#he did in that moment lose the possibility of bringing lacie back

[lightcreators]

@sheyearns​ continue from here

    IF LACIE COULD WRITE her own story, she’d have the possibility to turn her life into a different direction and make it more lively for herself. But there was no bliss eternity awaiting for her, there was no more story after she turned twenty-five. She looked forward to everyday life from her visits to town to the dreadful parties - she had to admit on this one, though, there were parties filled with unexpected events---she could remember the one where she was being asked for a dance several times by the same person and she declined him every time just to annoy him. He didn’t seem to take it well because the day after that the Baskervilles received a letter about the less charming side of the Baskervilles ladies, referring specifically to the red-eyed woman with raven hair. Lacie smirked at his attention-seeking behavior and she burnt the letter in a fire.

      “Or~!” Lacie exclaimed. “The joys of being alive, the warmth of a beautiful sunlight in the morning and the blessings of a family member~” She was referring to her brother Oswald. He’d deny it, were he to hear her saying it. He did everything for her out of love and she was more than happy to return that feeling. “We have so many books with bad endings and the bittersweet ones are being left out. And the happy ones? Hah, they don’t exist in the eyes of mortal man. I wish for that to be known more. We shouldn’t hide that what we yearn for the most.”

His  daily  life  was  associated  towards  a  single  wish,  a  single  desired  expected  ‘miracle’  to  be  created  inside  his  own  hands,  meanwhile  carry  on  an  illusion,  facing  endlessly  illusion  of  his  own  being  …  Into  times  when  enthousiasm  was  at  his  peak,  when  he  seemed  from  the  outside  'happy  enough’  for  desiring  passing  time  in  most  glorious  means,  he  preferred  forgotten  all  these  moments  condensed  in  sadness.  All  these  darkness  shadows  towards  circumstances  he  was  still  searching  to  not  constantly  look  back  …  Nevertheless,  outside  Phantomhive,  there  was  no  possible  talent  about  communication  with  someone  else.  Naturally,  he  managed  to  be  at  his  brightnest,  to  ignoring  even  illusions  he  was  associating  towards  the  role  of  his  name,  however,  was  limited  over  understanding  of  the  world.  Noblesse  sphere  was  an  realm  of  discovery,  when  he  will  have  to  becoming  an  shadowing  king,  however,  with  his  impossibility  to  hide  his  emotions,  he  would  hardly  be  able  to  fake  a  trust  bring  into  them  …  outside  Phantomhive  and  her,  he  didn’t  really  care.  Noblesse  was  associated  to  one  name,  one  haunting  name,  when  he  wished  the  day  of  his  coming  back  —where  at  least  all  his  frustration  would  be  able  to  explode.  Where  he  would  take  revenge  into  porportions  he  wanted.  Where  he  would  be  finally  flattered  by  a  miracle.  Where  he  would  be  acknoweldged.  Where  he  would  gain  his  first  step  of  victory  —  Though,  without  effort,  he  noticed  troubles  inside  people  around  him.  He  pretended  not  to  perceiving  the  sadness  over  Hannah  features  most  of  time,  as  he  preferred  not  open  that  painful  topic.  As  everything  had  been  foreshadowed  since  the  beginning  …  Inside  his  childhood,  he  lose  his  brother  because  of  a  demon,  who  destroyed  him  as  a  person  …  without  knowing,  couple  of  years  later,  he  would  lose  an  metaphoric  twin  BECAUSE  of  a  demon.  Slowly,  he  wanted  embracing  the  world  of  metaphoric  conversations,  to  found  lifeness  into  emptiness  he  was  escaping  from.  

Curiousity  flattered  his  features  as  she  wanted  him  burn  the  letter  on  fire.  He  always  understood  and  catch  up  things  too  late  …  when  the  accurate  synchronisation  might  eventually  came.  He  stopped  be  too  hard  on  himself  on  that  point.  He  knew  nothing  of  the  world  meanwhile  knowing  too  much,  he  contradicted  himself  between  his  wishes  and  the  reality  …  he  accepted  there  was  a  long  time  needed  for  recover  of  his  traumas.  There  was  an  moment  of  silence.  Sadly,  he  didn’t  feel  'the  joys  of  being  alive’,  and  wished  one  day,  he  would  feel  what  it  looked  like  as  emotions  …  Since  he  rarely  played  that  card  of  liar  with  her,  for  their  future  interactions,  he  preferred  not  open  it  now.  ❝  I  can  empathize  with  the  beautiful  sunlight  in  the  morning  !  Far  more  better  than  the  dawn,  who  like  a  reminder  of  all  these  terrible  darkness  about  to  fall  down  !  ❞  He  wasn’t  going  to  admit  right  away  he  had  a  phobia  in  the  dark  to  the  point  facing  obscurity  would  make  him  scream.  Where  his  panic  attacks  where  so  much  uncontrollable  he  traumatized  Phantomhive  more  than  one  time.  Will  remain  most  comic  thing  about  everything  about  him.  He  pouted  over  the  last  one.    ❝  You  are  lucky  then  !  I  have  noooooooo  noooooooooone  in  mind  concerning  a  family  member  I  can  trust.  Sadly,  the  Trancy  are  kinda  asshole.  I’m  an  sunlight  compared  to  them.  I’m  the  sunlight  doing  some  clean  up  inside  the  family  !    ❞  He  exclaimed  in  joy.  If  only  he  had  the  guts  to  actually  kill  someone  or  give  orders  for  such  things  …  He  contented  himself  not  facing  Arnold  Trancy  even  since  circumstances  who  happened.  His  first  revenge  was  going  to  be  that  old  asshole.  His  metaphoric  twin  didn’t  waited  for  trap  him  into  his  web  …  He  wanted  tasted  that  pleasure  too.  Even  if  it  referred  to  carefully  planning  a  scandal  …  and  be  treated  as  the  revolution,  the  savior,  the  person  able  to  be  trust  inside  the  family  !  There  was  another  laugh.    ❝  I’m  tired  to  read  tragedies.    ❞  Phantomhive  could  confirm  he  didn’t  really  read  much  to  begin  with  —  compared  again  to  his  metaphoric  twin,  who  had  some  talent  about  how  turn  a  story  …  entertaining  —  but  there  was  possibilities  of  that  not  be  exposed  into  his  next  sentences.  He  was  mostly  tired  of  experiencing  tragedies.    ❝  I  prefer  when  it’s  comic  into  a  strange  way.  When  the  bittersweet  could  balance  over  gentleness.  Where  all  the  distress  could  be  perceived  into  an  amusing  way.    ❝  There  was  another  laugh.    ❝  Depending.  An  happy  ending  had  to  made  by  the  hero,  right  ?  It’s  the  hero’s  journey  to  doing  everything  for  get  that  happy  ending,  by  doing  the  good  choice  ?  Maybe  some  have  flattered  into  another  glorious  dimensions,  when  all  dreams  are  fullfilled,  but  I’m  think  it’s  possible  to  turn  into  a  reality.  The  hero  influencing  the  others  characters  for  example.  Or  better  —  a  miracle.  Or  a  certainty  that  something  wonderful  is  about  to  happen.  Without  bring  such  prayers  to  God  though.  Or  towards  an  magnificient  demon  able  to  offer  you  some  pointless  dream.  Nah  !  By  wanting  a  miracle  in  silent  prayers  for  secret  support  !    ❞  At  least,  he  could  repeat  what  he  mostly  hear  from  his  metaphoric  twin  in  pure  devotion,  though  an  admiration  betrayed  inside  his  ocean  eyes.  When  he  didn’t  say  the  word.      ❝  The  mortal  world  is  sometimes  disappointing  support  has  to  been  brought  inside  the  abyss  !    ❞  He  grinned  another  time.    ❝  Content  of  that  letter  was  bad  taste  ?    ❞

[thegracefulwillow]

Pandora hearts month day 18: Indescribable horrors/day 19: Unimaginable wonders

@i-prefer-the-term-antihero

[make-me-imagine]

Late Night Admissions

Prompts: 'As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you' + 'Fingertips brushing hair from your face' and 'Body warmth as someone holds you against them' Requested by: @twisted-monster

Pairing: Loki x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: None

Words: I wanted to make this longer, but I was only able to get it to 1.9k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney, @trashywritestrash, @groovyfluxie, @marvelouslyme96, @supersourlemon13, @mochamoff, @simsiddy

*An alternate timeline in which Loki survived Thanos and ended up helping the Avengers defeat him, because why not.

**Little angst, mostly fluff

Part of you hated how your entire being reacted when you so much as heard his name. Heart beat increased to an annoying rate, your hands get sweaty, and you feel a jolt of excitement rocket through your body as butterflies rampage in your stomach.

The other part of you was glad for it. Because it proved to you that the way you felt about him, that the way he made you feel, was real. Whether it was for him or not, still haunted your thoughts.

You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants as you looked around the room, hoping that no one noticed your sudden change in demeanor at the mention of the mischievous God. He and Thor were coming for a visit. It had been just over two weeks since you last saw Loki. His last visit was only known to you, and only for you.

Ever since Loki had helped to fight Thanos with the rest of you, he was now welcome on Earth. Many of the Avengers were cautious around him, just in case he resorted back to wanting to take over Earth. You had been cautious at first as well. But at some point, you and Loki had developed a friendship, which then developed into more. And for the last couple of months, you secretly had been "together". You tried not to think of it as a relationship, because sometimes you doubted how he really felt about you.

Loki was the one who acted secretive around you, as though he wanted no one to know you had something between you. At first you had been unsure of whether you wanted the others to know, but the longer you were with him, you no longer cared how they would react. But still, Loki refused. You often wondered if he was dissatisfied with being with someone from Midgard, maybe he was ashamed of the thought.

At times he would be gentle and kind, funny and generous. And sometimes he would be distant, as though you were only acquaintances, or less. The last time he had been here, he came in secret, and you spent the whole night watching the night sky and talking, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he told you stories of Asgard. And in the moment you felt like he might really care deeply about you, just as deeply as you felt for him. You fell asleep in his arms, and when you woke up, he was gone.

"Tony! Pepper!" Thor bellowed as he entered, greeting the two as they walked towards him. You jumped slightly as you were shaken from your thoughts at his boisterous entry.

"Thor, back so soon?" Tony asked as Pepper nudged his shoulder and smiled at Thor.

"Hello Thor, It's good to see you too, where's Loki?" She asked as she peaked behind Thor.

As she asked this, part of you was afraid he had decided not to come at all. But just as you began to feel disappointed Loki entered the room. His eyes scanned the room, over the others and on to you, where his eyes barely held for a second. Your small faltered before it even graced your face. He at least usually nods his head in acknowledgement to you, or even says your name in greeting with a polite smile, but that was barely more than nothing. You shouldn't have been hurt by that, but you were.

Pushing the thought down, you walked across the room and towards the brothers. Thor grinned at you "Hello Y/n."

"Hi Thor, Loki." You smiled as you greeted them.

When Loki did nothing but hold your gaze casually, you looked back to Thor "Your message never said why you were coming back, nothing's wrong I hope."

"No, no. Well...I'm not quite sure. We are here to speak to Strange. Apparently he has something he wants to discuss with us, a possible Asgardian causing trouble I think."

"And he needs you to deal with it?" You asked curiously.

"We'll see I suppose." He said casually with a slight grudge "We're going there now, but I wanted to say hello. We will return later." He said his voice now merry again, turning he began to leave, Loki followed with no word and barely a look at you, sending a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling Pepper staring at you, you looked at her "What?" You asked cautiously, gaining Tony's attention.

"Was it just me or was Loki acting odd?" She asked.

"Now that you mention it-" Tony broke in "He was much more silent than he normally is, though that's not saying much." He said before turning and walking away.

You met Peppers eyes again and shrugged and she eyed you almost suspiciously before turning "Okay." She said unconvinced "I'll talk to you later then."

"Bye" You said as she began to follow Tony. Looking back at where Loki had been standing you felt a uneasy feeling flowing through your entire being.

- - - - -

After Thor and Loki's departure, you couldn't help but worry something had happened since the last time you and Loki were together. Had he gotten tired of you? Of pretending that he felt anything for you? Was it all just a game?

Countless thoughts troubled your mind, and only a few of them were defending his actions. Defending his disregard of you.

"Y/n." A gentle voice greeted from close behind you making you spin around in alarm at the sudden intrusion of your thoughts.

Seeing Loki standing there, a faint smile on his face, your usual butterflies were replaced with an anxious tightening of your stomach "Loki." You greeted simply.

Walking up to you, he stopped only a few inches away. Reaching down he took your hands gently in his own before bringing them up and pressing a kiss to the back of each of them.

You frowned in confusion at his sudden change, and as he looked at you he saw it clearly "What's wrong?" He asked.

Scoffing lightly you pulled your hands away from him, and you saw a small reaction on his face that seemed to be hurt. But pushing past it you tried to speak boldly "What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? I don't understand how you can move so smoothly from total disregard to- to...this?" You motioned your hands at him. "You acted as though you didn't even care I was in the room earlier, did you seriously think that I wouldn't notice? Or care?"

Loki stared at you with his mouth ajar "I- didn't think about it. I just assumed that you knew I would act...casual around you, as to not show our connection. If they knew." He chuckled lightly under his breath "They would think me....weaker, I think."

You scoffed again and Loki rose his brow at you "Love is not a weakness Loki." You said with obvious hurt in your voice. But as the words left your mouth, and you saw Loki's face change to surprise, you realized what you had said, what you had unintentionally admitted to him, and yourself in part. Quickly you stepped back from him and felt yourself become awkward "I need to go." You said as you quickly walked past him and left the room, leaving behind a somewhat astounded God behind you.

- - - - -

You stared at your curtain covered window, the white lacy fabric allowing you to see the silhouettes and faded lights of the city outside your window. Your last interaction with Loki replaced in your head on a loop. 'I really said "Love" didn't I?' You thought to yourself. You had been afraid to admit it to yourself, that you had fallen in love with him. But it came out so naturally, you must have meant it. You did mean it. You loved him. And that's why his casual disregard of your feelings hurt you so much. Surely he would not feel the same for you.

The more you thought about it, the more you felt yourself finally begin drifting to sleep. You didn't hear your door open and close, but you were aware of the footsteps coming towards your bed. Purposefully soft as they approached. If you were not in such a safe place, you'd be on guard. But even in you tired minded state, you knew who it was.

Instead of waking yourself up to deal with what might come with his presence, you continued to let yourself be taken by your sleepiness. But as you did, you felt a kiss pressed to your temple, and you blanket brought up and draped over you. The soft action caused your heart to beat rapidly, and the sleep you were fighting to take was fading away as his presence became too overpowering.

Finally, you let out a small breath and turned your head a bit further into your pillow, causing a bit of your hair to fall across your face. Speaking quietly out into the darkness of your room "What are you doing here?"

He remained silent for a moment as he reached over, and gently brushed the stray hands of hair from your face and back behind your ears. "You were right-" he began "love is not a weakness." Your heart began to beat heavier in your chest as he spoke gently from behind you, his hand rested gentle on your side. "But I became scared, of...your mortality. Of loving someone I can lose so easily and in what feels like, such a short amount of time. And that scared me more than I wish to think about." So I pushed it away a bit, never letting the others see it. Hoping that I..could stop it, I could take it back. But those were lies I told myself. I don't really want to stop it. I want to cherish it.So I have decided, it is much better to be with you while I can, rather than run from it and not have you at all. So I promise I will no longer run from it, or from you. I will make it my strength. My love. For you."

You never realized they built up, but a tear streamed from your cheek as he spoke. Remaining still you let the fabric of your pillow soak it up. "I was afraid you didn't feel anything for me." You admitted, ad you felt his hand grip your side a bit "I've thought about it too you know. You being immortal, and me not. But I more thought it was because I was human that you did not want me."

Loki brought his face beside yours "No. I want you. And...your humanity is what makes me love you more. You are so kind, and loving and strong, and so...human. I couldn't help but fall for you."

You smiled at this, and Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you could feel the smile he had as well. Leaning back, he adjusted himself so that he was holding you now, his arms wrapped around you and his head resting just above yours. His body heat made you sink into the comfort of your bed easier, and you felt yourself drifting away again.

A sudden thought popped back into your mind just as you were losing yourself to sleep. You mumbled out quietly to him "Will you be gone when I wake up?"

Loki smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the back of your head he then rested it on the pillow "Not this time."

No, not this time. He would no longer flee. He would no longer run from him desire to be with you. From this point on, he would cherish every moment. He would love you as you deserved.

xx End xx

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[spideykaiparker]

Embarrassing Encounters

Peter Parker x fem!reader

warning(s) : slight smut, some fluff

summary : peter has a girlfriend that Tony doesn't know about, one day, when Tony was visiting peter, he found an interesting item in his room.

authors note : yeah, i don't know about this, i think this is so bad, but i like the plot so I'm gonna post this, i apologize if this is bad. i wasn't in the mood to write a full smut, so i left it at that, I'm really sorry if you're disappointed.

happy reading! ^_^

Peter was just studying in his room, because you were out with your friends, so he got bored and decided to catch up on some work, because spidey was really holding him back from his studies. his room was a mess, mainly because he was always too tired after patrolling to clean his room.

suddenly the door opened and in comes Tony Stark himself. "hey pete, can i borrow your suit for a while? i have some adjustments i need to make" he said while looking around peter's room.

"w-what? how'd you get in the apartment?

"May let me in" he answered simply, walking towards his desk

"you can't be in here, here, I'll go find the suit while you wait outside" peter was scared Tony would find something he wasn't supposed to see.

"why? what's the matter? can't i just take a look around my protégé's room?" he said, looking around with his hands behind his back.

"well y-you can, but I'd like my p-privacy" peter answered while shifting nervously.

