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Confessions you didn't notice

Chapter two. Birthday mess.

Sam's birthday went according to plan. In the morning I managed to catch her on the way back from training (and I even managed to cover my ears and not go deaf from Paulie’s screams!) and gave her a gift.

“Wow! Is this a ’snakebite’?! I didn't even dream of it. You're an angel!”

“Glad you like it. Evening plans are still valid?”

“Of course. That will be me and you only. Phyllis is on duty today, but I'll take her out for lunch. And Cap,” she turned around, looking at the dust slowly settling after her boss flew past, winding another circle, “had let me go early today”.

“What a generosity!” I deliberately clasped my hands. “Are we sure we’re there will be no one else?”

“I didn’t plan it. Remy is on Patrol around the abandoned ruins, Arlo, as usual, has carloads of papers and reports for the evening. And he also was talking about a bunch of commissions for materials. Well, he probably just came up with an excuse,” she shrugged with annoyance.

“Oh... that will be mine commissions, it seems. The poor fellow will completely drive himself away at this rate.”

“Don’t worry, he’s crazy like this every autumn. Just another week and he will calm down. He’ll just become an ordinary grumbler again.”

“With some itchy feet,” I couldn’t help but add quietly. Sam burst out laughing and ran off.

We had a great time in the evening as expected, collecting a ton of tokens from Django’s. I think we even emptied his entire prize pool till next year. He looked annoyed at first, but then he expressed his joy out loud and called us walking advertisements for an arcade.

Two days later I was persistently reminded that it turned out to be my birthday. Even pa sent a postcard from somewhere in his wasteland. Just amazing! He should have dispatched it at the beginning of summer for it to arrive in time. Ginger sent me a great necklace by the mail. I don’t usually wear this type of jewelry, but she will definitely be pleased if I come to a party in it. Gust sent... what is this, an umbrella? And with my signature stamp? He is crazy or something? By now the whole city should have noticed that I really hate umbrellas! And those hats are also dumb! And just then it started to rain, how predictable!

From time to time appearing at home between trips to work, I was surprised to observe the endless flow of townspeople at my fence gate. They looked around very funny, leaving boxes and parcels at the mailbox. Many gifts were without signatures or cards, but it was not difficult to guess the giver. In the mailbox there was even a note with threats and a demand to sell my workshop and get out. Probably Higgins...or those loser scammers. Well, let's see what kind of loot I’ve got. There is food from Emily and Martha, a cool warm jacket from Carol (I've been meaning to order it for a long time!), a carpet from Gale, another carpet from Sonya, a cool pot of flowers from Alice. Oh, what else is there? The box contained exactly the same black dress as I wore on that ill-fated day. The sweepingly and beautifully signed card read: “Shine bright too! I love you. Antoine!” Wow. ‘Black glow’? That’s unheard of. Well, okay, so there will be a spare one if I screw up somehow. And this is where the boxes end. And letters, too. Oh, wait. At the bottom of the box was a letter from Petra with blueprints and congratulations. And a very official paper from the Civil Corps with an apology for the delay of my commission and hopes for patience and calm. Damn red-block-head! But at least he definitely didn’t eavesdrop.

Sam found me late at night diligently threshing punching sacks. We had a nice chat and exchanged news. She handed me a cool roomy bag with the logos of Flying pigs stitched over as decorations. Hand sewn, that’s amazing!

“Do you like it? I wasn't sure since you didn't answer my question.”

“Amazing!” I couldn’t contain my delight and hugged her tightly. “Where did You get it? There are so many pockets, you are a miracle!”

“I bought the basic one from Carol and spent a long time fiddling with the decorations. It turned out a little clumsily, but I...” She drawled guiltily.

“Are you kidding?! In fact, it’s hard for me to imagine you doing needlework and here it is! When did you found time? No one has ever bothered like this for me before. Well, mom, maybe. And it was very long time ago so I almost don’t remember her.”

“I'm glad I guessed right. Cheer up, kid, I need to run further along the route before anyone notices that I’m skiving.”

Having assured that all the urgent work was going as it should I crawled away to rest. The weather was pleasant in the morning; the mud from yesterday's downpour had even dried out. After reporting on the projects to the guild, I decided to take a leisurely jog around the pond to relieve some turmoil from my head. Relieve, however, did not happen – obsessive thoughts followed me around. We even didn’t have a proper conversation. It's a pity. Maybe I should seek him out again? Come on, that's bullshit. I have much more important things to do. Gale has generously piled me with interesting work again, so I’ll try to throw myself into it and just wait till the rest of the fall. Apparently I made the wrong wish on the Day of Memories when I was releasing a flying lantern into the sky.

Until next Friday I honestly kept my promise to immerse myself in work. I fulfilled several large orders, took inventory, went through a bunch of paperwork, and, while making another small commission, decided to beat up my training dummies.

“Are you training?” out of surprise, I jumped abruptly high in the air and in a turn stroked the visitor with my knee in the shoulder.

And Arlo didn't even wince.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that sneaking is bad? And you have to knock!”

“Somebody once told me. And I knocked. Your fence gates are always opened anyway. Great shot, by the way!” He rubbed the bruised area, shook himself off and continued. “So just how busy are you?”

“It depends on what do you need me for. Are we expected to save the world again?” Remembering the last episode with the sewer repair I asked cautiously. I really didn’t expect that he would show up in person! Finally!

“No, it’s not that bad. I just got a little carried away and broke my training dummy. Can you make me a new one?” He nodded towards my equipment for blowing off steam. “I see you already know how – you don’t even have to look for blueprints. Will you take my commission?”

“Wait a minute. I made one for you recently. What did you hit it with, a hammer or something?”

“As it turns out I need something sturdier.”

“Okay, just how urgent is it?” And why do I keep thinking that I’m missing the chance to ask questions that are of much more interest for me?

“Can you have it done before the Snowball Battle? I don't want to miss my training for so long.”

“I have one condition. No, two.”

“I'm hanging on your words!”

“You still need to have a break from your training. You have been delaying my orders for the third week a row!”

“Sorry, something happened,” he shrank guiltily.

“I know what could have happened to you!” I blurted out, shaking my fist at him. Is it just my imagination or is there someone giggling there from behind the fence?

“What is the second condition?”

“I want to challenge you to a snowball battle. I have already beaten you in land run, but in the martial arts tournament I consider it was a technical draw.”

“A draw? You knocked me out of the finals! I didn't even understand how it happened. Twice.”

“So, you remember. And then Russo almost broke all my ribs. I should have left him to you. Or at least get some proper sleep before that fight...”

“Come on?! No preparation and you just rushed to thrash the butler. And if it’s of any consolation I didn’t have a chance against Russo either. He used to be a Civil corps leader after all.”

“Don't change the subject. I still have to invent an arlo-proof dummy, you know.”

“Yes, sure. I don't usually do snowball fighting, but why not? I haven’t done anything other than work and training for a long time.”

“Well, before I forget. How did your exams go?”

“It’s better not to ask,” he immediately drooped. Was it really THAT bad? He was running around like crazy all month.

“It's a pity. Sorry. So my lucky fist-holding didn't work. Next time I'll cross my fingers for you. They say it works better,” I made an appropriate encouraging gesture.

“It’s okay, I’ll survive. Looks like I'm still not good enough.”

“Then they are all blind there if they think so.”

Putting on an air of importance he cheerfully said goodbye and disappeared again into the landscape behind my fence gate. Just like deja vu. Looking for clues for the task he had given me I decided to visit Petra. We spent all day brainstorming and finally came up with a plan. There's just a little bit left to do – I have to get everything done in a week, unless urgent problem is rushed onto me. I had to hang around in the ruins all weekend and replenish supplies of materials; if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to start testing my arlo-proof-something by Wednesday.

On Tuesday morning Arlo reappeared on his own out of the blue. Sure, I don’t usually immediately notice if someone is looming around the fence, since it's such a common thing. There is always someone running around my place as if it is some tourist attraction. And almost half of the heads usually sticking up over the fence here are all red, well, including my own. I perfectly fit into the picture here, nothing more to say.

Why is Arlo acting so strange? So very weird. He just walks back and forth in front of my fence gate but for some reason he doesn’t try to come in or knock. So I decided to hail him myself.

“Arlo? Hey, come in, don’t circle around there or you’ll trample a hole in the road!” I shouted from the height of the second floor of the assembly station. Zero reaction. What's wrong with him? “Sky to the Captain, do you copy?! Captain Arlo, confirm the operation status! Repeat: confirm the operation status, Captain!”

“I asked you not to call me so!” He pouted, but at least he restored his touch with reality. I'll save this feat for the future.

“Come in, I said. I’ll come down soon,” I pointed with my hand into the yard, “or, if you’re not in a hurry, you can wait for me in the house.”

At the second offer he somehow stretched himself out with some nervousness, shook his head negatively, and in a couple of jumps found himself near the workbench. Having finished assembling another very important thing, I went to find out what was going on felling intrigued.

“Are you’re looking for your dummy? I planned to finish it tomorrow, well, Thursday at latest. I still need to test it, at least minimally.”

“Are you going to hit it with a pickaxe?” Hinting at the obvious difference in strength, he nodded towards my rather battered punching sacks hanging near the stable. “But no. That's not what I'm after.”

“Then what's up?” I wiped my hands with a rag and inquired.

“I was thinking. Maybe we can go somewhere together? Tomorrow.”

“Are bandirates invited to this party? Or maybe an ensemble of jumping dancers? An honor guard from the city administration? We seem to have agreed on a fest on Friday.”

“The festival is still valid, of course. But I would like to do something, well, more tranquil.”

“For example? Just don’t offer to go jogging and training!” I wonder if I’m daydreaming again, or is this a date? Judging by what I know, it’s definitely not his promotion party.

“How about we go to Django's? Then we can book an arcade hall or take a walk to the beach.”

“Beach in winter? Your tastes are little specific, you know.” I pointed out slightly sarcastically as I was trying not to show my excitement.

“I would suggest a haunted cave instead, but it’s slippery there now. And also cold. The atmosphere is the best, of course. It's creepy and disgusting. You may get sick, and instead of having fun you'll end up with a full pack of new problems”.

“Fair point. So tomorrow, a restaurant. In the evening?”

“Yeah, let's go in the evening. In the morning the hall is packed. At lunchtime there are always some of the bosses present. This will be no rest either.”

“Then where do we meet and what about the dress code?”

“I can come to fetch you. By seven. Is it fine?”

“Are you ignoring the second question on purpose, or is there some hidden meaning?”

“On this matter I am only a so-so adviser. I'll leave it you. Just make sure you're warm and comfortable enough. I know you’re still not very used to the snowy winter.”

“Acknowledged. I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow,” we bumped fists in goodbye.

In joyful anticipation I cheerfully completed most of the work planned for the whole week. I even managed to go and report on everything urgent. All that was left was that arlo-proof dummy. Sam caught me finishing it the next morning.

“Wow, what a monstrosity you are building here!” Her delighted voice came from behind the fence.“Can I check it out?”

“Come in, just don’t touch anything yet. It's not really bolted. I still need to tighten it up a little more and check it. And just then it will be ready to be screwed to some fairly heavy stand. So I just drove it into the ground so far. For tests.”

“Did you call a tester?” Sam inquired busily and patted her boxing glove with her hand.

“Let the owner test it himself. I really hope that at least he won’t hurt himself in the process”.

“This thing will be moved to the headquarters?”

“Bingo! Certainly. I'm already working on the second design.”

“What a colossus!”

“Yeah, I’m very interested to see how he’s going to get this thing uphill. I have never seen any transport usable to moving up the ice slide that the ramp in the park has turned into.”

“He'll figure it out. For the sake of resuming training he will do just everything. I was surprised that he even cleared away all the papers! Has he sent you all your materials? Or was I running around for nothing?”

“As far as I remember I still need leather and fur. I managed to get some for urgent orders myself. So, I'm not worried yet. But if there’s some lying around at the headquarters, just whistle and I’d better come and pick it up. Oh, by the way. Your order is ready too, I was going to catch you tomorrow. Wait a minute. And pass me that metal thing, please.”

“Oh, great. Glad I dropped by.”

“Are you in a hurry? I could use your help.”

“Not too much. What’s what you need?”

“A trivial girly thingy. I've nothing to wear.”

“Now that is interesting. People don’t usually come to me for something like that,” she laughed.

“I’m not going to ask Antoine for help and then be unable to get away from him. He gifted me a dress, can you imagine? And even signed a postcard.”

“Come on?! Show me!”

As we entered the house together I opened the closet and invited my friend to rummage through it while I washed myself off after the dirty work.

“So how do you like my booty?” I went out in my usual home attire, preparing to inspect my scarce selection of clothes.

“Here is plenty to choose from. So what’s the occasion and plan of the event?”

“I would have liked to know the occasion myself. I've been told it will be a restaurant and a walk. The sequence is arbitrary. Also I don't want to suffer from frostbite. And I don’t want to look like an unwashed miner either. As such, everything is as usual.”

“Okay. Then let's try this out” Sam surprisingly quickly put together a cool set for me. Then another one. And another still. How come I’ve got so many clothes?

As I’ve tried out everything offered, we looked at the clock and found that lunch was almost over. So we had to finally choose and we settled on a practical classic. As result two almost identical girls, a blonde and a redhead, looked at us from the mirror, smiling provocatively. The difference was in the details and some little things. My jacket was warmer and longer still, bright blue – made of Slurpee leather. And the jeans were perfect – gray, with a lot of pockets. My only warm and non-slip boots also fit well. I’ll even wear my new necklace with these. And also I’m going to take with me my current favorite bag.

“You are my savior! Drop by on any weekend – I’ll treat you to home-cooked lunch.

“Splendid! They say you almost beat Django in the Cook off. Sorry I missed everything. Usually that competition includes a lot of my favorite dishes.”

“Let's catch up then. And here's your order.”

To pass time til the evening I decided to tinker with the paperwork that I usually do on Saturdays. However, Arlo did not appear at the appointed time. Nothing new. I was about to go “test” his order, and I even got to made a couple of test kicks when I heard noise from behind the fence.

“Look what the cat dragged in! You can arrange transportation for your new toy,” I began instead of greeting and waved my fist invitingly.

“Oh can I try it out?”

“Just without zeal. I already thought you wouldn't come at all.”

“Sorry. I was sorting out complaints from one workshop. It turns out that you are accused of stealing a pickaxe. A bronze one!”

“What kind of jerk took a risk? I have had only iron ones for a long time. You know that.”

“Yeah, well enough. That's why the investigation took so much time. I had to collect evidence in the first abandoned ruins in order to prosecute him for libel. He will be an eyesore for me until the end of the week in the jail now,” he said indignantly but rather threateningly, and made a couple of test blows at the dummy.

“It was Higgins, wasn’t it? Ugh, I'm sorry. Consider yourself forgiven. And as such you already punished yourself for being late.”

“So generous. And this toy turned outto beexcellent! I had no doubts, of course. You’re a great builder after all. But you managed to exceed all expectations.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a basement anywhere? Otherwise it might, uh, break through the floor or something.”

“Don't worry. I won’t put it on the second floor, but it’s the clinic where there is a basement, not our place. Are you ready?”

“If you are ready to give up trying to break this monstrosity. At least until Sunday.”

“Yeah, sorry. Let's go. We should practice together sometime.”

“No way.” I closed the house and checked the gate.“I won’t spar with you anymore.”

“And why is that? It was great! I enjoyed it very much!”

“Because I still plan to beat you in the tournament next summer, of course!”

“And just how will joint training interfere with this?”

“You will be ready for my surprises that way. That's not very interesting.”

“Do you have any other strange techniques up your sleeve?”

“Just you wait and see.”

“We've arrived.” Arlo opened the door, letting me in first. Well, that's nice.

Oh, a cozy little fenced-in nook. Seems like a good spot, not too close to tables intended for large groups or business meetings, but, to my sorrow, uncomfortably close to the entrance and also in a draft. That's where we headed. Why am I so nervous? Well, I only dreamed about this for almost a whole month. Cheer up, girl! So, I allowed myself to be pampered a little tint bit, and we sat down opposite each other. The distance seems to be decent. Calm down, Melissa, breathe. Nothing is happening yet.

“You said that you come here often.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Then explain such abnormal excitement around.”

“You think so? It seems like it's always like this.”

“I don’t know how to put this. Usually when I get here, that’s either Sam who pulls me out into a noisy crowd of people or I just hang out alone at the counter and sometimes discuss new recipes with Django if he's not too busy. And now it feels like as soon as we entered the entire staff dropped what they were doing and began circling nearby.”

“If you hadn’t pointed this out I wouldn’t have noticed. For some reason such a stir happens every time I come in.”

“So it's clear. This means that in an hour at most the whole city will already be gossiping about seeing us here together.”

“And so what? Just let them say and think what they want. This doesn't bother me at all. Does it disturb you, maybe?” To my surprise he really guessed it! It’s unlikely that he’s always hanging out privately with the girls here. Otherwise Sonya would have already told everyone. Now she’ll definitely talk about this little visit of ours, oh crap.

“Not that much. Maybe on the contrary it will be beneficial and yield more orders,” I said, putting on an overly cheerful appearance. It’s also quite possible that those Nora of his will bite me in the face later. Who knows what these church apprentices are up to?

“By the way about orders. I mean what are we going to order?”

“Let me think. Will we have separate account? I'm quite happy with today's dish of the day, a couple of crepes for dessert, and some hot tart drink like tea or coffee.”

“If it’s more comfortable for you, let’s have separate.”

It is not at all surprising that Sonya was hovering somewhere nearby and instantly materialized as soon as Arlo waved his hand. We said hello again I told what I wanted and discussed the conditions. Then it was my companion’s turn and he immediately ordered a total five of his least favorite dishes. I was terribly surprised and immediately tried to talk him out from this dumb idea.

“Wait, you don’t like sweets. And you’ve said SO many times that you can’t stand steamed potato fruit. Are you sick by any chance? There are also three sweet dishes and even a dessert. Arlo, what's wrong with you?”

The waitress chuckled softly. Really, she knows better than anyone in this small town each persons preferences in food. There is nowhere else to go here to be honest.

“I was quite healthy this morning, thank you. I don't know I just wanted to try something new. Or give this food a second chance, something like that.”

“Okay, we’ll always have time to add something else.”

Sonya accepted our orders and finally left, smiling mysteriously and gracefully swaying her hips.

“So, how it is? Do you regret moving here yet?”

“No way. Apart from this cold winter and an excessively humid, rainy summer, I am quite okay. I'm not swallowing sand each time I need to go outside. And the skin does not crack if I forget to hide it from the sun. And my job is really interesting. I even have made some friends! And there is a small but pleasant bonus: my aunt can’t reach me here and has finally stopped trying to micro-manage my life.”

“How‘ s that?”

“Well, you know. She breathed down my neck all the time with her advice. Don’t talk with these people – they’ll teach you all bad things! Just tie the knot and be fixed for life. But you’re not allowed to be friends with this guy and that gal. Blah-blah-blah and stuff like that. She was so overbearing that she even distracted me from studying and working normally.”

“Understood. Sorry for asking.”

“Come on. Here I can at least breathe normally and be myself. Do what I want. Talk to everyone I like, and not with those who passed Kendra’s selection.”

“Do you think I'd pass?”

“Well, it's a good question. I didn't even think about it this way. Besides, I just don't give a fuck anymore. If she’d not like you, that would be her problem! It’s quite enough that I like you. But if you insist I can speculate what it would look like. Just for fun.”

“Try it, I’m curious, if it will not make you sad.”

“Well considering what I've heard about you from others... Hmm. I suspect she would be over the moon that I have a friend like you. Kendra would brag to all of her friends, driving away their ugly, boring momma's boys. But I just won't let this happen, okay? I only recently stopped receiving trainloads of letters from her demanding to account for every step. “

“Well, I haven’t seen something like this before, and it’s hard for me to comprehend it right now. I won't ask again, I promise.”

“Agreed. It’s like we came to have fun, not to pick at sores.”

“Exactly,” he was still noticeably saddened, even hovered a little. Somehow the conversation wasn’t going well, and I started to get even more nervous.

Our order arrived. Predictably, as Arlo never liked sweets, he turned even sourer. And he also flatly refused the offer to order something tastier or at least filling. Oh, damn it, what to do with him? I should have confessed to him near the house and found out everything! There are too many extra ears here, and it feels like they are all crowding around. I can’t ask about exams as he would have told me about work himself. In a fit of panic I fidgeted with my bag, I don’t quite understand what I was trying to find there except for keys and a set of tools. A first aid kit, maybe?

“Wow, what a cool bag do you have here. Did you do it yourself? I want one too!”

“No, it was not me. And there will be no repeat, this is a one-off.”

“Why is this?”

“It’s a present. Handmade. So it’s really hard to repeat.”

“It's a shame. Wait, a gift? From whom? Was there an occasion?”

“I won’t say from whom. But there was an occasion, yes.” I tried not to dwell on my disappointment from that day about how my “best friend” didn’t show up and didn’t even congratulate me with a postcard.

“I missed everything, right? How long ago?”

“In the fall,” Sonya came to put away the dishes, eavesdropped and tried not to giggle. I'll discuss it with her later. At least not in front of Arlo.

“Sorry. You were probably waiting, right?”

“Let’s just say, I hoped. At least that we could just meet up and chat. I definitely didn’t expect an apology for the delay of my order that arrived by mail. I missed you, by the way!” Oh, that was too loud. It seems like a couple of plates broke somewhere near, just a little short of reaching the kitchen.

“Can you pinpoint a date? I understand that I should have known this myself, but it has had totally washed out,” oh, what a guilty tone his voice has. I almost liked it.

“Not surprised. You were completely absorbed in the upcoming test. Twenty fifth.”

“Exactly. That was the last three days of preparation and run-up for the training ground. I utterly screwed up,” he hit himself on the forehead with his palm.

“Do not worry. I usually don't celebrate. This was I think the first year in the last... ten, or such that I had some festivities”.

“What kind of gifts do you like? Well, for the future,” have he perked up or something? It's nice.

“It’s hard to tell right away. I usually like something practical. The girls gave me a whole bunch of warm clothes. Now there is something to wear for work in and something fancy for special occasion. Just in case, I’ll tell you right now if you haven’t figured it out yet. I DO hate umbrellas! Anyone who dares to bring me an umbrella or any other thing that resembles it as a gift is at risk of getting it back, stuck up their ass and opened!”

