#He wants to go home and hide Blue please protect him

[somegrumpynerd]

Some doodles from the freaky friday idea I had, as it turns out neither of them can do a convincing impression of the other

Also this

[ma1dita]

Hi Jo! So excited for your monster mash 🥰 Can I get one ticket for the graveyard mash starring Spencer Reid with a 🍫 and 🌭 please. Thank you!

freaks come out at night

[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.” “Please just play along.”] wc: 1.9k warnings: MDNI — afab!reader, semi-public van sex, choking with a belt, no protection p in v, totally against regulation, errrr i saw discourse that spencer doesn’t fuck but with the amount of smut on this hellsite… yeah right. anyways. that man is a freak. consent is sexy, enjoy. title from the whodini song

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“Excuse me? Mr. Officer?”

Your heels clacking against the pavement catches Reid & Morgan’s attention. It’s dark on the street you’re on, the shadows of your face illuminated by the red and blue hues of light from the squad cars that surround the house where the unsub was apprehended. They've been on this case for a week, and everyone’s ready to shake hands and go home. And so are you, it seems; your confidence always gets you into difficult situations; however, asking cops for a ride home instead of staying with the creep at the club sounds like a better idea.

“Hi sweetheart, what’s wrong? This is a crime scene,” Morgan croons smoothly, leaning against the van as he looks you up and down, “you don’t look like you belong here.” It’s condescending almost, the suave tenor of his voice making you feel like you’re being talked down on.

All you want to do is go home, charge your phone, and go to bed. Spencer is too busy fidgeting with the buttons on his dress shirt as he rolls his sleeves back down to look more professional. But it’s hard to impress a pretty girl in a sparkly dress at three in the morning, especially when you don’t even glance his way.

“Yeah, there’s been this guy following me for a few blocks now. Can I get one of you to drive me home? It’s not too far,” you say dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind picks up. You shiver slightly, hands brushing the skirt of your dress down. Someone calls their attention from near the house, closing down the investigation and Morgan nods lightly with Spencer looking into the distance behind you, trying to find the person giving you trouble.

“Who’s giving you a problem? Want me to talk to him?”

He means it so earnestly, but nothing about Spencer Reid screams intimidating. Tweed blazer, clubmaster glasses, and Converse adorning his frame—-he looks like the kids you knew got bullied in middle school. It makes you giggle, “No offense, you’re not scary, Mr. Officer. Please just play along and let me ride it out.” Morgan hides a smile behind his shoulder and claps Reid on the back as if to say, all yours, pretty boy. You’re pointing at the black van, tapping it with your hand, “This one okay?” But you’ve already opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed in, dress riding up your thighs and giving them a view of your underwear. He swallows hard, looking at his friend who will surely never let him live this down, “Wanna come? I don’t like driving.”

Morgan rolls his eyes at how dumb the smartest man he knows can be when it comes to women, “Just get in the van and take her home, Reid. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” The car keys are thrown (ie. fumbled) into Spencer’s hands as he sighs and walks around the front of the vehicle, mumbling, “Actually, I’m a doctor…”

“Your badge says you’re an agent,” you quip, watching him slide in and start the ignition. He turns the car lights on, looking your way as he pulls out onto the street, “I’m both.” 

Impressive.

Giving him the directions, you sit back and admire the profile of his face in the dark. He’s cute, you suppose—pushing his glasses up to avoid the glare of passing headlights, nose scrunched up in concentration as he tries to not let his mind wander while you tell him about your night.

“Yeah, and then after he was being nice to me, he groped me on the dancefloor. I mean, what a jerk! Can you imagine that, Doctor?”

“Spencer,” he mumbles, making you hum in acknowledgment. And no he cannot. He’s really trying not to. You’re expressive when you speak, hands flying in the air and touching everywhere from the dashboard, to his arm, and then his thigh. His hands clench around the steering wheel, wondering how you’re able to be so blunt with a complete stranger.

“You look like a Spencer.”

“Do I?”

Crossing your legs and leaning against the window to face him more, you look sinful in the passing shadows that blur behind your head. He blinks, reminding himself that he’s in control of the car, and redirects his focus on the road.

“Yeah. Too bad I’m not into nice guys,” you smirk, biting your lip, “Nice guys try to fuck me in public without even asking, apparently.” The car swerves the slightest bit, and neither of you says anything until he pulls into your apartment parking lot.

“Right here should be fine.”

He puts the car into park, lights flicking on as he unlocks the doors and the only thing you can see is his boner straining through the material of his slacks. The sheer sight of it and the hilarity of the situation make you bark out in laughter, “Really? Now? After I tell you about my shitshow of a night, you get hard after hearing that?” His cheeks redden in the dim light as he folds his hands in his lap, sputtering out a response, “I d-didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

“I’m not like him, I promise!” But you’re already getting out of the van and Spencer quickly files this into the section of his brain where he keeps suppressed memories because this is humiliating for him, actually— and then you’re opening the door to the backseat.

“Not like what, Spencer?”

His brows furrow as he watches you, frozen and calculating every possible way that tonight will go because it’s rare that Spencer Reid is surprised— “What?”

“Are you a nice guy, or are you a creep?”

And he pushes his glasses up, expression pressed into something you can’t read—maybe it’s something they’ve taught him in the FBI, you think, and he clears his throat, insisting, “I’m a nice guy. I’m one of the good guys.”

“You have terrible timing. Are you moving back here or not? I’m not fucking you in my apartment. I barely know you after all.”

So your confidence does put you into difficult situations. 

But you never thought it would get you bent over and fucked in the back seat of a cruiser with half your body sprawled over the center console. It’s a tight fit, your slick skin sliding against the leather and you don’t suppose a nice guy would do half the things Spencer is doing to you now, and his big hands are gripping the fat of your hips as he watches you bounce on his thick cock with bated breath.

The difference between him and other ‘nice guys’ you’ve encountered is that he’s verbal with his wants and makes sure that you’re enjoying yourself—and despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head and fervent moans, you’re still not sure he believes you.

“Ngh—fuck! Just like that…” you whine as he takes control, maneuvering you so that he can pull you up and down by his hold on your forearms. Spencer eagerly lifts his hips to meet yours, his length pistoning into your tight hole, the sound of skin and squelch echoing through the vehicle as he groans loudly, “This okay? Does this…feel good?”

“More! Mmm…harder, Spencer…I—”

“Not what I was asking, pretty,” he pants, thrusting into your soaked pussy with a jolt and stopping. Your cheek smacks against the gear shift and you cry, knees going weak at the sound of his voice, “I said, is this okay?”

“Yes! Stop asking!”

He slams into you again at the sound of your agreement, your belly hitting the console and squeezing around his cock as you lay there almost begging for him to do it again. But spit drips down the side of your mouth, along with the words you can’t string into a coherent sentence. The material of your dress is bunched around your torso, and his hands slither up your spine, feeling the way you breathe under his touch; you can’t see him from here but you know he’s smiling.

“I need to hear it, pretty girl,” he coos, tracing the letters of his name across your shoulder blades, and all you can do is laugh.

“Yes, your cock feels really good,” you hum, looking back at him and biting your lip, “In fact, you could go harder. You’ddo that for me, wouldn’t you, Mr. Nice Guy?”

“Doctor Reid…” 

He’s breathing heavily at your stare, noting the streaks of mascara down your cheeks and how your eyes seem to glint at him in the moonlight. So he yanks you up into the backseat with him, pressing you into the same position; ass up and face down and you shiver at the sound of his belt buckle clinking in the dark, “What are you doing?” you mumble, catchingyour breath while you can.

“M’gonna choke you if that’s okay.” 

It sounds so innocent coming out of his mouth and you’re grinning at the feeling of leather wrapping around your neck, fastened tight but not so much so that you’ll asphyxiate. You know he’ll be taking your breath away regardless, and he’s whispering into the shell of your ear, asking if you’re comfortable and pressing a soft kiss that feels incandescent against your skin.

One of Spencer’s hands spreads your cheeks open for his dick to make its way through your warm flesh, arching your back into his hold as the other hand tugs on the belt to pull you up. The choked sound that leaves your lungs is so filthy he has to try not to cum right then and there. 

“Please,” you whine, wiggling your hips as your hand slips down the glass pane, “Need you to fuck me.” Every inch that slides in has you moaning louder, and Spencer’s the one laughing now, “Should I still ask if you’re doing okay?”

“Oh…Just fuck me already Spencer!”

His jaw clenches as he starts fucking himself into your warmth, one hand on your shoulder and the other wrapped around his belt making you wheeze. Your ass shakes with the car, the force of his cock pounding into you with vigor, and Spencer moans, “F-fuck! You’re shaking…” His balls clap against the plump of your body as your throat feels the pressure of his efforts, and big hands pull you into a seated position so he can get a better look at your face. It’s puffed up with the lack of air and your pupils are unfocused, fucked stupid, and happy at the feeling of his rigid cock against the soft of your walls, mumbling incoherently as your eyes connect.

“Yes, yes, yes…So fucking deep…”

Spencer slides his hand around your torso, putting his fingers beneath sweaty fabric so he can touch your skin, thumb rubbing against your belly button and tongue licking up the side of your collarbone, still rocking into you as he loses it, finally letting go of the belt. You fall over with a shaking gasp and hear him groan, hot spurts of cum painting your motionless back. Noticing the car windows are foggy, you smile to yourself. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? Reaching down to grab your underwear, you stop when you feel Spencer delicately wiping his cum off you with a handkerchief.

“Mmm. You really are a nice guy.”

He helps you readjust your clothes first before his, “I told you that.” It’s quiet in the car again, and you’re not sure what to say, but there’s no point in being shy now.

“You wanna see my apartment?” you muse, smiling sweetly at him, and he quirks his brow, “I thought you didn’t let strangers into your apartment.”

“I think we’re past that, don’t you?”

Spencer doesn't make it back to the hotel until right before check out the next morning.

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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!

[elixirfromthestars]

Lines Crossed

Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)

Summary: You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning(s): 18+ mdni / drinking / jealousy / forced proximity / smut / female reader / drunk jerk (stranger) / tension / will they won't they oh they will 🫣❤️‍🔥 / sex w/protection / pet names / sprinkles of possessive + protective Bucky so be prepared / there's a build-up so enjoy ❣️

Prompt: oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

a/n: Please be kind this is my first time writing something like this. 🥺🩶 I decided to challenge myself and join @mercurial-chuckles‘ smutty September fest. A tad late on the deadline because Hurricane Helene decided to take the power out. 😭 This is a standalone fic, but you can most definitely read it (and is intended to be) as a continuation of the events of A Night of Frights & Delights. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ❤️❤️

part one backstory // divider // ambiance 🤍

You step into the foyer of the Stark Manor, a grand staircase greets you, its golden railing glowing underneath an ornate chandelier. Various guests mingle around the manor, the buzz of conversation accompanying the music that pulses throughout. Everything about the sight in front of you screams old wealth and elegance. 

Your eyes scan the luxurious home with an expression of awe. Despite being invited before, you had never come to one of Tony’s parties. Choosing the comfort of your bed and your favorite show instead. However, this time knowing a certain captain of the baseball team would be here—and your history with him—well you just had to come. 

As you take it all in, your gaze locks on a pair of beautiful blues. The very same ones you were thinking of all day. And by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was awaiting your arrival just as much as you had been waiting to see him. 

There was no denying he most certainly had been. 

Bucky had arrived about half an hour earlier with some of his teammates. His impatience grew by the second at your absence. He was dying to see what you wore for the party. You denied him any sneak peeks, which only fueled his excitement. He tried distracting himself by greeting anyone he could and making conversation, but he continuously gravitated to the foyer, waiting for the moment you stepped in through those doors. 

When you finally did, Bucky knew with the utmost certainty that the wait was worth it. When his eyes met yours you knocked the air straight out of his lungs with the black dress you were wearing. The satin dawning your body accentuated your silhouette perfectly—and the high slit at your right leg showed off the right amount of skin. The way you did your hair and your makeup complimented you perfectly, and Bucky was losing his goddamn mind because of it.  

Sincerely, he was close to whisking you away and keeping you all to himself. 

You looked nothing short of beyond stunning. Bucky had been holding back for months, staying within the lines you drew that night in the tent, and honestly, he deserved a medal for that. It’s the hardest thing he's ever done. What he felt for you couldn’t measure up to anything else in his life. Never had he felt so over the moon in his feelings for anyone. Yet, you brought on those sentiments by just being you. He was sure if he wasn’t in love with you yet, he was damn near close to it. 

And right now, seeing you in that dress, his mind is going to places it shouldn’t. Places that only belonged to him and his bed on those nights you left him wanting more. Thoughts and scenarios where the night ends with him tearing that dress right off you and showing you just how serious he is about wanting you. 

He’s not so sure he can be on his best behavior tonight. 

Bucky discards the drink he had been holding and saunters over to you. Your heart races in your chest when you see the way his blues darken when he rakes his eyes over your form—shamelessly drinking you up. You take in his figure as well, the all-black suit giving him an aura of class and sophistication that was stirring something dangerous within you. 

Bucky cleaned up good, real good.

He stops a mere foot away from you, his eyes twinkling with intentions both of you long for. You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until his voice broke you out of your trance. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you leave my side tonight, not in that dress,” Bucky’s voice is deeper than usual, contrasting the charming grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully, “I don’t need a babysitter, Bucky,” you reply amused at the thought. Having Bucky by your side all night would definitely lead to you two enjoying each other’s company in other ways. 

Not that you would object if it did. 

Bucky’s hand reaches out to touch you, your heart skipping a beat as he adjusts the strap of your dress on your shoulder. His touch lingers for a second more as a light chuckle escapes him. “Maybe not you sweetheart, but I might. Someone’s going to have to keep me in check tonight. I already have a hard enough time keeping my hands off of you and now you walk in looking like a masterpiece and I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He bites his bottom lip for a moment, almost as if to stop himself from saying too much. 

“Something tells me you’re going to lay it on thick tonight, aren't you?” You tease him, all the while your body thrums with the way he compliments you. Bucky always knows exactly what to say to make you feel like the only girl in the room. An effortless gift he had only when it came to you.

“Can you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it's like no one else exists,” his tone is softer, yet serious when he says this. Your heart skipped a beat when he called you baby. The weight of his attention felt in every fiber of your being. Bucky only ever called you baby when he wanted to really affect you. Reminding you of the pull he had over you.  

The spell you two were under was suddenly broken by Darcy, who rushed over to where you were standing and linked your arm with hers. “Sorry! I’m going to steal her away for a bit there Bucky!” She says unapologetically as she tears you away from the man who looks like he could have devoured you if your friend hadn't interrupted. Your protests fall on deaf ears so you're left waving a small—but not definite—farewell to Bucky. 

It seemed Bucky’s friends had been waiting for the right moment to steal him away too. As soon as you were in another room Sam and Steve went up to Bucky and dragged him to whatever antics the baseball team was up to. His disappointment matches yours, but if there was one thing he had proven all these months was that he had a lot of patience. He knew you two would end up crossing each other’s paths more than once tonight. It was only a matter of time. 

“You forgot you promised to stick by my side tonight. My ex is here, I need the support,” Darcy reminds you with a slight pout. She looks like a ball of fire with the way she pulls you through the crowd in her crimson dress. Her eyes dart to every guest looking to avoid her ex at all costs.

“I didn’t forget. I was just saying hi to a friend,” you explain emitting a snort from Darcy, “A friend? If he’s just a friend than I’m the Queen of England.” You roll your eyes, a small huff of a laugh leaving your lips. Darcy wasn’t wrong. You and Bucky weren’t just friends, but you also weren’t anything more—and that was by your account. 

You and Bucky have fallen into a grey area of what you are to each other. At first, after the camping trip, you tried avoiding him. Not because what happened upset you—but because you couldn’t trust yourself around him after that. Making out with him in that tent made you realize that what you thought had been an annoyance towards Bucky was actually the beginning of a deep-rooted crush. One that bubbled to the surface after that night. 

Avoiding him altogether was an impossible task when he lived in the other apartment in the duplex you rented. Especially after he insisted on giving you rides back and forth from campus with the excuse that now that you two were friends it's only natural for him to be more friendly. By his definition, it also included things like buying you food on days he knows you’ve been too busy to get something for yourself, walking you to your classes whenever he has the chance, and going with you to art exhibitions to dabble in your passion with you. 

Oh, and it also included kissing you mercilessly during tutoring sessions. 

Around the time that fall semester began, Bucky asked you if you could tutor him on a few subjects. He hadn’t done the greatest academically last semester and he wanted to keep his grades up before baseball season started. You were hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in when you realized how sincere he was about needing the help. 

Tutoring Bucky meant spending lots of time with him after classes. The sessions were innocent at first, but after the first time kissing on your bed, Bucky made it a tradition to have his lips on yours, and his hands wandering your body at every session. He even stopped hosting parties at his place, preferring being in your room and getting drunk on the taste of you. 

Bucky was too infatuated by you to ever want to do anything else. Studying was an afterthought whenever you were around, and yet he was doing better than he ever had before in all his classes. Being someone you could be proud of was honestly the best motivation he could ask for. 

Deep down you knew you were falling for him. There was a bit of apprehension on your part as you hadn’t known Bucky to ever have a girlfriend. From what you can remember, ever since you’ve known him, he was the kind of guy who preferred flirting and casual encounters. And there was no guarantee you would be the one to break that. So to keep yourself safe you drew those lines—built those walls up high to guard your heart. Bucky respected those lines and never crossed them. No matter how badly he wanted to. 

Some days, like today, made you want to say screw the lines and just give in to what you desired most. However, when that desire included lowering those walls you put in place, you weren’t brave enough to risk it—so you didn’t. Instead, you and Bucky danced around those lines until it drove you both mad. 

Your thoughts follow you for the next hour as you stay by Darcy’s side. Bucky has this natural way of consuming your mind lately—and your sketchbook. You wish you had it with you right now because when your feelings decide to overflow you channel that intensity onto the paper. For months, every page had been filled with graphite drawings of Bucky. His smile, his eyes, his determined expression when studying, his confident stance during baseball games, and everything else that sparked the creative fire in you. You found a lot of solace in drawing him. 

Bucky was undoubtedly your favorite muse. 

You're so lost in your thoughts you don’t register you’re in the kitchen of the manor until the guests around you cheer. It seems Darcy and Thor have fallen into a friendly competition of sorts to see who could down more shots than the other in one minute. A group of spectators and friends have gathered in the kitchen to watch the showdown go down. Your eyes dart to Jane who only gives you a half-amused, half-exasperated look. She is not looking forward to having to drive those two home later.

Contrary to your friends, you weren’t drinking much tonight. Bucky’s lingering presence at the party was all your senses needed to feel like you were in a daze. For appearances, however, you decide to grab one of the red solo cups to blend in with the rest of those around you. 

“Hey, Y/n! Enjoying the party?” A male’s voice comes from your right and when you turn to see who it is a friendly smile appears on your face. It was Ian Boothby, a fellow art major at your university. You’ve had him in enough of your classes to consider him a friend. 

“Hey, Ian. Yeah, I’m having a good time. Are you?” Your question is a catalyst for a much longer chat with Ian. The two of you fall into light conversation about the semester, art, and other relevant topics. It's a nice breath of fresh air compared to the thoughts that had been consuming you tonight. Especially when he tells you the story of one of his painting mishaps causing you to laugh along with him.

Soon after, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and when you smell that familiar woody muskiness you know exactly who it is. 

“Having fun without me, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks, his lips forming a smirk. You face him and the look in his eyes stills you. 

Bucky does not look pleased. 

“Bucky, hey man. How’s baseball prep?” Ian beats you to it by addressing Bucky first. Bucky's eyes flick between you and Ian before he presses you into his side by the hold on your waist. This does not go unnoticed by Ian.

“Boothby, it's going good. How’s the cross-country season treating you?” Bucky asks, his tone giving away how uninterested he is in continuing this conversation. If Ian picks up on the animosity he doesn’t show it as he goes on and on about the sport. Bucky’s impatience grows the more he speaks and his hold on you gets a little more firm. When Bucky’s expression finally gives way to how he genuinely feels Ian finds a way to excuse himself and exit the conversation.

A beat passes before you finally speak, “Ian’s my friend. You didn’t have to scare him off like that,” you say with slight annoyance. Bucky clicks his tongue as he eyes you closely, “I didn’t, but I felt like it,” he shrugs cooly. “Didn't like the way he was looking at you.” He adds, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.

“Oh? And how was he looking at me?” 

“Like in the way only I should be.” 

The possessiveness in his voice catches you off guard. The air electrifying around you both at his words. You weren’t going to drink, but you suddenly felt the need to. You take a sip of the substance in your cup, the bitter liquid doing little to ground you. Bucky can tell how he’s affecting you and joins you with his drink. His eyes never leave yours as he gulps some of it down. 

You have to stop yourself from inhaling the entire thing in one go. 

“Ian’s harmless. He’s just comfortable with me because he’s an art major too. I’ve had a lot of classes with him,” you do your best to continue the conversation and ignore the way your body heats up when Bucky gives your hip a possessive squeeze. Massaging the area afterward in gentle strokes.

“You do a lot of bonding over paint?” Bucky’s response is slightly mocking, licking his lips to catch a drop of alcohol that wanted to escape. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he relishes the way you're looking at him now. Your gaze trained on his lips. When you realize he’s noticed, the heat from your body goes straight to your face.

You wouldn’t let him have the upper hand though. Never. 

“Well, when you have to sketch someone’s naked body you obviously become friendly,” your reply causes Bucky to choke on his drink, the hand at your hip falling as he uses it to grab a few napkins from the granite counter behind him to wipe at the mess he made. You hide a wicked grin behind the rim of your cup. 

He narrows his eyes at you, “Excuse me? What does that mean?” He knows what you mean, but he’s giving you a chance to tell him you're joking. He’s not hiding the jealousy that crawls up his spine at your revelation. 

“It means Ian’s a nude model for some of my classes. He may not look like it but underneath those layers, he’s got the most gorgeous—” Bucky cuts you off with a fierce kiss, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him. There’s been plenty of times you’ve shut him up with your mouth and it was his turn to return the favor. Because hearing you talk about the naked body of another man gets under his skin in ways he wasn’t used to.  He wasn’t going to just stand there and hear another word of it. 

The kiss catches you by surprise, but soon your drink is discarded in favor of pulling him closer by his blazer. Not caring who sees or what anyone thinks, since it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed in front of others. Your craving for him was far too loud to ignore anymore. Your lips stay locked until your lungs burn begging for air.

Bucky pulls away with a smug smile, his voice an octave lower as he moves to whisper in your ear, “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I know you love getting a rise out of me, but just so we’re clear—next time you want to mess with me like that—I’ll make sure you can’t even stand after I’m through with you,” his declaration causes a shiver to make its way up your spine. 

You swallow hard, your mouth opening to say something, but no sound comes out. Bucky lets out a rough chuckle, ghosting his lips against your cheek before pulling away to stare at how speechless he’s left you. He’s blatantly savoring every second of it. 

You want to say something—anything. Something witty or playful, but the thought of him making good on his promise—the image it conjures in your mind—keeps you silent.

“Buck! You’re needed at beer pong! Tony’s team is winning and the bet is up to five hundred,” Steve rushes into the kitchen, breaking through the bubble you two were in. His eyes dart between you and Bucky with a knowing look. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you two. 

You start to register there’s still an extravagant party happening around you.  

Bucky sighs with slight irritation as he once again gets his moment with you interrupted. He reluctantly tears his attention away from you to call back to Steve, “I’ll be right there!” Steve nods in approval before going back the way he came. 

Now’s your chance to say something, but Bucky pulls away from your body before you can. A coldness replacing where his touch used to be. “Hold that thought, baby. Looks like my team needs their star player,” he winks at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, “you keep thinking about what I said while I’m gone,” he says in a gruff whisper, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip in a barely there touch. 

He knows he needs to leave before he takes this somewhere you can’t go back from. 

Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to say anything as he makes a smooth exit. Heading out of the kitchen in the direction of the beer pong game. Your body prickling with an ever growing sexual frustration. You were embarrassingly close to snatching Bucky away and giving in to all your desires in one of the many rooms of the manor. 

“You two need to get a room,” Jane seems to read your mind as she teases you. Appearing from behind you once Bucky was no longer in sight. You can’t deny her words, letting out a small huff, “I don’t know what good that would do. I’ve been clear about not wanting to take things further.” You explain to her, not sure if you could go back on your words for the sake of giving in to what you want now. Jane has had this conversation with you a few times before, and it appears she's hit her limit today. 

 “That man is absolutely head over heels for you. How can you not see that?” Jane shakes her head at you, wondering how she can make you realize what you already know yet deny. There's a vulnerability that overcomes you when you reply, “It’s not that I don’t see it. I just—I’ve never seen him be serious about anyone. The only thing he’s ever serious about is baseball.” Jane looks like she’s about to do something drastic at your denial. 

“Y/n, Bucky is serious about you. He’s literally all about you—he’s chosen you over baseball many times. I’m not around him like you are and even I can see it clear as day. Do you know Thor and like half of the baseball team thinks you two are secretly dating? Stop denying what you know deep down is true and just give in—be happy,” Jane tells it like it is, her tone leaving no room for argument or denial. 

For so long Bucky has shown you another side of him—one not many get to see. He’s given you priority and importance when he didn’t have to. Care and consideration when you needed it most. A shoulder to lean on and a steady support to rely on. Time and time again Bucky has demonstrated how much you mean to him.

Perhaps, you both have been something more to each other for a long time and Bucky’s kept his wishes at bay to make sure things developed at your pace. 

When it finally hits you, you almost feel exposed by how skillfully Jane can read you. At how easily she can see the situation for what it is and not for what your worries twisted it to be. If Bucky had made it clear to you how he felt, what was stopping you from taking things further than they had been before?

At this point, nothing, nothing was stopping you but yourself.

This realization follows you to the dance floor. A very drunk Darcy had pulled you to it along with Jane, babbling tipsily after losing the drinking competition to Thor. You had never seen a living room with such high ceilings before or enough room to host a makeshift dance floor and a DJ booth. The living space had been stripped of its furniture and supplied with top-notch equipment to make it resemble the inside of a club. 

At least in the near darkness, it resembled one.

You’re in a huddle of your closest friends, all of them letting the music guide their movements to their heart’s content. You sway absentmindedly, so you're not merely standing there awkwardly. The kaleidoscope of party lights strobe and kiss your skin with an array of colors as the music thumps around your body. 

A loud cheer catches your attention, the source of the sound coming from a table on the far left end of the room. Tony and his friends were boisterous as they made a shot against their opponent's team in beer pong—Bucky’s team. You had a clear view of it all from where you stood. 

Bucky’s team seems to be taking turns on who drinks every time Tony’s team makes a shot. They look amongst themselves until Bucky steps up and chugs the liquid in the red solo cup. It's like he can feel the shift in the air because as soon as the cup is away from his lips his eyes scan the space and find you, and suddenly it's like you two are the only two people in the room. 

You want him—all of him. You enjoy the teases, the banter, the back and forth, but you know you’d enjoy calling him yours more. 

The music picks up in tempo as your boldness grows. Keeping your eyes trained on him, your hips begin to sway provocatively, tempting him to say screw the game and make his way towards you instead. Bucky’s not even paying attention to the game anymore his eyes soaking up your every move as it fans the flames of desire between you. The atmosphere around you buzzes as the ground shakes due to the sea of dancing bodies, and yet nothing thrums within you more than your need for Bucky. 

The little show you’re putting on for him continues as you roll and wave your body in ways that seduce him. Ghosting your hand along the curves and dips of your figure showing him exactly where you’d like his hands to be. Bucky’s mind is reeling with everything he wants to do to you and none of it involves the dance floor and all of it involves you and him in some private corner of the manor where he can show you exactly what his hands are capable of. 

You are making it impossibly hard for him to concentrate on anything else. 

Slowly and with shady intentions a group of drunk guys circle the huddle of you and your friends like vultures. Finding their way to snake themselves into any corner or crevice they can fit into. Their bodies bumping and grazing against yours. There’s one guy in particular that has his sights set on you. Getting closer to you on the dancefloor and creeping his hands along your waist. You swat his hands away, but he doesn’t disperse immediately. The alcohol on his breath fanning your face causing you to gag. The more you dismiss him the more adamant he was about keeping you close to him. 

Almost instantly, a protective grip pulls you away from the drunk guy. A familiar warmth encases you as Bucky pulls you into his chest, your back to him. Your hands find their way to hold his arms to ease the displeasure the drunk had caused.

Bucky glares at the drunk guy, his gaze cold and unapologetic, “Alright, that's enough.” The drunk guy sneers, his words slurred, “What the—what’s your problem bro? We’re just—” Bucky doesn’t let him finish, “Shut up. You’re not doing anything. You’ve got two seconds to back off or we’re going to have a problem,” Bucky’s reply is sharp and menacing. He directs it to all the men that had swarmed you and your friends. 

Shifting you so you stand at his side, Bucky steps forward to let the guys know he’s not messing around. Your hold goes to his right arm where you’re watching the exchange unfold anxiously. You hope things don’t escalate, not wanting Bucky to get into a scuffle. You know he can handle himself, but the idea of him getting hurt in any way caused your heart to ache. 

The guys size Bucky up and it seems some of them think they can take him on. Until the strobing lights illuminate Bucky’s darkened gaze enough that in their drunk haze, they finally recognize him as captain of the baseball team. That means that fighting Bucky meant taking on the entirety of the team. And with the way Sam and Steve were looking over to see if they needed to step in, and Thor was already storming over—they knew they didn’t stand a chance.

It was comical the way the drunk men scramble to get away as fast as they could. Muttering incoherences and apologies under their breath. They don’t get far as Tony’s hired security for the night promptly kicks them out. 

Thor comes up to check on everyone, giving special attention to Jane who keeps assuring him she’s fine. You turn to Bucky, who’s already inspecting you to make sure you are alright, “Bucky I—” You almost tell him not to worry, that you had things under control, but in reality, you’re glad Bucky stepped in. 

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, Bucky’s tense demeanor softens at your words. He moves to get a better hold on you, his grip at your waist protective teetering on possessive. 

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I got you—always,” Bucky’s genuine response makes your heart flutter and your pulse quicken. Your senses are awakened by his proximity, completely enamored with the way he looks at you. 

“Plus, if I’m going to fall for the most beautiful girl in the world, I have to know how to fight right?” Bucky says this like it's the most obvious thing, smirking at the way you don’t hide the smitten grin he elicits from you. There’s a sparkle in your eyes as you stare at him, Bucky’s heart racing at the sight of it.

 “You and your compliments,” you give a breathless laugh, letting your guard down for once and going with the flow. Bucky can sense it. Sense the way there’s a shift between you, the blossoming of something bigger being accepted and not pushed away by you anymore.

“Only for my girl,” he says this like a promise. His right-hand goes up to gently brush against your cheek. You lean into the touch, that same hand cupping your cheek in response. Bucky has never felt more elated knowing that maybe finally you two can go to places he’s only dreamed of. 

“Yours?” You question him playfully, which causes him to chuckle, the sound a low rumble, “You and I both know you are, sweetheart. I told you I had all the time in the world to make you fall for me—and I meant it,” he smiles, an intense fire in his eyes that only accumulates when you respond, “You don’t have to wait any longer, Bucky.”

He wastes no second to connect your lips, kissing you with a loving purpose. His lips have a slightly bitter taste to them from the beer that still lingered there. And yet, the bitterness disappears when one kiss turns into two and then three. His arms encircling you to pull you into his chest, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck.

