’m keeping it.’

We ended up sleeping in the same bed again, with significantly less clothes than the night before. He was only in his boxers, while I was in his T-shirt and clean panties.

As much as being in his arms made me happy, something didn’t let me rest peacefully. My mind kept going there again and again, the guilt was coming back, even heavier than before. I knew that as good as this felt, it wasn’t right, and I also knew that we couldn’t return to our respective homes before clearing things up.

Tomorrow was going to be a bad day, I could feel it. Yet, I tried concentrating on the strong arms under my head and around my waist as long as I could, and the curly haired boy whom I never thought I’d ever get this close to.

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In the Dark (Sam Winchester x Reader) Chapter 4

Warnings: Violence, fluff, food, mention of sex, tension

Word Count: 3,647

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been extremely busy and let this fic slip past me. I hope this chapter makes up for it. I am always open to suggestions on how to improve or ideas for the future, just send them in the ask and for which fic! I do throw in some stuff for Dean lovers here and there too. 

Chapter 3 can be found here

Chapter 4

“Wow,” You gloomily replied, “I’m sorry to hear about your parents. I could never imagine watching your brother go through all of that or even what you have been through, all these years.” He half smiled in response, “It’s not so bad. You learn to appreciate the things going right for you.” His words were wise. You often lived by that statement, coming from a bad background yourself. You nod and move to look out to the balcony. The view from your room wasn’t great but it was still breathtaking. You opened the glass sliding door and peered out at the mountains. The night sky met the snowy peaks,  along with lights from the skii lodge. It looked like a scene from a movie. 

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You finally speak with a sigh. You felt a fabric being placed gently over your shoulders. You looked down to see Sam had placed your jacket around you. He seemed too sweet for this line of work. Hunters normally have a cold breeze in their gaze,  a glimmer of loss. Sams stare felt warm. So warm,  in fact,  that you weren’t able to feel the brisk winter night outside just by looking at him. Your statement seemed to take him by surprise in the silence,  "uh-oh… the view. Yeah.“ He looked out to the mountains,  then back at you. "I’m really sorry about Dean,” He spoke placing an arm against the opening of the door. You shook your head,  “Sam,  you’re not responsible for his behavior. He’s actually acting pretty normal for a hunter. I mean,  come on,  I’m solo. Even if he weren’t acting like every other big headed hunter who thinks he’s responsible to be the world’s savior, I presume,  it’s not on you. Shake the weight off.” You nudge his side,  laughing and shaking your arms. He looked down at you and chuckled. “You’re cute, ” He spat out without hesitation. Your eyes widened for a moment before you looked back to the mountains, “Not so bad yourself Winchester." 

The next moment happened so quickly,  that you weren’t even fully conscious of the situation as it was happening. Sam’s lips were soft to pair with the lingering flavor of a vanilla latte. It felt as if the pair of lips against yours,  fit like a puzzle piece. However,  after a few short,  too short,  seconds,  Sam’s lips were pulled away,  but the ghost touch had lasted a few seconds more. The look in his eyes were apologetic. "I’m sorry. You seem like a careful person and I didn’t mean to break a boundary. I usually don’t do… that. We just met. I’m-” You cut off his rambling with a tug on his shirt. Him being taller than you,  you had to have him lean down and what better way than to pull his shirt?  You placed a gentle peck on his cheek,  closed the sliding glass door,  and turned the TV on in the room.  

“No worries.  I don’t normally kiss back. Guess you have an effect on me, ” Did you admit that out loud?  What had gotten into you?  Too late now,  you thought to yourself,  might as well embrace it. He chuckled,  sitting on your bed,  "yeah… I would have to say the same.“ You flipped through the TV,  trying to ignore any awkward silence. Nothing was on. Hunters come and go. Always on the move. Even if you did act on your sudden liking to Sam,  he would be gone after this job. You have heard of the infamous Winchester brothers before, any hunter who hadn’t would be lying. They have saved the world several times and are humble about doing so. For you to be on a case with the Winchesters was intimidating,  but it was only for a short time. You had to remember that before allowing this crush to form into something deeper. “Y/N, I think I’m going to go back to my room. Meet downstairs for some coffee in the morning?” Sam asked, pushing himself off of your bed and making his way to the door. You nod once, then return back to flipping through channels. It must have been late,  because of the fact that only one channel was not running infomercials,  but it was Gilmore Girl Reruns. 

Just as the episode was halfway through, a knock came on your hotel door. You walked over and opened to a nervous Sam. "So,  Dean found company and locked me out of our room,” He was scratching his neck,  chuckling nervously. You stepped to the side,  allowing him an entry and closed the door behind the both of you.  "You can have the bed,  just give me a pillow and the comforter, “ You reached for the pillow and placed it on the floor. He shook his head,  "no. That’s not very gentlemanly of me. I’ll take the floor.” You flicked your brow at him,  "I offered. So take the bed,“ You demanded. He raised his hands up in defeat.  "Can we change the show though? I don’t really care for the Gilmore clan,” He reached for the remote but you snatched it off of the bed first.  