I heard the door opening and the completely indecent laugh of Sonya and her group of friends three tables away. Antoine cackled louder than anyone, even the chandelier above them swayed. Well, guess who got here... I think I have problems. It's probably too late to leave. I shrank all over in my seat and tried to pretend to be a decoration on the wall, checking the situation with my peripheral vision. The laughter can still be heard, but it seems that the storm had passed. Gust walked past with a poker face and disappeared somewhere at the entrance to the arcade hall. His pig jumped funnily after him. Now it was I who had to hold back my laughter. Arlo without any reaction to Gust calmly continued:

“Do you have any wishes?”

“About gifts, or about this evening?”

“Both.”

“I’m not going to the arcade now, okay?” I nodded towards the person who came in. “I don’t want to see him with his sour face. It will ruin the whole mood for me.”

“Understood. Let's bug out then? “He winked conspiratorially and helped me to get ready to leave. Just in case I left a generous tip for my part of the order. I hope my hint will be taken.

We walked out into the refreshingly cool, clear night. The city had not yet begun to decorate for the winter festivals, it was quiet and calming. The yellow lanterns shone comfortably. I was really proud of making them! The shops had long been closed, and on the way to the Central square we didn’t even meet anyone. Sam's light wasn't on – she was most likely on duty. I was very relaxed so I didn’t even notice how we ended up at the swing near the school. But why not?

“Do you want to swing? New competition?” Arlo perked up noticeably and cheerfully sat down on the second swing nearby, as soon as I sat down on mine.

“You wanted quiet leisure time. Don't overexert - you'll fall out. Or wind will inflate your head,” I slowly began a test swinging, “I have a light form of motion sickness.”

“Then why did you do such tricks at the land run?”

“I had to quickly dust off my rusty skills. I have a complicated relationship with horses. And that stallion, moreover, was rented and too nasty. But it was fun!”

“Never DO that again. No one would even notice in time that something went sideways! You looked so confident.” I can hear rising anger in his voice. “And for your skills, we’ll come up with something if you wish.”

“Personal riding instructor? Sounds tempting. But first I will have to fix the issue with the stable and look for an opportunity to buy a horse. I need to wait until that tame filly I noticed at McDonald's grows up,” I said and then immediately imagined how ridiculous it all would look. Crap.

“Maybe you can start with something more trivial? Llamas are quite good for taming.”

“I hope this isn’t a veiled insult about my petite size. It's enough that Sam teases me about it regularly. But she's allowed to.”

“Why should I tease you? I like the way you are. And, by the way, why should Sam tease you? You two are almost of the same height.”

“It’s not really about height,” I jokingly pushed him under the elbow with my palm, slightly disturbing the balance of the swing. “We quickly befriended, and I got tired of her calling me builder. It was too formal. She called me “little fella” or “kid” one day and it stuck. Strange, because it’s not much shorter than my actual name. But I didn’t argue anymore.”

“Understood. Don't push me, or we'll get swings twisted.”

“Come on, I don’t have the strength to move you.”

“But you still managed to win a spar.”

“I’m still convinced that you gave in.”

“I wouldn’t have thought,” he got from the swing and walked around me from behind and grabbed the chains of my swing right above my hands. Satisfied, he looked down at me and offered to swing me. Starting to blush deeply, I nodded in agreement. For some time, only the rustling creaking of the rig was heard from above. I need to come back here sometime soon and oil all the bearings.

“Is it okay? Not too fast? Not frozen yet?”

“Fine. And what?”

“You look so good with such a blush on you, you know. It's getting late. Do you want me to lead you home?”

“Only if you come up for tea,” the swing gradually stopped.

“I don’t want to abuse your hospitality. Let's leave the tea for another time, okay?”

“Deal,” I got off my seat, and we headed towards the stairs.

Having climbed a few steps up, Arlo turned around, waved his hand at me and said: “See you Friday, sweetie!” and sped up the hill.

I'm looking forward to it. Wait, how did he call me? I definitely misheard!

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WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

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"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

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Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

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You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

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Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

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(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

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You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

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Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

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momentofmemory · 4 years

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hello, i ADORE the way you use and pair fonts. i was just wondering if you had any tips for using more than one font in an edit? (Such as mixing cursive and non-cursive, etc.) if you've answered something like this before, my apologies!

nonnie!! literally never apologize for asking me to scream about fonts; they live in my mind rent free. 💜i’ve mentioned a vague collection of fonts i like here, but i’ve been meaning to do a post on how to combine them for awhile so thanks for giving me an opening to do so! so, without further ado, a few tips & tricks.

1. FIGURE OUT THE VIBES OF YOUR SET FIRST.

Like colours, fonts have a certain feeling/energy to them and should match the emotion you want your set to communicate. Cursive fonts tend to suggest a more gentle, relaxed, or fragile emotion; brush fonts convey a sense of movement, excitement, or freeness; heavy-weighted fonts have a sense of power, abruptness, or impact; and so on, and so on. For example:

Although they’re both using the same kind of alignment, the combo on the left is far less in-your-face as the option on the right would’ve been. Using a handwritten font for the accent feels a bit more contemplative or personal, like an awed whisper; whereas the all-caps bold font is more like it’s coming to kick your door down in celebration. Either option works well enough as a font combo, but in terms of working together towards the theme, the left one matched what I wanted. So—always prioritize emotion in font choice, even if another option looks just as cool.

2. STYLE YOUR OTHER FONT(S) AROUND THE ACCENT FONT.

With “the accent font” being the “fancy” one, in this case. It’s going to be the centerpiece of your set, so you don’t want to have picked a supporting font first only to discover it doesn’t actually go with your main font. I usually type the text in a placeholder font (like Helvetica or let’s be real, my faves Gill Sans or Futura), then figure out my accent font for the Main words, then go back and find a supporting font & weight that I like.

You also, like me, might just stick to 3-4 “basic” fonts and never change them, because it’s much simpler that way and also Futura is such a pretty font y’know??

3. COMBINING FONTS IS ABOUT CONTRAST.

For fonts to work together, they have to contrast in (at least) two ways—in weight, in style, in size, or in colour. Similar to picking out an outfit, if a font is too similar to its neighbor it’ll clash, but they do still need to be living in roughly the same neighborhood or it won’t fly. For example:

Only two fonts are used in each set (and only one in the last one—the contrast is made through negative space rather than font type), and contrast comes through 1) size (note how the accent font is always bigger—I usually aim for about double), 2) style (block, handwritten, brush, sans serif vs. serif), and in the case of the bottom left one, 3) tracking (“bumps the needle” is the same font [gill sans] as “my heart” is; the difference is the distance between letters is set at like 1500 vs about 75).

While there’s plenty of contrast in the examples above, there’s also harmony—in the top left example, the Accent font for “My God Does” is a thick, rounded font, so the supporting/plain font is also fairly rounded and a medium weight. Compare that to the middle bottom set, where since “Wolf” is in a tall, thin font, “Leading” is also in a tall and thin font.

Without harmony, the fonts start warring against each other. Taking that last set as an example:

On the left, we have the original—“Wolf”/”Leading” pairs Onyx/Acumin Variable Concept (Extra Condensed)—and on the right, Gill Sans has replaced Acumin Variable as the secondary font. Because Gill Sans is so much rounder and bigger (this is despite my taking the pt size down by about 6), it reads as thicker. That added horizontal weight takes away from the very concentrated vertical weight of the Accent font, and therefore doesn’t work as smoothly.

You can get away with pairing rounded/thin letters or heavy/light letters, and in fact you should try it! Just make sure there’s a significant contrast between them, not just a minute one.

4. TYPOGRAPHY NEEDS AN ANCHOR.

Once you’ve picked your fonts, there’s another problem: placement. One of the difficulties of text in a gif is that it can go anywhere, and so sometimes we get carried away with the arrangement. That’s where anchoring the text—placing it in alignment with something else—comes in. Let’s zoom in on two of the examples above.

While the arrangement is playful in both, the text doesn’t feels lost because even when it’s unusual, it’s still directly aligned with some part of another word. In the left example, “The,” “Wolf,” and “Wolves” are all aligned with their first letter to the left, whereas the word “Leading” is aligned to the right with its last letter matching the “S” in wolves. Thus, while it breaks up the left-alignment of the rest of the set, it still feels like it belongs because it’s attached on the other side. It doesn’t “break the box,” so your brain doesn’t get confused.

With the set on the right, a similar thing is at play. First, the alternating pairs are aligned either to the left or the right so it still reads as a unified rectangle (don’t break the box!), and second, each time the text switches sides it’s placed directly on the line below the last word. So even though they’re not aligned on the left or right, they are aligned from top-to-bottom. The negative space is also key to breaking up the text in a pleasing manner, as seen in this comparison:

The original version on the left creates a smooth river or “S” shape, with each line break also making sense for the rhythm of the sentence. The one on the right, however, breaks the text up uncomfortably, the lines are jagged and bump up against each other unpleasantly, and “the scratching” stretches far out into the negative space, tripping up the flow. When and where you chop up a text matters not only for how you read it, but also how you feel about it.

5. A QUICK WORD OF WARNING.

Obviously no rule is a complete absolute, but I think this one holds up under most circumstances so here it goes: do not put two different fonts of the same genre in the same gif. If you have Cursive Font A already, you very likely won’t be able to successfully implement Cursive B right next to it without causing confusion (see rule 3 about contrast). You might be able to get away with two accent fonts (e.g., a nice cursive font + a thick impact font), but it’s a lot harder for the reasons mentioned above about clashing/warring for attention. Basically, make sure you’re adding, not subtracting, to the overall statement.

6. PRACTICE!!

The best way to figure out what style works best for you is to just go mad with it. I’ve been doing typography work of one kind or another for about a decade and yet even looking at some of my sets that are just a few months old I’m surprised by how much my style has grown & expanded! The more you use it, the more you’ll find certain fonts, styles, and tricks to your liking, and seeing what other people do with their sets is a great way to expand your repertoire, too.

Go forth and have fun. 💜

#asks #gif making #tutorial #fonts #typography #memtorial #anonymous

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lifesabe-ch · 4 years

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brat - spencer r.

summary: while out with the time, a comment from the group gets spencer thinking… and god, if he thought like this every time, you’d be in luck. Because your night just got a hell of a lot better.

pairings: spencer reid x reader

warnings: smut!!! oral, male and female receiving, penetrative sex

a/n: this is the second time posting this. A couple people had some mean things to say the first time so… let’s try this again. when a word is in caps and bolded, it’s a scene change (Tumblr doesn’t have cuts anymore so kindly get off my dick about this)

“So let me get this straight…”

The others laughed as Morgan fumbled through his confusion, his gaze never once wavering from yours, “You don’t want to make sweet sweet love to me?”

His fake offense was obvious, but you’d have to praise him for his theatratics. Man sure knew how to put on a show.

“I’m sorry, you’re just not my type,” you sigh, playfully laying your hand over his.

“You can’t have two dominant people in one relationship, it’d never work,” Emily quips, glancing between the two of you with a smile.

“Truth. She needs someone more like… Reid.”

At this, the genius’ head perks up, taking note of the way the tips of your ears flushed.

“What?”

“I think you’d be the perfect sub for Y/N.”

You throw a balled up napkin at Garcia, glaring as she laughs off your attack.

“Penelope! Leave him alone.”

And she would’ve, you’re sure. But he’s no longer interested in being left alone.

“No, come on, now I want to know. What makes you say that?”

“Well, Y/N is obviously a dominant person. You’ve met her. And you’re… not. I just think it'd work. In the bedroom, you know?”

The others share a laugh as you groan, shaking your head, “I’m pretty sure he knows, no need to clarify.”

“I don’t know, I feel like she’s got a lot more underneath the surface.”

Your eyes snap over to Spencer, taking him. He’s staring at you now, eyes burning into you with a glint of… mischief? He was watching you, waiting for your reaction.

“Well, maybe my depth is surface level! Just a, a pond.”

“A pond, huh?”

“Or a puddle…”

“A puddle…”

“Stop repeating me!”

“Why should I?”

Morgan glances between the two of you, grinning, “I don’t know, Pen. Maybe he’s a brat.”

“I am not a brat!”

“That’s exactly something a brat would say.”

Spencer huffs and glances over at you, seemingly as ready to drop the conversation as you were.

“Whatever,” you shrug, “does anybody know if that restaurant near here burned down, or if it was just fake news?”

The team eagerly took to your distraction, arguing their own opinions on the matter and what they had heard, before the topic naturally shifted to something else.

All throughout the night, you noted the way Spencer was acting differently. Glancing at you more often. Touching you longer, and even when unnecessary. He was joking, he had to be.

Later on, as you excuse yourself from the group, you make your way over to the bar, quickly ordering another drink before glancing back over at your friends.

More specifically, Spencer.

You had liked him for a while, and by now you were certain that he knew about it. There was no way he couldn’t, with how much everyone brought it up. He never talked about it, though. Instead, he just ignored the entire thing. Which was answer enough for you.

“Well, here I am. What’re your other two wishes?”

Rolling your eyes, you glance over to the man who now stood besides you, hand instinctively covering the drink the bartender had brought over.

“Is that the best line you’ve got?”

“Do you like raisins?”

“What? I… yeah.”

“How do you feel about a date?”

You stare at him for a moment, thoroughly confused, “I… I guess? Why’re you asking me about—”

You cut yourself with off with a laugh, realization flooding through you. The man looks quite pleased as he watches you, an easy smile on his lips.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way. I’m Pete.”

You took a moment to look him over. His eyes were dark, his hair cut short. He had a sturdy build, but it wasn't overly obnoxious. His accent was thick with certain words. He was probably from Jersey. Or New York. Somewhere they couldn’t quite pronounce the “r”s. New England, maybe?

Admittedly, he was hot.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Pete. Where are you from?”

The two of you chat for quite a few more minutes, conversation flowing easily between the two of you. You were having such a good time, it almost didn’t seem real. You had even forgotten about Spencer. That was, until he made his way over to you.

By then, you and Pete had gravitated closer together, your hand on his arm as he spoke, the other holding up your chin.

“Hey, Y/N. Think it’s time we head home.”

You barely glance over at him, “I’ll be fine, you go ahead.”

“No, I’m not leaving you, you’re drunk.”

“I don't feel that drunk, Spencer. I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

“Ah, boyfriend.”

Your “no” comes at the same time as his “yes”, the other man’s sigh being ignored by you both.

“So now we’re dating?”

Raising his hands in surrender, you're suddenly aware that Pete has started to back away, “Seems complicated. I’ll let you two work this out. It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You don’t have time to respond to him, his retreating frame quickly dipping into the crowd of people in line. Turning back to face Spencer, you glare at him.

“I was about to get laid. Fuck you.”

“Oh you’d love to wouldn’t you.”

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me. You wanna fuck? I’m right here.” He moves closer to you and it’s unnatural to see Spencer, of all people, act like this.

“What is wrong with you?” You mutter, trying to push past him. He stands in front of you.

“I’m gonna make you regret having said that.”

“What?”

He takes your hand and pulls you with him back over to the table, quickly pulling his jacket off the chair and flashing the others a nonchalant smile.

“We’re going to head out, Y/N isn’t feeling too great, so I thought I’d take her home.”

His lie was so obvious, but the others only nodded, your confused expression apparently enough to make them believe him.

“Of course, hun. Get home safe, okay?”

“And take care of her, Spence.”

With a loose grip around your waist as he wound you through the crowd, the man leaned closer to your ear, a devilish smirk on his lips as he led you outside, “Oh, I will.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you retort, immediately engulfed by the feeling as his lips on yours before he turned to hail a cab.

“Trust me, you’re going to be feeling it too.”

THE cab ride from the bar to his place was short, both of your hands finding every inch of exposed skin as discreetly as possible, feverish kisses being shared at every chance granted. As soon as the two of you had made it inside, he was pushing you into the bedroom, slipping the tie from around his neck, eyes burning into yours.

The top buttons of his shirt were quickly undone, your hands joining him at the bottom so the two of you could meet somewhere in the middle.

After his shirt was pulled off, you reached for his pants, your fingers eagerly working on the belt buckle there. But just as soon as you had it undone, he had your hands pulled away, his tie coming up to tie them together.

“Get on the bed.”

His voice was even deeper than it usually was, his lips quickly finding their way to your neck after fastening the tie to the headboard.

He made quick work with his hands, roaming them lower on your waist, pace tantalizingly slow.

His fingers found their way to your underwear, eyes locked on yours as he ran them over the soaked fabric.

“All this for me?”

You nodded quickly, glancing between him and his hand.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes. For you,” you breathed, moaning as his hand slipped past the fabric, his finger dipping into your wet core.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, thumb moving to rub against your clit.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips in response, a silent cry for more friction against him.

“Uh uh,” he tsked, free hand moving to hold down your thighs, “No moving.”

You don’t respond, instead stilling the movement of your body against him. He rewards you by slipping another finger inside you, his pace quickening.

You can barely think as he continues his motions, keeping your entire focus on staying still as he requested.

The room itself is filled with the sound of your moans and whines, your release inching closer and closer with each thrust of his fingers.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever.”

His words are soft, but you hear them.

With the added stimulation of his hands against your breast, you reach your high, his name the only coherent thing spilling from your lips as you do so. Your only focus was on the way your body clenched around his fingers, back arching as he continued his assault on your senses throughout.

As your back finally landed back onto the bed, he pulled himself from you, a whine leaving your mouth as you watched him inspect his fingers, your juices dripping over them.

“Good girl,” he cooed, bringing his hand up to your mouth and watching as you sucked yourself off of his fingers.

His fingers pressed down against your tongue, reveling in the whimper that sounded.

“You look so pretty like this,” Spencer murmured, eyes flicking from your gaze down to your bare body, “All laid out, just for me.”

You nodded eagerly, speaking as he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop.

“Anything for you, sir.”

The laugh that spilled from his lips was intoxicating, the easy grin he wore enough to make your legs shake again.

“And the team had you pegged as the dominant one. Some profilers.”

A soft laugh left your lips, but before you could respond, Spencer’s were pressed to yours, tongue running against your bottom lip, awaiting entrance permission.

When he finally pulls away, he stands, pulling off the rest of his clothing, completely aware of your gaze running over his frame, willing yourself to commit this to memory.

He helps you sit up on the bed, positioning himself above you, his length just above your mouth.

You lean forward instinctively, abruptly reminded of the tie holding you back against the bed.

With a huff, you glance up at the amused man.

“Please,” you whine, bucking forward to take him again, but this time his movements allow you to, pushing closer to you and letting your mouth reach his length.

You swirl your tongue against him before closing your lips around his tip. Without the use of your hands, you were forced to let him buck into you at his own speed, only moving your head as far as he allowed you.

Instead, you varied your pressure against him, pressing your tongue hard and then soft again, using the sounds of his moans to guide your actions.

After a few moments of doing this, you could feel him twitching against your tongue. But he didn’t let you finish him off, instead pulling off of you with a moan, watching as you lick your own lips with a grin.

“Please,” you mutter, watching as he adjusted his position, aligning himself with your entrance, “Fuck me, Spencer. Please.”

Shifting to untie your wrists, he moved into you, inch by inch. The pace was painstakingly slow, but now that your hands were free, you wasted no time in moving them against him.

You scratched your nails down his back as he fully entered you, pulling out of you just as fast, but this time quickly slamming back in.

His first few thrusts were experimental, but soon enough he set his rhythm, pushing into you relentlessly.

As your whines grew, he began grinding your bodies further together, your hips bucking up against him.

His hands found their way to your hair, pulling you up and closer to him as his lips found their way to your neck, sucking against your hot skin.

“I’m going to leave you all marked up,” he muttered, free hand reaching between you to rub circles against your clit.

“I’m going to leave you so spent that you won’t even be able to think about anybody else. You won’t even be able to look at anybody else, without thinking of me.”

You already weren’t able to do that, you think to yourself. Much less after this.

As he pulled out of you fully, he slammed back in, your scream of his name enough to spur him forward.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

He was now plunging into you faster, the force enough to push the headboard into the wall with each shove of his hips against you.

It was hard to breathe, to move, to feel anything besides his cock fully burying itself inside you.

As you came down from your second high, you called his name, the words barely leaving your mouth as more than a whisper. But he heard you, your own name leaving his lips soon after as he came inside you.

Finally finishing he collapses against you, his arms the only thing keeping him from crushing you completely, his lips pressing light kisses to your face.

As you feel his hot breath and sweaty body against yours, you’re hyper aware of your situation. The reality of what you had just done has hit you. You had slept with your coworker. The person you were partnered with on most cases.

Closing your eyes, you realized how monumentally you may have screwed things up. While you had feelings for Spencer, you didn’t know if he felt the same. And now, you feared, you wouldn’t ever. You would just forget about this hookup, move on, and never speak to each other again. And it scared you.

As he recaptured your lips with his, the kiss reassured all of the thoughts swirling around your head. It was different from the others, softer and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever too.”

“I’m glad we finally did,” he responds, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose.

Those were the last words he muttered to you before pulling out, getting up to grab a damp towel from the bathroom.

After cleaning the two of you up, he slid back in besides you.

“Thank God for Pete,” You joke.

“Say that again, I dare you,” he murmurs, face burrowing into the crook of your neck, breath hot.

“Thank. God. For. Pete.”

“Look who’s the brat now.”

The two of you share a laugh this time, bodies relaxed as you cuddle close together. Sleep takes hold of you both not long after, but you stay like that. Scared, even in slumber, that if you move your bubble would burst.

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Will you follow through if I fall for you?

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Previously on this fic : Part 1 🞂 Part 2 🞂 Part 3 🞂 Part 4 🞂 Part 5

Part 6

It's been a few days since your date night with Jay. It went much better than you expected. You knew from the start that Jay is a good guy and probably a sweet lover too. But after that night, you found out that there's more to him than his good look and easy-going attitude. Jay's gentleness soothes your insecurities. His understanding warms you from inside. It's hard to feel miserable when he's around. You cannot help but latch on to him.

You and Jay keep texting and calling each other every day, but you only got to meet him once since then. For a coffee date before he ran to work while you went for your PT session. His job doesn't leave a lot of spare time, so you relish all the time he spends with you.

You hear your phone rings when you have your lunch. There is a video call request from your best friend and work-mate, Alex. "Hey, you! I miss your stupid face!" you greet him.

"You know what's not stupid?" Alex ignores your greeting. "The new material I received this morning

He refers to an email you sent him last night. Instead of sleeping, you wrote some lines and tinkered some notes on your electric keyboard. It was still very rough, but you and Alex swap ideas all the time. They could be a bar of melodies or chord progressions. Or maybe a single line that you cannot get out of your head, even there's no context to it.

