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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 9 months

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Danny Wagner x Fem Reader x Fem OC

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, digital penetration (fem rec), oral (fem rec), pegging, dirty talk, mild cum play, choking if you squint? if I missed any please let me know 🖤

You were standing in the kitchen reluctantly washing the dishes when you heard the bathroom door open and the sound of soft footsteps padding down the hall. You had the brief thought of 'no way he showered that fast'.

"Babe," He said as he rounded the corner, looking down at his phone.

"hmm?"

"Did you subscribe to a new account?" Your movements stalled for a moment as you realized what he was asking.

Danny and you had started sharing an OnlyFans account ages ago. The both of you had decided neither of you really had anything to hide and that it could be fun. Except right now you felt your cheeks blushing and your pulse starting to pick up. You HAD subscribed to a new account and a small naive part of you just thought Danny wouldn't notice. He stopped next to you and held the phone where you could see it, as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

"Daniel, were you about to have fun in the shower without me?" You turned off the sink and turned to face him, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

He gave you an odd look, tilting his head and almost glaring, and then the smirk appeared,

"Don't deflect y/n," He moved closer, looking down his nose at you, "Did you subscribe to this account?"

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you tried to hold his stare.

"I did." You admitted as you moved to walk past him, grabbing a towel to wipe the kitchen counter, trying desperately to act as if you aren't overthinking about how he's going to react. "Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not" He's following behind you and you can see him scrolling through the account, "It's just...I wasn't expecting it"

Facing away from him you grinned at the inquisitive tone of his voice, glancing over your shoulder to see him adjusting himself beneath his gym shorts.

"How did I not know you were into this?" He riddled out loud to himself more than you, "I mean, I've always heard women like watching other women in porn but-I just have never heard you talk about it"

You finally stopped trying to distract him and yourself and sat on the kitchen counter.

"You want the truth?" You said as he leaned on the counter across from you, finally looking away from his phone.

"Please, enlighten me" You felt your cheeks heating again under his gaze, feeling much more on the spot now.

"I didn't know how into it I was until recently." You shrugged your shoulders, looking away as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. He walked over slowly and stood between your legs, rubbing his big hands up and down your thighs,

"So I'm guessing that you've never been with a woman before then?" He asked,

"Nope" You replied plainly. He stayed quiet for a moment nodding his head as you watched the gears turn behind his eyes,

"Is that....something you want?" You mistake his shy tone for insecurity and immediately begin to reassure him,

"What? No! Danny you give me everything I need, I would never-" You're rambling and waving your hands defensively when he catches them both and cuts you off

"Y/n," He giggles softly, "Baby thats not what I meant,"

You're completely lost now so you wait for him to speak again, trying hard to read his thoughts

"I meant," He paused, sighing like he always did when he tried to choose his words carefully, "Is that something you'd like to explore, with me?"

Your face must have twisted in even more confusion because he giggled again, letting his head fall to your shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on your neck as he stood back up,

"Y/n, I'm asking if you want to have a threesome" He finally said.

"Oh" you knew your eyes went wide as you looked at him. He waited patiently as you considered. You had to admit to yourself that you'd thought about this before, but never really thought it would be on the table. There were multiple reasons it just didn't seem plausible. You wondered if you'd even be into seeing Danny with another woman, or if it would make your stomach twist in jealousy. You stayed with that thought for a moment, and quickly reminded yourself that Daniel only had eyes for you, and he'd proved it time and time again. "I- who would we even chose?"

"So thats a yes?" he teased as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek,

"It's a maybe" You paused as he gripped your hips and tugged you closer, moving his kisses to your jaw, "What if I get jealous? What if you get jealous?"

"You know how solid we are," He said confidently, "I don't think any of that will be an issue."

"Ok, back to my first question, who?" You tried to stay focused as he sucked marks on your neck, clearly already riled up over the mere thought of this happening

"I'm not sure," He stopped his attack on your neck, "Whats your type?"

"I-I don't know" You didn't know,

"Ok, well" He pulled his phone from his pocket, "What do you like about her?" He clicked on a video from the new account you'd followed, pointing to the creator as the video played.

The volume on his phone wasn't that loud but you could still hear the moans of the two women coming from the speaker, but your eyes stayed on the brunette with the lush curves.

Danny's mouth was on you again as he waited for your response, his hands getting more and more explorative as you subtly bucked your hips against him,

"She-she," You stuttered, "She is just sweet, and sometimes a little silly, and I like that."

He pulled away and gave you a 'come on now' look with a quirked brow,

"Ok, ok, she has great tits and a nice ass too" You rolled your eyes playfully, "And she sounds so, so, pretty."

"Hmm not as pretty as you" Danny lifted you from the counter and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he headed for the bathroom,

"Oh, NOW I get to be part of you shower time fun?" you teased, wiggling a bit against his erection for good measure

"Hush," He laughed, landing a brisk smack against your ass as he closed the bathroom door.

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"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Danny asked as you slid into the booth next to him. It was date night and he'd insisted on coming to your favorite sushi place. He brought your interlaced hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles while he waited for your response,

"Beautiful, stunning, pretty," You smiled as his lips twitched up at the corners, "You're going to run out of adjectives Daniel." You'd worn a simple dress tonight, the real treat underneath, but still Danny showered you in compliments.

"I'll still never stop telling you" He said plainly as he tucked you under his arm and began to scan the menu.

"And I'll never get tired of hearing it" You pecked a quick kiss to his cheek and then scanned the menu with him.

You had just placed your order when you heard the little bell above the door ring. You and Danny always made it a point to sit facing the door, being avid people watchers. When you looked up you were not expecting who you saw.

"Babe" You gasped, shaking his forearm and subtly motioning with your head towards the door, "Look who it is"

Standing by the hostess was the woman that only a week ago had prompted that conversation with Danny. She was even prettier in person. He looked in the direction of the door and then raised his hand, waving at her.

"Oh my-stop what are you doing!" You snapped under your breath. You dared a look back in her direction and felt your face drain of color and your heart start to race as she approached the table.

"Danny?" She asked as she stopped next to the booth. Your palms grew sweaty as you shyly looked between her and your boyfriend, trying desperately to fill in the information you were clearly missing.

"Thats me, here have a seat" He beamed as she sat across the table from the both of you, not failing to see your reaction.

"Nice to finally meet you in person, I'm Britt" she reached across the table and shook his hand before turning to you expectantly.

"Oh-I, I'm Y/n." you cleared your throat. You had a death grip on Danny's leg under the table conveying a 'what the fuck is happening, I'm going to kill you' squeeze as she got comfortable in her seat. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't aware anyone was joining us for dinner tonight"

"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Danny offered, "It's on us"

"Are you sure? Thats really not necessary" she replied. She had a soft confidence about her that intimidated the fuck out of you.

"We insist, anything you want" Danny assured her as he sat back and put his arm around you. He was completely relaxed, and you were on the verge of panic. After sitting in silence while she chose her item and ordered you finally spoke up,

"I'm sorry, not to be rude but what is going on" You needed to know or the anxiety would keep eating away at you. Britt looked at Danny, knowing it wasn't her job to explain anything right now.

"Last week after our conversation in the kitchen, I figured it couldn't hurt to try and reach out to Britt with a proposition." his nonchalant shrug accompanying his statement made you want to smack him.

"And you just thought not telling me was cool?" You said, not concerned with the third person at the table witnessing your annoyance,

"I wanted it to be a surprise" He grinned devilishly. He just liked seeing you squirm and you knew it.

"I told him that I would come to dinner but that I'm only down for the sex if you are comfortable with it, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything" Britt said, offering you a soft smile.

This all felt like so much, you stared blankly as you tried to organize your racing thoughts

"How about you think about it? We can eat dinner, have a few drinks, and re-assess later?" Britt suggested.

"Please" You huffed a nervous laugh and relaxed a little.

Danny waved over the waiter and the three of you ordered some drinks. You talked about random mundane things for a bit but then wandered into more explicit territory as the night progressed. You ended up discussing everyone's hard limits, establishing a safeword, and getting most of your concerns and questions addressed. You discovered that she had already discussed and agreed to discretion regarding Danny which was one of your biggest concerns.

"Alright, I'm in" You finally mustered up the courage to say. Mentally you'd been down since she walked in the door, you just needed to voice it.

After covering the bill and texting Britt the address Danny and you headed towards your car. You had both only had one drink and had been at the restaurant talking long enough that you were both safe to drive. Upon pulling out of the parking lot Danny looked to you, placing his hand on your thigh,

"Are you mad?"

"I'm irritated you didn't tell me, but I'm not mad" You answered truthfully,

"I'm sorry, that really wasn't my intention, I was trying to be spontaneous" he rubbed his thumb in slow circles over your skin as he spoke. You nodded letting him know silently that it was ok, "You're just being so quiet?"

"I'm nervous" You said as you reached down and placed your hand over his.

"I thought you got all your questions answered?" He said, just trying to clarify,

"I did, but that doesn't mean I'm not still nervous babe." You turned to look out the window, "I have never done stuff with a woman before, and thats really intimidating, I don't want to look dumb,"

"Y/n, " He cooed, "You're not going to look dumb. You told her at the sushi place that this is something you've never done, that we've never done, she knows that."

A heavy sigh left your chest, "Ok,"

"Listen, I'll be there the whole time, if I see you freeze I'll jump in and teach you, how's that?"

"Teach me?" you gave him and intrigued look. Briefly you let your mind wander to the thought of him watching you and her...and it excited you.

"Yeah, I'd say I'm qualified" He smirked. You playfully smacked his shoulder with a laugh, "No but seriously, I got you, don't worry."

The rest of the short drive home was silent, but you could feel the excitement like electricity in the air. Upon stepping foot into the house you immediately headed towards the kitchen,

"I need a drink" You said as you opened the cabinet to grab a glass.

"Why don't you pour us all one and I'll get things set up in the bedroom?" Danny suggested as he began to head down the hallway.

You take out 3 glasses, putting a generous shot of tequila in each one. Setting them all on a tray you are making your way to the bedroom when you hear the doorbell. Taking a steadying breath you make your way to the door. Upon opening the door Britt offers you a sweet smile, but there is something sultry there as well. She glances past you and then leans forward slightly,

"Are you sure you want to do this? If not I can just say I changed my mind,"

You smiled at her kindness, and felt yourself calm just a bit more.

"I do want this, I promise." You stepped out of the way and handed her a glass, "I'm just a little timid is all"

"Don't be nervous on my account," She downed her glass of tequila, "I'm here to show you a good time, just have fun."

You nod shyly and lead her to the bedroom where Danny is moving about the room. He's turned on the lamps on both nightstands that give the room a soft amber glow. The smell of your favorite incense is filling the air. Upon your eyes second pass of the room they land on your beloved strap. When you look back to Danny his eyes meet yours and he gives you a little wink. Suddenly your mind is wandering through the possibilities. The strap had been brought up at the restaurant. Britt had asked if she needed to bring one and Danny had easily offered up the information that you already had one. She had raised both her brows in surprise and then grinned before taking a sip of her drink. The fact that she had brought it up told you she wanted that tonight, but the cheeky look Danny just gave you had you wondering if he'd want it tonight as well.

That thought heated your skin and had you already getting wet, just thinking about him seeing you fuck Britt and how needy he might get, wanting the same treatment.

The clattering of a glass being placed down pulls you from your thoughts and brings you back to the man looking down at you. It was only now that you realized he shed his shirt at some point, and was now standing close as he took your hand,

"How do you wanna play this, y/n?"

"I-I don't know.." You said honestly, looking between him and Britt.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Britt stepped in,

"Please" You sighed with a small laugh,

"You two get started, act like I'm not here, and when I'll eventually join in when I think it's the right time, hows that?"

"I think I can work with that" Danny grins as he pulls you a little closer,

"Perfect, I'm going to run off to the bathroom for a sec, is that it?" She points to the door and you give her a quick nod as Danny begins walking you backwards to the bed, clearly ready to get things moving. You watch her walk away and close the door when Danny hooks a finger under your chin and turns your attention to him,

"Hey" He says, his nose brushing against yours

"Hey" You reply as his hands find your thighs, sneaking higher and higher under your dress,

"How're you doing, baby?" He's ghosting his lips over yours as he checks in,

"I'm good," You whisper your reply,

"Good," He kisses you, soft and slow, "Can we take this off?" He is gathering your dress around your waist,

"Mhmm" You hum against his lips. He steps back to pull it over your head and then he's staring at you with dark eyes as he takes in the matching set you'd worn underneath the dress. It's simple and dainty set, a light lavender color. The material is sheer except for some embroidery flowers covering your nipples. The panties are completely sheer with a small cut out at the base of your spine adorned with a tiny bow.

You take this time to unbutton his pants, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him in his snug boxer briefs that don't leave much to the imagination.

"Oh, baby..." He groans, pressing his body to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, "She's not gonna know what hit her when she sees you"

You feel yourself blush and then you're falling back onto the bed, Danny crawling up and settling next to you. The front of his body is pressed to the side of yours as he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss you weren't expecting. You whimpered and arched into his touch as he groped your breast. You could feel his hardness against your hip and you reached down, palming him through the thin material. This only spurred him on, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, sliding it against yours as his hand toyed with your nipple though the sheer material.

You were so lost in Daniel and his touch that a small gasp left you at the sensation of the mattress dipping next to you. Within seconds her warm body was against your other side. You feel her hand, so much smaller than Danny's running up and down your hip, and then you feel her lips on your neck. Your breathing picks up and you moan into Danny's kiss. Everything already felt so good, her lips were so soft, and Danny's hands were roaming over your body. With your free hand you blindly reach back, wanting to touch Britt. Your hand landed on the inside of her plush thigh, and she scooted closer. The way she was kissing your neck, the way her tongue smoothed over it and she sucked at your pulse point, fuck you needed to kiss her. You took the leap, breaking your kiss with Danny and turning towards Britt. Caressing her face, you brought her lips to yours.

The first kiss was experimental, cautious and slow. She was letting you take the lead, and it set a fire within you. Your hand slipped from her face and tangled in her hair as you kissed her harder. You heard her whimper against your lips and it made your inhibitions begin to fade away. You needed to be closer, immediately. You turned on your side to face her, pressing her back against the mattress. You heard Danny briefly mourn the loss of contact before he was pressed against your back, kissing and touching you where he could as you savored the woman beneath you. Britt's hands were on you as well, holding you close and grabbing at your ass as she arched into you. Unwilling to let your kisses stifle her moans any longer you break the kiss, moving to her neck. Her one stipulation was that no marks were left on her, you didn't realize how hard that would be until now, when all you wanted to do was suck pretty purple marks into her neck.

You felt her hand move between your bodies and you sucked in a breath as she harshly pulled the black lace of her bra down to reveal her hardened nipple. You groaned, letting your forehead fall to her chest as you saw the metal bar going through the rosy flesh. How could you forget about the piercings,

"For fucks sake" You murmur against her sternum, "How do you keep getting hotter" her and Danny both giggle. Britt's laugh is cut short as you latch your mouth onto her sensitive peak.

"God your mouth feels good" She sighs, head falling back against the pillow. The more she compliments you and your antics the more confident you feel about moving forward. In your peripherals you see her rubbing her thighs together, cueing you to snake your hand down the curves of her body. Kissing her abdomen you timidly rub her through her panties. You can feel that they are soaked and clinging to her. Biting your bottom lip your kisses stall and your eyes stay fixed on your hand. You are suddenly anxious again at the thought of approaching uncharted territory for you.

"May I?" You hear, and look to see Danny had at some point crawled off the bed and was holding each side of Britt's panties.

"Mhmm" she nods, "Please"

You look up at him with gratitude and he just gives you a knowing smile. After Danny removes the material he pulls you down the bed a little and positions himself back behind you. Your face is now even with Britts groin and Danny has his chin resting on your shoulder. She boldly lets her legs fall open,

"Look how wet you've already made her baby," He's talking so quiet you know Britt probably can't hear, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Do you want to touch her?"

"Yes" You huff out quietly, your heart hammering in your chest,

"Do it," He urges you, "I'm right here, and I'm sure Britt can tell you what she likes"

"I'm enjoying watching you two navigate it" She grins, "Endearing in the hottest way"

You and Danny both give her a playful glare and then your eyes go back to her heat.

"Fuck, come on, touch her" Danny rasps against your jaw, "I wanna see you with your fingers in her cunt" His words have stunned you, but you love when he talks like this.

Hesitantly you reach forward and run your fingers through her slick, gathering some of the wetness there and gliding back up to circle her clit. She writhes under the touch and is rocking her hips, trying to coax your hand lower. You move your hand lower, and once again your movements stall. Within seconds his hand is there, and you follow his lead. He places his hand over yours, lining up your fingers with his and sandwiching your hand between his and Britts entrance.

"Middle finger" He whispers, "I'll show you"

The breath is ripped from your lungs when he slowly presses his middle finger and yours into Britt. You relax your hand and allow his finger to guide yours.