You looked between the tv and him.  This is the episode Dean and Rory are fighting over the fact Dean likes the idea of a house wife. You saw a shocking resemblance between Sam and this Dean character. You paused the cable TV. “Sam,  is it because you kind of look like the Dean character?” You teased making a fake pout. He shook his head,  rolling his eyes,  "no I don’t now give me that.“ He reached for the remote but you pulled it away quickly,  pointing at the screen. "Yeah I think you’re right,  Dean character is cuter, ” You teased, smiling with raised eyebrows. He reached for the remote and you turned to have your back facing him. He reached around you,  his muscular arms almost wrapped completely around your torso,  which meant he was leaning over. He grabbed the remote from your grip but wrapped his arms around you anyways. 

As quickly as they were placed there,  they were removed,  though you wish they weren’t. “Uh,  I’m going to shower. Change the channel. I’ll even pay for something On Demand,” You quickly moved to your bags and pulled out your makeup baf that held your face wash,  toothbrush,  toothpaste,  and makeup. Then you pulled out your fuzzy pajama pants and oversized T-shirt. You rushed to the bathroom and locked the door. You leaned your back against the door and starred up to the ceiling,  remembering the warm embrace that was just upon you. 

Your stomach fluttered and you attempted to physically shake that feeling off. Sam made you nervous,  which meant you were vulnerable. To a complete stranger. He was nice,  intelligent so far,  and extremely attractive. However,  yes,  he was a stranger. A stranger who you let sleep in your room. You weren’t sure if it was from the anger at yourself  or intrusively inappropriate thoughts that came along with Sam,  but you were heating up and needed to jump in the shower to cool off. 

Unlike most women,  you showered rather quickly. The washing your face time part took the longest, as you had a 7 step skincare routine. You cleaned up after yourself,  but left your skin care and make up bag in the bathroom,  before exiting. Sam was lounged on the bed watching Gilmore Girls, smart phone in hand. You gave him permission to shower and lay down on the floor,  snuggled into the blankets. After the long drive today, you fell asleep almost instantly. 

The next morning,  you woke up on the bed,  the sun shining bright in the room around you. You leaned across the bed and looked to the floor. Sam was passed out with only a pillow and his jacket as a blanket. You hopped out of bed and began your morning routine, quickly getting ready and changing into your pencil skirt and blazer. When you walked out of the bathroom, Sam had been standing by the balcony, stretching his long limbs. “Good morning. Why did you move me? Touching people in their sleep is kind of creepy, you know that right?” You walked over to your suitcase. He furrowed his brows, tilted his head like a puppy before understanding what you had meant. “I picked you up. You looked uncomfortable. Coffee?” He asked, placing his phone in his pocket. You nod, grabbing your phone, fake badge, and notepad placing them into your purse. 

When the two of you reached the lobby cafe,  you were engrossed in conversation about a previous demon hunt you experienced and hadn’t even noticed you were next in line. Talking to Sam was simply,  that easy. 

You ordered your black coffee and found a table in the corner of the room,  Sam close behind you with a box of pastries. You pulled your phone out and scrolled,  finding the names of the potential pack members. “Sammy,  where did you crash last night?  Impala?” Dean pats Sam’s back and sits in the chair next to Sam. He had a coffee in his hand. “Good morning,  no. (Y/N)  let me take the floor, ” Sam explained,  opening the pastry box. “I didn’t know what you like so I got one of everything. Muffins,  don-” His display was cut off by Dean snatching a donut out of the box,  chuckling loudly. He took a violent bite out of the lemon blazed donut and looked between the both of you,  laughing now. “What?” Sam asked,  picking up a banana nut muffin.  Dean laughed the entire donut away,  grabbed a chocolate cake donut,  and finally explained,  "I didn’t know Kim Possible here was the type. Atta boy Sam.“ Your brows raised in an instant.  You most definitely were not the type he was referring to. "Not like that. She wanted the floor,” Sam interjected,  pushing the pastry box towards you. You shook your head at the both of them,  "I’m going to interview the staff. Before I do so,  any insight from night crew, Dean? Other than your ..er..babysitter?“ He smirked for a moment and retorted,  "she say alright. Just not on a baby.” You stood up from the table as Sam let out a “gross,” Between muffin bites. 

“No. The chef at the rooftop resturaunt was mysteriously off of work a little early the night of the attack, though. Bet you didnt see that on the schedule?  Someone punched out for him.  Think you’re miss all that, still?” He smirked,  seemingly proud of himself. You rolled your eyes,  placed the glass mug on the return to kitchen rack,  and made your way to the rooftop resturaunt. 

