#the way he purred when i gave even a smidge of attention to him

[ceytal]

the past 48 hours have been shit. it’s bad when i don’t even feel like continuing orv or playing anything that requires actual effort (meaning i’m auto-clicking cookie clicker while dissociating)

[misslavenderlady]

Kiss and Make Up - Part 2 ❤️💙

Dwayne/Paul (smidge of OC too)

Summary: Now that Paul and Dwayne have talked it out and made up, they want to get intimate with one another again. All they want to do now is make love, not war~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and the feud between Paul and Dwayne in BREED and BREED Part 2 (which I highly recommend you guys read). It features their mate, Gem, who is the mother of their children. But this is just for the boys so they can reconnect.

This has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PART 1 HERE

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Neck Bites, Flirting, Pet Names, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Love Making, Frottage, Analingus, Teasing, Anal Sex, Begging, Voyeurism, Masturbation

"Hey, Sis!" Gem greeted the leader of the girls. "Have you seen Dwayne or Paul? I can't find them anywhere"

Gem seemed to always have a baby on her hip these days. Whether it be one twin or both, she was rarely seen without her little ones. She adored motherhood, especially with two wonderful baby daddies to help her along the way. Though today was different, as they weren't in their usual spots. 

"Yeah! Paul had Marko look after Jasper for a while and Dwayne asked Babydoll to keep an eye on Paulina. I think the two of them went off into that old suite near the back to talk for a while"

Curiosity played around in Gem's mind. After seeing her lovers fight endlessly for 9 months straight, it surprised her to think of the two actually going off for a casual conversation. 

Not wanting any trouble, she decided to go off into the halls of the cave and find them. It was best to be on standby to break up any fighting if need be. She gave Big Sis a nod before taking off. 

Little did she know that the boys were actually getting along just fine~ 

"Ooooh God, Dwayne~" Paul sighed into their kiss, fingers running through dark locks all the while. 

Dwayne had the blond on his back, tongue slipping past his lips as he held him down on the bed. It was as if they were aching to make up for the lost time. The two of them were eagerly helping strip off jackets, pants, and shoes. Though decades had passed, they still couldn't get enough of each other's beautiful bodies.

Kiss after kiss, they had to have more. Paul's legs locked around Dwayne's hips as they moved. Moans spilled from their lips as their hardened cocks rubbed together. The precum that came from the tips allowed them to move easier. 

"Fuck, Dwayne, love your cock~" Paul moaned. His hips bucked upwards, desperate for more. 

"Mmmmh. Feels like when we were….fuck…both inside Gem~" Dwayne said with a growl. His cock twitched at the memory of them double stuffing their mate. 

Little did they know that she was actually close by. 

Gem had been traveling through the cave tunnels for quite some time, but her ear caught the faint sound of voices. They were coming from the room that Big Sis said the boys would be in.

She followed the noise, curious to figure out what was going on. 

The boys paid no attention to anything else besides each other. Their vampiric need to mate and ravish one another was far too strong. 

Dwayne took control the most, wrapping his strong hands around Paul's wrists and holding him down firmly so he could keep the blond in place. Though they both liked to dominate their mates together, Paul happily submitted to Dwayne.

"Your dick is so big, Daddy~" Paul purred out. 

"Fuck, call me that again," Dwayne growled. He had released Paul's lips in order to nibble on his neck. Paul always did make the sweetest noises when he bruised and bit into his skin. 

"Fuck me, Daddy~" 

Dwayne could barely control himself when that nickname got tossed around. It made him feel truly powerful. Maybe even more powerful than David. 

Getting met with obedience put him in quite a generous mood. Dwayne pulled away just for a moment, his hand reaching down to grab at Paul's chin. He couldn't get enough of those beautiful blue eyes staring at him. 

"How about you let Daddy do that thing you like so much?"

If Paul wasn't excited before, he certainly was after hearing that. He nodded eagerly, already wiggling around to turn over onto his stomach. 

"Heh. Such an eager thing~" Dwayne chuckled, already right to work kissing Paul's back. He loved to take his time, peppering each inch of skin with love. Paul sighed and giggled as the kisses went down his spine, and right over his tailbone. 

Gem had followed the sound of her two mates, finally making her way to the room. She was moments away from opening her mouth to call out for them, but found her voice silenced when she was greeted with quite a lustful sight. 

From the darkness of the shadows, she watched Dwayne spread Paul open and lick his lips like a ravenous wolf before digging in. Paul's back arched and he sang out the prettiest moans as Dwayne worked his magic. She couldn't believe what she was watching. 

There was no way she was interrupting this. 

"Oh my God…AAaahh~!!" Paul cried. He was so whiney and desperate, pure putty in Dwayne's hands. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, Baby~?" he growled, kneading the flesh of Paul's ass in his fingers. He let out a hearty spit on the exposed hole before diving right back in for more. 

Paul babbled mindlessly while squirming and wriggling under Dwayne. He was so sensitive to such treatment, yet his lover wouldn't go easy on him at all. All he could do was let the brunet man overstimulate him and lick at his hole as much as he pleased. 

Gem couldn't bring herself to look away. It was mesmerizing for her to see her lovers like this. It lit a fire in her belly, and she found herself slipping a hand down into her underwear. She was already so hot from their show. 

"Oooh fu-fuck! Daddy stop teasing and fuck me!!" Paul pleaded. 

He sounded so pathetic, very much the opposite of what Gem and her sisters were used to. In a way, seeing a dominant man turn submissive for once gave her a newfound sense of power. 

"Heh…alright, Paulie. You know I can't say no to you~" Dwayne cooed. 

Thankful for the dozens of bottles of lube hidden throughout the rooms of the cave for moments like this, Dwayne grabbed a nearby bottle and stroked his cock with the warm liquid. He was so sore with need. This was a long time coming. 

He mounted himself on top of Paul, carefully brushing his blond locks over the shoulder with one hand and lining his cock up with the other. 

"I'll be gentle. I know it's been a while, Baby"

The two men shivered and moaned out as Dwayne pushed himself inside. Their bodies could barely take the intense euphoria. Such a sight was making Gem feel her own pleasure. She bit her tongue to keep herself from moaning. There was no way she was interrupting this. All she wanted to do was watch and stroke her clit. 

True to his word, Dwayne moved his hips at a steady pace. Nothing too slow, but deep and thorough enough to make it easy on Paul. His hands slipped over Paul's arms and over his hands, fingers entwined together. 

It had been ages since they were romantic and intimate like this. For once they didn't fuck like wild animals in a primal state of heat. They acted like lovers who had been together long enough to know just what they desired most. 

It made Gem blush as she watched. They were both so perfect in her eyes. It was like watching their decades-long love story play out. She bit back another moan as her fingers moved at the same pace as their thrusting.

"Dwayne! Mmmmh fuck, you feel in…aah…incredible~" Paul sighed. His hips lifted higher, granting Dwayne the ability to fuck him deeper. Strands of blond hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes fluttered from the pleasure overwhelming him. 

