#if the girls get paid to be groped so too shall you

[doesnotloveyou]

for every three eps where gina and trudy go undercover as sex workers there should be one where sonny and rico go undercover as male escorts. that this never happens actually makes me furious

[jingabitch]

That 0 effort Moonbyul oneshot

SUMMARY: you get picked up at a bar

RATING: explicit

PAIRINGS: moonbyul x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut | oral sex (f receiving) | hookup | implied facesitting | sexual tension

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: hello one and all, it is me, arisen from the dead! unbeta-ed because i am trash. sorry guys. will probably come back and clean up at some point.

You sighed as you stared yourself down in the office mirror, leaning in to apply the bold red lip colour. You had to be careful with it – if you made a mistake, that would be a perfect way to cap off this shitty week, you thought. After being yelled at by your useless client and then by your boss for not being quick enough at building that bullshit case to get him out of that sexual harassment lawsuit that he clearly deserved, what you really needed was to get absolutely shitfaced drunk tonight, you decided, staring yourself in the mirror as you ran your fingers through your hair, releasing it from the tight bun that had no doubt been contributing to your headache today.

Popping open a few more buttons of your crisp white button-down blouse, you reached in to rearrange your tits to maximize your cleavage. You weren’t exactly planning to hook up with anyone, but the girls needed some airtime too.

Satisfied with your appearance now, you headed to the bar just a block away from your office. The bartender was, by this point, familiar with you, and put a glass of whiskey in front of you before you even ordered.

“Thanks,” you nodded, sliding him your card to start your tab.

“Rough week?” he asked sympathetically.

You shrugged. “Same old.” It really was. Your days were mostly spent getting rich people out of messes caused by their cavalier disregard for other people, which really hadn’t been what you’d thought your life was going to be like after graduating law school, but it paid your bills (and your hefty student loans).

The whiskey burned going down, but you relished it. Just one sip seemed to help the stress of the week melt away, and you slipped your heels out of your pumps, letting them dangle from your toes as you rotated your head, working the kinks out of your neck.

As you scrolled through Instagram, enjoying reading something that wasn’t your cases, you absently sipped at your whiskey, finishing the rest of it. Just as you were setting your empty glass down, the bartender placed another glass next to the old one, and you looked up, surprised.

“Looks like you’ve taken someone’s fancy,” he told you, grinning as he did a chin jut in the direction of your mysterious benefactor.

Picking up the fresh drink, you turned to look for the guy who’d sent you the drink. This happened almost every time you were here, and while you could do without the attention, you loved the free booze.

To your surprise, however, it wasn’t a guy who made eye contact with you. It was a woman, dressed in an oversized blazer and trousers, her long silver hair spilling over her shoulders. She raised her own shot glass up to you and winked. It was overdone, definitely bordering on sleazy, but inexplicably, it worked on you. Raising your own drink back at her, you winked back before bringing the glass to your lips.

She moved fast, and when you put your glass back down on the counter, she was standing beside you. “Hey,” she greeted, her voice surprisingly husky. She rested her elbows against the counter and folded her arms, turning her head slightly to look at you more directly.

“Hello,” you greeted. You had to admit, the sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine. Helpless to suppress the instinct, your teeth sank into your lower lip as your gaze met hers.

“I’m Byulyi,” she introduced herself, before signalling to the bartender that she wanted another round.

“Y/n,” you said, strangely shy. Byulyi’s gaze was so intense that you couldn’t help but lower your own, tucking your hair behind your ear self-consciously.

“That’s such a pretty name,” she said, her hand following yours and caressing the side of your face.

Knowing that all of this was a bit didn’t render you immune to her charm. The same attitude that you would find so off-putting in a man was suddenly enchanting to you, as if you’d never been chatted up by some greasy guy before.

“Thank you,” you said, biting your lip as heat flared on your cheeks.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” she continued in a low voice, her face close to yours, your foreheads almost touching.

You giggled at the line, then almost clapped your hand over your mouth in horror. You had a law degree and a position as an associate at a big four firm. Barely a year into your career, people were already whispering about you making partner. You hadn’t giggled in almost ten years. What was going on with you?

Desperate to shift the balance of power in this interaction, you blurted out, “You’re pretty too,” leaning infinitesimally closer as you reached out, winding your fingers through the belt loops on her trousers to pull her closer to you.

Her jaw loosened slightly, surprised at how forward you were all of a sudden. You grinned as you looked her dead in the eye, daring her without words to kiss you.

She leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut, and…

The sound of the glass slamming down against the counter shocked the both of you, and you turned back towards the countertop, your eyes widening as you saw the bartender, who’d put Byulyi’s shot down in front of you.

“Ladies,” he said, clearly barely suppressing a laugh. “Feel free to go ahead, but you should know that you’re attracting quite the audience.”

You slung your arm around the back of Byulyi’s neck and rested your temple on her chest as you turned to see what he meant, your legs swinging slightly as they dangled from the stool. Her arms came up around you, helping to support you as she too looked over.

You shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were to see almost everyone in the bar staring at you, slack-jawed.

“Oops,” you said, flashing a sheepish smile up at Byulyi. Charmed, she smiled back at you.

“Shall we get out of here?” she asked, biting her lip suggestively, and you nodded, resisting the urge to kiss her again.

You both turned back to the bar to down your drinks, and you called for the bill, rooting around in your bag for your wallet. Before you could put your card down, however, Byulyi stopped you, putting her hand over your bill.

“Let me,” she said, ignoring your protests, and paid for both tabs herself.

“You know, you really didn’t have to do that,” you said mildly as you slid off the high stool. You would usually have been more upset and annoyed by someone being so presumptuous and overbearing, but she had a way of getting past your defenses.

“I know, but I wanted to,” she told you, her arm sliding around your waist. The way she kneaded the curve of your body with her hand, almost groping you, should have irritated you, but instead you found yourself leaning further into her.

The cab ride back to her place was filled with tension. You were too self-conscious to make out with her in the backseat of the car, with a stranger sitting mere inches away from you, so instead you buckled yourself into one of the seats, leaning against the door in an effort to stay out of arm’s reach.

The glower she sent your way sent chills down your spine – you knew you would pay for this later. The thought of how she might punish you for being a tease had your panties slick, your thighs rubbing against each other in a manner that you hoped was subtle enough to go undetected.

Her slow smirk let you know that she had, in fact, noticed, and how sexy she looked with that expression had you biting your lip as a fresh gush flooded your panties again.

God, could this Uber be driving any slower?!

You were barely cognizant of where the car was going, but when you looked out the window in a last-ditch attempt to not get sucked into Byulyi’s magnetic presence and scramble into her lap, you noticed the neighbourhood you were in. Holy shit, you thought, gaping out the window. This was a fancy part of town, full of expensive condominiums. One of the partners at your firm lived here, and he had a doorman and a private elevator – you’d seen it once when you came to deliver some documents on a Sunday.

Pulling up at the security post of a gated apartment complex, the Uber driver rolled down his window and the backseat one. Byulyi waved at the security guard, and he let you through.

You weren’t done gawking yet when the car pulled up at the drop-off point and Byulyi unsnapped her seatbelt and got out of the car. Between your shock and the alcohol, it took a moment for things to click in your mind, but then you followed her out.

If Byulyi hadn’t saved you by grabbing you and slamming you up against the wall, you would probably have said something embarrassing. Instead, you put your mouth to better use quickly by kissing her back, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you clench on yourself, almost shuddering.

“Fuck,” she swore, groping your breast over your blouse. You burrowed your hands under her blazer, and were about to pull her shirt out from her trousers when she pulled away, leaving you slightly disoriented.

She swore again, looking at you blinking at her with a pout settling over your features. Your lips were swollen and messy, your hair tumbling over your shoulders, and your skirt hiked around your thighs from the way you’d wrapped one leg around her. You looked, in a word, debauched.

“Let’s go,” she said roughly, clearing her throat and taking your hand again. You let her lead you to the elevators, leaning against the wall and watching with half-lidded eyes as she pressed the button for the top floor.

You rested your chin on her shoulder and wrapped your arms around her, watching as she used her fingerprint to open the door. As the heavy wooden door swung open, you half-tumbled into the apartment, not that you cared very much as she was immediately on you again.

Carelessly, you dropped your bag and kicked off your heels, too absorbed in getting her out of those clothes. The blazer fell onto the ground together with your scattered items, and you pushed her further into the apartment before attacking her belt. Not to be outdone, she was equally busy unbuttoning your blouse. Had she been a man, you might have worried about your buttons popping off – you did not have time to sew them back on – but even though she was in a rush, her fingers were nimble and dexterous.

Shrugging the blouse off, you immediately reached around her to unsnap her bra, pulling it off her and dropping it in the hallway. You had to pause then to pay homage to her gorgeous tits, all pale, snowy white skin topped with dark brown nipples. Pushing her against the wall, you dipped your head to suck one into your mouth, while your hands busied themselves with getting her out of her pants.

Her fingers speared through your hair, gripping it tightly as you lavished attention on first one, then the other breast. Finally, you managed to get her pants undone, and you hooked your fingers in her panties to pull them off, together with her trousers.

Looking up at her with a smirk, you dropped to your knees, urging her to step out of the pooled fabric around her ankles. For some unknowable reason, you were still wearing your pencil skirt, and you hiked it up around your hips as you spread your knees, your fingers worming into your panties to find your clit among the soaked folds as you lowered your head to her pussy.

Before you dived in, you took a second to appreciate how pretty it was, how good it smelled. You were sure your lashes fluttered a little, almost overwhelmed by the enormity of this experience, the privilege of getting to kneel before this goddess and taste her pussy.

Seeing your over-the-top reaction must have made her impatient, because before you could do anything more, she grabbed your head again and pushed you into her pussy, smearing the juices over your face.

“Fuck, yes, slut,” she groaned as you took the hint and started licking her enthusiastically. She did taste amazing, sweet and salty all at once, a heady flavour that coated your tongue. You worked your clit furiously as you ran your tongue over hers, looking up at her almost worshipfully as she thrust her hips in your face, working herself back and forth over your tongue with small, rhythmic motions as her hand held your head firmly in place.

It didn’t take long for her to cum with how worked up you both were, and the sensation of her orgasming on your tongue as she filled your mouth with cream had you shuddering as you came too.

In the aftermath, she let go of your head, helping you up as you pulled your soaked fingers out of your panties. Her gaze captured yours as she took your hand, putting your fingers into her mouth. You bit your lip helplessly as you felt her tongue slide around the appendages, instantly growing aroused again.

“That’s good,” she purred when she’d gotten every bit of your slick off your fingers. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to taste it from the source.”

This time, you were in less of a hurry, and she actually took the time to lead you to the bedroom, pulling off your skirt and your pathetically soaked panties on the way. Your body had barely touched the mattress, though, before she was crawling onto the bed after you, pushing your legs apart and lowering her head to you.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watch her go down on you, but the combination of her skilled tongue and magic fingers was soon too much for you, and you collapsed back onto the mattress, your toes curling into the bedspread as you closed your eyes against the sensations, your hips jerking slightly as you panted and cried out.

Her tongue was stimulating your clit as her fingers hit your g-spot unerringly, over and over again, and it proved to be too much as you came for a second time, your back arching off the mattress as you clenched down on her fingers repeatedly, screaming her name as you orgasmed.

“Wow,” you breathed as you opened your eyes, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows, grinning at you smugly. “That was amazing.”

“I know,” she said, almost gloating. You supposed that was fair, given the way you’d squirted all over her face. Her silver hair was darker at some parts now, hanging more heavily around her face.

“Let me return the favour?” you asked, holding your hand out to her. She got up on her knees and took it. You locked your fingers with hers and tugged until she got the message, shuffling up the bed.

“You sure about this?” she asked, hovering above your face with one knee on either side of your head. You nodded emphatically, and she bent down to kiss you deeply. You could smell and taste yourself all over her face, and the idea of it just made you want more.

Placing her hands on the mattress above your head for balance, she lowered herself to your face, and your arms went around her thighs, holding her in place.

[ijustwant2write]

Underestimated-Halfdan The Black x Reader

(GIF credit to @jorindelle​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! Could you please write an imagine about Halfdan? If so, with smut please ☺️ thank you in advance, I love your imagines!’

Characters: Halfdan the Black x Reader, Harald Finehair x Reader (brother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, kissing, mention of weapons, mention of battle, fighting/violence, touching/groping, dirty talk, mention of cum, fluff

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The sun was beating down on us harshly, despite the season turning cold, but with no clouds in the sky we found ourselves sweating as we trained. I was in charge today, these young people knew the basics, though they thought that meant they were ready. They had a long way to go before they were fully prepared for battle.

"Rest for a short while. Lay your weapons down, have some water, try to get out of the sun. We shall be sparring next." I announced, laughing at their relieved faces.

"(Y/N)?" one of the girls called as they sat under the nearest tree, whilst another girl grabbed a hug to pour everyone a cup of water.

"Yes?" I sat down with them.

"Is it true that on the last raid, you found yourself surrounded by five warriors on the battlefield? And you had no choice but to fight them off yourself?!" 

"Yes, it's true. That was a difficult battle, even without being ambushed. You see, we weren't raiding a helpless village, or a meek town. These people were prepared, since the first viking raid years and years ago, they had been training, just like we do. Although they were not up to our standards of skill, they had courage, which, at first, helped them. I had managed to cut down anyone in my path, until they caught me out.”

"So how did you escape?"

"She didn't." someone else spoke up.

All of our heads turned to look at Birger, who was leaning back against the tree, sipping on his water as he smirked.

I raised an eyebrow at him."Oh? I didn't realise you were there Birger, please elaborate."

His expression didn't falter as he sat up."It doesn't make sense. Anyone with enough sense you see that. You say you're able to fight your way through everyone, and suddenly you're in trouble?"

"Well, Birger, if you had ever been in a battle, or even a small scrap for that matter, you would understand that you cannot control everything. Even the greatest warriors find themselves in trouble at times. That's why training is so important. You might learn something if you paid attention instead of gazing at yourself in the reflection of your sword."

The others snickered under their breaths, causing Birger to scowl.“I am going to be the finest warrior-”

“Yes, you will be due to my training. You’re young and naive, but over time you will learn discipline. Everyone, you have five minutes before we start again. And thanks to Birger, we will start with double conditioning.”

It was cruel to the others, but the look of resentment on Birger’s face secretly brought me joy. It was sadistic, though he deserved it. He was right, he would become a great fighter, just like his parents (who were good friends of mine, hence why I had agreed to take him on). I had no idea where his attitude came from, all of his family were very humble; however, he was the eldest of all their children, who the rest of were girls, and as the only son, he was the one who would carry on the family line. And with parents known for their fighting skills, he also had the pressure of becoming a warrior. 

“Birger, may I talk to you?” I said as I dismissed everyone at the end of the day.

He halted in his steps, and I could tell he rolled his eyes before turning around. “Yes?”

“I want you to keep training, I want to keep training you. But I will not tolerate you speaking of me in such an ill manner and spreading lies.”

He shrugged, looking away.“If what you say is true, why are so defensive about it?”

“I am defending my honour. I have fought beside your parents to ensure that the children of this town, children like yourself, have a good and rich future. There is a thin line between confidence and arrogance.”

“I get this speech every day from my father, I don’t need to listen to you too. Especially from someone who uses her husband’s titles to her advantage-”

“Be careful what you say boy, otherwise you shall lose your tongue.” Halfdan suddenly appeared behind me, causing my head to whip up to look at him.

Birger looked frightened, but didn’t back down.“You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” Halfdan’s arm slipped around my waist.

“My parents would-”

“Your parents would thank me. Go on, run home boy.”

It was easy to see that Birger wanted to bite back, his hand was even on the hilt of his sword (a beautiful piece of weaponry gifted to him, I had been jealous of it). Knowing he would get into more trouble or embarrass himself, he sulked away, picking up his pace to catch up with his friends.

“I can handle Birger.” I moaned to my husband, turning around to face him.

He smirked.“I know, but I love seeing him shit his trousers.”

I giggled.“Yes, so do I. Although I would have liked to do that myself, thank you.”

He shamelessly let his hands slide down to grope my arse, pulling me close as he leaned down to kiss me. I held onto either side of his face, loving how he was treating me in that moment. He moaned against my mouth, and although I could feel myself getting worked up, we had other places to be, and I was in the mood for teasing him.

“Halfdan.” I breathed out as his lips travelled down my neck.“We have your brother’s birthday feast.”

He pulled away, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“And?”

I laughed.“We need to get ready. I still need to bathe.”

“Well, we should bathe together-”

“You’ll make us late.” I gently took his arms off me.

“Is there something wrong with you today? Are you feeling alright?” he put his hand against my forehead.

I removed it, kissing his hand before taking it in my own.“I’m absolutely fine. Let’s go.”

It was hilarious seeing his reaction. He was gobsmacked as I dragged him along. Of course throughout our relationship, we had teased each other like this before, but it had been a long time since I had fun like this. Halfdan was used to fucking women whenever he liked long before me, and used to making love to me regularly. However, in this moment he was confused as to why I didn’t want him to take me in the field, especially since we hadn’t slept together for over a week, due to clashing schedules. 

As soon as we stepped into our home, I made a beeline for our room, ordering the thralls to start my bath. Another thrall already had my dress laid out on a chair, along with the shoes and jewellery. I was admiring the pieces, knowing that Halfdan had followed me, and I refrained from giggling when he ordered the thralls to leave. 

“Halfdan,” I faked shock,“they need to run my bath, I have to get ready!”

“Why are you so insistent on being on time? We’ve been late many times before.”

“Because we have a reputation to uphold.”

“A reputation?” he walked closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his chest against my back.“We’re known for loving each other very much.”

“You grow weak in your age Halfdan.”

He tensed.“Say that again.”

“Are you scared you won’t last the night anymore? You’ll cum just looking at me?”

He quickly turned me around to face him, pushing me against a nearby wall.“You think I can’t fuck you all night? Afraid I won’t be able to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse, and make your legs shake so much that you can’t walk the day? You don’t think I can kiss every inch of your body, making you squirm so much that you just beg me to take you? You know how you look the next day, marked by me so everyone knows what we did the night before, and everyone know how good I can fuck you?”

Although I could feel myself getting wetter, the stubborn part of me wanted to keep us this act, because when Halfdan was riled up, the sex was on another level.“Halfdan, I need to get ready.”

The shit eating grin that had slowly formed on his face as he teased me instantly disappeared. He was pissed off. Slowly moving away from me, his fingers lingered in mine.

“R-right.” he mumbled.

“I’ll be as quick as I can. Go, I’m sure the thralls have everything ready for you too.” I pecked him on the lips before ushering him out, becoming giddy at the thought of us fucking later. 

With a smile on my face the entire time I was getting ready, I caught the thralls exchanging looks, they knew what was coming tonight. I felt slightly bad for them, they couldn’t escape the noise we created. But Halfdan and I had never been afraid for other’s to know how much we loved each other.

Surprisingly, Halfdan didn’t try anything on the way to the hall. He knew I wasn’t giving in so easily. We greeted Harald upon our arrival, who was already in the midst of a group of friends. Guests were trickling in, we were just on time. Harald’s smile beamed as he spotted us, arms opening for a rough, manly hug with his brother, before gently embracing me with a light kiss on both cheeks. Our thralls added his gifts to the growing pile as we were handed drinks, starting off the night that was sure to end well.

“Brother, you seem tense this evening. You have your beautiful wife beside you, what could you be upset about?” Harald laughed as we sat at the head table, just finished with our elaborate feast. 

“No I am not.” Halfdan poorly defended himself.

“Speaking of wives,” I interrupted, leaning across my husband, hand resting on his thigh,“shouldn’t you be down there dancing with eligible young ladies?”

Harald cleared his throat.“Well, I’m not much of a dancer-”

“Nonsense! You need to find yourself a wife! They’re all dying for you to even glance in their direction. And if you don’t find someone tonight, it’s your birthday, you should be having fun.”

He grinned at me.“Well, if you insist. It is my birthday after all.”

I laughed as my brother-in-law practically ran down to the gaggle of women in the room, seeing him manage to convince one to dance with him. The music was upbeat, a lot of people were now dancing, the alcohol in their systems giving them more confidence. They were singing as they danced, laughing the whole time. Looking at Halfdan, you wouldn’t think you were at a cheerful celebration. He noticed me suppressing my laugh, but when his foul eyes darted to look at me, I couldn’t contain it any longer. Heads still turned to look at me as I laughed, despite the volume of the music. 

“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.” Halfdan spat.

I struggled to speak, talking between laughs.“Yes...I really am...I’m sorry my love....but your face!”

He just scoffed at me, downing the rest of his drink.

“Oh Halfdan, you grow grumpy with age.” I leaned over, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

“Now you call me old.”

I hummed, slowly sliding my hand across his thigh.“You are so tense, as if you were made of stone.”

“I will not play your games.”

“That’s shame.” I lowly said, rubbing my hand on the inside of his leg, moving further upwards.“I can always stop if you want.”

He took in a shaky breath, looking out at the crowd dancing. I placed my hand on top of his crotch, grabbing him firmly through his trousers, enjoying it as he closed his eyes. I moved myself to sit on his lap, nothing out of the ordinary, there were many couples doing just the same. With one arm still working on his crotch, and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, I started to kiss him. Halfdan took no time in grabbing my arse, trying to pull me closer to start grinding on him. Using my dress skirts to cover his lap, I used that to hide my hand disappearing into his trousers. Halfdan’s head tilted back as I gripped onto him, working him like I know I could and how he liked it. His moans were quiet, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, though I could tell he was starting to struggle.

As my pace sped up, and his body began tensing up even more, I kissed him one last time before completely stopping, even standing up to expose his hard member. He rustled with his trousers, glaring at me as I started to walk away. I managed to make it outside before he grabbed me.

“You think you can just leave me unfinished and exposed like that?!” he snapped.

“I just did.”

“All day with this foolery! Well it stops right now.”

He laced his fingers with mine, dragging me away from the hall, and I started to get excited until I realised we were headed towards the stables. I ripped my arm away from him, holding up my arms as he tried to grab me again.

“You are not fucking me in a smelly stable, we are going home to our bed.” I sternly demanded.

“I cannot wait that long.” he growled.

“Halfdan, I’m not a whore. I’m your wife and you’ll do well to remember that.”

As soon as the last word left my lips, I stormed off in the direction of our home, smirking when Halfdan let out a loud groan. But he soon caught up to me, holding my hand again, kissing it to try and get me on his good side. When he saw my lips twitching up into a smile, he grinned, pulling me along, urging my feet to go faster.

We ran through our home to our bedroom, and I was immediately pushed against the door, Halfdan’s fingers already working to untie my dress. Having done it so many times before, it easily fell off my shoulders, causing me to shiver at the sudden coldness that hit my skin. Halfdan’s hands were warm as he ran them down my body, squeezing my breasts before travelling further down. One arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand started to rub my clit, slowly circling it. I let out a breathy mouth, already rotating my hips against him. His hand on my waist gripped me, it kept me in place as he slipped in a finger, despite wanting to write against him. As he entered another finger, he got onto his knees, driving his face in between my legs, his tongue working with his fingers to pleasure me. I gripped onto his hair as my knees buckled, trying to keep myself standing.