Bucky pulls away to ghost his lips against your jaw until his lips brush against your ear, “Those little moves you were doing for me earlier, do them again,” his husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as he tugs you in to dance with him. Your bodies mold to one another, hips swaying in rhythm with the vigorous music. The beat allows you to gyrate and grind in ways that drive him to the edge of his control. 

His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close, fingers splayed out as if making a silent claim. You can feel the way his gaze burns into you, the air getting hotter making it harder to breathe. Your hands trail up and down his arms as need be. The rest of the party fades away leaving you two alone in this space of this charged energy. Every lingering touch and longing glance is layered with unspoken urges that would soon intensify to the brink of madness. 

“You have no idea what you do to me do you?” 

“I do. I’m not immune to what’s going on between us, Bucky.”

Your body, your voice, the way you plead with your eyes for him to take this further—it causes a stirring within his pants—the fabric getting tighter the longer the dance goes on. He needs to get you away, to get you alone. Bucky needs to satiate this hunger for you that threatens to consume him or he is going to end up doing something Rated R on this dance floor. 

The throbbing between your legs agrees. 

An idea pops into Bucky’s mind when he glances at his group of friends. He increases the volume of his voice so you can hear him over the music, “The baseball team was going to host a game of hide and seek. Should we play?” Playful mischief glimmers in his eyes as he asks you. 

“Hide and seek? Seriously?” You raise a brow, wondering how that was going to work in a mansion full of a million rooms.

“Yeah, come on. It'll be fun,” Bucky draws you away from the dance floor and over to where his friends are mingling and taking a few shots. Steve sees Bucky approach and they have a quick whispered exchange. Your eyes dart between them, curious as to what they're discussing.

“Seems like we’re getting a head start,” he comments to you as he leads you away from the main party and down a few intricate hallways. His hold on your hand is firm, yet careful—almost as if he’s afraid you’ll get lost in one of the many corners of the manor. The thrum of the music fades the further you slip away from the party. Your pulse spikes, both from the adrenaline of the game and the heat that still simmers between you.

Bucky has been to Tony’s parties plenty of times before, so he knows the layout of the manor pretty well. The clicking of your heels along the marble floors echoes at the pace of the beating of his heart. He tries to focus on the expensive artwork that lines the halls instead of the way your hand perfectly fits in his. The artwork is what’s guiding his path through the manor and you are the best distraction he could ask for. 

“Where are we going?” Your voice echoes down the endless hallway. 

“Somewhere no one will find us,” he winks at you, your heart skipping a beat at his words, his pace steady and purposeful as he turns one more corner and slips you two inside a room. You're encased in darkness, blindly feeling for a light switch until Bucky uses the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the space. You faintly make out your surroundings. You seem to be in one of the many guest rooms of the manor. The attention to detail in the room was no short of the attention paid to the rest of the place.

You knew Tony’s family had money, but seeing how they splurged for a mere guest room, meant his family was beyond loaded. 

Bucky whispered something to you, but you didn’t catch it as he took you by the hand and ushered you into the room’s closet, clicking it shut behind him. He reaches up to turn on the small lightbulb to cascade the enclosed space in a soft glow, turning off the flashlight on his phone and putting it in his pants pocket. The tension is now thicker and more palpable in the small space, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.

If you had a dollar for every time you and Bucky ended up in a tight space together, you would have exactly two dollars. While maybe strange, it somehow seemed fitting for you two. 

Bucky steps closer to you, your bodies inches apart, the dim light doing nothing to dull the intensity in his eyes, “Now that I’ve got you here—I think I did a good job with the hiding spot, don't you?” His heated whisper brings your breath to a hitch. 

You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, “I don’t know…We had a whole mansion to hide in, and you chose a closet?” You can’t help but tease him, trying to lighten the unbearable tension. 

“Would you rather go hide in the library? The wine cellar? The arcade?” His voice is dripping with mirth taking another step closer to you. He knows what you're doing, but he’s not going to let the tension die down—not this time.  

“The arcade sounds fun,” you quip, leaning back against the wall. 

“Hm, maybe, but I prefer the closet. It’s a lot more private and it has its…advantages,” he reaches out to pull your hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss across your knuckles. You go to use that hand to lightly push at his chest, but he catches it in time and intertwines your fingers instead. Your heart is racing a mile a minute. 

“Maybe the closet isn’t so bad, but these heels…Worst decision I made tonight,” you shift slightly, not meaning to change the subject, but your heels are torturing you. In the quiet of the closet the pain begins to creep up on you, begging to be acknowledged. After hours of walking on them, dancing, and standing overall—your feet were killing you. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to stand upright while hiding. 

“Are they hurting you?” 

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Lets get them off then,” Bucky slides his hand underneath your right thigh, eyes locked on yours, as he hikes it up against the outside of his leg. Your hips brush up against his front, your breath catching at the intimacy of the moment. He watches your every reaction as he slides his hand down the underside of your leg until he reaches the strap of your heel. He’s able to undo it effortlessly, relieving you of the discomfort, his fingers grazing your ankle as he slides your right heel off. His every touch leaves heat in its wake. 

“Bucky you really don't have to—” he cuts you off with a soft smile and half-lidded eyes, switching his hold from your right leg to your left one, “I want to, sweetheart. Just let me help, ” he removes the other heel with the same tantalizing tenderness he used for the first one. Putting them to the side where they won’t get in the way.

The relief you feel is immediate.

“Better?” 

“Much.” 

“Good.” 

A moment passes before he speaks, his voice quiet with an underlying devotion, “You don’t get the hold you have on me, do you?’’ His right hand dances along the outside of your thigh while his left plays with the strap of your dress, twirling it between his fingers. The hand at your thigh traces patterns onto it. Trailing intricate swirls across the flesh, along your hips, ascending to your waist, and all the way up to the space between your breasts. The touch lingers there when you let out a soft sigh. 

You honestly forget how to breathe. 

“Say the word and I’m all yours, Y/n,” his voice is rough as his lips ghost against yours—seductively grazing against them. Going so far as licking his lips with an invigorating grin to really drive you crazy.

Bucky is waiting for you to make the deciding move. When you realize this, you throw all caution to the wind, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. You waste no time in granting him access to deepen it. Bucky follows your lead ardently. His hands snake down your body to cup your ass and pull you impossibly close to him. 

Your hands get lost in his hair, a groan rumbling through him at the way you tug at it. You two aren’t sweetly kissing, you're devouring each other. Yearning for the other all night leaves no more room for taking things slow or holding back. You’re both now giving in to what you want most—each other. 

The heat between you intensifies until it crescendos to a boiling point. The aching between your legs imploring you to do something about it. You reach down to tug at the waistband of his pants, causing Bucky to let out a husky laugh. 

“If you want something use your words, sweetheart,” he mutters against your lips, you suppress a groan, “You know what I want. I don't have to say it,” you retort impatiently. Bucky shakes his head, smiling despite himself, “I want to hear you say it,” he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. The hands on your ass give it a light squeeze emitting a small gasp from you. You can feel the shit-eating grin on your neck. 

“Bucky….I…” your words are cut off by a soft moan when Bucky’s left hand sneaks its way through the slit of your dress until he reaches the inside of your thighs. He massages the flesh there, his thumb brushing against the hem of your panties. 

Your arousal pools impossibly more, and the lustful haze only increases at the way you feel his hardened cock straining against his pants—right against your hip. 

“Mm? What was that, baby? Couldn’t hear you over those pretty noises you're making,” his every word drips with cockiness. 

“You're insufferable.”

“That’s my girl.” 

Bucky kisses your neck with more fervor. Sucking and nipping at the skin hard enough to leave marks. Your thighs involuntarily close together at the way he calls you his girl. He eases them back apart with his deliberate touches. Kneading the soft flesh in his hands as his breathing goes ragged along your neck, tickling your skin. He was on the brink of losing what little control he had left. 

You suck in a sharp breath, losing what little semblance of control you had left the higher his touch gets. He only goes so far, barely brushing across your clothed cunt to give you a taste of what he can do if you just let him hear it. You were desperate for more and he knew it. 

 “Fuck me, Bucky,” you manage to whimper out, hooking your fingers into his empty belt loops and yanking him towards you. Bucky lets out a low growl at the brief friction, his eyes darkening to an almost unrecognizable color. For a moment, his brain short circuits at your words, processing that you really said that to him accompanied by that alluring sound. He’s heard those sinful noises from you before, but never like this. Never with the assurance of more. 

“Say it again.”

“Bucky, please just fuck me already.”

You don’t have to tell him another time. Bucky crashes his mouth onto yours with a new intensity, mumbling lustful promises into your mouth. How he wants you, how badly he aches to make you feel good, how he yearns for his pretty girl to lose herself with him, and so many more things that make you dizzy. 

He moves to bunch up your dress, hiking it up your legs until it's bundled at your waist. His breathing strains at the sight—your black lacy panties luring him in—his muscles tensing at the growing need to be inside you. His left arm reaches down to hook his forearm under your knee and bring it up to his hip. You wrap that leg around him, steadying yourself on your other foot as you grind against each other. You can feel the way his cock aches to be freed and it causes you to arch deeper into him. Your moans mingle into one, the slight relief overwhelming you. 

Bucky takes his free hand and splays it at the small of your back, offering strong support as your bodies continue to grind against one another. A chorus of moans and yearnful whines erupt from you both. All of the pining and hunger for one another amalgamates into one as you continue to rub against each other. You swallow each other’s sounds, tongues tangling carnally as neither of you leaves any room for air.

“Do you have—?”

“Back pocket. Wallet.”

Your lips barely disconnect at the brief exchange. You reach behind him, patting down his backside until you feel the outline of his wallet in his pocket. You take hold of it and bring it forward. Meanwhile, Bucky decides to leave wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. You can barely contain yourself and your soft moans as you pull out the condom. The wallet almost slips from your grasp as the attention to your breasts causes you to tremble. 

You hold it tighter intending to put it back in his pocket when something catches your eye. In the clear slot where his identification should be is a polaroid picture from the weekend camping trip. You’re in that picture sitting next to Bucky on a couple of logs surrounded by your friends and peers. There’s a bright smile on Bucky’s face, his arm around your shoulder as you make bunny ears behind his head.

You love this picture. You have a copy of it taped to your bedroom mirror back home.

At your stillness, Bucky looks up to see what’s going on. When he notices you staring at the picture, he smiles fondly. " It's the only picture I had of us,” he utters softly, causing a warmth to spread throughout you. You gaze at him in tender awe, marveling at the fact that Bucky is real.

Why had you ever doubted he was anything but yours? 

You kiss him this time with all the unspoken feelings you’ve bubbled up and kept inside. The wallet falls from your hands, but it's no matter as Bucky kicks it to the side with his foot, and shudders at the way your lips claim his. This goes beyond lust. Your heart beats with reason, and that reason is the man in front of you. 

“Bucky, I want this. I want you. All of you,” you whisper passionately, your hands lowering to help him unbutton and unzip his pants, the foil neatly tucked between your fingers. A guttural moan leaves him when you push the layers of fabric down and free his cock, pumping it a few times to get a feel of it. His head falls to your shoulder, sighing softly in a near whine as you tear the foil open and roll the protection down his length. It twitches in your hands, his hips bucking at the contact. 

His arms are preoccupied with keeping you close and steady, so you gently guide him to your center. Moving your panties to the side as he tantalizingly slides along your folds before he slowly enters you. Your mouth goes agape at the sensation while Bucky has to do everything to make sure he doesn’t cum right then and there.

This was so much better than what he had imagined in his dreams. 

It's been too long since you’ve done this and the burn at the stretch causes you to cry out quietly. Bucky peppers your face with sweet kisses and whispers of devotion. Trying to do his best to comfort you as he lets you adjust inch by inch. The hand at the small of your back rubs circles into it with his thumb, your own hands shooting up to grip his biceps for support. 

“I’m not gonna last if you tighten up like that sweetheart,” he hisses a groan at how tightly your walls envelop him. You’re really making it hard for him to not come undone in a short amount of time. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, just relax for me.”

His gentle words are accompanied by thrusts that are slow with a deliberate purpose. He’s careful with his pace as he wants this to go at whatever speed you need. It takes a bit, but his soft kisses and comforting touches coax the burn away until you're left with the ardent ache of needing more. 

“Faster, Bucky,” you plead breathily. He rests his forehead against yours.“Can you handle it, baby?” His question is full of loving concern, prioritizing your pleasure over everything.

“I can…fuck…please,” you assure him, your leg pulling him in tighter causing him to bottom out. Bucky curses and moans all in one. At your assurance, he picks up the pace of his hips, rocking them against you with a fiery velocity. The lewd sounds bouncing off the walls of the closet in waves. 

He gives it to you exactly how you asked him to. That man would do anything for you—just say the word and its done. 

Bucky is on cloud nine at the way you take him. The way your bodies mold and arch into one another’s like you can’t get enough. As if all you ever needed to consume to live was each other. When he goes to kiss you, you can barely kiss back as you’re too lost in the way he slams into you.

“Fuck, baby, if only you could see yourself. You’re so fucking gorgeous making those pretty expressions for me,” Bucky grunts out, drinking up the sight of your face. A string of mewls leaves your lips at the keen attention he keeps on you. Everything about you right now is a work of art in his eyes he wants framed and kept at his bedside. A constant reminder he’s the one who gets to make you look and feel so damn good.  

“Don’t stop, please don't stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to, sweetheart.” 

Your words egg him on to go harder, causing your back to press tightly against the wall. Hiking your leg just a tad bit higher to thrust into you at another angle. This was the best decision he ever made as he hits the perfect spot within you. One that leaves you clinging onto him desperately as your walls tighten on the brink of release. 

It takes a few more fierce drives into you until your orgasm hits you and you're cumming with a feverish intensity. Moaning Bucky’s name in a euphoric mantra that’s music to his ears. It's what brings him over the edge and he stills at the force of his orgasm, his head collapsing into the dip of your neck as he releases into the condom. 

“My girl. My sweet girl. You feel so good, baby,” Bucky softly whispers against your neck. Planting small kisses as both of you come down from your highs. Your arms wrap behind his neck to embrace him and keep him close to you. Bucky continues to mutter sweet praises along your skin, as your hands thread through his hair tenderly. Both of you steadying your breaths as you come back down to Earth. 

If it weren't for Bucky holding your right leg up, it would've fallen from its position at his hip long ago. You’re even more grateful for it now as your body felt completely boneless. And when he pulls out, its the grip he has on your body that keeps your knees from buckling.

Bucky lifts his head so his gaze locks on yours. His blues are swimming with a vehemence that steals your breath and causes your pulse to race.  

“Y/n, I…I wanted to give you some time. Time to figure things out—to figure out what you wanted. I tried pretending I was okay with pieces of you, but I’m not. I want all of you. I want to be yours,” Bucky confesses with sincerity. You reach out to interlock your hands with his, a floodgate of emotions engulfing you. 

“Bucky—” you start, but he’s not hearing it, afraid you’ll want to go back to a place that would devastate him. “Wait, just hear me out. Everything I ever did was to get you to notice me. From the moment we met there was just something about you that kept pulling me in. And I knew—I just knew I had to get to know you. And then one thing led to another and I fell for you—hard. Now I can’t imagine my life without you. There's only you. It’s always been you. Give me a chance, let me prove it to you every day, that I’m yours. That I have been for a long time,” Bucky’s tone borders on pleading, you give his hands a light squeeze to ease the worry in his features. 

“Bucky you have nothing to prove—”

“Y/n—” 

This time you stop him by clamping a hand over his mouth. 

“Bucky, you have nothing to prove because I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just fought it for so long out of fear that maybe you weren’t serious about me. But I can see now I was wrong. I’ve been yours for a long time too, Bucky. I just pretended I wasn’t—and I’m done fighting it. I’m done being in denial. I want to have something serious with you. I’m ready for it,” your heartfelt confession immediately melts away the tension in Bucky’s shoulders. 

You wanting this as much as he did made him feel like he was on top of the world.

He mumbles something into your hand, the biggest grin on the other side of it. You laugh adoringly at the sight as you remove your hand to replace it with your mouth instead. Both of you sink into the kiss as a deeper devotion is exchanged. 

“Whoever is seeking is horrible at it,” you remove yourself with a light giggle, taking a jab at whoever the seeker of the hide-and-seek game is. A game that was long forgotten by Bucky until you mentioned it. 

Bucky smiles sheepishly, “About that…there's not actually a hide-and-seek game. And if there is they don't know we’re playing,” he confesses with a twinkle in his eyes. You shake your head at him, laughing in disbelief, “Bucky, then what were you and Steve whispering about?” Your curiosity is met with a boyish grin from Bucky, “I was just letting him know not to come looking for me. I wanted to get some alone time with you,” his hands find your hips again to give them a gentle squeeze.

Bucky is far from done with you yet. 

You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his revelation. Of course, he’d come up with a way to get you all to himself. Can you blame him? 

After a few more stolen kisses and lingering touches, you both start to compose yourselves. Adjusting your outfits and collecting your items from the ground. Thankfully, the guest room has its own bathroom where the two of you can clean up much better than in the small closet. Tousled hair, smeared makeup, and sweaty skin required a deeper attentiveness.

You both take your time in freshening up. The bathroom lighting does wonders to reveal every piece of evidence of your sexual encounter. You can now clearly see all the red marks that would eventually turn into hickeys that scattered your neck and chest. Bucky beams pleased at the markings he’s left as you scold him for making them so prominent. 

Bucky doesn’t give a damn. He’d gladly make more in an instant. 

By the end, all that's left is to get your heels on, which Bucky insists on helping you with. He offered to carry you for the rest of the party or even giving you his shoes, but you declined both options. You paid good money for these heels so whether you liked it or not, you were forcing yourself to wear them. 

Bucky helps you up onto the expansive marble counter. Lowering down onto his knees in front of you to slide your heels back onto your feet. Nimble fingers work the straps into place, making sure they're not too tight at the ankles. When he looks up at you, a devilish grin appears on his face. That spark of desire is back in your eyes when you see how good he looks knelt between your legs. Your mind was reeling with ideas as the heat once again pranced across your skin. Bucky’s gaze bore into yours, almost as if he could read your mind. He can’t help but get turned on again. 

You were in the same boat. 

“You know, I have a big stats test on Monday. I could use an emergency tutoring session right about now,” his tone is laced with suggestion as his fingers trace along your ankle. You hum, “Hm? Do you? I think I could accommodate that.” Your reply gives Bucky the go to start kissing up your legs until he reaches your knees. He never breaks eye contact as he places a tender kiss on each one before standing up and giving that same attention to your mouth.

“Perfect. Let’s get out of here, sweetheart,” Bucky mutters against your lips, the kiss a promise of the fun awaiting you for the rest of the night. Now that the lines were blurred beyond recognition, into something deeper, something real, you were both completely all in. 

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There all along - Choi Su-Bong/thanos x reader part 1/?

Summary: Losing someone who meant alot to you was hard, having to live with it for three years you finally went back to the games to try and get revenge, but a new guard refuses to leave you alone, resulting in you being sent home for the first time in game history.

Warnings: death, you purposely getting people killed, heavy heavy drug use

During the games it was safe to say that you and Thanos got very very close, much to Nam-gyu's disliking. Thanos liked you though, you stubborn, rude, and rough, but whenever you grabbed his hand shaking like a leaf scared, you were so gentle, like you didn't even know how to hurt somebody if you tried. He got the sudden urge to protect you the moment you held onto his jacket for the first time in red light greenlight, it wasn't like you meant to, you went to hide behind him and before you knew it your hands were clenching his jacket.

You didn't mind it though, Thanos was an asshole, but he was always protective over you, only ever spitting off embarrassing raps that he'd come up with on the spot about your looks. As you walked back in from mingle you held onto Su-bong's arm, he just held your hand that held onto him walking towards their little area they claimed, cheering and chanting something about one more game. As Thanos sat down he pulled you down with him, helping you down a step lower to sit in between his legs, using his thighs and hips as a back rest "So, We got one more game, then we're gonna go right?" Nam-Gyu asked, shooting you a harsh glare "I dunno Nam-su, I think we could do two more?" You snapped in a smartass tone purposely getting his name wrong as you looked at your boyfriend smiling "We can play as many as you like, as long as you like, baby" He smirked holding your chin in between his fingers, you melted in his touch, his blue eyes staring into yours like he could see every thought in your brain "It's Nam-gyu, bitch" he snapped, you just rolled your eyes, grunting as Thanos suddenly raised his arms in the air "Stop it!, don't call her that, y/n leave him alone" He stated, shooting you a stern look.

Whenever they all left for the bathroom you laid down, thinking nothing of it, until the piggy bank lowered and started to fill, the loud speaker listing off players that were eliminated. What the fuck happened in there? You started to think before your heart dropped "Player 230 eliminated" Echoed in your brain as the doors opened and everybody started to walk in, your eyes immediately fell on Nam-gyu holding Thanos's pill necklace in his hands that were covered in blood. You jumped up rushing down, Nam-gyu immediately taking notice to the fiery glare in your eyes "What did you do!?" You screamed, swinging your fist, it connecting right where his jaw curved, sending him to the ground "T-The X's just started attacking us!" He shouted being looking up pointing at the guy who Thanos first got into a fight with whenever you first arrived "H-he's the one who did it!" He shouted, not wanting to die at the hands of a grieving psycho, you stood up, freezing as a guard shoved a gun into your back, stopping you from attacking the player "We ask that you all compose yourselves, as the voting process will start tomorrow first thing, please use this time to think over your futures" The guard shouted, you just kept your glare set on player 333, you were going to for sure kill him the first chance you got. As soon as the gaurd left you, you leaned down snatching your boyfriend's necklace from his stupid friend making your way back to the bunks, crawling into his bunk laying down.

Thanos woke up with a gasp, feeling at his throat and jaw, wincing as he felt stitching thread sitting inside of his skin holding it closed "Player 230, you have been eliminated, but we are offering you a chance to still earn money, if you are willing to accept we shall allow you to become part of our staff of guards for the games, if you choose to decline, we will eliminate you from the games" The guard spoke.

Whenever you walked into the address Thanos had left you with, you were greeted by a fluffy dog, a note sitting on the counter of the kitchen

'Su-bong! Congrats on the game show! So glad you're back home, we took care of your baby for you!'

Su-bong, it was a pretty name, you weren't sure why he chose Thanos instead of that, you explored the house further, getting a new sense of who your boyfriend was beyond the games. You would continue on for three years, growing close with Thanos's previous friends and neighbor, as you were lying on the couch one night, you heard soft scratching at your door, slowly walking over and opening it, you spotted a small black and pink envelope, you felt like it was a dream, or like it was some sick joke, as you opened the card you saw the familiar shapes and numbers. You felt sick, but deep down, you had a drive, a drive to revenge Thanos in the only way you knew how to. Hearing the phone trill and the deep voice ask for your name and date of birth, repeating the information back you looked at your baby "Don't worry, your daddy would want me to do this"

Oh were you so wrong, as soon as Su-bong got information back that y/n l/n was becoming a player again, he was fuming, why the hell would you come back? What was your reasoning? God he wanted to kill you for being so stupid.

Waking up in the large room again was startling, you didn't even go to a pick up spot, you literally just fell asleep at home, now you were back? Slowly walking to the center of the room with everybody, you took notice to the different things they had added and taken away, and how quickly they rushed you to the first game. Walking into redlight greenlight you held the cross necklace tightly in your hand, yelping whenever a guard yanked you back behind one of the large green doors that were propped open "What are you doing back, y- Player 243" The guard said, and for a minute, you could swear you knew his voice, but you quickly shook it off. "Just like everybody else, trying to win money" You snapped shoving past the circle guard, not being able to shake him whispering 'still just as rough' like he knew you. After being through the games once before it made the game relatively easy, but slightly boring aswell. You opened the cross locket, new fresh pills sitting neatly inside, you never said you were clean, you had picked up the habit about three days after getting home, emptying out the remainder of his stash within a week. As you set the pill on your tongue locking the necklace back you waited for it to kick in, not ignoring the guard slowly making his way to the other end of the field.

The pill hit you faster than expected, leaving you a smiling mess skipping around the field as people panicked, having the same realization you did the first time you ever played, but you didn't care though, you jumped and skipped towards the end, purposely bumping into people as you went by causing their eliminations. As you leaped across the safety point you cheered, flipping the doll off before a hand grabbed you dragging you off through a doorway hidden within the wallpaper. You looked around, this area was different than the rest, dark blue and purple walls with no doors, just stairs "Are you high right now?" The guard asked, the way his hands grabbed you relaxed you rather than scared you, you couldn't place why though, you tried to break free of his grasp, but he just tightened his hold "l-let go y-you're hurting me" You whispered trying to break free, the walls opened up as the players funneled in to go back to the room, an older man coming over "Excuse me, but I believe she asked you to let her go" He demanded, the guard dropped his hold, you immediately clung to the man holding onto his jacket tightly as you both walked back to the room. You spent dinner time getting to know player 213, who ended up being a younger guy who was fucked over in the same way your late boyfriend was.

When lights out came, you tried to make your way back, but three guards stopped you, rising their guns and escorting you out, your hands shook violently, this was new, maybe they were onto you? You were stopped in a large room, a giant screen showing the field for redlight greenlight "Player 243, you're causing quite the distraction for one of my guards" A man in a black mask and long coat said approaching you "I-I don't even know any guards! He is causing a distraction for me!" You argued, trying to hide your body shaking to the point it could be mistaken as a seizure, you weren't sure if you were going to die or not, you had a puppy had home to care for, you couldn't die. "So we're willing to offer you a deal. go home. Don't come back, and don't try to either" He said, you tilted your head "How does that benefit me in any way?" You asked, attitude lacing your tone with a hint of annoyance "Just take the deal, y/n, it's safer" You heard someone speak from a few feet behind you "Oh my god...you!? What is your fucking deal with me!? Who are you!?" You asked looking at the stupid O mask "You look so stupid just standing there!" You shouted starting to grow angry "Go ahead number 30" You heard the other masked guy say, and you watched as the guard pulled his mask off, the black underhood covering everything that a few strands of hair and bright blue eyes, and for a moment you had to remind yourself, Su-bong was dead.

Watching him pull off the underhood your breath got stuck in your throat, his overgrown purple hair was laying in every different direction, being slightly shorter than him allowed you to see the scar underneath his jaw. "S-Su-b-" You started but he shot you a harsh glare, you felt your hands start to shake, your mind starting to spiral, god damn did you need a high right now, and a damn good one at that. "30" He replied harshly, this was a different Su-bong than you knew, you barely recognized this version. "I thought you died" You whispered, feeling yourself lose your voice "I'll explain later, just take the deal, leave. go. don't come back" He said harshly, taking long strides to stand in front of you staring you down "O-Ok, If you want me to go" You whispered, looking back towards the man in the black mask who just nodded. Su-bong put his mask back on as he walked you out towards a dock inside of a cave somewhere within the building you had played the games in. You stayed silent, occasionally looking at him, studying his face, almost four years of not seeing him, of thinking he had died, and yet he was here. As he walked ahead slightly to scan his mask you took the opportunity to pop another pill into your mouth, ingesting it quickly right as his head turned around to stare at you, somehow even without being able to see his face you could feel his glare on you.

You stepped on the boat watching as Su-bong stood back as another person held a cloth to your face, you didn't fight it off, his words repeating in your head 'Ill explain later' Was he coming back? Waking back up in your actual bed was relieving, but you had a need deepness in your chest, Thanos was still out there..and he left you. You laid in bed for what felt like months, trying desperately to find a way back to the island to find Su-bong while being high out of your mind, until one night. It was maybe three or four am, you were wide awake, music blaring in your headphones while looking at the paperwork you had out in front of you, a rolled joint in one hand, a pill in the other. Popping the pill in your mouth you groaned, none of these papers made sense at all, and you could've sworn you heard the lock to the door try to click three different times in the last minute, thats whenever you did hear it click, you quickly walked over holding the door shut, not wanting whoever was trying to break in, in. "So help me.." You heard a frustrated and exhausted voice mutter before you were knocked off of your feet.

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part two comin soon, like always lmk what you think lovelies <3

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Love Blues (Part 3) by Uzumaki Rebellion

Pairings: Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Annie Moore (Sinners)

Warning(s): Mentions of Hoodoo, Explicit Sexual Content, Romance, Violence, Angst, Smoke's POV, Pre-Sinners movie.

Series Summary: Smoke Moore has returned from WWI with his twin brother Stack and meets Annie for the first time. Smitten immediately by the young Creole beauty, Smoke longs to make Annie his own. But he has to get past his brother and another rival suitor first.

Word Count: 10.4K

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"I love you baby so please don't you

Leave me here all alone

I can't stand it baby when you

Leave me here all alone

So wherever you decide to go baby

Just don't stay gone too long"

Keb Mo – "Love Blues"

Smoke drove his father's car with Stack on the passenger side.

They traveled through the cluster of shacks that made up a close-knit community near a river tributary run-off not too far from their mother's home that everyone called Gator Walk because of the occasional sightings of alligators. The fearsome beasts often climbed out of the water to sunbathe on the banks before crawling back to their liquid sanctuary, floating downriver toward the swamplands to lay their clutch of eggs in nests of sticks and mud. Stack wanted to pass by Annie's home to catch her leaving if he could…and to see who with.

Her residence was a modest dwelling that rested on short wood stilts to help protect it from sudden river floods that could spill over into the shacks during the rainy season. Surrounded by tall, sweet-scented lilac bushes, the home appeared empty of occupants.

"Slow down, Smoke," Stack said, lowering his black fedora to hide his face.

"If she sees me driving, she's gonna know it's you right next to me," Smoke said.

"Shut up! Pull over there where she caint see the car…between those trees over there."

Smoke drove where he asked, and they watched for signs of Annie.

"Maybe you should go knock on the door," Smoke said.

"Nah, her daddy might be home. He real strict with her. Shotgun strict. I tried sneaking by her bedroom window one time—"

"When was this?"

"Last Sunday. There's an old tree stump by her room and you can step up on it to tap the shutters. Ain't no glass on it. I thought I could sneak in without the neighbors seeing me while her parents were at Sunday evening prayer service with Uncle Jed."

"What happened?"

"Her parents didn't go to service and her daddy caught me talking to her. I told him I was walking through and seen her looking at the lilac bushes and wanted to know if I could take a few flowers home to my momma. He told me to keep steppin'. But man…the way she smiled when her daddy chased me off. I only got to speak to her for a few minutes. She told me how I could chew on lilac leaves to treat a sore mouth, and all I could do was stare at her mouth while she talked to me. Her lips look so soft. I caint figure her out. She likes me…I know she does. I mean really likes me…but she won't let me get to that next step."

"Maybe she's figured out that you only want her for one thing."

"That's not true. Okay…in the beginning it was…but now…"

"Now?" Smoke asked.

Stack sighed and took off his hat.

"She makes me think about things. Asks me so many damn questions about myself that I never thought about before. She talks to me like the fellas do…like a regular friend."

"Maybe that's all she wants."

"She stares at me sometimes like she wants me. When I try to get close to her…going in for the kiss, cuz you know I knock 'em out with a good kiss…she always pulls back. Ain't no woman ever turned down a kiss from Big Stack. I kinda like it though. It builds up anticipation and shit. I just wanna get her alone and on her back… hear her talk all that Creole to me while I'm stroking my way to glory. Shit gets my dick hard."

"Alright…you ain't gotta share all that."

"It's true! I caught her walking home once from our place and she's telling me about something momma showed her and she stopped talking English, like she's too excited to get the words out and forgot we ain't in New Orleans. I'm listening to her and lookin' at them big ol' hams she got for titties. That girl got me all twisted. My pecker started swelling up and I had to leave her before she caught me pokin' outta my pants. She real different, Smoke."

Stack glanced over at the shack again.