"Paul…fuck, baby boy….mmmm…so good…~" Dwayne grunted. He was holding back, fighting the urge to plow the other vampire into the mattress. That wasn't what he wanted. Paul deserved sweetness after all the fighting they got into. 

Their fingers gripped tighter together as the thrusting went faster. The two voices blended together with every moan and sigh. It was all pure ecstasy for the two vampires, and they couldn't get enough. 

Gem's fingers were wet with slick as she fucked herself faster. Her cunt ached from the emptiness. She envied Paul for getting fucked by Dwayne, but she wouldn't dare take away his fun. 

"Fill me, Dwayne. Oooh sh-shit…need you to cum in-inside me~" Paul pleaded. 

"Of course, Paulie…mmmf…fuck, whatever you want, you can…God….have it~" Dwayne promised. 

The dark-haired vampire thrust as deep as possible. He wanted Paul to feel every single moment of getting fucked like this. The two of them savored every moment, their heads spinning with love for one another. 

Gem could practically feel how close they were. Perhaps it was from the connection she shared with the two of them. She wanted to cum at the same time they did. Her fingers worked their magic all the while. 

"Gonna cum! FUCK, gonna cum, Daddy!!" Paul whimpered. His face was buried into the sheets on the bed and his body trembled as it was hit with the force of pleasure that Dwayne granted him. 

Cum spilled from the tip of his cock and stained the bed beneath them. Paul's cries gave Dwayne the push he needed to reach his own orgasm. He growled and grunted, holding the blond down as he filled his ass with his seed. 

The two of them had made quite a mess together. They didn't care about that though. All Paul and Dwayne could think about was how amazing they felt. Though they panted and trembled from how much energy was taken out of their bodies, they still cuddled close together. Nuzzles and kisses were traded between the lovers. 

"God, I really did miss you, Dwayne"

"I missed you too. Let's not fight anymore, Paul. We're a team after all"

"Aah~"

The loving moment was interrupted by a faint squeak from the other side of the room. Their eyes shot to the location, both of them now on edge. After being so focused on each other, they hadn't even noticed they had a guest. 

Though they both went from surprise to amusement when they realized their little peeping tom was none other than their mate. 

"Well hi there, Mama," Paul called out to Gem. "Whatcha doin' over there~?" 

Her face flushed a deep shade of red, embarrassment taking over from getting caught in such a lewd position. 

"S-Sorry…I didn't want to interrupt. You both looked so good, I just….couldn't help myself"

The two boys shared a look with one another. Devious thoughts danced around in their minds as a second wave of lust took over. They were certainly back to their old selves now. 

"Well we wouldn't want you to feel left out, baby girl," Dwayne purred. He beckoned Gem to come to join them, finger crooked in a "come hither" motion. "Come here~"

An eager smile spread across Gem's face as she rushed over to the bed. She didn't have to be told twice when it came to her two lovers. 

Tag List: @britany1997 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @queerlittlem0nster @solobagginses

[snapdragon-mina]

Midnight Sun

a/n: @uliscribbles HI ULI I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA 🎅🏾🎅🏾🎅🏾. I really hope you like this and I hope I did this fic justice,,, I'm still super thankful for what you did for me and I still have absolutely no idea how to repay you, so this'll have to do for now ✨. Enjoy!! 💞

Warnings: a couple f bombs, a smidge of harassment for like a second, and that's about it!

Word Count: 1.2k

Being born into royalty has its perks. You gain the ability to get almost anything your heart desires. Growing up, Y/n always had this ability. Being the first born in a kingdom notorious for having gifted rulers, everything except for your soulmate was gifted to you on a silver platter. 

Waking up just after sunrise, you were greeted by your head servant. "Your Highness, we have quite the day ahead of us." She spoke, already helping you out of bed. 

"Yeah, yeah. It's way too early. Please remind me why I had to wake up *right* after the sun?" You yawned and stretched, heading towards the bathroom where the bath was already drawn. Various different scented soaps and oils littered the bathtub.

"We have a lot to do. We need to maximize our time!"

"Mhm... Run me through the schedule." 

Multiple servants were in the bathroom helping you out. One held your hair up and out of the way as you took your bath and finished up. "As you wish, your highness! First off we have breakfast with the queen and king, after that you have to attend the knighting ceremony." 

"Is that all?" 

"I'm afraid not, the ceremony is followed by a ball to celebrate the new knights. As you know, the ball will last until sunrise. Then, you'll be allowed to sleep in again." 

You looked over at her in a way that just screamed "are you fucking kidding me?" She got the memo and laughed nervously. "I'm terribly sorry about this, your highness, but these are the king's wishes." 

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Help me get dressed please." 

"As you wish!"

You'd gotten dressed and had the ever so pleasant breakfast with your uncomfortably stuck up parents. All that was left at the moment was the ceremony and ball. These were always boring. You'd never managed to find any sort of enjoyment during these events due to the knights all being as equally serious as your parents. 

You stood behind your mother as she recited the same questions to each knight and gave them their "knighthood". This process went on for over an hour until the final knight appeared. Now this one caught your attention. His hair was the same color as the sun with eyes as blue as the ocean. While the other knights stood with terrifying poker faces, this one had an easygoing smile and extremely kind eyes. 

Your mother recited the questions and he all but answered enthusiastically. After she finished and he was officially dubbed a knight, his gaze landed on you for a brief moment, resulting in the small bit of eye contact the universe needed to send a sharp pain to your wrist. 

Your eyes widened in the slightest as you realized precisely what that feeling meant. Subtly, you turned your arm to where your wrist faced you. There, as you expected, was the symbol of a soul match. A silver rose, etched right there. 

You glanced back over at the knight, and noticed him smiling at you excitedly. It was like looking at an excited puppy. You smiled back at him.

You hadn't seen that knight since the ceremony and the ball had started a little under two hours ago. You obviously searched for him but you'd always get roped into talking to some random prince that wished to court you for power. 

"Excuse me, your highness, but I couldn't help notice how amazing you look." One of them purred, grabbing your wrist as you tried to walk off. 

"Yeah whatever. Let me go, I have something to do." 

"What could be more important than talking to a potential mate? I mean, our parents are talking to each other, gorgeous." His voice was like poisoned honey. It was sweet but you weren't stupid. 

"Do me a favor and kindly fuck off. I'm busy." You hissed, startling him. Unfortunately, that only pissed him off. Before either of you could say anything, the knight from earlier had appeared in front of you. It was liked he'd fallen into your lap. 

"Hello, your Highness. Is he bothering you?" He asked. One hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he smiled down at the prince. This smile wasn't like the one from earlier, this one held… sinister undertones. Thankfully, he shook his head and quickly rushed off. 

He turned to you and bowed. "I know you had it under control, your highness, but I couldn't resist. I'm Mirio Togata." 

"I appreciate the help, Sir Mirio. But I really didn't need it." Despite your tone accidentally coming off harshly, he just smiled at you softly. 

