#and someone else to appear soon is cami

[melien]

Like on a cue, as Milo thought back to Diego, he immediately appeared, and he wasn't alone. April was with him, and they both looked happy and inspired.

Diego: Milo! Guess what? You will never guess!

April: Great news! Diego got accepted into a firefighting academy!

Diego: Yes! Finally I have something to do with my life!

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 -- The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 514 (Do Not Copy) - 02.14.2024

    During one late evening, the cheerless Cama Veil sat at his desk while inside the Principal's Office at the Pluto Academy.

    Cama wore a zipped white shirt with three small pockets placed on both sides of its front. At each side along with the back of the waist was colored blue. And the shirt had a pair of short sleeves that were colored green-blue. He had on a pair of baggy khaki pants with a golden belt that had a squared silver buckle. He also wore dark-brown gloves and short black boots that had white at the middle. And his PAF badge was placed on the front left side of his shirt.

    He stared forward as he thought to himself.

During one evening, a door opened and someone slowly walked into the living room of a small house.

The person was Cama Veil as a nine year-old child. He had fair skin, blue eyes, and longer dark hair. He wore a white T-shirt underneath a buttoned red shirt that had long sleeves and a fair collar. Both his shirts were tucked into a pair of long light-gray jeans with a thick black belt. He also had on a pair of short gray socks. And he wore white shoes.

The boy walked into the kitchen as he carried his brown backpack. And he found his mother reading from her blue tablet which she held with her right hand. And she sat at the far end of a wooden table.

Cami wore a pink shirt with short light-blue sleeves, tight gray jeans, and short light-brown boots.

After placing his backpack on the table, Cama sat down and lowered his head.

"How's your day of school?" asked his mother.

Cama looked up at her and cried "Did we really have to move here?"

Cami placed her tablet down on the table as she told her son "We needed a new start. I thought that Pluto City would be a better place for us."

The small child lowered his head once again as Cami gave a soft smile.

The mother told Cama "You're a bright boy. And a high spirit. You'll find some friends soon."

Knocks suddenly came from the door at the front of the home. Cami hurried into the living room as Cama remained at the center. The mother opened the door. And standing outside were three children that appeared to be the same age as Young Cama.

At the right side was a skinny girl with fair skin and light-blue eyes. And her short dark-brown hair was placed in two pig-tails. She wore a long gray shirt with short sleeves, long light-blue jeans, and short dark-brown boots.

The one standing by her was a boy with fair skin, brown eyes, and short dark-brown hair that was wavy. And he was average built. He had on a white T-shirt, a sleeveless black vest, long light-brown jeans, white socks, and brown shoes.

The other was a larger boy with bright skin and blue-gray eyes. His dark-brown hair was short and spiked up. He wore a pale-green T-shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and gray shoes.

The boy remaining at the middle had asked "Hello ma'am, is Cama here?"

Young Cama hurried to the door and found the three children.

He soon cried to the boy in the middle "You're from school! You're Bries, right?"

"Yep," answered the other boy. "The name's Andy Bries. We have homeroom together."

Then Bries implied "We followed you from school. We're looking for another body to be in our team. We're planning Flag Football at the park nearby."

The girl asked "We came to ask if you'd like to play."

The larger boy commented "We heard you played a bit of football at your last school."

Cama held his right fist to his chest as he answered "Yeah, I play a little football."

"Well?" asked the girl. "Can you help us?"

And Bries told him "You'll be helping us out big time. We don't know anybody else that knows how to play ball."

Cama looked up at his mother and asked "Can I go?"

Cami shook her head with a relieved smile and told him "Go for it. Have fun."

The happy Cama rushed out the door and walked off with the three friends.

"By the way," The girl told Cama. "I'm Leta Myers."

And the larger boy cried "And I'm Wes Onni!"

"It's great to meet you guys," said Cama.

    A few minutes later, Cama held a picture with his right hand which were of four young people standing in front of two beautiful trees during a bright morning.

    The person standing at the far right side was an older Leta Myers. She had fair skin and light-blue eyes. The front part of her long hair was colored black while the other parts were red-violet. And the top part of her hair was tied in a high tail. She also had on black eyeliner and pink lipstick. She wore a buttoned white shirt with a fine collar and long sleeves. She also had on a pair of long black pants. And her feet were covered in short black boots.

    Another who remained by her left side was Cama Veil with fair skin, blue eyes, short brown hair, and a slender body. He wore a mauve shirt that had short dark-purple sleeves. He also had on a pair of pale-blue jeans, white socks, and short brown boots.

    The boy standing beside him was his closest friend, Andrew Bries. He had fair skin, blue eyes, an average body, and a clean face. His dark-brown hair was nearly shaved off. He had on a buttoned gray shirt with a thin collar and long sleeves. He wore a pair of gray dress-pants, black socks, and light-brown shoes. And he wore a black stocking cap on his head.

    And the other boy standing at the far left side was Wesley Onni. He was a larger-built youth with bright skin and blue-gray eyes. He had short dark-brown hair with a white cap covering the top part. He wore a white T-shirt with a V neck. He had on pale-blue jeans, gray socks, and pale-brown shoes. And he had on an opened khaki coat with a thick collar made of white fur.

    The emotional Cama shook his head and said "I wish we can go back to this. The four of us together again."

    Then someone walked into the office. It was his faithful lieutenant named Drea Hanen. She had light skin, green eyes, and an average-built body. She had long dark-brown hair that was made into two tails which remained at the left side. And the right side of her head was shaved off. She had on a black shirt with a thick golden collar and long white sleeve covering her left arm. Placed on her opened right arm were her two tattoos. She also wore a pair of baggy purple pants and long black boots. And her PAF badge remained on the front left side of her chest.

    Hanen walked toward the front of the desk as her commander laid the picture face down.

    And Cama told her "We shall work with Midas to take down the Bringer and his followers."

    Hanen shook her head and said "Yes sir."

    Then the stern commander added "I'll speak with Commander Ravenstone directly. I'll try to get him to surrender the Storms boy. And we'll keep the boy secured till Mephistopheles is finally neutralized."

    A small group of the villainous group rose from within the middle of the grasslands during the late evening. And they all stared forward at the front part of Midas City's entire location with the sadistic Aika leading them.

    Standing by her right side was the tall agent known as Kalree. He had light skin, cold brown eyes, and a slender but well-built body. His long brown hair was combed back and tied into a low pony-tail. He had his three silver pins pierced in a vertical pattern above his right eye as another pin remained on his chin. He also had on black eyeliner and purple lipstick. He had on his long black robe that had long sleeves and a purple hood laying on his back. Underneath his robe was a collared black shirt with a long dark-blue tie. And the white skull crest remained on the tie's knot. He also had on a pair of black dress-pants, black socks, and shiny black shoes.

    The hooded soldiers wearing black stood behind the pair as another person walked to the left side of their leader. This was an older man with pale skin, gray eyes, and a slender body. He had warm-gray hair that lowered past his ears. And he had pale-violet lips. He wore a buttoned white shirt underneath a long black robe that was buttoned. And placed on the front left side of the robe was the white skull crest. He also had on a pair of black dress-pants. And he wore a pair of short black boots.

    Aika gave a soft smile and implied "The Midas Armed Forces. They appear to be well prepared."

    Kalree reported "There indeed is a fine barrier covering the entire city starting from this area."

    The older agent leaned his head to the left side as he tapped the fingers from each hand together repeatedly. He soon gave a wicked smile.

    He informed Aika in a soft voice "They have brought in a shield to protect their fair city. Yes, yes. But there is more than one way to get into the city without detection."

    And Aika continued staring at the city as she gave a vicious grin.

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 514:  Retrieving the Vessel; Duo's Persona is Analyzed

    At the club called UltraLights, the overwhelmed Beau Ravenstone had sat at the center of a long bar as he drunk small sips from a small glass cup.

    The commander wore a collared white shirt with long sleeves underneath an opened black coat that had a thick golden cuff around each wrist. He had his golden MAF badge placed on the front left side of his shirt. He also had on a pair of long gray pants. And he wore white shoes.

    And the club's owner walked toward the left side of the seated commander. Rian Simms was a younger man with fair skin, green eyes, short dark-blond hair, and a fair beard. And he wore a pair of black glasses with orange lenses. He wore a buttoned green shirt that had a thick collar and long sleeves. Tied around his neck was a long light-orange sash. And he wore a thin black watch around his right wrist. He also had on a pair of tight green pants with vertical purple lines. And he wore brown boots with silver toe caps.

    The calm Rian had asked "Everyone at Midas knows that Storms kid is your son?"

    Beau drank another sip of his drink and informed the barista "I have only informed the main staff because of what has happened as of late."

    Rian blew a small breath from his mouth and commented "Uau, isso e legal! So the Bringer's really coming after him. Surely you doubled up on security."

    "We have," answered Beau. "Seven of Nine made certain that the barrier which surrounds the city at this moment is fully functional."

    "That's good and all," said Rian. "But did you get some soldiers to guard the kid's home?"

    Beau shook his head and reported "I have asked a few soldiers to hide themselves as they watch over my son and his family."

    Rian shook his head and questioned "How is it between you and the Storms boy?"

    Beau lowered his head and told him "Duo Storms has come to terms with this. But he wishes to have nothing to do with me. He was recently threatened by Denny to stay away."

    "That kid Denny," commented Rian. "He must love running his mouth and being very territorial."

    Then Beau replied "Denny is still angry about losing Tai. I also still grieve for Tai."

    Rian nodded his head and added "That, and Denny's pissed off about something else."

    Beau implied "Him being that way must be the account of his lifestyle and past. Duo has become more popular among many of the students including the girls. This is simply a form of rivalry with him and Denny although Duo has never had a problem with Denny."

    "That may be the case," inserted Rian. "And Denny's brash behavior lately."

    Beau gave a soft smile and replied "I am certain Denny will calm himself if her were to learn about Duo as an individual. I know that Duo is kind underneath his tough exterior."

    "You know," described Rian. "Every trait you described. And from what I saw. He could be a exact copy of Tai."

    "Perhaps," implied Beau. "It seems Duo has many traits that describe Tai definitely including the both of them being caring and very supportive of those around them."

    Rian agreed by shaking his head and Beau added "But Duo's courageous persona has turned into troubled due to the hold that the Bringer has over him."

    "Yeah," answered Rian. "Mephistopheles will stop at nothing to have Duo in his grasp."

    And Beau told him "I will do everything in my power to keep Duo protected. I will do this not only as a soldier for Midas City, but as his father."

[frcstdfae]

Having  Cami  around  to  sit  in  relatively  silent  surroundings  with  only  the  clicking  of  fingers  on  keyboards  brought  a  sense  of  calm  to  her  as  she  continued  the  silent  effort  to  correct  her  book.  It  had  been  consuming  her  entire  being  lately,  feeling  as  though  she  was  never  going  to  come  up  for  air.  As  soon  as  she  was  done,  all  the  work  would  be  worth  it  to  see  her  name  amongst  the  shelves  that  she  roamed  through  as  part  of  her  daily  routine.  That  didn’t  mean  the  journey  to  get  there  wasn’t  a  struggle.  Maggie  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  she  wasn’t  hunched  over  her  laptop,  often  forgetting  basic  needs  until  someone  else  appeared  before  her.  “I  was  editing  as  I  was  going,”  Maggie  exclaimed,  exasperation  evident  in  her  voice.  “It’s  just  parts  of  it  are  basically  an  entire  rework  to  fix  what  they  want  to  publish.”  A  simple  wave  at  her  words,  not  even  minding  that  Cami  was  explaining  something  that  Maggie  understood  fully.  “How’s  the  paper  going?”

               own  fingers  are  quick  with  their  movements  on  the  laptop  keyboard,  managing  paragraphs  per  hour,  allowing  the  tension  within  her  shoulders  to  slowly  begin  to  let  up  as  the  time  ticks  by  and  their  ability  to  submit  the  paper  comes  closer.  head  turns  once  maggie’s  voice  takes  over,  a  soft  smile  tugging  at  the  sides  of  her  lips.  “  why  wouldn’t  you?  c’mon,  maggie,  that’s  every  authors  first  mistake.  you  edit  every  five  to  ten  pages,  that  way  you  know  it’s  good,  then  you  should  be  jotting  down  points  that  are  designated  for  the  plot  to  make  sure  you  don’t  —  ”  a  beat,  lips  pressing  together  to  hold  back  her  own  chuckle.  “  sorry,  i’m  not  helping  —  just  telling  you  how  to  do  your  job,  apparently.  ”

[haneulseukai]

𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝘼𝙔

Colours, they don't always appear for everyone. Only those who found true love saw colours, I used to see colours.

Colour soulmate!

This au works a little different though, you will only have the ability to see colours in general if you love your s/o to a great extend or you truly found the love of your life. The rest will be explain in the story to avoid potential spoilers hehhahah

- Camilo's thoughts

- y/n is a guitar player, singer and a songwriter!

- he/him for Camilo, she/her for y/n

- warning! angst no comfort

PT1 , PT2

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝟷𝟻

The weather was kind that day. Not too sunny nor too cloudy, just perfect for the two to lay down near a river to rest and chat together. As they always do, jokes, laughter, stories they have and songs they love. Y/n loves to play the guitar and sing while Camilo loves to hear her melodies.

"Hey, y/n!" Camilo nudges the girl beside him "Would you sing at my wedding?"

Y/n stared at him intently "How much am i paid for?"

"Whatttt, you're not going to sing sincerely on my wedding? I thought we were friends!"

The girl chuckled at him "Fine, but on one condition"

"Anything"

"Let me have the stage with you"

I never knew what she meant by that but I agreed nonetheless.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝟸𝟸

"You promised you would sing right?" Camilo smiled brightly, excited to hear y/n sing on D-Day which was tomorrow.

Y/n smiled grimly "Of course! Why wouldn't I"

"Hey... Are you nervous? It's okay if you dont want to, we could just hang out after the vows" Camilo caresses y/n's shoulder in an attempt to soothe her.

"No no, I- yeah I no worries, I'll be fine! Just nervous that's all, I could always get over stage fright!" she reassures him as she slowly removes Camilo's hand from her shoulder "It's alright Camilo, tomorrow will go well"

Or at least, she hopes to make it after she gets off the stage.

'I do' I vowed

"I do" Camilo vowed, his hands in hers, smiling happily.

Yet, the colours wasnt fully seen for him. 'I thought they would-' his thoughts were cut off by his parents hugging the both of them and congratulating them endlessly.

The girl giggles at her newly in laws. She was happy but Camilo felt off. He wanted to be happy, after all, he is married to a girl of his choice.

"Hey! Camilo, congrats to the both of you," y/n gently punches Camilo's arm as a friendly gesture "years and years of knowing you, I honestly thought you were hopeless! You should rethink about this sometimes, Alvaline"

"Cami is perfect, don't worry" Alvaline giggles

"oh don't humour her, Alvaline" Camilo retorts which made the two girls laughed.

Y/n stepped onto the stage in front of the wedding's venue. The newlyweds' and their family's table sitting at the side where they could clearly see the performance upstage. The grip y/n had on her guitar tightened as she stood in front of the microphone. Out of habit, she glanced towards Camilo who smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up as encouragement.

With a deep breath, she started strumming.

𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙤 𝙈.

I smiled at you, assuring that you will do well. You never told me what song you were going to play or if you were writing a new one just for this occasion. You said it was a surprise and indeed it was.

'The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love?'

Who do i love?

I looked down at my empty plate, my fingers drumming the table, 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?