A restless unease settled in Smoke's chest. He toiled with telling his brother the truth of his own attraction to Annie.

"Don't get your hopes up tonight or get mad if she avoids you. We don't need to hear y'all fussing and messing up the mood," Smoke said.

"I ain't talkin' to her. I made up my mind that she gotta come to me first if this thing between us is going to happen."

"What if it don't happen?"

"Oh, it will. Once she gets a gander at me with other women. She'll get jealous. Miss Annie Belizaire will come jiggling over to me, speaking all that sweet Creole in my ear, and I will sweep her off her feet. Watch and see."

Stack stuck his hat back on his head.

"Let's go," Stack said. "Ain't nobody here."

Smoke shifted gears and drove out of Gator Walk, headed for the jump up. A soft breeze bathed their faces in the late summer air. Fall would come soon. He thought of projects that needed to be done around his mother's property and calculated a budget for him and Stack to live on that would carry them over into the New Year and beyond.

Arriving at the secluded location, Stack leaned over the door of the automobile, catcalling the young women that strolled toward the old abandoned barn where Cornbread's party awaited them. Six horse-drawn wagons rolled in, one at a time, filled with young people. A couple of field trucks loaded with more revelers arrived, and the rest traveled on foot. The sun slanted to their left, keeping the temperature bearable. The excitement of being around a host of other young adults crackled the atmosphere with a vibrant energy. Smoke couldn't wait to submerge his entire self in good country fun. It would be the twins' first post-war party with their own people.

Cornbread's elder uncle Lodie and his older brother Matthew took on the important task as barbecue pit masters for the event. They lorded over two ground pits covered with tarps and held down with large stones where two huge roasted pigs had slow-cooked for hours overnight. The men pushed away the big rocks and yanked back the tarps. Heavy white smoke drifted across the main set-up area in front of the barn where a giant fire pit waited, piled with chopped wood for the bonfire later in the evening. Smoke sniffed the heavenly scent of smoked pork and almost salivated thinking of eating it with red sauce and white bread.

"Slow down, Smoke. Let's give these pretty women a ride so they can rest them nice thick legs," Stack cajoled, waving for the two women, Geeshie and Mayola, to come over to him.

Smoke slowed down their all black Model T, and Stack hopped out, opening the side door for the women to climb in. Geeshie grinned and Smoke couldn't help but glance at her slinky orange dress and enticing wide hips. Mayola carried a svelte frame and her Marcel waves framed her oval face like a movie star.

"That's it ladies, make yourselves comfortable as we escort you to this here jump up," Stack purred.

The new gold on his teeth gave him a trickster's persona, and Smoke slid his tongue over the bit of gold on his own teeth worn on the opposite side. Both men had to take care of decayed teeth worn down from lack of dentists willing to repair colored teeth in Clarksdale. Thankfully, the army paid for their dental work. Taiwo had been so shocked to see their two mouths full of gold like their daddy.

He parked in back of the barn to hide the car from prying eyes and helped Mayola out while Stack helped Geeshie out on his side. His brother left his jacket on top of Smoke's in the back of the car. He tugged on his suspenders and swiped his hand down his clean shirt. Stack advised they dress casual and comfortable. If any fights broke out from drinking, their good clothes wouldn't get ruined with bloody cuts or tears.

Smoke expected at least one or two people to test him and Stack. Their unsavory reputation preceded them and since they'd been gone for three years, other young men might think they were the top dogs of Clarksdale. Wouldn't hurt to set some men straight if they started puffing out chests. Smoke carried a gun on his ankle in case he needed to add an exclamation point for any man brave enough to step to them.

He could already feel the ripple of nervousness among a few of the young people who didn't know them personally. They gave head nods and a few handshakes. Cornbread rushed over, thankfully pulling him away from Mayola.

They joined a slew of young men and women dressed to party gathered inside the barn where an old cutting table held Coca Cola bottles and root beer, along with Wonder Bread, warm hushpuppies, and fried okra in big pans. Stacks of tin plates waited to be used right next to a spread of forks. Everyone buzzed with anticipation as a group of musicians warmed up their instruments near stacks of old hay being used as seats. Two fiddlers, a guitar player, and a man wearing a metal washboard holding two spoons riled folks up with the first song.

A slick buddy named Ghost Eye Terry pounded his hands on a crate to create a drum beat. As kids, Terry tried Smoke one time too many, and he busted the man's eye with a fist when he stole Stack's penny candy on a fishing trip, injuring the retina. It never healed properly and eventually clouded over, thus the nickname Ghost Eye followed Terry through life.

Once the harmonica player started wailing away with a yearning sound, no one wasted time dancing.

Mayola resumed her grip on his arm and tried to walk through the rest of the barn with him, pretending he brought her there as his date. He scanned the growing group for signs of Annie. So did Stack. His brother's lips poked out with disappointment.

She wasn't there.

A few men started carrying haystacks out toward the circular firepit prepping seats, and Smoke's stomach grumbled. Cornbread laughed.

"We'll be eating in five minutes, promise," Cornbread said.

Smoke nodded.

Lodie, Matthew, and Cornbread soon loaded up the wrapped pigs onto two nearby carts. They cut away the chicken wire and then the protective burlap bags that kept the moisture in. Several people came out to watch as the succulent meat fell off the bone.

Cornbread rubbed his hands together.

"Yeah, they seasoned up real good. Uncle Lodie stuffed them with carrots, onions, and oranges…look how tender it is…ooh wee, we gettin' some good eatin' tonight," Cornbread enthused.

The birthday host headed to the barn with Smoke close on his heels.

"Grab you some plates, everybody! Time to eat while it's hot!"

"Get you a plate first," Smoke said.

"I surely will," Cornbread said.

Cornbread lifted a plate and added some bread and hushpuppies to it.

"Somebody help me grab the pots of sauce," Cornbread said.

Smoke lifted an iron pot, and another young man grabbed the other. Both had spoons in them to ladle out the tomato-based condiment. Once Cornbread piled up his plate, a line formed, following him out to the pit masters where they loaded up on pulled pork slathered in barbecue sauce.

Smoke strolled back to the barn to get a plate and noticed Bo rolling in on a small horse cart chauffeuring Grace, Annie, and two other young Black women he didn't know. Bo guided the horse to the spot others left their animals and wagons. Smoke trotted over to greet them.

"Bo," Smoke said.

His eyes stayed on Annie. Bo jumped down and assisted Grace out first. Smoke helped the two other women out, and then Annie last. Clasping her warm hand caused his heart to thump faster. She held it tight and let go quickly out of modesty.

"Hi," she said.

She recognized him from his brother easily by the way his lips never curved upward animatedly, the way Stack's did. He glanced over her short-sleeved, pale yellow summer dress with a collar and pearl buttons that fastened up the front.

Her luminous dark skin smelled like she slathered it with calendula-scented oils that wafted off of her hair, too. She decorated the twists in her tresses with yellow sewing thread all the way down the back of her neck, adding a cluster of baby's breath flowers at the ends. She looked regal, especially with the touch of ruby lipstick she must have borrowed from one of the other women. He knew her parents forbid make-up for their daughter. Church people thought red lips were a sign of the Jezebel spirit.

Bo slapped him on the shoulder.

"We made it in time for barbecue hot off the pit," Bo said.

"Yep," Smoke said.

Bo glanced at Annie, then Smoke. He cleared his throat to get Smoke's attention.

"How's it going, Grace?" Smoke asked.

"Good. Where's your other half?" Grace said, looking over his shoulder for signs of Stack.

"Around here somewhere, probably in line for the food," Smoke said.

Annie lowered her eyes at the mention of Stack.

"We should get in line before Cornbread goes for seconds," Bo joked.

Annie brought forward the two other young women with them.

"This is Donetha and Caldonia. Ladies, this is Smoke Moore," Annie said.

Caldonia took a step back and Donetha gasped out loud.

"Smoke, as in the Smokestack twins?" Donetha said.

"They don't bite," Annie said, winking at Smoke.

"Go on and get your food," Smoke said, stepping aside.

Bo and Grace strolled over to the barn, and Smoke stayed near Annie as she walked with the other two women.

"Donetha, stop acting so scared," Annie hissed.

"I'm sorry, but I heard nothing but bad things about you and your brother," Donetha said.

Caldonia smacked her friend's shoulder.

"Ow!" Donetha said.

"Don't be rude in front of the man's face. What if he shoots us?" Caldonia said.

"I won't shoot you ladies, not unless you do something that deserves it," Smoke teased.

His deadpan expression encouraged the women to shuffle ahead to get away from him.

Annie gently pinched his shoulder.

"Why would you say that to them? Now they won't come ten feet near you."

Her grin lightened the scolding she gave him.

"Annie?"

Smoke turned to see who called her.

Beau Willie.

He walked up to them from the barn. Smoke didn't notice him earlier when he first arrived.

"I didn't know you were coming. I would've asked your father if I could pick you up. Me and Buster went around gathering a few folks here in my father's wagon," Beau Willie said.

He completely ignored Smoke.

"I rode over with Bo Chow and three of my girlfriends. My parents don't know I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way," she said.

"Understood. Can I get you something to drink? They have Coca Cola and root beer," Beau Willie said.

Smoke grew agitated. Annie sensed it.

"Maybe later, Beau Willie. You know Smoke Moore?" she said, bringing Smoke into the conversation.

"I know him. You ain't been back long, Smoke. How's it feel to be in Clarksdale again?"

"No different from when I left."

"Come get in line for a plate, Annie," Beau Willie said, gripping her elbow to guide her away from Smoke.

"We'll speak again real soon, Annie. I think you and I have an appointment to kick up our feet later," Smoke drawled out.

Annie grinned, and Beau Willie's jawline clenched. He whisked her away and Smoke didn't feel the need to one-up Beau Willie in that moment. Annie knew he was coming for her.

Stack appeared, carrying a plate of food already. He looked at Beau Willie escorting Annie to the end of the table line.

"Hmmph. She thinks Beau Willie is supposed to aggravate me? That boring ass goodie-two-shoes?" Stack said.

Smoke glared at Beau Willie. He was a little too comfortable with Annie. Touching her arm. Brushing lint off her shoulder. Cockblocking. They must've known each other well already. Beau Willie was a pious Christian, the type Mr. Belizaire would like for his daughter.

"This food is good," Stack said, scarfing down his pulled pork sandwich. Barbecue sauce painted the corners of his lips.

Smoke went and grabbed a plate and waited his turn to fill up on a hearty meal of tender pork meat. There was plenty of food, and he softly tapped his foot to the music spilling out from the barn. A barbecue under a pleasant country sun was what he needed to get acclimated into the slow southern way of life again.

After he fixed his sandwich, he took a seat next to his brother outside who entertained a bevy of beauties who weren't afraid to get near the twins. Cornbread joined them and Smoke was pleased to see his friend so happy. From his viewpoint, he watched Annie take her plate indoors with her girlfriends alongside Bo. Annie and Grace seemed close and laughed together while their shoulders touched. Beau Willie followed behind her, carrying his plate and two root beers.

Annie towered over a lot of the other women, and it only enhanced her attractiveness. She literally stood out with her unique hairstyle and the bright yellow dress that reminded him of corn silk. Granted, there were plenty of gorgeous women wandering about that could've tickled his fancy. He only had eyes for the woman his brother wanted.

A gnawing at the pit of his stomach brought him back to reality.

Clearly he had to compete with Beau Willie, too.

He picked at the rest of his food and listened to all the chatter going on around him without participating. Stack regaled the women sitting next to him with stories about the war and Europe. Some men gathered behind him to listen in on the danger they faced, the food white people ate overseas, and how many men died gruesome deaths. The stories enthralled them. Stack could weave a tale like a spider and create enough sticky webbing to hold an audience for hours. Their daddy was like that. He would mesmerize men on their old porch, pluck at his guitar or the old banjo, and orchestrate a rousing good time. Maybe that's why he beat Stack so much. Too much of his nature bled through his baby boy. Whatever demons Cash wrestled with, whatever life-altering thing that happened to him when he went out into the world, he clocked it bubbling up through Stack. Noticed it in Smoke, too. Then the fists came. All the beatings. Split lips. Black eyes. All the blood-curdling screams from Taiwo as she fought to pull Cash off them.

Smoke's hands shook with tremors, and he put his plate down on the ground. Stack noticed. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a pouch of tobacco and rolling papers. Made Smoke a cigarette. He lit it, took a drag first, then handed it to Smoke.

The musicians cut the music to eat some food before the party kicked it up a notch. No one noticed the lack of music playing. They were busy catching up and passing around a fat bottle of hooch that they poured into cups. The warm communal feel of the gathering seduced him into relaxing for a change. Stack was in his element, impressing the ladies, and Smoke wouldn't have to watch over him so much for the night.

Life could be good for them.

The bank sidetracked them, but the spirited enthusiasm of their peers bolstered his sense of hope for the better. He had a mother to care for and younger relatives who looked up to him and Stack. If he played his cards right, he could have a woman as well.

The music cranked back up and men grabbed the hands of the women they desired and danced until dust kicked up inside and outside the barn. No one cared.

Cornbread pulled out dice from his right trouser pocket and shook them in a fist.

"You boys ready to throw these bones and wager some bets?" Cornbread said.

Stack passed Smoke the flask of whiskey they shared and swallowed a sizeable amount that heated his blood. His brother pulled out some cash and a group of eight men shadowed Cornbread to the side of the barn where a large slab of wood rested against the wall like a flat table. Stack heckled the other men, and Smoke took a smaller sip of whiskey before handing the flask to Cornbread. Sauced up by the liquor, Cornbread passed it around to the others.

"I got three more bottles of corn liquor and gin for later. Summa you fellas might get lucky up in the barn tonight! Get your peckers wet in some hot juicy pussy."

They tossed their coins and cash on the ground. Smoke shook the dice in his closed hand first. He blew on them for good luck three times and threw them with expertise. They bounced against the barn wall, rolling the number he wanted.

"Muthafucka!" Cornbread yelled.

Smoke came out hot with a seven on the first toss.

"There ya go, big brother! Spank these niggas' asses with that Moore magic touch," Stack cackled, throwing more money down.

They played, drank, and laughed uproariously. Smoke enjoyed the camaraderie and laughter of his brother by his side.

Smoke kept his eye on Annie.

The party turned out to be a lively ring-a-ding-ding, and she flitted about, easily attaching herself to various clusters of conversations and line dances. Beau Willie hovered near her and Stack kept true to his word, staying away from Annie despite the occasional sneak peeks he took to see if she paid any attention to him.

She didn't.

Every time she looked Smoke's way, she smiled at him before her friends pulled her off to mingle with others. Smoke noticed she drank the harder stuff and wasn't shy about speaking to other men who vied for her attention. He stood near the musicians and watched folks sway and rock their bodies. Annie cut loose and danced a few times with Beau Willie while Smoke played dice earlier, but as the rosy-orange alpenglow of the setting sun struck her face, and the music changed to a more sensual offering, he made his move on her.

He passed by Stack who danced close and slow with a woman named Josephine. The way his brother's hips moved, he'd probably drag Josephine back to their car or up to the second level of the old barn to hike up her dress and get busy. With his brother's preoccupation and Annie no longer a concern to him, Smoke seized the opportunity to act.

Cornbread and some other men lit large kerosene lamps and distributed them throughout the barn, setting a romantic mood early. Bellies were full, and most people were tipsy from the liquor. Matthew started the bonfire and the crackling of the kindling and the odor of fresh smoke shifted everyone's mood to thoughts of partnering with someone for the rest of the evening.

Annie spoke to Grace and Mayola. Mayola grinned and waved at Smoke like she expected him to come to her. Annie noticed her enthusiasm and Mayola whispered something in her ear. The expression on Annie's face withered, but she quickly recovered when she looked at Smoke again. Before he reached her, Caldonia approached her.

"Annie, should we bring the cakes out now before it gets too dark?" Caldonia said.

"Oh, shoot! I forgot about the birthday cakes. Lord, where is my head right now? We better get them and sing happy birthday to Cornbread before he gets too drunk to remember," Annie said.

"Guess I'll have to wait for that dance, then?" Smoke said.

"Not for long," Annie said. "Could you get Cornbread for me and have him go to the food table? We can sing to him and cut the cakes up before the sun goes completely down."

"Sure."

"Thank you," she said.

Smoke trudged over to where Cornbread cracked jokes and flapped his gums about the signifying monkey. He was in the center of a small circle of men clapping their hands and building an intricate rhythm on their thighs and chests, while he took verbal shots at his friend Lil Percival. Cornbread's verbal dexterity almost rivaled Stack's ability to rap with the fellas in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, he's talkin' 'bout yo mama and yo grandma too… and he don't show no respect for a nigga like you! Now you weren't there… and I'm sho' is glad… 'cause what he said about ya mama… made me mad!"

The men threw back their heads and howled with laughter that ricocheted against the barn wall outside. Lil Percival took his turn to out-do Cornbread. His short stature made their exchange look comical since he had to look up to Cornbread's big, wide body. Lil Percival wagged a finger up at his face.

"Signifying monkey stay up in your tree… you don't wanna mess with a man like me… always lying and signifying… signifying monkey stay up in that tree… but ya better not monkey with a killa like me!" Lil Percival barked out, keeping his words sliding on the beat of the handclaps and hambone body slapping.

Smoke listened to a few more lines before breaking up the verbal sparring.

"Hey, Cornbread. Annie wants you back inside for something," Smoke said.

"Oh, yeah? She wanna dance with me?" Cornbread said, tugging on the straps of his overalls.

The expression on Smoke's face told Cornbread to not even think about it.

"Guess I'll go see what she wants," Cornbread said, shambling off.

"Y'all can go in too…help sing happy birthday," Smoke said.

Everyone crowded into the barn where Annie and Donetha lit candles on three big chocolate cakes with white icing.

"Aw Annie, you ain't have to do all this for me!" Cornbread said with delight in his round eyes.

A woman behind Annie belted out Happy Birthday, and all the others joined in. Cornbread blew out the spread of twenty-two candles across all three rectangular cakes. Annie cut Cornbread a big chunk, and he ate it with his fingers, letting the icing paint his greedy lips.

Everyone who wanted a piece ate cake, and the music continued. Stack headed for the fire pit to get a sip of gin, and Smoke made a beeline for Annie.

"May I have this dance, Miss Belizaire," he said.

The radiance of her smile warmed him.

"You may, Mr. Moore."

He took her hand and followed behind Bo who swept Grace in his arms and twirled her out before pulling her back in.

Smoke held Annie's hand and took her to the center of the barn. The flickering of the lights in the kerosene lamps glinted on her earrings. They stood face-to-face, and he touched her dangling silver earrings with tiny blue gemstones at the bottom.

"What took you so long to ask me to dance, Elijah?"

He exhaled softly at the sound of his birth name rolling off her lips.

"I had to wait my turn, I guess. You're the most popular woman here."

"I only wanna dance with you."

Smoke stepped closer, letting her breasts brush against his chest. He wrapped both his arms around her waist, and she curled her delicate hands around his neck. Rocking their bodies slowly, he led the pace in time to the music.

"You're good," she said. "I thought maybe you couldn't dance because I didn't see you out on the floor at all."

"Been a little busy."

"Shooting craps and drinkin'?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem for you?"

"No. I drink. Can't shoot craps though."

"I can teach ya."

"I wanna learn."

"Okay."

The feel of her lushness in his arms awakened a need in him. He wanted her for himself and would have to tell his brother about his feelings before the night was through. They swayed in another direction and Beau Willie stared at them, his mouth fixed in a scowl.

"Is Beau Willie fixed on courting you?" he asked.

"He asked my daddy's permission two years ago, but I was too young then. We tried sneaking around, but my father would've found out. I'm the youngest of seven daughters from a seventh daughter. My daddy made sure all my sisters were married off to respectable men in New Orleans. He aims to do the same for me in Mississippi. Beau Willie knows that."

"What about now?"

"I'm old enough. He has my daddy's permission, too."

"How you feel about that?"

Her head rested on his neck, her lips blew warm air on his skin that curled his toes.

"I used to be crazy about Beau Willie. When I was sixteen, I couldn't wait to be old enough to step out with him. He was the first boy I ever kissed."

"And?"

"I like somebody else now…I like you, Smoke. But didn't you bring Mayola here as your date?"

"Nah, I gave her a ride from the road to the barn. Dassit."

"Good, because I don't like drama. I ain't never fought over a man in my life and I don't plan on startin' tonight."

"My brother really likes you, Annie."

"I know. But he ain't you. He'll have to come to terms with that on his own."

"Will your daddy let me court you if I ask him for permission?"

Annie lifted her head and looked at him.

"Your uncle told him about you after we first met. Warned him to keep me away from you and your brother. My parents don't even know I hang around your momma every day. They don't want me practicing Hoodoo."

"Why not?"

"My grandmother taught me back in New Orleans and I carried what I know here with me. The moment I met your momma, I was drawn to her. I recognized a kindred spirit, but my parents…they're Christians who only want the power of Jesus to guide me. There's more to that, like our ancestors and the power of healing through rootwork, and I want to hold on to what I've learned since I was seven years old. I'm saying all this Smoke because my daddy…he'll never give you permission to be with me."

Smoke ground his molars together.

Uncle Jed.

The uncle who partied hard with his big brother Cash ran from town-to-town with him back in the day, whoring and fornicating with the odor of liquor seeping from his pores. The man who told Taiwo that sometimes his brother had to step out on his wife to keep the peace in their house.

A fucking hypocrite.

Smoke ran his hands up her back, squeezing the softness there and pressing his crotch against her front to feel the warmth of her body all over. They slow dragged through several songs, and he never wanted to let her go. Ever.

He slid his hands below her waist and palmed her backside briefly, just to cop a quick feel.

"You ain't slick," she said.

She leaned back with a smirk on her face.

"I was just moving my hands, and they slipped," he said.

Her eyes twinkled.

"You can smile," she said.

She touched his right dimple and then dragged her finger across his lips to the other side of his face to touch the other one.

"Your face lights up so bright when you smile. I want to see you smile more…for me."

He lowered his gaze bashfully and pursed his lips to keep his face composed.

"No, don't try to hide it…it's out now. Can't take it away from me," she teased.

She lifted his chin to raise his eye level to align with hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and sighed.

"I'm going to see your father tomorrow. I will ask him for permission to see you properly. If he says no, I'm going to keep asking him until he says yes. I know he wants the best for you…wants to protect you and make sure the right man comes along who can take care of you. A father is supposed to do that for his daughter. I respect that. I'll do whatever it takes to gain his trust in me."

Annie stared at him. He'd stopped moving in time to the music and rushed out his thoughts before he lost the nerve.

"I ain't got much right now, coming back from the war and all…but I'm a hard worker and I plan on owning my own business one day. I ain't no good Christian. Been baptized, but I backslide a lot. Got a lot of my daddy in me that I try to control…drinkin', gambling, hangin' in places of ill repute all night. But I'll never lie to ya, Annie. I want a wife and family one day…and I guess I'm tellin' ya all this because it's important for you to know that I won't play with your heart. No matter how terrible me and my brother's reputation may be to you, I sincerely hope you'll give me a chance to prove myself worthy of being yours."

He clamped his lips together. The rush of words unsettled him. Lightheaded, he stepped back from her.

"You can really talk when you want to Elijah Moore," she said.

She entwined her fingers with his.

"Let's go get some air," she said.

He nodded and led her to a side door in the barn that took them out to some small trees. The sun left completely and the evening air felt cooler.

"Look," she said, pointing ahead toward an open area.

A swarm of fireflies darted about, creating the illusion of hundreds of yellow stars dancing in a black velvet sky.

Smoke marveled at the sight. The wonderment of it all seemed extra special with Annie by his side.

"Watch this," she said.

She left his side and the space where she once stood created an uncomfortable vacuum to his peace of mind. He watched her saunter over to the flurry of firefly activity and stand in the middle of the sparkle, holding her arms out to her sides.

The swarm parted at her invasion, their synchronous flashing lights glowing all around her until hundreds alighted upon her hair, arms, legs, and dress. Annie appeared to him like a queen of the fairies in a balmy southern night. Heaven must've looked like that.

She was magic.

Smoke touched the left side of his chest where his heart used to be. It had flown over to be with Annie, floating near hers, beckoning him to walk toward her. He sauntered through the flickering display, the whirring of tiny wings lightly grazing the skin on his face as he joined her in the center of the twinkling.

"The scent of the oil on my skin draws them like nectar," she said.

She indeed appeared to be a dazzling and delectable flower for the insects. But she was more than that to Smoke.

He'd listened to her talk for weeks with his mother and learned parts of her she probably didn't even know he heard. How she prayed for him and Stack with his mother while they were away. She shared the burden of her mother's fears for them in Europe, without even knowing them herself. All she had to go by were the pictures he and Stack took before they traveled overseas, the pictures his mother kept above her mantle. A traveling photographer took the black and white pictures in front of the house where the haint blue Taiwo kept the porch and door painted didn't even show up as a shadow on film. Stack grinned wide and Smoke only looked directly at the camera, hoping the photos gave his mother solace while they were gone fighting. Annie had used those pictures to be his guardian angel.

Had she made her choice then on who to pick based on the photos?

Annie spun in a circle and the fireflies swirled around her like a cloud of bursting nebulas and streaks of gold lightning. Her playful laughter drifted up into the dark sky, where starlight and a silvery moon bathed her skin in deep blue hues.

"Annie," he said, ignoring the fireflies prancing on his shirt.

"Yes?"

He cradled her face and kissed her.

Her lips were so soft.

Pliant.

He slipped his tongue between the seam that she parted for him and sought the relief that only she could give him. Her tongue followed his lead and slid back and forth against his before she explored his mouth on her own with gentle plundering that pulled moans from him that he couldn't hold back. He slanted his head for her to take what she wanted from him and they did an awkward dance to figure out what worked best for them until he locked in on holding her tight. They kept tilting their heads and sucking on tongues with a breathy desperation. He loved the feel of her full lips brushing against his plush ones, and when Annie started tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth, her mouth became ravenous.

His arousal came on strong and the thickening in his pants pressed into her. He rocked his hips forward to grind against her and she released his lips, licking a trail along his neck and up to the shell of his ear, where she nibbled the top of his earlobe. He groaned and his mouth fell open. Exhaling and panting, Smoke melted under her touch.

"Mwen ka renmen ou pou tout tan," she whispered in his ear.

"Whatchu say, baby?" he panted.

The tip of her tongue traced swirls along his earlobe in a slow circular fashion and she kept speaking Creole to him as if she were telling him all the nasty things he wanted her to do to him. He quickly understood the allure that her native tongue brought out in his brother. His erection strained against his trousers and she kept seducing him with whispery Creole. The tip of his dick leaked pre-cum and the root already started throbbing with anticipation.

"Dis-moi que tu es à moi?" she said.

"W-w-whatchu sayin'?"

"Tell me you're mine, Smoke."

"Baby, I'm all yours."

Her teeth grazed against the tender flesh of his ear again and she slipped her warm tongue inside his ear, darting it in and out with slow gentleness. He whimpered and gripped the side of her throat. His tongue sought the tender parts of her neck as he sucked, nibbled, and licked on it with an ardor that nearly overwhelmed him. It was her turn to hiss and whimper as he scraped his teeth down to her collar.

"I gotta take you somewhere else," he panted, pulling away from her.

Threading his fingers with hers, he pulled her from the twinkling mist of fireflies.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

Ahead of him, his father's old car shined under the pale moonlight.

"My car," he said.

He could've taken her up to the second floor of the barn, but Stack may have noticed. Beau Willie, too.

"Here, get in the back," he said, opening the door for her.

Annie shook her body free of the remaining fireflies. He did the same. She climbed in the car and followed behind her. The moon was bright enough to flood the interior. Her eyes shined with the anticipation he also felt in his gut. God, she was so beautiful. Nineteen and so full of life.

He touched a soft tuft of hair near her ear that unraveled from the yellow thread. There was no telling when he'd be able to see her again. If her father kept a tight leash, he'd have to savor every moment with her that night. He leaned in and she met him halfway. Their lips touched, and he let her discover the parts of his mouth that satisfied her curiosity. Every time she sucked on his tongue or whispered Creole in his ear, his dick jumped in his pants.

He finally reached his tipping point and fondled a breast. The abundance in his hand spilled over and he groaned louder while squeezing. Annie pulled away. Her eyes had a glassy sheen to them. Arousal bathed her face in lust. He glanced at her breasts.

"You want to touch me?" she asked.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded in the affirmative.

"I'll be a little sweaty from dancing and all this heat, though."

"I don't care."

She unbuttoned the top of her dress and he helped her pull down the sleeves in the cramped space of the back seat. Her white bra seemed to glow. She slowly pulled down each strap and her voluptuous breasts spilled out.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

He stared at her titties like he'd never seen breasts before.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"No…you're beautiful Annie. I just wanna look at you. Drink it all in, baby."

The moonlight on her skin dazzled his eyes. She looked unreal. Beyond ethereal. With any other woman, he would've pounced and got down to business, exploiting a carnal situation to his complete satisfaction. But the eroticism she displayed for him had Smoke shook.

She looked down at his dick and swiped her tongue across her top lip, exciting him more. He finally reached over and touched her left nipple. It pebbled quickly and extended out to his delight. Big tits and big nipples. Heaven.

He pinched and played with her nipples, learning the best touches that she liked along the way. Soon he squeezed and lifted them with both hands, fearful of cumming in his pants because she had him under her spell. Her lips quirked and bunched up with all of his gentle breast play. He lowered his head and sucked on a plump nipple, tasting the salt on her skin from the perspiration she warned about. He didn't mind. It gave her skin extra flavor. She moaned out loud and called out his name several times. He kept right on sucking, switching it up with the other nipple, and then smashing her big tits together so he could flick his tongue quickly across each nipple back and forth.

"These titties are so big, Annie," he grunted.

He palmed them and she helped arouse him more by lifting their weight and holding them together for him.

"Tryna tease me, woman?" he said.

She laughed, her eyes crinkling up tight. Her gaze drifted to his lap. She licked her lips again.

"You want to touch it? You made it hard…so fast," he huffed out.

"Yes."

He pulled down his suspenders. Annie started unbuttoning his shirt. His curious eyes met hers.

"I want to touch your chest, too," she said.

He let her finish. She liked what he presented. Her index finger traced a path across his pecs. He unfastened his pants and lowered them with his underwear. Her eyes grew wider looking at his dick. He reached for her hand and guided it to the stiffness.

"It's so hot… and big," she panted.

Her hand knew what to do. She stroked him firmly up and down. Pre-cum gushed out of his deep slit and spilled all over Annie's nimble fingers. He stared at her tits and let her jerk him off. No wonder Beau Willie chased after her. Those big areolas and dark satin coloring on fat tits had Smoke wiggling in his seat. Shit felt so good that he gasped when his balls started pulsing with the friction she created going up and down. He became feverish with lust and licked his lips.

Clutching a breast, he held it with a firm grip. The heft turned him on in the worst way as he imagined taking her from behind. He craved the sound of her breasts smacking together while he fucked her, holding her bent over somewhere private, plunging into some slippery wet pussy that drained his balls. His groan deepened and Annie worked his fat dick up and down…up and down…up and down with such exquisite dexterity that his right leg shook. How deep was her pussy? Could he cram all the thickness she stroked inside of her?

His thoughts turned to Beau Willie. Had he fucked Annie? She didn't seem nervous, like someone inexperienced. He clenched his jaw with jealousy. If Beau Willie had her first, Smoke would have to turn Annie out to erase that man from her memory. His dick throbbed hard in her grasp. The heavy spilling of pre-cum helped keep his dick slippery for her delicious hand-job. His lips bunched up, and she had his dick on the verge of spitting everywhere.