"Oh I'm well aware, it looked like things were gonna get pretty brutal if he kept it up. That's a nasty glare you have there, your highness." He offered his arm to you.

You laughed a little and accepted it, leaving the crowded ballroom and heading toward the gardens. 

"So you're the soulmate I never thought I'd meet." You spoke once you both were further away from the ballroom. 

"Yep! Something told me that a major event -outside of being knighted- was going to happen to me today… even if you weren't my soulmate, just being able to see you in person would've been enough for me." He smiled, watching as butterflies fluttered around the flowers. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at the statement. "You're too nice. Thank you, Mirio."

"Anything for you, y/n." 

Two years after that initial meeting, you and Mirio only grew closer to each other. He showered you with compliments weekly, dedicating an entire weekday to just, absolutely showering you with adoration.

Your parents were your biggest concern, but surprisingly, they weren't as strict as you'd thought. Your father was content with you having someone strong and your mother knew Mirio's intentions were pure, so she trusted your judgement. 

When the time came for you to become the next ruler, it was winter. 

Snow covered the ground and snowflakes were still falling as you walked through the gardens with Mirio one last time before you were crowned. 

"Have I ever mentioned how amazing you look in the snow?" 

"Miri, you do everytime it snows." 

"Good. Because you look amazing! Oh, speaking of snow, your favorite animal is a rabbit, right?" Not knowing where this was going, you hesitated before nodding. He smiled wide and picked you up bridal style, running off in a seemingly random direction. You held onto his neck for dear life, squealing at how sudden it was. 

In a few seconds, the two of you reached the castle stable and he allowed you to stand on your own again. 

"Miri, what are you-" He cut you off with a finger to his lips and a wink. You rolled your eyes but waited patiently. Mirio made vague hand gestures to the people taking care of the animals and they nodded. 

5 minutes passed and eventually, Mirio was handed a cage. He smiled and presented you with said cage. "This is one of the newborns. She's old enough to be away from her mother, but it'd be great if you could let her visit every so often."

"I… I don't even know what to say…" 

He looked a little worried, but it went away as quickly as it came when you kissed him. 

"I'll take that as a "you liked it" Then?" He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"Of course I like it. Thank you, Mirio. I love you so much." 

"I love you even more, sunshine. Now let's get you back to your room before a certain worker of yours takes my head." He laughed, leading you back towards the palace with your new pet.

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Sixteen: The One With the Parents

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3029

        "Oh!" a familiar voice called as Bucky opened the door, "Well hello there. who are you?"

Lily's eyes blew wide as she jumped up from her seat on the couch, readjusting herself before rushing forward from the living room, startling Joey. Coming to a halt, beside Bucky, Lily gave a nervous smile as she came face to face with her parents. Alicia and Abel Osborne, two of the most notorious environmental scientists in the country. And some of the most down-to-earth and relaxed people you could ever find. So how they had an uptight and perfectionist daughter like Lily? Well, no one could really explain that.

"Mom? Dad?" Lily questioned, a small laugh trailing behind her words, "It's like eleven o'clock. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Well your father is never good with timing but that doesn't answer my question," Alicia Osborne hummed, handing her coat to her husband, "Who is this?" she smiled, pointing her finger up and down the man.

"James Barnes," the man introduced, reaching his flesh hand forward, "Please, call me Bucky. It's lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Osborne, Lily has told me much about you."

"How sweet. we haven't heard anything to do with you. Other than what everyone already knows about the famous Winter Soldier!" Abel commented, shaking the man’s hand that was outstretched. One that lasted a second too long.

Blunt. A very notable characteristic of the Osborne parents. Due to their intelligence, they seemed to have failed in the social department. Neither knew when some of the things they said could come across as hurtful, yet somehow managed to say these things in sweet and loving tones. It had a tendency to be a detriment to the three children of the two, seeing as when they didn't like someone they brought home, they would say it. Not to Lily. Not to Rose. Not to Cedar. To the other party. They always said sugarcoating was a waste of time, and that honesty was something that was vital.

"Where's Hunter?" Alicia asked, continuing to eye Bucky.

"As I said. it's eleven at night. He's asleep." Lily sighed, leading the rest of the party into the kitchen, "I wish you would have called me to tell me you're coming. I only have one spare room."

"Oh, that's fine. Bucky can sleep with you." Alicia stated, opening up her daughter’s kitchen cupboards, searching for lord knows what.

Lily stared wide-eyed at her mother as she took a seat at the dinner table next to Bucky. Hiding her face in her hands, Lily shook her head. This was one of the main reasons Lily never introduced most people to her parents. Especially her mother. She recalled the many times that Lily had brought home a potential boyfriend, only to have them scared off by Alicia's harsh and straightforward remarks.

"Lily you need to go grocery shopping, you have no food." Alicia sighed, "Come on Abel let's head to bed now."

"Yes, dear...and you two. Keep it down tonight, the spare room is right next to Lily's." Abel commented, chuckling as Lily dropped her head down onto the table and Bucky let out a deep and hearty chuckle.

And as quick as they came in, Lily's parents were gone upstairs to the spare room. Leaving Lily and Bucky alone in the kitchen again, wondering what the hell had just happened. mostly Lily, Bucky seemed to find the entire interaction quite comedic. Seeing Lily get flustered must have made him smile because lord knows the comments were parents made wouldn't.

"Well then...shall we get to bed, doll?" Bucky cooed, leaning towards the blonde and placing his hand gently on the small of her back.

Lily shot the man a glare, but yet, still followed him as they wandered up towards the bedroom Lily slept in every night. And the one she'd be sharing that night.

“Keep it PG, Barnes.”

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The gentle feeling of fingertips ghosting against her skin sent a shiver through Lily's body. Her deep green eyes peeled themselves apart, only to hum at the sweet feeling of touch. Her body tensed at first, her mind not comprehending who it was who was caressing her pale skin. But soon it caught up, and her heart began to beat at a rapid pace. But she didn't move. didn't flinch. She cooed gently at the feeling of his calloused fingers tracing small patterns into the smooth skin of her arm. The dim sun of November pierced through the thin curtains of Lily's bedrooms, and she eventually figured she would pull herself from the tranquillity of the moment.

"Mornin' doll." a gruff and raspy voice cooed from behind the blonde, resulting in her rolling onto the other side to come face to face with a stubbly Bucky Barnes.

"Morning," she purred as his fingers returned to her arm, "I should go get Hunter up."

"It's Saturday. let the kid sleep." Bucky replied, inching himself forward. Their noses were millimetres away, and Lily could barely catch her breath.

A grin placed itself on the man’s lips. Leaning forward, the brunette caught the young mom’s lips in his own. Their lips moulded into one another as though they had been perfectly sculpted for the other. His large hands found their way down to her waist and he gently gripped at it, resulting in a breathy noise escaping Lily's lips before he quickly swallowed it with his lips once again. His hands were rough, yet his touch was gentle. The callouses and years of wear and tear against the milky smooth skin of Lily's waist were that of heaven. But she came to as his hands wandered down near the stretch marks she was left with from those years ago while pregnant with the young boy just down the hall.

