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fortheloveoffanfic · 1 year ago

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Daylight

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Author's note: Sort of AU; Grace is alive and runs the children's home herself. Do I make this a thing or nah? Summary: Tommy's affair with a school teacher employed at his wife's charity venture reaches a cross roads. Masterlists Warnings: Angst, infidelity

Sometimes, the shame of what they’ve been doing feels like punishment enough. The ache in her chest when she looks in the mirror, the pinch in her soul when she catches the lingering scent of him on her sheets and the bruises that she’s earned from trying to scrub his touch off her skin in the bath- it feels cruel enough to make her stop.

But she hasn’t.

Because when he shows up at her door, or she picks up the telephone and its his voice on the other end, her guilt melts, only to be replaced with pride and something that’s akin to a pleasant flutter in her chest. When Thomas touches her, the rest of the world fades away and for an hour or two, they’re in a realm of their own, where the poison tastes like wine and sin feels like the closest thing they’ll ever get to heaven. Perhaps it is.

What if the warmth of his embrace and the feel of his mouth on her neck is the closest she’ll ever be to paradise and the sound of his voice rasping sweet nothing and empty promises in her ear is the only and truest happiness she’ll ever get?

What if it starts and ends with Thomas? Heaven, hell and everything in between.

At times, Y/n can swear he feels the same. When the room goes dead silent while he’s getting dressed or he takes care to not speak her name when they’re on the phone speaks volumes to the guilt he harbors. And even if it shouldn’t, and she doesn’t understand how, it gives Y/n some comfort that he feels the same too. At least its something else they share, something that transcends the weight of his body on hers; a burden that binds them.

The burden she feels privileged to bear; at least Thomas chose her, his eyes search the room for hers and he seeks her out in private moments. She’s special to him, at least, Y/n hopes she is.

She has to be, else she’s just another mistress, lurking in the shadows and lurking in the background of another woman’s marriage.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, eh?” The tips of Thomas’ fingers trail up and down her spine as she traces the tattoo on his chest.

“Huh?” Having lapsed into deep thought, Y/n missed half his question.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He repeats, “You’ve been….lost in your head all evening,” he raises his hand a little to thread his fingers through her hair.

“Oh,” Y/n elicits softly, “I’ve just been….” She knits her brows as doubt creeps in; what if she is just a mistress? What if Thomas is just waiting for the next best thing to catch his eye before he moves on from her? If Grace, the woman who he’d been entrapped with from the minute they met couldn’t keep him on the straight and narrow, then she can’t be much more than a good Friday evening.

“Do you think….” She hesitates before continuing, wondering if she even wants the truth. “Do you think….you ever might stay one day?”

Thomas hums in contemplation, “Grace might take Charles to Ireland to see her family next month, maybe I could-”

“I don’t mean like that,” Y/n rolls over and out of his embrace, tucking the worn duvet under her chin in a manner that feels almost childish.

Sighing heavily, Thomas reaches to give her hip a squeeze before shuffling closer, “Oh come on,” he chides lightly, “Don’t be like that sweetheart,” he plants a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Blinking away a wave of moisture that prods at her eyes, Y/n huffs, “Be like what?” She retorts defensively.

Exhaling again, Thomas skirts around her question, “Let's not ruin our afternoon, yeah? Why don’t we open the bottle’a wine I brought? Its one you like,” he offers, hoping the problem is one he can solve with expensive liquor.

“I don’t want wine,” she spats bitterly.

“Then what do you want, eh?” Thomas gives her hip soothing rub and she clutches the fabric tighter, “Tell me and you’ll have it. Fuckin’ anythin’.”

“I just told you want I want,” Y/n huffs, shifting so she can settle on her back. Lifting her hand, she reaches to touch his face. Slowly, she drags the back of her fingers up the side of his face, caressing his sharp cheekbone, the tip of his ear and then the side of his head. “Why don’t you ever stay?” She asks softly, searching his eyes.

“Its complicated, you kn-”

“Its been complicated,” Y/n rolls her glassy eyes and sniffles. “I love you,” she professes in a hushed, pitiful tone, “But I hate this,” Y/n admits just as Thomas lifts his hand so the tips of his fingers graze her cheek. When he doesn’t respond with anything more than icy blue eyes searching hers, she continues, “It feels like we’re trying to outrun something,” she looks past him, to the plain ceiling above.

Thomas doesn’t return the profession of her affections, he never has and Y/n often thinks she’ll never hear those words from his lips. But in the absence of them, she’s interpreted every minuscule action- and inaction- to mean that he does love her. The tenderness of his touch, his forehead pressed to hers after they kiss and his arm curled around her shoulders pulling her close.

Knitting his brows, Thomas regards her curiously, “What do you mean?” His thumb traces her jaw and he searches her eyes, “We’re good, everything’s alright,” it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than he is her.

Swallowing thickly, Y/n shakes her head, “Its not,” she sits up, taking handfuls of the sheets up with her to guard her modesty and Thomas shifts to slide an arm across her back and tuck her into his side, “I see it in your face all the time. That guilt; You don’t want to do this to…” Y/n can’t even bring herself to say Grace’s name, “Her.”

He doesn’t offer an immediate response, which is enough to tell Y/n that she’s right. “Its complicated,” Thomas eventually repeats.

Licking her lips, Y/n scoffs, “Is it complicated or is everything alright?” Sniffling, she turns her face towards the wall to her left, pale yellow flowers decorating light pink paper, the orange glow of the evening sun making it seem a bit brighter than it usually is.

He’s going to leave soon, like he usually does. She doesn’t even know why she even bothered asking him to stay when she’d known the answer before it came.

“Why’re you changing your mind on me, eh?” He gives her shoulder a squeeze, “What we have is good. You get what you what, I get what I want; it works.”

His words cut deep; they make whatever it is they have between them seem so transactional. His certainty scares her too; is that what's always been to him? Money and sex?

Y/n has never been a prostitute, before Thomas she held herself in high esteem; she’s a school teacher at his wife’s orphanage, she doesn’t give herself up to just any man, especially not married ones- but he’d walked into that place one morning and her whole world had been turned on his head. He roused a flutter in her stomach that she’d never felt before and his crude charm was unlike anything she’d ever come across. She’d known he was married even then, she knew whose husband Thomas was, but Y/n couldn’t resist his offer to dance at the orphanage’s annual Christmas party or his flirtations when he’d led her to a vacant balcony.

“I like you,” he’d said, lips close to hers and fingers curled under her chin.

He liked her. She liked him too.

“Have you ever been to London?” She hadn’t, but she should’ve said no, “I have a place there, a club. Lots’a rich fuckers,” he’d chuckled and she’s smiled, “But fuckin’ good champagne. I’d like to take you.”

Y/n should have said no, she sometimes wonders what would have happened if she had.

Would someone else have come along after? Would Thomas have persisted in his pursuit?

“Not anymore,” Y/n shakes her head, “Not for me,” sniffling, shrugs off his arm and reaches for her slip, which hangs off an iron bedpost. Suddenly embarrassed to be naked around him and burning with the desire to cover up, she tugs on the silk garment and pulls in down her thighs as she shuffles out of bed.

As she stands, Thomas reaches for her hand before Y/n can walk away, “What can I do, eh? Mm?” His calloused thumb caresses the back of her hand as he gazes up at her with wide, desperate eyes, “Why don’t we go away for a weekend? London, the country- whatever you want.”

Licking her lips, Y/n glances down at their joined hands, “Will you go home after?” The question ushers in a period of tense silence and Thomas averts his gaze for a moment.

“Y/n,” he breathes her name and just for a moment, she thinks Thomas is going to give her the answer she’s hoping for- or at least, a worthwhile lie. But when he doesn't, a lone tear slips past tangled lashes and warms its way down her cheek. “You know its not that easy for me.”

“Well this isn’t easy for me either, you know,” Y/n wretches her hand away and hastily swipes at her face, “Next time your bored of your life,” she shakes her head and by then the tears are falling, unchecked, “You should stay home,” her voice breaks and her throat burns.

Gathering the sheets around his hips, Thomas rises from the bed to follow Y/n as she heads towards the door of the adjoining bathroom, “Sweetheart, think about this, eh,” he tries to reason placatingly, “You don’t want to do this.”

She really doesn’t.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/n swallows thickly, pausing as she reaches for the knob, “Please….just go.”

When Thomas reaches for her arm, she lets him, almost forgetting herself and submitting to his comfort. “Neither of us want that,” he offers quietly, “Please don’t do this to me,” he pleads.

His desperation seems so genuine that Y/n briefly considers back-tracking. Briefly. But she can’t keep living like that; in the shadows, like a crime. She cannot stand to be just another thing that he needs to atone for; another regret on his ever-growing list.

And she’s starting to hate that he’s even made her one in the first place.

“Just go!” In a fit of unbridled anger, she snatches her arm away and then pushes at his chest when Thomas tries to get closer, “Just go and leave me alone!” She snarls, “Go back to your fucking wife,” a sob punctuate her words and Y/n bends her head as she cries, “And leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want, eh?" He swallows harshly, "For me to leave you the fuck alone? So you can....fuck!” She knows he can come up with a million insults that'll hurt as much as a serrated blade hacking away at her heart, but Thomas spares her and she can only hope because deep down, she does mean more to him than a good shag. In the absence of razor sharp words, Thomas’ jaw tightens and his gaze hardens, matching her fury.

It takes a handful of seconds before she finds the resolve to answer, but when she does, she lifts her head and squares her shoulders, “Yes.”

Mirroring her defiance, Thomas’ grip on the sheet around his hips tightens until his knuckles are white, “Fine.”

For a solid minute, they linger there, her back to the bathroom door and Thomas in the middle of the bedroom. She can’t tell whether or not he’s hurt, he’s always been good at protecting his feelings- she’s never known anymore about him that he’s wanted her to.

And yet, Y/n thinks she’s as close to him as anyone could be.

But no more.

“Y/n-” The minute her name leaves his lips, Y/n turns abruptly and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door so harshly behind herself that the frame rattles. Lurching forward, she drops to her knees and turns on the hot water and still gripping the glass knob with one hand, she holds onto the lip of the porcelain tub with the other as her loud wails join the sound of falling water.

At least she doesn’t have to feel guilty anymore.

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hazelchooseme · 1 year ago

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Spider-Woman | Hazell Callahan

Note: okay so I pulled this out of my ass last night at 1 in the morning to finish at 5 in the morning (yes, I'm dying now) so any mistakes forgive me.

English is not my first lenguaje

Song recommendation: Devil Is a Woman by Cloudy June.

Enjoy 🕸️

You looked back at Hazel for what seemed like the thirtieth time this hour, but no one could blame you, not when she looked so pretty with her cheeks pink from laughter, messy hair from always playing with it without realizing it, with bright eyes that wrinkled in the corner every time she laughed. Yes, no one could blame you.

When the credits of Mean Girl began to appear on the screen Hazel turned her head resting on the couch towards you.

"I have to go." She said with a small pout.

"Finally, you were taking too long." You joked with fake tiredness.

With a fake crying sound she threw herself on top of you, her right arm resting on your waist while her head rested on your chest so that her hair tickled your nose.

"Get off me." You said making no effort at all to move her and enjoy the smell of her brown locks.

She lifted her head, resting her chin near your collarbones, leaving her mouth dangerously close to yours.

"Why? I'm quite comfortable." Her breath tickled your corners and her hand on your waist seemed to be playing with the hem of your shirt.

This had been happening for a while, it seemed like Hazel was testing you, playing something you didn't understand very well. She had become too comfortable in your personal space, always finding a way to touch you or be close to your lips. In class she would lean over moving your hair and whisper something to you that you definitely didn't understand since you were too focused on the tickle of her breath on your ear or her kisses on the cheek that seemed to get closer and closer to your lips.

Or maybe not and you were imagining everything, Isabel was also shy at first with you and ended up jumping on you for everything and kissed your head every time you acted "cute" according to her, either way it was driving you crazy.

Maintaining eye contact you could swear under oath that you could live in those perfect blue pools, pools that moved scanning your face, not being stupid, you started doing the same. Her lips were a little dry with some small wounds since she had a silly habit of biting them (which, obviously, didn't affect you at all) you were sure that under yours they would feel a little scratchy, a few strands of hair framed her face giving it an almost unreal touch of perfection, her cheeks were still red, you wondered if they would be warm under your touch, and as always you ended up drowning in her blue eyes, the fact that you could look at them from so close felt like a privilege and a sin. You involuntarily moved your head as you took a big gulp of air pushing Hazel's chin with yours, with a half smile she blew into your face making you close your eyes.

"You lost." She said as you felt the weight of her body leave yours, you started to feel cold almost immediately.

"I really need to go love, I have to finish some work, I'll let you know when I get there." As you had not yet straightened up in the chair, she rested her right hand on the furniture next to your head and with her right hand she cupped your chin gently lifted it, leaving a kiss practically on the edge of your lip. With one last wink she finally walked out of your house.

When you could breathe again you sat up straight still dizzy from all the sensations in your body. In those minutes of silence you noticed two things.

1: This was completely different than with Isabel.

2: Did she just call you love?

"Holy shit." Isabel shouted through the cell phone speaker after you explained to her what had happened. "Since when does Hazel have so much rizz? Last Friday I saw her crash into the same door three times."

"Don't know." You expressed with frustration. It was around 10 PM, you were in your pajamas taking off your makeup on the dresser, usually you would be listening to some song but this was more important. "There are times when she has these confidence boosts where she knows she's hot and uses it to her advantage, I don't know what to do."

"But are you crazy? Eat her mouth obviously."

Of course you had considered it but every time you intended to do it there was a little voice in the back of your head calling you ridiculous, why would someone like Hazel want someone like you to kiss her? That was simply stronger than you, so you bit your tongue and moved on with your life.

"Nah ah, get those thoughts out of your head, you're beautiful and completely worth it." Isabel scolded you as if she were reading your mind.

"You're my best friend." You said as if that mattered anything.

"And that's why I'll lie every time I have to to save your ass, but not with this and you know it." You could imagine her look of determination through her voice. "Next time you look hedeous I'll tell you so you'll believe me."

"Thank you, I know I can always count on you." You said sarcastically although you actually mean it.

You hung up after an hour to finally be able to rest, if you were lucky you would dream of a place where Hazel did love you.

What a depressing shit.

With the light off you settled between the sheets and blankets, the night was quite cold so you had your entire head covered muffling the cold and sound, but it wasn't enough since you could clearly hear someone opening your window. You paralyzed almost immediately. Your cell phone was charging on your dresser on the other side of the room, you always left it there so you had to get up and turn it off so you could wake up. At this moment you regretted it so much, stupid internet tricks.

Before you could even think about what to do or how to hit someone, a whisper echoed throughout the room.

"It's me... Are you awake? If you weren't and I just woke you up, sorry."

"What the fuck, Hazel!" You said loudly as you sat up removing the covers from your head.

"Sorry, I still don't handle this thing about raiding private property very well."

"You almost killed me." You reached out to turn on your lamp but Hazel whispered a loud "No" stopping you in the middle of the action. "Why not? And why are you whispering? I told you that mom is not here tonight."

"Ah... It doesn't matter, before you turn it on I need you to promise me that you won't scream, pass out or vomit, you know I'm sensitive to the smell."

"What? Why? Are you okay, did something bad happen?" You couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Just promise me, please."

Her tone that dripped with desperation made you agree quickly.

"Okay, I won't do or say anything." Paying attention you could see with the reflection of the moon how she nodded her head, you also noticed how it seemed that she was holding her left rib with her right hand, weird.

Feeling nervous you pressed the switch, the room filled with an orange color finally revealing Hazel, but it wasn't Hazel, or well, yes it was but it wasn't her dressed as Hazel, she was dressed as Spiderwoman with a suit full of blood and cuts.

Your mouth hung open as your hands covered it, a strangled sound coming from your chest.

"You said you weren't going to scream, please don't scream, I give you permission to faint." Hazel pleaded with her hands up.

"I, no, no, I wasn't going to, mmmh, no I wasn't... I wasn't, no." Perfect, Hazel had broken you.

The more you continued to examine her the more worry bubbled up inside you, when you came out of the trance you noticed the red liquid covering her left side, you jumped up and walked towards her.

"You're..."

"Spiderwoman, I know let me explain—"

"Bleeding a lot, what the hell happened?!"

"What?" She asked puzzled.

Being close to her you took her face in your hands analyzing it, she had a cut on one of her eyebrows and another on her right cheekbone, her lip was covered in dried blood as was much of her nose.

"Shit Hazel you look." Hot. "Hurt, let me help you."

"I just told you that I'm Spiderwoman, aren't you going to say anything else?" Her incredulous expression was quite funny.

"I'm going to say that I'm going to fuck the shit out of you if you don't listen to me and take off your clothes."

She looked at you in silence for 5 seconds. "Not the kind of help I need but I'll take it."

"Hazel!"

"Okay, okay, sorry."

Running around the house you began to gather anything that could be useful, you wet towels, you found ethyl alcohol and in your mother's room you found some pain pills and a bandage.

You returned to the room to find Hazel in the exact same position as when you left. "Hazel, what did I tell you about undressing?" You scolded her with your arms full of things.

"Sorry, the button that opens it broke and the closure is behind, I can't reach it." She defended herself quickly.

"Ah, okay, sorry, let me." Leaving the things on the bed, you approached her, in an undisguised way you wiped your palms against your pants and went around her, right where she had told you the zipper was.

"It might hurt a little because it's a pretty... Tight suit." You warned with your eyes lowered.

"You're looking at my ass?"

"What the fuck, obviously not." Obviously yes.

With your palms that were sweaty again, you pushed her somewhat tangled hair to the side and began to unzip her. Her cream skin with a few moles began to show and swallowing hard you looked away after seeing her purple bra, when your hand reached her lower back you jumped back.

"Ready."

Clearing her throat as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other she spoke. "Can you help me... Take it off. It's kind of hard if I do it alone."

"Ah, yes, of course."

