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Chapter 3: Moby Dick

Captain Azriel and chief stew Gwyn are both employed at superyacht Velaris. Four years ago they shared one passionate night and one cold morning when Gwyn woke up to an empty bed and even emptier promises. Will the past catch up with them?

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This chapter has protective Nesta, so much fluff and smut with a teensy bit of angst. It's very NSFW.

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TW: mention of past death, and past physical abuse.

Gwyn POV

“Rise and shine!” Nesta said from the bottom bunk.

“Where were you last night?” The stern voice inquired as she slowly made her way out of the enclosed space.

Nesta was always too observant and smart. Sometimes it was nice- she never forgot a birthday and she always knew when to ask her how her day was. Other times- like now- it was incredibly annoying. Could she smell his scent on her? Would she bring it up- Gods, she hoped not.

Nesta was her best friend but she could be harsh sometimes. A lecture was bound to happen and she could already see it play out in her mind, questions like ‘What were you thinking, somebody could report Azriel for unethical conduct, or preferential treatment. You will never get a job as chief stew again. Everybody will think you got to the position you worked so hard for through sex.’

The worst part was that she was right. Rumors circulated at an alarming rate in the yachting industry. Stories about romances between captains and one of their crew didn’t make the cut often, but when it did, it was the talk of the year.

Especially when the crew member was female and the captain male. Somehow the female was always shunned from opportunities, and the male would be given a slap on the wrist.

Diversity was an even worse issue. All her previous captains were white, old, and male.

The yachting world was and probably would always remain a man’s world. Emerie could attest to that. The stereotypes that women couldn’t handle their own on deck, or that they were too weak, were still ingrained in most of their minds.

The worry was in the back of her mind, and she would think about how to best handle everything.

She would.

But not at this ungodly hour, and certainly not before she had the conversation with Azriel.

“It’s 5 a.m. Nesta.” She groaned in annoyance.

“Let me go back to bed in peeeaaaaceeee.”

After she slept in Azriel’s arms for a couple of hours, she forced herself out of his strong embrace.

He wouldn’t let her go, as demonstrated by the guttural groans urging her to stay.

Despite his affectionate protests, she held firm whispering “I have to go… you know how fast rumors spread.”

“It’s a death sentence to sleep with your captain” she added, still half asleep herself.

During the night, Shadow seemed to have wandered back into the bedroom. The little snores let Gwyn know she was fast asleep on the end of the bed. Her heart warmed at the sight. Maybe it should have felt like Gwyn was intruding on an intimate ritual the two had built up over the years, but she strangely felt part of the little gathering- it felt almost like a family.

She slowly turned around to face him, trying not to wake Shadow up, as she whispered into his ear “I need to get back.”

Lies in the form of worries often entered her brain, she was well aware, but this was not one of them “I just made chief stew and I don’t want people to think I slept my way to the top.”

His eyes opened with genuine concern, as if he hadn’t thought about it but quickly started to share the same worries.

Slightly defeated and with a hoarse morning voice he murmured “You’re right.”

“Five more minutes.” He begged in an almost whiney voice.

She rolled her eyes lovingly and rested her head on his neck.

With a skilled motion, she pulled herself flush to his body and wrapped her legs around his. His skin felt rough and the thick hairs on his legs felt like hugging a teddy bear. She rubbed her legs up and down his in a tantalizing motion. There were practical reasons- he was a furnace and she could use some of his warmth- and some selfish reasons.

The distinctly Azriel smell was concentrated in his neck and she had straight access to it in this position. With a soft and definitely not creepy inhale, she tried to memorize her favorite smell in the world, night-chilled mist, and cedar, as stated on the package she read yesterday. But also something distinctly Azriel, and especially addictive.

They stayed like that for exactly five more minutes before she pushed herself off him. Strong arms pulled her immediately back in to give her one last deep kiss. His tongue just left her mouth when she forgot all about her previous plan of action, until he teasingly said “Go on, get out.”

“Asshole.” She laughed as she hit him affectionally in his broad chest.

Then she reached for his cock underneath the bedsheets and felt she had the same effect on him.

“Good luck with that.” She said with a smirk, as she made her way out of the warmth of his bed and body, and stepped into the cold in search of her scattered clothes.

His black shirt she was currently wearing, looked like a tent on her. She should give it back and return to her room in her own clothes before anybody got their hands on proof of their ‘interactions’.

…But his scent still lingered on the obsidian cotton, and her suitcase was still missing. It contained the one item she was truly sad she lost- the t-shirt that he left in the hotel room four years ago.

Her contemplation was interrupted by two burning eyes on her.

Game on.

Slowly she removed the last layer of clothing to show more and more of her naked skin, teasing everything he could not have.

Not this morning.

When she scrunched the black fabric in her hand, she tossed it on the floor in a performative fuck you.

Then, after a very slow turn, she found him sitting upright in bed with eyes as big as saucers and hunger like a deer in heat.

Slowly, she traced a finger up her leg towards her core where she lingered a bit too long in a fake show of contemplation. Would she touch her very sensitive bundle of nerves, or continue the search for that center of pleasure Azriel found last night?

Determinedly she rubbed her clit with one hand when she moved her other hand to rub slow circles on her nipples. She made sure to alternate between tenderness and soft scrapes of her nails, together with the building pleasure from her core electricity spread through her body.

Time to kick it up a notch.

Teal eyes found hazel ones in an instant when she moved the finger she used for her clit, towards her mouth.

One of the mental notes she made last night already proved advantageous.

With one “fuck” he jumped out of bed at the sight of her wet fingers in her mouth. Within a few steps, he found her and pushed her against the wall next to the door.

His huge scarred hand shielded her head so she didn’t feel the impact of the hard thud from the aggressive move.

What followed was a kiss with all the desire she could already feel pressed against her stomach.

“You’re killing me, Gwyn.” He groaned into her mouth.

“How am I supposed to get work done with you around?” his low voice pleaded.

Honestly, she was wondering the same thing. Men in uniform always had a certain appeal, but Azriel in his captain’s suit, was on a different level- absolutely devastating.

“Better find a way, captain.” She purred into his ear.

Another observation she made yesterday night was the effect the word had on him.

“Don't make me punish you.” He demanded as he bit her lip.

The corners of her mouth lifted at the sudden aggression when she demanded “Make me, captain.” She made sure to drag out the last word, to really emphasize how much she wanted to see him lose control.

It was as if a final barrier unleashed with her challenging words when he moved towards her with a hunger she had never seen before.

One of his scarred hands moved towards her neck, which he grabbed with a soft aggression that sent electricity straight to her core.

The space between them was too much to take.

Her hands moved to his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him in closer.

His mouth found hers immediately and he kissed her with so much passion she needed his cock inside her like she needed the air to breathe.

Her whole body dissolved at the pleasure his tongue gave her and she started to melt into his arms again.

In a desperate attempt to return the aggression, she bit his lip, which she did not ease with the swipe of her tongue.

In return, he nuzzled his nose against hers, and the sudden softness made her breath hitch.

The eye contact overwhelmed her in a way that made her unsure of what to do.

Luckily he was determined for the both of them.

He moved all of his attention to her neck, where he placed hot kisses down her skin, and lavishly sucked on them.

Already backing away from his advances she demanded “Not too hard, you’ll leave a mark!”

“What if I want everybody to know you’re mine?” he growled into her ear.

Sneaky asshole.

“Then find another way. You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

He laughed into her hair. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”

Quickly she crossed her arms when she ordered “No I’m not.”

“See!” he chuckled.

In a defensive attempt to distract him, she moved her hands in front of her face- which she was sure matched her hair color.

Calloused hands softly moved her hands back from her face as he urged “Never do that.”

The confusion must have shone through her eyes as he quickly clarified, “…hide yourself from me.”

The confession sent an emotion down her spine that she wasn’t familiar with. His words held so much care and understanding, she didn’t know what to say.

Until she said, “Fuck me, Azriel.”

The words flew out of her mouth, which she quickly covered with her hands again.

Then she remembered his words, accompanied by his raised eyebrows and judging hazel eyes. Slowly she lowered her hands to rest next to her legs, as if she was a chided schoolgirl.

Then she realized she wasn’t even supposed to be here, so she said “I don’t want our first time having sex in four years to be quick.”

There was that smirk again, “Who said anything about being quick?”

“Azriellllll, you know I can’t stay here. Even if you weren’t off limits, I have work to do. I need to instruct Poppy and get started on the table. I don’t even want to think about the guests who could already be awake.”

Her eyes grew big as she whispered, “What if Nesta is awake?”

One of his thick fingers moved to her mouth when he whispered “You better leave now because I don’t know if I can stop once we start” into her ear.

The words send a shiver of electricity down her spine.

Half of her wanted to stay and let the consequences be damned. The other half knew this walk of shame carried a little bit more shame and consequences than a usual fuck.

Her concern quickly worsened, when a knock on the door made her stumble into his muscular body.

With one swift movement, he lifted her behind him, sheltering her with his enormous body from whoever was about to enter.

“Enter” Azriel ordered with an authority she hoped to experience under different circumstances.

The door opened with a force that made her jump into Azriel’s body again. To his praise, he didn’t move a muscle.

“What is it Bernabé?” he urged.

“What is so important that you need to wake me up at 3 a.m.?”

Gwyn hoped he wouldn’t wonder which superhuman speed Azriel possessed to be able to answer the door so quickly.

Another quiet thanks to the Gods that he was wearing his black sweatpants because she was standing completely naked behind him.

Apparently, Bernabé didn’t, he was much too preoccupied with his respect for authority, and pissing off said authority by having to wake him up. “It’s the guests. Sir.” Bernabé uttered in a waterfall of words. “They are in the bridge.”

Shit shit shit.

How much had they heard?

Azriel’s quarters were located directly behind the bridge and Gwyn wasn’t the quietest person in bed, it was a blessing and a curse.

Right now it leaned more toward a curse.

“I’ll handle it. Go back to anchor watch.” Azriel ordered with that same calm tone.

How was he not freaking out right now?

With a strange salute, Bernabé left Azriel’s bedroom and his shoulders immediately relaxed at the presence of only the two of them.

“Azriel” Gwyn started. But he was faster “I know.”

One hand moved to cup her right cheek, as he slowly rubbed circles into the freckled skin “I don’t regret anything you, hear me?”

His eyes reflected so much affection it took her back a bit, especially when he declared “We’ll deal with whatever comes together.”

He placed one kiss on top of her forehead, and whispered into her ear “Okay?”

Those words and actions brought her back from her panic, as she answered with a small smile “Okay.”

“Okay,” he answered again. Then he picked up the clothes that were still scattered around the large room and dressed her piece by piece. First her underwear, then her white shorts and top. All the tension left her too warm for the cardigan, so she carried it in one hand with her.

Then he placed one last kiss on her cheek, as he took her other hand and cajoled her to the back of the room.

How had she not noticed the door there?

As they walked out of the door, he calmly informed her “I’ll take you to the hallway that leads to your quarters, tomorrow we’ll talk about it. I promise.”

Gwyn took one deep breath, as she whispered “Okay.”

Not totally convinced, he took her delicate hand in his again and reassured her “Nothing is going to happen Gwyn. I won’t let it.” His hazel eyes contained as much anger as reassurance.

A forced smile appeared on her face when she answered “Tomorrow.” And wondered how many naïve stews believed their captains only to lose their jobs.

But this was not just another captain, and she was not just another stew.

It was Azriel.

The words became her mantra when she tried her best to not make any noise to hoist her tired body into the top bunkbed, repeating Azriel until her mind knew what her body already experienced. She could trust Azriel.

Azriel POV

This was not good.

Quick, quiet steps took him back to the bridge where one of the guests was. On the short walk that felt like an eternity, he formulated a plan of action in his mind. He needed to assess how much they knew, and how much they heard, and act based on that information. Maybe they didn’t know anything, and even if they heard, nobody saw her.

He made sure of it.

Gwyn could not lose her job, he would go to the ends of the earth to prevent that from happening. Right now, he only needed to go to the bridge and do something he despised more than anything.

Talk to the guests.

As he entered the space, he was greeted by a still-drunk primary charter guest, Ava Thomas.

“Good evening captain” she purred into the empty space.

His title from Gwyn’s lips made his heart beat faster, to the point where it all moved directly to his cock. The word from Ava’s mouth, made him want to take a shower.

“Or should I say good morning?” She quickly added, as she strode over to where he was standing, next to the door with as much distance between them as possible in the small space.

If there was one thing he learned in all of his years in the yachting world, it was do. not. engage.

The only action he could take was a polite smile, whilst he moved aside to guide her out of the precarious situation they both found themselves in.

“Did you get… get… a nice sleep?” her words became more slurred as time went on.

Was that a glass of champagne next to his books?

“I did, thank you for asking. Let’s make sure you get the same.” One hand moved to her back, as he opened the door and gently but assuredly pushed her towards the guests’ quarters.

“I wonder how… got sleep. With all of those noises.” She stammered into the railing next to the hallway they currently walked through.

SHIT.

She heard.

But nobody knew it was Gwyn, and he would make sure nobody ever would.

He wasn’t proud of his next words, but necessity trumped dignity, especially when it came to Gwyn.

“I’m not sure what you’ve heard, Ava, but I’ve noticed quite some drinks, everything will look different in the morning.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” He ordered, under the disguise of a suggestion.

After many stumbles, inappropriate touches, and questions, Azriel couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh when he safely returned the nosy primary guest to her suite.

On his way back to the bridge, he encountered Bernabé again, who asked “Are you okay, captain?”

Without looking at his face, he responded “Yes, everything’s handled.”

And he prayed to all the Gods that never listened, that he was speaking the truth.

Mornings became one of his favorite parts of the day. That one small frame of time where Gwyn would bring him coffee and his breakfast.

When the day did not surround around the charter guests, but only them.

As she deposited the smoldering hot black coffee on the table, he leaned forward a bit to breathe in her distinctly Gwyn smell of moonflower, juniper, and vanilla.

He didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes until she slapped him on his chest.

“What did I say about being discrete?” she demanded with a stern look he already fantasized about.

“Why don’t you sit next to me and remind me?” he suggested whilst he patted the empty space next to him on the couch.

With one look around the space, she felt reassured in her risk, when she sat down next to him.

They were so close, but not close enough.

Never close enough.

Would his body ever get used to her nearness? Would his heart ever beat a steady rhythm in her presence? Would his breath hitch every time he saw her?

With one soft touch of his hand, he moved one of her loose strands of hair behind her ear.

It allowed him to whisper in her ear “I send all the deckhands to clean the deck. Nobody will be here for the next fifteen minutes.”

That beautiful radiant smile spread across her face as she said “Let’s make the best of it.”

Without thinking he moved closer to where she sat.

Their legs were close enough to touch.

Neither wore shoes, and he took the opportunity to caress her small foot with his larger one.

At first, she backed away at the sudden contact, before she leaned in, and joined the lingering touches.

Starting with her hand that roved over his wrist, and slowly moved its electric touches upward, to end on his sharp jawline, where she spread her featherlight touches up and down.

His hand focused on her exposed legs, with one finger he traced the freckles that showed themselves under the blue skirt of her service uniform.

That tight white blouse always looked good on her, but right now he wished it was anywhere but on her body.

Slowly, his hand moved up towards her inner thigh, when he grabbed it powerfully and used the motion to pull her even closer to his body.

Gwyn, as if reading his mind, moved to straddle his lap in one swift movement. Her lithe body fit perfectly between the table and the bench.

Her mouth found him in an instant.

Before they continued, he paused to move the still-smoldering cup of coffee out of her way. He loved her clumsiness, but there was no need to have two burn victims in this relationship.

Relationship.

He hadn’t been in one of those in… four years.

He didn’t see the appeal.

If he wanted a fuck, he had his people. If he wanted companionship he had his brothers. If he needed someone to talk to, which was rare, he had Shadow.

It was enough, his job, his friends, his boat.

Until now.

Before he could open his mouth, Gwyn moved her hips over his groin in a way that made him shut up completely.

His head fell back onto the back of the bench in pure pleasure. Every roll of her hips sent him closer to that dangerous edge.

And then there were her small, tantalizing moans.

He used all of his mental strength to keep him from coming then and there. H he repeated the same words like a wish upon the stars, begging not to come, grandmas, police cars, loud talking people.

No thought could keep the bulge in his point from growing.

Much to Gwyn’s delight, who warmed his ear with the torturing words “And this is with clothes on. Imagine what it will be like without.”

A harsh nibble and a lick on his earlobe signaled the end of his torture, as she slowly moved off his lap, and retook her position next to the table.

A couple of seconds later, when he rediscovered his ability to talk, he responded “You have no idea what I fantasize about, Gwyn.”

There was that smirk he loved so much when she said “Why don’t you tell me about it.”

A knock on the door put both bodies back on earth.

With one swift movement, he readjusted the obvious proof of Gwyn’s hold over him, as he answered in a strained voice “Come in”.

“We’re finished captain, I’m going to prepare for guest departure,” Lazarus said with a questioning look in his eyes.

Gwyn was already almost out of the door before she said, “Enjoy your breakfast, captain.”

Evil woman.

Maybe he should head back into his quarters to deal with whatever was preventing him from walking.

“We’ll dock in one hour, prepare the crew.” He ordered Lazarus in a way he hoped was more authoritative than he felt.

All crew was lined up on the aft deck to say goodbye to the guests. Azriel stood near the exit with Gwyn next to him, and then Nesta, Lazarus, Mor, Bernabé, Benny, and Poppy.

The docking went well, but not as smooth as Azriel needed.

He would instruct Lazarus to drill the deck team with practice after Ava and her friends left.

Slowly the guests made their way towards the sunlit deck where they were all waiting for them.

“We hope you had a nice time on the Verlaris,” Gwyn said in that endearing way of hers and he couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips. He could swear he saw Nesta raise her eyebrows at the sight, so he quickly dropped the corners of his mouth.

Ava answered the non-question with, “Not as much as that lady in the captains’ room last night.”

Every crew member looked around, inspecting each other’s faces for any clue about the missing information.

He could see Gwyn’s face redden, and he hoped with every bone in his body no one would look too closely.

Do.not.engage.

Azriel broke the lingering silence by saying more loudly than usual, “Thank you for staying with us, ladies.” As he urged them off his boat.

“A token of our appreciation,” Ava said as she handed him the thick envelope with a hand that lingered on his arm too long.

When all the women left the boat, Azriel urged everybody back to work, hoping to remove the conversation by removing the people from the situation, “Everybody change into your blue shirts, tip meeting in thirty minutes.”

It was the universal order to clean up the boat before everybody could go out for a crew night out.

One hesitant glance towards Gwyn hopefully conveyed everything his words or touch couldn’t, ‘We’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Everything will be okay’.

The corners of her mouth slightly lifted, but her teal eyes didn’t hold any of the light he usually found in her glances.

Gwyn POV

“You fucked Azriel” Nesta whisper yelled in that distinct way of hers.

She hated lying to her best friend, even if it could cost her her job, she wouldn’t start now, so she sat down on the bottom bunk, and held her hands in front of her eyes as she whispered “Yes.”

“HOW LONG?” Nesta demanded, in that stern way of hers, standing in front of Gwyn, simultaneously limiting her space to breathe and talk.

“…last night.”

“You know what people will say, Gwyn. You got-“

Gwyn interrupted her lecture, this whole conversation already played on repeat in her mind, so she might as well put it to use, “Chief stew. Everybody will think I fucked my way to the top, and he will be praised and I will be lucky to get hired again.”

In a slightly lower voice, she admitted “I know, Nesta.”

“So why risk it?” the bed suddenly shifted, as another weight sat down next to her. Slowly she uncovered her eyes, and saw her best friend wrapping her up in a tight hug as she quietly said “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I…” she couldn’t finish the words. Not yet. But Nesta knew, so she added “If he does hurt you, I will kill him.” The only thing that missed in her promise was a makeshift slash of her throat.

A shiver ran up Gwyn’s back, she knew there was some truth to that statement.

“Thank you?”

“Just be careful, okay?” Nesta said with a vulnerability that was rare to see in her friend.

Gwyn knew caution had no place in passion, not in theirs, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind would always be primarily focused on them, on him. Worries still existed, but priorities didn’t.

Every time she was with him, the outside world ceased to exist, their bubble was the only piece in the universe that remained. It worried her, almost as much as it thrilled her.

But right now she meant it when she said “I will, I promise.” Right now she existed outside of their bubble of passion and desire and remained firm in the world of consequence and reality.

The rest of the day continued in a haze of cleaning and instructing Poppy.

Mor was the perfect second stew, there was a synergy between them, a harmony of silent communication and shared expertise.

It gave Gwyn a sense of relief and confidence. This way she could guide Poppy the way she needed to without having to worry about another stew.

At the tip meeting, Azriel informed them of Ava’s generous tip of 20,000 dollars.

Not bad for their first charter, not bad at all.

It was almost worth her remarks that put her entire career in jeopardy.

“Good job on your first charter. There is room to grow, and we will work on that.”

“Enjoy your evening everybody.”