He reached for his pants pocket and pulled out the handkerchief he kept there. He'd need it for the explosion that built up in his nutsack. Annie wouldn't want him to mess up her pretty dress if he wasn't prepared.

"You want me to put my mouth on it?" she asked.

Her sweet voice saying something so filthy caused a hearty chuckle to burst out. If her father ever found out, Smoke would have a dozen bullets in his body like Swiss cheese. Fuck it. She was worth dying for.

"Only if you want to," he said.

"Will you promise to cum in my mouth?"

Jesus Christ!

"Yeah, I'll cum wherever you want me to."

Excited, Annie hunkered above his dick and her breasts hung down the way he thought they would. He almost passed out. She licked his dick like a lollipop and kissed the wide head. He would have to teach her what to do because she wasn't giving him the service he was used to—

Fuck!

Her lips slid down his pipe with the suction he needed to get off. His eyes rolled back for a second, and he lost all comprehension of what his part was in the matter.

"Annie! Goddamn, girl! Suck that dick…aw shit…dassit…fuck girl….!"

She gagged, trying to go past her reflex, but she relaxed into the sucking. Her saliva coated his dick, and he almost started crying as she bobbed her head in his lap. He wasn't expecting that much pleasure from her mouth.

"Suck it…suck that dick…get it all deep in your mouth…"

He praised her efforts and offered her more dick down her throat.

She took it.

Took it deep.

He grabbed a titty and squeezed, needing something to ground him as the surge of his climax rose into his dick. Smoke slammed a hand against the roof of the car and shouted Annie's name as semen spurt into her mouth.

She swallowed.

Everything.

Her succulent lips made a loud popping sound as she released his dick. She sat back and wiped her mouth.

"I always wanted to do that," she said.

"You ain't never sucked dick before?"

The incredulous look on his face caused a giggle to escape from her.

"My first time."

"You a virgin?"

Her eyes darted away from his face.

Goddamn that Beau Willie.

"Was Beau Willie your first?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'ma be your second and last, hear me?"

She beamed, and Smoke kissed her full on the mouth, wanting to taste himself on her tongue. He played with her tits again, stuffed as much in his mouth as he could get, and she stroked his hair.

Voices.

Nearby.

"Shit!" he grumbled.

Annie started fixing her bra and Smoke pulled up his pants.

Too late.

"Nigga, getcho ass out here! Bo is about to propose to Grace and wants us with him when he does it!" Stack shouted. "You in there stankin' up the car gettin' some nookie?"

Stack yanked open the passenger door on Smoke's side. Annie tried to fasten her last few buttons, but Stack caught an eyeful of what went on seconds before.

"Stack, I was gonna tell you about me and Annie," Smoke blurted.

Stack took several steps back in a daze.

Smoke climbed out and stuffed his shirt in his pants and fastened his trousers. He pulled his suspenders back up.

"Stack?" Smoke said.

"What the fuck are you doing with her, Smoke?" Stack said.

Smoke glimpsed Bo waiting for Stack near the barn.

Annie stepped out of the car and faced Stack.

"I like your brother, Stack. You and me were only going to be friends. Don't be mad at him."

Stack's eyes watered.

"Why it had to be my brother, Annie?"

Annie reached for him, and Stack pushed her hands away. Smoke stepped in front of her.

"I was going to tell you how I felt. Since you spoke to her first, I let you have a chance with her. But she wants to be with me. I'm sorry. I ain't mean for you to find out like this."

"What he got over me, Annie? I look exactly like this nigga! I know I'ma lot more fun. Why you ain't want me? Huh?"

"I can't explain why, Stack. Something about him makes me feel…I just…"

Annie's eyes welled up. Smoke reached for her hand and pulled her in close. She hid her face in his shoulder.

"This is fucked up!"

Stack stomped away, turned back, and looked at them.

"Fuck the both of you!"

Bo patted Stack on the back as he passed him to go back into the barn.

"The fuck, Smoke?" Bo yelled over to him.

"Go pop the question to your woman, Bo," Smoke shouted.

"I want you there, too. I need my two best friends to give me courage."

"Give me a minute!"

Bo nodded and went after Stack.

Annie trembled in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Annie. I'll talk to him later. He'll get over it."

He held her and rocked his body against hers.

"He'll find him another woman in no time."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I'm not. Shit happens and then you gotta move on. I promise, baby. We'll laugh about this one day."

He used his fingers to wipe away her tears and then blotted away the rest with his handkerchief. Once she calmed down, he held her hand and walked her back to the barn.

There was a noticeable shift in the group when people caught on that Smoke had claimed Annie for himself. It sparked whispers and curious glances. Their community always viewed the twins as troublesome catches. They were attractive, but the risk of being Smoke's girl would change how others interacted with Annie. They would admire and fear her.

Moving through the barn, Smoke ushered Annie out through the other side to the bonfire. Bo stood next to a visibly shaken Stack. Grace, Donetha, and Caldonia sat on haystacks, laughing and smoking cigarettes, oblivious to Bo and Stack standing behind them.

Cornbread tapped Smoke on his shoulder with a finger up to his lips. One fiddler stood next to him.

"We're going to have Chauncey serenade for Bo while he proposes," Cornbread whispered.

Smoke nodded and moved aside with Annie, giving Chauncey room. Bo slinked over and pulled out a ring and showed it to him.

"I'm so nervous," Bo said.

"Do you love her?" Smoke asked.

"I do."

"Then you're ready."

Smoke nodded toward Grace.

"Go handle your business, man."

Bo took a deep breath and pointed to Chauncey. The fiddler dragged the bowstring down and the pleasing sound alerted Grace and the others sitting around the fire that something unexpected was happening.

Bo walked around Stack and stepped over an unoccupied haystack. He stood before Grace. The firelight illuminated the couple, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Smoke glanced at Annie, and the flickering flames danced in her eyes. She slipped her arm around his and tilted her head up. Her lips enticed him and he kissed her…openly. Let his tongue slip into her mouth. She squeezed his arm.

"Grace," Bo said with a shaky voice, "You are the most important—"

The punch to Smoke's face came out of nowhere. Annie screamed, and he tumbled back, holding his cheek. The pain stung like hell.

Stack held his fists up, his face contorted in rage.

"Hey now…this ain't right. Brothers ain't supposed to be fighting. What's going on?" Cornbread shouted, stepping between them. "Smoke? Stack?"

"Fuck it!" Stack yelled.

He waved a dismissive hand and walked off toward the darkness, away from the fire.

Smoke rubbed his face. The pain wasn't as sharp, but it still hurt.

"Sorry, Bo," Smoke said. "I'll be back, Annie."

Smoke strode in the direction his brother went.

"Stack! Stack! Hold up!"

Smoke jogged after him.

His brother stopped and held his hands on his hips with his back to him.

"Talk to me, Stack."

"You should've told me. The moment you knew you had feelings."

"I should've…but you went for her, and I stood aside."

Stack sighed.

"I could never figure out why she held back with me. She made me laugh…listened to me. Never judged me. I dunno…made me feel like I could be something."

"What are you talking about? You're already something. We're both going to be something more when we start our own shit. C'mon, now."

"Cut the crap, Smoke. You and I both know people see us as two ain't-shit sons of Cash Moore. The man they believe had the devil in him and passed that evil onto us."

"We not evil. Stop believing that shit."

"They call our momma a witch."

Stack sighed. Tried to talk.

"Annie…man, she…..aw forget it!"

He threw his hands up and pulled out his flask. Gulping down the contents, he handed it to Smoke.

"How's your face?" Stack asked.

"It's going to have a bruise in the morning. Momma is going to wonder what happened."

Smoke took a huge swallow and choked, almost dropping the flask.

"The fuck is in here?" Smoke gasped.

He coughed and Stack whacked him on the back a few times.

"Pure grade moonshine, whipped up by Cornbread's uncle Lodie."

In the distance, an old truck kicked up dust, charging toward the bonfire. It stopped just short of the haystacks, and a group of men hopped out.

Smoke and Stack hurried back to see what the commotion was about.

The moment they reached the others, Smoke sensed trouble. Cornbread looked nervous.

"What's going on, Cornbread?" Smoke asked.

"These boys are from Cedar Mound."

Cornbread wouldn't look at Smoke. His eyes stayed planted on the leader of the new arrivals.

"Friends of yours?" Stack asked.

"Nah."

A bulky young man with slicked back hair, beady eyes, and clothes that looked too new to be trusted, stepped forward.

"We're friends with Terry," slick hair said. "He said for us to come around for the birthday party and barbecue."

"Terry who?" Cornbread said.

"The nigga with the fucked up eye," another man with a muscular frame and bitter-looking face interjected.

His eyes dragged up and down Annie and Caldonia. Donetha, too.

Smoke placed himself in front of them.

"This here is a private function," Cornbread said. "I don't know ya, and nobody can invite people I don't know to my jump up. I'll kindly ask you fellas to leave and find someplace else to have fun."

"Nigga, we told you Terry said we could come here!"

The muscular one lunged forward like he wanted something to jump off.

Both Smoke and Stack had already reached down to their ankles and pulled out guns, aiming them in strangers' direction.

"Guess you niggas caint hear too good. The man said you ain't welcome," Smoke challenged.

"We can help clean those big ass ears out if ya want," Stack added.

Annie snickered, and the muscular stranger curled his lips into an angry snarl.

"Bitch, what are you laughing at?" he barked.

Smoke cocked his gun, but Annie reached into the deep pocket of her dress and whipped out a straight razor.

"Call me a bitch again and I'll slice your balls off," Annie spat right back.

Smoke and Stack glanced at her and quickly looked at each other.

"Maybe it's best you keep her, Smoke. Caint have my balls cut off if she gets mad at me," Stack joked.

Ghost Eye Terry ran out from the barn, waving his hands around.

"Aye, Cornbread! That's my buddy Randolph…I told you earlier that he might come through," Terry huffed out.

"You said one person. Terry. Not four," Cornbread said.

Randolph, with the slick hair, grinned widely.

"I'm sorry, that's my fault. I didn't want to come all this way alone. The klan been busy this summer as y'all know. Didn't want to take a chance and get caught on the road by myself. Brought me some back-up just in case," Randolph said.

Cornbread scratched his head and sighed.

"That is true," Cornbread said.

He glanced at Smoke and Stack.

"I guess it's okay to let them stay. I told Terry he could have a friend come since he helped drive people over."

Terry nodded enthusiastically, relief spreading across his face.

Smoke moved closer to the muscular man and kept his gun aimed directly at his head.

"Ain't nobody stayin' until this nigga apologizes to my woman," Smoke said.

Cornbread blinked twice and stared at Annie.

Randolph smacked the muscular man's shoulder to comply.

"Apologize to this beautiful lady, Wilson," Randolph said.

Wilson spread his greasy lips into a caricature of a smile and bowed his head at Annie.

"I am very sorry for calling you outchea name, Miss…?"

"Annie," she said.

"My apologies, Miss Annie. My mother taught me better than that," Wilson said.

Everyone waited for Smoke.

"Is that good enough for you, Annie?" Smoke asked.

Annie folded her straight razor and tucked it back in her pocket.

"It'll do," she said with her haughty dark eyes cutting into the new guests.

Smoke reared back his hand and pistol-whipped Wilson across the forehead.

"I said sorry, nigga!" Wilson wailed, pressing a hand onto the new bloody gash on his face.

"That'll teach ya not to run ya mouth next time," Smoke said.

"Come get something to drink. Might be some cake and food left," Terry said, rushing his people toward the barn.

Cornbread looked over at Annie.

"You sho' is full of surprises tonight," Cornbread said.

Annie smirked.

"I don't trust these niggas. Klan or no klan," Stack said to Smoke.

"I agree."

"I'll go check on 'em. Make sure they don't kill the party with their musty asses. Lawd almighty, that thick neck one smell like a dead skunk," Stack said, his face scrunching up at the odor left behind.

"We good?" Smoke asked.

Stack looked at Annie. Her big brown eyes and pretty lashes were hard to stay mad at. His brother's shoulders relaxed. He tucked his gun in the back of his pants for easy access.

"Yeah, we good."

Stack walked over to Annie. Looked her dead in the face. She reached out and ran the back of her hand across his cheek. Then kissed the side of his face.

"You'll always be my favorite twin," she said.

"I'ma be salty with you for a minute. Don't think we not gonna have a conversation about this between you and me at some point."

"I know," she said.

Stack turned and headed inside to keep his eyes on folks.

Smoke held out his hand. Annie clasped it.

"A straight razor was in your dress while we were fooling around?" he said.

She touched the hidden pocket that blended into her dress seamlessly.

"I gotta protect myself at all times."

"Not from me."

"Especially you," she teased.

"I think we're a good match, then."

He scanned the groups of people relaxing and chatting by the fire.

"What happened to Bo and Grace?"

"He tried to finish his lovely words to Grace, and she jumped up to go puke in the bushes over there. That moonshine Cornbread passed around is rough. Bo postponed the proposal until she feels a little better."

Sweet music and laughter drifted out from the barn. Smoke placed his gun back in his ankle holster.

"May I have another dance with you, Annie?"

"Yes you may, Elijah."

Smoke allowed a tiny sliver of a smile to show on his lips. Annie kissed her fingers and touched his lips with them.

"The best part of my night," she said, "Seeing you smile at me."

He kissed her on the temple and made plans to speak to her father first thing in the morning.

Part 4 soon come....

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trailerpark!daryl headcanons

a/n: this includes both sfw & nsfw ( below the cut ) headcanons for tp!daryl

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sfw tp!daryl dixon headcanons.

➵ tp!daryl dixon is very much different to his older brother. quieter, less annoying, but overall just nicer. he is extremely loyal, & protective.

➵ he is extremely self sufficient. being left home alone for days on end helped him build his resilience.

➵ he has a soft spot for stray animals. the amount of times he has found a tiny stray kitten and wanted to bring it home is countless, but he knew his father would not be happy with him.

➵ he’s surprisingly very good at drawing. he often likes to sketch scenes of his surroundings, wherever he may be. that may include the creek you and him spend a lot of time together at, the silver dome arena where countless concerts he’s snuck into have played, or even just random doodles.

➵ he loves heavy metal and rock music. his favourite bands are motörhead, slayer, iron maiden, metallica— just to name a few. he gets his taste in music from merle.

➵ he is not much of a talker, but he is definitely a listener. he will listen to you rant and ramble for hours on end, often just replying with a nod of his head or a mhm, but you know he’s always taking it in.

➵ he often wears long sleeves & sweaters to hide the bruises and scars on his body from his father. it’s harder when he ends up with a black eye, but he just plays it off as him and merle roughhousing.

➵ the first time he ever smoked weed was with you, and merle, in one of the old broken down cars at the trailer park. merle and daryl sat in the front and you in the back, dutching out the old chevy with the smoke.

➵ he didn’t like going to school, often skipping classes or just not showing up at all. but you can bet he was always there to walk you home at the end of the day.

➵ he can often be extremely withdrawn, isolating himself several times a week. it’s never personal towards you, but you’ll often notice he’s been missing for a few hours. you can usually find him down at the creek, in the woods behind the trailer park, or even on top of his trailer sometimes.

➵ because he’s too broke for concert tickets, he’s snuck into concerts so many times.

➵ he’s had a crush on you since he knew what crushes were, really. merle constantly teased him for looking at you like a lost puppy, urging him to make a move. but he’s too shy for that, and he didn’t like the idea of possibly ruining your friendship.

➵ overall, he’s your best friend. you trust him with your entire life, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

nsfw tp!daryl dixon headcanons.

➵ big switch energy !

➵ when he’s topping, he’s rough with you, but always makes sure you’re okay. he’ll press your thighs to your chest while he fucks you, or he’ll pull your hair from behind. the rings on his fingers also add to the pleasure when he spanks you.

➵ when he’s subbing, he’s a whiny, begging mess. he’ll grip at your thighs or ass, looking up at you with big blue eyes while he begs for you to keep going.

➵ the first few times you two fucked, he kept his shirt on. he was too nervous to take it off, but you never pushed him. slowly he became more comfortable and now it’s one of the first things he’s ripping off.

➵ aftercare king ! not that there’s much he can do without possibly outing himself to merle or his father of his activities, he’ll always make sure you’re okay— wether that be just getting you a glass of water and snuggling with you after, or kissing every inch of your body.

➵ certified pussy eater™. he’d go down on you for hours if he could.

➵ if he had to choose between ass and tits, he’s definitely an ass man. he loves grabbing handfuls of the flesh, especially when you’re riding him or he’s fucking you from behind.

➵ loves leaving hickeys in place only you and him can see.

➵ loves to hear you moan but also loves to shove his fingers in your mouth to shut you up when you’re being a bit too loud.

[cameronsbabydoll]

welcome to my 1,000 followers celebration! all of the following fics are based off of the songs on lana del rey’s album — blue banisters.

credits to @rafesangelita for the layout inspiration

♡ TEXT BOOK

SUMMARY: You weren’t looking for love. You were looking for something familiar. Something steady. Something that reminded you of the father you lost. And maybe that’s why you let Rafe take you home that first night. But months later, you start to wonder—maybe he isn’t like your father. Maybe he’s worse.

♡ BLUE BANISTERS

SUMMARY: You used to think love meant becoming what someone else wanted. That if you were soft enough, quiet enough, goodenough, they would stay. Rafe promised to fix the things in your life that were broken. He said he’d take your pain away. But only if you let him change you first. And by the time you realized what he really meant, it was already too late.

♡ ARCADIA

SUMMARY: You don’t know if Rafe Cameron feels like home or if he just feels familiar. But maybe there’s no difference. Maybe you’ve mapped yourself to him so many times that the roads will always lead back here—to his hands, to his bed, to the place you both know you can never really leave.

♡ BLACK BATHING SUIT

SUMMARY: In a quiet moment by the pool, you and Rafe find yourselves navigating an unexpected vulnerability. Wearing nothing but a simple black bathing suit, you begin to shed the layers of expectation and pretense, realizing that maybe for the first time, you can just be yourself.

♡ IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME

SUMMARY: In this push and pull, this game of pretending things are over when they never really are. He still looks at you the way he always has, still treats you like you belong to him, even if neither of you says it out loud. Tonight, it’s the same old story. He picks you up at eight, whiskey on his breath, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. You should turn him away. You should end it for good. But when he touches you, when he whispers your name, you realize—you don’t want to. And neither does he.

♡ BEAUTIFUL

SUMMARY: You’ve always been a little different from Rafe. While he hides behind anger and pride, you wear your sadness like armor. But Rafe doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t know how to fix it, and it frustrates him more than he cares to admit. Tonight, he’s determined to show you that he can make things right, but the question is: will you let him?

♡ VIOLETS FOR ROSES

SUMMARY: You loved Rafe Cameron once. Maybe, in some twisted way, you still do. But when you walked away, it was because you finally chose yourself over him. Now, he’s back—standing in your doorway, whiskey on his breath, refusing to let you go without a fight. And part of you hates that it still feels like he owns a piece of you. Because even when you’re standing tall, heart hardened, he knows exactly where to touch, exactly what to say. And Rafe has never been the type to let go of something that belongs to him.

♡ DEALER

SUMMARY: In the throes of addiction, you find yourself ensnared in a toxic relationship with your dealer, Rafe Cameron. Each encounter blurs the lines between need and desire, transaction and intimacy. After a night of blurred boundaries and shared vices, you awaken to an empty space beside you and a silence that amplifies your isolation. Desperate for connection, your calls go unanswered, leaving you to confront the void left in his absence.

♡ THUNDER

SUMMARY: Rafe is different when he’s with his friends. Condescending, dismissive—someone you barely recognize. But when you’re alone, he’s soft, sweet, the man you fell for. It’s not until the older Kook wives give you a knowing look that you start to realize: this is what happens when you date men like him.

♡ WILDFLOWER WILDFIRE

SUMMARY: You grew up in a house where love was conditional, leaving you soft, eager to please, and terrified of rejection. When Rafe enters your life, he offers a sense of protection, something you’ve never had before. His love feels safe at first—he showers you with affection, making you feel special. But as time goes on, his temper and possessiveness emerge. What once seemed like care starts to feel suffocating.

♡ NECTAR OF THE GODS

SUMMARY: Rafe Cameron was never meant to love you—at least, not in a way that was safe. It started as a game, a fleeting obsession, but somewhere along the way, it became something darker, something he couldn’t control. You tried to leave. You tried to resist. But Rafe doesn’t let go of what’s his. And now, you’re both lost in each other, drowning in something as intoxicating as it is destructive. Because love like this? It never ends—it only consumes.

♡ LIVING LEGEND

Rafe Cameron became a legend the moment he left you behind. Fame, fortune, and recklessness shaped the boy you once knew into a man untouchable by consequence. His name dripped from tongues like honey, his face painted on magazine covers, his reputation whispered in dimly lit rooms. He was everywhere—except where you needed him most. You told yourself you let him go. Then he came back. And now, the past isn't just knocking at your door—it's standing in front of you, six feet of trouble wrapped in nostalgia, asking if you ever really stopped being his. Loving a legend always comes at a cost. But losing him? That might just be worse.

♡ CHERRY BLOSSOM

SUMMARY: Rafe Cameron has always struggled with loneliness, but when you, an older woman, enter his life, he begins to rely on you in ways that blur the line between love and dependence. As he pulls you deeper into his world, his need for you becomes suffocating. What begins as a comfort, a safe space, soon turns into something darker, with Rafe unable to differentiate between love and obsession. You try to help him, but as he clings to you more and more, you wonder if you’re saving him—or if he’s pulling you into something you can’t escape.

♡ SWEET CAROLINA

SUMMARY: Love isn’t always perfect, but it’s constant. And through every moment—the fears, the doubts, the late-night lullabies—one promise remains: we got you.

[revelboo]

I have been loving all your writing, binging every night I ain't got work. Still enjoying the chapters of TFA Op, such a lad. Love the blog so much I gotta come out of my hiding to yell about how much joy this blog brings, hell even sometimes sneak in a read AT work I just can't wait. Also had to yell cause I got a new addiction cause of you, look at this LMAO Now Blue has a special spot in my heart by Scorponok

Ignore the quality my phone is a nice potato and I live in the dark. TIME TO GET 2 MORE :D 21 bucks ain't bad

Bluestreak! The little guys are addictive and I’m glad you enjoy my nonsense!

Ah… the doom music kicked in as soon as I tried to swap out one of Meg’s hands… I absolutely remember why the only RED figure I had was G1 Soundwave now..

Alcohol Eyes Pt 9

Rumble x Reader, Frenzy x Reader

• Hearing a drawer rattle behind you as Frenzy grumbles in his own language, you drink your coffee. Even not understanding his language, you’re almost positive he’s still complaining about the tiny sip of your coffee he’d tried. And immediately spit back out, carrying on like you’d poisoned him until Rumble had punched him in the arm. They’re too cute and all yours. After the shower, you’d put on a warm silk robe in the hopes of getting them to behave long enough to let you eat some breakfast. “So are you guys space invaders or do you come in peace?”

• “Depends,” Frenzy mutters, smiling wickedly when you look his way over the top of your cup of nasty, dirt water. “Your name Peace?” Pleased when you snort and start coughing and laughing, waving a little hand. Can’t really believe they’re doing this. Taking you home with them. You’re placing your trust in them and that’s sobering, because he’s never actually been responsible for anyone else. Or at all. Choosing impulse, mischief, and fun every time. He’s not even sure he can take care of someone else. But Rumble, he’s the responsible one. Well, slightly more responsible anyway.

• Watching you hide a smile behind your cup, there’s a whisper of concern twisting through the warmth inside Rumble. Because he’s not sure how Soundwave is going to react to this. The boss is always fussing over Starscream’s little human and all of the other cassettes are almost positive Soundwave’s a bit too attached. But his cassettes taking a human for a mate? Asking the boss to come fetch the three of them so they can get your stuff to the Nemesis? That’s going to be awkward, isn’t it. “Maybe we should ask Thundercracker for a lift home?” He asks Frenzy, smiling thinly at you when you glance at him. That Seeker isn’t as big a jerk as the others. And they haven’t pissed him off recently.

• What’s that look? Glancing between the brothers as they share a look and Frenzy slowly nods. “No one has a clue where you are or what you’ve been doing, huh?” And when they both frown, you know you’re right. “Your alien boss going to be okay with me, babe?” Because they both look very uncomfortable. “Cause I’m not into the scalpels and needles kind of experimentation.” Want that very clear, because you enjoy this between you three, but know absolutely nothing about them really.

• “No one’s touching you but us,” Frenzy growls, tensing at your words. But, as small as you are, they’re not a lot bigger. Much smaller than the rest of the Decepticons. They’ve just always had Soundwave to back them up if they got into too much trouble, but can they depend on him to protect you, too? Looking over at Rumble, he watches his brother’s jaw clench. Seeing his own determination in Rumble’s expression. You’re theirs. And Primus help anyone that messes with you. Hooking his arm around you, he tucks you against his side and rests his head on top of yours when you lean into him.

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Prof!Price

"No."

"Please!"

"I said no." She passed her hands through her hair, feeling frustrated that her lover wouldn't listen to her.

Professor Price was sitting behind his desk at his home, grading some work he was going to do in the university, but decided to bring it to his apartment. His glasses were low on his nose, his face was serious, and the floor lamp that decorated the corner of his office was dimly on, giving him an intimidating aura. Everyone who looked at him for the first time would've been intimidated just by his presence.

Everyone except his lover, of course.

The same one that's standing at the other side of his desk, asking a favor. "Please, I need you to do a reposition to my class for the last quiz."

"Why?" He said without looking away from the papers he was holding.

"Because my grade wasn't good!" She said, pointing at herself. Price just lets out a bitter laugh, finding that comment funny.

Sometimes, she forgets who's she's talking with.

Sighing, he dropped the papers on his desk and finally met her eyes. His heart skipped for a second, seeing how beautiful she was with his white shirt and some shorts. Her damp hair was a clear example of what they were doing and the reason why Price was doing that paperwork so late at night.

"Love, I know all your grades by heart. Your last quiz was perfect. " He said, taking off his glasses and intertwining his fingers on top of his crossed legs as his back rested against his chair.

"I... I know, but still I-..."

"Are you doing this for you or your friend?" Her mouth closed into a thin line as she started to feel the embarrassment creep up to her cheeks. Price sighed again when he immediately picked up why she was asking him that.

He pushes his rolling chair backward, making space between him and his desk as he tapped his broad thigh with his palm. "Come here, love."

With short steps, she gets closer to him until she is just in front of his legs. Her hands were together, fingers fidgeting with themselves thanks to the nerves. Price slides a hand to her lower back and pushes her down until she's sitting on his lap with her legs on either side of his thighs.

He tried to look into her eyes, but she was looking everywhere except his. She didn't have the balls to look at him after he caught her true intentions.

Price placed his fingers under her chin, caressing her skin softly, feeling the little bump of a tiny scar she had there from a long time ago. "Love... look at me." He said, putting more pressure on her chin to make her look at him.

Slowly, she raised her eyes to his, finally meeting his icy blue orbs. "Don't ever try to hide your beautiful eyes from me."

She swallowed.

"Relax, darling. I'm not mad at you for that request. You know I don't have any problems changing my methods of studying or making things easier for you, it's just... We're talking about your friend...and you may know her, but I don't. And I don't want you to go this length for her and then later put you in trouble."

His voice was calm and tender to her, with nothing but the purpose of making her understand his point. He could do it without any complaints. His lover could ask him to fail everyone in the university, and he will do so without any explanation.

But this is another case.

Price doesn't know if it's just because she's his lover, and that's one of the basic things a couple has, or because he's much older than her (even though she's an adult), but he has this feeling of protection everytime he's around her. That strange sensation to keep her under his wing because there's people with bad intentions, and they want to tarnish her pure and bright soul.

He doesn't know if her friend knows about their relationship. She could be using his lover to get better grades.

"Oh... I didn't think about that. B-But... She's a really good friend! I may not talk to her a lot, or we haven't been going out with a few friends, but she helped me a lot with other classes. S-So I thought I could help her this time even if it's anonymously..." She explained, feeling a little nervous under those shiny blue eyes.

His hand went under her shirt on her lower back, feeling the softness of her skin. He just stared at her for a few seconds, thinking.

"Does she know we're in a relationship?"

She shakes her head sideways with a few strands of hair falling in front of her face in the process. His hand softly grasped those strands and put it in the back of her ear, caressing it softly after. "Are you sure, Love? I don't want to find out later that she's using you to get better grades."

"I swear, John. No one knows about us."

He looked into her eyes, trying to read her. She wouldn't lie to him that easy. He knows her better than she knows herself. He has memorized every single detail of her, every single thing she likes, she hates, and her expressions. She was telling the whole truth.

Price sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a second. "Okay... I'll do it for you. I will give the class another chance to take the quiz and give them the option to choose the quiz that has a better score."

A big smile grew on her face, making him grow a little one on his lips. She quickly passed her arms around his neck and hid her face, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you so much! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

He lets out a little laugh, tightening his grip on her and giving her a kiss on her scalp.

She has him wrapped around her pretty little finger.

And he knows it.

[Prof!Price Masterlist here]

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The Arcturus Missions

Part Twenty Four - Closer to Home

Part Twenty Three

———

There are projected to be at least seventeen planets or planetoids that have oceans or internal oceans, most of which are covered in ice. There are fifty four that are orbiting their star close enough that could facilitate liquid water instead of frozen.

Earth’s surface is around seventy-one percent water, where oceans hold around ninety-six and a half percent of all the planet's water. The water also exists in water vapor, through rivers and lakes, as well as in frozen form such as that of glaciers and icebergs. Further, water exists in the ground both in soil moisture and aquifers.

Lastly, humans are made up of roughly sixty percent water along with other materials. 

It is possible that years before, Cybertron had non-acidic water both on the surface of the planet and the undersurface, though now most if not all water that exists on the planet is acidic. 

All the rainfall and snowfall on Cybertron is acidic and harmful to cybertronian life. It has been lost to time whether the water on the planet has always been this acidic or not. 

—

Shuttle trips usually happened early in the morning, before night turns to day, so that everyone can get some rest on the trip before any potential fight. More than half the mecha aboard were asleep, but Sunstreaker and Bluestreak were still talking over a private comm.

Bluestreak was hiding his smile, eyes closed but still viewing the visual feed that Sunstreaker was sending him, head leaned back against the headrest of the seat, “I don’t mean offense, but life on your planet sounds so hectic.” Sunstreaker smiled, shrugged a bit while finishing off his food, “I think that’s just because our lives are so short comparatively.” He sighed a bit, brushed a hand through his curls.

Bluestreak onlined his optics briefly to look at Sunny’s, well, mech before offlining them again, “Don’t talk about that, please.” His voice almost wavered and Sunstreaker held his hands up, nodding a bit, “RIght, right. No talks about my impending doom.” He chuckled lightly but shook his head. 

“Blue, you know what organic life is like. You’ve seen more of it than I ever could, it’s not a topic we can simply avoid.” Sunny sat back on his cot, rubbing at his jaw a bit, and Bluestreak sighed deeply, “Please, just any other topic.” Nodding, Sunny looked down for a moment. 

Nodding again, Sunny looked back to the camera, “Why on Earth, sorry, uh, just why does everyone seem to be in on some inside joke about us?” Blue sat silently for a moment, a long moment, one which started to concern Sunny if he was being perfectly honest, “Blue?” Bluestreak cleared his throat a bit, “Sunny, I think we're landing, uh, you might want to get hooked back up.” “Ah.” Nodding some, Sunstreaker goes over and turns off the camera, “Talk to you in a minute then.” Before disconnections from the comm.