You surrounded her again to now end up in front of her, without daring to look her in the eyes you began to help her slide her left arm through the sleeve, you took her elbow to finish sliding it out of the material, then you moved to the other. You could feel Hazel's gaze burning your face and you were sure she could see your deep blush, when the other arm began to move you quickly moved your eyes before seeing something that Hazel had not agreed upon. Luckily for you, your eyes ended up in those blue pools that looked at you with an intensity that stole your breath. Holding her wrist to remove it from your sleeve, you let out a small sigh, but even though you had finished you couldn't stop looking at her, it was hypnotizing and it didn't help that the secret that you had just discovered made her hotter. When Hazel clung a little towards you, you came out of the trance, your friend was bleeding to death, please concentrate.

"Sit... Um, sit on the bed, please."

Obediently following your instructions, you walked over to where you had left your supplements, with a wet towel in hand you approached her without daring to lower your gaze.

"Hazel, I'm going to have to... You know, if it makes you uncomfortable you can do it and I'll turn around." You suggested nervously.

A sweet laugh escaped her lips. "Hey, if it's you then it's more than fine."

Kneeling in front of her you began to clean a large cut that covered most of her torso, you focused your gaze only on that so as not to be disrespectful but, my god, you were very homosexual.

"I'm going to pour alcohol on you and that's going to fucking hurt so suck it up and forgive me."

You took the white bottle and wet one end of the towel, you inhaled as if it were going to hurt you and in the gentlest way you could, you began to give small touches to the wound, Hazel complained a little but nothing too exaggerated.

When you thought that was enough you fell back on your butt exhaling.

"God, I almost died."

"Yes, it must have hurt you a lot." Hazel mocked you. You looked into her eyes while you scolded her, but it didn't last long, from that position she looked illegal, you didn't know how to express it in other words. Without being able to stop, you began to look at her body, there were small cuts in the chest and stomach area but they looked as if they were already healing.

"I can put the bandage on." Hazel warned you, smiling sideways. Embarrassed that you had been too obvious, you jumped up and turned your back on her, searching for something in your closet.

"Here, this is yours, The other day you left it here." You said showing an oversized light green t-shirt.

"When?" She asked confused.

"Like two years ago."

"Aaah, yeah, the other day." She scoffed again.

With her laughter in the background you turned around to go soak the towel, those blood stains were going to be difficult to explain. When you returned Hazel was finishing adjusting her shirt over her shoulders.

"Thank you, I feel much better." You would do anything for that smile.

"I'm not done yet, let me clean your face."

The fact that she was now fully dressed helped calm your nerves, you dipped some cotton pads in alcohol and turned to her.

Before you could say anything she interrupted you. "It's going to hurt, I know, I trust you."

With a sigh you moved closer, grabbing her chin delicately, you began to clean the wound on her eyebrow and cheekbone, occasionally changing the cotton pads to do a more hygienic cleaning and it gave you time to breathe and try to control your shaking hands.

"I'll wipe your lip and finish." You talked just for the sake of talking, with a small sound of affirmation Hazel clung a little closer to you. At this point it was easier if she sat on top of you, you thought.

With a new cotton ball, you began to clean her lips. They were still as dry as they were a few hours ago, Apart from a few small cuts everything looked good, the fact that you had all your concentration on her mouth did not help in being able to breathe normally and on top of that, her scrutinizing you with her eyes made you want to send everything to hell and just "eat her mouth" as Isabel had said.

Now, really finishing, you dried your fingers with the towel and turned to see Hazel.

"There, it's as if nothing happened."

She simply nodded as her gaze moved from your eyes to your lips. "Amm, your wounds, they heal quickly."

She still didn't respond. "That's pretty good, I mean timely, since you probably get a lot of wounds and they must hurt, speaking of pain, I brought you some pills to take—."

Hazel's hand on your neck immediately silenced you, causing you to drop the medications you had picked up, her eyes searched yours and with a silent question you nodded before finally pressing her open mouth against yours.

The reaction was immediate, your whole body heated up, your heart began to beat so hard that you could feel your blood flowing throughout your body, your ears began to ring and your hands moved to her waist, squeezing carefully. Whimpering into her mouth as you opened it allowing entry, her tongue caressing the corner of your mouth that she had kissed so much to finally begin to explore and taste you. The sound that came out of your mouth made you feel embarrassed but it seemed to excite Hazel as her hand that was resting on the bed moved up to your thigh where she began to squeeze, you took her hand and put it inside your shirt, allowing her to explore wherever she wanted. Your hands didn't seem to be able to stay still either as you pulled her hair, eliciting exquisite moans that you savored on her tongue. Hazel pulls you closer, delighting in the way she explored your body. When you finally separate, you are both breathless and blushing with your heart beating erratically with the excitement and desperation of a new kiss.

"Holy shit." Was the only thing Hazel could say between gulps of air.

You wanted to say something back but your head was so foggy, you could only think about her hand on your bare back and her moans were repeated on a loop in your ears, and you thought she couldn't make a more attractive sound than her laugh. Her fingers ran the width of your back in a way that made you tingle. Lowering your hands you came across the material of her suit.

"Don't think I forgot that you kept Spiderwoman from me." You reminded her, playing with the zipper.

"Yes, I have been very bad, punish me."

Laughing, she placed her mouth on yours again in a calmer way and really enjoying the moment.

You had finally eaten her mouth, Isabel would be proud.

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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Honey for Some Honey

Bottom!FTM!Kaeya x Top!Masc Reader

AFAB Language Used | send suggestions for a prt 2 ^^

Contains: Step-Cest, Non-Con Touching, Panty Kink, Cunnilingus, Sex

Words: 1,553

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Kaeya's dad married your mom, meaning you get to see him every morning in just an oversized shirt and panties. He's way too comfortable with everyone but hey, you're not complaining.

You always hope he bends over or reaches up so you can get a look at his plump and perfect ass. He rarely does but today, he's struggling to get his favorite honey from the highest cabinet. Even with his amazingly long model-like legs he can't quite reach it, but you can.

Of course you put it up there on purpose, how else would you be able to get this amazing view?

"Are you serious? Who even put this up here?"

You walk up behind him and press your boner against his ass. "Need any help?"

Kaeya chooses to ignore your length poking him, he needs that honey for his tea. "That would be appreciated."

"It'd be nice to have some compensation though...honey for some honey." Your hands lightly massage his shoulders. "If you know what I mean."

"Absolutely not." Kaeya pushes you away and crawls on top of the counter, his ass in a wonderful display. "I'll get it myself."

"Thanks for the view, Kae."

"You're a fucking pervert." He steps down and pulls his shirt down. "Not to mention, sex in return for honey is a completely unbalanced transaction."

"Come on, don't you want your step bro to show you a good time? You don't even have to do anything, just let me touch you." You move your arms underneath his shirt, pulling at the band of his underwear. "All the guys I've been with have told me my fingers are magic. My mouth too."

"Yeah? I bet you haven't even gone past first base." Kaeya scoffs. "I doubt I'd feel anything."

"Really?" You lean into his ear. "Let me show you how wrong you are."

"I decline, but have fun jerking off alone in your room to the thought of me." Kaeya moves your hands away from him and turns around. "Oh, and here's your masturbation material, perv." He says while pulling his underwear off. He throws it in your face before walking away, he can live without his morning tea for one day.

Later, you sent him a picture of his underwear splattered with cum. With the message: "Thanks, Kae."

Kaeya couldn't help but feel a little tingle from seeing that.

He places his phone next to him on the bed and rubs himself through the fabric, drenching it with slick. "That perv is gonna love this.."

He slips his fingers inside and fingers himself. Kaeya rolls his head back and thinks about you finding his slick coated underwear on your bed, sniffing it and instantly getting a boner.

Kaeya imagines you jerking off to it, groaning and fantasizing about all the things you'll never have the privilege to do to him.

"Ah-" He reaches his peak and moans, quietly enough that no one else can hear.

He'll drop off his underwear onto your bed when you leave.

You damn near lost your mind when you found his panties on your bed, you sent him a video this time.

"You're a real tease, Kae." You groaned, jerking off over his drenched panties. "You're so fucking hot, wanna fuck you so bad.."

Kaeya could hear the desperation in your voice, the husky lowness made him so horny.

During dinner, neither of you can keep your eyes off of each other. Kaeya can feel you fucking him with your eyes and his underwear is already drenched, he's thankfully wearing shorts though.

"Mom, remember those tickets I gave you? You two should start getting ready now"

You bought tickets for some boring event your mom likes to get her and your stepdad out of the house.

Once they leave, Kaeya pulls his shorts off and walks over to the counter. "Still offering that honey deal?"

You quickly make your way over to him. "Of course."

He brings himself up onto the counter and pulls his shirt up. "Here's your honey, perv."

You almost start drooling, Kaeya truly is a sight to behold. With his perky chest and hard nipples down to the very obvious damp spot in his white panties, gods, you don't know what to do with yourself.

You kneel down, at the perfect height to eat him out. You run your hands along his soft plump thighs and bury your face in between them, breathing in his sweet scent. The sight makes Kaeya ache, he loves seeing you look so pathetic underneath him.

You lick him through the fabric, groaning heavily and palming at your boner.

"You're such a pervert." He throws his head back and you hum in agreement. He pulls his underwear to the side.

You part his folds and kiss his clit, lingering on it for a moment and making Kaeya shiver. You move in to devour his wet cunt, eating him like a starved man, like you hadn't eaten minutes earlier.

"Shit-" Kaeya's voice is breathy and high pitched. He wasn't expecting you to be this good. "Lik- like that-"

You grin, feeling smug that you proved him wrong. You slip a digit inside him, his walls pulsing around your finger.

"Oh gh- god-" Kaeya gasps, he never realized it but your fingers are big, just one feels like two of his. How would your cock feel..? "Gonna come~!"

You keep your finger inside him while licking his sensitive clit, feeling him clenching and unclenching around your finger and imagining how he would feel coming on your length instead.

You pull away, chin drenched in slick, and look up at Kaeya.

He pets you, chest rising with each breath. "Good boy."

"Can I fuck you, Kae? Please?"

He purses his lips. "D'you have a condom?"

You stand up. "Yeah, but it's so much better raw."

Kaeya looks to the side, the thought of you having sex with someone else raw makes him jealous. "As long as you pull out, okay?"

You nod, a wide grin on your face as you pull your shorts and boxers off. Kaeya holds back a gasp when he sees your full length.

"Actually.." Kaeya closes his legs instinctively. "You're too big.."

"You'll be fine, Kae! I'll go slow." You rub his thigh with your thumb. "I'll be gentle."

Kaeya sighs. He absolutely wants that inside of him but the rational part of his mind is extremely anxious. "You better be." He stares at your length. "I've never taken anything this big before.."

The most he's taken is a 5 inch dildo, the toy pales in comparison to yours.

You smirk. "Of course." You grab his thighs and pull him towards you before slowly entering him. You groan at his tightness while Kaeya grimaces at the stretch.

"Gods, you feel amazing Kaeya."

He moans, loving the feeling of you entering him despite the pain. "Gonna tear me apart-"

You grip his thighs tightly, trying not to shove your entirety inside him and fuck him like a doll. "Don't say that.."

"Pervert." He smirks. "You're so fucking big, daddy, I can barely take you~" He teases. He's about to say something else but stops when he sees your reaction, breathing heavily and clearly using all you can to restrain yourself from being rough.

"Kae. Don't.."

Kaeya can't help but snap that rope keeping you from doing that. "I might come just from having you inside me, daddy~ Mm, so big and th-"

He's interrupted by your sudden thrust, a loud moan escaping his pretty lips as you bottom out. You pick him up off the counter, gripping his ass tightly as you fuck him without mercy.

Kaeya breaks out into cries of pleasure. "Fuck~!" He digs his nails into your back, almost piercing the fabric with his nails.

He rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly due to your hard and rough thrusts preventing him from even trying to stay quiet.

You land a harsh smack to his ass, pulling a shriek from Kaeya. "Is this what you wanted?" You ask, nipping at the outer part of his ear.

"Ye- yes~!" He chokes on his saliva. "Ah- gon- uh~ come~!"

You keep up the pace, fucking Kaeya even as he's reached his climax. "'M close too-"

"Outs- outside~!" Kaeya squeaks, slapping your back.

You rest him on the counter and retract your length slowly. Kaeya almost wishes he didn't tell you to pull out, he misses the feeling of having you inside him.

You push his underwear back to normal, jerking off and shooting your spend over the white fabric.

Breathing heavily, Kaeya watches you ruin his underwear with cum. "...Shower?" He asks quietly, his intentions anything but pure.

You smirk, catching on, and carry him bridal style into the bathroom. You sit him down on the sink and pull his underwear off, tossing it into the basin before removing his shirt and throwing it elsewhere.

He helps you take yours off, staring directly at your abs. You move to turn the shower on, adjusting the water to a good temperature for Kaeya.

He goes into the shower first, looking at you seductively as the water cascades down his body. He leans against the wall, turning his head towards you and jutting his ass out.

"Are you coming, big boy?" He winks.

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Get Him to the Con - Part 5

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 7500

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: Language, Mutual Pining, Creepy NPCs

I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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What the hell was he thinking? What the hell did he just do?

Jensen paced the length of the cramped motel room. His hand trailed through his hair and down his jawline. He really wanted to call Jared, but based on their last conversation, he already knew how that would go. Leading up to it, he had been so at peace. The whole day had simply been magical. And you, your smile, your laughter, your teasing, and your thoughtful remarks had cemented how his heart yearned for you. Even so, he knew he should take things slowly, slower than a snail’s pace. Yet how you were seated there, lost in another world, the sun glowing against your skin and shining on your lips; he couldn’t, didn’t help himself.

Jared was right, he thought. You were a fan, naturally, which put you both at a disadvantage. Aside from your conversations, what did he know about you? He could be falling for Superfan99, and Jared was the logical one here. Maybe he should have run a background check. Maybe he should have had someone look into your internet identity. Maybe Jared’s proposal of a non-disclosure agreement wasn’t such an outlandish idea after all. And then there were the power dynamics that you had hinted at earlier in the day. His status, wealth, and privilege put him at an advantage and could influence your behavior. One wrong move and it could all backfire in his face with lawsuits or defamation.

He sat on his bed. No. No. This was stupid. He did know you. He did like you. A lot. He was just panicking. Not only from the look of horror on your face after your lips parted but from the fact what he really wanted to do was knock down your door and spend all night entwined together. All these thoughts that Jared had planted in his head, out of brotherly concern, Jensen reminded himself, were surfacing simply because, in fact, you were correct earlier today. His balls were very blue indeed, and he needed to think with his head instead of them.

Jensen flopped on the bed, his hands weaving through his hair yet again. Hastily, he grabbed his phone and quickly googled ‘celebrities who married their fans.’ Okay, now he was definitely rushing and overthinking things. You weren’t even dating, nor had you indicated any interest outside of a friendship. Despite this, he scrolled anyways, needing some affirmation that if this did progress, it could work.

“Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.” He scoffed allowed. “Come on, that doesn’t count.”

Make-up artists, producers, designers, and public relations. All these people were in the film industry. They got it to a certain extent. Understood the life, the pressure, the criticism. He kept going. Bartender? That caught his attention.

“Matt fucking Damon!” Jensen exclaimed. “Get it, man. Get it.”

The phone clicked off, and relief flooded him. Yet the peace was temporary. He closed his eyes, and all he could feel were your soft, plush lips against his. And how it had been too short, far too short. He wanted more. His heart raced inside his chest, and he attempted to take long, deep breaths to steady it, but it was futile. It was going to be a long fucking night.

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The anticipated knock on your door startled you nonetheless. You were close to ready but still needed a few touch-ups. That wasn’t really what was on your mind; you weren’t sure how you could possibly face him again. The butterflies had completely taken over your entire being. What had happened last night was unreal. It couldn’t have possibly happened. But it did. He had kissed you. And then practically ran away! What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Were you a bad kisser? Did he regret doing it? Was he just being a gentleman? Should you make the next move? It was too much.

The weight of the door was heavy as it slid across the carpet. The morning sun radiated off him. How was he so perfect, especially this early in the morning? He was in a denim button-up that made his skin glow. Skin you so badly wanted to taste. Oh god, did you swoon in front of him?

Jensen cleared his throat. “Mornin'.” His voice was gruff.

You couldn’t find words to speak.

“I brought coffee.” He held it out like an apology or peace offering.

You eagerly grabbed it from him. “God bless you.”

He chuckled. “Ready to hit the road?”

After finishing a sip of coffee, you responded, “Yeah. First, gotta tackle this mess.” You gestured to your hair and headed back for the mirror.

“Don’t do it for my account; I think bedhead suits you.” He squinted his eyes shut and tilted his head. Filter, filter, he reminded himself.

You were glad your back was turned as to conceal the blush wishing it was him who had given it to you rather than the restless night.

Say, something, anything else. He floundered, "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm." You responded with a high-pitched lie. "You?"

"Absolutely," He also lied and added to sell it. "Surprisingly comfortable mattresses."

"Right?" You agreed. "So rewarding after a long day."

As is with most mascara wearers, it was only natural for your mouth to part while applying it to your lashes. Jensen was honed in, his mouth matching yours. Quickly, he shifted attention to your luggage lest his body start to betray him. A few more finishing details, and you caved. Your hair was as good as it would get for the day. Besides, you'd be in the car mostly if yesterday were any indication. Jensen wrestled with your suitcase out the door, his muscles straining against the denim. What had you swooning early now had you envious. You bet he just woke up like that versus the forty-five minutes it had taken you. It wasn’t fucking fair. After a final sweep of the room, you joined him in the car.

Learning from yesterday, you didn’t pull up a map to navigate, for your only destination was west. However, during your restless sleep last night, you took advantage of the motel’s Wi-Fi and downloaded a few playlists and podcasts, assuming service would be spotty again at best. Jensen was back at the wheel, starting the day again. As he reversed, his arm stretched to the passenger seat, the gravel crunching underneath the tires. The toned definition of his arms demanded the most attention, yet yesterday you had overlooked the rich tan he had developed over the summer. The scent of cedar and rosemary plagued your mind again, and if you came away with one thing from this trip, you hoped it would be the name of whatever hygiene products he was using because, god, you needed more of it in your life.