Whining as he stopped and got back onto his feet, my mouth dropped open as he licked his fingers in front of me.“Get on the bed.”

I moved instantly, sitting on the edge of it. He kept eye contact with me as he stalked over, his steps agonisingly slow. Knowing how this usually goes, I started to spread my legs for him, about to move back onto my elbows when he stopped me. I was looking up at him through my eyelashes, knowing what he wanted. It was my turn to undress him now. As he removed his shirt, I unbuckled his trousers again, pulling them down as I cast my eyes on his dick It was still hard, and I took him into my mouth as he grabbed the back of my head, tugging at my hair like I had done to him. I moaned around him, using my hands to take what was left of him as he pushed my head back and forth on his dick. I used to struggle to take him on with my mouth, but after so much practice, I could do it whenever I wanted to please my husband without hesitation.

Removing his hands from the back of my head, I took in a big breath of air as I pulled away from him, wiping away the saliva around my mouth. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to cum inside of me. He pushed me onto my back, flipping me onto my front. I raised my arse in the air for him, spreading my legs and reaching through them to touch myself. He hated when I did that, only he wanted to pleasure me. Grabbing onto my arse cheeks, he used his dick to tease my clit, sliding it along it and using my wetness to soak him. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” he growled.“You deserve this, you’re going to be screaming, begging for me to stop because it’s too much, but I’ll keep going until I’ve cum inside you.”

“Please...” I said,“please Halfdan, I want you inside of me.”

I felt the head at my entrance, he slowly slid inside of me, both of us moaning at how each other felt. Halfdan wasted no time, starting to thrust into me, hard and slow at first before getting faster and faster. His fingers made my skin sting as he gripped at it, pulling me back and forth harshly. At one point he stopped, pushing my knees together to make me even tighter. 

“Fuck, Halfdan!” I cried out, head shoved into the bed as I clung onto the furs beneath me.“You’re so good!”

He slapped my arse.“You feel so good! Shit, I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet.” I managed to say, somehow crawling away from him.

I already missed the feeling him inside of me. Moving further up the bed, I rolled onto my back, opening my legs for him. He climbed onto the bed, lining himself up with me again. Halfdan laid on top, kissing me as he slid inside again, his fast pace picking up again. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pined my arms down. It was intense, he was looking down at me as he continued to fuck me. I held eye contact with him for as long as I could, but the pleasure was all too much. As I got close, I threw my head back, crying out his name. He cried out as he came inside of me, but kept thrusting to finish me off. Sitting up, he put my legs over his shoulders, reaching down to rub my clit to send me over the edge. My legs shook as I came, screaming out his name one last time.

He gently lowered my legs, enjoying how much they were still shaking and how sensitive everything felt. He laid beside me, pulling me close to him and kissing me softly. 

“That was fucking amazing.” I breathed out, cuddling close to him.

“You’ve been bad today, on purpose.” he smirked.

“Yes.” I giggled.“But isn’t the sex worth it?”

He reluctantly smiled.“Yes.”

“I like teasing you. Have you noticed I’ve got better over the years?”

“Indeed you have. but you learnt from the best. Look at you, you’re still shaking.”

He cupped me, and I winced, clutching onto his arm.“Yes. Just a few more minutes.”

“Hm?”

“You didn’t think that was it did you?”

“Oh, there’s more?”

“Tut tut Halfdan. You grow tired in your old age.”

He suddenly straddled me again.“I’ll show you old age.”

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Who is in Control? - Part 2

A/N: Unedited smut because ya girl is ALWAYS thirsty for Henry Cavill. 🔥🔥🔥 Catch up on Part 1 HERE!  Masterlist

August Walker x Reader 

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 2570k

Warnings: dirty filthy CONSENSUAL smut, language (Just don’t scroll past the cut if you don’t want to read smut)

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“FUCK!” Ethan slammed his hands abruptly on the table. “Damnit, we missed him. He’s gone.”

“We’ve searched nearly every smelly crevice London has to offer. We were so damn close!”

“Lane’s gotta be with him. If we hurry, we can still sniff out his tracks.”

Ethan eyed Y/N suspiciously; “Think Y/N. Where would he go next?”

Y/N scanned through every memory she could muster. Her frontal lobe throbbed as she rubbed the spot aggressively.

“Hazlitt’s! That’s where we’d go.”

“You sure?”

“I know it. 100%”

“Why there?”

“I’d read to him when we were in bed together. Hazlitt’s is a hotel. He surprised me when he actually listened one night. I was reading an autobiography about essayist William Hazlitt. He was the one to find out William had died there. My morbid curiosity found his gesture macabre yet sweet. It was his way of showing he’d cared without saying anything at all. And before you say anything ridiculing, don’t.”

“Shit, what the hell did you do to him? No wonder he’s on a damn rampage.”

Dryly chuckling, Y/N didn’t quite know how to follow up, fumbling over her fucked up feelings once again.

“It was our place where we could just be ourselves. Away from the world and constant bloodshed. No alterative motives, no plan of action, just us. If he’s as heartbroken as he’s letting on, I bet that’s where we’ll find him. Besides, who doesn’t enjoy a trip down memory lane, hm?”

“I underestimated you, Y/N. Fucking the information out of him AND tricking him into thinking it was love. You’re a fucking genius.”

She coldly glared at him, her mind already two steps ahead of Hunt pissing him off to no end.

“Seriously. When did it stop being a mission?”

“The SAC told me to keep an eye on him, make sure he stayed in line under a watchful eye. They teamed us together as an experiment. I can’t pinpoint when, it just happened Ethan. I mean we’ve worked side by side in the field for three years! THREE YEARS.”

“He’s scared of you. You’re his one weak link.”

She mulled his comment over. It was a truth she wasn’t quite ready to admit. Yes, she wanted to make him hurt but killing him was an entirely different story. She prayed her strength was hiding, just waiting to surface when called upon.

“Clock’s running. Let’s go.”

So, Y/N followed him through a skinny corridor alley getting to the car at an inhumanely speed.

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Ethan and Y/N surveyed the perimeter looking for an obtainable entrance point. The dumbfounded clerk had confirmed a Mr. Patrick Bateman checking in. Taking after his favorite character, Y/N knew what room they’d find him in. His impeccable taste for detail consistently blew her away. Room 916. No doubt in her mind. The day they met, or as he likes to better describe; the first time he ever felt noticed.

“Let me go in first. Try and reason with him.”

Irritation came off him in waves crashing nonverbally disagreeing with Y/N.

“Too dangerous. This isn’t negotiable.”

Undermining his own words Y/N spoke; “I’m not asking for permission, I’m telling.”  

Just then, the door swung open, Y/N sauntered towards a seeable back exit adjacent from Hunt’s point of sight. Walls bare of color and life lined the narrow hallway. The dimness bordered into eerie. An unknown sound skyrocketed her frenzied nerves. 913…914…915…

The garish gold numbers stood conspicuously still. Invisible weights kept her place. A knock resonated off the white dilapidated door.

Nothing. No response, not a sense of movement. Can’t fool me that easily Walker.

“I know you’re there—watching me through that stupid peephole wondering what in the literal hell I’m doing here.”

A chain clanged loose as the door astutely opened. Never had she met a man as devilishly handsome before. Towering over her 5ft7 frame, he smirked.

“Don’t give me that look. We need to talk.”

August didn’t flinch a muscle remaining inaudible. All of a sudden enigmatic emptiness consumed her.

“By all means, please come in.”

Good to see his charm and charisma hadn’t yet abandoned him.

“We both know you didn’t come alone. How long I do we have?”

“15 minutes, maybe 20 if you’re lucky. And I dare say luck isn’t on your side today. Why did you leave?”

“Getting straight to the point then my love?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Walker. I’m seriously not in the mood.”

The air conditioner hummed in the background forcing goosebumps to prickle her skin. An unexplainable chill drifted around them; a veiled noose of destruction lingering just out of sight. Y/N walked towards the window gazing up at the luminated stars. 

She’d always been fond of constellations and their profound mark on the universe. Heavy footsteps followed making their way to her. His breathe tickled along her collarbone standing mere inches away. His hands reached for hers interlacing their fingers placing a wet kiss to the exposed column of her neck.

“How far are you prepared to go?”

Her neck slanted at him in childish annoyance.

Y/N snorted; “I will go further than you. However, many weapons you’re willing to bring, I’ll bring more. However low you will go; you will never dig deeper than me. I will win, because what this will cost me in pain, I will pay. My resources are limitless, I will always outbid you, and I will never, ever back down. Am I clear?”

The seriousness in her tone amused him giggling quietly. His rebuttal was quick and brash.

“You must seriously hate the person underneath that attractive flesh of yours.”

“Already to the petty part of the evening? Always a sour puss, Auggie.”

Closing the space between them, August pinned his upper body to Y/N’s back. Her head landed powerfully on his shoulder; his fingers brushed her pulse point teasingly.

“Neither of us are getting out alive darling. Have you paid your penance? Shall we be rejoined in the afterlife or reign in hell? I do wonder.”

Ignoring him Y/N pressed further; “Where’s the plutonium? Death is but a ploy of distraction.”

“Clever girl. Reverse psychology won’t work on me, Y/N. Try again.”

His right hand wrapped entirely around her delicate neck into a light chokehold securing her in place.  

A hushed rough voice similar to a forgotten whisper slipped through; “You’re the one who has to live with your choice. Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.”

His left hand stroked the button of her jeans undoing them in record time. The zipper was the next offensive item to go before he shoved her pants around her wobbly knees. Paralyzed in fear, Y/N didn’t risk moving a single muscle.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Here, now, pressed against this chilled glass, exposed for the whole world? I’ll gamble just one glance from a stranger down below will get your rocks off.”

His next words terrified her; “Only I can make you feel this alive. Tell me I’m wrong.”

She fought the searing intrusion growing between her thighs. He spoke directly to her reflection like he was talking to a ghost.

A concoction of pants and grunts were the only distinguishable noise escaping Y/N. August’s hand slithered underneath her blouse groping her covered breasts. Still she didn’t move to stop him. She was putty in his glorious hands ready to be molded into whatever he needed or craved. immersed terror sent a jolt of unexplainable excitement to her core. 

Y/N cowered ashamed of her body’s biological reaction. But something in her brain told her to let him see the demon hiding in plain sight. Suddenly, Y/N reached back fisting the hair along his neck and pulled, hard.

Her behavior shifted on the cusp of absurdity. The ruthless killer long submerged had finally met her match, someone just as vile as she believed herself to be.

“You’re not the only cold-blooded asshole in the world. Hate to burst your villainous bubble.”

“I know, my darling. I’ve waited so patiently to see you in this darkened light of misery. After this, you won’t be able to go back to work without seeing every speckle of shit sprinkled before your eyes. CIA, FBI, MI6, they’re over and you my dear play a dear role in their long-awaited demise. Once you cross this line, which you undoubtfully will, Agent Y/N is dead.”

August swept her hair to one side nipping a trail along her collarbone. Her blood pressure steadied showing him she was calm, in control, and spontaneously impulsive.

Gauging his reaction, Y/N leaned into August; “I know. You’re my Hades and I’m the beloved Persephone. We’re written in destiny, baby. You and me.”

Her voice expressed a detached, cunning, and malevolent mischief. Her words made his skin crawl and cock harden. She was truly magnificent.  

“Did you know that I’ve dreamt of your blood spilling while I fucked you raw? Holding a silver tipped blade on that very neck of yours, watching the fear grow as I rode you like a wild stallion. There’s no more denying the predatory urges I desire with you, for you....to you. We could have the world at our finger tips, Auggie. Quite frankly, you don’t scare me a bit and it pisses you off.”

August bit down sinking his teeth into her peachy flesh leaving a crimson imprint in his wake. Y/N yelped; her underwear flooded with moisture. Her feet wobbled closer to the glass as August shoved her forward. With her breasts pressed against the window, she heard the fasten of his zipper undo. Her nipples hardened in response. August’s dick pressed vigorously into her ass cheeks hitting every spot but the one she wanted. A feral growl betrayed her as she pushed back in resistance.

“Mmhm, who’s the horny one now?”  

“I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my bed…”

The lace grazing her hips snapped painfully watching her panties fall to the floor.

“Ouch! Easy asshole.”

“Vile words from such a pretty mouth. Obviously, there’s lessons to still be achieved with you yet.”

“You foolish brute. You should be thanking me for covering your tracks, saving that scrumptious ass of yours. Oh, my pet…when you will realize you are the one at my disposal now?”

Finally, skin to skin August lined up with her entrance. His tip rubbed teasingly against her parted folds pushing in a few inches. His shallow thrusts only spurred her on. He didn’t dare let up on the vice grip of her hips. An unnaturally strained whimper strangled the surrounding room. Pre cum leaked from the tip stirring the aching in their bellies.

“You have no idea how disturbingly gratifying it is to have found an equal, a partner of sorts with a taste for blood and sadism.”

His mocking grew old quickly as his hands continued their firm hold.

“We put Bonnie and Clyde to shame. Pathetic for running, idiotically oblivious to their own demise that lot. They didn’t appreciate the art of murder. The true pleasure of control. No room for impulse or error. Unappreciative of valuing a method to morbid madness.”

Without a word, he sunk in Y/N in one quick push. Her hands jutted out leaving imprints along the steamed window.

“Ah, fuck Auggie.”

Again, August snapped forwards unrelenting in his cruel pace. Y/N met him each and every movement in their ferocious dance of dominance. She squeezed her pelvic muscles painstakingly tight around his cock. August’s eyes rolled to the back of his head attempting to picture anything to keep him from busting that very second.

“Hunt will be arriving soon. We can run, start anew, create chaos elsewhere without any government supervision. Say the word and I’m yours.”

Y/N barely made out his panted speech due to the pounding of blood running through her ear canals crashing like waves. She was too turned on, too lost left unable to process what August was offering instead moaning raucously loud.

Slapping of skin resonated as their ends soon approached desiring nothing more than to cum. His balls slapped against her as his cum dribbled down her inner thighs. He rammed harder causing Y/N to stumble remaining deep inside her. August halted all movements finding a pair of sapphire eyes staring into his. Y/N shifted her hips in hopes of resume.

“Fucking move, Walker. I want to cum.”

“What’s your decision; orgasm or death?”

Silence stilled; August’s patience was disappearing at an alarming rate. He rutted upwards into her forcing an exhale from her lungs.

“You embarrass yourself with the question if you didn’t already know the answer.”

Anger blinded him compelling him to rip her face towards him. In his moment of rage, August thrusted powerfully reading her body like the back of his hand. She was on the cusp of orgasming and he took full advantage of that knowledge.

Barely a whisper graced his ears; “Yes, forever yes.”

Her pussy constricted pulling him in deeper than ever before as they fucked like wild animals. Taking whatever offered succumbing closer to orgasmic ecstasy.

“Good girl.”

August stiffened bending Y/N at the waist driving violently into her dripping cunt. Not more than four thrusts later, August tensed feeling Y/N constrict around his length sending a shiver down his spine. Breathy grunts could be heard through the walls as he filled her with his sticky cum. She devoured every drop placing her hands on his ass keeping him in place at her sweet spot. Her orgasm overtook her like a summer thunderstorm on a midnight sky. 

She quivered speechless as she surrendered to his touch. This breath tickled the back of her glistening neck. Hot white emission gushed out of him painting a mural in her womb. They didn’t move from their current predicament still coming down from their highs. All too soon, August removed himself tucking himself back into his pants. Y/N stayed in place untrusting of her jelly legs.

“Shit, I needed that.” A tiny queef escaped her now drenched lips watching in awe as small spurts of his juice ran down her legs like raindrops. She swiped a finger against the white liquid sucking it dry. August felt his cock twitch in his pants wanting to fuck her all over again.

“We need to get out of here now.” Tossing her a towel, she cleaned herself observing August scramble his life remnants together.

“Where to next?”

That devilish smile she so longingly adored frighteningly arose to life, his pupils darkened at her questioning nature, before reaching his hand towards hers. She accepted interlocking their fingers as one. In two seconds, time, August pulled her into his grasp kissing her in passionately. Their kiss was messy, vile, and monstrous. Y/N already craved another round but knew better than to push. After all, they were on a time constraint.

“India. We’re off to India my dove.”

“I hear their Murg Makhani is quite delectable.”

“I have a friend in Kashir but we must move quickly. We need something to knock Hunt off our scent.”

“I’ve just the idea.”

Just one glance was all it took for August to read her mind effortlessly.

“By all means lead the way.”

A wickedly foul smirk scrabbled to the surface, unearthed from a long-sealed lockbox.

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.…”

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[mikeluciraphgabe]

Church Fun

Gabriel stuffed, yes stuffed, the three older archangels into his car and skipped over to the drivers side. “Gabriel, what in dad’s name are you making us do?” Michael hissed from the passenger’s seat. Michael was in the middle of a movie with Sam and it was just getting good when Gabriel literally dragged him out of the room.

Gabriel smiled at him and turned the car on. “Put y’all’s seatbelts on!” Gabriel giggled to himself at the inside joke he had with himself. He waited until he heard four clicks before leaving the Bucker. Safety mattered, even for archangels.

Gabriel drove for a good ten minutes before parking in front of a church. Raphael let out a weird noise and stiffened. The other two raised their eyebrows before getting out. Gabriel dragged the three into the church. “Gabriel, what is going on?” Michael asked, looking around at the walls and ceiling. He would give the humans credit, it was actually pretty beautiful.

Gabriel hummed and looked at some of the statues that this particular church had. He then lead his confused brothers to the side of the church and look up at the windows. “Hehe Michael, they made you look like a girl.” Gabriel giggled and pointed to one of the larger windows. It showed Michael’s six blue wings unfolded and a soft feminine-ish face.

Michael growled lowly. “Shut up Gabriel. At least they didn’t make me a full on girl.” He teased back, pointing to the window that had Saint. Archangel Gabriel underneath the picture of Gabriel with his wings spread out. Gabriel pouted. He hasn’t even used a female vessel. The only one that was ‘female’ was a trans male. (Female turning male if that didn’t make sense)

Lucifer hid a laugh by stuffing his face on Raphael’s shoulder. “Look at what they did to Raph! They gave him red wings.” That was an insult for angels. Only one angel has ever had red wings and they where even more evil then Lucifer. That angel died long before the humans though. They tried to kill Chuck once and Chuck was forced to kill them. Every angel still loves them though.

Raphael huffed annoyed. “How did they get red form green!?” Honestly though!

Gabriel patted Raphael’s shoulder comfortingly. “At least they didn’t do you they way they did Lucifer.”

Michael fell to the floor in giggles when he saw Lucifer’s window. Lucifer, the most beautiful angel there was, painted as the ugliest thing. Michael honestly could not stop laughing. Lucifer pouted. “That’s just rude! My true form looks nothing like that! I’m not even red. And my wings are pink!”

Gabriel laughed as he moved on to the next thing. “Come on! Keep up assholes.” The other three glare at the stain glass windows before following the youngest archangel. Gabriel lead them into the altar and flipped off one of the statues that reminded him of Balthazar.

Sense it was Sunday, so the room was filled and there was a pastor preaching. Then, quickly and quietly, they move to the back and sit down on one of the benches. “God doesn’t want us to love the same gender the way a husband would love his wife-“

“Whao! What!? When the fuck did he say that!?” Gabriel called out. He doesn’t remember his father ever saying that.

The pastor gave him a patient small. “Ah. You must be new to this! Good to know that there is a new soul finding God and His never ending love! To answer your question, Genesis 19. You may use of one of the Bibles that are in front of you if you like.”

Lucifer giggled quietly as Gabriel stood up. This is going to be good. “Ya that entire story is about pedophiles. You know, those people that like to grope kids? They just happened to be two men doing it.”

The priest stood there in shock. Then a middle aged white women turned around. “How dare you go against the word of the Lord! You will burn for that!” The room filled with gasps.

Gabriel chuckled darkly. “And what? Scaring people that they will be going to to hell doesn’t make you go to hell? Also, the Americans in like the 18 hundreds or something paid the English church to make the translation say that. They did that because it made someone get uncomfortable, too bad from them. Go cry to mommy. The word that they used in the Bible actually means pedophilia. When the Bible said ‘If you are man you shall sleep boy’ it ment adult and child. Honestly, does the dude need to spell it out? It’s kind of self explanatory! Man and boy. Two different things. One is a child and one is a adult.”

Michael whistled and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like all of the eyes looking in his direction. It made him really comfortable. It was very Dean like. The priest blushed with embarrassment. “Sir, please, sit down and keep it to yourself.”

Gabriel glared at him. “No! You are scaring people into thinking they will go to hell for who they love! There is at least 15 children in here that are gay. Maybe bisexual. You then say God has unconditional, unwavering love. But the second you are gay, oh, he no longer loves you. Why kind of bull- bs is that!? Kids, you won’t go to hell because you love someone of the same gender.”

The priest slammed his hand down on the Bible. “Sir! It is not ok! You will go to hell for it children! Do not let this unfaithful man tell you different!”

Gabriel didn’t even flinch. “No fuck you wont! You’re just made because I’m making more sense then that paper! Half of the crap that is on there is, well, crap! It’s been translated so many times in different ways you humans don’t even know what’s ‘right’ or ‘wrong’!”

One of the teens in the room stood up. “Thank you!” She shouted. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say my entire God forsaken life!” The mother of that girl gasped and told her to watch her mouth. “Oh for fucks sake mother! I seriously doubt the dude cares if you use is name in vain.”

Gabriel pointed at her. “He really doesn’t! In fact, He does it Himself!”

The girl tilted her head. “How do you know?” It was general childish curiosity. Gabriel found it kind of cute.

Gabriel smirked. “Well you see-“

“Gabriel no-“ Raphael stood up panicking slightly. Not this again. Something like this has happened once long ago and Raphael honestly didn’t want to relive it.

“Gabriel yes!”

Lucifer looked over at him with a tired expression. “Gabe, not the best idea.”

“Shut up Lucifer. I know that He does because I’m the Archangel Gabriel.” Then he rolled his shoulders back, making shadows with his wings show and the light all went out, the bulbs exploding, and Gabriel’s halo glowed slightly. Everyone gasped.

Micheal sighed. “Gabriel, now you scared the priest!” The man held a cross to his chin and was praying very very fast.

Gabriel stuck his tongue out at him. Gabriel then winked at the girl who was looking at him in amazement and snapped his fingers. He moved himself and his brothers back to the car and drove off laughing hysterically.

“Oh Dad! I can’t believe you just did that!” Lucifer laughed loudly. Raphael was doubled over laughing, wheezing. Michael had his face in his hands but was shaking slightly. “Wait until dad hears that prayer! Oh it’s so over for us!”

Gabriel just continued to laugh and drive. Today was a good day for the second oldest group of siblings.

(I found the fanart on google images)

[howlingday]

Nora: Ooh, I feel weird. What happened last night?

Jaune: You were struck by lightning! Are you okay?!

Nora: I think so. (Looks down) Did my boobs get bigger?

Jaune: (Blushing) Uh, I wouldn't know.

Nora: Wait, what if I got super-powers from it?!

Jaune: Nora, this isn't a comic book. People don't get superpowers from freak accidents.