"Wait," Lily whispered, hands dropping from the man’s hair down onto his hand, averting it from the marks that she still had yet to find comfort in.

Bucky gave her a knowing smile. His warm eyes pouring into hers as he sat up, moving the comforter and sheet from both of their bodies. She watched intently as his hands fiddled with the hems of the white shirt she wore. The blonde sucked in a breath but didn't halt his movements. The tall man gave her an affirming peck on the cheek before lifting the bottom of the pyjama top a smidge. Just above the bottom of her torso. Lily immediately averted her forest green eyes, not wanting to see the pale peach marks along her body. But Bucky's flesh hand gently caressed her chin, beckoning her to turn her head to watch again.

"Lily you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen," he cooed, leaning his head down to press a gentle peck against a mark on her hip, "and these only make you more beautiful," he continued, further littering gentle kisses along her stomach, "you created one of the most amazing kids I've met. These are marks to show that strength you had."

"That's one way of putting it," Lily whispered, reaching her hand forward and running it through the dark tresses atop Bucky's head.

"You're gorgeous." Bucky hummed, kissing up her navel before attacking her face with the same gentle kisses he had just pressed to the marks that made Lily wish to never put on a bikini, resulting in a sweet and harmonious giggle to sing from Lily's throat as she thrashed her head around playfully.

When their lips finally met again, the two sunk into one another's touch. Lily hadn't felt so...seen in a long time. The way he kissed her was something she only experienced in her wildest dreams. But having it happen, having his hand, flesh and vibranium, on her and making her feel special...no dream could capture that. The kiss heated up subtly, both gripping the other as though they were each other’s last lifeline. Only to once again, be interrupted by a knock at the door. This time though, the person on the other side didn't both to wait.

"Oh!" the sound of her mother’s voice echoed through the room, causing Joey to pop his head up at the end of the bed, "Well I suppose that's my fault. I should have waited."

Bucky chuckled at the woman's words before ducking his head down into the crook of Lily's neck, giving a shake of his head. Lily groaned and leaned her head back, gently shoving the bulk of a man off of her, sitting up and turning her attention back to the woman who stood in her doorway. Her mother was dressed in a pair of beige cargo pants, a navy blue button-up shirt, and a fishnet cardigan. A signature Alicia Osborne look. And it always managed to work so well with her? Honestly, Lily aspired to be like her mother.

"What can I do for you mum?" Lily smiled, tucking a golden strand behind her ear.

"Well, your dad and I want to go see Gen and Rose! So why don't you two finish up and then we can head down to Gen's cafe, yes? Lovely. Also isn’t morning sex just the best? See you in half an hour!" the blonde cooed, sending a wink towards Bucky before shutting the bedroom door once again.

"Your mom's quite the character."

"Oh, you haven't even seen half of it yet."

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A series of chuckles radiated through the group as Lily, Bucky, Hunter, and her parents arrived at the slightly hectic cafe that her best friend owned. Hunter had made a joke that caused Abel to laugh so hard he had stumbled, resulting in him bumping into the back of his wife. Overall, it was a light-hearted mood within the family of Lily Osborne. Though there was a looming presence that each person avoided. And that was the topic of Cedar. The currently incarcerated youngest Osborne child. For a crime, he did indeed commit, but the motive? Still unknown.

When seated, Abel was the first to speak. But not what Lily was hoping to hear.

"Hunt why don't you go see auntie Rose and aunt Gen in the back?" the man hummed, sending his only grandchild off from the booth, leaving the three Osbornes and a Barnes seated. All of them knowing what came next, "So...we did come down for a reason. To talk about, well, Cedar."

Lily tensed up at the sound of her younger brother’s name. The only images playing in her mind were that of the boy’s face when she was brought in to try and question him. A deeply troubled and forlorn look that had made Lily uneasy. As though there was something much bigger at play here, instead of simply that her brother had tried to break into her ex-husband’s apartment. If she could turn back time, she would. And pry the answers out of Cedar if it killed her. She needed to know why the boy was at the apartment, and what he wanted from Scott.

"Now, James. We know you were initially the one to reprehend our son. Which we totally get, he was committing a crime. And you're, well, you," Alicia continued, "But we came down to New York to help question Cedar. And we just want to know everything that happened."

Lily's face began to heat up. Her breathing quickening as she tugged at the dark blue cardigan she wore. Everything around her grew larger as she felt herself shrink. Just thinking of the night that everything happened made the blonde want to hide away from people forever. But it wouldn't go away if she avoided it. The pain that was caused that night wouldn't mysteriously disappear just because Lily chose to ignore it. Despite her constant efforts to do so. And she knew that the time would come where she did in fact have to talk about the night. But what Lily was worried about, subconsciously, was why her parents had kept Bucky here for the conversation. And why on earth they kept referring to him as his first name, despite him being evident on preferring the nickname that everyone used...and Lily wanted to test the waters.

"Buck, why don't you go see Hunter in the back?" Lily hummed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, the cool metal feeling pushing through the thin cotton of his shirt.

"No." Abel stepped in, "No, we need Sergeant Barnes to stay."

Both parties, Lily and Bucky, looked at the brunette man across the table with confusion in their eyes. Lily slightly understood the use of James, but not fully. Seeing as it was his first name. However, hearing the words that laid printed on Bucky's dog tags tucked underneath his shirt caused her to straighten her spine slightly. Lily's hand reached under the table to rest gently on the man beside her knee, running smooth circles along it with her thumb.

"...Okay," Lily stated, nodding along hesitantly with her father, "Why?"

"Well he was witness to what happened," Alicia hummed, smiling as a waitress brought out the group each a coffee, "We also trust his memory a tad more than yours, flower. He is a super-soldier after all!"

Lily cocked an eyebrow at her mother’s words. The tones of her parents seemed to fluctuate, and it would have gone unnoticed by those who hadn't been raised by the pair. It only ever happened when both seemed to be on edge or nervous about something. Though Lily tried to convince herself it was merely because their youngest child and only son had been arrested for attempted breaking and entering. But Alicia and Abel Osborne weren't known for their nerves, especially when it came to Cedar. But once again, Lily convinced herself it was most likely just because of that. Hell, if she was in their position with Hunter? She may have already gone mad.

"Did you see anyone else there, that night?" Abel picked up, sipping his coffee, "Any unusual faces? Not just police?"

Both Bucky and Lily shook their heads, but it was the former who spoke, "Not that I saw. But we were at the front of the building. And I'm sure the police did a sweep of the perimeter to ensure there weren’t any other people. So to sum it up, it was just Cedar."