"I'm just here for a little while anyways, so you can go find your suit, while i have a look around your room"

"fine" then he immediately moved to find his suit, wanting Tony to be out of his room as quick as possible.

while he was searching for his suit, Tony just looked around, looking at the posters he put on the walls. his room looked like a typical teenage boy's room.

"—hey pete?"

"yeah?"

"how old are you?"

"I'm 18, why?" peter answered, still searching for his suit.

"do you have a girlfriend by any chance? 'cause if you don't, then this is pretty creepy" Tony asked while picking up a red lacy bra, holding it infront of his face, looking at it with amusement evident on his face.

peter immediately stopped looking, and turned around so fast, he thought his head was going to come off. his eyes widened, looking at the item infront of tony's face, horror evident on his face.

he immediately sprinted towards tony, snatching the bra from his hands, throwing it in his closet.

"t-that's none of your business" he found his suit laying near his bed, he picked it up "here's the suit", he said handing Tony the suit, then pushing tony out of his room, face sporting a bright shade of red.

Tony didn't said anything, deciding to bring it up later on, but the amusement and disbelief was still evident on his face.

when Tony was out of his room, peter slammed the door and leaned against it, sighing, slowly sliding down, holding his face in his hands.

peter couldn't believe that just happened, that was probably the most embarrassing thing that happened in his life.

eventually peter got up, still feeling embarrassed, but pushed the feelings away, then continued on studying.

~

the next day, you came over to peter's apartment to have a study date, because you were also a bit behind on your studies, but unlike peter, who was behind because of spidey, you were behind because you were just a bit lazy. so you both decided to have a study date.

"u-um so, you know how you left your bra the last time you were here?" peter started nervously.

"oh yeah, i was looking for that, why? did you do anything with it?" you said while smirking.

"uh, not really, but Mr. Stark... kinda found your bra?" peter replied unsurely. you widened your eyes.

"what? what do you mean by kinda?"

"i mean he was here the other day, and was snooping around my room, then he found your bra...?"

"oh my god, why didn't you put it somewhere safe?!" you exclaimed, embarrassed by the fact that Tony Stark found your bra.

"i was going to! but he came over before i got the chance to clean my room!"

"ugh.. i can't believe this" you said while dragging your hands down your face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, please forgive me, I'll do anything, just please forgive me" he pleaded

truth is, you already forgave him, i mean, what's done is done, you can't do anything about it now. but you still want him to think you're mad at him.

"...anything?"

"yes!" he nearly jumped out of his seat, exclaiming.

"okay then, you're going watch 2 seasons of The Originals with me" you said while smirking.

"what?!" he saw you pouting at him, "okay okay, fine, anything for you" he continued, pulling you into a tight hug, his hands on the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he said softly, caressing the back of your head, then kissing your forehead. "right, so now let's study"

the both of you began studying, but while studying, peter can't stop looking at your lips, how you bite your lips when there's a question that you can't solve, he can't resist it any longer, wanting to just plant his lips against yours.

eventually peter got tired of that, and deciding to just smash his lips against yours, the kiss got heated almost immediately.

both of you manuvered across the bed, while still kissing, eventually ending up with peter sitting against the headboard, and you straddling him.

the kiss was really messy, tongues intertwining, fighting for dominance, where eventually peter won, teeth clashing against each other.

your hands finding its way to his curls, tugging on it slightly, he moans softly against your mouth, while his arms wrapped around your waist, caressing your back, touching every inch of your back he could reach.

one of your hand slid down against his chest, taking off his shirt, then continuing its way to his pants, going inside of it, and taking him in your hands, your hands gently begin massaging his hard member in his underwear, slowly sliding it up and down his length. he moans against your mouth again, hips bucking up to your touch.

while you were playing with his hard member, his hands slid down to your ass, tightly gripping it through the material of your shorts. then his hands went inside, caressing your ass. now it's your turn to moan against his mouth.

you continued to stroke him in his underwear, while your other hand was buried in his hair. his hips bucking up against you, while you slightly grind against his thighs. you both moaned against each others mouths.

"a-ah Y/N that feels so good" he moaned against your mouth, too lost in the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. your hand that was in his hair slightly tilted his head to the side, to give your mouth easier access to his neck, placing kisses there, leaving marks.

"—so you do have a girlfriend" you both froze, immediately turning your heads towards the door. there, standing in all his glory, Tony Stark himself, leaning against the door, arms crossed, amusement clear on his face, with his eyebrows raised.

both of you immediately pushed away from each other, peter scrambling to find his t-shirt. peter took back the words he thought yesterday about the most embarrassing moment in his life, no, this was the most embarrassing moment in his life.

"Mr. Stark! what are you doing here?!" peter exclaimed, while you just hid behind him, too embarrassed to face Tony.

"well, i finished the adjustments on your suit, and i was going to hand it back to you myself, because coincidentally, i had some business to do around here, but i see that you're a little busy there"

"ugh! okay, whatever," he took the suit case from Tony, "you can go now" he exasperated.

"yeah okay, by the way, you have a really pretty girlfriend over there pete, don't lose her, and why didn't you told me you had a girlfriend? geez i thought we were closer than that pete" Tony said, faking a sad expression.

"because i knew you were going to be like this" peter answered, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"okay, well, I'm already late, so I'm going now," he said walking away, "oh, and don't forget to wear protection, okay?" he clicked his tongue, winking.

when he was out of sight, you hit peter on the arm, "why didn't you lock the door!?" you exclaimed.

"ouch! i thought it was locked!

"now you're gonna have to do more than just watching the originals with me!" you said, still hitting him

"okay okay! what is it?!" he replied, while trying to dodge your hits.

"hmm.. I'm going to wax your legs!"

"what?! no! anything but that!" he saw you with a look on your face that said 'are you sure about that?' "okay okay, fine" he sighed, looking down.

"again, I'm really sorry okay?" he said while looking at you with huge puppy eyes, practically begging you to forgive him.

"tch yeah yeah, but you're still gonna watch the originals with me and still going to let me wax your legs"

"okay..." he said while looking down.

"c'mon, let's continue studying now," you pulled at his arms, heading to the desk

"i have a better idea than that" you looked at him, confused, "let's continue what Mr. Stark interrupted earlier" he continued, looking at you with lust evident in his eyes.

"hmm.. i don't know.." you teased, but the truth is, you were more than willing to continue what was interrupted earlier.

"oh come here you" he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, kissing you deeply.

[insomniumstella]

fitting in

bucky x reader 

summary: an unfortunate series of events or Bucky Barnes tries to fit in at the compound 

warnings: some talk of sex, fluff, curse words, awkwardness 

word count: 1,828

To say Bucky’s glad to have Steve would be an understatement. He’s delighted and overjoyed to have a best friend, a brother who never gave up on him, who saved him, who brought Bucky to the compound, a place he calls home and introduced him to his teammates, the people Steve wholeheartedly loves. Steve’s family in a way. Bucky’s happy for Steve, he really is, but sometimes he feels jealous, and sometimes, he cannot help, but wonder how would it feel like to fit in, to have the same friendships Steve has with the others. He’s drinking his morning coffee when y/n comes into the kitchen at 6:03am. She rubs her sleep painted face, and he smiles, offering to make her a cup. Grateful, she sits down, watching him try and figure out the espresso machine. He, himself, never uses it, preferring to make coffee the 1940s way, with a kettle and coffee grounds, but he remembers y/n making a disgruntled face every time Steve hands her an old-fashioned cup of coffee, and so even though he doesn’t understand how the machine works, he’s modern enough to know that pressing the ‘black coffee’ button will make her a cup she’ll actually like. He doesn’t say anything when she pours, what seems like, half a bottle of creamer, either, even if he doesn’t understand it. She smiles after taking a sip, and it brightens Bucky’s heart. Ironically, he’s always more careful around y/n, because she’s the nicest, and she made him feel welcome from day one. Bucky doesn’t want to lose her trust. He smiles to himself when she pats a chair, inviting him to sit right next to her, and he gladly accepts it, sitting down so close, their arms brush against each others. Neither speak up as they drink their coffee in comfortable silence, and watch as the rising sun paints the sky in warm orange and golden hues. He puts his mug down, studying her as she closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth coming through the window, and strangely, he feels more content than he did in the last 70 years. But then she suddenly opens her eyes, startling Bucky and he accidentally moves his arm, in turn knocking his cup down, and the boiling beverage spills down y/n’s old t-shirt. Wide-eyed, he start mumbling something along the lines of sorry and it was an accident, but she puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, and slightly smiles at him before disappearing from the kitchen. A sight makes its way past his lips and Bucky lets his head fall down, forehead hitting the hard marble.

Embarrassment washes over him again when he and Steve enter the gym for their 12pm training session, and he sees her. y/n’s standing in the boxing ring, having changed out of the t-shirt into a more sparring appropriate outfit of a workout bra and leggings. “Ready to get your asses kicked, boys?” She laughs, the sound of it coming teasing and sweet. Rolling his eyes, Steve puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder when they walk up to the girl.

“I’m not fighting today, but I’m sure Bucky’s ready.” Bucky smiles timidly upon hearing Steve’s voice and straightens his shoulders. He nods his head, throwing his towel to the side, and chooses to climb up into the ring from the side instead of using the stairs. Bucky’s tall, so it’s easy, and y/n playfully rolls her eyes when they’re standing eye-to-eye.

“Show off.” y/n teases, but Bucky has no chance to reply, as she swings herself onto him just seconds later, wrapping her legs around his head, and throwing Bucky to the floor in a couple swift moves. They lock eyes for a bit, and y/n tilts her head, as if asking why he’s not moving, but Bucky quickly recollects himself, grabbing onto her ankle, and bringing her down onto the floor before she can attack him further. She swiftly gets up, Bucky following right after, and for a couple moments they just walk, both in fighting positions, and both ready to attack when the time will seem right to do so. She gets behind him, and when Bucky tries quickly turning around, he accidentally lifts his metal arm up, hitting y/n in the stomach so hard, she falls out of the ring and on the hard floor, groaning. Steve jumps up from his spot, running to check up on y/n, but thankfully, she’s uninjured, the only sign of the accident being an already forming bruise on her right shoulder. “It’s my fault, really.” She groans out, but Bucky does not seem to hear that. y/n leaves the gym shortly after that, and Bucky tells Steve about the coffee incident, stopping him before the blonde has any chances of making fun of the man.

It’s 3:12pm, when the shower in Bucky’s bathroom runs out of hot water and he’s walking up to Steve’s room. Usually, he’d knock before entering someone’s room, but it’s Steve’s, and Bucky knows Steve stayed behind for an extra cardio session. Shaking his head at the blonde’s passion for working out, he strips off his clothing, and enters the bathroom. It’s warm and a little foggy, almost as if someone was just showering, but Bucky’s not fazed, thinking it was probably Steve that came down to shower before his run, a towel still left close to the shower’s curtain. Neatly placing a clean outfit and a pair of boxers on the sink’s edge, he looks at himself in the mirror. If he thought spilling boiling coffee down his crush’s t-shirt or knocking her down was embarrassing, his ungodly thoughts seem downright shameful. A war happens inside his mind as he looks down at his hard-on, but Bucky needs this, he needs to let down some steam. Grasping the sink, Bucky palms his dick in his hand; he thinks back to her legs wrapped around him, and the way her ass, covered in lacy panties, peaked from under her shirt this morning. It’s only when an involuntary moan slips past his lips, does y/n fully understand how much trouble she’s in. Her shower had run out of hot water when she’s gotten back from the gym, so she went over to Steve’s without thinking much about it. Except now she’s soapy and wet, stuck in his shower, with only a curtain between her and Bucky, and she’s pretty sure those are moans that she’s hearing. Her mouth drops open when she realises she might be listening to Steve and Bucky having sex, and when the thought fully settles in her mind, she vows to herself to never use other people’s showers without asking. It’s both a relief and a nightmare, when a metal arm pushes the curtain open and a naked, mortified Bucky stares back at her. Her gaze drifts to his hard on for a moment, before she closes her eyes all together. Bucky tries his best to not let his eyes wonder around her body, but the image of her, seemingly perfect, curves already carved deep, deep into his brain. Closing the curtain, he hears the water start running again, before a hand reaches for a towel, and seconds later, y/n steps out, wrapped in the fluffy, white material. She tries smiling at him, but he’s still naked, as in the midst of shock he forgot to cover himself, and it’s awkward as hell, so y/n quickly scurries past Bucky, and out of Steve’s room completely. Looking down, Bucky sights. “How in the fucking hell are you still up?”

When the whole teams comes to the dining room for their usual 8pm dinner, Bucky’s too mortified and embarrassed to look y/n in the eyes. He can sense she also feels awkward, avoiding him as much as possible, setting the table up and bringing dish after dish from the kitchen. When she comes out with the final plate, the only open seat is next to Bucky, and even though she still feels weird, she reluctantly sits down, and even smiles at him slightly. Everyone’s plates are full, and people have started eating when Steve sparks a conversation.

“So, all the hot water in my room was gone when I got back.” He focuses on Bucky and y/n. “Either of you have something to say?” Shaking her head no, y/n continues eating her meal, playing innocent and smiles at their Captain. “What about you, Buck?” Sighting, he puts his fork down, and looks at his best friend.

“Alright, I took a shower in your room, because mine was broken.” He admits, hoping Steve will leave the topic alone, but strangely, he doesn’t.

“At least two people had to shower in my room to use up the hot water.” Bucky can only hope his face isn’t flaming red, but he can feel the heat rising up to his cheeks and spreading down his neck. Noticing Steve’s waiting for an answer, y/n turns to Tony.

“I can’t believe you’re a billionaire, but half of the showers at the compound are broken.”

“y/n, I also found your panties in my bathroom.” Choking on her bite, y/n takes a sip of her drink, before meeting Steve’s eyes. Everyone’s looking at y/n and Bucky, Tony’s amused face doing nothing, but fuelling y/n’s anger. “Did you and Bucky shower together?”

If Bucky could have just one wish, he’d wish for the Earth to swallow him whole in that very moment. “Steve, we were not showering.” Bucky blurts out, realising how insinuating it sounds only when half of the team’s jaws drop to the floor.

“Did you have sex instead?” Natasha asks, a teasing smile on her face.

“No!” They both blurt out at the same time, faces heated up in embarrassment. Bucky looks at y/n apologetically, and raises his eyes back to Steve.

“We didn’t-“ he starts “I didn’t-“ he tries to form a sentence, but keeps choking over his words. Knowing the team won’t believe them either way, y/n takes over for Bucky.

“Steve, Bucky and I are sorry for not leaving you any hot water. The rest of you can go back to eating.” Y/n has that overly sweet smile on her face, but when she turns to Bucky, her face softens, and she rubs his shoulder, whispering it’s not worth it. And so he drops the topic, leaving it alone, and goes back to eating his meal in quiet. But for what seemed like the worst day ever, it’s not so bad; it’s the first time Sam doesn’t make a joke where his teammates laugh at Bucky, instead laughing with him, and it’s the first time Tony smiles, genuinely smiles at him, gesturing to y/n when she isn’t looking and holding thumbs up. And when the sun has hidden all the way, and the time for sleep has come, y/n smiles at him before disappearing into her room, and, yeah, he thinks, I guess it wasn’t such a bad day after all.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Jeff The Killer with Camgirl S/O

How fucking dare you?

Just sitting there with slutty clothes presenting your lovely flesh and figure for other men to see for men who don't own you. Who don't love you, fuck you, or hold you. Something that was his job as he was crowned your boyfriend.

He watches you from across the room as he sat on an old office chair, growing more and more pissed off as you giggle innocently at the webcam sporting on your laptop. The same innocent giggle that you did when you would purposely get him jealous just so he would dick you down later.

He was more than aware of your games and this was just one of them.

His fist clenches nails digging into his clothed knees, threatening to rip the fabric of his jeans. The way your leg slides up and the fishnets showing more than enough of your skin. As far as he knew, that skin only for his eyes to see and of course these disgusting assholes paid to see those parts of you.

The only thing that kept him from not stomping over there and ripping the cords to shreds, shutting the scene down and deactivating your account was because 1. None of them actually get to touch you. They're just seeing from a screen 2. It did bring in money but it was the point of it.

His ears perk up at the familiar ding of when someone pays you a tip, making your smile turn into a toothy grin before licking your lips and spreading your legs a little more, sliding your hand teasingly downwards. "You're willing to pay that much for me to just play with myself? How generous." he snickers, rolling his eyes as that was your fake appreciative voice.

The same way people worked in customer service have but you obviously made more and were happier, it was present in your voice. And it irked him to no end.

Of course, you happened to just pick a perfect shade of lighting for tonight's show. One that happened to be his favorite especially compared to your body.

Cherry red lights with some neon lights in the back, creating the picture perfect shadows for your curves, accentuating the best of you possible, which was every part to him. But red was such a lustful color as well and oh honey, how greatly you were wearing it tonight.

His leg began to bounce up and down in aggravation, slowing feeling the need to chew his nail till they were all bloody.

Ha. How great would it look for you to suck on his fingers, lapping up all of the blood with big doey eyes silently asking for more to taste.

You were such a beautiful creature to break and mold to his perfection.

"Alright then!" you giggle, using your hands to pull down your lacy underwear, swinging it around your finger before making the point to throw it far enough to where it lands on his face.

You watch for a moment admiring the sight of his shoulders tensing as he was sniffing the underwear where your pretty cunt was hiding behind moments ago.

Oh, how sweet you smelled.

But then you pay attention back to the crowd, sliding just one digit down to your puffy folds, beginning to fake moan which almost makes Jeff laugh from behind the scenes.

You were such a liar. You didn't know yourself more than he did. He knew the twists and turns, inside and out and everything else just by how much his dick had paid your cunt a visit. You were his personal cocksleeve anyways.