"Oh my god," Britt moans as she realizes what is happening.

"Now, move your finger like this" Danny curls his and your finger, slowly pumping them in and out. You're watching this unfold, your fingers slipping in and out of her together, and it might be the death of you. "You feel her clenching around your fingers like that?" He asks as he pulls his hand away, "That means she's close"

"He's right," She rushes out, gripping the sheets beneath her, "Please make me cum"

You remove your finger, only to press back into her with your middle and ring finger. You feel something against your lips and open your mouth when you realize its Danny's hand, offering you the finger he just removed from Britt that is coated in her slick.

"How's she taste baby?" he hums as you suck his finger.

"So good" You mumble around the digit, and its the truth. You need more.

Danny removed his finger from your mouth and his hand travels down your body to between your legs. He pushes your panties to the side and then his deft fingers are circling your clit. He groans as he starts rutting his hips against your ass, watching as you continue to finger Britt. Her taste is still on your lips but it's not enough. Leaning forward the best you can with Danny's arms around you, you lower your mouth to her clit, lapping over it and massaging it with your tongue.

Britt cries out her legs start to tremble, "Fuck, yes-"

"You hear all those pretty sounds she's making for you?" Danny praises, "You're doing so good, keep going, just like that"

The louder Britt gets the harder Danny is rubbing your clit. You feel yourself starting to get overwhelmed, the pleasure from his fingers clouding your focus on Britt, making it hard to keep a rhythm. You remove your mouth from her,

"Babe," you turn your head and he's there, kissing your jaw "You gotta stop, I-I can't focus with you doing that"

With a snicker he removes his hand from your heat.

"Fuck me" in unison you and Danny look to Britt, "I'm so close but I want you to fuck me"

Danny's chest rumbles against you back, "I don't think I'm going to survive seeing this"

He gets up from behind you, helping you stand and then handing you the strap. As you secure the straps you take a moment to take in the view. Britt is on her back with her legs spread, one hand draped over her stomach and the other fidgeting with the sheets as her dark eyes watch your form. Danny his slipped out of his briefs and had climbed on the bed next to Britt, laying on his back with a hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. When he catches you staring he gives you a devilish smile

"Comfortable?" You tease him as you climb over Britt,

"Absolutely" He reaches forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "I want a front row seat for this"

You roll your eyes and look down your body to line up your strap with Britt's entrance with shaky hands when she suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a sloppy kiss,

"You're doing amazing" she said as she relaxes back against the pillow. You bit your lip, blushing again as you refocused your attention on sliding the strap into her, advancing it slowly,

"Don't let her fool you Britt," You heard Danny say, his hand steadily stroking his dick, "This is the one thing that isn't new to her," You're thrusting your hips slowly, giving Danny a side eye as you bend to kiss Britt's chest, "Come on baby, give it to her, fuck her like you fuck me"

You give him a scandalized look, pausing to see if you heard him correctly. He's not even looking at you, his eyes are on where you and Britt's bodies meet.

"What he said" Britt urges you on, giving an eager nod.

She doesn't have to tell you twice. You sit back on your knees, hooking your arms under Britt's thighs and pulling her towards you and lifting her ass slightly off the bed. She's much lighter than Danny and you're enjoying being able to toss her around a bit. Holding her legs you begin thrusting into her faster and harder. Her mouth falls open and her hands jump into action, toying with her own nipple piercings as you pound into her.

"Goddamn Y/n, you're a vision" his voice is strained as he pumps his hand faster,

"Rub her clit" You command abruptly, becoming breathless for more reasons than one. You look down, letting spit fall from your mouth onto her bundle of nerves "I want to watch her cum"

Danny follows your order, reaching over with his free hand and moving his fingers in tight circles. You watch the bright purple cock sliding in and out of her, and you are hypnotized by it. You feel Britt's legs tense in your hands as she get's close.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she rushes out as her eyes roll back and a string of moans flow from her lips. You take it in the way she writhes and gasps, she looks absolutely incredible. You slow your movements and Danny pulls back his hand as she comes down from her high. Removing yourself from Britt you carefully you lower her back to the bed and move to pepper her chest with kisses as she catches her breath. You feel a hand on your arm and look to Danny,

"Baby," He pauses for a second "I thought I was gonna be able to just watch tonight...but after seeing you fuck her..." He grabs you and flips, pinning you to the mattress and running his teeth over your neck before nipping at your earlobe, "I want you cock too" he whispers.

It sends a shiver through you,

"Yeah? Right now?" You reach down and wrap your hand around his length, giving it a squeeze. He hisses into your ear through his teeth,

"Yes, right now." He reaches to the side table and grabs a wipe, using it to wipe down your strap. "Wanna ride you while she rides your face" His eyes flick to yours, no doubt committing the look on your face to memory.

Your clit is throbbing and your panties are drenched, but who are you to deny Daniel. That plus the thought of getting to taste Britt again...

"Is that something you want to-" Britt started

"Yes!" you all collectively smile at your enthusiastic answer. You aren't sure where to look as Danny spreads lube over your strap and Britt begins to crawl over you.

"You two are kinky" Britt smirks as she looks between the two of you,

"That we are" you agree. You reach up, holding Britts hips as she positions herself above your face. You feel the bed dip on either side of your body as Danny places his knees on the mattress, straddling you. You wondered for a second why Britt hadn't sat on your face yet, but your question was answered when they lowered themselves in unison. Fuckers.

Danny's glorious moan fills your ears as it mingles with Britt's higher pitched one. You flatten your tongue, letting Britt fuck herself against it as your fingertips dig into her hips. You groan against her as you feel Danny grab your boobs, steadying himself as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.

"Y/n, your mouth is.." she trails off as she braces herself on the headboard, "You're a lucky man Wagner"

"I-I'm aware" He stutters out, "god, don't talk about her mouth, I'm already too close"

You release Britt with one hand and reach to Daniel, placing your hand on his leg, just wanting to feel closer to him for a moment. He briefly places his hand over it in acceptance of the loving touch before placing his hand back on your chest. His movements speed up and as if they share a brain so do Britt's.

Everything sounds a little muffled with her thighs one either side of your head, but you can hear both of them voicing their impending ends. You think you could die happy right now with Britt cumming on your tongue and Danny's hot release painting your stomach, listening to them sing your praises as they come undone.

You’re in a lust induced daze as they both topple off of you, Danny to one side and Britt to the other. Your eyes slowly blink open as you lick your lips. Looking down you see Danny and Britt sharing a scheming look before they both move into action,

“Are you having a good time pretty girl?” Britt questions as she moves to settle between your legs. You nod, watching in quiet anticipation to see what they are up to. “Good,” she kisses the inside of your thigh as she works to undo the straps around your hips.

“You’ve spoiled us baby,” Danny is suddenly in your line of sight, licking his cum off your stomach, keeping it on his tongue as he reaches your lips. He presses his tongue into your mouth with an obscene kiss. You can taste them both in this moment, and it’s heavenly, “now let us spoil you.”

“Please,” you whimper between kisses, vaguely aware of your panties being dragged down your legs “I’m so-“

Your words are cut off as Britt wraps her lips around your clit without warning. You cling to Danny as she sucks and swirls her tongue over you. Putting one are behind your head he props your head up, forcing you to watch Britt going down on you,

Her eyes are set on you, occasionally they roll and her eyes flutter shut like you’re the best thing she’s ever tasted. She’s already dragging you under, every movement calculated and intentional. Danny’s hand moves up your chest and settles loosely around your throat and jaw, turning your attention to him,

“Show her how pretty you are when you cum, she’ll love it baby” he tightens his grip slightly and places feather light kisses to your cheeks as your hands instinctively tangle into Britt’s hair, “fuck, even I’m getting hard again just looking at you”

“I- close- I’m gonna-“ your voice comes out in broken moans. Britt is humming against you as you cum, pleased with her effect on you. You feel like your whole body is shaking as it crashes into you,

“That’s my girl, so sweet coming for her aren’t you?” Danny admires as he watches you. He’s not really asking, he just takes every chance he can to praise you, and you love him for it.

You slowly but surely come back to earth, drawn back by Danny’s soft touches and gentle kisses. Britt lifts herself from the bed, placing one more kiss on your thigh, catching her breath as well. After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow Britt slowly rises, silently heading to the bathroom.

“Britt,” Danny calls, getting her attention, “if you’d like to stay I have the guest room set up for you,”.

“Are you sure?” She asks as she appears around the corner now holding her bag

“Of course” I reply, “Help yourself to anything in the fridge as well, just lock the door behind you when you leave”

“Sounds good, thank you” she briefly climbs back on the bed and kisses you on the cheek, “thanks for the invite you two, I had fun” she winks and then she’s off and headed down the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You and Danny both look to each other at the same time, both bursting into a quiet fit of giggles, wrapped in each others arms

“Who are we?” You quip and the both of you laugh harder.

“I’m not sure” he teases back, laughter dying out as he studies your face, “but did you like it?”

“I did,” you kiss his lips softly, caressing his face and lightly scratching it with the pads of your fingers, “thank you for this,”

“Anytime,” he playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you and then with a shriek from you he’s pulling you in his arms and standing from the bed. “Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can hit the hay”

“Sounds perfect,” you lean against him as he heads into the bathroom, and you can’t stop smiling and thinking about just how lucky you are.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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WIBTA for ghosting someone in RP?

This is a very chronically online problem, I'm aware, but I could use Tumblr's input. This is kinda long, so tl;Dr at the end.

So I (ftm), Z (nb), and O (f) (ages unimportant, but we're all adults) have a server for a shared fandom of ours. There are other people on the server too, but they're relatively unimportant to the problem.

One of the major channels to note was an rp channel. Things started off peachy keen! Everyone was having a grand old time! However, little problems started to pop up. O began introducing some ocs to the rp group chat, which, while outlandish for the setting (her ocs were ghosts from 1500's Minecraft Germany or whatever? I'm still not entirely clear since she's bad at continuity). And while I'm not against more out there ocs, the issue was how she used them, constantly trying to solve problems instantly. They felt more like MacGuffin's than characters. But whatever, she's our friend so we didn't really care.

Then, the racism incident happened.

It's a cool name, but sorta makes it sound more important than it was. Basically O had "monster form" at the end of each of her characters names, since apparently they had human forms too. Well, in an argument, a character referred to the group of ocs as monsters (since, how else would you refer to all of em at once?), and in one of her ocs replies they said smth like "oh btw thanks for the racist remark".

IMMEDIATELY in the ooc chat, Z and I both go "hey man, we're not playing the racism game", which... caused O to leave the server temporarily. Fun.

The relevance of the racism incident is to show why we can't just talk to her ooc about the upcoming issues.

((Very offhandedly she also keeps trying to pressure Z specifically into rping? Even though Z has made it clear many times this month that they are busy with the holidays??))

Anyways, time passes and O keeps wanting to tack on useless shit to her characters (both canon and ocs) for literally no reason. From "Bruno esk powers" to "shapeshifting genitals", it just felt like feature creep.

Eventually this comes to a head when she asks if her 32 year old character could be a WWII veteran.

You know. In the text chat based rp where characters use hashtags and emotes and talk about Twitter.

After a small back and forth between Z and O in the ooc chat, Z just kinda, gave up. Part of the reason they made the server was to transfer their previous rp writings to a server they own, so they don't have to worry about it getting deleted. (Before anyone assumes Z is just being strict, trust me. Z had been very accommodating with letting me and O make inputs and have our characters make an impact. This wasn't an issue of O's lack of control, but rather lack of care about the setting.)

Z admitted in a group chat with just me and their partner that they basically are just going to give up on their previous rp, and just let O do whatever she wants.

This really, and I mean REALLY, ticked me off.

Now, I will not start a ruckus about it on the server itself since I know Z hates confrontation, but now I've just settled on to give O the cold shoulder in rp, not replying to her ocs, barely interacting with her canon characters, etc.

I feel like in character I have a valid reason to ignore her (her ocs made one of my ocs upset, and my other characters are upset for him), but I can't tell if this would be too mean?

ALSO quick little note I forgot to mention above, but it's basically just the three of us in the rp chat, so with Z busy for the holidays, I'm the only other person who O would be able to rp with, if that impacts the vote.

TL;DR - Someone in a rp server is being a right ass and we cannot talk to her about it without potentially starting a huge fight, now I want to ignore her in rp. WIBTA

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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abilouwrites · 6 months

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!oc reader

Series Masterlist

Two

I dont like when guys ask me out, because the answer is always no. And the answer never changes; and I doubt it ever will. My coworkers are all married or in a relationship with someone even at the bookstores. Hell, the sixteen-year old has had a boyfriend longer than I've been working there.

For a time I believed it to be asexuality, but thats not what it was. I still think; dream and hope for someone to love me, but thats just what I don't want. I used to be able to see myself getting married to someone; when I was nine and didn't know how horrible my parents marriage was to each other.

When I was nineteen I thought something was wrong with me, I was stuck in the thought that I was unloveable. I want to date; dating would be fun. But dating leads to marriage and to me. Marriage means being trapped, and I don’t do being trapped.

The guy from last week comes in again, a little more flushed and with a friend this time. He’s nervously chewing his lip and looking over at his friend for reassurance, “no dude, chicks dig Romeo and Juliet, I’m sure that’ll get you a yes” I overhear a tall bald guy say as he assuringly pats or slaps the brunettes back.

His hands are shaking as he gently places the hardback copy of Romeo and Juliet, “just this” he quietly mumbles looking down at the cover, “have you read it?”

“Yeah, a few times but I’ve never been to fond of that kinda romance” I reply as what I assume his friend shakes his shoulder in a brocode way I have yet to understand.

“Really?” His voice pitches up, “w-what you uh— uh why?” He frantically questions his entire face pales

“Uh oh, I really hope you’re not setting a date on Romeo and Juliet for christs sake” I murmur, “not speaking for every girl but, it felt too quick. How can you know if you really love someone in just barely a week” I clarify, “I just” I shrug not finishing my thought, “do you still want to get it?”

“Uh.. maybe” he looks down and taps his thumbs against the counter, “what romance books do you recommend?”

I grin, wide and toothy because this is my favorite question and thing to ever talk about, “oh boy am I glad you asked. Liz, will you cover me?” I request and she nods.

I take his hand and lead him to the classics, Jane Austen, Emily Brönte, Charles Dickens. “A lot of these are like classic books but Jane Austen is really the one you want to woo a girl”

“I’m very positive no one says ‘woo’ anymore” his friend juts in and Mat as I remember faintly; gives him a dirty look.

“Whatever. Pride and prejudice is my all time favorite” I say; gently pulling my baby out of her shelf.

“Wow.. I think my sister’s made me see the movie” He faintly says; I can barely hear anything over the beat of my heart.

“Which version?” I ask nervously

“I think the 2005 version” and I almost sigh in relief, “is that good”

“Very. Very good”

He smiles at me and his friend nods as I lead them back to the register, “that’s everything right?” I ask scanning the books

“Yes, uh yeah” He smiles nervously and goes back to chewing his lip, “you know how the uh New Jersey Devils are playing against the Islanders tomorrow night?” He asks handing me his card

“Yeah… Why?”

“I uh, I’ve got by the ice tickets and I was gonna have one of my friends come with me but he— his wife just had their baby so you know.. and you like hockey and I like hockey so it might be— nice if you wanted to go with me?” He blabs out, nearly gasping for breath after finishing, then he continues, “you don’t have to come— obviously I know it’s last minute and you probably have plans with someone or uh yeah..”

“No.. I don’t have plans tomorrow night”

“Great— I mean not great that you don’t have plans but great that you can come with me” He nervously chides

I laugh and smile, “I would really, really love to go to the game with you” I confess.

“Yay, just uh do you get breaks?” He asks

“Yeah, I’m just about due for a break”

We stand outside together; his poor friend long forgotten, “what’s going on?” I ask sitting at one of the small tables and drinking some tea.

“Ok uh, I..” He flushed and puts his head in his hands, “I won’t be sitting with you.. I’ll be on the ice…”

“Oh. Wait what?” I ask, looking up at him as he tangles his hands into his hair, “what do you mean you won’t be sitting with me?”

“I’m not just a hockey fan. I play. Hockey I play on the Islanders.. those who have girlfriends or wives get to invite them to games and I know we’re not- I’m not implying that but uh you like hockey and I thought it might be nice” he chokes out

“Ok so— what?” I gasp out, “I didn’t think you were much a joker” I’m fighting back laughter

“I’m serious”

“Oh”

“Its totally fine if you don’t want to come anymore but uh. Yeah” he shrugs rubbing his eyes nervously and chewing his lip cracked.

“I mean.. I haven’t been to a game in a while… so.. yeah that would be nice” I shrug

He sighs a big sigh and nearly flips the table with his weight before righting it.

“Can I get your number then? So I can pick you up.. I’ll bring you a jersey” He requests sliding his phone out

“Yea” I pick his phone up and type my number in, setting my contact name and typing in a hello with his name.