The two nodded along. But there was a new sense of unease settling over the table. It set Lily's nerves on edge. The way her parents fidgeted and shifted. She'd never seen them act so...uncomfortable before. The night before, they were making slight sex jokes with their daughter and Bucky, not a single care in the world. But now? Talking about whether or not there was another person involved in the event seemed to be their least favourite topic of conversation, despite being the ones who had initiated it. The only time that they acted this strange was when Scott had asked their permission to marry Lily, and they said no. But he went along with it anyway...and well, everyone knows how that ended up.

"And Cedar, was he acting weird? Confused, dazed?" Alicia asked, tracing her finger over the hole in her mug, "fidgety?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah he seemed confused. I didn't get a good look at his face but he kept looking around and panting. He seemed paranoid about something. We've dealt with a few people who have maybe been on substances doing this sort of stuff. Typically on a larger scale though...y'know. trying to take over the world and all of that super fun stuff I call work."

Lily's eyes sat trained on her father. The two always had a close relationship. They were two peas in a pod. Though Alicia tended to be more outspoken, Abel sat back and observed most of the time. But now he was the first to strike up a conversation. Something Lily wasn't used to. What she also didn't like was how he avoided her gaze. He'd sneak a glance every few minutes but immediately turn away when he saw how Lily analyzed him. The shifting in his seat, the paranoid glances. Similar to what had been described for Cedar. A new sense of fear almost. Lily felt an uneasy ball rest in the pit of her stomach, and she tapped on Bucky's arm.

"Can I talk to you outside?" she whispered. When he nodded in agreement, the two excused themselves and pushed open the doors of the cafe out into the chill New York air, "Buck I don't like this. They're acting weird. Something is going on here."

Bucky gave her a gentle smile, before placing his hands on her shoulders, "Doll they're just a bit freaked out because of what's going on. I mean imagine if it were you with Hunter."

"I know! I know I would have lost it by now but I know my parents," Lily insisted, shaking her head, "There's something going on with Cedar and with them. There's something not right about all of this. First of all, Cedar cried whenever I killed a spider. Second of all, he would never want to cause any sort of pain for Hunter, he loves him so much. And third of all, my parents are acting very differently. I've seen them under considerable stress, and my father never speaks first. Bucky I need you to trust me. Something is happening."

He must have picked up on the shake in her voice. For when she finished, he tugged the smaller woman close to his chest, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. Her breathing was rigid and he cooed to her softly. He agreed he'd trust her, and that he'd keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Kissing her forehead once more, the man lead her back into the cafe. When they returned to their seats, Lily watched carefully as Bucky leaned forward. The gears were turning in his head and Lily could see it. He was formulating something. And then he spoke.

"Cedar was arrested a month ago and questioned. Why are you here now? A month late."

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Prompt: 7. Ice Skating

A/N: OH BOY OH BOY was this fun to write! :D I really hope you'll enjoy this one and prepare for som surprises ;)

Setting: The frozen lake at Hogwarts

Pairing: Snape x Reader

ABBR.: │(y/n) - Your Name │

Word count: 1726

Warnings: Harsh language, Kissing, Light teasing

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"Oh come on Sev! It's not that hard!" You twirled around the frozen lake as you were visiting your beloved Severus at the beginning of December. He had been most happy to have some time with you even if it were only a few hours but he was apparently not so happy about ice skating. You rather enjoyed the activity.

He was standing off to the side of the lake, he watched you skate with a few other people - students, actually - also joining in on the ice. He shook his head at you but you were adamant he should at least try. Come on, such a wus.

You skated over and held out your hand to him. "Come on you Grinch," you said with a smile, "it's not that hard to skate." Severus arched a brow, his arms crossed over his chest and the heavy winter cloak he wore swayed slightly in the chilly breeze. "I know how to skate, (y/n)," he grumbled with a sneer as he glanced around at the students, "That does not mean I'll make a fool of myself." You sighed.

"If you know how to skate then prove it! Or I won't believe you." Your breath turned to smoke as you spoke and Severus gave you another sneer. "Not falling for that one." "Falling for what? How am I supposed to believe you can skate if you don't show me?" You crossed your arms over your own chest and stared at him expectantly. He huffed and sighed as he seemed to relax his shoulders a bit. It actually looked a lot like defeat.

"Once," he growled as he summoned skates with the flick of his wand. You smiled and clapped your hands with glee. Finally! Severus switched from heavy boots to skates, he tied them meticulously but swiftly and you got the feeling he had done just that many times before. He stepped on tot he ice, and you weren't gonna lie. You half wished he'd fall on his pretty ass so you could mock him a little as he so often did with you in areas were you were less knowledgeable.

But no, he did not fall, he didn't even waver or stumble. His balance was perfect, is posture impeccable and the way he moved was soft as swaying grass in a summer breeze. You gawked as he rode past you. his hand tied behind his back and not even a smile was present on his face as he just glided around in a perfect eight.

"You do know how to skate!" you called out with joy and skated up to him where he had stopped as if he commanded the skates respect like ha commanded the attention of students in his classroom. You were in awe of him, such a versatile man...

He grabbed you and gave you a tiny smirk. "I told you, several times," he muttered. "Well, I got you not eh ice, didn't I?" you snickered with a grin and he huffed out a cloudy breath of air. "Oh come on, it's fun to do stuff together." You let go of him as you skated around him. Not quite as balanced or serenely comfortable as him. But you had fun.

"Well, you got me on the ice, can I get off now?" "Pfft, you're not getting off that easily," you grinned, "Catch me and I'll give you a kiss." He arched a brow expertly well towards you as you took off across the ice. He grumbled and you saw that he looked around at the student. Most of them looked, half looked or tried not to look at the man clad from head to toe in purest black.

"Severus!" you called out as you were getting quite far from him, and you did want to give him a kiss so you were hoping he'd catch you. He shook his head but something changed in his posture. You were fucked.

He came at you with such speed and ease to his movement you just glided as your focus was on him. His cloak flailed around like an angry cloud of thunder and his face was harshly set. but his body, his body moved with such grace you could barely believe it. Had you not actually seen it you would have sworn it was a lie.

"Shit!" you hissed as he came closer and you tried to take off so as to give him a little chase but it was no use. He was on you in an instant and he took you with him, soaring over the ice, as he grabbed you and refused to let go. "I caught you," he grumbled in your ear. "You did," you gasped as you finally came to a halt in the middle of the lake. Far from the others.

He held you as you caught your breath, in awe of the man before you. "I believe a kiss is in order," he growled and you smiled as your cheeks turned rosy - not form he cold any longer but from him. You leaned up and smacked your lips to his. He hummed in delight and you felt the love he poured into you through the connection.

"I still can't believe you skate," you mumbled when the kiss was broken. He gave you a huff with a half-smile. "I am quite good at it you know." "Oh I know, gliding around like that, quite god indeed," you said with a small attempt at sounding just like him. He glared at you. "What? You glide around, kids can do that," you said with a shrug. Now, you were lying. You knew you were lying as Severus didn't just glide around, he owned the ice and commanded every inch of his body with grace. You knew that. But oh, you could not help but taunt him a little. Just a tad, a smidge, a tiny tiny bit.