The air was silent as you waited for him to say something, anything. It’s not like you had anything to discuss. It’s not like anything monumental had occurred last night. Oh, wait. No, that’s right. He kissed you! He kissed you and then ran away. Not giving you a second to process or respond. Just up and left as it was the most casual thing in the world. And how he sat across from you now, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the temperature. So nonchalantly, like what happened wasn’t a big deal. Maybe he was waiting to return to the highway to bring it up so he didn’t have to multitask thinking about directions. Or maybe he had regretted it and wanted to pretend the whole thing never happened.

The highway came into view, and the open road called your spirit onward. Jensen brushed his knuckles against his lips. Oh, those lips you wanted so badly to feel again with your own. He placed his grip back on the steering wheel, pinching his lips together and then licking them as if they were chapped. From last night you knew they were anything but. You squirmed in your seat, needing pressure and relief. The son of a bitch let out a huff of a chuckle, then covered it up as if he was clearing his throat. It was like he was teasing you, goading you, knowing exactly what he was doing, making sure you’d be the first to bring it up.

Well, two could play at that game. You fished through your purse, finding a sheer lip tint. You flipped the sun visor down and then meticulously and precisely began running the stick over your lips before pressing them together to spread the light shade and releasing it with a pop. You could feel his eyes on you, and you tried with all your might to keep a smirk from spreading. To top it off, you delicately ran a finger along your lip’s edge as if correcting a mistake. His chair creaked, and from the corner of your eye, you caught him adjusting the seam of his pants. There it was. You snapped the visor shut and threw the tint back in your purse. And you thought it was silent before.

Play it cool, you told yourself, but you couldn’t handle it anymore. “You wanna listen to a podcast or something?”

“Yeah,” He squeaked out and then adjusted his voice, grateful for a distraction. “Yeah. What do you got?”

You scrolled through your Spotify. “Hmmm… Ooh, um, The Cult of Multi-level Marketing, a few Lore episodes, one on the philosophy of simulation theory….”

“Simulation theory?”

“Yeah, like this reality isn’t the true base reality. We’re living in a computer program.” You explained.

“So, like The Matrix?” He asked.

“Kinda, except that it’s most probable that humans are controlling the simulation, and we don’t have actual bodies that need to be awakened and are not being harvested by machines. Think more along the lines of humans creating a computer program very similar to their world but then introducing situations and factors to see how it would play out in reality so that they can better prepare for, I don’t know, a global pandemic or World War III.” You tried your best to give an overview. Or like a fan and a celebrity randomly bumping into each other and going on not only one but two road trips, because what other possible explanation was there for this?

Jensen raised an eyebrow at you skeptically. “You believe in that crap?”

“First of all, it’s not crap. Neil deGrasse Tyson believed in it for years.” You defended.

“Oh, well, if Neil deGrasse Tyson…” He mocked.

But you cut him off because you weren’t finished. “Second. Of course, I don’t believe in it, but it is fun to think about and keep an open mind.”

“I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee to explore the metaphysics of life quite this early in the morning.” He went to sip from his cup.

“I also have a conspiracy theory regarding Princess Di.” You offered.

“I’m noticing a trend here.” He waved his hand around your space. “I’m not sure what the theme is exactly, but it is saying a lot about you.”

“And here I thought avoiding my regular cold cases would be enough to dissuade your concern.” You both chuckled. “I did also download a 30 for 30 series.”

He snapped his fingers, not needing to hear the further details. “That’s the one.”

“Fine,” You rescinded. “It’s only a matter of time before I turn you to the dark side, and then you won’t be able to stop.”

Two episodes in, and you were bored out of your skull, having solely downloaded a sports podcast for his benefit. But at least the tension had lifted. If he wasn’t ready to talk about it, you weren’t going to force him. You were making good time too. It wasn’t even noon, and you were already past Omaha.

“At this rate, we’ll be in Denver a day early.” You remarked. “Which is cool; I’m sure there’ll be a lot to do and explore tomorrow.”

Jensen chewed it over. “Say, which way is Kansas? We gotta be nearby.”

You thought about it for a second and then confidently pointed south.

“You up for a detour?” He asked.

“Lebanon or Lawerence?” You questioned, voicing your agreement.

"I've been to Lawrence once," He recalled. "At least I think it was Lawrence… Can't say the same about Lebanon."

"It's settled then."

Thankfully, you were still close enough to Omaha for a signal when you brought up maps. Despite Jensen’s spontaneity, you were glad you still had a signal; looking at directions now, you’d never have been able to find your way. It wasn’t like there was a direct highway leading there. It would require a lot of zigzagging on country roads used primarily by farmers and truck routes.

You stopped in Lincoln for brunch and, more importantly, a second cup of coffee. The conversation was casual and playful, yet not as flirtatious as if you were tiptoeing around a cliff's edge. One false move and you’d tumble off to your inevitable demise or learn, very quickly, how to fly. After brunch, you found a quaint park with a lake that you strolled, stretching your legs before another long jaunt in the car. Jensen learned about your aversion to geese and teased you incessantly until one started hissing and honking at him. Then his attitude changed from ‘We're not in a hurry to be anywhere’ to ‘We should get back on the road.’

With a third cup of coffee on the go, Jensen finally surrendered and let you listen to the podcast on simulation theory. A heated debate followed it; Jensen, the logical skeptic, and you, the blind follower, simply for the pleasure of pushing his buttons and riling him up. Needless to say, further podcasts were not queued up. As predicted, cell service became less frequent, so you switched to the downloaded playlist with the theme of road-tripping. Songs included There She Goes, Life in the Fast Lane, and Take Me Home, Country Roads. Carefreeness overtook you as you opened up, signing along with Jensen, unworried about your voice or inventive lyrics.

It felt like flying off the highway, with the windows rolled down and Jensen pushing the modern Impala to its limits. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky therefore requiring sunglasses, and Jensen placed his ballcap on your head to keep your hair from flying all over the place. You crossed your legs up on your seat, and your hand hung out the window.

He chuckled. “Just like Jared. I don’t know how y’all do that.”

“Occasional yoga,” You answered. “Keeps me flexible.”

“There are benefits to being flexible.” Jensen pondered and cleared his throat as you both thought about the same thing. Sparing you the need to respond, he turned up the radio, “Oh, I love this song.”

What was it? Oh, right, Go Your Own Way. He fumbled through the second verse but gave a decent performance, so you were none-the-wiser.

It was midafternoon when you neared Lebanon. Out of the farms and fields sprouted a sign on US 281.

“Geographical Center of the Continental US.” You read aloud.

“What on earth?” Jensen asked.

“We have to go! Hang a righteous!” You instructed, fearing he would miss the turn.

“The more you talk, the less you are making sense.” He said.

You flailed your arms. “Take a right, right here!”

He had to press the brakes harder than he would have liked, but he made it.

He giggled and repeated, “Hang a righteous. What do you say when need to go left?”

“Leftovers for breakfast, obviously.” You responded.

“Obviously.” He chuckled.

“Oh my god,” Realization dawned on you. “This is why they picked it for the show, isn’t it? The center of the US, not counting Alaska and Hawaii, of course.”

“Yes,” He drew out unconfidently. “That is exactly why.”

“You didn’t know either!” You playfully accused.

“I knew.” He brushed it off. “At some point, I’m sure.”

You approached the park at the T in the road. Kansas stretched on for miles around you. Not a single car or person was in view. Thankful to get out of the car, you stretched and walked around the small plot of land with the smallest little chapel, one monument dedicating the space, and a bulletin board with news clippings with pieces of paper shoved in saying ‘so-and-so’ was here.

You wandered over to read the monument; Jensen trailed behind.

“So, how does it feel to be at the center of the country?” He asked.

You gritted your teeth and whispered, “Anti-climatic.”

“At least we didn’t have to pay for this tourist trap.” He remarked.

“Shut up. You loved the mystery spot.” You teased back.

You inspected the bulletin board closer, seeing the visitors' names and everywhere they came from, surprised at how far some people had traveled, and hopefully not just for this.

“Hey, you got a pen and paper?” Jensen asked.

“I think so.”

After quickly running back and forth, you brought a sharpie and a torn journal sheet to him. He jotted something down and signed his name before shoving it in along with the rest of the notes. You got a closer look, and it read ‘Dean Winchester was here,’ today’s date, and signed by Jensen Ackles.

“One for the fan girlies.” He announced, proud of himself.

“Very kind of you,” You agreed, for it made your own fangirl heart flutter.

Turning back on the road, you headed for downtown Lebanon. It was smaller than you expected, though you weren’t sure what you were expecting to begin with. A few houses were cute and quaint, and most needed work like paint touch-ups and a good weeding. Some needed a lot of work. The stretch of downtown truly brought to life the meaning of a one-horse town.

Though there were some recent renovations for tourists, Jensen leaned against the main city sign, avoiding stepping on the flowers and shrubbery. You happily snapped a few photos for him, and he returned the favor as you got a couple in the historical city jail replica.

“Does this count for the bucket list?” He asked.

“Pfft.” You leaned against the frame, arms sticking out between the strap-iron bars. “Hardly.”

“I could ask if they’ll keep ya overnight.” He offered, pointing over his shoulder back to city hall.

“Oooh, we could plan an intricate escape plan and heist, becoming the next Bonnie and Clyde.” You elaborated. “I like it.”

“Alright,” He started to walk away, calling your bluff. “I’ll go get you arrested for something.”

“Wait,” You squealed. “No. Jensen! Let me out!” You strained to reach for the latch keeping you caged.

“Not a chance.” He kept walking. “You gotta prepare for the real deal. If you can’t survive a night here, there is no way you will survive the feds.”

“Wait until I get out of here.” You threatened. “You are in for it.”

You poked your arm through another gap and stretched for the latch. Your fingers grazed it, and you pushed a little further, finally unhinging it. As promised, you ran after him, fully meaning to tackle him. However, he braced himself, knowing what was coming. A small grunt escaped him as you jumped up on his back. He gripped the underside of your thighs, supporting you, and carried you on his back to the car.

“Now you’re really caught.” He chuckled.

“Bull.” You said and wrapped your arms a little tighter around his chest. “We could play this out like Westley and Fezzik, and I’m telling you now, I’d win.”

“Inconceivable.” He said.

“You keep using that word…” You quoted.

And he finished. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”

You laughed as he set you down on the pavement. “So… which way to the bunker?”

He flipped the keys in his hand, mentally preparing for another few hours at least in the car. “Aw, I’m sorry. Insider secret. You have to be a person of letters to get that knowledge.”

You faked a pout but chuckled, then stretched your back, not quite wanting to get back in the car. “I reckon the only bunkers round these parts are corn-filled.”

“Or poultry-filled… I reckon,” He matched your southern drawl.

“They should add one, though. Reach a wider range of tourists. Or, at the very least, make a little museum. Maybe that’s what I’ll plan for my midlife crisis. Move to Lebanon, and open a bookstore slash cafe slash flower shop slash Supernatural museum.” You rambled. “And then I will finally start leeching off our relationship, and you can bring me free stuff from set that I can stock in the museum.”

“That's a lot of slashes. I’m either impressed that you made that up all on the spot or concerned that has been your plan from the get-go.” He said. “And I’m equally concerned that you are planning a midlife crisis, not letting it happen spontaneously as nature intended.”

“I’m trying to be spontaneous, okay?” You whined. “This is a big step for me. Having things planned out and knowing what to expect helps a lot with anxiety. I’m learning to find the fun in stuff like this.” You waved your hands around as if to showcase this whole trip.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized. “I was teasing you, Y/N. It’s good to have a balance of both. I have my whole day to days planned out by someone other than me, so trips like this with no agenda to follow are refreshing. But I realize if you lived like this 24/7, it would be more than chaotic, and you’d potentially miss out on a lot.”

You huffed.

“It’s a good thing.” He observed. “We balance each other.”

You could accept that. “I am trying. And there’s a lot we’d have missed out on, too, if I had planned everything out.”

“I could have missed out on the mystery spot.” He agreed.

“You are never going to let that go, are you?” You envisioned.

“Never.” He grinned. “Let’s get back on the road and grab a snack…”

“I’m not hangry.” You said, but his eyes challenged you. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Stopping on the way out of town for gas, you both went inside to grab a cold drink for the road. Jensen nudged you with his hip once you went for your wallet and beat you to the draw. You blushed from the contact and linked your elbow around his, placing your hand in his. He interlaced his fingers with yours. And you weren’t sure if it was his pulse or yours that you felt violently pounding against your wrist.

“Well, aren’t you two just the cutest little lovebirds,” The cashier remarked, and you pulled your hand out of his, realizing what you had done. “What brings you two out to Lebanon?”

Jensen grabbed it back as he responded, his voice leaning more into that Texas accent that rarely peeked out, “Passing through. On our way to Colorado.”

“Oh, well, if that is the case, you gotta play clouds or mountains!” She exclaimed.

“Clouds or mountains?” The question barely left your mouth, too focused on Jensen’s thumb now brushing the length of yours.

“Sounds like a drinking game.” He remarked.

“It better not be since you play it when you’re driving. But anyways, me and my friends play it anytime we’re headed out that way. Trust me, when you grow closer and closer, you can’t tell the difference if it’s a cloud or mountain, especially in the spring with the white caps, but I suppose your a little late for that.” She explained.

“What does the winner get?” You asked.

“Oh, trust me. You’re both winners at the end of that game after driving hours on a flat road.” She chuckled. “Though I suppose you could make a bet to sweeten the pot for whoever guesses mountains correctly first.”

Jensen thanked her for the advice and drinks, but she wasn’t finished yet. “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Nah,” He waved it off. “I have one of those faces.”

“Sir,” She scolded. “Trust me. You do not have one of the faces. Sweetie,” She directed at you. “You better keep him on a leash. More than a few ladies round these parts would be more than happy to take in a stray.”

Your brain stopped functioning. How on earth were you supposed to respond to something like that? First off, it was completely derogatory. It’s not like you would claim him, or any man for that matter, as your property. Second, he wasn't even yours to claim. You both shared a wide-eyed look, and he smirked, intervening with that natural charm.

"I don't need a leash to heel for this one. She buys the brand name kibble and gives the best belly rubs." He boasted.

Your cheeks flushed with magma.

“Lucky son of a gun. If you ever find yourself in the doghouse, you come back around here anytime.” She offered.

Jensen winked at her, thanked her again, and the door chimed as you exited. You were both about to return to the car when your exasperated huff stopped Jensen. Your brows were furrowed together, and you were shaking your head. The heel of your foot squeaked as you turned sharply, marching back.

“Hey, hey.” Jensen chased after you and became a wall in front of you, blocking you from the building. “Where are you going?”

“I am going back in there and telling that woman,” You pointed furiously, “Exactly what I think.”

Jensen chuckled, this new fury in you surprising yet equally adorable. “And what exactly do you think?”

“You don’t talk to people like that!” You nearly shrieked.

“It’s fine Y/N,” He tried his best to diffuse the situation. “She meant no harm.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You protested, glaring into the storefront.

He grabbed your shoulders and leaned down to capture your gaze. “Make like Elsa, and let it go.”

You tried so hard to hold onto your anger but failed, a snicker escaping.

He physically turned you and forced you back to the car, your feet dragging the whole way.

“‘Sides,” He remarked, “I’m a Doberman. I can fight my own battles.”

Now you snorted. “You’re a corgi at best.”

A sharp tinge pinched at your ribs, and you yelped in response. “That’s a lot of smack coming from someone ranking in as a chihuahua.”

You gasped, “How dare you!”

“A little furball of fiery rage ready to defeat the cosmos one ineffective ankle bite at a time.” Jensen laughed harder at his own antics when you shook your head. “You even got the shakes down!”

“I’m so done with you right now.” You fake fumed and slouched into the passenger’s seat.

“You love it.” His tongue peeked out between his teeth.

You tried again to hold onto the anger, but then it melted into a cheesy smile and confirmed with a head nod. Once he knew the beast had been tamed, he shut your door, and you headed for another long stretch of road. Consulting your map while you still had service seemed like the best bet, but directions were simple enough.

“Few minutes south outta Lebanon, then west on 36. Straight shot to Denver from there.” You tucked your phone away. “Let me know when you want to switch.”

“I still got a while in me.”

Time flew by as the scenic pictures of rural America repeated; fields, run-down farms, junk piled to the sky, and an occasional wealthy, newly renovated estate. Small towns came and went, some lasting a mere crossroads, others three blocks maximum. The estimated arrival time was slowed by the inconvenience of no longer having the expressway. Rusted-out trucks from the 80s and semis carting full loads of goods from produce, dairy, to livestock slowed the traffic. At least Jensen was still driving as he had the gall to pass the slower vehicles. Conversation was frequent but not constant. The time was filled with more tunes, podcasts, shared pining, and wondering if you could feel the other’s lips properly the second time if it ever came.

He was rubbing his own lips and lost in that exact thought when you broke his concentration.

“Hey, Jensen?” You asked.

“Hmm?”

The last remaining rays of sun brought out the dusting of freckles on his skin and the gold flecks in his eyes. No Instagram filter could compete. He looked at you almost as if he was thinking the same thing. Wishing he could capture this scene forever, but no photo could truly do it justice.

You cleared your throat and nodded ahead. “Clouds or mountains?”

That shocked him out of whatever thought he was lost in. He looked at the clock and wondered if he had missed the state line. Surely, you were not in Colorado yet. But then he looked ahead and whistled. The sun was disappearing between purple and blue luminous clouds towering into the atmosphere.

“That is one big ass storm system.” And you were headed right for it.

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Rain pounded against the windshield that the wipers futilely attempted to clear. The sky had gone as dark as the middle of the night, and the wind howled as its only goal was to force the car off the road. The headlights only scouted out a few feet ahead, and the tail lights in the distance indicated others were just about as thrilled as you. Jensen’s knuckles were stark white, gripping the steering wheel as tight as he could. There was no conversation, no music, the only focus on making it out alive. Even at the slow pace of thirty-five miles per hour, your eyes squeezed shut as gusts of wind pounded into the side of the car, or thunder roared up ahead. Lighting cracked across the sky, and the world lit up as it made contact with the lone tree in the field next to you.