"Wanna work on it soon?" Alex proposes.

"Yeah, sure!" you easily agree.

"You know I'm gonna ask how you come up with that song idea, right?" Alex probes further. He got an idea about your sudden burst of inspiration, but you haven't told him anything yet so far.

"You can ask. I might not answer", you nonchalantly retort. "Are you asking now?"

"I would, but I just arrived at my parents' house for our weekly dinner", Alex turns his camera phone and shows you his family dining table. "Say hi to Y/N, Pop" He lets his parents know that you're on the phone.

"Hallo, Liefje" Alex's parents greet and wave at you. "I miss you, Y/N. How are you doing, darling?" Alex's mom squeals at you.

"I miss you guys too. I miss home," you utter mournfully.

"I saw your dad last week. He and your mom cannot wait to have you back home next month. As are we." Alex's dad informs you.

Your face gets even more upset. "I haven't told my parents yet, but it's gonna be another two months. It's not working out as good as they wanted"

Alex's parents let out a sympathetic noise. "Oh great, I still have two more months to hide all my chocolate from you" Alex teases you instead. He knows if he doesn't throw any humor here, you're going to weep. The family laughs at your offended look.

"Where's Sara?" you ask them when you didn't notice Alex's little sister on the table.

"She's getting ready for a date after dinner. Said they will go stargazing. Can you believe it?" Alex skeptically recounts to you.

"Hmm, that sounds romantic. Good for her." you hum your appreciation. Alex can see twinkles in your eyes.

"Of course, you thought it was charming", Alex sounds vexed.

"Why are you so grumpy about this? You have a hit song that compared someone's eyes with the moon", you remind him. "Last time I checked, that song already got more than 400 million streams on Spotify". Alex just grumbles incoherently, while you can hear his father's booming laugh in the background.

"Alex, would you please call your sister down for dinner?" Alex's mom orders him.

"Alright, ma. Gotta go, Y/N. I'll call you later when I'm back at the studio. Bye, sis!" Alex ends the call.

◢◤

Kelly Severide comes to your place in the evening after he finished his shift. He called you on your cell several times, but you didn't pick them up. He knocked on your door for a few minutes without answers. Worried that something bad happened to you, he uses his key to open your apartment door. You gave him a spare when you began your recovery from the incident. Since you got nobody in town except for the 51 Family, you thought at least one of them should have access to your place, in case you need help.

Kelly sees you sitting on your corner desk with headphones on. Your head is nodding to the beat you're working on. Relieved to know you okay, but feels a bit annoyed, Kelly taps your shoulder lightly. You jump in surprise, almost fall from your chair if Kelly doesn't hold you down.

"Kelly! What..! Why are you..??" your heart is still pounding in shock, makes you unable to finish your thoughts properly.

"I knocked! And called you many times! Neither you answered! I was afraid that you fell and unconscious so I used my key", Kelly exclaims.

You check your phone and see seven missed calls from Kelly. "Sorry, I left my phone on mute, somehow"

Kelly goes to raid your fridge and takes a bottle of apple juice. "Your fridge needs beers" he judges. "Go, get ready! We'll hang out at Molly's. Everyone misses you", Kelly orders you.

"I'm working, Kelly. Just because my work has no shifts, doesn't mean I can go anytime you want", protest you.

"You work for your best friend, who's in another continent right now. You can slack off for a bit" he dismisses your complaint.

"I'm making big progress here. My writing juice is flowing", you point at your laptop.

"One hour. I give you one hour to work. Then I'm hauling you out of here. In the meantime, I'm gonna order take out for us", Kelly decides.

You only mumble your disagreement, knowing that you're gonna lost the argument anyway. So you just put your headphones back on your head. However, Kelly pokes you again five minutes later, with his phone on hand, "Hey, do you want Thai or Greek? I'm in the mood for Greek right now", Kelly playfully asks you.

"Yeah, Greek is fine" you start to feel bothered.

He leaves to order the food while you're back to do your work. Ten minutes passed, Kelly drags a chair from the kitchen island to your side. He knocks on the table to catch your attention.

"Hey, I just remember, Brett said they saw you rescued somebody at the swimming pool last week. How did that happen?" he questions.

You let out a desperate sigh. "You're not going to let me work in peace, are you?"

Kelly just grins. "C'mon, we haven't hung out for a while. Lots of drama to share"

You save your work in defeat and then move to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Kelly sits on the couch with legs resting on the coffee table. You place yourself next to Kelly.

"They extend my therapy for another month" you restlessly play with your bottle cap.

"Is it not going well?" Kelly asks in concern.

"I got cramps that day at the swimming pool. They worried I damaged something. So they prefer to be cautious" you fill him in.

"That's when you rescued Dr. Manning's son " Kelly tries to clarify.

"Well, I just pulled him out of the water. The pool guard was the one who helped him breathe" you shrug.

"You assisted. It still counts as a rescue", Kelly insists. "Bet if Dr. Manning knew, she would buy you drinks at Molly's forever"

"More like got invited to dinner at their place," you mutter.

"Hmm, that's probably true" Kelly pauses for a moment, thinking. "Wait, did you meet her?" he grills you.

"Yeah. And her fiancé. I came to the hospital to check on Owen. Then next thing I knew I'm having family dinner with Manning/Halstead clan", you convey to him.

Kelly's phone chirps interruptedly. "Food's here" He goes to pick up the food from the delivery guy. "Alright, let's eat then we can go to Molly's"

◢◤

Jay is nursing his first beer as he watches Will bottoms up his third glass of whiskey. Will called him earlier in the evening, claimed that he needs bro night out after a shitty day at Med. Jay's initial plan to have dinner with you got scrapped before he even asked.

"Maybe you need to pace yourself, Will", Jay suggests to him as Will signs to Otis for a refill.

"Yeah, Doc. Maybe you want to switch? We have a nice Dutch craft beer chilling here", Otis offers. But Will is still holding out his empty glass to him, silently demanding for more. "Okay then" sighs Otis as he fills the glass.

Jay hears the commotions at the other end of the bar. He recognizes some people from Firehouse 51 there. Christopher Hermann is cackling, while Matt Casey grins widely. They pay attention to someone that is sitting among the group, but he cannot see who because Severide is blocking his view.

Jay checks his phone while he finishes his beer. He received a text from you beforehand, told him that she's going out to meet her friends tonight. He texted back, wishing her to enjoy her night out, but got no replies. Will notices Jay's scrolling on his phone and asks, "Do you need to go back to work?"

"Nah, just checking my texts" Jay puts his phone back in his pocket. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Not in the slightest. But I still have to go to work tomorrow. If I wanna do better than today, I cannot do that with a hangover" Will sulks. "Hey Gabby, I would like to try that craft beer Otis suggested" he requests to Gabby who passes by.

"Would you like one as well, Jay?" Gabby offers him.

"Alright, why not.." Jay accepts the new bottle.

"Is this a new batch? Don't think I ever have it here before", comments Will after his first sip.

"Yeah! Just start to come in this month. It's a friend's favorite. She hooked us up with a supplier directly from The Netherlands. You like it?" Gabby enthusiastically claims.

"It's good. But still not Bourbon", Will pouts. Jay lets out a snort while Gabby snickers.

Jay looks around the bar as he savors his beer. He paused when he thought he saw you sitting among the 51 Gang. Will notices and looks in the same direction. "Is that Y/N?" asks Will.

Jay stands up for his seat, "I'm gonna go say hi to her"

◢◤

You feel a palm pressed to your back as you hear someone's saying from behind, "Didn't expect to see you here tonight"

You turn your back immediately as you realize whose voice it is, "Jay!" shout you excitedly. You open your arms to hug him. Jay lands a chaste kiss on your lips before hugs you back.

Kelly and Matt look at each other over your head with eyebrows raised. "Well, that's something I didn't expect" goads Kelly.

"Severide, Casey" Jay gives them an acknowledging nod with his hands stay on your hips.

"How do you know each other?" Matt asks curiously.

Jay opens his mouth to reply, but you hear Will's interruption, "You guys finally made it, huh?" Jay rolls his eyes at his brother.

"These guys have been sending heart-eyes at each other since they first met" Will tips off the 51 gang. "Which I arranged, by the way. But this result was unintentional"

"No, we're not!" you try to deny.

"I was there, Y/N, at your almost first kiss" Will divulges.

"Oh my god!" you hide your blushing face behind your palms. Jay smacks a kiss on the side of your head, amused while the group makes fun of you.

"I guess this happened after Y/N rescued Owen?" Sylvie asks to confirm.

"Ooooh yes, our next year candidate!" Hermann yells. The others just clap and whistle in response. You thud your head to the bar table, abashed.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. We are proud of you" Casey remarks. "That said if you want to go to the academy..." he continues.

"Nuh-uh, I love my job, thank you very much" you quickly state.

You spend the rest of the night beside Jay, chatting and laughing with 51 Family and Halstead brothers until you let out a big yawn. "Tired?" Jay asks you softly.

You nod, "Beer always made me sleepy"

"Let me settle the tabs, then I'll take you home" Jay squeezes your shoulder as he stands up.

Kelly observes you and Jay throughout the night. When Jay left your side, he lowly speaks to you after making sure everyone else is busy conversing elsewhere. "So Jay Halstead is the one who got your juice's flowing, huh?"

"Kelly!" you slap his arm, agape.

"I mean your writing juice! You said it earlier!" Kelly yelps, but his smirk contradicts his words.

"You're the worst" you just shake your head.

Kelly's face turns serious for a moment, "Does he know about your situation?"

"What situation?" you try to sound innocent, but Kelly just gives you a look.

"Told him about the collapsing stage" you deflated.

"Have you told him that you're leaving in two months?" Kelly pushes.

"It's still too early. Who knows, Jay might end this soon", your voice sounds unsure.

"Don't think so. He looks quite smitten by you. Should probably tell him soon", Kelly disagrees.

"I'm happy right now, Kels. Can I just enjoy this for a while?" you start to lose patience with him.

"He deserves to know" Kelly persists.

You look down at the table, your fist is clenched in frustration. Jay comes back and notices the tense atmosphere. "Is everything okay?"

You reply with a forced smile, "Yeah, let's get out of here" then stand up from your seat and give Kelly a quick hug, "Thanks, Kels"

You move to say goodbye to the rest of the group, which takes a bit of time since everyone wants a hug or has something to tell you.

"C'mon guys, my boyfriend has waited long enough" you cry out when Sylvie and Gabby hold you back from going. The group guffaw even louder and playfully nudges Jay, who just beams brightly at you.

"Good night, guys!" you casually shout, finally getting away from the rest of the group, with Jay's hand in yours.

Next on this fic : Part 7

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star-spangledstud · 4 years

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MIND GAMES - TWO

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve suggests dinner with the team. You find out you hate lying.

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence, anxiety

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

A hail of half-empty wine glasses, trail mix and playing cards fly around the room when the coffee table they were stood on is flipped upside down. Your back hits the carpet with a dull thud, followed soon after by the back of your head. You wince loudly, hand reaching immediately for the base of your skull to relieve the throbbing pain that will no doubt leave you with a menacing headache for days to come.

The men in black, whose faces are nothing but a swirl of flesh tones in your peripheral, grab you by each ankle while you try to recover from your fall. They shout in a foreign language as glass shatters somewhere in one of the other rooms. Then, the sound of open gunfire and the scent of smoke and gunpowder pervade the air. You’re screaming, kicking your feet and flailing your arms wildly while they drag you along the floor, but the sound of your voice is drowned out by the shouting and the guns.

Glass and trailmix accumulate in your hair when they drag you across the room, and small pieces cut the back of your arms and legs. You’re crying, you can tell because your cheeks are warm and wet, and the tears flowing from your eyes mix with the blood of your dead family as they run down the length of your face.

The good thing is you know you’re having a bad dream, but the problem is that you’ve seen this scene unfold so many times that you’re not sure whether the memory of what happened is real or not.

You’ve seen the scene play out well over one hundred times in your sleep. Red liquid flies through the air in slow motion, your assailants shove their weapons in your face, you try to run away but feel nailed to the ground. You’ve experienced it so many times, and have attempted to change what happens in so many instances. Still, whatever you do, the ending is always the same.

The faces of the men responsible for the murder of your family are blurry, not because you hit your head so hard you can’t see straight, but because you don’t remember what they look like. Their features are warped beyond recognition, and no matter how hard you try to focus on the words spilling from their mouths, you can’t identify any of what they’re saying. It almost sounds like you’re underwater.

In the dream, you try to remember where you are, but your immediate surroundings change every time. Sometimes the coffee table is glass, sometimes it’s wood. The wallpaper shows a different pattern each time you look at it, and the dead bodies scattered all around the room have the same undefined features as your assailants. The only thing that remains the same is the feeling of absolute hopelessness and terror as they drag you away to an unmarked aeroplane that takes you somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Poland, maybe. You can’t remember, even though you came to spend the next seven years of your life there.

Nearly every one of these dreams is the same. It’s just you, watching scenes of your life unfold through a thick curtain of smoke that hides the most distinct, essential details. A large, gaping black hole has been punched through the part of your brain responsible for the production of memories. No matter how hard you try to fill in the blank spaces, it proves to be absolutely impossible.

Whatever HYDRA did to erase your memories, it worked.

It’s hard to think straight when you wake up in the middle of the night, images of the dream you just had still playing before your eyes. You hoped that getting further away from the people that created those dreadful memories would allow the pictures to go away. Yet, as you sit up straight in bed, chest heaving up and down in rapid motions, you know they followed you even here, like a thundercloud continuously looming over you.

As your first week in the compound comes to a close, you find yourself slowly getting settled into your new home. With Steve practically following you around every chance he gets, the two of you take the time exploring the entire building from top to bottom. He shows you the library, the garage, the gym and the lab, and promises to take you to the theatre the next time the team hosts a movie night.

You don’t tell him you haven’t seen a single movie in years, but the words are on the tip of your tongue while he rattles on about 21st century flicks he was forced to watch and ended up really loving.

When the two of you walk along the corridors of the compound, it’s mostly him who talks while you do the listening. You don’t mind it. It gives you time to think. While he speaks, you find yourself trying to dissect the inside of his mind. Still, no matter how hard you listen, all that comes up is silence. It’s odd not to be distracted by a second voice in your head. You’re not used to the simplicity of not having to focus on what’s coming from the other person’s mouth instead of what’s coming from their thoughts.

Each day that passes, Steve introduces you to a new member of the team. The first person you come across is Sam Wilson, who you find running on the treadmill two days after your arrival. He immediately takes a liking to you, and you end up chatting for nearly an hour straight. His thoughts are almost deafening, but his sense of humour makes up for his internal volume.

By the time Saturday rolls around, you find yourself able to chat comfortably with everyone you’ve met so far. Even Tony Stark, who appears at first to be quite wary of your presence despite giving you a place to stay, engages in conversation with you over a cup of black coffee. It’s relatively easy to befriend people when you can see straight through them, especially when they aren’t aware of your abilities.

Still, it’s odd how easily all of them have accepted you into their little bubble.

“Are you okay?”

Unease blooms in the pit of your stomach when you realize you’ve been quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, and your palms instantly begin to sweat.

“Yeah,” you quickly conjure up a smile, “just thinking.”

“About what? If you don’t mind me asking,” Steve asks softly.

“I don’t know,” you tell him truthfully, “I feel like this is all very weird.”

Sam raises a brow, “What do you mean?”

“You guys don’t even really know me,” you remind him, “and you’re giving me shelter. I’m just having trouble wrapping my head around all of this.”

“We’ve read your file,” Steve bites his lower lip, “letting you in was a collective decision, made by all of us.”

Sam nods in agreement, arms crossed tight over his chest.

Wondering what exactly is written in this so-called file, you chuckle dryly, “no offence guys, but I think that file might be missing a few important details.”

Steve blushes, “a lot of it was blacked out. Look, maybe we should all come together tonight, have dinner or something. You can tell us more about yourself if you want.”

“Yeah,” Sam exclaims, “good idea, cap.”

Your heart picks up, pushing your pulse while you slowly nod your head, “sure.”

“Great,” Steve steps towards his own room and places his palm on the fingerprint scanner, “we’ll let everybody know.”

Sam turns around and heads for his own room. You quickly disappear into the safety of your bedroom and slam the door shut a little too hard in the process.

“Crap,” you mutter to yourself, “fuck!”

You are not looking forward to this.

“What do you mean, you’ve never heard of Asgard?!”

Thor’s voice booms over the sound of clinking cutlery and laughter. You slowly lift your shoulders before taking a large sip of water, allowing the cold beverage to relieve the tension in the back of your throat.

It’s hard to keep all the buzzing internal monologues in the back of your mind, and it takes a moment for you to center yourself before you can answer Thor’s burning question.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, “I just never had a chance to read up on Norse mythology. Please forgive me. I’m sure it’s a beautiful place.”

It is beautiful, Thor pouts, I miss it.

“I’m sure you miss it very much,” you add quickly, to which he smiles sadly.

“Don’t listen to him,” Tony smirks, “he has a big ego and a tiny brain.”

You nearly choke on your water when he winks in your direction. You roll your shoulders to rid yourself of the tension building in your muscles and prepare yourself for the direction the conversation is headed next.

“So, Y/N,” Tony continues, “how do you know Fury?”

Of course you knew he was going to ask this. He’s been thinking about it for the last fifteen minutes. Still, heat rises to your cheeks when you place your glass down, and you push a few stray strands of hair from your face and tuck them behind your ear. Your heart is pounding now, but in a room full of enhanced people, including some of the world’s best spies, you know better than to allow yourself to freak out.

Steve, who’s seated right next to you, shifts in his seat. The action, albeit hardly noticeable, startles you anyway, and your eyes fly in his direction out of reflex. You think he looks nice, dressed in a cream colored sweater with his hair swooped to one side, and in a fit of insanity, you’re tempted to compliment him and ignore Tony all together.

“I don’t actually,” you say slowly, “My mom did, before she passed away. They knew each other before SHIELD was even a thing, when they were still young.”

“So how’d you get his number?” Clint questions.

“My mom gave it to me be before she died, told me to call it if I ever needed help.”

“What’d you need help for?” he continues.

“Clint, that’s enough-” Steve says before you can answer.

“No, it’s okay,” you gently touch his arm, “my family got caught up with the wrong people a long time ago. Since the death of my mother tensions have only gotten worse. Fury offered me a place to stay while I wait for things to settle down.”

“What kind of people?” Natasha asks while she lays her fork down.

“I think Fury can tell you more about that than I can,” you take a bite of your potatoes, “my mom did her best to shelter me.”

Your gaze flies back and forth between Natasha and Steve, and you begin to pray that she out of everyone at this table believes your story. You’re hyper aware of every move you make, and the tension in the air is almost too much for you to bear.

The crease between Steve’s brows and his hunched shoulders make you more uncomfortable. You read the room to make sure they believe you, before picking up your glass and taking another sip of water. Slowly, the conversation dies down, and you’re left with shallow breathing and red cheeks by the time Tony and Sam begin a discussion about a video game they were playing last night.

“Are you okay?”

Steve’s voice is soft in your ear. The unmistakable hint of concern is evident in its tone when it breaks through your thoughts, and you quickly nod as to not alarm him any further.

When you walk back to your room later that evening, you can’t ignore the painful twist in your stomach. Your hands are tightened into fists by the time you enter your dorm, and the need to swallow away the lump in your throat is nearly overbearing. You could never tell them you used to work for HYDRA, not in a million years. They would cast you out immediately, send your ass to the curb or lock you away in a federal prison for the rest of your life before they’d let you get away with it.

You didn’t think lying to people you hardly know could hurt this much.

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Skin Deep ~ Part 1

Author’s Note: Hello, hello, hello! I hope everyone’s staying healthy and Six Feet Away from everyone else! Remember, kiddies, wearing a mask keeps all of us safe! With that out of the way, I hope you all like this new series! The idea has been percolating for awhile and I’m happy to share part one with you here. As you all know, I typically write for Loki and while he will be making a major appearance in this ditty, it won’t be until Part 2. Come along for the ride, won’t you?? You know that I love all of you, all the likes, comments, reblogs, and consideration... so thank you all so much! Asks are open, so message me if you have an idea! Or, asked to be tagged in future stories! Always, thanks to @sammy-jo1977, beta reader and friend, for encouraging me during this one!

Pairing: Loki X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Natasha & Reader friendship Summary: Loki’s leaving two years ago changed you in ways that Natasha and Steve can’t abide. Encouraged to find love again, in the arms of Steve Rogers, seems like a great idea. But what happens when Loki comes to claim what he’s promised? Warnings: Angst, Lost Love, Eventual SMUT

Part 1

Plopping down to the planed floor with a soft “Ooph”, you immediately reached for your water bottle. Oh sweet, icy cold condensation rolling off, taunting you with the allure of complete hydration. With a swipe of your sweat covered brow, you flipped open the cap, panting, “Why do we do this?”

“Because we ate all of Tony’s gourmet donuts.”

“That was weeks ago… and all your fault, I might add!”

Natasha eased herself down to your level, not looking as winded or wiped as you did, “God, they were delicious.”

“He special orders those, ya know? Calls the bakery weeks ahead to make sure they bring enough of those… what are they? Eclairs?” “Cream horns. Loves those things.” Natasha, grunting, as she pulled her ballet slipper free. Turning to your friend, laughing tiredly, “So do I!” Resting your head on the wall behind you, “Thanks for coming with me. I know you get your workouts in with the team, but I just can’t imagine running around in that gym…”, you trailed off, unsaid words hanging in the air.