-

'This is me praying that, this was the very first page'

'Not where the story line ends'

'My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again'

'These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon'

Your voice had an inch of pain, my eyes flickered and immediately looked at you. Your eyes were already on me, staring as if you were trying to tell me something.

'I was enchanted to meet you'

I was too.

'Please, don't be in love with someone else'

'Please, don't be in love with someone else'

'Please don't have somebody waiting on you'

'Please don't have somebody waiting on you'

My eyes widened, the colours bursting in my eyes, the colour of your hair, the red guitar in your hands that you've loved so much, the crown of marigolds in your hair, it was all.... vibrant.

I was no longer seeing any spots of dull colours. My heart was rapidly beating, the urge to go upstage and just talk with you, i had to hold back.

'This night is flawless, don't you let it go'

I let you go.

'I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone'

Because of me.

'I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you'

I didn't until now.

You seem to have noticed my reaction, delivering the last lines with a personal indication.

'Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you'

'It's too late' you mouthed towards me and smiled before averting your gaze towards the audience.

The colours.

They're fading.

Hello! My first fic on tumblr, ohhhh spooky. I'm not the most proud of this fic but im very happy with the idea but that's it. Part 2 will be up soon! It'll explain more about how seeing colours work in the story and stories from y/n and Camilo's adolescents. I SWEAR EVERYTHING HAS AN EXPLANATION.

My head was like, hehe too many fluff under camilo x reader tag, i should bring more pain. Yeah i-

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

#15. "You've taken my heart with you." W Elijah 🥺

Words from the Past

Summary: Elijah receives an unexpected letter

Pairing: Past!Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Other characters: Camille O'Connell

Prompt: "You've taken my heart with you"

Warnings: angst, slight canon divergence (?), perhaps Camille is a bit oc (?)

A/n: Hey Shle! This... turned out much longer than I expected but I truly hope you enjoy it!✨💕 @hellotvshowtrash

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @nalledimessi @ronniemikaelson @xxwritemeastoryxx

"Elijah!"

When he entered the Rousseau's, the last thing Elijah expected was Camille calling for him the moment he stepped in. Even though he was a quite regular there and the friendly bartender had always been nothing but nice to him, it was the first time Camille looked like she was actually waiting for him to arrive.

He walked to the counter and sat on a stool, his eyes immediately focusing on the wrickle between her eyebrows. "What's troubling you, Cami? You look quite worried."

"Well..." she started, drying her hands on her apron, "Something weird happened."

Elijah's eyebrows rose in response. "What kind of weird?"

"You see, my friend has decided to finally move out of her mother's house and she has just bought this very nice apartment, just outside the French Quarter and inside she found a lot of things of the previous owner. She needed help moving these things out and hers in, so of course I offered to help..."

"Are you getting any closer to the point?" he sighed, to which Cami chuckled very lightly.

"Yes," she assured him, crouching behind the counter but still talking to him. "So, I go help my friend and guess what I found in one of the many drawers in that flat?"

Elijah truly wanted to sigh again, but Cami's light and joyful tone did nothing but make a small smile appear on his face. "I believe you're going to tell me even if I don't."

"You're right." Finally she reappeared, holding a letter that she immediately handed to him. "I believe this is for you."

Looking skeptically at the envelope, Elijah took it carefully. The paper was stained by time: what once was white, now had taken a yellow hue, with some darker spots where humidity had done the its worst.

Then he turned it around.

Despite the decades, his name was still visible. The ink had barely lost its dark, deep colour. He lightly moved his fingertips on the letters, following the writer's handwriting, one that he knew well. One that he thought he was never going to see again.

"I'll you you alone with it," Cami murmured before moving on the other side of the counter to serve another client.

Elijah passed a hand over his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the envelope, almost scared to open it and reveal what had been hiding there for almost a century.

In the end, he managed to regain possession of his hands long enough to free the letter sealed inside. It was slightly less deteriorated, your small and dense writing covering the two pages carefully folded in half.

As soon as he started reading, a voice —your voice—, a voice he never really forgot, started whispering in his ears. A ghost of the past, back for one last goodbye.

My dearest Elijah,

I know this letter will never reach you. Even if I knew where you were — which I don't, since you didn't care enough to tell me — I don't think I could ever find the courage to send this.

I don't know what scares me the most; you, with the aid of some impossible miracle, finding it, or that it could fall in someone else's hands. I can't even phatom it, dirty hands on my words, hungry eyes running over my writing and eating my memories like crows on a carcass.

Perhaps I shouldn't even write it at all; but then again, your memory is already starting to fade, like the magic haze that follows dreams slowly disappears as you wake up.

And as much as I would want to forget you and the pain you left behind, I also know it would be my greatest regret. You were the best thing in my life, Elijah, no matter how quickly you entered it and how rapidly you vanished.

The compulsion. Elijah passed a hand through his hair. He had forgotten that part. Making you slowly forget everything that ever happened between you two... thinking about it now, it was nothing but a mean way to clear his conscience.

If you had forgotten him, then it was like he had never left you. Like he had never existed at all. Like he hadn't broke your heart running away in a mindless attempt to keep you safe from an inexistent danger.

It was selfish, deprive you of your memory, nothing more.

But you had find a way to fight it, in a way.

"Of course you did." A small, sad smile appeared on his lips as he continued reading.

I don't remember much of our first meeting. Maybe I had one too many drinks, or maybe it's my mind failing me, but I can't recall how I found myself in that speakeasy, or even what it looked like, or what I was wearing.

However, I remember how easily your hand found mine when you asked me to dance. How effortlessly you made me laugh as we twirled and moved to the rhythm of the saxophones. How naturally our lips found each other's as we hid under a porch, waiting for the rain to ease.

After that, it's all details. Wet hair stuck to my face, the soft rustle of clothes falling to the floor, the heath of our bodies mixing on our skin, cold for the rain and the shivers that rooted from our touch.

And your eyes... they still hunt my dreams. The little specks of amber that appeared in them when the first light of the sun graced your face... it took me a while to notice them dancing in your eyes, but if there's one memory I want to hold onto as long as I can, that's what I'd choose.

Elijah had to stop his read again. All those memories that he had locked away, all those feelings that they hold were hitting him like a merciless wave, full of regrets and unsaid truths and bittersweet moments that didn't last enough time.

What have you done to me, Elijah... what kind of enchantment have you put on your lips and how can I break this curse? My mind goes back to you every night, craving your presence when it shouldn't, not when you've taken my heart with you as you left.

Did you truly not care about me?

"Of course I did," he whispered, his breath short and a sudden weight on his chest. He loosened his tie.

Perhaps you didn't love me, and that I would understand...

"Of course I did." He opened the first button of his shirt.

But I thought you had for me at least some sort of affection.

"Of course I do."

Elijah had never gave away so much of him so quickly to anyone else before you entered that speakeasy, a november night of 1922. Surrounded by chandeliers and candles, you were the brightest beacon in the room. And he felt pulled to your light, like a wanderer lost in the desert to a mirage.

I wonder where you are right now. If there's another person lying next to you, their skin covered with the lingering softness of your lips, like mine still is. If you have forgotten me already or you hold my memory in your heart, like I do. If you love me...

The ink there was blurred. Round drops had made the following few words illegible, tears that time had dried but that never took away the despair they were filled with.

Goodbye, Elijah. There's nothing left for me to say.

Yours forever,

Y/N

Your voice left his mind as he read your name. And then again. And again. He read it so many time, his lips mouthing it each time, a chant that was not going to bring you back or change the past.

He chose to leave you, he chose to leave the only thing that had ever been his, just his and no one else's. He had you and he was foolish enough to let your hand go.

"Elijah?"

His eyes finally moved from your words, meeting Cami's blue eyes, again filled with worry. He had forgotten she was there.

She put a hand on his forearm. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he nodded, even though his voice was more feeble than the light of a dying candle. He cleared his throat before adding: "Why do you ask?"

"Elijah... you're crying."

[abbatoirablaze]

A Good Girl's Easter

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  Implied smut, oral (f receiving) , Lee not being able to keep his hands to himself (lee being lee), mentions of cheating, slight angst, surprise announcement(s), holding sex over their partner’s head (but not really), teasing, oral (m receiving)

Em

“Guys, I don’t know about this…” Em said slowly as she showed the girls how she looked in her outfit.  The girls slowly started to appear on their respective zoom cameras.  Em did a few turns for the camera, her little playboy bunny costume’s tail bobbing as she waddled, “I-I don’t feel sexy…I’m into my second trimester and dressed in a one piece with a cotton tail and bunny ears…and Le-“

“Well hello, little bunny…” Lee said as he entered the room.  His breath got caught in his throat as he hungrily eyed his wife.  The soft pink of the costume highlighted the blush that rose to her cheeks when she noticed him.  Her heart raced as he stalked towards her.  Lee felt his cock twitch in his sleep pants, “this sure as hell is a way to wake up before the kids.”

Em slammed the laptop down, knowing full well the look in his eyes.  The smallest of smiles perched itself on her lips, “y-you like this?”

Lee’s eyes trailed down to the fully erect member straining against his sleep pants, “is this enough of an answer for you, sweet pea?”

Em felt herself getting wet as he closed the distance, his cock pressing against the swell of her stomach, “Lee.”

She could see the lust blown pupils up close.  Could hear the hitch in his breathing when his hands settled on her curves, “I swear, if you weren’t already pregnant, I’d put another baby in you.”

“Lee, this is baby number five,” she reminded him softly as she touched his face, “you c-“

“And I’mma be working on baby number six soon enough,” he growled playfully as he pressed a slow kiss to his wife’s lips, “you-this-so fucking sexy, sweet pea.  God, the things I’m going to do to you today”

“Lee…the kids will be awake soon…you have to be at the park to start the annual Easter egg hunt,” she giggled as her husband was quick to slide the bottom of the costume to the side as his fingers worked themselves into her drenched core.  She moaned and her hands instantly went around his neck, “Mr. Mayor…what are you doing?”  

“We’ll be quick,” he promised as he dropped to his knees and his tongue licked at her inner thigh, “I just wanna have a taste of my little bunny first.”

Maddie

“I don’t hear Em anymore,” Jake commented from the bed as he watched his wife changing into her little bunny costume, “Lee catch her in it?”

“Oh yeah,” she giggled, “she disconnected so quick.”

“Don’t they have like four kids now?” Britt asked from the call.

“Yep.  And baby number five is due in a few months around September or October,” Cami smiled from her camera.  She was the only one not getting dressed up in a bunny costume.  Instead, she had her hair pulled up in a messy bun and was wearing an oversized hoodie, “and from what it sounded like, he’s gonna be working on baby six sooner rather than later.”

“He just can’t seem to keep his hands off her.”

“Better on her, than someone else,” Jake muttered.  Maddie’s eyes widened as she looked at her husband who was lounging on their bed before the kids woke them.  It took him a second, but he realized his misstep.  He sat up and went over to the laptop, “I’m so sorry Cami, I d-“

“It’s fine, Jake,” she frowned, biting her lip, “I uh-I’m just glad I found out when I did…I was going to ask him for another baby…I want a little boy so bad…and well-“

“Fuck him,” Sasha growled from her camera as she came into view, “he’s a fucking pig for doing what he did.”

“Sasha…that’s your dad,” Britt reminded her, “aren’t yo-“

“Fuck him,” she repeated, “Peggy is a fucking cunt.  He lost something amazing with you, Cami.  Don’t let that asshole back into your life.”

“Thanks Sash,” Cami muttered.  After a moment of silence, she started again, “come on girls…get into view…I wanna see how everyone looks.”

“You could have done this too,” Maddie commented, “it’s a great way to feel sexy.”

 “Yeah,” Britt added playfully, “weren’t you at your dads a few days ago coloring eggs with the new cap.”

“You really do have a thing for guys in a suit, don’t you,” Sasha teased playfully, “Sam Wilson, right?”

Cami blushed, “Sam’s just a friend, guys.”

“Oh I know that look, you got a crush.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but I’m not going to act on it,” she replied, sticking her tongue out, “Sam’s my dad’s friend.”

“That didn’t stop any of us,” Britt smirked, “and look how that turned out.” 

“Is it a Levinson thing?” Cami asked as she cocked a brow, “Nia’s been doing nothing but encourage me to try and go for Sam too.”

“You still talk to Nia?” Sasha asked after a moment.

“Hey that’s my step daughter,” Britt said quickly, “choose your next words carefully.”

“I’m just surprised,” Sasha admitted, “she cheated on her dad after all.”

“That was years ago,” Cami said thoughtfully, “they’re friends now…”

“They kind of have to be…she works in the med wing.”

“Is she still seeing Lance?”

“Who knows,” Cami shrugged, “they’re so on and off, it’s like a light switch…and I’m not going to ask…now come on.  Let me see the costumes…stop changing the subject.”

Maddie came beside Jake and looked at everyone on the screen.  Each of the girls began complimenting one another and giving playful whistles.

“Wait,” Britt asked, raising her brow, “no offense or nothing, but why is Jake here?  I thought we were going to surprise the guys.”

“Whose idea did you think the playboy bunnies on easter was?” Maddie asked, shooting the camera a look, “I’ve had this costume for weeks…”

“And we’ve been putting it to very good use,” Jake grinned as he pulled his wife onto his lap, “and speaking of ideas and things coming to light…we have a surprise that we wanted to talk about.”

“A surprise?”

“We were going to wait until everyone was here later,” Jake sighed as he patted his wife’s thigh, “and Maddie wanted to tell Em…”

“WE’RE PREGNANT!” Maddie squealed excitedly, “BABY JENSEN NUMBER THREE IS OFFICIALLY IN THE OVEN!”

Sasha

“Oh my god!”

“Congratulations guys!”

“Awwww, you guys make such cute babies.”

“What are you hoping for?”

“Guys…guys, we’ll answer all questions at an official Easter press conference,” Jake joked as he and Maddie giggled over the news, “Thank you.  Yes, Maddie has given me two beautiful babies, I’m hoping to go three for three.  And Maddie wants another little girl, but I think the boys need to take over the numbers game.”

“I’m so happy for you!” Cami smiled tearfully, “god, Em’s gonna lose her mind.  She always gets so excited when you’re pregnant.”

“Remember the baby shower for Layla?”

“Oh my god, the ‘goddess inside us’ theme,” Britt giggled, thinking about how Em planned the surprise baby shower for Maddie and then made it an avante garde Greek goddess theme, “congratulations guys.”

“Well now that we’ve told everyone we’re gonna go celebrate again…you know, before the kids wake up,” Maddie giggled, looking back to her husband, “Bye guys.”

The girls chorused the goodbyes and Cami’s screen went dark as well after the babies started crying, signaling that they were awake, leaving Britt and Sasha together.”

“Hey…fancy seeing you here.”

“Hey…”

“Dad said you were planning on coming by…”

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything…”

“You miss him…don’t you?”

“Britt…there’s som-“

“He and Rachel never worked out you know,” Britt said, biting her lip, “after he stopped you from signing away your rights, Rachel left him and took the little boy…moved to California…she said he was still hung up on you…”

“Britt…I really need to tell-“

“I know that you wanted to be just Sasha Rogers, but now that you graduated, do you thi-“

“Me and Andy are back together.”

“What?”

 Britt’s eyes widened at the information she’d just been told, “what are you talking about?  You’re in Boston…with your new boyfriend.  You said you weren’t moving back to the city unt-”

“I’m really glad you don’t recognize your father’s bedroom,” she muttered holding back her smirk. Sasha lifted her laptop up and sure enough there was her father’s room around her.  Only there were some minute changes like photos of one another on each of their nightstands and the normally empty nightstand had things like her phone and charger and keys on it, “I uh…I got back in a few nights ago…we were going to surprise everyone at lunch today.  Michael is really proud that he managed to keep the secret this long.”