“Jesus!” “Shit!” Both of you swore in unison.

Jensen slowed as you watched embers spark from inside the tree despite the downpour. That was the final straw. You pulled up your map, and though it shouldn’t have surprised you at this point, there was no service.

“Remind me to switch phone plans if I get back.” The irritation in your voice rose through. “Is yours any better?”

Jensen fished his out of his pocket and unlocked it before handing it to you. No luck.

“And here I thought you’d have some fancy-schmancy satellite plan. For god's sake, they send people to the moon and have had full conversations; you would think Verizon and T-Mobile could get their shit together!” You ranted.

He chuckled, but it was tense.

“Oh, oh, my map is loading, just not directions.” You tried to give him some semblance of hope. “We’re coming up on a town on the right, just a few miles. There might be a motel or a least a place to stop and wait for the rest to pass.”

A few more miles and the semi-truck ahead of you turned right, looking for an escape as well.

“This must be it.”

“What the fuck?” Jensen whined upon seeing red sign after red sign lit up with no vacancy.

“There!” You pointed.

He pulled in, and it was obvious you were the only car in the parking lot. With all the other hotels full, it sent a shiver down your spine. Before either of you committed to brave the rain, you connected to the motel’s wi-fi to check the weather radar. The storm was going nowhere. Not tonight, at least.

“Purple?” Jensen asked. “Is purple even a radar color? That can’t be good.”

You both ran to the motel’s office, soaked instantly from head to toe. The door was locked and but the office light was on. You were about to read the sign to Jensen, but thunder boomed around you, so instead, you just pointed, saying honk for service. Unlikely that anyone could hear it over the sound of wind and pounding rain. Yet Jensen ran back to the car, blazing the horn a few times before rejoining you under the awning.

A light appeared in the house next door, and soon a figure in a bright yellow poncho appeared, frantically looking for his keys and corralling you inside.

“Wow,” The toothpick of a man gasped out of breath. “You sure know how to pick a time to check in.”

If you had to guess, the office around hadn’t been updated since the 70s. Burnt orange carpet matted down, wood paneling that went halfway up the walls transitioning into yellow floral wallpaper, and the smell of cigarette smoke embedded into everything. Taxidermy birds and sketches adorned the walls. Ducks, a kingfisher, a pheasant, and an owl who stared down at you with spread wings and haunting yellow eyes. You stepped closer to Jensen.

“We’ll take two rooms for the night.” Jensen requested, and you started shivering as the cold wettness of the rain soaked through to your bones.

“We’re currently under renovations and just have the one, but it’s a double.” He went through a paper ledger; there was no computer in sight.

Jensen had joked about the twilight zone yesterday, but now it was as if you had actually stepped into it. You shared a look and silently agreed to make it work, not wanting to risk going out again in this. The thunder and flash of lightning outside confirmed your decision.

“We’ll take it.” Jensen decided and laid his card down, wondering if they even accepted cards.

When the man accepted it and slowly typed the numbers into a machine, Jensen noted he needed to carefully review his next few statements. He seemed to be in his late thirties but still had a boyishness. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had never left this town.

“Jensen Ackles.” The man remarked. “An unusual name. I have a plain old name. Anthony Perkins, though I suppose you don’t hear the name Anthony so much anymore. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Charmed,” Jensen said tersely.

“And what might your name be?” He asked innocently enough, but his eyes bore into you similar to the stuffed owl’s.

“Y/N… Ackles.” At this point, you didn’t care if it made Jensen uncomfortable; you didn’t like how this man looked you up and down.

Jensen’s jaw flexed.

Anthony laughed sheepishly, “Then I suppose you won’t mind sharing a room, that is, unless you’ve had a fight recently or little ones in the car.”

He was right; your lie didn’t make sense. “Siblings, actually.” You stuttered out.

“Ah,” His eyes lit back up, and handed Jensen back his card.

Your eyes flashed him a help me sign, but he didn’t catch on. Anthony began writing down in the ledger and passed it to Jensen, indicating where to sign. He watched impatiently, bouncing as Jensen wrote his information and signed.

“You folks in town for the cattle auction tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes.” Now that you had started a lie, apparently, you couldn’t stop, but you wanted this man to know nothing about you.

“You don’t look like the rancher types, if you don’t mind me saying.” He remarked, and you very much did mind.

“We recently got back into it.” Jensen finally caught up to your uneasiness. “Our great-grandfather started a ranch north of Dallas and passed it down to his son and then our father. We both tried to leave, Y/N for a law degree and me for… veterinary services, but we got roped back in.”

“That’s nice, though, and your areas of study fit the business.” Anthony said. “My mother started this motel, and now I run it for her that she is unable. There’s nothing like a family business.”

“Right.” You agreed. “That’s what our ranch is. The family business. Saving cattle…” What the fuck was coming out of your mouth.

You looked at Jensen for aid, and he thinly smiled. “Hunting… deals.”

“Saving cattle?” Anthony asked, confused.

Your eyes blinked rapidly. “Oh, you know, from the big corporations, like McDonald’s. Small farm life, pasture-raised, so much more ethical for the animals. So finding deals at auctions like this for a cow nobody wants is rewarding in its own way.” You swallowed hard. Nobody in their right mind would believe this bullshit.

But Jensen was having the time of his life with it. He leaned against the counter. “Our dad was supposed to come up this way for the auction but went missing three weeks back. So you see, I came looking for him but got no leads. Y/N, with her fancy Hartford law degree, has better luck with the police usually.” He paused, looking back at the ledger and scanning the other names. “Say you haven’t heard about any missing people around here?”

You covered your face, looking contemplative, but truly you were hiding a smirk. Anthony swallowed and shook his head no.

“What about anything unusual?” He pressed further.

“Unusual?” Anthony repeated.

“Yeah,” Jensen’s voice cracked. “Problems with the electricity, smells of manure, phantom mooing.”

He chuckled. “With the cattle auction nearby and the fields all around, it always smells like manure, but I don’t see what that has to do with your missing father?”

Okay, this had gone on long enough. “You like birds, Anthony?” You attempted to divert the conversation.

“Oh yes, very much so.” He grinned. “Their elegant, delicate, free creatures. I do most of the work myself, though some I purchase. I’m quite pleased with the owl and the sketch of the flock of crows. You almost remind me of a bird. I’d like to sketch you if you have the time.”

And that was enough fun for Jensen. He stood up straight. “Maybe next time.” He said firmly but didn’t want to offend your host. “Let’s grab some food…”

Anthony grabbed a key from behind the desk and handed it to Jensen. “I think most restaurants closed early tonight for the storm, but Mother and I were just sitting down for dinner before you came. I’m sure she would be happy to share.”

“Thank you,” You offered. “But I’m not that hungry, and we have plenty of food in the car.”

“If you change your mind, feel free to come up to the house; we don’t bite.” He offered one last time.

You were towing your luggage and the snack basket as fast as you could out of the car and under the awing next to room number 6.

When you were certain Anthony was back in the house, you exhaled, “What the fuck was that?”

“Saving cattle? Really?” He critiqued your improv skills.

You slapped his shoulder. “That’s not what I’m talking about, but while we are at it, phantom mooing.”

But then you and Jensen laughed until another roll of thunder caused you to jump.

“Get us inside,” You coaxed him. “After all that, I’m glad there’s only one room.”

Jensen fumbled with the keys. “Renovations, my ass; he just doesn’t want to clean two rooms. But I would have insisted on one after all that anyways. That guy gives me the creeps. I’m not leaving you alone near him.”

The door swung open, and Jensen stopped at the threshold.

“Bates motel much?” And then you saw why Jensen froze. You stuttered, “When he said double, I was thinking two twins.”

“Yeah,” Jensen agreed. “Double as in a full-sized mattress.”

You surveyed the town around you. Aside from house lights, nothing else was open except the motel down the street, with its sign still reading no vacancy. The parking lot filled to the brim with livestock trailers now made sense. As if the night couldn’t get worse, the wind picked up again, and the thunder grew in intensity and frequency.

“We... We’ve, we’ve,” You couldn’t spit it out. “We’ve shared a bed before.”

“Yup.” Jensen gulped.

“We’ll make a pillow barricade.” You suggested.

“Pillow barricade?”

“Is something the matter?” Anthony called from down the porch. “You’ve been standing out here for an awfully long time.”

You squinted your eyes shut.

“No, thank you, Anthony,” Jensen yelled over the wind, guiding you inside.

Once inside, you shivered from the chill. The decor matched that of the office. Jensen wrestled with the window on the far side of the room. It was futile. The window was completely busted, stuck open.

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered to himself.

Your teeth chattered.

“Why don’t you get a shower,” He instructed. “It’ll warm you up.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, yet you carefully got all the necessary items. Now that you were in here, the steam rolling up to the ceiling, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Only the door separated you and him. And you found yourself shaking again. You encouraged yourself with deep breaths and let your jeans fall around your ankles, followed by everything else.

You survived, taking a quick shower to leave hot water for him before snuggling into your pajamas, much more comfortable than before. Jensen looked up for the edge of the bed once you exited. He licked his lips and found he had trouble breathing. You couldn’t help but blush. He seemed to want to say something but decided against it.

“It’s all yours,” You offered.

“Thanks.” He rushed past you.

The water started again, and your mind wandered imagining the two of you joined in the water’s steam. Heating yourselves not just with the water but the with each other, your mouths exploring every inch of skin, tugging on hair, pressed against the tiled wall. A new shiver ran through you, and you had to distract yourself. You flipped on the TV and rested against the headboard.

When Jensen came out, he did not have the courtesy of fore planning. His waist was wrapped in the white cotton that was practically a dish towel. The drops of water accentuated the lines of his muscles. The v that traveled down… You forced your gaze back to the TV, though you couldn’t see the picture, the image in your mind too distracting, the pounding of your heart too loud to hear the words.

He seemed completely unaffected by this precarious situation. He dried his hair with the spare towel.

“Silence of the Lambs, really?” He scoffed. “You’re not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

Oh, I won’t be sleeping tonight, but that is not the reason why. “It was this, the weather, or Fox News.”

He rolled his eyes before returning to the bathroom to change into gray joggers and a white undershirt. “Hannibal it is.”

You squinted your eyes shut; the joggers were as sinful as the towel. The weight of the bed dipped, and the springs creaked as he slid in next to you. His arm snaked behind you and drew you in. It felt natural; it felt like home. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and your racing heart stilled, perfectly content.

“I ate his liver,” Jensen quoted along with the movie. “With some fava beans and a nice chianti.”

You huffed a laugh. “Jensen?”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Will you protect me from Norman Bates and Buffalo Bill?”

“Not Hannibal?” One of his brows raised.

You snuggled in further to him. “Give it fifteen to twenty years, and I think you’d be perfect for a remake.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” You explained. “He’s protective, polite, intelligent… occasionally spontaneous and the only man in the movie not to objectify Clarice, though objectifying can be nice if the occasion calls for it.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on him,” He observed.

You snorted. “No, absolutely not. Oh, but that one scene where he grazes Clarice’s finger...” You exaggerated a shiver.

“Macabre,” He suddenly announced. “That’s the theme I was looking for early. You’re very macabre.”

You giggled. “Goes hand in hand with your show, I guess.”

“Fair,” He agreed, and then his stomach grumbled. “Where did those snacks get off to?”

You reached for them, never leaving the bed, and settled them on his stomach, producing a grunt. Jensen dug through the basket, and you cuddled in closer. Underneath the sheets, his barefoot rubbed against yours, and even though the wind whipped through the open window being next to him would keep you warm all night.

Heat followed Silence of the Lambs, which Jensen was thrilled by, but even though it was earlier for you than usual, you began dosing off, your head rising and falling with the breathing of his chest. His scent surrounded you and lulled you further. He gently stroked your hair and pulled you closer.

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Continue here to Part 6

GHTTC Tags: @maggiegirl17

#Jensen Ackles #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen x you #supernatural #spn fanfiction #SPN FANDOM

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gumnut-logic · 2 years ago

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Having his ‘bird out on her runway, and in the sunshine, gave Virgil the opportunity to air out her life support systems and do some general cleaning. He even got one of the bots to hose her down and climbed out and polished up her windows and external lights. For an hour or two he lost himself in the job, his mind wandering over yesterday’s events and processing as his hands worked on familiar surfaces.

Gordon wandered out onto the tarmac at one point to check on him. His fish brother may claim to be carefree, but if one of them wasn’t acting normally, he was known to chase them up or alternatively poke and prod if they weren’t responding in a Gordon-acceptable manner.

“Hey, Virg, whatcha doin’?”

It was yelled up as Virgil was hanging almost upside down above Two’s port wing polishing his third number two for the day.

“Cleaning.”

And yes, that was an arched eyebrow from his little brother. He couldn’t see it, but he could hear it. “You gonna wax and polish your entire ‘bird?”

“Just the important bits.”

“You do know we have bots for that.”

“Yes, Gordon.”

“Then wh-“ A wet splat interrupted his brother. “A-aaaargh!”

Virgil spun so fast, his safety line shifted and he found himself falling forward and off the edge of the wing.

Hanging in mid-air only gave him a better view.

Gordon stood on the tarmac, face absolutely disgusted, somewhat distraught and covered in white bird shit.

Virgil immediately looked to the sky, but from this angle half of it was obscured by the cliff face and the rest of it was blue, empty and glaringly full of sun.

“What the hell?!” Gordon stood like a frightened scarecrow, white uric acid in his hair, on his shirt and hands. His fingers flicked white all over the asphalt.

Virgil kept a wide berth as he rappelled down the side of his ‘bird.

“You okay?”

“Do I look okay?!”

Virgil bit his lip. “Well, you’ve looked better.” And if his phone camera was suddenly in his hand, it wasn’t like the fish wouldn’t do the same if he had the chance.

The expression of disgust on Gordon’s face was one for the record books. An accusatory glare at the phone, he spun on the spot, careful not to touch any part of his body with his filthy hands, darted between the ferns and clambered down the cliffside.

Virgil unclipped himself and ran after his brother, only catching sight of him as a pair of sand shoes flew up the cliff and landed on the asphalt. Gordon took a leaping dive into the lagoon.

Well, that was one way to get rid of it.

Virgil watched him purely for safety’s sake as his fish brother skimmed below the surface towards the deeper blue at the centre of the caldera. As always, Virgil marvelled at how fast Gordon could move underwater. Goofy above, powerful below.

And now madly trying to scrub the mess out of his hair. Words which Grandma would not approve bounced around the bay.

A figure in blue appeared at the edge of the villa cliff staring out at the splashing in the middle of the lagoon. That was an explanation waiting to happen. He was surprised there hadn’t been a squawk from comms already.

A glance at the empty sky and he returned to the question of what the hell would be capable of doing this.

Virgil was no orthinologist, but he did have a camera and an interest in the wildlife around him. They were in a rather privileged position just north of one of the world’s largest wildlife sanctuaries, and if his photos were of use to the scientific team on Raoul Island a few hundred kilometres south of them, well, it didn’t hurt to help where he could.

Mel, the leader of the team had him grabbing rough counts of the Kermadec petrels on Mateo every now and again, plus the sea eagles in the cliffs. With the tui in the forest and a number of other species, Virgil was pretty sure he had encountered just about every type of bird on the Island.

And none of them were big enough to make that mess.

Gordon was heading back and no doubt, the words were not going to be pleasant.

He was spitting chips before he even climbed out of the water.

“What the hell was that?!”

His soaking wet brother climbed the verge, hair sticking out in all directions, bare feet nimble despite the sharp rocks.

Virgil opened his mouth, but another voice interrupted. “What happened?”

Blue eyes, dark frown, Scott had already walked half the length of Two’s runway. “What’s going on?”

“Relax, Scott. Gordon just had an encounter with some bird poop.”

His big brother stopped walking. “You’re kidding. All that,” and he waved his hand towards the lagoon, “was for a little sky candy?”

“Candy?” Outrage was one word. Bedraggled was another. Gordon was shoving damp feet into his sand shoes and having a doozy of a time with it. “A bird shit on me, Scott. A pterodactyl sized bird. Possibly an elephant with wings.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “If it was an elephant with wings, you’d need a shovel.” Though at this point, he was willing to entertain the pterodactyl theory.

Another wary glance at the sky.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to get Two undercover.

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Sky Candy

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #nuttyfic reblog

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tamathena · 5 months ago

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Not in order but at different schools. Most of them are from similar years, I don't remember everything, but some that come to mind.

In 5th grade I was told if I didn't kill myself that the world would end. The popular kids who did it had a special privilege badge (long story, good behaviour awarded these kids the freedom to go to lunch and the bathroom without passes) that they never lost.

I got my first phone in 8th grade and someone got my number and passed it to popular boys, who proceeded to call me and ask me on dates as a joke.

In 5th grade I was choked by a girl a grade above me on the playground.

Due to trauma from abuse at home, unexpected touches made me jump and scream, and I would have to calm down from panic. This was endlessly funny to bullies.

8th Grade, people kept trying to convince me my best friend was only my friend because she felt sorry for me.

1st or 2nd grade a couple girls trapped me in a bus seat and pinched my face hard enough to leave bruises.

I was regularly driven to tears and beyond and not given a way or chance to escape.

Kids tried to make me pay them back for birthday presents. In like..... 3rd?

In 5th grade a girl I thought was my friend stopped to be friends with the same girl that choked me. She led me on as a friend for a while.

In PE classes with dodgeball I was targeted first. They always aimed for my head.

I was stalked by another student. No one tried to help me. Even teachers. I told them.

Boys and girls were cruel to me in different ways. Girls excluded me, laughed at me, threw me under the bus, called me ugly. They'd get... Personal? The one who choked me would make fun of my teeth.

Boys would harass me. Asking me out or even talking to me in a way that wasn't to taunt or insult me was a dare/game/joke. My number was passed around for them to pretend to take an interest in me and belittle me for ever thinking they could be anything less than awful to me.

A lot of the kids who were terrible to me were in sports programs, and the schools acted like it would have been a crime to punish their precious athletes.

I was called horrible things all through the years. Ugly, fat (I wasn't), people used to call me the r-slur with my name blended into it. Rumors were spread about me in every way you can think of.