Natasha didn’t respond beyond a nod, adding, “It’s fun! And I don’t have to hear Steve’s whining over you the whole time.” “As if, Nat.” “I’m serious.” Natasha stretched like a cat before rising, “He likes you almost as much as you like Tony’s donuts.” Chuckling, you took the hand she offered, pulling you up to standing. You moved through the locker room, still out of breath, trailing Natasha until she stopped in front of units 14 and 16. Throwing you a towel, drying her own dampened skin, “Donuts aren’t Loki. You know that right?” Snorting around the bottle at your lips, sputtering, “Jesus, Nat! Yes. Yes. I am very well aware of the fact that Loki is not donuts… or donuts are not him. Or whatever the hell you are trying to say to me. I know, Ok?” “It’s just…” She busied herself digging through her bag, not looking at you, trying to keep her voice light. Edged with unspent anger, gruffer than you liked to hear yourself, “Yea?” “You’re... snippy. How long has it been now?” Tossing the question over her shoulder casually like it was no more than her sweat soaked towel. Standing now on overworked legs, “You know how long it’s been Nat.” Pulling your locker open with a jerk, a hard sigh ripping from your throat, the flash of hurt undeniable. Shutting her own firmly, “... when do you move on, then?” “When? Better question: How? How do I? He asked me to wait, Natasha. I told him I would.” “It’s been two years.” “One year, ten months, three weeks and 5 days.” Correcting your friend didn’t make you feel better. Leveling you with her cool stare, that secretive partial smile pulling at her lips, Natasha lowered herself onto the bench. Your back rested against the cool mesh metal and damn it if the liquid heat of tears weren’t forming in your eyes. Slinking over to you, Natasha wrapped her arms around your shoulders, her diminutive strength holding you close despite your clammy skin. “You deserve happiness. Even Loki would understand that.” Pausing, Natasha zipped up her bag, nudging you to follow. “Besides, you need to get laid.” Snatching up your own gym gear, “Nat! I do not.” Grumbling, you followed her towards the locker room doors, zipping up your hoodie before pushing out into the street. “Trust me. You do.” Stopping at the corner, you grabbed your friend’s hand. “He’s a God. It’s not that easy to just replace him… in my life. Or… in the bedroom, ya know?” Holding up two fingers, like a VE day salute, Natasha wiggled them in your face. Her meaning was clear. It had been two years. Too damn long. “Ok. Ok. Fine. Let’s say, you’re right. I do need to move on. What does that even look like?” Stepping through the Tower’s automatic doors, whispering your fear out loud made you feel guilty, as if you had already betrayed your promise somehow. Punching in the passcode and selecting your floor number from the elevator, Natasha focused straight ahead, answering, “You’re surrounded by super heroes.” “So? They’re co-workers. Well, technically, they’re my boss’ husband’s co-workers.” “Come on. When Loki was… around, you all hung out together. And, since he’s been gone, I know at least one of them has been keeping a close eye on you.” Interest piqued, “Really? Who?” Chuckling at your eagerness, “Steve.” “Oh.” You flexed your neck, looking at the lights above you, not entirely surprised by Nat’s admission. He might have thought his actions were stealthy, but the Captain had made his interest pretty clear, always pulling out your chair, asking about your day, and in general showing up wherever you happened to be. “You should give him a chance. And you know as well as I do-”

Cut off by the ping of the opening doors, she took a step back, letting Steve Rogers into the lift. “Ladies.” “Captain.” Nat nodded. “Captain Rogers.” Everything Natasha has been saying flooded your mind. How Steve was into you, asking about you, thinking of you. Suddenly you were acutely aware of how you looked. Short hair tucked into a cloth headband, sweat soaked strands stuck to your neck. Your sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, the thick strap of your sports bra exposed in all it’s fluorescent green glory. Did you smell? Oh god. Sliding to the back of the car, you cowered, hoping that Captain America would ignore you completely. No dice. “How was the class?” “Good. This one-” pointing at you, Natasha continued, “-is quite the leaper!” Hot blood flooded your face, painting your neck, as you flushed under the praise. Facing you now, Steve licked over his bottom lip, “Is that so?” Had you ever noticed just how sharp his jaw actually was? Or the way his shirt sleeves, rolled up to the elbows, made his arms look so strong? Your heart thudded dully in your ears, crowding out Steve’s voice as you imagined, just for a second, being alone with him in the lift. “What?” Asking dully, stunned by the force of your long ignored need, you hadn’t heard his follow up question. Lowering his head, softly chuckling, “I asked if you two were having lunch? Could I join you?” “I’m in a meeting… Fury is in town.” Rolling her eyes, Natasha stepped out on her floor, “See you later!” You just knew she was going to grill about all this at some point, but now you were trapped in a metal box with one of those sexy superheroes she’d told you to move on with. Doors closing with a metallic hiss, Steve smiled at you sweetly, “About lunch?” “Um… well, I’d need to shower. Change…” Talking with your hands, betraying your nervous energy, you struggled with an excuse as to why you couldn’t join with the Captain. “I can wait. Want to meet up on the patio… say, forty five minutes?” Looking so hope filled, you found yourself smiling broadly at the blonde Adonis, now holding open the doors, waiting for your reply. “Sure. Forty five minutes.”

It took an hour. You hadn’t meant to, but by the time you’d cleaned up, thrown on a skirt and tucked in your tee shirt, slapped on a bit of mascara and tied your sneakers, it had been sixty minutes. Even though you were jumpy and jittery, since Loki left, this was the closest thing to a date you’d been on. Stepping out onto the patio, squinting into the noonday sun, you spotted the golden boy easy enough. Sitting comfortably, a brown paper bag on the table, Steve looked completely at ease waiting for your grand entrance. Shifting, he glanced your way, freezing at the sight of you. Gaining his feet slowly, Steve watched your approach, “Hi…” There was a tone of appreciation in his voice that made your skin tingle. “Hello, Captain.” God, even the sound of your voice was sexy. Steve found himself stuttering, flustered, by the overwhelming sweetness of you. Clapping his hands against his leg, “Um… please, call me Steve, ok?” “Yes, ok. Steve.” A long minute passed where you looked at Steve and he looked back at you. He was just so glad to have you all to himself, uninterrupted, that looking at you took his breath away. It also erased his manners for a heartbeat, “Please, sit down. I, uh… I had some sandwiches made.” Tucking a lock of short hair behind your ear, you grinned, “Is this… is this a picnic? For me?” Squinting a bit, shrugging his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe?” “Maybe is ok with me.” Reflecting that tentative tone, part curious, part cautious, you reached for the bag. “I’m starving!” Sipping from your glass bottle Coke, you looked over the Avenger before you. So wholesome, so clean cut. Nothing like the dark and devious God of Mischief who’d stolen your heart and then abandoned it so long ago. Munching on your sandwiches, delicious and fresh, your nervousness ebbed away. Basic first date stuff flowed between the pair of you, movies you loved and why, favorite colors and school subjects. Hobbies came next, and you found yourself surprised when Steve shyly admitted, “Drawing. I love to draw. Before I was… um… when I was just Steve, I could sketch myself into another world. It was freeing.” “That’s how I feel about music.” Talking to Steve felt nice. And you knew that was a cliche adjective, but nice was so easy. It’s how you found yourself talking about your first live concert, Heart, when you were eight and how it made you love rock music as a kid. “Heart… sounds familiar.” He was cute as mused over the placing the name, wiping the Dorito dust off his fingers. Excitedly you recited songs that meant so much to you, “Barracuda? Magic Man?” “Magic Man… I think I know that one.” Unable to stop yourself, singing into the now drained Coke bottle turned microphone, “Try to understand, try, try, try to understand! He’s a Magic Man, mama… He’s got magic hands!” Clapping at your performance, Steve smiled at you, warm and even. “Magic Men? Magic hands, huh?” And suddenly, Loki was there, front and center in your thoughts. The scent of worn leather and dark liquor filled your nose, phantoms from memory, come to torment you. An image of Loki and those wickedly smart hands, coaxing you onto your back as his silver tongue devoured your sopping center already overdue for his attention, was as real now as when you had lived it. He had magic hands. He’d proven that to you over and over again. Tears rose to your eyes, clouding your vision, as everything that was sweet about the afternoon turned sour. “Um… I’m sorry Steve. I need to… uh… I have to go.” Stumbling to your sneakered feet, you quickly cleared the table, unable to look at the super soldier as you made a fast escape. “I lost someone I loved too.” His words made you stop in your tracks, his tone darker than you’d ever hear before. In four long strides, Steve caught up with you, just as your hand gripped the door’s handle.

Unable to turn, afraid to face him, sobbing softly, “I know Steve… but this is different.” “Yea… I know. I know it is.” Hearing his voice, just as raw, just as ragged as your own, made it easier to give in. Putting the door to your back, looking at Steve through wet lashes, frustration in his baritone, “I just… damn.”

Lifting his blue eyes to yours, begging for the words that would somehow make all of this normal, “Would you ever… could you ever…?” Your mouth started moving, swayed by the earnestness of his sentiment, “Maybe. It’s the best I can do, Steve.” “Maybe is ok with me.”

Wavering now, your smile faltering as tears threaten to fall, “Thanks.” If he answered, you didn’t hear it. Rushing inside with a fist in your mouth, hoping to block the lovesick cry that ripped from you, practically running down the hallway to your place. Not wanting anyone to see you so broken, so torn, after all this time, you needed to escape. Safely in your apartment, all alone, collapsing on the bed, you couldn’t stop your mind from replaying the afternoon. From the gentle banter and kind hearted ‘get to know you’ vibes of your lunch with Steve, when you had opened up to the idea of a new love, a new start. To how easy it was to let Loki creep into your thoughts, a riptide pulling you back into the shadows of your feelings for his dark desire. Guilty bile burned your throat at the idea that you might be betraying your absent love… letting him down, somehow. Hitting the pillow behind you, weeping openly now, you thought about the last time Loki had come to you. His words, his actions, all showing a deep affection for you. Even if Loki had never said the actual word, he had shown you time and again that he did truly love you. “Pet. We must speak.” Sex drunk and sapped, you curled over the lithe chested God in your bed, “Sounds serious…” Sitting up, Loki forced you to move, his profile sharp in the dim light of early dawn. “I’ve been called to Jotunheim.” Leaning back on your elbows, “Ok… Jotunheim. Why?” His broad back to you, Loki’s head dipped forward, resting on his folded legs. “I… I am the rightful heir to their throne. They need a ruler and-” turning to face you, “-it is me. There is talk of war. If there’s any chance to avoid it, I must be there. I have to go.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder, you sighed, “You have to go. I understand that.” “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” Nosing under his arm, smooshing against Loki’s ribs, “Hmm… you’ve been away before. I always manage, somehow… and...” Looking down at you through his dusky lashes, a secretive smile on those tasty lips, “And?” “You always come back to me.” “I do… I have. Will you…” Pausing, Loki twined his fingers with yours, testing the weight of your hand, “That is… wait for me?” Pressing a small kiss to his sweet mouth, “Always, babe. I’ll be right here.”

“Promise me. Promise that you’ll wait for me.” Panic flashed over him, causing Loki to tug you closer, crushing you against his chest, his mouth conquering yours thoroughly. “I promise, Loki. Promise me that you’ll be careful.” Solemnly nodding, “Yes. I promise, pet.” Satisfied, smoothing his hair off his forehead, “I love you. You know that.” Soothing the shaken prince, your words calmed him and Loki found a fragile peace in the parting of your lips. Lowering you against the cotton sheets, taking what was promised to him once more, Loki lingered over your tender body, committing every dip and dimple to memory. Your arms clung to his, hooked under his bulging biceps, fingers wrapping over the back of his shoulders. There was only you and Loki in the deepening dark of dawn. His slow and steady rhythm forcing your knees to the side, opened wide for him. Your body, always eager, now overflowing with want, welcomed Loki again and again. How softly he hummed, “Pet… my pet… wait for me. Wait for me.” And your own responsive reply, “Yes, Loki. Yes. Always.” Teeth nipped at your neck, biting hard, marking you. In that shared moment of giving and receiving of pain, your body surrendered to Loki’s masculine invasion, even as you conquered his desire. Shivering in his arms, sleep pulling you away from your lover, “Loki… I’ll wait forever.” When you woke up, still dressed from your lunch date with Steve, your pillow was soaked through. You hadn’t cried over Loki in months, let alone in your sleep. Talking it over with Natasha later you whispered, “It was like I relived our last night together. I could feel him, Nat. Smell him. Loki was there.” “No. He hasn’t been on Earth in two years.” Shaking her head in disbelief at your close to insane theory, Natasha was quick to correct you. “Well, it felt real. And you know why this happened?” “If you’re going to say it’s because of Steve, don’t.” Ignoring Natasha, whispering conspiratorially, lest your imagined Loki overhear you, “It’s because of Steve. Somehow, Loki knows.” “We don’t even know if Loki is alive. So, him knowing that you’ve gone on one… almost date with Steve, that’s just…” Words escaped her, but a hand gesture that questioned your mental status finished her thought. Sitting back in your chair, eyeing your friend cooly, “It’s not crazy, Nat. And neither am I.” “I didn’t say you were.” “You implied it.” Mimicking her hand motion, miffed, you started typing on your phone. Why couldn’t she get it? Loki wasn’t like Steve. He wasn’t like any other man. Loki knew things, felt things, even across space and time.

After multiple failed attempts to engage you, all met with your stony silence, “I’m sorry, ok. I just… I just really don’t believe that Loki is haunting you from outer space.” Snapping open her iced tea Natasha took a long sip, “Besides, I want to know what happened with Steve.” Still concentrating on your phone, “It was fine.” “Fine? That’s it? You were on the patio for a long time.” She was teasing you now, but damn it, Natasha didn’t have to be so dismissive. “So? It was nice.” Eyes still locked on your device, you knew it was killing her, but you wanted Natasha to validate your Loki theory before you gave her any details about your date. Sighing, Natasha picked at her salad greens, “Ok. Ok. Loki is watching you from afar and he’s probably ghosting you, so you have every right to be worried.” Beaming widely, having won the battle of wills, “Thank you!” “Now, please, please, will you tell me about you and Steve?” Shifting in your seat, “He was sweet. It was all going well… until…” “Until?” “Until... Loki.” you shrugged. “Ugh." Sighing with unchecked disgust, Natasha tossed her fork down, fixing you with a hard stare. “It… it’s hard ok? I mean, I’m trying to be… open to Steve, to the idea of Steve. And, he really is so kind.” You couldn’t help blushing just a bit. He had been so awfully understanding, so real in a way that Loki had never been, that you felt a bit bad about bailing on him. Listening, Natasha could see that you were working on opening up to the super soldier, so she let you off the hook saying, “I know… I know. I’m just really pulling for you two!” Placing your hand over hers, you squeezed, “I know you are. I just… I’m not sure that I’m ready.” Natasha's face softened and she bobbed her head. Munching on her veggies, “Listen. At some point you have to get back to being yourself. I miss you. The old you. We all do.” This was news to you. “You all miss the old me? I haven’t changed.” “But you have. Look at you. Today you’re wearing grey. Yesterday, grey. The day before, black.” Pulling at your simple, comfortable, sweater, “Your point?” “You had pink hair when I met you. Remember?” Folding her arms on the table, leaning into you, Natasha was begging for you to challenge her assessment. Of course you remembered. You had dyed it yourself, but that was a different time, a different you. Coolly answering, “Well, I wasn’t Pepper’s PA then, was I?” “No… but you were still working here. Tony hired you for your ballsy attitude. Truthfully, I think that’s why Loki fell so hard for you too.” Stopping to gauge your reaction, Natasha smiled tightly, “You were so…” “Full of life.” Rich and warm, you recognized his voice without turning around. Steve swung into the free chair at your table, interrupting your conversation, gaze pointed your way. “Exactly!” Agreeing, Natasha clapped the super soldier on the back before refocusing her attention on you. “Wow.” The recently quelled anger crept back into your tone as you sassed, “Well, I guess I didn’t realize that I had become a shadow of my former self. Excuse me, Captain. Natasha. Wouldn't want to bum you out.” Unable to hide the hurt in your voice, you rose smoothly, swiftly breaking for the exit. “Wait! Will you please, just hold up a minute.” Barely jogging to your side, Steve caught up with you a little too quickly for your liking. Still raw, you bit into your bottom lip, glaring at him defiantly, “Yes Captain.” “Don’t do that, doll. Please?” “I’m not your doll.” but you did stop, turning on him, an angry glare in your clear eyes. “Fine. You’re not. I just thought…” trailing off, Steve, always unable to say exactly what you needed to hear went silent now. “You thought? What? That all of the sudden you and Nat would convince me that I don’t love Loki? That I’m a fool for waiting for him? That he’s clearly not coming back? What exactly were you thinking Steve?” fury spun out from you like smokey swirls, threatening to burn the boy down. Steve kept his cool even though you saw his jaw tighten, “No. Not that. I thought… I thought, maybe…” Running a rough hand through his blonde hair, “I thought I had a chance.” “I told you maybe, Steve. Maybe. Maybe I could…” Dropping your hands in defeat, damp eyes pleading with him silently, “There’s more to this story than you know.” “That might be true. Maybe there is some element here that I’m missing. But I know this,” closing in on you, your rump bumping into the wall behind you, “If you were mine, I would never leave you.” Impossibly near, you could smell the minty holdover of toothpaste on his breath, the clinging scent of his aftershave overwhelming your senses. Watching, waiting, Steve cupped your cheek. His touch was so soft you thought you might have imagined it. Tracing your jaw, Steve’s caress continued, those smart fingers tilting your chin up. Parting your lips, your feet moved independently of your head and heart, bringing you closer to the heat of his chest. You didn’t want to want Steve. You weren’t ready to let go of Loki, even after all this time… and yet… Steve was here. With a wide, hot hand wrapping around your waist, drawing your hips snugly against his own. Closing your eyes, feeling your way over flexing arms, you settled your flying fingers on around his ribs. Always a man of action, dipping his full mouth yours, Steve’s kiss was spun sugar light. Offering sweetness and sunshine, you rose up on your toes, meeting him more than halfway. Oh, the feeling of a strong man under your hands. Someone real, not dream or memory, but warm and solid and here. Licking over the seam of Steve’s lips, spurring him on, you sighed when his tongue tentatively tasted your own.

Cradling your face in his impossibly large hands, your need swelled at the grounding support Steve offered, eagerly matching his intensity. As he pulled away, your feminine flavor on his lips, a light of lust shone in his bright eyes. Swallowing hard, “I… I hope that was alright.” Breathless and boneless, “It was more than alright, Steve.” Twisting a lock of your hair, his knuckles brushing over your blush soaked cheekbone, “I have wanted to do that for a long time, you know?” Suddenly shy, you lowered your gaze, “I know. Sorry...” Lifting your chin once more, Steve huskily whispered, “Don’t apologize, doll. Not to me. Not to anyone.” The next morning, at your desk typing away, you weren’t really expecting America’s fiercest fighter to find you. Yet there was Steve, a checkered button up shirt stretched dangerously over his wide chest, sleeves turned up so that the enhanced veins of his wrists were on display. “Hey doll.” “Hey yourself!” Again that flustered feeling washed over you. Steve was hovering right at the edge of your space, too far away, but still shockingly close. “Captain! Great to see you! Tony’s on his way up, but maybe you’d like to wait in my office?” Pepper blew in, graceful and glowing, immediately commanding the attention of their guest. “Sure. I’ll be right there.” But he didn’t budge. In fact, Steve settled himself on the corner of your desk, crossing those impossibly muscled arms, looking you over keenly. Sitting up straighter, swiveling your chair his way, “Is there something I can do for you, Captain Rogers?” That sent one of his golden eyebrows skyward, a playful grin lighting up his face. Steve leaned into you, “A few things, actually. But let’s start with dinner. Tonight, no excuses.” Pulling himself up to his full height, imposing but impossibly charming, “Not too fancy, ok?”

Breathlessly, “Yes. Ok. Yes.”

Swinging back to your computer screen, your chair stopped, forced to stillness by Steve’s heavy hand. “Oh, and doll?” Those lips of his found yours, providing enough pressure to part your own, taking you by surprise at so public a display of affection. But how could you resist when Steve curled you close? He tasted like autumn sunshine, all warm honey and cinnamon sugar, making you melt into his kiss, oblivious to the world around you. “Steve? Oh, Captain, My Captain! Please, stop harassing the help! That’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen!” Tony chided playfully as he approached. Sighing, Steve straightened, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “Tonight. I can’t wait.”

Beaming, you bit your bottom lip, Steve’s taste still on your tongue. “See you then.” Natasha watched you, pacing nervously, worrying a hole in the rug of your apartment. “He’ll be here. Relax.” “I’m not worried about him not showing up. I’m terrified that he will.” Sitting on the edge of your couch, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, “I should cancel. This… this is all happening really fast.” “Fast?” Scoffing, Natasha sashayed into your kitchen, pulling a wine glass from the cabinets she knew so well. “I wouldn’t call your first date in two years fast. If anything, you’re moving at a snail’s pace.” Giggling at her silliness, “A snail’s pace, huh?” Handing you the overfilled goblet, laughing herself, “Yea. Or, like maybe a tortoise?” You sipped cautiously, more to keep your shirt stain free than out of worry about overindulgence, “Slow and steady wins the race, Nat.” “Then what exactly are you racing towards?” It was Natasha's innate ability to turn a question back on you that made her one of your closest friends. Somehow a calming glass of pinot was part of an existential debate on your future. What were you after? “Um… I guess, I want to feel…” words failed you. Feel. Loki had taken all of those ideals with him when he left. If you were completely honest, you weren’t sure what love looked like without the impish, mischievous man at your side. Perching on the arm of your couch, brushing over your search for the right words, “Listen. I know that you’re still… torn. But, give Steve a shot. He’s been alone too long. Just like you.” A firm knock distracted you both. “Well… how do I look?” Smoothing out your skirt, you twirled for your friend, eager to be complimented. “Great! Really great! Have so much fun tonight!” Hugging her quickly, you whispered, “I will… try. I will try. And,” stepping back to look at your thoughtful friend, “Thanks.” Another knock, steady and even as the man on the other side of the door, “No problem! Now get out there, Steve’s waiting.” Nodding once more, you almost danced to the entryway, Natasha peeking into the hall just to make sure that you didn’t falter at the last minute. She felt a small pang of guilt as you opened the door on Steve, standing there with a small bouquet of flowers, hope written across his fine features. Natasha had read the last communique from SHIELD, Fury had made sure of that. What it said, that Loki was alive, and his return to Earth was almost assured, had been running through her mind ever since. All the more reason to get you out of his clutches and into Steve’s while she still could. Just the thought that Loki might come back to claim what was his, meant that there was no way you would have taken her advice, no chance that you’d have accepted Steve’s dinner invitation. Even with his smooth skills, the super soldier knew precious little about wooing women, something Nat chalked up to years under the ice. Unlike Loki, who was as clever and quick as they come. So, Natasha was the matchmaker, the one who hatched this whole scheme. It wasn’t a role she relished but it did require the skill set she had perfected over the years. Watching, waiting, setting a baited trap, springing it at the right time.