“How long have you two been back together?” she asked.  Then her brow furrowed, “wait, my five year old little brother knew?”

“My ‘new boyfriend’ was always your dad.”

“You’ve been dating him since Christmas and you’re just now telling me?” she asked, “he didn’t tell me?”

“He said he told Ari…I thought you knew.”

Britt looked back towards the door, knowing that her husband was making breakfast, “I’m gonna go talk to him…I’ll see you later today?”

“Yeah…” she smiled gently, “I-I’ll be the girl on your dad’s arm.”

Britt’s screen went black, and Sasha sighed, her hands falling into her face as she felt bad. 

“You okay?”

Her head shot up to see Andy standing in the door frame.  He meant to come across as concerned for his girlfriend, but the only thoughts that he could really process were the ones revolving around how his sexy girlfriend would look between his legs, sucking him off.  She bit her lip, “I don’t think Britt knew about us, Andy…”

He furrowed his brows, “I told Ari…he helped me book the flight for Michael and I to Boston for Valentine’s day.”

Sasha smiled, thinking of how her boys showed up in Boston, both in suits, holding roses and asking her to be their Valentine.  Andy stepped into his bedroom and walked up to his girlfriend.  She stood and he swept her up in his arms, “I love you, Andrew.”

“I love you too, Sasha…” he smiled, kissing her temple, “now what do you say we put that cute little costume to good use before Michael wakes up and we head to Britt and Ari’s…”

“I think I know just what you need, Andy,” she purred as she dropped to her knees.  His breath hitched as he watched her slide down his sleep pants, his cock bumping against his chest as his erection sprang free of it’s confines.  She looked up at him through thick lashes, “mmm…is this my Easter treat, daddy?”

“Oh, fuck,” Andy whimpered as she took him into her hands and slid his length past her lips, “Sash.”

Britt

She was fuming as she stomped away from her laptop. 

Why hadn’t he told her? 

“Ari Levinson, you have so much explained to do,” she grumbled as she stepped into the kitchen.  Ari turned around, the apron hanging off his otherwise shirtless frame as he flipped the pancake in the pan.  She tried to keep angry and focused on the task at hand, but her mind began to wander as her eyes trailed down her husband’s muscular chest.  He gave her an amused look as his own mind began to race at the sight of his wife in the sexy bunny costume.  But his breath hitched at her next words, “You knew about Sasha and my dad getting back together!”

“Shit,” he cursed, realizing that his wife had found out about the secret, “Britt, I-“

“You let me think that my dad was upset over Rachel leaving, and you knew that he was back with my best friend.  We spent weeks checking in on him and babying him.”

“I thought you would be mad at her,” he said quickly, trying to cover himself, “I thought that she would tell you like Andy told me.  I mean, Michael knew.”

She poked his chest, “well she didn’t…and I hope you enjoyed this little preview, because now…no sex for a month.”

Ari’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at her statement, “Britt-baby, don’t you-“

“No.  Sex.”

“That’s not fair,” he whined, pulling the pancake off the heat.  He went over to his wife around the other side of the counter.  He tried to reach out to her, but she shook her head, “baby…it wasn’t even my secret to tell!”

“This bunny’s tail…off limits,” she said firmly as Ari pulled her to his chest.  She sighed, knowing that she would cave the second he actually tried to convince her.  All he really had to do was give her that look, and her panties would be off and she’d be guiding him into her, but she held up her faux barrier strong, “I hope it was worth it.”

“Baby-“

“This honey pot is off limits.”

“Mommy?”

The couple froze.

“Shit.”

“Mommy why are you dressed like a bunny?” Israel asked.

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

[angryschnauzer]

He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

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He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass. 

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?”

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed. 

-

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

-

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…” 

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

-

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

-

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss. 

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

-

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go. 

[adie-dee]

ROYGBIV TAG

Rules: find all 7 colors of the rainbow in your wip(s)

Thanks for the tag @catharticallysarcastic

I'll tag @hottubraccoon @vexed-hexed-perplexed @isherwoodj @thegreatobsesso and anyone else who wants to join in!

RED

A shot rang out, the noise punctuated by Marcus’ wide eyes and his mouth opening in a gasp. A bright red flower bloomed on the front of his shoulder. As I gaped, my hand covering my mouth, Marcus collapsed in my lap.

ORANGE

“Talk about what?” I asked, attempting to whack his knuckles with my fork when he reached for another blueberry. “How lame your kidnapping attempt was? Or your stupid threat?”

He fidgeted with the leather band around his right wrist, rubbing at a dirty bit of orange ribbon braided through it. “‘Bout the fact someone wants you dead.”

YELLOW

 “So I assume you being here means your friend didn’t pass on my message,” I said, “Or he did and you just don’t care. How’s it feel to be the last man standing against me, anyway?”

“Fucking lucky, that’s for damn sure,” he said, gently touching the now yellowing bruise below his eye. “Dunno how you managed to stab Evan in the foot of all places, but he is pissed.”

GREEN

Faith was near the back bar, standing under a large banner with the words HAPPY NOT BIRTHDAY painted on it in large pink letters. Her pink bob was styled into a halo of curls, the colour a brighter shade than usual, though the pink tinge to her creamy skin suggested the bar lighting was the cause. She was dressed up too, pairing a black leather miniskirt with a crisp white shirt and hot pink ankle boots, leaving me feeling a little underdressed in my baggy denim overalls and neon-green crop tee. My outfit was cute, sure, but Faith was always a level above.

BLUE

When I came back out Blake was laying on his side with his t-shirt pulled up to his neck, exposing bruises all over his back. The deep reds and blues of the bruises contrasted with his tanned skin, the marks spreading far enough up his back that they coloured in what appeared to be a normally monochrome tattoo of a lily.

INDIGO (didn't have it, found PURPLE instead)

After that was all done I rummaged through my pile of clothes, finally managing to find a black miniskirt that was mostly clean. It wasn’t the work uniform per se, but it would do in a pinch, and considering I was doing Greta a favour by coming in at all I couldn’t really see her having cause to complain. I finished it off with a sheer purple cami over a stripy rainbow bralette, and grabbed an oversized denim shirt to use as a jacket. My work shirt would cover it all while I was working, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t look cute once I was done.

VIOLET (Didn't have it, found PINK instead)

I started with my makeup. I didn’t know how to cover a bruise but YouTube came to my rescue, and soon I couldn’t tell I was ever injured at all. My hair didn’t take much; a ponytail would do the job, and with the pink lights over the bar I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone noticing it was white and connecting me to the abduction. And if they did, it would be easily deniable. After all, who would go to work the day after something like that?

BONUS: RAINBOW

I threw most of my cleanish clothes into the bag without concern for any wrinkles, but the maxi dress hanging in my wardrobe received the utmost care. It was the one thing I’d planned for my birthday: my final outfit, as it were. It had cost me almost a month's worth of wages, but I knew I needed it the moment I saw it. It was a creamy pastel rainbow, like a pale oil slick, and the material was so soft that it felt like wearing a cloud. Mum was going to flip when I rocked it down to breakfast on Monday.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Madelaine//i wasn’t ready then, i’m ready now, i’m heading straight for you

Request: Maybe you could do an imagine for Madeleine where reader is pregnant and is hanging out with cami Lili and Vanessa while Madeleine films a scene and she goes into labor and the girls start to panic and Madeleine has to cut the scene short & just fluff?

hey! its returned!! wooo! i hope you like this!!! also, thank you @statticghost for helping me with the title! it’s from adele’s ‘sweetest devotion’ which she wrote for her kid, which is quite nice. anyway, go check out @stattic-writes because they’re great and i like them a lot!! and have a nice day!! 

To most people, the behind the scenes of the Riverdale set is one huge maze that takes an eternity to walk through. With giant sets, an uncertain amount of rooms used for anything from storage to nap rooms and an unlimited amount of wiring lining the walls and floors. 

However to a very pregnant woman, it’s almost impossible to get through without getting lost at least twice, tripping at least five times (made even worse when you can’t see past your own stomach) and having to sit down every five minutes. Plus, the dull ache in your back you’ve been feeling all morning hasn’t really helped you. You’ve spent a good hour walking around and looking for your friends, and you’ve only now just found them, sat in what is usually the student lounge of Riverdale High. 

“Y/n? Did you swallow a planet?” Lili asks and you send her a sarcastic smile as you waddle towards her. 

Vanessa and Cami stop talking at the mention of your name, and large smiles appear on their faces once they see you. Cami and Vanessa stand to help you the last few feet to where they’re all sat while Lili moves along on the brown sofa so you can sit down. 

“It certainly looks like I did.” You huff once you’ve sat down. Your hands rest on your stomach as you take a few minutes to catch your breath. 

“Don’t listen to her. You look great.”

“You are a terrible liar Cami.”

“I’m not lying, you look amazing, especially considering the fact that you’re 38 weeks pregnant.” She argues, both Vanessa and Lili agreeing with her and you roll your eyes at your friends. They’re very sweet, but they’re all awful liars. 

“39 actually.”

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” Vanessa shifts in her seat so she’s facing you and you huff loudly, crossing your arms over your chest. You probably look like a grumpy toddler right now, with a pout on your lips and your arms crossed, but so would anybody that had been asked the same question every time they had a conversation with someone over the past few weeks.

“I should.” You nod. “But there���s only so much day time television I can take. My god its boring, I need to do something.”

“You’re gonna miss boring when they come along.” Lili glances at your stomach and you smile softly. 

“I know. But right now I couldn’t care less. I just want to talk to somebody that isn’t myself or a baby that can’t reply.”

“You’ve been talking to yourself?” Cami asks with a hint of concern in her voice. 

“I spend hours alone in the house, who else am I supposed to talk to.”

“Your friends?” She shrugs. 

“You try answering the door, or the phone with this attached to you making everything ten times harder.” You reply, sending her a look. 

“Fair point.” She nods. 

“How’d you get here then?” Lili asks. 

“With great difficulty.” You say, despite the lack of humour in your tone, the girls still laugh at your comment and even though you don’t want to, you feel a small smile breaking through your grumpy facade, until all four of you are giggling quietly. “Is Madelaine around?” 

“She’s filming at the minute, but she should be done soon.” Vanessa tells you, grabbing her phone and checking the time. You nod slowly, weighing up your lunch options while you look around. 

“Who’s facing Cheryl Blossom’s wrath today?” You ask. 

“Archie.” Lili replies, sending you a look and you grimace. 

“Poor KJ.”

“I think the stress of the baby is making her acting even better. She seems to channel all of that stress into making Cheryl the bitchiest woman ever. Its fascinating to watch.” Cami says and you smile at your friend. 

“And kind of scary.” Lili adds making you laugh. 

“Yeah. She’s kind of gone a little crazy over the past few weeks. She’s been planning literally everything. She has notebooks filled with baby things, the nursery was finished within the first month that we found out I was pregnant. And last week, she started setting alarms at weird hours of the night to get used to the sleep schedule.” You explain and they look at you with varying amounts of alarm. 

“Its sweet that she’s excited though.” Vanessa says. 

“Yeah it is.” You smile. They’ve never seen you smile like that before, full of excitement and joy and it makes them all smile too. Madelaine has the same look whenever somebody mentions you or the baby, and its very sweet to witness.

Your fingers draw light patterns over your stomach, and the baby kicks in return. Despite the pain, you smile anyway, wondering if they can hear you take about their mom.

They could come at any time really and you and Madelaine are waiting eagerly to welcome them into the world. Its something you’ve been wanting and waiting for, for two years, so you’re more than excited. Its been a long and draining journey filled with high exceptions and disappointing realities, doctors surgeries and needles and tears and frustration, but its all been leading up to this, and so its more than worth it. 

“I can’t wait to meet them.” Cami interrupts your thoughts and you look at her slightly dazed. 

“Yeah, me too.” Both Vanessa and Lili nod in agreement and you smile at the three of them. 

“Do you have any names?” Vanessa asks. 

“Nothing for certain yet. I think Madelaine’s convinced that when it comes out, it’ll just have a face that fits a name.” 

“So the answer is no then?” Cami teases. 

“Basically yeah.” You agree, laughing a little. 

“I don’t know if Madelaine has told you but, I hope you know you’re probably going to need a bigger house with all of the stuff you’re going to get just from us three.”

“Yep.” You nod. “She’s told me. And she told me about all the other cast and crew. Is it true that Casey got a huge 6ft teddy bear.” 

“Yes.” Lili laughs. “It lives in his spare room and he’s become quite attached to it.” 

“I’m pretty sure he said he was keeping that one and just buying you a new one.” Vanessa continues and the four of you laugh loudly. 

Yours however, is cut short by a sharp pain in your lower stomach. Your sudden inhale stops all laughter and the three of them look at you quickly. Your eyes screw shut while one hand grips your lower back and the other holds your stomach. 

“Y/n?” Vanessa asks quietly. “Is everything okay.” 

“Nope.” You force out through gritted teeth, slowly opening your eyes to look at them. 

Even though you’re fully prepared for this, you’ve read every book and article, some even twice because of Madelaine, now that its actually happening, all of that knowledge has gone out the window and all you want to do is cry. Nothing is right, Madelaine is busy, and its a week early and even though you love your friends dearly, the way they are looking at you is making you feel more panicked. 

The pain dulls a little at you let out a long breath, gripping the corner of the sofa and all three of the girls wince as they watch you. You feel something shift, and then another wave of pain rolls around and you grit your teeth again, pressure building up in your lower abdomen. 

“Is it happening?” Vanessa asks and you nod quickly. 

“Are you sure?” Lili asks, helping you stand when you try and do it yourself. Vanessa and Cami surround you, all of them steadying you while you’re doubled over in pain. 

“No. I’m just trying to tell this apart from a stomach ache, yes of course I’m sure. How can you not be sure that a human life is coming out of you?!” You grumble angrily, trying to focus your breathing. 

“Okay, just checking.” She apologizes. “Why don’t you sit down?” 

“I don’t want to sit down.” 

“Okay, me and Cami will help you stand, and Lili will go find Mads. Okay?” Vanessa takes charge of the situation and you’re glad somebody has. You don’t know what you would have done if all three of them stayed this panicked. 

“Okay.” You nod and Cami takes over from Lili. “Please hurry.” You hear Lili walk away, her footsteps getting quieter and you try to focus on listening for her coming back. 

“Okay, right. What do we do? I’ve never been in this situation before, what do we do?” Vanessa says frantically, looking around and trying to find something to help. Okay, maybe you were a little quick to think that she would know what to do. 

“We...breathe!” Cami says quickly. “Okay, Y/n, Y/n? Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out.” 

“Please stop saying in and out.” You cry, another contraction coming and going and the grip on her t-shirt tightens. 

“Sorry.” 

“Do you want anything? A drink or something?” Vanessa asks.

“I’m, ow, ow, ow, fuck, fuck fucking, shit OW.” 

“Owwww.” Cami cries, her legs buckling slightly as you squeeze her hand. 

“Stop being a baby.” Vanessa scolds and she sends her a glare back. 

“You’re not the one thats having the life squeezed out of their hand.” 

“You’re not the one pushing a melon sized thing out of your vagina! I get to say ow and nobody else.” You interrupt, getting more and more annoyed by the second. Where the hell is Lili? 