“I will see you.. at 5 thirty ish?” He asks, “and don’t worry about eating before, actually maybe eat a bit but I want to take you out to dinner after”

I smile and brush my hair out of my face, “should I wear leggings? Jeans?”

“Uh.. long pants probably, jeans would look good”

“Thank you, I will see you tomorrow night”

“It’s a date”

And I don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not.. because I’m too scared to fall in love. Or to even risk it.

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 1 year

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Funny pinned post time bc it felt more convenient ⬇⬇

Hi I'm Mick aprofessionalwithoutstandards (or Maria, or Mickey), I'm nineteen, bisexual, bigender transmasculine she/him, Latino, weird in the head, all that good. I might talk kinda strangely or not respond at all sometimes, so bear with me, it's all on me n not you. I'm almost always not trying to start shit. I really do love talking to people so always feel free to talk :)

This is my tf2 blog and has always been only a tf2 blog, sometimes I post Portal stuff too

I make posts. I failed to start an original post tag so most original posts are just tagged #tf2

This is not a primarily NSFW blog but I do reblog porn and have genuine, non-jokey conversations about sex and kink from time to time (the latter is much more common than the former). All of that is tagged under "#mick dicks", so block that tag if you don't want to see any of that sort of content

"#open mick night" is a wreck of a tag but technically it's for anything more personal or anecdotal. Sometimes it means "not tf2" but more often it means "gameplay anecdote"

"#mick fics" is my fic tag. I think my art tag is just "#my art" but I don't draw for tf2 a lot </3 "#oc tag" is for my ocs

I tag for slurs (reclaimed or otherwise), excessive gore, body horror, drugs, and mentions of pregnancy more explicit than the baboon uterus. If you want something else to be tagged, feel free to ask me, but full transparency I will not tag for blood, light gore, or guns. They're kind of unavoidable

I like Sniper, I main Sniper, I even, as the kids say, kin Sniper. This isn't like a roleplay blog or anything, referring to me as him and him as me is just done bc it goes to my head

Not like a dedicated ship blog but I do post a lot of ship stuff. Primarily swordvan, bushmed, demomedic, and funny adminsniper, but you'll basically see everything here from time to time. I try to keep it all tagged for your convenience

The only thing I ask is that you don't send me stuff abt sniperscout/speedingbullet, it's not like a "dni" you can interact if you post that idc but it's a big personal preference and I'd like to have that respected, tysm Oh also no scoutpauling asks tysm

I don't really have a dni but I am just going to ask people to be normal. I'm just some guy and people who send me asks and stuff are also just some guys, respect me and respect other people. I know there can feel like a disconnect but I do see everything people say in my notes and I'm generally trying to cultivate a nice positive setting for everyone lmao. When I complain abt stuff don't take it too seriously lol, we're all just here to have fun

Figured I should stick this on here somewhere: I've never watched Emesis Blue, I don't know what Freak Fortress is, I have never played Team Fortress Classic and I do not care, and I have little to no interest in "fem fortress"posting (I do not consider the trans/nonbinary headcanons I have for some characters to be "fem fortress"). Nothing against any of these things, I just don't really care about them and won't be able to answer questions about them

Main is @biracy (so I reply and send asks from here), ao3 is biracy, Steam acc is Grampus Gaming

#this is less like about Me and more about This Blog you need to find out my lore over time #open mick night

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legolasbadass · 24 days

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Office Hours, Part 31

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague.

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: E

A/N: Hi everyone! It feels like I blinked and suddenly I haven't updated this story in over 7 months, ooops 🙈 I moved abroad and went back to school in September to start a postgraduate degree, so I've had very little time to write over the past few months. I hope you can all forgive me and are still interested in Lorelei and Richard's story! If you are, I've tried to make this chapter extra special... 😈

Before I know it, the spring break is over, and I am drowning in emails, deadlines, and assignments to correct. Thankfully, however, the telltale signs of summer bloom across Oxford as the term unfolds. The air, once crisp, now carries a gentle warmth, accompanied by the hum of bees and the fragrance of blooming flowers along the banks of the River Cherwell, which beckons scholars and locals alike to punting excursions. Days lengthen, inviting late-night strolls through narrow cobblestone streets while the evening sky blends into hues of soft pastels. The fast-approaching exams threaten the leisurely atmosphere of the city, but when I walk through the sunlit streets with Richard’s hand holding onto mine, I feel as though time stands still; there are no exams, no piles of unmarked essays on my desk, and Richard is here, and he is not leaving. Not now. Not ever.

I try to be happy and excited for him—I am—but with each passing day, it becomes harder and harder to imagine being thousands of miles away from each other. But we have many things to look forward to; in a few days, we will officially be on summer holiday, and I will move in with Richard. That is what I need to focus on. His imminent departure looms over us, but it does not change the fact that we love each other and are determined to make this work. A year ago, I was offered a lecturer post at Exeter College. It was more than I had ever dreamed of, and I thought life could not get any better. Little did I know I would meet Richard and fall in love with him. The past few months have been a whirlwind, and it still surprises me how fast things have progressed between Richard and me—how quickly he has come to mean the world to me. The thought of losing him terrifies me, but we have been through so much already, so I have to believe that we can get through this next year.

“Lorelei?” A knock and a familiar rumbling voice pull me back to the present moment.

Richard stands in the doorway to my office, one hand resting against the aged wooden frame as he smiles at me. The unbuttoned collar of his white shirt draws my attention to his throat and the patch of hair peeking through. Just like the first time we met.

“Hey,” I say with a smile.

“Lost track of time?”

“What?”

“It’s half past four.”

“Oh,” I breathe out as I glance at the time on my phone. “Sorry—I completely lost track of time, yeah. Hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long.”

Richard shakes his head as I throw my laptop and notebooks into my bag, then rush to the door, but he blocks the way with his arm. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I reply, smiling at the concern in his voice. “Just have a lot of things on my mind.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and the tender look in his eyes tells me he is thinking of kissing me, but the hallways are busy with students and professors, all rejoicing at the end of the term.

“Good or bad things?” he asks, his hand lingering on my jaw for a moment longer than it should in this environment.

“A little bit of both,” I reply, but when he merely continues to watch me, I sigh. “There’s still so much to do before the move. I haven’t packed any of my clothes or anything from the kitchen—”

“Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you pack. Don’t worry about that.” I nod and offer him a grateful smile. Then he frowns. “That’s not what’s bothering you.”

Sometimes, I wish he did not know me so well. “It’s just the move combined with research deadlines and all the exams I’ll have to correct in a few days,” I say, not wanting to bring up the true cause of my discomfort. I do not want him to feel guilty—he should be excited about this research opportunity, and he deserves nothing less than my unwavering support. “Have you gotten any news on that flat you were interested in?” I ask a few moments later as I lock the door to my office before walking towards the main staircase, trying to appear unphased.

“Not yet, but it’s still early in Boston so maybe I’ll get some news later.”

“Right,” I say with a smile, but it hits me all over again that we will not only be separated by an ocean but by time as well, and the thought of needing to wait hours for a text or call from him when he wakes up each day claws are my heart.

“So I told Michael about Harvard’s offer.”

“How did he take it?” I ask, knowing this was difficult for him as they have been friends and colleagues for many years.

“He took it well. I mean—it’s not like he could do anything if he didn’t like the idea of me leaving for a year; I’m allowed to take time off from teaching for research. That being said, he told me he was happy for me and that it would be great for the department and the college to have one of their professors working with a famous scholar like Stanley Griffin.”

“Just as great as it is for Harvard to have one of their professors working with you, I imagine,” I say, looking up at him.

Richard chuckles skeptically. “Lorelei, he’s Stanley Griffin.” He speaks the scholar's name almost as if he were talking about Shakespeare himself. “His anthologies are used in most English departments.”

“Well, only one of you is a professor at what is arguably the most prestigious university in the world.”

“I guess,” he replies with a sheepish smile that warms my heart.

The sun burns bright in the sky above the dreaming spires, casting long shadows on the cobblestone beneath our feet as we walk through the main quadrangle toward Broad Street. All around us, students rejoice in their newfound freedom, lounging at cafes, iced coffees in hand, discussing summer plans while cyclists whizz by, their wheels clicking against the cobbled paths.

“I can’t believe it’s so warm and sunny today and we have to spend the whole evening indoors for the staff party,” I groan as I step into Richard’s car, throwing my bag on the backseat.

“We don’t have to go,” he says, closing his door and buckling his seatbelt.

“Of course we have to go.”

“Lorelei, these things tend to be really dull. They call it a party but it’s just a room full of tired academics who’d rather be at home or locked in their offices, and they serve ridiculous canapés that leave you starving at the end of the evening. Although, admittedly, there’s always an open bar.”

“Alright, then let’s stop and get burgers on the way and stay close to the bar for the duration of the not-so-party party.” Richard chuckles as he steers out of the parking spot. “Come on, our presence is expected. And it might be the last time you get to see some of our colleagues before you leave.”

He does not say anything for a while, then he reaches out to squeeze my thigh, and I know he, too, is thinking of the long months of loneliness ahead.

In an attempt to change his mind, I intertwine our fingers and smirk as I say, in a light, sing-songy voice, “I bought a new dress for the occasion that I think you’ll really like. It’s navy, and sleeveless—I just hope it’s not too short…”

Richard shakes his head but fails to hide his smile. “I see what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” As we stop at a red light, Richard notices my expression and sighs. “Alright, let’s go to the stupid party—but we’re not staying too late.”

***

It took longer than expected to get ready at my flat. Despite agreeing to attend the event, Richard prevented me from getting dressed with languid kisses and lingering caresses, but eventually, we managed to tear ourselves from each other and leave.

The city is submerged in the sun’s golden farewell to the day when Richard and I arrive at an imposing, Jacobean-style mansion near The Queen’s College, and as we walk through the tall wooden doors and into the main hall, I cannot help but gasp and look up at the ceiling high above us, causing Richard to chuckle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, squeezing my hand as he leads me toward the grand staircase.

I nod. “I think I’d prefer to just walk around the building instead of going to the party,” I begin playfully, but Richard shakes his head.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he says, letting go of my hand to hold my back and push me forward. “You practically dragged me to this thing so you better not leave me for even a second.”

I bite back a smile. “What if I need to go to the loo?”

Richard chuckles. “Okay, you’re not leaving me except to go to the loo.”

The hubbub of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as we step into the grand room lit by the setting sun and the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the frescoed ceiling. I spot familiar faces in the crowd while we make our way to the bar, but most people I do not know, so I am grateful for Richard’s reassuring presence, and I already dread having to attend events like these without him next year.

“So here we are,” Richard says dispassionately after we order drinks. “Now do you believe me for saying these things are boring?”

I shake my head in amusement, then bite my lips, suddenly feeling shy.

“What is it, sweetheart? You’re blushing,” he points out with a curious smile.

Hesitantly, I lean in and speak in a soft voice only he can hear. “Would it be less boring if I told you I’m not wearing knickers?”

Richard laughs, but then he catches my eyes and gulps heavily. “Are you—you’re really not—?”

I shake my head, slowly gaining confidence as his eyes darken. He laughs again, the sound deeper and hoarser, telling me exactly how he feels about my styling choice.

“This is a work event!” he playfully chastises me, and I giggle as he brings a hand to my back.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure this party wasn’t too dull for your tastes.”

He smirks. “I now suspect I’ll be feeling unwell or tired rather soon and you’ll have to bring me home earlier than planned.”

“Oh, yes? And how will we spend the rest of the evening once we’re back home?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Well, for starters, you’ll take off that lovely dress and bend over—”

Heat rises up my neck, and I nearly choke on my drink when, just at that moment, someone calls out to us, forcing us to pull apart suddenly.

“Richard, Lorelei!” Professor Bennett greets us with a kind smile. “I was beginning to wonder if maybe you wouldn’t be joining us.”

Richard glances at me, a cheeky grin illuminating his slightly red face, before turning back to Professor Bennett. “Last-minute outfit crisis,” he replies teasingly, squeezing my waist.

I shake my head, trying to ignore the tingling in my belly caused by his last words to me.

“And this is what you landed on?” Professor Bennett says playfully as he looks Richard up and down, causing me to laugh.

“Well, not everyone has your fashion sense, Michael,” Richard responds with a chuckle.

“Maybe we should start being evaluated on that; that way, I might stand a chance against you and win the teaching award for once.”

Smiling, I look up at Richard and then back at Professor Bennett. “Richard was voted favourite Professor again?”

“He sure was!” he says, raising his glass to Richard.

“How amazing!” I exclaim, momentarily resting my hand on Richard’s chest. “Congrats, love!”

Richard’s grateful smile is made all the more endearing by the faint blush blooming on his cheeks.

“But don’t tell anyone—I haven’t sent out the official announcement yet.”

Professor Bennett then turns to greet a passing colleague, so I lean into Richard. “I know one person who for sure voted for you,” I whisper with a teasing smile, thinking of Jane Taylor and the stars in her eyes when she speaks to him.

“Shut up,” he responds, though he fails to hide his smirk as he pinches my waist, causing me to giggle.

“Hey, there you are!” Natasha’s familiar voice interrupts us, and I turn to see her squeezing her way around a couple of Ph.D. students. We all greet her, but then she notices Richard and seems to hesitate for a second before she says, “Apparently, congratulations are in order!” Richard smiles shyly. “Working with Stanley Griffin—that’s exciting!”

“Yeah, it is,” Richard replies with a nod, though he momentarily tightens his hold on me.

“I must say, thank God for you, Lorelei,” Professor Bennett begins, causing me to frown in curiosity, “under different circumstances, I’d be worried about losing Richard to Harvard forever, but I know as long as you’re in Oxford, he’ll be coming back,” he says with a fond smile.

I chuckle, then try to come up with a playful response, but I cannot ignore the heaviness in my heart. How can I miss him already when he is still here, holding me tight?

Thankfully, Richard steps in. “Don’t worry, Michael, you won’t even get a chance to miss me. I’ll be coming back periodically to check in on my postgrad students—that sort of thing…”

“Yes, sure. For the students, of course,” Professor Bennett says teasingly, and from the corner of my eyes, I notice Richard staring at me longingly, and heat rises to my cheeks.

As they continue to joke around, Natasha catches my eye and gestures for me to follow her. I reassure Richard I will be right back, then step aside, concerned by the frown on her face.

Once we are far enough from the others, she reached out to caress my arm and asks, “How are you feeling?”

I gulp, suddenly understanding her previous hesitation. “I’m fine.”

She nods slowly, biting on her lower lip. “So he’s leaving for a year…”

I nod, struggling to gather the strength to respond in words.

“That must be really tough for you.”

“Yeah, it is, but… we’ll make it work.”

“So you guys aren’t—aren’t breaking up or anything, are you?”

“Oh, no!”

She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God! When I heard the news earlier today all I could think of was…” She trails off and laughs nervously. “You guys can make it work. I know you can.”

I smile. “Yeah, I hope so.” Then my smile widens. “Actually, I’m moving in with him.”

“Really?” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up in genuine happiness.

“Yes! We want to make the most of the time we have together before he leaves, and this makes it a little easier to reassure ourselves that we’ll get through this together.”

Natasha nods and squeezes my arm. “I’m so happy for you two!”

“Thanks,” I reply, grateful for her friendship. Then I notice Richard eyeing me from the bar, but before I can say anything, Natasha smiles in understanding.

“Alright, go back to your man,” she teases. “I just really wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll go see if I can find Sarah somewhere.”

I give Natasha a quick hug before making my way back toward Richard, who is now conversing with two men I do not know. As soon as he notices me, he excuses himself from the conversation and, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulls me slightly to the side of the bar, away from prying ears.

“Everything okay?” he asks in concern.

“Yeah, Natasha just wanted to check in and make sure I was alright given… you know…”

Richard nods, then looks down at me with an exaggerated pout. “You left me alone when you said you wouldn’t.”

“So needy,” I tease as I rest a hand against his solid chest, my fingers absently playing with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “You were talking with Michael so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, new rule: when we’re at an event and you tell me you’re not wearing any knickers, you have to stay within arm’s reach.”

I burst out laughing, though heat rises to my cheeks at his rumbled words. “Alright, I can abide by that rule.”

“You better.” He smirks before leaning in to kiss me. His lips are soft and warm against mine, sweetened by the wine he has sipped. I can feel passion simmering deep within him, and when I reluctantly pull away sometime later, all too aware of our surroundings, Richard groans quietly. He then takes one quick glance around the room before leaning in conspiringly. “I think we might be able to sneak out of here for a little bit,” he says in a quiet voice, then gulps, and I am momentarily distracted by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “You know, to explore the building like you wanted.”

“Right. To explore the building,” I repeat, smiling innocently. He finishes his drink in one big gulp, then winks as he takes my hand to lead me out of the crowded room.