And Natasha had executed her part to perfection as evidenced by the adorable look on your face after Steve’s impromptu kiss following your tantrum the other day. Or how he’d visited your office and made your knees weak in front of everyone, including Tony. It was all anyone could talk about. To be honest, Natasha didn’t think Steve had it in him, and yet, you were walking out the door with him, off to a night of fun and romance. “Um… Nat? Could you?” Handing over the small bundle of blossoms, Natasha took them, a satisfied smile on her face. This was going to work, she could feel it. You were already halfway gone from the looks of things and Steve had been yours since the first time he’d met you. If Loki spent another month, or, fingers crossed longer, off world, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, hell, the Forest Moon of Endor, you’d be hooked on Steve and safe from that Trickster and his shifting plans. Questioning herself, Natasha wondered, not for the first time, if she was doing the right thing. The noble thing. The plain truth was she couldn’t watch you break again, not after last time. Steve wouldn’t cause that kind of hurt, he just wasn’t built that way, and that’s why she’d pulled your collective strings. Moving your pieces into play, always in your best interest, always to help, that’s what Nat told herself.

But always, deep down, she was a company girl and it was Fury who wanted to keep tight tabs on you. Without knowing the whys of Nat's scheme, he had been happy to learn about Steve's growing interest in the girl who once tamed Loki. His reasoning, as he explained to the Black Widow, was two fold.

First, knowing Steve was with you to keep you safe and under surveillance in the event that Loki contacted you was a good thing. No need to search for you while you were necking with the Captain. Second, if Loki came back needing a reminder on why he should behave, you were there as incentive… or bait, depending on the severity of the situation.

Sighing, Natasha gulped down your unfinished wine, wondering if her plan would be enough to keep you safe. Why couldn't Loki stay gone? Maybe he had moved on, just like you, and he would stay away.

Fat chance of that happening with you in play. Loki would be back. That would happen. As she placed Steve’s floral arrangement into your vase, Natasha hoped that it would be later, much later, than her reading suggested.

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viking-raider · 4 years

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Powerless *Sensitive*

Summary: Henry is woken up in the middle of the night, by Kal, only to find you in a powerless battle, with something much darker than the night outside. The darkness inside yourself.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,686

Rating: M - Violence, Blood, Hurt/Comfort, Demons, Kal, light fluff, slight daddy kink

Inspiration: This was given to me via an anon.

Author’s Note: This is VERY sensitive content, many will find this hard to read. If you’re ever feeling this way, please reach out to those that can help you, a family member or a therapist.

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“Kal!” Henry groaned as the 45kg Akita pounced on him.

“Come on, Kal, it's the middle of the night!” He scolded him, pushing him off, and that's when he heard the odd strangled sound. “Y/n?” He called, abruptly awake and rolled onto his back, his hand moving out to touch you, only coming up with cold sheets.

The odd strangled sound reached him again, now fully awake, Henry quickly identified the sound; it was a choked sob. He sat up in bed and looked through the open doorway and saw you standing in the living room, turned sideways and clutching something in one hand and pressing it to the forearm of your other arm. You whimpered and shifted, the street light coming in from the living room window made the object in your hand glint, Henry's stomach clenched, watching you start to pull it across your arm, and was out of bed, in a flash of limbs and blankets.

“Y/n, no!” He yelled, startling you. “Stop.” He added softer, his socked feet sliding to a stop across the hardwood.

You backed away from him, pressing the knife firmer against your forearm, blood dripping off your fingers and shaking your head, mindlessly at him. “No.” You squeaked, shaking hard.

Henry took slow deep breaths, calming himself down, knowing that if he got worked up and in over his head, you would only freak out more and do something neither of you could live with. As calm as he could get, Henry slowly stretched his arm out to you, motioning with his fingers. “Give me the knife, y/n.” He said to you, quietly and gulped, watching your dark red blood drip to the floor. “Please.”

“No.” You answered, your voice weak from tears. “No, I can't.”

“Yes, you can.” He nodded, licking his lips. “You can give to me,” he smiled softly at you. “I know, you can, sweetheart. You're so str--”

“Don't try that shite on me, Henry!” You barked, standing up straighter, even more agitated. “Fucking emotional blackmail, I have quite enough of that on my own!” You growled, sliding the knife a little more along your forearm; making Henry wince and look away, scrunch his eyes closed.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, slowly opening his eyes again, seeing the blood pool and flow through the fingers of your limp hand. He had to get your attention, snap you out of whatever the fuck you were going through and take the knife away from you. “I didn't mean it like that way, love.” He told you, slowly, taking the teeniest step forward. “I just meant,” He licked his lips, trying to figure something out. “I know, you're going through something right now,” he sighed, relaxing. “obviously.” he motioned to your arm. “but, you don't have to go through it like that, babe. I'm right here, with you.” He bit his lips, gulping down his emotions, and held his hand out again.

“Let me help.”

“You using reverse psychology, on a psychology major, Puppy?” You laughed, smirking darkly at him. “That was damn good, Hen.” You complimented him, but didn't give into him. “But, no. I'm tired, of feeling this way, almost nothing works, and even that feels like its slipping away. So, what's the fucking point, anymore?” You told him, sliding the knife a little lower.

That's when another section of Henry's brain clicked on, his body tensed and he fixed you with a stern expression. “Give Daddy the knife, Baby.” He ordered you, in a sharp voice.

It clicked on the similar section of your own brain, making your head tilt with instinctive response and caught you off-guard enough, for Henry to lunge forward, his hand closing around the one you held the knife with, yanked it away from your arm, and completely out of your hand, tossing it on the coffee table, as he used the leverage of your hand to spin you around and pull you back against him, crossing your arms against your chest, and locking his arms over them, holding you up. Henry dropped his face into your neck and shoulder, panting hard from adrenaline and pent up emotions, both of you shaking against each other, and sobbing freely.

“Don't do that to me again, Baby.” Henry cried, pressing his forehead to your temple. “Please, for the love of God, don't do that again, y/n.” He gulped hard, squeezing his eyes shut against fresh tears, he'd almost lost you. “I can't live without you.”

“I'm sorry, Daddy.” You cried, dropping your head back against his chest. “I'm so sorry, Henry. I-I don't kn-know what came over...”

“Ssshhhh.” He hushed you, pressing his lips to your cheek. “It's all right, I got you now, sweetie.” He whispered lovely to you, carefully turning you around to face him and pressed his lips to your forehead, then your lips. “You're safe with me.” He told you, laying your head on his chest and just held you for a while, before directing you to the bathroom.

Picking you up, Henry set you on the bathroom counter and knelt to pull out the cotton pads and antiseptic wash from under the sink. Holding your bloody arm over the sink, Henry rinsed it off with water first, and checked them. Luckily, the four long cuts weren't deep enough for a hospital visit. Thank God for small miracles. Henry thought, pressing a few cotton pads on them, then soak those with the wash, making you grunt and hiss.

“A small price.” He said, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Keep your arm like that, we don't need anymore blood all over your clothes and the house.” He told you, making sure you kept your arm over the sink, then went out to the kitchen, grabbing the roll of paper towels off the holder and a bottle of disinfectant, he cleaned up all the blood in the living room and the trail to the bathroom. “Let's see.” He sighed, carefully removing the soiled pads and was relieved they stopped bleeding for the most part. “Stay here.” He told you, giving you a look of warning, then jogged out to the car, taking out the medical kit he had in the trunk, thanks to his mum, who made him carry one in the car.

You never know, Henry! She'd said as she handed to him.

“No, you don't.” he sighed, coming back in the bathroom.

“Don't what?” You asked quietly, blinking at him.

“Nothing, just recalling something my mother said.” He answered, unzipping the kit and pulled out the roll of medical gauze, carefully wrapping it around your wounded arm and securing it with a bit of medical tape. “Fucking Christ, Nugget.” He sighed, raking his bloody hands through his hair and looking the two of you over, your shirt and shorts were covered in blood, there were drip marks on your thighs and a smudge on your face; Henry had it all over his hands, upper arms and shirt. “Look at me.” He whispered, staring at you. “Come on, look at me.” He said, resting his hands on edge of the counter, on either side of your legs.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against Henry's chest, your hands grabbing a hold of his hips. “I'm sorry, Daddy.” You mumbled, sucking on your bottom lip.

Henry nodded his head and kissed the top of yours, this is how you wanted to do it. That was fine with Henry, as long as you were all right and safe. “Look at Daddy, Baby.” He whispered into your hair, feeling the shiver of obedience race down your back, lifting his head. “There's that beautiful face.” He cooed at you, sweetly, and grinned. “Tell me, you've always woken me up or come to me, before it gets like this.” He said, his face and voice softening with confused concern. “Why didn't you come to me this time, Baby? What happened?”

“I don't know.” You sighed, blinking at him and biting your lip. “I was awake and moving, before I even realized what I was doing, and-” You floundered, trying to describe what had gone on inside of you. “and I just...got-lost in it, before I was able to get a hold of it and prevent it.” You told him, shaking your head, it was a weak summary of what had happened, but, you couldn't figure out how to actually explain it. “It consumed me, like the darkest night and I was powerless.”

“I'm sorry.” Henry whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “I wish, I could have been awake, when it started.” He told you, letting you scoot closer to him, loosely wrapping your legs around his thighs and your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek to his chest. “It's odd, though. I usually do wake up, even a little bit, when you get out of bed. I didn't feel you get up, at all.” He thought about it. “It was Kal, that woke me up.” Henry looked out the bathroom door and saw Kal sitting in the middle of the hallway, staring at the two of you.

“When the bark didn't work.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“He barked?” Henry frowned down at you, even more bothered.

You helped up your thumb and first two fingers for him to see. “Three times.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He sighed, pushing a hand through his curls. “If it wasn't for him..”

“I'd be dead.” You stated, flatly.

Henry pulled back, grabbing your face in his hands and looked at you with shocked, hurt. “Don't ever say that again.” He told you, though it sounded a lot more like a beg.

You gripped Henry's wrists and looked him in the eyes. “I promise.” You told him, taking a deep breath. “I'm not going any where, now or ever, Henry. My life is the better, with you in it.”

“God, I hope so.” Henry whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “My life is too.”

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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A NSFW daddy shin bath scenario please 🙏 bless your response to anon's bath msg 🙏

Hoo boy, bby. I finally finished this. Hope you (and all y’all Shinjuhoes like me) like it. 💜✨✨✨

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Shinjurō x F!S/O: Bath Scene (NSFW Scenario):

Warning: Smut, Bath Sex, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Cockwarming, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, D/s Themes, Pussy Slapping, Orgasm Denial

To say that (Y/n)’s entire body was sore was the understatement of the year.

She felt like she had been dragged to hell and back with the pain that radiated from all her muscles. Her thighs kept quivering as well; a result of the muscle spasms that assaulted her body every once in a while, because her night had been long and arduous.

The demon she had been tracking for a while had put up a really good fight. It had even managed to throw her around for a bit, despite all of the training and experience she had as a Hashira.

If she were petty enough, she would have blamed the uneven footing that fighting on sand had rendered. She struggled so badly to just keep herself upright, as she couldn’t get enough force to kick herself up so she could put more weight into her strikes.

But her shortcoming was all her own. She was willing to own up to it and admit that she needed more training, but that would happen after she got a bath to clean all the sand off of her.

She could even feel it in places where it didn’t belong; namely, between her thighs and between her breasts. If she were lewd enough, she would say that those were places where only Shinjurō’s cock belonged.

But she wasn’t. So she kept the thought to herself, while stripping off her clothes on the way to the bathroom.

Still, she couldn’t deny that the image of her lover rubbing his thick, hard cock against her body made her hot and needy for him.

“You’re home early,” The low and gruff voice made (Y/n) jump, then she whirled around and used her discarded clothes to cover her frontal nudity— even though it was needless, as Shinjurō had seen her naked so many times before.

In fact, there were days when he would just keep her on his cock; dangling from his body like the lewd woman that she was, as he set about to do his daily routine.

Such a thing wouldn’t have been possible, had Kyōjurō and Senjurō not moved out of the house after (Y/n) came along.

It wasn’t that they disliked her, but Kyōjurō just wanted to live separately from them since he got married and all, and had asked Senjurō to look after his wife while she was pregnant.

So that left (Y/n) and Shinjurō all by themselves in such a big house. They were free to do whatever they pleased, and they spent that time having all the sex that they could; especially when (Y/n) was not on missions.

“I- yes, daddy. I just got home.” Her answer was slightly shaky, as she could feel her heartbeat echoing in her ears from her prior scare. But what made her more unsteady was the sight of her lover’s chest on display from the slight part in his yukata.

Meanwhile, Shinjurō scanned her from head to toe, making note of all the tiny bruises and cuts that dotted her body. Then, his gaze zeroed in on the large bruise on her shoulder, which made him quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You’re getting rusty if a demon threw you around like that.”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip at that, because she hated nothing more than being schooled by Shinjurō. She was fine with being punished during sex, but being reprimanded because her skills— or lack thereof— was very unsettling to her.

“But don’t worry. Daddy will make you feel better.”

Her heart practically seized at his words, because that was the last thing she had expected to hear from him. Shinjurō was being very lenient with her, and it only struck her then that he was in a good mood.

A part of her wanted to ask why, but the wiser part of her told her to let it go and just go with the flow.

“But I’m so dirty, daddy. I’m all covered with sand...”

That statement made the older man’s eyes glint with something (Y/n) couldn’t put her finger on. Excitement, perhaps?

“Then I’ll clean my filthy cocksleeve up, as well. Get you all nice and clean with my hands and cock. Do you want that?” A short chuckle punctuated his statement, as more heat pooled at the pit of (Y/n)’s stomach.

Her pussy was practically flooding with wetness with every word that passed from the former Hashira’s lips. He was just that sinful.

“Please, Daddy. I want that very much.”

A smirk tugged up at the corner of Shinjurō’s lips, before he beckoned her to turn around and march up to the bathroom.

She had even taken to leaving her clothes and sword on the floor— where she would have to pick it up later. Much later.

However, when they were going up the stairs, he couldn’t help himself and squeezed one ass cheek in his right hand.

The move caused (Y/n) to stop in her tracks, before letting her lover’s left hand on the middle of her back guide her into presenting herself for him— right on the stairs.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty cunt, baby.” Shinjurō accentuated his point by running the tip of his index finger up her slit; collecting her wetness on it before playing with her clit.

(Y/n)’s thighs quivered even more, while her hands tried to find some purchase against the steps in front of her— to no avail.

And then, without any preamble, he brought a hand down on her sopping cunt; making sure to hit her clit in that way she liked. It elicited a breathless gasp from her, which had (Y/n) bowing her head and moaning out in pleasure when he did it again.

“Who owns this pretty fucking cunt?” Shinjurō growled out, as his index and middle fingers teased her entrance by slowly dipping inside her.

“You do, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” With that, he pushed his fingers in up to the knuckle and had to bite back a grin when he heard the wet squelch of her cunt reverberate off the walls.

Meanwhile, his left hand left its place where it was splayed at the base of her spine, before snaking down between her legs and playing with her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Only I can fuck this cunt. No one else; just me.”

(Y/n) found herself nodding to his words, but squeaked in surprise when the former Hashira slapped her clit. She almost came right on the spot, as he curled his fingers against her g-spot in time with his slaps.

Her legs were quivering, and her knees felt like they were about to give in, but she tried her hardest to hold herself up.

“I’m- I’m cumming, Daddy,” She cried out, tasting the barest hint of her orgasm when Shinjurō’s hands stopped moving. He pulled his fingers out of her, with a grin playing at his lips, before putting them inside his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Not yet, baby. Up to the bathroom.”

A groan wanted to tip free from the young woman’s lips, but she bit down on her tongue and forced her body to straighten itself up before resuming the walk up to their shared bathroom.

Every step was agonizing, as her wetness smeared all over the insides of her thighs, while doing nothing to alleviate the emptiness that she felt in her cunt.

But once they were there, Shinjurō made quick work of his yukata and tossed it to the floor. He then took his cock in his hand, pumping his rock hard erection a few times before pressing the head up against (Y/n)’s sopping entrance.

“Get your bath ready while you warm my cock,” Shinjurō muttered gruffly against the shell of (Y/n)’s ear, then moved to bite down on it before licking the redness that his teeth left behind.

The very thought of it made shivers race across the young woman’s spine, but she didn’t let her excitement show— other than parting her legs and moving to slip the head of Shinjurō’s cock inside her hole.

“Such an impatient little slut.” With that, the former Hashira pushed his dick all the way inside (Y/n). The head of it rubbed tantalizingly against the entrance of her womb, which made her eyes almost roll to the back of her head— especially when she set to work on filling the ofuro up with the hot water from the bamboo faucet.

It had been such a splurge to have a direct wooden pipe line be built from the hot springs, but it was so worth it, as the water helped ease all of the aches and pains that the young woman felt.

Especially during the days when she got thoroughly fucked by her older lover. And those days came by more often than not, which was saying a lot.

Shinjurō thrusted gently every once in a while, as he watched (Y/n) fill the ofuro up like she normally would; as if his cock weren’t nestled so snugly within her walls. She straightened herself out with a quiet gasp, before reaching over to the tiny window sill and getting the scented oil which she loved very much.

Two drops of it was usually enough for herself but, since she knew that her lover was most likely going to join her, she added a few more before screwing the cap back on and returning it where it came from.

She seemed so calm and collected on the outside, but every motion made her want to moan aloud in pleasure— because every minuscule move made the cock inside her deliciously rub against her walls.

All the veins and ridges of his cock rubbed her in all the right ways that she was so close to cumming, even without further stimulation.

“I can feel your walls tightening, baby. You’re not allowed to cum until I fucking say so.” She wanted to whine at that, but found herself nodding and pursing her lips instead.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

At that, Shinjurō decided to have mercy upon his precious little fucktoy. He didn’t even wait until the ofuro was halfway filled with water; he simply picked (Y/n) up by the waist and stepped into the wooden tub with her still wrapped around his cock.

Of course, he didn’t waste the chance to bounce her up and down on his length as they sat down. But when he was fully situated within the ofuro, he readjusted his lover until she was laying against his chest, with her legs hooked to his own.

The position left her so open and vulnerable, but she couldn’t deny the immense pleasure that coursed through her at the image she knew they must have made— with his cock buried inside her to the hilt, and her hands gently clawing at his thighs.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock; the perfect little cocksleeve. I want to fucking wreck you and fill you up with so much cum that you get pregnant.” Shinjurō’s filthy words in her ear sent another wave of heat pooling at the pit of her stomach, and his gentle thrusting motions didn’t help alleviate the feeling at all.

“Please, Daddy. I want you to fill me up with your thick, hot cum. I want to feel it deep inside me.”

Before she knew it, he had placed his hands on either side of her waist and had begun bouncing her up and down his cock— uncaring of the water that sloshed out of the ofuro and splashed onto the ground.

Shinjurō’s fingers dug deeply against her skin, hard enough to leave bruises, but not hard enough to actually hurt; and still, he kept going— rutting so avidly into his lover’s cunt that he was making a mess not only of the bathroom, but of her as well.

She threw her head back against his shoulder, while his mouth busied itself by latching onto her neck and leaving love bites and bruises in its wake.

He didn’t care if others saw them; in fact, he wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him and him alone. The thought of her being with someone else wasn’t only unbearable, but it was also unfathomable.

Because, as far as he was concerned, (Y/n) was his forever. His to fuck and love thoroughly for the rest of his existence.

She didn’t know how long they had been at it, but as Shinjurō’s thrusts got harder and harder, her cries of pleasure got even louder— until she felt her walls clamp down around his cock; as if it was trying to make it stay there forever.

“I’m so close, Daddy. Please let me cum. Please,” She pleaded desperately, as her nails dug into the former Hashira’s thighs. Her own thighs quivered with the onslaught of her oncoming release, yet she held herself back— because she didn’t want him to punish her by prolonging her orgasm even more.

“Cum, baby. Cum around Daddy’s hard cock, then.” She didn’t need to be told twice, as she unfurled the control that she had been desperately clinging to earlier.

With that, her orgasm ran through her entirety; making her legs twitch, especially when Shinjurō reached forward and played with her clit, while the other hand went up to pinch her right nipple— which further heightened her release.

Even as she was coming back down from her high, the former Hashira kept thrusting incessantly— not once getting sloppy even though he felt like his balls were going to explode.

One more thrust later, he buried his cock all the way inside his lover and held it there as his cum shot out of him in thick, warm ropes. He stayed as still as he could, while she tightened and loosened her walls to milk him further of his seed.

And when he was done filling her up, Shinjurō leaned his head forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of (Y/n)’s lips.

He didn’t move from where they were, keeping his cock inside her to prevent his cum from leaking out; as he couldn’t wait to see the day when she was all round and swollen with his child.

“Such a good little fucktoy.”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Being A Good Friend

Part 13

Summary: Cameron and his friends beat up Alex, time to cheer up Alex.

Arthor’s Note: Sure we saw a bit of what happned...some is implied...the director says Juliet and Alex had sex...well here is Reader and Alex during that scene! (The bottom left/middle are in fact Ewan in a very different yet fun photoshoot!)

Warning: Alex & Reader sex

You both winced as David, slammed his bedroom door closed shortly after arriving back at the flat. Rolling, your eyes you sighed. “He is such a dick.” You muttered.

Alex chuckled then winced.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” He squeezed your hand.

Surveying the first aid kit, you took out a cotton ball and the small bottle of rubbing alcohol. “This is probably sting,” you pressed your lips together. “Maybe even hurt.”

“I know.”

It made you ill to cause him more pain. You inhaled. Moistening the cotton ball, you went over the scratch above his one eye. He hissed in a breath. You blew gently over it so it immediately dried.

“As much as it hurts I don’t think he broke your nose.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Good, but I still want to break his.”

“I wish I could hit him too.” You remarked. You dabbed the cotton ball again. This time you cleaned the blood from around from where the blood came from his nose. “Let’s get you some ice.”

“Alright, I’ll come with you.”

Taking out the ice tray, you freed a few cubes to crush. As you did, you watched as Alex, shrugged out of his suit jacket.

“At least, none of the blood got on that.” He remarked. “I will have to throw this out. He pulled off what had been a white dress shirt.

You nodded, and crushed the last of the cubes. “Want something to drink?”

“Is there any ginger beer still in the fridge?”

“I’ll look.” You smiled, you grabbed the bottle. Going on your tip toes, you grabbed glass. You placed it near him. You poured some for him.

“Thank you.”

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After whipping some breakfast up for Alex, you poured him some more of the ginger beer into his glass.

He looked so drained. “I swear Alex if we ever run into Cameron again, he better run.” You notoced that one of Alex’s eyes was beginning to bruise.

He grimaced. “My girl, such a lioness.”

You smiled at him, proudly but your face dropped as you saw David, “Do you want any breakfast? I can make you something.” You would always tried to be nice despite his behavior. It always boggled you, how him and Alex lived together.