Blue sat there in silence, optics still offline even as his face burned with embarrassment. 

It took a moment for Sunstreaker to get around his suit, frowning down at it, “This is what’s going to kill me Blue, and there is nothing you can do about it.” So he started to pull on his assistance suit, wincing as it pinched and pulled.

The suits themselves weren’t terribly light, light enough to walk around in, even outside the mech but heavier than normal clothes. It was more similar to wearing kevlar head to toe, plus a riot helmet. The bottom half was always the easiest part to go on, it didn’t have any connection. Everything after that was another story. 

With the chest section next, it was hard to maneuver into, a solid piece that was designed to protect the vital organs and spine. Sunstreaker winced as the magnets activated against his shoulders, pulling lightly as the suit found the connectors under his skin. Those were his least favorite, the ones he couldn’t see, couldn’t scratch, and would never be removed. 

Next was the arms, which only became a different component in later iterations of drift tech, like what he and his brother had. Hound and Breakdown’s top sections were chests with light sleeves, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had armored sleeves. He got the left side on first, not wincing as the magnets found the connections in his shoulder and upper arm. Wincing when the physical connectors shocked him.

”Damnit.” It was rare when there would be a shock or a misconception like that.

Unclipping the arm, he adjusted the position and connected it again, not wincing this time before doing the same with the right arm. 

Last was the helmet, which had a connection to the upper part of his chest, reinforcing the spinal connection throughout. 

This was both the easiest and hardest part. Easiest for it was what truly connected you to your mech, made it to where you’d forget you were piloting a several ton machine around instead of being the machine. Hardest for it had the most connections, the external implants, the things that ooze and bleed when fighting overuse and the most painful connection point.

He slipped the helmet on and headed over towards his chair as the magnets found the connectors, sealing to the implants with a sickening squelching sound from the discharge. A shock ran through Sunny’s system as he got into the chair, grabbing several wires and cords to connect to his shoulders along with the base of his helmet.

Not every suit required the hard wire in, some people were able to have just their connections to the assistance suit and the piloting chair, but some people needed that little bit extra help. Usually the people that didn’t last long as pilots. Sighing, he brought up his visual feed and reactivated his audial processing.

Most mecha were still asleep, though it was clear that they were descending now. Bluestreak sat forward, holding his rifle and staring at the ground, probably waiting for Sunstreaker to be back in his seat. Smiling a bit, Sunny shifted and looked to Blue, “Do you know what planet this is?” Blue glanced over and smiled a bit, barely.

”Unfortunately, I think the only mech that knows that is Ironhide and Skyfire. It’s gotta be some place significant though.” Shaking his head slightly, Sunstreaker sits back, “Why?” Bluestreak smiled now and rolled his eyes, “Cause Skyfire is a pacifist. Less Starscream kicked him out of his own hab, again, he’s probably here to collect samples.” Sunny nodded and sighed.

Over the loudspeakers came a voice with a thicker accent than Sunny was used to among Cybertronian’s, “Alright mechs, this is your commander speaking. We are going to land on, whatever the pit this planet is called, in a few klicks. Enemy is already visible on the horizon so we’re probably going to come out of this guns blazing. We’ll set up camp later. Be ready.” When the audio cut people started to move. 

Sunstreaker stayed seated, only adjusting the position of the blades on his bracers with a slight sigh, glancing out the corner of his eye at Bluestreak as he was adjusting the scope on his rifle. Holding the absurdly large gun with such ease that it brought a slight smile to Sunny’s face.

The landing was touch, they hit the surface and bounced twice, the mechs around them swearing loudly, “You know just cause he’s a shuttle doesn’t mean he knows how to fly a freight shuttle!” Someone across from Blue and Sunny shouted at the front. It got only a few chuckles as the shuttle finally settled on the surface. 

Ironhide came out of the cockpit, waving his hand, “Oh shut up, everyone listen up. The surface of this planet is not great, it’s granular so I’d recommend adjusting your seams if you can. If you’ve ever been to New Kaon, it’s like that but well, you’ll see.” Many mecha groaned and started to adjust. Sunstreaker ran a diagnostic to check his seams before looking up at Ironhide, “Civi, you’re with me.” Sunstreaker stared at Ironhide and muted his mic, “Fuck.” before standing.

Although he stood taller than Ironhide, the mech was still intimidating. They moved over to the large door and Ironhide looked to Sunstreaker, “Go ahead and open the door Civi, you get to be the bearer of bad news.”Nodding, Sunny moved to hit the big red button, “Yes sir.” It was going to be at the very least, a long day. 

—

Sideswipe, Breakdown, and Jazz were the last ones left in Iacon. Prowl was away doing only god knows what for the Prime, and they were all getting rest before they’d have to ship out.

To put it nicely, Sideswipe was pouting, his arm in a sling to ensure that his shoulder would heal properly and not further injure itself. With Sunstreaker gone now, he was left with the two people who wouldn’t help him weasel his way back out of the apartment. Breakdown, who was still on bed rest so was of no help, and Jazz who was worrying like a mother hen.

When Jazz had gone through overuse, he hadn’t had a way to try and alleviate it. So he was reinforcing the need to not be in the suit, mostly trying to keep Sideswipe occupied now. Sideswipe was staring at the ceiling while Jazz was telling him the story of one of the many battles he’d been in when first arriving here. 

It was unbearable, at least for Sideswipe. 

—

The big door slowly lowered to the sand, revealing an oddly familiar sight to Sunstreaker, who was staring open mouthed at it. Ironhide sighs, resting his hands on his hips, “Well, tell them the bad news Civi.” Nodding a bit, Sunstreaker looks back at the mecha who were still getting up, “Uh, right. So, it appears we're on a planet with a lot of water.” Every bot groaned loudly and several swore again.

“Oh my primus, that is a lot of water.” Bluestreak was staring out the now open door, frowning at the expansive horizon, glancing at Sunstreaker, “Have you ever been to a place like this before?” Nodding again, Sunstreaker smiles sadly, “Yeah, something like that.” He sighed slowly and started down the ramp. 

Ironhide was still standing at the top of it, “Civi, where do you think you’re going?” Glancing back, Sunstreaker gestured at the water, “To the ocean, sir. If you don’t mind?” But he didn’t stop moving even while Ironhide started to follow, “Actually, I do mind kid. Now stop fragging around.” Sunstreaker reached down and ran his hand through the water, collecting some for a sample. Ironhide swore and grabbed his shoulder, “Kid, stop that! I’m serious.” 

Looking over his shoulder, for a moment Sunny really wanted to hit Ironhide in the face with the water before the diagnostic report popped up and he sighed. Standing and shaking off his hand, “It’s salt water. Only thing it’s good for is surfing and swimming.” Ironhide stared at him, “What?” With a shrug, he flicks what little water was left on his hand at him.

The look Ironhide gave was enough to make Sunstreaker take a half step back and Bluestreak to come over, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Right, so, water planet. Not great, so why are we here?” Diverting the topic would only get them so far.

With a deep sigh, Ironhide looks out across the water, “We don’t know why the Quintessons are here, what they want, or why they are staying above the water. For now, we’re supposed to watch and protect the shore line if we can.” Sunstreaker stared at the horizon, at where a scout ship was just hovering above the water.

It looked straight out of the pictures, just like the graining news feed, the moment that his planet had been invaded. 

He couldn’t just stand there and let it happen to another planet, “When are we going out there to kill them?” His voice was gruff, hands flexing with anger, “We’re not, Civi. It’s too dangerous plus the water is corrosive.” Ironhide was staring out that way too, frowning, “But I don’t know why they aren’t attacking us yet.” Sunstreaker glances at him, shaking his head and moving to help the others with unloading the shuttle. 

Though it was obvious to him, it wouldn’t be to any of these people, none of them had grown up watching the broadcast in schools. None of them had grown up watching the pilot program grow and heroes arise from nothing. Not a single one of the mecha around him knew this is what it looked like when the Quintessons were planning an invasion of a planet.

Sunstreaker had studied it, every pilot did, trying to find the tells of these alien invaders. He’d studied it before his parents died, for a research project on modern history, he’d built a damned diagram of these things for a grade. 

Setting down the crate, he was breathing heavily, his blood boiling. They were standing around doing nothing for a planet that looked so much like his own. Standing on the coastline for a moment he could remember the feeling of sun and a breeze on his skin, surfboard in hand while Sideswipe flirted with some of the girls on the beach. Board shorts instead of assistance suits, open air instead of his cockpit confinement.

The entire shuttle was nearly unpacked when he started to come out of his angered stupor, having just been moving crates from the ship to the sand, on autopilot and stewing darkly. 

Earth or this planet, he wasn’t going to let it happen again, he adjusted the oxygen levels in his suit and adjusted the seams before starting towards the water. 

It was as soon as the water hit his feet that he adjusted his stance, his cadence to wade out into the ocean as he’d done hundreds of times before. He could hardly hear the murmuring of mecha behind him, eyes focused on the ship in the distance, this was not a mistake he’d let his species make again.

“What are you doing Sunstreaker?” Ironhide was standing at the shoreline shouting as Sunstreaker was around waist deep in the water now, moving deeper and activating a certain setting. Sunny turned on his comm, glow of the visor shifting, “I was designed to fight in these specific conditions Commander, sir. I’m originally from a place called Florida back home, I was designed to be not only in the ocean but to fight in it.” He glanced back at the shoreline, where everyone was watching him like he was insane.

Good, he’d rather be considered crazy than not be considered at all. 

—

The waves were washing up over Sunny’s shoulders and his cockpit had cooled down significantly the further out he got, running scans to show all the nearby organic life. Ironhide was still shouting in his ear, but he was focused. 

It was too much like home, it was too much like the past he hadn’t been around to stop. If he could stop it from happening here, then it would give him some sense of peace in this crazy life. The ship wasn’t far now and that was made very clear when a laser light hit his shoulder, “Oh shit.” The ocean around him exploded as he dived under the water. 

Too much like Earth, so much like the news footage they watched in school, it was bringing back the strongest memories that were trying to drag Sunstreaker to the ocean floor. 

Most explosions were around him and he was just barely avoiding them, kicking at the water to get closer to the ship, to hopefully mess with its tracking. His comm was muffled from the water, the voices on the shore garbled and unclear. Though it was clear at least one voice was in fact screaming.

Sunstreaker’s helm broke the surface, cockpit still submerged but dry, though he still took deep gasping breaths as if he’d actually been underwater. It took Sunny a second to reorient himself, finding the ship significantly closer than before and it was easy to smile, “Not much further, come on Sunny.” His voice was quiet, comm still garbled as water was pooling.

A single scout fell from the opening hatch of the ship, it probably was one of maybe two on board, and it hit the water a few yards from Sunstreaker who stared for a single moment before starting to kick his way over, nearly growling.

One of the blades on his arm connected with the things beak, slashing through part of its face and spraying green gore across Sunny’s yellow plating, turning it a sickly brown but it didn’t matter. It dove at Sunstreaker and they both went under the waves.

—

Bluestreak had his scope trained on the horizon while Ironhide paced at the shore line, everyone else had been ordered back and kept at a distance, “He’s reckless.” Ironhide glanced at Bluestreak, who was watching through his scope, “As you’ve said, he’s a civilian. This is probably what he did back home.” Blue winced when he saw a large splash and a yellow ped appear over the waves.

Sighing deeply, Ironhide turned back to the fight in the distance, frown deepening, “What’s a Florida?” Bluestreak laughed, lowering his gun to look at Ironhide, “That’s been eating you alive, hasn’t it sir?” Ironhide harrumphed. 

—

Tentacles were wrapping around Sunstreaker as he fought the Quintesson, one arm pinned to his side but the other still slashing at the damned thing. It was bleeding everywhere like a person stabbed and turning the water green from its stunning clear blue.

Sunstreaker was struggling a bit, his cameras were starting to blur from the water and blood mixing together, his foot coming up to try and catch the side of the alien. Getting one tentacle caught in the crease of his knee, he pulled till the appendage came off. The Quintesson scout screamed.

It was trying to drag him deeper into the water, keeping one arm pinned even as Sunny was tearing it apart, blades cutting into its skin, leaking blood like it didn’t need it. It was almost funny when it wrapped a tentacle around the neck of his mech.

His blade and arm went into the alien with a screeching of metal, and all Sunny could do was grab whatever was there then pull.

It exploded, not literally but just about, its internals splattered across Sunstreaker and the ship above them as the thing screamed and thrashed. Grabbing hold of it the best that he could, Sunstreaker hauled himself up and out of the water, looking up at the ship before turning to look at shore. 

Though Sunny couldn’t see him, he knew Blue was watching out for him so he gestures to the ship above before shifting his stance the best he could to jump. A series of gunshots hit the hull of the ship which lowered towards the sea out of defence, just enough for Sunstreaker to jump and grab the edge of the opening, pulling himself in. Disappearing from sight.

“Who’d have thought the inside would be as ugly as the outside.” Sunny mumbled, moving through the space carefully, arms up and ready for an attack. The ship wouldn’t have moved if the Quint dead in the water was the only one. 

The cockpit didn’t really have a visual of the outside, but it did have a Quintesson to kill. So, Sunny dragged one of his blades along the wall, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard before he grinned as the thing turned, “Hello ugly, do you regret coming here yet?” And he dove on the thing.

It died quickly, cleaved in half, splatting the space in green and its tentacles curled tight. Sunstreaker was caked in gore, it stuck in his seams and stuck to his plating. Then the ship listed and Sunny slammed into the wall, grunting as he hit it and it jarred him in his chair. That moment brought him back to reality, back to clarity and he stared down at his gore covered hands.

Or well, his suit's gore covered hands. He wasn’t on Earth, they had been sent to observe and he had completely violated that order and handled the threat single handedly, mostly, “Shit.” He wasn’t even sure when he went from thinking clearly to thinking like, like…

It wasn’t even worth mentioning, “Shit.” And the ship hit the water.

———

A/N

So, I’m sick. I wanted to post this chapter hours ago but I just finished it. It really isn’t beta read, I might come back through and fix it when I feel better, but I really wanted to post my Sunny chapter.

But yeah, I am sick. I thought I might be better but I simply am not. I found out the hard way people with pots can’t take Sudafed without feeling like dying and having a resting heart rate of like.. 100. It was miserable today.

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The Color Blue - Chapter 3

image taken from @ lovevivianne on pinterest; borders created by @anitalenia

Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.

Warnings and Content: fem! reader, slightly ooc! (?) gojo, mostly fluff with a smidge of tension, cat :), small signs of past mental and physical abuse, violence, death, guns, knives, bit of blood, explosion caused by gojo’s technique, mentions of bruising and choking, brief threats, bits of trauma after an attack, healing myself a little after season 2, sharing a bed, gojo teasing, brief argument, reader says something about her not caring if she dies but doesn’t mean it, cursing, gojo has scars, cuddles and secret kisses :)

Author's Note: Hello everyone. This chapter has been a long time coming, and I apologize that I fell off the face of the earth. More of that will be explained later. However, I want to thank those that did message me and have been enjoying this story so far, but we know how life can get. I had a great time writing this during what little time I had, and it's also a little longer than my usual chapters. So, without further ado, here's chapter 3 !! Remember to catch up on The Color Blue if you haven't done so before reading !! For those of you who I may have forgotten to add in the taglist or would like to be added, comment below!

Word Count: ~8.8k

Apparently, even The Strongest got the jitters. Satoru didn't think it was possible, yet here he was, his leg bouncing as he sat in the back seat of the car as it pulled up to the long, winding driveway of the estate.

He would admit to himself that he was counting down the days, and then even the hours, until he got to see you again. It felt ridiculous at this point, the quickening heartbeat knowing you were getting closer by the second, the smile he tried to hide whenever you crossed his mind.

And the... other thoughts he had of you over his trip as well. He had those a little more than he was willing to admit in your absence.

The driver pulled up to the front entrance and Satoru retrieved his duffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He went up the steps, opened the door...

He frowned when you weren't on the other side. He thought that maybe you would greet him in the foyer. Oh well, just meant he would have to go looking for you. Satoru started with your kitchen, then the living room... maybe inside your bedroom?

He opened your door, calling your name. Immediately, as if startled, you jumped up from your bed, hands behind your back, the book in your lap clattering to the floor. Satoru's eyebrows raised at your sudden movement.

"W-welcome home, Satoru! How was your flight back?" you exclaimed. Something must be-

"Mmrreow..."

A cat's soft purr sounded in the air.

"Whatcha got there?"

"A book...?"

Satoru chuckled and smirked, his arms now resting at his sides. "I don't think that was a book..."

Your face scrunched up as your arms moved from behind your back. "Please don't be upset..."

You revealed a small ragdoll cat, probably only a few months old, it's singular eye scanning before it landed on Satoru. Satoru gasped and, like a child being presented with a new toy, threw his duffel bag aside and took the cat into his arms.

You've never heard a grown man squeal. That being said, your worried face softened into a grin.

"When did you get this little cutie?" Satoru laughed, turning the cat over in one arm to pet her little stomach.

"W-well... you told me before you left that... your money is my money, and I've always wanted a cat. I made sure I did my research, though! I bought her from a shelter, and made sure to get her the required vaccinations-"

"Does she have a name?" he exclaimed, handing the cat to you.

"I named her Sugar... if you don't like it, we can-"

"Sugar! Awww, that's the perfect name!!" he cooed, petting Sugar under her chin, her right and only eye squinting as she purred. "She already likes me too..."

Sugar moved out of your arms to lay on your bed as you strode to reach for a book on your dresser. A book for taking care of kittens, he realized. "You don't have to worry about taking care of her. I have her food ready for the next few months, the best kind I could find for her breed and age, and I already have her litter set up in the laundry room. I'm keeping her toys in my room as well," you explained, already paging through the book to support your points.

Satoru looked at you from where he started to kneel at the foot of your bed, getting up close and personal with the new feline friend. He admired your sudden commitment, but... "You don't want my help?" Satoru questioned, cocking his head.

"Well, I figured since I'm the one who bought her, I should take care of her. I don't want to inconvenience you," you answered, clasping your hands with the book in front of you.

"It's not really that much of an inconvenience. The only reason I never got one before was because I felt bad that I was almost never home. But now that you're here, it makes it a lot easier. It's not like you got a dog," he reasoned, now standing to full height while petting across the fur of Sugar's back. "If you really want to take full responsibility, that's fine, but I don't mind helping. I just can't promise I can or will want to change the litter."

You let out a small laugh. "I'm okay with that then..."

After a few moments of silence, you picked up your gaze from the floor, a soft smile on your face and a question on your tongue, only to see Satoru looking at you already.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He had such sweet eyes, like blue cotton candy, and the way he looked at you with them was even sweeter. A small blush warmed your cheeks as you averted your eyes. What were you going to say again?

"Something wrong, pretty girl?"

"W-what? Oh, no, I was just... going to ask how your trip was?"

Satoru shrugged. "Meh, nothing out of the usual. Just a few grade ones here and there, but finding a special grade was a little interesting. I took care of that one too. Oh, and there was this one store-"

Satoru ended up ranting about all of the new stores and restaurants he tried out for an hour, even if you did remember some of these places from your short, daily phone calls. He even paused to retrieve something from his bag at one point: a delicate antique comb with pearls in the handle. A gift, as well as something that reminded him of you.

You took it from him to arrange in your jewelry box. You found it quite absurd that Satoru was telling you more about his leisure time that he spent in Kyoto rather than the curses he fought. You couldn't tell if he was just trying to spare you the gruesome details, or he if really didn't feel like it was that important to talk about. Perhaps to him, these curses were like stones on his path to be kicked or flies he shooed away from his face, barely worth mentioning. At least, that's what it seemed like to you.

It scared you a bit.

"(Y/N)?" Your thoughts broke as he said your name, one of his hands resting on Sugar as he sat by her and the other resting on his knee while he looked at you. "You good?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine..."

"Really? You don't seem like it..." Satoru expressed, now rising from your bed to walk over to you. Since he had left, you had forgotten how much taller he was than you. "Is everything okay? I never got to ask how you were here without me..."

Your face shifted as he said that. "May I confess something?"

His eyebrows raised. "Yes, go ahead."

You held the book in your hands close to your chest. "When... when I first started to live here, I found your presence... unwanted and... a bit frightening. I got more accustomed to it and... as we became friends it had become normal. But when you left for this mission, I didn't realize how used to it I had gotten. So much so that... sometimes, when I found myself eating or going about the house or cleaning our living spaces, I would suddenly feel... I felt-"

"Is this your way of saying you missed me?" Satoru interrupted, a smug grin reaching the handsome planes of his face.

Your face flushed. "W-well, yes! But, what I was trying to get to is that-"

"I can't believe it. (Y/N) actually likes me! Maybe she won't move across the world from me after all, haha!!" Satoru gasped sarcastically before pumping his fist in triumph, to which you huffed. Satoru snickered, ruffling your hair. "Heeey, it's okay. You can admit that you missed your darling, awesome husband."

"Not just my husband. My friend," you returned, a grateful smile gracing your features. He mirrored that same smile, his hands on his hips. After a beat too long, you sauntered past him back to Sugar, who was now curled on your bed. "That being said, I think we should celebrate your return."

"Celebrate?" Satoru's eyes followed you as you walked, subtly taking the shape of your waist as you moved and shoving the ensuing thoughts deep down.

"Yes, as both a welcoming party for Sugar and for your return home," you replied, taking the slumbering kitten in your arms. "Also, mostly because I haven't had anyone to cook for this past week."

Satoru picked up his duffel bag and followed you out the door towards the stairs. "Surely that isn't the only reason you missed me?" he laughed.

"Well, nothing else is coming to mind," you joked right back, turning to him. Satoru looked back at you wide-eyed, an opened mouth grin forming on his face. Did you just... go along with one of his sarcastic gags? Telling by the little hidden smile you were giving him, you were.

This was new.

Satoru just huffed and shrugged, taking a step past you to open his bedroom door. "I think I'm rubbing off on you, pretty girl. Maybe I should've stayed away longer..."

You tried to hide your flush by avoiding eye contact, the sudden drop in octave in his voice causing you to go warm. He saw it anyway. Almost expected it at this point, given how predictable your reactions were. He stepped through his bedroom doorway, duffel bag on his shoulder once more, the epitome of smug satisfactory on his face.

Until you gripped his hand, looking up at him with eyes that could bring him to his knees. "I'm glad your home, Satoru."

It was the first time that you had ever initiated such contact. You knew it of course, and so did he. He clung to that unspoken fact, that knowing bit of trust and maybe something a bit more, as he engulfed your hand in his, giving it a small, warm squeeze.

"Me too..."

The two of you decided on a savory curry recipe for dinner. Nothing too fancy, but still delicious. Satoru chose to use the time as a way to try and test out that new found humor of yours, smiling to himself when he would get you to laugh or reply back with something witty. He'd been waiting to see this kind of side of you for a while, one that you had originally kept reserved, or maybe didn't even know that you had at all.

While eating, Satoru asked what you had been up to when he was away. "I was keeping up with my usual tasks. Nothing too special..." you said, looking down at your plate as you spooned some of the curry.

Satoru stared at you as you did, a small frown on his face. "So you didn't get out at all or do anything?" He also wanted to question why you couldn't seem to look at him right now, but he pushed the thought aside.

You shook your head, taking a bite. "Other than running errands or picking out Sugar, no."

"Well, maybe we should-"

Satoru paused.

You looked up at his sudden silence. "Satoru?"

He shushed you immediately, causing you to bite your tongue. He stared ahead, as if peering right through the wall ahead of him. He was peering right through the wall, using his Six Eyes. You could tell by the feint bits of cursed energy seeping into the room.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, Satoru peeled himself from his seat, his expression suddenly hard. The staff had gone home for the day already, Sugar was sleeping under your feet... What could he possibly be going to check?

"Stay here," he murmured, his voice low. His tone sent a shiver of fear down your spine, not just because of its command, but for whatever the reason could be to change his demeanor so suddenly.

"Satoru, what is it-" you began, your voice hushed and brow furrowed. "Stay here," he growled, his head snapping in your direction as you barely rose from your seat. You complied, inching back down. "I'll be right back."

And with that, he moved, keeping a brisk pace as he opened the door that led to the rest of the estate, and shut it behind him. Worry began to coil in your gut, the thought of what could be so wrong that Satoru would have to just get up and leave. A few seconds passed, then a minute, more minutes...

You couldn't take it. You had to know something. Even if Satoru instructed you to stay put... as long as you didn't leave your shared part of the house, it would be okay, right? You rose from your chair slowly, the wood scraping against the floor as you padded over to the door at a snail's pace, an anticipatory feeling curling in your gut. Fear, something you knew almost all too well. It didn't help that your inner thoughts at the moment were your father's voice, laying out possible consequences and outcomes-

And yet, you grabbed the handle and swung the wide oak door open. Nothing but the dark hall and the stairwell beyond it greeted you.

"Satoru?" You thought that maybe he was playing a thoughtless prank, trying to scare you all for nothing. You almost expected him to pop out from behind you for a moment. No response.

You sighed, turning to shut the door, just before Sugar slipped past you, running. Of course, after her nap her boundless energy would push her towards the one place you didn't want her to be. You lunged forward to grab her, but the kitten only ran further away, as if daring you to catch her in some sort of game. If Satoru saw her, he would know that you must have opened the door at some point!

"Sugar!" you called, running down the hall after her.

"Who wants to tell me how you found my home? First to speak up dies last."

None of the thirty armed men standing in the garden said anything, sticking to aiming their useless guns. Satoru stood before them, arms crossed, the only thing between them and the house. And you.

"Okay, how about an easier question. Who hired you and how did you get past the wards?"

Wards had been placed all around the estate centuries ago when it was first built. No one had ever gotten past them. Until now.

It was almost embarrassing, too. None of these fuckers had any cursed energy, yet he had sensed them creeping through the treeline during dinner. He would've paid it no mind, since the barrier created by the wards should have stopped them. But they had walked right on through, and the barrier probably tickled them with a shock at best. He'd have to check their integrity later. But for now...

"Do I have to treat you like my students and pick on one of you?" Satoru snickered, a hand on his hip. This was a waste of time. The sooner he could get past the easy part, the sooner he could continue dinner with you and figure out who had sent these idiots so he could pay them a surprise visit. He didn't appreciate unexpected guests, especially while in the company of his wife.

Satoru sighed. "Okay then, you." Satoru pointed to one of the men on his left, and the man's arm twisted and exploded in blood and bone, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream. The men replied with open fire, to which Satoru easily blocked with his infinity.

Some of them refrained for a moment, realizing that this was no ordinary target, and that he was no ordinary man. The men stopped firing altogether, bewildered, and watched as the bullets clattered to the soft grass in front of him as he dropped his infinity.

"Should I ask one more time?" Satoru seethed lowly, stalking towards the group. A few of the sensible ones backed away a few steps. One man began to shake.

Satoru turned his head in that man's direction, watching him. The man cried out, and fired off his automatic rifle in a fit of terror, the bullets catching some of his team. The others began to fire with reckless abandon.

Satoru began to take care of them quickly, trying not to waste too much energy as he moved between each target. Move, apprehend, strike, kill, repeat. Move, apprehend, strike, kill, repeat. Each bit of blood he poured only hit the infinity barrier he kept up and blew off like rain on a windshield. But he needed to keep one alive-

There. One was running back through the trees; a coward then, someone likely to confess. He made quick work of the rest, before running after the escaping man not too far into the surrounding forest.

Satoru caught him by his shoulder, ripped his gun away, and flung him to the ground, putting his shoe to the man's chest. "Talk."

"I-I don't know-"

"Then know. Or you'll end up just like the rest."

"But I can't. I won't. He won't let me remember-"

Satoru's head inclined. "Who?"

The man beneath him let out a shaky breath, pointing back towards the house. A knife was thrown from that direction into the man's neck. Satoru's eyes widened, looking back and-

Someone was dragging you through the back garden doors. They had cursed energy.

Satoru teleported back in a heartbeat, right behind the person, bared hands going to wrap around their neck-

But they reacted too quickly. The person, a woman, whirled you in front of herself, holding you up by your neck as a shield. Your choking made Satoru see red.

"Not so fast, Limitless," she purred. "Step back, or I snap her neck."

It would be so easy to snap hers instead, but he didn't know her technique. He didn't know what she could do to you. He complied reluctantly, and the woman set you down and let you breathe before gently resting a jagged dagger against your throat.

The woman was clearly a cursed user of some kind. Tall, form fitting, her muscular body contrasting the elegance of her red kimono and feminine face. She flashed him a saccharine smile. Whoever she was, Satoru didn't recognize her.

"So nice to finally meet you," the woman careened. "Your wife and I have already gotten acquainted." She pressed the knife closer towards the soft expanse of your neck, the sharp edge tickling your skin. You winced.

"Satoru-"

"It's okay, (Y/N)," he breathed out. But it wasn't okay. He had been a damn fool, telling you stay in the house, unprotected. No, he was a fool for following that last attacker into the forest. He was only there to draw him out, so this woman could slip in undetected. "Why didn't you stay in put-"

"That was my doing, actually," the woman smiled, raising her other hand from your nape. Satoru tensed, but instead Sugar appeared from beside her. The woman moved her hand in a circular motion, and Sugar mimicked it, spinning at the same speed of her hand before walking off. "A little party trick. Mrs. Gojo seems rather fond of the animal, so I figured she would rush to protect it when it "decided" to run off." And lured you to the garden just so she could pluck you out.

So, mind control. That was her technique. Satoru huffed. "I will admit, I haven't seen that one before. But what do you want?"

The woman shrugged. "Why don't you guess?"

Satoru's eyes narrowed, trying not to let his slight panic get to him as he saw tears begin to slip down your face. She would pay for that. "Well, lots of people have their reasons. There's always a price for my head, so it could be that, but you seem pretty smart. You know you can't kill me," the woman grinned, "so you went for her. And now I have to... give you something, I presume?"

"Perhaps." The woman began thrumming her fingers on your collarbone. "It is something that you have. Try thinking a little harder."

Satoru crossed his arms, making a show of trying to come up with an answer. "Well, I do have a lot of money, but with your talents you don't seem to need to get it from me. I have valuable information on a vast variety of top secret jujustu subject matters, but really, you don't have to go through me to get those, and, even if you did, I really don't remember anything important, I mean, c'mon look at me. Sooo... other than that I would assume you're trying tooooo get my attention? In which case then, oh, I'm flattered and you seem like a nice gal, but I'm a married man so... what do you want?"

"I want her, dumbass," the woman growled, clearly upset by Satoru's rambling. She pressed the knife point underneath your chin, your chest heaving as you groaned. "Do you know what people would do for Death Immunity? What anyone would-"

"Oh, well, you could've just said so," Satoru grumbled. "Anyway, she-"

A thousand blades lunged at light speed from the trees, all aimed for him, which he deflected without a thought. He turned his head to look at them once they had clattered against the concrete, the knives identical to the one the woman was holding against you. "Geez, did you do that? Where were you keeping all those?" He put a hand to his head, trying to peer into the direction they came from.

The woman's demeanor went from peeved to panic when her surprised attack failed, clutching you tighter in her grasp, her grip beginning to bruise along your collarbone.

"Well, as I was saying," Satoru continued, turning back to the assailant. His eyes briefly took in the woman's nails digging into your skin, his voice rumbling a shade darker. "She's already mine, so I'm afraid you've come here for no fucking reason, other than to get killed. So, without further ado-"

Satoru raised his arm with killer quickness, a blue flash from his hand near blinding you as he aimed and released it into the woman's face. Before the blast could fully take, he pulled you to his chest, turning and shielding you both with his infinity as the woman's head was detonated so fast that her vocal cords were incinerated before she could scream.