The sound of our shoes against the polished stone floor echoes through the long hallway as we search for a more private place to continue the evening, failing to contain our laughter as we try door after door, in vain. We have nearly reached the other end of the building when we finally stumble upon an unlocked door. We cast furtive glances around us to make sure we are alone before slipping inside what turns out to be a small reading room with bookshelf-lined walls and a few rows of desks, illuminated only by the lamposts in the street below. The sweet, earthy scent of aged paper and leather-bound tomes fills the air, but then Richard wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, laughter lingering in his eyes, and the familiar smell of his cologne surrounds me. I can still hear echoes of the party in the distance, but it all disappears when, with a soft smile, Richard leans in to rest his forehead against mine. One of his hands is now tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head and pulling me closer as we share our breath, lingering in this moment, allowing ourselves to pretend that the rest of the world does not exist.

When he finally claims my lips in a hungry kiss, I let my eyes flutter close and, standing on my tiptoes, circle my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me as I drown in his passionate embrace, content to pretend that my only worry is knowing we will eventually need to pull apart for air. We move against each other out of instinct, ignoring the time and place, fuelled by an evening of flirting and lingering touches and our impending separation. He lets go of my lips to trace a path along my jaw, down my neck toward that sensitive spot below my ear, and the warmth of his tongue combined with the rasp of his beard sends heat spiralling down my spine. My hands are now buried in his hair, tugging on the soft curls, and he groans into my neck before reconnecting our lips.

Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifts me into his strong arms and sets me on one of the desks, spreading my legs apart with his body. Already, I ache for him; heat swirls through me, buzzing incessantly between my legs, and when he squeezes my left thigh with one of his large hands, I cannot help but buck towards him and whimper, the desperate sound of desire echoing through the room.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs against my lips, and a rush of arousal floods my core.

As his hand slides higher up my thigh and slips under my dress, I cannot help but chuckle. “Are we really doing this?”

Richard grins. “Don’t act innocent; you knew we’d end up in this situation the moment you decided not to wear knickers.” I giggle into the kiss at the deep, unbridled lust coating his words. “I can’t resist you.”

He pulls away just enough to watch my face as he teasingly slides two fingers over my folds, coating me in my arousal. Biting my lips, I wriggle on the desk to grant him better access, and when his fingertips brush against my clit, the whole room seems to pulse with the intensity of the pleasure tingling through me. Richard knows my body by heart now—he knows exactly where and how to touch me to have me panting in his arms in no time. He sets up a languid pace, alternating between drawing circles on my clit and slipping a long finger inside me, only allowing himself to increase the pace when I latch onto his shoulders, my hands pulling on his tweed blazer. My breath hitches in my throat when he slips two fingers inside me, crooking them and almost instantly finding the spot that has me arching my back and whimpering his name. My legs are now wrapped around him, my thighs pressing into him as he catches my mouth, taking the breath from my lungs and the moans from my lips.

My release washes over me in a dizzying wave, pulsing through every fibre of my being, leaving me hot and panting as I cling to Richard while he continues to pleasure me, not stopping until I collapse in his arms. A car horn echoes in the distance, reminding me of our surroundings. Even so, as I look up to meet Richard’s lust-darkened eyes, desire flares in me again, and the warm weight of his hardness pressing into my inner thigh reassures me that this is far from over. Licking my lips, I raise a hand to teasingly caress him through his trousers, revelling in the whimper he fails to hold back. One of his hands returns to my hair, gently tugging as I slowly reach for his belt buckle—

The door creaks open.

In an instant, Richard and I pull apart, and I hasten to tug my dress back in place and press my thighs together just as a security guard steps inside. His eyes flicker between Richard and me, his expression a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“Er, sorry, guys—this room is supposed to be closed. You can’t be in here.”

Too mortified to speak, I turn to Richard, and he smiles sheepishly at the security guard. “Apologies, we didn’t realize. I was just showing her around.”

The security guard nods, then steps back to let us pass. My face burns as we mumble apologies, but he walks away as quickly as he first appeared, leaving us to stand awkwardly outside the reading room.

“I guess we should stick to our offices,” Richard muses playfully.

My heart still hammering in my chest, I look up at Richard, biting my lip, but then my eyes drift down to the noticeable bulge in his trousers, and I burst out laughing.

“That man certainly won’t be losing any sleep trying to decipher what you meant by ‘showing me around’,” I giggle.

Richard looks down and tries, in vain, to adjust his trousers. “Do you think he noticed?”

“Well, I hope for his sake he doesn’t make a habit of staring at strangers’ crotches. But if he does, then yeah, he definitely noticed.”

“It’s all your fault,” he replies with a grin. Laughing, I wrap my arms around him and look up to meet his tender gaze, but he quickly takes my arms and reasserts a more appropriate distance between us. “You’re not helping.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle as I straighten his blazer, not wanting to let go of him.

“Oh, yes—you look very sorry.”

“How about I make it up to you instead?”

Richard grins. “Does that mean we get to go home?”

“Yeah, I think sneaking away sounds like a good plan.”

The ride back to my flat is filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. As soon as we arrive and lock the door behind us, he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, and I melt in his arms. His touch is tender and possessive, and with each kiss, each caress, we reassert our love for each other, surrounded by the boxes that signal the beginning of our new life together.

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Sold Out Christmas Gift

🗯️ pairing : Sim Jake x oc 💌 Genre : fluff 630 wc

; AUTHORS NOTE : Is hoon’s birthday and soon will be Niki’s!! Brought a cake to celebrate on Saturday, look forward to the pictures :)

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I wandered through the bustling toy store aisles, determined to find the perfect car toy set for my nephews. Christmas were just around the corner, and I wanted to surprise them with something they'd cherish and been begging me to get them. I scanned the shelves, hoping to spot the specific set they had been raving about.

As I navigated the store, frustration started to set in. It seemed like the coveted toy was sold out everywhere. I checked every section, asked the staff, but to no avail. Feeling defeated, I sighed and decided to make one last attempt at the checkout area.

That's when I noticed a guy holding onto the set ive been dying to get my hands on for my nephew. He was tall and with an easygoing smile, he seemed oddly fixated on the same car toy set I was desperately seeking. I couldn't help but approach him.

"Excuse me, do you happen to see any of these around?" I asked, holding up a picture of the elusive car set.

Jake's eyes widened in recognition, and he chuckled, "You're looking for that too? I've been searching all over, but it's sold out everywhere."

A sense of camaraderie blossomed between us. We shared a laugh over the absurdity of the situation, both on a quest for the same elusive toy. “Yeah im looking for it, it’s for my nephew. He’s been dying for it.” As we chatted, I couldn't help but appreciate his genuine enthusiasm and friendly demeanor.

Just as the conversation deepened, Jake paused and glanced at the last remaining car toy set in his hands. It was the one I had been desperately seeking for my nephew.

"Well, look at that," he said with a mischievous grin. "Looks like we've got a bit of a predicament here."

My eyes widened in surprise, realizing that he had it in his arms the whole time, meaning there was only one set left. Jake, sensing my dilemma, extended the box toward me.

"I'll tell you what," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'll give you this one, but on one condition." Curiosity and confusion lingered in the air as I awaited his condition. “Alright than,”

"You've got to give me your number," he declared with a teasing smile. I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. Jake, however, seemed genuinely amused by the whole situation. "You see," he continued, "I've been eyeing this toy for a while, and I'd be happy to let you have it for your nephew this Christmas. But in return, I'd love the chance to take you out sometime. What do you say?"

A mixture of surprise and amusement crossed my face. It was undoubtedly an unconventional way to exchange numbers, but there was something refreshing about Jake's boldness and spontaneity. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation.

"Deal," I replied, a grin spreading across my face. I handed him my phone, and as he entered his number, we shared a lighthearted moment, brought together by the quest for a simple toy. As he handed the coveted car set to me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected encounter. I typed my contact in his phone as well as leaving the contact name as “y/n🩷”, giving him back his phone as we walked towards the check out.

“So y/n huh? This maybe better than that Christmas gift.”

“oh be quiet. I’m just grateful you let me have this set of toy for my nephew.”

“Tell him you got the last set from his future uncle.”

“Moving quick now. I like it..”

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'Our divine idylle'

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐕

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

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summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

Anne Hathaway as young! Euphemia Potter

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August 1972

He knocked on the door, and an excited boy came to open it, a big smile on his face.

"Remus, you're here! Come in, come in, Sirius and Peter are upstairs."

Remus entered the house, happy to see his friends again.

"Guys, Remus is here!!" shouted James from the bottom of the stairs.

"James Potter, we don't shout inside my house, darn it, you'll make me deaf one of these days!" Euphemia Potter, James's mother, arrived from the living room and welcomed Remus with an affectionate smile.

"Remus, my boy, my goodness, how you've grown, how are you? And your mother, is everything alright?"

Euphemia had always been incredibly kind to her son's friends, always taking care to make them feel comfortable and at ease in the Potter manor.

"Everything's fine, thank you, Mrs. Potter," replied Remus.

"Oh please, Remus, I've told you to call me Euphemia."

Remus smiled. However, James, eager to go upstairs to see the rest of the gang with Remus, took a deep breath.

"Mom, it's not that we're in a hurry, but we need to go up to my room, the others are waiting for us!" And without further ado, James took Remus by the hand and rushed up the stairs.

"No mischief, James! I'm warning you, if you break another one of my vases, you're grounded for the rest of the summer!"

"Yes, Mom! See you later!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for having me."

And poof, James quickly entered his room, slamming the door, of course.

"JAMES POTTER, THE DOOR!!"

The second year at Hogwarts was beginning for our young wizards. This past year had brought them closer than ever; their group was now famous throughout the school. Their pranks were renowned, their traps feared; they comprised the group known as the Marauders.

Remus Lupin was happy to have found such good friends; they had become inseparable.

"Finally, I thought she'd never let you go," sighed James.

"Remus! Are you okay? It's been a while; you also almost got caught by Euphemia," laughed Sirius and quickly hugged him.

"Yes, but she's still as kind," replied Remus with a laugh.

"Clutching, you mean!"

"Alright, let's get started," said Peter.

"Isn't Lucy here?" Remus asked curiously.

"Oh! I see someone is disappointed?" giggled James.

"I thought you were happy to see us, but you just wanted to come and see your 'Lucy' of love," said Sirius, imitating kissing noises.

Remus rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at them to silence them.

Lucy and he had become what one could call 'best friends.' They shared the same taste for reading, for pranks, but above all, for chocolate ;) She had especially managed to make Remus feel safe and comfortable during this first year. She's so sweet and so kind, he thought, a perfect friend in his eyes. But to say that he had never found her beautiful would obviously be a huge lie. Lucy had always been beautiful without any effort, naturally. Her golden hair and blue eyes made her look like an angel. And her laugh, Remus had never considered himself particularly funny; he left that role to Sirius and James. Yet, he loved making her laugh and couldn't help but smile at the sound.

So, yes, he was aware that Lucy was a pretty girl, but she was his friend. His friendship was so precious to him, and he didn't want to lose it for anything in the world. He had gotten used to James and Sirius's remarks; he knew their friendship might seem quite strange or even ambiguous, but he had always considered it like a sister.

"Not at all, I'm just surprised she's not here. I thought everyone was coming, since we were preparing the beginning-of-year prank, I thought… well. I was just surprised, that's all!"

James and Sirius exchanged a look, not believing a word of their friend.

"She couldn't come, family issues," James replied as justification.

Sirius raised his eyebrows; he knew very well that there were no 'family issues,' but Lucy's parents had probably locked her up at home all summer. That's what his own parents had planned to do, but he had snuck out.

"Alright, we got it, Lucy's not here, it's not the end of the world, let's not discuss it for hours!" complained Peter.

"Ok, ok, calm down, Pete," said James, then he coughed before starting.

"Alright, Gentlemen, I've gathered you this afternoon to discuss a matter of great importance." began the bespectacled young man, with a serious air he continued "As you know, last year marked the beginning of our now famous group, the Marauders."

"Yeah!! Bravo to us!" applauded and shouted Sirius.

Peter chuckled.

"It's true that our pranks were quite well done. Oh! Do you remember the one with the flying books that called the students 'nerds,' 'nerds' around the Ravenclaw tower?" laughed Peter.

"That's exactly it, Pete, we have a reputation to uphold, to maintain our title as the most feared pranksters at Hogwarts," continued James.

Remus rolled his eyes; apparently, this year wasn't going to be any rest either.

"For this, we must come up with a spectacular idea to start strong from the beginning of the year."

"What if we put buckets of water above the doors, so when people enter the room, water falls on their heads?" suggested Peter.

"No, that's not powerful enough as a prank, it's too simple, but we could keep it for later in the year," replied Sirius.

"What if we put a beehive in the Hufflepuff dormitory?" proposed James.

"After all, they're the same color; it could be their mascot," he joked.

"That's not a bad idea, but why Hufflepuff?" asked Remus.

"He's right, our main enemies are the Slytherins," exclaimed Peter.

"We should pull a prank on the Slytherins, right at the beginning of the year."

"But what kind of prank can we pull? We've already trapped them several times," Remus asked, worried about his friends' plan.

"Oh, I have an idea! My God, I'm so intelligent, illumination has struck me, you're really lucky to be friends with someone like me-" began the raven-haired boy.

"Spit it out!" shouted the three boys in unison.

"Okay, okay, wow, you guys are tense today," grimaced Sirius and continued

"Well, here's the thing, what if we change their robes?"

"How so?" asked Remus, increasingly interested.

"We could charm them and swap them with something else as soon as they enter the Great Hall," suggested James.

"We could switch them with Muggle ball gowns!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yeah, that way, they'll look ridiculous, and everyone will see them all dolled up like princesses," and his friend burst into laughter.

"That's not a bad idea; the teachers won't be able to know it's us since we'll just have arrived," thought Remus.

"And I won't have to risk my life for this plan!" commented Peter.

"It was just that one time, Peter," sighed Sirius.

"Red ants, Sirius, Red ants! They sting!"

"Still, releasing red ants in the Great Hall was still a pretty good idea," smiled James.

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to publish it as soon as I have time. All the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, I only own the character of Lucy and her family, the Gilmores. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the book and remind you that English is not my first language, feel free to comment

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Shenanigan’s at the U.A. Dorms with the OC crew.

From left to right: Kansatoki, Pixychu, Yukihara, and Yume.

Click on their names to learn more about the OCs~

Art pictured above by @cloudymistedskies, art pictured below by @tokito-dulya20!

Pixychu stretched her arms on the couch relaxing with Yuki and Yume in the dorm common room.

"Hey, where is Kansa?" Pixychu asked, standing up and scanning the room, unable to sit still.

"Hmm, most likely with angry bird," Yukihara said, letting out a yawn.

"Ugh," Yume let out an irritated sigh. "She is always with Bakugo now, can't she hang out with us again for once?!" She complained.

"Why don't you go get her?" Yukihara suggested.

"WHAT ME?! NO WAY! I'm not barging up to Bakugo's room!" Yume yelled. "What about you Pixychu?? You look like you have a lot of energy you need to get out!" Yume tried to persuade her friend.

"Nu-uh I want nothing to do with that angry pomeranian. Why don't you just take Kirishima with you? He's the Bakugo whisperer." Pixyhcu suggested.

"WHAT!" Yume jumped and blushed as she looked over to where Eijiro was. He was sitting next to Denki and Hanta on a couch across the common room.

Pixyhcu and Yukihara eyed each other curiously at Yume's reaction.

"Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden? Something wrong?" Yukihara said.

"No no! Nothing is wrong, I'll go over there right now!" Yume said frantically getting up and walking over to Eijiro.

Pixychu turned to Yukihara to make a comment about Yume's behavior but instantly froze up at realizing it was just the two of them alone on the couch now. Her face tinted with a slight blush.

"Uh-oh, you're not coming down with a sickness are you?" Yukihara asked, placing her hand on Pixychu's forehead.

"No no, I'm fine!" Pixychu said blushing profusely at Yukihara’s touch.

"Ok good, wouldn't want to lose you to the plague or something," Yukihara said.

"Hey Yume! What's up?" Eijiro said, greeting her as she walked over to the boys.

"I um- wanted to ask a favor," Yume said shyly.

"Sure what is it?" Eijiro asked.

"Well, we all kind of miss Kansa and um- I'm pretty sure she's in Bakugo's room so um- could you come with me to try and convince them both to come hang out with us downstairs?" Yume said, speaking exceptionally faster than usual.

"Oh uh- sure! No problem. I know Bakugo can be uh- a little off-putting," Eijiro said laughing.

"Is that where he's been recently? He hasn't come down to hang out with us in ages!" Denki complained. "It would be good to see him again, make sure to get him down here alright Kiri!"

"Yeah yeah," Eijiro said, standing up and walking with Yume to the boy's side of the dorm.

Shoto sitting with Deku on the other side of the common room eyed them both as they left.

"Man, to be honest, I kind of hate the guys dedicate me to be the one always talking to Bakugo, "Kirishima said as they stepped into the elevator.