"I'll show you," he said, "gliding around, pfft," he murmured as he turned away from you. "I expect you to never bother me with this skating nonsense ever again after this!" His voice was a loud growl that vibrated through you. You sighed at the sensation but laughed a little at his tone. "Whatever you're up to, I can't make such a promise!" you called towards him and he huffed out some more air that turned foggy white.

Time stood utterly still. There was no wind. No shouting our laughter from the students. There was only one single sound. As if the world had stopped to marvel in the splendour that was Severus skating. Really skating. You could barely breathe as you watched him. He held such speed and grace as he skated around a large area with intricate movements, dips and spins. It was bizarre.

The man who usually looked as though he had a stick up his ass was pure grace embodied. You gasped as he did a Salchow jump and after he landed ever so smoothly he went into a perfect Spiral. He was grace, power, strength - he was everything and you were absolutely fuming as he skated back towards you and did a perfect halt that sprayed you down with ice shavings.

"You!" you growled, "You have been holding out on me!" You were truly fuming. Ice skating was something you loved and here stood the man you loved after having done an exceptional performance despite the fact he had refused and refused and REFUSED to skate with you every single damn year.

He sneered and chuckled. "I told you I can skate." "Oh, you bastard of a man! You can't skate! You're a fucking expert at it and you've been holding out on me!" You snarled as you pushed his chest. Not hard but just enough so he'd feel it. He chuckled. "Sweetheart, you love skating and I am very good at it. Do you honestly think you would have had so much fun skating if you knew how good I am? do you think, for a moment, you would have laughed so freely as I watched you spin around in wobbly circles and skate in wonky lines had you know how good I am?"

You looked at him, you were fuming and so damn in love with the man you barely knew what to say. So you just glared at him. "Sweetheart, you never do things that I am good at. If you find out I am good at something you stop doing that thing. Like with the potions, the muggle history books, even cooking." He stroked your cheek and you softened for him. "I enjoy watching you smile and laugh, I do not want to be the reason you stop with things you love," he whispered and you couldn't be mad at him any longer for holding out on you. He was right, the bastard was right and you damn well knew it.

"Sometimes I hate that you know me so well," you grumbled softly. He smiled and tipped your head back with a cold finger under your chin. "Sometimes you love how well I know you," he purred and your cheeks flushed as you very well knew what he was referring to. "Severus-" "Promise me you will not stop skating." You looked at him and he seemed almost fearful.

"(y/n), promise me. I do not want to be a reason you let go of things you love." You gave him a soft smile, your eyes watered slightly as you kissed him tenderly. The love he had for you was so strong and he allowed you to berate him, tease him, despite the fact he did so well on the ice. Just for you to be happy and keep skating. "I promise if you promise to skate with me every year?" He chuckled and kiss you while he promised to do just that.

When the kiss ended you leaned into him as he held you tightly. "Sev, do you like to skate?" you asked, he must have had quite an amount of practice to skate so well. "I do, I enjoy it immensely." Those words just made you love him even more. "Then enjoy it with me, skate with me," you whispered into his cloak covered chest and he gave your forehead a quick kiss. "Let's go then."

Oh, I LOVE this prompt and I had so much fun writing this! :D I can't even imagine the rumours that would goa round at Hogwarts after a display such as this xD Gosh, I might have to write something about that at some point xD

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[Dec:2020]

[nolongerwrites]

Anger prompt 13 with Akutagawa pleaseeee? 😊

Sweet baby boy 😣 we love akutagawa 💕

I couldn’t think of any other way to write this other than it being yandere I hope that’s okay!!

He was in love. He was entranced. He was obsessed. You were perfect. Too perfect. He was so in love with you and it made him sick, sick enough to want to rip his heart out of his chest and crush it with his hands. Ryunosuke had first laid eyes on you a good year ago. A lowly member of the mafia that people hardly paid attention to. You had no special ability or power. You were just another random person doing someone else’s dirty work.

Yet why was he so intrigued?

Maybe it was the way you held no hesitation or fear in your work, nor showed even the slightest smidge of emotion when you pulled the trigger. There were occasions where you had spoke to ryunosuke, but never did you really hold a conversation. He always had a distant look in his eyes when you looked in his direction. Plus you weren’t much of a talker. You would nod at him and he would just stare at you wide eyed.

He did his research. He found out where you lived, who your friends were, your family, and so much more. In one months max he knew more things about you than you could have ever imagined. That was until he saw you with another man one night on his way home. You had your hand intertwined with this stranger as you both walked onto the train.

Ryunosuke was appalled. He had never seen this person in his life, and he especially didn’t see him on any of his written notes about you. He didn’t know why but he became furious. The thought of you involved with anyone romantically got under his skin and filled him with rage. He wanted you to himself. So he decided to follow you home and finally claim what was his.

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You had almost made it to your apartment when you felt your face go cold. The second pair of footsteps next to had disappeared and your hand felt heavy unlike before. A shiver ran through your body. A wave of unease shook you from your head to your feet. Slowly, you turned to look at where your lover once was only to be seen with emptiness. Though his hand was still yours, the rest of his body wasn’t.

Your eyes were blown wide and you panicked. A scream erupted from your throat as you dropped the bloody hand onto the floor. You stumbled back a few feet before looking around in a fit of alarm. That’s when your eyes spotted him. Ryunosuke stood a good distance away; his hands stuffed in his pockets and a ebony dragon draped over his shoulder.

Small specks if blood were splattered on his cloths and that gave you enough information to figure out that this was his doing. Your Fight or flight kicked in the moment you noticed it and Your feet took off before you could even register the yells booming behind you. “Y/N COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!”

There was no way in hell you could take him on even if you tried. You weren’t gifted! Why was he after you like this? Questions swam in your head as you dashed through abandoned alleys and buildings. The sound of your panting and footsteps echoed into the night as you continued on. You ran until your calf’s burned and your lungs ached. Every now and then you had checked behind you to see if ryunosuke was following you but never did you see him.

When you thought the coast was clear, the worst came to light. Several black spikes came up from the ground and stabbed you in your arms,legs, and torso; they pinned you against the concrete wall behind your back. Another blood curdling scream was ripped out of you and Ryunosuke came into view once more. He watched you tremble and scream as tears streamed down your cheeks.

With his pale white fingers, he wiped your cheeks away and held your face in his hands. The pure and raw dismay that took over your features as you looked into his eyes made his heart pound in his ears. He was desperately and obsessively in love with you; his heart couldn’t take it anymore. He watched your lips quiver as you silently begged him to let you go. Ryunosuke only smiled and purred one last scentence before your whole world shattered beneath your feet.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this... and now that I finally have you, you belong to me.. forever”

[brainlessbitxh]

Arriving at the mess the Villain made, he stood there is complete shock. He took a wrecking ball to the Circs house. And who would be the one to get the blame, the hero because he wasn't there in time to stop it.