She’s only gone for two minutes, but two minutes feel like a life time when you’re pushing a human out of you. And so when she returns with a very panicked Madelaine in tow, you don’t know whether to hug her or hit her. 

Either one wouldn’t do much to stop the pain you’re feeling, but when Madelaine places a gentle hand on your back, taking over from Vanessa and Cami, you do feel a little bit better. 

“Hi babe.” Her voice is soft and comforting and dulls the pain slightly. You manage to stand up a little to look at her, and the smile thats lighting up her face is the best thing you’ve ever seen. She looks happier than you’ve ever seen her before and if you weren’t in so much pain, you’d definitely tell her how cute she looks. 

“Hi.” You manage to reply, despite it feeling like you’re being stabbed repeatedly. Her smile fades as she watches you grimace, and now she looks worried. But she tries to hide it, painting on a slightly wonky smile as she looks back at you. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” She says, trying to distract you and a you let out a small laugh. 

“I got bored.” 

“Not so bored now are you?” She teases. 

“Nope.” You steel yourself against her and she wraps an arm around your waist, the other holds your hand tightly as she leads you towards the door. 

“Can one of you grab my bag please?” She asks the girls and Vanessa quickly runs off to grab it. Madelaine continues to lead you out of the door and after a lifetime (a minute) of walking, you’re stood by the doors that lead into the cast and crew parking lot. Vanessa catches up with you, and follows you to the car, putting Madelaine and yours’ bag in the backseat. 

“Are you telling me I could have just walked through that door instead of wandering around for an hour.” You huff as Madelaine helps you into the car. 

“Well, I told you to stay in bed but you wouldn’t listen to me.” She replies while fastening your seatbelt and you catch her gaze, sending her a hard glare. 

“Do you really want to argue with me right now?” 

“...nope.” She shakes her head quickly, double checking that you’re safe and you have everything before moving around the car and climbing into the drivers seat. The girls have already left, off to tell various people what is happening so its just the two of you. 

Madelaine starts the car, but takes a moment to look over at you, sat panting and sweaty in the passenger seat, but she knows she’s never loved anyone more. There’s nobody else in this world that she’d rather be doing this with, you’re her best friend and her soulmate and she’s going to love you and this baby for the rest of her life and beyond. 

“I love you.” She reaches her hand over the console to hold yours and you stop what you’re doing to look back at her, a small smile twitching at your lips. 

“I love you too.” You reply and press a soft kiss to her hand. 

“Are you ready?” She asks. 

“No.” You say honestly. “Are you?” 

“Absolutely not.” She laughs. 

Neither of you are worried though, because you know you have each other. 

[jamielea81]

When We Were Young

Chapter 2

Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn’t part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you’ve been doing that since the start.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Angst. A curse word or two.

Word Count: 2,700

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful response to the first chapter! Hope you enjoy this added twist. As always, this is strictly for fun and I mean no harm. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.

Catch up with Chapter One

**

“I’m your..” Chris shook his head and looked at the assistant in the room and then at the photographer. “Jodes, I need a minute.”

Chris didn’t wait for a response, instead he slid his arm from around Ellie’s waist to grab her hand, pulling her to the far end of the room.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Ellington. Ellie for short,” she said, playing with her hair. “Look, I don’t want anything. Just wanted to see you in person,” she said softly, her nerves coming back to her.

“Why do you think I’m your father? You have to understand, this isn’t the first time someone has said those same words to me.”

Ellie bit her lip and nodded. “NYC Cryobank and Family Planning.”

“Fuck,” Chris swore softly, ducking his head. “How old are you are you anyway?”

“Fifteen.”

“It’s not possible,” Chris said shaking his head. “I was eighteen when I donated.” He licked his lips and patted his pocket for his phone.

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t expire like milk,” she replied, Chris giving her a weak smile.

Ellie played with her fingers, not knowing what else to say. The whole speech she played over and over in her head was suddenly forgotten. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper and stretched out her hand for him to take it.

“It’s my mom’s number. Figured it would be weird for you to call a minor.” Chris took it and shoved it into his back pocket. “Not that you have to call!” she added quickly. “I just wanted you to know that I exist. And we’re great. My mom and me, I mean. I’ve had a great life and wanted to see the person that made it possible for me to exist. Just don’t call tonight. She doesn’t know I’m here. If you decide to call, I mean.”

They looked at each other. Ellie trying to memorize his face. Chris trying to find himself in her eyes and smile.

“It was nice to meet you Ellie,” Chris said, a closed lip smile on his face, finality in his voice.

“Ye-yeah. You too,” she said, dropping her head and walking out the room. She wanted her mom and she wanted her now. This was a mistake and it was taking everything in her not to cry.

Ellie made it to the nearest restroom, walking past a line of girls that were washing their hands or fixing their makeup. She pushed into the stall at the end of the row, locked the door and sat down on the seat. She grabbed a large wad of toilet paper from the dispenser, flushed the toilet, and placed the paper over her mouth. The tears and her sobs started to flow. She hoped that both the sound of the toilet and the paper would muffle her cries.

**

It had been three hours since you received the call from the academy about your daughter missing class. Three long hours of not knowing where she was. Not knowing if she were safe. Gwen had done her best to calm you down as she usually did, but your mind was still reeling. The troubling thing is there is nothing you could do but wait.

The house was mostly unpacked except for your books that were going to be placed in the small bookcase in the living room and your office which you had not utilized in the nearly three weeks that you lived in Belmont. You couldn’t really call it an office per se, it was nook off the formal dining room that wouldn’t be used. Ellie and you were plate on your lap on the couch or out on the deck kind of people. You had a dining room table, but it was mostly a place for Ellie to spread out her school assignments and for the occasional crafting you did.

With your books all unpacked, the dining room table dusted, and the office looking it bit more like an office, you collapsed on your couch. Feet up, blouse off save for your cami, you were done with this day. Once she got home and knew she was safe, you were going to bed. You’d have to dream up a punishment. Ellie hardly got in to trouble. She occasionally mouthed off like teenagers did, but this was uncharted territory for you.

You heard the door open and you were immediately on your feet, rushing down the stairs to the entry way. Her face was puffy and red and you knew immediately something was wrong.

“Mama…” she started, having a hard time catching her breath. “I’m…so…sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around her as she started to sob on your chest. “Shhh. I got you,” you said softly.

When she started to settle down you urged her to follow you up the stairs. “Why don’t you take a hot bath and I’ll get your jammies ready and then we’ll talk?” Ellie nodded her head slowly. “You can use my tub. I’ve got the good bath stuff anyway,” you said, sending her a wink.

“Thank you,” she said with teary eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

Whatever happened was big and you hoped she would be honest with you.

**

A frozen pizza was currently baking in the oven. Tonight, was not the night for a home cooked meal as you were still too worked up as was Ellie. You had changed into pajamas as well despite it only being six in the evening.

Ellie was sitting on one end of the couch with her body turned to face you, her knees pressed against her chest. You sat on the other end facing her, one leg tucked under the other.

“I haven’t been truthful with you,” she started. “About a year ago, I found some information out.”

“What kind of information, Ellie?” This was sounding way too ominous for your liking.

“Christian. You remember Christian?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“From third and fourth grade soccer when you played on that co-ed team?”

She nodded her head. “Christian’s really good with a computer. I’m pretty sure he’ll be working for the FBI one day. He uh, he was able to do some digging for me.”

“What in the world would he need to dig up for you?”

“He was looking into the donation center you used. I asked him to try to find out information about the donor you picked.”

“Ellington Rae,” you breathed out.

“I’m sorry mom. I just really wanted to know.” Her eyes started to well up with tears again.

You nodded your head and gestured with your hand for her to continue.

“Well, he found your case number and was able to find the donor number. He eventually found the name assigned to the donor number.”

You let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I went to see him today. He lives here in Boston. At least he does most of the time.”

“Ellie!” you shouted. “That’s not only dangerous but an evasion of privacy. We don’t know this person. He could be a bad guy. He could have a family of his own now.”

She was full on crying again and your heart was stuck between being angry and wanting to soothe your child. Of course, you pulled her to you, wrapping her in a hug again.

She pulled back, letting her hands fall into your lap. You grabbed on to both of her with yours.

“Are you okay?” You shook your head. “Of course, you’re not.”

“There’s something else,” she said.

“Do I wanna know?”

She licked her lips. “He’s Chris Evans. The actor.”

Well, shit.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“I just wanted to see him mom. Not on the movie screen or in pictures online. I just had to see his face in person. Just once. I wanted to see if he smiled like me. Or see if his eyebrows shoot up like mine do when I laugh.”

You nodded your head numbly. Even though you barely talked to your own father, you understood the need to know.

“That’s where I went today. There’s a comic convention downtown and he was appearing today. I bought a ticket to get my picture taken with him. He’s only there today, so that’s why I skipped school.”

You released her hands, standing to your feet, and started to pace. “Was this whole move a lie Ellie? Are we here so you could meet this man?”

She covered her face with her hands but didn’t answer.

“Did we only move to Boston so you could meet your biological father?” you asked sternly.

“S’not the only reason. I’m so sorry mom. I wanted us to move here for Harvard, but I could have found another engineering high school closer to home.”

You shook your head. It was your turn to cry. The two of you had a very honest relationship and made decisions together. The trust was broken and you weren’t sure if it could be repaired anytime soon.

The closeness you and Ellie shared is why she knew from the time she was eight years old that she didn’t have a dad like other kids did. You were open and honest with her about the decision you made at twenty one. The two of you have talked about it several times through the years.

When she was twelve, she questioned whether you had gotten pregnant to escape your parents. You explained to her that wasn’t the reason. You had wanted to be mom. Had known that’s what you wanted more than anything.

You weren’t in a serious relationship and didn’t want a random hook up to father your child. You had friends you could have asked, but thought that would complicate things as those friends settled down with spouses of their own. You had just graduated from college and were spending four additional months in New York before your lease ran out. Your parents had expected you to come home to Kentucky and you had planned on doing so. You had money, more than enough. Not only did your parents send you a more than generous allowance every month for four years, you also had a large sum of money your grandma Ellie had left you that became yours when you turned twenty one. Her only request was to do something for you with it.

Researching and planning was what you were good at. Apparently, those skills came in handy when finding a donation and family planning center. Two consultations and an appointment later, you had a positive pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom vanity. After two months, you called your mother to tell her. To say that conversation went poorly was an understatement. You were throwing your life away according to her. She didn’t know Ellie was the result of a sperm donor. To this day, only Ellie and couple of close friends knew. Your mother and father figured you had been with a deadbeat guy who chose not to stick around. You were essentially told not to come home.

New York City wasn’t a place you wanted to raise a child. You had loved the city all through college, but rent was expensive and buying would be out of the question. You wanted some place that had that small-town feel. Somewhere a little quieter. When your classmate Peter offered you a place to stay in his home-town of Wilmington, you took him up on the offer. Living with Peter and his brother Caleb was a bit of a change for you. You often found yourself cleaning up after the two of them. It didn’t last long as you found employment with an employer that wasn’t discouraged by your six-month pregnant belly. You found a two-bedroom apartment shortly after, decorating the nursery in neutral colors because you wanted to be surprised.

Ellington Rae Y/L/N was born in the early hours of April sixth. Named affectionately after your grandmother. Your favorite person in the world, second now that you had your little Ellie. She came out screaming and never stopped. She was a fussy baby and you found yourself in tears almost as much as she were. But she was your everything and still is. Your parents came to visit when she was three months old. They visited yearly, often bringing gifts that a child did not need nor want. When she turned five, they sent money once a year for her birthday. The money went into an account for Ellie’s schooling and when she expressed dreams of Harvard, you were glad you did.

When she was three years old, you moved out of that small two-bedroom apartment into your bungalow near the beach and that’s where the two of you stayed. Friends became family and you were both happy. But now everything seemed to be a mess.

“It’s going to take time, Ellie. My trust has been broken but I’m mostly hurt that you couldn’t come to me about this. We should have talked about this. We could have come up with a plan together.”

You sit back down on the couch and pull her back to you. She’s still your baby even though she’s as tall as you.

“You’re right and I’m sorry. It was a mistake,” she said, shaking her head. “I gave him your number. You know. In case he wanted to call. Wanted to know me.”

She sounds so damn broken and you’re feeling broken over it.

“Okay, baby. If he calls, we’ll take it one step at a time. But if he doesn’t, it’s his damn loss because you are the best thing I have ever known in this world and that will never change.”

**

Two weeks had passed and Chris hadn’t called. Ellie didn’t talk about it, but you knew it affected her. Being rejected by anyone hurt. You couldn’t blame Chris entirely though. Him choosing to donate all those years ago was his choice. It was supposed to be an anonymous one. Now he knew he brought a life into this world. Accepting that had to be hard for anyone. Accepting that and being a public person was probably harder.

Punishing Ellie was harder on your than it was on her. She’s the new kid in town and at that age where life long friendships are formed, you didn’t want to exclude her from hanging out with her friends. So, you limited it to only weekends. She had to check in with you on where she was or if she went to a different location than what was planned. She was also in charge of dishes and taking out the trash. Her biggest punishment of all was knowing you lost a lot of trust in her.

**

Your phone rang only to stop ringing after two rings. You were in the kitchen, putting away this week’s groceries so you hadn’t been able to reach it. Taking a quick glance, you didn’t recognize the number. Figuring they realized their mis-dial, you went back to deciding which meat to leave thawed in the refrigerator and which to freeze. Exciting times.

It started to ring again. You turned away from the freezer to stare at the device sitting on the kitchen island. That same number appeared on the display. As the second ring rang out, you dared it to continue a third time. It did. You grabbed it with one hand, clicking the accept button with your other.

“Hello,” you answered.

“H-hi. This is Chris. I uh. This is Chris Evans.”

**

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Shackled

Pairing | Lucien x Reader

Warnings | NON-CON, smut, kidnapping, violence, bondage

Word count | 1740

Summary | getting kidnapped by Lucien and he fucks you

A/n | this fic contains Non consensual sex and dark themes, please DO NOT READ if this makes you uncomfortable

A/n | (Based in the time of season 3 of TO) You are a Siphon. You are living with the mikaelsons. You had been like a sister to Rebekah a few years ago while she was in Mystic falls and after she moved back to New Orleans you dated Jeremy. After you two broke up you needed to get away so you moved to New Orleans after Rebekah invited you to stay with them. You and Kol always flirted and had endless banter but neither of you ever persude each other. You are currently out trying to find some dark object of Kol’s that Cami must have lost when she took them as it wasn’t in your apartment.

“Kol, do you even know where you’re going?” You whined. “Of course darling, do you mistake me with a fool?” You rolled your eyes and continued following him. You were walking down a back ally in New Orleans, blindly following Kol who apparently knew exactly where he was going. Suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth and your vision went black.