"Oh really?! I'm sorry you don't have to come with me!" Yume said quickly.

"Oh no! That's not what I meant! I want to help you!" Eijiro said, causing Yume to blush again. "I just meant sometimes the boys want me to get Bakugo to come down when he really just wants some alone time or uh- he's with Kansa ya know."

"Yeah they have been hiding off together a lot more than usual recently," Yume mused.

"Yeah I mean I miss him too, but nothing makes me happier than knowing my best bro is happy ya know? Plus he's kind of been less of a pain in classes and training now," Eijiro laughed.

"Now that you mention it I've kind of noticed that too. He hasn't yelled twice as much as he usually does this week," Yume recalled as they finally got to Bakugo's door.

Standing outside they could hear Bakugo and Kansatoki laughing about something in his room.

"What!? Is Kansa actually laughing??" Yume's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah they um- always sound like they have a good time hanging out together," Eijiro replied. Since his room was right next to Bakugo's, he often heard when the two of them were together.

"Hmm- I kind of feel bad now.." Yume said re-thinking her plan of interrupting her friend to come downstairs.

"Yeah, same- I mean- there's nothing wrong with two people just hanging out if it makes them happy... right?" Eijiro said, turning to look at Yume.

"Yeah!" She agreed, smiling.

"Hey um, would you just want to hang out in my room and watch a movie or something? I don't want to disturb Bakugo and Kansa and I don't want to go downstairs and have the boys pester me about getting Bakugo again," Eijiro said.

"Oh uh!" Yume's face lit up red. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea!"

Yume followed Eijiro into his room.

Meanwhile downstairs in the common room, Pixychu struggled to maintain her composure being alone with Yukihara on the couch.

Pixychu searched her brain for something to talk with Yukihara about deciding to settle on a conversation about their friends, “Yume and Kansa really have some trash taste in boys don’t they?”

“Mhm,” Yukihara nodded. “I mean come on Bakugo’s red eyes, Shoto’s red hair. How do they not see they are obvious red flags,” Yukihara joked. “Not to mention how dreadfully awful Bakugo’s personality is. If he ever goes missing and you get a call from me late at night just know it’s because I need help hiding the body.”

Pixychu laughed at Yukihara’s disdain for both boys.

Yukihara continued on her rant, “And did you see Elsa over there eyeing Yume as she walked away with Kirishima? What was that even about? Why doesn’t he just say something to her?!”

Pixychu looked at Yukihara with a confused expression, “Elsa?”

“Todoroki,” Yukihara clarified.

“Oh, I get it!” Pixychu exclaimed. “Just like Elsa, he has family drama and needs to Let it Go.”

Yukihara began to laugh, causing Pixychu to blush again.

“I just said it because of his ice powers but that was a good one, Pixychu,” Yukihara smiled.

“Oh-uh speaking of Elsa here he comes,” Pixychu said as Shoto made his way over to the two girls.

"Hey, where did Yume go?" Shoto asked.

"She left with Kirishima, they went to try and convince Kansa and Bakugo to come down," Pixychu explained to him.

"Oh- ok..." Shoto said staring at Pixychu for a moment longer as if he wanted to ask something else but then returned back to his spot on the other side of the common room with Izuku.

"Hey did Elsa actually look a little upset?" Pixychu turned to ask Yuki but noticed Yuki had fallen fast asleep. Swaying a bit Yukihara fell to the side, her head resting on Pixychu's shoulder. A bright blush ignited on Pixychu's cheeks once again.

Finishing their movie Eijiro and Yume finally made their way back to the common room expecting everyone else to have gone back to their dorms. The common room was empty except for Pixychu who had refused to move a muscle in fear of disturbing Yukihara’s sleep.

"Oh hey, what happened with Kansa and Bakugo?" Pixychu asked as she noticed them both enter the common room.

"Oh um- they um-" Yume found herself stumbling over words, unable to lie to her friend but too nervous to tell her they never even tried to ask Kansatoki and Bakugo to come down to the common room.

Eijiro also loudly muttered excuse after excuse, until Pixychu shushed them both.

"SHH!" She pleaded and pointed to the peacefully sleeping Yukihara who had now made her way to sleep in Pixychu's lap.

"Oh my bad," Yume exclaimed. "Well I suppose that all worked out then, I mean it looks like you two enjoyed your time together," She said with a big smile causing Pixychu to blush for the umpteenth time.

"Right well, I better get some sleep um... I'll see you tomorrow Yume!" Eijiro said as he left making his way back to his dorm.

"Rude. You'll see me tomorrow too," Pixychu joked.

Coming out of the elevator and making his way to his dorm door, Eijiro heard the door next to him slowly creak open. Kansatoki quietly came out of Bakugo's room and shut the door without making nearly a sound.

"Hi," Eijiro said startling Kansatoki into a jump.

"E! You scared the shit out of me!" She said, hitting his shoulder.

"Ow! Sorry!" He said laughing and rubbing his shoulder.

"I um was just- uh-" Kansatoki began to mutter trying to make an excuse for leaving Bakugo's room so late.

"Oh don't even start, I didn't see anything," He said and waved at her to just leave.

"Thanks," She said and began to turn to go down the hallway. "Oh hey," She called, pausing for a moment, "Don't think I didn't notice Yume in your room. I swear I'll kick your ass if I feel her feeling the least bit uncomfortable!" She threatened before leaving in the elevator.

Eijiro laughed, "Believe me I know!" He called back and then entered his dorm.

Thank you for reading and thank you to @cloudymistedskies and @tokito-dulya20 for the amazing artwork to use for this fic 🥰!

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Adult life is like, really great beautiful and fun, I'm having a blast -Danny Words: 2,262 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Will I Find My Home' -by Juniper Vale

VI. Mom Gives Her Silliest Battles to Her Most Tragic Clowns

Boreas is like a scary Santa with purple wings. He likes her and Piper because they're aphrodites and can talk French with no problems.

Ara wants to like him, but he's got orders to kill them, so he's not such a fun guy. All this talk about gods wanting to exterminate half-bloods is old news, but then the god changes when he sees Jason's tattoo, and he becomes his Roman version.

"My dear," Boreas says happily, "there is no reason for me to kill you. If Hera's plan fails, which I think it will, you will tear each other apart. Aeolus will never have to worry about demigods again."

"I don't suppose you could explain?" Jason asks.

"Oh, perish the thought! It is not for me to interfere in Hera's plan. No wonder she took your memory. You know, I have a reputation as a helpful wind god. Unlike my brethren, I've been known to fall in love with mortals. Why, my sons Zethes and Calais started as demigods—"

"Which explains why they are idiots."

"Stop it! Just because you were born a full goddess—"

"Both of you, freeze. Now, as I was saying, I have a good reputation, but it is rare that Boreas plays an important role in the affairs of gods. I sit here in my palace, at the edge of civilization, and so rarely have amusements. Why, even that fool Notus, the South Wind, gets spring break in Cancún. What do I get? A winter festival with naked Québécois rolling around in the snow!"

"I like the winter festival," Zethes mumbles.

"My point is that I now have a chance to be the center. Oh, yes, I will let you go on this quest. You will find your storm spirits in the windy city, of course. Chicago—"

"Father!" Khione cries, but the god is unbothered by her.

"If you can capture the winds, you may be able to gain safe entrance to the court of Aeolus. If by some miracle you succeed, be sure to tell him you captured the winds on my orders."

"Okay, sure," Jason shrugs. "So Chicago is where we'll find this lady who's controlling the winds? She's the one who's trapped Hera?"

"Ah... Those are two different questions, son of Jupiter."

Ara notices he's using Roman names now. Chiron said Jason doesn't belong in her camp. A scary thought comes to her as she glances down at his tattoo: there are more like him.

Lily's got a fascination with the Underworld, her grandmother taught her to respect the dead and the deity that looks after them. I met Hades last summer, and she got really talkative after she found out, showed me some collectible cards, and we play with them when none of us is training.

Lily's quiet, but only because she's got this accent that slips out when she gets excited about things. I said some of the swear words she uses and Silena told me that's Italian. My friend also has dark hair and is a bit too grumpy, which explains why most campers think she's a daughter of Hades.

Lily's sneaky, that's true, but so are the Stolls. I've been to the Underworld, and she doesn't feel like it."If she were," Travis says, "someone would've sent something to get rid of her."

"That's true," I sigh. "Lily hasn't shown any death-related powers either. I mean, she's crazy good at stabbing but she also likes archery!"

"She's a little scary," Travis admits, the lock he's been trying to open snaps and he closes it, handing it to me.

"Not that scary," Connor replies. I didn't know he was listening. "You shouldn't scare Ara, she's gonna think it's no good to be nice."

I frown, nothing would ever stop me from talking to a lonely person.

"Now go, demigods," Boreas finishes, "before I change my mind. Zethes, escort them out safely."

Ara's mind swirls in overwhelming thoughts as they leave. Romans and Greeks have disliked each other for ages, no wonder Chiron doesn't want Jason around! And to top it all, Boreas also said Hedge is still alive, but he wouldn't tell them where he is.

As they fly away in Festus, Piper speaks French under her breath. "If you knew the truth about me, you wouldn't think I was so amazing."

"What?" Ara looks at her. Piper locks eyes with the girl and remembers she speaks French too. She blushes, turning her gaze away.

Ara frowns, these three are more frustrating than Percy and Lily...

Percy thinks Lily might be a Big Three kid. I disagree and he doesn't take me seriously.

"I knew who you were right away," I remind him.

"This is different, Ara."

"She doesn't feel like that place!"

"She doesn't feel that way to you," my friend corrects me. "Didn't you see her fight that Ares kid?"

"She's enthusiastic about training..."

"She broke a guy's leg!"

"Oh fine, she's a little violent," I roll my eyes. "But saying that she's a daughter of... you know, that's insulting for the both of them."

"She'll get claimed and you'll know I'm right—cause she's no Apollo." Percy walks past me.

"Was it easy for you when you started working in the forges?" Leo asks quietly since Piper and Jason are napping.

"Not at all," Ara smiles, looking down at her squeaky-clean palms. "I almost lost a few fingers, and my arms were covered in bandaids most of the time... but it felt like I was on the right path."

Leo glances at her with his brows furrowed in amusement. "You were getting injured all the time and you still liked it?"

"You know what I mean!" Ara pokes his back. "Don't you love it when your hands are all tired and dirty but it's because you created something amazing?"

The boy looks down at Festus and pats his head affectionately. "Right... I get it."

"So to answer your question, it wasn't easy—but I was learning, and I was able to see my progress more clearly than with other stuff. I fell in love with it."

"Didn't believe it at first, but you've got skill, Ara," Beckendorf nods in approval. "And you, Tyson, you like it here?"

"I like how this bends," he replies, folding a huge chunk of metal.

"Silena's happy to hear you're getting better," the boy continues.

I stare at my dirty nails and the callouses on my palms. I thought I'd be disgusted by them, part of me wants to be nice and prim, but at the same time, I feel like a grown-up getting things done. "It feels nice," I open my teddy bag and pull out boxes of apple juice.

"You'll learn to love it," Beckendorf takes one of the juices. "Or you might discover you're good at it, but it's not your favorite thing. That'd be okay too."

I get a sudden urge to cry. How cruel would it be if I had found something, but it didn't make me happy? "No. I'll make it work. I've made up my mind."

He pats my shoulder, leaving a stain on my shirt that I have a hard time ignoring.

Ara wakes up abruptly, she would've slept through the night if Festus hadn't decided to practice his free-falling. It's really lucky Jason can fly, otherwise, they would've all plummeted to their deaths.

It's a pity she can't say the same about Festus, who crashed down in a cloud of thick, dark smoke. Leo cries out as it happens and her own stomach twists with anxiety. Ara must've fainted, cause the next thing she remembers is hearing Piper's screams.

Lily got claimed the other night, and she's not happy about it, I don't know why. Annabeth is the only person that she talks to in her cabin. She's uncomfortable with the idea of not having her sister around, so she's upset when she guesses what we're about to do.

"Percy wanted that quest, so you'll sneak out, won't you?"

"I never said that."

Not to Lily, at least.

"I know Annabeth will go with you, I wish I could go..."

"We'll be back before you know it."

"You're going to the sea of monsters," she scoffs. "It'll be lucky if you don't die on day one."

"Thank you. Make sure to offer some good food to Hades so he keeps me nice and cozy," I joke.

Piper whimpers on the catwalk. Leo, Jason, and Ara find her there, ankle broken. "You okay?" Leo sees her foot and winces. "Oh no, you're not."

"Thanks for the reassurance," the girl breathes heavily.

"You'll be fine," Jason tries to calm her. "Leo, you got any first aid supplies?"

"Yeah—yeah, sure..." He pulls out gauze and duck tape from his seemingly empty belt and Ara grabs the items without asking.

"Stay still, Piper..."

"How did you—" The girl hisses when Ara sits her up. "How did pull that stuff from an empty belt?"

"Magic. Haven't figured it out completely, but I can summon just about any regular tool out of the pockets, plus some other helpful stuff—Breath mint?"

Jason seizes the metal box impatiently. "That's great, Leo. Now, can you fix her foot?"

"I'm a mechanic, man. Maybe if she was a car..."

"I can." The lessons come back to Ara's mind as clear as Michael's voice. "I can't heal you entirely, though..."

"Wait, what was that godly healing stuff they fed you at camp," Leo asks. "Rambo food?"

"Ambrosia, dummy," Piper huffs. "There should be some in my bag, if it's not crushed."

"That should help," Ara gestures at Jason to get it.

He seizes a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia and gives a piece to Piper while Ara works on her ankle. The girl's hands are quick, she's singing something Will and Mike taught her to speed up the process, and her heart breaks even more. Ara's avoided her memories like the plague, but they keep coming back when she least expects them.

Once she's done, she sinks to her knees in front of Piper, tears falling down her face, and she dries them hastily along with the sweat on her forehead. Jason, Piper, and Leo are staring.

"What?"

"Nothing," Jason shrugs. "It's normal to cry when you heal someone... Right?"

Ara groans. "I've had a rough couple of..." Days? Months? Years?"I'm worn out."

"Well, I think you were awesome," Leo says. "You've got a nice voice."

"It's useful," she examines Piper. "Feeling better?"

The girl nods. "How did you learn this stuff?"

Ara spots a logo on the wall: a single red eye looks back at her and it gives her a bad feeling, but she can't tell why. It reminds her of Tyson, she would give anything to have him here, a Cyclops is always a great help.

"Lots of practice," she shrugs. "The gods took away all the traces of hard work on my body when I got my wish granted, so you can't tell..."

"You're so cool," Piper looks pale, but at least she's smiling.

Ara grins a little in return, cleaning her hands on her dirty jeans. "That's... Just doing my job."

She almost says "That's what friends do", but she doesn't want more friends, it would be like trying to fill the holes in her life and that's not right. It's better to keep her distance.

A loud explosion comes from C.C.'s office and a bunch of men run out of the place.

"Ah," I tense. "Gotta go."

I yell out Percy and Annabeth's names and they yell mine in return, Annabeth finds me and drags me out of the island. We climb into Queen Anne's revenge and I cling onto a barrel when Percy propels us out. After the worst passes, he looks over his shoulder and notices my clean clothes and brushed hair.

"You were enjoying yourself—It's the first time you've looked like an Aphrodite!"

He didn't mean to be rude, but for some reason, the realization that maybe no boy had ever perceived me as beautiful struck a nerve that had been dormant for eleven years. "Shut up."

Annabeth got dizzy and had to go lie down. My mom was born in the sea, so I handle this well. Besides, I'm a Cancer, so water is my happy place. I think about our quest, Annabeth told me Percy got turned into a guinea pig before we escaped Circe's island.

"Can I touch you?"

Percy looks at me like I've gone crazy. "Whatcha say?"

"Can I use my empath touch on you?" I clarify. "Or you can tell me how you're feeling?"

He sighs and stares ahead. "Don't know how I'm feeling..."

"Hmm..." I grab his hand. "Oh."

"What?"

I pout. "I miss him too."

"Yeah, he was..." Percy gulps, he knows who I'm talking about.

"Your little brother," I look at him, waiting to see his reaction.

He nods briefly, blinking a lot. "He was."

"Was it weird? Having a Cyclops as a brother?"

"Was it weird when you suddenly had like ten new siblings?"

"That's not a real family," I reply.

"What?" He exclaims. "What do you mean?"

I let go of his hand. "My siblings have families outside camp, I just have a bunch of roommates," I try not to think about it, this is a delicate subject and I find it difficult to approach.

"Well," Percy says after a short pause. "Sometimes friends are better than siblings. Look at us!"

I frown. "Dude, we look miserable."

"We're fine," he retorts, but that doesn't help me. His shoulders fall, and his voice softens. "Alright, let's play pretend. You like playing pretend, right? From now on we're siblings."

I snort. "That's not how it works."

"What, you don't want to adopt me? That stings, Ara."