Gwyn could see a couple of knowing glances shared between Bernabé and Lazarus, which Nesta clocked too.

The good friend that she was, Nesta squeezed her leg reassuringly, before she gave one levelling look to Lazarus. She knew plenty of men who turned the other way with one of those looks, credit to Lazarus that he didn’t back down when he said “What did that lady mean, captain?”

Azriel seized him up, working that smart brain of his, thinking of the best way to handle the situation.

“Are you asking me if I had a woman in my room yesterday, Lazarus?” He finally answered, sitting back in his chair in a show of ease and confidence.

Gwyn on the other hand felt powerless, if she was too defensive, it would become immediately clear it was her. The only way forward was to not do anything at all, she hated it with every fibbed in her being.

Even though she wanted to wipe that look off Lazarus’ face, this was not the way. She needed to trust Azriel like he said she could.

“It was just a strange thing to say, captain,” Lazarus responded, not backing down.

But Azriel didn’t back down either, “She was on the bridge, last night, completely drunk. I escorted her back to her room.”

“Any other questions?” Azriel asked the room, looking at each crew member, lingering just a little bit longer when his hazel eyes met hers, and seemed to say, ‘I’m here for you’.

A little bit of air found its way into her throat again.

“No” a couple of voices responded.

“Very well, you’re dismissed.” He ordered the crew, as he walked away.

Nesta grabbed her hand and squeezed it as she said “Let’s get this party started.”

Mor and Poppy were still getting ready, when everybody else started to get drunk in the crew mass. Gwyn put on a little bit of mascara, some pink rouge, and lip balm. Her long copper-brown hair fell to her waist, hiding the back of the emerald dress she was wearing. Flowers spanned the entire front, stopping just below the cups that barely held her breasts. She felt confident and beautiful.

Gwyn used the distraction to slip into Azriel’s quarters.

“That was close.” She said as she spotted the familiar black hair and stubble.

Two slender hands moved to rub his muscular shoulders which seemed to carry all the worries of the world.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” The sentence seemed to have left his mouth quicker than he liked. But he stuck with it as he turned around and added “You and me, I’ll cook.”

Before she could answer he placed one hungry kiss on her lips, devouring her as if he hadn’t seen her in years. All worries left at the sudden passion taking over every nerve ending.

Her body was screaming YES, but her mind said, “We’re having dinner with the crew, if I’m the only person missing they’ll know.”

Azriel smiled, “Nesta is also leaving. Cassian and her are having dinner in the city tonight.”

Nesta.

“She knows” Gwyn confessed with unsure eyes. She preached for secrecy and within a day she already spilled everything to her best friend.

Azriel remained silent for longer than she would’ve wanted. Did he think she was a hypocrite? Did he not trust her anymore?

One hand moved to cup her face as he said “She would’ve found out eventually. Don’t worry about it.”

Most of the tension left her body as she leaned into the comfort of his hand.

“If you tell Cassian before they are going to dinner, at least they’ll have something to talk about.” She joked.

With a smile, he said, “I’ll do that.”

His hand left her cheek, as he took her hand to place a quick kiss on it before he instructed “Meet me here at eight.”

Her stomach sank, “Where are we going?” She hated surprises. She loved being in control, and surprises were the opposite of control- they were sweaty palms and the possibility of disappointment.

“Trust me, Gwyn.” He said with that knowing smirk of his.

Trust was worthless without action, so she meant it when she said “It better be good.”

Gwyn joined the rest for pre-drinks in the crew mass, when she declared “I’m skipping dinner, I have a date!”

Mor poked her side excitedly as she bombarded her with questions, “Who is it, how did you two meet, is it one of the charter guests, and where are you going?”

There was something about Mor that made her want to tell the truth, so she did, mostly “Someone I met four years ago, on a ship, no, and it’s a” she shivered as the next word left her lips “surprise.”

“How exciting!” Mor exclaimed.

Gwyn forced a smile on her lips, which didn’t travel to her eyes, as she replied through forced teeth “Yes.”

Honks of taxicabs could be heard, and everybody slowly trickled down to the docks. Mor urged her to join, to which she told another mostly truth “I’m just going to have one more drink… to ease my nerves.”

“Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” she said with a smile, as she danced down to the docks to one of the taxi vans.

“You too!” Gwyn yelled back.

Why was she nervous? She had this man’s cock in her mouth last night, and she slept next to him, somehow this felt even more intimate.

After downing one of those disgusting espresso martini’s Mor got everybody to drink, she garnered as much confidence as she could, before she headed towards the bridge.

His giant body was already waiting in the door opening, where the light of the setting sun illuminated his features in an ethereal way. Gwyn was happy to see he also dressed up for the occasion, which meant she didn’t misjudge the situation.

Tonight he wore a black dress shirt that barely fit his bulging arms. Swirling tattoos made a small appearance under his rolled-up sleeves. His black pants fit his sculpted body so perfectly, that she couldn’t wait for him to turn around.

When she almost reached him, he stammered “You look… Gwyn… you look-”

A smile spread across her face, she loved it when he got like this. The male nobody else got to see except for her. Not the captain with unwavering authority and calmness, but the Azriel who stumbled with words because of her.

He tried again “You look stunning. You are stunning. I have never-“

Her whole body warmed at the look he gave her, at the words he dedicated to her. At the hungry touches roving over her body.

First, a thick finger up her arm, tracing all her freckles. Then the tight fabric on her chest, and all the freckles that were spread across it.

One finger moved under her chin, which he forced up to meet his hazel eyes, when he said with an affection that made her breath catch in her throat “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

She couldn’t help herself as she jumped on her tiptoes to kiss him with all the passion and affection she felt.

Two of his muscular arms moved to her behind, which he grabbed possessively to push her flush with his body.

The kisses started chaste when she explored his strong jawline, his beautiful nose, and his high cheekbones.

Then she moved back to his mouth, one stroke of her tongue let him know her desire, and his mouth opening showed her his.

The kiss was long and deep. The closeness was overwhelming, and she got completely lost in the sensation.

In one move, he cupped her behind, and lifted her up against him, never stopping the kiss.

The strong muscular captain slowly and skillfully carried her across the threshold, into the bridge.

When she opened her eyes to assess the new situation, she finally saw the surprise.

A candlelit dinner.

He set up the table in a style that reminded her of an Italian restaurant. A red dinner cloth with squares laid on top of the metal table.

White plates, perfectly set, divided the table into two.

She would ask him later where he learned to do that. First, she asked, “You did this for me?”

Because she was still in his arms, he leaned back a little to look into her eyes to say, “Yes. I told you I’m a romantic.”

“Nobody has ever done anything like this for me.” She confessed.

“Better get used to it, love.” He reassured her.

Would she ever get used to that nickname?

She hoped not, she loved the warmth that spread throughout her at the mention of the single word.

Against her mouth, he said with a smile “Dinner is getting cold.”

“YOU ALREADY COOKED?” She practically screamed.

“I hope you like spaghetti.”

If Gwyn didn’t know any better she would swear she saw some nerves behind that calm exterior.

It looked absolutely delicious, and it was her favorite dish, how did he know?

“It‘s my mom’s recipe. It’s one of the first things she taught me.” He answered the question in her mind.

“Thank you for doing this, Azriel, it looks amazing.”

One hand moved to his cheek when he placed his hand on hers. They stood there for a while before he reminded her “Let’s eat.”

One of the chairs from the dining room was waiting for her across the table, which he moved back like a proper gentleman.

She waited for him to take his place across from her on the bench before she said “Enjoy!” and quickly dug into the deliciousness that stood in front of her.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

The first bite already showed her that his talents extended his captaincy and the bedroom.

Her look of surprise must have shown because he interrupted the silence by proclaiming “Like I said there is much you don’t know about me.”

She smiled and replied, “You weren’t kidding.”

“It’s delicious.” She confessed as she caressed his grooved hand, not letting go of the connecting touch whilst she ate.

When she looked up from her plate, she saw her happiness reflected in his hazel eyes. But he wasn’t eating, he just watched her with so much affection in his eyes, an instinct urged her to blurt out, “Tell me more about your mother!”

An emotion she couldn’t quite identify replaced the precious light in his eyes when he replied “Her name is Adelphi Black.”

“…She met my dad when she was 18. They were in love.” Sadness crept into his hazel eyes, and his wrinkles seemed to become more noticeable at the mention of his dad. She already regretted the question, so she quickly reassured him “You don’t have to tell me.”

He smiled, and continued “Everything was fine until she found out he was already married and had two sons.”

“He wanted a mistress, but she wanted a future.”

His hazel eyes found her teal ones as he said “…she was pregnant. With me.” Gwyn’s breath caught, that was awful.

But not as horrible as when he said “My brothers. They did this to my hands. Both of them always hated me.”

“I was proof of their affair, of the disrespect towards their mother.”

He smiled again, but it was not out of joy, but out of disbelief when he said, “I’m surprised you want to touch them. Most people are disgusted by them.”

She never really thought about it. Sure, when she first saw them she wondered how they came to be, but it was always curiosity, never morbidity.

As she considered his words, she realized, “They have always been a part of you, just like your black hair. Your eyes. Your absolutely humongous build, they are all Azriel. And I-“

“-I like everything about you Azriel.” She wasn’t ready to confess what she really felt. For now, it could stay inside, to continue illuminating that part of her that grew every time she was near him- in her thoughts or his presence.

With one move, she lifted his scarred hands to her lips, which she softly kissed, one groove at a time. Her eyes never left his, and she hoped with all her heart the gesture and her gaze could convey what her mouth was not ready to.

With one squeeze of her hand, she let him know she was there for him. “Thank you for telling me. I’m so sorry.”

One squeeze of his hand told her me too.

“What about your mother?” He countered.

Her heart sank. Most people in her life knew what happened by now. It had been a while since she had to talk about one of her worst memories.

With one deep breath, she started, “My mom and twin were murdered.” When she looked into his eyes to see if she hadn’t scared him off, she saw more sadness in his eyes than when he told his own story.

“Sangravah, my hometown, was attacked a few years ago by religious zealots. Both of them were killed…

…It was just me from then on.”

His eyes carried a recognition she wished neither of them possessed. Most people didn’t know what to say when she told them the story, some people remained silent, others said how horrible it was, and one person even laughed.

Somehow nothing ever reassured her as much as his words, “I’m so sorry Gwyn.” Words she truly believed, maybe because of his own story, or because of the sincerity that shone through his eyes. To Gwyn’s surprise, a small part in that dark part of her soul seemed to heal at the mention of those words.

Minutes or hours could’ve passed, she couldn’t be sure, but another instinct took over when she grabbed his hand more forcefully and guided them outside of the bridge, into the open space. The soft evening wind brushed her bare skin, and the setting sun colored the sky in vibrant hues of orange and red.

Seagulls could be heard in the distance which mixed with the sounds of the crashing waves against the rocks.

With his hand firmly in hers, she led them both towards the docks. A short walk brought them to the beach that was hidden in an alcove behind the marina.

Neither of them put on shoes when they left the boat, and the freshness of the ocean water could be felt immediately when she guided them toward the clear sea.

Because of the secluded space and the time of day, nobody was at the beach except for them. Azriel didn’t speak a single word as she walked them both into the sea.

Each step drenched their clothes more, but neither of them cared.

Water had always been a way for her to cleanse, literally and metaphorically, but also to start anew. To wash away all worries, and thoughts. To let the rolling waves take away all stagnating beliefs.

When the water reached Azriel’s waist, she stopped across from him.

With one jump into his arms- which was easier on land than in the water- she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself closer to his body.

Two scarred hands held her tight.

Wind softly blew through Azriel’s obsidian strands and Gwyn couldn’t help herself, as her hands moved to join the wind.

Time seemed to still as their eyes found each other.

Breaking the silence, Azriel declared “I’m here now.”

And somehow those words were missing in her soul.

I’m here now.

A breath of connection swept throughout her body, cleansing everything that was, to make space for all that was meant to be.

Him and her.

A smile as big as the setting sun illuminated her face.

Home.

Azriel POV

He had never said those words to anybody, and he had never meant them more than he did at that moment.

Teal eyes pierced his soul.

All affection tuned into pure hunger at the sight of her kind eyes.

At the feel of her lithe body in his hands.

At the smell of moonflower, juniper, and vanilla.

The electric touch that send shivers down his spine.

The growing bulge against her core.

His lips found hers in an instant and pure passion overtook his body, at the taste of her lips.

One sweep of his tongue requested entrance hungrily.

She allowed him in and deepened the kiss.

“Hold on tight, love.” He urged her, he needed his hands to remove his shirt and he didn’t want her to fall into the water. Two strong legs answered his order, and in one swift movement, he pulled the black obstruction over his head.

A musical laugh could be heard before she asked “Where are you going to put that?”

Shit.

She was right. Although he didn’t really care about his clothes, he would hate for the sea to take away the art that graced Gwyn’s body.

Half-naked, he carried both of them- and his shirt- towards the beach.

With confident strides- that still took entirely too long- he brought them to the sandy expanse located right behind the sea.

One quick inspection revealed the perfect spot.

Hidden behind dunes and thick bushes, there was a small area where he skillfully placed his shirt as a makeshift blanket.

Slowly, he placed Gwyn on the ‘blanket’, whilst he undressed further until he was completely naked, and she could fully see the effect she had.

Gwyn looked at him whilst leaning back on her elbows, with crossed legs and enraptured eyes.

“Come here,” he said, changing positions so he sat on the shirt, and she could use him as a seat.

Two legs cradled his hips, where her body rested just behind his already hard cock.

He needed more of her.

One of his hands moved towards her back where one of his fingers traced a determinate path towards the bands of her dress. One by one, they dropped off her shoulders.

Wild hands found the zipper on her back and one strong pull undid her emerald shield.

With some effort on her part, she pulled down the cups covering her breasts, freeing them for his gaze.

The roving hands stopped as all thoughts left his mind.

Would he ever get used to her full breasts and how freckles even found a home there?

Suddenly her rosy nipples hardened, maybe it was the wind or his heady gaze. He didn’t care, all he cared about was the hypnotic sight in front of him.

One of his fingers rolled one of her nipples in his hands before his mouth eased the tantalizing pain with a languish suck. They were real.

A soft moan left her mouth at the sensation.

He almost didn’t hear the sound, if it didn’t directly travel to his cock.

The cock that she was now riding with rhythmic movements, as his hungry mouth explored her neck, shoulders, her breasts, and her mouth.

Their tongues danced in a rhythm set by their souls.

One of her hands moved to the back of his head, where she took his hair in her hands and softly pulled at the strands.

A shiver ran through every nerve ending in his body.

He kissed a line across her jawline, straight towards her ear, in which he groaned “You’re so gorgeous.” The passion overwhelmed him and he needed her to know the exact effect she had on him.

Pure desire pumped his body and he needed more. He pulled her small frame off his body, so he could take her dress off completely.

As he removed the last barrier between them, she was completely naked, because she wasn’t wearing any underwear?

“I can do surprises too.” She smirked.

When the last word left her mouth, she continued to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue in to meet his.

Her hips continued the riding movements, as his hands moved to cup her backside, guiding her in her pursuit.

She moaned his name when he took one of her nipples in his mouth again and sucked on it lavishly, hoping to share the pleasure that was building up in his body. Judging by the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, it was working.

His mouth swirled around the peaked nipple a couple of times before he gently scraped his teeth against it. She gripped his shoulders tight at the sensation, signaling a shared preference for pain mixed with pleasure.

He made sure to repeat the process on the other nipple before one of his fingers slowly traveled to her core.

He tried his hardest not to push his already hard cock against her, but all her moans and whimpers didn’t help the growing problem.

A quick look in her teal eyes scanned for any sign of displeasure, but all he could see was pure pleasure and anticipation. As his finger found his goal, he confidently asserted “You’re already so wet for me, love.”

With one strong movement, one of his thick fingers moved inside her already wet core to slowly pump in and out.

With another finger, he rhythmically rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her head fell back in a show of pure ecstasy, an opportunity Azriel took with both hands, as he licked his way up her neck towards her mouth.

He would gladly take all the moans and whimpers into his mouth as she moaned “more.”

His smirk answered her request.

As did his extra finger.

She was so tight around his double digits. He mumbled “fuck” into the open air. He remembered her worry about whether his cock would fit. For a second he shared her concern until he gently ordered “Relax, love”, with a soft kiss against her neck.

Immediately she relaxed into his body and around his fingers.

Slowly he pushed another finger into her soaking core, keeping pace with the finger on the bundle of nerves.

Gwyn started rocking her hips at the same pace when she used his fingers to fuck herself whilst she moaned next to his ear, “That’s so good, Azriel.”

Did she position her head next to his ear on purpose, because the noise of her pleasure went straight to his cock. He needed to think of other things to keep him from coming on the spot.

Her spine arched in a way that made it almost difficult for Azriel to keep the same pace, but one slight readjustment fixed that.

He reveled in the sight before him, Gwyn utterly under his mercy, completely losing control. He wanted to see more.

Slowly, he removed one of his fingers. A soft whine escaped her throat at the loss of contact. “Trust me love.” He breathed into her ear.

Her inner walls clenched, before she relaxed around his exploring fingers, when she replied breathlessly, “I do, captain.”

That word did something to him, they sent a shiver straight down his back and his cock. He groaned, ordering himself not yet.

Expertly he curled two of his fingers hitting the spot that he knew would bring her release, and like last night, it had an immediate effect, as proven by her praise “Oh Azriel, that’s so good, there, right there.”

He knew she wanted to hear the words, and he wanted to be the one to say them, “Let go for me, love.”

The words of permission sent her over the edge, he could see the exact moment she felt that pleasure takeover of her body.

The sun was almost set, and her copper-brown hair matched the backdrop magically. Her coming undone was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Her piercing teal eyes closed to delight in the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. Two of his fingers worked her through her climax, his other arm wrapped around her, keeping her close as her body writhed on top of him.

When she finally opened her eyes again, they met in a moment of pure connection, and happiness washed over him.

He moved his fingers to his mouth to share in the bliss of the moment, and it was the best thing he ever tasted.

Her teal eyes never left him, as they watched curiously at the sight.

“You taste delicious Gwyn.” The emotion in her eyes changed to a look of pure hunger when she said “I want you, Azriel- all of you.”

In one swift move, he hooked one arm around her waist and moved her to lie flush beneath him.

He moved his head to rest next to her neck, where he brushed his nose over that spot he loved so much before he moved to her mouth, which he kissed with all the passion he felt consume his body. Their lips met with a shared hunger he had never felt before.

Both lips battled for dominance, which she won when she bit his lower lip and smiled into his mouth.

His nose moved towards hers, which he kissed differently by caressing it softly with his.

“Tell me when it’s too much.” He ordered whilst looking into her eyes to spot any sign of hesitation.

Two of her hands moved towards the back of his neck, when they pulled him down towards her, “fuck me, captain.”

His lips harshly contracted, pushing out a final breath before he lost all control and pushed his cock inside her already wet core.

He started slow, by softly pushing the tip into her contracting core. Assessing her eyes the entire time.

He bent one of her knees to rest next to her chest, she was fucking flexible. This angle allowed him to push in easier until half of his cock was inside of her.

Her other leg wrapped around his waist, pressing him into her even more.

“Does that feel okay?” He muttered with great difficulty.

It was proving more of a challenge to not completely lose control. He didn’t want to hurt her, but instinct told him to fuck her until neither of them could walk anymore.

“You feel… you- you feel so good Azriel.” She stammered as she clenched her inner walls around his cock.

His breath hitched, that felt amazing. Too amazing. He needed to focus, he couldn’t come, not yet.

“More- I need more.” Her lilting voice ordered.

Azriel was all too happy to comply. With all the self-control he could muster he slowly pushed even more until he was almost completely seated in her, when her eyes suddenly went wide.

“What is it?” He immediately asked.

Did he hurt her, he knew it was too much in one time. He really thought he could manage by preparing her, but maybe he misjudged the situation.

He already started to remove his cock, before she quickly took his ass with both hands to keep him firmly seated within her.

“Nobody ever hit that spot before. Not with their cock.” She said with some shock and awe in her voice. “Do it again.”

Relief washed over his body, “everything for you, love.” With one thrust he pushed himself into her until his shaft hit her core.

With one arm on her bent knee, he leaned the other arm right next to her head. Normally he avoided eye contact during sex. He never really got the point and preferred to focus only on the sensation.

Not now.

Not with her.

His hazel eyes never left her teal ones. If he wasn’t checking how she was doing, it was to keep the new form of intimacy open.

The one he never felt before but became addicted to- with her.

A smile grazed her face, and he knew she felt it too.

His hips slammed into her core, chasing the orgasm that was already so close. He couldn’t help himself anymore. “Are you close?” he asked almost desperately.

No way was he coming before her.

“I need more” she begged.

One scarred hand moved toward that bundle of nerves he knew held the answer. In a rhythmic movement that matched his thrusts, he felt her come undone,

With her eyes closed she exclaimed, “Yes yes yes.”