A few more dings come through, wanting you to use more than your fingers to please yourself. You really wanted to use Jeff's knife handle but you had a feeling the men on this platform were too boring and vanilla for that.

Holding in a sigh, you turn around and get on your knees letting the camera get a nice view of your ass and pussy as you lean towards the lower shelf on the nightstand where you and Jeff kept your plastic box of toys. You smirk as you hear a low growl but roll your eyes his way, sending him a wink but not making it noticeable enough to raise questions.

You hum, turning back around the shirt you wore right now gave visual access to your cleavage.

The urge to claim you in front of others was getting stronger, almost a painful knot in his stomach as he watches you with eager eyes rummaging through the toy box, asking which one they would like to see you use to abuse your cunt with.

Though he didn't want to blow your cover of being 'single' as that was what you claimed because people would want to offer more money to someone who couldn't get help from someone else especially these filthy bastards who think if it wasn't for them, you would be homeless and no way to buy things to customize certain requests and make more money.

His heart started beating faster his breathing harder before he marched over there and the second your eyes connected you knew this was game over.

"Oh shit." you mumble, before being pushed onto your back already knowing to listen to whatever he wanted as he was your real savior.

He turns to the camera with an angry look on his face, several usernames exiting out of the room but plenty remained but the chat stopped with the emojis and suggestions. He continues to stare down at the screen before snapping his head over to you.

"You want to show them who you really belong to?" Oh how quick your submissive side caved for him and you nod, whimpering a little as he was taking a bit too long for your liking.

"That's a good girl." he smirks, taking out his knife from his hoodie the bit of light making the blade glint, moving a little to the side so the audience had just enough of a view to see what he was going to do.

He reverses the knife so it was the handle that teases your sopping sweetness that was begging for him already muscles pulsating and working themselves in preparation for him.

You whine, exposing yourself more for him as he shoves more of the handle into you the blade cutting his hand as he gripped it. His eyes narrow at you as he uses one of his hands to go to your lips. "Lick, slut. Show them how freaky MY girl is."

Well you were definitely going to be known for something on this platform.

Taking a moment to shared lock eyes it was enough to part your lips open for him to slip his long manly fingers into your mouth blood mixing with your saliva.

Such a delicious combination.

The two of you mixing so well.

Your moan grow louder in the room and with it not being soundproof, they only echoed.

Small spaced out dings could be heard as you both collected money from horny cocks. You were absolutely losing yourself to him once again as he continues with the handle before pulling it out.

"How cute...you've already creamed on it...this all for me doll?" he asks with a teasing tone as the handle shows hot white liquid over it. You nod frantically, whining while tears begin to build and threaten to fall from being teased and nothing more.

He was usually talkative during sex like his own words turn him on as well along with how your body responds to them.

He licks his lips slowly before sliding his tongue over the black cover of the knife, licking up your sweetness and swallowing it. He was quiet compared to you, he would not dare to make a single noise especially on camera. No. If anyone was going to be loud it was going to be you.

"You want my cock, sweetheart?" He asks, grabbing you and moving your body so once he fucks you he wouldn't be blocking the view. He gave the camera a side view and your face was now visible.

"Yes, daddy." you said respectively in a desperate tone, squeezing your thighs against him to trap him in your grip, but he just snickers grabbing some pink rope and quickly tightens your wrists together before stretching your arms over your head. "Beg." he says, taking his clothes off to reveal his overly sexy body.

Abs for days with prominent muscles and bones showing with his back and collarbones and oh fuck, his shoulder. He had a deep cut v line with a pretty thick dick that was around 7 inches.

What was enough to make you so full and slutty.

You hated when he did this because you could feel yourself growing shy but it was worse this time as there were eyes watching you. You look at him, silently sending him a message to just fuck you without saying anything. But he just smirks, leaning down to kiss your knee and to your thigh while making sure his dick teases your entrance.

You were in so much pain and all you could do was use your legs to touch him and nothing else. "P-p-please daddy.." you begin, making him tilt his head. "Please what? finish your sentence."

You swallow thickly, pressing your body against his trying to gain more of a chance for him to slip inside of you, but he pushes away. "Finish your sentence."

"Please daddy fuck me dumb like the stupid slut I am." you whine your cunt growing more and more wet and needy.

"Was that so hard?" he asks before ramming himself into you making you cry out in pleasure and some pain as he didn't let you adjust before continuing to thrust.

"This. This is my fucking cunt. I don't even have to pay for some lousy show with some fake ass moaning-" He growls, obviously sending a message to the remaining people.

"I own her. She's my little slut. My girl, to love, to hold, to FUCK! And guess what? I get it for free." He laughs seeing tears streak down to your cheeks.

"How pathetic that you only touch yourself, imagining how it would feel to be inside of her, well that's not enough." He grunts, grabbing his knife to make small cuts on your hips before leaning down to lick them up. Making some more cuts and spreads it around your stomach with his hand.

"She's my little freak." He only continued to get you bloodier and that was enough to make everyone leave.

He immediately pulls out making you kick your legs in a tantrum as he goes over and cuts the wires, disconnecting from everything and takes his time deleting your account. "I hope you learned your lesson." He says, eyeing you as you struggled to get the rope off your wrists watching as puts his pants back on and leaves the room.

Leaving you a bloody, horny, wet whore surrounded by toys and the memories of him using them on you. His scent all around. Everything in the room was his.

Including you.

[cherrycocaineee]

19. Sam Winchester - Hospital Visit

It was extra busy today at the hospital, there were three patients in need of major surgeries along with a line of people either waiting at the clinic or waiting for their minor surgeries to take place. I had been running around all morning wherever I was needed, and since I was the lead surgeon that was pretty much everywhere. Every time I got the chance, I glanced up at the ticking clock that was mute amongst all the loud chatting and alarms going off. I needed to hang on til three, and then another head surgeon would be here to help. I wiped the forming beads of sweat off of my forehead as I headed to the bathroom, wanting to escape from all the chaos that was hitting. Of course I loved being a doctor but I wasn’t made for such large groupings like this. It sent anxiety through my body causing me to sweat. So I just needed a small break to calm my nerves.

   Pressing my back against the cool wall felt almost painful against my hot, sweaty skin. I was just praying silently that I was wearing my doctor’s coat over a turtleneck sweater, stopping most of the chilling pain. Finally catching my breath after fifteen minutes, I pushed myself off of the wall, the cold no longer bothering me, and headed back into the jungle that awaited outside. Not much time passed before my Nurse, Lacy, ran up to me.

  “Doctor,” she said, her voice frantic and filled with worry, “come quick, there’s two new patients in need of medical treatment.”

   Nodding curtly, I followed after her quickly to wherever the patients were. There weren’t many rooms open, so when we did eventually find them, they were in the last two rooms. I went inside the first room, the room that was closer to us, and peered inside at the man lying on the hospital bed. My eyes widened at the sight of John Winchester, an old family friend from way back then. He was covered in slash marks, fresh blood that still needed to be cleaned off of his unconscious body. He was also covered in sweat, glass, and dirt.

   Lacy looked up at me.

 “Bring me a rag,” I muttered, “and some warm, soapy water.” 

  Nodding, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I took another glance at John Winchester then headed out of the room, silently praying that the other person in the second room wasn’t one of his sons.

  But I wasn’t lucky. Lying in the next hospital bed was his older son, Dean. I frowned, my forehead creasing slightly. Like his father, Dean was covered in blood, sweat, glass, and dirt. He would need to be cleaned up as well.

  “Doctor.”

  Looking up, I spotted my nurse standing at the door with the bucket of water and a rag hanging over it.

  “Thank you. Please, get another one for this patient.”

 “Of course.”

I took the bowl from Lacy and headed back into the room where John was waiting. Sitting beside his bed was Sam, also covered in blood but not as much as his dad and brother. His eyes met mine, widening as he saw my face.

  “Noel?” He questioned, his voice soft and surprised.

  “Hey Sam,” I replied, placing the bowl down.

  His eyes shifted to the ground. The last time I saw the Winchester’s was when I was twelve years old. I was a year younger than Sam. Out of the two Winchester boys, Sam and I had become close. I knew all about their hunting and everything they did.

  “You gonna tell me what happened?” I asked, grabbing the cloth and beginning to clean John up.

  The blood wiped away easily, revealing his tanned up, scarred skin.

  “I’m not so sure that’s a great idea,” he admitted.

 “Maybe not, but I still think you should tell me.”

  He was quiet for a moment, contemplating inside his head whether telling me would put me in danger. It probably would but I could handle myself. Finally, he told me what happened. They had gotten into a fight with a demon, one who called herself Meg, and these shadow things came out of nowhere attacking them. They were practically defenseless, their only saving grace was light. That’s how they were able to escape, along with throwing Meg out a tall window. By the time he finished telling me what happened, I had finished cleaning his dad up.

   Placing the cloth inside the now bloody water, I faced Sam.

  “Is she dead?” I inquired.

  “We think so,” he huffed, his hair shifting with the breeze escaping his lips, “but we’ve never dealt with a demon before so we’re unsure.”

  Nodding quietly, I started stitching up the large gashes displayed on John’s body. Lacy was right, he did need quick medical attention but not so much that he needed to be placed in the operating room. Not while there were people who needed surgeries on their brains waiting, or even their stomach. This was an easy fix.

  I could feel Sam’s eyes watching me while I sutured up his dad. Clipping the final set of stitches, I got rid of all the leftovers, then washed my hands.

  “I’m going to Dean’s room,” I muttered, “he needs more care than your father, so I’ll need more time to deal with him. Wait here.”

   Sam didn’t argue, he just nodded his head.

Taking care of Dean’s injuries were much harder than I had realized. He was losing lots of blood, and no matter how much of it I tried to wipe away, there would always be another rush of it pouring from the wound. So I had to deal with the large, several gashes that covered his body. Fixing him up took me almost three hours. When I was finished with him, it didn’t seem to matter, he was in a coma from the amount of blood he lost. I wasn’t sure he was going to make it and that was going to be hard to tell Sam and John.

   Lacy informed me that John Winchester was now awake, so now I was heading to his room to give them the bad news. Some doctors would call it semi-bad news but that didn’t really make any sense to me considering. I walked into John’s room, seeing him speaking to Sam, neither of them looking happy about whatever was being discussed. Sam was first to spot me.

  “Dad,” he said.

  John turned to face me, and at first I wasn’t sure he’d recognize me but when his eyes widened, I knew he did.

  “Noel,” he said, “it’s been a long time.”

  “It sure has,” I replied, smiling, “it seems you guys got yourself into a pickle.”

 “Seems that way.”

 I walked completely inside the room, my hands folded together.

  “How’s Dean doing?” Sam inquired.

  My heart felt like it was hammering against my chest but I tried to remain professional.

  “I’ve stitched him up, and cleaned up his body. However, he’s lost a lot of blood and is now in a coma,” I informed, sadness lurking in my voice, “right now, it isn’t looking so good. If he doesn’t pull through soon, then I would start preparing for the worst.”

  “Noel,” Sam said standing up, “he has to come back.”

  “There isn’t anymore that I can do, Sam. Had he’d been brought in earlier, maybe, but he’s lost way too much blood. We’re replacing it, he’s getting round the clock treatment and blood is being added to his body through an IV, but that’s all we’re able to do.”

   He looked away from me, his eyes noticeably filling with tears, then grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. A soft breeze brushing against me as he passed me. John didn’t say anything to Sam as he left. I sighed and walked over to John, removing a small flashlight from my pocket.

  “Let me have a look at your pupils,” I muttered, “how are you feeling?”

 The bright light danced across his now dilated pupils.

  “Much better,” he replied.

It was quiet for a moment before John spoke again, asking about Dean.

  “He was in really bad shape, huh?” He asked.

  “Yes,” I muttered, removing the light from his eyes, “I wish there could be more done but right now, all we can do is wait and see.”

  John’s eyes looked away from me, staring down at his covered legs. I could tell he was feeling bad about what he did to Sam and Dean, specifically Dean since he was in a coma now. I stuffed the flashlight into my doctor coat, taking another look at the oldest Winchester. All three of these boys were tough as nails but everything seemed to be shattering right before their very own eyes.

  “I know this is hard, Mr. Winchester,” I replied, “but I promise you, I’ll do what I can to help Dean get better. For now, it’s best if you pray for his healing.”

  He didn’t say anything, didn’t even nod. Something seemed to be brewing around in his head, so I left after giving his shoulder a small squeeze. After leaving John’s room, I went to go look for Sam, taking a final look at Dean in his room. A small pang in my chest rippled through me before I headed off to find the youngest Winchester.

I found him sitting outside on the hospital steps. The breeze was starting to pick up, ruffling Sam’s hair along with my own. I walked over to him, my white shoes slapping quietly against the concrete. Sitting down next to Sam, I watched him look over at me. I folded my arms around my stomach and looked away, watching the hundreds of people walking around. Either lost in their own world or talking with someone who was with them. I didn’t want to say anything that would anger him or cause him to get up and leave.

  “It’s all my fault,” Sam whispered.

 My head snapped towards him, shocked completely at his sudden admission to guilt.

  “How so?” I inquired.

 “If I hadn’t gotten mad at Dean, if I hadn’t ran into Meg, then we would have never been tricked into this situation.”

  I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. My long, jet black hair waved in the wind.

 “Sam, you couldn’t possibly know that Meg was a demon. Like you said before, you guys have never dealt with one before so how are you supposed to know the difference between one of them and a girl. I mean look around you.”

  Our eyes scanned the area around us, watching the people who caught our eyes do what was normal: eating ice cream, talking, laughing, walking, etc.

  “Anyone here could be a demon but how could we know?”

  A soft sigh escaped from his lips.

  “All I’m saying is, there’s no need for you to worry too much. Dean is a fighter, I’m sure he’ll pull through. However, if he isn’t, then you can’t walk around blaming yourself. It’s not what your dad would want and it’s definitely not what Dean would want.”

   I touched his shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. Sam smiled back before nodding.

 “You’re right,” he said.

 “Of course I am. I’ve never been wrong.”

 A laugh left his mouth, colliding with the wind that was picking up more and more. I couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Soon Sam and I were discussing how life had been after we departed so long ago. I learned that Sam had previously gotten out of the whole family business, hunting things to attend college at Stanford to become a lawyer. He had only joined back up with his family because his girlfriend, Jessica, was killed by the same demon that killed his mom. Yellow eyes. It had its ups and down, constantly worrying about one another and the consistent fighting back and forth. Dean was ultimately too childish and took any opportunity to pull a silly prank on Sam. But, according to him, it wasn’t all too bad since he missed his brother a lot. And now that he and his dad were together again, he remembered that he loved him too while disagreeing with him like he had when he was younger.

   Once he was finished catching me up on how his life had been going, I told him about mine. How my mother passed away a year after they had left, inspiring me to go to medical school. I had also been engaged for a little while before finding out that my fiancé was cheating on me behind my back. The rest of my life wasn’t much to gossip about, considering most of it was just me going to school and being cheating on.

   “Despite everything though,” I replied, “I enjoy what I do and hope that I’m making a big difference every single day.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling my pager buzz beside my hip. Pulling it from beside me, I saw that Lacy was paging me, letting me know that another lead surgeon had arrived and that I could go for lunch. Standing up, I held out my hand to Sam.

“Wanna get some coffee with me?” I inquired, “It’ll help clear your thoughts. Maybe you can figure out a way to help Dean behind bringing him to the doctor.”

 I hoped that he caught on to what I had to say. By the smile that appeared on his face, I knew that he did. Taking a hold of my hand, I pulled him to his feet and headed across the street to the small coffee shop where I normally went when I was able to have a small break. On the way over, the two of us talked with one another and laughed at stories about each other's life. It was nice to reconnect with a friend from so long ago. Sam and I had always been close to one another when we were young. And on the way to the coffee shop, I hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time I saw Sam. And hopefully under much better circumstances than the one that brought us together today.

[redhoodieone]

Hate You More Part 2

Hey!!! Here is Part 2! Hope you all like it because there WILL be a Part 3! And I didn’t actually plan that lol.

WARNINGS: Language. Masturbation. Sex Toy.

“Do you think she’ll really like it?”

Who is Jason talking about?

Is he talking about me? Is he actually trying to make up for what happened between us earlier? Is this his way of saying he’s sorry and that he doesn’t really hate me?

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The thought of Jason doing something nice for me makes me suddenly nervous.

What if he smiles at me? What if he hugs me? What if there’s a moment between us?

Just the thought of Jason being nice to me and the possibility of “anything” happening between us sends me into a panic state. I find myself running back up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door shut and locking myself in.

What should I do to prepare myself when I see Jason?

Hiding out in my bathroom that’s privately connected to my bedroom, I stare at my reflection in the elegant massive mirror and begin to list what I should do.

Brush my teeth? I’d definitely need my breath freshly mint just in case we talk very close.

I hastily grab my tooth brush and apply a significant amount of toothpaste just to fresh up my mouth. After the appropriate time of scrubbing my mouth clean, I rinse and spit out the excess fluids and stare back into the mirror.

Touch up my makeup? I could apply more black eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes pop.

After retouching my makeup, I decide to put on my favorite tinted lip balm that’ll make my lips kissable yet comfortable.

I realize then that I should change my outfit. I sigh happily after pulling on my red lady thong. Deciding to slip on my favorite black skinny jeans with the tears throughout my thighs and knees, and my “lucky” red and black sexy corset top. The reason why it’s lucky is because any guy who sees me in it always lets me have my way with him. I chuckle to myself as I put on my black high heel boots because I can only imagine what Jason’s face will look like.