The dining room was elegantly designed,  their awards tucked nearly in glass cases all around the round tables. A chandelier hanging from the middle of the room,  dim lighting even at this early time. You flashed your badge at the hostess and demanded to see the chef. You must have spoken a bit too loud however,  because you heard a scream come from the kitchen. You ran back,  grabbing a silver knife from a table along the way. The hostess stumbled behind you. You turned to the scared brunette and told her that the only way she could help is to get your partners from the cafe downstairs. 

There was no time to wait for the Winchesters,  you burst into the kitchen and saw the chef leaning over a bloody body. The sous chef. The man was large,  muscular,  and wearing a white chef coat. When he spotted you,  the anger in his eyes penetrated your soul. It was game on.  He lunged toward you,  pressing you against the wall. The force knocked the wind out of you,  but you held tight to the knife,  ready to swing,  but the wolf man behind him had other plans. You noticed it was the man you told Sam about last night. He was coming after you,  you were cornered. The door burst open once more and the two men that now appeared,  was a blessing. How they had gone to their car,  gotten their weapons,  and made there way up here this quick was shocking. 

With a loud bang,  the employee was down. You used your free leg,  grunting and using all your strength,  to kick the chef in the groin.  When he bent down you jammed the silver knife into his temporalis muscle,  right through the skull. He landed with q loud crash. The Winchester brothers stood back impressed with how quickly you managed to kill this beast. You shrugged,  wiping yourself off of dust and straightened your skirt. “Thanks for the help boys, ” You began grabbing the body by the wrists. The worst part about this job was the clean up,  well other than the telling families and seeing death parts. 

After the clean up,  you and the Winchesters were in the back alley of the resort,  leaned up against their Impala. “So,  you men off to save the world again or do you have time for another coffee?  I owe you one for saving me and I booked two nights because I didnt know how long it would take us,” You asked,  pushing yourself off of the car. The guys nodded and followed you back into the cafe,  where you ordered a coffee once more.

 "You should eat something,“ Sam motioned towards the box of pastries he bought again. You shook your head and sipped your coffee, ” Thanks but I’m good.“ Dean grunted,  rolling his eyes and grabbed the pumpkin spice donut from the box.  "So where are you off too? Im sure you Winchester guys have bigger fish to fry,” You sipped your coffee and watched as Sam placed a Nutella croissant on a napkin and place it in front of you. You left it in its place.  “Well,  we do normally. But we kind of saved the world for good now. So we are back to tiny hunter to keep us sane,” Dean explained,  grabbing a canole from the box. Dean seemed to finally be warming up to you. 

“So maybe we will catch you again on another hunt, ” Sam smiled warmly at the idea before biting into a blueberry lemon ginger muffin. Dean rolled his eyes,  “bro if you like her, I’m okay with, ” He was attempting to keep his voice low about it and failing. Sam began fidgeting with the muffin,  blushing nervously,  hoping you couldn’t hear his brother. Dean began,  "we can ask her if she wants to… Join the team for a bit.“ You couldn’t pretend you didn’t hear this any longer. Letting out a giggle and feeling your face burn red,  you responded,  "I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m also, a loner kind of girl.” Sam quickly interjected,  "no. I mean you wouldn’t be intruding.  Do you have a permanent home?  Where do you go if you can’t find cases? Blow your money on motels?“ 

He created a good argument,  "not exactly… my money. No,  I don’t have a permanent home and if there are no cases,  motel vacancies,  or money,  I sleep in my car. Old yeller and I ride well.” Sam shook his head in response,  he was chuckling so it definitely was not judgement. 

“We have a bunker. A home. We have plenty of rooms and it’s hidden,” Dean grunted showing that he was annoyed by the idea. You felt pretty overwhelmed and you had just met these guys.  However,  they did save your life and if they were going to harm you they would have done it already. 

After a long moment of silence,  you agreed to join them only after you got your money’s worth of the room tonight. “When’s the last time you boys had some innocent fun? Not bars or women?” The two men looked at each other dumbfounded and shrugged at you. You motioned for them to follow you as you stood up from the table. Sam gripped your wrist and pointed at the croissant,  “eat this and we have a deal.” You began to argue but he furrowed a brow to show how serious he was. 

You sat down at the table with a slight hint of attitude. You picked up the croissant and let the flavors of hazelnut and chocolate explode in your mouth. The buttery flakes of the croissant were the perfect mixture of flaky and doughy along with the chocolate-hazelnut ratio,  this was a perfect croissant. After you finished,  you felt extremely full,  but finished your coffee before standing up and ordering a to-go cup of coffee. 