Storming to the only remaining room, he stood in anger staring at the back of the man he hated "how could you, I'm gonna get all the blame" the hero yelled and slammed his hand through the last remaining wall, watching as it crumpled at his feet.

"I wanted you to come" the villain said his voice sounding not like his own, as his gaze was elsewhere other then the room. If the hero was walking he would have faltered at the weird tone "if you wanted to see me, you could have rob someone" he replied dumbfounded that he took a wrecking ball to someone's house to catch his attention. "Like I said, I want you to come" her over pronounced the you and finally turned around his steel eyes making contact with the hero's icy blue ones. The hero moved quickly and threw a punch out of anger, it missed by a smidge as he stared into the garden, he pulled his hand back and held his breath waiting a full minute before releasing and throwing another punch that just barely caught the villains shoulder.

"If you want me" the hero panted "come get me" he was sick of the villains games of ruining something, and then beating him up only to do it again the next day.

This caused the villain to pause and make direct eye contact with the hero before running his fingers gently on his jawline "want you in which way darling don't get me wrong I don’t care, but it's an important decision before we continue" it came out with a small accent as he stared deep into the hero's eyes.

He took a step back in shock staring at the villain who grabbed a yards worth of rope and held it tight in his hands. "Which way do you want this" he repeated and simply took a few long steps over, a foot away from the hero, it gave him an advantage and showed them who was taller. The hero was only 5,11 while the villain was 6,2 and much more built in the shape of a wrestler "your not that intimidating" the hero said through the fear that was wringing his stomach like a towel.

A dark chuckle escaped the villains lips as he crouched down to the others height "you say that now" he pressed his palm against the hero's cheek, the flinch noticeable from a 100 miles away "or maybe you are afraid" a cruel grin spread across his lips as he took in the view in front of him.

The hero was standing there, a slight shake in his hand and his eyes moving around nervously as he paced both feet up and down "you can't lie to someone like me" he boomed out and watched as the shorter male jumped.

His eyes dropped down to examine the hero's body, stopping to stare at his crotch making it obvious before looking back at his face. A clear red was covering the heroes cheeks as he looked away, he wasn't the one that got caught looking at someone's crotch but he was the ones who crotch was getting looked at "are you going to give me an answer, or am I just going to have to make my own decision."

The heroes eyes snapped up to the villains and he glared, pulling his arm back all the way and sending it sailing forward "tsk" the villain complained as he grabbed the incoming fist and wrenched it behind the heroes back. A scream escaped the smaller boy as he was stuck facing the debris of the house while his back was facing the villains front "you should learn, I play very dirty" he purred and ran a hand down the heroes spine.

The face of the heroes lord up as he pushed himself flush against the villain, making himself get felt up "we all know what you have chose" his voice dropped into a sultry whisper as he leaned his head back to meet the villains ear "you'd run away like the little bitch that you are" the smile the grew on the heroes was almost as big as the smile that dropped from the villains mouth.

"You sound way to cocky for someone that doesn't have one inside of them yet" the villain chuckled and placed his hands on the heroes shoulders spinning him around until his stomach came in contact with the only desk left in the room, the impact made him lurch forwards giving the villain enough time to hold the hero with one hand against the desk.

"I want to see your pretty face" the villain mused as he pulled the heroes hair back until he got a good view of the boys flustered face "I think you look good with your face red, and your body useless" he laughed darkly and dropped his face down on the desk, smiling as the satisfying smack of them colliding together.

"Pretty pretty pretty" he mused and gripped the heroes dark curly hair in one hand, using it to hold his head against the desk as his lips began to press gently against the heroes neck. He struggled from under him, thrashing his back around only to have the villain cover his body with his own "the only fight you'll have is when my dick is nine inches deep in you" he growled biting into the soft flesh around his neck and listening to the whines and moans that are coming from the heroes throat.

"Quiet, before they Circs figure out that you don't even care about saving their house, you only care about my dick thrusting inside you" the villain whispered moving his hand inside the heroes shirt, letting them rest of his six pack. The moaning stopped but it was replaced with whimpering "you haven't seen anything yet" the villain joked as he lowered his hands "stop" the hero yelped and struggled to stop the villain from reaching that spot.

The grin was replaced with a smirk as he used one hand to hold the heroes hands above his head and the other to trail lower and lower while the hero pleaded with him "please" he begged and pushed into the desk cutting off movement from his stomach to his crotch "now why did you do that" the villain complained and grabbed his waist pulling the heroes ass against his crotch letting him feel the bulge.

"Oh god" the hero replied in shock, and the hand he'd been trying to keep away from grabbing him, shot forwards and pushed inside his pants "hey, no" the hero gave the most lady like squeal as the villain pulled down his pants leaving him standing in boxer shorts and a black shirt "you gotta loose the shirt" the taller one commanded and took a step away to watch the hero strip.

He stood there with his arms uncomfortably at his side while he was being watched "come on, off it goes" the other male says watching in amusement as the heroes hand grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head, he stood there in only his boxers awkwardly standing while the villains gaze looked him up and down giving a nod of approval.

He took a seat on the floor, leaning against a wall and patted his lap "come sit" he announced and watched the heroes eyes almost pop out of their sockets "what did you say" he coughed out, choking on his own saliva "Sit, On, My, Lap" he overemphasized each word, licking his lips as the blood rushed from his cheeks down to his dick that was already making an appearance through his boxers.

"I gotta go" he said suddenly and bolted for the door, which was right next to where the villain was sitting so when the hero ran by him he caught his hand tugged him back and watch as he fell directly into his lap. Grabbing one of his legs the villain brought it to the other side making the hero straddle him.

"I said said sit on my lap, not run away like a scared bitch" the villain joked as he pulled the hero into a hug so he could wrap the rope around his back. Making quick work, he quickly pulled it back and wrapped his all around his torso , and tied it off around his wrist leaving it immobile.

The villain let his hand fall down to the ground, purposely brushing them against the tent that formed in the heroes shorts, he let out a breathy moan and leaned his head back. His mind blank of any else "are you going to be a good little bitch" the villain asked in the heroes ear, smiling ear to ear as a enthusiastic nod came from the boy "be quick so nobody knows what a little whore you are" he teased and pushed the hero to the ground, his stomach touching the cold surface before his arm wrapped around the waist and pulled him up holding him so his hand could wrap around the heroes dick and he could pound into him at the same time.

The villain pulled of his jeans and underpants letting his dick flop out, free of the prison "you've never done this have you" the villain smiled in pure possession before spitting in his hand and rubbing it up and down his shaft, pushing it inside inch by inch.

The first inch that went in, the hero was already a mess. His mouth dropped opened and he was moaning and whining "oh god" he spoke his voice just higher then a whisper and gripped onto his thighs with the room he had left from his restraints.

But the eighth inch the hero let out scream "to much" he begged and shoved his nails into his thigh his body shaking from the penetration "I say when it's too much" the villain said grabbing a hold of the smaller ones cock and squeezing it "you don't."