I hope he’ll be shocked as hell. Picturing his mouth hanging open like a cartoon’s and seeing the lustful look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

I then make sure my push up bra makes my cleavage look so fucking amazing, I straighten my long hair and leave it down because I definitely have a hair pulling kink and it’s something I take very seriously.

After the spritz of my go-to hookup perfume, Oud Wood by Tom Ford, I realize I’m at my 150% best and make my way down the stairs. The second I make it to the sliding door leading to the backyard, I freeze.

And then suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of shyness; a feeling I’ve never really felt before. But why the fuck would I feel nervous about around Jason? Because come on—I HATE the fucking guy!!!

The little voice in my mind throws it’s head back and laughs in a tormenting manner at me: because you have feelings for him, you jackass!

No. No, I don’t. I’m not stupid enough to believe that. I should just go outside and see if the fool even flirts with me, because if he does, I can just laugh at him and make him feel like shit.

With one deep breath, I open the sliding door and slip silently outside. The backyard is lit up in a blue hue from the pool and jacuzzi. It’s a beautiful setting, I won’t admit that out loud. I look around and realize Jason isn’t where he was before.

Where the fuck is he?

A wolf whistle behind me alerts me fast.

“Fuck...holy shit. Is today my birthday?”

Spinning around, I’m face to face with a smug looking Jason. I may be frozen in place but I can see that he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s checking me out; like a hunter sneaking up on its prey. Jason licks his bottom lip and winks at me.

“So, what brings you down here looking like...that?” Jason teases.

Why the hell is he making me so nervous?! Out of all the other horrible times we’ve had, I’ve never felt so anxious to tell him to fuck off, but here I am! Standing like an idiot who can’t open her mouth and speak like a normal person!

I find myself pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Fuck my life. “I...I saw your peace offering. I-I figured if you want to try to play nice that maybe I...I could too.”

There. I said it. Now that wasn’t so hard, right?

Jason stares down at me in surprise. His green eyes so wide and maddening that I find it difficult as hell to breathe. Slowly inhaling some air, I smile at him.

“I saw you got pizza. You also set out my favorite drink. You did all that, right?” I ask, pointing back at the mansion.

“I-uh...I did but-”

“Jaybird?”

We both whip around and see Isabel standing behind him. Isabel Ardila, one of Jason’s many one night stands. My eyes trail down from her curly blonde hair down to her skimpy purple dress with her huge tits practically falling out.

She pouts her pink full lips and flirts at him with her pretty blue eyes.

“Isabel...what-what are you doing here?” Jason stammers out. He instantly looks stunned as if he really wasn’t expecting her to come over.

“It’s a slow boring night. I thought we could hit up one of your dad’s nightclubs and have some fun,” Isabel says, and approaches us. She has a few inches above me, and looks down at me with a smirk. “Look at you all dressed up so sexy tonight, and for Jason...”

I frown and look between Jason and her.

“He is your brother, you know?”

Isabel cringes and grabs Jason’s arm tightly. “Please tell me nothing is going on between you and your sister. That is sooo disgusting!”

I look to Jason and plead with him through our eye contact to say something. Say anything to her! I know Isabel’s right, and that Jason is my brother but he’s also my stepbrother. I also want him to admit that I’m not the only one who is flirting between us...if that’s what we’re even calling it.

I can’t be the only one who has feelings right now. Jason must have them, too.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I don’t have feelings for her! Y/N, you’re my fucking sister, and I think it’s gross as fuck that you’re trying to fuck me. I mean, God damn! We’re family!” Jason taunts. He acts repulsed and pretends to puke in front of me.

Isabel giggles and the two of them laugh their asses off at me. Don’t get me wrong. There is a questionable amount of pain in my chest at what Jason said, but my inner bitch is clawing her way out of my head and I may or may not be responsible for whatever happens right now.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, Jason. As of this morning, you’ve made it perfectly clear that I’m not in your family. So, if we’re not family, then we’re nothing to each other,” I say with a bitchy grin.

Jason and Isabel aren’t laughing anymore. As a matter of fact, they’re completely shocked at me.

“Oh, and for the record Isabel, there’s absolutely NOTHING going on between Jason and me. I know he’s my brother. I’m not even denying that. But as for him,” I say, gesturing over to Jason, who is staring me down hard. “He doesn’t see me a sister. If anything, he might want to fuck me. He’s completely obsessed with making me hear him fuck other girls. His behavior is disgusting because he’s supposed to be my brother! What he’s trying to do to me is borderline illegal!”

Isabel jerks her head over to Jason. “What is she talking about, Jason?!”

“Go on, Jay. Tell her. Tell her how you always stare at me, tease me, and how you’re always talking about sex with me!” I urge him angrily.

Jason’s eyes darken and for a second, I’m kinda scared of him. He clenches his jaw. “I rather get castrated by the Joker, than ever fuck you, princess.”

It’s like everything around me freezes. My smile shifts into a frown and my confidence is taken away fast like a toy from an adult. Isabel scoffs and shakes her head at me. My cheeks burn with humiliation and I just know I won’t hear the end of this from either of them, especially Jason.

I don’t know whether I’m more embarrassed of the fact that Jason claims he rather get castrated from the Joker, the psychotic clown villain in Gotham than have sex me, or if the thought of having sex with me in general is just so...unbearable.

I didn’t think I was so unfuckable until now.

“That’s fine with me. I rather fuck Dick than you, because he’s Bruce’s favorite son and he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be,” I spit out before turning to run back into the mansion.

——————————————————————————

I slam my bedroom door again for the second time today, but I don’t care. Rage is fucking pumping through my blood and I need a fucking release before I lose control.

Ripping off my clothes until I’m down to my lacy bra and thong, I climb up my big bed and reach into my nightstand to get my dildo and lube out. The thick, veiny replica of a man’s penis is what I’ll have to take out my frustrations on.

I throw myself down; my head hitting the pillow and my hair fanned out around me in a sexy manner as if I’m ready to get my brains fucked out. Popping open the lube, I squeeze a good amount in my hand to smooth it over my dildo. Tossing the lube somewhere on my bed, I pull my thong to the side to reveal my bare pussy.

My fingertips rub up and down my folds. I’m so wet that I know I can slip a finger or two in without any resistance.

“I fucking hate him so much,” I mutter under my breath.

Jason is literally the only guy who could piss me off and make me want to fuck him into submission.

Maybe he could even fuck me until I’m down on my knees for him.

Closing my eyes, I start to push my dildo into me. My walls squeeze around the toy tightly as I gasp at how good it feels to be full.

“Fuck...” I choke out in overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck princess...”

My eyes shoot open and I’m completely horrified to discover Jason Fucking Todd is standing in MY bedroom, with his mouth hanging open in shock and with wide eyes, and his Fucking hand rubbing against his prominent bulge.

“Jason...what are you doing in my room?” I struggle to say, as I continue to push and pull my dildo in and out of my pussy fast. I just can’t stop. I can’t find it in me to stop when Jason is in my room watching me.

He quickly closes my bedroom door with his foot and makes his way towards my bed to stand directly in front of me. I use my other hand to caress my tits that I so badly want to free from my bra.

“I came to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” Jason begins but trails off when he watches intently when I pull out the dildo and he can see all my slick coated on the sex toy. He licks his bottom lip and bites it. “You’re right though. I don’t see you as a sister or a part of this family because the way I feel for you isn’t the way a brother should feel. I-I never meant to hurt your feelings. I just...I tried so hard to not to fucking fall for you but I did and I can’t stop.”

I look up and notice Jason’s eyes are wet. Despite his usual cocky behavior and sexual advances, he was standing here before me and he appears to regret everything.

I sit up and lean back on my elbows. I drop the dildo in between my open thighs and I force myself to look up at Jason. I expected to see him staring at my obvious insanely wet pussy but his beautiful emerald green eyes were locked on my eyes.

“I really thought you hated me,” I whisper, afraid to hear what Jason says that might hurt me again.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. The only person I hate is myself, and that is something I’ve been doing for most of my fucking life,” Jason admits. He tries to smile but it falls when he sees I’m not.

Jason crawls onto my bed and stops as soon as he’s in front of my legs. He’s immediately nervous; his shaky hands run up my knees and stops until he reaches my closed thighs. He keeps his eyes on me.

“Listen to me, Y/N. You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole. I’m always a dick to you and that isn’t right. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said and done to you, and I know sorry won’t even make up for all the hurt I’ve caused you. Just...please,” he whispers and reaches for my hands. He holds them tightly. “Please give me a chance to show you how much you really mean to me. One chance. Please?”

I know our fight is both our faults, and if one chance can fix this, I’m game.

“Okay, you get one chance Jay,” I say and with an evil smirk that I can’t help, I open my thighs and I pat my pussy. “You want a chance? Make me cum. With your fingers. With your mouth. If you can make me cum so hard, you can do whatever you want to my body.”

Jason’s eyes darken with lust. He licks his lips and he gives me his usual shit eating grin. “Oh princess, you are aware of my oral fixation for pussies don’t you? I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll be begging to be mine!”

[whitttbit]

Hawks x reader lemon An acceptable apology and an unexpected visit.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. Extreme dom hawks with spanking,Dom sub dynamics,a dash of angst, office smut, and just general smut. It's my first fic so try not to judge to harshly. If you guys enjoy it I'll open requests and do more. Ps: I am incredibly nervous posting this.

You've been warned:

Dating a pro hero was never easy. They were always busy with paperwork, patrols or undercover missions. Dating the number 2 pro hero was damn near impossible. Somehow though, here you were sitting in a shapartment waiting on the winged hero to get home. Hawks was charismatic and energetic and that definitely translated to the bedroom. The sex was phenomenal and the love was passionate. He was always bringing you gifts and when he found the time he would plan out elaborate dates for the two of you that were thoughtful and fun. Lately though he had been working overtime investigating the LOV in anticipation of an attack. He wouldn't get in until long after you'd fallen asleep. He would then leave before you woke up with a gentle shake and apologetic kiss on the forehead. The commission had given him a positively brutal schedule and he hadn't had a day off in over a month since accepting the mission.

You were trying your best to stay awake but sleep finally won you over and you had drifted off to sleep on the sofa. The hero had planned to be home for dinner but ended up sending an apology text last minute after receiving some new Intel on the case. As you drifted into the welcoming arms of your slumber the dinner you had spent hours making was still on the table. It had long since gotten cold but you hadn't been able to bring yourself to put it away. It was well after midnight when the hero finally landed on the balcony of the penthouse, shaking the snow from his tired wings and sliding the door open. He glanced around and his eyes landed on your silhouette on the couch wrapped in a blanket. Sighing he turned to grab something quick to eat from the kitchen and saw the table set for two. His gut tensed and he felt the sense of guilt that he had become all to familiar with.

"damn....." He mumbled as he started to clear the table putting the delicious looking food into Tupperware and loading the dishwasher. Once everything was clean he walked quietly over to you and scooped you up taking you to your shared bed. He knew he'd have to make it up to you somehow but all he could think of right now was sleep.

Five thirty had come far to soon for Keigos liking as he slammed his hand onto the alarm clock by your bed. He stood up and showered and got ready to go back to work. You began to wake as he left the bathroom and the florescent light hit your eyes. Sleepily you groaned and looked at him in his hero costume ready to leave you yet again.

"Kei?"

"Shit! sorry angel I was trying to be quiet. Go back to sleep, Ill text you around lunch." He walked over and gave you a deep apologetic kiss as he tucked the blankets around you.

" You have to work again? Its Sunday and you said you might be able to get off."

" I know but I've got to complete the paperwork today and its a mountain on my desk. I'm sorry. I should be off someday soon though and ill make it up to you."

" You always say that." You hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly but you were sleepy and annoyed. Keigo blinked and stared at you for a moment before finally speaking.

" I know angel but the mission is almost over. It's literally just paperwork. I've gathered all of the Intel that the commission requested."

"Fine. Ill see you tonight I guess." You rolled over feeling slightly guilty at how cold your words had been. Sighing Keigo walked out to the balcony and headed to his office across the city.

You awoke a few hours later and went into the kitchen to get breakfast. You saw your phone on the counter and saw that he had texted.

BIRDBOY: You awake love?

You hastily typed a quick message.

Y/N: Yes, do you want me to bring you lunch?

BIRDBOY: No, I don't really have time I've got a budget conference call at lunch and still have to complete my reports.

God, why did he even bother texting you back. He might as well be dating the commission. Then a thought popped into your head. It was kind of mean but he deserved it. You took off your leggings and t-shirt and threw on some red lacy panties he had bought you for Christmas and a matching bra and tousled your hair a bit snapping a quick aerial picture. 

Y/N: But I miss you daddy... 

*attachment*

You sat on the couch eagerly waiting for him to reply. It took a few minutes and he had started typing and stopped several times.

BIRDBOY: Angel, what are you doing? You know not to send me pictures at work. It's not nice to get daddy worked up before a business call.

Y/N: Well its not nice to leave me this wet either.

You knew that you were pushing it. His daddy kink always put him in his dom head space and testing him wasn't always a good thing. He could be positively relentless with his punishments if you went to far.

BIRDBOY: You are pushing it baby. 

Y/N: Well you aren't here so I guess ill just have to take care of it myself.

You knew that would do it. He was going to lose it, but still you had already hit send so no turning back now

BIRDBOY: Don't you fucking dare. You know the rules! Don't test me darling.

You left him on read and went to the bedroom to grab some black thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Putting on some heels and a long pea coat. This was possibly the gutsiest thing you'd ever done but you were going to pack up last nights dinner and take it to him at work. He deserved to suffer a little bit after all. Grabbing a scarf you hailed a cab and made your way to the office ignoring your phone which was buzzing with angry texts at your lack of response no doubt.

As you pulled up to the tall silver building you felt yourself getting more and more nervous. You were practically naked under a coat and going to your boyfriends job. This was dangerous and uncharted territory. Keigo always took his job so seriously. As you watched the floor number flash on the screen in the elevator you felt more anxious. Finally it dinged and the doors slid open. You made your way to his secretaries desk. Clearing your throat.

"Hi Jamie....um I brought Hawks lunch" She beamed up at you and tapped her desk.

"He is about to be on a call, if you leave it here ill make sure that he gets it." Part of you wanted to do it. Somehow you mustered up some nerve though.

" Um.... actually I was hoping to give it to him myself.....we were planning on eating together. Ill just sit quietly in his office until hes done. He's expecting me." You looked at her praying that she wouldn't check.

" Oh! okay he must have forgotten to tell me, go on in." Oh thank god, You walked to the big steel door and turned the handle. Walking in you saw him staring at papers and biting a pen. He didn't even look up. 

"Jamie, I'm about to be in a meeting whats up?"

You cleared your throat and waited. He looked up and dropped the pen staring.

" I um...brought you lunch"

" Angel, I told you I couldn't have lunch today what are you doing here?" He studied your body like a predator shaking and looking down you began to speak.

" Um.....well..... I thought id just bring it I can go. " Placing the basket on the ground you turned finally losing nerve. What were you thinking. Coming to his office like this? In a flash of crimson he was over to you grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. He cupped you chin forcing you to look up into his golden irises as he spoke.

"I told you to stay home and wait. Impatient are we?" you grabbed the buttons of your coat to keep him from discovering your secret and kept eye contact trying not to break.

" I just want you to eat that's all you jerk." 

"Tch- So disrespectful, its sir or daddy not jerk. Now go sit on the couch until after my meeting. It seems we need to have a little chat, and since you can't seem to respond to my texts or use proper honorifics today you'll have to spend that time coming up with a damn good reason I shouldn't teach you a lesson when we get home." He smirked and pointed to the bright red couch on the opposite side of his office and turned to sit back at his desk.

What a cocky asshole. He was so full of himself sometimes. Still though considering everything you'd done already you figured that you better not push it so reluctantly you complied. 

" Good girl. Now don't you dare move a muscle until I finish this call do you understand?" 

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes....sir."

He smiled as his phone rang. He took the call and began going over expense and damage reports. 

-One hour later-

You had been sitting here for an hour. This asshole had had several openings to end the call but he just kept talking. He would smirk at you every time. God this was torture. Why did he have to be such an ass sometimes? Finally after the fourth opening to wrap things up and he refused you decided that he deserved to suffer. He had told the guy on the phone to go over the quarterly reports one more time for his notes so you knew you had time. You stood up and his eyes darted to you and narrowed.

Slowly you undid the tie of your coat and unbuttoned it revealing your bright red lingerie  and smiled at him. His eyes went so big you had to smile. You laid back on the couch and began to stroke your folds throwing your head back. You felt those golden orbs on you. suddenly you felt a feather wrap your wrists. Jerking your head up you saw him crook his finger. The feather began to pull you towards him....oh shit.

You made it to his desk and he sent one feather to lock the door and the other to sharpen and cut off your panties. He bit his lip looking at you. Reaching to the phone he hit mute.

" Now, since you don't know how to listen today here's whats going to happen." He began unbuckling his belt.  

" You are going to come over here and sit that pretty little pussy on my cock and you aren't going to move or make a sound until daddy is done with his phone call got it?" He shimmied his cargo pants down revealing his throbbing cock. Gulping you looked at him

"....yes daddy....I won't make a sound."

"Good girl now come on."  You shuffled over straddling his lap and lowered yourself onto his cock. He reached over to unmute the call.

The call went on talking about numbers and deadlines for a few minutes and you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling. He reached his hand between you and began lazily rubbing your clit as he continued the call. You had to bite your lip to keep the moans from escaping. You shifted your weight a bit and you felt him throb inside of you. He gave you a dangerous look and you stilled instantly. He began vigorously rubbing your sensitive nub. Fuck this man was the devil. Biting his shoulder you could feel tears welling up. You had to get some relief. This was absolute torture.Fuck you were going to cum. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped as you felt yourself nearing the edge. His ministrations abruptly stopped as he grabbed a fistful of your h/c hair and yanked your head back.