“You are going to have a stomach issue if you don’t eat and only drink coffee. Take care of yourself so you don’t get medical bills in the future, ” Sam spoke concerned as you made your way to the front desk of the hotel. You flashed your badge to the clerk and leaned onto the counter,  acting exhausted,  "my partners and I have caught the perp, we were thinking about taking a break,  but saw the skiing guests and thought… “ You left a pause for the dark haired scrawny male behind the counter. Falling right into your trap, "let me see if we have three spots for full equipment rentals.” You turned to the shocked Winchesters and flicked a brow with a smirk as if bragging. the clerk frowned,  “I see that we don’t have any slope spots open today,  but we do have three full access spa spots,  let me see your badge or IDs and I’ll have them set up,  free of charge.” You smirked to the men as you all three placed your IDs on the counter. 

“Maybe I can get used to a chick riding along with us,” Dean laughed,  biting into a bagel from the box he was carrying around. “What?  You’re excited about the spa?  Isn’t it too… girly for a man of your taste?” You flicked a brow and walked over to the stairs.  "Well,  as long as you stick with us,  you’ll know Dean likes to take care of himself,“ Sam laughed,  pulling you to the elevator. 

The three of you separated into the two rooms and you changed into jeans,  a pink hoodie,  and sneakers. You then met the guys at the spa in time for your appointment. Sam and Dean were already in robes and slippers,  being entered into the hot tub room. After you checked in they entered you into a changing room with a private locker. You stripped into a robe and slippers then moved into the private hot tub waiting room. 

You dipped your feet into the not-too-hot tub and thought about today’s events. You had just agreed to join two male hunters in their private bunker. In any other context,  it would sound like your life was a true crime podcast. The fact you had a crush on Sam,  only made it worse. The night before,  you had counted on never seeing the Winchesters again to solve your feelings issue. That had no longer been the case since you agreed to stay with them. You either had to lose feelings or act on them. Despite what Dean had said,  the kiss last night,  you didn’t know for sure if Sam liked you. It was implied,  but uncertain. Your last relationship was your only one and you had only dated him because you didn’t want to reject him in front of his frat buddies. Curse your kind soul. 

Now that you actually had feelings for Sam,  you didn’t know how to act.  You looked to the roof and begged for a sign on what you do so that you could get this uncomfortable feeling out of the way.  

Just then a knock came on the door before a female spa assistant came in to assist you. "Your boyfriend requested for you to join him and his brother for the massage and facial,  is that okay?” You nearly chocked on your own spit at the use of the word “boyfriend” When referring to one of the Winchesters. Was that your sign?  Whatever, you thought to yourself,  you’ll take it as one.  You began to get out of the hot tub and follow the assistant into the dim lit room where Sam and Dean were face down already receiving their massage. You lay down,  place the towel over your bottom half,  and had the assistant help remove the robe. You turned your face to Sam,  "tell me why she called me your girlfriend?“ You laughed,  attempting to make a joke out of it. 

Sure,  you could have gone the rest of your life without mentioning it,  but with the sign,  you wanted to see his reaction. To confirm how he felt. He turned his face to you and half smiled.  He looked deep into your eyes,  his beautiful eyes were deeply searching your expression. He didn’t say anything at first,  which made you anxious at first. Did he think it was awkward?  Dean had headphones in that you could hear Metallica playing from across the room. It was an interesting choice of music for a relaxing massage. The point was,  he wouldn’t be able to hear a response and make fun of Sam,  so he had no excuse to worry about him. Other than Dean’s headphones and awkward sex-like grunts when the masseuse worked on him,  the room was pretty silent. 

You felt nervous and could hear your own heart racing as Sam stared into your eyes for what felt like an eternity. This kind of stuff only happens in the movies as far as you were aware. However,  as if his stares weren’t enough,  he answered your question with a soft but charming smile,  "is that so bad?”

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Types of kisses prompts: 16. Chrisjen/Cotyar, 33. Bobbie/Cotyar, 42. Bobbie/Chrisjen (I'm not even gonna bother putting any "or's" between these anymore)

So, shocker, I did do all of them. Behind a cut, because otherwise it would be a hella long post. 

16.Chrisjen/Cotyar - One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss fromthe other person.

Therewas something oddly satisfying in watching Chrisjen be out of her element.Cotyar didn’t necessarily enjoy seeing her be this uncomfortable, but she wasthe kind of person who could walk into any situation and own it, made it play out exactly the way she wanted it. To see her brow furrowed, her lips pursed and practicallyjump out of her chair as soon as they had gotten the all clear that the dropshiphad docked and leave the cramped area was new and it was interesting. Althoughprobably not a good thing to have her in this nervous of a mindset if they weregoing to deal with Mao.

He leftthe marine to fend for herself and followed Chrisjen to a small private areawhere he found her pacing, the click of her heels muffled against the carpet.She shot him a dirty look as he closed the door behind him. Oh good, she wasstill in a terrible mood. “If you mention that we’re walking into a trap onemore goddamn time, I will have you tossed out of this fucking ship.”

“I wouldn’tdream of it.” The look in her eyes could have melted the hull of the ship andit said that she knew he would definitely dream of it. For now he would keepthose comments to himself. He never was sure when she was serious with herthreats to do grievous bodily harm. But the amusement he felt at watching herbe uncomfortable was starting to fade and he sighed, watching her walk thelength of the space. “You need to breathe.”