I told teachers and adults endlessly but no one ever fucking did anything. Ever. I was the one who was "talked to" when I was the one being tormented. The teachers and principals never fucking did A THING to help me. Ever. Fucking none of the staff. EVER. Tried to stop them.

I credit my survival at the school I graduated at with.... Just deliberately choosing to not fucking interact with people. I didn't speak unless spoken to. I didn't Introduce myself. I didn't know anyone.

If no one knew me that well, they would have no reason to bother with bullying me

I still remember the first compliment I think a classmate ever gave me was when I moved in sophomore (grade 10) year. I think she could tell I was.... Scared? Nervous? When she approached me.

She said that my eyes were beautiful.

It took me a minute to realize she meant it. At least... I think she did.

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thequeenopower · 2 years ago

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Side Missions ; Dream

3 wagu steaks? Who the hell doordashes 3 wagu steaks?

Well its $20 in my pocket so, why the hell not?

I arrive at the restaurant and wait about 15 minutes since I got there a little early. Once I got the food I headed to the house, which was very far away and in the middle of nowhere. The driveway to the house was long and dropped you off in front of a beautiful 1-story house. Knocking on the door with the bag in my hand, a man with dirty blond hair opened up the door.

"Great! You're here, could you settle a debate between me and my friends?" He asked with a smile, taking the bag from me and opening the door a little wider.

"We're not going to kill you, we promise. It's just that we need a fourth person's opinion on the playback of this race." A brunette said from behind him.

Oh what the hell? It's not like if I did die I'd be leaving anything behind.

I mean I'm a struggling college student whose family lives thousands of miles away. I only have one friend at school and we almost never see each other. I barely make ends meet so if I die by the hands of a couple attractive people, so be it.

"Sure, why not." I walk in and am greeted by a cat and another brunette man.

"I'm Clay by the way, he's Nick and that one's George." George waves from the couch as Nick plops onto it, motioning for me to come over and watch the play-by-play.

"Do you guys want anything with your steaks?" Clay asks from the kitchen which gets George up and moving towards him.

"Okay so, I was placed first place automatically by the game, but Clay swears he was in front of me." Nick starts the video and it tracks the Mario character.

It switches between Mario, which was Nick's character, Princess Peach, which was George's, and Toad, which was Clay's. The cat jumped on top of me just as Mario hit Toad with a shell. Clay must've gotten mad and tried to steer Nick off course because just like that, Clay and Nick were tied again.

"Watch! Watch closely!" Nick practically screamed in my ear, shaking his finger at the screen.

By this time, George and Clay sat down on the couch, Clay sitting next to me and George sitting on the other side of Nick. It was at this moment that everything felt surreal as Clay and Nick argued when Mario and Toad passed the finished line at the same time, though I will say Mario was a pixel ahead of Toad.

"So, who do you think won?" Nick cut me from my thoughts.

"Uh, you?" Nick fist-pumped the air as Clay huffed from beside me, taking the cat from me as it seemed I lost my privilege to touch her.

"Would you like some cake, sorry we never got your name."

"It's y/n. And sure, I'll take a slice." He nods and I follow him to the kitchen where he cuts me a slice and then prepares his steak.

"I'll just get going." I draw out as I slowly make my way towards the front door.

"Are you sure? You can stay and eat your cake, maybe play a round or two on the switch." I debated in my head whether or not I should stay.

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The night grew darker as we started another round.

"NO, STOP Y/N!!" George screeches as I hit him with two green shells, one after the other.

Clay cheered me on as I finished the game in first place. Nick huffed and threw his remote down onto the table along with George.

"I better get going you guys, thanks for letting me play." They begged me to stay a little longer but gave up as I put my jacket and shoes on.

Clay walked me out and stayed behind me the entire time, not stopping until we got to my car.

"This was fun, maybe we could do it again sometime?" His tone was hopeful.

"I'd like that." He smiled and handed me his phone to put my number in.

"I'll call you soon." He leaned into my car through the open window as I put it into reverse.

"I'll be waiting."

God this is shitty huh? i just wanted to make something. but eh who cares. this was rushed so I'm sorry for the shitty writing, I'm just now getting back into it. hope you have a good day or night where ever you are <3

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cottonkendi · 3 years ago

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Let's Break Up

MASTERLIST

Haitani Ran x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Warning: Spoiler alert. Curse words.

Synopsis: When the second hand embarrassment becomes too much.

Slamming the door open, you stomp inside the apartment, shoes tossed to the side as you plop yourself on the couch, arms crossing in front of your chest as you eye Ran who walks in last after his brother who sits himself on another couch. Ran huffs at the way you’re looking at him, carefully removing his shoes while fixing yours before slamming the door shut.

“Are you going to keep on glaring at me like that, darling?” He drawls out, already tired of your attitude ever since the meeting ended.

You only roll your eyes at his words, not knowing how he can pretend that everything is normal. “Don’t fucking call me that, Ran. You lost that privilege the moment that person walked in the meeting and sat next to you.” Your frown deepens when you hear Rindou chuckle from the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone as he quietly listens to your argument.

“I don’t fucking know how you can live with yourself knowing that you just did that. Aren’t you fucking embarrassed? I feel embarrassed for you. I can’t even look you in the eye right now.” You continue, eyes averting from his as he tries to get closer to you but you start throwing pillows at him. “Don’t go near me.” Holding out your hand, his chest only a few inches away from your hand as he looks down on you, violet eyes piercing through your soul..

“C’mon, you’re being dramatic!” He sighs out, long arms stretched out as he tries to convince you to at least let him sit next to you, but alas, you’re too stubborn.

“Don’t touch me, Ran. Who knows, you might do to me what you did to him.” You shudder, cringing at the thought as you remember what happened earlier.

“Can’t we just forget that it ever happened? It’s been 2 years! It doesn’t matter anymore! Just forget about it and let me near you - for fuck’s sake, stop throwing pillows! You’re messing up the living room!” Ran shouts as he catches one of the pillows that you just threw.

You huff as he forces his way next to you, arms trying to wrap around your waist but you only move away from him, the pillows doing a good job at being your little barrier from the disgusting being known as Haitani Ran.

God, how’d you even manage to date someone like him?

One look at his braided hair and frowning face makes you cringe.

“I just, can’t you just listen to me? It was a mistake, I get it! I made a mistake, if I had known before, I wouldn’t have done it but I can’t change the past now, can I? So just fucking forget about it!” He reasons with you, eyes blown out from frustration as he breathes heavily. His hands grip your arms and you’re sure that a laugh is bubbling in your throat right now when you remember something. And so, in order to irritate your bastard of a boyfriend, you decide to recite the words from the accident.

“Somehow, I’ve always admired you guys. Captain, Kakuchou, rest well you guys. I’ll hold onto it dearly, the way you two lived your lives. Sounds familiar, Ran?”

You can hear Rindou burst out laughing on the other side of the room, your own laughter about to burst out of your lips but you must maintain your serious expression.

Ran’s eye twitches at your words, his hold on your arms getting a little tighter. Noticing how he’s about to lose it, you take this as your chance to end it all.

Struggling a little, you raise your right hand before trailing it on his face, tracing his lips - thumb gently brushing against his lower lip -, then his cheeks before finally moving to his eyes where you ever so gently close them, fingertips pressed onto his eyelids like what he did to Kakuchou and Izana.

“Oh my fucking god! I hate you so much! I fucking hate the two of you! Leave me alone!” His outburst makes your own laughter escape as you finally lose it. Cackling at his frustration, you fall to the couch as you let the laugh that you’ve been holding since the meeting loose. Your stomach starts to cramp up when the image of Kakuchou walking into the room keeps repeating in your head.

While in the middle of your laughing fit, you notice the way Ran took a pillow and was about to smack you with it but you couldn’t do anything, body too weak from laughing so hard so you just brace yourself for the pillow’s impact.

He starts to hit you on the side, glaring at your laughing figure before also throwing a pillow at his brother. “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you! Oh my god! I want to break up. Let’s break up, I can’t take this anymore.”

You slowly start to calm down, a little drool leaving your lips as you stare at the ceiling, breathing heavily as you try to calm your erratic heartbeat. “You don’t think I don’t want to break up with you too after I saw Kakuchou walk in during the meeting and sat next to you? Ran, he looked at the three of us for so long, I almost died from the second hand embarrassment. You’re so fucking embarrassing. If we were married, I’d divorce you.”

You’re about to laugh again but then you catch sight of Ran’s baton in his hand, a dangerous glint in his beautiful eyes as he stares you down. “I’ll count to ten and if you don’t start running, you’ll feel just how hard I can hit someone with a baton, darling.”

Eyes widening, you immediately stand, running your way to Rindou who’s just about to leave the room in order to escape whatever madness is about to start, but alas, you managed to hold onto him, using him as a shield from his brother.

“Now, now, let’s not get too hasty, love.”

“The fuck, leave me out of this-”

“If I catch the two of you, both of you will be sleeping outside for the night.” Ran threatens as he starts running towards your direction.

A shriek leaves your mouth when Rindou shoves you away, beelining to his room. You can hear the audible click of the lock as he does so.

Cursing, you only have a split second to run away from a baton-wielding Ran before his baton reaches your head. Ducking, you shove him to a wall before running towards your shared room with him. A nervous chuckle leaves your lips as you try your best to calm the rampaging Ran.

“I love you, Ran! I’m sorry! Forgive me, baby! I promise I won’t talk about the Kakucho incident anymore! I love you so much!” You yelp when you feel the way his fingertips graze your back. One look behind you and it almost looks like a scene from a horror movie as you see his braids swinging by his side. “I promise! I’ll pretend that Kakuchou’s dead, baby! Please spare me! Don’t close my eyes too!”

You cackle when you hear Ran cursing behind you.

#haitani ran #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani ran fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev #tokrev #haitani ran imagines #haitani ran scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #haitani brothers

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robertdowneyjjr · 2 years ago

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and time can do so much

stony loves steve 2022 // 9.2k words

Steve Rogers has a complicated relationship with time. He's the man out of time, the man who's lost everything to time.

But then he becomes friends with Tony Stark, whose love language is quality time. And that's exactly what Steve needs to find a place in this century.

written for the lovely @ralsbecket featuring love languages with a touch of technologically competent steve and post-2012 team as a family. please enjoy a snippet below, and you can read the full fic on ao3

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Once Steve moves in, a new phase of his friendship with the team begins.

He meets up with Nat three times a week at the tower’s gym and she quickly becomes someone he feels he can confide in. She’s suitably impressed with how quickly he’s grasped modern technology, only to frown in disappointment when she sees the way he continues to dress in what she calls “old man khakis.” She fixes this grave error of his by sending him a bunch of websites to do some online shopping. He finds that he quite enjoys scrolling through the options with Natasha by his side commenting on what she thinks would suit him best.

Clint likes to join Steve whenever he goes grocery shopping. While Steve loves how convenient it is to ask JARVIS to place an order for him, he also enjoys going to the store himself to pick out fresh produce, a privilege he wasn’t afforded when he was growing up in the depression. Clint, on the other hand, loves going just to try out samples, and he eats so much that they always end up buying those items because Steve doesn’t want the supermarket employee to feel like they’ve wasted their time. Over time, he learns that Clint will eat almost anything, and his guilty pleasure is buying trashy tabloids at the checkout line. He has a collection of photos on his phone of the funniest headlines he’s ever read, and from what he’s shown Steve, at least a third of them are related to the Avengers.

Steve gets to know Bruce better through their mutual interest in cooking. With wartime only just behind him, Steve is still learning the ins and outs of cooking, and the new techniques that have been introduced over the last few decades. The easy part is finding recipes online and buying the necessary ingredients. But Bruce is the one who teaches him the specifics, like the difference between baking and broiling, how to efficiently debone a chicken, which type of pasta to use for a certain sauce, and ways to measure ingredients without using actual measuring tools. He never would have thought, when he first met Bruce on the helicarrier, that they would get into the habit of making lunch together several times a week.

Most surprising is how quickly Steve starts to consider Tony his best friend in this century. They learn things about each other that would have never come up if they had continued living in separate households, thanks to how often they both tend to retreat to the common area whenever they have trouble sleeping. They speak in hushed tones in the quiet of the night, Tony confiding in Steve about his nightmares of the wormhole, and Steve sharing with Tony the stories about the friends he left behind in the 40’s.

He tells Tony about his life in Brooklyn before the war. Most of the anecdotes make Tony laugh, which Steve finds absolutely delightful. Others are treated as catastrophic revelations, like when Tony learns that in all the years Steve has lived in New York, he’s never been to the Met. Not even once.

“Seriously?!” Tony exclaims, abandoning his easy lounging position against the couch cushions to sit upright and glare accusingly at Steve. “And you call yourself a New Yorker?”

Steve rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as he resists smiling at Tony’s dramatic reaction.

“In case you forgot, Tony, I was dirt poor.”

“We’re gonna fix this. Tomorrow. You, me, the Met. No excuses.”

Early the next day, Tony makes Steve wait inside the entrance of the museum as he goes to pay for their tickets. Steve is checking out the brochures and the museum map, trying to figure out which exhibits to prioritize when Tony approaches with two pink metal tags in hand.

He clips one to the collar of Steve’s shirt, saying, “I was going to get a senior ticket for you, but since we’re New York residents we can pay whatever we want for admission.”

“I’m guessing you paid way more than the price of a senior ticket,” Steve says as he straightens the pin.

“Technically I don’t have to pay anything since SI is a corporate sponsor. But I did just make a small personal donation, no biggie,” Tony admits. “Now come on, what do you want to see first?”

Still undecided, Steve closes his eyes and randomly jabs a finger at the brochure he’s holding. When he blinks them open again, he sees Tony grinning in amusement at whatever his finger’s pointing at. He looks down and sighs. “I guess Naked before the Cinema it is.”

“Excellent choice, Captain,” Tony says, waggling his eyebrows. He gestures in front of him. “Lead the way.”

For a man who claims not to care much for the arts, Tony is incredibly patient with Steve throughout their time at the Met. He stays quiet while Steve reads the descriptions from each exhibit display and listens attentively when Steve comments on artistic styles. When Steve asks questions, Tony does his best to explain the historical context behind the exhibits but doesn’t pretend to know any more than he does, relying on his phone and JARVIS if there’s anything that stumps him. Otherwise, he keeps his phone in his pocket and doesn’t check it, giving Steve his undivided attention even though Steve’s enhanced hearing picks up the sound of it buzzing with notifications every few minutes.

They have a nice lunch at the Balcony Lounge, where Tony sits back and listens some more as Steve talks about his favorite pieces so far. It’s clear that half of what Steve says flies right over Tony’s head, but he doesn’t complain or change the topic. Instead, he pushes aside his empty cup of coffee and leans forward, asking Steve to explain a bit more about the various art movements they had just seen. Steve hasn’t had anyone to talk to about his interests like this in a very long time, so he continues to ramble on happily, even as his hands start itching for pencil and paper, needing to draw the way Tony is looking at him so kindly, curiosity sparking behind his eyes as Steve speaks.

It’s heady, being the sole focus of Tony’s attention like this. Steve finds he quite likes it.

It’s early evening when they finally leave, having spent the entire day at the museum. He clutches a bag of knickknacks from the gift shop that Tony insisted he buy, telling Steve that he should indulge in the things that make him happy. He hasn’t stopped grinning for hours, so grateful that he’s finally had the opportunity to check this experience off his bucket list. And with his best friend too, no less.

“Wow, I don’t remember if I’ve ever spent so much time looking at art. Or just at a museum in general,” Tony says as they’re standing outside the Met, waiting for Happy to bring the car around.

“Today has been amazing. Thank you, Tony,” Steve says earnestly. “I know art isn’t your thing, but you took the time to humor me anyway.”

“Hey, no.” Tony grasps Steve by the shoulder and squeezes lightly. “I wasn’t humoring you. I just like hanging out with you.”

Steve smiles, taking a hold of Tony’s wrist and squeezing back.

“I like hanging out with you too.”

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read the full fic on ao3

#stonylovessteve2022 #stevetony #stony #steve/tony #superhusbands #stony fic #i'm so happy i can finally share this #(there is smut so 👀)#kay writes things

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wiinestories · 7 months ago

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Angelo's patience was certainly being tested tonight, beginning with Barlowe's insult, followed by Adelaide's vile attempts to belittle Eden. Eden then questioned his decision to bring her to the event, and now he was left with a spoiled individual who had nothing better to do than pry into his affairs. Well, if he lost his patience, this one would be the first to learn about it. Despite his concern about leaving Eden by herself in that nest of vipers, her assurance that she was only going for a drink eased his mind. However, he had to find a way to get Hale off him.

The words that left the younger man's mouth infuriated Angelo. His jaw tightened, and a glare shot from his eyes. Clearly, the waters he had decided to dive into wouldn't yield a positive response. His hand clenched into a fist, poised to strike Hale's jaw if he continued with his assumptions regarding Eden. "You better stop—" Angelo's threat was cut short by Eden stepping out once more, and his hand relaxed at the sight of her. However, his brows furrowed when she let out that question, and he quickly noticed that her movements weren't normal. Something was off, and a glass of champagne wouldn’t have gotten her tipsy enough.

He found himself in an inner conflict, wrestling with his thoughts and emotions, steadfast in his commitment to never offend her. Initially, the thought of being infuriated by her actions and inquiries flitted across his mind, only to dissipate swiftly upon noticing the red marks on her pale skin, an observation that immediately set off alarm bells. "Eden..." he addressed her calmly, though it soon became apparent that she was struggling with her own movements, her evident discomfort palpable. Angelo, well-versed in identifying such symptoms, promptly extended his arms towards her, delicately drawing her closer to him. It was evident that her symptoms were far from ordinary. "Hey, hey, hey," his voice lowered, in an attempt to avoid drawing unwanted attention. "We're leaving, but I’m taking you to my place. Stay with me, and I’ll make sure you feel better," he reassured her, though Angelo recognized the urgent need for action at that moment. Wrapping his arm around her slender torso, he then stooped slightly to lift her legs, cradling them with his arm.