His eyes narrowed as he looked between the two of you. “No, I’m late.” He grabbed his coat, and continued to storm out of the flat and of course he made sure to slam the door.

You both winced. “What a miserable bastard.” You mumbled.

Alex nodded, then winced.

“Want a tablet?”

“Please.”

Grabbing your toast and cup of tea, and the tablets for Alex, you sat next to him. “Here you go.” You gave him one of the tablets.

“Thank you.”

For a brief while you two happily munched at your meals. You were not going to let Alex, stew. He looked like he wanted to. Maybe they could do something.

“Y//N, want to curl up, watch some tv? Catch a game show?”

The phone rang, you sighed. “Seriously. First, he slams the door and now the phone.” Getting up, you and Alex shared a look.

“Hello?” You sweetly, then waited. “Hello?” Whoever it was then clicked off. You shrugged and went back to Alex.

“Who was it?”

You shrugged. “No idea. They hung up.”

“Maybe they wanted you recite the entire conversation, with exciting bits and all.”

You smiled. “I believe it.” You giggled. “Actually, Alex” you tried to make your excitement look bright and exciting. “I want us to go and spend some money.”

He smirked, then winced. “That could be fun.”

“Yeah, it will be! We will spend it on whatever we want. Can be on silly things or whatever we want.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

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Before you knew what you were doing, you both had racked up quite the pile of random things. The flat was covered. Off to one side, there was a box of candy over flowing. A teddy bear almost as big as you sat off to the side. At some point, a few drinks in you straddled Alex. You had grabbed some eyeliner.

“Close your eyes, Alex.” He did as he was told. There was just something about how his eyes looked like that...you loved it.

Getting up you both continued to drink, dance around the flat, and the music was turned up. The place was hopping. Records and cds were strewn all over the place.

You snapped several pictures of each other being silly. For the first, time in a very long time a freeness grabbed a hold of you both. Neither of you cared much about anything. You even made video clips. Saying things that need to be said, as you looked seriously as you spoke into the camera.

Squishing, recling together at one point, you held the camera you bought and pointed it at the two of you. “I used to have all sorts of urges.”

He giggled, kissing your cheek, the scent of all the alcohol he drank tickled your nose. Looking, seriously at the camera again, he spoke again.

“Than, I met you,” He looked at you, his eyes twinkled. He looked back at the camera, “and now, I am having a wonderful sexual liaison, with her and I am complete.”

He tilted his head back and let out a loud woo. You only giggled. He looked at the camera, “I have something else to report!” He tore off the large sunglasses he had on.

Take off that dress, he whispered harshly into your ear. You could resist, shaking. There was a wildly exciting look burning in his eyes. Then he looked back at the camera. “This is Alex Law and Y/N,” You shouted with him. “I’m so happy I could die.” He kissed you then, and you kissed him back. The camera, dropping to the side beside you.

You pulled back, “I had better do what you said.”

Standing, on wobbly tipsy legs feeling the impact on all the alcohol you drank with Alex, you slipped off the black wedges that you had been wearing and threw them off somewhere, with a bang they hit one of the walls. It made you giggle.

He chuckled. “Look at you baby.” He smirked up at you.

“Just wait.” Reaching down you grasped the transparent overdress with the shiny red hearts.

He gave a sharp loud whistle. “Baaaby!” He hooted.

You danced and twirled around as he watched you. It tickled you and made you tingle with happiness. Stopping you smiled down at him.

“What are ya going to do now?” He wiggled his eye brows are you.

“You!” Went down on your knees beside him. “Oh, Alex.” You whispered before kissing him. He kissed you back. Hungry, sloppy and fun. He tore off the wild cap, he pulled off shirt tossing them. Now he was just in a white shirt and trousers.

Something grabbed you hard in your stomach, your need for him erupting in your. You grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, he smirked up at you as you straddled. “I need you.” You whispered against his lips and a sharp groan came from you as he pressed himself against you. You felt every inch of his growing hard-on. Your mouth watered, your body craved him.

The kiss grew deeper, pulling sounds from you. Distracted by how good it felt, Alex moved till he was above you. “I need you too. But, I can’t wait any longer.”

Reaching, down you heard him undo his pants, he pushed your panties aside arching and gasping he entered you.

That’s when all abandon, consumed the two of you. You kissed, bit and sucked at each other. The stress of that damn body, his flatmates, yours, the love you two share fueled you. Pure abandon filled the two of you.

It did not take long till you were arching against him. “Alex.” You called out shaking hard, you wilted by the force of it under him. Panting and feeling amazing. He thrust in and out of you as you let your fingers still move through his thick strands as he panted and moaned hard into your throat. He bit, he sucked but then he shook himself as you felt him cum hard deep in you.

Dazed, he looked down at you. “Wow.” He finally say, after he swallowed hard a few times.

“Yeah,” You breathed.

You already missed him the feel of him shortly after he pulled out of you and tucked himself back into his pants. Rolling over, you reached and reached again for the transparent over dress with those garish hearts and pulled it down over your body.

Still out of breath you ruffled his hair as he rested his forehead against your hip. He pressed a kiss there. “Damn, I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

The door slammed shut. Your eyes met his as a pair of stamping feet drew close.

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mlinkwell · 5 years

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Model Student (part 2)

Pairing: Johnny Suh x OC/Reader (fem)

Genre: uni!au/bf!au // smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: fingering, penetrative sex, taking of nude images. This is a work of fiction. Please do not send nude photographs irl. Can go hella wrong.

A/N: We back. It’s 3 am, I have work in the morning, but we back. This has been a long time coming and I’m so excited to continue this piece. Please enjoy.

Part One

Johnny only lived about five minutes away from you. You had actually dried off and put clothes on, but your hair was still slightly wet by the time you heard your front door open.

“Back here!” You called from your place at your desk. You pushed yourself away from your laptop, highlighters, and books and swiveled your chair to face your open doorway. Moments later, Johnny appeared, a soft, tired smile immediately gracing your features. You felt your heart flutter and your own smile grew as he set down his bag and moved closer to you. You held your arms out to him, and he - instead of embracing you - pulled you swiftly out of your seat. You squealed in laughter as you fell into him, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and you landing on his torso.

“Hey,” you heard Johnny murmur above you. You giggled while trying your hardest to move your body into a more comfortable position than the one you landed in. You finally moved your legs up enough to get your knees on the bed on either side of Johnny’s waist. You flipped your hair out of your face, Johnny completely in view now.

“Hey,” you replied. Johnny’s smile grew. His hands found their way from your hips to your back, pulling you down to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly before giving you a peck on the lips. You returned the kiss and rested your hands on his chest.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you said, looking into his deep, sparkling brown eyes. You used your push off of his chest, sitting up to say, “but if I don’t finish my work now then I’ll never get out of bed.”

“I hate when you’re right,” Johnny sighed, swatting your butt before sitting up. You slid off his lap and moved to your desk. Johnny walked back to your doorway to grab his bags. When he turned around, you were already back focused on your laptop, textbook open while you typed up a discussion board post. He sighed again before asking, “You’re not going to sit on the bed with me?”

You turned to look at Johnny, a bag in each hand and a dramatic pout on his face that you couldn’t help but smirk at before rolling your eyes as you turned away.

“We’ll get too distracted,” you said simply. You heard him huff before moving towards you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“But I want your input on my schedule,” Johnny whined.

“You’ll get it when I’m done,” you told him. He groaned loudly as he fell on your bed. You refused to give him the satisfaction of turning around. Instead, you stared ahead, typing at a leisurely pace so Johnny could hear each keystroke. You heard another dramatic sigh behind you, prompting you to pick up your headphones.

“Babe!” Johnny half-shouted, half-whined.

“Do your work, John,” You responded calmly, setting the headphones back down on the desk. You didn’t hear any more complaints and continued doing your assignment before Johnny found another way to interrupt you.

However, it seemed that Johnny had given up on you sitting with him, and you heard nothing more than unintentional hums of concentration, flipping of papers, and his fingers hitting the keys and mouse pad of his laptop.

You soon put the thought of his possible interruptions out of your mind, and you were solely focused on finishing the tasks in front of you. Your eyes flickered from your textbook to your laptop, copying sections of text to include in your analysis. You typed up your chapter notes, taking your time to craft an argument from the material for your discussion. Within the next 20 minutes, your discussion post was up and ready three weeks early, and you were ready to move on to another assignment.

You turned around to grab your planner from the backpack hanging on the back of your seat. Once you raised you with the small book in hand, you caught a glimpse of Johnny reclined on your bed. He had one pillow between himself and the headboard and another on his lap to hold his computer. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He looked absolutely beautiful. He was stunning, and he was yours, and after weeks of not being able to see him, he was here.

You turned around as quickly yet discreetly as possible, as if it would somehow be embarrassing for your long term boyfriend to catch you staring. Planner now sitting open in front you, you crossed off the discussion post you’d just completed. You had one item left on your to-do list, but it could wait. You capped your pen and closed your planner before slowly rising out of your desk chair. You moved to the bed, slowly moving up against Johnny so as to not throw his laptop off balance. Johnny welcomed you immediately, one arm leaving his keyboard to engulf you.

“I love you,” you whispered as you cuddled up against his side.

“I love you, too,” he responded, his lips coming down to place a small kiss on your forehead. The warmth of the action flowed through every inch of you, and if it was possible to smile with your whole body, you were.

“Did you get your schedule figured out?” You asked, finally settled.

“I think so,” Johnny breathed out. “But I swear to God if Young changes anything else I’m dropping out.”

“I like these,” you commented, referring to the work Johnny was doing. His laptop screen displayed a series of photographs he’d been editing. They appeared to be from a park close to campus that the two of you visited often. They displayed different angles of a stone wall with vines creeping down the top, the flourishing greens cutting through the cool tones created by the gray stones and midmorning sky.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded against his chest. “They’re pretty.”

“Well,” Johnny began. He closed his laptop and used one long, strong arm to place it on your bedside table before turning his body and attention to you. He looked you up and down, stopping at your eyes before saying, “They’re nothing compared to what you sent me earlier.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a smirk on your face.

“You don’t?” He inquired as he slipped you off his chest. You shook your head playfully.

“I’m no photographer,” you quipped.

“You’re no liar, either,” he joked, “but you are quite the model.”

You giggled as Johnny leaned down to connect his lips with yours. Though the sound was muffled, your smile stayed as you happily kissed him back.

“Can I keep it?” Johnny asked after breakin away.

“What?” You asked,

“The picture,” he clarified. “Do I have to delete it?”

You sighed, “I guess not. Just don’t show anyone, okay?”

“I promise,” He said seriously. “I don’t want anyone seeing you like that except for me.”

“Me either,” you replied and reconnected your lips with his. Without breaking the kiss, Johnny began to better position himself over you, one of his large hands running down your body, causing you to squirm.

The two of you fell into your usual rhythm so easily. Johnny’s hands were all over you, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close, even though he most certainly wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

Soon, Johnny disconnected his lips from yours and started placing kisses and small licks on your jaw and neck. Every so often, he would tease a sweet spot, causing your hips to buck into his. Your hands were braced on his shoulders and moans and whimpers were occasionally passing your lips. Johnny began to run his hands up your sweatshirt, the contact with your skin setting you on fire.

“Didn’t you want my input on your homework schedule?” You joked with the little breath you had.

“Babe,” Johnny said as he raised up, pulling his shirt off and revealing his toned torso, “I’m a little more concerned with a very different input right now.”

You swat his stomach playfully as you flexed your core, raising up enough to pull the sweatshirt off your body, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties.

“Fuck,” Johnny breathed out as he looked over you. His hand ran up your stomach, up the valley between your breasts, and finally landed around your neck. You smiled at him, heat rushing to your core. His hand let go of your throat and moved up to your mouth, which you immediately open to accept his fingers. “So good, baby.”

You moved your hands down to your waist and began to slip your underwear down your legs. Johnny removed his hand from your mouth and got off the bed, allowing you to slide the fabric completely off of you. When Johnny returned to the bed, he was just as bare as you. He resumed his position on his knees in between your legs, which were now spread wide for him.

You leaned back when you felt Johnny’s hands slowly moving up legs, getting closer and closer to your core every second. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers finally apply pressure to your most sensitive area. He quickly began to rub at your clit before using his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart.

“So wet for me,” he remarked. You laid back, eyes closed and breathing heavy while you focused on every movement of his fingers. You were becoming so overwhelmed so easily. You felt Johnny allow you a break while he spread you open again, most likely admiring how absolutely dripping you were for him.

“Hey, baby?” Johnny asked, his voice deep and husky. You hummed in response, opening your eyes lightly. “Can I take more?”

“Take more?”

You opened your eyes completely, spotting Johnny immediately as he reached towards the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. His words registered immediately and you shot up.

“I.. I don’t,” you stammered, “I don’t know. That, that’s kinda something we should really talk about first.”

“Then let’s talk about it,” he said, moving to join you at the head of the bed.

“Now?”

“Why wait?”

He pulled a blanket over you, cuddling you close to his chest, but far enough away for him to be able to look at you. He could sense you were uncomfortable, and he was going to make you talk through it before you did anything else.

“I mean, I’m kind of okay with it,” you shrugged.

“Just kind of?” He pressed.

“Why do you want them?” You asked, turning your eyes to him.

“A couple reasons,” Johnny answered, running his fingers up and down your arm. “Because the one you sent me earlier was absolutely beautiful.” “Well that was supposed to make you want to come to me,” you giggled.

“But what about when we’re drowning in schoolwork and can’t see each for weeks?” Johnny asked. “I want them for when I can’t have you, I guess.”

“So you want them for your spank bank?” You joked.

“Would you rather me have other girls in my spank bank?” He pointed out. You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly at him. He moved closer to you pulling you back to him. “But seriously, you don’t have to, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to have them,” you sighed, trying to explain yourself. “I just don’t want anyone else to see them. This is just something private to me.” “Yena,” Johnny said, cupping your jaw with one hand and looking you directly in the eye, “I promise you I would never show something like that to anyone. Ever.”

“I know,” you said, looking back at him. “I just don’t want them to come across it.”

“How about this,” he began, “If you’re okay with it, I’ll take them on my camera. They would stay on their own card, have their own folder. No one would possibly see them.”

“You’d have to put in more work that way,” you remarked.

“Well yeah, but as much as I want it, I want to do it in a way you’re comfortable with,” he replied, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m comfortable with you,” you told him, “so as long as it’s for you.”

“Of course,” he mumbled against your skin as he moved on top of you. You found yourself relaxing into your bed, comforted by your blankets and Johnny’s kisses. His mouth was working its way across your collarbones and his hand was diving in between your bodies to get your worked up again. You gasped as you felt his fingers gently brush your clit. Johnny knew your body well. He was toying with you, taking advantage of your sensitivity. You were squirming under him in a minute.

You cried out when you suddenly felt Johnny sucking harshly on your chest. You wriggled and whimpered as he moved around your skin, leaving red marks in his wake and slipping a finger inside you to mix some pleasure with pain. Eventually he rose and pecked your pouting lips before saying, “It’ll make a great picture.”

With one hand still working in between your legs, Johnny leaned over the bed and found his camera bag. Eyes closed and body focused on his movements in you, you could just barely make out the sound of the bag being unzipped before you felt the slight weight of something on the bed beside you. You opened your eyes and turned your head over to see Johnny’s camera and a few lenses next to you. Johnny grabbed you by the wrist and replaced his hand with your own.

“Touch yourself for me.” With that, he cleaned off his finger with his tongue and went to work assembling his camera. You lightly rubbed circles on your clit. You always found passions attractive, and you were adored watching Johnny work on things he loved, but you never thought it would be this easy to touch yourself while watching Johnny adjust his equipment. Yet here you were, looking at him through hooded eyes as he focused on his camera. He had chosen a lens, the other placed on your nightstand just in case he wanted to swap them.

You took in every detail: the contrast between the matte black skin tone and the skin tone of his large hands with veins that you could follow all the way up his muscled arms, the way his bottom lip was caught between his perfect teeth, the furrow of his brow as he concentrated on the device in his hands, the dim, warm light of your lamps hitting his skin. By the time Johnny took his test shot, you were absolutely soaking, fingers working almost involuntarily and your eyes trained on him.

Johnny turned his attention back to you, eyes focused on your core before finally meeting your eyes. He brought a hand up to your cheek, stroking it softly. “So pretty, baby.”

You lips curled into a grin at his words. Johnny pushed your legs open wider before pulling your hand away. You whimpered loudly, not trying to hide your dissatisfaction. Johnny stroked your thigh, your skin a live wire as he spoke softly, “I know, I know. Just let me pose you, love. Just to make sure you’re comfortable with it, I’m going to make it so your face isn’t in these, okay? And then I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You relaxed as best you could, Johnny moving your limbs and hips to the position he wanted. This wasn’t what you’d expected. You thought it would be a rush of shutter clicks and less than graceful positions. You thought he would make them look like.. Well, like porn. Like a screencap of your average college guy’s laptop at the end of the day. Instead, Johnny was treating you the way he did when he asked you to model for anything else. Perhaps it was to put your mind at ease, but he was creating an intimate atmosphere, playing into the warm light and muted tones of your bedding.

You closed your eyes, allowing Johnny to do what he wanted. Eventually, you felt his touch slip away and you heard music fading in from your left, where Johnny’s phone was sitting on your nightstand. You listened intently as soft, sensual R&B filled the room. In between beats and female voices singing, you heard the first round of camera clicks.

“Bring your arm over your eyes,” Johnny instructed in a low voice. You did as you were told, forearm laid gently over your face, fingers gracefully landing amongst your tousled hair. You felt Johnny weight shift on the bed, and then another round of clicks from his camera sounded from in front of you. “Perfect.”

You giggled lightly at his comment, the camera capturing your small outburst. Suddenly, you felt Johnny’s fingers against your core again, and your mouth formed an “o” that Johnny was sure to capture. He continued his movements before pulling your legs up, crossing your ankles in the air before sliding one leg down just slightly. More clicks.

Johnny began rolling you onto your stomach just as gently as the praises spilled from his lips. One hand on your waist, he pulled your ass up and towards him, your back arching. Clicks echoed from behind you. In a cloud of courage and lust, you turned your head to look at Johnny. He looked at you, cocking an eyebrow at which you nodded. He swat your ass lightly before climbing up to the headboard and resting against it.

You climbed into Johnny’s lap. He raised the camera to your chest. The marks he began sucking on your chest were blooming purple and blue against your pale skin, and Johnny shot them the way he shot new flowers in the spring. You kept your body still for him, fighting the urge to just fuck him already while relishing in the way he was focused on your body.

“Good girl,” Johnny muttered as he set the camera down. It was a phrase that never failed to turn you into a blushing, melting mess, and Johnny knew it. You moved up onto your knees, reaching down and aligning his cock with your entrance. Sliding down slowly, you wrapped your arms around Johnny’s shoulders and dropped your forehead to his. When you were completely seated on him, Johnny held eye contact with you and whispered again, “Good girl.”

You began rocking your hips gently, your lips meeting Johnny’s every so often. You listened to the music, moving in time with the rhythm. Your moans and groans blended into the melodies. You felt like you were making art, making love, making yourself high.

It had been weeks since you were able to enjoy this level of intimacy, and you both knew you wouldn’t last long. You moved slowly, mouths now moving together, capturing each other’s sighs and moans. Just as you expected, you felt your high approaching just a few songs in. You started grinding against Johnny more desperately, and his pants picked up, his breath washing over you. Your skin was on fire and you could feel tears ready to form.

Johnny placed a firm hand against your back and began pushing forward, ushering you onto your back. Your legs naturally found their way around his waist and the fingers of your right hand tangled in his hair. Johnny began thrusting into you hard and deep, giving you just a second to rest after each thrust made you body shiver. The muscles of his abdomen were tight and sweat was mingling with his hair follicles. He was close and no longer trying to prolong his climax or yours.

“Johnny!” You cried out when the tension building inside you finally broke. Your high shot through every nerve in your body and your head spun. Johnny laid you down, letting your torso rest as both hands clutched your hips. He pulled your core into him to meet his thrusts, embracing how tight your high made you.

“Shit, Yena.” Before he knew it, he hips were stuttering and he was spilling into you. Johnny pulled out slowly. You heard the sound of the camera click again and opened your eyes to see Johnny watching his cum leak out of you.

“Why am I not surprised?” You joked, barely able to speak. Johnny swat your leg lightly before moving up your body again. He met you with a playfully angry stare, making you giggle with the little strength you had left. “I love you, John.”

“I love you, too.”

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jiminisnotavirgin · 5 years

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Here with You

Pairing: idol!Min Yoongi | Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: oral, penetrative sex, intercourse, slight exhibitionism, buff Yoongi???, praise kink.

Description: Yoongi’s sad and his body’s in constant pain after bouncing from city to city in the last few months for the group’s biggest world tour yet. Aside from that, he doesn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s rest. You and his members plan a secret visit for you to surprise him in his hotel room after a concert. It’s been months, after all, and the two of you both have... needs that only the other can take care of ;)

Note: I live for soft Yoongi and I imagine he’d be as sweet as this (if not, sweeter!) to his significant other! We also can’t deny that he’d be absolutely delicious in bed, too. In MY OPINION, this is the BEST fic I’ve written up to date! Please tell me what you think :) I appreciate and enjoy each and every comment and response!

ALSO! I’d like to make it clear that the reader ISN’T Korean and I will let you know when they are. However, they are supposed to be speaking Korean to each other which is why I mainly use the word, “Jagi” instead of “Baby.”

Yoongi’s never enjoyed traveling or staying in hotels. For him, they don’t possess the same sense of peace or relaxation that they do for others. The only time he seeks the relief of a temporary hotel bed is after a long concert or flight when his sore bones ache and he can barely keep his eyes open. Even then, he tosses and turns all night, fluffing his pillows and kicking at his sheets until he eventually loses the fight and knocks out. At this point of their world tour, more than halfway through, the guys have noticed that Yoongi rarely leaves his room. They don’t blame him. His snippy attitude and overall mood are products of the group’s constant movement and although it takes a toll on all of them, Yoongi’s always hit the hardest.

His members notified you of this and that’s why you, his secret, longtime partner, decided to come for a surprise visit. Your ultimate goal is to cheer him up and see at least one of his beautiful, gummy smiles. Another reason why he hates traveling is that he has to be away from you and his home.

He’s currently sprawled out on the couch, limbs extended as he wields a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a paper carton in the other. He reaches for another piece of sweet, sesame chicken, unimpressed by the bunny documentary on the TV before a soft knock on the door catches his attention. The sound is light. Anyone else would’ve missed it but Yoongi’s music-producing ears are razor sharp.