"Stop it."

"You'd rather be Annabeth's sister like Lily? I get it, boys suck. I'll throw myself off the ship—"

"Stop!" I laugh, clutching the back of his shirt as he leans forward.

"C'mon then!" He smirks. "I'll try my best to make you hate me like a real brother."

I laugh and hug him. "Fine. Can't wait to regret it."

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01.11 - P.JS

Behave-

Dom!Park Jisung x Soft Sub!OC

Another day of working and recording for NCT Dream upcoming new album, it's getting late as i look at the watch on my wrist showing that it hits 01.11 and just sighs cause i realize it is been a longg day.

Not just you, but for other producers and of course the members. You sat in front of your computer as you doing your things, edit up all the voice that has been recorded to put on each part of every member.

Mark is indeed a perfectionist, getting his tone right for the song to make it real good, so is the other members working hard for their own parts, of course.

And now the final member, Jisung came in with his hoodie cover half of his shoulder and a bottle on his hand, he enter the room as he drinks his bottle. Not that i notice every time, but his hand is really pretty, so i just shrug that off.

"I'm going out for fresh air, y/n stay for awhile and take care of jisung, okay?" The head producer got up with his friends leaving along with him, only leaving me, jisung and mark that stays behind waiting for his members to finish first. Mark doesn't really bother answering anyone since he had his earphone on and probably replaying things he had recorded before.

"Hey Noona. I'll just go right in now" Jisung greets with a smile under his mask, i barely greet back as he entered the recording room. "Alright jisung, let's do the work now." I talk as i push the button for him to hear me.

It ends around 3am. It was probably dark outside, but i stayed on my chair with jisung and mark who is getting ready to leave soon. "Yo, I'm leaving first okay?" I nod at mark and jisung just waving to the older one as he just laying his body on the sofa right behind me.

"long day, huh?" Jisung asks shortly, not that he is the type to talk to me first, i just nod as i held my temples together to give them soft massage. Jisung saw and just laughed at it.

"aren't you going with your friends?" It's not usual for him to stay late here so i asked that. "No- uh- i don't really feel like to go early today" he answers as he sat up properly. "Then why aren't YOU going home, noona?" The older statement coming from him tingles me. "Well, I'm just tired needed a little time to relax before going home i guess.." i replied back as i tilted my head back ward.

"Can i ask you something, noona?"

"sure. What's up?" I replied as i still keeping my eyes closed.

"have you been like- idk- staring at my hands a lot?" He asks as he move to a chair beside me. Not knowing when he moves and such of question coming out from him, i jolt a bit with my eyes wide open staring at him.

"what?"

"well, i notice."

"well uh- i don't think is stare that much- i mean- well, i stare at people?" I replied with an obvious reaction. That I AM staring at them, stupid me.

"oh so you are staring at it." He replied with a sly grin on his face as he laid his back relax to his chair.

"okay yeah i do, well you have a pretty hands i must say, and well- you're young but those veins- i mean those hand are big- since you're tall i guess so it kinda catches my attention." I explain for no reason, honestly. Not that he needed it. It just adds more reason for him to tease you about it.

Now that you know it from the smirks on his face and his eyes staring at you, pretty intense but just the right tense for making you a bit timid or nervous around him. "I've been also staring at you noona, that's why i knew you like my hand. I guess we had interest to each other, for idk the reason is- but you've been dressing pretty comfy with hoodies and sweatpants too." I just hums at his explanation, not knowing where is this going to. But jisung? The sudden change of personality here kind of confused you.

"i know you're confused why am i talking a lot and talking first to you like this but. I like how you look noona." Another explanation coming rather soft from his tone, "awh, well thanks jisung. I'd rather be comfy these days" i chuckles as i replied.

"but hm.. i just wondering of something more now, can i ask you more?" Jisung straighten up his seat position as he put his face on his palm as he looking at me, but i just nod for the question.

"do you wanna touch my hand- i mean feels it since you staring at it all the time, noona- you're looking at it too right now, but not me." I gazed to his eyes, not even noticing myself have been too obvious staring at his hands the whole time as i talking to him.

"sure, i guess-" he smiles at my answers as he pulled my chair closer to him, "how'd you like it, hm?" Now that i notice his eyes, it was dark, following with the smirk of his voice and the change of his voice became even deeper.

Oh- this is getting somewhere- something coming up to my mind wanting to know how long can this kid going with a behavior he have at this moment. "Sure thing, jisung. Maybe i don't know, hold my hand?" He takes your right hand with his right softly.

I stare and caressing it softly the back of his hand with my thumbs. Staring at it and back to his eyes, watching his lower lips a little bit sucked between his teeth. Seeing that, i moved his hand to the base of my neck.

His hand suddenly moved upper and holds the sides of my neck, to choke me. "Noona, this is the right way, not there" i gasp lightly as i stared onto his eyes. Even darker, lust i must say, it is lingering to mine.

He pulls me by the neck and my upper body follows, and not just that he pulls more, and now I'm just looking like a fool being pulled by my neck with him adjusting himself on his chair and eventually made me sat on his lap.

"Good. Noona." He whispers on the side of my face and backed away, staring at me. "Do something to me jisung" i stared rather lazy or sluty for him to know i want him more than just what we have right now.

"words."

"please"

"please what, noona?"

I took his other hand, holding up his ring and his middle finger up infront of me. His breath hitches at the sight, ready for the upcoming.

Tongues out, eyes lingering to him as i put them in my mouth. "Fuck.." he moans at the sight and warmth of my mouth. I close my eyes feeling his fingers went deeper, the veins and the size. I groans as he went deep and out. Playing with my tongue, as the wetness making smooches sounds to it.

His other hand is no longer holding my neck, it went down to my waist. I took it as a code for me to grind on his clothed dick as i keeping sucking his fingers.

He tilted his head back but not cutting off his stare at me, i stared back with as much lust. His hand my waist became quicker. Grinding on him seems too desperate, and he no longer able to hold back his moans.

"Holy fuck- look at you- you're wet too noona- a bit too wet just from grinding on me, dont you think?" He became bold with his dirty talk, and my head is just spinning feeling his brick dick under me and probably as wet as i do.

He pulls out his finger, and pulled me by the neck with his left hand to kiss me. Hungrily and desperate. His right pushes me up to stand, the kiss was cut off.

His other hand went to his zipper, "Noona, look down." He pulled a bit of my neck downward to force me to look at him undressing his lower cloths. Staring at them, and not believing him too for being so nasty.

I pulled away cutting of his hold and just went straight undressing my below parts. A bit wiggle for him to entertain, again. Smirks across his face, looking cocky and hot. "Ride me, noona" i nod at the command.

Sat on his dick, he places his hand on my waist and neck as i struggle playing with his tips with my entrance. "You like choking me huh?" I ask returning the cocky grin to him, "well you like my fingers, i like your body and mostly these neck of yours, very addicting."

After he says that he pulls my neck closer for him to nip and bites on every corner of sensitive area that he might learnt somewhere. Cause it works, it's pleasuring, very addicting stings of pain. This room is filled with sex air and noises.

He thrusted up like a piston, having enough with all the foreplay, holding both side of my hips. Thrusting upwards causing me to almost fell off the chair. He continues to pick me up and putting me on the desk, thrusting pretty rough as he chasing up the highs for both of us.

Head spins literally spins, holding my eyes slight open for keeping me conscious and for the breaths, it became uncontrollably. I'd probably faint just by having sex.

Just when I'm about to reach my climax, he pulled out and turning me facing my laptop. Opening a camera, switch for a video.

Records on. I turned to look at him only gets my neck to be forced to face my laptop, as he thrusted roughly from behind, i don't complain, at all. This is fucking hot.

"jisung- fuck-"

"see yourself being fucked, noona"

"keep going jisung- you did goo- fuck-"

"I'm gonna come-"

"inside me- jisung- inside me."

He splashes his cum filling my pussy, knees weak but he holds me up to make me sit on my chair. Watching the liquid leaking from me as i stay and looks so weak he grins proudly over what mess he just made out on me.

He came closer to give a peck on my temple,"I'll get some stuff to clean you up, give me a min, noona, I'll lock the door. Don't worry" all i did was nod and smiles on myself a little bit silly over his behaviour and clicks stop on my laptop to stop recording.

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twistedtummies2 · 8 months

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Glamour - Chapter 3 (Trade)

This is the third part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD

This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;) Parts one and two have already been released the past two days; the fourth and final section will go up tomorrow. Be on the lookout!

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ. NOTE/DISCLAIMER: Once again, I referenced a song from "Labyrinth" (performed and composed by David Bowie) here. Once again, I hold no rights to the lyrics, figured I should still put this here, though.

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“This can’t be!” “Well, it sure seems like it can.” You and Grim watched anxiously as Divus Crewel and Maverick Mokulau paced across the stage. The audience had been cleared out, with the help of Neige LeBlanche, and local security had been called to investigate. Vil Schoenheit and Keala Cravalho had both split up to help them out. Speaking of which…all four of you looked up as the familiar clip-clopping of heels announced the return of the two students. “Have you searched the dressing rooms?” inquired Professor Crewel. “Every last one!” exclaimed Keala. “And?” “Nothing! It’s just…gone!” “You two were supposed to be on the ball today,” Vil scowled in your direction. “Nya! Don’t look at us!” Grim yowled, fur bristling with aggravation. “No, Grim, he’s right,” you sighed. “We may not have been in charge of security, but we should have been more on top of things, as Stage Managers. All those mishaps, culminating in the trophy being stolen…” “What does ‘culminating’ mean?” Grim meowed, in response. You and Vil groaned in tandem.

“It has to be around here somewhere,” fretted Keala. “I sincerely doubt that, at this point,” frowned Vil. “What is security up to now?” Mokulau demanded to know. “They’ve begun interviewing some of the contestants, to see if anybody noticed anything suspicious,” Vil replied. “I regret to say they haven’t had much luck.” “Someone had to see something!” Grim suddenly screeched. “All anybody saw were stars,” droned Vil. “That flash of light blinded everybody who might have gotten a good look.” “What was that flash, anyway?” murmured Keala, scratching his chin. “It didn’t seem like just a normal lighting trick.” “You’ve got that right, kid,” grumbled Mokulau, tipping his shades down as he turned his head up thoughtfully, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Wasn’t just an illusion, either…” “It seemed to me,” Crewel broke in, “Like some form of magic.” Those words caused something to click inside your brain. You suddenly let out a shout of frustration and slapped your forehead. “Oh, you Dumbo!” you cried out…then, noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, you quickly explained: “Not you all. Me. I think I know who did this!” “You do?” Grim blinked. “Yes. But I’m going to need more proof,” you said solemnly, and stood up. It was time to take charge. “Vil, Mr. Mokulau, Keala? Can I ask you three to accompany me?” “If you feel it’s necessary,” Vil said slowly, while the two Royal Sword members nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smiled, then looked at Professor Crewel. “I think you and Grim should help security, sir. I may be completely wrong, and I don’t think ALL of us need to go at once.” “That seems reasonable,” Crewel nodded, and pointed at Grim with his familiar rod. “Come, puppy! We have work to do!” With a swirl of his fur coat, Divus Crewel flounced away. Grim growled grouchily. “First I’m a cat, then I’m a puppy,” he grumbled. “I’m getting sick of this…” “Just behave,” you sighed, and shooed the little imp away. With a sniff and a snort, he followed Professor Crewel away. “So, where are we goin’?” Maverick asked, crossing his tattooed arms. “To see Hop the Dwarf,” you replied, and beckoned for the three to follow you. “I think he’s the first stop we should make.” “Whatever you say, Basil of Baker Street,” Keala smirked with a shrug. You just gave him a blank look. “Forget it,” he chuckled, waving it off. Vil and Mokulau rolled their eyes. You just shook your head and led the group away. It was time to start getting a few answers.

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“Who knew what kind of instrument you would be playing?” you asked Hop the Dwarf. Yourself and Keala stood inside the little fellow’s dressing room, while Vil and Mokulau - having seniority as judges - stood outside the room to guard it, just in case the culprit you suspected should show up. Hop scratched his head as he pondered the inquiry. “Well…I had to fill out a form to let management know,” he pointed out. “I’m aware,” you nodded. “But who else might have known?” “Did you tell any of the other contestants, maybe someone in the audience?” asked Keala. “I don’t think so,” said Hop, shaking his round little head. “Only Gran and Dominic, and they wouldn’t do a thing like that!” “No, of course they wouldn’t,” you sighed, feeling rather frustrated by the answer. This hadn’t gotten you anywhere you hoped it would. “I guess your hunch was wrong,” said Keala, weakly. “Seems that way,” you grumbled. “Wait a moment!” Hop suddenly squeaked, snapping his tiny fingers in realization. “There was that one guy…!” “One guy?” you and Keala chorused. “Uh-huh!” nodded Hop. “See, there was this guy…” He indicated you. “...I think he goes to your school…anyway, he said he was trying to find his lost guitar pick, and he was asking around if anybody had seen it. I told him I hadn’t seen it, and he said that was okay. He then asked what I was doing for my act, out of curiosity. I didn’t think there was anything wrong, so I told him my plans for my performance.” “So he would have known which instrument you were using and where you kept it?” “Well, not where I KEPT it, no,” said Hop with a slight giggle. “I didn’t tell him THAT much!” “Still,” Keala murmured, now catching on to what you were anticipating, “If he knew you had the instrument in here, and knew what he was looking for, he could have come in at any time you weren’t around.” “Did you leave the room at any point?” you asked the young dwarf. “Just for a few minutes for a snack break,” shrugged Hop. “That would do it,” you said gravely. “Can you tell me what he looked like?” “He wore a gold coat, and a glove on one hand. He also had purple eyes.”

Keala sucked in a breath sharply. You looked quickly towards him. “What’s wrong?” you asked the young man in the red shirt. Keala hesitated before answering: “I saw the same guy near my dressing room after I went to the bathroom for a spell. I’d left the door open when I left.” “So he could have gotten in while you were away?” Keala nodded, and added another detail: “He had a guitar bag slung over his shoulder. At the time, I assumed it carried his instrument, but…” Cravalho trailed off. You could easily guess the rest. You nodded to him, then at Hop, smiling slightly with a sense of slight triumph. “Thanks, little guy,” you said to the Dwarf. Hop gave a cheery mock-salute. You and Keala each returned the gesture, then exited the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well!” you said, clapping your hands together. “That cinches it.” “You know who’s behind this?” Mokulau checked. “I’m pretty sure, yep,” you nodded, then looked at Vil. “I’m afraid he’s one of your students.” Vil’s eyes widened, but only for a moment. “You don’t mean Taoka, do you?” he asked. “I’m afraid so. Do you know what his Unique Magic is like?” “I have not had a chance to experience it, no,” Vil answered, shaking his head. “I have. Or, at least, I think I have,” you said. “He’s the one who took the Lanternblossoms that Grim and I needed for our assignment with Professor Crewel. When he did, he lifted his hand, muttered some sort of spell…” “And let me guess,” interjected Mokulau, “There was a disorienting, golden flash of light?” “Just like the one that everybody got hit with when the trophy was stolen,” you confirmed.

“If it’s a signature spell, then there can be no doubt,” frowned Vil, clearly cross at the idea of one of his own Pomefiore dorm-mates being potentially responsible. “But we’re lacking the negligible item of evidence.” “He’s got a point,” Keala concurred. “Security checked all the dressing rooms, including his. They would have found it then, wouldn’t they have?” That was a good point, which you had no answer for. Mokulau scratched at his bear-like chest, then lifted a finger as he spoke up authoritatively. “The way it sounds to me,” he said, seriously, “There are three answers to this problem. The first is that our Stage Manager is either wrong or outright lying to us.” “I’m inclined to think they are correct,” Vil said, and gave you a supportive smile. “For all the faults the Prefect of Ramshackle has, I have no reason to doubt everything they’ve said as being as true and factual as they can manage.” You smiled gratefully. “I figured that,” nodded Maverick. “The second answer is that this Tapioca-” “Taoka,” corrected Vil. “-Whatever…the second answer is that he’s somehow managed to hide the trophy in his room, in a way security wouldn’t be able to uncover. I don’t think that’s true, either: if he’d used a cloaking spell, for example, they would’ve checked for it immediately.” “Then what’s the third option?” questioned Keala. “I think I can guess that,” you answered, and raised an eyebrow at the Royal Sword instructor. “It’s that he’s hidden the trophy - and maybe all the other things he’s presumably taken - somewhere offsite. Right?” “In the time before and after his performance, he could have had a chance to hide the instruments and all the rest,” reasoned Mokulau. “And in the confusion after he swiped the trophy, he might have been able to slip off to somewhere, provided it wasn’t very far away.” “There’s plenty of options,” said Vil, solemnly, a hand to his chin as he pondered things. “It would have been risky, but so was stealing everything to begin with. In the words of a famous writer, ‘once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’” “Okay, so…if he HAS done that,” Keala frowned, scratching his cheek, “Then where is this hiding spot?” Mokulau could only shrug. A smile came to your face. “Well,” you began to say, slyly, “Maybe we don’t know that…but there’s bound to be one person who does.” You then pointed to Maverick’s sunglasses. “Quick question…do you have spares of those?”