You let out a painful sob as he pulled you to his chest firmly, hunching over you with an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. Only when he felt the implosion recede and heard the woman's body thump to the ground did he stand fully and let you turn around. "Are you hurt-"

Your first reaction was to look behind him to where the woman's corpse was still smoking, or what was left of it. "No, no, don't look," he murmured, forcing your head back into his chest. You were a mess, breath heaving, sobs racking your throat, eyes puffy and still crying fat tears.

" 'M sorry! 'M so sorry-" you choked.

"Don't apologize, you're okay now. I've got you. You're safe," Satoru whispered, trying to ground you, rocking you side to side as he cupped your face firmly, bringing his forehead to yours. His hands were warm, so unlike that woman's. Thumbs wiping your tears, he stroked your cheek as if it was the only thing able to pull you back to reality. "You're safe. I've got you."

The investigation at the Gojo estate started within an hour of the attack and was still ongoing the next morning. Members of Jujustu High's Tokyo staff came to help with investigation and cleanup. After they debriefed you, Satoru asked Suguru if the two of you could crash at his apartment for a while, just until he was sure that the location of this estate and the others under the Gojo name were secure. Suguru agreed, leaving with you in tow so you could get some rest and to make sure you were well protected.

Now, those involved in the investigation met in the estate dining room. The chandelier light played off the ancient mahogany walls, overshadowed by the streams of golden sunlight bleeding through the skinny, arching windows and glinting against the many colored alcohol bottles sitting on the flight of shelves against the opposite wall.

Nobody reached for a glass though.

The first one to speak was Ijichi, having entered the room minutes after everyone else. "We have identified the female curse user," he said, passing off a matching folder to each person sitting at the table. "Her name was Kawate Kiko, a curse user who has been hired by many crime organizations and other private buyers for her skills, both in hunting humans and curses."

"And her cursed technique was mind control?" Yaga began.

"No."

All the heads turned to Satoru, sitting cross legged, eyes unreadable behind his glasses. He had switched out his t-shirt and sweats from earlier to his official uniform. "It wasn't mind control. She was able to manipulate knives telepathically at rapid speeds, at numbers probably close to 100."

Shoko set down the file. "Do we have any clue who may have hired her and these men? Or what their motive may have been? Perhaps she hired them to help her."

Yaga grumbled. "Well, if someone didn't blow her face off-"

"Sorry that I didn't give a fuck. Not when she was holding a knife to my wife's throat," Satoru said lowly and firmly. The room went quiet before he sighed and spoke again. "Things don't add up. The men, we know, were all ex-convicts and low lives of local Tokyo crime rigs, with little to no connection to one another or any part of the jujustu world. They would have had no reason to suddenly band together for a hunt like this, especially with someone of Kawate's caliber. Secondly, the man that I hunted down in the forest said he didn't know why he was there and that someone, a he, was preventing him from remembering. Not she. And with 30 non-curse users getting through the estate ward barrier with guns and armor they had no money to possess... there had to have been someone else here tonight with those assets and that technique. Someone with enough caliber to hire someone like Kawate to play along with them. Someone behind the scenes of everything."

"But I thought they were after (Y/N). Why the hell would the other guy not show himself after Kawate was killed?" Kusakabe grumbled.

"Cowardice? Maybe realizing that the entire operation was an impossible job and decided to flee?" Shoko proposed.

Yaga leaned back in his chair. "What doesn't make sense is that someone must have had access to these wards or known how to manipulate them. No one else has access, right?"

Satoru shook his head. "I'm the only person alive that should know how to work mine, but that doesn't mean someone somehow could have been taking the time to study them and learned to break them. But that would also require an insane amount of energy, not to mention the knowledge behind such ancient artifacts."

"But who would try that when they know you could detect them from miles away?" Kusakabe countered.

"I wasn't home this past week, and (Y/N) can't detect them," Satoru pointed. "They must have done it then."

"Do you know who was here, then?" Yaga questioned.

"(Y/N) never mentioned visitors. I could always ask her to see," Satoru replied. "Anyways, tell my students they have the next week off. Little impromptu study week. I'm going to find the clowns that started this," Satoru groaned, stretching as he pushed back his chair. "You guys can handle the rest here, yeah? I'm pooped."

"But this is your house-" Yaga protested, but didn't continue as Satoru meandered out the door.

Suguru let him in to his complex at 9:26am, riding up the elevator and walking down the hall to his place. Satoru always envied Suguru whenever he walked into this apartment, that he had a place to be truly his. Well, as much as Mimiko and Nanako, his adoptive daughters, would let him, with their free range on the decorating. Suguru had saved the two of them with Satoru's help from a village that meant to imprison and abuse them. Shortly after, Suguru had bought this place with what money he had amassed over the years, a home for him and the girls, one where they could heal and form a sense of new identity, Suguru included. And for him, that meant taking the two seven year olds under his wing.

Suguru said something about how had he had been going over the reports that Ijichi had dropped off before he arrived, and while Satoru was happy to catch him up, he just wanted to talk to you, see how you were holding up.

"I think she's still sleeping," Suguru informed, probably sensing his unease. "She didn't end up going to bed until early this morning. She wanted to go take a walk, but I convinced her tea would be better. That was at 4am, and I haven't heard her since."

Satoru thanked Suguru, and walked down the narrow hallway to the guest bedroom, one that he had grown accustomed to staying in when the estate felt too big and he felt too lonely. He pried open the door softly, peering through the crack to see your form under the blankets, and stepped inside. He made quiet work of changing out of his uniform, picking out a pair of pajama pants you had folded and neatly packed into his duffel bag before you left, and sat on the edge of the bed opposite of you, the bed creaking under his weight.

He observed how you were curled into a fetal position, your arms wrapped around a pillow (that he instantly grew envious of), and while the sight would have made him smile, he could see the other things too. Your hair looked unkempt and limp, you were still wearing the same clothes, and he couldn't smell your usual vanilla and lavender bath oil, meaning you probably didn't shower. Besides the wanting to take a walk, Suguru never mentioned you wanting to cook or read or maybe even clean, activities that Satoru had known you to do when restless or stressed. You probably only passed out from pure exhaustion.

He hated he couldn't have been here sooner. Hated that he told you to stay inside. Hated he didn't just deal with the problem as soon as possible before they could draw you out like that. Hated that he had just come home and now you both have these other problems to deal with.

He was going to have ask you more questions when you got up too, but for now... he needed sleep. Badly. Didn't even care how much he needed a shower right now or that he was about to sleep next to you in the same bed for the first time.

Satoru got under the blanket, the bed just big enough for there to be about a foot of room between the two of you. He turned on his side and stared at your back, wanting to close that distance so desperately, to pull you right into his chest, into his arms, and to feel your warmth and your breathing against him to remind him that he was next to you, and that you were safe. To feel your hair against his face and neck, your skin underneath his fingertips.

Instead he just stared. And then slept.

When Satoru awoke again, the sun was already setting. As soon as he arose to look for you, Suguru's girls were already dragging him down towards the living room floor to stick butterfly clips and extensions into his hair. It wasn't until he was able to turn in the direction of the kitchen that he saw you stirring something over the stove as Suguru stood next to you, a drink in his hand as he spoke softly. To his surprise, you replied to each thing he said with equal calmness.

Shortly after the two of you had married, Satoru did want to introduce Suguru to you, but after seeing how you reacted to being around just him, he didn't want to put you into a situation you might be uncomfortable with. However, it seems now that maybe Satoru didn't have to worry. You two appeared to have similar personalities anyway. He's surprised he didn't think of that to begin with.

Even as the girls stepped around him from where he sat, Satoru could barely make out the bruises from where Kawate had gripped you whenever you turned to face Suguru, who seemed to have gotten you onto the topic of whatever dinner you were making. Good. Getting your mind off the past 24 hours will help you to better process everything later, when Satoru would inevitably have to ask more questions.

It was odd. Normally, you would let him know you were having visitors coming over the second you knew. Unless since he was gone you decided to not tell him, or maybe they came over unexpectedly? Whoever they were, they would only be able to study the wards from the inside, so anyone who would have visited the estate is a potential suspect. His staff had all been questioned that morning and ruled out as well, so it had to have been anyone you had contact with from outside the estate wards.

And what was Death Immunity-

Satoru's thoughts were interrupted by the girls shoving a handheld mirror in his face for him to look at his new hairdo, the white tuffs of his hair being littered with colorful bits like confetti frosting. "Wow, you two, I'm gorgeous! What's next? My nails? My face?" Satoru exclaimed, touching up his hair and making faces that made the girls squeal in fits of giggles.

"How about dinner?" Suguru chimed in, arms crossed as he stood before the three of them with a smile. In the background, you were busy pouring whatever was in the pot into bowls for the five of you, adding ice cubes into the girls' portions.

Satoru stood, letting Nanako and Mimiko drag him into a chair between the two of theirs as you and Suguru sat across from them. Suguru helped you carry the bowls filled with a veggie and beef stew to the table with glasses of water to drink. The spirited conversation of the children kept the table from going completely silent, which Satoru was thankful for, but he kept his eyes on you throughout most of the meal, watching as you smiled sometimes and nodded but never really gave much input into anything. He knew you were still trying to work through everything that happened. In fact, given your reaction, maybe last night was the closest you've ever actually been to death. The jujustu community had become so desensitized to it that even he forgot to check in on how the view of a smoking corpse or the feeling of a blade to your skin may have affected you.

Soon enough the two of you were beginning to hand wash the dishes, Satoru giving Suguru a thankful nod as he guided Mimiko and Nanako to their rooms when they tried to pull Satoru back to their makeshift salon. You and him fell quickly into a rhythm, with you washing something before handing him it to dry, the light over the dining table behind both of you providing enough visibility.

"Geto is a nice man. Those girls seem to appreciate him as well," you murmured, taking Satoru a little by surprise. He didn't expect you to speak up.

"Yeah, he's a good guy," Satoru replied. "A great sorcerer too as much as he is a dad. I'm lucky he's my best friend."

You hummed and smiled to yourself. "That's good."

After a moment, Satoru snickered, "So, you think he's attractive?"

You furrowed your brow, holding the newly washed dish away from him as you turned your face in his direction. "Satoru, that's not funny."

"You're not denying iiiitt~" he sang, smiling wider and pointing at you with the towel.

"No, I don't think that. Why would you say that?" you muttered sharply, handing him the bowl you had in hand before reaching for the soap to scrub the pot. "Well, you two seemed to be chatting it up over here while you were making dinner," he teased, laughing to himself. He didn't even know why he was asking these things. He knew teasing you was normal, but why about this? Why now? Of course he wanted to take your mind off of things but-

"He was talking to me about you, Satoru," you replied, a slightly hardened look on your face. "I don't want you to think that-"

"Think what? That you might have feelings for someone? Shh, it's okay, I won't tell," he whispered with a laugh. You were talking about him? "Really, (Y/N), your secret-"

"Satoru, why are you asking me this?" you interrupted, handing him the last pot. "Why are you..." You shook your head before continuing, opting to walk to the bedroom you two were sharing. "Wait, (Y/N)-" Satoru set the pot into the sink with the towel, his large steps quickly catching up with you as the two of you stepped through the doorway. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." "I know," you murmured, gently sitting on the bed. "I know you're just... trying to take my mind off of things, which I appreciate. But-"

"Yeah, I shouldn't have done it like that, I know. That was a kinda dick way to do it," Satoru said, scratching that back of his head. You grit your teeth, folding your hands in your lap. "It's okay... I understand." After a pause you added. "I've been worried for Sugar this whole time." "She's okay. We just want to be sure she's safe before we can have custody of her again. And don't worry, Shoko has cats of her own. She knows how to treat them good." Satoru made sure it was Shoko that got to examine Sugar and not someone that would cut her open and dissect her like some common animal. You nodded along to his words, staring at the wall ahead.

"I... the other sorcerers at Jujustu Tech. They wanted me to ask some things... if that's okay. If not we can wait till later-" he began. Maybe be shouldn't bring this up now. "Didn't they already ask me questions?" you muttered. "Yes, but..." Satoru kneeled in front of you were you sat, taking your hands in his. You almost had to stop yourself from letting out a laugh at the butterfly clips still in his hair. "(Y/N), it's imperative that you answer me honestly when I ask this."

Your eyes met his, your eyes narrowing in confusion. "Ask what? What more is there to ask?"

"Was there anyone that visited you during the time I was gone? Anyone that normally would not be at the house?"

Your mouth opened to speak, the answer clearly on the tip of your tongue. "W... why? Do you think they did this? How? Was it not somehow that woman that you-" "I don't know, (Y/N), but what I do know is that if there was anyone you would have known about being on our property that is otherwise not welcome, they may have had a hand in destabilizing our wards, and I want us to be safe so we can return." Satoru squeezed your hands once more. "Was there anyone?"

You bit the inside of your cheek. Once. Twice. You sighed. "My brother, Keisuke."

Your brother? "Why did he come?"

You shook your head. "No, Satoru, he would never do anything like this-"

"(Y/N), I'm not saying he did but I need to start somewhere so that I can ensure that you and our home is safe. You understand, right?" Why were you so defensive suddenly? What did your brother do there?

"It wasn't his fault. There was no way he would have had any involvement! He wouldn't want to-"

Satoru stood. "You were almost kidnapped! You could have died-"

"And so what if I did!"

A beat.

"What."

Your hands clasped over your mouth. You looked like you were about to apologize. Satoru kneeled slowly. "(Y/N)." Your fists clenched. You were probably holding back tears. "(Y/N). Don't you ever, ever, say something like that about yourself." "I'm sorry-" "Don't apologize," he hushed, now moving to sit beside you, an arm around your shoulders. "Just... you don't have to." The two of you paused for minutes, not saying a word. He suddenly began to feel guilty, both for his teasing and for pressing you for details when the attack barely happened 24 hours ago. Hell, you could have died not too long ago, and now he was treating you like this. "We can talk about this later," Satoru murmured. "It was wrong of me to bring it up." "No... it's alright," you whispered, hands coming to fold in your lap. "I'm sorry for arguing with you and... for my outburst." "Don't sweat it." "Is this what's its like to have an argument? And to then forgive immediately after?" "Yeeeep." He added a little pop at the end. "It feels wrong. But civil. But... wrong." "Well, that's because most arguments just feel wrong. I like to think of them as passionate conversations, albeit sometimes with more hurtful comments or name calling." Satoru stood and started walking to the bathroom. "But we didn't call each other names..." you murmured. "We can right now if you want stinkybutt," he replied, turning to lean against the doorway while crossing his arms. He nodded in your direction. "Okay then... uhm... asswipe." "Woah, bringing out the big guns I see." Satoru placed a hand to his chest as if hurt, a playful grin on his face. "I didn't even know you knew how to curse, old lady!" You dropped your mouth in a playful shock. "Well, I'm just imitating the best potty mouth I know, pompous bitch!" He snickered before firing back. "You little asshole!" "Bastard!" "Fucker!" "Dick!" "Motherfucker!" "Dick for brains!" "Pretty girl..." Your next insult halted in your throat, his little purr of those two words forcing a red shade to your cheeks. Before you could react, he spun into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it with a click. "H-hey, that wasn't fair!" you protested, getting up from where you sat on the bed. "What?! Can't talk right now I'm taking a shit!" he yelled back, the shower turning on immediately afterward. You just shook your head, smiling as you sighed. You changed into your nightgown, figuring you might as well lay down and wait until he was done so you could brush your teeth. Was it really only a few minutes ago that the two of us were fighting? The conversation shifted so quickly. Did he do that on purpose? While almost any argument you had ever had ended quickly, it was almost never forgotten nor forgiven. Its reminders sometimes stayed on your body for days at a time. Either way, you were grateful. He was so good at distracting you from things, even things like near death experiences. Distractions. Was this what this was? You still went to bed feeling lonely each night, but the next day he made you forget that you ever did. Maybe that was all you needed, all that anyone ever needed. To go to bed lonely, wake up, interact, forget, and then remember. You spent so much of your days alone before all of this. Does this mean you've become something normal? Perhaps. But was it still normal to feel incomplete?

You were so busy contemplating and staring at the wall that you didn't notice Satoru beginning to sit on the other side of the bed beside you, hair free of butterfly clips. Your thoughts broke when you heard the bed creak, making you turn over to face him.

His shirtless body was backlit from the brightness of his phone screen as he sat on the edge of the mattress. As he scrolled, you quickly noticed the faint scars that were littered across the impressive expanse of his back. Were they from trainings, or from actual battles? Either way, you were surprised that he had any at all because of his technique. You assumed this whole time that his skin would be completely unblemished from any kind of visible injury. Not that you're thinking much about his skin...

Your thoughts were broken again when he plugged his phone into the charger on the nightstand and turned it off. Despite your panic, you didn't move from how you were laying.

Satoru didn't seem to mind. He stretched his arms above his head, shoulders and biceps flexing, as he turned and got underneath the covers. He snickered when he found you already looking at him. "See something you like?" Satoru muttered deeply, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows for effect.

He didn't need a light to be on to be able to see the color on your cheeks, but he chuckled as you tried to turn away all flustered. "Hey now, I'm just joking. I'm sorry." Satoru placed a hand to your shoulder, motioning for you to face him again. The skin of your shoulder was surprisingly cold, but that didn't take away from its silken feel. You shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek as you murmured an apology.

You'd never shared a bed with anyone in your life. It was odd, but with Satoru, you didn't feel too uncomfortable luckily. You've heard horror stories about other women sharing beds with their husbands. The snoring, the problems with space, being too hot or too cold, too many blankets and pillows or too little, the types of mattresses they preferred, etc. While you did share a bed with him last night, there was no telling if he had any of those issues since you were already asleep when he came to bed.

However, you did remember how he looked when he was still asleep after you woke up. It was... too peaceful of a look for a man that had just killed for you less than 24 hours before.

He had killed for you. And now you were sharing a bed with him.

Killed. Well, you knew way before marrying him that he had done such before. Why does this suddenly change your perception of him?

Yet despite that, you assumed he was a sound sleeper, which you could be thankful for even though you probably will not have to share a bed with him much in the future. It's quite interesting that an attack is what led to you both doing so for the first time. You'd like to wonder what would have had to happen for you to see him asleep like that without the current contexts.

What a weird thing to think about.

"Goodnight (Y/N), sweet dreams." "Goodnight Satoru."

Before long, you were realizing it was going to be very hard for you to fall asleep. You tried counting your breaths to focus on doing so, something that would usually have you out in no time.

You counted up to 256 before deciding to give up.

Your head turned to where Satoru was laying with his back to you, his breaths steady. Once again, your eyes caught the scars of his back that barely peaked over what the blanket covered.

You let out a heavy breath.

"Satoru." "Mmmm?" He's awake. "How did you get the scars on your back?" "Oh y'know," a yawn, "mostly sparring and whatnot. Maybe a curse here or there." "Oh." "Oh?"

You paused a little. "I thought... your technique prevented others from being able to touch you. I thought that..." "That I was indestructible?" He chuckled, his voice low. You shifted a little. "I'm sorry, I-" "No, it's fine. You don't have to apologize for asking." After a moment, Satoru added, "As you probably... have noticed, it's important for me to be able to defend myself without my technique to aid me, to prepare for any worse case scenario. Lot of these are curtesy of Suguru being too rough on me, heh. But... I was never always a full expert when it came to my technique, contrary to what most people believe. I had to become an expert. These just show part of the path to doing it."

You hummed in response.

"But don't worry, they don't call me The Strongest for nothing. I'm fully capable of protecting-" Satoru paused when he felt your fingers brush his shoulder.

Just before he could register it, you quickly moved them away, withdrawing your hand beneath the covers. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate."

"No," he murmured, shifting himself to face you now, his head propped up by a hand as he reached to grab your hand and place it right over his heart. For a brief moment, he thought of yesterday when you had grabbed his hand, but now, he was going to take further advantage of your touch. You stared at where his palm held your fingers against the expanse of his chest, his skin warm and dare you say inviting.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, your open gaze locking onto his sincere one, "just because my technique prevents others from touching me doesn't mean I don't like to be touched."

Your mouth slightly agape, you took in the planes of his handsome face illuminated by the rays of a streetlight coming in from the window, hitting the blinds and creating stripes against his face in the dark. One of those stripes hit his eyes, which you took in first, and made your way down, observing the clean slope of his nose, his shaped lips, down the curve of his neck, to your hand being pressed into his chest by his larger one, and back up.

The way Satoru looked at you then, he knew. He knew that you needed him, but not in some passionate or carnal way, but in a way that someone wants cream and sugar in their coffee, or a candle in their book nook on a rainy day. Something familiar, yet more. And even if he had just killed someone yesterday for you, to protect you, he was still the person that you found comfort in each day, that made you feel somewhat worth something more than a last name a potential asset.

"You look cold." The timbre of his voice could have probably warmed you from the inside out, but only for a moment.

"Yes, I think so."

"Then c'mere pretty girl."

Did Satoru expect last night to go the way it did? Definitely not. But when he felt you take the little extra initiative to barely touch his back, he knew he had to make it go that way.

He didn't anticipate or really want anything more than just the cuddling. It didn't take long for you to warm up and fall asleep, listening to the sound of his heart. He was surprised that you didn't ask why it was beating so fast, let alone fall asleep as swiftly as you did while having to hear it.

But he was right, your body did fit perfectly against his. Your head had rested against him sweetly, cushioned by that spot between his chest and shoulder. His arms had wrapped around you, his hands finding purchase on your back and waist. The position of his chin on your head gave him perfect access to kiss your forehead if he wanted to, but he didn't want to push the boundaries too far.

Okay, maybe he ended up giving you two anyway. He tried to hold out and lasted probably about 30 minutes. He just couldn't help it! Not to mention, you smelled so good-

He was half tempted to give you another one right now as you two lay here the next morning, with you still blissfully unconscious. On the nightstand behind you two, your phone began to buzz with a call. Whoever was trying to get you awake right now could go to hell. He didn't want this moment to end.

However, even after the person had called you another time, and then proceeded to leave four more texts, Satoru figured he would see what the fuss was about.

He strained to reach behind him, careful not to disturb your slumber, as he grabbed your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, he smiled at the already established lock screen of Sugar before noticing the messages.

Keisuke Kamo

Hey, glad to hear you're alright. Just heard about the attack last night.

Keisuke Kamo

I know I had just visited recently, but we need to talk. In person, preferably.

Keisuke Kamo

Just call me back when you can so we can set something up. Please bring Gojo Satoru with you too.

Keisuke Kamo

Please (Y/N). This is serious...

Turns out Satoru wouldn't be able to enjoy your brief solace for much longer.

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thanks for being patient <3

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Moment of Suspicion

(image creds: to the owner)

pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x03 "my name is trouble" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: none.

*read previous part here!

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A week later, [Y/N] came to an empty home from school. After grabbing a snack, she decided to do some reading before starting her homework.

Just as she finished up a chapter, her phone rang from next to her on her bed. When she saw the caller was Spencer, she frowned in worry. Placing the bookmark on the recent page, she closed the book before answering her phone.

"Hey, Spence," she greeted, placing her book on the nightstand before sitting up on the bed again. "Everything okay?"

"Hey, [y/n/n]. Yeah, everything's fine!" Spencer answered rather enthusiastically, which made [Y/N]'s brows furrow.

"Alright, Spence, spill," she said in a playful stern voice and heard Spencer sigh on the other end.

"I may have called you to ask a favor," the brunette answered slowly.

"Sure, what is it?" asked [Y/N].

"Toby's working for Jason and I'm really worried," Spencer explained. "Can you check on him for me, please?"

"Wait, since when did Toby start working for Jason?" [Y/N] questioned, surprised.

"Since this afternoon," Spencer replied.

"You don't sound too happy about it," [Y/N] said.

"How can I be?" Spencer sighed. "For all we know, Jason could be hiding Ian, protecting him, in that creepy house."

"Spence," [Y/N] sighed this time. "I still don't think Jason would want to help his sister's murderer."

"Then, how do you explain the shadow I saw in his house yesterday?" Spencer challenged. "[y/n/n], I was right outside talking to him when I saw someone move upstairs. And, he told me he lived alone. He was clearly lying."

[Y/N] remained silent, processing Spencer's words. She still didn't believe Jason could be helping Ian hide.

However, she did find Jason's sudden return to Rosewood pretty strange. It was true that he didn't owe anyone explanation; yet, his cold demeanor towards her friends confused her because she had thought he had changed after working on Ali's memorial with them.

"Hello? Earth to [y/n/n]?" Spencer interrupted her from her thoughts.

"Sorry, I'm here," [Y/N] replied, shaking her head, hoping to remove her suspicious thoughts regarding Jason. "But, yeah, I'll go check on him."

"Thanks so much, [y/n/n], I owe you one," Spencer breathed out.

"No problem," smiled [Y/N]. "But, I have to ask you something."

"Sure," Spencer replied.

"You literally live right next door to Jason," [Y/N] spoke. "Why not just peak and make sure Toby's okay?"

"I tried," Spencer sighed out. "But, I couldn't see anything."

"It's okay," [Y/N] chuckled. "Alright, I'll check on your defenseless boyfriend and update you soon."

"You're very funny, you know that?" Spencer deadpanned.

"Sorry, I just had to," [Y/N] giggled. "Don't worry too much, alright? I'm sure Toby's okay."

"I'll try," Spencer replied. "Thanks again, [y/n/n]."

"Of course, talk to you later," [Y/N] answered and the two said their goodbyes before hanging up.

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Once [Y/N] got near the DiLaurentis house, she noticed a shirtless and sweaty Toby first, who seemed to be hard at work with a shovel in his hands. With another few steps, she noticed Jason who was dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and faded denim jeans as he placed some heavy bags in a wheelbarrow.

She took a deep breath in to calm her racing heart as she walked closer to the two men. Her steps must've been quiet because neither Toby nor Jason took notice of her, lost in their work.

"Hello," she greeted, causing the two men to look up at her in surprise.

"Hello, [Y/N]," Jason greeted her back with a smile, standing straight as Toby did the same.

"Hey, [y/n/n], what are you doing here?" Toby asked, resting his hands on top of the shovel.

"A little birdie told me that you got a job so I figured I'd stop by and say congratulations," she replied, hoping her breathy voice didn't give away how nervous she was -- especially with Jason's gaze on her.

"Is that little birdie's name Spencer?" Toby asked, smiling mischievously.

"Of course, not," [Y/N] said, a little too fast for her liking. "Haven't you heard? My friends and I are spending some time apart. Doctor's orders."

"I just saw you guys together recently," Jason replied before Toby could and [Y/N] looked at him. She knew he was talking about the time he caught the girls sneaking out at night a couple of days ago.

[Y/N] looked back at Toby, who had a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"I wonder if that was before or after the doctor's orders," he commented.

"It- it was before," [Y/N] replied slowly and shifted to look at Jason when she noticed Toby didn't believe her words.

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone," Jason chuckled, holding up his hands. A few moments later, he cleared his throat before asking, "I'm gonna grab a drink. Do you guys want something?"

"I'm okay," Toby replied just as [Y/N] said, "No, thank you."

Jason gave her a smile in return before turning to walk inside the house.

"Alright, [y/n/n], what are you really doing here?" Toby asked quietly once Jason had disappeared inside the house.

[Y/N] sighed and walked closer to Toby, glancing at the closed door of the DiLaurentis house once.

"Spencer sent me," she admitted, making sure to keep her voice as quiet as Toby.

"I had a feeling," Toby sighed.

"She's really worried," [Y/N] said.

"Why is she so scared about me working for Jason?" Toby asked in genuine confusion. "I mean, he's been nothing but nice to me so far."

"She thinks he's hiding Ian," [Y/N] whispered, taking another glance at the shut door.

"That's insane!" Toby said a little loudly when [Y/N] shushed him.

"I don't know what goes through your girlfriend's brain," [Y/N] shrugged playfully.

"What do you think?" Toby asked her suddenly.

"Sorry?" [Y/N] frowned.

"Do you think Jason's suspicious too?" Toby questioned her and [Y/N] dropped her gaze from his for a moment.

"He hasn't really given me a reason to be suspicious about him so far," she finally said, looking up at Toby, who nodded at her in understanding.

Before Toby could reply to her, Jason walked out of the house, carrying out a trash bag with him.

"I would invite you guys in but the place is kind of crazy," he said once he was closer to Toby and [Y/N].

He threw the bag to the side when it opened and several bloodied gauze fell out of it.

[Y/N] stiffened in her spot and her eyes widened at the sight. She looked at Toby, who looked at her, concerned. She had a feeling Toby might've been reconsidering their conversation and to be honest, so was she.

"Uh, I cut myself," Jason explained with an awkward chuckle, rubbing his palms in his jeans.

"Hope you're okay now," [Y/N] said meekly once she was able to get some words out.

"Yeah, it was just a small cut," Jason replied and [Y/N] nodded.

"Well, I should get going now," she said, slowly backing out of the DiLaurentis yard. "It was nice seeing you two. Good night."

"Good night, [Y/N]," Jason answered.

"Thanks for stopping by, [y/n/n]," Toby told her with a smile. "Text me when you get home, okay?"

"Will do," [Y/N] smiled back at him and gave one last wave to Jason before turning around and making her way towards her home.

While walking, she sent a quick text to Spencer, letting the latter know that Toby was okay. She decided to keep the suspicious-bloodied-gauze from Jason's trash to herself as she knew sharing this with Spencer would make her friend go on a dangerous hunt to know what was up with Jason.

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[lostgirlmuseum]

Maced

Maced

Summary: You think someone’s following you and you mace them. Turns out it’s just Bucky. 

A/N: this is my first ever fic im posting, so please be gentle with me, I know I have a lot of growing to do. This is just for fun!

Words: About 1k

Bucky x Reader

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“Stay back!” You screamed, spinning lightning fast and unleashing the spray into the perpetrators eyes.

“DAMN IT!” The man screamed, bringing the heels of his gloved hands to his eyes. “God! Fucking hell–” he roared, falling to his knees. 

That’s when you finally realized who this man was. 

“Bucky!” 

“Fuck! What the fuck!?” He ignored you, groaning as he rested his forehead on the concrete ground.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was you! Why were you following me?” You waved your hands around apologetically, but the damage had already been done.

“I wasn’t following you! GAH– what kind of fucking mace is that? Christ, oh my, fuck!” 

“It’s homemade!” You cried, unsure of what to do. You had never seen Bucky so distraught and helpless before. It was an odd sight to see such a large man all but rolling on the floor in pain.

His nonsensical curses and mumblings continued, his hands still clawing at his eyes.

“Cmon Bucky, I live right around here, let me get you inside and then I can help you.” You pleaded, about to pat his shoulder but deciding against it. He was writhing in pain and you felt guilty enough, worried that even touching him would make it worse.

He didn’t give an intelligible response, but he did make the effort to start standing up, albeit slowly.

You asked him if you could guide him, to which he just grunted, and you took that as a yes. Holding onto his side, the two of you walked thirty feet to your apartment building. Luckily, the elevator was already on the ground floor, so you were able to go right up to your floor.

After helping him flush out his eyes at the sink, you led him to lay down on your couch. You took a seat in the chair across from him, worriedly watching for any signs of renewed irritation.

“Listen, I’ve been pepper sprayed before, but never like that. What the hell was in that?”

“It’s best if I don’t tell you.” You insisted sympathetically. 

He just groaned. You quickly tried to hide your smile.

“Listen Bucky, I really am sorry. I was walking home and I noticed someone was following me for a long time, but it was too dark to make out that it was you. I just panicked.”

“I was on my way to my apartment.”

“I thought you lived with the Avengers?”

“I did, but I decided recently that it would do me some good to have a little bit of normalcy, like having my own apartment, away from Stark tech and the chaos.”