“Coming!” he calls out with a mouth full of food. Not caring much for his looks at this time of night, he pulls a cap on over his disheveled hair and slips on his sandals before approaching the front door. He ignores the viewfinder and opens the door with a tug, still chewing the chicken in the back of his mouth without a care in the world. The words leave his mouth before he can catch a glimpse of the person standing on his doorstep. “Jimin, I told you already. I am not giving you any more champagne—“

“Yoongi!”

You still manage to glow, even in the faint light of the hotel hallway. His mouth freezes when his eyes meet yours and his heart beats at his chest excitedly, telling him to wake up! A tiny, polka-dot luggage stands behind you like a guardian and the situation finally makes sense in his brain. When you wrap your arms around him, excitement flutters in his stomach like millions of tiny butterflies. You smile, melting happily into the man you’ve missed for months.

“Jagi?” he whispers, wondering if the gorgeous apparition standing in front of him is only a dream. “I... I can’t believe you came all the way here.”

“Of course, I did!” You smile and Yoongi doesn’t miss the sparkle in your large eyes. The two of you stumble backwards into the entrance of the room before he regains his balance and squeezes you back. He pulls you even closer, smelling your shampoo and feeling the smooth, soft skin of your glowing cheek under the strokes of his thumb. His senses are heightened due to your familiar presence and he couldn’t be more grateful for your spontaneous visit. He needed it, needs you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he continues with a smile once you pull back to take a look at his face. He twirls a lock of your hair around his long index finger, pure admiration filling his gaze as his other hand grips your waist. You don a yellow sundress with an intricate design of red roses and leaves. The colorful fabric accentuates your figure and the curvy shape Yoongi loves so much. “You look pretty.”

You glance down at your feet shyly, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks as you clutch the sides of your dress. “Thank you. I almost didn’t buy the dress since it’s a little small.”

“I’m glad you did.” His large hand envelops yours before he laces your fingers together and leads you to the couch in the sitting area of the large hotel room. His metal rings feel cold against your skin but you have no desire to release his hand. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Yoooongi, ssssssstop,” you whine but he raises his hands in the air defensively, palms flat and arms up, a look of pure innocence on his handsome face. Your eyes dart to his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles slightly flex with each of his movements. Has he been working out?

“How do you still get so flustered whenever I compliment you?”

Yoongi is an organized individual so it doesn’t surprise you that his room follows suit, from his shoes by the front door to his made-up bed. The one thing you notice is his dinner set up of takeout Chinese food on the coffee table, however, it isn’t the slight mess that causes your heart to sink in your chest.

“Have you been eating well? All the fried food at this table is concerning,” you admit hesitantly. It isn’t only today’s dinner on the coffee table but other nights’ as well.

“My body’s used to it by now. Liquid junk food probably flows through my veins along with airplane cookies and coffee.”

“That’s gotta be bad for your stomach.” You frown, concern filling your pretty features. He sounds impressed with himself and it’s freaking you out just the slightest bit. He wishes to kiss away the fear written on your face.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Yoongi, you could lose a foot and you’d tell me not to worry about it.”

“Hey, hey, at least I’ve been drinking only water these past few months, that’s gotta count for something, right? Replacing all the water in my system?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself even if it’s hard because of touring. I really do worry about you, Yoongi. Sorry if I’m being annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’m grateful because you actually care about my wellbeing aside from all the idol stuff unlike everyone else.” The two of you settle into the couch as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry. I’m not even thinking about food right now.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. And sleeping next to you later. I think I took cuddling for granted.”

“Yoongi, that is uncharacteristically cheesy.”

“Well, it’s your fault. I’m excited that you’re here and now I don’t know how to express it other than cracking dad jokes like Seokjin.”

“Please, keep the cheesy jokes rolling, then. I love them but I love you more.” Your lips lightly graze his and he melts into the kiss as you arch your back and press your chest against his. Unlike before he left on tour, you’re met with a hard, sculpted chest and you draw back, holding your hands against his chest as you formulate your curiosity into a question. Yoongi interprets your actions as a recoil but you assure him that you still want him close. “Yoongi, don’t take this the wrong way but you feel... different. Have you been working out?”

“Yeah, actually. Does it look weird?” His palm grazes the back of his neck awkwardly. “I started a few months ago. The stylists want me to stop because it’s harder to pick out clothes if my size keeps changing but it helps me sleep better at night. I’ve been meaning to show you on one of our video calls.”

Once again, your eyes drift from his face to the muscular bulge of his arm. You can’t control your tongue as you lick your bottom lip. Your dry throat clenches for something—anything—to eliminate the empty feeling in your mouth. Suddenly, you’re thirsty for another mouth-filling liquid only he can give. Damn. “I love all of your different forms and shapes and sizes because I love you but—“

“But?”

“But,” you continue as you lower your gaze, your long lashes accentuating the sudden lust oozing from your dark brown eyes, “you look really fucking good. Like, I-wanna-go-down-on-you-right-now kind of good.”

“W-What?” he sputters, caught off guard by your sudden use of obscenities. Your dirty mouth causes his cock to twitch like it has a mind of its own, straining uncomfortably against his tight black jeans. “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? Getting a little flustered?” You flash a mischievous grin as you hop off the couch, settling yourself between his spread knees. The sight of you on the ground for him, hands roaming the expanse of his legs and the hidden space where they meet, ignites a flame of desire in the pit of his stomach, a tiny flicker that you have no intention of putting out.

“Don’t tease.” He swallows, squirming desperately as he feels your nails lightly scrape his inner thighs. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“But I do,” you hum, hands settling on the silver buckle of his belt. You slip your fingers through, gradually weaving his leather belt until it’s completely off of his waist. The heavy metal dangles from your hand, jingling before you sling it over the couch arm with a loud clunk. “I know that you’ll do anything to get my mouth wrapped around your pretty cock, won’t you?”

“I can’t take it when you talk like that. You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” he groans. You undo his zipper and button, encouraging him to raise his hips so you can tug his pants down to his ankles.

“I’ll go down on you but I have one rule.”

“Tell me.”

“You can only cum when I tell you to.”

He hesitates. “I can’t—“

“Try. Practice the self-control we both know you have.” You nudge your pointer finger against his chest.

You’re proud to have Yoongi in your life, proud to have him as the one man who brings you pleasure in all forms. You’re the only one who gets to see him this way—hot and bothered and vulnerable, desperate for your touch—and you take pride in that. He’s a hardworking, dedicated, and determined man and he’s the same way in bed.

He lets out a low hiss when you free his cock from the constrains of his jeans and he feels you blow lightly. Your eyes remain glued on the creamy, white liquid coating the plump tip of his length. What he lacks in length, he makes up in his thick girth. He barely fits between your tiny hands but you pump him slowly, lathering him up in his own salty juices. The arousal lining your damp panties clings to the side of your thigh, threatening to drip down your leg. “I’m so wet just from looking at you.”

“Let me touch—oh, fuck.” He throws his head back in surprise, eyes flickering closed as he feels the sudden pressure of your tongue against his tip. Tingles radiate across his body from where your mouth meets his dick and in this moment, he’s grateful for the sexy, angelic vixen that you are and the way you force him to relinquish control in the pursuit of release.

It’s been months. Although you’ve touched yourself and imagined your fingers were his, your fantasies are never fully accurate when it comes to his impressive and gorgeous anatomy. Nothing is as great as when he’s struggling not to thrust into your mouth.

Your mouth envelops him eagerly, your tongue lapping saliva and precum around his soft, veiny skin. You moan around him, causing vibrations to shoot straight up his toned, clenching pelvis. Sweat builds on his forehead as the ends of his dark hair begin to cover his eyes.

“You have to stop or I’m—“

“Don’t forget my rule.” You slip your lips off of him with a loud pop, ignoring the unappealing glob of saliva dripping down from the side of your mouth. Your facial expression is innocent despite the naughty nature of your current act and Yoongi couldn’t be more aroused. His cock lands on his pelvis with a loud, messy slap.

He stands, motioning for you to take his place on the couch but you swiftly shake your head. “Your turn, jagi.”

“Not now, I can’t wait. I want you.”

“Impatient girl.” He can see the hunger in your eyes but there’s hesitance swimming in his. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, trust me, I am all warmed up down there.” Although he’s seeking to pleasure you, he thinks of your comfort first, always aiming to stretch you out and make sure you’re fully lubricated before doing anything with you down there.

“I’ll be back for a taste later and that’s a promise. Now, where do you want me, jagi? I’m all yours.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, guiding him backwards to the bed. He grasps the back of your neck and tilts his head to the side, slipping in his tongue to create an even deeper bond between the two of you. His wet muscle clashes against yours as his other hand delicately fiddles with the loose spaghetti strap of your dress. He breaks for a moment, lips puffy and eyes heavy with lust before helping you peel off your dress in one smooth swoop.

The air in his body suddenly escapes his lungs when he looks at you, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. The moonlight glistens over your sweaty skin, highlighting your curves and shape. You used to be so shy in front of him but now you stand confidently, hands resting neatly over your hips like the art that you are. “I’m so in love with you. How did you find me?” he murmurs in admiration, happily giving into the spell your body casts on him. He isn’t asking about tonight; he’s asking about this lifetime, how the stars aligned your paths on the fateful day you met.

A loud thud from across the hotel room interrupts his sweet reverie like the chime of a bell striking midnight. Yoongi’s head shoots in the direction of the front door before he whispers a quiet, “I’ll be right back.”

He drags himself to the door, adjusting his long t-shirt over his boxers to cover the raging hard-on he’s got hidden underneath.

“Hyung!” slurs a voice from the other side with a few lazy bangs on the door. Yoongi sighs, rubbing his tired temple as he tries to gather his remaining patience. He barely opens the door in the hopes of somehow steering Jimin away but the younger’s face is merely inches away from the lock. His eyes are red with exhaustion, cheeks pink with intoxication. No one can drink like Jimin and be perfectly stable the next day.

“It’s late. What do you need? I’m really busy right now.”

“You’re always busy, Yoongi! I can’t find my room key. It was in my pocket before and now it’s not.”

“Did you ask Jungk—“

“Jungkook doesn’t have it, either!”

“Lower your voice.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

“So you decided to come bother me. Are you sure you looked in all of your pockets? Thoroughly?”

The younger rolls his eyes before frantically patting the back of his skin-tight jeans with his palms. “Ye—“ His eyes go wide as saucers when he whips out the plastic card from his front pocket. “Hyung, you’re the best.”

“I know,” he answers quickly before glancing back at you in bed, thin sheet tucked tightly up to your chin. “Is that all?”

Jimin’s brows knit together curiously as he tries to look over Yoongi’s blocking shoulder. “Wait, is she here alread—”

“Goodnight.”

With a slam, Yoongi makes his way back to you, crawling over your figure as his face aligns with your neck. You giggle when he tickles the length of your throat with the tip of his nose, sniffing and kissing messily.

“I feel like a teenager or something, hiding like this.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “Jimin lost his room key for the third time this month. Can you believe that? The only time he’s not a complete mess is when he’s dancing and even then he’s the biggest klutz in the room behind Namjoon.”

“You don’t think he heard us, right?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmm.”

“Well, you sound disappointed. Did you want him to hear us?”

“No, that’s ridiculous,” you insist nervously, trying to assure him that you’re not entertained by the idea of being caught or listened to while fucking.

“You’re such a bad liar.”

“I’m gonna go hide under a rock now and never come out. Ever.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s good when you tell me what you really want; it helps me better understand how to pleasure you. We all have desires.” If you were a puzzle, Yoongi would know you forwards, backward, and back around if it was possible. “We’ve been dating for years and you still manage to blow my mind away.”

“Yoongi!”

“There you go again. I can’t win with you.”

“You can’t win but I’ll battle it out with you forever.”

There goes that word: forever. It sends some running for the hills but for you two, it’s the only way to express how much you love each other. Forever is an eternity. The thought of you, the greatest woman in the world, wanting to spend the rest of your days with him gives him enough confidence to do anything.

“You ready?” he asks you sweetly, aligning himself with your entrance as he pushes a stray hair away from your forehead. You hold your panty to the side, nodding and swiveling your hips as an invite. His hard tip prods at the soft skin of your lips and the anticipation is enough to set your skin on fire. “You’re so warm,” he groans, sliding another inch inside of you.

Your silky walls envelop him, welcoming him with tight clenches and liquid heat. You can feel every ridge and bump of his dick and just when you think he’s bottomed out completely, he continues to work himself into you. “Wow, it’s been a really long time.”

He pauses. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, keep going.” His hot breath fans over your face and you can smell the remnants of his minty toothpaste. “Your breath smells so goo—ugh!”

With a creamy slap and a loud groan, his pelvis hits yours. The pressure of his thick cock pushing against your cervix is heavy but he waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. “Damn, Yoongi, did your dick grow while you were out, too?”

“Clearly, you’ve forgotten what it feels like when I fuck you so let me give you a reminder.” He slowly guides himself out of you only to ram back in, full force until you’re completely full once again. He does this a few times and you begin to moan as each of his thrusts glides in smoother than the last, creating a slippery rhythm of pressure and pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, body jostling as he rocks himself into you. Your round breasts bounce with his movements, tempting him to massage each supple mound. Your hard, neglected nipples prick against the palm of his hand, reminding him of their presence.

“You’re so good to me,” he answers before you share a wet kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I love you.” Although you feel him plunged deep inside, it’s not enough. You hold onto his broad shoulder, gazing at him with desire. “Harder.”

Your request isn’t one he wants to ignore so with a light slap of your thigh, he motions for you to flip over. “Turn around.”

With one hand tightly grasping your lower back for balance, he uses the other to guide his cock against your slit, rubbing up and down until he settles on sliding against your puffy clit. He groans as he slips inside of you again but this time, he massages your pearl between his index and middle fingers, rolling and drawing circles around the tender organ until he hears your breathing become more erratic. You grind over his fingers to create friction before you find yourself fucking him as he stands still behind you.

“Do you like that?” you ask.

“Yes—ugh—keep fucking yourself on me.” He moans, placing his hands on the back of his own hips to give you full control of thrusting. “I bet you wish they were watching.”

“Who?”

“Jimin. The staff. The guys. All of them.”

You clench around him.

He continues, “Hell, even ARMY. Imagine how angry and surprised they’d be when they realize I have a girlfriend and that we have sex.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper weakly, giving into the obscene ideas leaving his mouth. The possessive nature of his words arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “Don’t joke around about that, it’s dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why you like it. Admit it.”

Suddenly, he’s whipped around until his wrists remain bound against the bed, your body hovering over his in a determined crouch. You lick your lips, satisfied with his surprised reaction. “Stop now before you get yourself in trouble.”

He has the nerve to lick his lips before he cracks a mischievous, gummy smile. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your lips crash against his, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as your bodies passionately intertwine. He chuckles into your sweet mouth and you try to kiss away any remaining bits of his charming attitude. The two of you begin to rock slowly, with his length still stroking inside of you and perusing your wet walls. His fingers tickle your clit once again and you become aware of the stirrings low in your stomach.

You stifle a particularly loud moan as his tip strokes that small, spongey patch along the inside of your entrance exactly the right way, back and forth and over again. “I-I’m close,” you manage and Yoongi takes your statement as a request.

“You can cum, baby. Take your time. I’ve got you,” he coos, soothing your anxious limbs that are desperate for release. “Let me see. Show me how you—oh, fuck, there it is. You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

He helps you ride your wave of euphoria as it quickly crashes over your body without warning. Tiny sparks of pleasure emit from your pelvic area like shocks of electricity, triggering a spasm of kicks starting from your calves. You clutch onto him tightly, using his shoulders like an anchor to work you through the rest of your orgasm.

His follows soon after yours. In a matter of minutes, he’s sputtering and groaning like a babbling mess, spilling his seed onto your entrance and stomach in thick, white ropes. You stick your finger into his juices and clean it with a quick swipe it with your tongue.

He smiles shyly as his pale cheeks turn pink, slightly embarrassed at your open and eager display for his cum. He pads to the bathroom and returns with a small towel to clean you off.

“You’re so gentle,” you remark, admiring the way he softly rubs at your skin.

“These towels are rough,” he answers absentmindedly, too focused on making sure your body is practically sparkling clean. He folds the towel and tosses it into the bathroom before slipping on his black boxers once again. You reach for your discarded panties using your toes, too tired and lazy to leave his plush bed. All he does is complain about hotel beds but this one couldn’t be any cozier.

You tug the sheets over your waist and fluff the seemingly-unused pillow on the left side of the bed. Is it too much of a stretch to believe he doesn’t sleep on that side since it’s usually yours when you sleep together at home? Probably.

“Go turn off the TV and come cuddle. I’m sleepy,” you mumble as half of your vision is suddenly covered with your tired and heavy eyelids.

When he locks the door, turns off the lights, and hops into bed beside you, he can faintly hear the beginnings of your light snores. He settles behind you, tucking his arm over your waist before you nestle into his chest.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi drifts to sleep with a smile on his face. There’s no pain in his back and the pillows and blankets work together tonight to keep him warm, comfortable, and safe as he dreams that you visited and laid there beside him. He wakes up only once to make sure that his dreams are a reality and sure enough, there you are, legs curled up and body angled into his. He sleeps for the rest of the night in peace, not a single sound or thought to interrupt him as he makes up for the lost rest time he’s needed for months.

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ceruleanmusings · 4 years

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date preparations

fandom: avatar: the last airbender

rating: g

ship: michi (oc) & jin

summary: michi helps jin get ready for her date with zuko

note: i can’t help myself. i love writing these two

Jin wrung her hands together, pulling her lower lip into her mouth. “So? ...What do you think?”

I think you look like you were trapped in a bad with a cat-owl!

But Michi couldn’t say that, not on such an important night, not when nerves radiated off Jin like the lapping wake on Lake Logai. Still, she couldn’t let Jin walk out with her hair like...like that. Forget the cat owl, she looked as if she’d been on the receiving end of a spark rock jab and it escaped through her head! So she shifted her face from reflecting shocked to a wincing distaste. Curling her lip, she lifted her hand and shook it from side to side.

Jin’s shoulders dropped with her heaving sigh. “I thought so. My mom thought I looked nice.”

Yes, well, her mother wouldn’t style know from a bar of soap but that was neither here nor there.

Clicking her tongue, Michi carefully set aside the scroll of parchment she’d been drawing on and rubbed her charcoal stained hands together, surveying the mass of hair...somehow still attached to Jin’s head.

Coils and curls stuck out one way, gravity-defying strands stuck this way and that. She really did a number on herself. Michi briefly wondered if she’d let her siblings help her; little Jiang had Jin wrapped around her finger. And then Ju-Long wouldn’t want to be left out even if styling hair was decidedly a girly thing to do.

“Do you think Lee would like it?”

Eyes widening, Michi pressed her lips together into a line and clasped her hands together. Rolling her eyes, Jin chuckled. “Alright, alright, I get it. Can you help me? Please?” When Michi lifted her hand and made a snipping motion, Jin’s smile immediately dropped and she shook her head. “You’re not funny, Mimi”

Grinning, Michi pointed to a seat nearby and went into the kitchen to find the tub. Her father gave it the most use, soaking his aching feet after being up and about all day. Speaking of which, Michi glanced at the sun dial that sat on the window sill nearby. Her mouth twisted to the side. Her father should’ve been home about an hour ago. She reached forward and pumped the handle on the pipe until water started to flow out. With a flick of her wrist, she bended out the dirt and sediment that dropped to the bottom of the tub and shot it out the window. Her held breath eased a few seconds later when the Dai Li didn’t come bursting through her door.

“I’m going to take him to that restaurant in the middle ring,” Jin said when Michi shuffled back into the living room, fifteen short steps from the attached kitchen. She set the tub down on the small table beside the couch that Jin lay on, her laced fingers resting on her stomach. “I haven’t been there in a while. I saved up for it, you know. I want everything to be perfect.”

Michi hummed as she removed the ribbon holding Jin’s hair up. She set it aside and gathered up her hair, her fingers sliding through whatever grease it was that she had applied and set it in the water. Immediately a film rose to the surface. Picking up a nearby comb, Michi began to carefully separate her hair. It wasn’t a royal combing fit for a princess but Jin may as well be one on this special night.

“I still can’t believe he said yes! Well, it was his uncle, but still! I went though so much tea...”

Michi’s lips curled upwards. Yes, looking back on it now, tackling every flavor and type of tea Pao’s offered just to put Jin within the vicinity of Lee was...an idea. But that was Jin; once her mind was on something it would take a herd of elephant mandrills to sway her course. And a few silver pieces to foot the bill. She did have to hand it to him, though, he and his uncle did know how to make a mean cup of tea.

Initially she continued to return for Jin’s sake, to watch and observe and wait to be needed. That focus shifted, however, the minute she picked up on Lee’s vibrations. It was a slow, almost undetectable, but Michi caught it. More like a steady pulse, a practiced heartbeat than an unleashed natural energy. A little too rhythmic. But it was a deep, aching pulse, one she felt in her bones.

And so she sat and sipped and watched and waited. For what, she wasn’t sure, but there was just something about him. And not in the golden way that Jin found him, like he was bathed in their kingdom’s infamous sunsets.

“Better?” Jin’s voice yanked Michi out of her thoughts. Blinking, she shook her head and dropped her hands from the ponytail she’d put into Jin’s hair. Holding up a finger, she signaled for Jin to wait as she went to retrieve a gold and green painted wooden box tucked into a corner, resting on the floor right beneath a hanging painting of a dark haired woman with kind, gray eyes. Pausing for a moment to straighten the image of her mother, she picked up the box and carefully opened it.

A row of small jars holding different colored powers stared back at her. She walked her fingers against the tops until she found a soft red she was looking for. Removing it, she set the box back and hurried back to Jin who still kneeled on the floor, a position she took on and held still since her hair was dried.

Removing the cap, Michi tapped the pad of her finger against the loose powder and carefully spread it across Jin’s cheekbones, applying a thin but natural-looking layer. Leaning back, Michi surveyed her, and then beamed, flashing a thumbs-up.

“Great!” Flinging herself forward, Jin wrapped her arms around Michi’s neck and gave her a squeeze. “Thank you so much, Mimi, I owe you one!” she said and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Cupping Jin’s cheeks, Michi lifted her face until they were eye to eye and mouthed, “Have fun!”