He wanted, no he needed to see her, “open your eyes, love.” With one more thrust, he found his wish reflected in her eyes- the most beautiful sight and his new addiction.

With a desperate kiss and even desperate thrusts, he chased his orgasm, until she grabbed his head in her small hands, and asked him “Let me see you.” The words were filled with so much affection he wasn’t used to, that warmth spread throughout his body.

“Come for me” she muttered into his ear before she licked his earlobe.

He was overwhelmed by that sensation, and with one more thrust, he came harder than he ever had in his life. His arms shook under the heaviness of his orgasm.

His thrusts did not slow down, as he continued to pump through his orgasm, completely emptying himself inside her.

After he came down to earth, he rested his head in the crook of her neck. With one arm he made sure he did not deposit all of his weight on her.

“That was-“ he attempted.

“I know.” She said whilst she caressed his hair with a loving touch. He was glad because words couldn’t describe what he felt either.

Then he realized, “Fuck Gwyn, I’m sorry.”

“Are you-“

She read his mind again when she said with a smile “I’m on birth control.”

The relief made him sink down next to her.

He already missed her closeness to his body. “Come here” he urged her, opening up his arm wide. She took the opportunity quickly when she rested her copper-brown hair on his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” Gwyn confessed into his shoulder, muffled by the expanse of his muscles. With one kiss into her hair, he admitted “Me neither.”

Together, they relished in the afterglow for as long as possible until the rustling of a bush disturbed their loving silence.

In one swift move, Azriel moved to cover Gwyn’s smaller frame from sight by shielding her with his much larger one.

“Who’s that” Gwyn’s hushed voice asked.

“I don’t know.” He said as he looked at the origin of the noise with laser focus.

In his mind, he already devised a plan. He could distract the onlooker with his naked frame long enough for Gwyn to put on his shirt and move behind him. He would quickly put on his pants, and handle the situation as it would unfold.

Familiar barks made him utilize the plan, but with a lot more happiness, as he rushed to welcome Shadow into the cocoon they found themselves in, and he was shocked to call home.

He tried his hardest to quiet that voice in the back of his head, that told him good things never last. He could enjoy this moment, as he looked at Gwyn dressed in his black shirt, playing with Shadow, he told himself, he would.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #acotar #a court of silver flames #ao3 fanfic #acotar alternate universe #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn acosf #gwynriel fic

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psychepng · 7 years

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i’m mad at you (for being so cute and changing my mood)

chapter 2: girl, i hope you’re sure what you’re looking for

(aka, the one where amy kind of deals with her feelings.)

WELP i finally updated!! special thanks to PROCRASTINATION for the chapter, because without procrastinating on my college essays, this thing probably wouldn’t even exist.

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The Monday morning after Amy Santiago realizes that she has feelings for Jake Peralta is the first Monday morning where he shows up to work earlier than her.

Amy arrives at twenty minutes earlier than she usually does, but Jake Peralta is already there. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his fingers are moving furiously across his laptop keyboard. He doesn’t notice Amy come in. However, despite him having his headphones in, Amy can hear the soft lilt of an old Taylor Swift song before she can sit down at her desk.

It takes exactly twenty-nine minutes for Jake to notice that Amy is sitting across from him.

(Amy pretends that it doesn’t sting a little.)

“Hey, Santiago. Didn’t see you come in,” Jake finally says, smiling at Amy while pulling his headphones out. “When did you get here?”

“Half an hour ago.”

“Wow, half an hour earlier than when you usually get here, and I still beat you.” Jake is beaming way too proudly, and Amy wants to kiss that smile off of his stupid face.

“Getting to work early is not a competition, Peralta.”

“It is if I won!” Jake exclaims.

“Whatever,” Amy says. “What are you doing here so early, anyways?”

“Uh, work?”

“It must be an important client if you’re awake before nine. Can I take a look?”

“No,” Jake says, closing his laptop screen. “It’s super confidential. I signed a confidentiality agreement and everything. I would tell you, but he wants to keep it on the down low.”

“Is it a celebrity or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Why are you being so dodgy today?”

“I’m handling a very important case for a celebrity, Amy! I can’t just talk about it to just anyone!” Jake’s voice raises to a slightly too loud for comfort level, and Amy decides not to press the subject any further.

“Fine. I won’t press it any longer.” Amy opens up her laptop and begins doing her own work.

At 10:15 a.m., she feels a rubber band ball hit her in the shoulder. She looks up and sees Jake’s stupid apologetic face, and she wants to kill him.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Jake says earnestly. “I didn’t want to offend you.”

“It’s okay,” Amy says. Jake takes a deep breath.

“So, have any plans for tonight?” Jake asks, his eyes moving up and down, taking in the pink dress that Amy is wearing.

“Yeah, it’s my friend Kylie’s birthday. I’m going out for drinks with her after work, and she wants to introduce me from one of her friends from work.”

“Okay. Cool cool cool cool cool. Where are you going?”

“Shaw’s, probably.”

“Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. Seems fun.“

“I hope it is fun. I haven’t met a good guy in a while.” Amy lies, trying to see how Jake will react to her statement. His expression doesn’t change. He’s still smiling.

“Well, I hope tonight’s the night.”

“Bad news, Luke can’t make it tonight. He has the flu,” Kylie says as she slide onto a barstool next to Amy’s.

“Oh, thank god,” Amy admits.

“Well that’s not a very nice way to greet your friend on her birthday, especially after she’s worked very hard to talk you up to a very good guy,” Kylie replies.

“Sorry,” Amy apologizes. “Happy birthday. Your present is in my car.”

“Thank for that late birthday wish. It means a lot to me,” Kylie says. “Now what’s wrong with you?”

“Work.” Amy offers meekly.

“Is it Jake again?” Kylie asks. “I swear to god, the next time he does some stupid shit I’m going right down to Cyrano and beating him up on your behalf.”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Amy assures. “Actually, I think I might have feelings for Jake.”

“You do not have feelings for Jake. You cannot have feelings for Jake. I refuse to let you fall in love with him.” Kylie says.

“I never said that I was in love with him,” Amy points out. “I just said that I was into him.”

“I don’t care what you said. You can’t be into him.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your best friend, and you complain about him almost every time we talk. If anything, you just need to hate-bang him to get this feeling out of your system.”

“Kylie, no.”

“Tell me, what made you fall for him in the first place, huh?”

“We were sitting in a car, making sure his friend was doing good on a date, and we started talking. He’s a lot more sensitive than I thought, and just… the way he looked in the lamplight. I don’t know. I can’t explain it.”

“I can. It wasn’t Jake, it was what you were doing,” Kylie says. “You fell in love with the moment, and you thought you were falling in love with the guy.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“Well, from my experience, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.” Kylie says, her eyes drifting to the jukebox in the corner of the bar, where a tall man nursing a drink had been looking in their direction.

“What, him? He’s a total stranger.” Amy argues.

“Exactly, it’s perfect.” Kylie replies.

“I am not doing this.” Amy says.

“Yes you are. It is my one birthday wish.” Kylie says. Cursing Kylie and Jake and everything about her life, Amy grabs her beer and begrudgingly walks over to the man by my jukebox.

“Hey, were you looking at me and my friend earlier?” Amy asks.

“Yeah, but I swear I wasn’t doing it in a creepy way,” the man says.

“I’m Amy.” Amy sticks her hand out for the man to shake. The man shakes her hand.

“I’m Teddy.”

“Nice to meet you, Teddy. So... do you come here often?”

“Nah, this isn’t my usual spot. I heard that this bar has great pilsners, and I wanted to scout a table before I bring my friends here for this bar’s trivia night.”

“You like trivia competitions?” Amy asks excitedly.

“I love them. I used to go to one at a bar a couple of blocks from here, but it closed down.”

“I’m sorry about that, but I assure you, you’ll love the one that have here, and not because my teammates and I are the reigning champions,” Amy brags. “Trivia Newton-John is nationally ranked.”

“Well, wait until you meet my team: John Trivia-olta.”

The next morning, Amy comes into work with a smile on her face.

“Wow. Fun time with Kylie and her work friend?” Jake asks as Amy sits down at her desk.

“Yes, but no. Kylie’s birthday was great, but her friend didn’t show up,” Amy says. “I did meet someone though. His name is Teddy. He’s a cop. He loves trivia competitions.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“He was really sweet. We’re going out for dinner on Wednesday.”

“I hope you two have fun. And remember to use protection.”

“God, can’t you be mature for just one minute?”

“Hey, that was being mature. Protection is what adults do.”

The first date with Teddy practically erases Jake from Amy’s mind. Teddy Wells is perfect. He’s mature, he’s organized, and he goes to the same grocery store that she does, though she has never noticed him. Teddy is the kind of person that Amy can imagine herself starting a future with a long way down the life.

Amy is not afraid of her feelings for Teddy. Instead, she looks to him at trivia nights. He claps for her when Trivia Newton-John gets a question right, even when John Trivia-olta is way, way down. She kisses him when her team wins again, and he tastes like pilsners and mint toothpaste.

It doesn’t take long for their things to begin appearing at each other’s places. Within two months, Amy is wearing Teddy’s shirts to sleep, even when he isn’t sleeping over, and she has a toothbrush at Teddy’s place.

Text Message. 6:32 a.m.

TEDDY: Hey thanks for all the help with talking to Amy.

JAKE: no problem. just doing my job…….. literally. btw ur one payment behind

TEDDY: i’ll get it to u ASAP. but things are going good now so i don’t think i’ll need u much longer

JAKE: okay great cool cool cool cool cool

Two months, Jake thinks to himself. The longest he’d ever worked with a client to make sure their relationship worked.

Teddy had come by the office one day when Amy was out at lunch, talking about a pretty girl with a perfect shopping list and saying that he’d do anything to be with her. Jake immediately took Teddy on as a client. He stayed on, even when Teddy began telling Jake everything he knew about the girl from the grocery store, even when Jake found out that the girl from the grocery store was Amy Santiago.

Two months of lying to Amy and telling her that he’d been working with a celebrity, when really he’d been coaching Teddy Wells and teaching him how to be interesting.

The hardest two months of Jake Peralta’s life, though he isn’t necessarily sure why.

#dicks out for teddy wells everybody!#peraltiago #jake x amy #otp: romantic stylez #b99 #nia's fics

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years

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Heads I Win/Tails You Lose

Summary: Silly sex games + Adam Sackler = Best date night ever?

A/N: What can I say. I love me some Sackler perversion. This is part of the LC universe for continuity but can be enjoyed as a one-shot.

This is an adult fic. 18+ only. Shameless smut. Enter at your own risk.

Words: 3.7k

“Heads,” he said, cocky and smirking, “No bra, no panties, and those tight pants I love.”

You had been playing this game since your first official ‘date.’ Adam had taken you to an arcade, won you a teddy bear, and flipped a coin for a blow job in the photo booth.

You still had the pictures.

“Tails,” you countered, knocking your knuckles on the kitchen island pensively, “MY panties and those tight pants I love. And you draw a heart on your dick.”

He chuckled, spinning the little gold coin around and around on the glossy counter top. You watched him, doing your best to keep a poker face because Adam could read you like a book. He could always tell when you needed a cuddle, a cup of tea, or a quick, hard fuck in the bathroom, any bathroom, the nearest bathroom.

All of which he was happy to supply.

“Deal.”

He flipped the coin high in the air and snapped his palm over it when it landed, inching it out to you so you could look first. He loved that you wanted to play his games, and he told you that he never wanted you to feel like he cheated, even though you suspected that fucking coin didn’t have a tails side.

You groaned and flipped off the shiny mascot head. Adam slunk around the island to crouch and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face between your pajama-clad breasts.

“Wait,” you pushed at his shoulder until he looked up, a smirk playing on his plump lips. “Double or nothing?”

He growled into your neck, intrigued, and stood up to fake glower at you, crossing his muscular arms, and pulling a mask of seriousness over his entertained features.

“Heads edging,” you licked your lips, playing out the idea of him leaking rivers as you tormented him, “Tails...uh...over-stim?”

Adam captured your mouth on a heated kiss, sucking at your lower lip and teasing your tongue out to play with his. You slid your arms around his neck to draw him down to your height, bowing his large frame towards you.

“Deal,” he said it against your lips, pushed you a step away, and flipped again.

You wailed, loud and dramatic.

“Fuck that fucking coin.”

“It's gonna be a long night for you, Little Cunt,” he crooned it against your temple, slapped your ass, and walked off.

Post gamble, there had been some argument over the shirt you wanted to wear because Adam wanted something clingy so he could see your bra-less tits bounce and wobble, and you wanted something flowy so nobody else could see that very thing.

Ultimately, you compromised on a light, white tank under a cute, button-up blue flannel that went so well with the dark blue tight pants he wanted. He bit your fingers when you tried to button the shirt, and you resigned yourself to the fact that you were just going to have to keep closing it to cover yourself.

An hour later, you were on the train to your friend’s house for magic hour. Tossing you a bone, Adam wore the tight pants you loved, and you were absently rubbing the seam at his outer thigh as you leaned back into his chest, lulled into a relaxed state by the routine rumble of the tracks. He drove you absolutely crazy, but he also made you feel safe, the way his body naturally caged and curved around you.

His lips at your ear drew a happy sigh and smile, and you gave a wholly contented coo as he tucked your ass into his pelvis, holding you just there by those large, ever-so-helpful fingers. Wrapped up in him like this was your second-favorite place to be.

He concentrated his kisses on the space just behind and below your earlobe, the one that sent shivers and goosebumps down the length of your spine. His fingers skimmed just under the edge of your shirt, rubbing little circles into your tummy.

“Lemme see,” he nipped at your earlobe.

You harrumphed and glanced around, certain that everybody on the train was watching you, but the car was only half full of readers, people listening to music, phone junkies. Begrudgingly, you tugged the flaps of your flannel apart, showing Adam the pebbling, straining nipples poking through the thin tank.

He hummed appreciatively against your throat, lifted the low neckline of the fabric, and blew hot breath down against your already flushing skin.

“You have perfect tits, did you know that?”

Tucking his hands into your pockets, Adam rubbed his already hard cock into your ass, hips working slow and steady. Dipping his head down to your ear, he licked at the delicate shell and whispered how hard he was going to fuck you later and what a dirty thing you were to play his wicked games.

Your body loosened and melted.

It was definitely going to be a long night.

In the elevator of your friend’s building, he growled a pleased “oh fuck yeah” at the tiny, cramped, closet of a thing, mashed the button to the very top floor, and hoisted you into his arms before the door even closed.

You clung to his neck and waist as Adam pushed you into the wall and kissed you stupid. His mouth slanted eagerly over yours, licking at your lips until you granted him entry. He greedily swallowed every sound you made, coaxing more saliva, more whimpering with his sliding tongue.

Your thighs clenched around his middle when he bit and tugged at your lower lip hard, and you clawed at his scalp, having carded your fingers into his raven locks to stop them from trembling.

When you were gasping for air and rocking your body against his fervently, he spun around, set you on your feet, and pressed the button for the 3rd floor, sending you back down to the party. You clung to his shirt to re-establish some version of equilibrium, and he nuzzled your neck to help you balance.

In the kitchen, after you’d escaped his grabby hands to pour yourself a drink, Adam cornered you against the cabinets to nibble at your mouth again, lifting up to purr into your ear that he liked the way they looked all swollen and pink and he kept thinking about them wrapped around his dick.

You blushed furiously and batted at his shoulder because there was a whole other goddamn person in the room, and he was manhandling you like a touch-starved teenager. He stood across from you, arms folded against his chest, flexing his dick at you in those tight pants until you were alone.

“Fucking Christ, Adam,” you whimpered it as quietly as you could, backed into the counter top again.

He gave you his best ‘Who? Me?’ look even as he pushed your shirt up over your collarbone. You squeaked and shot up onto your toes as though you could catch your shirt and chase it back into place.

Adam’s large, warm hands blanketed both of your breasts, and you bit your lip, looking up at him helpless and beyond aroused. He squeezed and rolled your stiff nipples, tugging at the sensitive skin until you danced and arched against him. He pushed both of them together and bent down to lick a fat swath up the middle followed by a trail of kisses up your neck and, finally, to your mouth.

Before you could beg him to do something, anything more, voices drew near, and he tugged your shirt back down with an evil wink. He pushed the whiskey into your hand, bent down for another quick kiss, and led you from the room and back into the party.

On the patio, where you’d escaped for some cooler air, Adam dragged you into the darkest corner, tucked in between a power box and a drain pipe.

“Are you hiding from me,” he chided, fingers already pushing your flannel apart and raising the paltry white fabric.

You groaned loud at the cold air upon your sore tits and shook your head. He chuckled and pressed his lips to yours to shut you up, murmuring against your mouth that it was ok with him if you had an audience but you better hush if you didn’t want one.

Pushing his knee between your thighs, he pinned you to the wall, dipped his beautiful face down, and licked at your nipple, slow and deliberate. You tugged at the hair decorating the back of his neck, intending to move him away, but flattened your fingers against his scalp when he sucked the pert peak into the hot cavern of his mouth.

He could almost make you cum from sucking your tits, and he knew it. Switching from one to the other, he nibbled and teased and mouthed until you were whining and wiggling.

“Shit. Fuck. Adam, don’t…”

But it was too late, he was doing that thing you loved so fucking much where he rolled your nipple between tongue and teeth, sealed his lips tight around it, and let it go with a loud, slurping pop.

There was no way your friends on the patio didn’t hear it, you thought, no fucking way.

Thinking you’d surely get a moment’s reprieve, you ducked into the bathroom only for Adam to shove you the rest of the way in and follow before too many could see.

He stripped you of your shirts entirely, bent you over the cold sink, and peeled your jeans down to your knees.

“Is my Little Cunt hungry?”

He clucked it at you, eyeballing the absolute mess you'd made in your pants, and you nodded pitifully, knowing he loved it when you played your part. Adam pushed you up onto your toes, slapped at your bare ass, and buried his face in your cunt.

“Holy shit,” you moaned louder than you intended, but it was just too good.

The cold sink against your inflamed, overworked breasts was heaven. Adam’s mouth sucking on your puffy, fat pussy lips was heaven. His hands kneading and spreading your ass cheeks was heaven.

Adam himself, however, was the goddamn devil because he plied your thighs and cunt with hungry kisses, fucked your slit nice and deep with his tongue, nipped and nibbled at every square inch.

Except your clit.

“Goddamn, I can see your pussy clenching.”

He had tucked his thumb into the left labia and was tugging you open, staring directly into the most intimate part of you. It was vulgar and obscene, and you absolutely did it again for him without needing to be told.

“Mm, good girl.”

On a debauched growl, he pressed in again and tongue-fucked you until you shook and your pussy perfumed the air. You panted and whimpered, pushed your ass back against him, and squirmed to try and get him where you wanted.

You were just about to beg when there was a light knock on the door.

In the library, Adam pulled you into his lap on the love seat and dropped his hand between your legs. He again instructed you to show him your tender, perpetually hard nipples, and you tugged the tank up just enough that they peeked out.

He nuzzled your jaw, licked at your pulse, and stroked his agile, wide fingers up and down the seam of your pants, from clit to flowing cunt, over and over and over.

You clutched at his shirt and rocked your hips for him, too far gone to lascivious need to give two shits about who might hear you or walk in to see.

“I need to fuck this pretty mouth. Now.”

His voice was low and thick, and you purred at the tone, loving the command and the begging that mingled when he had spent so long turning you on that he was about to cum in his pants.

You slithered off his lap and between his legs, pushing his shirt up to pepper the taut abs with kisses. You wiggled your tongue into his belly button, mimicking the way he’d plunged into your pussy earlier.

“Sweet,” you asked coyly, roving a hungry look up the length of his body, “Or sloppy?”

He groaned and leaned forward to force a kiss on you, canting your head far to one side and fisting his fingers in your hair. You knew it drove him crazy when you said indecent things to him in such nice ways.

His dirty, dirty librarian.

“Filthy girl,” he bit at the corner of your mouth, “You can cry on my cock later. Don’t think your friends would believe I hadn’t hurt you.”

He leaned back into the cushions, popped the button on those tight, tight pants, and wrenched them down his hips enough for his hard, leaking cock to burst out, ready and waiting. Your mouth watered; and when he reached for your head, you knew this was a time-sensitive operation. He was ready to cum, and he wanted your mouth for it.

Pressing your hand into his abdomen to line him up, you licked your lips and wrapped your mouth around the thick column, burying it as far in as you could get it and settling, letting the saliva build and pool and letting your tongue and the back of your mouth get accustomed to being so pressed.

“Fu-huck, I love when you do that,” his throat bobbed, voice strained.

You purred around him, acclimated to the invasion, and pulled all the way back, letting his cock pop free of your mouth so you could gulp in a breath. Nearly all of his length was shiny now, coated with your spit, and you watched him wrap impatient fingers around the base to squeeze.

"One more time," he rasped it out, "Gimme that hot cunt of a mouth one more time."

It liquefied you to watch him embroiled in such lecherous need and to know that his relentless tormenting had him just as riled up as you.