“I amfucking breathing,” she snapped and stopped pacing. Cotyar raised his hands insurrender and carefully approached her, glad to see that she was letting him.He could see that she was breathing, but it was a little shallow and irregular.It made sense in a way. She could fight any battle, take on any enemy, but thiswasn’t a fight. This was fear, or at least a huge discomfort, and she wasn’t goodat fighting herself.

“No, youneed to breathe, properly.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and ignoredthe incredulous expression on her face. “I’m afraid your heart will give outand I would hate to blame your death on the Martian back there.”

Chrisjengave him a spectacular eyeroll, but he spotted the smallest hint of a smile inthe corner of her mouth and there wasn’t any anger behind her next curse as herhands lightly landed on his hips. “Motherfucker.”

“Youalright?” he asked a little more seriously. As much as he had smirked when shehad been seemed a little scared, even though he knew her fear was justifiedafter the transport from Pallas incident, but he kind of needed her to bealright. Chrisjen looked up at him and he immediately realized he shouldn’thave asked her that. He shook his head slightly and squeezed her shoulders. “Stupidquestion.”

“It was.I just fucking hate space and space travel and everything associated with it.” Thegrip on his hips tightened and she looked almost more defeated than she didannoyed. She was even pouting, even though he had learned to not point that outanymore, because she always vehemently denied it. It was endearing and theallure of her bottom lip was too much to resist. Giving her plenty of time toshove him away, he leaned closer until there was only a hair’s breadth betweenthem.

When shedidn’t stop him, he closed even that small distance, kissing her softly,capturing her bottom lip between his own. He actually felt some of the tensionin her shoulders disappear as she kissed him back. It made him wish they hadmore time, that there wasn’t a Martian marine on board whom he still didn’tquite trust. He wanted to be on Earth with a bed so he could give her what sheneeded, what they both wanted. But for now a kiss would have to do, until thismess was resolved.

“Wasthat supposed to be distracting?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, her lipsticksomehow still perfect. Cotyar shrugged, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yep.”It had been as much a distracting move as it had been something he had wantedto do before they reached Mao’s ship. It was a trap they were flying into and atrap he wasn’t sure he was prepared for, could prepare for. But Cotyar didn’twant to tell her that, even though he suspected Chrisjen already knew. Sheusually did.

“It didn’twork.” She raised her chin defiantly. Her pout was gone, so was the worry inher eyes and tension she had carried. Kissing her had worked, but he wouldgladly play along to make this moment last longer. Her hands moved from hiships to underneath his jacket, her palms warm through the fabric of his shirtagainst his lower back.

“I cantry again.”

“I thinkyou should.” Chrisjen met him halfway when he leaned down to kiss her again.

33.Bobbie/Cotyar - An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Cotyarfelt nervous which was a strange sensation that he hadn’t felt quite like thisin years. By some miracle he had survived getting off Mao’s ship, had beenpicked up by the UNN, had a gut wound healed and then had managed to get to vacsuit before the protomolecule had reached him. And now here he was, on JamesHolden’s ship with Chrisjen, who had slapped him squarely across the facebefore wrapping her arms around him and cursing him into the next century. 

Theremay have also been some kisses which would have ended up in some desperate sexif they hadn’t gotten the message that Holden was coming back with a bunch ofkids and more importantly, an injured Draper. He had watched her being carriedin by the pilot, limping, every inch of her bruised. She had given him an emptylook before the drugs kicked in and she had passed out, which was probably forthe better.

So nowhere he sat, watching her heartbeat, waiting for Chrisjen to return or for thedrugs to slowly stop working, whichever happened first. It turned out it was the latterwhen Bobbie’s heartrate increased a little and her eyes began to flutter open.Cotyar immediately moved to her side, carefully taking her hand, wanting to bean anchor for her as she returned to reality.

“HeyMarine,” he whispered. It took a moment for Bobbie’s eyes to focus on him andthen another for her to realize who she was looking at. When it finally clickedshe gave him a groggy smile and squeezed his fingers. He felt a warmth settlein his stomach as he looked at her.

“Spy.You made it.” Her skin was still more bruise than its original shade, but therewas no mistaking that accent or that tone. This was Bobbie Draper and she washere and she was alive. He had to resist the sudden urge to hug her as reliefcoursed through his veins. She was a marine, she was supposed to risky, stupidshit, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been scared when Chrisjen had told himwhat she had done.

“Barely.You look worse though.” What was gunshot wound and a little protomoleculecompared to going one on one with a hybrid and living to tell the tale? Bobbietried to smile.

“Ah, youshould see the other guy.” It was probably for the best that he couldn’t. The Rocinantehad nuked the site of the lab, destroying all evidence of the protomoleculethere, including Bobbie’s hybrid. But the big mechanic had already told himBobbie had done quite a number on him, emptying her gun into its head.