“Oh.” It was silent for a moment. “Which apartments?” You asked casually.

“The Summits on Plum Street.” 

“I guess that’s why you followed me for so long.” He looked up at you in question. “That’s where we are right now.”

“I didn’t realize you lived here.” 

“I can’t believe I maced my new neighbor.” You laughed. “I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, at least you were trying to protect yourself.”

There came a lull in the conversation, to which you decided to check on his eyes again. You walked over to where he layed, and asked him to “let me see.”

He looked at you with his gorgeous blue—although, red rimmed—eyes. Like an ocean in hell. Or. Something. 

“They’re looking a little better,” you politely nodded, standing straight up after realizing you were getting a bit too close.

“Are you lying?”

You didn’t answer. You thoughtfully tapped your chin.

“I think I may have saline drops in a cabinet somewhere…” 

You wandered off to a cabinet, and came back with a small bottle. 

“Do you want me to do it for you?” You asked sweetly.

“I think I can do my own eye drops,” he responded, a hint of judgment lacing his tone at you even suggesting that.

You threw your hands up, signaling you’d back off, and handed him the drops. You sat back in your chair and stared off out the window. 

A minute passed before he begrudgingly spoke up. “Can you help me? Please,” he quickly added.

You obliged without a single word, already heading to wash your hands, but he still felt the need to explain. 

“It’s harder than I expected. Each time I see a drop coming, I close my eyes. I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” you nodded, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. You leaned over him, and looked at his poor eyes again.

“Tilt your head back, and look up.” You instructed. 

He did as you asked. 

“Do you want me to hold your eyelid, or do you?” You asked, realizing you should probably give him a choice to make him more comfortable.

“You can do it.”

“Okay.”

You gently pulled down below his right eye, the rest of your fingers resting on the side of his face.

“It’ll be quick,” you soothed, before doing a quick countdown and squeezing the bottle.

“Good, now the other one. Keep looking up for me.” You quickly switched hands and did the same to the other side.

“Now close your eyes and hold right here, just for like a minute.” You explained, lightly pinching the corner of his eyes. He copied your movement.

“That wasn’t so bad.” You stayed seated next to him, silently observing the details of his face. You’d never been this close to him for long enough to admire without him seeing you. The slight wrinkle between his eyebrows made you smile, as did the slight pink hue of his cheeks. Have those always been that color?

“Feel better?” You said once he peeked open his eyes.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Good.” 

AN: I hope the ending isn’t too abrupt, I just felt like writing a short little thing. Thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me. If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love a like or reblog or comment, but no pressure. ❤️ 

[peakyltd]

Hidden Secrets

John Shelby x female reader

A/N: This is the first time ever I wrote smut because I wanted to practice, so all feedback and tips are welcome!

Warnings: Smut (18+) Minors DNI 🔞 Non protected, p in v, light dirty talk, teasing, light dom/sub, a bit rough at some point, swearing It's my first try at any kind of smut so please keep that in mind 😂

Words: 5.6k

The soft sunlight peeked trough the gaps of the curtain, waking her in the process. She felt John's bare body safely pressed against her back, his arm loosely resting on her hip and his calm, soft breathing tickling on her neck.

She carefully stretched her limbs, not wanting to wake him up until she realized she might did it anyway. A soft groan left his mouth and his arm wrapped around her body to pull her closer into his chest. A smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes once more. She knew she had to go but his touch made her feel at home and spending a little more time in his bed, wouldn't hurt anybody. Her mind wandered back to the night before, it was one like no other and she wished it could've lasted forever.

They had met early in the evening at their usual spot, far enough from anyone to see them. He was waiting for her with a cigar in his mouth, leaning against the wall, surprising her with her favorite wine. They shared a few, quick kisses before they went on their way to their favorite place. A place were they knew they would be alone. It was peaceful, surrounded by trees and the flooding water of the small stream nearby was the only thing that could be heard.

"What did you tell your parents this time?" John wondered as he removed his coat and cap before he sat down in the grass next to her. "I said I was going to spend the night at a friends house. They didn't question it further." She answered while watching John, who opened the bottle of wine.

He turned to look at her, a grin on his face. "They didn't question it because in their eyes you're such an angel." He chuckled. "If they'd found out you sneak off with me, you'd never set a foot outside ever again." A giggle escaped her mouth. "Well, I should keep up the angel attitude then, I wouldn't want to miss out on spending time with you." John smirked as he put the bottle down, making sure it didn't fell over before leaning back on his hands to look at her. "Nothin' to keep up if you are one already." He leant closer to her face and kissed her softly.

She didn't necessarily wanted to hide their relationship but they had no other choice than to see each other in secret. Both their families weren't fond of each other and her parents would never accept it if she told them that she was dating a 'Shelby', as they liked to call them. John's family wouldn't approve it either, however John didn't care much about it. It made her feel quite hopeful for the future.Their future. She didn't know what it would look like just yet but it didn't matter, as long as it was together with John.

She felt a jolt deep in the pit of her stomach as he pulled away and met with his steel blue eyes. She couldn't help but stare. The worries about someone finding out they were seeing each other faded the longer she held his gaze. Her hand rested on the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. One of his hands rested on her waist as he deepened the kiss, gently nibbling on her bottom lip before he felt her lips part, granting him access. He pulled her closer while their tongues explored each other, gentle but demanding. Her breath quickened as she let her other hand rest on his chest. His hand ran over her body, bringing goosebumps to her skin. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she felt herself melt into him.

A sudden emptiness replaced his warm touch when he pulled away, leaving her wanting more. He moved down to her neck, soft kisses were left all over while his hand slid down to her thigh. His fingers ran over her covered skin while the kisses on her neck turned into gentle sucking. Her hand rested on his shoulder while the other ran trough his hair. "John..." A whimper left her lips, begging for more. The corners of his lips turned into a cheeky smirk before pulling away, pressing a firm kiss on her lips. "What is it, love?" He looked at her, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen, a sight he could never get enough of. "Did that do somethin' to you?"

She playfully pushed his chest as a smirk played onto her lips. "Shut up." A chuckle erupted from his mouth. "Let's just say this was a little preview for tonight." He grinned as he pecked her lips once more. "Really? Not much to expect then." John shook his head as he laid down in the grass, pulling her with him. A squeal left her lips. "Not much to expect? What did I just hear then, eh?" He smirked. "John..." He imitated her moan as she started laughing. "Please, you're so full of yourself." She chuckled as she sat up and placed her legs on each side of his waist to straddle him. "You know that what you're doing is kind of dangerous?" He questioned while looking up at her, his hand finding their way to her hips. "What do you mean?" She moved her hips carefully, grinding gently against his. "(Y/N) I swear to god, if you don't fucking stop-"

"Then fucking what?" Her voice sounded innocent but her smug smirk told him otherwise. John grinned as he tightened his grip on her hips. "I'm just saying that you have to walk all the way home with me tonight and that might become a little harder once I'm done with you."

A fluttering feeling took over her as she thought of the things he would do and had already done before. She licked her lips while looking down at him. "Doesn't sound too bad." She challenged, leaning over him as she pressed her lips against his, her hips moving against his. His hand moved to her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't challenge me." He mumbled against her lips as he sat up slightly. "I'm not." Her voice came out as a whisper as she stared directly in his eyes, before he had the chance to kiss her again, she crawled off of him.

"Would you like a little bit of wine to cool off, love?" She exaggerated the little pet name as she lifted the bottle of wine, a big grin on her face. John sat up, shaking his head. "I can't fuckin' believe you." He referred to her teasing. She giggled as she took a little sip. "I learned it from you, I guess." She batted her eyelashes innocently at him. A smirk tugged on his lips. "Give that 'ere." He demanded as he took the bottle from her and took a sip himself. "If people only knew what you were really like." He teased while his grin only grew bigger.

"As if you mind." She countered, raising her eyebrow. A smile on her face. "Oh no. Not at all." He grabbed her jaw between his fingers and kissed her softly. His other hand ran down her body, his fingers grazing her breasts. When he felt her leaning closer, he pulled away. "Ah I'm sorry, love. Not yet." The grin that had left his face for only mere seconds, had returned on his face. An annoyed sigh left her lips as she watched him lay back down in the grass, chuckling. He patted the spot next to him and opened his arms. "Come 'ere."

She moved over and laid down next to him, her head resting on his chest as he stroked her back. "The things you do to me John Shelby." She sighed jokingly. "And I'm not even done yet." He chuckled before kissing the top of her head. She giggled as her arm draped lazily over his abdomen. A comfortable silence fell over them as she listened to the calm beating of his heart. John's fingers gently drew circles on her skin as he looked up at the sky where stars were visible. "For how much longer do you want to keep us a secret?" He wondered, as he moved his hand up to her hair, running his fingers carefully trough it.

"It's not that I want to keep us a secret so bad." She started. "Although I must admit that it's very exciting." A smirk appeared on John's face. "I agree."

"But you know it's quite a... thing with my family. Our families." She continued her sentence. "But let's be honest, darling." John retorted, still stroking her hair. "Who fucking cares." His blunt answer made her giggle. "Well, maybe you have a point there." She moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "It's our life, not theirs." He stated as he looked at her. "I know." His words gave her something to think of. There was no one who could tell her what or what not to do but she also knew that her family wouldn't take it the right way. Maybe they should keep it a secret, just a little longer.

A few hours flew by while they watched the stars and laid in each other's arms. Many thoughts where shared, followed by even more banter. John reached for his pocket watch to check the time. "We can go to mine if you'd like?" He offered while he turned to look at her. "Are you sure Arthur is back from the Garrison? I don't want to repeat what happened the last time." She chuckled. He checked his watch again. "He must be. I mean it's late, even for Arthur."

"Then let's go." She pressed his lips against his before she got up. "I still remember that face of yours." John laughed as he got up. "I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest." She chuckled as she thought of the time Arthur almost caught her and John when they sneaked into the family house. John pushed her behind the curtains that hang in front of the doors to the betting shop while he tried to distract his brother.

She grabbed the, now empty, bottle of wine and watched John put on his cap. He took his coat and hung it over her shoulders. "We don't want you to get cold, do we?" He winked while taking her hand. A beaming smile broke onto her face. "Thank you."

"I'll replace it back home with myself again." He cheekily stated as he kissed her cheek. "I can't wait." She giggled, squeezing his hand softly. Ready to go home.

Before they entered the streets of Small Heath she let go of his hand. As she was about to take off his coat, she saw him giving her a confused look. "In case anyone sees us." She explained while he adjusted the coat on her shoulders. "It's midnight, no one will see us."

"You know how people are. They will talk." She looked up to him, trying to get her point across. "Let them talk." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, earning a sigh from her. "Come on, love. We're almost there." He encouraged her, a hint of sass in his voice. "I don't have much choice, do I?" She sighed, rolling her eyes playfully at him. "You don't." He gently pressured her forwards, walking her to his home.

Once they arrived, they made their way to the back of the house trough the dark alley. John looked up to see if he could see any lights that gave away that someone was awake still. When there wasn't, he carefully opened the back door and made his way inside. While he ushered her in and tried to close the door, it made a loud creaking sound. "Fucking hell." He whispered under his breath while locking it. When he turned around, he found her big eyes looking up at him. "It's fine, love." He assured her as he took her hand.

He lead the way trough the house to the stairs and carefully climbed up with her behind him. The stairs were far from silent but they eventually made it to his bedroom without getting caught. As John closed the door, a sigh left her mouth. He chuckled at the sight of her. "Quite nervous, weren't you?" She let his coat slide off her shoulders. "Oh please, don't get me started." She whispered, knowing how thin the walls were.

He took the coat from her and hung it over the chair that stood in his room. He put his cap on his nightstand before removing his suit jacket and vest, leaving him in only his undershirt. The suspenders resting on his shoulders. Her eyes ran over his body, eager to replace her stare with her hands soon. When she looked up at him, she found him grinning at her. "Like what you see?"

"You know I do." She smiled at him, feeling her pulse increasing. "Come and get it then." He smiled, taking her hand and pulling her close, holding her in his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she looked up at him, his loving gaze looking back down at her as his smile grew wider. She felt her stomach flutter when he leaned in before he gently connected his lips with hers. Her eyes fluttered close, hands finding their way to his cheeks as she deepened the kiss. John's hands slid down her body, eventually resting on her butt.

She felt his tongue slowly graze over her lips, asking for access which she happily granted him. He started gentle while his fingers dug into her skin. A soft moan left her mouth and her hands slid down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. She gripped onto his shirt as he softly sucked on her bottom lip, a soft groan leaving his mouth. She needed more and and she didn't want to waste any time. Her lips greedily moved against his until he suddenly broke their kiss. She looked up at him, panting slightly. "What's wrong?" She breathed out. Their lips almost touched and he could feel her breath onto his skin. His eyes scanned her face before his lips turned into a smile. A soft whisper reached her ears. "I love you." His words made her heart beat faster. "I love you too, John." She beamed.

He looked down at her lips, as he took a moment before crashing his lips on hers. His hands ran hungrily over her body while her hands desperately tried to open the buttons of his shirt. Her lips left his, only to attack his throat with open mouth kisses. She grazed his skin with her tongue before sucking softly, earning a low moan from him.

John had opened her dress and pulled it over head, leaving her in only her panties. He licked his lips before he tipped her chin up to make her look at him. "Where's your bra, eh?" The smirk on his face grew, his eyes twinkling. "Should've told me that out in the field." She grinned at him, her hand tugging on the hem of his pants to pull him closer. "I hoped you'd notice it then and there but who am I to spoil the fun?" She teased. He shook his head, the smirk still evident on his face. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy."

Just as he wanted to kiss her again, she grabbed his suspenders and walked backwards to his bed, pulling him with her. John gladly followed her. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he gently pushed her onto it. He crawled on top of her and started kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her body. His teeth grazed along her skin, sucking on her soft spot. She could feel his bulge against her core, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. He made his way down to her breasts, his hand grabbing onto them while his tongue swirled around one of her sensitive nipples. A gasp came from her mouth while her hand rested on the back of his neck. He sucked softly as his hand gently slid down between her legs, his fingers brushed over her still clothed core while putting gentle pressure on her clit.

The sensations were sending pleasure trough her body and a loud moan escaped her mouth. "Ssh, love. Be quiet." John's sparkling blue eyes met hers, he moved up to kiss her while he softly rubbed his finger in circles. She whimpered softly while she tried to keep quiet. "I know you can do it." He smirked against her lips. "Wouldn't want anyone to walk in, do we?" She shook her head as she grabbed onto his suspenders again. "No. Please keep going." She begged as she pulled him back in for a kiss. His fingers slid into her panties, rubbing them over her pussy, causing her to move her hips, in need of the friction he provided her before. His fingers moved back to where she needed them the most, applying more pressure and moving them a bit faster. Her hands ran over his back while he kissed down her neck. "Fuck..." A breathy whisper confirmed that John was doing the right thing.

He ran his finger up and down her slit, while he kissed down to her breasts. She ran her hand trough his hair while her mouth was slightly agape. His hand and mouth left her body as he sat up to take her panties off, her curious eyes looking up at him. "You're still wearing too many clothes Mr. Shelby." She smirked as he hovered over her again, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Guess you have to help me get rid of 'em then." He grinned. Her hands grasped the suspenders and pulled them off his shoulders, the already opened shirt found its way to the floor not long after. She left kisses over his chest while her fingers opened his pants.

His fingers found their way back to her clit, continuing his previous movements before inserting one of them, pumping it in and out. His thumb now pleasuring her clit. Her body tensed from the sensations and her hand grabbed onto his arm. Quiet moans echoed trough the room. "Oh god."

"Fuckin' hell, love." John licked his lips as he watched her body react to him. "I fucking need you." She breathed out, her grip on his arm tightening as he put more pressure on her clit. "John..."

"Patience, darling. Patience." He smirked, loving how much effect the teasing had on her, however, he was slowly losing his own patience. He added another finger, curling them inside her. Her other hand grabbed onto his sheets, trying to distract herself from making any sound. She felt her muscles tense up as a knot started form in stomach. "Don't stop... please." She breathed out, her chest heaving up and down. John leaned his face close tho hers while quickening his movements. Whimpers left her mouth as the pleasure took over her body. He kissed her, his fingers still working to bring her to her high. He felt her legs tense up and her nails digging into his arm. She arched her back, her body convulsing as her climax washed over her. Her moans were muffled by John's lips. "Oh f-fuck."

Her heart was pounding as she tried to catch her breath. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" He smiled at her while he pressed some loving kisses against her jaw. She wrapped her arms lazily around his neck, still coming down from the rush, while she enjoyed his the contact of his lips on her skin. "You make me one." She giggled softly. He chuckled while he stroked her hair. She let go of him and pushed gently against his chest, telling him to move. He got off of her and stood next to the bed, an excited look in his eyes. She looked at him trough her lashes, her hands moving over her breasts as her fingers circled around her nipples. "Take off those trousers, darling." John licked his lips as he obeyed, his eyes focused on her. "For fucks sake, (Y/N)."

"What?" She innocently asked. "Don't even ask." He walked over to her but she stopped him with her foot and reached out for his hand. He took it and pulled her up when she lowered her leg again. "Are you getting a little frustrated?" Her fingers ran over his still covered, hard member. "C'mon, love. I know you want it too." He whined, eagerly waiting for her touch. "Oh I do." She hooked her fingers on the hem of his underwear and pulled them down, freeing his cock. A soft groan came from John's mouth as his hands grabbed her waist. "I'll fuck you so good, darling." He tried to move her back to the bed but she had other plans. Her hands grabbed his upper arms and gently forced him back. "Sit down."

"(Y/N), cmon." He growled as he sat on the bed. She climbed in his lap, straddling him, before her hand wrapped around his shaft. John gasped at the sudden touch, his hands resting on her hips. "Patience, darling. Patience." She repeated his exact same words as her fingers slightly ran over his tip, a smirk on her face. She knew the teasing would rile him up even more. She rested her head on his shoulder as she kept going, slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft. "I want you to fuck me John. I fucking need you." She whispered in his ear as she felt his hands tightening his grip onto her hips. "Are you that needy, honey?" She purred into his ear as she sucked gently on his earlobe, her hand still working on his cock.

A soft, low moan fell from his lips. "I'm not fucking begging for you, honey." He stated. "Oh, you already did." She smirked, rolling her hips against his, biting her lip as she looked at him while moving her hand up and down faster. His eyes were blazing full of his lust. "Alright, enough."

"John, no-" A squeal left her mouth as he lifted her, he stood up and laid roughly back on the bed. She giggled when crawled on top of her. "What did I say before?" John questioned, a grin on his face. "That I have to be quiet." She answered, her nails running over the skin of his chest. "What did I just hear?"

"I'm trying my best. I promise." She batted her eyelashes at him while her other hand found his cock again, a soft gasp leaving his mouth. "I guess I have to make it even harder for you."

"I can't fucking wait." She smirked, letting go of his cock while she spread her legs for him, giving him the opportunity to line himself up with her entrance. She looked up at him, her lips slightly agape before she pulled his face down to hers, her lips grazing his. "Fuck me."

The corners of his lips turned into a smirk. "Keep quiet." He slowly sunk himself into her waiting heat, a low groan escaping his lips. "Fuck." The feeling of his cock stretching her, made her gasp. While she adjusted to him, he thrusted slowly into her, watching her as a soft whimper left her mouth.

"I fuckin' missed you." He mumbled against her lips, soon turning into a hungrily, messy kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. A sign for him to pick up his pace. Her hands ran over his broad shoulders, while she tried to keep the volume of her desperate moans down. One of his hands reached down to her leg to lift it up against his hip so he was able to sink into her even deeper. The sound of his moans filled the room at the feeling of her velvet walls clinging onto him.

"Faster..." She breathed out. A smirk tugged on his lips. "Excuse me?" One of his hands moved up to her face to grab her jaw gently between his fingers. "What did you say?" She bit her lip to restrain herself from moaning. " Faster, please..." She begged. "Please." He loved when she was so desperate for him, those juicy lips of hers begging him to give her more. While his hips rolled faster against hers, he hit the perfect spot that made her moan out loud, her hands ran down to his back where her nails dug into his skin. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other rang in his ears as he watched her throw her head back while another loud moan left her mouth. He quickly tried to cover her mouth with his hand but realised the damage was already done.

A loud tud came from the other side of the wall, followed by shouts. "JOHN! FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Tommy's loud voice boomed trough the house. (Y/N)'s widened eyes met his as John stopped moving and he calmly shook his head. "Don't worry, darlin'. He's all talk." He whispered softly, a grin on his lips. "Nothing to worry about."

Her hands ran down his biceps. "But what if he-" John cut her off with a loving kiss, their lips devouring each other. "There's only one thing you have to worry about." He mumbled against her lips. "And that's me." He smirked before leaving open mouth kisses down her throat. "Understood?"

She nodded, her fingers running trough his hair. "Yes." She felt his mouth kissing down her chest, finding her nipple again. His tongue twisted in circles around the sensitive bud, his eyes looking up to her. She licked her lips as she kept his gaze, ready for him to finish what he started. She slowly moved her hips against his, desperate for the delicious friction he was providing her moments ago. John smirked, his hand moved between her legs to find her clit, rubbing it slowly with such a light touch that it only frustrated her more. "Eager, are we?" She grabbed his wrist, trying to add more pressure. "I know you need it too."

"I don't know what you mean." He continued. Her hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him down close to her face. "You know exactly what I mean John. I want you to fuck me hard, like you fucking promised." His mouth hung slightly open at her words, soon turning into a smirk as his hands grabbed onto her waist. "Where are those words coming from, angel?"

"I'm just hoping that you're not all talk either." She challenged. He shook his head in amusement. "I think you should talk less." He slowly pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. Her eyes filled with curiosity, eagerly waiting to see what he had in mind. "On your knees." She happily obeyed while she lowered her upper body. He spread her legs a bit more before slamming into her without a warning. A desperate moan escaped from her lips while John pounded into her. Her fingers grabbed the sheets tightly, the sensations taking over her body.

John took ahold of her hips, his fingers digging into her skin while he listened to her whimpers of pleasure as if it were the melodies of his favorite song. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling her moans while John kept pounding into her with a quick and strong pace. "Nah, darling. C'mere." He put her arms behind her back and pulled her upper body against his chest, wrapping one arm across her body to hold her while the other found her swollen clit again. He felt her walls clench around him, signaling that she was close.

His head rested on her shoulder and his moans filled her ears, his chest pressed tightly against her back, her hands tightly grabbing onto his arm. She couldn't keep herself from moaning anymore as she felt her climax coming. "John... p-please." She panted. "I'm so close."

He covered her mouth with his hand, pulling her back to let the back of her head rest against his shoulder. He sucked softly on the skin of her neck, close to her ear. "Cum for me, love." He encouraged. The pounding turned into long, hard strokes, hitting her spot every time, while he gently rubbed her clit. The moans of pleasure died down against his hand. She felt the muscles in her body all tense at once and her legs started shaking, her breath turning into short gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm made her lose control over her body. A loud cry of release was muffled by John's hand as he slowly fucked her trough her climax.

If it wasn't for John to hold her up by his strong arms, she would've collapsed on the bed as she came down from her high. Her hair stuck to her face, turned into a panting mess by her lover. She felt John's trusts starting to become messier, knowing that he was close. "F-fuck. Turn around, I want to come in your mouth." He grunted into her ear, pulling out and leaving her empty. She turned to face him, her mouth close to his length, tongue out while he stroked his shaft. She watched how his body stiffened. His head fell back, moans echoing trough the bedroom as he released his load into her mouth, the white liquid spilling all over her tongue followed by another groan. "Fuck."

He looked down at her, finding her looking up at him, her mouth covered by his cum, a sight he'd never get tired of. A grin formed on his face as he grabbed her chin between his fingers. "Swallow it for me." She gladly obeyed, licking her lips after. His thumb wiped away the remaining from he corner of her mouth, swiping it over her lips before she took his thumb in her mouth, slowly sucking it clean.

He licked his lips as he watched her, still trying to catch his breath, he slowly pulled himself from her and lifted her up, pressing his swollen lips against hers. "I fuckin' love you." He mumbled against her lips, his hands running over her back. She smiled at his words, kissing him again while her hands ran over his chest. "I love you too."

He turned to lay down, pulling her with him as his mouth attacked every single inch of her bare skin with kisses. His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he scooted her closer, her arms finding their way around his warm, comforting body. While they both slowly got back to their senses, it didn't take them long before they drifted away into a peaceful slumber in each others arms.

"(Y/N)." His soft voice sounded hoarse, his fingers running over her bare hip. "Are you awake?" He kissed her jaw softly. She opened her eyes, realizing she fell back asleep while thinking about their eventful night. "I- Yeah." Her voice was a bit croaky from sleeping. "I fell asleep again." She admitted as she turned around to face him. "What time is it?"

John turned slightly and reached for his nightstand, his fingers searching for his pocket watch. "Ah fuck, where is it." He mumbled as he turned his body a bit more. "I think it's on the floor, along with everyone else." She giggled softly, kissing his shoulder. He turned back, a smile on his face. "You might be right." His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin before connecting their lips in a gentle but firm kiss. Her fingers ran trough the shorn sides of his hair, deepening the kiss in the process.

"John!" The force of the footsteps that came up the stairs made the wooden steps creak. "John! We're fuckin' waiting for you!" The loud familiar voice boomed trough the house. (Y/N) quickly pulled away from him, looking frantically where to hide but there was no hiding spot to find in his small room. He looked into her eyes who were filled with fear. "Easy, easy." He quickly pulled the covers from both of them, covering her completely and blocking her with his own body. He wouldn't dare to tell her but it was the worst hiding spot he'd ever seen, at least nobody could've had a clue who was underneath it.

The door of his room was torn open, an angry Tommy barging in, his eyes falling on his bare younger brother. "Oh for fucks sake." He turned around to face the wall. "Get the fuck out." John barked at him, trying to cover himself a bit with one of the garments he fished of the floor. "We're fucking late, get ready." Tommy moved back to the door. "Late for what? You didn't tell me shit." He argued, earning an annoyed sigh for Tommy. "Doesn't matter. Get dressed, tell the girl to go and come fucking outside." The last words were barely audible as the door slammed shut.

"Is he gone?" A soft voice came from under the covers. "Yes." He chuckled softly as he pulled them down, revealing her flushed face. "He's gone." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "My heart is beating like crazy." She admitted, both chuckling at her words, realising the situation she got herself into. "But seriously, how do I get out of her without getting seen?" John sat up, his back resting against his bed frame. "Well aren't you lucky you ended up in a Shelby's bed, I can teach you a thing or two." He jokingly bragged. She rolled her eyes but a smile tugged on her lips. "You're so full of yourself."

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[yuri-is-online]

hi, i'm not the same anon but i would like to hear more about the fyuuture kid au 👉👈 especially about riddle!!

hello new friend, you picked someone who is having a real bad time in this au (ﾟωﾟ；)

I am going to give some general information about Yutu and then move on to some Riddle specific stuff.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, general au explanation can be found here, and the posts can be found on my masterlist under the series section.

General Yutu Facts

"Yutu" is supposed to be a fake name fyuuture kid is using to help hide his identity, but I am open to suggestions on that. Originally he didn't remember his name and Crowley picked it out for him, but I like the idea of "Yuu two" being a nickname he had in both your world and Twisted Wonderland and picked as his alias to honor his parent. Yutu really admires Yuu, he has nothing but empathy for your situation and respect for your strength, and while he certainly fought with you from time to time (some Yutus more than others) he wants to be like you.

That desire was very much cemented when he heard about how you won against the overblot phantoms. Yutu's unique magic changes depending on who his dad is, but all Yutus have extensive experience in combat magic and have fought a lot of monsters. Including overblot phantoms, same as you. His fights didn't go as well though... he's extremely afraid of the Great Seven's phantoms and has regular nightmares about them.

Back to the names... I didn't have names picked out for every version of Yutu, but Riddle does happen to have been one of them. His real name was supposed to be March, yes like the march hare but if I'm honest I was more thinking about the saying "in like a lion out a lamb" because I thought that described Riddle's temper pretty well.

The other ones I picked out I still like are Merrin (I swear I found it on a list of mountain themed names??? But it means sea born or pearl of the sea), Laurie (yes like little women, his unique magic was supposed to something to do with painting), and Roland (I have an unironic love for French peerage ok please do not judge me).

Some of the Yutus were meant to have older siblings who stayed behind in Twisted Wonderland (Riddle! Yutu wasn't one of them), but that was very much an idea I didn't develop extensively since it was more left over from Fire Emblem Awakening. I wanted there to be a Lucina type older sibling character who was very protective of Yutu and wanting a future where he gets to stay in Twisted Wonderland and they get to be a happy family. But again I didn't cook this idea extensively so idk how to feel about keeping it as a part of the ayuu.

Anyway on to the Riddle specific stuff ¬‿¬

So that bit about Yutu's real name coming from a description from Riddle's temper: I like to leave what Yutu looks like up to the reader, but Riddle! Yutu if nothing else took two things from his father, his (lack of) height and his temper. His facial expressions when pouting and angry are eerily similar, and they both have a strong affinity for fire. Riddle! Yutu is a lot like Riddle Tsum now that I think about it? Very high energy and likes to jump around all over the place, but determined to be at least somewhat dignified.

Since traveling back in time Yutu has been "studying" with Grim to try and get his flames hot enough to burn blue to flex on his dad and to bond with the monster. He usually just ends up watching him though, the mental image he had of Grim vs what the little guy is actually like is really wild.

Back to the temper, unlike Riddle Yutu wasn't home schooled so he got into a lot of trouble for losing it on other students. He had a chip on his shoulder about not having a dad, having a parent with amnesia, and especially about being short oh god he is so spiteful about that. He got sent to detention a lot, and shamefully it made him fight with Yuu a lot too. Not that he hates Yuu, he was just very emotional and not always the easiest to deal with. His last few interactions with Yuu before they died were very strained, and he is filled with remorse for a bunch of stupid things he said.

When he gets to the point where he has to admit to Yuu who he is there is going to be a lot of crying and begging for forgiveness. He was a stupid, angry kid who just wanted to know who he was and didn't feel like he belonged lashing out at the one person who he knew wanting nothing but the best for him. He doesn't really feel the need to ask for forgiveness from his dad (yet)... by the time Yutu was isekaid into Twisted Wonderland Riddle had been corrupted by his overblot phantom and was wrecking the Queendom of Roses so he never really met the real Riddle until he traveled back in time.

He also got compared to Riddle a lot, Yutu isn't stupid by any means but because of all that time spent in detention he is a bit behind on the fundamentals. Not to mention all Riddle has done up to this point is practice magic and Yutu only just found out it was real so of course there was going to be a skill gap! But still, he's Riddle's son and Riddle was a very memorable student for Crewel, so Yutu was guaranteed to hear some comparisons. It didn't help the daddy issues though...

Speaking of Yutu's time at NRC, he did get placed into Heartslabyul by the Dark Mirror and he does know all 810 rules of the Queen's rules. He's not as obsessed with them as Riddle is but he still knows what he's supposed to do and tries to be on his best behavior. He was not interested in being dorm leader and wanted to instead focus on the things Yuu always encouraged him to do, like controlling his temper and getting good grades.

I sort of like the idea of his unique magic being the ability to grow/shrink because in the book Rule 42 of the Queen of Hearts says “All persons more than a mile high to leave the court" and I like the idea of him trying to use his spell to get out of arguments with his dad.