He reached for your face, cupped your cheek, and tugged you back down to his weeping dick. He wasn’t going to make it much longer, but he was going to be primed and ready to make sure you spent the night riding lightning under him.

Parting your swollen lips, you slid his cock along the length of your flattened tongue and allowed him in as far as you could. Your fingers splayed across his jumping thighs, and your nose nudged his fingers where they were wrapped tight around the thick base.

“Nnmstaythere,” he was all want and demand now, nearly whining at how close he was.

Adam threaded fingers into your hair, palming your scalp and keeping your flushing face right where he wanted it. His hips bucked upwards, and you moaned at the smutty sound of him fucking your mouth, your heat always kicked up a notch by the profane noises.

“Guh! That’s it, baby; swallow.”

His fingers dug into your neck, and he pushed up hard into you just as you complied, swallowing around him so the roof of your mouth and tongue undulated, working him right past that edge. You hummed your praise, feeling the surge shoot up through his cock just under the skin to flood your eager throat with his hot taste.

You didn’t push at his legs until you felt the last twitch and dribble; and then, you propped yourself up on his thighs and demanded sticky kisses, which you were rewarded with.

“Goddamn you guys,” said a female voice behind you, shooting your eyes wide. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

On the train home, you had your blushing face buried so far into Adam’s neck you nearly couldn’t breathe. He thought the whole thing was hilarious and that you were, in fact, the hottest fucking thing ever, but you were so mortified that you practically sprinted out of the party.

He cajoled you out from your hiding spot by standing up abruptly. On a yelp, you shot to your feet so that you wouldn’t fall over only for him to tug you back down into his lap without your burning face buried where he couldn’t see it.

“Look, lemme take your mind off of it.”

He dug the gold coin out of his pocket and showed it to you. Your breath caught and you looked from him to it and back again.

“Heads, right now, hard, on this train.” You flushed but nodded, hoping that regardless of where or how, you were going to get fucked and soon. “Tails, nice and sweet, home in bed.”

You very nearly threw the coin out the window because hard and fast right here right now was your preference, truly, but you nodded again and waited for the flip. Even if he edged you all the way home, you would always play his game, reveling in the perversion of it with him.

Holding your breath, you watched the gold glint for a second and then leaned over to peek.

“Thank fucking god,” you grumbled, never so grateful for his bastard, trick coin.

“Double or nothing,” he quipped, and you shot to your feet.

“Adam, if you don’t fuck me in the next two minutes, I am going to find someone else who will. I swear to God.”

Your voice carried, but you truly didn’t care who heard you now. It hadn’t really registered for you that the train car was empty. It only mattered that this sex-pot of a man had edged you all night long, and you needed to be fucked. Pronto.

He chuckled darkly and stuffed the coin back into his pocket, spinning you around and bending you slightly forward over the little, brown partition. You hastily fumbled and tore your jeans open, shimmying them down your hips just enough.

When his fingers connected with your sopping, impatient pussy, you moaned in wanton need and pushed back into him, lifting onto your toes and down again to ride his touch. You whimpered, the plea in your voice evident, and you slammed your hand on the window when he stepped behind you, rubbing his hard length between the slick lips.

“This what you want, Little Cunt?”

“Jesusfuckyesplease.”

“When we get arrested,” his breath caught as he pushed into you, “I’m telling them this was your idea. Fuck.”

You nodded, ready to blindly agree with anything he said. You’d agree with the police, too, and then promptly explain that you absolutely just HAD to because he’d been driving you into dick-frenzy all night.

Gripping the little metal bar, you pushed back against him until he was sunk to the hilt in your clenching core. You bit down on your lip hard because you were already ready to shout his name, to wail and scream for him.

Adam gripped your hip in one hand and slid the other up under your shirt to palm and squeeze your breast. Finally, fucking finally, his hips began to piston forward, slamming you into the seat in front of you, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Your face, mouth, throat fell into a mantra of yesyesyes as he buried the fat length of his rigid cock into your pliant, slippery cunt again and again. He grunted and dug his fingers into your flesh, and you hissed when his hips moved even harder, even faster.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the subway car, and you lost your fucking mind when you could hear the erotic squish of him pommeling your overflowing pussy.

Your cunt clenched and spasmed, and you keened, face scrunched up in desperation. You were right on the edge of those deep, deep orgasms only he had ever been able to conjure. Your thighs burned, your fingers and toes tingled, and your throat was dry and hoarse from all the whimpering and wailing.

“Adam,” you croaked it out, voice cracked and worn thin, “Baby please.”

He leaned into you, slithering fingers around your neck to hold you back against his chest and dipping his lips to your ear. He murmured into your ear that you should concentrate really hard, think about him sucking on your tits, about him tongue-fucking you in the bathroom, about him burying his face between your legs and lapping at your clit.

You nodded along with every filthy word, picturing all of those things and more, concentrating on your bouncing nipples, the subtle gyration of your throbbing clit, the relentless, expert plunge of Adam’s perfect cock.

Your face smoothed out as the wave crested, your mouth falling open on breathless acceptance. When you were right there, teetering on the edge of the kind of orgasm that would rattle your bones, he slipped his fingers in between the puffy, glistening lips and rubbed tight circles against your clit, fast and demanding.

“That's it. Such a needy, hungry thing. Give it to me.”

Every part of you trembled and sizzled. You’d been wound tight all evening, his wicked game keeping you right there, straddling that line. When you finally came, it was profound and thunderous and a great loosening of every muscle, joint, and nerve.

You couldn’t even shout.

On a low, pornographic moan, you pushed your ass further back into him, and your body gushed a new torrent of hot and wet, the orgasm lighting you up and giving him new convulsions and syrupy slip to play in.

You quaked, fingers gripping the silver bar tight. You held your breath because it seemed like it wasn’t going to stop, and you were so flooded that you felt it sliding down your legs to disappear into your jeans.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

Gripping your thighs, he pushed your strung out body off of his dick and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. Somewhere in your mental periphery, you knew it was because he almost came in you for the second time tonight, and he certainly had other plans.

“Shit, babe. Next stop is ours.”

He helped you button your pants and tug down your shirts, kissing your nose and telling you how cute you were when you were cock-drunk. You chuffed a laugh and shrugged.

“What can ya do,” your voice was small, still a bit unsteady. He grinned and stole another kiss.

“C’mon,” he turned and patted his shoulder, “Hop up or we’re never gonna get out of here.”

Grousing, you stood onto your toes as he crouched and wrapped your arms around his neck. He tucked his hands beneath your knees and shot to his feet just as the train doors opened.

And like the absolute gentleman that he is, Adam Sackler carried you home.

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NOTE: Here we go. Little bit of a shift in this chapter... you'll see. Thanks for keeping up with this fic and all your comments!

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Everything was rather quiet for a couple of days. Rise threw herself into practicing her vocals with every spare moment, meeting with her manager and conferencing with her record label over the phone. She needed the distraction. Without any clear course of action with Ai, she had decided to let that matter fade into the background. Maybe something would come to her eventually.

On Sunday, she and the gang decided to go fishing, since that was one of Narukami's favourite activities and they were all missing him lately. For most of them, it simply meant getting to wave around poles and wade into the water, splashing each other. Kanji and Naoto resented this because they were much more serious about the matter, but the others didn't pay them too much mind.

"Hey, why didn't you invite Ai?" Chie suddenly asked as they re-baited their hooks. "She too snobby to get down here in the river with us?"

Rise laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah," she responded, giggling right along. "No way would she be caught dead touching a fish that's not cooked."

"No… I meant that she wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore."

"Why not?" Yukiko asked. "I thought you were becoming sort of close with her."

Wow, how oblivious could they be? "Not anymore."

Once she had explained properly, which took the better part of half an hour, most of the joy had been sucked out of their springtime activity. Rise did feel a little bad about that, but it was as much their fault as hers, so she didn't spend too much mental energy on sympathy for her friends.

"Gosh, that is so sad," Teddie said with a pronounced pout. He really did seem genuinely disappointed not to have another friend. "I know you guys didn't really mean to hurt her feelings."

"Guess I thought he'd be over that by now," Chie confessed quietly.

"Yeah," Yosuke added. "Like, as long as he stays away from my butt, I don't really care what he does with his time. And man, he looks way better in drag than even Teddie did, so…"

While Teddie was harrumphing as if genuinely offended, Kanji chuckled harshly as he twitched his line in the water the tiniest bit. "What is it with you and that gay panic, bro? I'm surprised your Shadow didn't look more like mine."

"H-hey, I'm just a healthy, red-blooded Japanese male! I like girls who are actually girls! Is that a crime?"

"I'll buy you a butt-protector to keep all the dicks out," Chie cackled bemusedly. Yosuke just grimaced.

"I'm… starting to get why she didn't want this getting out," Rise sighed.

"Hm?" Yukiko said as she turned back in her direction. "What is it?"

"Nothing."

"No, that sounded important. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings…"

Which she appreciated. Even if the others were a little oblivious sometimes, Yukiko genuinely meant well all the time. Every minute of every day. "It's just… I'm no big expert on this subject, but you guys can see how much work she put into being taken seriously as a woman. Because she looks like one! Nobody could tell! And I think I haven't paid much attention to how hard that must have been for her… I'm… wow. And I really did almost ruin her life."

Not that she had been unaware of that before. She thought she understood, and she did — better than her friends did, for sure. But listening to them casually treat her like a drag act, a joke, a source of anxiety for Yosuke's extra-fragile masculinity, peeled back just enough of the curtain. Now she knew that she really didn't know anything at all.

"Don't be so dramatic," Chie sighed. "Like you said, he was able to play it off, and he's giving you a lot more shit now than is necessary compared to what you did on accident. Like, scales balanced. If he wants to keep being a dick then that's on him."

Rise shrugged helplessly as she tossed her fishing pole back onto the shore. "You're not wrong about that part. I'm not saying her trying to get revenge on me is right. I'm just saying I understand why she feels so betrayed. Didn't really get it before, but…"

"I still don't get it now," Yosuke grunted. "The whole thing makes me super uncomfortable. But it sounds like he already had the surgery, so… doesn't that mean he's a girl anyway?"

"What? No, it's… nevermind that part." She had been about to insist that Ai did not have "The Surgery" yet, even though she had probably undergone several other minor procedures. But that was the kind of detail that would get her even deeper in trouble than she already was, so she cut herself off.

"Well, I'm with Chie," Yukiko said cautiously. "You have apologized for hurting her, you didn't intend to in the first place. If she were a true friend, she would accept your apology."

"I'm not sure it's that simple."

They all turned to look at Naoto, not having expected her to speak. The girl was wearing a very thoughtful expression underneath her newsboy-casquette cap. "What isn't?" Teddie finally prompted when everybody had been quiet for a little too long.

"This situation with Ebihara-san. She's living her life as transgender, and you have jeopardized that life. Even if on accident, I can see how she would interpret that as an attack."

"Come on," Chie sighed. "Any idiot knows the difference between on accident and on purpose."

"Not necessarily. In law, there is such a thing as 'gross criminal negligence'. This means that even if it's an accident, even if you did nothing with the premeditated intent to do harm, you can still cause harm and be held accountable for it. At least, partially."

"So you're saying it's okay that this asshole is trying to frame our friend for cheating?!" Yosuke burst out.

"Hm? Oh, no, not at all," Naoto insisted, a slight crease in her brow. "But this is a matter of criminal pathology. Even if Ebihara-san is not a criminal, she is perpetrating criminal acts; understanding them requires the same skill set. Motive. Means. Opportunity. We already know the last two, more or less; security isn't especially tight at Yasogami High. I'm sure it was a simple matter for her to sneak into the classroom and pilfer the answer key, then sneak it into Rise's bag when no one was looking. So all that's left is… why?"

"Because he's a petty jerk," Chie provided immediately.

"It's not that simple."

"No, it really is. Maybe you guys get something about how serious us gossiping about him was that I don't, but I don't care. You don't treat a friend like that. Period! Even if he's really pissed at Rise, she did apologize, she's trying to make it right. He's not acting like a friend at all. So I say, screw him! Just let him self-destruct and be alone. And if he won't stop being a jerk to you, we will be jerks right back. I'm not going to sit around while he drags you down for something you didn't even do on purpose."

Rise felt a rush of affection toward Chie Satonaka. Even if she couldn't completely agree with everything she was saying, it was nice to know her friends had her back — that these were true blue friendships that had lasted beyond being part of the same Investigation Team. The passion with which she spoke, and the anger she clearly felt toward Ebihara because she was attacking her friend, made the existence of those bonds unmistakable.

However… she also couldn't ignore the way Naoto's brow furrowed further. Kanji also rested a hand on her shoulder. Was she simply upset about losing an argument, or was there more to that?

"I can't disagree with what you say. I was merely trying to point out that in Ebihara-san's estimation, Rise may deserve vengeance more than she does in any of our estimation. She is viewing the situation differently than we are."

"Well his 'estimation' sucks," Chie grumbled.

"Maybe," Rise finally cut in with a discomfited sigh. "But can you guys… can you promise me you won't do anything mean to her without asking me? At least that? I know she's being a jerk, but it's because I messed up. Huge. So this has to be between her and me."

None of them looked too thrilled with that. Yukiko nodded immediately, seemingly satisfied right away that she was doing what was asked of her by her friend. The others were a little slower to agree but they still all did at some point or another, dissatisfied as they were.

"Thanks. And I'm so happy you have my back, I can't express that enough. But I have to figure this out on my own."

"You got it," Kanji grunted as he started reeling in a fish. "Shit… it's a big one… but I'm not gonna forget how you looked when that old bag accused you of cheating. That ain't right. Ebihara better make it right eventually, or his ass is grass."

What an ominous threat. Well-meaning, but ominous. Rise knew she would have to sort this matter out post haste — before she had to find out just how far her friends were willing to go to come to her aid.

~ o ~

All of this gave birth to a very determined Rise Kujikawa, and this was the one who walked into school on a foggy Monday morning. Ai had done enough damage; she had to forge ahead as if everything was fine. Her new tactic had to be not to let the bullying get to her, because she better understood it was just her friend being hurt by her own actions. And if she wouldn't accept her apology… there was nothing more she could do.

But she didn't have it in her to give up. That option was stricken off the list. Rise was no quitter.

Everything was fine until her second-to-last class of the day. Rise had mostly focused on schoolwork and chatting with her other friends, taking her mind off more depressing matters. Gearing up for a promotional video she was supposed to shoot soon; that would be a first step toward reestablishing herself as an artist, even if she still didn't intend to go back to singing full-time until she graduated. And the class with Ms. Sofue was fine in and of itself… for the first ten minutes or so.

That was when she noticed the smell. At first, she was looking around the room to try and figure out who had lost control of their bowels in such close proximity to other students. Maybe it was something they had for lunch?

A brief investigation ten minutes later revealed the true culprit, once everyone was looking at her like she was being most unladylike. Deep in the recesses of her desk, which she never used to keep anything since she would just have to move it again after class, someone had stuffed an old sandwich. Unless she missed her guess, there was natto and egg on it, among other things. But there was too much mold growing inside the sandwich bag for her to be certain.

"Oh GOOD GOD!" cried one of the boys nearby, covering his face with his arm. "What's in that thing?!"

Waving at the air with her crooked heka, the teacher coughed and demanded, "Please dispose of your lunch in a proper manner from now on, Miss Kujikawa! Make no mistake, even I have no interest in mummified food!"

A few of them were able to wrap it in some paper and drag it to the trash can, amid Rise's protests that she had never seen it before. Nobody believed her, because the natto tended to make it seem obvious that it had come from Marukyu — even though their speciality was tofu, not other soybean offerings. A lot of bickering back and forth broke out until the teacher banged her cane on her desk.

"Enough! Miss Kujikawa has technically broken no rule, even if it was her sandwich. So we'll say no more about it. Please, open your books again and turn to page…"

But the entire class period, Rise couldn't stop thinking about the sandwich. She already knew who it was; only one person at that school was stupid enough to actively mess with a famous pop idol. The instant the bell rang, she pelted out of class so fast that quite a few students gasped. By now, she knew what class Ai was supposed to be in around this time… and where she could find her.

~ o ~

"Oh!" gasped one of the girls in the locker room when Rise barged past her. "Do you even have this class? What are you doing in the-"

"Ebihara?" she asked. Some girl with a towel wrapped around her hair pointed further into the room. Rise stormed over there to find a towel-clad Ai preening at the mirror hanging on the inside of her locker, running the brush through her hair over and over. "Thanks for your present."

Smirking a little, the girl didn't even glance over. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah? You don't recognise it?"

Everyone gasped when she threw it onto the bench nearest Ebihara. That was nothing compared to the chorus of disgusted noises that followed once its foul stench began to pervade the air within the steamy room. Even still wrapped in the plastic bag, it was horrendous.

"Oh, GOD," Ai joined in, though she was chuckling just a little. "Why would you be carrying that thing around? Just to throw at me like that?"

"Why?" she demanded. "This has crossed the line from mean to just… weird! What's the point of stinking up the classroom?"

Full of false innocence, she pressed a hand to her chest as she said, "Why, I don't know. Sounds to me like someone just forgot to throw away her lunch. Maybe you should be a little less wasteful. Then again, as rich and famous as you are, I bet you don't care at all."

A ripple of murmurs spread throughout the room. Rise knew that they didn't really care about the sandwich, or about wastefulness, but they were highly concerned with this argument between two students playing out right in front of them. Gossip fodder. So she decided not to give them any more ammunition.

"Okay. We'll just throw it away." She snatched it off the bench and flashed Ai a poisonous smile. "Have a lovely day, Ebi-chan."

"Don't you mean Ebi-kun?"

Rise stopped dead in her tracks. She actually looked around for what assholes had said it, determined to give them a dressing down. Even if they were fighting, nobody got to talk about her friend like that. But she realized it had come from Ai herself. "What?"

"You were one of the people that started the rumour, right?" She looked so haughty, arms folded over her chest and hip cocked to one side. "So I'm surprised you let it go that easy."

Deciding to play along, she smirked and shot back, "I heard you showed off the goods to some other girls and it proved it was false."

"Yeah. But since when do people like you care about facts? You would much rather be right than the truth prevail."

"People like- okay. Whatever this is, whatever you want from me, I'm done with it. I thought we could try to be adults and move on, but all you want to do is start a war — one I'm not interested in fighting. Just leave me alone if you really can't stand me this bad, okay?"

Ai laughed and took a step forward. "Rise-Risette, the gossip-monger. And now, the cheater! What terrible thing are you going to do next?"

"I didn't do anything in the first place!"

"You know you did." The smile disappeared for a second, leaving her friend's features full of cold fury. But it was so brief that most of the other girls probably wouldn't have noticed; then she was smiling like rainbows were shooting out of her ass again. "And hey, if you want to try to blame me for all of it, go ahead. You might as well."

"No, that's not necessary. Maybe it's just a series of tragic coincidences."

"Uh huh. Or maybe you're just a self-destructive pop idol, a little brat who couldn't hack it in the entertainment industry, and now that you're stuck in boring old Inaba, you want attention again. Don't you see you're going about it all the wrong ways?"

So that was her game. Now Rise could see this for what it was: it wasn't just any one incident meant to slander her and give her a bad name. All of them together were supposed to paint a picture of a celebrity spiraling out of control. Rise was going to turn into the Japanese Britney Spears if Ai Ebihara had anything to do with it.

"You really want to destroy me that badly?" she hissed now that they were so close their noses were almost touching. All the girls around them were whispering and chattering, watching the drama intently. The rub was, they were gossiping so much about what they were saying that they couldn't even actually hear what they were saying.

"You can bet on it. I told you I was going to, unless you destroy me first. And I think you will. I think you are exactly the kind of person who will shoot in self-defense."

"That isn't me," she breathed, glancing down at Ai's body. It was so close to her own… she couldn't help looking, couldn't help feeling flustered even though they were fighting right now. "We both know that. You're just mad I messed up, and you won't let me apologize, and you won't leave it alone. There's nothing else I can do."

"Yes there is." Then she hiked an eyebrow slightly, lowering her voice to barely a whisper. "What? What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just… trying to figure out what to-"

"You were trying to figure out if you could see my dick. Weren't you?" As Rise felt her brow furrow, Ai chuckled and pressed on, "Do it. Go looking."

She could feel her temper flaring hotter. It was getting hard to control. "Stop being so gross. I wouldn't do that, I haven't done that, and I'm not going to do that."

"Why not? Come on… all you have to do is rip this towel off me. Show the world. Maybe I'm tucking again, maybe I'm not. But wouldn't that be great if you exposed a scandal in the women's locker room? Risette the Hero, saving all these poor girls from the freak."

"You know — you know I have never once in my life called you a freak, why do you want me to hurt you so badly? What do you get out of it? Are you some kind of psycho masochist?!"

"Sure! Go with that. Even more reason to save everyone. Do it." No movement. "Clock's ticking. The longer you wait, the weirder it's going to be that we're standing here whispering to each other."