“Youkilled your dragon, huh?” Bobbie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Whenshe opened them again, there were tears in her eyes and Cotyar felt his heartbreak a little. She was so strong and powerful, had saved his ass and Chrisjen’s,had destroyed something that was impossible to destroy, but she was stillhuman. Carefully he wiped away a tear that nearly rolled into her hairline,letting his thumb rest against her cheekbone.

“I did.”She didn’t sound proud or victorious. She sounded tired, like it hadn’t beenthe catharsis she had sought. He could have told her that slaying your dragonsdoesn’t give you the peace you seek, but she wouldn’t have listened. At leastnow she knew.

“Youscared her, Marine. You scared me when I heard what you did.” He had no doubtChrisjen would tell her all about how terrified she had been in a less thansubtle way, but he wanted to say it as well. He got wanting to get revenge, butnot at the near cost of one’s own life. The tired expression on Bobbie’s facewas changed into of sadness as if it suddenly hit her that she had people whocared about her on this ship.

On animpulse, on the feeling that he didn’t want to lose her, Cotyar leaned down andpressed a soft kiss to her lips. Bobbie inhaled sharply, but after a moment aher lips started moving against his, the grip she had on his fingers tighteninguntil it hurt. Cotyar smiled and pulled back, kissing her forehead beforelooking down at her. “Don’t scare us again.”

Bobbielooked thoroughly confused and speechless, pressing her lips together as if shecouldn’t quite believe what had just happened. Somehow he could barely believeit himself. “I – what?”

“We’lltalk about it later. Just rest and heal.”

42.Bobbie/Chrisjen - Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop theother person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

Chrisjenhad the talent of firing orders at people faster than any PDC could. Bobbie wasa little awestruck watching her as Chrisjen walked into the apartment in the UNbuilding, talking to one of her assistants no doubt. Bobbie almost felt sorryfor who was on the other end and she hoped they were recording thisconversation. Confirming appointments there, canceling them somewhere else,blacklisting one motherfucking idiot and inviting another to dinner.

As shepoured herself a drink, Chrisjen smiled at her, rolled her eyes and continuedtalking. Bobbie smiled back as she muted the television, smiling wider when shewas handed a glass of whiskey most Martians could only dream of. She caughtChrisjen’s wrist before she could walk away and brushed her lips against theinside of her palm, looking up to watch Chrisjen’s lips part and the tip of hertongue flick out to wet her bottom lip.

“Fuck…No,not you. Where was I?” Bobbie felt an immense of amount of pride that such a smallgesture had managed to momentarily distract Chrisjen. Chrisjen caressed hercheek and walked away, gesturing to open the door to the small outside area.She looked so beautiful today, draped in gold and blue that moved like it wasliquid. She looked like royalty from centuries ago and it just made Bobbierealize that she had barely spent any time together.

Abandoningthe whiskey without ever taking a sip, she decided to take advantage of the factthat Chrisjen was on an audio-only call. Bobbie walked up behind her and trailedher fingers down her arm before wrapping her arms around Chrisjen’s waist andresting her chin on her shoulder, breathing in the fresh air, even as thecomforting sound of Chrisjen voice continued to hurl orders.

WhenChrisjen didn’t stop, even though she had once stated she preferred to do aslittle work as possible at home (before grumbling that this fucking apartmentwould never be home), Bobbie turned her head. The line from her neck the edgeof her shoulder was bare, except for a necklace. Smirking, she kissed justbehind Chrisjen’s ear, knowing it would make it shiver. She wasn’t disappointedwhen she could her stiffen in her arms.

Sadly,she barely faltered in her fairly one-sided conversation, so Bobbie moved tokiss her neck, barely there kisses at first, slowly building up the pressure,until she was just shy of leaving a mark, nipping at the sensitive skin withher teeth as Chrisjen seemed to lose her train of thought several times andcovered Bobbie’s hands with her own, seemingly to steady herself. Bobbie smiledagainst her neck and bit softly just above the necklace.

Withoutwarning, Chrisjen muted her earpiece and spun around her arms. She was a littleflushed, her eyes were dark and she looked a slightly heated. Good. That hadbeen exactly what she wanted.

“Bobbie…”Chrisjen tried to sound exasperated, but Bobbie could see straight through that.She was turned on and it wouldn’t take much to have her put down work for thenight. She missed her and she wanted her.

“Yes, ma’am?”she tried innocently.

“Don’t ‘ma’am’me. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Chrisjen actually poked her in thechest with her finger and Bobbie smiled. It was cute when she was pretending tobe annoyed with her.

“And I’mnot gonna stop. Earth will continue spinning if you stop working for a moment.Send that poor girl home and spend some time with me.” Chrisjen narrowed hereyes, but Bobbie didn’t budge. She just held her close, looking down at her,waiting for her to give in already. Thankfully, that didn’t take long when Chrisjensuddenly sighed.