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly regained consciousness. Your wrists were bound by chains hanging from the ceiling and you were kneeling with you arms in the air. Your white camisole was torn and stained red but your ripped black jeans were gone, leaving you in your red lace underwear. Shit. The sound of footsteps echoed through your hearing and you saw him from the corner of your eye. You hind your head in defeat, knowing he would most certainly kill you. He stopped right infront of you. “Lucien.” You venomously spat. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, “Someone’s happy to see me.” He smirked. “Fuck you.” You retorted. He let go of you chin and walked over to a table. He picked something up and walked back over to you, lifting your chin and daring you to break eye contact with him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Suddenly the leather hit your skin ferociously. You screamed in pain as he struck your back over and over until he drew blood. He stopped after 20 lashes. “Having fun, darling? I’m sure we can work something else out if you’re not.” He smirked at you again. “Oh fuck you and your torture just let me go.” You almost shouted. He dropped the whip and kneeled down behind you, his hand wrapping round your throat and turning your head to look at him, the other one snaking round your chest and grabbing your boob, holding you firmly into him. “So feisty. You’d do well to remember I’m a 1000 year old vampire and you’re a worthless mortal.” He said into your cheek. “And when you’re 1000 years old you get bored very easily. So your going to be my entertainment, y/n.” His hand trailed from your boob to your core and slipped into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your brains out.” He pushed his hard-on unto you ass, “you feel that? That’s all because of you, darling.” He growled in your ear as sighs and quiet moans tumbled from your lips. He has your juices running over his fingers quickly and took his hand out your panties, satisfied. He shoved his fingers down your throat and used his other hand to move your panties to the side.

“Now the real fun begins” he chuckled. The sound of his zip made your eyes widen and you let out a cry of pain and pleasure as his cock slid into your tight cunt. “Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight around my big dick.” Lucien cooed in your ear. He began pumping at a punishing rate, his fingers leaving your mouth as you started gagging. He slapped your ass 1,2,3...10 times. Hard. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He hummed. A constant flow of moans and curse words left your mouth as he continued to bury himself in you roughly. He reached round and grabbed your boobs in turn, hard enough to leave bruises. Suddenly, he stopped, his dick still inside you. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back enough for you to look into his eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock, y/n. Pleasure yourself in me.” He commanded. When you refused to move he bared his fangs and sank them onto your neck. You instantly began grinding against his dick and he moaned your name. “Fuck, y/n, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the minute I first met you.” He said.

He pulled out of you and walked around to your front, where he grabbed you by a fist-full of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. “I’ve been wondering what your pretty little mouth could do except insult me.” He snarled. He rammed his dick into your mouth for a while until you had saliva dripping down your chin. “Good girl.” He praised. “Taking my dick so well. Let’s see how far you can go.” He held your head in place so you were taking him all the way and his top brushed you back of your throat. You gagged around him and tears pricked your eyes. “Oh fuck” he moaned. He pulled your head back, allowing you to get some air before eventually doing the same thing over and over until you struggled to breathe. He started to moan as his cum released into your mouth in hot spurts, “come on slut, swallow it. Swallow it all.” He spat. You did as he said and he pulled out. Your head hung as you regained your breath.

There was a sudden banging on the door and your heard kol’s voice. “y/n! Y/n? Are you in there? Y/N!!” He shouted. Lucien appeared over you and ripped the chains off you, leaving blood dripping from your wrists. You were covered in bruises and aches all over, your legs so weak you collapsed the second you were free. Lucien grabbed you and held you against him with his arm over your chest. You started to struggle against him but it was no use as you were no-where near as strong as him. The door gave way to reveal Kol and Freya stood there. Just as Kol was about to rush over to you Lucien spoke. “If you take a step closer, I feed her my blood and snap her neck. Oh god. You didn’t want to be a vampire. Let alone a heratic. You hated your powers and had a strict, no vampire blood rule unless it was a life or death situation. Lucien bit into his wrist and held it over your mouth. You had no choice but to drink as you started choking on his blood. your vision was blurred with tears and you heard Freya mutter something. A spell. Before Lucien could react he was screaming. He let go of you and you collapsed. The sun started to burn him. He was on fire. He ran as fast as he could to a sheltered area of the apartment. Freya must have de-activated his daylight ring.

Kol rushed to your side and cradled you into his chest. "It'll be alright darling. I promise. Did he hurt you?" he asked calmly. You nodded. "Where, darling?" you looked up at him and spoke, "M-my stomach, an-and my, um, m-my-" you cut yourself off as you broke down into tears. "I think she means to say her thighs and hips." Lucien smirked. Kol's face contorted with anger and he passed you to Freya. Kol had Lucien held up against the wall in an instant. "You what?!" he shouted. Lucien maintained his smirk and said, "OH she was wonderful, no wonder all you mikaelsons are desperate to get in her pants." Kol growled and threw Lucien into the sunlight. he screeched and dashed back to the shade, hitting the wall and gasping. "Why you little-" Kol was cut-off by Freya. "Kol, I know you want your revenge, but its going to have to wait. We need to get y/n out of here and my spell will wear-off soon. We can't risk endangering her again. Let's go." Kol let out a frustrated sigh and came over to you, picking you up bridal-style and walking out the penthouse with you.

Back at the  Mikaelson compound you woke up to Kol brushing your face with the back of his hand. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to wake you." he said. "Oh-uh, don't worry about it." You smiled weakly. He brushed your hair out your face and smile softly back. "When I saw you, all I could think was to rip that bastard's head off. I couldn't stand to see you in pain." He admitted. "I'm okay now." You replied gently. "Well, you see, y/n..." oh god. He never used your name. He always came up with some kind of pet-name. "I realised that if I ever lost you, my world would just...collapse. So o guess what I'm saying is I like you. As more than a bloody friend." He sighed. Ignoring the pain, your reached up and placed a tentative kiss on his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. It took him a moment to register what happened, but when he did he kissed you back passionately - as if he'd been waiting to do it for a long time. You pulled back, gunning pike an idiot. "Kol." "Yes darling." You took a deep breath, your face turning serious, "I guess what I have to say is..could you get me some food? I'm starving and unlike you, I actually have to eat." A goofy smile broke out on your face. "And to think for a second there I thought you were going to declare you undying love for me, darling." He chuckled and kissed your forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Kol." "What now?" He stopped and spun on his head. "I like you too." You smiled. His face broke out into an expression of pure joy and he walked out the room.

[crimsonrae]

Disintegration

Chapter Three

Summary: He witnessed the worst night of her life, he just never expected for her to become the love of his life.

KlausxCami

Warnings: Mentions of Domestic Abuse.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Something of a slow burn between Camille and Klaus. There is quite of bit of ground to cover. In the next chapter or two, there will be limited interactions between them if any. I'll explain more about why Marnie Taylor is important and what exactly Klaus is up to as we go on. Please read, comment, and enjoy. I really do appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you!

Chapter Three

"Mr. O'Connell -"

"This family has supported this university for decades -"

"Mr. O'Connell!" Dean Shaln interjected with exasperated force.

Camille couldn't fault his ire as he barely refrained from glaring at her red-faced father. Callan O'Connell was not handling the news of her expulsion well and had been on a steady rant for almost five minutes. He spoke over the harried dean with a single-minded determination that she would have found impressive if she hadn't been wishing she was anywhere else.

She hadn't been surprised by Dean Shaln's decree. She had attacked Scott in a public area on campus with hundreds of witnesses. It was the school's responsibility to keep its students safe and Camille had destroyed that sense of safety with one quick swipe of a beer bottle. She was now termed a risk to the student body and must therefore be removed. It was a shame that they hadn't deemed Scott the same risk.

If only they had seen the purple bruises and bloodied clothes of her roommate. If only, Scott had been dumb enough to hit her in the presence of another person. If only Marnie had said something...

To make matters worse, Camille had received a handful of anonymous notes, thanking her for her aggressive actions. One wishing she had done more to the predatory asshole. Tears had crawled down her cheeks as she had read each carefully penned word. In true horror, she hadn't realized the extent to which Scott had been getting away with his abuse. There had been at least three other women who had suffered silently at his hands.

"Your family's support is not in question. Your daughter's actions are." Shaln huffed with an indignant calm, "I understand she was acting in defense of her roommate but considering Ms. Taylor has yet to come forward to corroborate Camille's side, there is little I can do. There is a zero-tolerance policy on violence which your daughter was aware of when she signed the admittance paperwork. I'm sorry, but her expulsion stands."

"This is ridiculous!" Callan growled.

Cami could see him gathering air as he prepared to launch his next attack. She barely smothered a sigh. Instead, her focus turned toward the worry that gnawed at her gut like an incessant pest. Marnie hadn't been seen since Thursday night. Camille hadn't known the hospital had released her friend mere minutes after she had left her side. Her calls had gone unanswered, as had countless texts. She didn't think that Scott had managed to do anything to his girlfriend in the few short hours that Camille had been away from either... but she couldn't shake her sense of dread.

She silently prayed that Marnie had decided to lay low in hopes of making a clean break from Scott.

"Callan."

Camille stiffened at the sound of her mouther's voice. She had nearly forgotten the older woman was there...nearly.

Vivian O'Connell hadn't spoken beyond the standard pleasantries at the start of the meeting. She had sat calm, cool, and collected with near regal poise as she listened to both men and, to a certain extent Cami, as she answered questions and defended her actions. Even now, her voice was no more than a low murmur, but it effectively cut through and silenced her irate husband.

Callan turned his jade gaze – so similar to Cami's unto his wife in quiet askance.

Vivian smiled politely, "I think we've heard enough. I've arranged a meeting with the school board later this week. We will be withdrawing our funding, as will the Travis, Beaufort, and Bendecott families."

Dean Shaln paled as she listed the top three financial providers for the university. He had forgotten that Vivian O'Connell belonged to the Beaufort family and had strong ties with the other two, "Mrs. O'Conell, I hardly think that necessary."

"I do." Vivian stated stalwartly, "You talk of the safety of the students, but you have failed to address the issue of Scott Nebroski. According to campus police, the accusations that Camille has levied against him have not been the first. There have been others and yet, he remained here. Preying on the young women of this campus. This entire situation could have been avoided if you had simply expelled the so-called victim of this fiasco when he had initially been brought to your attention."

"There had been no substantive evidence of Mr. Nebroski's wrongdoing. I cannot expel a student on hearsay." Shaln defended quietly, but even Camille could hear the feebleness of his response.

Vivian snorted and Cami arched a brow at the unusually crass action, "And what would be substantive evidence, Mr. Shaln? Does a young girl need to be bleeding out in front of you? Does she need to be lying in a hospital bed or perhaps dead before you take action? It's clear that the needs and safety of the women here are not taken into proper consideration."

"Mrs. O'Connell -"

"Perhaps this will change your mind." Vivian continued as if she hadn't been interrupted and Camille watched bemused as her mother pulled a folded paper from her purse. It took her a moment to recognize the paper as one of the notes that had been left for her.

She blanched and opened her mouth in protest, "Mom!"

"Hush, Camille." Vivian reproached dismissively, "That was left for Camille. She has received several others. It's shameful that it took the actions of my daughter to put an end to this monster's reign and even that remains ambiguous. Someone here should have listened sooner."

Cami bit her tongue as she kept back an invective remark. She hadn't realized her mother had seen the notes on her desk. Unbridled anger and a hint of helplessness coursed through her veins as she watched the note slide into the Dean's hands. Those letters had been private – intimate. And while logically Camille knew that these tokens of gratitude had the potential to help her out of this mess, she hadn't wanted to spread these girls' secrets. Their pain wasn't hers to share.

The Dean merely gave the note a passing glance and Cami knew then he wouldn't read it. And if he did, he wouldn't understand.

Vivian seemed to sense the same as she arched a cold brow, "I believe we're done here. I'll be seeing you at the board meeting, Mr. Shaln."

No one missed the emphasis that she placed on the mister and Camille had no doubt that he would be out of the job by the end of the month. Her mother was many things, but ineffective had never been one.

In tense silence, the trio exited the Dean's office as he quietly followed. Shaln, by his grace, made no attempt at empty platitudes. The resignation in his façade said it all. Cami almost felt a shine of pity for the man.

"Dean Shaln, your one o'clock is here."

"Thank you, Ms. Lankam."

The quiet aside was summarily ignored by the O'Connell family. Camille could see that her father wanted to make one more cutting remark and she averted her gaze from the burgeoning spectacle. Feelings of embarrassment, and frustration were threatening to overwhelm her as it was... It was then that her gaze landed on Dean Shaln's next appointment.

A growingly familiar figure turned toward the office door and Camille found herself caught in the dully curious currents of an oceanic gaze.

Klaus.

She blinked, wondering dimly if she were imagining him. It couldn't be a coincidence that he was standing here.

"Camille." Klaus murmured with a crooked smile that danced somewhere between polite and lecherously charming, "A pleasure to see you so soon."

"Klaus - what?" She sputtered befuddled.

His smile widened slightly at her fumble, "We need to stop running into each other like this, lest I begin to think you're stalking me, love. Though I could think of worse stalkers to have."

Camille was considerably less amused. Any other time, she was sure that she would have found him charming and flirted back, but her morning had been fraught with tension, and her desire to maim or runaway – both equally appealing – roiled too close to the surface.

She refrained from rolling her eyes as she pursed her lips, "Considering I was here first, I believe that would make you the stalker, not me."

"Camille."

Cami winced, not needing to turn to picture her mother's face. The imperviously impassive mask that catered to an ice-cold stare as she studied Klaus. Vivian would have the appearance of civility with the bearing of a disdainful queen as she called her daughter to heel.

Reluctantly, she followed Klaus's curious gaze, barely noting the quiet words that her father was harshly imparting to the Dean.

No.

As for the hundredth time in the past five days her world was squandered by her mother's quiet disapproval. Disapproval which she had unwittingly extended to Klaus by simply participating in their little exchange, she was sure.

She was suddenly thankful she had his number. She would have to call and apologize to him later for whatever was about to occur.

Vivian dismissed Klaus with a flicker of her lashes, "It's time we leave. Say goodbye to your... friend."

It was insane how quickly Camille descended into her thirteen-year-old self at those words. A large part of her wanted to die from embarrassment from being ordered about like a child, another wanted to huff and start a fight, but by some strand of control, she did neither.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing dangerously as she missed the morbid interest in Klaus's near rapturous observation.

Cami turned back to him, forcing a smirk that looked more like a scowl. Humor gazed back at her and she was torn between making a biting remark at him and truly smiling. She didn't want to like his enjoyment of her discomfort, "Well, stalker, it looks like we'll have to pick this up some other time."

Klaus arched a brow, but inclined his head in agreement, "I look forward to it, love. Perhaps another round of question for a question. I remember you have quite a few."

"As if you don't." Cami murmured with a softer smile, "It is good seeing you, Klaus. I'll call you."

"Will you?" His question was teasing but his eyes were daring her to stand by her words.

"Mr. Mikaelson?"

Again, the duo was broken from their bubble. This time Klaus was the one to grit his teeth as he acknowledged the Dean's summons.

"It seems we really must part ways." Klaus muttered before he stepped forward and placed a kiss to her cheek, "I look forward to that phone call."

Just as the last time, Camille felt a blush rise to her face as his bold actions. She barely blinked, only to find that he was no longer before her, but stepping into the office she had just vacated.

"I thought you were dating that other boy."

Cami barely suppressed a sigh, "Ian, mother. His name is Ian. And Klaus is merely a … well, Klaus."

Terming him a friend hardly seemed appropriate, but she would say he was more than an acquaintance. He was an enigma, a nice distraction from the foibles of her current situation. A distraction that she couldn't afford to fall headlong into, she acknowledged quietly... because as nice as it was to flirt and forget with him, Klaus came with the added danger of being trouble. Her attraction wasn't one-sided, and temptation could make her disloyal. She had no desire to betray her boyfriend in that manner.

With that thought in mind, Cami made the decision to not call Klaus. He would be no more than a passing guy in a bar that had engaged her interest for a short while.

Unaware of her daughter's meandering thoughts or disappointed resolve, Vivian merely hummed knowingly. She was not blind to the sparks the couple emitted in their short conversation, but truly Camille's taste in paramours was the least of her concerns, "Well, I'm sure Ivan is waiting for you at the dorm. We best get you packed."