But Rise's mind was racing. She still had no idea really why she was pushing so hard for her to attack, to be so vicious. She thought back to the revelation she had when walking home — about Ai, about what these attacks meant for their relationship. And when she thought of it that way…

Everything came together. Of course, nothing was for certain until she heard it straight from the horse's mouth, but now Rise thought she understood the reason her former friend was trying so hard to get her to treat her like vermin.

"No," she whispered with a small smile.

"No? Aww, I guess the games continue then," Ai said with a fake, exaggerated pout. "You're going to have to be a lot tougher than that to make it as a star."

"Actually… let's play a new game. Unless you want to give up now?" Her pleading face returned. "Please, please just stop. I'll leave you alone if that's what you want, or we can go back to being friends and… try to put this behind us. But I'm not giving up, not going away. So…? Maybe?"

Ai shook her head. "This isn't your game, you don't get to change the rules, princess. So nice try."

"Fine," she sighed… before sliding her arms tightly around Ai.

"H-hey!" she burst out. Then a little louder, "Oh my GOD, now Risette is trying to molest me!"

Before the gasps really had a chance to deepen, Rise sobbed, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I just… I just love you so much Ai, a-and when you… when you pulled away, I didn't know what to do! Can't you forgive me?"

Even the girls who weren't watching before were glued to this scene now. And even though she could tell Ai didn't like losing control of the situation — hated might have been more apropos — she still drew back to gape at her.

"What… did you just say?"

"I asked you to forgive-"

"Cut the bullSHIT!" she snapped loudly enough that one smaller girl yelped and fell back on her ass, scrabbling for the nearest bench. "You can't mean that. Not in front of all these people, you… they'll know you're- if you say how you feel, that's…"

"I don't care about them! I love you, Ai, I… I didn't mean for us to end up this way!" Her bottom lip wobbled hard as she took a shaky breath. "But if you really can't forgive me, I'll understand! I just… I can't go on with us hurting each other like this!"

"Oh, this is so not going to work," she scoffed… until she saw a few of the girls putting their hands on Rise's shoulders, comforting her as the big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Offering tissues, petting her hair. "Are you- wow, you guys can't be buying this! It's an act!"

"Hey, don't be so mean!" said some girl with bobbed hair; Rise thought her name was Matsunaga, but she couldn't remember at the moment. The moment Ai's gaze was on her, she said much more quietly, "S-sorry."

"Oh my GOD. Fine. Whatever, I'm out of here."

But a wall of girls blocked her way. They were all glowering at her now, looking ready to throw down; they would never have challenged alone but there was safety in numbers. Ai's eyebrows shot up, unimpressed… but the more she looked at all of them, the more anxious she appeared. Not frightened, just uneasy from the attention. The constant attention, while wearing a towel… prospect of a fight… she backed into a corner and they started to advance on her. This would get seriously out of hand if someone didn't step in.

Someone stepped in.

"Please, just give me another chance," Rise provided smoothly as she slid forward through the throng of girls, taking up Ai's hand — which was immediately yanked out of reach. Her voice was taut with emotion as she pleaded, "That's all! I'll show you I can be a better friend, a-and those pranks? Forgotten! And I won't ever tell another lie about you again, I promise!"

Ai took another good look around at the student body standing in opposition against her. The wheels were turning behind her eyes. Then she glared down at Rise with a shake of her head. "You… conniving… snake," she muttered.

Some of the girls heard it, and looked more scandalised. And because now everyone else was behind her… Rise felt comfortable allowing a smug, triumphant smirk to take over her features. Just for an instant. She even mouthed a few choice words:

"You only have one way out."

Oh, she had never seen Ai look that angry before. This wasn't just annoyance or rage. She looked murderous. But it only lasted a second before she sighed, shut her eyes, took a breath.

"Rise… fine. I know… I went too far. Can you forgive me?"

"Wow, really sounds authentic," one of the others closest to the lockers scoffed.

"No, really." When Ai opened her eyes again, she was smiling weakly. "I have missed you. I just didn't know… I was so angry when you started that nasty rumour."

"I know. It was a stupid mistake! And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you just… take me back! That's all you have to do." She took both of her hands, ignoring the way nails were digging into her own. Petty little revenges were par for the course now. "Just be with me."

One could hear a pin drop in that locker room. Ai pulled her close and whispered softly, "You want to play this game? We're playing it on a national level."

"Bring it on," she replied in kind, smirking again — even while her heart pounded in her throat from the closeness. "But c'mon, I beat you this round."

"Shut up."

Such a chorus of "WHOOOOO" went up when they kissed that it felt like they were shaking the foundation of Yasogami High. Probably because, metaphorically as well as literally, they were. Game-changer indeed.

To Be Continued…

#We'll Face Ourselves #saphir de lune #persona 4 fanfiction #forkanna writes #rise x ai #p4 fanfic #jess the writer

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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Okay so have you seen those teeturtle reversible octopus plushies? I can see tiger and her friends going out for lunch at a pizza place and she didn’t finish hers so she brought it back to bills and left it in the fridge but she made sure to write her name on it in black marker pen so billy boy doesn’t eat it okay? But the brothers are coming round that night and as it gets later tiger gets tired and heads to bed and Billy is slightly tipsy and goes to the fridge to get more drinks but (1/3)

Anonymous said:

He gets peckish on the way and completely ignores tigers name on the pizza box and he just wolfs down all of her leftover pizza *gasp* so in the morning when everyone’s in bed tiger goes to eat HER pizza for breakfast only to find the empty box in the fridge and all of the jalapeños have been picked off because billy boy doesn’t like jalapeños so she knows who the culprit is and she grabs her lil octopus teddy and goes into their room and starts shouting at him to rouse him knowing full (2/3)

Anonymous said:

Well he’ll have one hell of a hangover and she launches her octopus at his face and stomps out of their room and gets comfy on the sofa and tall boi’s just like ‘huh? What did I do now?’ Sorry that was long 😂🥰 (3/3)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GAD I love the thought in this and I love HOW MUCH THOUGHT YOU GUYS PUT INTO THIS AND JUST--oh man. When I get detailed nani asks like this I start to think maybe people really like Bill and tiger and they ain’t lyin’ and maybe people really do think about them sometimes and it all just makes sappy Lei very soff :*-))) stop dis :*-)))) stop dis right now :****-)))))

God there’s so much I want to talk about here.

First of all, let’s not get mad at Bill. Because maybe it’s just sort of a GIVEN--whenever tiger has leftovers, she brings them home. And she brings them home for Bill. Because Bill loves leftovers, because he’s somehow always hungry, and because he gets all warm and fuzzy in knowing that tiger finished her meal, thought of him, and asked for her leftovers to go just so that he can have them. And he knows this, because he knows that tiger hates leftovers. Hates them. She never eats them. He can sometimes get away with convincing her to eat them--tiger loves his roast chicken and if he makes a big thing, he might be able to get her to eat his chicken salad sandwiches the next day. Tiger pretends like it’s a whole new chicken, and Bill plays along.

That’s as far as it’ll go. Except for...pizza. But more on that later.

And he knows that when tiger goes out with her girls, she never usually eats too much because she’s usually done up to the nines and looking like a fucking goddess, and let’s face it stuffing your face in tight clothes is just like the worst feeling ever. So she nibbles a little, always brings a lot home, and if it’s the same night then it’s not leftovers (her rules) so she’ll often wake Bill up and they’ll sit in bed and devour whatever food she brought home.

Failing that, she always leaves her leftovers in the fridge for him to eat, because Bill is one of those weirdos who prefers leftovers to freshly made food.

So look, the bros are over. It’s an intense poker night. Valter has (somewhat) unknowingly created a bit of a hotbox situation. There’s a lot of liquor. A lot of good brotherly bonding. Tiger stumbles home at some point during the night--right into Bill’s apartment--and all of the brothers are a little shocked. All but Gustaf, that is. Tiger salutes them, hiccups, trips down the hallway and goes to bed.

Bill’s bed.

But it’s fine. The brother are drunk. In Sweden, tiger sleeps in Bill’s bed. The bros--they know, but they don’t call it out. All is well.

And listen, they’re all crashing over so eventually when Gustaf wins his 8th straight hand at poker--they call it a night. And Bill hangs back for a minute or two, riddled with the munchies, devouring the pizza that tiger brought for him.

Except tiger didn’t bring it for him. And if Bill was of sound mind, then he would remember that the ONLY leftovers tiger eats is cold pizza, and it’s because it just happens to be her favourite breakfast.

So Bill--big, drunk, wall-eyed Bill--is just standing there in the kitchen, wobbling subtly, his eyes unfocused and totally going in different directions, the fridge door still open as he just demolishes the pizza in romantic fridge-light. The box is open in the fridge there, and Bill wrinkles his nose and flicks the jalapeños off.

“Ew,” he says to himself, “Ew. You. Are. So. Gross.”

Every word is punctuated by a small plunk, a slice of jalapeño plopping back on to the cardboard box. He chews loud and uncoordinated, his stupid jaw flapping open because he’s drunk and high by contact and it’s just a mess. But eventually he licks his fingers, humming in satisfaction and closing the fridge door. Tiger will get head first thing tomorrow morning for that, he decides. She’s always looking after him like this, bringing him food--tiger deserves morning head. It’s settled.

But like, listen. Bill flops into bed. Tiger curls into him. He puts a hand on her ass, pats softly--and then both of them are knocked out. She might climb on top of him in her sleep like she sometimes does, but both these idiots are dead to the world.

Until the next morning.

Maybe tiger wakes up on his chest right, and her Big Dude is just snoring under her. She wiggles, groans a little, pokes him for coffee. He stirs a bit--snorts loudly--but then he’s snoring again.

She bites his chest.

“Mmmmfph,” is his muffled, angry response.

“Coffee,” she mutters. And Bill just like, rolls over--which makes her fall off of him. And she thinks he might be getting up--but a second later, he’s snoring again. She takes pity on her Good Dude, gives him a little head scritchie--he’s always so good to her, you know? She can get him his coffee this one time, when he’s hungover and too tired to get up. He’s so cute there, his lips all puffy and soft, his cheek smushed into the pillow, that cute nose, his hair all in disarray. She laughs, kisses his nose, and gets up to start the coffee.

And as she’s opening the fridge for some milk while the pot brews--she drinks it black but Bill is a delicate flower and needs to ~soften~ it--she sees her pizza box, and she gets real happy. She picks it up to put it on the counter because everybody knows that room temperature pizza is the best for breakfast (cold pizza can GTFO) but like...it feels oddly....light. Her immediate thought goes to Valter, that fucking slimy bastard stealing her leftovers, and she’s already at Mach 7 levels of rage when she opens the box.

And then she sees it.

Jalapeños. Jalapeños everywhere. Scattered haphazardly--and this? This has Bill written all over it. Bill loves spice but hates jalapeños, and she has never quite figured out why but that’s neither here nor there.

And tiger? Listen, it’s all tiger can do to stop the battle cry from leaving her throat. Tiger had dreams about this pizza, which she planned on eating with Gustaf’s scrambled eggs this very morning. Tiger purposely SAVED a few pieces of her pizza for this exact purpose.

And that wall-eyed, knock-kneed, bow-legged motherfucking ski-hill-nosed ASSHAT CLOWN thinks he can just eat it?

Tiger is livid.

And she calmly makes her way back to Bill’s room, closes the door quietly and observes the asshole sleeping soundly. On his back, stretched out, no doubt comfy and still with a full belly--from her pizza. She can’t control it anymore.

And with a mighty cry she grabs her pillow, and proceeds to whack him with it.

Multiple times.

“You dick,” she shrieks, and Bill is waking up to a full on assault and he’s very confused, “How fucking dare you. You know--YOU KNOW HOW MUCH--”

Bill shrieks, tries to block the blows with his arms, but he’s groggy and hungover and uncoordinated.

“Tiger what the--”

“You know what you clown ass motherfucker,” she snaps, “You know exactly what. I should take those jalapeños and shove them right up--”

Bill manages to grab the pillow, but tiger is crafty and all of a sudden she has a table lamp in her hands. Bill holds his arms out, trying to come to a truce.

“I thought it was for me!” he exclaims, and tiger looks at him incredulously.

“You always bring me your leftovers,” he mumbles. And look--Bill is big, and he’s all rumpled, and he’s so sleepy, and he’s so confused, and tiger almost takes pity on him. He’s just so cute.

Until another vision of those abandoned jalapeños, of her most perfect brick oven pizza, flashes through her eyes.

She calmly puts the lamp down.

“You’re right baby,” she says, and it’s sickeningly sweet and oh so fake, “I think that deserves head start, at least.”

Bill’s eyes widen, and tiger just glares. He’s standing stock still.

“5....4....” she starts to count, and suddenly Bill is all limbs and legs, tripping over himself as he makes a beeline for the door and down the hallway.

#funny #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble

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gojosgoddess · 4 years

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Carpet Burn

Pairing: Jonathan Lyndale “DaBaby” Kirk x Black! Thicc reader

A/N: Hello again guys!! I wanted to kind of make a continuation to Finally but you don’t’ have to read it before reading this one. I was re-watching his music videos and remembered how funny Carpet Burn was so I imagined if the girl in the video was his girl AKA you. Enjoy my gorgeous sister.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Smut, Thick Reader, Regular Nasty Nasty, unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap that willy)

Jon was crazy. You were a 100% certain that Jon was insane. But damn you love this fool. Here you were in a sexy black teddy, putting on your makeup and waiting for Jon to tell you that you were about to start filming.

You see, Jon thought up this brilliant idea to recreate the whole Cam Coldheart situation. He sat you down and explained the entire video which made you two crack up laughing to the point where your stomach hurt. And his bright idea? Add his gorgeous fiancé in the video.

You were going to film the backyard scene first where you’d basically be frolicking and rubbing up on each other, while you wore a sexy black bikini and he wore his overalls.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a knock came at the door and your man poked his head through the door with a grin on his face.

“Hey Babygirl.” He said in his deep, low voice making you smile at him. “Hi Baby.” You responded as he walked further into the room and closed the door. He dramatically leaned against the door and licked his lips while looking over your figure.

“Where your fine ass think you goin’? Looking like a full course meal, just waiting to devoured?!” He said before rushing towards you and playfully nibbling on your neck, causing you to giggle and lean into him.

“Baby come on now, you wanted me to look nice for your video so I just did what Daddy told me to do.” You said sweetly. He stopped nibbling to slowly look into your eyes. “Don’t you be starting something, you can’t finish. I will tear this ass up. Right now. Don’t play me.” He growled, holding you tighter and grinding his seemingly hard dick into your core making you bite his lip and purr.

“YO!! Y/N! JON! Come on out y’all, we ready to film!!” We heard Reel yell out. Jon completely ignored him and started sucking on your neck making you arch your back as he got to your spot that made your toes curl. You tapped his shoulder making him look up at you.

“Baby, we need to go film your music video for your song about the time we fucked on the floor in the living room cause we couldn’t make it to the bedroom.” You said, lightly tracing his lips. He groaned out loud, rolling his eyes and bit his lip.

“Aight Mama, but Imma get in that ass as soon as the shoot is over.” He smacked your ass before walking out, leaving you in shock. He laughed at your shocked face. “Come on my Nubian queen.” He walked out and you shook your head, following him.

“I’m gone make this hell for him.” You thought and smirked to yourself.

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To say Jon was horny and pissed, was a complete understatement. When he said he was going to tear your ass up, he was going to. Tear. Your. Ass. Up.

You were constantly rubbing on his dick, grinding up on him, even twerked on him once during the pool chair scene which made him had to call cut and go to the bathroom for a few minutes. You smiled as your plan to get dick was coming together.

We were now filming the final scene where we were laid up on the carpet with a blanket draped over us. You had changed into a little black teddy that accentuated your curves to the point where you looked like race car track.

“Yessss sir.” He acted while you were rubbing on his chest as he smoked a blunt. “Oh no Daddy, I think you gave me carpet burn.” You said with a pout as he smiled at you. “Cause I was dropping it off. Dropping it off. Like uh, uh,uh.” He laughed while thrusting his hips up making you immediately look at crotch and bite your lip at the dick print that was showing through the blanket.

Reel called cut and Jon changed into that fat suit for the next scene where he played Cam Coldheart, making you giggle at him while he did wild ass poses to make you laugh. “This boy a fool.” You thought fondly to yourself.

As soon as the shoot was over, everyone clapped while you smoothed over the sheets as you were still on the floor. Jon ripped off the wig and took off the fat suit and ordered everybody to get the hell out of the house. As soon as everyone was out, he locked the door and practically flew to you.

“So you thought you was cute, huh? Teasing me with that big ass, rubbing your titties all on me…you must not want to walk tomorrow huh?” He asked, pulling your hair so you looked up at him, “Babygirl, you better answer me.” He said sternly.

“Yes Daddy!” You moaned out. He smiled and released your hair before laying down next to you and spreading out his legs. “Well you gone get what you wanted baby, but you gone work for it first.” He said gesturing down to his dick. You smiled excitedly before moving down and releasing his dick from his briefs.

You always got excited about giving Jon head. His dick was long, thick yet just the right size for you. You swirled your tongue on his head making him suck in a breath before you slid him deep down your throat. “Oh, goddamn girl, you tryna snatch my soul.” He said in a strained voice while you looked up at him sexily. You loved the fact that he was so vocal during sex, there wasn’t anything sexier than a man who wasn’t afraid of moaning and groaning in your ear.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him deeper and jerking what couldn’t fit in your mouth. He groaned out loud and tucked your hair behind your ear so he could see you take his dick in your mouth. “Yeah Babygirl, take Daddy’s dick in that throat.” He growled making a waterfall appear in your teddy. You deepthroated him and while still maintaining the suction force causing his eyes to damn near roll his eyes into his head.

You continued your motion, going deeper and sucking harder till he pulled your mouth off him. “Baby I’m finna cum if you keep on throating my dick like that. I want to cum in that pussy now lay your ass down.” He said in a deep breath. You smirked to yourself, proud about your head skills while he muttered to himself. “Damn girl tryna suck the soul out my dick.” You both laughed at him before he brought you into a passionate kiss and laying you down.

He got on top of you, never breaking the kiss while unclipping the top of your teddy and sliding down the straps before pulling the rest of it down your body. Your legs slipped out of the leg holes while he bit your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth.

His sensual kisses moved down from your lips, to your neck where he marked your neck with hickies and nicked at the skin with little bites, making you quickly jump and him chuckle on your skin. He caressed your breasts while littering them also with hickies and sucking on your nipples with a hungry vigour. You moaned as he basically french kissed your nipples with his sexy lips. The list of sinful things this man could do with his mouth is endless.

His mouth travelled lower as he peppered kisses all over your soft tummy while lovingly rubbing on your rolls that he made sure to adore, appreciate and love every single time you two were together. He then licked a trail from your bellybutton to your navel before picking up your glorious thighs and placing them up on his shoulder. He looked you straight in your eye with lust before sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue. This man really tryna take your soul now.

It was your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he licked and sucked on your clit while fingering you. This man had your back arched as if you were possessed and all this time, he kept his eyes on you, watching your reaction and smirking every time you let out a scream of pleasure. At this point, your G-spot became a rest spot for the tips of his two fingers. At this point the pleasure was starting to override you and your body started to shake as your orgasm was fast approaching. Suddenly, he tore his lips and fingers from you before licking his lips and fingers.

“Goddamn girl, you taste good. You got that sweet gushy gushy for Daddy.” He said before laying on top of you. “I want you to cum on this dick.” He said before kissing you and wrapping your thick thighs around his waist. Though mad as hell that your orgasm was taken away from you, you kissed him back passionately and wrapped your arms around his back.

He tore away from your lips and looked you in your eyes before slowly slidinghis dick in your pussy making you close your eyes and sigh in relief.

“Ooh shit Daddy.” “Damn.” You both said in each other’s face. You smiled at him before he put his hand on your throat and squeezed while he started dishing out delicious thrusts. Your moans were cut short when he kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth as he grunted in yours. Your booty was rubbing against the carpet which would’ve made you stop but just like the first time, the dick was too A1 and perfect for you to ask him to stop.

He tore his lips away from yours to lean up and start delivering fast yet deep strokes. He tightened his hold on your neck as you tightened your grip on his dick. Your eyes went cross eyed and your toes curled as your first orgasm came and your practically exploded on his dick. You started to shake as he continued to give light thrusts to ride you through your orgasm. He waited for you to calm down before he pulled out and tapped his dick on your clit to make your body shake like you got electrocuted.

“Oh, I ain’t done with that ass Baby, come on now, face down, ass up.” He said licking his lips. You were still sensitive but you turned over and assumed the position. He got behind you and rubbed your ass.

“Hmm, the pussy good it had me stalking her.” He sang a lyric from his song before thrusting deep inside again. He propped his one leg up in a crunch position and started destroying that pussy. He pulled your hand with one hand and delivered harsh smacks to your ass adding on to the sensation.

“You gone tease me like that huh?! You gone shove that ass in my face with all those people staring?! You gone give Daddy his pussy like he deserves?!?” He asked, not once stopping his thrusts. Your eyes rolled over in your head as your head as practically shoved into the carpet. He grew angry and grabbed your hair and pulled you up towards him. “You gone fucking answer my questions!”