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“You remind me of the babe! What babe? Babe with the power! What power? Power of Voodoo! Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe…” Taoka Latronis laughed and sang as he lounged lazily in his dressing room, smiling up at the ceiling. He was feeling very pleased with himself. He spun around in his chair, grinning from ear to ear, looking for all the world like the cat who had caught the canary. He was still gayfully humming when a thumping knock came at the door. The smile was struck from his face. “What?” he called out, crossly, a slight sneer curling across his painted lips. His expression quickly changed, and he sat up straight in his chair, as the door opened to reveal a broad-shouldered, heavily-tattooed man with long, dark hair and a stubbly, strong chin, with a shark tooth necklace around his throat and sunglasses shrouding his hazel eyes. “Mr. Mokulau!” exclaimed Taoka, startled at the sight of the rock star judge and magic master. “This…th-this is unexpected…” “Heh. Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Not everybody expects me to be so perfect,” winked Maverick with a chuckle. Taoka gave a sort of tight smile in return. “Is there something you need?” Taoka asked. “Security already checked my room…is there any chance we’ll be allowed to leave soon?” “Actually, yeah, that’s what I was coming to tell you,” replied Mokulau, and jabbed a thumb back towards the open door as he stepped further into the room. “Security’s done checking around for now, they wanna clear all the contestants out. You’ll be free to go in just a few minutes. So, if you’ve got anything to pack up, better get to it.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure to get ready in a moment,” Taoka said, then paused before hesitantly asking, “Do they know who might be responsible?” Mokulau paused before sighing and nodding, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into a pocket. “Honestly, I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” he said, and brushed some of his dark curls away from his face. “But they think it was a student from your school.” Taoka’s purple eyes widened. His smile flickered. “Do they now?” “Yeah,” nodded Mokulau, and paused a moment longer before continuing: “We can’t prove it, but we’re starting to suspect the Stage Management duo had something to do with it all.”

Taoka blinked. Three times. “Them?” he repeated, sounding almost bewildered. “They had access to every room,” replied Mokulau with a scowl. “And it seems kinda suspicious so many things would go missing on their watch. We’re not sure how they took that trophy, or if they had any help, but with all the mishaps during the contest as a whole, we’re pretty sure they had to know more than they’re telling.” Taoka looked askance, purple-hued brow knitted in thought. “You have a point,” he murmured, then a grin spread across his face, and he looked back up at the great musician. “Yes! It has to be them! We should have suspected it from the start.” “Psh. Tell me ‘bout it,” snorted Mokulau. “Your Housewarden is beside himself: the idea of a fellow NRC student being behind it all, somebody he personally asked for help…” “Eh. I imagine the dorm leader will get over it,” shrugged Taoka with a smirk. “Guess we shouldn’t have trusted a person from a world with no magic, huh?” “Looks like it,” Mokulau replied, and chuckled to himself: “At least they didn’t get my real pick out of the deal.” Taoka’s grin vanished instantly. “Huh? What…what do you mean the real pick?” he asked. “Oh, well, obviously I didn’t ACTUALLY put the REAL guitar pick I used in my first concerts on the trophy,” said Maverick with a smile. “It’s precious to me: something like that isn’t something I would just get rid of.” “I see,” Taoka said, and cocked his head. “So, uh…if it’s not prying too much, where DO you keep the real one?” Maverick smirked. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching…then winked and patted one of his pockets. “You…you have it here? With you?” gasped Taoka, seemingly stunned. “Well, duh! It’s my lucky pick!” laughed Mokulau. “Every guitarist worth their salt carries one, kid. If you’re gonna be one, you better find your own soon.” Taoka grimaced and looked away again. “Yeah. If,” he muttered.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” smiled the large man, with a kinder sort of expression. “I know we were pretty rough on you out there today, but you’ve got passion, kid. That’ll take you far, if you keep it up.” “I somehow doubt that,” whispered Taoka to himself. Maverick looked the young Night Raven student up and down…then stepped closer and reassuringly placed one huge, heavy hand on the young man’s shoulders. Taoka looked up, seemingly surprised. “When I got started, I was totally on my own, kid,” said Mokulau. “It took a lotta work and a lotta faith to get to my level now. I know it sounds cliche, but trust me, those two things can do a lot for ya if you let them. Don’t ever forget: as handsome as I may be, it’s not really about what’s out here…” He lightly pinched Taoka’s golden jacket indicatively…then lowered his hand and tapped a finger to the youth’s chest. “...It’s what in there that’s gonna matter most.” Taoka let out a sarcastic sort of chuckle and brushed the teacher’s hand away. “That’s a nice sentiment, sir, but you of all people should know: a golden heart isn’t gonna matter when you’re totally invisible.” Maverick frowned again, now a bit bemused. He tilted his head. “What makes you say that?” he asked, quietly, then a bit louder: “Have we met before?” Taoka’s expression was unreadable. His ungloved hand quietly clutched the other appendage in an absent-minded way. All he said in reply was a thoroughly emotionless: “Yes. We have.” Mokulau looked as if he wanted to ask something else…but at that moment, a new voice intervened… “Ahem! Mr. Mokulau?” Maverick turned around to see Vil Schoenheit standing in the doorway to the room. “What’s up?” he asked. “Your students - Neige and Mr. Cravalho, that is - want to talk to you.” “Thanks,” grunted Maverick Mokulau, and turned back around to smile at Taoka once more. He pulled out his shades and flipped them back into place over his eyes. “See ya later, kid.” “Maybe so,” Taoka answered in a slippery sort of way. Maverick grinned and clicked a finger-gun gesture towards the young man, then followed Vil out of the room. The moment he was gone, Taoka’s sly expression changed to a truly evil grin. He looked down towards his hands. He opened his gloved palm…revealing a small, bone-white guitar pick in his hand. “Gotcha,” he cackled to himself under his breath, then tucked the pick hastily into his own pocket before hurriedly tidying up his room. Once it was all clean, he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He was still laughing as he left the dressing room.

As far as he could tell...he'd won.

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Taoka took one of the sideways passages out of the auditorium, thus allowing him to slip by most anyone who might have spotted his departure. He did not head towards Night Raven straightaway. Instead, the spiky-haired young sneakthief blazed a trail towards the edge of the dense forest. His pace was deliberate, his demeanor sharp and direct; he knew exactly where he was going. No sooner had the youth’s golden coat vanished into the undergrowth, than he removed the pick from his pocket. A devious smile - which showed off each of his slightly-too-long teeth - split his face as he crept through the shadows of the trees in a Northwesterly direction. He had only gone some forty yards or so before he spotted a destination: a small, empty cave, half-hidden by brambles. Sniggering at his deceit, he hopped, skipped, and jumped over the brambles and scuttled into the cave, like a spider quickly creeping back into its den…or a crab, burrowing into a hiding spot. Inside the cavern, he paused a little ways away from the entrance: the cave was wide and round, with a ceiling that was about as low as a typical room in a typical house. No animals lived here, which made it an admirable hiding place…for the instruments, the microphones, and all the other bits and pieces of necessary hardware the contestants of the Triple-S concert competition required for their performances. Pilfering the items had been shockingly simple; sneaking them out when nobody would notice was only somewhat more difficult. Taoka chuckled as he approached the prize of his little hoard: a familiar silver trophy, topped with an ivory guitar pick. “Figuring out how to get you all out of here again is gonna be a bit of a problem,” mumbled Taoka…then smirked and shrugged. “Ah, well. Maybe I’ll just sell the stuff that’s worth something, leave the rest behind.” He knelt down beside the trophy with an evil smile. “You, however…you I’m gonna treasure. You and the REAL pick,” he chuckled, lifting up the bone-white guitar strummer in his hands indicatively… …And the moment he did, his smile faded. A look of confusion filled the glammed-up guitar player’s eyes. Something wasn’t right. The pick on the trophy had a familiar hook shape in its center; this was to be expected. The symbol was Mokulau’s logo, and his first pick had been etched with the design early on. That was as good as a signature or fingerprint of authenticity. But the pick Taoka now held…well, it was the same exact color, and the same exact shape and size…but it had no visible markings on it at all. “Wait a minute,” murmured Taoka, and scratched the surface…then sighed as the paint scraped, and a different color - a plain gray - showed underneath. “Oh, I see. He’s taken a cheap pick, and painted it in the same color as the one on the trophy…” Taoka’s look of petulant dissatisfaction abruptly changed to one of apprehension and alarm. “...As a diversion?” “More like bait.”

Taoka leapt to his feet and swung around with a snarl. He glared as he saw you standing at the entrance to the cave. Vil and Mokulau stood just a short distance behind you. As the three of you entered, the young man moved into a guarded position, flinging the cheap pick aside. “You followed me!” he accused. “Guilty as charged,” you chuckled. “It wasn’t too hard. We knew you couldn’t have brought them all the way back to the school, and there was nowhere in the town that seemed likely. We just didn’t know where to look. I figured if we dangled something shiny in front of your face, so to speak, you’d just HAVE to take it.” “You’ve disgraced my dorm, Latronis,” glared Vil. “I hope you realize punishment is well overdue.” “Oh, please, don’t insult me,” snorted Taoka coldly. “Or do we have to forget somebody else cheated much more dangerously at a certain other competition?” Vil glowered and said nothing. Sensing trouble, you subtly stepped to block him and Taoka’s path to each other. Vil noticed, smiled, and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something under his breath, but only you heard it, and gave him a small smile in return. “Keala!” Mokulau called back over his shoulder. “We’ve found him.” Moments later, Keala joined the group. He looked almost hurt when he saw the trophy behind the glitzy scoundrel. “So you DO have it!” he exclaimed. “Give it back!” Taoka glared. “Why should I?” he hissed. “How about because we’ll pummel you if you don’t?” growled Maverick. “A student attacked by a teacher? I think that would get you in a great deal of trouble,” crooned Taoka. “You’re no student of mine,” said Mokulau coldly.

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong,” smirked Taoka, and straightened his stance, showing off his flashy outfit. “See, you’re the one I have to give credit for who I am today: watching you, I learned the only way a person is gonna stand out is if you make yourself bigger, shinier, and all around better than anybody around you. And it doesn’t matter who you step on to get there, or who gets left behind in the process!” “But that trophy wasn’t yours to take!” Keala protested. “What good does it do you to have it now? You can’t show it off, you can’t claim you won! What does it matter?!” “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” sniffed Taoka. “Well, I’m making it my business!” Keala snapped, taking an aggressive stance of his own. “I worked too hard to make my grandma proud-” “Between us, babe, I’m getting a little tired of hearin’ about your grandma,” interrupted Taoka. “I don’t care who ‘deserves’ this or not, it’s MINE! I’VE claimed it! AND I AM NOT LOSIN’ MY TREASURE NOW!” So saying, Taoka Latronis thrust out one hand. You heard him start to utter a familiar incantation… “NOW!” you shouted, and at almost the exact same time, Taoka finished the spell with three bellowed words… “Time to shine!” ZAM! A blinding flash of golden light shined and glittered through the whole small cave of loot. Taoka grinned and picked up the trophy, then made a dash to run past all of you and out the cavern mouth… …Only for an arm like a steel band - Vil’s - to suddenly swing out and smash into his abdomen. With a wheezing grunt, he staggered back, his gloved hand on his diaphragm, the other still holding the trophy tightly. He coughed twice and looked up…then gulped at what he saw. “Oh, come on!” he almost whined. “That’s STUPIDLY unfair!” All four of you wore matching, mischievous smiles…and sunglasses.

“Extra protected,” Mokulau boasted, adjusting his pair. “Not even your sparkle can beat these babies.” “Give us the trophy, Taoka!” Vil demanded, marching forward and stretching out one arm sharply, as if ordering a dog to drop a bone. “Don’t make this harder for yourself.” Taoka just scoffed. He removed his guitar, propping it up against one of the cave walls, and moved into an action-ready posture. “You’ll have to turn the world upside-down before I let you take this from me,” he responded icily. So saying, the young man reached into his pocket, and pulled out his Magic Pen. With a swish and a flick, he summoned a pillar of water, which blasted Vil backwards and sent him sprawling onto the cave floor. The other three of you hurried to his side. “You okay?” you asked, worriedly. “No,” Vil said, through a face full of dripping makeup. “I’m soaked.” You smirked. “THERE HE GOES!” Keala’s shout alerted all of you. You looked up; through the tint of your sunglasses, you saw Taoka finally use the distraction he’d sought for to flee, as he darted from the cave and out into the woods. “We can’t let him get away!” yelled Mokulau. “Come on!” You didn’t have to be told twice. You helped Vil to his feet, and all four of you charged out of the cave and after Taoka Latronis.

To Be Concluded in Part 4...

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You Belong With Me - Jamie Dutton

Pairing: Jamie Dutton x OC (Ava North)

Summary: Ava only wanted one thing: to be a horse tamer. And when she had the chance, she took it. Ava became the new horse tamer of Yellowstone, a totally different ranch from the others she met, either because of its immensity or because of family problems. Ava thought her problems were big, but when she met the Dutton family that thought dies. However, there is a Dutton who is a point out of the curve, a lawyer mistreated by the problems and by his own family. Meeting Jamie Dutton may not have been the work of chance, after all one broken understands the other.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

A place for women

"The ranch isn't a place for women, Ava." Rip said sounding more protective than she had ever seen. "There are only animals there."

"Great, I love animals," she replied with determination after taking a sip of her beer.

"Don't tell me you want to wash a cow's ass? That's what a cowboy does...and many other things."

"No, I don't want that. You know what my talent is, Rip." She reminded him with a confident smile of her glory days in the rodeos.

"Oh, of course. The 'horse enchanter'. I remember her." He disdained with a smile and drank a sip of beer straight from the bottle. "You earned much more at the rodeos than you would at the ranch."

"You know why I done competitions, I'm not going to get into this subject again." She protested almost angry and asked for another drink.

Ava looked around. It was almost three in the morning and the bar was empty, there were only the two of them there exchanging favors as they always did. Rip sent it, she did it and he paid for it. It was always good money, but she was tired of infiltrating, selling her body to get information and pretending to be who she wasn't. The competitions gave her a lot of fame and exposure, the work of private detective locked her in lies. Ava wanted an escape from all that, she wanted to live in a place where she could be herself. Yellowstone looked like one of those places.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Ava asked incisively, but Rip continued in his passive state, drinking the beer as if it were the most expensive wine in the world. "Damn, we've known each other for I don't know how many fucking years and I've never asked you for anything, Rip. This should help you understand how much this matters to me."

"I know it's important to you...and it's precisely because we've known each other for so long that I'm afraid to put you in there." He sighed heavily and ran away from her eyes with every word. "You know the...things I've been doing, damn it. You know that. In there you're not a simple cowboy or horse tamer, you're their property. His property."

"You never complained about what you had to do for the Dutton. This means that you agree with what should have been done. You are part of them now or of his property. And if he protects his own property so well and I will be a part of it, then there is no other place in the world safer than there."

Rip shook his head in denial and fixed his dark and deep eyes on hers. There was pain, anger and sadness in them, something not so different from Ava's. That's what connected them and continued to keep their friendship so alive.

"I'm not going to convince you otherwise, am I?" He asked with a weak smile and she denied it with her head. He sighed strongly and drank two more big sips of his beer. "OK. I can do it for you...but there's something you need to know before you get in."

"I'm all ears." Ava moved around on the stool, turning totally to her friend, who had suddenly taken a very serious tone.

"We all value loyalty very much. John values that for real. We do what he asks without questioning... out here you had the opportunity to change branches as many times as you needed, but not there. Once you entered the ranch, you don't leave there anymore, do you understand?" Rip's eyes shone in a kind of devotion mixed with terror and Ava paid attention at every word, internalizing that for good. She nodded in agreement. "Are you sure you still want to do that?"

"More than anything in my life." Ava opened a moved smile." It will be good for me, Rip, you know that. They were good for you. Look at you! All full of authority, toughness and giving me orders. What can be so bad about that ranch that I haven't seen in my life?"

He didn't answer that, he just looked at her again in depth, which made her feel as small as she was when they met a few months before the tragedy with his family. Rip had been her protector as a child and, even though Ava was already on the verge of thirty-five, he still protected her as if she were that frightened and lost girl from Miles City. Well, Ava was no longer like that, she could take down anyone who approached her with ulterior motives, but a part of her liked Rip's protection, as much as it often irritated her.

"I'm going to be your boss." He informed in a mocking tone after the brief pause.

"Let's see for how long." Ava returned in challenge and the two laughed.

"Be in the shed in an hour." He announced and Ava raised an eyebrow. Rip laughed. "I'm not going to make it easy for you just because we're friends. You'll be like any other beginner."