Nora: No, Jaune! Can't you see?! This! Is! DESTINY!

When I was just a young girl, I was walking in the rain. Got struck by lightning in the chest, fell to the ground in pain~.

When I woke the next morning, I witnessed something odd. My tits were supercharged with glowing power from the gods~!

They were THUNDER (Holds her left breast) and LIGHTNING (Holds her right breast)!

Orbs of massive strength and size~! THUNDER and LIGHTNING! Powers feared from beyond the skies! Awesome might, made of radiant light~!

THUNDER and LIGHTNING!

Jaune: You do know how ridiculous you sound right now, right?

Nora: (Rifling through drawers) What's so ridiculous about a young woman who was struck by lightning and now has superpowers in her chest?

Jaune: Everything.

Nora: Whatever. Hey, where's your electrical tape?

Jaune: I don't have any.

Nora: What?! That's irresponsible!

Jaune: How?

Nora: Did it never occur to you that your girlfriend would one day be struck by lightning and one day gain superpowers?!

Jaune: ...NO!

Nora: I now had a new calling. I was destined to fight crime. No man could escape the justice my bouncy pillows could provide~!

So I made them little wrestling masks, Made from pink, electric tape. (Jaune covers Nora's chest) Went to the city's toughest gang, and screamed, "There's no escape from the wrath of THUNDER and LIGHTNING!"

Hills from a realm unfound! THUNDER and LIGHTNING! Fun bags that'll break you down~! Bursting forth, Like the hammer of Thor!

THUNDER and LIGHTNING!

Jaune: Nora?! What are you doing?!

Nora: I'm looking for thugs, and criminals to beat up, like Batman!

Jaune: Batman didn't run through the street with only tape covering his nipples!

Nora: Psh, not in the comics you read. (Covers his mouth) Look! Criminals!

Roman: I told you idiots to be careful! What if someone saw us smuggling this stuff in? You ever think about that? No, you don't, because you're all too dumb to think!

Nora: I'm going in.

Jaune: Wait! What are you going to do?!

Nora: The only thing I can do, Jaune. Be a hero!

Jaune: But you don't have-

Roman: Who's there?! (Sees Nora and Jaune) Wait a minute, I know you!

Nora: You do?

Roman: Yeah, you're the kid who paid me for that fake resumé! Your check bounced, you know!

Jaune: Oh, uh, did it?

(Gropes her left breast) One with power to electrify, (Gropes her right breast) One with the strength to smash. (Dances and shakes her chest) First you hear that rumble, baby, and then you see the flash! (Opens her shirt, revealing a blinding light)

My heart is swarmed by darkened clouds, Mercy lost to the squall, All shall tremble before the storm that swells within my bra~!

Thug: How long you want us to beat'm for, boss?

Roman: Just a few more hours. Little prick will learn not to mess with me while he's in his coma.

Thug: And, uh, what about her? (Points to Nora)

Roman: (Sees Nora making gun noises while squeezing her boobs) Ugh! Just knock her out and set her aside. She's clearly not right in the head.

Thug: Uh, okay, boss. (Walks over to Nora with a pipe)

Jaune: (Sees Nora about to be attacked) NO!

Turns out being struck by lightning doesn't give you any powers. They cave my head in with a pipe while they beat him for several hours.

As I laid there half-conscious, with my tits exposed to air, I looked up to the blackened skies and prayed an ancient prayer!

Nora: Um, Oum, or whoever is up there? Could you, maybe, pretty please infuse my tits with the power of a thousand suns? (Clouds part, Revealing the divine image a Pyrrha Nikos) HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE REAL?!

Pyrrha:

LET THERE BE THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!

(Pyrrha electrocutes Nora with divine lightning)

MELONS BLESSED BY THE TREE OF LIFE!

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!

(Nora rises with golden electricity crackling across her body)

HIGH VOLTAGE TITS LIGHTING UP THE NIGHT!

(Nora fires electricity at the thugs, Roman runs away)

MIGHTY BREASTS, MADE TO BREAK ALL THE REST!

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!

(Nora approaches Jaune)

Jaune: (Bruised, Blackened eyes) Nora! I'm so glad you're okay! I don't what I would have done if you- (Nora hugs Jaune, Electric currents healing his wounds) I love you, Nora.

Nora: Jaune?

Jaune: Ye- (Nora roughly grips Jaune by the hair)

Nora: (Forcing Jaune level to her chest)

SUCK 'EM!

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Constructive Critique

  ‘Hiiiii-’ Joan swung herself into Maggie’s cabin, narrowly avoiding the myriad of shoes and cigarette packets that littered the floor, and flopped down onto the bunk. ‘Are you ready to go?’

  ‘Mmm.’

  Maggie didn’t look up from her laptop.

  Joan was used to this- when Maggie was in her ‘creative zone’ (otherwise known as the ‘fuck off and dont talk to me zone’), it sometimes took her a while to be able to leave it.

  She settled in for a wait and made herself comfy on Maggie's bunk- as usual, the bed was unmade. Unable to help herself, she twitched the covers into place before she sat down.

  No response.

  Hm. 

  That was odd. Maggie usually hated anyone tidying up after her.

   Joan could still remember the time she’d relegated Anne to sitting on the floor for having the audacity to fold up her pajamas for her. Granted, Joan was never subjected to quite the same level of temper as everyone else….but still, even she was used to being ordered sharply to ‘just leave it alone Joan, jesus-’.

  She smoothed out the bedspread. 

  Still no response.

  Weird.

  Biting the bullet, she rolled onto her stomach, rearranged Maggie's pillows and started to order the bits and pieces scattered on the bedside table, expecting every second for Maggie to look up and bark at her to stop.

  Nothing.

  Sitting up, she looked at Maggie more closely.

  She was staring intently at her laptop screen, but she didn’t look how she usually looked when working- the peaceful faraway look was gone. She wasn't typing or clicking through. Her hands were in her lap. 

  In fact, they were clenched into fists.

  ‘Maggie?’

  Nothing.

  ‘Mags- are you ok?’

  Joan crawled off the bed and came over.

  ‘Mags?’

  Maggie jumped as if waking up when Joan touched her arm. ‘What? Oh, sorry-’

  ‘Are you ok?’

  ‘Fine...did you want something?’ Already, her eyes were drifting back to the screen and Joan felt wrong footed.

  ‘I just….we were going to get something to eat?’ She wondered if this was Maggie's way of letting her know she wasn't in the mood- a bit of a change from her usual ‘Fuck, can we take a raincheck?’ but still a possibility. ‘We don't have to if you don’t want-’

  ‘Oh-’ Maggie seemed to catch onto Joan’s hesitancy, to notice the way her fingers twisted anxiously ‘Sorry- of course we were....’ She shook her head. ‘Of course we can-’

  But her tone was off- Joan was more used to Maggie's flat affect than anyone, and she could tell what was normal and what wasn’t. This….wasn’t.

  She put out a hand to pause Maggie in the middle of her perfunctory hunt for her wallet and keycard. 

  ‘Mags? Something's up. Tell me? Please?’

  Maggie got her stubborn look for a moment- as if planning on flat out denying all and making Joan fight her over it- but then she sighed and shrugged.

  ‘Oh, it’s nothing. Honestly. Really really stupid-’

  ‘What?’ The suspense was killing Joan. She was seconds away from breaking her new year's resolution to give up biting her nails. (Three months in and going strong. Maggie’s- to give up smoking, at Anne and Joan’s joint request- had lasted all of two hours and twenty minutes.)

  Maggie bit her lip, obviously debating whether or not to actually finish.

‘-someone left a review on my last recording-’

  ‘Oh!’ Joan bounced happily for a moment. She knew how much reviews meant to Maggie- despite her repeated claims that her music was for her not for anyone else, Joan knew that the rare confirmations that someone else had actually noticed the piece of herself that she’d thrown into the void of cyberspace were precious. ‘What did they say?’

  In answer, Maggie tilted her laptop screen so that Joan could read for herself.

‘-know you’re only starting out as musician….constructive criticism….whoever taught you really missed out on a few things didn't they?.....irritating tendencies….poor technique...know you’re sensitive…..would be happy to point you to some online resources….’ And then the sweetly poisonous ending ‘Please know this comes from a place of wanting you to be better and improve...’

  There was no name, no address, no picture icon.

  The first time she read it, the faux-concern and almost paternalistic tone made her want to laugh.

  Then she read it again- and looked at Maggie, drooping in her chair and looking so very tired- and hot anger took over.

  ‘It’s...polite, isn’t it?’ Maggie quirked an eyebrow in her usual sardonic manner but her hands didn’t unclench. ‘I didn't think people talked like that any more-’

  ‘Oh Maggie-’

  ‘I feel like blaming my teacher was a bit harsh….poor Mr Greyson isn’t even here to defend himself. And it’s hardly his fault I never paid attention in class-’

  A muscle gave a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch, just under Maggie's right eye.

  ‘Mags-’

  ‘Nice of them to concede I’m still learning though. I guess. Although-’ Maggie turned to face Joan properly for the first time. ‘They think my technique is bad? Imagine how much worse it is for me, I’m the one actually trying to play despite it, jesus, like c’mon, cut me some slack-’

  ‘Maggie!’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Fuck them!’

  Maggie blinked at her. ‘What?’ It wasn’t often that she was able to surprise the other girl, and Joan made a mental note to let Maggie know just how adorable she looked when she was really, truly taken back, when things were less fraught.

  ‘Joey?’

  ‘Fuck them, Mags! Fuck whatever patronising little-’ she paused. It wasn't that she was reluctant to swear, more that she was afraid of Maggie laughing at her for her choice- she’d never heard the end of it when she’d frustratedly called a queue-jumper an ‘inconsiderate dick-face’. 

Ironically, it had been an attempt to prove to everyone that she was adult enough to swear if she wanted to. The attempt had, she had to admit, backfired spectacularly well.

  ‘Go on-’ There was an amused quirk to Maggie's eyebrow- obviously their thoughts had followed a similar vein. ‘A little-?’

  ‘Never mind. Point is-’ She stabbed a finger at the laptop screen. ‘I cant believe anyone would have the nerve to say shit like that- as if they’re the arbitrator of what good music is, when they’re not even brave enough to come off anon!- and to then call you sensitive!’

  Maggie shrugged. ‘Constructive criticism and all that-’

  ‘No! Constructive criticism is-’ Joan groped for a good comparison. ‘When I tell you that I want tips on how I can make the others listen to me. Or when I direct you guys during rehearsal. Not….this. This….’Oh I’m such a good person, I’m so wise and talented, let me point out all your faults in a really unnecessarily nasty way and then call you thin skinned’...if they really care, why aren’t they linking you to their own page? So you can get tips from them, if they’re so good. Or even so you can ask them questions privately?’

  Maggie shrugged. ‘Maybe they just don't want to- I mean, they don’t have to-’

  ‘Maybe they know exactly how nasty the message was and don't want to face any consequences from it, you mean-’ Internally, Joan wondered if it was bad form to snap at someone when trying to stick up for them. Oh well. She’d ask Maggie later, Maggie would know. ‘Maybe they just like patting themselves on the back by pointing out non-issues or things you’re already aware of and are working on by presenting themselves as this master musician, but in a way that means you’ll never ever be able to respond to them! Well, I have a response-’ she leans forward ‘Fuck you! Fuck you and fuck your help and advice!’

  She was breathing a little harder by the time she’d finished: Maggie was leaning back slightly in her chair.

  ‘Um…..wow....are you….ok?’

  ‘Yeah….’

  ‘....I already wrote a response, you’ll be sad to hear. It was a bit different to yours.’ On the screen, Maggie's finger pointed out her polite, calm message of reply: ‘Thanks for your interest….always appreciate feedback...thanks for listening’.

  Joan suddenly felt foolish. Maggie clearly didn’t care that much. What was she even doing, ranting and raving when what Maggie probably wanted was just to forget about it? 

  She probably wasn’t even all that bothered by it- sure she’d seemed a little off, but Maggie was the absolute pinnacle of taking things on the chin, she’d probably barely registered the thing. Stupid Joan, overreacting; stupid overemotional Joan….

  Hic-

  Joan had never wanted to die more. Hiccups- was it possible to have a more childish marker of distress?

  ‘Yeah…..’ She tried to hold her breath surreptitiously and then gave up. ‘Sorry, just….I got cross…’

  ‘I can see….’ Maggie's lips twitched. ‘Pity whoever wrote that if they come across you, huh?’

  ‘Yeah….’ Her face was burning. Why was she so stupid? Why couldn't she have just passed over it like Maggie obviously had?

  Because you’re thinking about how you’d feel, the little voice in her head responded immediately, because you’re imagining how you’d feel if you got a message like that, how you’ve felt when you have got messages like that- like you don't want to make anything anymore, like you're embarrassed for people to see any of your work-

  She shut it down. That was her, not Maggie- cool, collected, talented Maggie. As if Maggie would be affected by a stupid review.

  She shook away too the image of Maggie hunched in her chair and staring sadly at the screen. She’d probably imagined most of it.

  ‘Shall we go get food then?’

  As if in evidence of her okay-ness, Maggie almost bounced out of her chair, grabbing her phone from the floor and stuffing her keycard deep into her pocket as she made for the door, Joan trailing behind.

  ‘Ok-’

  ‘Where do you want to go?’ Maggie pulled the door firmly. ‘We got pizza the other day, so I’m feeling maybe Thai- or ramen, we haven’t had good ramen in ages-’ She paused. ‘Are you ok?’

  ‘Yeah.’ Joan nodded quickly. ‘Fine-’

  ‘Cool- so….maybe ramen? Unless you’re not feeling noodles….also there’s that creepy guy who works there and I think I heard he works extra shifts now so maybe not-’

  Half way down the corridor, Maggie suddenly stopped. Joan wondered if she was going to say she’d forgotten something, but instead, she grabbed Joan's hand and squeezed it hard.

  ‘Joan?’

  ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Thank you-’

  Joan felt a bit nonplussed. ‘What for?’

  Maggie looked at her as if she was an idiot. ‘For….you know….’ She gently bumped her shoulder against Joan’s. ‘For caring enough to get angry on my behalf? For saying fuck a million times- it was funny, cheered me right up-’ Her expression sobered. ‘Just...thanks. I know it’s ridiculous to let some internet random get to me but….yeah.’ 

  She gave Joan’s hand a parting squeeze and let go, straightening up, back to normal again. ‘As you say, fuck them, next time i’ll just let you reply and save myself the trouble…’ Her lips twitched and she tilted her head. ‘Anyway…back to important stuff….food choices and that.’ She looked at Joan ‘Shall we go?’

  ‘Yeah-’ Joan hid her smile and started down the corridor. ‘Let’s go.’

[strawberryxpie]

The Forgotten Eighth Sin (Meliodas x Reader) [Chapter 1: The Boar's Hat]

Meliodas' POV

I was bring ale to tables trying to collect information on the whereabouts of the other sins when a customer ran in screaming about rusted knights, no one paid serious attention to this till we heard grinding of metal.

"Smells like rust to me!" Hawk said as we all watched the door swing in as two knights came in, all the patrons ran out and they both approached me.

"Seven.... deadly..... sins...." one of them said. "Who are you?" I asked and before they could answer me they both fell back and their halmets rolled off reveling two beautiful girls. One with long white-ish hair and a blue earring, the other with h/l h/c and a blue earring. The second one it looked just like her, but it couldn't be her, she looks just the same as she did ten years ago when I last saw her in the castle, Y/N.

Y/N's POV

I woke up to feeling a hand squeezing my breast, I opened my eye to see a boy with green eyes staring at me. "U-uh w-what are you doing?!?" I asked him, starting to get angry, I began to raise my hand to hit him. "Just checking your pulse." He looks so familiar, "T-thank you but that's not how you check for a pulse." I was sure I was as red as a tomato. "Excuse me but could you stop groping my sister?" Lizzy asked in the bed next to mine, the boy stopped and the pig next to him started talking! "Is that a talking pig?!?" I shouted in aww because that's amazing! Elizabeth however jumped out of her bed to hug on the pig. "I am Sir Hawk, Captain of Scraps Disposal!" The pig introduced himself! The man who saved us then offered us food downstairs. We got there Lizzy was excited about trying it, I however got a bad feeling about eating the food. He was so kind to offer so I couldnt turn him down. We both dug in and instantly regretted it.

"Pretty awful, isn't it?" He asked smiling, we both nodded and started to cry. "Yes but you did try your best and that's all that matters in the end." I told him. "What were you two doing in those rusty old suits of armor?" He asked, "We are looking for the seven deadly sins." I said as Lizzy put her head down sadly remembering what the holy knights are doing at home. There was banging on the door of the tavern, "Open up, we heard about the rusted knights coming in here." The boy motioned for us to run out the back. We followed and ran like our lives depended on it, because it did as the knights noticed us running, suddenly we were yanked up into a tree by our waists. I watched as Hawk charged the knight, Allioni, off the mountain. I looked behind me and say the boy holding Elizabeth and I. He let's us down and turns to ask us questions.

"Why are you looking for the seven deadly sins anyways?" He started. "To save our kingdom," Elizabeth responded. "Can't the holy knights do that? I mean isn't that their job?" Questioned Hawk, "That's who we are trying to stop." You stated. "Why would you want to stop them? Aren't they the king's men, the ones who protect Liones? They're heros." Said a confused Hawk.

"That's what you would believe, wouldn't you? If only you knew what those 'heros' are doing now." You responded sadly. The tavern owner snapped his head towards you, "What do mean?" "The other day, except for the king himself, the entire royal family was arrested and held against their will by the holy knights." Elizabeth stated trying not to cry.

"So the king isn't really in bed sick." Said Hawk. "That's the holy knights' cover story." You said grimly, "Now they are trying to slowly started readying for war. Don't know what that would accomplish." A sad Hawk said "That's not good."

"Yeah, tough break." The tavern owner said, "Wow, you have no empathy, do you?" Hawk said angrily. "What does that have to do with the seven deadly sins?" He asked ignoring Hawk. "They're the only ones who could stop them." Lizzy said, "I know people see them as criminals but I think that was something else the holy knights came up with." I added. "Well if you believe the rumors, they died a long time ago." The tavern owner's words pissed you off, "Such great people would never die so easy!" Elizabeth grabbed your hand to calm you down. "When we were younger our father would tell us great stories about the wonderful things they did." Elizabeth explained. Suddenly the ground began to shake then fall away from the hill as someone cut it away. The young man grabbed you, Elizabeth, Hawk, and Allioni. Who was at the bottom of the cliff and would've gotten crushed by the falling chunk of earth otherwise.

"Shall I make the death tally eight?" Shouted a holy knight at the young knights. They all shook their heads, "Allioni!" Shouted the knights, the holy knight turned around and saw all of us. "What? How dare you live without my say so! I will not revise my death tally!" The holy knight shouted at us. "When I give you a signal run." The young man said, Elizabeth nodded. You didn't because you planned on fighting, you weren't going to be defeated in your quest."None of these people look like any of the ones on the wanted posters." The holy knight said looking at us, he looked at me and Elizabeth. "I know that symbol! That's the royal crest, which means you two are Princess Elizabeth and Princess Y/N! We're supposed to bring you two in alive, but if an unfortunate and unavoidable accident were to occur..." He trailed off. "You two are princesses?" Hawk and the man asked, the holy knight readied his blade as the tavern owner shouted, "Now! Run!" Elizabeth ran and I went to punch the holy knight as you started to the holy knight swung his sword and I saw the cut going for Elizabeth. I changed course and ran for ny younger sister and pushed her down but someone got there before me and I fell flat on my face, lucky for me right before the cut sliced through all the trees. I looked over and saw the tavern owner protecting my sister hovering over her. I felt a pang of jealousy, I ignored it because now is not the time! You looked back at the knight unable to hear the conversation between you sister and the young man. You ran over as Hawk ran away and Lizzy stood up, "What are you doing?" You and the young man asked, she explained how maybe she could protect us if she turned herself over. "I think he doesn't want any of us getting out alive." The man stated, just then the knight swung again. The man grabbed us and pulled us both out of the way, while Elizabeth was crying explain how he was such a nice person and we don't even know his name. I however was staring at his left bicep, more specifically at the dragon symbol on his bicep. "Meliodas, that's my name if you really want to know!" He said happily, Lizzy then noticed the mark too, "The mark of a beast- no, the mark of a dragon!" Meliodas quickly finished up the fight but I couldn't help but notice how eerily similar my fish birthmark is to his dragon. Suddenly I grabbed my head in pain and was seeing a setting totally different than the Forest I were just in. Meliodas and I were walking down a hallway in the castle with six others in suits of armor. "I wonder what the grandmaster wanted to speak with us about." Meliodas said aloud, I then heard screaming as I was brought back to the forest. I realized the screams were coming from me as I was kneeled on the ground clutching my head. Meliodas was in front of me with a worried look,"Y/N, are you ok?" He asked, just as quickly as the pain came it went away. I nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry. That's never happened before, I got an overwhelming headache and then I saw-" I cut myself off, 'maybe I shouldn't tell him what I saw, I don't want him to see me crazier than he probably already thinks.' "Yes?" He said for me to continue, "I saw something like a memory, but I don't think it was mine. I couldn't have been there, I don't think." I said, hoping he wouldn't press any further. He nodded and said "As long as you're sure you're fine." I nodded and then just realized Lizzy was hanging onto my side, "I'm fine Lizzy, I promise." I reassured her. I wasn't really paying attention as I was in my own world while Lizzy and Meli talked. 'Meli? What the hell? Why am I acting like I know him? Do I know him? I mean the sins disappeared ten years ago. The exact time my memory begins. Why do I know him?' I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw a huge green pig in front of me. Meliodas suddenly grabbed Lizzy and I by our waists again, I have a feeling someone is staring at my ass, I turned my head. "Hey! S-stop staring at that!" I shouted angrily, he just smirked. 'Perv!' I thought.

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Hey guys I decided to do a Seven Deadly Sins fanfiction! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I'm going to try to make all of these chapters over at least 1000 words. I also tried to stay as true to the story line as possible!

[hecohansen31]

Terrible Thing

A/N: So before you start with this fanfiction you shall know a few thing, first of all: this is my first time writing a (MichaelXReader) story, so I am still trying to find my style, so suggestions are very much appreciated if you have some, although I would prefer if they were worded nicely and with kindness.

Also to this entire mess: English is not my first language, so if you see anything that isn’t right, I am sorry, I am trying to do better and learn from mistakes.

Final disclaimer and then I will finally leave you to the story: this is an AU to the original content, in which the Hawthorne boys are staying over at Robinchaux (for you know... educational purposes...) so that is all and I will take my leave and leave you to enjoy this little piece...

SUMMARY: Boys will be boys, but then girls shall be girls and take their revenge and when one specific warlock we all know decides to do prank another witch... well he is about to learn that a scorned woman is the most dangerous beast of them all (Also, little suggestions: if you want to feel the full extense of this...listen meanwhile reading to “Terrible Things” by AG & Brad Gordon).

WORDS: 3,6 

WARNING: There is no sex, but there is a bit foreplay and dirty talk, alongside a good amount of nudity so... you better read this in your room, alone... 