Cami bit her tongue for what felt like the hundredth time. Her mother knew full well that Ivan was not his name, but these little slights were Vivian's way of reinforcing her dislike for Ian. She had done it with every single one of Camille's boyfriends. As infuriating as it was, the familiar rebuke also brought her a strange sense of comfort. Her mother passive-aggressively dismissing and critiquing her life was normal... Cami needed normal.

"Where's dad?" Cami asked as she noticed that he was no longer residing in the front office. Only Ms. Lankam remained as she diligently ignored the women from behind her computer.

"Oh, he stormed off in a huff. You know how he is and that famous Irish temper of his." Vivian murmured quietly a weary gleam entering her grey gaze, "Something that you've inherited."

Cami sighed, "Mom... I know you're not happy with me."

Her mother raised her hand to forestall any further defense and gestured for her to follow her out the building, "I didn't raise you to be a violent woman, but I will not rebuke you for what you did to that... well, I won't even dignify calling him a man. I simply wish you had been more aware of your surroundings when you acted. Could have saved us the headache."

Cami blinked "What...?"

Something resembling a smirk crossed Vivian's lips, "I saw the photos the police took of Mr. Nebroski. You may have your father's temper, but you certainly have my vicious streak. He deserved everything you gave him. Like I said I simply wished you had been smarter about when and how you acted."

Icy shock shook Camille to her core as she finally noticed the pride that shined in Vivian's gaze, and while part of her felt warmed by her mother's support, a larger part of her felt vaguely sick. Why had it taken this act for her to receive that glance from her mother?

"Right...sorry." She murmured, unsure how to progress their conversation or even if she wanted to...

"Honestly, Camille, you would think that you wanted me to be upset with you." Vivian chided.

Camille swallowed another sigh... she really couldn't win.

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In truth, Klaus had not engineered this latest run-in with Camille. It had been an accident he was more than happy to cultivate.

He arrived at Dean Shaln's office midway through Callan O'Connell's tirade. He hadn't even needed his enhanced hearing to hear most of the meeting inside and to say he was displeased was like saying the Amazon was filled with trees. True, but did not convey the depth and breadth of such foliage. He respected Mr. O'Connell's passionate defense of his daughter, but his interest had peaked with the calmly calculated words of his wife.

Mrs. O'Connell could either be a strong ally or a formidable enemy it seemed. Shaln had stupidly made her the latter. Had made him the latter as well, and Klaus hadn't even met the man yet.

Yet, standing before him now, Shaln proved to be exactly the mediocre bureaucratic cowardly administrator that Klaus had expected. He supposed that he had Mrs. O'Connell to thank for the man's near mercenary kindness. The dean was currently extolling the virtues of the university ad nauseum, more than hungry for a new prolific donor as it seemed that three would be lost in short order.

Klaus let him ramble as he silently perused the contents of the other man's desk. There was the usual paperwork nonsense and drivel that seemed to clog any office, but under a few leaves, he spied the edge of a file containing Camille's name. Two more files resided underneath, and he would bet all the money in his coffers that those files belonged to Scott Nebroski and Marnie Taylor.

Humming slightly, Klaus leaned forward and locked his eyes with the administrator, compulsion dripped from his voice, "Dean Shaln, hand me the files pertaining to the woman that was just in your office. As well as the two pertaining to Marnie Taylor and Scott Nebroski."

The Dean's brow furrowed for a moment as he dug into the papers before him, "Of course, Mr. Mikaelson. I have those just here. As I was saying, the art department could use an updated facility -"

"I'm sure." Klaus murmured as he thumbed through the contents for a moment, mildly happy he had won that bet with himself. The other two files had indeed belonged to Nebroski and Taylor, "I'll be taking these with me, and you'll say nary a word about it. Now, what can you tell me about the whereabouts of Ms. Taylor?"

"Ms. Taylor has not been seen in several days." Shaln answered immediately, concerned peaked in his muddled orbs that had Klaus frowning in consternation, "Police are searching for her – she was declared a missing person yesterday evening. Though Detective Williams informed me that the police believe her to be a runaway. Likely taken in by an abuse shelter."

That news, while unsurprising, was thoroughly unhelpful, "Detective Williams, you say?"

"Yes. He's heading the investigation into her disappearance. Her father is very worried for her." Shaln elaborated almost congenially.

"Right..."

What a wild goose chase this was turning out to be? Klaus mused absently, he hadn't had so much trouble tracking down a girl since Katerina had become a vampire herself. Lurking fury simmered in his veins at the stray thought of the Petrova doppelgänger. Forcefully he banished the image of that insipid purveyor of bad fortune and refocused on the new lead to follow. After all, finding Marnie Taylor could potentially be the key he needed to fix the mess that Katerina had created. He would have Maddox speak with the detective and see what he could glean of his case.

"Wait...why am I -?"

Klaus blinked, realizing he had let his compulsion slip as his thoughts meander. Garnering the student files had taken less time than he anticipated – Camille's attack on Nebroski and her subsequent visit to the Dean's office had expedited the process.

He really wished that he had taken more time to speak with her in the lobby. Her weary countenance and thinly veiled frustration had been plain, and he dimly wished that he had been able to bring a true smile to her lips. He was sure he could have wrangled more than a phone call...

"...interested in Marnie Taylor?..."

One he wasn't sure he would receive. Mrs. O'Connell's tepid reminder of a boyfriend had struck a mark. Klaus had caught the fine glint of guilt in Camille's jade irises before he had entered Shaln's office. Despite their flirtations, Camille seemed an honorable person. He doubted that she would take the hint of infidelity well. And from the brittle tension between mother and daughter, he was sure that such an insinuation would have festered more bitingly.

Still...

"Apologies, my mind is elsewhere I shouldn't have let my compulsion slip." Klaus entreated with a sardonic smile.

Shaln frowned, "Compulsion? What?"

"Yes, I am a vampire. Luckily for you, I'm only interested in your information and not your life. Otherwise, you'd be a mere husk on the ground right now, it helps that I need you for a few errands still."

Shaln's eyes grew wide, uncertain if the man across from him was insane or joking. By the almost maniacal glee in Klaus's cerulean gaze, he was leaning toward the former.

"You won't remember this encounter, except that it was simply with a potential benefactor of the university. You'll be developing a new art department soon. Isn't that exciting?" The hybrid continued loftily before a more demur expression crossed his mien. If Shaln hadn't been trapped by compulsion he would have been shaking from fear as he sensed something dangerous in that look.

"Oh...and as for Camille O'Connell, you will take into consideration all you know to be true of her character and of Scott Nebroski's character and admit that the university has failed its female students by letting such a cretin walk its halls. Call another meeting with Mrs. O'Connell to see what amends can be made as you reinstate Camille as a student. You'll agree to any terms set forth... do you understand?"

"Yes." Dean Shaln murmured as Klaus smiled winningly.

"Fantastic. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Dean Shaln." Klaus said genially as he offered his hand.

The dean smiled, almost confusedly as he tried not to wince in pain from the handshake, "Yes...Yes, I quite look forward to the improvements to the art department, Mr. Mikaelson."

"As do I, as do I." Klaus murmured as he swiftly exited the office.

The dean would have to excuse his quick departure. He had files to read, a woman to woo, another to find, and a curse to break after all.

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[dekatsu]

So, this is the first chapter to my omega verse. Take a look here for all warnings. I decided to post it on my tumblr first, before I move to ao3. 

Chapter 1 “I can’t condone this behaviour any longer.” Yaoyorozu says as she leans forward and clasps her hands on her desk. She stares at him for a second, before shifting her gaze to the ass next to him “But I don’t want to escalate the situation just yet, so we need to talk. Your shift is over, Bakugou. You may leave and come see me first thing tomorrow morning.”

Katsuki, barely holding back his anger, nods tersely and stands up. He’s not going to stay any longer than he must. He closes the door to Yaoyorozu’s next words, not really caring for them. “Meanwhile you can tell me why you provoked Bakugou like that, Monoma.”

Katsuki ignores Shinsou, who waits in front of the office and his way over to his desk. He’s had it with both of them. As far as Bakugou is concerned, Shinsou is to blame for this shit as well, since he couldn’t bother to stop his psycho of a partner.

The next time he won’t let Monoma get away with just a punch. But for now he has to content himself with Yaoyorozu’s punishment for him.

Bakugou tries really hard not to shout at the other offiers for staring at him. He’s no damn spectacle but he holds his tongue. Cowards, the lot of them.

Uraraka is leaning on his desk and doesn’t move away when Katsuki reaches around her to gather his stuff.

“Did she sack you?”

“Why would she?”

“You punched an officer.” Uraraka stands to follow him as Katsuki turns to leave. “I know he pisses us off, but we can’t just go around punching people.”

Katsuki halts on his way out to turn and glare at her. He remembers smelling her anger just before he punched that asshole. “You know better than anyone else just how fucked in the head he is.”

“I know,” Uraraka nods but doesn’t back down. Her next words are whispered so that the whole damn station won’t hear them. “Which is exactly why we can’t play into his hand. He’s obviously up to something. It’s not worth our time.”

Katsuki grunts but turns to the lockers. He doesn’t agree. As long as Monoma meddles in their cases, he’s unfortunately their problem. The anger sitting heavily on the back of his neck and refusing to calm down is proof enough of that. “I will meet you tomorrow.”

“We are going drinking tonight. It’s on me.”

That halts Katsuki midstride and he turns to look at his partner. Uraraka is not meeting his eyes, determinedly staring at her hands instead. Only one reason would explain why she's buying him drinks and he’s not looking forward to that.

As if reading his thoughts, she nods, says, “right,” and goes to change out of her uniform. So sighing, Katsuki does the same.

When he’s done, he waits for her in front of the police station, playing with his car keys. The fresh air helped with his mood and once he cracked his neck once, twice and rolled his shoulders, he felt better. He might as well go visit Inasa while Uraraka whines about his sister.

As if summoned by that thought, his partner appears in front of him, so he leads the way to his car. He hasn’t been to the bar since the renovations. At least it will be change of pace.

“I’m not talking to Camie for you,” he says, as soon as he pulls onto the street.

“I don’t want you to,” Uraraka huffs, sounding offended. Katsuki can fault his sister for many things but sometimes he thinks, her choice of mate isn’t one. “I just have some questions.”

“And you can’t ask Camie because?”

Uraraka throws her arms up before she stretches out over his console and starts making pathetic noises that he refuses to decipher. He concentrates on the road instead.

“I want her to move in with me-”

“No,” Katsuki interrupts, not letting her continue that thought. She sits up to glare at him but he’s unfazed. Ever since their parents left, Camie lived with him and she will stay with him for as long as she wants to. “Forget it.”

“That’s Camie’s decision to make.”

This time, Katsuki waits until he stills the car at a red light to reply to her. He meets her glare with one of his own and speaks, slowly, so that there is no room for misunderstanding. “She told you from the start that she will only move in with you after mating. I was there when you two set some of the rules for your relationship. I won’t allow you to coarse her into anything.”

His words have the desired effect because Uraraka stares at him with her mouth agape. He concentrates on the road again but opens the window to get some fresh air. “If this is all you wanted to talk about, I can drop you off at home.”

“It’s not like that!” The volume of her voice makes him cringe back a little. “It’s not like that at all! We are mating! During her next heat!”

“Congrats,” Katsuki grunts, only half meaning it. He thought it would be soon. “Why are you bothering me then?”

“She wants me to move in with you!”

“Absolutely not!” Katsuki barks as he parks the car, takes his phone out and is ready to give Camie a piece of his mind when Uraraka reaches out with both of her hands and grabs it.

“You can’t just call her.”

“I can and I will.” He pulls his hand back and scrolls to his sister’s name. No way in hell is he letting another alpha move in. He likes his space just fine without anymore intruders. But Uraraka stills his hand again. He growls at her. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Let go!”

“I wanted to whine to you, not for you to go storming off and start another fight with Camie!”

“Look,” Katsuki says, pulling her closer. “I’m not taking you in. I’m throwing Camie out.”

“Yes, thank you. That’s all I wanted to hear.” She nods, pulls away and steps out of the car. “Come on. Let’s grab some drinks.”

He narrows his eyes but pockets his phone and follows her into the bar. He has to remind Camie that no, he does not need her to stay with him and he’s perfectly fine alone. He did fine before she decided to move in. He will do fine once she finally leaves.

But he forgets that train of thought as soon as he steps through the doors of the bar. Then he amends that it’s more club than bar now that Inasa renovated and expanded the space. He wrinkles his nose at all the smells and noises but follows Uraraka to the bar in the middle of the huge dancefloor.

As soon as they sit down, someone sits right next to Uraraka and makes a move on her. Katsuki barely restrains snarling at his partner before she waves the omega off and asks for a drink.

Then he closes his eyes and reminds himself that Uraraka wouldn’t cheat on Camie. He knows she wouldn’t. Some of the lingering anger dissipates as he thinks that and he sighs, asking for a drink of his own. His day has gone to shit.

“I want to stay over tonight,” Uraraka says, turning to him. "I need to talk to her.”

“Do what you want,” Katsuki grumbles. He narrows his eyes at a pair just across of him and observes them carefully. The omega girl looks a little uncomfortable but there is no other sign of rejection. “You know the rules.”

He shifts a little when Uraraka leans in to follow his gaze but doesn’t look away from the couple. “Do we tell Inasa about the new drugs going around?”

“We will give him a heads up to be more watchful. Can’t disclose much if we got no information.” Which is the real problem, so there is nothing to tell. But he doesn’t need to say that.

“But we have your blessings?”

This time Katsuki turns to look at her. He knew there was more to why she asked him out and now he’s almost disappointed in her. “I’m not her owner. I’m her brother.”

Uraraka sighs but nods. “Which is exactly why we want it. You are my partner and Camie’s older brother.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t. Not in the sense of us breaking up if you don’t approve. But it would make us happy to know you did.” She takes the drink one of the bartenders leaves for her and downs half of it. Then she looks at him again. “We want it.”

Katsuki holds back his immediate retort, that she should ask his parents for that, but he knows why she’s asking him. So, he turns to observe the couple and notes that the girl is alone now. “She could do worse,” he says instead and can’t help the twitch in the corner of his mouth when Uraraka bursts out laughing.

He takes his own drink, non-alcoholic and is about to drink it when a smell makes the hair on his neck raise. He turns, looking around but can’t quite say what he’s smelling or where it’s coming from. “What’s that smell?”

“Smell?” Uraraka asks, staring at him.

But Katsuki is already standing, a small tremor spreading through his body. “Put your drink down and take a breath. It’s damn pungent.” He steps forward, halts immediately and continues to observe all the people in the bar. Most of them are gathered on the dance floor, some are leaning on the walls and some are sitting around the bar in the middle of Inasa’s club.

But he can’t see anything that would tell him where this heady smell comes from. Everything looks normal.

Then just as sudden as the smell had assaulted him, the back of his neck starts to burn and his body feels heavy with fever. He barely manages to step back before he has to sit down in his chair, hard.

Everything’s too loud, too close and smells too strong.

Uraraka leans closer but he moves back, gritting his teeth. He brings a hand up to his neck, another to his nose and tries to stay steady. They all stink. From Uraraka’s alpha stench to the omega one just left of Katsuki and all the other damn people in this club.

“I’m going to throw up,” he rasps and presses a sleeve to his nose.

“What happened?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he snarls. He leans away again when she reaches out to touch him and takes his jacket off to press it into his face. It blocks most of the smells and stops him from hurting her as he tries to get to his feet. “I’m going upstairs.”