" Everything okay Hawks?" what was that?" the gentleman on the line asked. He looked at you with rage and replied.

" Everything is fine sir, I just got a paper cut. Listen, I think I've got what I need for now so why don't I finish these reports and call you tomorrow afternoon?"

" Sounds good we'll talk then." Keigo clicked the phone off and forced you to meet his gaze again.

" I said not to make a sound y/n. You are being such a brat today." whimpering apologetically you looked at him. Rolling his eyes he yanked you off of him by your hair and bent you over his desk displaying you perfectly. Kicking your legs apart he leaned down over your back and bit the shell of your ear and growled . You let out another involuntary whimper

" Does my angel want to cum?" you nodded feeling yourself turning to jello beneath him.

" I can't fucking hear you slut."

"...yes sir" was all that you could choke out

" Not good enough. Lets teach you some manners first." He reached over to his phone and hit the speed dial for his secretary.

"yes sir?"

" Jamie, why don't you head out to lunch for a bit on me. Use the company card. We both deserve a break. I'm going to eat here with y/n."

" Thank you sir! I've been wanting to try that new sushi place!"

"Knock yourself out, you deserve it." He clicked the phone and listened until he heard her gather her things and go.

" Don't fucking move." He reached down and you heard him rustling with his clothes. Something dropped next to your face and your eyes shot open. His belt was displayed right next to your face. Leaning down again he spoke.

"Now princess you are going to count for daddy got it? You'll get five with my hand for sending me that photo, Five with my feather for not texting me back, and five with my belt for being a needy brat during my call and not listening. Do you understand?" You could feel yourself shaking.

" ..Ye..yes daddy."

A harsh slap echoed as her hit your ass with incredible force. 

"o....one" you cried another slap echoed through the office

"Tu...two" the next three came so quickly you could barely keep count. There was no way to anticipate his pattern. You could feel your ass stinging already.

"Three.......fo...four...FIVVEEEEE!!!!!"

He smirked pulling out a feather and hardening it into a makeshift switch and backing up to admire his handy work. Bright red hand prints covered your ass. He Pulled back and hit you with his feather causing your entire body to lurch forward onto the desk with force.

"FUCK! one." With a swish he landed another on your thigh

"TWO!!!" It was like he was hitting you harder with each go.  The last three caused more tears to obscure your vision. Dreading what was next you saw the blurred outline of the belt slide off of the desk.

" Last set angel, You okay? Remember the safety colors? Where are we at?" You felt a rush of relief as you heard the concern in his voice. Green meant good yellow slow down and crimson (your safe word) full stop. You and he both knew he'd never been this rough so he was checking in.

"st...still green daddy...g..green." You stuttered out.

" Good girl" he praised

"Okay, lets continue." He folded the belt in half an pulled back to take aim.

SNAAAAPPPPP!

The belt hit your ass ...hard.

"One" you felt so raw beneath him shaking and numb from the sting.

The rest of the hits echoed and caused you to melt into a puddle beneath him. Cunt practically drooling from pleasure and pain. He dropped the belt and positioned himself. Cock pulsating  as he grabbed your hips he spoke.

" Color angel?" Eager to come you answered instantly

"Green."

" If you want it fucking beg. Beg like the needy slut you are beg for me right fucking now"

" Puh...please daddy I need it. Please fill me up I can't take it anymore" He smiled and shoved his full length in with a thrust and began to relentlessly pound you into the desk. His pace was brutal but it was like he was hitting every single nerve. A knot starting to form in your abdomen you started to whimper.

" Can I cum daddy PLEASE!!!!!!! Oh my god!" you were begging trying desperately to hold it in. He would be so angry of you came without permission.

" No." he said simply as he continued his assault

You bit your arm closing your eyes. 

"Please.....daddy please." You were a blubbering mess but you didn't care you needed release.

"NOW!" he yelled. With a scream you came with him Your walls fluttering as his seed filled you with pulsating rhythmic thrusts. Collapsing on top you sweaty and spent. You both laid there in a perfect heap of ecstasy and release.

After a few minutes he picked you up and released your hands carrying you over to the couch. HE sat down placing you in his lap and began stroking your hair.

" You did so well angel. So perfect for me." he cooed all you could manage was a hum. 

" I'm sorry love, i'll take tomorrow off for a personal day. I know its hard but I love you and you are so amazing for sticking with me. I love you so much." He smiled.

Sending a feather to his mini fridge to get a bottle of water he unscrewed the top and handed it to you.

"Drink this angel." You felt the cool liquid slide down your throat steadying you and bringing you back down.

"How about I take the rest of the day off. I'll fly us home, run us a bubble bath and we can order some take out from your favorite place and watch a movie. How does that sound love?"

" That sounds perfect." You rasped out

"I'm so sorry my love. I hope you can forgive me."

"I should visit more often for apologies." You said with a smile. Nestling into his chest. Everything was perfect.

[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 5 | Connor Brashier

A/n: Not totally sure if this is the way I want it to be, but I think I like it better than I did previously.

Summary: they’re together, but they’re not together?

Warnings: little dash of smut

Word count: 1.6k

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Week 4

My mind won’t let me focus on anything other than the gentle touch of her lips and the way she holds onto me like I’ll slip through her fingers. I can still feel the intoxicating touch of her fingertips on my lower abdomen, the soft tug of her hands in my hair. I want to keep going. I really do. 

But we can’t. Not yet.

“Honey, we have to stop,” I say when she goes to reach for the bottom of the shirt I’ve given her to sleep in. It looks better on her than it ever will on me and honestly, I won’t even mind if she chooses to keep it on while I made her feel good. Over and over again. It’d be quite a sight, watching her move up and down on top of me with nothing but the - “I’m sorry. I want to, but we can’t.”

She nods, but kisses me again anyway. “I know. Just let me keep kissing you a little bit longer.”

I groan when she nibbles on my bottom lip. “Fuck… I can’t.” I pull away, push myself off her. I don’t even really know how or when I ended up hovering over her, but holy fuck, she looks like an angel beneath me. I want nothing more in this moment than to have her completely mine.

“What’s wrong?” she asks quietly.

I sigh and shake my head, “I know myself and I’ll want so much more - I do want more - but we can’t do this yet. I want you totally sober, completely sure of this. I want this to be something that you don’t have to think about. And after what happened earlier tonight, I don’t want you thinking I’m taking advantage of you.”

“But I want you,” she whines and I can feel myself losing all self-control, ready to give in to whatever she wants from me. Because I don’t know how she did it in such a short amount of time, but she has me completely enamored with her. She has me royally fucked.

“God, I want you, too. But… let’s take it slow, yeah?” I suggest. 

“Slow,” she repeats and nods as she thinks about it. “Okay. Slow works.”

We lay there for a minute, both still trying to catch our breath. “Well maybe one more kiss wouldn’t hurt,” I say, glancing over her face to gauge her reaction. 

“Yeah?” she bites her bottom lip and I hum reaching out, pulling it from beneath her teeth that were just sunk into my lip only moments ago. 

“Mhm… we’ll make it a long one,” I mutter, already pulling her on top of me.

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Week 5

We've been hanging out much more now, staying the night at each other’s places. If we're not at my apartment, we're crammed in her bed at her dorm. Either way, we're stealing kisses like there’s no tomorrow. It's a wager now. "You finish editing your clips and you can have as many kisses as you want." "I think you need a kissing break; you work too hard." "You've been studying for hours. Come on, your lips look lonely." Does it sound like I'm complaining? Because I'm not. 

I've hardly seen Brian since last week, and he makes it a point to tell me that when he finally gets me by myself.

“Alright, bud. What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry?” I turn to face him from my closet.

“With y/n. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just hanging out,” I shrug.

“Yeah, right. Don’t give me that shit. There’s something going on with you guys. Are you dating? Fooling around? What?”

I roll my eyes, “Brian, are you serious?” 

“What? I think it’s a valid question. She’s hanging out here a lot more often, staying the night. And don’t act like you haven’t been AWOL too. If you’re not here editing, you’re out with her. So… what is it?”

I’m not avoiding the question because I don’t want to answer, it’s just that I don’t have one. “I don’t know.”

“How do you not know?”

“We haven’t talked about it.”

“Have you slept with her?”

“Beside her.”

“So no. Have you kissed her?”

I scratch the back of my neck, “Yeah.”

“Been on dates?”

“I mean, I don’t know if they really count as dates. It was just coffee or lunch.”

“Did you pay?”

“Well obviously.”

“Then it was a date.”

“I don’t really think that’s how it works.”

“You’re dating.”

“We’re not,” I argue.

“You are. And I mean, it’s not my business, sure, but like maybe you should talk to her about it.”

“It’s been a week, man.”

“No. It’s been five. She’s had you whipped since the minute you saw her.” He shrugs one shoulder, “Maybe that isn’t a bad thing.”

I groan, running a hand over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I thought she was going to fall first.”

“Is that what’s keeping you from telling her? That stupid bet? Because if it is then you are a grade A idiot.”

“What?”

“You’re still playing this girl and she’s falling hard for you.”

“I’m not playing her, Brian! I like her! A lot,” I mumble the last part. 

“Then for your own sake, you need to tell her that because this whole ‘I can’t tell her because it wasn’t supposed to be me' is shit, and you know it.”

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So… maybe slow isn't our forte. I don't think either of us expected it to get this far, both of us on her bed, tired limbs tangled together, breathing heavily.

"Your leg is twitching," I mumble, eyes closed.

She caresses my bare chest and kisses my sternum. "Well whose fault is that?" 

We both laugh, but it's short lived because we're both tired - exhausted, really. "If you're good maybe I can make it happen again later," I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to my side. 

"I don't think it has anything to do with me being good, mister."

I pinch her hip with a breathy laugh, "Don't be a smartass, sweetheart." She groans into my chest and I look down at her. "What?"

"Nothing."

I smirk, "You like when I call you sweetheart," I muse and she hits my side.

"Stop it. Go to sleep."

"We need to film," I remind her. "That's why I came here."

"Hey I'm not the one that came in and pushed you up against the desk," y/n teases.

"Keep talking shit and see what happens," I say only half-heartedly because I'm already drifting to sleep, with visions of us just minutes ago dancing behind my eyelids.

She opened the door in leggings and a big t-shirt. It only takes me a second to realize that the shirt is mine and I actually I think I groan a little. "Fuck," I mutter before she can even let me in fully. And when she does, I set my camera down on her desk and quickly set her there right after. She squeals, holding onto my shoulders. 

"Connor, what are you doing?"

"So you're the reason I couldn't find that shirt this morning," I say huskily in her ear, nibbling at it. She moans and I know I'm fucked. I’d kill just to hear that sound again.

"Well if you want it back," she reaches for the hem of it and pulls it off her chest, revealing her lacy black bra. She's ruining me. Absolutely destroying me and she's getting off on it. Well I'll be damned if I don't get off too. “Take it.”

I lick my lips and shake my head, “Uh-uh. Put it back on. I’ll take something else.”

“That’s suggestive. What are you thinking, Brashier?” She asks, slipping the shirt back over her frame.

I hold her hips loosely, tracing her skin from under the shirt. “How far do you want to go?”

And that’s all she needed to press her lips against mine and for her legs to wrap around my waist. Oh, and her answer, by the way: fingers. And tongue. But she had me under the covers while I worked on her body, memorizing every curve, moaning at every sharp intake of breath. The sounds coming from both of us are borderline pornographic, but neither of us care as I bring her to her second orgasm. And neither of us care when she’s on her knees for me, still in my shirt - in nothing but my shirt, I should say - giving me what could very possibly be the best head I have ever or will ever receive in my life. She works her mouth so well, I think I see stars when I do finally release. I want to be like this with her forever.  It’s euphoric. It’s perfect. It’s… over.

---

“Hey, y/n. Nice shirt,” I say, filming her as she slips on yet another one of my shirts that she’s stolen without my knowing.

She smirks, stuffing her computer in her bag. “Thanks, it’s new.”

“Where’d you get it?” I ask, walking closer to her, reaching out for her hand. 

“Eh, this new place. You wouldn’t have heard of it,” she says matter of factly, allowing me to take her hand.

“Is it not called Connor’s closet?”

She scrunches up her face and then a pout settles on her lips. “Maybe.”

I hum, “Thought so.”

“Hey Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you again?” she plays with the hem of the shirt that, once again, looks better on her than me. My pretty girl.

“You can kiss me as many times as you want.” I answer, setting the camera down so I can hold and kiss her properly. Which I do. And that’s how we end up in our same position as just moments ago, tangled limbs and heavy breathing. I hope we can stay this way forever.

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[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted Part 2

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, kidnapping, human trafficking, non-con, minor character's death.

Words: 2655.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

P.S. Peter is an adult!

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It had started. You could feel the sudden shift in atmosphere when Peter dropped his hand to your cheek, touching you awkwardly as if he were afraid you would disappear once he got more passionate with you. He caressed you gently like a lover, and you felt miserable. The only boy who had ever set his eyes on you was a young mobster who owned you as of you were some soulless object.

"You're so pretty." His whisper was barely audible, his face so close to yours you wanted to shut your eyes.

You needed to relax. No one - even a boy like him - would want to deal with a mad fury. He'd just shoot you: among other things on the table there were there was an actual gun. You needed to keep this guy happy, and maybe Peter would still be sweet with you once he got rid of his virginity.

But then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from you.

"Oh no, what the hell am I doing?" He laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean jumping at you like that. So you wanna take your shower or maybe eat some more?"

You took your eyes elsewhere and did your best not to wince. Keep it cool, breathe, don't push the boy off.

"Can I have some alcohol?" Your voice sounded pathetic.

"Of course!" Peter jumped again and rushed to the drawer. "I have some whiskey and vo... shit, I'm stupid, who the fuck gives vodka to a lady? I'll bring you a bottle of champagne, just a sec!"

He was at the door in a matter of seconds and you gave him a puzzled look. This Peter boy was unpredictable. He grinned at you and went out of the room, locking the door behind him.

You were still on the bed, watching your feet, afraid to move. Technically, in front of you was a regular door with a simple lock and a door handle - if you could find something heavy, you could break it.

Well, actually, you could just snatch that gun from the table and make a few holes in the wood. The problem with that was that you were inside Stark Tower, that ugly building that looked more like an abandoned factory rather than a graceful skyscraper. How many Stark's guys with guns were there? How far would you make it?

You could also put a gun against your head and pull the trigger...

You shivered and stood up, walking to the bathroom. You refused to look at the table.

Stripping yourself of all those lacy undergarments with shame and dropping them to the white floor, you sneaked into the bath and turned on the water, trying not to look around too much. It felt like there were cameras everywhere to record you, naked, miserable, and frightened, so you finished showering as fast as you could and wrapped a towel around youself. Could you take that towel, actually? Was it for you? Would Peter want to see you naked on the bed when he returned instead?

You wiped away more tears running down your face and slowly removed the towel, putting on the lingerie they gave you before the auction.

"Hey, where are you?" Peter's voice rang loudly behind the door. You could feel he was distressed.

"H-here!" You quickly grasped your palr pink silk robe and put it on too, carefully sneaking back to the room to see the boy with a bottle of Moet & Chandon and two champagne glasses in his hands. Huh, classy.

"Oh, hey." He smiled, a bit embarrassed at his outbirst. "I, uh, found this. I hope you're going to like it."

"Thank you, Peter." You murmured softly and saw him grinning wider when he heard you saying his name for the first time.

Although normally you didn't drink much, you heard about your friend's sexual escapades when she was totally drunk many times and assumed everything could go easier if you had enough champagne. Maybe then you would simply forget you were brought to Stark's Tower and forced to have sex with a guy you had never met before.

Peter had already opened the bottle with a loud noise and poured the sparkly golden liquid into the glass, handing it to you. You brushed your hand against his unintentionally and thought how warm he was.

"I'm not good with these things, but, um, I'm glad I met you today." He had that radiant boyish smile on his face. When he raised his glass, you raised yours too, barely understanding to what you were saluting. "I'm so happy from now on you're gonna be here with me."

What a romantic. It would be almost sweet if he didn't hold you here against your will.

"I'm happy to meet you, too." You made yourself smile, and the two of you clinked your glasses. You drank all the champagne in one big gulp, not afraid to appear unladylike and caring only to get drunk faster. You didn't eat much, so it had to be easy enough.

Peter repeated after you with a little laugh and filled the glasses again and then again until you didn't start feeling funny and your shoulders finally relaxed, the alcohol removing all the tension from your body like some magical elixir. When the boy reached out to touch your shoulder, you didn't flinch, feeling his soft lips pressing against yours in a gentle kiss.

It wasn't that bad, you thought. He was being very tender with you, taking his time to unfasten your robe with his fingers trembling from excitement, and then kissed your temple. He trailed his kisses down to your neck as you let out a loud sigh, biting your lips, then burying your fingers in his soft disheveled hair. Peter's subtle touches felt good.

"I'm sorry for hurrying these things up." He said suddenly with guilt all over his pretty face. "I really am, but I have to show the guys you're my girl. They won't understand otherwise, and we might get in trouble."

"It's ok." You kissed his cheek, watching his eyelashes tremble. "Maybe I'm going to like it. You're nice, Peter."

He looked at you with wide eyes, his lips curling into a wide smile once more at your words as he reached to unfasten your pink bra.

"I don't have much experience, but I'll do my best to make you feel good." His breath tickled your face when the boy cupped your breasts, enjoying the softness of your body. You loved that look of adoration on his face.

"Do you have any?"

"I do."

What, really? That high schooler already had his virginity taken by someone else?

"Kids these days." You mumbled and he suddenly pinched your cheek. "Ouch!"