“Yes, yes, yes Daddy!!!” You yelled as you utterly felt your guts being arranged and your knees getting some carpet burn. “Ooh Daddy don’t stop!!” You moaned as your eyes crossed again and you felt that familiar tug at in your stomach. He released your hair and softly laid your upper body on the ground before he roughly took your wrists in his hands and thrusted even harder.

“Cum on this dick again Babygirl!! Drench my shit baby. Make a waterfall on this dick.” He said lowly knowing what his voice can do to you. And that seemed to the last straw as he gave one last hard thrust and both your bodies shook as you came.

“Oh Daddy!! Oh, right there, right there!! Daddy I’m cumming!!!” “Back that ass up on me ma, I’m finna cum right. Fucking. Now. Shittt!!! Babygirl!!!” You both said to each other as he filled you up and you drenched his lower abdomen and thighs.

He slipped out of you before he laid down next to you and laid you on his chest.

“I can’t believe I let your PT cruiser head ass give me carpet burn again.” You said breathily in shock. You laughed at his face as he looked at you shocked and tried to hide his laughter. “Babygirl…fuck you.” He said before laughing and playfully biting your round cheek. You laughed again before staring at his gorgeous face and lightly touching his adorable dimples.

“I love you Baby.” You said smiling at him. He softly pecked your lips. “I love you too Mama, more than you gone ever know.”

“Now lemme pick your thick ass up and get up out of this white people’s house ‘fore they come back.” He said making you both laugh.

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A/N: Hope you gorgeous goddesses like this one, I just had to do this because this man and his songs do something to me sometimes. Again, my ask box is open whether you want to talk about something or request something, as well as my messages. See y’all later and please stay safe my loves.

~Natascha

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banxson · 5 years

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jungkook as a boyfriend (long):

a/n:

since i am currently writing a jungkook social media au, i thought it would be fun to make a headcanon of bf jungkook. this post and the au does not go hand in hand at all. the masterlist to my au is in my bio, please give it a read :) (this prolly the worst self promo ever lol).

if you do want any other headcanon of the boys as a boyfriend, please let me know.

meeting the boys:

so basically, you were one of jimin’s closest friends.

you guys didn’t hang out as much as you used to because of his popularity and schedule.

he also wanted to keep the rest of the boys as far away from you as possible since he saw you as a little sister and felt like he had the duty to protect you.

clearly that didn’t go well.

you knew where their company’s building was, so you decided to give jimin a visit.

you weren’t sure if the other boys were there, but your guts told you that they most likely will be there.

so when you first walked in, jimin was stunned.

homeboy was happy to see you but also nervous because this would be the first time you would meet the rest of the group.

the group and you both knew how jimin wanted to keep you separate .

when the boys first saw you, they were confused.

but then they realized who you were and shouted out for you.

they all hugged you and guys introduced yourselves to each other.

jungkook was the one that caught your eye the most.

he was more shy and introverted than the others.

he barely made eye contact with you and spoke lowly as well.

jimin eased into the idea of you being friends with the boys.

he suggested that after practice, all 8 of you can go grab some dinner.

everybody liked the idea and you sat in the corner on a chair and waited.

through the mirror, you and jungkook would glance every couple of seconds or so.

he would look down shyly while you were glance over to the rest of the boys.

once their practice finished, you guys grabbed dinner near their dorm.

usually, girls would nervous to eat in front of guys, but that wasn’t you.

you stuffed the hell out of your mouth and they were genuinely surprised that you didn’t try to hide it.

because of that, you quickly bonded with jin since he is a huge foodie himself.

becoming good friends with the boys and jungkook:

over the course of a few weeks, you had gotten closer with the boys.

you were always hanging out in their practice room daily.

you would bring them food over sometimes if they stayed late.

they all considered you as part of the friend group and little sister at this point.

except jungkook.

homeboy grew a massive crush on you.

i mean little did he know, you felt the same way but lets not get to that just yet.

there would be times where you didnt hang out together at once.

for example, there was a day where you went out with jin to some new. restaurant you were interested in trying.

another day you went exploring with taehyung for pictures and to the museum on the way.

on a particular day, jungkook asked you to hang out.

he didn’t specify if it was a date or not, so you didn’t assume it.

you both went to the movies and then a carnival.

he even won you those teddy bears girls usually get in the movies.

he was a bit more open than the first time you met, but not completely.

you basically got closer and closer since that hang out,

you guys did talk about a lot of things when he walked you back to your complex.

that day, you knew that you had feelings for jungkook.

confessing:

jungkook definitely knew he liked you from the moment he met you.

at this point, the only people who knew you liked him was jimin, tae, and jin.

you were the closest with them and they already knew you well enough to know.

all the boys knew he liked you, he would make it so obvious

he would always somehow find a way to talk about in a conversation

there was a time when all the boys were discussing jungkook’s good ramen making skills, and he asked if they think you would like it.

he was just so obvious.

always complimenting you.

finding words and ways to make you smile.

i mean, it worked...

the boys finally convinced jungkook to ask you out and confess

he asked you to hang out and to dress nice on the day you met, just 4 months from then.

you did as told and wore blue jeans with a cute sweater since it wasn’t even summer yet.

jungkook had planned a picnic in the park by the water.

he thought maybe that would increase his chances of getting an official date with you.

and it did.

he confessed when you guys were eating dessert.

he was scared out of his mind that he ended up stuttering most of it

“i-i um i- h-have feel-” you get the point.

you found it cute and giggled at it softly which got him embarrassed.

“aw man now you’re laughing at me”.

you reassured him that wasn’t it and that you liked him too.

his eyes lit up so hard you could probably see his reflection in the water.

he then asked you out on an official date and of course you said yes.

dates:

jungkook wanted to take everything slow with you.

which made sense, you didn’t want anything rushed either.

you hung out with the boys daily and sometimes even slept over.

obviously you slept with jungkook in his bed.

the boys teased you and him doing the frickle frackle which both had you flustered.

you guys would wake cuddling together.

which meant

the boys taking lots of pics.

even with flash

jungkook would always cover your face so you wouldn’t get blinded.

so cute of him

you did spend most days hanging with just jungkook too.

when you guys weren’t together, you would be on call or ft when he wasn’t practicing.

if he was, he would of course tell you he would call you after he’s settled back at the dorm.

at this point, every time you guys were out, you had to be careful.

the group was getting more and more popular and the last thing jungkook wanted was you to be involved in the spotlight.

not that he didn’t wanna show you off, he so did.

he just knew you never had the experience and was afraid of how you would handle it.

every date that went by, he planned a perfect one where he would officially ask you to be his girlfriend.

he knew it would be tricky because of his fans.

so he improvised

he rented out a sea-front restaurant.

and also asked the chef to decorate a small cake.

he would have it say “be my girlfriend?” in edible rose petals.

he was going all out, as you deserved.

after dinner and about an hour of laughing, he finally asked for dessert.

you were completely stunned and his face was full of nervousness.

you just grabbed his cheeks by your hands and kissed him.

you nodded your head at the same time.

did that make sense? just imagine it idk.

both of you were incredibly happy.

you broke the news to the boys afterwards.

but not before jin yeeting your leftovers.

you did spend the night, no you didn’t do the frickle frackle.

your relationship:

well this is already mad long and we only up to the actual relationship.

please keep reading if you made it this far, im trying my best LFMAOOO.

as i was saying

the first important thing was keeping your relationship away from the public.

their boss of course knew about the relationship and told jungkook to be careful.

you guys would take a lot of couple pics but never post it.

you were known as jimin’s friend as it is, you didn’t wanna attract more news onto the group.

jungkook was very loving

obviously he was kind of shy in some situations.

but there were two jungkooks

bunny jungkook and daddy jungkook

boy oh boy

cuddling sessions would turn into makeouts.

makeouts would turn into last minute dick appointments.

you had to try to be quiet in case the others boys heard.

didn’t work out that great to be honest.

some days it would be at your place.

some days it would be at the boys dorm when no one but the both of you was there.

some days it would even be in the company building.

and lemme tell you

daddy jungkook >>>>>>>>>

you loved the soft jungkook too

but daddy jungkook just made you feel all types of things

the way he had control over you

the way he would dominate you

followed by aftercare

whew

this boy was IN LOVE with you

always protected you.

teased you obviously.

but in a cute way

after being together for a few months, you decided to go public.

some fans were proud

some...not so much

but jungkook didn’t care

he only cared about loving you, giving you what you deserve, and protecting you.

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buckysrighthanddoll · 5 years

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Feel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of past trauma, flashbacks, PTSD, the reader is a dick

Relationships were important to you. You were the type of person who tried to be friends with everybody and make them feel welcomed. This was no different when you were introduced to the Avengers.

Steve was the first Avenger that you met. He would come into your smoothie shop nearly every day, and he just knew that you weren’t quite like the other baristas there. It took around a month for him to ask you about it, which shocked you. You had thought you were doing an amazing job of not being suspicious.

You told him that you had the powers of emotional manipulation and superstrength. It was a struggle for you, especially since you had no idea how to control it. Sometimes you would be so depressed that people around you would cry without reason, other times you felt such elation that it leaked into the store patrons. The strength was rather easy to control in comparison.

He invited you to get some lunch a couple of times a week after that. It was nothing romantic; he simply wanted to get to know you better. After three weeks of getting to know each other, he asked Tony to train and recruit you. He just knew that you would make a wonderful addition to the team and that you would be welcomed and bring light to the dark days that the team would often experience. Steve also thought that you could break Bucky out of his shell a bit, seeing as you went through childhood trauma and were a survivor.

Tony absolutely adored you. He admired your charisma and humor and bright smile, and he thought that with some training, you would be a perfect fit for the team. The others agreed, so you were quickly recruited and given a bedroom to stay in (money was very tight and you could barely afford both rent and a car payment most months).

You met Bucky Barnes in the gym. You worked out for fun because even though you had super strength, you had to keep those muscles strong. Tony wanted you to learn how to fight, so he asked Barnes to teach you (if you call begging and coaxing “asking”).

You weren’t intimidated in the slightest. He was tall, had a metal arm, and was built like a Greek god, but other than that, you knew the Bucky that Steve told you about, and if any of it was true, then James Buchanan Barnes was a giant teddy bear.

“(Y/N)!” Tony called as he walked into the gym with Bucky not too far behind him. You dropped the bar you were deadlifting that had 500 pounds on it and looked over to the two men. “He’s training you to fight. Have fun, don’t kill each other,” Tony said over his shoulder as he left.

“Let’s get started,” Bucky mumbled, going over to the mat. You skipped behind him, your mood unbelievably high. He turns to look at you, all sunshine and smiles, and his heart nearly drops. You are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his entire life. “You’re (Y/N) I hear? I’m--”

“James Buchanan Barnes, but you go by Bucky,” You say, smiling lightly. “Steve told me all about you.”

“Ditto,” He smiles. “Okay, so the first thing we’re going to do is have a small fight. I’ll go easy on you and give you pointers, okay?” You nod your head and get ready. It was times like these when you were grateful that your mom signed you up for self-defense classes when you were fifteen. You took them for three years until you were an adult and couldn’t afford to take them on your own. Bucky takes a fast swing at you, which you catch. You twist his arm and then use it as leverage to hop onto his shoulders. He slams back, nailing you to the ground with his head.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice,” You laughed as he got up, springing up. He swings again, this time you ducked down and kicked your leg to the side, knocking him off balance. He pushes you back, pinning you to the mat with your wrists by your head. “For an old man, you sure fight well.”

“Aren’t you scared in the slightest?” Bucky asked you.

You laugh, a sound that Bucky wants to hear again and again. “Oh, James, I’m not scared at all.”

“You’re not?” He asked in disbelief.

You shook your head. “Being scared is a weakness, and I am not weak,” You said, all smiles despite the intrusive memories. It reminded you of when you were a child before all of these powers had come into play. You used to be scared shitless every single day because your drunken father would beat you senseless. Your mother had taught you that being scared was not okay. It was kin to hope, and hope led to being disappointed, and there was nothing your mother hated more than disappointment.

Which was probably why you despised being called a disappointment--it reminded you of her.

You shook your head quickly, then you lifted your arms off of the ground. They moved easily despite him putting his all into keeping you on the mat. He looked at you in shock as you both stood up. “How did you--”

“Did Tony not tell you about me?” You asked, twisting your head to the side innocently. You were the picture of innocence until people got to know you.

“No, he just told me to come in here and train you.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame,” You said, frowning a little.

“I think we should call it now. You’ve got the basics of fighting down.”

You smiled and walked with him to the kitchen.

The two of you grew very close. You talked to him every single day, and you often spent until two in the morning in his bedroom. He was easy to talk to and he loved how inviting and kind you were. You sparred three days a week to get you ready to take on many opponents of his build, which were the majority of the enemies. Natasha trained you two days a week to get used to being more nimble, flexible, and unpredictable with your strikes. You soon became an amazing fighter who was both super strong and sly.

You and Bucky were in the tower’s cinema one late night, watching some 80’s movie that you had insisted on. You just got back from a rather rough mission in which you liberated multiple children from two abusers-- men that reminded you too much of your father. Once you were back on the quinjet, the entire mood was dark and sad despite the victory that you, Wanda, and Tony had. Your memories got the best of you, and suddenly you were sad and the emotion leaked into the others, and anybody who was near you.

Including Bucky.

He wiped a tear from his face subtly, trying not to let it show that he was crying. Your head rested on his shoulder, eyes shut as you listened to the surroundings. Half of the movie played with the two of you sitting in silence, but eventually, he couldn’t take being so sad. He excused himself, stepping out of the cinema and retreating to his bedroom. You sighed and turned off the movie, deciding to try to sleep.

The exhaustion from the mission did little to help your mind slip into unconsciousness, but it got there eventually with the help of medication.

You moped around the next day, as well. The PTSD flared through the entire day, making everybody around you uneasy. Normally, you were all sunshine and smiles, a walking lollipop, entirely too happy and optimistic. The team had never seen you so down or irritable.

“Could you hand me the butter knife?” You asked Natasha impatiently. When she didn’t react quick enough, likely due to her being in a conversation with Steve, you angrily stomped over and grabbed it yourself. You didn’t understand how you were being so grumpy right now, but you were.

You finished the sandwich and gripped it tightly as you walked back to your room, ignoring all of the glances the team was giving you. Training was in an hour, but you wanted to get to the gym as soon as possible.

“Hey, (Y/N)--”

“Not a good time, Barnes,” You said, slamming your door shut behind you. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. Not once had you ever called him by his last name. You always called him Bucky, or sometimes James when you were being particularly silly, but never Barnes.

You scarfed down your food quicker than normal, changing into workout clothes and heading down to the gym. You swung and punched the bag until it split open down the center. And even then, you kept swinging.

“Take it easy there, girly,” Sam laughed, coming up behind the bag and holding on to it. You rolled your eyes and kept swinging, knocking the air out of him. “(Y/N), can you please talk to one of us? We’re worried.”

“Why? I’m perfectly fine,” you said irritably.

Sam rolled his eyes at you as he stepped in front of the bag, blocking you from swinging again. His tone gets serious as he gives you a soft look. “We know that you’re not. We just want to see you happy, that’s all.”

“Listen, Wilson, I’ll be fine.” The rest of the team streams in, eyeing you and Sam down cautiously. “Let’s just get this done and over with.”

You sparred Steve first. Taking him down was easy given today’s anger level. You pinned him down in two minutes flat, shocking even him.

Next was Sam. He was an easy fight since you had super strength and he didn’t have a fighting advantage. Thirty seconds was all it took.

Natasha and you fought next. She nearly got you, but you pulled one of her moves and pinned her beneath you, winning the match in a minute or so.

Bucky was last. All of your built-up anger was leaking into the rest of the team, but him more so. Bucky was always more sensitive to your emotions. He put up a hell of a fight and was currently winning. You had your thighs wrapped around his neck one second, and the next you were slammed against the mat with a hand around your throat. Before you could react, a flashback filled your mind.

All you could think of was your father. The man who tormented and abused you. The man who was supposed to love you unconditionally, but instead shattered everything that you were.

“Please don’t hurt me,” You softly cried out. Tears pooled to the surface, all of your anger subsiding as it was replaced with fear. You saw Bucky’s face shift into your father’s, and it petrified you. “Not again; it’s been years.”

Bucky caught on to what was going on. He knew PTSD very well, and he saw how you looked at him as if he were the most intimidating thing on this planet. It was like you were seeing a ghost.

He releases his hold around you, allowing you to sit up. “Take her back to her room,” Tony said, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Take care of her.”

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice as he picked you up. You were nearly frozen in shock, your eyes closed tight as you thought of some of the things that your father had done to you.

Getting up to your room, Bucky sets you on the bed. You willed yourself to open your eyes, looking at Bucky. His eyes were warm and kind and the opposite of the man you were just thinking about.

“Please, darlin’, talk to me,” Bucky said. “You haven’t been yourself.”

You let out a choked sob. “My father used to abuse me. Almost every single day. My mom was too scared to leave him, so she did nothing. We lived in constant fear of him coming home each day. And on the last mission, those men reminded me so much of him. I’ve tried being fearless, because being scared is weak, and I am not weak,” You gritted out. “And it normally works. But then shit like this happens and I’m sent right back to my childhood home and I get scared and I hate it and--”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky said, reaching out and stroking your hair. “He isn’t here anymore. We’ve got you, okay? We’ll always have you.”

You nodded your head, taking some deep breaths in an attempt to contain your emotions. “I’m lucky to have you all.”

“We’re lucky to have you.”

“No, really. You guys are the family that I never had. And I’m so fucking thankful that I have you in my life. Buck, you mean everything to me.” He smiled lightly at the statement. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

“Please don’t promise me anything,” You laughed drily. “There has never been a promise that has been kept in my life.”

“What if I promised to love you with every breath given to me?” Bucky asked quietly.

“What?” You asked in disbelief. You had fallen hard for the man in front of you, but you never wanted to push anything too far. It was shocking that he harbored any feelings for you at all.

“I mean it, (Y/N). I promise to make you feel cherished and loved, because you deserve it, because you are amazing in every way; because I’m falling for you.”

He leaned in slowly, glancing at your lips as he caressed your face. You melted into his touch, and when your lips met, you lost yourself entirely. There was no telling where you were, and that’s because mentally, you were sure that you had just transcended time and space. It was a small, lingering kiss, but it made you feel so intensely that Bucky could feel it, as well.

You broke away first, looking into his eyes as you processed what just happened. “Please tell me that was real,” You whispered.

“I promise you that it was,” Bucky laughed--music to your ears.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Well since you told me you write for Henry P. Too. Could you please do numbers 82 and 56 from the smut list where you are close friends but he wants more pretty please?!

(A/N): Hey sweetie!

I missed this request and this cutiepie, who let me tell you is the cutest babe ever! (And I hope I didn’t make him too OOC).

Hope you’ll like it sweetie!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Foul Language, Use of The F-World, Light Femdom, Friends-to-Lovers. Fairs.

Living in a small city had its downsides, one of which was that everybody knew everybody’s secrets.

Except you and Henry, your best friend since you were nothing more than children running around half naked and away from your respective mothers.

But you didn’t seem to know what the city knew: that you were desperately in love with the other.

You were the only ones who denied this every time Dolores would make fun of you for waiting for Henry to come in the diner, your face immediately lighting up as he moved in front of you, saluting you shyly as if he didn’t expect you to be there, although you never missed an ‘appointment’.

‘It’s almost as if he is your midnight sun’ joked the waitress, as you blushed and hid your face in your sweater ‘… when will you finally just stop pretending that you are not into each other and share one big kiss?!’.

You always shushed her, scared that Henry would hear you, but the boy was as dense as you about the relationship question.

‘… it isn’t like it seems’ he mumbled when Tallulah would tease him about your staying over at their house when you were too tired to go back ‘… we are just good friends’.

‘Whatever you say, sweetcheeks’.

But although you could suppress your immediate reactions, you couldn’t simply push back anymore your crushes eventually falling back to the point you were now.

You had gone out to a local fair, there weren’t many and surely there weren’t also many occasions to have fun at Battlecreek so you and Henry did the best you could to enjoy each of them, with the favor of night.

Like two normal people.

Like a normal couple.

You had your arms jokingly attached to his as you bit onto his cotton candy, gaining a small glare from him, who chastised you for ‘eating more than half of his cotton candy’.

“Oh c’mon, Henry!” you protested, lightly pushing him away with your shoulder “… I’ll buy you a new one!”.

“… or maybe you could give me something sweater”.

Immediately as the words escaped Henry’s mouth, he looked away, his tone a whisper that you still caught…

… and it didn’t fail to make you blush, wondering whether it was a simply illusion or the truth.

“… c’mon, let’s go to the ring game” the sweet boy immediately changed topic, grabbing your hand in a way that lot you to shiver lightly, although you were aware that it was simply a gesture of friendship, but you still couldn’t help but question it.