“Are you really alright?”

“No.”

“I can-“

“Just leave me alone,” he roars, feeling salvia pool in his mouth. He makes for the stairs when the sudden realisation hits him.

He’s in rut.

He’s in rut when his ruts usually set in for days before they really hit him hard and he finds himself forced into a room for a few days. It’s never hit him this hard, this fast.

As he reaches the top of the stairs and stares at the rows of doors on the second floor, he stumbles, keenly aware of his erection. He’s suddenly thankful that Inasa insisted on private rooms for mated pairs and vip guests.

The security nods at him but Katsuki is in no shape to reply. He walks into the first empty room, throws himself on the couch and presses his hands to his face.

He’s on fire, overwhelmed with the scents around him, irritated by his own clothes and his gums hurt with the urge to bite. What the fuck is that about? That never happened before. He swallows a mouth full of salvia as he thinks back to the smell which had triggered this immediate reaction.

Was it a drug? Some kind of sweet gas discreetly sprayed into his direction. But why didn’t it affect Uraraka then? Or anyone else in the bar. Someone else shou-

He grits his teeth, losing that train of thought to the rush of blood to his crotch. He can hear his heart throb, his blood sing and worse, he really needs to touch himself.

He’s about to reach down and unbuckle his pants when the door slams open and a furious Inasa storms in.

He’s thankful for the distraction only to immediately shut down when Inasa drags someone else into the room with him.

“You stay here until I resolve this, then we will talk.”

“But they were-“

“Yes, which is why we have security. What were you even thinking?”

“I wanted to sto-”

“Oh, we will talk about this. But later.”

Then Inasa storms out, slamming the door and leaving him alone with the source of that scent.

He presses his jacket into his face and bites into it until he starts hurting.

The Omega is in heat. And he reeks.

Katsuki carefully breaths through his mouth, holding his nose with his jacket. He doesn’t dare open his eyes or move from his spot on the sofa. There is a protocol for situations like this. They include but are not limited to walking right out of the room.

Since he would need to pass the omega, he can’t just leave the room. It’s taking his all to lie where he is and keep away.

Inasa better have a good fucking reason for why he shut this boy up in here with an alpha.

With one hand pressed to his face and the other clawing at the couch he’s lying on, Katsuki tries to look at the boy, who’s been eerily still ever since Inasa shut the door. But Katsuki only sees his back, shoulders, the back of his nape…

Closing his eyes, Katsuki grunts, “you need to get out.” The words are muffled against his jacket, but it will have to do. Fuck protocol, he’s not going to attack any omega.

Still, he doesn’t move and neither does he speak. The omega stays rooted by the door, inhibiting all of Katsuki’s senses and refusing to move.

“Get the fuck out!” Katsuki shifts, burying deeper into the couch. He will stay right here.

“You are in a rut,” the boy finally says. Which is so stupid, Katsuki accidentally rips the fake leather of the couch off with his right hand.  

“Smart, aren’t ya,” he grits out. He glenches his jaw shut against the urge to draw blood with his teeth. He’s itching to bite so he bites into his jacket covered hand, hoping that the pain will ground him a little.

“It’s against regulation to enter-“

Katsuki throws the fake leather he ripped off the couch at the boy, full of anger. He flinches as it lands by his shoes but doesn’t move otherwise. “Fuck your rules. I’m in rut. You’re in heat. Get the fuck out.”

Katsuki’s whole body trembles in anticipation when he sits up. But when he doesn’t move closer to the omega, his head aches again. The back of his neck burns and he’s starting to feel faint.

“I’m not in heat,” the omega says, but he’s trembling now, too.

A ringing noise reverberates through Katsuki's head and body. He knows why the omega trembles and he knows why his own hands are. His jacket falls onto the ground as he stands. He needs to hold his breath, press the stupid fabric into his face until the omega gets the fuck out of this room and then carry his stupid ass home somehow.

Calling Camie to tell her to stay with Uraraka is probably a good idea.

The mistake happens when he unconsciously inhales deeply to fight off another shudder.

The smell is everywhere. It’s so strong, he can smell it on his stupid jacket as he pulls his phone out. And it’s at the back of his neck when he presses his fingernails into his flesh, piercing skin.

Katsuki can taste it. Him

“Uraraka,” he rasps through the pain. She needs to get up here right now.

“Yes?”

The omega makes a noise that pierces right through him. He needs to tell her something. Needs to tell her. What the fuck is he supposed to tell her. Katsuki growls in anger and watches as the omega’s legs give out at that.

“Don’t let Monoma anywhere near my cell.”

“What? What are you ta-”

He drops his phone and moves.

His damn omega is right here with him and Katsuki needs him.

The pain fades into a dull throb with every step he takes towards him. The boy is sitting on the ground right in front of him, a hand against the door. The moment Katsuki gets close enough to slowly trace his blood-covered fingers against his scent glands, he whimpers and tilts his head into Katsuki’s touch.

“Come,” he whispers, shuddering when the omega finally turns his head to look at him.

For one moment, he just stares, lost in green orbs so dark, they seem to swallow him whole. And then he’s leaning down, closer, and opening his mouth as wide as he can. His blood is not enough. He needs to bite.

That’s when he hears the steps coming closer, pulls the omega into his arms and falls back just as the door slams open, barely missing them. Katsuki snarls, now on his butt, holding his omega close to his chest.

“Fuck,” Uraraka shouts, moving a step back at the sight of them. “Fuck, fuck fuck, this is so not happening.”

“Get out!” He roars.

“You need to let go of that boy,” Uraraka says, trying to get closer.

Katsuki growls, a low sound that doesn’t leave room for misunderstandings. He will take her down if she moves closer. He will rip her limbs off one by one if she dares touch his omega. “Get the fuck out,” he whispers icily.

That makes her stop in her tracks at least.

Katsuki shudders, tilts his head, when his omega leans into him and watches the other alpha carefully. His eyes fall shut against his will though, the moment he feels the boy lick at the blood on his neck, at his scent glands.

It leaves him reeling, suddenly overwhelmed.

Katsuki opens his mouth. His neck. He needs to bite it. Aches for it. Makes for it.

“Now,” someone shouts but Katsuki doesn’t care. Not until something gets shoved into his mouth instead and he finds himself flat on his back with the alpha hovering above him, his omega gone.

His anger is all consuming when he makes for her, throwing her off only to be held down again by more people. He punches them hard, kicking away yet keenly aware that someone else is holding his thrashing omega away from him.

How dare they. How dare anyone touch his.

The satisfying sound of a bone breaking echoes in his ear before something hits his thigh with such impact that he loses all sense of what is and falls back, going numb.

He will kill them all.

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In Love With Another Man : A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Word Count: 2,588 (Whew, Did Not Expect To Write That Much)

Warnings: Slight Smut .. If You Can Call It That, Thats About It I Believe 

Hey Guys . I’m Back With Another Imagine . I Honestly Came Up With The Idea For This In Like 2.5 Seconds While Listening To Jasmine Sullivan’s “In Love With Another Man” . (Lyrics Are Italicized) But Before I Get Into It I Just Want To Take The Chance To Shoutout And Thank @xxwritemeastoryxx And @nmikaelsonimagines .. These Two Are Really An Inspiration For Me And Has Really Encouraged My Writing And I Hope To One Day Be As Good As You All Are . x Sorry For Any Mistakes x .

Don’t Underestimate The Allure Of Darkness. Even The Purest Of Hearts Are Drawn To It.

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And I Know That I Should Throw The Towel In, But Baby It’s Not, Not That Easy.

You Had A Wonderful Life, Perfect Even. At Least You’d Like To Think So. You Were 23 Years Old Living In New Orleans. Had A Nice Job, Working Part Time At This Boutique In The French Quarter And You Had This Amazing Boyfriend Whom You’d Been With For About 5 Years Now. When You Weren’t Working At The Boutique You Were Out Taking Pictures. Because Working At The Boutique Wasn’t Something You Planned On Doing The Rest Of Your Life, You Wanted To Be A Photographer , You Wanted Your Pictures To Be In Everyone’s Homes And You Wanted To Be The One Everyone Came To When They Needed Photo Shoots Done. And Until Then Working A Part Time Job On The Side Was Okay Until You Got To Where You Needed To Be. So Maybe You’re Life Wasn’t Perfect.. But It Was Perfect Enough For You. You Were Content

Until You Saw Him

You Had Been In Town On One Of Your Days Off Taking In The Sun, And Everything Around. You Had Your Camera With You Taking Pictures Of Some Of Everything. You Found The Beauty That Was The French Quarter Captivating And Once You Started Snapping There Was No Stopping. You Were In The Zone . You Got Pictures Of Tourist Laughing About, Flowers , Buildings, Animals.. And Him . It Wasn’t On Purpose . You Were Trying To Get This Photo Of The Most Alluring Butterfly That Landed On This Flower Outside Of This Bar. You Were Across The Street When It Flew By You And You Knew That By The Time You Got Over There To Get An Up Close It Would Be To Late So You Stayed In Your Spot Trying To Get A Good Shot . You’d Managed To Snap A Couple Of Photos Before Your View Was Blocked By City Goers.

Looking Back At The Photos Hoping To Have Gotten At Least One Good Photo Of The Butterfly, That’s When You Noticed Him. It Wasn’t Much, But It Was Enough To Draw Your Attention. Sitting In The Window Of The Bar Was A Man . The Sun Hitting His Face At Just The Right Angle. Illuminating His Golden Curls Making Him Look Like Something Out Of A Story Book .. Angelic .. Like A God .

You Couldn’t Stop Your Feet From Moving, Its Like They Had A Mind of Their Own. Before You Knew It You Were Across The Street Standing In Front Of The Bar.. Rousseau's. You Wondered Why You Haven’t Stumbled Upon This Place Before But Then Again You Weren’t Much Of A Drinker To Begin With. Things Seemed To Move In  Slow Motion In The Midst Of The Fastness Of The Quarter As You Walked Through The Door And Walking Up To The Bar, But Not Before Making Eye Contact With Your Mystery Man For A Quick Second. He Already Had You Drawn In With Just A Side Glace OF His Face From The Picture, But Once You Seen His Eyes.. His Eyes Were Something Else. Blue But With A Hint A Darkness In Them, Making The Mystery That Was This Man All The More Interesting. 

You Now Found Yourself Sitting At The Bar Drink In Hand, While Looking Through Your Camera Roll All While Hoping That The Small Eye Contact You Made With The Man Was Enough For Him To Notice You And Come Over. You Weren’t Desperate Or Anything, You Just Wanted To Know More About Him For Some Reason, And After All You Had A Boyfriend That You Loved.. You Didn’t Need Anything More. Little Did You Know He Noticed You.. Just Not At The Same Time You Noticed Him. 

Klaus Had Been Walking The Streets Of The Quarter One Afternoon.. No Doubt Coming From Rousseau’s When He Noticed You. Taking Pictures Of Everything Around You Smiling As You Did It. That Smile Of Yours Would Be Etched Into His Mind Over The Next Couple Of Weeks, And Before He Knew It You Were The New Subject Of His Paintings. He Would Find Himself Casually Walking The Streets Almost Everyday Hoping To Run Into You Because It Was Something About You That Pulled Him In.. He Wanted To Know More, He Wanted.. You 

You Were At The Bar For A Minute, You Actually Became Acquainted With The Bar Tinder. Her Name Was Camille But She Preferred Cami. You Both Sparked Up A Conversation When She Noticed The Camera In Your Hand. You Ended Up Talking About How You Were Aspiring To Become A Photographer, And She A Psychologist, When She Offered That You Could Take Some Pictures Of The Place If You Wanted And You Happily Obliged. Cami Walked To The Other End Of The Bar To Take Care Of Some People So You Were Left By Yourself Again.. Until Your Mystery Man Came And Took The Seat Next To You.. But You Were So Into The Photos You Were Taking That You Hadn’t Really Noticed, Until He Spoke With That Thick Accent Of His. 

 “Hello Love” 

And From That Moment He Had You, And He Knew It Too. For A Second You Forgot Why You Were In The Bar In The First Place Until You Turned To The Voice That Had Spoken, And Needless To Say You Were Breathless, Which Was A First For You Because You Could Talk Someones Head Off If You Wanted. You Hadn’t Really Noticed You Zoned Out While Looking At Him Until You Noticed His Lips Moving But You Weren’t Hearing Anything. 

“I’m So Sorry, Were You Saying Something” You Questioned Turning In Your Seat Towards Him 

The Famous Smirk You Would Soon Get Familiar With, The One That Would Cause Your Heart To Skip A Few Beats Appeared On His Face, As If He Knew The Effect He Had On You Already

“I Said Of All The Times I’ve Been In This Bar, I’ve Never Seen Your Pretty Face Here.. And Trust Me Sweetheart, I Couldn’t Forget A Face Like Yours” He Said Eyes Peering Into Your Soul It Felt Like.. Smirk Still In His Face “I’m Klaus” 

“Yn” 

Was All You Could Say. You Were Already Drawn To Him From The Glimpse Of Him In The Picture You Had Taken, But Being Face To Face With Him, And Hearing His Accent Was A Whole Other Ball Game And You Were Starting To Regret Coming In Here But By Then It Was Already Too Late. Whether Or Not You Knew It, You Were Pulled In And There Was No Escaping. You Never Really Noticed When People Started Leaving, Or When The Sun Went Down For That Matter. It Wasn’t Until Chairs Started Going Up That You Realized That You Had Been At That Bar For No More That 5 Hours Sitting And Talking About Any And Everything With Klaus. It Was As If You Knew Him Personally And He You. You Honestly Didn’t Want To Leave But You Knew You had Too, Your Boyfriend Would Be Back In Town Tomorrow And You Still Needed To Get Some Stuff Around The House Down, And It Was Pretty Late So You Bid Your Drinking Partner For The Time Being A Goodnight And Started To Leave But Being The Gentlemen That Klaus Mikaelson Is, He Offered To Walk You To Your Place Claiming That It Wasn’t Safe For A Young Lady As Yourself To Be Walking Alone. It Didn’t Seem Like You Had An Option Because If You Were Being Honest You Might Have Had Just A Little Too Much To Drink So You Accepted His Offer. 

Walking Under The Moonlit Sky On A Warm Summer Night Carrying On The Conversation You Too Were Having In The Bar Didn’t Help The Growing Attraction You Had For Him, But Of Course You Didn’t Know It Yet. It Wouldn’t Be Until A Few Run-Ins Later, Some Long Conversations At Rousseau's, And An Invitation To An “Annual Mikaelson Ball” Accompanied By This Gorgeous Dress That Was Way More Than What You Could Afford Right Now That You Would Soon Realize You Were Falling For Niklaus Mikaelson. Because After That First Night He Walked You Home, You Couldn’t Get Him Out Of Your Head, No Matter How Hard You Tried. 

If I Could, Could Forget Him

I Would, Please Believe Me

Over The Months You Found Yourself Thinking About Him More. Klaus Gave You A Sense Of Adventure You Didn’t Know You Wanted Until You Met Him. He Bought You Gifts Even Though You Didn’t Ask For Them, But He Would Always Reply With “A Queen Should Always Be Showered With The Finest Gifts” And You Would Always Assure Him That You Were No Queen, And It Was Getting Harder To Explain Where The Gifts Were Coming From When Your Boyfriend Would See You Wearing This Fancy Necklace, Or The Most Recent Gift, A Brand New Camera. 