"You're not allowed to call me a kid!" Peter said with a pout, drawing little circles around your nipple and grasping your plump hip. "Only Mr. Stark can. Besides, I'm like year and a half younger that you, so I'm going to call you a little girl then, y'know?"

"Wha... ahh... Peter." You inched him closer, enjoying the way he played with your breast and kissing him in return. "But you look so young, huh."

"And you look like a schoolgirl without your makeup." He chuckled and gently sucked your lower lip, his left hand caressing your soft belly. You tensed immediately again, but the boy lowered you on the bed and kissed your forehead, staring at you from above with loving  eyes. "Please don't be shy. I like you. Every part of you."

You stayed silent, but your eyes were gleaming with tears when you threw your hands around his neck and inched Peter closer, kissing him more. He rested one of his arms close to your pillow, the other one travelled down your body to squeeze your belly gently again, then went closer to your pussy, forcing you to open your legs and caressing your clit covered by the thin pink fabric of your panties.

"I can take care of you." The boy cooed softly at your ear and pushed them to the side to touch your already slick folds. "Do you want me to? Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes." You moaned when his fingers rubbed your clit and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. "Please, please, Peter, take care of me."

"I knew you'd be a good girl." He licked his lips impatiently and picked up pace rubbing your clit to make you wail under him. "Yes, like that. I'm gonna teach you to cum from my fingers, and then I'll use that tight little pussy of yours, yeah? Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes Peter, plea... ahhh."

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The next morning was peaceful - you woke up to the boy's soft snoring behind you, his hand draped over body. Well, you weren't sure you could keep calling him that since he was actually older than you thought and, uh, way more experienced. If you tried to recall all the things he did to you last night, you could die of shame, probably.

The alcohol helped a lot. Firstly, it was so much easier to blame it for all the pleaser Peter gave you - of course, it was all the alcohol's fault, you couldn't possibly enjoy having sex with someone who thought owing a human being was okay. Secondly, the alcohol allowed you to play the role of a sweet little thing to perfection as you never even once pushed Peter away, probably leaving him satisfied with your submission. If he was satisfied, maybe he wouldn't get rid of you first thing in the morning.

You shivered at the thought and realized you didn't hear his snoring anymore.

"Good morning." He yawned, sneaking closer to you and pressing his face into your hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Peter." You found the strength to gently caress the back of his hand laying on your belly. "Yes, thank you. Did you?"

"Are you joking?" The sound of him giggling made you relax a bit. "I think the last time I slept so soundly was when Aunt May was still alive."

You went quiet, staring at the white bathroom's door across the room. So, the woman he told you about yesterday was dead. You could imagine she was the one who raised Peter, but withour her to take care of the boy - who could be very young at that time - he ended up with Stark's crime family. Then it made sense why he didn't behave exactly like those vultures surrounding his boss as he most likely didn't grow up on the streets of New York.

Were you pitying the man who was holding you captive here? Yes, yes you were.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in quiet voice and touched your lower belly tenderly.

"A little. But not as much I thought it would."

He moved his hand up and cuddled you, kissing the top of your head. You hoped it was a good sign and you wouldn't end up in a ditch in the evening. Was Peter going to keep you here as his personal toy? It was humiliating to even think about that, but anything seemed better than dying to you now.

He let you stay. In fact, he had never considered letting you go after Mr. Stark bought you - you were Peter's girl now, right? So he did his best to accommodate you in that room where he lived, providing you with clothes, shoes, cosmetics and all the things you needed, a laptop included. Of course, there was no wi-fi or anything that could help you to connect to the outer world, but Peter recommended you strongly against it. You've already seen enough that made it impossible for you to leave - Mr. Stark would never take it kindly if you tried to run or, God forbids, go to the police. It wasn't just your life at stake, but the life of your family, too. It was embarrassingly easy to find out everything about them, including where they lived and worked, of course. Tony could kill them with a snap of his fingers.

Though you weren't allowed to leave the room, Peter promised he would do everything to give you more freedom a bit later. The guys needed to trust you before they would grant you permission to move freely around the building - not that you really wanted it. Who in the right mind would walk the Stark's Tower full of deranged criminals?

Anyway, the place where you were now was mostly comfortable - you could watch TV and play video games if you were bored; Peter also brought you a pile of books and magazines, and he was always providing you with nice food. Honestly, you expected something way worse than that.

It was the end of the third day when the boy returned with a box of pizza and a few bottles of Starbucks frappuccino, his usually cheerful expression turned all gloomy and tired. Something must had happened, but you were not sure if you were allowed to ask him that - you had never discussed the things he was doing outside of this room.

"Hi, Peter. How was your day?" You stood up from the bed and took a box and bottles from him, placing them on the side table close to the microwave. Before you could turn to him, you felt the boy kissing the back of your head.

"Tired." He mumbled and step back, taking off his bomber and sneakers before moving to bed and sitting down. "I've had a hell of a day."

"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to draw you a bath?"

When he looked at you, you saw him chuckling warmly as he motioned you to come closer. You lowered yourself on the bed, too, and Peter kissed your lips, then grinning and laughing like a kid.

"You don't know how happy I am to have you, Baby. You're sweet and smart and, uh, you don't want to run from me because you know there's no good in that."

Maybe his words were intended as a compliment, but you shivered and quickly placed a fake smile on your face. You had already figured out Peter was not even half as sweet as he seemed. What did you expect from him being Stark's favourite?

"Did something happen, Peter?" You knew you were going to regret asking that, yet you felt like you had to. You needed to pretend your relationship with him were genuine.

"Mr. Stark shot Amanda." The boy shooked his head sadly.

"Who?"

"His new girl. The one he bought at the same auction as you."

That immensely beautiful woman with her eyes deep as ocean and hair dark as night? She could easily be the world's next beauty queen, and he killed her? He killed an innocent woman who, besides that, was stunning, graceful and perfect and walking on air?!

"I mean, of course she brought it on herself when she whored with her guards to make them let her go, but, shit, I don't like it when Mr. Stark kills his girls." Peter covered his face with his rough palms and rubbed his eyes as you stared at him, terrified.

"Does he... does he kill them all?"

"Not all of them... but most."

You heard youself sobbing and clamped a hand against your mouth right away, tears pouring down your face. Your pathetic attempt to hide your fear failed as Peter leaned closer to you, taking your hand away and kissing your eyelids to shush you. He rubbed your back reassuringly and let you put your face against his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Baby." That was how he called you now. "You're not his girl, you're mine. This will never happen to you because I love you a lot and you're smart, right?"

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[xtheodoramoore]

be careful around THEODORA “TEDDY” MOORE (SYDNEY SWEENEY)!! SHE/HER might look innocent, but they’ve been a CIVILIAN for 6 MONTHS. people say they’re EXCITABLE & PROTECTIVE but can be a bit IMPULSIVE, but if you want to find out for yourself, you can find the 21 YEAR OLD working at LA PASSAROTTA as a ENTERTAINER/STRIPPER. upon getting to know them, you’ll realize they remind you of, BRAND NEW LINGERIE MIXED WITH BRIGHT REDS AND LACY BLACKS, SMUDGED LIPSTICK ON AN OVERSIZED BUTTON DOWN, WORN OUT BOOKS FROM BEING READ TOO MANY TIMES. (ginny, she/her, 26, est.)

TW Death; TW Abuse; TW Drug Mention

【 ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ 】

Name ; Theodora Elizabeth Moore

Nickname ; Teddy

Age ; Twenty-One [ October 23rd, 2000 ]

Status; Civilian

Currently living ; Coyote Point, Nevada

Hometown ; Dallas, Texas

【 ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ 】

Traits ; protective; energetic; excitable; empathetic, intelligent - impulsive; sarcastic; anxious; oblivious; fickle

Alignment ; Chaotic Good 

Personality type; ENFP

Hogwarts House; Hufflepuff

Hobbies ; reading her favorite books for the tenth time; losing herself in music; writing in her journal & boudoir photography

Habits ; biting nails, fidgeting with the hem of clothing; bringing coffee for her fellow employees @ work; stumbling over words when she gets overwhelmed, picking the petals off of flowers.

Fears ; her father; the dark; spiders

【 sᴇxᴜᴀʟ 】

Orientation ; Pansexual

Relationship status ; Single

【 ᴘʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ 】

Faceclaim ; Sydney Sweeney

Height ; 5′2

Hair ; Blonde

Eyes ; Blue

Piercings ; septum, tragus, nose, ears, belly button

Tattoos: a small rose on the side of her wrist

Scars ; a thin white line on her lower back, tiny scars from playing outside in the trees a lot as a child, one from the edge of her palm to her thumb. 

【 ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ 】

Level of education ; high school graduate

Qualifications ; 4.0 gpa

Occupation ; entertainer/stripper

Name of employer ; la passarotta

【 ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ 】

Drinker? ; Yes

Smoker? ; No

Recreational drug user? ; socially

Which? ; 420 friendly, uppers

Mental illnesses ; anxiety; depression; ptsd

【 ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ 】[tw death] [tw abuse] 

➥ the day teddy was born was the day her mother died. she never got to be held by the woman who carried her for eight and a half months. this moment seemed to dictate the rest of her life. she had two older siblings; a brother and a sister who her father seemed to prefer. whenever it came to her, she was the reason why his wife died. it was all her fault and there was nothing that could be done to bring her back. 

that just made a people pleaser out of teddy. she did anything possible to get into her father’s good graces. she would work hard in school, she’d cook him dinner but any mistake she made was brought up tenfold. he wasn’t always physical but when it happened, it was difficult for her to process what she had done to deserve it because she had done nothing. her siblings never knew, he kept it hidden. 

though growing up, she would visit her grandmother’s house every weekend and they’d bake cookies and play games until sunday would come around. then she’d have to go back home again and the cycle would repeat. 

this was her life until about six months ago, she finished as her high school valedictorian. she put off college because she had not way to pay for it. she got a job as a waitress but that was just until she saved enough money to get as far away as possible. she came across coyote point; of course she had heard of the divide but she didn’t really know what it was, she didn’t pay attention. 

she walked into la passarotta; got an audition and was employed by the end of the week. 

【 ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs 】

➥possible best friend

ex girlfriend or boyfriend

somebody introducing her to the life of crime of either side

somebody she is going to get an apartment with

or just somebody who needs a roommate

somebody she drinks with

fwb

honestly any plot, all the plots i want them all. 

[wri0thesley]

number 11 with Melone?

“So…do you want your underwear back?”

warnings for: obsessive behaviour, stalking. neutral reader and pronouns although reader DOES wear sexy underwear. 

It's the third pair of underwear that's gone missing this week - and you really liked this pair, dammit! You're tired of going out to the cheapest clothes store you can get to with a shit assassin's wage (what kind of asshole pays their assassins this badly? Your boss, apparently), and having to choose ugly pieces that are on sale and not at all your personal style.

And, unfortunately, you know exactly what's happening to them.

You avoid Melone as much as possible. The rest of the team have not been at all coy about telling you you're doing the right thing; making vague references about how Melone treats possible lovers, or about how he can't be trusted, or about how he's just creepy. You've never been assigned to work with him on a mission - by all accounts, Melone works well alone, and Risotto is glad of that. But this is getting ridiculous.

You know it's none of the other guys. For one thing, they don't seem the type - and for another, most of them have shrugged and admitted they're keeping lovers on the side in safehouses and the like. Trying to keep their loved ones safe in the only ways they can. But Melone . . .

Well.

He's got nobody to come home to, if the boys in the squad are right. And from the hungry way he's always looking at you, eyes travelling the length of your body, hunger radiating off every lithe, panther-like inch of him, he's not particularly interested in keeping a lover off-base. He wants his lover somewhere a little closer to home.

It's not that he isn't handsome - he is handsome. It's just that he's so . . . intense. His eyes focused on you, gloved fingers flying over keyboard keys, low hum of acknowledgement in the back of his throat when somebody speaks to him. Utter focus. The cold, clinical way you've heard him talk about both his marks and his Baby Face mothers. Something about him just gives you shivers and shakes. Sorbet and Gelato are terrifying, sure, but they're terrifying in a way where you know what you're getting if you get on their bad side. Melone seems like he could snap at any moment.

You're not doing any good pontificating. You get up from your bed, slamming the drawer shut - your favourite pair of pale blue satin underwear with lacy rose appliques isn't going to retrieve itself from Melone's room on its own, you guess - and neither are all of the other nice pairs you've had to replace with sale rack rejects in leopard print and hot pink. You're sure Melone would appreciate them - he seems like the kind of guy who'd appreciate that kind of performance - but they're not very you.

You try and be quiet as you pad along the hallway. Melone's out on a mark, so you know he's not going to be around to catch you (the schedules of La Squadra members are easy to pick up on if you listen, or if you sweet-talk Illuso and bring him some of that hair conditioner he likes), but you still don't want anyone reporting back to Melone that you've been snooping about his room. Ugh. You wrinkle your nose, stopping outside his door. You can't believe you're going to go in there out of choice.

You hope it's not going to be like a weird fetish porn studio. You can barely look at the way Melone dresses without flushing red - most of La Squadra dress like they're in an erotic movie, but Melone is the utter worst for it. You pause, and take a deep breath. Alright. You can do this.

You push his door open--

And it's normal.

A perfectly ordinary, serviceable bedroom, much like how yours had looked when you'd first moved into the hideout. Yours is possibly a little more lived-in - you have nice coloured blankets and knick-knacks. Melone's bedroom is bare; a laptop on his desk, some biology and astrology books on a shelf, a tarot deck (you shouldn't be surprised about it, based on how much store he puts in where the planets where on nights people were born) - one decorative throw pillow. It's almost sad, how quickly Melone could probably pack his things up and just leave the squad entirely.

You almost feel bad for him, before you remember why it is you're in his room in the first place.

You're pretty sure Melone is stealing your underwear. Your used underwear, to make it even worse! Right out of your laundry hamper! (Melone, coincidentally, doesn't seem to have a laundry hamper. You wonder if his wardrobe is just full of the exact same suit and snort to yourself before you lean down by his bed and open a drawer).

Boring clothes. Civvies; plain shirts and jeans, that Melone almost never wears because his stand means he can work remotely. Clicking your tongue, you rifle through them - and your fingers catch on a hard edge. You push the fabric to one side and pull out . . . a photo album?

Is he secretly soft-hearted? Sentimental in private? There's a small smile on your face as you flick open the photo album, that falters when you realise the polaroids slipped within the clear casings all have one thing in common.

All of them are of you.

You, smiling as you talk to Formaggio. Your head thrown back in laughter on the sofa downstairs in the living room. Concentrating on a mark on a mission you'd been sent on with Prosciutto - your face falls as you rifle through them.

Not just you as a member of La Squadra. 

You as a civilian. 

A picture of you before you'd gotten caught up in this business. A picture of you and your family. Your graduating class--

Your heart begins to beat hard in your chest, as you drop the photo album and wrench open the second drawer.

A half-empty bottle of your perfume, that you thought you'd accidentally thrown away. Post, addressed to your old apartment before you'd moved in here. A napkin with a kiss mark pressed against it, lipstick in a colour you haven't worn for over a year.

Your guts feel like they're dropping through the floor as your shaking hands pull open the bottom drawer. This time, Melone's made no attempt to hide things from you.

Your underwear, neatly laid out beside one another, gussets showing. They're stained with something you know isn't from you. A sex toy that you'd bought and only used once because Pesci had knocked on your door whilst you were using it to check you were okay, and you'd bundled it away in your own bottom drawer so you didn't have to look at it and remember the sheer embarrassment of Pesci maybe overhearing you touching yourself--

Three more polaroids. You, undressing in the shower, bent over to fold your clothes. You, hands buried inside your shorts on your bed. You, getting dressed in a morning, bare in the light filtering through the curtains--

Your face burns at how open and vulnerable your naked body is in them. 

How did he get these?

Your hands are shaking, your mouth dry. You want to take your underwear back, but also - what might Melone do if he finds out you've found his creepy little shrine?

"Enjoying yourself?"

The voice is soft, the cadences gentle - but you still start, falling to one side, your head turning to stare at Melone through wide, frightened deer in the headlight eyes. He sees the fear on your face and smiles, cold and clinical, and you wonder if perhaps he's just going to kill you right here. He shrugs his elegant shoulders.

"I've been watching you for a while," he says, unhurried as he crosses the room, kneeling beside you on the floor like you aren't trembling viciously. He drags a gloved finger over your face in one of the polaroids, his small smile not faltering for a moment. "I had to bide my time, didn't I? But once you find such a perfect match, you don't want to let them go so easily . . ."

"Y-you're sick," you manage to spit out, heart beating like a drum. Melone tips his head to one side, considering.

"Healthy as a horse," he says, after a moment. He winks at you. "Hung like one too, if you want to find out."

Your fingers cling at his stupid, plain, characterless bedspread as you pull yourself onto your shaking legs.

"I'll tell Risotto," you whisper, your heart seizing in your chest. Your voice is coming out so dry.

"And who do you think he'd prefer to lose, cara?"  Melone says. He doesn't sound mean, or patronising, or smug - he sounds like it's a fact of life. "The new recruit, or me? Someone who's never failed on a mission? Who doesn't need a babysitter on jobs?"

"I--" your voice peters away. He's right.

"Besides," he says, motioning at the array of items he's collected. "Do you think I got these myself? Do you think nobody noticed? You're not the only one who can bribe Illuso with hair care products, you know." That same curious, simple smile on his face, he continues; "We share the same favourite brand."

"I . . . This is . . ."

Melone reaches over and he touches your face, griping your cheekbone in his fingers so you can't pull away. Your flesh feels like angry fire every place he skims, sickness rolling in your stomach.

"Oh, you're so pretty," he says, sing-song tone leaking into his voice. "You're going to be so perfect, tesoro."