Riddle has no idea that Yutu hates him... at first. This is partially because Yutu is usually very polite to him and partially because he is utterly unaware of how much people are afraid of him in general, but he starts to pick up on it when he tries to interact with Yuu. He wants to have a private tea party with just Yuu? Well Yutu immediately starts acting like this is somehow scandalous and calls him out on his feelings in front of the prefect and he wants to lose it so badly- Yuu agrees anyway and Riddle immediately gets unreasonably smug while Yutu pouts. Take that sucker! He's going to study with the prefect all alone and since it's Riddle you know you really are just going to study.

I don't think Riddle really considers Yutu a rival for Yuu's romantic attention, partially because he isn't fully aware of what it is he feels for Yuu, but even if he was. Riddle knows that Yuu sees Yutu as someone under their care similar to Grim, they actually talk to him about it quite a bit and he has no issue with that. He is actually sort of grateful for Yutu's existence since it has given him an excuse to talk to Yuu more and let them know how he respects them.

Yutu's academic struggles are something that actually bring him closer to Riddle ironically enough. Riddle has created study guides for Yuu and Grim before, he has no problem doing that for Yutu and inviting himself over to give instructions.

"Did you not get a lot of help from your parents?" Riddle sounds nervous, and he should it's an invasive question to ask. Yutu wants to be angry, but when he looks at Riddle, he just feels sad. "Not that it is any of my business really but well. I just noticed you never really talk about them, even to Yuu."

"My dad wasn't really around." He forces himself to look at Riddle when he says it, but it doesn't make him feel any better. If anything it makes Yutu feel worse, he knows about as much about Riddle as Riddle knows about him now that he's forced to look at him. "And my other parent... they tried really hard. But I wasn't always willing to accept it."

"I can't say I understand what that would be like." Riddle looks like he is trying to and that should be what he wants, right? "My mother home schooled me so it's hard for me to understand that someone's parents wouldn't be a constant figure in their schooling."

"You were home schooled?"

Yutu didn't know anything about his grandmother, it didn't even really occur to him that he had one and once he learns about her... well it certainly makes things make a lot more sense. He doesn't want to meet her, but he is curious about what she thought about his parent. What would she think about him? Does he even want to know?

My last concrete thought is that Yutu doesn't really get the whole horse girl thing. He is sort of afraid of horses actually, but I can see him maybe wanting to ride with Riddle once their relationship gets a bit better just to do something with him.

I like the idea of Riddle! Yutu being very into baseball for some reason and there's no way he's going to convince his dad to do that with him ha. Well not in this timeline anyway, I can see good timeline Riddle doing a bunch of research on baseball so he can talk to his kid about it. And showing up to all his matches to scream in support of his kid instead of at the coaches. He is breaking the cycle we love to see it.

[missbuckyhellfire]

Biggest Fan : Johnny Storm X Female OC (NSFW)

Plot: Sue's college friend and best selling author of Guidance In The Dark, Megara was tasked with babysitting Franklin one evening. What was supposed to be a quiet evening, turns into a evening of flirtation and intimacy when New York's most eligible bachelor decides to stay in with her. This blooms into something much more then staring at each other from across the room.

Warning: NSFW content, Johnny Storm being a warning on his own, Protected! intercourse, Period talk, Language, Getting kidnapped, Bondage Kink (implied) , Dom! Johnny Storm, Leg riding, PMS sex, Oral sex (no blood), Climax, Dirty talk, Sue and Reed playing semi-matchmaker, THIS IS A LONG PIECE 6.3K!

NOTE: This is based on the Fantastic Four: First Steps version of Johnny Storm.

If you like Human Torch please check out my other fic : STARCROSSED: Bucky Barnes and Johnny Storm.

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Megara comes to the door at exactly 7:00 as her friend had asked. Sue and she go way back to the early days of college in English literature. It was a requirement for Sue, but Megara’s passion. Sue graduated with a science degree and met the love of her life while Megara became a single, creative writer.

Sue had opened the door and pulled her in warmly for a hug. Megara had complimented the outfit that Sue was wearing, a classic baby blue shimmering dress with her blonde curls draping over her shoulders. Megara’s blueish purple eyes had scanned the room to see Reed in a classic suit and Ben, wearing a suit that suited and fit his form well.

“Thanks, and I really appreciate you doing this.” Sue smiled brightly at her.

“It’s not a problem at all, anything for you.” Megara responded. “I thought there was four of you….”she mentally counted three.

Sue sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Ah yes, Johnny.”

Megara had met Johnny only a couple of times in the past. Mostly during Fantastic Four formal events and galas. He was usually swarmed with ladies as he was recognised as one of the most eligible bachelors of New York.  However, she had to admit, her eyes did linger a bit when it came to him, she found herself wanting to get caught by those blue eyes.

“Think he is a bit late as always.” She sighed. “JOHNNY we are going to leave without you if you don’t come down now!”

“OK MOM” A voice hollered up the stairs. “I don’t see why your in such a rush…”. Megara watched him walk down the stairs, wearing a formal suit and styled hair. His blue eyes met with her own.

There was an unspoken language between the two of them. Megara looked down and realised she wasn’t exactly wearing the best clothes for getting this attention. She was wearing a white top with black sweats and a hoodie to hide her heating pad for later.  Her neon blue hair was held up with a large black scrunchie.

The rest of the team began to notice this and just watched the unbreakable eye contact until Reed cleared his throat.

“Come on lets go. You can talk to Megara later.” Reed tilted his head to the door. Johnny looked at Megara again and faked out a cough. Sue raised an eyebrow.

“I think I might be coming down with something.” Johnny said. He made his voice softer to make it seem like he was losing his voice.

“You sounded fine a minute ago…” Ben chuckled. “Are you sure it isn’t because Megara is here?”

“Why would I care if Sue’s college friend is here?” Johnny shook his head. “Tasked her with babysitting?”

“Yes,” Sue glanced at Megara, her slightly younger friend again. She wasn’t that much younger, maybe a couple years. Sue had finished her English class in her last year and created a strong friendship. Sue was starting to worry that her brother wouldn’t settle, until now. “How sick are you exactly.”

“A nasty tickle.” He lowered his voice again, looking at Megara, who honestly wasn’t buying it.

Reed and Ben scoffed as Sue shook her head. “Come with us and make an appearance and come home to rest after. Nothing else Johnny.” It sounded like she had this conversation before with him.

Johnny muttered something before he walked past Megara to join the group. Reed opened the door and Ben and Johhny walked through. Before Sue left, she called to Megara that Franklin was just put down for a nap.

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Megara was in the lounge, a room close by Franklin’s room. She kept the door open to keep an eye on him as she was busy writing in her notebook. She didn’t know why she kept on writing these books, she always felt like her writing was so lazy. However, her emotions and feelings were driven by this fictional moment.

“He slowly cusped her face as he tucked a strand of magenta hair behind her pointed ear. There was a strong aura around the two of them as they knew in that moment, they were meant to be together.”

Her body started to feel crampy around her stomach. With a groan she stood up and took the heating pad out of her pocket and made her way to the kitchen. The dull stinging sensation on her legs up to her womb was intense enough for her to let out a soft whimper.

She tossed the heating pad into the microwave and set it for two minutes. As soon as the microwave began to hum, she heard Franklin start crying. She quickly rushed to him and lifted him up from the crib and close to her body.

Softly, she had made shushing sounds and began to bouse the baby. Once the baby was quiet, she looked at Sue’s baby and admired their beautiful blue eyes. Franklin had her friend’s eyes but Reed’s dark hair. Once he was asleep, she wrapped the blanket around him and placed him back into his crib.

Megara turned back to the notebook to continue writing but heard the microwave stop running, letting off an annoying beeping sound. She headed back to the kitchen and grasped the very warm pad and pressed it on her abdomen.

The door swung open, and Johnny walked through. He scanned the room and saw the laptop, Franklin’s door open and Megara with a heating pad.

“Is that for the baby?” Were the first words out of his mouth, pointing at Franklin’s room door. Megara turned to see Johnny and shook her head. “It’s for me.”

It took a few moments for it to click for Johnny. “Ah”. He chuckled and then looked at the notebook. “What are you writing here?”

Megara rushed back to the lounge so quickly as soon as she seen Johnny’s eyes light up on her writing. He immediately grabbed it from the couch and cocked and eyebrow at her.

“That is nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it really nothing? Or is the long-awaited sequel to your fae fiction Guidance in The Dark?”  Johnny chuckled emphasised the title of the book. He raised his hand higher when she was trying to grab it from his hands.

“Why would it matter? It is a fae romance…” She began, hoping he would stop this game. He put his hand on her head as he kept reading the current page she was writing.

“I wonder what Sue, your dear friend would think of you writing this” He pondered, looking down at her as soon as he finished the page. Those blue eyes screamed mischievous to her.

“I….”

He gave the notebook back to her and scanned her face for a moment. “ I think Astra needs to be with Cassian, she shouldn’t be wasting her time up in the clouds wasting her time ignoring what is in front of her.” He tapped her nose with a grin.

Megara blank twice. The most popular Fantastic Four member read her book?  She knew Susan Storm read it a handful of times and even helped her get publicity for it. Johnny on the other hand, she would imagine would spend his hours reading fitness magazines and finding other things to do with his time than read a fantasy romance novel.

“You read my book?”

Johnny froze for a moment. “I know about your book because that is everything that women are talking about.” He brushed it off then walked up the stairs.

Megara believed him. “I thought you were sick.”

“I lied!” Johnny called to her by the entrance of his bedroom.

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Shit. Shit. Shit.  Were the thoughts inside of Johnny head as soon as he closed the door. How could he be so fucking obvious? 

Johnny hated reading really. But he could say that Megara got him back into reading. The first few times he seen her, he thought she was cute. The blue hair was something he didn’t see everyday, and her smile was endearing.  But with so many women around him, he never got a chance to say hello properly.

So, the only chance he really got to see her without feeling weird was through her writing. It took a few chapter to get into it but he understood her view on romance and other things. He can also say that he had went to a few of her readings in a lower key attire so he wouldn’t be recognised.

 Before he left the party, his sister had pulled him aside from the flashing cameras. She put her hand on his upper arm. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“What are you talking about I am going straight home and resting.”

“You and I both know that’s not why you’re going home.” Sue gave him a knowing smirk.

“I don’t care your friend is there.”

“I never said that.” Sue mused.

“Well, I don’t.” The last thing is him wanting his sister to tease him on a small crush he may have.

“Or are you going to get her to sign your copy of Guidance in The Dark?” Johnny felt his cheeks turn red as Reed patted him on the back of his shoulder. He looked down before he could deny it Sue spoke up.

“Your copy is by your record player, lots of handwritten notes in it. You know you could just talk to her, but don’t hurt her. She’s, my friend.” Susan gripped him tightly for a moment before letting go and walking back to the crowd.

“According to a magazine I read, I hear she likes Lillies and Macarons” Reed said in a low tone before following his wife.

Guess he didn't really keep it much of a secret he had a thing for Sue's friend, even though they hardly spoke to each other.

He wanted to make a move on her. But how was he going to when she writes romantic novels and looks insanely cute. She wasn’t like the other girls who surround him at parties.

Johnny looked at the clothes around his room and threw something on: a simple blue tank with grey sweats. Guess he was going to grab Lilies and Macarons for their night in together.

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Megara didn’t even notice Johnny leaving out the door as her body was turned away cooking some food for herself. She had a box of mac and cheese from home and figured to cook something for herself in the highly likely event that she would be craving something herself. Her period often brings out heavy cravings for cheesy foods and sweets.

The bland pasta, though full of different flavors, had didn’t fully reach her senses. She didn’t want to take anything from Sue’s family without asking though.

She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear Johnny come back inside with flowers and macarons. Johnny thought she would have smelt the bright orange lilies he got for her as soon as he stepped inside. Yet, he noticed she was distracted in something else. He walked closer to her then smelt the dish, placing the flowers and sweets down. He knew there was something not right with the meal.

He looked at the pot, and the pasta and shook his head at it. “That…looks appetising?”

“I had some cravings and… guess it wasn’t exactly what I thought it was going to be.” Megara shrugs.

“I can’t let you eat that shit,” He grumbled to himself before walking over to the and fridge and grabbing some cheeses.

“You don’t…”

“No, I don’t want my nephew’s babysitter to be eating shitty foods in my house.” He sighed grabbing a range of chesses and putting them on the table.  He watched as she reached to put the heating pad back into the microwave again.  “No! no, those things are not warm enough.” He spoke. Without thinking he put his warm hands on her stomach. She looked at him awkwardly, but he just flashed a grin, knowing her cramps must be nearly non-existent.

Megara blushed at the effort and reached over to grab some gouda cheese and the shredder. He tisked at her before removing his hands around her to grab it out of her hands. Megara gave a pouty face at him.

“Hug me from behind then.” He offered. She reached her arms around him and pulled him close, feeling the heat radiating off of him. She let out a soft sigh of stress that she didn’t even realize she had as he began grating the cheese.

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“Johnny you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.”

Megara looked at the bowls of the pasta in front of her. Warm, scent of cheddar, gouda mixed with a hint of paprika and topped with some pulled pork. He separated two bowls and put a spoon in each one.

He forgot about the lillies until she had brought them up. “Oh your going out?” She asked.

“No, those are for you. I grabbed some macarons too.” Johnny tried to make it not a big deal, but he really wanted it to be so she would notice him. Megara had loved the vibrancy of the flowers and the sweets but looked at him eerily

“What do you want?” Megara took a step away from him and crossed her arms. He noticed her absence and looked at her. She had flowers at the doorstep before and it often was based on the desire for money or contracts.

“I don’t want anything, I just wanted to give you some flowers and I heard how cramps can be and I want to help you.” He smiled offering her a bowl of the pasta. “Well maybe one thing.” He really couldn’t help himself, his favorite, single writer was in front of him, he could get details about anything. But he didn’t want it to seem that was the only thing that he wanted to know.

‘I knew it! What do you want to know?” Megara chuckled taking the pasta from him, blowing on the hot fresh food from the oven. Johnny swore that it was way better baked.

“Tell me about the book? Just so I could you know have some tips for the ladies next time they ask.”

“Johnny, no man is passionate in my writing unless if they had read it. So I must ask, did you read my book?” Megara took a bite from the pasta and Johnny stared at her, examining her features.  He couldn’t get over her galactic eyes and her soft smooth lips. He knew she was going to find out sooner or later.

He puts his head down in defeat. “Ok fine, I have a copy of your book upstairs. I enjoy it and I just wanted to hear about the sequel. Don’t tell the press about this! It will ruin my image.” He nudged her playfully. He really didn’t want to freak her out about this, especially since he was crushing hard.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I would have thought you thought I was cute or something bringing me those lovely flowers and sweets.” She winked at Johnny, and he felt his cheeks flush for a few moments before he guided her to the couch.

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Johhny made sure had he stayed close to her as they had their food, given he was a living heating pad. Megara snuggled closer to him enjoying the heat he was radiating as they were watching tv together. She pushed closer to him after she finished the food and began talking about her new book to Johnny without revealing too much context.

“Ok that’s cool and all but you gotta tell me about Astral and Cassian.” He nudged her playfully. He has been talking to her the entire time and hasn’t let his blue eyes drift away from her. All of his attention was onto the beauty in front of him.

“Why should I tell you about them? You need to buy my book when it comes out.” She laughed.

“Come on! Just something about them! I am dying to know!” He began pouting like a school boy.

Megara found it adorable that he was pouting. “Ok, fine one small thing. Astral and Cassian will get… closer the next book.”

“I KNEW IT I FUCKIN KNEW IT!” Johnny got excited that he risen his voice. Unfortunately, it had caused Franklin to wake up. The infant began crying in the next room and Megara stood up to pick him up.

Fuck. Was all Johnny could think as he watched Megara leave the room with his blue eyes watching her rear walk away from him. She is going to be death of him.

Megara returned with Franklin in her arms, slowly rocking him back to sleep. Her eyes were focused on the young child while Johnny still watched her with his nephew.

“Sorry.. I..” Johnny said. “Guess I got too excited it all”

“It’s ok.” She said as she kept rocking Franklin. Once he had dosed off, she walked to the couch and Johnny had wrapped an arm around her pulling her in.

Johnny thought she looked sweet with Franklin and was sure that she was eying someone to start this family with and he wanted to know who.

“You are really good with Franklin, I am sure your going to be a great mother one day, if you decide to.” He assured as she felt her cheeks blush.

“Yea, sure I want to. I just need to find the right person.”

“You haven’t found the right guy yet or…?”

“Well dating has never went my way but yes, someone has.” Megara was trying to avoid eye contact with him, especially since it was him. The man who everyone seemed to want. “How about you, I am sure that women are lining up at your door.”

“Definitely.” He couldn’t deny it. “But only one has been catching my eye lately.”

There was another moment of unspoken language between the two of them. Johnny stared into the galactic eyes of Megara and her lips. He wanted to make the first move. Megara’s sights went to his sea blue eyes. The two were leaning closer to each other’s lips when they heard the door open.

“How did everything go?” Megara backed away at the sound of Reed’s voice by the door way.

Megara smiled brightly at Reed. While the two exchanged conversation, Johnny’s face dropped, knowing how close he was to have her right there. He knew not to blame his teammates, but he knew there was something there between him and Megara.

Sue walked over to the couch and took Franklin from her.

“He seems to like you Megara, maybe you will be his designated babysitter.” Sue smiled at her, flashing a quick glance at Johnny.

“If you would like me back again to watch over him sure.” Megara responded.

“I would very much so, it is getting late Megara.” She looked at her watch. “It’s two am, sorry we didn’t mean to leave you here so late!”

“It’s ok, I don’t live far from here” Megara said grabbing her notebook and flowers and sweets from Johnny. The remainder of the team noticed the flowers and sweets in her hand as she walked to the doorway. She written something down and left it on the table where the flowers were then waved at everyone and mumbled a soft “Johnny” before she left the Baxter building.

“I was going to offer to walk her home.” Johnny groaned.

“You got her flowers and sweets and turned this into a cozy night in?” Ben chuckled.

‘Well, ya I mean she wasn’t feeling well and ……”

“She’s cute and you wanted to impress her.” Ben raised an eyebrow at him.

Johnny rubbed his neck nervously as he felt like he was being parented. He was so damn close and he was careful like Sue had said. He didn’t want to mess things up with Megara. He slowly got up then noticed the paper Megara left on the table, a ripped-up paper with her name written on it with her phone number.

“AW! SCORE!” Johnny realised he said it too loud with Sue rolling her eyes.

“She give you her number?” Reed asked.

“YES!” He cleared his throat. “Yes, she did. I guess I am going to have to call her.”

The three looked at him knowing what he was up to.

 “Tomorrow, you will call her tomorrow.” Sue rubbed the bridges of her nose. She remembered what happened one time where he was on the phone for hours with this chick that started at 2 and ended at 8 on a worknight.

Never again.

“Fine.” Johnny huffed as he made his way upstairs. He wasn’t going to bed, he wanted to make sure Megara made it home safe. Sue did not point out Megara's apartment every single time she went for a walk around the neighborhood.

 “Goodnight, everyone!” He said. The group rolled their eyes and knew exactly what he was going to do. He was so predictable when he has a crush on someone.

However, Sue had a feeling it was something more than that.

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Megara made it to her small, luxurious apartment ten minutes after saying goodnight to the group. She couldn’t stop thinking about Johnny all the way home, how sweet and kind he was to her. He really did wish he came home to help her with the cramps though.

Maybe for something else too.

She noticed there was something wrong when she seen the door of her apartment was messed up. The wood on the door was damaged and it swung open like it was nothing. She walked through the door and found her stuff thrown all of the place. Things were broken and notes ripped out of the notebooks.

There was not a moment of hesitation, she ran for the phone in her kitchen to call the police.

Too bad someone already reached there first.  A man with a black ski mask and black attire grabbed her arm then punched her with the other in the head, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. Once he felt her head bob to his shoulder out cold, her treats and flowers dropped on the floor, he knew he had to act fast.

He reached into his bag and grabbed a walkie talkie “Yea, boss, she finally came home. I’ll tie her up and you can talk to her when you get here. I am sure you are going to get a lot of information from her.”

The masked assailant dragged her body to her bedroom and tied her arms up to the bedpost and waited for his boss to come and grab her.  However, it didn’t take long for him to hear a tap on the window. He walked over, leaving Megara in the other room alone.

Johnny in full literal flames was by the window, seeing the destruction within her apartment. He thought she may have just been messy but when he seen the flowers and sweets dropped on the ground by the phone, he knew something was up.

The masked assailant panicked right there. He took a few steps back from the window with his hands up. He did not sign up for this shit.

“Is Megara in there?” Johnny asked casually. He already was confident he knew the answer. When the assailant didn’t answer, he knew what he had to do. He was definitely going to be paying Megara for a new glass door.

He formed a couple fire balls from his hands and tossed them to the glass, causing a storm of glass towards the assailant. The flames would do in the man as well. The flames were strong where the door was, but it got the job done. Johnny floated into the apartment, over the glass and the masked assailant with glass cuts all over his body, especially his neck. He knew the dude wasn’t dead but pretty bent out of shape.

“Megara!” He hollered.

There was no response, so he began looking around each of the rooms. He stopped when he seen Megara in the state she was in. Out cold, tied up. The second thing was something he was digging but not the knocked-out part. He shook his head, he had to be serious, his girl was in trouble and all he was thinking was doing her. He untied her then lowered the flames on his body. Johnny picked her up bridal style and back to the Baxter building, he would face the consequences later.

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The Fantastic Four, minus Johnny were awoken by the sound of a loud thud followed by mutters of “your going to be ok” repeatedly to his room. The team all joined up and walked to his bedroom and Reed had the honors of knocking on his door.

Johnny put Megara on his bed then slowly opened his door. “Hi what’s up?”

‘Johnny, what did you do?” Sue asked her brother, noticing the lights were on.

“I don’t know what your talking about…” Johnny really wanted to talk about this in the morning. About Megara in his room, he wanted her to rest up.

“Johnny, we know someone is in your bedroom, and we can probably guess who it is.” Ben chuckled.

“What? No girl in here?” Johnny quickly looked back and made sure the door wasn’t opened enough for anyone to see her.

“So if I walk in right now, I won’t see my friend here.” Sue sucked on her teeth.

Johnny sighed. Guess they were going to find out sooner or later. “Ok fine I followed Megara home but when I got there, there was a masked assailant. I took care of him and brought her here. It didn’t feel safe.”

There was a silence between all of them. Sue shook her head. Guess Megara’s connection with Sue finally got recognised and even she isn’t safe anymore. They had to find a place for her to stay for now and the Baxter building maybe it.

“Megara may be staying here for a while until we figure out what is going on here.” Sue continued. “I want everyone on their BEST behaviours.” Her blue eyes stared at Johnny for a moment too long.

“Why me?”

“Johnny don’t fuck this up, ok? She is a nice girl, and she had a long night.”  Reed said before the team walked down the stairs leaving Johnny and her alone once again.

He closed the door and sighed, looking at Megara who was awake. Her eyes staring at Johnny, speechless. Her eyes were focused on the room around her. A bright white walls with blue trim. Rock legends hung up on the walls with a record player in the corner of the room. Underneath was a hardly full book case, in which she recognised her own book by first glance.

“Oh your up.” Johnny said sitting on the bed, turning to her. “How are you feeling.”

“Period cramps and a bad headache, I think I will be ok.” Megara shrugged. Her head did feel like it took a heavy beating.

“I suppose you heard all of that.” Johnny said.

“I did.” She sighed.

Johnny rested on the bed. “Guess I will be seeing you more often now, given we are going to be keeping a close eye on you while you’re here.”

Megara heard the teasing in his tone. She knew of the circumstances, and Johnny was trying to put some light to it, given how the night went and how sweet he was to her.

“I suppose I should say thank you for saving my life.” Megara looked at Johnny with a smile on her face. She knew there was going to be a kiss coming for him earlier, but they were interrupted by the team.

“You don’t need to do that, I already have your safety that’s all that matters.” He spoke. He really wanted more, but he didn’t want to push anything onto her. Even though he was literally internally screaming in excitement that his celebrity crush is in his bed.

Megara crawled her body on top of his. Their eyes looked at each other. She slowly leaned in and pecked his cheek. His heat warming up her cold lips.

“You missed.” Johnny said with a smirk. He was trying to play it cool, but he was insanely freaking out that Megara would even touch him with her lips.

“What?”

He leans up and kisses her on the lips this time. His hand rested on the back of her neck pulling her in to be more passionate. Megara gave in and was drawn in by the flames of this moment.  She didn’t hesitate to pull away to take off her hoodie. Johnny stared at her form, her curves with only a lacey baby pink bra on.

“We don’t need to go this far!” Johnny said before Megara kissed him again. He wasn’t complaining, he just wanted to be sure this is what she wanted. She moved her body to one of his legs and began slowly rubbing herself onto it.

“Shit…” Johnny muttered under his breath. “Didn’t think you would go for someone like me, a fanboy with a small crush on you.”

“Didn’t think a playboy would want to be with me, all the women in the world, yet you pick a fantasy book writer to spend the night with.” Megara kissed his neck softly and he groaned in response.

“Are you crazy? Your all I thought about once I seen you, my sister’s friend who was a successful fantasy writer.” He chuckled as her movements began to get more intense. He watched as she took her bra off, freeing her breasts.

They were better than he ever imagined them.

He grabbed her hips then pushed her onto the mattress.  His grin grew wide as she was underneath him now. He tossed his shirt off quickly without hesitation, showing off his toned physique to her. He began kissing her neck now, Megara was letting out soft moans that were slowly getting louder.

“ I don’t want to sound like that person but, there are other people in the house and I don’t think be on your best behaviour meant this.” Johnny mumbled before he nipped at her neck. “But how are you feeling there?” He asked looking down to her belly.

“Ok I guess, I haven’t started, just the lousy PMS.” Megara mentioned.

Johnny nodded then got an idea. One that he probably shouldn’t be having but with someone in pain could use some warmth.  “So you trust me, right?”

“Yea why?” Megara raised an eyebrow as Johnny got out of his sweats leaving his boxers. She admired his form, especially down his legs.

“Just want to try something, only if you would be down for it” Johnny put his hands up. “You know you were getting your cramps, I thought that since you and I have this.” He used his hand to gesture between the two of them. “Maybe I could help you out with your cramps.”

“I never had period or PMS sex before Johnny. I ….”

“ I know its supposed to help and I know my powers could make it more enjoyable for you.” He offered.

Megara didn’t care what time of the month it was. She wanted him. She always did, but tonight, made her confirm her thoughts and feelings. “ Sure, lets try it.”

He pulled down his boxers and opened up the drawer under his bed to grab something. All Mehara was focused on was his length and girth. She didn’t know how it was going to fit inside of her. Slowly he placed the condom on and stood by the end of the bed. He then pulled her down by grabbing her feet.

“What are you doing!?” Megara risen her voice at him.

“Warming you up.” He began to kiss her ankle, getting a soft moan from her. His blue eyes were observant, making sure she was enjoying it. Any hint of discomfort he would back away.  He pulled off her sweats to find a matching pair of pink lacey underwear. Slowly, his lips found her inner calf as he began to start traveling north to her core.

Her legs felt warm form his touch, making her feel good. The cramps were almost non-existent now as he moved up to her thighs, leaving warm steamy kisses behind. She grabbed his blond hair which caused a growl in response from him. He nipped at the spot he kissed which got her going.

He kissed right by her panty line before getting up. He rubbed his hand across her slit then perched his lips together after tasting her. “So tasty, no blood yet babe.” Megara just stared with her jaw open.

“Sounded like you were going to take a risk. I didn’t even know you would even dare….” Her words were stopped by his warm tongue swiping her slit, with a snap of his fingers, his thumb had a flame which turned her panties to ash.

“JOHNNY!” Megara said in a hushed tone.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, I will buy you several new pairs.” He growled as he licked her outer lips she snickered at him, a way to prevent her from moaning loudly. His fingers then spread her lips so he could lick more of her which made it more of a challenge to keep quiet. He growled from the taste as he grabbed her thighs to get her closer as she began to feel the heat around her core.

She was biting her lips now as she was enjoying every second of it, but they didn’t want the team to hear what exactly was going on.

“Johnny…” She started saying his name like a prayer, a praise. Johnny couldn’t take it hearing her praises as he started to feel an ache in his cock. He wanted her to finish first.  He kept licking her core like a starving man until he felt her legs shake. He then latched onto her clit and inserted two fingers inside of her hole until he felt her walls shake around her, pushing waves of warmth around her. Her lips were bitten hard by the time she was done, holding back from the moans inside of her.

Johnny backed away from her and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He thought about it for a moment on the position he wanted her in. He thought doggy style, or missionary, but he wanted to impress her.  He also wanted her to be comfortable, so he placed a pillow under her ass. He got on the bed, on his knees.

“Legs over my shoulder.”

She listened as she placed her legs where he asked. He lowered down on her then gotten mere inches from her face. He watched her face for a moment, any sign of giving up or she wanted to back down. When there wasn’t any sign of it, he slowly guided himself inside of her. Before she could make any noise from the warmth inside of her, he pulled her in for a kiss.

The heat, the kissing was blooming comfort for Megara.

Her eyes were closed, but she felt his presence, his attention on her. This wasn’t any type of one night stand, this was what she wrote about. Something she never thought she would experience herself. Right in front of her.

He kept his lips onto her, slowly and romantically as he let out a couple moans himself. He knew she felt a lot better inside as she would try to even pull him closer to get more heat and comfort.

He continued to move inside of her, silencing her with his mouth. His movements were getting more passionate and intense. He balanced out the moment and movements until he knew she was nearing her climax. He was experienced and knows when a lady would be close to their climax.

“Gonna let go for me?” Johnny parted his lips, waiting for any sign that his indications were correct. Megara didn’t want the moment to go, but she knew that she was going to climax again with him. She nodded as she felt his movements getting sloppy.

He grabbed her shoulders as he pressed his body closer to hers in those final moments before he snapped. When the pleasure was released, he pressed his lips onto hers, letting out a growl in relief. Megara released her own pleasure shortly after, feeling intense heat that comforted her.

“Fuck” both said at the same time.

After a few moments to breathe, Johnny pulled out and sighed. “That, was fantastic.”

Before Megara could say something about the statement, Johnny playfully nudged her on the shoulder.

The two looked at the time and realised it was past midnight, and the team had a huge press conference in the morning. Johnny would have went all night, but he remembered what all nighters do to him and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Megara.

“Sleep?” Megara asked.

“Yes, sleep I would go all night with you but 8 am press does not sound ideal.” Johnny groaned as he plopped next to her, snapping his fingers to turn off the lights. Megara turned his body away from him but he pulled her close to his radiating body as they both drifted to sleep.

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Megara and Johnny were awoken by the sound of loud banging outside of the door. Johnny shifted up and started at the nude form of Megara. He was confused at first then sighed.

Ah right, the best thing ever happened last night.

“Hmm?” Johnny responded.

“GET UP THE PRESS IS HERE EARLY,” Sue hollered at the other side of the door.

Johnny looked at Megara who was starting to get up. He shook his head at her and covered her body with the blankets.

“Coming,” He got out of bed and glanced at Megara who was starting to drift back to sleep. He kissed her on the forehead as he got dressed for the day. Following the press, he planned to go to the flower shop and grab her some new sweets due to last night’s events. She deserved them after all.

Once he gotten dressed, he walked outside to see Sue standing there. She had a knowing grin on her face which scared Johnny a little bit.

“What is it?” Johnny asked.

“The walls are thin Johnny, we heard. Don’t think this is what we meant by treating her well. But prompts on you for her liking you back.” Sue muttered, Johnny turning a shade of red in embarrassment. “Just take care of her.”

Break Megara’s heart? Never.

Sue watched Johnny leave down the stairs and shook her head. She was glad that the two finally came to their senses.

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