“BOYS WILL BE BOYS”

… then girls will be girls…

She honestly couldn’t believe that she was now standing in front of a mirror, letting Myrtle handle a pair of scissors near her hair, since a big piece of chewing gum was stuck in there, since Michael Langdon had thought it would be a fun way to use it to get her to finally cut her long mane.

And although she had never been a girl to cry for her hair (not something to be ashamed really, but she thought that in the end “they would have grown out”) she was honestly pissed for the prank which ended badly for her and would soon end badly for Michael.

Myrtle would have to lock down every weapon, and maybe put a few spells of protection on Michael, meanwhile he stayed over at Robinchaux.

-… all done, sweet thing! – chirped the red-haired witch, who lovingly patted her shoulder to sign that they were done and that she had to get her lovely ass off her chair.

And finally (Y/N) met the mirror, watching a (Y/N) with shorter hair, a sight she better gets used to.

-Thank you, Myrtle, you saved my face and Langdon from being burned alive- she mumbled, passing a hand through the hair both to caress the newfound softness and make sure it was her hair, still, although she seemed a stranger in the mirror.

-If it had been Madison, I would be worried about him being burned alive, with you…- and Myrtle lowered to speak next to her ear -… I expect something more, my little witch-.

And they smirked heavily at their newest reflections.

She had never been one to approve the “boys will be boys” thing, since not only it was misogynistic and completely wrong, but it was something that was applied at every age of boy, no matter if they were younglings or full grown-up men.

But what bothered her even more was the “he keeps on pulling your braid, because he likes you” mentality, because men needed to learn better ways to talk to women, without hurting them or making them feel inferior just for the sake of their own insecurity.

So, she had to teach Michael a lesson, one that would gently tell him not to fuck with her… or there would be consequences.

The plan wasn’t that easy to conjure: if Michael Langdon could be an arrogant student, but he was no fool and any invite or try for seduction would probably let him smell the danger of the situation, but not if he was intoxicated in the fumes of alcohol and he thought his prey was in the same condition.

She brushed her hair, letting Zoe help her curl it (she was too scared to burn her ears) meanwhile she searched Madison’s wardrobe for a “fuck-me” dress, knowing she wouldn’t mind, mostly if she never knew it was her who took it, settling on one that, although it was a bit prudish for Madison it was perfect for her, since Michael would be pretty aware if she walked in with a dress fit with a slit and a huge show of cleavage.

She went for a sheer bodycon dress with lace inserts, but conservative cuts on both her legs and her cleavage, reserving all the fun in the backside of the dress, showing a huge and deep “v” cleavage, although with a jacket nothing was shown, but with no hair to cover it it was very evident, highlighting her silhouette.

She had added a bit of make-up, but the center of it had been the bold red lip (“Outlaw” by “Kat Von D”, her favorite one).

And when she was ready, she decked herself in the elegant coat she owned, hoping it might seem expensive enough for the club Hawthorne had visited since they had started staying over at Robinchaux, a gentlemen’s club, whatever that meant.

She honestly didn’t think it was a stripper club or anything related, since the guys didn’t come home smelling of shitty perfumes and still pursued the girls as if they were the only in the world, alongside the fact that teachers weren’t asked to accompany them.

And when she entered it she was surprised by the elegant atmosphere and the waiter asked to take her coat, smiling sweetly but also clearly wondering what the heck was a girl doing here, mostly a clothed woman, since the ones that were there were pretty undressed, serving the men with only lingerie, elegant lingerie.

She should have thought also about that (but at least her panties and bra were matching).

-Looking for someone? – asked the confused waiter and she looked around till she found the trademark blonde curls.

-Found him, now if you excuse me…- she tried to walk seductively in the pumps she wore (stolen from Madison, although she thought that maybe her high-heeled boots would have worked better) feeling his gaze settle on her, but she gave him no mind, looking instead at the table behind theirs, and then faking surprise at the Hawthorne boys who called her name, meanwhile he just kept on his gaze on her body.

“Oh, guys… I didn’t see you there” she joked, meanwhile a few guys on the other side of Michael moved in order for her to move in with them, immediately the guy closest to her wrapped an hand around here shoulder and she fought the impulse to throw it off.

“We come here each night, (Y/N)” mumbled Michael, but she gave it not too much thought, faking of not having heard nothing, meanwhile those famous women in lingerie asked her what she would like to drink.

“What about tequila shots?” the quickest way to get drunk and the funniest way.

“Only if you let us do body shots” commented another Hawthorne boys, and she giggled to masquerade the embarrassment.

“Sorry, guys, but my dress is too expensive but who wants a dance after I am done with the shots?”.

Everyone raised their hands, probably already thinking about their own fantasy of her, naked and at their mercy.

Had they known that she had actually thought this a bit too much, already pushing protection spells on herself and her body, shielding her from any attack of drugs or magic and being a straight up better mage than anyone in Hawthorne, except Michael, she knew they would work.

She only started dancing with Michael after her fifth shots (thanks to the spell she wasn’t getting intoxicated but her liver would kill her for all the amount of alcohol) and her fifth dance partner, everybody had somehow groped her just to feel his hand immediately burn (sorry guys you know how this protection spells are…).

He looked at her benevolently like a teacher with a child, and she played dumb when he asked what she was doing here.

“Just looking for fun, Michael” and then she had hooked her fingers in his bow (they had come in their uniforms and she honestly didn’t understand how all the waitress couldn’t laugh at it, but she guessed they were paid enough just to smile and follow the clients orders , did a female version of this even exist?) “You, boys, are not the only on who can enjoy a night out”.

And she turned around, ignoring him, but keeping her body on his, meanwhile she left a hand go through her hair, as if to show him “his work of art”: no chewing gum anymore and a few inches less.

She also knew she was showing him her slender neck, clearly a perfect place where anybody could place kisses, and he took the hint swiftly.

She moaned at the sensation of his cold lips against it (he had been eating the ice in his drink) and he could feel it by the way she arched, and was focused on getting more out of her, scraping with just the right amount his teeth on her skin.

For a moment, she thought it was honestly the best sensation she had ever felt, but then she thought that it might have been more satisfying seeing her revenge all work out perfectly.

So, she turned around, letting the hair fall back to her neck, before showing them away from her face with a quick gesture of her neck.

“Didn’t think that somebody as distinguished as you might join us here?” and he placed his hand on her hips, getting a curious glance from her “I thought you were lost when I saw you walking here, missed the bus for the library?”.

He wasn’t totally convinced of her seduction, clearly a bit distrusting of the entire pin-up look, meanwhile she thought what might convince him.

“And when are you going to push out the broom in your ass?” she replied, keeping the charm on and falling back in her previous persona  (the bitchy and tough witch, fighting with Michael for the spotlight) which took him by surprise, but then she slipped again in the glam and shy girl of the night “… you are always wound up so tight”.

And she proceeded to reach his shoulder, rubbing them slowly, maintaining eye-contact with him, before moving to lean forward, clearly aiming at his lips but then ultimately going for his ear.

“A good fuck would help you” and then they were in his room, suddenly.

They had danced for a long time at the club, till he had seemed enough satisfied of the teasing and after she had drowned two other drinks, giggling at how he had swiftly and magically transported them in his room after a few too many times she had accidently grinded against his hard length which was pushed against her ass.

And she faked not noticing it, taking in his elegant guest room, which he didn’t share with anyone (a fact which had annoyed her from the start; witches didn’t have single rooms, but he got one… why? Just because he was so special?).

And she was honestly surprised by how elegant and definitely not messy it was but he didn’t seem to care about it as he pushed her against the door, knocking a little picture of the wall, but being enough nice to shield her head from the impact with his arm, before attacking her neck, which she exposed to him, meanwhile she moved her hands in his hair, messing them and feeling a kind of satisfaction knowing he took so much time to get them ready just for them to be smashed away from the hand of a “snobbish and with no taste for fashion whatsoever” witch (his words not hers).

Then their lips met, for the first time in the entire night, and she honestly forgot for a moment what the plan was, lost in the softness of Michael’s lips and the way he elegantly moved next to her, with a calmness that she wouldn’t have thought belonged to him, as if he was kissing him reverently and shyly, asking for constant consent.

And then he let her breath again, again focusing on her neck, with a lot of attention to try to mark her, till she pushed him even farther from her.

“Sweetie, no marks, or people will start wondering” she honestly didn’t want marks on her neck to ruin her plan, but also she would have literally given her soul to feel Michael’s lips on every inch of her.

She wasn’t attracted to him, it was just a reaction of her body, she tried to reason with her body, hoping it was not too lost on lust.

“Let them wonder” and he made a move to duck her hands and go back to his artwork, stopped this time by magic.

“I think it is stupid and animalistic, but if you want… you can leave them under my clothes” and she slowly unzipped the lateral zip of the dress, before letting it flow on the floor, standing in only her underwear, looking at him straight in the eyes and hoping no nervousness was being shown.

And then he was again at her, groping at her bra and trying to unclasp it, something she thought was very natural and easy, but it seemed impossible for him, making her release a laugh sweetly.

“Let me” and she reached out, unclasping it swiftly, but keeping the cups in place with her arms “Am I your first girl?”.

This would explain his hesitation, the way he looked for her approval as a little puppy and finally why he had to puff his feathers so so much.

And maybe that made sense, but he still needed to be taught a lesson in respect.

“…yes” it was a whisper, but she made sure to hear it, smiling at him and cupping his cheek in order to make him meet her eyes “You are not my first time, I have had… other experiences… with boys”.

It should have been no surprise, since he attended Hawthorne, but this was a precious knowledge, alongside an interesting show of faith in her, giving her more and more information on him, since he was always so cockily reserved.

“You like boys?” she asked, more out of curiosity than intention to use it against him.

“Yes, I do” he replied, meanwhile he caressed sweetly her arms, almost as with a scared animal “I like girls too, and I like you”.

She almost broke into a laugh, realizing how the real the theory of “the boy that pulls on the girl’s braid is in love with her” right now, and although she honestly hated it, she was a little swept away by Michael’s sudden sweetness.

But it took her exact five minutes before she remembered he was the manipulator, the one who had made witches cry with just evil glares, the one who had dared Cordelia and fought her with every fiber of being after she had been so kind to him, and lately (although stupidly) the one who had stuck chewing gum in her hair.

“Oh, you are so sweet” and she managed to change the subject letting her bra fall down.

They had moved to the bed, leaving a trace of their clothes, but they were still in their underwear and Michael had dared a “so am I your first man?” when he had seen her struggle with hhis uniform and she had straight up ripped his shirt.

“My first man from Hawthorne, don’t get cocky” she had replied, before pushing him on his bed, and watching the way he elegantly tumbled down, and settling in his lap.

And they had moved from there, grinding and changing their position, keeping on with the kisses and the marks (she honestly hoped not to be naked near Zoe, in the immediate future, but she was also very happy and proud of the one she had left on his collarbone, making him moan to oblivion) but not daring to go further and with the knowledge she was his first girl, she understood his need to be calm.

But she needed to speed up things.

She moved a bit away, to reach out and Michael didn’t care, continuing to kiss her shoulder, before falling down on her chest, continuing his path, meanwhile she blindly reached out, till her hands reached something, Michael’s jacket.

And then she held it up.

-I can’t believe you want to cover me up, after all your struggle! – he made fun of her, moving his hands to her legs, moving up to her clothed core.

-It’s just to cover your eyes, boy wonder- she replied, moving down him, meeting his lips halfway, meanwhile she adjusted his jacket over her his eyes, securing it with a swift knot but making sure he wouldn’t move.

He tried to resist, clearly surprised by her sudden kinkiness, alongside the fact that it might not help that it was their first time and they didn’t trust each other that much, but she slowly purred in his ear, meanwhile with one hand he pushed him back and the other reached for her boxers, and he stopped any futile resistance.

-Indulge my kink, boy wonder, just for a few minutes, if you are not into it, tell me and I will stop- and she continued the probing with her other hand, before sneaking it inside and hearing him gasp, meanwhile his cheeks started blushing -… but your body is not capable of lying, I am pretty sure you are enjoying it-.

-I will use the blindfold with you as soon as I get out of it- he threatened her, but didn’t put any resistance anymore, meanwhile she leaned down to kiss him as a reward.

-Of course, Michael- and then she turned back to admire him, Michael Langdon at her mercy what a wonderful sight.

If she had decided to keep up on her original plan she would have turned back and snapped a picture, but because of Michael’s inexperience and sweet confession she decided to avoid (also because she felt possessive of that sight, what the heck was happening to her).

She grabbed him in her hand and hoped that whatever porn had taught her would work, because in literary fiction they didn’t teach you how to do an handjob.

She started slowly more exploring than actually doing the act, but he seemed to appreciate the slow exploration, hissing as soon as her nails entered the game, but not out of pain.

When she felt courageous enough, she ended up actually starting to pump it, setting up a slow rhythm again and waiting for the telltale signs that she was doing good, meaning his quickening breathe and the low moan, trying to form words out of thin air.

“Please, please, faster…” and she picked up rhythm for a few minutes before going back to her slow one, letting him feel the way his manhood slipped on each of the rings on her hands, making him exhale a little moan, before turning up the rhythm and mixing them in order to make him so lost on the pleasure and trying to guess her rhythm that he didn’t hear her utter anything, not even the little enchantments with which she cast oh him and a copy of her, made through thin air but still concrete enough to give Michael the sensation of a human being, just a bit less talking than (Y/N).

But she straight up hoped he would not care, so lost in the throes of passion.

And then she enchanted her feet not to make a sound as soon as she lifted her dress and put it on, to hide the marks, and all her things and after that she deleted her presence from the room, avoiding making her presence known through magical traces or perfume ones.

And then she straight up exited, the door not even making some kind of noise, thank to magic, and moving to her room, but not to sleep and take a shower, enjoying the thought that Michael Landgon was getting off to a non-existent copy of her, but that wouldn’t be revenge… enough.

She left her dress in her room, to Zoe very much confused look, but she just replied with a “don’t ask” and swiftly moved to the bathroom to push off the make up and the dress, erasing the perfume she had been wearing that night, before wearing her usual plain white nightgown (it was ugly but also vintage and comfy, and she didn’t need to seduce anyone anymore).

She then walked out of the stairs, knowing that in the library there was someone she needed for the final part of the plan.

-Mrs Moore? – she called out, seeing the warlock teacher, who immediately raise his head annoyingly -… very sorry to bother you, but I am pretty sure that Langdon is having someone over-.

Which was against the rules, since this was a school and dormitory needed to be a place of peace and study (and yeah she knew that all the girls had boys over, and some even had each other, but since the warlocks had been over they had tried this in order not to have random hook-ups at breakfast).

-How do you know? – he asked, clearly annoyed by the entire situation and not exactly happy to leave his books.

But he had a chance to get Michael Langdon in trouble, if what she said was true.

-I was coming back from the kitchen for a glass of water and I heard strange noises, like… you know…- and she did her best “little naïve virgin” expression -… sex noises…-.

And he just nodded at her, before getting up and walking past her, and she honestly wanted to follow him just to see him watch Michael thrust himself in thin air, in what John Henry would have thought was a wet dream, a very kinky wet dream.

But she couldn’t or it would confirm the story Michael would give John Henry to justify himself, she was still satisfied with the sudden:

“WHAT THE HELL LANGDON!”

Followed by the…

“WHAT THE HELL, PROFESSOR MOORE?!”

Maybe next time he would think before angering her.

Scorned women were the most dangerous creatures in the universe, after all.

[loverontheleft]

Ready to Leap (Chapter 42)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-41 can be found on my Masterlist in my bio.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language and dirty talk, sex. A lot of sex.

Word count: 4.6k

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“I don’t think I want to go back to school,” you mumble as you crawl into bed that night. Brendon drops onto the bed beside you and holds out his arms so you can snuggle into him. He makes a soft sound, agreeing with you, and you sigh. “But we have to go back, don’t we?”

“I mean, we could rebudget,” Brendon offers, sounding serious. “I’m sure we could work something out. Go live on the compound; it is paid off entirely. So is this house, but if we’re going to retreat somewhere, I think I’d rather go to the compound.” You pull back to look at him in stunned silence. “Honey, if you really don’t want to go back to work, you don’t have to,” Brendon tells you, kissing your forehead.

“As nice as that sounds, we both know Frank would murder me if I left in the middle of the semester. And I would get very bored at home all day by myself.” He protests and you give him a confused look. “Well you’re not quitting too,” you tell him.

“As if I’m really going to let you sit home by yourself all day, taking care of yourself, while I’m at school, worrying about the two of you. I’d be a nervous wreck. No,” and he shakes his head affectionately. “No, my darling. If you’re quitting, so am I.” He kisses your lips gently and you snuggle close, twisting your arms around his neck.

“I’m not quitting,” you say softly and he nods, accepting this with a small smile. “I can’t imagine my life without you or without this job. I just...I feel like I need one more day. Just one more day to prepare to go back.”

“Then you’ll get one more day,” Brendon says decisively. “Gina has additional lesson plans?” You nod and he pulls out his phone to log into the employee service portal so he can request two subs. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him. He nods seriously, trying to keep a straight face. “I want to clean out your office and start decorating.” His eyes light up and you keep going, encouraged. “I want to keep the piano in there-“

“Oh good,” Brendon laughs. “Because we couldn’t move it. Not a chance.” You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Continue, my love,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek.

“Keep the piano in there but move your desk out or downstairs...well, no it’ll be cluttered there, won’t it? Shoot…” you bite your lip as you think. “Where can we-“

“I can solve this problem,” Brendon tells you. You raise your eyes to his and he smiles. “We buy a new house.” You can’t help it; you start laughing. “No, I’m serious!” He nuzzles your nose and kisses across your cheekbone and down your jaw before moving to your neck. “This is a two bedroom house; I bought it with the intention of one of those rooms being an office. We aren’t going to be able to keep all of the furniture and turn that room into a nursery; we need a bigger house.”

“Or we need less stuff,” you say with another laugh. He shakes his head and kisses up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe in a way that makes your toes curl and your body arch into his.

“Let's go house hunting tomorrow,” he suggests, hands trailing down your back. You pause and he licks the shell of your ear while caressing the small of your back. “Say yes, honey. Let’s go house hunting tomorrow.”

“Bren-“

“That’s not how ‘yes’ is pronounced,” he tells you goodnaturedly, tipping your chin up gently to kiss you. As his mouth moves over yours, the hand still on your back comes back to the front and slides down between your legs, teasing you.

“Brendon,” you groan, lifting a leg over his hip so he can touch you. “Please.” He sighs in pleasure and shifts so he’s hovering over you, lips finding yours again. Your leg wraps around his back and your hands find his hair, holding him to you. “Please.” You can feel him hard against your inner thigh, pressing insistently, hot and throbbing. “You want it. Please, Brendon, please.”

“Of course I want you,” he murmurs. “Always want my sweet wife. Don’t want to push her too hard-“

“Hush,” you tell him, reaching between you to guide him. “Don’t worry. Just - yes,” you sigh as he rocks forward into you.

“Yes?” His lips brush yours.

“Yes,” you repeat, moving back against him, whimpering as his fingers find your breasts, rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Yes, fuck yes,” you groan, clinging to his back.

“No honey, gonna go slow,” Brendon murmurs, his other hand flexing on your outer thigh. “Gonna build to it. Gonna make my pretty girl come so good for me…especially now that she’s letting me buy her a house.” You freeze and your eyes snap open. “You said yes,” Brendon tells you, thrusting forward with a bit more force, making you moan and gasp happily. “You did say yes.”

“Yeah, to you fucking me- not - oh, god, don’t stop!” He’s lifting your leg higher and biting at your neck, kissing after to soothe your skin. With the higher position of your leg, he can go deeper and it’s making your eyes roll back and your body tense.

“Are we going to go house hunting tomorrow?” His voice is soft and you moan, tugging at his hair. “Are we?” He kisses your lips, teasing your tongue with his.

“Yes,” you gasp when you part. “Yes, whatever you want, yes, oh fuck yes!”

“Want you to come,” Brendon says softly, holding your thighs as you tremble under his touch. “Want to feel you lose control, want to see your pretty face when you squeeze my cock with your perfect - yes, Y/n, yes baby, just like that - Keep- oh fuck, gonna make me-“ he groans and tosses his head back as you cry out, back arching and hands clawing as your climax rolls through you, triggering his own.

”Brendon, oh my god!” You’re gasping for air, moving frantically under him, clinging to him, moaning in his ear, begging. “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop honey, yes, yes, yes!” He tangles a hand in your hair and crushes his mouth to yours; both of you are kissing the other as though your life depends upon it - lips moving urgently, tongues caressing and teasing, breathless moans escaping as his hips keep rocking almost frantically.

“I love you so much,” he gasps when you finally break apart. He rests his forehead against yours and stares at you adoringly. “You are my world. My whole world. You and our child.” You smile softly and he kisses your cheek, chest still heaving. “Shower or bath?”

“Bath in the morning,” you mumble, already falling asleep. “Too tired to move; need sleep.”

“Then sleep you shall get, my sweet, sticky wife.” He pulls out of you and you whimper, groping at his back and tugging him down so he’s right on top of you. “On you?” He seems worried. “Honey, I don’t want to cru-“

“You won’t crush me,” you mumble into his shoulder. “Just stay. Be my human blankie.” You kiss his neck and stroke his back as he settles into you. “Good-” you break off with a yawn. “Good night, Brendon. I love you.”

“I love you,” he murmurs, breathing in the scent of your hair. “I love you more than anything in my life.”

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“Bath time!” Brendon is way too chipper and you groan, holding him tightly so you can bury your face in his neck. “Or not…”

“Five more minutes,” you tell him, wrapping your legs around him now too. “Give me five more minutes with you on me.”

“I can be on you in the bath,” he offers and when you arch an eyebrow at him suspiciously, he amends. “I can hold you in the bath.” You tell him that sounds more accurate and he laughs, kissing you. “Come on darlin’. Warm water’s a-wasting. It can only be so hot for you, and it’s getting colder by the minute.”

“Up! Get up!” You declare urgently, both of you laughing as you scramble to your feet and he follows you into the bathroom, smiling in appreciation. “Hold me please,” you say as you settle in the water, holding your arms up to him. “Come hold me, Bren.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replies instantly, sliding into the water behind you. “There’s my sweet wife. My sticky, messy wife.” He nuzzles your neck from behind. “Fucked her good last night and she’s still a mess from it, isn’t she?” You make a soft sound, agreeing, and ask him to wash you. He obliges, filling the washcloth with body wash and smoothing it over your body. “Always my perfect girl, but now she’s my perfect, clean girl.” He whispers this in your ear as he rubs the cloth over your breasts from behind. “Which is just how I like her. Makes it so satisfying to get her dirty again.”

“You like your sweet wife all dirty?” You ask the question in a breathless tone, rolling your head back onto his shoulder. “You like making a mess of me?”

“You know I do.” He kisses your cheek as he finishes, wringing out the washcloth and hanging it over the edge of the tub. “Now. Let’s talk houses.” You nod, accepting that you’re not going to get out of this - and really, you think to yourself, it could be fun. Build a life with him, raise a family, live in a new home that you choose together. “Three bedrooms minimum. I’m considering four. That way we can have a guest room if we need it and it can be turned into another kid’s room eventually.”