And I Know That I Should Throw The Towel In

But, Baby, Its Not, Not That Easy 

You Knew What You Was Doing Was Wrong, Even Through You And Klaus Never Displayed Any Type Of Affection Towards Each Other Physically.. Emotionally You Knew There Was Something There. You Had To Cut What Ever This Was Off Before Someone Got Hurt, But It Was Easier Said Than Done, And After The Way That Night Ended Between The Two Of You When You Tried To Walk Away, It Was Very Much Too Late, You Were In Too Deep. 

 “Hello Love” He Acknowledged When You Walked Into His Study Not Noticing The Look On Your Face 

“We Have To End.. Whatever It Is Were Doing, I Told You When We First Met That I Had A Boyfriend, And I Should’ve Never Entertained Any Of This: 

“Did You Walk Here By Yourself Love, I Told You Its Too Dangerous For You To Be By Yourself When Its Getting Dark” Klaus Said Totally Ignoring What You Said” 

“D- Did You Hear What I Said Nik .. This” You Said Gesturing Between The Two Of You “Has To Stop.. I Had A Life Before I Met You.. A Wonderful Like That I Was Perfectly Fine With” 

If I Was Sane There’d Be No Competition

But, I’m In Love With Someone Else

“I Heard What You Said Love. But You And I Both Know That’s Not True” He Said Looking At You Giving That Same Smirk.. The One That Somehow Makes You Melt Every Time, The One That Made Your Heart Beat A Thousand Beats Per Minute And He Knew It 

“But It Is.. So, I’ll See You Nik” You Started To Turn Away And Walk Out But When Before You Could Comprehend It, He Was In Front Of You 

When You First Started Hanging Out Klaus Wanted To Keep You Out Of The Supernatural World, But That Failed Difficult When You Were Caught In The Crossfire Of Two Vampires When Walking Home One Day, And You Wanted Answers And That Night He Told You Everything. You Were Fascinated To Say The Least, Always Trying To Get A Picture Of Klaus In His Hybrid State, Saying It Would Be One Of The Best Shots You Would Have Ever Taken But He Never Let You

“See Love, You And I Both Know That’s Not Possible” Klaus Said As His Hands Caressed Your Arms Until He Placed Them On Your Waist, Pulling You To Him. His Touch Lit A Fire In You, One You Didn’t Know You Had And You Were Aroused To Say The Least. You Couldn’t Even Get Your Words Out Properly And You Hated The Effect He Had On Your Body

“W-Why Do You T-Think That” You Said Looking Anywhere But His Eyes 

“Because Love” He Said Gripping Your Chin Forcing You To Look Up At Him “If You Didn’t Want This, If You Truly Wanted This To End, You Would Have Called.. It Wasn’t Something That Needed To Be Said In Person” He Said Starring Down At You, Like He Was Slowly Undressing You With His Body “I Give You Something That You Didn’t Know You Needed, And You Cant Stand It. 

“And What Is That” You Said Eyes Falling To His Lips. You Cursed Your Body For Betraying You The Way It Was. Truth Is He Was Right You Didn’t Want This To End You Didn’t Want To Stop Hanging Around The Original Hybrid But You Felt Horrible, Telling Yourself That You Indeed Loved Your Boyfriend Of 5 Years, But Your Heart Telling You Something Different Whenever You Were Around Nik. 

“Adventure ..” 

Its Quite Ironic How You Came To The Compound To Let Nik Know That You Were Done With This Little Situation You Were In With Him, Only To End Up In a Complete Different Situation.. But You Couldn’t Argue That The Situation You Were In Now Was Better. Before You Knew It You Were In Nik’s Bed Wrapped Up In His Sheets. Bodies Tangled Together As His Lips Kissed Every Inch Of Your Body, Missing Not One Crevice, Crack, Or Birthmark, Marking You As His. 

His Hands Roamed Your Body Appreciatively As You Moaned Out His Name Not Really Caring If Any Of His Siblings Were Home Now. The Pleasure Was Slowly Building Up As Your Two Bodies Moved In Sync, Panting Heavily, Skin Glistening Due From The Sweat You Two Were Creating, And The Moans And Grunts From You Two Getting Louder And Louder By The Minute. 

By The Time You Two Were Anywhere Near Done, The Sun Was Coming Up, And With The Previous Events You Knew Your Legs Were Out For The Count. You Lay Wrapped Up In His Arms Head On His Chest Listening To His Undead Heart Beat While He Was Asleep Thinking About What Just Happened. Thinking About These Last Couple Of Months. You Knew It Was Going To Be A Hard Conversation To Have With Your Boyfriend. But You Knew It Needed To Be Done . Because You Weren’t Sure When It Happened, Maybe It Was The First Time You Had A Conversation With Him, Or That One Time At The Ball His Family Threw When You Were Dancing To This Slow Song And It Felt As If You Were The Only Two In The Room. Or Maybe It Was When He Saved You That Day And Told You All About His World, The Way His Voice Was Laced With Concern, Asking Were You Okay The Rest Of The Night Even When You Assured Him You Were Fine. 

He Ain’t Always Right, But He’s Just Right For Me

I’m In Love With Another Man

And I’m So Sorry, Hey

But I Love Someone Else

What Ever Moment It Was Between You And Niklaus Mikaelson Ranging From The Moment You Laid Eyes On Him Up Until Now, You Were Most Certain You Were In Love With This Man. 

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Okay So I’m Not Really Sure How I Did On This One, I Liked It And Hopefully You All Like It Also, If You Could I Would Love Feedback On My Writing So I Could Know What I Need To Work On. I’m Going To Try Uploading More Frequently Since I Graduated Beauty School So I’m At Home All Day, But Once Again I Hope You Enjoyed This As Much As I Liked Writing It. Until Next Time . 

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Good Girl's Club--When The Prince Is Really A Frog

Word Count:  2k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of choosing sides, mentions of manipulation, insecurities. 

Missy and Bucky

“I’m going to fucking murder him,” she growled, already sitting up as she pushed herself away from her ex-husbands embrace.  Bucky watched her in silence as she turned to face him, “I told you he was a garbage human being, didn’t I?  It wasn’t enough that he had to ruin our relationship-“

“Baby, calm down.”

“CALM DOWN?” she growled, feeling even angrier.  She fully turned so that she was facing him and punched him as hard as she could in his stomach.  Being a super soldier didn’t protect him from the wrath of the ‘protective mama bear’ as she glared him down, “James!  How can you be defending him?  That’s our little girl.  Our daughter.  And you let your best friend marry her!”

“I’m not defending him, Mi-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” she hissed, pushing him out of her bed suddenly.  Bucky’s brows furrowed as she pointed at the door, “you told me that you were done letting Steve manipulate you…that was the only reason I let you back into my bed…but he’s still got his slimy fucking hands all over you.  He’s still manipulating you, only now he’s trying to convince you that he’s not a shit human being for cheating on his daughter because what…Peggy was his one and only?  And now that she’s here our daughter and our grandchildren are disposable.”

“Missy.”

“No, James,” she said angrily as she pushed herself out of her bed and started bending over to pick up Bucky’s clothes only to throw them at him, “it’s not okay.  I mean that’s our baby.  That’s Cam-“

“Melissa!” Bucky said firmly.  He had been catching his clothes, but threw them back on the ground to drive his point home, “stop talking for two seconds.”

Missy looked up at Bucky, the insecurities she’d had in her own relationship with the man only being exacerbated by the mention of his slimy friend.  And that’s when he noticed the tears in her eyes.

“Baby…”

She looked at him pitifully as he pulled her towards himself, dropping the last of the clothes that she’d managed to launch at him.  He frowned when he felt her tears against his firm chest, “Y-you can’t let him do it again…James…you can’t let him…that’s our baby.”

“Mel…I can’t do anything to take back Steve cheating on her…this isn’t something I can put a Band-Aid on.”

No, James,” she whimpered against his chest, “you weren’t on my side the last time Steve interfered in one of your relationships…don’t make the same mistake…be there for Cami, James…”

“I am baby,” he whispered sadly as he smoothed her hair down.  He was gentle in the way that he moved his ex-wife back to her bed, “I’m done letting him run my life….my relationships…he’s not important…my girls are.”

“Wh-what are you doing James?” she asked as soon as her head hit the pillow and his lips attached themselves to her neck.  She moaned softly, the feelings from their first coupling still leaving her sensitive.  He pressed a gentle kiss to her pulse point.

“I’m showing you baby,” he whispered, “just let me make it feel all better Missy…let me do what I should have done all those years ago.  Let me take care of my girl!”

Maddie and Jake

Maddie nearly choked on her juice when she’d heard the news the following morning.  She had choked mainly because she was watching TV and a headline appeared at the bottom saying, ‘Captain America ditches old school family values for new woman.’ 

She was quick to reach for her phone and call Em.  She knew that Em tried to limit the amount of time her kids were in front of a screen and would have no idea what was going on unless someone else called her.  She also loved to gossip with her best friend, and any excuse to call was a good one, despite the news.  But she frowned when all she heard was the answering machine. 

“This is Em Bodecker.  I can’t reach the phone right now, but if you leave me a message, I’ll be sure to get back to you, provided I’m not chasing after my kids…or my husband.”

Maddie rolled her eyes as she heard Em giggle and Lee’s voice sounding sort of far off, asking if Em could help him with one of the kids. 

“You really need to change your message,” Maddie laughed, rolling her eyes yet again after she’d heard the beep signaling that she could speak.  She always made fun of Em a little when she heard her voicemail.  She was one of the youngest girls, and yet, she sounded like such an old mom.  Her laughing stopped and she sighed, “but I didn’t call to make fun of your voicemail again.  I was watching the news and I saw a blip…I think something happened with Cami and Steve…it’s hinting that he left her…call me back when you get this or if you know of anything…like what’s going on…I’m going to see if I can get ahold of someone.  Love you!”

She hung up her phone and was about to dial another number when Jake’s arms wrapped around her, and he pulled the phone out of her hands.  She turned to look at him and he shook his head, “Buck told me last night.  I’m going to go with him today while Steve is out of the house…me, him, and Ari are going to go help her grab what she needs. Since she’s a trainer, Tony freed up some space, so she’s going to be staying at the tower…”

Maddie gasped, “oh my god…is she alright?”

He sighed and shook his head, “not in the slightest…but you, little miss gossip, get to watch the kids with Britt.”

Maddie frowned, “I’m not the gossip.  Everyone knows who the mouth is of the group.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled.  But he placed his head on her shoulder as the moment seemed to fade, “do you need to talk about what is going on, baby?”

Maddie eyed her husband down, “should I need to?”

“Well, no…I just…I don’t know…it’s weird.  Right?”

“Yeah,” Maddie admitted as she bit the inside of her cheek, “it really is…I mean if any of the guys were to cheat on one of us, I wouldn’t think that it would be Steve…”

“What do you mean, if one of us cheated on one of the girls?” Jake asked, “Y-you’ve thought about that?”

“Well, I mean...yeah,” she said with a nod, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Baby…you know that I’d never do that, right?”

“Oh yeah…I’m fully aware,” she said with a small smile as she kissed her husband, “you’re horrible with women.  Though, a few of us did say if you had to cheat on me, you and Lee would probably run off into the sunset.”

Jake raised his brow, “Lee?  You think that Lee would be my type?”

“Sweetie…you and Ari are good guys but have nothing in common.  The good thing about helping Bucky move Cami’s stuff out is that you guys won’t have to talk much.  I mean, with the exception that both of you were in the military you really don’t talk to Ari at all…do you?  And Bucky barely puts up with humanity as it is and he would have been the one to run off with Steve, and Andy…well…we’re all very sure that Andy’s still mad at you because of the grill-off this past summer…”

“Yeah…he did not like losing,” Jake admitted after a second as he thought about how both he and Andy had gotten new grills and then turned it into a challenge to see who could make a better barbequed meal, “but really?  Lee?  I mean, not that I don’t love Lee…it’s just…LEE?  He’s got like four kids and plans for a school bus more.  I would not be the bottom bitch to that.”

“Yeah…he didn’t like the pairing either,” Maddie shrugged, “he said that neither one of you would be willing to admit who is the more dominant man it it’d just be an annoying back and forth.”

“Wait, he knows about this?”

“Of course he does,” Maddie scoffed, “this all stemmed from the conversation of which one of us we would cheat on our husbands with if we absolutely had to…Em was driving so Lee had to hold the phone so we could do our weekly video call.”

“Wait…who would you cheat on me with,” Jake asked, suddenly nervous, “like guys?”

“No, silly,” she laughed, walking off, “the girls…and if I had to cheat it would be with Em…we’d love the back-and-forth brattiness between us.”

Jake’s eyes went wide as he realized that his wife just said hypothetically, she would have sex with another woman. 

“If this ever happens, I get to watch, right?”

“God you and Lee are too alike,” she laughed from the next room, “he asked the same thing.”

Em and Lee

“Come on girl, it’s Wednesday night, and daddy wants to show you just how hard you hav-why are you crying?” Lee had been excited to get home to his wife for their weekly date night.  He’d been looking forward to their night together, and for most of the morning he’d received messages that had started out innocently enough; but by afternoon they were downright naughty.  For the last few hours that Lee was at his office, his wife hadn’t responded, and it only revved him up even more.  He'd kept the door to his office locked, and looked at a few videos that the two of them had made together to keep himself from going feral, leaving the office, and driving home early to claim his wife in every spot that he could in the house.

But now, seeing her in tears, he felt a rage building in his belly. 

“Who did this to ya?”

“Steve cheated on Cami!” she sobbed, barely looking up from her rounded stomach.  She rubbed it sadly, and blew into a Kleenex.  Lee’s stomach fell to the floor.  He knew his girl always looked at Steve and Cami as a fairytale romance, much like most of the other girls had.  But Lee was smart enough to know that this dragged up his own wife’s insecurities about their relationship.

How he’d broken up with her before and told her to find someone else so that he wouldn’t be ‘holding her back.’   

“Sweet pea,” he said delicately as he walked over to the table. He knelt to the ground and took each of her hands, kissing her knuckles as he watched her, “talk to me.”

“I-If Steve left Cami for s-s-someone…” she sniffled, hiccupping at the last word, “What if-“

“I’m gonna cut this off right now,” Lee said firmly, cutting his wife off, “sweet pea, I don’t want no one else but you…we got three beautiful babies together.  Sadie and Emmy and little Lee…and baby number four cooking right there in your belly…and when he makes his entrance, we’re going straight to work on baby number five.  I don’t want another soul in this crazy world, Em.  I only want you.”

“Bu-“

“Em Bodecker, I put a ring on your finger and four babies in your belly,” he smirked, chuckling at his own bluntness, “I ain’t got no problems knowing you’re the only woman that’s gonna be wearing a ring from me, or having my babies…I ain’t cheating on you.”

“What if I had a twin?  Would you cheat on me then?”

“Em, you’re the only lady I want, alright,” he chuckled as he let go of one of her hands so that his fingers could brush along her cheek, “even if you had a twin, I’d only want you.”

“Really?” she giggled, “because I would never say no to you if you had a twin!  I’m not going to lie…the only thing better than one Lee Bodecker would be two!”

“Well, I’m glad that you love me enough that you want two of me, sweet pea…but my twin probably wouldn’t have been so stupid to let you go the first time.”

“You learned though…”

“I did,” he smiled sweetly, brushing the tears away from his wife’s cheeks.  He leaned forward until their noses brushed and she gave a smile, giggling through the last of her tears, “and I ended up the luckiest man in the world.”

“I love you, Lee Bodecker.”

“I love you, Em Bodecker.”