The spell breaks, and you wrench yourself away. Fuck your underwear. Fuck all of your stuff. You stumble away from him, across the room, heading out of his door on unsteady legs that are at least managing to be fast. You hear Melone's voice, an echoing laugh as you head towards your own room to pack immediately and get the fuck out of here--

"So I'll take it you don't want your underwear back?"

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Empires on the Horizon VIII

Jason is a CEO: Part VIII

Push (should defs listen with earphones at an insane volume at 1am- i’m not talking from experience)

Here’s my masterlist for the next part and my other stuff

This is a helllllaaaaa long chapter y’all. I just couldn’t bear to cut it. Please enjoy.

push it

push it

back up on me

make me believe you want me

-Enrique Iglesias and Lil Wayne

Friday arrived with bright blue skies and an icy winter wind. Jason breathed in the crisp air, letting it flow through his lungs as he slowed to a walk. He hadn’t gone on many morning runs since, well since Luke, and he missed the quiet of the streets and the fresh smells of Bakery Avenue. His anticipation for the night was lightning crackling under his skin. They had signed the contract with Harley Davids yesterday, but today he would have to call Octavian and break the news. He didn’t want to have that conversation but being the CEO of the company meant dealing with the highs and the lows. He was buttoning his shirt when his phone dinged on the side table, so he abandoned the task, letting it fall open, and opened his messages.

Zoe: open up ;)

Jason: Like emotionally?

A knocking echoed through the apartment and he raced to open the door. Zoe stood on the other side laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes. She looked ethereal. A white dress hugged her figure and the gold jewellery hanging from her neck rivalled her glow. He just stood there watching her, enraptured in everything that she was. Finally she stopped giggling, taking deep breaths to calm herself, and looked up to see him staring.

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled at that, “And you’re hilarious.”

“What are you doing here?” He grabbed her hand and pulled them together.

“I came to visit before you rushed into work. I’m off today because your lovely assistant is taking me out before tonight. I don’t have party clothes,” She scrunched her nose.

“Oh Haze didn’t tell me she was taking today off?” He frowned.

“I think she’s playing hookie.” Amusement danced on her lips.

He laughed at that, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be tell her boss­–”  He gasped, “Your hands…”

Zoe looked up at him innocently, fingers roaming distractedly on his bare torso, “My hands are what?”

“Cold,” He breathed, “Your hands are cold.”

“You don’t seem to be that upset,” She said cheekily, looking down at his rising evidence.

“Little minx!” He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her into the house.

Her laugh was music in his ears, a song he wanted to hear on repeat. She threaded her fingers in his hair and tugged gently so he was looking up at her.

“You’re cute.”

He buried his nose into her neck as she slowly slid down his body and onto the fleece rug of his bedroom, “You’re cuter.”

“Wanna play a game?”

He raised an eyebrow, suspicious of the gleam in her eye, “What game?”

“How late can we make you for work?”

His eyes blazed, blue becoming impossibly bright, “Let’s find out.”

And then his lips were on hers, like the beginning, middle and end. She was soft and supple and melted against him in a way he had never known. A low moan dragged from his throat as she sunk her teeth into his bottom lip, and then eased the sting with a swipe of her tongue. They explored each other languidly, relishing in the feel of whatever bloomed between them. Without breaking contact they moved towards the bed and fell onto those white sheets, smiling into each other.

Jason walked into his office building with a Cheshire grin on his face and the halo of someone who had been properly–

“Mr Grace!”

He turned around to see a girl coming towards him, sneakers squeaking incessantly against the marble.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I’m just passing on a message from Aphrodite’s Armour. Drew and Silena would like to take you up on your offer to find them a replacement for the time they’re gone.”

“Oh of course! I’ll call them immediately. And your name Miss?”

“Lacy,” She beamed, “Nice to meet you Mr Grace. I’ve heard so much about you.”

He smiled, studying the girl, who was starting to look younger and younger with every passing second. “All good things I hope?”

“Absolutely. Drew and ‘Lena talk about you all the time. They say you’re the nicest man they’ve ever met.”

“Well thank you kindly. How do you know the ladies?”

“Oh I’m Drew’s little sister. Well half-sister on my mom’s side but you know what they say, ‘the blood of the convent is thicker than the water of the womb.’ She honestly means more to me than just a sister anyway.  I’m visiting them before school goes back next week. They’re a little busy today. Two ladies, oh they were gorgeous you know,” She nodded her head vigorously, “Anyway they came into the shop about a half hour ago and they’ve been there ever since.”

Jason had a feeling he knew who it was, and a lopsided smile crept onto his face. “Thank you very much Miss Lacy. Please tell your sister and her fiancé I will get on finding them a temp as soon as possible. Do you need a ride back to the shop?”

“Oh no thank you sir, Drew’s allowed me to explore the city for a little, while they’re busy.”

“Oh,” He looked at her thoughtfully, “Well do you need a guide?”

Her eyes lit up, “Mr Grace but aren’t you so busy?”

“I am busy I’m afraid, but I was thinking of someone more your age who can show you all the cool spots.”

“Oh,” She hummed, head tilted in consideration, “Okay Mr Grace. Who is it?”

“Why don’t you come up to my office and I’ll give them a call. You can also call your sister and tell her the plan?”

“Sounds good! Do you really have candy in every office? And do you always celebrate valentine’s day by giving all your employees roses? Isn’t valentine’s day just the loveliest concept Mr Grace? A whole day dedicated to anything and everything you love. There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. George Sand. Delightful isn’t it? And did someone really bring a pinata to work to hit whenever they were stressed? And do you always wear fancy clothes? Do you like jeans Mr Grace? Oh I have so many questions.”

And before Jason could answer any of them, she was already onto the next.

“Oh wow is that a whole room just for board games? And how come this room is green and this room is red? Why do you have a wall of hand-prints? Do you celebrate Easter by hiding eggs? You know, Mr Grace, I’ve always admired you. When Drew told me you were starting a business to help communities, I immediately wanted to use you for my project at school. I’m taking economics you know?” Her brown eyes looked up at him then, and he opened his mouth to answer her, only to be led astray.

“I want to start a dance school when I’m older. I believe dance is the movement of the soul. Isn’t that the most lovey thing you’ve ever heard? When you dance your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It is to enjoy each step along the way. Wayne Dyer said that. Dancing is a bit like life isn’t it? In that funny way that it’s not about the end it’s about the moments, the journey.”

“Indeed Miss Lacy.” He nodded at her, thinking about the words.

“Wow Mr Grace,” Her eyes were wide as she took in his office, “This is beautiful. I don’t know how anyone can be unhappy when you have a view like this.”

“It’s certainly difficult,” His lips twitched as she walked around the room; dragging her fingers across the white couch and studying the bookshelf opposite with trinkets from his travels and various books, both fiction and non.

He sat down at his desk and quickly called who he needed to before handing the phone to Lacy to call Drew. When that was done, she went back to looking at his things.

“Books are mirrors; you only see in them what you already have inside you. That’s from The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon. Do you like to read Mr Grace?”

“Yes, do you?”

She nodded, then shook her head, then scrunched her nose and flopped down on the couch. “I love the idea of reading, you know the cup of tea, and the rain, and getting lost in a completely different world, but whenever I sit down to actually do it– I just can’t seem to get past a couple sentences before my brain is thinking about something else. Silena, oh I adore her Mr Grace. She’s just the nicest lady and she’s so patient with me even when I ask her a million questions, I’m so glad I get to call her my sister-in-law. Anyway she tried to sit down with me and read but I just couldn’t do it. Even Uncle Charles has tried, and you know he has all the patience in the world, but I think after twenty minutes even he was starting to lose it. So you see I think there may be something wrong in my brain.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” He gave her a small smile.

She sat up suddenly and looked directly at him, “You don’t?”

“Not at all. Some people can sit down and read for hours and some people can’t, that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with them.”

“Even if they’re like me and they want to read?”

“Even then,” His smile was wider now, “Have you tried audiobooks?”

“No?” Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she hung off the edge of the couch in anticipation.

“A narrator reads the books and you just have to listen to them. Like how people told you stories when you were younger.”

“So you mean I can listen to them and do other things at the same time? Like dance? Or draw? Or schoolwork?”

“That’s exactly it. People listen to audiobooks on the train, in the car, when they’re exercising.”

“Mr Grace!” She jumped up and slammed into him, “Oh you truly are the most wonderful man! I am so glad I met you. To think if I hadn’t, I’d be suffering forevermore.”

“I’m glad I could help,” He laughed, returning her hug. “And look here are your personal tour guides now.”

In walked Jake Mason and Kayla Knowles, two of the students in a school he funded and some of the brightest kids he’d ever met.

“Oh wow, I love your hair!” Lacy exclaimed, pointing at the green streaks in Kayla’s bright red locks.

“And your shoes are to die for!” Kayla squealed, pointing at Lacy’s sneakers, decked in paint splatters and writing over every inch of the canvas.

Jake Mason, a usually shy person immediately gravitated towards Lacy’s bubbly aura and in a matter of moments the three were chattering away.

“Alright little ones, I’ve got work to do. Don’t get into too much trouble and if you need anything you call me okay.”

“Sure Mr Grace.” Came the chorus of replies and then the young teens were bounding out of his office and into their adventure.

Jason on the other hand had a less than ideal quest to complete, and traitorous Hazel had ditched him for a shopping spree. He had a good mind to hide her stash of chocolate as payback.

He took a deep breath and dialled the number to Titan Industries.

“Titan Industries, Mr O’s assistant, how can I help you?”

“Hello sir, it’s Jason Grace from Anemoi Empire. Could you put me through to him please?”

“Just a moment.”

And then he heard a click and the oily voice of Octavian crackled through the phone.

“Ah Mr Grace, I was expecting a call.”

“Octavian, I hope you are well. I’m just calling to say we won’t be contracting with you. It has been a,” He swallowed, forcing the next words out, “A pleasure, but we have found someone who better suits our interests.”

“Well,” the sharpness is a knife Jason can feel resting on his cheek, “I certainly didn’t expect this. I hope you know what you’re doing Grace.”

“Yes Octavian. Again thank you for your patience and I wish you all the best for the future.”

“Goodbye Grace.” Was the icy reply and then his phone beeped with the end dial-tone.

He rubbed a finger across his brow and took a deep, steadying breath. At least that’s over. Now to finish up some admin and get out of here. He had friends waiting for him.

***

“Jason!” Zoe squealed, crashing into him.

“Hello my stella,” He hugged her and then pulled her back to stare, devour.

A soft-cream satin dress draped over her, like it felt privileged to be there. It cut off at mid-thigh and left you no choice but to drag your eyes down till you were met with the ribbon straps of her matching shoes. She had taken out her braids, and her hair, tightly coiled, was now cropped closely to her head. She looked unbelievable and he told her as much.

“You ready to go?”

“Hell yes! I want to meet your friends.”

“I’m glad you’re excited. I’m sure you’re going to hear embarrassing stories about me all night.”

She grinned at him, “All the better.”

They arrived at Trepsichore, or Treps to the locals, where the lively sound of chatter and music were already weaving through the atmosphere. The gang had started coming to this place the day it opened, and they still haven’t found a better club; although they could be biased since it was owned by Connor Stoll, a good friend of theirs.

“Oh Leo, I am leaving you for Jason’s lady.” Annabeth Chase stood up from her stool and walked around to greet them.

Zoe laughed, and embraced the blonde, “Jason would it be rude if I agreed. You won’t take offence, will you?”

He feigned hurt, pouting at them and pulling Leo towards him, “I think they’re dumping us Firefly. Wanna get married? At least we won’t break each other’s hearts.”

“I’m down buddy, anything for you.” Leo cupped his cheek and brought their faces together.

“Didn’t we promise we’d never do this again?”

“Yes but that was before our girlfriends decided to leave us for each other.”

“Are we interrupting something?” Hazel Levesque giggled, as she and Frank saddled up to their table.

“Annabeth and Zoe are leaving us for each other,” Leo sighed.

“Oh yes I do agree. Frank darling you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Frank gave her a sordid smile, “Please leave me, wouldn’t mind a bit.”

“Oh gods we’re going to be all alone because our girlfriends love each other more than us.” Jason groaned, looking between his friends.

Annabeth swung her arm over Zoe’s shoulder and grabbed Hazel’s hand, “It was inevitable; you can’t expect me to give up my chance with someone who looks like they could murder me and kiss me with the same degree of passion.”

“Hello, hello everyone!” Reyna waved, tugging Percy behind her.

“Hello babe,” Hazel kissed her cheek, and hugged her counterpart.

Everyone took their turns saying hello and just as they were settling in the last of the group made their way to the table.

“Di Angelo,” Leo spotted them first.

“Sorry we’re late everyone. School meetings ran a bit overtime.”

“Is that code for you two were fooling around in the supply closet again?” Jason teased.

Nico blushed a bright red and Will laughed.

“We aren’t teenagers anymore Grace.” Black eyes narrowed at him.

“Oh to be that young and free again,” Leo sighed, flinging a hand over his forehead.

“What on earth was going on before we got here?” Percy asked, motioning between them.

“Annabeth and Hazel are leaving us for Zoe,” Frank said, rolling his eyes teasingly.

Reyna pouted. “You guys started a girl gang without me?”

“It’s more like a cult if you ask me,” Leo mumbled.

“A sapphic group is the preferred term,” Zoe interjected.

“GAY!” Nico grinned at them.

“Well that’s not a surprise to anyone.” Annabeth laughed, “And of course you’re part of it Reyna. These boys can form their own group if they want.”

“How is it six against four and we’re still losing?” Percy mused.

“It always happens like this.” Leo flashed him a look, “Their badassery outweighs us ten to one every time.”

“And don’t you forget it Valdez.” They all chorused.

The night went much the same way, ribbing at each other, reminiscing, telling embarrassing stories. Jason couldn’t help but stare at his friends, at these people who he loved with every part of him. They all burst into laughter at something Nico said, and he felt his soul bloom, felt his lungs expand, and his heart grow to the point of pain. Besides his sister he did not have any family so to have found one, chosen one, was a feeling he wanted to immortalize in his bloodstream, let it be the magic that sparks the stardust in his veins.

“You ready to dance pretty boys?” Reyna smirked, grabbing Zoe’s hand and sashaying to the floor.

Leo’s excitement was infectious, “Coming? My Latino ass needs to move.”

Frank started saying no almost immediately and Nico firmly agreed but Will insisted they at least hang around on the side of the bar closest to the floor. Jason followed the rest of them to where the life of the club was thrumming between writhing bodies. A bass boosted version of Push by Enrique Iglesias started playing and the roar that went up was deafening. Annabeth grabbed Hazel, Zoe and Reyna and started dancing– grinding on each other and body rolling. Their hair was wild, their cheeks flushed, and their bodies moving to every beat. Jason stared at Zoe, her head thrown back as she grabbed Reyna’s ass and pulled it flush against her. He realised with jarring clarity that he was starting to fall for her, fall deeply, exhilaratingly.

Before he could think on it, Percy grabbed his hand and pulled them together. Those green eyes, bright with laughter and alcohol, looked into his as they matched each other hip for hip, step for step. That swimmer’s body rolled into him and he laughed, gripping the man’s hips and swaying them.

Percy grabbed his neck, half whispering half shouting into his skin, “You got moves, white boy.”

“Years of spending time with Leo.” His lips brushed against his dance partner’s ear.

Percy’s smile was wicked as he turned around and pressed his ass up against Jason’s front. Their friends hollered, pretending to throw money and wolf whistling as they writhed against each other. Gods Jason loved to dance. The strobe lights flashed across his vision as his eyes fluttered. The music raced through his blood, setting everything on fire. He could live in this feeling. Liminal space.

When the song transitioned to the next Zoe pulled him away and they had their own session. Mostly it involved being pushed up against the wall and devouring each other. He really shouldn’t have had this much tequila, but Hazel’s puppy-dog eyes were impossible to say no to.

“Seeing you and Percy was hot as fuck.” Zoe breathed, chest heaving.

“You enjoyed it?” He smirked, grabbing her hips and flipping their positions so she was against the rough brick. He marvelled at the difference between her and Luke. Luke who would have been angry, jealous, hateful; who would have dragged them home and lectured him about it. He banishes those thoughts. Tonight was about having fun, about celebration, about the goddess in front of him.

“Hell yes! And your friends are pretty cool.”

“I think they like you better than me.”

“Well I like you better than them,” She winked.

“Good to know,” His smirk was delicious, “Now, where were we?”

“As lovely as this is, I really need to go to the bathroom before I burst.”

He laughed into her, and let her go, watching as she murmured something to the girls before they all traipsed off.

“They seem to get on,” Nico observed, nodding as they disappeared behind the doors.

“I’m glad. I knew they would, but there’s always that little seed of doubt, you know?”

“Yea,” His friend nodded, floppy black hair falling into his eyes, “She’s great. We all love her.”

“I think me too.” He confessed.

“Really?” Nico peered at him then, trying to gage something under the streaking lights, “Since when?”

“Since a couple hours ago maybe,” He laughed, “I don’t know. It may just be the tequila talking.”

“Alcohol doesn’t create feelings, just amplifies what’s already there.”

Before he could reply a heart-stopping scream sounded from the far side of the club, near the bathrooms. He flashed a look at his friend and then they were both sprinting towards the source where a crowd was forming. He pushed his way to the front and nearly hurled as he took in the scene.

There lying on the floor in a growing pool of blood was Zoe Nightshade.

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[sinsatmidnight]

Interrogation

Pairing - Lee Saerom x Male Reader

Words - 2269

Sins - Smut, teasing, voyeur, oral

So someone asked for Saerom x male reader a few days back, I said I was already working on something and here it is! 