“That seems reasonable,” you agree, closing your eyes as he continues talking about bathrooms and open floor plans and walk-in closets. “I want three things,” you tell him when he asks. “I want a master suite with a walk-in closet and the biggest soaking tub we can find, a fenced-in backyard, and a sunken living room.”

“I love all of those,” Brendon tells you, stroking your arms. “But it might be difficult to get all three.” He pauses. “We could always design and build.”

“Oh,” you protest, “no, that’s probably insanely expensive and it would take forever…” but he kisses your neck and murmurs that expense isn’t an issue and the two of you have time. “Let’s see what we find in our search and revisit that if needed,” you suggest, and he agrees. “Breakfast and realtor.com?” Your voice is hopeful and he echoes you in the affirmative and helps you to your feet.

“I love that you’re excited about this now,” he murmurs over the pancakes he’s just finished. “Thought it would take some more convincing.” He gives you a suggestive smile. “Which I’m happy to do as needed.” You laugh and tell him that you’ll work on being more stubborn so that he can convince you. “That’s all I ask,” he says, leaning back in his seat and smiling at you fondly. “Oh, and that you eventually agree. Which you already have, so be as faux-stubborn as you like, m’dear.” Brendon stands to clear the plates and drops a kiss on the top of your head as he passes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him, watching him adoringly. “I’m so happy, honey. Married to you, having a child together...I had no idea this was how my life was going to go, but I’m so happy it has turned out this way. I can’t imagine my life any other way than this.” He turns from the sink and smiles at you.

“Same. I couldn’t have predicted or created you in my wildest dreams, and yet here you are. Perfect for me... you are my forever love, my wife, the mother of my children; I love you more every passing day. Oh,” he says, concerned now. “Sweetheart, don’t cry-“

“No, no, I’m okay.” You flutter your hands at your face, laughing through the tears. “You just - you make me emotional and all soft inside. And I’m guessing hormones are at play here because wow, I am really crying.” You wipe at your eyes and he crosses the room to take you in his arms. “Thank you,” you murmur as you bury your face in his chest. “Thank you for being so good to me. For me.”

“Easy to do when you’re so good to me and for me,” he tells you, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s go snuggle up on the couch and find our new home.”

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“That one!” You point eagerly at the image on the screen and Brendon laughs, kissing your cheek and asking if you’re perhaps being swayed by the large yard. “Absolutely,” you agree readily, grinning. “But let’s look.” He clicks on the photo obligingly and you both shake your heads immediately when the other photos pop up. “Too much closed off space. We want an open floor plan,” you murmur and he nods.

He scrolls for a while and neither of you is seeing anything you like. You sigh sadly and he nudges you gently with his nose. “Don’t be sad, sweet girl. It’s just day one of our hunt. And we’re only on...the third of ten pa-“ he stops talking and you both stare at the screen. “Well. There’s that,” he says, considering. You nod, moving his hand to click on the image of the house. “It’s not anything like what we wanted…” he trails off, both of you staring at the pale yellow refurbished Victorian on the screen. “But it is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is…” You’re captivated by images. “It would never work. It would need a lot of work.” He mumbles something about it really only needing a fresh coat of paint and new floors. “Right...but - that’s not a small weekend project,” you remind him and he shrugs with a small smile. “We should at least go look at it,” you say, clicking through the photos. “Oh honey, look at that tub…”

“Keep in mind I can get you that tub in any house,” Brendon tells you, kissing your temple. “But we should go look at it. Tub aside, I like the structure. And there’s that smaller room off of the master; that could easily be a nursery…” he’s thinking out loud and you nod eagerly. “Might as well click ‘get more info,’” he says with a laugh. You thank him and yawn, trying to muffle it. “Do you want to keep looking, or do you want to take a break?” He looks at you tenderly, playing with your hair now. “We can nap, honey.”

“Nap,” you say through another yawn. “In bed. Wanna nap in our bed.” He nods and stands, helping you up. When you’re on your feet, he scoops you up. “Brendon!” Your shriek is playful and he laughs as he heads for the stairs. “Be careful,” you tell him.

“I always am,” he murmurs, meeting your eyes. “Love my girls. Gonna be careful and take extra good care of both of them.” You smile and blink back the tears. “Those are happy tears, aren’t they?” His concern is evident and you nod, biting your lip. “Don’t bite your lip, honey, you know it makes me want you,” he warns teasingly. You raise your eyebrows and bite your lip with slightly more force, eyes wide and innocent. “Y/n,” he warns, chuckling. “Thought you wanted to nap.”

“I do,” you agree, sighing contentedly when he places you on the bed. “I really do. But I also want to make out with my husband. Come get in bed,” you coax him with a curl of one finger. He clambers onto the bed eagerly, settling down beside you so you can roll over and press your lips to his. “I love you,” you murmur against his lips, and he nods as he cups your face and holds you close.

“My precious girl,” he whispers, tugging lightly at your lower lip with his teeth, making you moan and arch against him. “My sweet, precious girl.” His lips move down your neck and you roll your head to one side to give him more space. “Love touching you, kissing you,” he mumbles, bringing his hands from your face down to yours, interlocking your fingers before pushing your hands over your head and kissing you with more vigor. You gasp and sigh happily, whispering his name over and over again in pleasure as the two of you embrace, tangled together.

“My husband,” you manage, breaking apart for one moment. “My husband is so good to me.” He grins and, eyes dark and lips swollen, kisses you once more with obvious need. “My husband is hard,” you observe in a soft voice. “My sweet, caring, wonderful husband is hard for me, isn’t he?”

“He is,” Brendon groans into your mouth. “Your husband is so hard for his sweet wife. But she needs her rest. That’s more important.” He kisses your cheek, both of you breathless. “If we wake up from this nap still worked up, then we can do something about -“ he inhales sharply when your hand curls around him. “Yeah, about that,” he says with a soft laugh. “I love you, Y/n. Rest for now; I promise I’ll still be hard for you later but you’re sleepy now.”

“Mmmm,” you agree, snuggling in close and pressing against him so his erection is firmly against your inner thigh. “I am sleepy. Gonna have good dreams,” you tell him, rubbing and shifting slightly, making him moan low in the back of his throat. “Love that I can affect you like this,” you murmur and he laughs again, nodding.

“Yeah, baby. You drive me wild. My resting state is turned on and wanting you. But,” and he kisses you softly, hands rubbing over your back soothingly. “But you should sleep. Rest, my love. Just close your eyes. I’m right here, Y/n. I’ve got you.”

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“Baby,” Brendon whispers, stroking your hair as you whimper in your sleep. “Honey, you’re having a bad dream. Wake up for me, Y/n.” His hand moves down over your back and your eyes blink open sleepily. “You okay, honey?” You nod and cling to him, sniffling a little. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You shake your head and he sighs, kissing your forehead. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to - just know that you’re safe and healthy and the baby is fine and I’m right here. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to either of you.” You nod and press your face into his neck, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I just -“ you break off, sniffling again. “I’m sorry. I’m okay. You’re right.” He nods and his hands move in broad, warm strokes over your back, making you press closer to him.

“A realtor called us,” Brendon tells you in a low voice. “For that house. They left a voicemail.” Your eyes snap open and he laughs slightly. “You want me to call them back?” You tell him yes, absolutely, and he nods, reaching for his phone as you shift to curl into his side with the blankets pulled high over both of you. You listen drowsily as he talks to the realtor and you’re getting lost in the technicalities, but when Brendon hangs up, he kisses your forehead and smiles. “We can go see it if you want.”

“I want,” you tell him, grinning. “When?”

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“Oh wow,” you whisper as Brendon parks in the driveway. “Honey, it’s gorgeous.” He agrees as he crosses to open your door for you. “They’re meeting us inside?”

“Yep,” Brendon confirms, resting his hand on the small of your back and you lean into his touch, soothed by the contact. “But from what they said, they’re just here to unlock the door. We can wander as we please. They won’t necessarily walk with us and give the spiel as we go.” You nod and reach across to tangle your fingers with his so that your joined hands fall in front of you both. “Unless you want them to be our tour guide. I’m sure they would if we asked.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, smiling up at him. “I kind of just want to explore it with you.” He nods and you let him guide you up the walkway through the low fence to the wide front porch. He stops short and you look at him, the question in your eyes.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you with a soft smile, turning you both to face the front yard. “I’m okay. I just had this - vision? Feeling? Of sitting with you on this porch, watching our kids play in the front yard with their friends. Your head on my shoulder, my arm around your waist, years from now, more in love with you than ever.”

You blink back the tears and smile up at him radiantly. “How many kids?”

“Well,” he teases, “it was only a quick vision, but I think I saw two that were ours. There were two little girls just as beautiful as their mother, so I’m assuming two. I have a feeling you were pregnant though.”

“Yeah? A feeling?” You grin and he nods, kissing your temple. “Probably right. If we’ve got two daughters in your vision, it makes sense I’m pregnant again. Gotta give my husband that son he wants.” Brendon laughs and kisses your cheek now, telling you all he really wants are happy, healthy children. “Same,” you agree. “I want happy, healthy children with you.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” Brendon laughs now as you pivot back to the front door. “I’m never losing you, never giving you up. I’m going to be the father of as many children as your heart desires.” You rest your head on his shoulder for a moment as he knocks on the front door. When it swings open, the woman standing there reminds you of your mother - if your mother had a powder blue skirt-suit combo and icy blonde hair.

“Hello!” She squeals, going in to hug you both. You’re a little taken aback but you go limp in her embrace. You catch Brendon’s bemused expression and stifle a laugh; she introduces herself as Sherri as she’s hugging you and promises to find you both your dream house. “Oh!” She exclaims when she pulls back and gets a good look at your face. “And is a nursery on the wishlist?” She gives you both a warm smile and you blink, confused. “No, honey, you’re not showing; you just have this sort of glow like you’re keeping a secret. I’m great at keeping secrets too,” Sherri tells you as she leans in conspiratorially. “Forget I said anything, Mr. Urie,” she says almost convincingly if it weren’t for the wink at you.

“No,” you laugh, and Brendon takes your hand, smiling. “He knows. We are expecting, you’re right. So...yeah, a nursery is on the list. It’s pretty much the reason we’re buying at all,” You explain. Brendon adds that while you love it, your house now is just too small, and Sherri nods, beaming and clapping her hands together.

“So, do you two want to just take a look around, or do you want me to give you the,” and she says this next part with a grand gesture, arms flung over her head - “grand tour?” She smiles. “I recommend the,” and she repeats the same gesture with the same level of enthusiasm - “grand tour!” You exchange a look with Brendon and you both grin, telling her you’ll take the grand tour. It takes all of your self-control to not repeat her gesture.

As she leads you from room to room, you cling to Brendon’s hand, wondering if he can imagine your life in this house as easily as you can. He catches your eye at one point as Sherri points out the detail work of the ceilings in the master bedroom and she must see the look too because she smiles and says she’ll be downstairs if you need her. She quietly leaves the room and Brendon takes you in his arms, pulling you close. “Is she gone?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod as her heels clatter down the stairs. “I want to fuck you in this room,” he murmurs and you gasp playfully. “Not now, of course. Well,” he amends, “that’s not true. I always want to have sex with you. But right now, in particular, I want to fuck you in our bed in this room. Look at it. It’s gorgeous. And those vaulted ceilings...your moans are going to echo so nicely in here. This is a room worthy of our sex.”

“You’re talking like we’ve already bought this house,” you tease and he grins, kissing down your neck as his hands curve over your hips. “Brendon…”

“Do you want it? The house, I mean. I know you want this,” he mumbles, rocking his hips forward into yours so you can feel him start to get hard.

“We need to finish the tour,” you tell him, moaning when his lips latch on behind your ear and suckle gently. “We need - Brendon, baby, yes please, oh god…we need to finish this tour…”

“Only because you asked so nicely, my love,” he whispers, patting your ass lightly. “Gonna make you feel so good later though.” You whimper and rub against him subtly. “Love you,” he says simply. “Can’t keep my hands off you.”

“I love you too,” you respond, rubbing more. “Don’t want you to keep your hands off of me. Want- oh, fuck you feel good…” you sigh now, clinging to him. “We’ve gotta be good, Brendon. We can’t play here.”

“I know,” he says with a frown. “Which is why we need to wrap up this tour so I can get you home.”

-||-

“Thank you so much,” you say to Sherri as she walks you to the door, clasping her hand in both of yours. “It’s lovely - I think we’ll be in touch.” You smile up at Brendon hopefully and he nods, shaking Sherri’s hand as well.

“Wonderful,” she says with a broad smile. “Please do. Drive safely now,” she waves again and shuts the door after you. Brendon wraps an arm around your waist as you walk down the steps and to the car.

He opens your door and closes it after you’re settled down in your seat. As he slings himself into the driver’s seat, he looks at you with a wide smile. “And now,” he says, resting a hand on your upper thigh. “Now you’re all mine. Gonna take you home and eat you out til we need to change the sheets. Then,” he adds, “I’m going to make love to my pretty wife.”

“I like how that sounds,” you say with a smile, letting your legs spread slightly. Brendon nods and his fingers slip in between your thighs now, stroking your panties with his middle finger. “Brendon…”

“Yeah, honey, keep saying my name. It’s a good warm-up.” He grins at you and puts the car in drive, middle and index finger pressing against you firmly as he heads for home.

[chuffyfan87]

It Started With A Kiss. Part 1a. (NSFW)

Set during Series 1. Events happen mostly as in the series but the chronology has been tweaked a bit in places. What if Charlie hadn't been so easily put off from pursuing Duffy?

-x-

Charlie stood not far from the entrance to the department smoking a cigarette. His shift had not long finished but he didn't feel in the mood to head home yet. He was too riled up, so he stood watching the sun rise over the building opposite hoping the view plus the nicotine now surging through his system would help to calm him.

He was coming to the conclusion that he'd never understand women. All he'd done was ask Baz if she was ok, she'd seemed preoccupied and upset. He'd been trying to do the right thing, behave how a dutiful boyfriend should, but she'd totally lost her temper and thrown a hissy fit at him. Well, sod her quite frankly. He closed his eyes and took a long drag on the cigarette. Suddenly a voice spoke from behind him.

"Smoking's bad for you, you should pack it in."

He sighed and took another drag. "You're one to talk about healthy lifestyles, Duffy, that breakfast I saw you gleefully tucking into earlier didn't look much like rabbit food to me."

She moved to stand beside him, folding her arms. "At least I keep trying. Have you even attempted to quit?"

"I'm not in the mood for a lecture. Just go away and leave me alone!" He replied more sharply than he intended.

"Just coz you've fallen out with your girlfriend. Don't take it out on me!" She countered and began to walk away.

"She's not my..!" Charlie snapped before pausing. He sighed. "Oh I don't know anymore." He shrugged.

Duffy stopped and turned. "Fancy a coffee to take your mind off things?"

"Sure, why not?" He shrugged.

They ended up in a small cafe a couple of streets away from the hospital. The conversation was light and Charlie began to relax. Duffy did always seem to know just how to make him smile. He found himself becoming distracted by the way her whole face lit up when she giggled. When he'd first met her he'd thought she was pretty but a bit thick. He'd quickly discovered, however, that despite her local girl accent making her sound like she wasn't the brightest, this kid had hidden depths.

"Charlie?"

Duffy's voice broke through his thoughts. He looked down at the table bashfully. It wasn't the first time he'd been caught staring at her. He'd previously gotten quite the lecture from Megan about inappropriateness after she'd caught him admiring the view when Duffy had bent over in front of him to retrieve something from a low cupboard during a shift. He'd brushed it off with the counter argument that he hadn't had much choice given the proximity of Duffy's backside to his face at that particular moment.

He gave her a crooked grin. "Sorry, you were saying..?"

She grinned back, unable to resist his cheeky charm. "Doesn't matter. I think we're both getting tired. Time to head home for some sleep before our shifts tonight."

"Yeh, you're right, it's getting late. I can give you a lift home, save you waiting for the bus?"

"Thanks, that would be great."

Charlie paid for the coffees and then drove the couple of miles to Duffy's home. They pulled up outside the block of flats she lived in and he turned to face her.

"Thanks for cheering me up, I really appreciate it."

She reached over and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze as it rested on top of the gear lever.

"Anytime, I had fun." She smiled.

Without thinking he lent over and gave her a light kiss. Pulling back he saw she looked shocked by his actions. He was about to apologise for overstepping the mark when she lent forward and returned the kiss. He reached out to cup her cheek, his fingers tangling into her hair. Her lips were warm and soft against his. He was surprised to feel the tip of her tongue slide along his bottom lip. He parted his lips and allowed the kiss to deepen.

A few moments later they parted. Duffy blushed and started to turn away. Charlie gently took hold of her chin to stop her, turning her face to look at him once again.

"I've wanted to do that for a while, kiss you I mean." He admitted quietly.

She bit her lip nervously. "Yeh, I've wanted to kiss you too but didn't think you were interested."

Charlie lent forward once more and kissed her again. As they parted he smiled. "Oh I'm interested."

Duffy turned to open the car door and climb out. She looked back over her shoulder at Charlie. "You can come up for a coffee if you like?" She suggested with a wink.

Charlie didn't need asking twice. He quickly got out the car and followed her up the stairs to her flat. They'd barely gotten through the door when he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him for another kiss.

She giggled as he kissed his way down her neck and nibbled at her collarbone. "Mmm, someone's keen!"

Charlie slide his hand down and grasped her bottom. Their kisses intensified as they stumbled across the room before toppling and landing on the sofa. Duffy gazed up at him and began to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. Charlie pushed up her top and began to grope at her breasts. She gasped as he ran his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric of her bra. His hand moved to work it's way up under her skirt. Duffy shifted to allow him better access but as she did a strange clunking noise came from the sofa. Charlie looked at her confused, his eyebrow raised.

Duffy blushed and giggled nervously. "The back of the sofa's a bit broken. I've been meaning to replace it but I was skint."

"Ah. Well, rather than break it further shall we continue this somewhere a bit more comfortable?"

"Sure."

They got up from the sofa and walked across the room to her bedroom. Duffy pushed open the door. Charlie glanced around the room, there were clothes and other items strewn everywhere including across the single bed that took up most of the space in the tiny room. Charlie tilted his head and regarded her with an amused expression on his face. She glared at him briefly but her face soon broke into a grin. She took a couple of steps towards the bed and quickly swept the clutter onto the floor. She sat on the bed, pulled her tshirt off over her head and lent back on her hands.

"Well..?" She smirked up at him.

Leaving the doorway Charlie walked over to the bed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as he did so. He lent over and kissed her. Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his curly hair. As the kiss deepened he pushed her backwards til she lay on the bed and then moved to press his body against hers. As they continued to kiss she could feel his excitement pressed against her as he lay between her parted thighs.

Once more his hands began to roam under her skirt, this time succeeding in reaching the edge of her knickers. He ran his fingertip under the lace edging, teasing her. He then pushed up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. Sitting up slightly he took a few moments to savour the sight of her lying semi-naked on the bed. She began to feel a little self conscious under his gaze. She was about to speak when he smiled and lowered his head between her thighs. She felt herself quickly grow wet as he used his fingers and then his tongue to pleasure her. The few men she'd been with previously had mostly only been concerned with how she could pleasure them during foreplay so this was a whole new experience to her and she found she very much enjoyed it.

He felt himself growing harder at the sound of her moans of pleasure. He sat back and continued to caress her with his fingers as he watched her orgasm wash over her. She let out a final long moan and then fell silent. After a few moments she opened her eyes, sat up slightly and saw he was grinning at her.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"I didn't expect you to be quite so loud." He replied.

She blushed. "Sorry." She mumbled.

He took hold of her hand and placed it over his bulging crotch. "Trust me, I'm not complaining."

Sitting up properly she moved her hands to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers. He shifted position so she could push them down along with his boxers, freeing his manhood from its constraints. Her eyes instantly widened and she bit her bottom lip. He was larger than she'd imagined even in her wildest fantasies. She reached out her hand and ran it along the length of him slowly.

The touch of her hand and the look of wide-eyed innocence on her face were very nearly too much for him. He tried to focus on a spot on the wall opposite him as he felt her take him into her mouth. He let out a deep moan as she sucked and grazed her teeth along the length of his cock. He looked down at her and it took all his self restraint not to come instantly at how deeply she took him into her mouth whilst still maintaining a look of pure innocence in her gorgeous green eyes.

Charlie quickly pulled back from her. He pushed Duffy back onto the bed. He crawled back between her parted thighs and entered her firmly. She let out a gasp. He pulled down the straps of her bra exposing her breasts as she wrapped her legs up around his waist to allow him to thrust deeply into her. He took one of her nipples into his mouth teasing her with his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth. Her moans spurred him on more, his thrusts grew harder and faster til he could hold back no more, he shouted her name as he came, his hot juices pouring forth into her before he slumped exhausted onto her chest.

A few moments later Charlie pushed himself back up and reached over the side of the bed into the pocket of his trousers to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. Taking one out of the packet he rolled onto his back and lit it before taking a long drag. He took a couple more drags before Duffy reached over and took the cigarette from him. He was expecting her to put it out and look at him disapprovingly but she took him by surprise as she brought the cigarette to her own lips and inhaled deeply. She smirked as she blew the smoke slowly out. He watched mesmerised, only snapping out of his daze as she began to cough.

Charlie reached over and took the cigarette from Duffy as she continued to cough. He took a final drag on it before extinguishing it in a glass of water on the bedside table.

"You're right, smoking is bad for you!" He smirked.

She glared at him. "I saw it in a film, it seemed like a good idea." She spluttered.

[surfacolyte]

Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 7

11.06.2018

Dear Diary,

Remind me that I never ever again jinx my day like this. I have seen some horrible...horrible shit today. NEVER AGAIN! PLEASE!?

Ok, long story short, Ilene found us a second nexus for magic, a bit smaller than the ghost place but what the hey, it's good to have two of them. So we go there and there's this rich kid witch circle (try saying that three times quickly) and we scare them off because entitled little shits need to be taught a lesson. I think the best part of this trip was when Ilene called that succubus-like spirit there and scared the shit out of this little girl. She was trying to do a spell of some sort and got quite surprised indeed. Perks of being able to sneak inside. ANYWAY!

We found this magical book and tried to take some copies of some pages because it's not nice to steal just anything when LOOK WHO COMES IN!? Detectives O'Sioda and Wilkinson! Oh, these two are the fuckers that interrogated us at our LAST nexus. This time we couldn't use the missing cat story so naturally we were a) surprised and b) in deep shit. Why? Because do you actually think that we had keys into this place? Fuck no, I can pick locks.

So what do officers red-head lady and built-like-a-brick-shit house do? They don't even ask us the time of day but sit us down and handcuff us to our chairs. Then they start asking us about a USB stick. Yeah, sure, I could have just said to them something like ”Mister and Madam officer, I, in all my silliness, have the wanted stick of the USB caliber in my possession for I did indeed seize it upon my visitation to Mr. Spalding, my deepest apologies, I know that your trusted derrieres shall take much better care of it than yours truly” but FUCK NO! I was threatened and tied up by gangsters because they wanted that stick, I was followed by O'Sioda and Wilkinson to the ghost place, these two aren't on street patrol, and now they are here and ask ME about a PARTICULAR USB stick they can't possibly have any info on UNLESS they're on a pay list of someone else than just the police department. I have nothing against the police but crooked cops....fuck them.