Opting for an alternate route leading directly to the parking lot, he descended the garden stairs toward the exit door with determined strides. Upon reaching his Land Rover, he carefully set her legs down to retrieve the small key and pressed the unlock button, prompting two beeps from the car. Assisting her into the passenger seat, he ensured her comfort before swiftly moving to the driver's seat and departing from the location. With urgency, he navigated through his phone's contacts, dialing his butler. "Lawrence, I need you to summon Dr. Jenkins immediately. Notify security of his arrival privileges and ensure he reaches there in less than five minutes, or he risks cutting his ties with me. Do you understand?" He spoke with speaker in the car activated. Angelo cared for Lawrence ever since he left prison. He was the person that Angelo trusted with keeping his household safe.

From the other end of the line, Lawrence swiftly dialed the doctor's number from another phone. "Is there anything to be concerned about, Mister Angelo?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. "I'll explain everything. I'm alright. I need Jenkins to be prepared to run blood tests. Set up my bedroom for his arrival. He'll be working there.” Angelo once more instructed, keeping his gaze on the road as the car speed was increasing before ending the call. His eyes left the road momentarily to check on Eden, his mind filled with questions about the one responsible behind this and the drug that she was given. He was furious about how someone managed to touch her, to harm her, he slammed his palm against the wheel and clenched it tightly. “Fuck!” He spat out, rage driven.

She didn't want to argue with him, she knew that much. The last thing she wanted to do was argue with Angelo, it'd end up messy and she'd regret it and part of her already was because he'd just made it so clear that he'd have torn them all apart if she simply asked. If they really tried to tear her apart he'd do so back in tenfold. She manoeuvred the crowd, completely unaware of the eyes following her.. Adelaide gave glances but from the dark corners, Barlow watched her, moved in peoples shadows to see where she was going but Eden's mind was scrambled, and in that room of crowded people how was she meant to know she was being followed?

Money could get you so much, so Barlowe, against Eden's knowledge tipped one of the waiters carrying the elegant champagne trays around to take her the singular glass left free on that tray, though as he was tucked the money into the waiters jacket pocket, he'd slipped a powder into that glass and nobody around him batted an eyelid about it, all too busy discussing their business and affairs to care for idle chit chat like that. She thought the waiter was being kind coming over to her and kneeling down slightly so she could take the drink, she even thanked them with such a charming smile, a smile that made Barlowe's blood boil, everything about her made his blood boil because she'd rejected his advances so many times and yet ended up on Angelo's arm without a problem. The difference was she liked Angelo, she would forever hate Barlowe.

She manoeuvred the crowd again, sipping at the drink progressively until she found the bathroom, it was out of the way a little away from the bustle and business of that room. She'd had maybe half a glass of champagne by the time she came out of the bathroom, refreshed, her hair back in place but that wouldn't be for long. Barlowe clamped his hand around Edens wrist, pulled her to a quiet corner harshly and pushed her against the wall. She spilled a little of the drink on herself, on her dress, just a splash. "Keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll squeeze your neck into silence, got it?" he hissed at her, his free hand hovering at her throat. He was already gritting his teeth. "Get off of me- get off or-" he scoffed loudly. "Or what Eden? You're going to shout for your lovely Angelo to come rescue you?" his brows raised down at her. "He's who you got the fucking money off to pay me? I'd have treated you so good but you'd rather a guy like him? I'm fucking insulted Eden. Do you know how I feel when I'm insulted? You need to make it up to me." he growled in her ear and she tried to fight him by pushing back with the wrist he had gripped be squeezed harder. "I don't need to do anything you're-" she set her frown. Angelo would be furious but she needed to get to him. Alone, like this? It scared her. "You're hurting me. Get off of me. He isn't a coward he'll make an example out of you for this." He twisted at her wrist to get her to contort to his desire, his whim. He knew he was bigger and stronger than her, but he wanted to make her feel small. "Will he? And where is he to protect you? I'd never leave you alone like that, now be a good girl, drink your drink and keep that pretty little mouth fucking shut. You always belonged to me." No, she didn't. Eden didn't even think about the drink comment, but she did think about how to get out of this situation quickly.

She took a small swig of the champagne again, her eyes studying him. "There, you can be a good girl, for me. Now.." he released some of the grip on her wrist, that was what she'd been waiting for. "How are you going to make up hurting my feelings Eden?" his smirk had grown and she faked the most coy smile ever as she took another swig, this one she didn't swallow, this one she spat into his face before throwing the glass into the hallway, hard enough that it'd shatter and of course, draw attention. Barlowe had recoiled back when she spat her drink in his face, fury burning on his features but staff had come rushing to sort the mess she'd created. He couldn't do anything in front of them, they'd talk. "You fucking bitch you're going to regret that!" he seethed, his hands flexing into fists. "Don't ever lay a hand on me again." she hissed back at him and shoulder shoved past him. Truthfully her heart was beyond racing, her hands were shaking and she was terrified he might follow her again. Where was Angelo? She had to find Angelo and.. had it always been so hot in here? She wanted to find him and say sorry, that she was sorry for acting out of turn, she wanted to feel safe beside him and.. focus Eden.

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Outside Hale had continued talking, but his topic of conversation was clearly picked. "I'm glad to hear about the business, you deserve it going well but it does not explain landing a lady like her. That's not experience, no way." he laughed, scoffed about it, swirled his martini nonchalantly. "What's the deal Angelo, is she some sort of bargain?" he quirked a brow, leaning over some of the garden railing with this gleeful look. "She owe you money or something? 'Coz that's a hell of a deal you've struck there, gold I'd say!" his smirk grew more wicked. "What does she fuck dirty? We both know good girls aren't your type-" his gaze lifted and he watched Eden walk over, well.. it wasn't exactly walk because there was a slight sway.

"Would you call me that too? Earlier you said slut, you said that and.. would you call me that?" Hale glanced back to Angelo and pulled a grimace. "I'll leave that in your experienced hands, buddy." As Hale walked away Eden turned with this.. look of confusion but something was not right with her, even the way she squinted at Hale before turning her full body back towards Angelo. There was a visible mark around her wrist, red indents on her pale, milky flesh. "I don't want to be called a slut even when this is done I don't.." her sentence dwindled off and she started to blink repeatedly, her hand coming up to her head. That fear was rising in her. One drink earlier then, that one and that wasn't.. enough for things to feel dizzy and why was her brain so scrambled? "I don't.." she repeated.

Eden started to back step, oh.. she was frightened alright. Everything suddenly felt wrong, she felt like she wasn't in her body and all she wanted was to go home. Her hand reached out for something to grab to steady herself. "I don't think I feel so good I think I- I-.." frustration swelled, no, she hadn't stuttered all night, why was it started now? "I.. I'm going to go home." she couldn't hear it, but Angelo would. The way she slurred those last two sentences terribly. Tears had welled up in her eyes because she could feel something was wrong but her body just felt, weak and out of her control, each movement tiring.

#elpida #m: angelo #re: angelo and eden #drugs tw #heh he is scary now

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venusiangguk · 4 years ago

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gold rush pt. 2 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 8.9k

>>warnings: romantic ass eating 😐, oral (m), fingering (m/f), butt stuff but it’s SEXY, explicit sex, crying, jungkook likes to be praised, soft koo, dom reader... but like soft, spitting in mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, this is so soft, that good smut, literally like 7.5k of filth

>>notes: hot girls eat ass!! oc is a hot girl!! this involves butt stuff (just mouth and fingers, no pegging 😔), so if that isn’t ur cup of tea just read pt 1 again lol, i separated it this way in case there were people who weren’t down to go down... iykyk. but with that said, i encourage u to open ur eyes and ur mind and give this a chance 🤩

>>summary: jk finally lets you eat his ass 😁👍🏻

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s day 6 of trying to get Jeongguk to let you eat his ass. It’s getting hard to function, and the sun doesn’t shine as bright as it used to. The week has been a rough one, filled with clenched butt cheeks, and fewer blow jobs than normal. You just can’t seem to stop yourself from wandering south when you’re down there, so you’ve lost the privilege. Constantly met with Jeongguk’s laughter filled eyes when he pulls you up to where you’re supposed to be, and a “You should not want to eat my ass this bad.”

He just doesn’t understand.

Currently you’re sat in the cafeteria with your friends, your eyes consistently roaming to a table across the large room. He’s laughing at something and his hands are clapping in front of him as he throws his head back. You rest your head on your arms, pouting, and you breathe a deep and miserable sigh.

“Alright y/n what the fuck?” Your friend Yuna says, flicking your cheeks.

Her speaking up causes a few of your other girlfriends at the table to direct their attention towards you. “Yeah, you’ve been like... pouty for the last few days. What’s going on?” Cho questions as well.

You debate keeping the silly internal struggle to yourself before giving in and stating plainly, “Gguk won’t let me eat his ass.” You blow absently at a piece of hair that falls into your face, eyes crossing as you look at it. Next to you, Jiwoo chokes on the zero cal drink that she’s been sipping.

Yuna stares at you blankly for a moment before recovering. “That’s... well that’s a predicament.” She hums in thought. “Does he actually not want to or is he just being shy and stubborn?”

“Second one.” You say. You’ve known your boyfriend for years and you’ve definitely learned how to tell when he’s being serious and when he’s just being stubborn. If you really thought he wasn’t about it you would have dropped it. But you know Jeongguk’s just being difficult because he thinks it’s funny to make you pine, and actually has at least some curiosity about the act. He just won’t admit it.

“Minjun was the same way,” Cho nods in solidarity. “But he likes it now.”

“How’d you get him to change his mind?” You ask perking up. A beacon of hope.

“We watched porn of it together.”

“That’s how I discovered it!” You gasp.

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend.

you:

minjun let’s cho eat his ass 🥺

You watch Jeongguk from across the room and see the moment he receives the text. He searches the lunch room before his eyes land on yours and he let’s out an incredulous harsh laugh, before shaking his head slightly to himself. You glance at your phone and see the text bubble appear in your messages.

koo 🥴:

maybe he’ll let you eat it too 🥺

You gape at your phone and look at your boyfriend only to see him talking to his friends again. He gives you a side glance and you see his smile grow bigger as he tries to ignore you.

~~~

Jeongguk’s sitting at his lunch table picking at the food in front of him listening as Jimin rambles about the not-so-great grade he got on his latest science test. “Why the fuck do I need to know that the sun will make it too hot for life to exist on earth in a couple billion years? Not only will I be dead, but that is just anxiety inducing.”

His phone that’s vibrating on the table catches his attention, a picture message from you on the home screen. He gets a little excited at the sheer potential that a picture message has and opens it eagerly. Sure the chances of getting a titty pic when it’s mid-day and you’re both in the middle of a lunch cafeteria are small... but they are never zero.

When he opens the message and sees the picture, he laughs loudly before clapping his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

He’s about to respond when Taehyung says, “Alright, you can’t keep laughing at your phone and not tell us what’s so funny.”

Jeongguk looks at the couple in front of him a trace of a smile still lingers on his lips. He shows them what you sent. “Y/n wants to eat my ass so bad.” He laughs to himself, going back to his phone.

“Are you not letting her?” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk sets his phone to the side before he gets to respond. It’s clear his friends are ready to have a conversation about it. “I don’t think so.”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other and smirk. “Why not? It feels really good.”

He looks between them silently before asking, “You’ve done it?” He receives two nods.

“This one’s a real ass-muncher.” Taehyung says jerking a thumb at his boyfriend. Jimin swats at him.

“He says like that like its a bad thing and like he doesn’t cum from just my mouth and my fingers.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk tenses and turns a little red. A little tremor of heat coursing through his body at the thought of feeling so good that he could cum without even having a hand around himself. “Just from that? No dick touching? Is that even possible?”

“Oh to be straight and oblivious to the wonders of butt stuff.” Jimin pouts at him like he feels bad for him.

Taehyung on the other hand is a bit more helpful. He pops a fry in his mouth and talks with his mouth full, “It’s possible. We have like a button in our ass that’s like... magic. You know what a prostate is right?”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Okay well let her put her fingers and tongue in your ass then, if you know so much about it. Have you eaten hers?”

“Yeah I’ve had my tongue in every crevice of that girls body.” He’s nodding and smiling like he’s proud. He glances at you, and he sees you huddled next to your friend, looking closely at something on her phone, your long hair falling like a curtain over your shoulder, some pooling on the table. You look so pretty. You feel his stare, and look at him. Your smile is soft, and your lips pucker in a little kiss. Chuu.

“Right,” Jimin says bringing Jeongguk back to the topic at hand, “Well if she let you, and you’re open to it you should let her... like it will actually feel better for you than it probably did for her.” Jeongguk looks like he’s about to defend his honor and sex skills, before Jimin cuts him off, “Not saying you didn’t do it right or whatever. It’s just that guys are like programmed to like it... like biologically or- something.”

“Or something.” Jeongguk repeats.

“Why don’t you want to in the first place? Is it because you think it’s gay?” Taehyung asks laughing, knowing that that’s not why.

Jeongguk gives him a bored deadpanned stare. “No. Maybe it’s because I shit out of my ass and don’t want her mouth near it? She’s perfect, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Jimin cackles. “Well it’s not like you just let her go for it! You have to prepare.”

Jeongguk sits and listens as his friends give him nothing less than a full comprehensive lecture on the logistics of ass eating and ass getting ate. Ass 101. He’s still unsure but hearing from guys who have actually done it and enjoyed it makes him feel a bit more open and curious. It has him pulling out his phone and tentatively typing out a text to you, finally replying to the picture you sent.

me:

i’m thinking about it

He watches you, waiting for the text to get to you. He smiles when he sees you get excited at seeing his name on your home screen, something warm blossoming in his chest. He struggles to keep his face straight when he sees your head whip up, looking at him wide-eyed like you can’t believe what he just texted you. His fingers wiggle in a small wave, and the biggest smile slowly crawls across your face. He receives one last message before lunch ends.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

say less, sir 🤤

~~~

Jeongguk lays on his back patiently, looking down at you below him while you take your time planting soft kisses all the way down his body. He was in a quite docile mood considering all the pestering you’ve put him through the past few days. And despite what you both knew you had planned for him. Something he claimed to be nervous about, but you supposed one could be nervous and excited and pliant all at once.

When you take one of his nipples into your mouth he lets out a soft “oh...” his hands flying up like he wants to wrap them in your hair, hold you there till he’s pleased, but he catches himself when his arms are halfway raised. He brings them back down by his sides, fists the sheets like he’s holding himself back, like he wants to be good for you. As you lick and suck on the paired nipple, feeling it pebble in your mouth, you watch Jeongguk’s mouth fall open silently while his eyebrows furrow and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between them. His cock is steadily going from warm and plump to hot and hard and leaking, you can feel it twitch against your lower belly.

He opens his eyes to watch you and you can see his pupils are blown and you smile up at him, a tiny bud still pulled between your teeth and Jeongguk whines. A high pitch needy, breathy noise falls from his lips before he pulls his bottom one between his teeth. His head turns to the side, baring his neck in subconscious submission, and God. He doesn’t get like this often but when he does? He is the prettiest sight.

Heat pools in your belly and your panties are already sticking to your bottom half. You hum before moving your ministrations to his torso, soft wet open mouth kisses being placed any and everywhere, prolonged ones on each of his abs. He works so hard for his body, his physique. It’s something he does for himself, but you feel lucky that you get to see him like this in all of his glory.

“Thank you.” You say as you place a kiss on the tattoo he has on his hip bone.

He hums, “For what?”

“For letting me see you like this,” You finally wrap a hand around his cock. You bite your lip when you feel it jump in your palm, “For letting me explore today. You’re so sexy, and so lovely, and so perfect. You work so hard, baby.” Kisses, so many kisses planted over his groin area, but never where he wants it most.

He huffs and you can see a flush from embarrassment darken the already present flush of arousal, due to the praise and mention of exploring. He squirms in your hold, not wanting to talk, probably wishing you would just get on with it already. Surely you can feel him throbbing in your hand, right?

Finally, you bring your lips to his frenulum and place the softest kitten lick to it and Jeongguk positively keens in your hold. You stroke his cock, squeezing on the upstroke to watch a bead of precum well at the top. It glistens, shiny and clear, at the pink head. You wrap your lips around the tip fully, lapping and swirling your tongue over it, humming at the heady, slightly bitter taste on your tongue. It’s not particularly pleasant per se but it’s sexy. The fact you get him so worked up that his cock can’t help but leak, so worked up that he can’t help the soft little whines that fall from his lips; the fact that he gets so turned on and hard and wet just from a few of your kisses and licks makes you moan with his cock in your mouth, thighs squeezing together for some type of pressure and relief.

You pop off with a harsh suck. “I can’t wait to taste you.” You groan, licking a broad stripe up his cock with the flat of your tongue.

He grumbles quietly shifting, sort of like he’s antsy and frustrated. He knows what you mean and he knows you don’t mean his cock that you just had in your mouth.

“What was that?” You ask through a smile, nipping at his hip with your teeth.

“Can you stop talking about it and just suck my dick so I can forget you’re even gonna do that?” He rolls his eyes and pouts down at you with a tiny scowl on his face.

“Oh baby,” You laugh, not patronizingly, but there is a little bit of a teasing lilt to your voice, “Are you still embarrassed?”

He doesn’t answer, just scowls harder if that was even possible.

You move away from his cock, and up his body. His eyes reflect panic and his hands finally move from the sheets to press on your shoulders, trying to keep you in place. “No, stay,” he whines.

You laugh again pushing against his hold before finally settling half on his chest. You rest a leg over his thigh, keeping your body close and pressed to his. You look into his big brown doe eyes that are slightly glassy from all the teasing. You can see some apprehension and nervousness swimming in them as you place a hand on his cheek, stroking softly. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm before his hand comes up to hold your wrist, to just touch some more. His other hand runs up and down your body that’s resting half on top of him, tickling slightly like your the one that needs attention. He kisses your hand that’s on his cheek softly before looking at you again.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You say quietly, thumb brushing over his cheek bone.