"I didn't expect anything different from you." Ava stroked his shoulder with one hand, pulling his attention out of the bottle to her. "Thank you for that."

"Let's drink one more as friends."

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Nevermore

Part 4: Only this, and Nothing More.

Paring: Rooster x OC Skylar "Raven" Blackwood

Warnings: Language, fighting. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI

"So, that went well" Maverick states when he and Raven exit Admiral Simpson's office. "Better than I thought it would have, though I was a bit concerned that he immediately went to the negative side of things when he saw us." She states.

"Tends to happen almost every time I'm in an Admiral's office. I seem to piss them off a lot." Maverick shrugs as if he doesn't care, unbothered by the situation.

"I can't say the same, I buzzed the tower one time on a dare and got chewed out, never did it again" Raven tells him as they walk towards the classroom.

"Must be your mother in you. Buzzing the tower is one of my favorite things to do." Maverick grins. "But I will say, you remind me a lot of myself when you fly. You react, you do"

"I've always done that, I have this sixth sense in the air, I always have. Guess I know why now, I must have inherited it." Raven says as they walk into the room. It's still early, they have an 90 minutes until everyone is supposed to report.

"So, would you mind if I asked you some questions, got to know you a little better?" Maverick asked her.

"Only if I get to as well." Skylar replies. "Deal" He agrees.

After about 30 minutes of learning things about each other, Maverick turned to Skylar and asked her something that had been weighing heavy on his mind: "What happened between you and Rooster?"

Raven was taken aback by the question, she hadn't expected it to come from his mouth.

"I only ask, because he hasn't been himself since you've been here. He has gone back to some of his old ways, things I thought he had gotten past." Maverick continued.

"I broke his heart." Skylar said plainly. "I lied to him at the end of flight school. I was given the chance to pick my station, I could have gone with him. But then I was offered a covert mission, the one where I earned my first kill and my call sign. I was so hellbent on proving myself that I took it. And I told him that I didn't have a choice." Raven explained to him.

"Wow, that's, does he know?" Maverick asked.

"No, he doesn't, and that's not even the worst part." She sighed. Maverick looked at her with heavy eyes as she gathered herself to tell him more.

"He asked me to marry him. Told me he loved me, and if we got married we could stay together... and I told him no."

"Oh.... fuck....are you serious?" Maverick was baffled at her confession. "I told him I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, I loved him but, that wasn't what I wanted. We decided to stay friends. But we lost touch, until I came back here." She finished

For once in his life Pete Mitchell was speechless. "Guess you're more like me than I thought."

"What do you mean?" She asked him

"There were a few women in my past, your mom and Penny for example... I left them because I was focused on my career too." He told her.

"Penny like the bartender?" Raven asked him. "Yup." He responded.

"Now the thing is Mav, I don't know if I could ever tell Bradley the real reason I said no. Because I did love him, even though we only were together six months, I've never loved anyone besides him. I still love him if I'm being honest. But, if I tell him what really happened, that I chose my career over him, that I've lied to him all these years, he'll never trust me again. And if he doesn't trust me, I can't fly this mission." Skylar states, her voice heavy with despair.

"Can I give you some... fatherly advice?" Maverick asks her. She shakes her head.

"You have to tell Rooster the truth, it's the only way either of you can move forward, and the only way he is going to be able to get out of his head." Maverick tells her.

"Tell me the truth about what?" Rooster's voice cuts through the classroom. Both Maverick and Raven jump up, startled by him.

"Rooster, you're early." Skylar stammers out. Panic flashes across her eyes.

"I'm always early, but what do you need to tell me the truth about Skylar? Maverick already called me last night about your situation so I know it's not that". He states as he walks futher into the room

"Oh wow I didn't know he told you. We just talked to Cyclone this morning about it, we were going to tell the rest of the team today." Skylar says avoiding his question.

"Cut the bullshit Raven! What do you need to tell me the truth about?!" Rooster yelled while slamming his hand down on the table. Skylar jumped at the sound. She didn't like the way he used her call sign instead of her name.

"About my orders after fight school." She whispered out.

"What about them?" He asked, his voice still thick with anger.

"I didn't have to go Asia if I didn't want to. They gave me a choice of where I wanted to go, or if I wanted to fly a covert mission. I chose to got across the world instead of staying with you." She confessed.

Rooster stood there for a moment processing, Maverick looked between the two of them, not sure if he should say something or not.

"You could have went with me. You could have stayed." Rooster spoke. A statement rather than a question.

"Roosie, I" She tried to defend herself

"Don't 'Rooise' me!" He shouted at her.

"I begged you to talk to them, to try and change your placement. I held you when you cried and you told me everything would be alright! I poured my heart out to you! I asked you to fucking MARRY ME Skylar because I loved you and I didn't want to lose you! But you lied to me! You could have chose me but you DIDN'T! I've never loved anyone besides you, and it was all what? A game to you? Did I even mean anything to you?" Rooster screamed. His face was flushed with anger.

"Bradley I..." she tried to interjected but he cut her off.

"I can't believe how selfish you were Raven! How could you! Maybe I've should have seen that you were Maverick's kid from a mile away because just like him, you always chose your career over everything! Did you even love me? Did you even care?" He yelled as a few stray tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Rooster, of course I cared. And I did love you.... I still do." Skylar whimpered out her own tears fell.

Rooster clenched his fist and grabbed his things.

"I don't even know who you are anymore. I thought you were my friend Skylar. I thought you loved me. Guess I was wrong." Bradley spat as he walked towards the door.

"Where are you going we have training?" Raven asked. He paused and turned around. "I earned a day pass last week for shooting down Maverick. I'm using it today." He seethed before going to open the door.

"Oh, and have fun with your little 'daddy- daughter training job today." He said before pushing past the rest of the squad who had arrived just in time to hear his last comment and watch him storm away.

The rest of the team filed in and sat down in complete silence until Hangman finally spoke up. "So do either of you want to tell us what the fuck that was about?" He asked looking between Maverick and Raven.

She tried to regain her composure, but it was no use. Skylar quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom.

She had to get to Bradley, she had to make things right. She recalled what Maverick had said to her the day before, you can't change the past, but you can fix the future.

She scrambled into the parking lot to find that Rooster and his Bronco were gone, thankfully she knew where he was living.

She sped to the house he told her he had purchased not long ago and was relieved to find his car parked there.

She jumped out of hers and bounded up the steps. She pounded on his front door until she head his heavy footsteps behind it and the lock turn. When he opened the door, he tried to slam it right back in there face, but Skylar managed to wedge her boot in the frame.

"Bradley please, let me explain." She begged him. He sighed, knowing she wouldn't leave until her point was made, he begrudgingly opened the door.

Skylar rushed in a poured her heart out to him. She told him how sorry she was and that she was scared when he brought up marriage. She was afraid of losing him or worse losing herself. She had to fight to get where she was in life and she always felt like she had something to prove.

She begged him for his forgiveness, because she didn't want to lose him again. Tears streaked her face as she plead her case, and when she was done she told him something he had longed to hear for ages. "I still love you Bradley, I never stopped."

After she finished word vomiting her feelings she stood there in his living room panting, waiting for his response. Rooster's face was expressionless.

"Well I guess that's all then, see you on base Monday." Skylar said after a few more moments of silence. She moved to walk past him and leave, but Rooster reached out and grabbed her by her bicep, halting her movements.

She looked up at him and then back down to where he was holding her. It wasn't a tight grip, she could easily break free if she wanted to. They both knew that, but she didn't, she wanted to know what he was going to say.

But instead of speaking, Rooster pulled her closer and crashed his mouth into hers.

The kiss was hot, heavy, and demanding.

He yanked her body into him as their mouths moved together. Their kisses were filled with anger, emotion, a longing, a need that both of them had burning inside them for the past seven years.

Ravens arms wrapped around his neck as she fisted his curls. She tugged on them hard, causing a growl to escape Rooster.

He moved them backwards until Skylar felt her back make contact with the wall. Rooster continued to assulat her mouth, it was a messy mix of lip, teeth, and tongues.

He peeled his lips away from hers and moved them across the column of her throat as his fingers unzipped her flight suit and pushed it off her body. Skylars hands moves to push his pants off his hips while Rooster stripped himself of his shirt. Both articles of clothing were tossed somewhere in his living room.

He pressed Skylar back against the wall and grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head. She struggled in his grip but he held her firmly in place.

He tapped her hips and she jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel his hard cock grinding into her core.

"Bedroom" she groaned against his lips. Rooster must have agreeded, because soon he was peeling her away from the wall and blindly stumbling towards his room. He didn't account for his long forgotten shirt to trip him up. He slipped causing him to roughly drop Skylar on his sofa.

Without missing a beat, she pulled him down with her and straddled his waist.

She ground her core down on him, her panties were already soaked through she knew he could feel her wetness between them.

Her pulled her sports bra over her head and tossed it behind the couch.

She took the opportunity to seal her lips on his pulse point causing him to let out a low moan and jolt his hips upward.

"Fuck" She cursed under her breath at the sensation.

Using his feet as leverage he flipped Raven into a sitting position and knelt to the floor infront of her. She gasped at the sensation and groan at the sight before her.

Rooster was kneeling between her thighs, his lips coated with their mixed saliva, cheeks flushed, and curls askew. He leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth over her panties. She cried out at the sensation as he repeated it again.

"Shit Rooster." She moaned out as he fisted her underwear and ripped them from her body.

She didn't have a moment to protest before his lips were on her core.

Skylar ground her center against his face, his mustache supplying a delightful friction that she had been missing.

"Fuck Bradley just like that. Feels so good." So moaned out throwing her head back.

Skylar tasted like heaven to him, and Rooster would be lying if he said he didn't miss the way his name sounded when it left her lips or the way she pulled at his hair while his fingers and tongue worked in tandem. He was painfully hard straining against his boxers but he so desperately wanted to make her scream for him like she used to.

He pushed a second finger into her and curled them up in a way that he knew would have her seeing starts. The traced his tongue over her swollen, throbbing bundled as she bucked faster and harder against his face.

"That's it baby, take what you need from me. Cum for me Skylar, need to taste more of you." He groaned into her center.

Skylar chased her as she writhed above him on the couch. Her eyes screwed shut as he curled his wrist and his nibble fingers hit her gspot. She screamed Bradley's name as he worked her through her high.

It was incredible, she hadn't felt that good since the last time they were together. None of her other partners could work her like he could.

Soon his lips became too much and she pulled his face away. The trail of spit that dangled from his mouth and connected to her core had her clenching around nothing.

She may have just had a mind blowing orgasm, but she needed more.

Skylar pushed Rooster onto his back, he hit the living room rug with a thud and she climb on top of him, kissing him with fervor.

"What happened to the bedroom?" He asked in-between kisses.

"S'been seven years. Don't want to wait seven more seconds." She groans out as she pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

God it was still just as glorious as she remembered it.

She wrapped her hand around him and gave him a few strokes. He thrust up into her fist and groaned at the sensation.

"Fuck Sky, need you now." He moaned. She removed her hand and straddled him.

"C-condom?" He gritted out as she slid her wetness over his length.

"On the pill and clean." She replied. "Clean too." He groaned.

That was all she needed to hear before grasping onto the base of his length and sliding down on it. When he was filled seated in her she paused for a minute to get used to his size.

No one she had been with in the past compared to Bradley. He was surely the biggest she had ever been with. The stretch he provided toed the line between pain and pleasure.

She flexed around him causing him to be pulled deeper into her if that was even possible.

After a few moments. She could feel Rooster stirring under her, desperately trying not to drive up into her.

She placed her hands on his torso and and rose up almost completely off of him and sank back down on him.

"Fuck" He hissed out. Skylar repeated the motion starting off slow and building up her rhythm.

Rooster's hands found her hips and gripped them. She felt the blunt tips of his nails dig into her flesh and she was certain she would have finger print shaped bruises on her for weeks to come.

Throwing caution to the wind Rooster planted his feet and began to drive up into her. Meeting her thrust for thrust.

"Shit Sky, you feel so fucking good around me. Forgot how good this little cunt felt taking my cock. He groaned as he continued to drive into her.

Rooster sat up, changing the angle at which he was meeting her. The head of his cock found that spongy area deep inside her.

"Oh fuck Bradley, right there!" Skylar cried throwing her head back. She wrapped her arms around his torso. Her hands clawed at his shoulder blades, surely leaving evidence of their romp behind.

In a moment of hazy desire Rooster flipped Raven under him. Her back hit the floor with a soft thud.

Rooster took a moment and leaned back on his calves. Raven looked back at him... took shocked or too far gone in her pleasure to argue with him.

He picked up his movements at a much slower pace than before earning his a groan of dissatisfaction from her.

"Rooster.. Rooster... please." She whimpered

He picked his pace up slightly. God he loved it when she begged.

"Please, please, harder, faster, I need more!" Raven called out from under him.

"Rooster!" She moaned trying to meet his thrust to get herself to that much needed peak.

"Say my name and I'll let you cum." Rooster purred to her as he drove his hips into her.

"Rooster please let me cum!" Skylar begged.

"That's not my name princess. He retorted.

"Bradley... please!" She cried out again.

Rooster gave a disapproving tsk as his finger began to circle her clit. "Still not the name I'm looking for Baby Girl.

In the back of mind Skylar knew what he wanted her to say, but she was trying so hard not to break.

"Lieutenant Commader Bradshaw, please sir let me cum!" She panted. God she was so close, yet so far away.

Rooster's larger hand snapped forward and wrapped around her throat. He leaned down close to her. "Skylar, you know who I am, you know who the only person is that can make you feel this good, quit being a brat and just say it." He whispered in her her.

Skylar couldn't fight it anymore. She knew he was right.

"Daddy!" She screamed. "Daddy, please, please, please let me cum.

"Good Girl." Rooster praised her. He pushed one of her legs over his shoulder and quickened his pace. He was relentless against.

"YesDaddyYesYesYes!" Skylar babbled out as her orgasam slammed into her. Bradley fucked her through it before following suit, spilling hot and deep into her.

His body collapsed on top of her.

He rolled over onto his side as to not crush her with his weight.

Rooster pulled Raven onto his chest. They both lay there sweaty and panting.

Neither of them spoke. The only other sound in the room was their breathing and their erratic heart beats.

They both looked at each other for a moment before Skylar sat up and spoke.

"I'm sorry I hid the truth from you all these years. I never wanted to hurt you Bradley, because I do love you. I spent so much of my life not knowing who part of me was. I felt like I always had to to prove myself. I lost sight of what was important."

"I'm sorry too Sky. We were kids back when flight school ended. I was just afraidlosing you. Everyone I ever loved I lost. I was scared of that happening, and I came on too strong, and I pushed you away. I lost you." Rooster spoke.

"I think we both made some mistakes. I think we both have regrets, but I'm willing to try again... if you are." Skylar looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah. I'd like that too." Rooster replied before kissing her.

Their sweet moment was short lived thanks to a knock on Rooster's door.

"Rooster, Raven, I know you two are in there, both of your cars are in the driveway. Can I please come in?" Maverick called to them.

An oh shit look crossed both of their faces as the two pilots scrambled to get their clothes back on.

"Just a minute Mav!" Rooster called out to him.

"Shit!" Raven cries as she caught sight of herself in the mirror in his living room. Right above her collar was a red mark, a piece of evidence of their encounter.

"Um... go to the bathroom and see I have some bandaids to cover it up?" Rooster suggested as she looked to him for advice.

Skylar quickly ran out of the room while Bradley attempted to hide any trace of the sex he and Raven had just had.

Now that Maverick knew he was her father, he didn't want to get on his bad side.

He opened the door. "Hey Maverick." He greeted him nervously.

"Hi Rooster. Is Raven here?" Maverick asked taking a skeptical step in.

"Yeah she is in the bathroom." Rooster replied scratching his next. Moments later Raven emerged.

"Oh hey Mav—Da—um" She trailed off honestly not sure what to call him.

"Hi Raven." He greeted her. Raven went and stood next to Rooster. Both of them with nervous grins on their faces.

"So I take it you two worked everything out?" Maverick asked looking between them.

"Yes Sir, we sure did." Rooster answered quickly.

"I see." Maverick responded. "So... you're good? Everything okay? Nothing I should be worried about?

"No sir, everything is fine." Raven smiled.

"Okay, well... I'll see you on Monday then." Maverick stated before walking out the door.

Both Rooster and Raven took a deep breath before Rooster's phone pinged.

The blood drained from his face after reading the message.

"What does it say?" Raven asked. Rooster turned the phone to her unable to speak

Maverick: Rooster, just a reminder that any...marks... visible in uniform can result in a citation for destruction of government property. I don't care what you and Raven do, just be safe and smart about it.

Raven turned red as a beet once she read the message. She then looked at Bradley and saw the exact mark her father and texted him about.

"Well... its a good thing we have the weekend off!" She laughed before kissing him.

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