Oh yeah, when we didn't answer them, they silenced us with Ilene's little fabric pieces she had with her. I admit, they were with her just for that purpose but they were not supposed to go in our mouths. If we weren't sure before that these guys were crooked, the call their 'associates' that the disturbances had been restrained and that they could arrive there whenever they wanted. Good, great, there were more people coming in. Fantastic!

And then we get to the best part. Officer Philip Wilkinson comes to us and starts both threatening and harassing us. I mean, the guy smelled my hair, which cuts a bit too close to Esmeralda and Frollo and....fuck me, what he said.... ”I'll get it out of you, one way or another, and it doesn't even have to be a private interrogation”. Then the fucker almost groped Ilene and she was this close to crying. Thank fucking god he only felt up my shoulders and neck but holy shit was that horrible. I'm actually pretty sure that he would have both molested us and turned it into a rape and if he didn't get anything out of us...or even if he did.... he might have killed us or let his associates do it. I wasn't this scary when the gangsters tied me up and I don't think I've ever been this scared in my life. That was disgusting to say the very least. I was so fucking angry. And why didn't I free myself with my magic? Evil eye doesn't exactly help when you're tied down and supervised by two people. Ilene didn't have anymore spirits with her and I fucking tried using my empathy skills but it didn't work.

Then I sensed someone using magic. I was thinking that great, now the associates had come but no. Wilkinson turned to his red haired partner and asked about the reward and she answered something along the lines that they'd get it when the job was done. Then mister-big and-muscly strangles the read head unconscious and decides to tie her up as well. O'Sioda didn't really appreciate that and with some extra magic use from someone, Wilkinson cuffs himself. He gets on his knees and then is stricken unconscious..... by Amethyst Jeanes. Please, someone, tell me! WHY IS IT ALWAYS HER THAT HAS TO SAVE ME!?!?! This is fucking ridiculous!

Naturally miss blonde-perfect-and-heroic decides to annoy us with her presence and quips about our 'unfortunate predicament' but I wasn't really feeling it. We had just experienced threats of rape and murder so I really wasn't feeling her snarky remarks. Thank fucking god the woman has half a brain and she actually freed us. She was actually quite nice and asked us if we wanted to ask some questions of O'Sioda, now that she was wrapped up like a present..... Oooooh did we! We decided not to do it in there because of the 'associates' were coming so we did the classic Amethyst carpet trick and whisked the red head away to an empty warehouse. You know, for an uptight asshole, Amethyst does have some good ideas.

So we bring her to the warehouse and start interrogating her. She keeps her mouth shut and we try to find some way to get her singing. Someone had left  there some curtain clips and we used them well. Or, well, it took a while. When we had clipped her nipples and nearly done the same thing for her labia, she started talking. Apparently the cult of Mammon was after the USB stick and they would have paid hundreds of thousands for it, in cash! Now, I'm all for selling the information but I can get so much more than that. Besides, it would have been something akin to selling that stick to Amethyst so fuck no. From what I understand that cult is filled with rich, egotistical business men, who just want more money. Anyway, I digress. Naturally we didn't say ourselves anything about the stick for Amethyst was there and I'm sure that bitch would have wanted in on it. Eventually blondie took some very embarrassing shots of the lady, and basically said that if she even considered a revenge, those photos would go public. We left Loreen O'Sioda in that warehouse and said that we'd call for someone to pick her up. We just didn't say when.... I'd say we'll do it soonish.

All in all not a nice day at all. I don't know how close to rape and murder I came and I came this close to raping someone as well. I don't feel good about this, not at all. I had the opportunity to take it even farther but I didn't. I didn't want to. This had gone way too far already and I actually feel sorry for O'Sioda. She was just after money, like I was. Then again, she was willing to let her partner do lord knows what with me so.... perhaps I can be at peace with this? I'm sure I'm going to be sleeping poorly tonight. Me and Ilene came to my place, I'm not sleeping alone after this. Sorry, trying to sleep. I'm sure we'll just drink until the wee hours and then if I don't pass out, I might be able to get some shut eye. The gang members that were going to come and torture us we saw in the news, they had been shot down. Don't know by whom and at the moment I don't have the energy to ponder. Also, I'm almost certain that beneath that mocking expression Amethyst was actually a bit worried. I...actually ended up thanking her. If she hadn't been there me and Ilene would have most likely been at least raped.

I don't want to be thankful to Amethyst. I don't want to feel already molested by Wilkinson. What I want is a drink. I'd better go make two, since Ilene is almost done with her shower. Also, I don’t think this is a good shortening of the events, even though I did write long story short. Fuck it, the drinks!

- Erica

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Island Hopper-Chapter 8 : Iiokwe Eok (I Love You)

Jamie takes a day off work.

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Previously on Jimjeran–Chapter 7 : Labor and Delivery

Leika’s time has come.

    I did not sleep well.  Several times in half-wakefulness I reached out, patting a small space on the bed next to me, becoming conscious with a devastating sense of loss that something was missing.  I dreamed intense dreams of laboring, and woke up with my muscles clenched, my body sweating with the effort.  After I fell asleep again, I dreamed of sitting with Jamie cradling me between his legs, my back against his chest, his arms surrounding me, letting me press against his hands as I pushed.  And when the baby was born, she had wispy black hair, deep dark eyes, and mocha skin.

    In the pre-dawn hours I again woke, this time with the strange sense that my lower abdomen felt warm.  I heard whispering behind me, and slowly became aware that Jamie’s arm was over my side. Instead of his hand gently cradling my right breast, though, which seemed to be the sleep posture he typically assumed when he was unconscious, his hand was splayed over my belly, his thumb brushing against my navel, his pinky nearly reaching my pubic bone.

    I attempted to keep my breathing slow and even as I listened to my husband whisper. “A Dhia…Ye promised children in days of old, Father.  Abraham waited, and Hannah waited.  Ye sent promises for yer own son to come, and even then Christ came as a babe.  Chì thu a cridhe, Morair.  My precious Claire was broken last night, devastated by the reminder of what she doesna have. Ye’ve done things far more impossible, and ye ken I’ve no asked for much…”  His whispers changed into words I didn’t understand, so it must have been Gaelic. “O, Naomh, èisd ri mo ùrnaigh.”

    I felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment between a Man and his Maker, but yet I felt drawn to join Jamie, so I rolled over and tucked myself in the crook of his arm.

     “I’m sorry, lass,” Jamie whispered.  “I didna mean to wake ye.”  He pressed his lips to my hair, and stroked my back until I fell asleep again.

    When I finally awoke again, the light of day was creeping around the edges of our curtains.  Jamie was still next to me in bed.

     “Jamie!  Jamie!” I shook him by the shoulder.  “It’s past nine!  You’re late for school!”

     “Come back to bed, wee one,” he said.  “Mayor Timisen is subbing for me.  After ye went to Leika’s, I knew I wouldn’t sleep much. I asked him, and then went to school to write lesson plans.  He’s going to tell the kids Majel legends and teach some history.”

     “So, you’re taking a day off work because you knew you wouldn’t sleep well?” I asked.

     “Well, that’s not all,” Jamie said, his gaze dropping. “I remembered that wi’ Maxson, ye were heartbroken after.  I needed to make sure ye’d be okay.”

     “Hmm,” I grunted.  “That’s sweet of you, but I still have to give Depo shots this afternoon.”

     “Aye,” Jamie said, “But ye ken we’ve been married such a short time.”

     “What’s today?”

     “The fourth,” Jamie answered.

     “And when did we get married?” I asked.

    Jamie grinned.  “I thought it was the girl that was supposed to remember these things…it was November 10.”

     “Maybe not the girl so much as the virgin,” I said.

     “Maybe not the virgin so much as the one with a memory for dates,” Jamie retorted.  “Ah, who am I kidding?  It’s the virgin.”

     “Not anymore, though,” I said, diving under the sheets and making Jamie laugh.

     “Stop tickling me, woman!” he exclaimed.  “It’s no fair that ye ken where I’m sens!….itive.”

    He grinned at me as I came out from the covers.  “Ye seem happy today, Claire,” Jamie sighed.  “Are ye truly okay?  Do ye wish to talk about it?”

     “Maybe,” I said.  “Shall we go for a walk on the beach?  I feel like getting out of the house.”

     “Aye,” Jamie said.  “I dinna think we have enough water in the shower, though.  Let me draw water from the well and catchment while you boil some to warm up your shower.

    Jamie pulled on some shorts and headed outside with the five gallon buckets, while I started the pot of shower water on the stove and mixed up a batch of pancakes for breakfast.  Because he was always heading out bright and early, we didn’t generally have much time for breakfast in the morning.  I also set the kettle on another burner, and scooped some coffee grounds into the French press.

    In the light of day, the world did seem brighter.  It had just been exhausting to be there with Leika, to labor along with her, to hold a precious new life, and yet to say goodbye at the end of laboring, to leave behind that warm bundle.  I knew Jamie was going to want to talk about it, and I wasn’t sure what I would say.

    Jamie had a look of concern on his face as he came into the house with two big buckets of water.  One he placed over where we kept our drinking and cooking water, and the other where we kept our well water for washing.  “Can ye come wi’ me, Claire?” he asked.  “I think it’s my imagination, but I need a second opinion.”

    I’d pulled on a sundress in anticipation of heading out to the shower, so I followed him out to the catchment, where he opened the little door and stepped aside for me to peek in.

     “Do you think the water level is dropping?” he asked.  “I mean, doesn’t it look lower than it has been in a while?”

     “Yes, I think so,” I said, “but I haven’t really paid that much attention to the water level.  And,” I met his eyes with a smile, “You have been absolutely lovely about getting the water for us most of the time.”

    Jamie’s forehead was wrinkled.  “Well, I’ll have to keep my eye on it.  I know we havena had a big rain since our honeymoon, so there’s no been much water feeding into it, but I ken we’re not using it this fast.”

    As I turned away from the catchment, I caught my husband looking at my chest. He glanced to the left and right, then quickly kissed me and enthusiastically groped me at the same time.  

     “Jamie,” I objected, “We’re in public!”

     “Ye arna wearing a bra,” he whispered, grinning. “And I dinna have to go to work.”

    I shook my head.  “Usually I’d say yes,” I responded.  “But I’m feeling kind of fragile this morning.  Definitely later, though,” I finished, at the slight look of disappointment that passed over his face.

    After showers and breakfast there was still time before my afternoon clinic hours to get out of the house, so Jamie and I put on comfortable sandals and headed toward Jabo.  We started out on the road, stopping in to see Leika and the new little one farther into Ine.  Jamie cooed and talked to little Peach while I checked Leika and asked her a few questions, and he watched with rapt attention as I unbundled Peach and listened to her heart with my stethoscope, stroking her bitty leg and placing her tiny hand around his big index finger.

     “Aw, Ripālle, she’s so cute,” he murmured quietly, inspecting the perfect, tiny fingernails.

    When we left, he instinctively put his arm around me, and led me to the rocky ocean side beach, where few people put their homes.  Because of that increased privacy, we were able to walk hand-in-hand in silence until we reached the Ine dock.

    We watched the fishermen at their work for a while, and then from there we picked our way further along the coastline until we’d rounded a corner and were out of the sight of any people at all.  

     “Here,” Jamie said, reaching for my shoulder bag. He had stuck in his lightweight hammock and two straps, and he happily busied himself attaching the hammock to two coconut palms while I strolled along the rocky beach looking for undamaged shells.

     “Itok, Ripālle,” he said, finally.  It made me smile to hear those familiar words from him. Several minutes of writhing, wiggling, and adjusting our positions, and we were cuddled together in the hammock, slightly swaying in the breeze, shaded by the trees, with a view of perfect blue skies and puffy clouds, and a sound track of the ocean waves lapping at the rocky shore.

     “Can you tell me about last night?” he said.

     “Labor was hard for Leika.  Ralik and I used pressure points and massage to reduce her pain, but after hours of it, I felt like I’d labored right along with her.  I’ve never been pregnant, but I’ve wanted to be. I’ve thought about having kids, and so it felt like I was laboring along with her.  I was exhausted when the baby came.  And then I held Peach for several hours while Leika slept.  When I left, when I came home, it was the cold, empty spot on my chest, the feeling that there was something missing that got me to begin with.  And I was exhausted, of course.”

     “We talked about children on our honeymoon,” Jamie said.  “That seems to be one of yer deep heart desires, then, am I right?”

     “I get an ache in my stomach when I see a baby,” I said.  “It feels like being homesick or lovesick, just that gut-aching longing.”  

    Jamie squeezed me tighter.  “That feeling I ken well, Ripālle.”  He chuckled. “I feel it when I’m away from you, when I look at you.  I felt it the other night when you were on the bed instead of sitting by me talking to Jenny. I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

     “I can understand her reluctance to accept me,” I said, “and you did stand up for me.”  I buried my face in his chest for a moment.  “And you demonstrated your depth of feeling afterward, too.”

    Jamie laughed and I sighed, hearing the deep, familiar rumble against my ear.

     “Ye can see why I’m terrified of her, though,” he said.  I nodded in agreement.

    We dropped into silence, but I could tell from the way Jamie did some almost-sentence-starts that he had something to say.  I looked up at his face, and urged, “Go ahead.  Ask me.”

    Brow furrowed, Jamie said, “So ye say you’re twenty-seven.  That’s no very old at all when it comes to having children nowadays. Seems many people wait until they’re over thirty.”

     “True,” I replied, “but fertility decreases drastically with age.”

     “Now, ye are a nurse, so do ye ken much about, say, fertility treatments?”

     “A little.  A woman can track her early morning temperature—that’s called the basal temperature—and when it spikes mid-cycle, that indicates ovulation.  I also know that there are medications you can take if the woman isn’t ovulating.”

     “And then, of course, there’s sex,” offered Jamie. He nodded teasingly.  “I know about that, at least.  That when a man loves a woman, he plants a little seed inside her, and it grows into a baby.”

    I cackled, and that started Jamie laughing.  “Is that really all you were taught about sex?” I asked.

     “When I was eight and that was all I could handle,” Jamie said.  “But my da had the real talk wi’ me when I was fourteen, I think.  He told me everything.”  I looked up, and Jamie was wrinkling his nose in disgust.  “I didna want to think about him and Ma doing such a thing.  I couldna look her in the face for days afterwards.”  Jamie shuddered at the memory, and I giggled again.

     “If the fertility issues seem to be worse,” I continued, “there are treatments that become increasingly complicated and increasingly costly.  Like artificial insemination or in vitro fertilization, for example.”

     “That doesna sound like any fun at all,” Jamie said. “But when the time comes and we decide to try to get pregnant, versus not trying to not get pregnant…”  I looked up at his face and took a moment to appreciate Jamie’s confusion as he sorted through the statement.  “When that time comes, anyway, I’ll happily do my part—as difficult as it may be to be forced—to make love to ye frequently.”  He said it completely seriously, but I could see the good-humored twinkle in his eyes.

    I laughed again.

     “As many times as necessary,” he offered generously.  “Day or night.  Missionary position or…something else.  Happy to contribute to the cause.”  He giggled, a very unmanly sound, as I elbowed him in the ribs.

     “Seriously, though, Claire,” Jamie said, pulling me close. “If it matters to ye, we can make a concerted effort.  I have faith that it can, that it’s no impossible.”

    I tried to decide whether to tell him or not.  “I heard you praying for me this morning.”

    Jamie sighed, “I hope it didna upset ye.  I dinna ken whether ye believe in it or not, but prayer helps me release the things I canna control to Someone bigger.  And I felt it, when I touched you, the strong feeling that the two of us will have children in our lives.”

I pulled myself upwards to kiss him on the lips, my eyes moist with tears.  He stroked my cheek, and I closed my eyes, sighing at the comfort of connecting with him.

“Now ye feel in the mood, Ripālle?” Jamie exclaimed, as I kissed him with more enthusiasm.  “Now that ye’ve made me think of my ma and da doing it?  There’s no way in hell I’m getting an erection after those thoughts.  And besides, we’re in public.”  He mimicked my words from earlier, kissing me firmly, and urging me back to my position beside him.

“But ye know, we do need to be realistic,” Jamie said solemnly. “If we arna able to get pregnant, do ye still think life together can be good?”

“Oh, of course,” I said.  “We could work, or continue to serve in the Peace Corps in other places.”

“Like Africa,” Jamie said.

“Or Central America,” I said.

“Or the Islands of the Caribbean,” Jamie offered.  “Haiti, the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Cuba.”

“Or just this island I’ve heard about, called Arno,” I whispered.  “It’s in the Marshall Islands, and it’s beautiful.  I hear it’s a simple life, but it’s a good one.”

“Aye,” Jamie said.  “Iiokwe Eok, Ripālle.”

“I love you too,” I answered.

On to Chapter 9: Walk of Shame Claire adds to the list of “firsts” for Jamie.

Chapter Notes: When facing infertility, you do reach a point where you have to be okay no matter what happens.  You have to decide how far you will go, how much you will spend, and when you’ll be “done” trying.  It’s not an easy thing.  I remember the realization that life could be good either way.  It was sometime after making that decision that we ended up adopting our eldest son, who ironically is half-Samoan.  I ended up with my own adorable little islander!

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“Fool Me Twice” (Bad Boy!Jooheon AU)

(GIF Credit to @wonhontology)

Part One

Title: Fool Me Twice

POV: 1st

Rating: Mature. Smut, cursing, drinking, etc.

Summary: He says that you’re different, but he’s not the best at showing it. 

“So are you guys dating, then?”

“No”

My friend gave me a look like she didn’t believe me, and at this point I was only trying to convince myself.  

But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, because although we did sometimes do things dating people did, other times Jooheon felt like a stranger.

Since our first actual date, I saw him sporadically. He’d text me here and there, sweet-talk me, and if I was lucky we’d go out to dinner, or he’d invite me to the divey club he sometimes performed at, as I’d learned he did music.

At the end of the night he’d ask to come upstairs and I’d say no, and he’d act like he was fine with it (albeit he would whine and pout a little bit, which I kind of liked) then he’d go radio silent for a few days. He had a fragile ego, despite such a tough disposition.

I told him if he just wanted to fuck me he was barking up the wrong tree, and every single time he said that wasn’t his only intention, but he had yet to tell me what those other intentions were. I could never get a straight answer out of him, dressing up his replies in sing-songy jokes, and I’d get frustrated and tell him to stop texting me. We’d avoid each other for about 3 days until one of us broke down and asked how the other was doing.

It was complicated, and if you’re wondering why I hadn’t just cut him off completely by now, your guess was as good as mine. I don’t know why I kept putting up with him.

“Maybe you need to sleep with him” my friend said, stirring her thin straw idly around her coffee cup, shrugging at me. Now it was my turn to give her a look.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re just building up all this tension and putting all these false emotions on things. If you guys just get it over with, it’ll probably be easier to kick him to the curb”

It sounded ridiculous at first, and so very like something I would never do, but the longer I sat there considering it, the more it made sense. Our entire relationship (or lack thereof) was built on false hope and “what ifs”. If we just got rid of all that pressure between us, I could get him out of my system and let it be what it was.

“You know, I think you’re right”

“I’m always right” my friend smiled smugly, and I scoffed at her, but thanked her for lending an ear.

The more I thought about it, the more it excited me. One untamed, explosive night of pleasure followed by me, now clear of heart and mind, gracefully telling him I no longer had use for him, and going about my life, was just the kind of experience I needed, and I’d be purged of all hang-ups and clinginess. It was a great plan.

I felt triumphant about it all week, before anything had even happened, and when we spoke I felt self-assured about it, which must’ve bled over into our conversations because suddenly we were chit-chatting more than usual.

He invited me to a show at a small club where locals were performing, and he’d have a set as well. I had a love-hate relationship with going to these things when he invited me. On the one hand, he looked extremely sexy on stage, sweating and moving with confidence.

On the other hand, it usually got loud and crazy, and girls littered the corners waiting to pounce on any performer that left the stage, especially ones with cute baby faces like his. There was more than once I had stood to the side and watched him get swept up by a pretty girl, and he’d stand and talk because he loved the attention. It always put a damper on my mood, and once or twice I’d left without tell him. This didn’t deter him, though, and he seemed to like it. I think he fed off me getting jealous.

I agreed, and told him I’d meet him there. I made sure I looked extra good that night, taking my time to get ready and even putting on some make-up and perfume. When I walked into the crowded, smoky place, I could see the amazed look on his face from across the dimly lit room.

He hugged me when he saw me, and I tingled all over at his warmth and the thoughts of what was to come.

“You look nice” he said near my ear, then pulled back to give me another once over, his eyes raking over my body and undressing me with his gaze. “More than nice”

“Thank you” I gave him a cheeky grin, then poked his shoulder “you look decent yourself”

I knew he could tell there was something different about me, but he was into it. He liked when I loosened up, like I’d done in the bar that night we first met.

He got me a drink and told me he was on early and would catch me after. I stood in my usual spot, disinterested in everyone else, mostly sticking to my phone. A few passing patrons strode by to hit on me or offer me a drink, which was a little new and something I chalked up to the outfit and make-up. I kindly declined, except for one time when I knew Jooheon was looking. I had to give him a taste of his own medicine, at least once.

When he performed he had my full attention, as he always did, though I didn’t like to admit it. He had such a raw, passionate voice that it kind of made me see him differently in those few minutes he was up there. Sure, he was still putting on a front, but it was an inkling of something more, that he actually had interests and wants beyond hanging around seedy joints and ruining my day.

As always, when he’d finished there were a gaggle of people who wanted his time, but to my surprise he kindly bypassed them all and came back to me.

“You don’t want a moment with your fan club?” I asked, and he laughed.

“Not tonight” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and guiding me toward the bar. I had one more drink, 3 was good and plenty to give me a working buzz but keep me fully aware. Jooheon hung close to me all night, sometimes pulling me in and whispering things in my ear that made my face feel hot, but I kept my cool.

“You look so good” he said against the shell of my ear “I wish we were alone”

“Then take me home” I said back without missing a beat, and I would pay to capture the look on his face. He paid quickly and we left the bar without another word.

When the taxi dropped us at my front door, he hung around it in an unsure way, since he’d been here plenty of times before.

“I’d ask to come up” he started, lulling around with his hands in his pockets “But usually….”

“Tonight is unusual” I said as I unlocked the front gate to the apartment and beckoned him into the hall. He hesitated, then realized I was serious and followed me.

Up in my apartment, he kissed me like he’d never kissed me before.  We didn’t kiss often, only when I was feeling soft and he was being sweet, and even then it was never as frantic as it was in that moment.  His lips seared over my jaw and neck before coming back to my lips and consuming me, all while his hands groped and grabbed at any ample bit of flesh he could get his hands on. My nerves were hot and made my skin feel extra sensitive, somewhere between nervous yet eager. I’d never done anything like this.

I took him to my bedroom, not bothering to turn on a light as we fell to the bed. The moon was full and provided a luminous blue light through the sheer curtains, just enough to see what we wanted to see. He slowed down then, hovering over me with an intense stare that made me tremble all over.