His eyes fall closed again and you can see his brow furrow once more, though this time it isn’t out of pleasure it’s because he’s thinking. Despite all the playful teasing and pestering and banter, you’ve always made sure to check that he was actually okay with you going down there. And, yeah, he was nervous but after talking about it seriously and doing some research together he always said he was fine with it. But you know things can change in the moment and you just want to double check, make sure that he still feels that way.

You hum in question gently, prompting a response.

He huffs, tightening his grip on your wrist, a nervous gesture. His eyes are still closed when he quietly says, “No I just... I- I’m not like backing out...”

“You can though.” You interrupt.

His eyes open quickly, and he shakes his head. “No, no I want to I just...” His voice starts off strong but tappers into a softer tone. “I want to I just feel a bit like... weird.”

Your brow furrows this time. “Why, baby?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t want you to.” He doesn’t meet your eyes and you can feel his cheek heat up in your palm.

Ahhhh, you think. Although you talked and teased about the topic, you realize that while Jeongguk agreed (whilst impishly feigning a faux diswant on principle) you never realized that the lighthearted “You shouldn’t want to eat my ass this bad” remarks may have stemmed from something serious, and weren’t just playful protests.

“Why do you feel that way?” You press gently.

His eyes flicker to you and then to your mouth, then back to something (nothing) off to the side. He has a small not-so-amused smile on his lips when he says, “It’s kinda taboo isn’t it?”

You can’t help but giggle at the word he used. Taboo. Out of all the things you guys have done, this is what he chooses to get shy about. Sweet boy.

“Not any more tabooo than you wanting to eat my ass, or fuck my ass.” You hum at him, stretching out the word in a teasing manner, making him look at you. You smile at him before continuing, “Or you like slapping me, or me gagging you with my panties, or-“

“Okay okay! I get it.” He laughs and places a kiss to your lips to get them to stop moving.

You beam, glad to see he’s a bit more relaxed. The boner however, is definitely gone, but that can be fixed.

“I’m not trying to convince you though.” You emphasize, “I only want to if you want to.”

He nods, softly smiling at you. “I want to.”

A salacious grin takes over your face and you sigh softly into his ear before whispering, “Perfect... I’m going to make you feel so good baby, make you feel so good with my tongue. Get you all whiny and red and sweaty. Maybe your legs will start to shake from how good it feels? Do you want that, Jeongguk?” You nip at his ear lobe as you feel a slight tremor run through his body. Your hips subtly roll against the side of his body, seeking any friction at this point. You feel him nod. “Maybe if you like my mouth enough we can use fingers when you’re ready baby.” You hear him suck in a sharp breath and slowly let it out on a shaky exhale. You grin and place a kiss to his temple before continuing. “Get them inside of you to find that spot that will really set you off. The spot that will make you cum for me. Wouldn’t that feel so good baby?”

He nods again and you can feel the hand that has been running up and down your back throughout the conversation grip at your ass roughly.

“Say it baby, I wanna hear you.”

He whines and struggles against the hand on his face that is now gripping his jaw, still putting up a little bit of a fight about wanting something he considers “taboo”. But he gives in easily enough when he realizes you won’t continue until you get more confirmation that he genuinely wants this, and is excited to have it.

“It’s gonna feel so good y/n. God, you’re gonna make me feel so good.” He’s shy when he says it, but he’s almost panting as well. At last, he’s giving in and admitting to himself that this is something that will feel good and is okay to want.

He grips your face and kisses you. It starts slow and tentative but quickly manifests into a kiss that is deep and hard, one that is full of lust and neediness. He bites at your lip needing to release some of the pent up frustration but at your whine of pain he licks over it apologetically, placing softer kisses instead for a moment before he rests his forehead against yours, both your breathing is ragged for a minute until he speaks up.

“Please y/n. I’m so hard.” He pleads in a soft whisper.

You take a second and look down between your bodies and sure enough, his cock has returned to full hardness, and your mouth waters seeing even more precum welling at the tip than before.

“I’m gonna suck it.”

“Please do.” Jeongguk laughs as you move down his body, but the laugh goes high pitched and breathy when you take him down your throat immediately.

“Fuck...” he sighs, his head falling back and eyes fluttering.

You pull off and close your eyes, relishing in the fact that you can make him feel like this. Grinning against his cock you place a kitten kiss to the shaft. “Good baby?”

He nods his head. “Yes yes, please keep going.”

You hum against the head causing Jeongguk to exhale sharply, hips twitching due to the vibrations. He’s so sensitive and you crave the reactions you pull from him. Whether they’re the soft noises and the small twitches or the loud moans and jerking muscles, they are all equally loved and desired.

Quickly you pull off and reach up placing your hand under his mouth, before he can protest at you pausing again. Maybe you’re being a little mean, but he sounds so pretty when he’s desperate and you just can’t help yourself.

“Spit.” You instruct.

You see him work his jaw, sharp edges protruding here and there while he gathers some in his mouth before spitting it into your hand. You peck a nipple on the way back down to his cock wrapping the spit filled hand around him. You see him watching you and you hold eye contact as you gather some of your own and let it drool from your mouth landing on the tip of his cock. You swear you see his eyes go impossibly darker, his jaw clenching, hands turning to fists in the sheets beneath you both.

When you stroke, mixing everything, his eyes close and he lets out a breath through his nose as he rests back and gets a little more comfortable. It’s not too messy, just the perfect amount of wetness for the glide to be slick and pleasing for him. You tighten your grip and twist under the head watching as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense, a soft grunt draws your gaze to his face.

“Yeah... like that...” he whispers. He’s just barely rocking his hips into your hands, trying to be subtle while also trying to chase the feeling.

You speed up your hand, keeping up the movements he likes while adding your tongue to flick at the underside of his head. You glance at him and find him watching you again, a fucked out look on his face, mouth slightly parted and a bead of sweat running down his temple. Slowly you sink down watching him till you can’t anymore, burying the tip of your nose in the soft patch of neatly kept hair at the base of his cock. When you feel him hit the back of your throat you contract it and shake your head from side to side and finally, finally you pull out one of his loud and unrestrained moans. It goes straight to your pussy, making it feel like it’s pulsing in your panties.

You come up for a breath before you stay down as long as you can repeating the same actions that pulled the lovely moans from his throat and you continue to hear them as you feel him start to sink his hips, almost like he’s overwhelmed and trying to pull away from how good it feels, like he can’t handle how how good it feels.

In your peripheral vision you can see his hands twitching like he’s fighting with himself before he gives in and sinks them into your hair, pulling slightly before pushing your head down and bringing his hips back up. He’s not fucking your face, but he let’s his cock sink as far back as it can and let’s you work your throat around him, lets himself get overwhelmed instead of pulling away from the feeling like he was before.

Jeongguk was a head pusher in every sense of the term. Some people hated when their partners did that, but you loved it. You loved it because Jeongguk was different from most head pushers. He had variety. Sometimes he liked pushing your head down and holding you there to choke you and watch tears form in your eyes, to watch your makeup run while you struggled to breathe. Sometimes he did it in a face-fucking way, his hips jackhammering while he moved your head up and down just the way he wanted it. This time though, he held your head down in a begging way. In a way that said “Oh god please, please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good, please stay there forever”.

Jeongguk is whimpering above you and you hum and moan loudly sending strong vibrations up your throat and down his cock and he’s thrashing, throwing his head back, grip in your hair tightening, a pleasant pain on your scalp.

“Oh my fucking god,” He groans, neck extended and his eyes squeezed shut.

His whole body is burning when you bring a hand down to massage his balls while still moving your throat against his tip and then all of a sudden he tenses and stills before he’s pulling you off, frantically chanting “Stop it, stop it.”

At lightening speed you grip the base of his cock, squeezing, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Jeongguk’s whole body jerks with his cock, but no cum leaks out, only precum and spit making a mess on his angry, swollen cock. He relaxes back for a moment, cock still jumping, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath and you do the same and after you slowly release the hold you have on his cock you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Suddenly your world is blurry and you’re quickly being pulled to his chest and smothered with his hands on your cheeks, and his lips everywhere they can reach.

“God. You’re so good, so so good y/n. So perfect, make me feel so good baby. How do you do it?” He praises you between kisses and you giggle, gently pawing at his chest to get him to stop or at least slow down.

He does and you take a second to look at him. And he’s glowing. His eyes are shining, like he was close to tears and his cheeks are flushed. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead in places while the longer pieces are fanned out on the pillow underneath him. And his smile. He’s beaming and you are so in love.

You bring a hand up and brush some sweaty strands back off his face. His eyes close and he pushes into the touch like a kitten wanting pets. He sighs contentedly.

“You’re so beautiful, Jeongguk. So pretty.” You whisper, placing a kiss to his forehead.

You bring your hand down from his hair and cradle his cheek, running your thumb over his plump, red bottom lip. You can see faint teeth marks underneath it from where he was biting it. His eyelashes flutter on his cheek as his eyes close and he sighs quietly before he nibbles on the fingertip with his front teeth and then takes the whole thing into his mouth, sucking on it. You gasp quietly, and apply light pressure pushing down on the wetness of his tongue prying his mouth open and he just lets you.

Your lips find his, and you dip your tongue into his open mouth before your hand moves to his jaw to keep it agape and you fuck your tongue into it.

“This is how my tongue is gonna fuck you...” you whisper.

He whines high and needy, and his hands move to cup your cheeks. You moan before settling over him more comfortably and pushing your soaked panties to the side before wiggling till his cock is settled between your lips.

The night was supposed to be about him, but you need something before you lose it. You move your hips in small little thrusts, the length of his cock rubbing deliciously over you clit. You both gasp into each others mouths. The hands on your ass encourage you, pressing into your cheeks and the small of your back whenever you thrust forward, and the thumbs on your hips push when you grind back.

“Holy fuck you’re so wet.” He’s says it like he’s in awe, like he can’t believe it. Like he hasn’t made you this way so many times before.

You rest your forehead on his while continuing to grind on his cock. “Love you like this...” You grip his jaw again and pry it open, even though you know he would open willingly if you just asked. You look in his eyes searching, before you feel him nod in your hold. You lean forward over his mouth and let some spit fall into it, he moans while he eagerly drinks it down.

His grip on your hips tightens and you feel his cock jerk against your clit, but he’s good. He doesn’t cum.

“I love it too... just not all the time... it’s- a lot. Overwhelming.” He whispers, and you coo.

“I know baby, you’re doing so well. Color?” You ask.

“Green.” He answers without hesitation.

You smile and kiss him. “Wanna keep going?”

He flushes when he nods his head. “Please.”

Once again you find yourself between Jeongguk’s legs. You play with his cock a little before smoothing your hands under his thighs, trying to gently push them up and back but he whines and resists.

“You have to let me see baby.” You say, a smile in your voice.

Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before slowly letting his legs fall apart.

You hum, before saying, “Hand me a pillow please.”

He’s confused but does as you ask, understanding when you tap the side of his cheek with instructions to lift his hips, pillow settling underneath his ass and lower back, propping them up a little.

You settle back down on your tummy, and open his legs again. Jeongguk says nothing but you can feel his body shaking a little with a constant tremor. He takes a deep breath settling back into the pillow he placed behind his head so he can watch what you do next.

“Ready?” You ask, hands gripping at the meaty inside parts of his thighs. You get a stiff nod, but still no noises. You pout but get started by running your tongue flat over his balls, hoping to ease him into it.

You feel his thighs tense, as you lap at the hairless balls, sucking them into your mouth every once in a while. Your eyes constantly flicker to Jeongguk’s face to make sure there’s nothing wrong, but all you see is pleasure on his face while he breathes out in soft little puffs through his nose. His eyes are hooded and his lip is drawn between his teeth.

You hold his heady gaze and you place your first little lick on his perineum. At the contact, his head falls back, mouth hanging open. You wiggle closer to place a kiss to the area, transitioning to quick little flicks of your tongue and Jeongguk moans, and you watch as he spreads a bit more, lifting his feet so his knees are pulled closer to his chest, giving you easier access. You moan at his eagerness, and have to stop for a minute, putting a hand between your legs to just press on your center for some kind of relief.

His eyes are still closed, like he doesn’t want to see you between his legs licking at his most private area, but his quiet whining and restless shifting is enough to let you know that he’s okay and enjoying it.

You bring your hands up and place one on each of his cheeks, squeezing a little, admiring the soft give of his muscles. He’s so plush. You apply pressure so his legs fall farther back and then spread him apart. You bite your lip and your mouth waters at the thought of how good your going to make him feel.

Tentatively you poke your tongue out and trace it around the little ring of muscle. He gasps and tries to clench and close his legs but you hold them in place.

“It’s okay baby.”

“‘S weird...” He mumbles.

“I know. Just try to relax for me, okay?”

You hear him take a few deep breaths before you feel his body shake with a nod. His legs fall open again and you make quick work of his hole, placing your tongue flat over it, dragging all the way up to where his balls meet his perineum.

“Ohhh,” He breathes out.

You take that as a good sign before getting a bit rougher with your actions, less of the tentative licks and more of some tight sucking and quick flicking. He’s doing so well and you can hear him moaning above you. His cock is so hard and swollen on his belly, neglected and leaking.

“Pull your legs back baby.”

He opens his eyes and they are unfocused. It takes him a second to process what you asked him to do, but once he does he moves quickly. He has a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth in parted slightly, and his tongue peaks out to wet his lips as he gets comfortable in the new position.

“Watch me?” You plead, while licking over his hole again, eyes not leaving him waiting for a response.

His eyes close for just a moment and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between his brows and his cock jumps, a little spurt of precum oozing out. He inhales and opens his eyes on the exhale, breathing out a small “Okay.”

Once you start to figure out what he likes and what makes him happy, all you hear is the steadily getting louder pleased noises falling from his lips. You point your tongue and gently push past the tight ring of muscles and Jeongguk sobs. He brings a hand to his face and rubs over it, before throwing his arm over his face, hiding because he’s so overwhelmed. To your surprise he starts to gently rock against your tongue.

“Oh my god you’re so hot Jeongguk,” You moan.

“Don’t stop,” He begs. He sounds close to tears.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

You wait until you see his hand wrap around his cock giving himself a few slow strokes, wet eyes on you, waiting for you to keep going.

As soon as your mouth meets him again, his hand he has on his cock starts moving faster, almost frantically over his length and his hips are stuttering like he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck his hand or if he wants to fuck himself back onto your tongue. You decide for him and hold his hips close to your face, sucking repeatedly on the ring of fluttering muscle.

Jeongguk gasps, “I’m close, I wanna cum y/n- Please, I-“ His head falls back and his hand doesn’t slow.

You give your hum of approval against his hole, and watch him fall apart.

His head is thrown back and he’s so sweaty from working so hard for his release. His chest rises and falls in quick staccato breaths, and his free hand goes up to a nipple, lightly rubbing his thumb over it and he keens, before he goes silent, whole body stuttering and he chokes out nothing more than a quick, quiet “Cumming” before his cock pulses and shoots out 1, 2, 3 stripes of white, the rest dribbling down his length and over his fingers. His body almost convulses from the pleasure coursing through his veins. He keeps stroking, and he lets you keep licking until he squirms, uncomfortable from the overstimulation.

You wipe your mouth and immediately make your way up to his face, straddling his hips. You don’t care about the cum, but you’re carful to avoid his sensitive cock, which is a little deflated but still laying somewhat hard on his tummy. You’re both out of breath when you slam your lips against his so it’s more gasping into each other’s mouths while your lips occasionally meet before you need a breath again. But you’re desperate to show him how good he did.

You pull back and grip his face in your hands. His hands hold your wrists, like he’s keeping them in place on his cheeks. He’s still catching his breath with his eyes closed, but you want him to see how proud you are.

“Jeongguk, look at me.”

He does and his eyes are glassy and wet and his eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears. He offers you a sheepish smile.

“You did so good baby. So fucking good. I love you.” You pepper kisses over his face.

He laughs breathlessly, “Didn’t get to your fingers...”

You laugh with him quietly. “That’s okay baby, we can do that next time. You were perfect.” You take a deep breath and collapse on top of him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, smiling while leaving small lovebites all over.

After a minute or so though, you feel him start to get restless underneath you.

“What is it baby?” You ask not really moving much.

He mumbles something into the top of your head.

“Huh?” You say sitting up to look at him.

He looks kinda petulant for someone who just came so hard it hit their neck.

He mumbles again.

“Koo. Words.”

He blushes and scowls looking away from you but the hands settled on your hips rub small circles into your hip bones, showing he’s not actually mad and most likely just being a brat.

“I want them now.” It’s quiet and pouty, but at least you understand him this time.

Your mouth opens in understanding but your eyebrows raise in surprise. You look over your shoulder and down to see his cock still laying plump and hard on his stomach in a little puddle of cum.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I know we said that was the plan but we can always do it ano-“

He grabs the back of your neck pulls you down to kiss you deep and slow, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth. When he speaks again it’s soft against your lips.

“Please y/n... it felt so good,” A tiny peck is given as your noses touch.

You exhale a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want.”

He kisses you deeply again, but positions you over his cock so he can rut up into your pussy.

“Can’t you feel how bad I want it?” He whispers against your lips. He nips at the bottom one while smiling before pulling away and settling against the pillows again, looking at you expectantly once he gets comfortable.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Big words coming from someone who claimed they didn’t even want this like an hour ago.” You smile down at him, eyes sparkling.

He snickers. He breathes a deep sigh before settling back even more. “Yeah. That was before I came so hard that I almost blacked out.” His hands are behind his head and his eyes are closed like he’s reminiscing about a distant memory, a smug smile on his lips.

“You switch from being my baby to a pain so fast.” You pout as you settle once again between Jeongguk’s legs.

He parts them with a hum. “Still your baby... just- make me feel good please, I’m like so hard- throbbing.”

You suck on your fingers a little bit to get them wet before circling one around the ring of muscles. You don’t miss the tiny gasp, or the way his legs subconsciously part even wider.

“I don’t think it’s gonna feel the best at first....” You warn, applying the slightest pressure to his hole, before going back to circling it. “Hand me the lube on the nightstand please.”

Jeongguk obliges before he says, “I know just... go slow.” He sounds just a little bit nervous.

You give a quick nod while you open up Jeongguk’s half empty bottle of lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, lathering it over them to warm it some before getting them into position.