“Look, all I need is the name of your supplier! Someone is helping you bring the girls in from Russia, and you don’t speak any Russian at all.”

Inspector Lee Saerom of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency sighs and throws her head back in frustration as her interrogation is going nowhere. The middle-aged Korean pimp sitting across the table from her isn’t about to give up his contact, for whatever reason.

The curvy and pretty young inspector stands up from her seat and looks back through the one-way mirror at you and gives you your well-rehearsed signal to cut the recording of the cameras and mics in the room. 

You immediately stop them from recording; they’re still streaming live video and audio, but none of it will be saved. Your colleague Saerom is a by-the-books officer who cares a lot about the rules…but sometimes in an interrogation, you can’t have evidence of your tactics.  

The Vice Section at this station has some unconventional interrogation tactics that are not widely known. Your colleague Saerom is about to use her signature tactic. Saerom walks over to the door and locks it, the pimp in handcuffs watching wordlessly.

Saerom then walks over and shifts his chair to face her and the door, giving you a view of both her and the pimp from the side. “Now, the law says I can’t touch you. I can’t hurt you or harm you physically.”

At this point, the pimp’s eyebrows furrow as a look of concern comes upon his face. “And so, I won’t. But what I can do…is make you talk without touching you.”

Looking on from the darkened room behind the mirror, you zoom the cameras in closer for a better view and make sure the volume of the audio is at maximum level. You don’t want to miss any part of what comes next.

Saerom steps forward, undoing the collar button of her white shirt with one hand and casually hiking up her black skirt a little higher with the other hand. She slowly sinks down, her hands undoing another couple of buttons of her shirt and giving both you and the pimp a glimpse of her lacy black bra beneath.

Saerom stops just short of letting her thighs rest on his lap. She leans in and breathes into his ear. “I can’t touch you, but maybe if you tell me who your supplier is…you can touch me.” Saerom ends with a low, soft groan into his ear. You hear every word; the microphones are very sensitive.

You’ve sat through this many times, but it doesn’t get any harder to get through it on your end. You’re sitting in a darkened room and only you can hear the audio because of your headphones but while the interrogation room’s door is locked, the door to your room isn’t. And so, you’ve always had to go without ever touching the large bulge you always get from watching Saerom’s interrogations. Inevitably, at the end of these interrogations you end up trying to calm yourself down and hide your erection.

You’ve always had a crush on Saerom and while she’s fine with you seeing her in various states of undress, she’s never made known any interest in seeing you in any state of undress. As such watching these interrogations can feel like both a blessing and a curse.

Saerom withdraws her head back and maintains eye contact with the pimp. The inspector licks her lips slowly, running her tongue all over them, culminating in biting her lower lip seductively. She inches her face forward, bringing her lips to a stop hovering just over the pimp’s. Her lips are so close to his, he can feel and smell her sweet breath on his face, on his lips. All he needs to do is move his own lips forward and-

And Saerom moves her head back even as he moves his face forward, trying to kiss her soft lips. “No touching, not until you tell what I need…” Saerom responds to the attempt to kiss her by undoing all her buttons, exposing her toned abdomen, and showing off the lacy black bra that held her breasts. Your curvy colleague starts to rock her hips back and forth as she simulates riding the erection now obvious in his pants. He’s not alone; you also have an obvious bulge in your pants now.

Saerom slowly sinks one finger past her lips, even as her hips continue their bouncing movement, and she starts to make loud sucking and slurping noises. You watch as Saerom’s finger is the lucky recipient of a lot of attention by her mouth and tongue, moving back and forth in her mouth.

Your mouth, on the other hand, is dry as you lean in to get as good a look as possible through the mirror.

“Fuck…” Saerom’s moan echoes through the room as she grabs her breasts with one hand while continuing her blowjob simulation on her finger. The pimp is clearly close to losing to Saerom’s lap dance interrogation as he licks his lips while watching her. After a couple minutes of this, Saerom takes things a step further. She stands up and takes a step back, reaches into her skirt from below and pulls her underwear down and off.

A pair of lacy silk black panties are now being held by Saerom by her teeth as she bites down on her underwear, keeping both her hands free as she undoes her skirt hook and slips one hand inside. The other hand slips under her bra, visibly tweaking at her hardened nipples beneath. Both of you can hear her heavy breathing, every whimper and low moan muffled by her biting on her underwear.

Saerom lets the panties drop from her mouth as she whines and begs her captive audience. “Please…please tell me…fuck…I…I wanna fuck!”

He caves in. “There’s a guy in Itaewon, Russian but fluent in Korean, he helps me source and manage the girls, I find the customers. Name’s Dimitri. In his thirties. That’s all I know.”

Saerom stops in mid-moan, leans in as though to kiss the pimp and whispers, “Thank you.” She picks up her underwear and stuffs it into a pocket, does her buttons and skirt hook back up. Saerom turns and heads toward the door.

“But what about me? I’m still hard here!”

Saerom turns and winks. “I need to check if you’re lying to me. Maybe when you’re out of prison?” Saerom leaves the interrogation room, leaving behind a middle-aged Korean pimp with an erection and swearing loudly to himself.

You take a couple of deep breaths yourself because you prefer not to get any comments on the bulge in your pants. The door opens and Saerom walks in. You notice her lock the door behind herself.

“Did you get the details down?”

You raise a sheet of paper with some hastily written information; it served as a distraction. “Dimitri, Russian who speaks Korean, in his thirties, Itaewon, sources for and manages the girls.”

“Good.”

Saerom looks back out into the interrogation room. There is a silence for a few moments. And then she sighs and turns to you, eyes meeting yours searchingly. You notice that her breathing is still heavy, there are beads of sweat all over her neck and forehead and she’s shifting a little uncomfortably. Her eyes go down, looking obviously at your pants. Or rather, the bulging shape in them. Then she licks her lips briefly and looks back up at you.

“Fuck me?”

“I’m sorry what?” is your reply, but Saerom must have seen the slight smile coming to your lips as she doesn’t bother replying, instead crossing the short distance to you in a second, sitting straight down onto your lap and immediately pressing her lips to yours.

“Fuck me.” She repeats again in a whisper between deep French kisses as both of you run your hands over the other’s body.

“I don’t have a condom.” You blurt out as the rational part of your head seizes control for a moment. Saerom stops kissing you and points at her lips with a finger. “Just cum here.’

Her hands go to your shirt, undoing your buttons. You return the favour, eager to finally see Saerom’s body up close instead of from far behind a one-way mirror. And what a sight it is. There is a slight sheen of sweat from her earlier exertions, visible even in the dim light needed in this room. Saerom pauses to throw her shirt off, getting up off you to pull her skirt off as well.  

Saerom gets on her knees, her teeth finding the zipper of your pants and pulling it down slowly. You want Saerom to hurry it up, but your hands just run through her hair, gently urging her on. Saerom undoes your belt buckle and helps you pull your pants and underwear down your ankles and freeing your cock from its fabric cage.

Saerom gives it a quick blowjob to lubricate it and then gets up and bends over, her ass in your face, bracing herself against the one-way mirror with her hands for a good hard fuck. “Now, you said you’d fuck me.”

“Have to admit, I’ve always wanted to.” You say as you get to your feet, stepping out of the pants around your ankles and positioning yourself behind her.

Saerom turns her head back to face you, smirking mischievously. “I know, it’s been very obvious.” You’re not used to this Saerom, because while she flirts with the criminals in the interrogation room as ‘part of her job’, she’s never been this way with you. Always friendly but professional. You’re not complaining about this change though.

You grab hold of Saerom’s hips and plunge yourself within her, hard and deep. She is warm, wet and tight. Perfect. Saerom squeals in pain and pleasure. “Well, that’s for being such a fucking tease.” You say as you notice the pimp sitting in the other room look around quizzically. “I think he heard you.”

Saerom grins in reply. “Good, let him. He can’t do anything about it, like you all those times watching me strip.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. “If you want to be such an exhibitionist…” With your cock still inside Saerom, you get her into a standing position against the mirror. And then you fuck her hard, pressing her body up against the glass. With one hand, you undo her bra clasps at the back and pull it off her, releasing her breasts and causing her heated skin to press up against the cool glass. The pimp squints his eyes as the darkened glass but gives up after a while, he can’t see anything.

“So, what made you change your mind about trying out my cock today?” You ask as you thrust into Saerom over and over, rocking her body into the glass again and again.

Saerom pants her answer out in between thrusts. “Just so damn horny today. Would rather fuck you than the old man in the other room. You’re just lucky.”

“I’m not sure about that, maybe you’re the lucky one.” You lean closer and whisper into her ear before squeezing her ass hard. Saerom just groans in response as she feels your cock go deep within her again.

Saerom’s moans as you keep pounding her are getting louder and easier to hear, and so just to make sure neither of you lose your jobs, you keep one hand over her mouth and one hand squeezing her breasts. It doesn’t last very long; first a couple of your fingers slip into her mouth and she sucks on them for a while and second, she has an orgasm, biting down on your fingers as she cums around your dick, her whole body shaking.

Remembering Saerom’s request for you to unload in her mouth, you pull out of her as she pants against the glass, barely able to stand. “You really need to learn to be quieter. Here, let me give you a hand with that.” With Saerom sitting down after her orgasm, you slide your cock past her lips and start to fuck her face. Saerom gags and drools and slurps around your cock and before long, her warm, wet mouth and the lewd sounds she’s making drive you over the edge and you cum as well.

You fire into the back of her throat and you feel her swallow while your cock is still in her mouth. Saerom cleans your cock, slurping around it before letting it escape from her mouth. You slump back into your chair while Saerom remains on the floor, both of you entirely breathless and unable to say anything. You manage to catch your breath first. “So…is this going to be an ongoing thing?”

Before Saerom can say anything though, another voice cuts in.

“Hello? Is anyone going to give a damn about me?!” The now-annoyed pimp shouts; frustrated at being left alone and ignored for quite a while now. Shooting each other a knowing glance, Saerom and you quickly get dressed before any of your superiors show up. Right before Saerom turns to leave the room, she plants a quick peck on your lips and then whispers into your ear.

“Since we’ve both got overnight duty today…we should do this again tonight.”

And then she is gone out the door to herd the pimp back to his cell. You have a lead to follow up on.

And as for tonight, well, you probably won’t get much work done. It’s something to look forward to.

[bloody-britt26]

This might be a little specific, but can I ask for a drabble where Adult!Bede (20's) is about to lose his virginity to his fem!so who is pretty experienced in that department? Like maybe not a full on lemon, but like a fluffy lime? Making out, soft touches and just generally soft foreplay, maybe? And I'd think that he'd be kind of nervous about it too. Again, sorry if really specific, but thank you so much if you give this request the time of day! 💕

Cute and soft foreplay coming right up! I'm loving all of the Bede requests... I simply adore that pink guy. Also, never apologize for being specific, details are everything to me!

Warning: Slight NSFW (soft lime) content ahead. Skip if this makes you uncomfortable ♡

🌸 Bede's first time with you 🌸

It was supposed to be a simple movie night between you and your lover. Cuddling underneath some fluffy blankets, watching cheesy yet charming romcoms, and exchanging occasional kisses was all you had initially planned.

But it was safe to say that neither you or Bede were paying attention to the movie currently playing on the screen. Especially not when your lips were firmly pressed together in such a passionate exchange. Innocent little pecks had progressively become longer and needier with each kiss until you could barely let go of each other.

Making out didn't happen often. Though you've been together for a little over a year, intimacy was still a whole new territory for Bede, which you were guiding him through with baby steps. But when it did happen, it was terrific, and you made sure to take in such moments.

But something felt different about this particular moment. The air was hot, and you felt it difficult to get a hold of yourself. And surprising as it was, you could barely pull your lips away without Bede quickly seeking them again.

You didn't know what possessed you, you were usually very careful as to not overwhelm Bede with your touch and affection, but you couldn't help pressing your body against his. Perhaps all of your sexual desires towards your lover were starting to surface, and they were getting difficult to hide.

But it seemed that Bede had no objections about the road the two of you seemed to be heading down.

Amidst everything, you found your way onto his lap, which elicited a soft yet audible moan on his end. The lovely sound that escaped him had your body feeling like it was on fire. Though it did surprise and embarrass him as he pulled away, his hand immediately flew to cover his mouth. His cheeks were painted red, and his eyes were wide and filled with many different emotions; need, embarrassment, love and nervousness.

He slowly pulled his hand away, clearing his throat and darting his eyes in every possible direction except for your own. Perhaps the lust in your eyes was extremely evident and slightly intimidating to him.

"I..." he started, trying his best to form a coherent sentence after what had just happened.

You laughed softly as you gently ran your hand through his fluffy locks. Bede was beyond adorable without even trying.

Bede had an embarrassed glare aimed at you, though you paid no mind to it as you were more than used to his attitude by now.

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before bringing your mouth near his ear. Your warm breath sent shivers down his spine.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" You whispered to him.

You really wanted him, but you wanted to make sure that he was ready to take your relationship to the next level.

Bede's blush had deepened if that was even possible. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he became aware of how painfully tight his trousers were. Resting so snuggly on top of him like you were wasn't helping his case much.

Bede would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about having sex with you on multiple occasions. Though he never knew how to bring it up without becoming an absolute mess.

And so, exhaling with a shaky breath, Bede nodded rather shyly at your proposition.

It took you a few seconds, but you grinned when you processed your boyfriend's consent. You stood from his lap and took his hand in yours to guide him to your room.

You immediately pulled him into a kiss as soon as you shut your bedroom door. This time, you did not hesitate to slip your tongue passed his lips. Your arms were wrapped around his neck while his hands rested on the small of your back.

Bede groaned at the feeling of your tongue ravishing his mouth. It felt so intimate and only fueled the intense desire coursing through his body.

He didn't have much experience with french kisses, but when he brushed his tongue against yours, you couldn't help the needy moan that escaped you. You swore you felt his grip on you tighten when you did so.

You pulled away, leaving him breathless as you guided him to your bed. You were able to lay him down gently. He groaned softly when you straddled his lap once more; you had purposefully ground against him when you did. It was cute, really. You had never seen Bede so submissive in all the time you've known him.

It took everything for you not to tear his clothes right off his body. You knew this was his first time, and you wanted to make sure to take your time with him to make him feel both comfortable and pleasured.

You were, however, getting rather touchy as you undid the buttons of his dress shirt. Bede bit his lip nervously as more of his chest was revealed with each button you undid.

When you were done, you licked your lips at the sight of him. While he wasn't a built man, Bede's torso was beyond flawless and lean. He looked amazing.

You leaned down to capture his lips into another soft kiss. As you did, you ran your hand along his delicate skin. Bede sucked in his breath into the kiss as he felt your hand roaming his body. As you rested your hand on his chest, you could feel how frantically his heart slammed.

"Are you alright?" You asked softly as you pulled.

"Yeah... why are you asking?" He said in a breathless and husky tone.

"You seem a bit nervous, and I want you to be comfortable," you said.

You sat back up, trailing your nails along his body, loving the way his skin twitched at your touch.

His face heated up again. "W-Why would I be- aah... nervous?"

You both knew better. Bede really was nervous. Not because he didn't want to do this with you, but because he had no experience and didn't want to disappoint you. He had so many thoughts floating about in his mind.

What if you didn't like the way his body looked? Would he be able to pleasure you properly? He knew what to do in theory, but he wasn't entirely sure where to start or how to pace himself. What if he messed up something? He didn't want to make a fool of himself with you.

Sensing his turmoil, you took his hands and pulled him up so he sat on the bed. You were still placed atop his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you.

"I love you, Bede," you whispered to him.

"Love you too," he whispered back, a small smile forming.

You ran your hand through his hair, gently pulling at his locks, making him sigh contentedly.

"You're not in this alone, you know? Don't worry a thing, sweetheart. I don't care that you've never done this before, just having you like this with me is perfect. I'll guide you through what I like. You'll get the hang of it in no time at all. But first, let me focus on you," you said.

He chuckled under his breath. "You're too good to me."

You shook your head before gently lifting his head to expose his neck. Bede's breath hitched when you latched your lips to his neck. His breath shook, and he let out a few groans when you ran your tongue across his sensitive flesh.

"Hm... that feels nice..." he muttered.

You giggled at his reaction. He was so sensitive, and it was adorable to you.

Bede's hands hovered near your hips. He wondered if he should touch you too. He didn't want to seem too needy, even if need was practically pulsing through him.

Sensing his intentions, you pressed a kiss near his ear before whispering, "you can touch me."

That's all he needed to hear. He placed his hands on your hips, slowly tracing the outline of your curves until he stopped right below your breasts.

"May I?" He asked in a low tone as he eyed your chest.

You nodded before pulling your shirt over your head. Bede really didn't want to seem like a creep by staring, but he really couldn't help it. That pink, lacy bra you were wearing suited you well, and he wondered for a moment if you had chosen to wear this one on purpose.

Nodding to himself, Bede lowered his head so that he could press sweet kisses to the exposed flesh of your breasts. His thumbs traced little circles on your hips as he gently sucked and licked your skin. He was following your example when you had worked on his neck, and it felt great.

Both your hands found their way into his hair, and you dug your fingers into his scalp as you sighed happily. Bede seemed to be encouraged by your sounds as he boldly let his hands slide up to the clip of your bra.

You giggled when he growled in annoyance as he fiddled with the clip, unable to undo it.

"Stupid thing," he mumbled, though your breasts slightly muffled his voice as he nuzzled them to hide his embarrassed blush.

You pulled him away from you with a small laugh. "Here, let me help you with that," you said as you unclipped your bra.

And when it came off, your boyfriend nearly died on the spot. Not that he wasn't enjoying the sight. But when you pushed him back down onto the bed with such a hungry look in your eyes, he knew that he was in for one hell of a night.