“You really want this?” Jooheon asked me, pushing my hair back and cupping my jaw, and I nodded slowly. I could understand why he wavered, and yet was still thankful he asked. It was those tiny moments that hinted there was something else beyond the surface.

That was all he needed to hear as his mouth came crashing back down on mine, his eyes pressing closed with intent.  He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed down my stomach until he got to my skirt, and he made work of that, too, pulling the fabric down my legs and tossing it aside. I lay there in my underwear, bare skin to the moonlight, and he seemed to take a moment to admire it.

He slipped his fingers under my panties and took them down little by little, and when I raised my legs toward myself to help take them off, his hands came to hold them there. He kissed the side of one of my knees and his eyes shined up at me.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you?”

His words made my body flush hot and cold and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, watching as he planted kisses along my inner thighs, pushing my knees toward my chest. I shivered the closer he got to my center and he kissed around there, too, to places I didn’t even know were so susceptible like the spot where my inner hip joint connected.

Finally, a languid tongue pressed flat over my clit and his mouth followed, taking me as wholly as he could into his mouth and sucking. I let out a yelp in an octave higher than my usual voice and he hummed against me, delighted by my response.

His tongue moved in tight circles over my clit as his lips massaged the rest of me, and I felt my eyes threaten to roll back into my head, my hands clamping together.  It wasn’t as if I’d never had this done to me before, I’d just never had it done like this. I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm as soon as he made contact with my skin.

Without detaching from me, I felt his arms snake up my sides and pull my wrists apart. He guided them to my sides and laced our fingers together, giving me something to hold onto, and I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to melt in the middle of oral.

“Ah, Jooheon” I moaned out his name as my back arched up off the bed, using his hands for leverage, and I wanted to scream when he took his mouth off me.

“Hmm?” he purred in question, planting moist kisses over me.

“Don’t stop!” I begged as I dug my nails into his knuckles, and he chuckled low and vicious against me before he went back to where he started.

My eyes fluttered shut as my orgasm began mounting again, and I let out a succession of small moans as my breathing became shallow, and I knew that he knew I was close, because his motions became more insistent and stayed in one spot. I gripped his hands tight as I tumbled over the edge, whimpers pouring out of me with every wave.

Even after I was spent, he kept lapping at me with kitten-licks until I was squirming and had to push him away. He laughed, biting my inner thigh softly before he sat up.

“You see what you’ve been missing?” Jooheon asked me with a sly smile as he came back to linger over me. “I would do that to you every single night if you’d let me”

I felt all my muscles tense and then release into a shudder just thinking about it, but that wasn’t the point of tonight.

I felt his fingers between my legs then, trailing through my wetness and over my entrance, and I let out a staggered moan.

“You see how wet I get you?”

I wanted to be angry at him, but he was 100% right.

“Shut up and fuck me” I spat, one hand grabbing his arm and the other reaching down to the hem of his shirt.

I saw his eyes light up at my words, loving when I was vulgar, and he began to bit by bit press his two fingers inside me.

“Like this?”

I groaned at the sensation of my walls stretching around his fingers, but I shook my head.

“You know what I mean”

He continued to press the digits into me, curling them up and stroking the upper wall, which made heat sweep from my head to my curled toes, and a shaky sound left me. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I needed to be more proactive if this was going to go the way I wanted.

I sat up, grabbing onto his shirt and tugging until he pulled his hand from me and lifted his arms so I could take it over his head. I pushed him back, straddling his legs and undoing his belt, and he grinned up at me.

“You want it that bad, huh?”

I pulled off his pants and palmed him through his boxers, and he let out a sigh.

“I want you to stop playing games”

That held a lot more weight to it then I meant it to, and I think he got its double meaning, because the smile faded.

He didn’t have too much longer to think about it, because I had his boxers off now and was stroking his hard length in my hand, propelled by my gut instincts.  I pushed my hair back with my free hand and ducked my head to take him into my mouth. A jolt went through him, followed by a deep groan from his chest as he fell back against the bed.

“Fuck” he hissed as his hand fell to my head, caressing the back of my scalp. I worked him with all the prior knowledge and tricks I had up my sleeve, alternating with just my mouth and sometimes adding my hands into the mix, playing about the head with my tongue or taking him as far back into my throat as possible. He let out a string of tiny curses through panted breaths, and I knew I’d finally gained the upper hand on him. At last, he was the vulnerable one.

I came up for air, raising my head but still using my hand on him, and he let out a breathless laugh of disbelief.

“I knew you weren’t a good girl”

Jooheon sat up, pulling me into a ravenous kiss, re-positioning us so he was between my legs. I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, then tossed the condom to him. I was lucky I’d had those left over from my last boyfriend.

He prepared himself, and once he was ready he grabbed my legs and yanked me down the bed with a smirk, and I let out a tiny shriek that dissolved into a giggle. He pushed my legs back like he’d done earlier, only this time something harder and larger pushed against my entrance, and I let myself relax back into the bed. He entered me gradually, and sank inside my wetness with ease.

His thrusts were slow and steady, but powerful in how his hips snapped into the back of my thighs, jolting my whole body and making a ripple of pleasure rush through me with each one.  He towered over me in a power stance on his knees, enjoying that almost as much as he enjoyed being inside me.

But even he craved closeness, dropping down to kiss me without a falter in his motions. That stare that had mesmerized me the first night now bore into me with more intensity then I knew what to do with, so I held his gaze, one of my hands latching onto his shoulder for support.

When I looked back up at him, iris to iris, I swear I noticed something soften in the creases, and just as I was sure of it, he broke the contact and buried his face into my neck.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me, gripping his back and whining desperately into him. I could feel his breath coming out in hot tufts against my moist skin and his motions became harder and quicker, and I could tell by the way his arms trembled that he was almost there . I used my legs to  pull him into me, press down on him, tighten my muscles, anything I could do to bring him over the edge.

Finally, I heard his voice crack, a distressed kind of sound that marked his release, thrusts slowing into a stagger, and his body went limp against me. I felt him laugh a little through his pants, resting his head on my chest.

“It hasn’t been like that for me …” he paused “ever”

“What?” I asked, my body spent and my brain foggy with the residuals of our shared contentment.

“That…what we just did…it’s never felt…” He let out a heavy exhale and shook his head “nevermind”

I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but it made it feel like a thousand butterflies were beating their wings frantically against my insides.

Feeling his weight on me, the way he rested just over my heartbeat, I let a hand fall to cradle his head and stroke his hair, and I started to see the vision of post-coital, stronger and more self-sufficient me fading away.

The tender moment ended when Jooheon pulled himself up and out of me, asking me where the bathroom was so he could clean up. In his absence I laid there in the moonlight, sweaty and regretful. It had been nice, but maybe too nice. I felt my affection for him bubbling up inside me and I hated myself for it.

I went to jump in the shower after Jooheon, and when I came back I half-expected him to be dressed and out the door. Instead, he wore his boxers and t-shirt and was quite at home under the covers.

“Are you staying?” I asked with a raised brow as I put on a nightshirt and walked over to the bed.

“If you don’t mind” he said, giving me a pert smile. I shrugged and got into the bed next to him.

“As long as you don’t snore”

He wrapped an arm around me and he felt so warm, pressing himself up against my back.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding you” he said as if it were obvious “do you not like it?”

“I thought you didn’t” I raised my hands and did air quotes “do that with women”

He laughed “I don’t, usually, but this is a little different”

I rolled my eyes, I knew I was being cold, but the fact I didn’t feel any differently about him after finally being with him was making me bitter and angry.

“Did you just roll your eyes?”

“I did”

“You don’t believe me?”

“And why should I?” I rolled over to face him. “You don’t treat me unlike any other girl you talk to in bars. I’m lucky if you go two days in a row keeping in contact with me.”

He seemed taken aback by my sudden mood-shift, but he sat silent, letting me talk.

“I’m the biggest fool in the universe for thinking, even for a second, that I would be any different to you”

Curled up in my bed in the dark after having sex with him was probably not the best time nor place to have this conversation, but I’d been holding it back for way too long, and it was bound to come out sooner or later.

He blinked at me, and when I expected him to get mad, his face drew down at the edges into a solemn glance.

“This isn’t easy for me”

His voice came quiet and helpless, but I was too upset to let it slide.

“What isn’t? Actually treating me like a living, breathing, thinking human being?”

There was so much vitriol in my voice it scared me, and I realized this went a lot deeper than just me and him. This was years of being walked all over by men and, yet again, falling into a relationship where I carried all the emotional weight. That’s why I wasn’t dating anyone when we met. That’s why I didn’t go to bars and play coy like my friends. I was hurt, and had been hurting.

But when I looked at his face now, wannabe hard-ass Jooheon with quick words and charm, it didn’t dawn on me that he could be hurting, too.

“You’re right” he said in an even tone, casting his eyes down and pulling his arm away from me “I haven’t been fair to you, but I don’t do it to hurt you”

He paused a long, quiet moment and the room closed in on us.

“I was just thinking about protecting myself first”

Now this was something I could come to understand, and was probably the most honest thing he’d ever said to me.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I think about you all the time. I want to call you and be with you all the time and that’s terrifying”

I felt something tug at my lips, “wanting to be with me is terrifying?” I asked with a hint of humor in my voice, and he knew he sounded silly, too, but still fought to explain through an uneasy laugh.

“Look, I didn’t come from the most stable background, so I acted out. Love and affection are foreign concepts to me, things I don’t know how to deal with, so I kept my distance from ever having to deal with it”

I nodded, indicating I understood.

“Usually I’d just sleep with you and be done with it, but I kept coming back to you. No matter how many times I told myself you were just another girl, I couldn’t make myself believe it. That’s why I’ve been so back and forth about it.”

This was really all I had wanted to hear. I didn’t even need him to dedicate his life to me or sweep me off my feet, I just needed to know why he kept coming around and if this was just a game to him, or there was something more. I felt my anger melt off of me, and I lifted my hand to brush some hair from his forehead, and then let it come to rest on his chest.

“it’s not like I needed you to fall in love with me, I just wanted you to be real with me, and maybe try dating me like a normal person” I said with a small laugh, but Jooheon looked back up to me as serious as before.

“That’s the problem” he said in a voice so faint I almost couldn’t hear it “I already felt myself falling for you”

I swallowed hard and stared straight ahead, and was aware of how his heart started to thump harder in his chest under my hand. The last thing I expected was a confession like this, when all along I just wanted to know if he even liked me.

“Ahh” he breathed, rolling onto his back and covering his face with his hands “What are you doing to me?”

I felt myself smile and scooted closer to him. “I could ask you the same thing”

He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at the ceiling, shaking his head gently.

“But you shouldn’t be getting wrapped up with me” he said, studying the ceiling like the stucco had all the answers.

“Why not?”

“You deserve someone better. Someone with their life together, maybe someone who works in a big building like you do who can give you everything you deserve”

It was clearly another defense mechanism, even if there might be some truth to it. We were mismatched, but it didn’t stop me from letting it get this far.

“Let me worry about my own choices” I said, linking an arm around him “I’ll let you know if I’ve made a mistake”

He let his head fall toward me, sighing as he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed.

“No more games, I promise.”

“We’ll see” I said, and we fell into a gentle silence until both of us were asleep.

The next morning we talked some more, about our pasts and how we’d come to this point in our lives. He told me about his tumultuous family life and how he found solace in music, but with that came falling into a rough crowd. He wasn’t a bad guy, he’d just made some questionable choices, but he’d felt lately that he needed to get out and focus on something like a future. I told him about my sheltered upbringing, how I’d gotten where I was by playing it safe, but missed out on so much life experience in the process. He said he’d teach me to have a good time if I could show him how to be productive member of society, and we joked about it, but there was a nugget of truth to our want for the other to bring something new to our lives.

I asked if we were dating, moreso as a joke, and he said we were far past the point of simple dates.

“I want to be your boyfriend”

“That’s a big step” I said with an amused grin, liking that he was taking his new life changes so seriously, but also knowing I shouldn’t expect a miracle.

“It’s the only thing I’ve ever been 100% sure about in my life” he said so seriously that it made all my jokes dry up in my throat.

“Alright, but if you’re ready to take on that role, you’ve gotta be ready for all the responsibility that comes with it” I said, and he asked me to explain.

“It means keeping in touch with me, answering my texts and calls when you can because you actually care about my well-being. It means not flirting with girls at the bar after your gigs. It means actually doing things with me besides sex and drinking, although we can still do those things, too. ”

“Is that all?” Jooheon asked,“Pfft. Easy.”

“I guess we’ll find out”

“Well, hold on now” he said then, holding up a hand “that means I get some ground rules too, right?”

“I guess so”

“Okay, then if you’re my girlfriend I’d like if you came out to my shows to support me, and not leave half-way through the night. And you gotta learn to let loose more often and explore the world with me. Oh! And you have to wear that short skirt you wore last night AT LEAST once a week, because damn”

I fell into a fit of laughter against him and he grinned down at me. “Is that a yes?”

“Okay, sure”

“Good”

We sealed our deal with a kiss.

He went home and kept good on his word to keep in touch with me when we didn’t see each other for the rest of that weekend, greeting me with morning texts and asking how my day was at night. I was starting to think he was serious about being my boyfriend.

When I woke up Monday morning to nothing, I tried not to think too hard into it, maybe he was busy doing something else.  I sent him a text instead, and got ready for work as usual. By the time I got to the office, there were no responses, and my blood was starting to boil. I couldn’t believe after all of that, he was already back to blowing me off.

I was about to call and tell me to stay away from me for good, but when I left the office for lunch, he was standing outside with a grocery bag and a big smile.

“Did you think I forgot about you?” He asked, and when I came up to him I punched him in the shoulder. He acted like it hurt, but I knew it didn’t.

“You did that on purpose?”

He nodded “I just wanted to see if you would contact me. Plus, I was busy making us lunch” He said, lifting the bag.

“You cook?”

“You tell me” He said as he sat on a bench outside the building, pulling the bento-style boxes out of the bag and opening up a complete meal. My mouth watered at the sight.

“You get a pass this time”

“Is it because I brought you food?”

“Yes”

“Good to know” he winked at me and invited me to sit across from him. We enjoyed our lunch, humming our approval and enjoying each other’s company. I thought about how for once, neither of us were trying to fool anyone.

[diddlesanddoodles]

An Unconventional Homecoming...(G/T Dragon story.)

The wind was rushing passed at such a loud roar that it completely deafened the sound of the great beating wings keeping them aloft. The metal mesh pouch would have been vastly less hospitable without the thick red pad, as thread bare and worn as it was. However, it was very large and shielded her from most of the wind as well as the hard metal circlets of the metal mesh’s weave. The reaping chill of the cold night air she was shielded from as well not only by the sake of the pad, but also the enormous barrel chest of the ferocious dragon of whom she found herself victim. The metal mesh pouch and pad having been strapped quiet securely to the creatures breast by virtue of several stiff, strong, and well oiled leather straps. The hard cream colored scales radiated heat and had her current circumstances been different or even forgotten, she would have been perfectly comfortable. As it was, her circumstances remained just as dire and she just as terrified.

The beast had come in the night, under the cover of heavy rain clouds, just as the small caravan had settled in for a night’s rest under their colorful tents and wagons. Having spent the day transversing the rocky outcroppings of the Volum Stratus plateau, none of the travelers heard the low rushing sound until the light of the fires illuminated the great horned monster as it flew over their camp. In its wake, the gust of wind sent several tens flying and a shower of golden embers from the fires flying about. Her master’s wagon caught fire first and the dry straw packed in with the heavy silks and brocades and more expensive fabrics were aflame within mere moments. The gilded sign on the green wagon’s side reading ‘Thomas Towley Traveling Tailor’ was being chewed up by the smoldering heat from the burning wares. Her master was shrieking at her, his treasured and carefully powdered wig was askew and his face contorted into a facade that was almost comical in its panic.

“Water! Water, girl!” he shrieked, batting uselessly at the flames engulfing his name and painted likeness with a deep purple dinner jacket and cried out in dismay when it too caught the flames.

Yanna grabbed a water skin from one of the horses and dumped it onto the flames, but such a small amount of water did nothing against the roaring flames now. Towley waddled over to her as she watched the wagon burn and drew his short stubby hand across her face. She fell to the ground, shocked and in pain.

“Go to the water wagon and fill this bucket you filthy simpleton!”

She scrambled away fervently from the enraged man, carrying the bucket he had thrown after her. He was a short stoutly fellow, but his temper made up for any other inadequacies he possessed, hidden behind fine clothes and wigs and a false air of superiority. To Yana, he was a tyrant and a scoundrel. And the only person who ever showed her a lick of kindness since her mother passed away. If you could call it that. He gave her a job as his servant and paid her with food and board. It kept her off the streets and warm enough to live through the brutal northern months when they were not traveling the trade routes.  

But it was not an easy life. Made even more difficult by the sudden attack.  

The water wagon was begin assaulted by several other members of the caravan, crying for the driver to fill their buckets first. Yana was dimly aware of other tents and wagons catching flame. And then that terrible roar.

It split the air and shook the ground. People were flying away from the wagon, even the driver had abandoned his seat and was running. Belatedly, Yana looked up and saw the dragon’s vestige descend from above, talons as white as porcelain outstretched and yearning…

The bucket left her hands and plunked to the ground. The same ground that was moving away from her feet at an expeditious pace. There was a firm pressure around her middle and arms, an exuberant wall of heat above her and an intake of breathe that held the same likeness of sound as that of a blazing furnace. At first, she was too confused, too shocked, to realize what had happened. A moment void of cognitive understanding until a frigid gust of wind blew right through her, whipping her skirts around her legs, and drawing her back into herself. The dithering void gave way to horrid realization and she screamed.

The sound was carried off by the wind, dropping away from her like a stone. She struggled between the dragon’s talons, pulling at the creature’s fingers in blind futility fueled by primal fear. As unpleasant a notion as falling to her death was, that of being devoured by a giant winged lizard was far more so.

There was a displeased rumble from above her that made her bones vibrate. Movement ahead of her drew her attention and abruptly, she found herself face to face, er – face to snout, with the dragon, features illuminated by moonlight. His reptilian eyes stared at her in a peculiar way. Almost...admonishing? The edges of it’s mouth pulled downward, almost like a frown.

“Stop squirming so much,” the creature said in a voice that was startlingly human in sound. Despite the deep rumblings from his chest, the dragon’s voice was not a deep baritone or gravel sounding, but a soft tenor. “Or I’m libel to drop you.”

Yana starred, mouth agape. He was speaking Yazki. Her language. Not the common tongue spoken by colonials, but pure unaccented Yazki. The beast’s reproachful frown turned upwards slightly, amused. “I also suggest you close your mouth. Else you might catch a bird in there.”

She closed her mouth obediently, but continued to stare. However, the dragon seemed satisfied enough and flew on, giving no more notice to his captive. The shock lingered for a good while, thoughts and miasmic fear churning her insides into liquid and making her feel wholly ill. Somehow, knowing she was dealing with a sapient creature with enough intelligence to know, let alone speak with fluency, such an obscure tongue, made Yana hope she might reason with the dragon. Perhaps she could convince him not to eat her. She was small, too skinny, and surely after spending two months sustaining on hard biscuits and pickled eggs, she would taste ghastly.  

The dragon made for an innocuous ledge under a shallow sloped outcropping, made visible now that the rain clouds had dissipated, giving way to bright moonlight. The relatively small space was dominated by shrubs and brush, but the dragon did not seem to care and landed heavily into the thick of them. The talons released her and she tumbled back into a prickly bush. As she struggled to untangle herself and free her skirts from the groping ends of the shrub’s dry brittle foliage, the dragon rummaged around, poking and prodding and seeming to be searching for something.

“Ah-ha!” he said finally, pulling up from a collection of shrubbery a large sheet of metal mesh, the edges framed by strips of leather while still more leather, thicker and done up with buckles, looped around and connecting at each corner. Again, he delved back into the foliage before pulling up a thick pad, wide and flat, and covered in a well worn red fabric. The edges were worn down and the whites of its inside could be seen from a small tear on one end.

Taking advantage of the dragon’s momentary distraction, Yana removed herself from the bush and crept along the edge of the rocky ledge only to stagger back. They were incredibly high up, more so that she first wagered, and there was no easy slope down to the gully floor, but a sheer drop.

“Best keep back from the edge,” the dragon said in an easy tone. “Be a shame to lose you now after all that work.”

Yana yelped, and ducked for a cover of a large bush, peeking up at the large lizard. He had hopped up to the larger outcropping, a good ten feet above her head, and was struggling with the metal mesh sling. He had one leather strap settled on one shoulder while he fiddled with the buckle of the other one, the mesh square hanging across his chest. Now that she was some distance away from him, she could see his form proper and make out his coloring. From snout to tail, he must have reached an easy forty feet, with forearms close to ten from talon to shoulder. His neck another ten. Scales the color of ripened wheat ran the length of the beast while its chin, chest, and underbelly was a softer, lighter shade like fresh cream.  

At her startled squawking, his attention left the task at hand to her as she fretted beneath the inadequate shelter of a bramble bush and he regarded her curiously. “You do understand what I am saying, do you not?”

She nodded slightly.

“Oh good,” he replied, returning to fixing the leather strap. “I would hate to think I was yammering away uselessly. Good to see you were taught proper language at least.”

Yana did not understand why it would matter to a dragon whether or not his dinner understood him. Perhaps he had a taste for Yazki? Perhaps he held a preference to the tanned flesh of the natives than that of paler pinker colonials.

“We’ll be off again soon,” he told her with a frustrated grunt, pulling on the bands. “Once I fix this damnable strap!”

After another moment of muttered cursing, he seemed satisfied with it and then tucked the old red pad into the sling, sandwiched between the mesh and his chest. The dragon swung his head towards her, looking pleased. “All ready.”

Yana felt her chance to negotiate slipping away and as the Dragon made a move for her, one clawed hand reaching out to her, and she stammered in a high pitched plea, “Y-you don’t have to do this!”

The dragon paused and put his hand down. He looked confused.

“Y-you don’t have to take me anywhere,” she continued, slowly getting to her feet and edging away, mindful of the drop.

“No?” the dragon asked, lips pulling up into a slight smile. “Well, what shall I do with you then?”  

Yana felt a dangerous trembling to her limbs, fear and spent adrenaline having left her legs feeling gummy. “You could...let me go?”

“Let you go?” parroted the dragon as he settled himself down onto the ledge. He draped his forearms over the side, causing small bits of rock to chip off. “After all that work to get you? Would be an awful waste.”

She gulped. The flippant disregard he showed for her sank her meager hopes of escape. The playful glint in his eyes made him seem all the more predatorial. Like a great cat playing with a mouse.  

“And what would you do if I did?” he continued. “Stay here on this ledge? Wait for the vultures and scavengers to pick at you once the elements have torn you down?”

He tutted at her. “Such a shameful waste.”

She had no answer. Somehow, in her mind, she had assumed she would be more sure worded in her arguments. Fight a little harder. In reality, she could not even muster the courage to speak the words ‘please do not eat me’ for she fear that if she did so and he answered her with a rebuttal, all she would have accomplished would be to affirm her fears. And as odd as it was, Yana did not want to be told that she was going to die. No matter how true or certain. So barring that, she could pretend a little. Linger on for whatever time she had left bathed in blissful ignorance.  