“Do you think about me when you use this?” you ask still running your slick fingers over him.

He nods and licks his lips subconsciously. “Mhmm sometimes.”

You fake gasp and bite at his knee by your side. You’re sitting crisscross applesauce in between his legs. “Only sometimes?”

“I watch porn too,” He giggles breathlessly. “Sometimes I look for girls that look like you though, if that helps.”

“It does not.” You say indignantly, only half joking.

He brings his foot up and lightly kicks at your leg. “You watch porn too that’s literally why we are in this mess right now. We watched it together.”

You full on laugh at that. He has a point. “Okay enough, hush and relax baby.”

You weren’t sure if it was better to warn Jeongguk, or just slowly ease him into it without saying anything. If you warned him you knew he would tense up and it would just make it harder on his body, but you also didn’t want to take him by surprise either.

You must have just been circling his rim for a minute because Jeongguk huffs before asking, “Are you gonna like... put it in or...?”

You take that as a go, and peck the inside of his thigh a preemptive apology because you knew it was going to hurt a little. Jeongguk had prepped you for the times you tried anal with him and you vividly remember the sting before it became bearable. Your hands and fingers were much smaller than his, and certainly much smaller than his cock, so you are hoping the pain isn’t too horrible and ends quickly.

Oh so slowly you start to sink your middle finger inside of him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and when you flick your eyes up to look at him you can see his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t really hurt yet, it’s just uncomfortable... Keep going.”

You nod softly before you resume what you were doing, and once you get down to your last knuckle, you wiggle your finger around inside for a second like you had seen in the porn that you and him watched together, hoping to stretch him out some.

Above you Jeongguk is taking shallow breaths the sort of sound like they are getting a little higher pitched at the end, and he shifts and wiggles a bit because of the foreign feeling. You glance at his cock and see that’s its gone just a little soft.

“Touching yourself might help you relax a little bit and it might make it feel a little bit better.” You suggest lightly.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything but he does as he’s told, slowly stroking his cock back to it’s full length.

“That’s it, good boy. I can feel you’re less tense already.” You praise, and you start to move your finger in and out. It’s tight, but there’s a lot less resistance. You move them just a bit faster and focus on Jeongguk’s reactions.

His hand has started to move a bit faster over his cock, and his mouth is parted and his eyes are closed, like he’s lost in the feeling. There’s a flush on his face that has travelled all the way down his chest. Soft moans fall from his lips occasionally, although you can’t tell if that’s from you or him touching himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“It feels…” He pauses like he’s unsure. “It feels… nice. I think.”

You snort. “You think?”

He laughs a little breathless, hand still stroking over his cock. “I mean it’s weird. But it’s not unpleasant. I could probably cum if I kept touching my dick.”

“Don’t cum, I haven’t found your button yet.” Your eyebrows furrow, determination set on your face.

“I do not have a button.” He says absently.

“You do. I’m gonna do the second one kay?”

“I don’t and okay.”

You ignore him and grab the lube again, adding a bit more. Your fingers find their place and as they start to sink in, Jeongguk sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and goes rigid. You wince.

“Hurts…” He says quietly.

“I’m sorry baby.” You rub your free hand over his thigh, trying to comfort him. You give him a moment, he takes a few breaths before saying to keep going.

It takes a little bit but eventually you get both fingers in. Jeongguk isn’t feeling good yet, teeth grinding, body tense, and hands fisted in the sheets trying to ground himself, but you are determined to make it good for him. You get on your stomach and add your tongue to your fingers as you start to pull them out just to push them back in. The lube doesn’t taste very good, but the way that Jeongguk’s breath hitches when he feels your mouth on him again makes up for it.

“I- I love that.” He says, voice airy and soft as he turns his head to the side and into his shoulder like he’s trying to hide.

“Mmm, starting to feel good now baby?” You ask, flicking your tongue while your fingers start to sink in easily.

“Yeah, ‘s good…” He mumbles.

Once you’re sure that there’s no pain at all for Jeongguk, you start to crook your fingers inside of him on every thrust in trying to find that secret spot of his. Jeongguk sounds lovely while you’re searching, but the way he sounds when you finally hit it is like nothing you’ve heard from him before. It’s like he gets punched in the gut and looses his breath, a moan getting caught in his throat for a moment before he exhales a high pitched whine. You didn’t get to see it, too focused, but you know his eyes rolled back.

“There,” he breathes.

You moan as you rest your head against his thigh, focusing on your attention on your fingers and hitting that spot every time you move them inside of him. Each time you hit it sweet moans are punched out, or quiet affirmations are whispered. “Yes, please, more…”.

He has that look of pleasure on his face, the scrunched eyebrows, the parted mouth. He’s fidgety, and fussy like he just wants more but doesn’t know how to get it. He huffs, annoyed, before he starts to push back on your fingers.

“God… you’re so desperate for it,” You whisper completely captivated by how much pleasure Jeongguk looks like he’s in.

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Until you start to put a constant pressure on his prostate, rubbing.

“Oh fuck- I-“ He looks down to where your fingers are like he can’t believe the way they are making him feel before he throws his head back and let’s out a deep groan.

He lets you make him feel good, let’s the pleasure build up in his body until you start to feel him tense. His whines start to come out more frequently, almost constant moans filling the air. So noisy. His legs open more and you see how his toes curl in the sheets.

“Oh my god I think I’m gonna cum,” It’s said breathlessly, almost confused. Like he didn’t think that he would actually be able to cum just from your fingers inside of him, hands still at his sides fisted in the sheets.

“Yeah baby?” You ask, voice airy.

He nods, tongue poking out of his mouth like he’s concentrating.

Your arm hurts, but you keep thrusting and rubbing over that spot inside of him. His muscles are strained, and next to your body, you can see his legs start to tremble. His breathing is fast and short. His cock is fat and swollen laying in a puddle of precum, it looks like it hurts with how red it is. You take you other hand and start to rub on his perineum, stimulating him on the outside as well as the inside and that’s when he loses it.

He let’s out a choked cry before his body jerks up, curling in on itself. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“

You don’t let up, an awestruck smiling forming on your face as you watch Jeongguk fall apart on your fingers. He’s so tight around them, it’s like his body is begging you not to stop, keeping you in place. He feels like every hair on his body is standing on end and like his skin is overly receptive and sensitive to every little thing. Wave after wave of ecstasy is flowing over him. His whole body trembles, yet his cock doesn’t jerk like with his other orgasm. This time it just pulses flat on his stomach, cum leaking out of the tip adding to the mess that was already there. With every pulse of his cock, Jeongguk’s body curls more, back raise off the bed, abs flexed due to the strain on his core. The look on his face is one of indescribable pleasure. It’s obscene. After the final pulse of his cock, he falls back, absolutely spent.

Your fingers slowly come to a stop, and you carefully remove them from him and wipe them on the bed before you crawl over his thigh and flop down by his side. You peck his cheek, staying quiet this time, not wanting to overwhelm him. He’s still has tremors running through his body when he turns his head to look at you. His chest is heaving and his eyes are droopy, but there’s a sleepy smile on his lips. He curls onto his side so you guys are facing each other.

The silence is thick and heavy but not in a suffocating way. More so in a comforting way. The atmosphere feels like you both are wrapped in a weighted blanket, just relishing in the warm afterglow of what you did together.

You wiggle closer, hook a thigh over his hip. “How was it? Did you like it?” You don’t know why but you sound shy, kinda nervous.

He simply nods, a soft smile on his face as he brushes some hair behind your ear, hand coming to rest on your cheek for just a few seconds before it’s sliding down your arm, down your hip, playing with lacy top of your panties. He bumps noses with you, breathing in your exhales before he closes his eyes and fits his lips between yours. His hand slips into your panties.

You open easily for him, angling yourself mostly on your back so it’s easier for him to reach where you want him most. He sighs into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He dips between your lips and you gasp, hand going down to grip at his wrist willing him not to tease, to not move his hand away.

“Don’t worry, I just wanna make you feel good baby.” He coos in your ear as his middle finger starts to rub slowly over your clit.

You let out soft whimpers at the slow pace that makes the fire in your belly curl and steadily grow.

“Jeongguk, I’m already close…” You warn.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Want you to cum for me, like I came for you.” His finger speeds up some. “Fuck, you made me cum so hard y/n. Made me crazy. You always do.” He moans gently into your ear.

You nod, and your legs begin to tremble. “Don’t stop,” You beg, meaning both his fingers and his words.

“You wanna know what it felt like? You wanna know what you did to me?” He presses a touch harder, and nips are your cheek.

You nod again, subtly rocking your hips into his touch.

“You made me cum untouched y/n. Do you know how good you had to fuck me in order for that to happen? God, it was so intense, and I was just leaking so much the whole time. You did that to me baby, you made me feel that good. Fuck, I wanna make you feel that good too, please cum for me y/n. I know you’re close, I know your body just as well as you know mine.” He sounds desperate, just yearning to get you there. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking, and the way you can’t stop whining my name. Sound so pretty baby, just for me. Your hand on my wrist is gripping so hard, like you can’t take what my fingers are doing to you. But you’re gonna take it and give me what I want right? Just like I gave you what you wanted, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jeongguk I’m cumming,” You cry, his words and his fingers making you shake and finally get the release that you’ve been putting off the whole night. Your thighs close over his hand but Jeongguk doesn’t let up, not until you’re cumming for the second time in a span of minutes.

“Please- I can’t-“ You squirm, and wiggle, until his fingers slow and finally slip form your panties. You sigh in bliss, body twitching as the last bits of your climax leave your body.

You turn back to your side and snuggle all the way against Jeongguk’s body, legs intertwining. Jeongguk runs his nails over your back, making little goosebumps sprout over your body. There’s a peaceful quiet coming over you, both tired from the events of the night. Jeongguk breaks it.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a timid statement, but you can hear how much he means it.

You kiss softly over his heartbeat. “I always will.”

“Just please don’t ever ask to peg me.”

You simply hum. “Goodnight baby.”

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i hope you liked it!! i’m thinking of writing a smutty drabble of when oc and jk watch the porn together 🤨 let me know if you would want to read that or anymore of this universe! comments, notes, and feedback are YEARNED for. my ask is also open if you want to request, share thoughts, or just talk

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Hi, I hope you're feeling better! If you're still taking prompts, maybe you can do 35 (grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them) + 13 (frustrated kisses) for C. You're an amazing author and your characters are amazing.

Cora/Colton Calloway + grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them + frustrated kisses!

"C'mon babe, let me buy you a drink," the person slurs in your ear, leaning far too close to you than your comfort levels allow. You can feel their hot breath on your neck, the stench of alcohol oozing all over your face.

You wrinkle your nose and force a polite smile. "Really, I'm fine. I'm just waiting for a friend."

The person leans in even further, almost knocking their head against yours, and you swing back just in time before collision. You desperately search the bar for C, eyes scanning every single passerby. They must be here soon, right? They text 'almost there' 10 minutes ago. Where are they?

"Clearly they don't appreciate you, babe," they slur again, trying to throw their arm around you, but you expertly manoeuvre your way out of the gesture and put out a careful hand to keep some distance between the two of you. "The name's Riley. Let me take care of you."

You check your phone for the 6th time to see if C has sent a text or anything. Nothing. You look up to face your current leach with another, forced smile. "That was them sending the text, I should really--"

But you don't get a chance to leave the encounter before their hand clamps around your bicep, pulling you back towards them. "C'mon, babe," Riley coos, setting your hair standing on edge.

That's how it's going to be then? You grit your teeth, feeling the familiar tug of magic in your gut. Let's see how you like this.

A definite spark of heat erupts in your free hand, it runs like a fever in your veins, lighting up your insides with a satisfying fire. You raise your hand.

"Let them go," a voice growls, and you twist around to find C towering behind you, something... different in their expression. Something dark. Something you haven't ever seen before.

"Get lost," Riley snarls back, though under the pressure of C's glare, they relent and release their hand from your arm. You jolt back, ripping away from their presence as soon as you're able. "You clearly weren't missing them. Now they're spending the night with me."

"What about any of that exchange before told you they want to spend even a millisecond of time with you?" The smile that stretches across C's pink lips isn't friendly, and it isn't their usual crooked grin, either. No, C smiles and it's feral. A predator staring their prey right in the eye. C takes a step toward Riley, towering over the other, and Riley drops their gaze to the floor, then back to yours, before setting their sights to the bartender.

"Would you like me to point out just exactly how repulsive you are?" C grabs Riley's bicep when they try to walk away from them and yanks them back. Panicked, Riley sends a look your way, a deer caught in the headlights--or more precisely, exactly between C's unhinged jaw--before trying to desperately jerk away from C's steel grip. "Huh, so you don't like it when someone grabs you and won't let go?" C clicks their tongue, and you can see their grip tightening around Riley's arm, their fingers digging into their skin. "Funny, since you were just doing that to my friend."

"They get it, C," you mutter, eager to not let the night end with C getting arrested over a bar fight. You grab their arm to tug them away from Riley, but they remain rigid in place. Damn all that training. "Let's just go. C, let's go."

But C ignores you, leaning closer to Riley's ear. "C'mon babe," they sneer, echoing the words Riley said to you not even 5 minutes ago, "let me take care of you."

Riley's eyes are wide in their head. It seems even the alcohol in their bloodstream doesn't stop them from seeing just how much they fucked up. "I get it, I'm sorry. Look, I'm sorry." They turn to you desperately. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just--just let me go, alright?"

"C," you say, trying to pull them away from Riley again. "Let them go! They get it. Let's actually enjoy our night and leave that lowlife."

C momentarily meets your eye and sighs, nodding. The smirk drops from their lips as they shove Riley away from them, sending them reeling to the floor. "Get the fuck out of here and never come back."

Riley scurries away, promises falling out of their lips as they rush to the door of the bar, glancing back at you and C every few seconds to make sure you're not following.

You don't. Instead, C turns to the bartender and orders your drinks, knowing all your favourites off by heart. But whereas C returns to wearing their crooked grin, their posture once again relaxed, you can't help but feel... irked.

Folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow at them when they sneak a glance your way.

"What?" they ask, taking a seat at the bar. "They didn't have your favourite drink, I know. This one's just as good though."

"That is not it," you mutter back, rolling your eyes. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

C pauses, their eyebrows furrowing. "I'm confused."

"What's confusing you?" you ask, feeling the bitterness on your tongue as the words leave your lips. "You just had to stroll in here, my knight in shining armour. You loved scaring that person, loved feeling like you were there for me."

"They were a creep," C says slowly. "I don't understand your problem."

"My problem," you all but shout, "is that you think you can stroll in here after 8 years and we can pick up right where we left off. That you think it's all good between us. That you can come in and protect me like I'm yours. Well I'm not!" You take a deep breath, your heart hammering like war drums against your ribs. You stare into C's pale grey eyes, something like regret shimmering in those stormy depths. But you ignore the butterflies unfolding in your stomach, swallowing hard. "You lost that privilege a long time ago. I'm doing just fine without you. I don't need you protecting me."

There's a long pause as C stares at you and you stare at them. It feels like there's a rope, a noose, tied around both your necks, getting tighter and tighter. It feels like your lives are tied to each other's, even if neither of you want it. Like if one of you chokes, the other will too.

"Well?" you ask finally, unable to stand the silence much longer.

"Well?" they echo back, raising an eyebrow in response.

You groan, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "Well, say something!"

"What do you want me to say?" they ask, never once breaking eye contact with you. You can feel your heart in your throat, throbbing like it wants to beat out of your body.

"Something!" You exclaim back, feeling the frustration mounting again. "Anything."

"I've already explained to you why I left and why I had to cut contact," they say calmly, as if they have rehearsed this very argument in the mirror every morning. "You know everything. I've said all there is to say. This part's up to you."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging blood in your veins. You can feel electricity humming underneath your skin--the rage in your body responding to the magic like a moth to a flame. They haven't changed, not a single bit. They're still the same unbelievably frustrating, irritating, argumentative little shit they were when you were best friends in high school. Except now they don't even have the decency to get angry during your arguments.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" you say, shaking your head and releasing your arms to stab a finger into their chest.

They take a step towards you, their breathing slow and steady. This close you can smell the mint on their breath, the scent of fresh laundry of their fancy, clean clothes. You didn't even note that they put in effort for tonight, but for some reason, the idea of their freshly pressed shirt and the spritz of perfume in the air suddenly makes your mouth dry.

"Am I?" they ask, their voice surprisingly soft, as they lean in closer so you can hear them over the sound of music and chattering voices in the background. C is close enough now that you can see the specks of blue in their grey eyes, the rough edges of the scar above their top lip.

"Yes," you manage to force through your lips, though you swallow hard as you glance into their eyes again. You're angry at them, you remind yourself, folding your arms across your chest again. "You know exactly what you're doing."

C's lips twitch at the corner into the barest smirk, and they lean even closer towards you. "And what am I doing?"

You're angry, you insist, you're angry, you're angry, you're--

Staring into C's eyes again. Their lips are close enough to yours that if you just tilted your head they would touch, you would taste the mint on their breath, feel the soft press of their mouth on yours, you could tangle your fingers into their blonde curls, tug on them in a way you can't help but think they'd like.

"You're infuriating," you mutter, but there isn't any force behind the words. All you can think about is their arms wrapped around you, their hands on your skin. All you can think about is them. "And utterly unforgiveable."

C tilts their head, their lips brush against yours. "I'm sorry you feel that way," they whisper, and then their mouth is on yours, first soft, slow, but then C's tongue trails along your bottom lip, and you move your lips together. Hard, and fast. You unfold your arms and wrap them around their neck, moving your hands into their hair.

You tug a little harder than you'd like to admit, but C moans softly into your mouth, and you pull them closer. C pushes you against the bar, their hands travelling underneath your top, digging into your skin hungrily.

Because C Calloway truly is infuriating.

And they never like to lose an argument.

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the kind words!

- Tori

#unwanted advances cw #calloway #scenario #prompt #asks #anon #ALSO sorry my writing is hella rusty here i've been writing academic shit for months and i need to get back into the groove of actual #creative writing again #i hope yall enjoy tho #also this has not been proof read or edited love u all xoxo

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