“Fuck,fine.” She unceremoniously hung up on her assistant and tossed her earpiece onthe table. “You have my full attention.”

Bobbiedidn’t bother responding. She simply picked Chrisjen up and kissed her properlyas she walked her over to the bed.

[marveling-chrisevans]

What If - After Party

Chris Evans x OFC 

Chapter Five - 2002 words

Part One | Part Two | Part three | Part Four 

Warnings: Drinking 

Summary: What if. What if you out of the blue and on an impulse applied for a contest, and what if you won that. What if you met someone who didn’t know you existed, and what if you asked them for a drink after.  What if this impulse changed your entire life.  ** note I didn’t win so I don’t know how all this would go down but this would be how I would have loved it to happen.. the first chapter completely happened.. the texts might not be the same. But it happened** Tag List: @smoothdogsgirl​ @torntaltos​ @patzammit​ – If you wanna be tagged just make a comment below and I am happy to do that or just DM me, whichever

This story is fully caught up and posted on AO3 and Wat pad. I am going to be combining chapters to catch Tumblr up. but if you would like to read everything right now then go ahead. 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/184900452-what-if

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18506152/chapters/43856086

Sebastian walked over to them "you mean the afterparty right? Yeah I was planning on going to that, I mean free drinks right?" He said honestly Faith held up her hands "i don't care where we go as long as there is some sort of booze involved, and I can get out of this dress" Faith shrugged as she grabbed her little clutch "i am going to make sure my friends and Family get back to my house, and then ill meet you guys out front" Chris said as he looked at the boys and let his hand linger slightly on the chair behind

Rose nodded "you do that America's ass" She said as she looked at Faith "what do you mean get out of that" Faith looked at her "uh yeah do you not think I would have fit a shirt in here" she aid smirking at her friend "try again, or wear a dress without some sort of shorts under neath" she said as she walked backwards up the isle "well damn you are going to make me wear this all night are you?" Rose asked following her "No I had my aunt modify it for you.." Faith stopped walking and ripped the skirt just so it would come off "ta da now its a romper, but didn't become one till the came undone, so you could show off that leg, also I know you hate dresses as much as me" Anthony watched this unfold "god damn, someone comes prepared with two looks" she said as she pun around Rose Rose looked down "well fuck, you could have told me I wouldn't have squeezed my ass into these spank short things"

Faith laughed as they kept walking "how was I suppose to know you were going to squeeze into those spanks things that I got you" She shrugged Rose rolled her eyes "i could slap you" Sebastian laughed "girls girls, no fighting okay, we don't need any bruises or pretty girls getting hurt" he smiled as they all walked out of the theatre area that was set up Mackie smiled as he put his arm around both the girls neck "come on you guys ride with us, you are invited to the Avengers endgame after party, with us, your party guides to one of the funniest nights you will ever have" Rose looked at Anthony then at Faith "well I don't drink" she replied "but I'm sure ill end up driving everyone home" Chris walked back to the four of them "are you guys ready?" He wondered as the carpet was getting pretty cleared out now, cars were taking people where they wanted to go. Sebastian nodded "yeah as ready as I think these two are" he said gesturing between the two of the girls Chris nodded as one of the trucks came around. The girls climbed into the back seat with Anthony between them. Chris and Sebastian both sat in the front part of the seats of the truck, as Chris told them where the afterparty was.

"okay no one mind me. Rose unzip this death trap" she said as she turned it back to her friend before bucking up so she could change really quick "also yes im wearing pants and a bra so don't anyone look at me. Thank you" she said she stood up slightly Ince it was a lower zipper Mackie laughed "i got you boo" he said as he reached up and grabbed the zipper. Faith let the dress fall, leaving her in the spank capris she was wearing, and the bra she had on. Chris looked back as he saw the dress fly between him and Sebastian. Just as he did that. The driver had to slam on his breaks sending Faith to go forward. Shirtless. "Oh god" she said as she lost her balance like the klutz she was caused her to go forward. Before Anthony or Rose could react since they were both buckled they couldn't grab her as they saw her falling. Chris had quicker hands as he quickly grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling, instead she like fell into him "oh my god" Faith said "as she grabbed him "this is super awkward," she said as she moved back to her seat as she pulled her shirt over her head that she had rolled into her purse "oh my god" she said as she grabbed her dress just hiding into it