The dragon was still watching her in gleaming amusement that turned her face red in anger and resentment. “Well?” he asked when she offered no protest. “Shall we be off?”

She did not answer. Instead she pulled into herself, looking away from the large imposing form of the beast, and tried to keep the tears back. The dragon seemed to mistake her silence for assertion and easily plucked her up from the clinging bramble before slipping her down into the metal mesh rigging he had affixed to his chest. The cushion under her was stiff and old, the passing within compressed from years of use, but it was not uncomfortable. The scales of of the dragon’s chest were smooth and hard and did not pinch her as she would have thought. Overall, it was more pleasant than dangling front his claws.

As they went aloft, she quietly sobbed into the folds of her skirt.

………..

She was jostled awake as the Dragon landed. Her sleep had been deep, but unrefreshing and she felt exhausted and ill and dreadfully cold, despite the warmth from the dragon’s body. The flat stone expanses of the plateau was gone, replaced instead with mountains, shallow slopped and green with a light frost. A frigid mist settled over the valley below.

Yana rocked with the sway of the dragon’s gate, still strapped to his chest. She twisted within the sling, trying to get a better view of where they were just in time to see the mouth of a cave open before them. There was a soft amber glow from within the darkness and as the dragon entered, she could hear muffled voices that abruptly stopped as they approached. The cave was warm, heated by a lit brazier that sat within a large round hole in the ground, some thirty feet wide and eight feet deep. Gathered around brazier were several other people. No, not just people…

...children. Much like her. A few looked her age, a couple younger than her, and one a little older perhaps. But they were all decidedly young, no older than fourteen. There were three boys, all dark haired and tanned skinned. The tallest had a round baby face and was noticeably plumper than the rest. The next boy was rail thin, lanky with a mop of wild and unwielding curls of black hair, wearing a green tunic and brandishing a stick that he had been poking into fire, the ends burnt and smoking. The last was a boy of perhaps nine, small and meek, his face hidden behind tendrils of long black hair secured by a red leather head band. Of the girls, there were two. One looked a little older than Yana, wearing her hair tied back into a neat braid down her back and dressed in a maid’s uniform, the kind worn by those in service to the great houses of Port Yardley. Yana knew the place well, having visited many times as her Master had a sizable portion of his clientele there. The last girl and youngest of them all was a small girl, no older than six or so, dressed in brown rags and silently sobbing. She had the same rough textured black hair as they all did, but her eyes were a startlingly bright blue instead of the warm honey tones of native Yazki. She was mixed. Part Yazki, part colonial.

It made for a bewildering sight and Yana wondered why the dragon had gone to such trouble of collecting Yazki children. Perhaps he hoarded children instead of gold or jewels? Or perhaps he intended to gather enough of them to make a fitting meal. One of them would hardly satiate the appetite of a forty foot dragon, she was certain. They all regarded the approaching creature with open fear, the smallest girl making a strangled sounding wail as the older one tried to comfort her, holding her close and rocking slightly. The boy dressed in green held his smoldering stick like a sword while the two other boys huddled closer to the far wall, not looking at the dragon.

The dragon studied them all, seeming pleased. “Good, you’re all here, then. No more escape attempts?”

He seemed to be speaking to the boy in green, who just glared back and raised his stick. Ignoring the boy, the dragon began to undo the strap at his shoulder and once he had loosened it a bit, he reached into the sling and pulled Yana out. He sat her down at the bottom of the hole with the others, nudging her towards the brazier with one long clawed finger. “Go warm yourself. It won’t do to have you catch ill.”

Yana willingly went to the fire, holding her hands up to the blazing light and allowing the heat to thaw out her chilled fingers. The dragon was thoroughly perplexing and Yana was no longer certain that he intended to eat any of them. Aside from the original snatching, he had given her no true reason to fear him. He had spoken to her with gentle tones and the amusement she had interpreted as being patronizing, but she was no longer sure of her initial assessment. Before she would entertain the idea of asking outright, the dragon had turned away and was gone.

No one spoke to her as she warmed herself, but she did notice that the boy in green was watching her as well as the older girl. But their was no malice in their eyes, only reserved curiosity. The smaller girl had calmed down some now that the dragon was gone and after a little while was fast asleep in the elder girls arms. Sufficiently warmed, Yana chose a spot against the wall and sat down.

“What’s your name?” asked the older girl.

Yana blinked at her for a moment before replying. “Yana.”

“I’m Edee. And this is Olive.”

She nodded, looking down at the sleeping Olive. She did not look peaceful, appearing despaired even in her dreams. They all looked as downtrodden and morose.

“How long do you think he’ll keep us here?” Yana asked, keeping her voice low.

Edee shrugged, looking absently over at the fire, dancing embers reflected in her eyes. “I’ve been here two days.”

“Do you know what...that is, did he say why?” Yana asked, thinking that perhaps one of the other children had been brave enough to ask their captor his intentions.

Edee shook her head. “Not really. He doesn’t tell us much of anything. Just makes sure we’re all accounted for, that we’ve slept, that the fire’s still lit, and we eat whenever he brings food. He gets grouchy when he thinks we haven’t eaten enough.”

Yana frowned at that.

“Got to make sure your cattle are well fed,” muttered the boy in green, poking the ground with the end of his stick. “You want them nice and plump before the slaughter.”

A chill ran down her back. “Is that why we’re here do you think?”

“Of course it is!” he replied acidly, looking up at her. “What else would he need us for? No, he means to fatten us all up. Make better eating of us all. We may be here for a few days, maybe a month. We can’t move about much. All we can do it sit and get fat. Like Anki.”

The largest boy, doughy and round bodied, jerked to attention, glaring at the boy in green. “Stop it Faer.”

“He’ll probably eat him first,” Faer continued on, ignoring the other boy.

“Shut up, Faer,” growled Anki.

“Since he’s plump enough already,” Faer retorted, glancing sidelong at Anki with an expression that made it obvious that the smaller boy was intentionally trying to rouse the larger one. And it worked. With a roar of rage, Anki jumped up and ran at Faer. The two tumbled into the dirt and rolled, fists flying and fingers grabbing hair. Olive had woken up at the kerfuffle and was sobbing again.

“Stop it!” cried the third and smallest boy, rising from the floor and rushing over to his fighting fellows. He started pulling at Faer’s arm, trying to pull him off of Anki. “You’re not helping any. He’s gonna hear you!”

“STOP THAT AT ONCE!” The dragon’s voice was painfully loud and Yana flinched, curling into a ball and clamping her hands over he ears. He loomed over the hole, glaring at the two entangled boys who were now fervently pushing away from each other, sending nervous glances towards the clearly angry lizard. Faer got to his feet first and made to move back to his spot against the wall. However, the dragon reached down and swept the boy up in one large clawed hand, bringing the boy up close to his face, lips pulled back into a sneer and showing off rows of deadly sharp teeth. “What do you mean by this continuous anarchy?”

For a moment, Faer did not seem able to answer, unable to tear his horrified eyese away from the dragon’s mouth, so very close to him now. Yana had scooted closer to Edee, watching on in horror and fully expecting the dragon to kill the boy any moment.

Reptilian eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question.”

“N-nothing! I don’t mean anything!” Faer stammered. “He attacked me first!”

The dragon’s gaze flickered over to Anki for a brief moment, the other boy visibly flinching in resposense. With a humorless huff, the dragon turned back to Faer.  

“Unprovoked as well, I assume?” he asked dryly, one eye ridge tilting upwards. “First that silly escaped attempt and now openly provoking fights? Must I keep you strapped in the harness for the rest of our time here?”

“N-no, sir,” Faer replied, looking pale. “I-I’ll behave.”

The dragon could not look less convinced.

“I promise!” Faer pleaded, squirming fervently. “P-please...”

“You’ve two strikes now, boy,” the dragon replied in clear displeasure. “Best make sure that it does not become three.”

The dragon lowered Faer back down, allowing the boy to scramble away, but followed him with slanted pupils. Faer found a spot well away from the others and sat down, thoroughly cowed and shaken. Looking over his captive audience and sensing the near palpable tension, the dragon sighed, all the ire draining away. “It won’t be long now, children. The others will be here soon and we will be done with this horrid business for good.”

Yana felt ill. His words were very non-reassuring. What horrid business could he mean? It certainly sounded foreboding.

“P-please, sir,” Anki pleaded in a quivering voice. “W-what’s gonna happen to us?”

For the first time, the dragon appeared quite apologetic in his mannerisms. He lowered his head closer to the lip of the hole and when he spoke, his words were soft. “Do not be afraid, children. All will be well. There is much you do not understand as of yet, but you are in no danger. Those demons cannot reach you here. They’ll never hurt you ever again.”

There was a confused murmuring from the children and they exchanged bewildered glances.

“Demons? W-what...what demons?” Yana asked.

“The invaders,” the dragon replied as though it was obvious. “Those...colonials.”

“So,” asked the smaller of the boys, the one with the red headband who had tried to break the fight up. He spoke with reserved expectation, just a spark of hope. “You’re... not gonna eat us?”

At this, the dragon’s head snapped up, neck pulling back as though struck, and his eyes widened into large orbs. Looking thoroughly scandalized, his head turned to each child in turn, lingering a tad longer on Olive as she quietly whimpered into Edee’s chest. His expression was wholly mortified as sudden understanding washed over him. “E-eat you…? Oh, Gods above, no! Is that what has...oh, dear. That’s why you’ve all been so terribly frightened! No. No, dear children, no. That is not why you are here. Not in the least!”

There was a moment of silence as the dragon’s words sunk in and there was a palpable release of tension from them all. Anki burst into relieved tears. The dragon regarded them all sadly, slit pupils widening. “What a fool I am for not seeing, for not thinking of it. I assumed you all would...ah damn it all. Of course you would think that. Of course you would. You do not know the Yazki ways. You see me as the invaders do. A man eating monster.”

Yana was somewhat startled to find herself giggling, running a hand through her hair, and feeling washed in comforting reassurance. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as her body and mind began to relax.  

“T-then...why? Why did you steal us away? Did we do something wrong?” Edee asked, honey eyes pleading for further understanding.

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,” assured the dragon hurriedly. “In all of creation I daresay there are no creatures as innocent as you lot. As for the rest, I protest your choice of words. If anything I have stolen you back. I have rescued you.”

Yana felt very confused. Rescued? From what?

“What have we been rescued from?” she dared to ask and could not help a small startle as the dragon’s attention turned to her. His eyes narrowed.

“From the invaders!” he replied with fiery ire. “Those kidnappers and murderous devils. They came to our lands years ago, attacked our people, and stole your parents away from us. Made slaves and beasts of burden of them. We have search and schemed and tracked them across the continent, but for many of them, we were too late. The six of you are all that is left of the original seventeen who were lost to us. We did not, could not, rest until every person with even a hint of Yazki blood was returned to us. We’ve waited many years for this moment, for you all to finally be delivered home to us, to our people.”

Relived that she was not destined to become the dragon’s dinner, Yana was no less confused. Rather, now she was very much bemused as to what the dragon was referring. She knew her mother and father had been captured by colonials and sold into service, but...what was all this talk of them being of the same people? As far as she knew her own heritage, dragons were not Yazki and Yazki were not dragons.

“...are dragons and Yazki...friends?” Yana ventured.  

The dragon looked confused and perhaps a little insulted. “My dear, girl. I am Yazki. Just as you are.”

She turned this bit of information around in her head, repeating it and still she found it incomprehensible. “I...I do not understand.”

The dragon grumbled something under his breath, but she did pick out a few choice words. “You will in time. Perhaps when the others arrive, they can explain it in terms that I cannot. But yes. I am Yazki. Head of the Zolto family. Each of the five families have sent along a winged clansmen to bare you home to our valley. In fact, they should be arriving by midday.”

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The third man - Part 3 – Such a tease

Summary: You and Bucky rule the underworld of whole of New York, always grasping for more. When your eyes land on a brand-new toy, you can’t resist. Will the golden boy, New York’s highly decorated Detective fall for you and the games you play?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader, Cop!Steve x Mobster!Reader, possible Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader x Cop!Steve

Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, T’Challa, Thanos (mentioned), Pietro Maximoff (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, language, tension, making out, groping, a hint of fingering, violence, mentions of roofies, mentions of sexual intercourse/affairs/anal sex (m/m)

A/N: Please be aware this series has nothing to do with the movie “the third man”. The title will make sense in later chapters.

A/N2: Divider by @firefly-graphics

The third man Masterlist

Another busy night at the club makes you itchy. Bucky is out of town for a deal with Thor, your best friends are away doing god knows what and you are alone and bored, forced to watch the club.

“Such a sight,” Tony purrs, sliding his fingers over the counter. “Where is your devoted husband?” you dip your head, faking a smile as Tony orders a drink.

“On the house, Captain,” you wave at the bartender, nodding as he asks if the drinks are still free for Tony. “What brings you here, into our shady establishment, Ton’s? Shouldn’t you be home with your fiancé.”

“I wanted to ask you about Rogers. It’s been two months since you asked me to help you get him into your clutches, but nothing happened,” you smile sweetly, hiding you know Tony is far from being on your side.

“I changed my mind, Tony,” sighing deeply you nip at your drink. “I think, Bucky and I are the best constellation. No more toys, boys, or girls distracting us from our marriage.”

“OH-you are serious,” brows furrowed Tony watches your face, but you play your role well when you silently nod.

“You see, Rogers is a handsome guy, and I bet he’s a beast in the bedroom, but he just doesn’t get me going, Ton’s. You were always such a good boy, Tony bear,” you move your hand over Tony’s chest, smirking as he starts to pant heavily. “We trusted you, you trusted us, everyone got a slice of heaven.”

“Heaven, yeah,” Tony licks his lips, remembering the nights he spent in your clutches, and Buckys. “We were good together.”

“We were, Ton’s, but I want you to have a good life with Pepper, baby. She is a great catch, smart and beautiful. I’ll not ruin your luck for a quick fuck in the restrooms,” Tony nods, still his cock strains painfully against his slacks.

“You’re right, Y/N,” he finally chokes out, watching you order another drink. “Playtime is nice but at the end of the day, your heart and body belong to Bucky, no one else.” You dip your head, smirking at Tony.

“I would have given Stevie a chance, but he was impolite, hurt my feelings by accusing us of killing poor soul for looking at me. If we would do so,” you grin wickedly, jerking your head toward a table with college boys, “those idiots would be dead by now.”

“Shall I talk to them, kick them out?” Tony watches the boys watching you, not liking the way one of them licks his lips. “I can arrest them.”

“Tony bear, we are on James Buchanan Barnes territory, sweetie. If anyone would dare only to have a bad idea, he will regret it,” pointing toward T’Challa you laugh at Tony’s worried look. “He’s my shadow, for the time Bucky is away, Tony. Clint is somewhere around too, just like Pietro and Vis. I am crazy, but not stupid.”

“Bucky is always prepared, I see,” while you turn your attention toward the bartender to order another drink, Steve hides in the shadows, watching you and Tony. “Will you excuse me, darling? I think Pepper waited long enough.”

“Greet the pretty baby mama, and buy her that goddamn house she wants, Stark,” winking at Tony you snicker as he rolls his eyes, excusing himself in a hurry. ‘Sorry, Ton’s but you are out of the inner circle.’

“Another one?” College boy asks, stepping closer and you look at T’Challa, silently telling him to not intervene. “What does the pretty lady want?”

“See the ring at my finger, it belongs to the owner of this club,” you raise your hand, showing the boy your diamond ring and the golden wedding band. ”Do yourself a favor and leave me alone, buy your buddies a beer or two, enjoy the atmosphere, music, and drinks.”

“Lady, you are extraordinary, and I don’t want to miss to buy you a drink, no strings attached,” you dip your head, glancing at his friends. “Promised. Scouts honor.”

“You mean you want to buy me a drink and distract me to slip something inside,” the boy turns pale and you snicker, now looking at T’Challa, nodding to signal he shall keep an eye on your new friend. “Be honest, why did you come over here? Did you believe a grown woman like me would jump into your car and have a ride on your pitiful dick? Pathetic, my little friend.”

“No need to be a bitch about it,” the boy sneers, getting up from the barstool he occupied. “From the distance, you looked hotter and younger, bitch,” the last word barely left the boy's lips before his face hits the counter.

“Little boys shouldn’t play with grown women nor should they use that word to address them,” Steve scolds, pressing the boy's face into the counter.

Clint waits for your instructions, ready to jump in but you shake your head, letting Steve play your hero.

“Detective Rogers, again you saved my honor,” you smirk, enjoying the way Steve’s muscles flex holding the boy down. “I think that you earned the drink I promised to you.”

“I’ll arrest that guy and you can order a drink for me, doll,” again you look at T’Challa who walks toward Steve, offering to take care of the boy.

“Show him the way out, his friends too. Check if he has any roofies or crap, call the cops. I think they tried to drug girls and take advantage of them,” Clint already takes care of the college boys, ‘showing’ them the way out. “They are not wanted at our club, tell Thanos so.”

“I am on it, Y/N,” T’Challa nods, giving Steve a warning look. “Tell me if you need me again.”

While you turn your attention back toward the bartender, Steve sits next to you.

“You have to excuse T’, he’s always worried about me. He’s not my bodyguard, you know, he’s like a big brother to me.”

“Nice big brother,” Steve grits out, hearing the boys scream when T’Challa, Clint, and Pietro drag them out of the club. “He looked like he wants to rip me apart.”

“He might do so, if you are not nice, Stevie,” you batt your eyelashes, licking your lips lazily. “I was just kidding, Detective. T‘ is a good guy, would never hurt anyone on purpose.”

“I will have to rely on your word on that, doll. I mean, he doesn’t have a file, but this means nothing in your kind of business,” Steve smirks, taking the drink you offer to him.

“Shirley Temple for you, without any alcohol as you are here to observe me and the club. You can have a look around, investigate as much as you want to,” you lean closer, sliding your finger over the arm he rests on the counter, “but you won’t find anything, Stevie. No drugs allowed. The girls are all at legal age and get paid well. The alcohol ain’t adulterated either.”

“What about your men? What did happen to the boys after they got kicked out?” You nod at Clint who walks toward Steve, handing him a card.

“Detective Miller will answer your questions with pleasure. He found coke, roofies, speed, and other shit in their pockets. We didn’t hurt a hair on the boys head, that’s a matter of fact,” Clint smirk, placing the visiting card onto the counter. “I’ll be around if you need me, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Clint. Tell T’ he shall go home to his wife and stop hovering over me like a mother hen. That man has a family,” you roll your eyes when your friend shakes his head at your words.

“You like them,” Steve watches you blow a kiss at Pietro, smirking as his cheeks are shades of pink. “Family or just friends?”

“Is there a difference? We stick together in good and bad times,” you sip at your drink, turning on your barstool to look around the club. “When Loki came to town, he tried to take over Bucky’s territory. We were close to losing it all, no money, power, or strength left.”

“I did you a favor by taking him down, huh?” You snicker, patting Steve’s thigh. “You owe me one if I did, doll.”

“No, Romeo,” teasingly squeezing his thigh you face the tall cop who tries to bring you down. “Loki, he learned the hard way that, even though, we had no money left, our men stood by our side. We are family, not friends or people paying them.”

“Family, nice thought, Y/N,” he hums, watching Pietro flirt with one of the waitresses. “Pietro, he’s one of your former lovers’ brother – right?”

“Well done, Mr. Rogers. You found all the people I had dirty and kinky sex with, Detective.” Your hand creeps higher, fingertips resting close to his swelling dick. “Do you know I fucked her wife too?” Color creeps into Steve’s cheeks, letting your smirk grow.

“Don’t be all coy now, Detective,” you lean closer again, a dark look on your face. “We both know you talked to Tony bear. Hmm, Tony was such a good boy for me and Buck. Did you know he likes a good prostate massage, Detective? It made me cum so hard when Bucky was balls deep inside my Tony bears little ass.”

“What the...,” Steve chokes on his drink, making you giggle at his flushed face. “I didn’t need to know anything about my superior’s sex life.”

“Why? You asked him questions about me, Bucky, and my life. You did not stop your investigations until you knew about my dirty affairs,” you pat his cock, licking your lip as you can feel his size.

“You’re a fucking tease, darling,” Steve slips off the barstool to cage you against the counter. “Do you know what I like to do with girls teasing me?” he breathes into your face and you, well you grip his dick tightly, squeezing him roughly.

“Oh-Detective, I can’t wait for you to tell me about it. Come on, Stevie, say it,” you snicker, running your hand up and down his dick. “I bet when my Bucky is back you want him to tell you how to please me, big boy.”

Steve squares his jaw, gritting his teeth hard to let the vein at his neck become visible. “If not for the people here, I’d like to bend you over the counter and punish you for your behavior.”

“I am flattered, Detective,” looking up at Steve with big eyes you give him your best pout, “sadly you talked with Tony bear and ruined my feelings for you. Such a shame.”

You slip off your chair, ducking under his arm to walk toward the restrooms. Steve follows you, not caring T’Challa and Clint jerk their heads toward the cop behind your back.

“Fucking tease,” he’s pressing you against the wall, close to losing control. His lips inches from yours, one hand between your legs Steve pants heavily. “I will tame you, doll.”

“Better men tried to do so, Steven Grant Rogers. You are not the first one who tries to tame me, sweetheart,” you grind against his fingers, looking up at Steve as you grip his hand to guide his fingers up and down your sex. “Sadly, I am not allowed to play with you without my husband around.”

“Pity,” Steve presses his free hand against the wall, watching your grind against his digits. “Let’s review when your husband is back, or maybe when you can sneak out to let me show you how good I can tame you.”

“No one tames me, Detective Rogers. Not my husband. Not Tony bear, not anyone,” you purr, rocking your hips slowly.

Lips brushing yours Steve retreats his fingers, a shit-eating grin on his lips. “See you, doll…” and then he is gone, leaving you one the edge of an orgasm, panting heavily.

“You son of a bitch, Rogers…”

“Calm down, my friend,” Steve smirks, leaning in the door frame. “She’s ready to comply,” he smirks now, offering his friend a beer.

“Do not underestimate that little succubus, Steve. She can trick you with one snap of her fingers or hips, whatever you prefer,” Steve’s friend smirks, giving his conspirator a wink. “This time we will have to teach her some manners.”

“Damn, in the restrooms I barely could hold back. I need to feel her wrapped around me,” his friend nods, giving Steve a knowing look.

“Soon, Stevie she’ll be a good kitten for us…”

“How was your trip? Did Thor agree to the terms?” you snuggle into your husband’s chest, sliding your finger over his metal arm. “Rogers was at the club. I think he wants to play, Buck.”

“Do you want to play,” Bucky smirks when you look up at him, nodding eagerly. “Does my little kitten want to show the golden boy her claws?”

“I want to play, baby,” you whine, rubbing your hand over Bucky’s erection. “Can we play, Bucky? Please, darling.”

“Yes, of course, doll,” Bucky smirks, watching you straddle his lap, rubbing your pussy over his length. “We are going to play…”