The way Henry had spoken, the innuendo evident in his words, and the way his had trembled lightly around yours, already sweaty for excitement and agitation got you quite interested into what might be happening soon-

Could Henry share your thought that this relationship was more than a simple friendship?

“Are you sure that you want to try?” you joked, as Henry paid the man at the stand “… you have a terrible aim”.

“Don’t be always so mean, sweetheart” but Henry’s aim did suck, hence he was barely able to put one, as you managed to win him quite the teddy bear, giving it to him, as he gave you the lollipop he had won.

‘Quite the sweet tooth over here, (Y/N)’ you heard some guys whisper, the same ones who taunted desperately Henry, and you simply ignored them, moving faster, although you felt Henry growing a bit restless beside you, closer even.

Which you didn’t mind.

“Want to show me that mouth” spoke another and you simply turned around to flash him the bird, moving forward but being blocked by another one of the group.

Henry glared at him and tried to move further, bumping his chest against the alpha-male one and you tried to stop him, but the entire gesture was useless, because the crowd closed onto you, and you couldn’t help but fear the entire group’s mind.

“… little whore and her faggot boyfriend” said someone, and you did something that came from the bottom of your heart, and guts… and worst intentions.

You kneed the poor fucker in the groin.

Which was enough to make everyone lose their minds, as they immediately crouched down, as if they had been the ones kicked in the groins, breaking the circle and without looking back you pulled Henry in a fast run.

Agitation slowly left your bodies as hysterical laugh filled your lungs, leaving your mouth in a soft smirk that got you breathless, as you stopped your small run in the middle of nowhere.

You both laughed in your faces, mumbling about ‘you should have seen them!’, ‘Those fucking dicks!’, ‘Idiotic morons’.

And then high on adrenaline, Henry had kissed your mouth, softly because he immediately realized what he had done.

You kept your eyes closer, trying to desperately keep the memory of the kiss behind your lids.

As embarrassment coated your cheeks you immediately came closer to Henry, being the one who pressed lightly your lips against his, this time.

Also, this time your kiss was broken apart early but a shy Henry, with guilt in his eyes.

“… I am sorry, if I ruin…”.

“You have no idea how much I want you” you spoke gently, your hands tangling themselves in his hair “… how much I wanted to do that since for ever”.

“… I didn’t want to ruin our relationship” he spoke continuing onto rambling stupid words, that didn’t matter to you.

Because you always had loved him.

“… you won’t, baby boy” you mumbled softly, as your hand softly kissed his Cupid’s bow, in a tempting way that got him to ask more of you, searching your mouth desperately but you simply withheld it from him, smirking.

A bit unsure of what this all meant for you, and a bit scared exactly like him.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

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jasonsthunderthighs · 5 years

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Book Explanation Post

Ok, so the story will take place in four different parts of the world and distinct timelines for two of the characters. There are four characters:

Draven (Hybrid, in the UK)

Evelyn (Human Experiment in Oregon, USA)

Zevonia (Faerie Creature in Transylvania, Romania)

Baxter (Human in Munich, Germany).

It’s basically about how a different group of beings in the world (Humans, Human Experiments, Creatures and Hybrids) live and survive. Cause in this book, the Creature and Hybrids are basically illegal and are seem as dangerous and should be killed or sent to a facility if seen or caught. But even the Human Experiments get it worse as well.

But when it came to people being sold off to in the underground auctions or facilities, it doesn’t matter who you are, they don’t care and will do it for money, both Humans and Creatures.

And now this year in the year 2020. I had vowed to finish this book and get it published after 11 years of dicking around with this (started at the age of 12 with the small idea until it grew when I was 15, and life happened, and now I’ve been actually writing this since 2018 at the age of 20)

Also, this story begins in 2013 and has a five-year time stamp on what happens from them explaining how they’re living for the past five years to when the characters actually meet up and form their group. (Cept for Draven and Evelyn.)

**Side note: There are two countries in the world that are safe havens for Creatures and Human Experiments:

Sweden

And that’s where rescued Creatures and Human Experiments go-to for refuge and to live without getting killed for no reasons and sold out. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn't happen, though it’s illegal to and it’s being stopped. They also do kill the auctioneer and their followers or anybody apart of the auction wanting to buy a Creature or Human Experiment. And it’s run by Creatures as well. (Yes, the Queen is a CREATURE!)**

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Draven is a Hybrid who is 1,000 (21) years old who's been owned, sold out to, tortured and all that for 334 years cause his older brother, Logan, hates him for being a Hybrid. He's also the second youngest of ten kids:

Logan

Victoria

Bucky

Steve

Coraline

Axl

Xion

Anastasia (his twin sister)

Draven

Riko.

In which Logan is the biggest arsehole ever, and everybody wants him dead (but I'm not going to kill him cause I like to piss off my friend and Tim with the fact that the bastard child won't be dead anytime soon). The night before Draven was sold, Logan killed their own mother, Draven's twin and lover in a house fire just to make Draven's life more miserable. Draven then goes on a killing spree in a white rage, killing 3 million people in a white rage for the loss of his twin sister and lover before Logan found and sold him off. (Logan also ended up kidnapping Xion and has hidden her in Russia somewhere) He was sold off to an underground auction for bout 450k£. He had been sold off to from "master" to "master" (He would also kill his "masters" and would get caught months later, cause he had no idea how to defend himself at the time until years later. He's killed 4 out of 7 "masters") before he landed in America and killed the last "master" he had.

This is where the real story begins to where the other characters will be involved. Draven then finds out bout the underground auctions and bout facilities (a place where Humans get turned into a Human Experiment via Creature Blood. They're kidnapped as babies and kept there to be experimented on. Creatures get sent there by authorities, so it's like a Creature prison as well.) and stumbles upon one where Evelyn is at, rescue Evelyn and the other prisoners before blowing up the facility to the ground.

I'm not going to tell you more on what happens cause it'll ruin the book.

Draven is very anti-technology and will NOT pick up a phone, computer, etc., in fear he’ll be tracked down and sold off again. He can kill them, but he wants to not do a lot of killing, so he can try to give Hybrids a good name.

He’s also got a safe house in a very secluded area and loves it there to relax and be away from the bullshit of the world. But, sadly, he doesn’t live there at all, cause he’s afraid that he’ll somehow be tracked there, despite hum making no technology to be tracked from and uses so many protection spells and techniques to keep that house safe from ever being tracked down by scent. And that nobody can even enter the premises cause of some Creature repellent that immediately kills anybody who tries to enter.

He’s got trust issues and barely trusts anybody, but sees good in Evelyn. He’s a messed up dude with a shit load of problems and can’t even trust his own shadow cause of the bullshit he went through. (I put him through.)

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So a Hybrid is a mixture of ALL the Creatures in the world. It's almost like a birth defect. They're godlike and really powerful; unlike in Draven's case, he was suppressed from ever using or leaning his powers, so he didn't even know how powerful he was until he escaped the final time.

Evelyn is a 19-year-old Human Experiment who escapes with Draven and tries to live her life as a Human Experiment. She's a “Dream Waster”, technically she can manipulate thoughts and create fake memories and thoughts of oneself into anything she wants that person to believe what I want them to believe. She’s got the IQ of 174 and one of the only Human Experiments with a high IQ, so she got tortured and experimented on the worse.

She doesn’t know who her parents are, due to being kidnapped by one of the workers of the facility. So she doesn’t even know if she has any siblings (I’ll probably give her an older sibling.)

Oh, the government knows about this shit and were the ones who allowed it to happen in the first place.

I can’t tell you any more on what happens in her life, cause it’ll ruin the story.

But she’s a very sweet girl who’ll kick your arse if you fuck her over.

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Baxter (Tim’s ( @nycterisarts) German husband. Haha) is a 22-year-old Human who’s a Creature Hunter that wants what's best for his younger siblings and his mother. He’s the eldest of 5:

Baxter

Zollar

Fredrick

Hugo

Shoshanna

His father got killed by a Werewolf Creature when he was 12 or 15 (I forgot the correct age and I can’t find my notebook filled with my information and small details, cause I just moved and everything is packed up.) in front of him and got scarred by it and vowed to protect his family and be the best older brother and the son.

He’s got scars from the Werewolf Creature attack on his face and upper body area and doesn’t care for his appearance as his family is already known to be the best Creature Hunters in Germany and everybody hires them to hunt the Creature for money in their village, cities and towns.

He’s a badass motherfucker who cares for his family and will kill you if you hurt them. He’s serious at what he does but is a loving and playful brother. Just not on a job. He’s asshole™ but can be a teddy bear.

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Last but certainly not least, Zevonia. She just an 809 (17) Faerie Creature who just wants to not get killed by anyone and run the clothing shop she got after her parents left after Adrian was born.

She’s also the middle child of 3:

Sebastian

Zevonia

Adrian

She’s the only one who runs the clothing store and works with Mermaid Creatures who owns a jewellery store and they both help each other get the jewels and fabrics for their shops.

She’s pretty good at keeping the shop standing for the past 190 years but wants to design outfits for Creature models that are in some countries and in the UK and Sweden.

She’s a stubborn headed, thoughtful girl who is still growing and learning more of the horrible world. She is just a little shit wanting to fuck shit up and cause havoc for the Humans and the government.

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I have yet to make a blog. But, if you’re all interested, then I’ll do it and cosplay the characters in this book:

Creatures:

Mains:

Draven Roché

Zenovia

Roché Family:

(In Hell) (The dad) Azrael

(Deceased) (The mum) Sylvia

(Missing) Logan

Victoria

Bucky

Steve

Coraline

Axl

(Missing; possibly deceased) Xion

(Decease) Anastasia

(Sent to America) Riko

Molino Family:

Constantine

Morticia

Sebastian

Adrian

Friends (Bucky’s friends that Riko was sent to America to, and these two are dating):

Reynard Way (Best friends with Sebastian and Souxie)

Natasha Johansson (Best friends with Souxie and Sebastian)

Partners:

(Bucky’s girlfriend) Lady Death

(Draven’s lover) Aurora

(Logan’s girlfriend) Scarlet

(Sebastian’s girlfriend) Souxie (Best friends with Natasha and Reynard)

Humans:

Evelyn Hurt

Baxter

Rawlings Family:

Oskar

Nadine

Fredrick

Hugo

Shosanna

~~~

I think that’s it! Feel free to ask questions! Sorry that it took forever, ADHD is a bitch.

I’m honestly going to be sad if nobody reads this, cause it took me forever to write this and I just wanna get this book out for people to read.

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What are your headcanons about Teddy?

An excellent question, thank you anon! Edited to go under a cut because it got too long!

Ellie:

Just a disaster to be honest

Victoire dumped him about halfway through her final year of school. He was honestly a bit relieved

Inexplicably stayed incredibly good friends with her sister Dominique and Molly, who is Dom’s best friend despite being three or four years younger than her. By the time he’s in his mid-20s they’re pretty much his only friends. He’s aware of how lame that is

Has 0 self awareness, falls easily to self pity, doesn’t believe in analysing his own feelings and likes to make everything into a joke rather than thinking too hard about it

Constantly beleaguered by Potter kids and hates them for it (but loves them)

A surprisingly talented artist, particularly illustration. He never intends to do anything with it but eventually Ginny and Harry convince him that he has to get a real job instead of living off his inheritance/grandmother/War Orphan benefits. His first official Art Job is illustrating a new set of textbooks Harry commissions when he takes over the DADA job at last. He’ll end up being the biggest name in magical art but still turns around to see who’s followed him when he walks into a room and everybody claps

Falls quite pathetically in love with Molly at some point, but takes forever to realise it. They live together for eight years before Dominique gets sick of waiting and proposes to Molly on his behalf. He’s genuinely confused because he thought he’d proposed to her the week they first got together and had just assumed she wasn’t interested when she didn’t start making any wedding plans and was too embarrassed to ask again. (What he actually said was, “We should get married,” and Molly said, “What, now?” and he said “No obviously, but at some point in the future, right?” and she said “Yes” and assumed a proper proposal would be forthcoming at some point in the future. It was not.)

Becca:

It’s a long time since I wrote my Teddy properly, which is why I hesitated in putting down my headcanons, but as it turns out I still like most of the basics I established, so here goes

He’s either a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff (originally I wrote him as Gryffindor, but I’m considering moving him; he fits in either really, but I have a lot of Gryffindor Next Gen characters)

Teddy is so laid-back he’s horizontal. He takes life and the world as it comes, he’s steady and kind and almost never angry, but (initially at least) lacking in any type of ambition, and very disinclined to work hard at much

His main passion from childhood is magical creatures, and although Hagrid has retired by the time Teddy reaches third year, he still has his hut in the grounds and his herds of creatures in the forest, and Teddy is regularly to be found down there, even when he’s supposed to be somewhere else

He gets on very well with Charlie Weasley too, and spends the Easter of his fifth year out on the dragon reserve in Romania, which really solidifies his desire to work with magical animals

To the Potter kids, he’s like the best kind of big brother, always there to play games when they’re little, to plead their case (especially Lily’s) with their parents, and, as they get older, to listen, give advice (not always good) and tell them to stop being little dicks when they’re being little dicks

After Hogwarts, he drifts for several years, not really knowing what he wants to do. He gets temporary jobs, mostly bar work, but never stays in them long, because he much prefers his voluntary work with magical creature conservation charities and resents having to give up time from them to do paid work

I take the unpopular fandom line of actually liking him with Victoire, although the early years of their relationship are full of ups and very significant downs. Victoire is just about the only thing that can consistently and predictably get him riled up, which is annoying in itself, and it takes them a long number of years (and a period apart) to settle their tempestuous love down to something good and steady

Teddy does quite a lot of growing up through his 20s, and spends a bunch of time abroad working with his magical creatures; he actually decides at the age of about 24 that what he really wants to do is teach (CoMC of course) but there isn’t a job opening, and anyway he doesn’t want to teach at Hogwarts until all the Weasley/Potter kids have left, thanks

He gets his chance eventually at the age of 29 (Lucy Weasley is still at school, but she’s a 7th year and doesn’t actually take CoMC, so he figures it’s okay; he forgets until he’s there that he also has a young Malfoy cousin in 6th year who does take CoMC), by which time he has more or less sorted himself out (enough, at least), is back with Victoire, and even has a little girl called Jessica, who came along possibly before they had really intended to have children, but that does not affect how much they (and the rest of the family) love and cherish her

#ask #anonymous #we waited for lile 2 weeks for the others to add theirs sorry anon!!#so you just get ours 🙈#ellie #teddy lupin #headcanons #long post

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An Arsenic and Old Lace Retrospective

Frank Capra directed the now-classic then-flop, It’s a Wonderful Life, and through repeat airing it’s come to be appreciated as one of the best Christmas movies ever made. I wish the same would happen with Capra’s other, lesser-known holiday movie, Arsenic and Old Lace.

Last year I asked you guys what I should do a spooky meta on, and Arsenic and Old Lace lost to Eerie, Indiana. But I’ve had this old gem on my mind ever since. It’s not exactly obscure, but a lot of people haven’t heard of it and that’s a shame.

I’ve talked about this movie before, but it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, thanks to the material, the cast, the director, and of course, the setting.

Halloween!

** SPOILERS**

FOR ARSENIC AND OLD LACE ** SPOILERS **

While we’re warning people, this movie is from the 1940s. It not only plays violence and murder for laughs, but it also psychopathy and alcoholism, so if any of that bothers you, this is not the movie for you.

Based on a really good, really popular broadway play, Arsenic and Old Lace was a safe picture Frank Capra made to make sure his family would have money during the breaking Second World War.

There are a few problems with the adaption. For one thing, the main character in the play was a dramatic critic and his knowledge of the tropes and cliches of suspense plays was used to turn a suspense plot into a meta-comedy. But moving mediums makes it less meta than just mocking.

Also, the play had a piece of delicious stunt casting the movie couldn't get. Boris Karloff -- then renowned for playing Frankenstein in one of the most influential horror films, period -- played a character who’d had his face mangled by a drunken plastic surgeon and everyone in the play remarks on his resemblance to... Boris Karloff.

Unfortunately, when the play’s producers wouldn’t let it’s star be in it, the joke just wasn’t the same. They also added a pointless framing device with a cabby and censored the best jokes in the story. Other people have complained about Cary Grant’s over-the-top performance, including Grant, but I could give a damn. He’s funny and he’s lookin’ fine as hell in this movie. I’m good.

That being said, and without giving everything away, here’s the plot.

Mortimer Brewster (Grant) is a cynical dramatic critic, reluctant to marry his sweetheart, Elaine (Priscilla Lane). It turns out he’s nervous about starting a new family because his own has a history of madness and murder that stretches back to the Mayflower, and he’s afraid any children he had with Elaine would keep that tradition alive.

But when he finally decides to tie the knot, he returns to his childhood home in Brooklyn to tell his spinster aunts, Abby and Martha, (played adorably by Josephine Hull and Jean Adair) the good news. They insist on celebrating so Mortimer puts his honeymoon on hold.

Mortimer’s brother, Teddy, (John Alexander) still lives at home, needing to be cared for by his aunties. You see, he’s convinced he’s Theodore Roosevelt. He feels the need to charge the stairs like they’re San Juan Hill. The cops are over frequently because Teddy’s been disturbing the peace by blowing his bugle.

Everybody knows Teddy’s a loon, but he’s obviously harmless so no one takes him seriously when he casually mentions digging new locks for the Panama Canal or “Yellow Fever” victims in the cellar...

Mortimer’s other brother, Jonathan, (Raymond Massey) who’s been away for twenty years, chooses that night of all nights to come home. Escaped from a prison for the criminally insane, he’s spent the last few years running from the law. When he comes home, it's with a fresh corpse in tow, a guy he calls Mr. Spenalzo, who he killed for trying to blackmail him, and for saying he looked like Boris Karloff, something that absolutely sets Jonathan off.

The reason for this, as mentioned above, was that the doctor who changed his face was hammered... and watched Frankenstein just before he operated.

This doctor is Herman Einstein, (Peter Lorre) a gangland surgeon and Jonathan's accomplice. He’s the one who broke Jonathan out and changes his face for him whenever it’s necessary. The Brewster house has a laboratory upstairs (remember, these people are historically bonkers) and Jonathan wants to start a business there, changing criminals’ faces for cash and using his sweet innocent aunties as a front.

There’s only one problem: sweet though they may be, the Brewster sisters are far from innocent.

* * *

This is a truly screwy plot with a lovely cast and it’s very Halloweeny and funny.

As sad as it is that Karloff couldn’t be in it, Massey plays Jonathan very well and unless someone brings up his resemblance to Karloff, it’s easy to forget and just enjoy his performance. He makes Jonathan feel more like a gangster than a movie monster, and while there are times when he’s clearly doing a Karloff impression, the rest of the time he’s just being a dick.

The actors all have really great chemistry with each other. Teddy is the absolute cutest, I’m not sure how, and the Brewster sisters are fantastic. The lovebirds are likable, it’s fun to watch Grant and Massey face off like sworn enemies, and anytime these guys get to improv, it’s delightful. Grant is just goofy and you get to see him talk to himself a lot in this movie.

Every once in a while, the tone goes dark, but only for a laugh.

As anyone who’s followed me on any social media platform will tell you, Peter Lorre is my favorite actor, but this movie is the reason why. Despite the fact that he’s basically just playing the role he’d been typecast as for years (a creepy, vaguely German criminal who’s not not-crazy) he plays him with depth and pathos and somehow manages to make a murderer’s accomplice in a spoof comedy into a terribly tragic figure. It may not be Lorre’s best movie or best performance, but it will always be my personal favorite.

I know it's not even September yet, but Happy Halloween anyway!

#arsenic and old lace #cary grant #peter lorre #happy halloween #long post

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angsty-violet · 5 years

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December Fics - 1

So I was going to post these each day but forgot so all of them are on my AO3 account but I’m still going to post all of them here. These are my December Prodigal Son fics. Half will be Fluff half will be Smut. The Smut will be under a cut. This is Thanksgiving, a fluff piece.

Malcolm had just barely dodged going to his mother’s place for Thanksgiving. It’d been a really close call. In the end, though with Ainsley working and Malcolm not really wanting to be there, she’d capitulated and decided that she was just going to spend it with a few of her friends at one of the lady’s clubs. That meant Malcolm was free to spend his Thanksgiving how he wanted.

Alone in front of the TV.

At least that had been his plan. However, when Dani said that she wasn’t able to visit her family because they were going to visit some relatives out of town, JT hadn’t been able to get plane tickets and Malcolm was spending it alone, Gil had decided that the four of them were going to spend it together. Come hell or high water.

They all agreed that they would each bring one dish, one dessert, and one drink. Gil would make the turkey, the cranberry sauce and had the wine. Dani had the Sweet Potato casserole, a pumpkin pie, and the scotch. JT had the cheesy hash browns, an apple pie, and the beer. Finally, Malcolm had the dressing and a pecan pie. Because despite the fact that he had been born and raised in New York, it was his favorite.

Which is how they all found themselves at Gil’s place sharing a meal.

“So, explain it to me, so I don’t get it wrong,” JT said while dishing out the hash browns. He gave extra to Malcolm.

“I’m non-binary but I used male pronouns most of the time. It’s a lot simpler and I like the way they sound in sentences.” Malcolm said glaring at the food on his plate a little.

“So, there are times when you don’t use male pronouns? When are those?” Dani was passing around the other sides serving both herself and Malcolm. However, Malcolm was receiving more food than everybody else. Gil was hiding a smile when he saw how much food was on Malcolm’s plate. He would never finish all of it, but it was sweet that Dani and JT were so concerned. To be honest, Malcolm was way to thin.

“Well, I’ll tell you if they come along. Some days I just want to be obviously non-binary. Sometimes I want to be a dick to the community gatekeepers who want to insist on a certain set of criteria to be allowed in.”

“Well, you tell us when and we’ll do our best to remember. Can’t guarantee but we’ll try.”

“Thanks, guys. That means a lot to me.”

“Alright, guys let’s eat. Malcolm you don’t need to eat all of that, but I expect you to eat at least a quarter of it. Understand?” Gil gave Malcolm a stern look. Malcolm gave a sigh but nodded.

“Yes, mom.”

JT snorted and pinched Malcolm on the arm. Malcolm swatted at him and Dani rolled her eyes.

“Children behave. JT don’t pinch your little brother. Malcolm do as you are told. Please at least pretend that the three of you are grownups even if it isn’t true.”

Prodigal Son

Malcolm was in JT’s lap. There was no other way to describe it. Although he wasn’t literally in JT’s lap, he basically was in JT’s lap. The two of them were on the loveseat together which wasn’t really a problem for Malcolm who didn’t really take up space. JT, on the other hand, wouldn’t have fit by himself very well, let alone with Malcolm. That led to their close quarters.

Neither of them minded though. Quite frankly they both might have been tap dancing around the issue, but their bodies were not. Malcolm was both doing his own words and helping JT with his. Which meant that the two of them were in the lead with Gil next and Dani last. When Malcolm helped JT play “Ozone” on a triple word score for 34 points, Gil called it.

“Okay, let's watch TV.”

Malcolm frowned. “But why?”

Gil sighed exasperatedly, “Because kid, either you are going to win, or you are going to help JT win. We don’t stand a chance. Besides, there are only so many words that a single person can think of. Come on, I think the Charlie Brown specials might be on.”

Dani and JT put away the board while Gil started flipping through the channels and Malcolm pouted. JT picked up Malcolm by the waist and settled him down on his lap properly this time. His arms wrapped around the slender waist and his face buried in the soft hair.

“You two are adorable. You especially Malcolm. You’re like a little teddy bear, made for being cuddled and looked after.”

“I am the cutest teddy bear. There is none other cuter than me.”

JT laughed, “Yeah, not a single other. Only you Bright. Only you.”

Gil finally managed to locate the channel that was playing the peanuts special and the four of them watched the episode with Peppermint Patty steamrolling Charlie Brown into putting on Thanksgiving by himself and the one about the Pilgrims. After that, they moved onto a few lighthearted Thanksgiving movies.

It was nearly 1 AM when the last one finished and Gil figured that they should call it a night. Dani was dozing in her chair, so he sent her off to his spare bedroom. Malcolm was sound asleep on JT’s chest and for once seemed to be sleeping peacefully. A look passed between JT and Gil and they silently decided not to wake Malcolm.

Gil brought a few blankets and extra pillows helping JT be a little more comfortable and warmer. Malcolm never even stirred despite being draped in a soft warm blanket and JT kissing his head. All he did was give a soft sigh and snuggle closer to the man underneath him.

Gil himself headed off to bed. It had been a long few months with the discovery of the Junkyard Killer and his connection to Malcolm’s father. He could rest easy though knowing that the three people he cared for most were tucked away safe in his home.

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #jt tarmel #dani powell #gil arroyo #fluff #writing #violet's writing

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forkanna · 3 years

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NOTE: This chapter is even more NSFW than the previous, including actual sex. Reader discretion advised.

Stalemate. For ten full, agonising seconds, Rise and Ai were locked in place, staring into each other's eyes unblinking as their bodies remained flush with each other. Burning with an arousal neither was prepared to deal with.

"Morning," Rise finally managed to respond quietly.

"So… so this isn't- I wasn't trying… to… what is going on?"

"You rolled on top of me while you were asleep," she told her immediately — purely so she wouldn't spend any time worrying that she had done anything wrong. "And, um, your little friend decided to let me know she's already awake! S-so, um… so that's a thing I know now!"

"OhmyGOD," she blurted, starting to push upward against the futon beneath them. "Rise, I am so sorry, I can't believe-"

"Nnhhh!"

Well, that shut them both up. Knowing her cheeks were flaming pink, Rise turned to one side to stare off toward the door. At least Ai could only see half of her burning face this way.

"Rise?"

"I'm fine! It's all good, I… were you saying something before? About, like, being sorry… and getting up?"

"Wait." Ai shifted her hips again. This time, they both groaned, even though Rise's was higher-pitched. "W-wow, you're into this."

"I a-am not!" she squeaked.

"No, you are." But for once, Ai wasn't teasing her mercilessly about this. She just whispered, "I… could… keep going."

Rise glared up at her with a slight pout as she squirmed a little. "Don't- nnnhh -don't you dare! I… this situation isn't my fault, I was… I was trying to get out from under you!"

"Fine. Forget it then." Ai sighed and rolled onto her back. "You're free to go."

"Thanks." Rise sat up, taking a few breaths in relief. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't breathe, and… this is… I'd like to be married first, y'know?"

"Right. Because a couple of lesbians are about to get married. In this country? I doubt it."

A little "oh" fell from Rise's lips. That was a very good point; she had never heard of any same-sex couples having an official marriage under the law before. And sure, they could get married if Ai just went by what was on her birth certificate, but that presented its own downsides. "Well… that's just not fair."

"Yep. So unless you meant marrying somebody else besides me…"

"I didn't," she told her flatly, which surprised Ai into looking upward at her. "It's going to be you. I guess this just means we'll be… roomies forever? Or whatever that looks like."

Ai sighed and reached over to take up Rise's hand. "Listen to both of us, talking like this is going to last longer than the stories in the tabloids." But she was still rubbing that hand with her thumb tenderly. Words at odds with actions; that was a very Ebihara thing to do.

"They will if we try. So… I want to try, Ebi-chan. Really."

"Isn't that what we're doing n- WHOA! EXCUSE ME?!"

Rise's other hand came to a stop on that bulge beneath the sheet. "Um… yes?"

"Maybe you could ask before trying to perform the Tatsumaki with my secret joystick?!"

"The what?!"

Ai's look was so nonplussed. "How can you have never played Street Fighter? Where the fuck have you been for your entire- nevermind, nevermind — we are from a younger generation, not everybody's a retro gamer like me."

"Hey, just- just hold on before you get too sidetracked! I thought… didn't you want to…?"

"I don't know! But you could at least ask!"

"But it's all hard! I thought that meant you wanted it."

"Not necessarily," she sighed, though at least her anger was clearly abating. "I get why you would think that, and it did feel nice. I just don't know if I'm ready for all that yet."

Feeling thoroughly chagrined, Rise withdrew her hand entirely and whispered, "Wow, Ebi-chan, I'm really sorry. I just wanted to help, and to… to get closer to you, I never meant-"

"Tch." But Ai looked thoughtful, not irritated or hurt. "It's just… what if it's too soon? Or what if I like you doing that, and I get used to it, and then I don't want to go through with bottom surgery?"

"Well… so? If you like it and it feels good, what's the problem?"

"Tell that to Past Fatass Aihiko. Like, stuffing my face to the point of obesity felt good, too… in the moment. Then later I realized it wasn't the best thing for me. See also 'purging'."

Rise grimaced as she hugged her a little tighter, and she hugged back. "I get that. Not that I think this is the same thing, but maybe it is. I guess I can't know that one."

"Neither do I," she admitted quietly, accidentally grinding on her a little as they embraced. Rise tried to pretend she didn't notice. "Mmm… it is… pretty tempting."

"Do you do it for yourself? I heard guys normally do, and you used to be one…"

Ai squirmed, which only made it worse for both of them. "Well, um… I guess I have done it sometimes since I started transitioning. Not as often though; usually I just don't give a shit. But… it's been worse lately…"

"Really? In what way? Or I guess, why has it been worse?" Her girlfriend glanced up at her, then away. "Me? It's my fault?"

"No, not just you. Narukami before you happened, but… y-yeah. It's just really unpredictable; I don't get horny all the time but having people to be attracted to does make it a lot more likely."

"Mm. Makes sense, I guess." Rise tried to think of something encouraging to say, but she wasn't sure because the situation was so alien to her. Then she chanced a tiny smile. "Well, anytime it gets so out of hand you can't stand it… I'm here. Even though I don't know what I'm doing at all, I guess I could help you."

Ai smirked a little as she rolled her hips. "You just wanna hop on this dick. Little slut."

"H-hey!" she squeaked, even though it came out mostly as a gasp. That didn't help any argument against being a slut.

But she didn't have time to be angry for much longer. Ai's hips were still moving. It seemed that one provocative action, even though clearly intended to tease, had awakened something within her girlfriend that she was having trouble putting to bed. Their eyes met as they tried to suppress their desire — and they weren't doing very well. Too much tension had been building for too long.

"So… so you could keep going," Rise finally whispered — and even her whisper was shaky. "I heard what you said about… u-um, maybe not being ready? Which I totally get! Believe me! But I think I'm ready for this, e-even if this is all… you…"

Ai swallowed hard, finally looking truly distressed at their predicament. "It's weird… doing this… I mean, like… okay, you want me to be gross? It might even stop me from doing this if I gross both of us out."

"Go ahead," Rise giggled weakly.

"So… um…" Contrary to her words, she was still grinding on her with mounting purpose. "Like I said, I do jerk it sometimes. It's normal, everybody does it, but I… still feel weird about it, because of… my body. But more often than that, I'll wake up and I'm kinda… trying to do this to my bed. Like I'm having sex in a dream? Maybe? But I don't remember the dream most of the time — and a lot of the time in my dreams, I'm the one on the bottom, anyway…"

Everybody did it? Rise never had - not on purpose. A few times in the bath, or rubbing up against her teddy bear out of instinct. But that was beside the point. Licking her lips as she tried not to think about just how well Ai was hitting her in a place no one had stimulated before, she cleared her throat before saying, "On the bottom? Like… with anoth-" That was too close, but at least she tried to catch it. "With a boy?"

She could see the slight smirk of Ai recognising she tried. "Yeah. Like a boy pounding me in the pussy. Or the ass; sometimes my brain is nice and gives me what I really wish my body was like, sometimes it isn't nice. It… it usually depends on how I'm feeling that… mmhh, God I wish this didn't feel so good…"

But it did. Rise couldn't even pretend she wasn't getting off; she was on fire from nose to toes, the latter of which were clawing at the futon for purchase — trying to latch onto some kind of stability. This was too hot to be allowed.

"Is… is that…?"

"Huh?"

Ai visibly swallowed. "Are you wet?

"Wha- hey! You sh-shouldn't be asking things like that, it's so rude!"

"No, but I can feel it… through our…" She gulped and looked away. "Maybe we should stop. Like, I feel like I… I don't know, you didn't sign up for all this."

"You didn't, either, Ai-chan… I… I'm okay."

Ai drew back to look into her eyes again. "Really?"

Then they were kissing again. Both seemed to need it thanks to how fragile the discussion was making them feel. Partly because of how much they talked this out, partly because of their bodily movements below, but Rise knew she definitely was a lot less capable of pretending this was just 'friends hanging out really closely while they make it look good for the cameras' or whatever line she had fed herself in the past; this was love. It was sex. They were about to do what so many teenagers naturally do when they find themselves alone together. She almost found herself wishing that someone would come knocking at the door to interrupt them, give her an excuse to take a breather and decide if she was really ready, but…

But no. She was ready.

"Can…" Rise was having trouble due to breathing hard; they both were, considering their lips had been joined for a minute or so beforehand. "Can I see… again?"

Ai just blinked at her for a moment before she managed to hiss, "My dick? Why?!"

"I… I know you wish you didn't have one, but this is the first time I've really been this close. So…"

"God." She swallowed hard. "No, no, I get it. I don't even really mind because… it's you… so yeah, I guess that's completely fair to ask."

Rise backed off, and Ai sprawled back against the futon. That overlarge t-shirt was all rumpled and bunched up so that she could see the bulge in her panties directly, and she couldn't help swallowing as she noticed the glaringly obvious wet spot in the center. She didn't even want to check her own underwear now; it would just be horribly embarrassing. So instead, she tentatively started curling her fingers around the waistband.

"Whoa, just like that?" Ai burst out with a breathy little giggle. "I… don't get any flowers first?"

"No. But um, I'll buy you some later, if you want."

Not having expected that, Ai was so distracted that she only breathed, "Really? You would?" as her shaft was revealed to the air once again.

"Really, Ebi-chan. I… I wanna treat you right." She kept pulling, scooting backward as she dragged the garment past trim thighs and slightly-rising knees. "Like you keep trying to show me you're a girl, and I… I might be a girl, too, but I have to do some of the boyfriend things if we're gonna be a real couple. So flowers, right?"

"Well… yeah." The dazzling smile was so rare on Ai's face that she barely was aware of pulling the fabric down past her pedicured toes. "Thanks, Kujikawa. I can't believe Risette is legit sitting there, telling me she's gonna treat me like a girl deserves, it's… it's crazy."

"Yeah, for sure. I mean, the Risette?!" They both laughed as she crawled back up. And then…

There it was, right in front of her for the second time. She had been too weirded out by the whole experience then to form much of an opinion, but now… now she was starting to think it might even be cute. Weird as that was. She had always been intimidated by the idea of these things on men if she were truly honest with herself. Probably because of the stories of how some of them used those; rabid fans, subway perverts, stalkers and back-alley lurkers who would prey on innocent women. But Ai wasn't any of those things; she was a woman who didn't even want to own hers, much less had anything to prove.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Ai grumped.

"Don't tempt me." She glanced up and saw the priss queen's face was full of mixed feelings about that, so she cleared her throat and looked back down at the tapering shaft. "You're sure… you don't mind if I play with it? I can stop if you need me to."

"Okay. Like, uh… I don't need you to now but I'll let you know."

"Cool." So she kissed the shaft. It was warm and soft, as the memory lingering in her fingertip could attest; she actually thought it felt silky smooth, perfect. Like most of Ai Ebihara. The scent of arousal she had caught a hint of before was starting to fill her anew, and she breathed in deeply as she kissed again and again, changing spots on the underside. She moved lower…

"Wh-where are you going?"

Rise's head came up quickly. "I- I'm sorry, did I mess up?"

"No, no, like… I just thought you might have been… nevermind, it's dumb."

"No way! Whatever you're feeling isn't dumb, I… I was going for these." Her lips pressed gently into the sack below the main attraction, glancing up past it curiously. "Do you not want this played with?"

"Oooh… I don't really… go ahead. Like I said, I'll stop you if I panic and need to quit."

At least she had the green light, however tentative. Somehow, the loose skin covering those little spheres was even softer; she smiled a little when she felt some tiny hair tickle her lips. Considering the varying shapes and contours, she wasn't surprised Ai had missed a hair when taking care of her personal grooming.

"Ugh, shit!" Ai burst out, covering her face with her hand. "That's horrible — I already hate having a- and now there's a hair, and you're probably really grossed out."

"I like it," Rise giggled as she kissed her again. The shaft twitched a little above her. "Oooh… did you do that?"

"N-no… I just… your breath on me, and your kisses, it's like… makes it really ready to go."

Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the amplified feelings that was shooting down into her own tingling sex. Ai was ready to go and she was pretty sure her own body was not far off. "Um, good, that's good. And I don't mind this little pube; she's my favourite. I'm calling her… Inmo-ko-chan."

Ai couldn't stifle a little "Pffft" as her cock wobbed a little from body movements. Rise tried not to pass out then and there. "You would say Pube Girl gets a cutesy nickname."

"I would if it's cute enough!" Then she kissed it again… before sliding her tongue over the two spheres in their protective enclosure.

That finally changed the game subtly. Neither of them seemed to be able to keep bantering once she had licked Ai down there; she couldn't quite keep doing it right away, but neither was it easy to recover. So she went back to kissing, her lips parted so she left more and more wet marks on that soft flesh. Gradually, she worked her way up the twitching shaft — and tasted a slightly salty tang when she got to the wrinkled skin just beneath the tip. Did she like that?

Yes. So much, in fact, that she immediately tried to press her tongue to the same area.

"Hmmhhh," Ai sighed as she weathered the treatment, muffling the noise with her hand. Rise kept going, sliding her tongue all the way around the head… drawing it between her lips tentatively. She had heard of this so she knew exactly what she was doing — in name, anyway. Ebihara was one of two humans in the world she would have done this for. Really, she didn't even feel like a slut as most men would have made her feel; she just felt like a girl trying to please her lover.

Lover. Wow, that was where they had wound up without ever meaning to do so. As the warm head of the shaft began to find its way deeper and deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat, a couple of tears leaked out when it hit her fully that she and Ai had gotten past every obstacle that seemed to crop up along the way: they were together-together, and that wasn't going to change. It was only going to get better as long as they worked at this, remained open to the possibilities.

"Y-you don't have to," Ai suddenly breathed. "I-if it's that hard… I'm sorry…"

Rise didn't even bother to pull off long enough to answer. She knew it was the crying; they would get past it. Now she was beginning to bob up and down on that slender cock, delighting in how the heated skin dragged past her lips and tongue, at the pungent, oddly-satisfying taste. Yes, she could definitely get used to this.

And clearly, Ai wasn't in disagreement. She had been able to mostly just twitch and suppress her reactions until she started moving; now that she was really going down on her, she was panting and letting out quiet squeaks, trying to keep from overreacting. Rise felt like she got about halfway down the shaft before her gag reflex tried to take over, so that was about as deep as she was going to get — not that it bothered Ai. Harder and harder, she slid up and down as she felt it pulsing more often, listening to those delightful moans she earned in return. This was definitely the hottest thing she had ever experienced — and she had been in close proximity to K-Pop and Visual Kei guys.

Ai had them all beat. Easy.

The last thing she wanted to think about was how wet she probably was. Even just shifting her legs the tiniest bit, she could tell it was getting bad. But she tried to remain focused on the task at hand. Experimentally, she tried humming while she was bobbing her head up and down on the-

"NNH! FUCK, RISE!"

Paydirt. Instant reaction, and one Ai had seemed not to want to slip out. Instead of backing down or stopping to ask if everything was alright, she started ramping up her actions. Just because she had thought they might do another something this magical morning didn't mean they had to; she wanted to hear Ai finish now. She wanted to be the one that made her feel that good.

A wish that was granted after only a few more seconds. The sensation of cream spurting into her throat was so unexpected that she felt herself gag a little, her head came to a stop — but now Ai was moving. It seemed she had at least grown that comfortable with what they were doing, so she managed to keep herself from coughing for a moment or two. Probably something to do with all her vocal training over the years. However, eventually she hit the point where she couldn't hold still anymore, and…

"Oh… oh no, wha- Rise, are you okay?!"

Rise nodded as she coughed up the climax into her open palm, shivering a little while supporting herself on her other arm. Then she took a few shaky breaths before gagging out, "F-fine!"

"You don't look fine! Shit, I killed you- this is it, I'm the horrible bitch who killed Risette with my stupid little dick, and now I'm gonna have to throw myself off a bridge! Great, fucking great!"

But by the end of that, they were both laughing a little — even if Rise's were half-coughs. She swallowed hard and managed, "Just… get me a tissue!"

Ai was back with a purse-sized pack in no time at all. They cleaned off her hand and dabbed at her mouth, then Rise started using another on Ai's softening length. She shivered and she paused in her motions.

"Is… this okay?"

"Um… I don't really know. It's weird. It almost feels nice, but I also feel like I should smack you away…" Her face was more apologetic than usual as she finally sighed and said, "What a fucking spaz I am. You sure your throat is okay? You didn't have to swallow it!"

"Y-yeah, well, um… I didn't know what else to do if I didn't," she admitted with a shy laugh. Ai shook her head and smiled a little more before pulling her into a tight hug. "Oh! Awww, what's up?"

"Nothing. I just… never had that. Anything like that, so now I'm all emo." She drew back after a second or two to peck at her lips and whisper, "That was amazing. I almost thought you must have done it before, man, you just drove me crazy but you told me you haven't, so…"

Rise shivered a little as she asked, "You, um… you don't care about kissing me? After I was…"

A slight pause. "Oh, on my dick? Dude, I'm still bi; I wouldn't say my own dick is something I wanted to taste but it's not like I'm all that averse."

"Really? You sure?"

"I promise, girl." Then she kissed her deep, as if purely to prove something to both of them.

And she did. Not just that she didn't mind her own aftertaste, but that this was far from over now that Ai got her rocks off. In fact, Rise felt like they had finally moved past the trial period for this relationship and into something real. And she was ready for way more, as soon as was humanly possible.

To Be Continued…

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