Chris cleared his throat and looked at Sebastian as his face was read itself and wasn't exactly sure what to say himself. "its okay, it happens, changing in a car is dangerous we all have been there" he said as he bite the inside of his lip to stop himself from saying anything stupid. Anthony bursted out laughing "oh my god the tension of sex in his car is real, Evans.. man you ooze of it.. I don't know who is worse.. you or her, who wants to place a bet these two will be hitting the sheets together by the end of the night" He smirked Sebastian smirked "ill take that bet," he smirked and him and Anthony did a bro thing high five Rose looked at them "uh not if I have a say in that matter" he said "Faith isn't the girl to sleep with someone on the first date" Faith still hiding under her dress just her face is beat red she is not coming out any time soon "SOMEONE KILL ME" she said loudly from under her dress "seriously.. just" she said and "are we there yet?" She wondered as the car stopped and she nodded "im getting out of this car" she said as she got up again and opened the door on Sebastians side and jumped out before walking down the street halfway and squatted because girl needed a breath. Rose laughed and followed her "we will be right back boys, and we will come join you" Mackie smirked "im coming with" he said following rose out of the car and walked to where Faith was just squatting in the middle of the sidewalk as people were walking around her "oh my god oh my fucking god" Faith mumbled to herself as she stood up and started to pace as she saw Rose and Mackie walk up to her.

"do not say anything" Faith said as she walked back and forth on the sidewalk trying to cool down because she was hot and her face was still read " I have never seen a person get out of the car so fast, man I wish I would have known you guys forever ago, you are a riot" Anthony gushed with a smirk Rose smirked "well yeah we are and she is always like this, overly dramatic" She said as she grabbed Faiths arm "you do know they are joking right?" She smirked at her best friend "i was not I bet they end up in the same bed by the end of the night" Anthony said with his hands up "he hasn't been able to keep those ocean blue eyes off you all night" "shut up I need to get drunk, take me to this bar" Faith said looking at Anthony Anthony smirked "that I can do" he said as he wrapped his arm around both girls waist and then walked into the afterparty up to the bar "shot of Bacardi" Faith said to the bartender and then watched him poor it and before he was even done took it and downed it like it was nothing than made that sour face "oh fuck okay I forgot how strong that was" Faith said "and a long island ice tea, thanks boo" she said to the man Anthony just clapped his hands cause she downed that like a champ "damn girl, you keep impressing me" Rose looked at her "okay well I just want a soda" she said to the bartender "add a splash of vodka in there" Faith said "trust me you wont taste it" Rose rolled her eyes "you know I don't drink" She said honestly "yeah and tonight you do deal with it" Faith smirked as she Crossed her arms Sebastian walked over "welcome to the party ladies" he smiled putting his arm around Rose neck with Chris right in toe with him "welcome, I see you already found the bar" Chris said as the bartender handed Faith her drink and then Rose "yes, she just took a shot of one of the strongest alcohol in the place like a champ should have seen it. Magical" Anthony said and spun her around Faith carefully set down her drink before she spun as a lot of people started to show up at this party "wow there is a lot of people here" She said Chris nodded "yeah the entire cast and crew plus marvel entertainment, its a huge party" He smiled at her "we should go mingle, don't do anything really stupid till we get back" he said as he and the boys started to walk away, Both Faith and Rose at the same time "HOW CAN WE YOU ARE TAKING ALL THE STUPID WITH YOU" then they both started to laugh as they shoved each other "come on lets go dance or something, or drink more of this, because yum" Faith said to her as she took a long drink as they went to go talk to people. The first person they ran into was Ming, from agents of Shield. One of there favorite people from the show. They had a nice conversation and got to meet Clarke, whom they adored so much. "Clarke, you have to answer this question because it has been on my mind since the first avengers movie" Faith said as she wrapped her around Roses neck as she was starting to feel her drinking "Does Phil know Fury ruined his trading cards?" She asked "because they are never mentioned in Shield.. and I've been dying to know" Clarke laughed "you know I don't know, because I feel if he did know, after the whole Tahiti thing, Phil would be so mad he was so proud of those" "my point!!" She said "i need another drink, who wants to do shots" Faith said as she spun around and looked at Rose, "come on shots" she said as she pulled her friend though a crowed room "Faith don't you think you have had enough? I mean you can't even walk straight?" Rose gave her friend a concerned look Faith shook her head "no I've had three drinks" she said with a shrug and got herself another shot "come on dance with me" she said Rose looked at her "i don't dance how many times do I have to tell you this, at least not in public" She replied Faith made a face as she got another drink before walking with her "fine let me find Mackie then that handsome slice of chocolate will dance with me.. Im gonna make you drink more and open up and be your bad dancing self with me" Rose laughed "yeah no im good with not even drinking the one you gave me.. " she shook her head as she pulled face over to the table and made her drink water. "i wanna dance" Faith said making a face. As Mackie walked back up to them as faith had her head on the table being the dramatic bean Mackie walked up "and whats wrong with the blonde one?" He wondered

"did you bring me another drink?" Faith wondered and then took his drink and took a drink "gross, what is that" She said being even more dramatic before rose responded "i wont go dance with her" Rose said with a smirk "ill dance with her" Evans said walking back over to them "sick of talking to people" he said "this is why I don't like these things"