Jin dashed away as the last rays of sunshine dipped beyond the horizon and a blanket of darkness began to settle in. Michi frowned, sighed, and brushed her hands against the legs of her pants. Picking up her abandoned drawing, she ripped a corner off the parchment and scribbled a note, leaving it in a place she knew her father would see it whenever he returned.

Then he counted to twenty, slid open the front door, and closed it behind her. Out on the small porch she slipped her feet into her shoes and spotted Jin’s quickly growing smaller up ahead.

Michi set her jaw. Good. That was enough distance between them. Footsteps light and careful, she blended into the shadows as she retraced her friend’s steps, keeping an eye on her. Like always.

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okimargarvez · 4 years

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REVERSE - 19

Original title: Reverse.

Prompt: Penelope is the new girl on the BAU team and Luke tries to treat her cold.

Warning: A.U., possible OOC.

Genre: drama, romantic, family, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Derek Morgan, O.C. Sam Cooper’ team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 62 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘👓🔦🐶❗🎲🎈👻🎬🎵.

Song mentioned: Amici per errore, Tiziano Ferro.

Reverse- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

19 # Friends elsewhere, friends by mistake...

Since a while, his life has become an endless series of I shouldn't have. The last bullshit, to be added to the bottom of an endless list, was to accompany JJ to prison. He stayed out, but her expression told him everything he needed to know. She is one of his best friends, of course, not like Chrissie... but she has always been a separate matter. However, he cares a lot about her and cannot bear to see her so destroyed. Like there is nothing they might do to change things. They remained embraced in that shabby courtyard for at least five minutes, amid the astonished looks of the prison guards. And it was as if through that grasp he had absorbed his friend's pain. And not only that. Backing to the base, he ran to the bathroom, where he is still, spewing even his soul. He has cleaned up any trace, but his face is too pale for his usually darker complexion. Hair is wet, pulled back. He made no effort to settle down. He doesn’t expect visits, not there, then. Not she, over all.

Already the ticking of the heels should be a good clue, but his brain today has decided not to work and his intuition too. -Luke, are you okay?- Garcia is standing in front of him, in her white dress with lipsticks and mascara (not low-cut), her flower and pink shrug. Her lost expression.

She had just left the toilets when she heard noises from the corridor, noises that she identified with someone in pain. It wasn't any of her, business but then she had that totally irrational feeling and she understood, she sensed that it was Luke. For this she entered without announcing herself, not even considering the possibility that it was someone else or that he was not alone. -You are in the men's room.- he points out the obvious. But she is trying to recover from that unprecedented and so intimate vision. She has already seen him sad, embittered and above all angry, for example when they returned with Reid handcuffed or during the bail process. She never liked this, though. Those black shadows that she had only caught in passing inside his eyes are now dancing freely. He seems to be sick both physically and emotionally. He is completely down. She forces herself to answer him, rejecting the need to hug him.

She stays where she is, on the threshold, without approaching. -I know, you think they'll arrest me for this?- the joke has no effect, not even a half grimace, absolutely nothing. She swallows, but now she is alone in this mess and can no longer look the other way... if she ever succeeds. -Hey, what happened?- she asks, in a sweet, sad, low, sugary, comforting tone. All in one package. Luke turns away from her, staring at the sink. She ventures to look at him. She doesn’t know that her words were like medicine on his wounds. After an endless pause, realizing that he won't get rid of her so easily, he faces her again.

He shakes his head. -Nothing, absolutely nothing.- his eyes are dull, vague, even if Garcia senses that he hasn't cried. Which is already something, but too little. She doesn’t think that he is one who often allows himself to cry. -Go ahead with your life.- he claims. His tone is nuanced, so empty. He doesn't really try to drive her away.

She understands that he needs a shock, to recover, or at least to break trough it. Away the sweetness, then. Hard way are needed, as with one of her adoptive brothers, who loves to bask in self-pity and watch others solve his problems. -Now don't start talking like a woman, Alvez.- here, a little twinkle in his pupils. -You know perfectly well I won't go away.- she says, showing more convinced than she really is. The time has come to take advantage of the skills learned thanks to the theater course recommended at the group's meetings on the creative elaboration of mourning. -Now you understand how stubborn I can be.- she adds, crossing her arms. Luke sighs and she realizes that he has given up. He runs a hand over his face.

He speaks without looking at her. -At least let's get out of here.- his voice sounds so fragile that only by a miracle Garcia doesn’t hold him against her breast, like a mother with her baby. And he's damn sexy in this moment too. They walk along the corridor at a certain distance, until they reach one of the balconies that face outwards. Even that time of the joke about Roxy, he had chosen the outdoors. Perhaps he finds comfort in the caress of the wind. Or maybe when something like this happens, he becomes claustrophobic.

She gives him plenty of time to open up, but he doesn't get the message. He clings to the balustrade and looks down. -Therefore?- she captures his gaze for two seconds. She approaches. -I am aware that you would prefer to speak to anyone outside of me.- she suddenly feels selfish, wanting to be the savior at all costs. She sighs. -You want that I call someone? Rossi, JJ, Emily, Tara, Walker?- with the last surname she doesn’t tear a chuckle from him by a hair. Without knowing it, she almost followed a precise hierarchical order. She doesn't say the right name, of course. She can't be there. He reads in her face the awareness of not being that person.

But Luke surprises her doubly. -No. Please.- his is almost a moan. She clears the distance by a few more centimeters. He too. It's the only way he has, in this moment, in this state, to make her understand that he doesn't really want her to leave. He needs her, her words, her understanding. Even if he could never admit it verbally, even if he hadn't that lump in his throat.

Garcia, never been a profiler, has guessed the right explanation at first sight. -Is it about Reid's matter?- man doesn’t move. -I haven't received any new messages.- she then adds, not knowing how to proceed. He sighs, realizing that she is much closer than he thought. He scratches his head.

-Yeah.- he says. It’s still a result. -You know he can get visitors now.- a nod of assent; of course, it was she who had made a chart to establish the order of the visits and had placed herself at the bottom, even after Walker (moving him to tears). -JJ went to see how he was. I accompanied her.- it should be enough, but now that he has removed the cap, everything flows towards the drain. -They hit him. He is hurt.- he looks away suddenly, unable to bear the eyes of the woman, who foreshadows the worst.

-Oh God.- she covers her mouth with her hands. -Is it so bad? He's not going to die...- an absurd smile appears on Luke's lips. She doesn't even think for a thousandth of a second that it's for happiness or relief.

He nods. -Yes, he's serious, but I don't know how to answer the other question.- she sees him tremble. She puts her hand close to take his, but then she doesn't. -Prisons are a microcosm in its own right, as he would say.- a sob escapes him. It is almost the coup de grace. Because he can't really imagine him in that context. His mega brain is useless in that place; in fact, it could even be a problem.

He watches her move her fingers on the railing. -But he did not even find a friend?- she asks him, keeping her tone soft, so as not to increase, if she can't decrease, his level of anxiety and stress. Luke's look climbs along the curves of her body until he stops in the eyes.

-Two, according to JJ.- he tries to remember the names she said to him. -One is called Delgado and the other... Shaw, I think.- Garcia lights up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. She would definitely play the shooty star in the crib.

-Shaw?- she repeats that surname, which had no particular meaning for him. -It won't be Calvin Shaw?- he nods, recognizing the name, hearing the voice of the other blonde in his head. He frowns forehead and eyebrows.

-Why, do you know him?- he can't understand what someone like Garcia has to do with a human trash (of the worst kind) like that guy. He didn't know him, but he read his file, furtively, taking advantage of the fact that JJ was driving. It is partly the cause of his nausea. The idea that Reid was bonding with him...

Garcia shakes her head, a cascade of blond curls. -I don’t, but Morgan...- she doesn’t need to specify who she is talking about. If he knows, better for him, otherwise, it is not fundamental information . -I think he took care of his case. If I remember correctly, it was one of us.- Luke nods. -He killed his Russian contact.- he doesn’t hold back, doesn’t choose to add that detail, but his mouth opens and the words come out on their own.

-Yes, and probably his own baby.- she opens her eyes and looks at him in shock. Now she has all the elements to understand why he is so angry, even if he never thought of wanting to become a father, start a family, carry on the name of the Alvez, with discontent of his entire family, especially of his beloved grandmother.

She swallows, he can hear her sucking the air and holding her breath. -God, was she pregnant?- he breaks eye contact. Absurdly he sees Chrissie with her baby bump, her husband Richard with the baby in his arms, when they announced that he would be the godfather, if he wanted to.

He pushes the image away with difficulty, closing his eyelids. -Considering HCG levels, it would seem so.- he is not prepared for her reaction. Garcia punches the balustrade, probably risking to get hurt, at least to break a fingernail.

-What a bastard!- she exclaims. It is the first time he has heard her say a dirty word. -I'll call Derek and ask him to have a chat with this… man.- she reassures him, but her gaze is bad, another novelty. Can she really hate people? Maybe then she's human. -He is the best in this kind of thing.- she says, full of pride for her best friend.

He can just say one word. -Well.- there is no problem, she speaks enough for both. She comes closer an inch, without noticing, or maybe it's him. He has no certainty, nothing in any area.

-And hopefully in the meantime Emily and Fiona will be able to move the bureaucratic waters.- he nods, feeling a flame developing in his chest. He cannot remain indifferent to her way of expressing herself. But then he hears a familiar sound that catches her gaze going towards the bag, towards the cell phone.

-There is a case, there isn’t it?- a flicker of provocation. Garcia willingly takes the blame (actually not hers) for interrupting his opening moment.

But then she reaches out and finally squeezes his hand, hard. -Luke, trust me.- her gaze is equally intense. -We can save Reid.- it sounds like a promise.

But he can't risk evreything. How would he come out in the event of a defeat? He lets go of her hand and shakes his head. -I wish I could believe you.-

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Hurricane P54, P55, P56

Happy x Reader

Notes: SMUT. 18+ ONLY! Violence.

I miss you all so much!! I am starting to write things slowly. Lets see if I can upload more often! Remember I write on my Wattpad too.

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Following the boys in your Jeep you headed to Tacoma for a weekend. You enjoyed watching the cities leave your view as you drove threw Oregon. The trees passing by. You played your music loud as Kozy sat in the passengers side, his head out the window.

Pulling into a gas station, you lined up your Jeep and hopped out. Paying for gas, you lined up the nozzle and started to pour it in. Leaning against the jeep, you seen Kozy sleeping comfortable in the back. His legs moving slightly at a dream of him hunting something. "Babe!" you looked over to Happy walking over with some water and an iced coffee. You smiled taking the items, nourishing your self with ice cold coffee. "How is the drive on the bike?" you looked over to Happy pride and joy. "Hot." You chuckled a bit. Kozik walking out with a bottle of water, following you and Happy to the Jeep. "You ok if Lily meets us later?" honestly, you wanted it to just be you and your boys. You knew however that there was going to be changes when it came to Lily and Kozik getting married. "Sure, then she can see our stomping grounds." You smiled.

Arriving to Tacoma, you drove to a cabin you often rented from Ronnie. The only trade off was that he got to design a tattoo for you, and you happily obliged. Opening the Cabin door, taking in a deep breath you enjoyed the feeling of tranquility. You could hear Kozys nails clicking on the dark mahogany floors as he padded his way over to the bed Ronnie got for him when you would stay at the cabin. "You ok babygirl?" Happy pressed himself against your back, kissing your cheek." "Yeah, it is so good to be home." Happy felt both sadness and relief from that statement. Did you hate charming that bad? You felt his body flex and tense. Turning around you looked at Happy in the eyes. "My home, is where you are. I enjoy Charming, however Tacoma is where we first met." Happy smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Kozik came into the cabin, carrying his suitecase. Walking to his room, he disappeared. Making yourself comfortable in the main masterbedroom, you changed into a swimsuit top and some black shorts over your bikini bottoms. Trailing back to the main room, you looked around for your boys that had disappeared. Walkingto the refrigerator, it was full of your favorite liquars. Grabbing a beer, you headed outside. Happy and Kozik where down at the dock, getting the boat in the water. "Wanna go fishing sis?" nodding, you started to walk down the steps to the lake below. Walking into the shed, you seen your fishing pole sitting on the rack. You grabbed two more of them and your tackle box. Happy was untakngling the rope from the boat to the dock. His shirt was off, leaving him in his black swim trunks with the reaper on the side. You had those custom made for him years ago. "Here Brother." Kozik grabbed his fishing pole and tackle. "When is Lily getting here?" "Not for a few hours." "Shit.. we need to pack.." Happy held up a cooler. You smirked seeing it full of beer and snacks. Stepping into the boat, you whistled for Kozy. She ran down the stairs, and jumped into the boat, sitting next to you in the drivers seat. Kozik getting in, sitting in the back. Happy pushed the boat out, and hopped over, causing the boat to jostle a bit. Starting the boat up, you backed up a bit and headed deep into the lake. The wind flowing through you shorter hair, cooling the warm sun that beat down on your skin, causing a slight shiver.

After getting to a spot you felt comfortable, Kozik dropped the anchor. Going though your tackle, you slid a minnow on the hook. Silently thanking him for his sacrifice for you to catch a bigger fish. Sitting back, you casted the line out, the bobber floating on top of the water. The bobber rippled when Kozik and Happy threw there line in, sitting back, relaxing. Hearing bottles clank, Happy handed you a beer. Taking a sip you groaned in pleasure from the bubbly taste. The sun beat down on your skin more, you body soaking the in the vitamins. This was heaven on earth. "Oh shit! Sis guess Lily is here early!" you looked over to Kozik and tried to force your best smile. "Ok..." you slowly reeled in your fishing line. Happy frowned seeing your tell tale signs of irritation. After all, it was usually because of him. After driving back to the dock, Kozik got out. "Are you not coming up?" you nodded no. "You can if you want Happy." "No, gunna stay with my girl." Kozik could tell you where pissed off, he took it as things where hard and tried not too look too much into it.

Driving the boat back away from the dock, you sighed with nothing but irritation. "You know that Lily will be in his life forever right?" You glared at Happy. He needed to just be quite so you could sort the attitude issues you where having. Your dad and your mother where 'working' things out. Lorenzo betrayed you and now you felt like Kozik was leaving you too. "Can you hand me another beer please?" Nodding, Happy reached over and grabbed another bottle from the cooler. Twisting the cap off, he handed it to you, watching you chug it and drive at the same time. "He is not leaving you. Out of everyone in your life, Kozik would be the last person to ever, and I mean EVER walk away from you Y/N. "Yeah, funny.. Kozik said the same thing about Lorenzo." you sighed slowing the boat down. Shutting it off, you walked to the back of the boat and dropped the anchor. "Why are we stopping here?" Happy looked around. "It is shady here. The crappies like shady areas. That is my favorite type of fish." Nodding he grabbed your fishing pole and handed it to you. Opening the small container of leeches, you slid one on your hook and casted it out to the water.

An hour past and you caught three fish. Happy catching one and then laid down on the front of the boat with his head in your lap as you constantly casted your line. The clouds started to cover the sun and the blue sky. "IT is going to storm" you whispered. "How can you tell?" you chuckled a bit. "The fish get more frantic when it storms, fishing is better in the rain usually. Let's go in and start a fish fry. I think I need to apologize to Kozik." Happy grinned and got off of you. Jumping back into the main part of the boat, you sat in the drivers seat and carried on.

The rain started to poor hard as you got to the dock. You and Happy slipping as you got on it. You tied up the boat quickly and grabbed your fishing poles. Hiking up to the cabin, you smelt some food being cooked or wood burning. Holding the fish on the hooks, you seen smoke coming out of the chimney. "Hmm maybe fish fry will have to wait." Walking into the cabin you hurd moaning. "Yes! Kozik!" Walking back out the door your fake puked. Happy chuckled shutting the screen door too. "What do you wanna do? I am guessing not to go in there?" shaking your head no, you grabbed your switch blade and sat down at the table on the porch. Luckily the porch was covered as you took the fish off the hook. "I am going to fillet the fish. Put them out of their misery." Happy nodded and sat on the chair next to you. You took your blade gently and ended the fishes life quickly and painlessly. Happy followed your movements and helping you with the other fish. "Funny how you pay respects to a fish, yet none to a dead body." You spoke quietly. "Most of the bodies I deal with, do not earn respect." Happy said bluntly. After successfully filleting the fish you seen Kozik walk out wide eyed. "Shit.. ah... how long have you two been out here?" "Yes! Kozik!" Happy mocked Lily. Kozik slid his hand over his face. You chuckled at Happy sounding like a girl. "Sorry.. thought you two would be fishing longer... I did not realize it was raining.." "Kozik.. it is storming." you chuckled as lighting danced in the sky. "Shit.. Well..." "It is all good brother. I am sure you walked in on Happy and I one too many times." Koziks grimaced at the thought. "Oh shut up." you threw a bloody towel at him.

After showering and putting on pajama pants and a tank top you started to heat up some oil to fry the fish. "Sis.." looking behind you, you seen Kozik looking down. "I am sorry.. I Should have not invited Lily.." you turned all the way towards Kozik. "No.. I should have not been such a bitch. After all, she is family now." Kozik gave a slight smile. You walked over, hugging him tightly. HE pressed a kiss to the top of your wet hair on your head. "You know, you will always be my number one girl sis." He smiled down at you. "You will always be my number one guy!"

You started to lay the beer battered fish into the oil one by one. Every so often chopping up potatoes to make homemade fries. Feeling hands slide down your hips and lips against you neck, the smirk riding your face. "Hello baby.." "The fish looks great. How are you feeling? Calm down at all?" Happys raspy voice echoed in your ears. "Yes.." "Hey you two, can you not fuck in the kitchen while Lily and I are in the dining room..?" You looked back at Kozik and smirked. "Shall Happy replay his "Oh Kozik!!" From earlier?" Looking over at Lily her face got extremely red. "Don't worry Lily, we mess with each other all the time. Poor Kozik has walking in on Happy and I more than I think he would like too." "NEVER. I NEVER WANT TO WALK IN ON YOU TWO AND YOUR KINKY KNIFE PLAY!!"

"Don't move baby..." the sweat beaded on your forehead as you felt the cool steel blade run over your warm skin. Happy slid his hand between your thighs running his fingers over your soaking folds. "Please.." gasping for him to just run this rough fingers over your sensitive nub. Clenching your eyes shut, you kept begging the man to give into you. To get you off like he always did. Your flexed your hips up to push into his hand. You felt the knife slightly pierce the skin. The pain and pleasure devowering you in the most delicious of ways. Happy had no intent to pierce the skin, but something about seeing the red blood bubble form on his skin made him snap. He hurt you and the instant protectiveness kicked in. You watched Happy jump a bit as it upsetted him. You where sadistic and you knew it. You ran your pointer finger over the small droplet of blood and smirked. "Don't stop.." you whispered.. "The blood only makes it hotter." Happy loved the devious side of you. He would never say you where twisted. However,,, you where twisted in the best of ways. Happy threw the blade to the side, sliding down his boxers. He bit your neck roughly sliding deep into you. "Fuck... how are you this wet?... Hmm..." Your finger nails pierced his back as you screamed out in pleasure. "Take it all...baby.." "Hey sis do you..." Kozik swung open the door seeing a knife next to the bed with some small red lines on your stomach. "KOZIK GET OUT!!" you screamed pushing Happy off of you, covering yourself in the light blue sheets.

You laughed hard thinking about that time, also making you think dirty thoughts to follow. "Sis.. please.. not here..." you felt your phone vibrate on your hip. The name read "Lorenzo" you sighed putting it on silent. You finished with the fish and fries, plating them on big platters and put them on the table. "Let's eat all!" you smiled over to Kozik and Lily. Everyone sat down at the table engaged in conversation. You felt a slight sharp sensation glide on your thigh. You looked around and then under the table. Happy slid the serraded blade slightly over you theigh. Stealing a glance at you Happy smirked. "Isnt that right Y/N?" your looked up nodding, having no clue what was said. "Defiantly." A fake smile littered your face feeling the sharp edge of the knight glide higher up your thigh towards you core. "Mm, sis this fish is soo good!!" Kozik shoved a piece of the battered fish into his mouth. "Be careful so you don't burn yourself hunny.." Lily looked at her reckless fiancé. "Kozik cant feel much on his tongue since we dared him to drink a bottle of hotsauce." Happy shrugged popping a fry into his mouth setting the blade on your thigh you felt his fingers rub through your pajama pants. The glide of his fingers causing you to suck in a sharp breath you tried to cover by coughing. "Babe, you ok..?" Happy looked over at you. His eyes dilated completely. Nodding you ate another fry and piece of fish. "I was going to take Lily to the ice cream place in town. You guys wanna go with?" "No we are ok." Happy spoke up. "Can I take your jeep sis?" nodding your pointed to the keys on the bar counter.

Hearing the Jeep slowly disappear you stood up going to clear off the plates. "Oh no... I am not letting you clean..." you felt your feet not touching the ground anymore. "Happy..?" "Come on.. need to be in you... NOW.." when it came to Happy and his horneyness you never knew when it would strike. However he must have had the same thought of you... Sharp blades and orgasming was always fun.

“Sick of being surrounded by everyone..” The feeling of his lips slid against your neck. “Happy… They will be back any minute..” his smirk was felt, tickly you neck slightly. “No.. I told Kozik we needed a few things..” Without warning you felt your shorts being pushed down your legs, a hitch in Happys breath as he felt your skin against his hands. “My girl.. only my girl..” His voice seemed different, like he was hungry for you “Babe.. what is wrong?” Happy looked at you slightly and sighed “Lorenzo hurting you, your dad hurting you, I have hurt you.. I just… It has been messing with my head.” “Happy, these last few months have been a roller coaster. The only thing that has kept my head straight is you… and…” reaching your hand against his jeans, your rubbed his hard cock. “Fuck…” Happy sighed in your neck. “Help me forget everything…” The plead could not be unhurd. Happy grabbed your hands and slammed them against the bed. “I will make you forget baby… I promise..” Feeling his rough hands under your shirt, sliding off your bra. His lips went straight to your nipples. He couldn’t hold himself back from forcing your hands against the bed. You where ready for what he was going to give you. “Sis, Hap! It started to storm again. We are back.” “Mother fucker!” Happy growled against you cleavage. With a slight sigh, you slid you shirt over your chest. The opened “Oh shit sorry you two..” “I fucking gave you $100 to find something to do…” Happy groaned louder. “Sorry bro… It started raining and we came home to the cabin..” “I want to fuck your sister into oblivion. Is it too much to ask?” Kozik made a sour face, walking out of the room. “Lets go sweety, we can find a different time to do it.

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