Tears slipping out of his eyes he moved his ass away to relieve the pressure building inside him, moving slowly so that that the villain wouldn't notice. "Stop moving away from me" he grunted and grabbed ahold of his hips slamming all nine inches inside and shoving a finger in their heroes mouth. The heroes scream turned into a gag snd he dropped his body even more surrendering slightly.

"There you go, let me take control" the villain purred and started stroking the heroes dick up and down moving his hips in and out at the same pace watching as the strong willed male turned into a drooling mess "I'm going to have so much fun".

He pulled out and thrusted in roughly watching the drooling face of the speechless hero turn into one of surprise and his mouth shut, and he gulped his adam apple bobbing up and down.

"I know something else you can swallow" the villain grunted in pleasure speeding up his pace, looking out the blown up entrance watching as the lake moved with the wind "I can't" the hero gasped as he started thrashing around "you can't what" the villain said his tone malicious as he started pumping his hand up snd down the heroes dick, moving faster and faster as his hips rolled his dick inside of the hero.

"No stop" the hero stuttered but felt completely useless "untie me" he demanded only for it to go down the drain with a loud yelp of the villain slapping the inside of his thigh "shush" the villain moaned out and started kissing down the heroes spine sucking snd biting occasionally.

He lifted his head to admire his artwork "so pretty" he grunted and watched as the heroes face contracted and his cum spray all over the floor "that even prettier" he said slamming his cock inside the heroes ass once more and released. When he pulled his cock out he admired the semen and blood that poured out and created a little puddle on the floor.

The villain reached up and undid the only tie that held the hero in place and stood there naked watching as the rope was tore off by the smaller man, he tried to stand up to punch the villain.

When he got to stable feet, they shook and he clench his ass cheeks creating a jolt of pain that was similar to a gunshot "ow" he said and fell forwards, the hands that belonged to the villain catching him and just holding him against his chest.

"Your okay" the villain comforted placing him on the desk to retrieve his clothes, and pulled his boxers up his body leaving the hero naked and shaking. The villain threw his sweater over his body and grabbed the hero from under his legs snd behind his back, hoisting him up snd walking towards what used to be the front door.

"Where are we going" the hero asked lazily, yawning snd curling into the villains chest cutely, his face pressed against his upper chest "my place" he replied and set him in the passenger seat of his car that he hid behind the mansion.

"Speaking of which, what's your name" the villain asked confused.

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 19

Warnings: Smut, a little degradation, dirty talk, a smidge of Daddy kink (Akira literally only says it once), squirting, choking, creampies

“Baby, just go.”

“No.”

“Taehyung.”

“No Kira.”

“Then why did we hike all the way up here if you’re not going to do it?” Akira wondered as she smiled softly at him. After landing in Montego Bay late the night before, the two of them ate dinner before falling asleep for the night. After waking up this morning, Taehyung told Akira after their shower (that they had taken together) that he had planned for them to go zip-lining together. However, once they had hiked up towards the top of the mountain and Taehyung saw how far down it was, he quickly backtracked. 

“Because I thought you’d like it but I also don’t wanna die,” he replied, making Akira laugh at him. “I’m glad that you think all of this is funny.”

“I’m not laughing at you babe, just the irony,” she chuckled. “Who would’ve thought that you would be scared of something like this?”

“I’m just afraid of how high up it is,” he clarified. 

“Come on baby,” she murmured as she stepped closer to him and set both of her hands on his chest, rubbing softly over his t-shirt. “You’ll be perfectly secure, the instructor said so.”

“I know but I’m still nervous.”

“Well, you know that you don’t have to do it if you really don’t want to,” she reminded him. “But it’s also a once in a lifetime type of thing and I think that you won’t regret it if you do it.” Taehyung then nervously nibbled at his lip, thinking over Akira’s words.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” he nodded and Akira smiled widely before taking his hand in hers, leading him over to the station where the many different people who worked at the zip-lining site. The workers then helped the both of them get fitted into the proper equipment, which included a large harness that wrapped around their hips and butts. Once they were done, they walked over to the ledge where the workers were hooking the front of people’s harness to the large hook that was attached to the line that stretched from one side of the mountain to the one on the other side. 

“Ready baby?” Akira asked as she looked up at him, giggling lightly when he just shrugged his shoulders.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

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“So, was I right or was I right?” Akira questioned Taehyung as the two of them walked up to a small restaurant for lunch after their zip-lining experience.

“Ok, I’ll admit, it was fucking amazing,” he admitted, making Akira smile as the two of them sat down at one of the tables that sat outside of the restaurant and making themselves comfortable. It wasn’t long at all until a waiter, who looked like he was born in Jamaica or lived there for a few years based on his accent, came up to their table and gave them a pair of menus before walking away to give them some time to choose.

“See? I told you that you wouldn’t regret it,” Akira smiled as they both opened their menus and browsed their choices. After quickly deciding to get one of the restaurant's specials of jerk chicken, Akira closed her menu and set it on the tabletop before looking over at Taehyung, with her chin resting on her palms.

“You look really fucking hot right now, you know that?” Akira wondered out loud, making Taehyung peer at her from over his menu.

“I’m literally in a t-shirt and shorts,” he chuckled.

“Then that means it should be a crime then,” she pointed out and he just shook his head at her before putting his eyes back on his menu. Their waiter came back a few moments later and took their orders, collecting their menus and walking back inside afterwards.

“So, do you have anything else planned for us tonight?” She asked him.

“Nah, I was kind of banking on us being exhausted from the zip-lining,” he said and Akira nodded in response, suddenly realizing how tired she was now that the adrenaline was wearing off. “So I was thinking we could stay in, maybe get dinner in the hotel or even room service and just kind of chill out for tonight?”

“That sounds good,” she smiled, gently biting her lip afterwards. “I hope that ‘chill out’ includes you making me come.”

“Kira!” Taehyung laughed, looking around to make sure that no one around them heard what she had said. “Could you relax?”

“I can’t,” she whined. “Something about seeing you conquer your fears turned me on, not gonna lie.”

“At least wait until we get back to the hotel room then, you little minx,” he smirked and Akira nodded reluctantly. After waiting for a little while longer, their waiter brought their food back out to them and they started to eat. Akira noticed that Taehyung’s food at his full attention so she decided to play with him a little bit. She let her sandal fall off of her right foot and she made sure that the table cloth was long enough so that it covered the table before she raised her foot, settling it right over Taehyung’s crotch.

“Kira,” Taehyung coughed loudly in surprise at feeling her foot. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she simpered with a shrug, continuing to eat her chicken.

“Baby,” he whispered in a dark tone, which made her look up at him. “Are you trying to play?”

“I don’t know,” she replied evenly, pressing her toes downward so that they put some pressure on the outline of his dick. “You tell me.”

.................................

“I can walk, you know,” Akira giggled as she felt her head sway back and forth, Taehyung’s grip on her thighs and calves just barely keeping her body secure over his shoulder.

“Hush,” was all Taehyung said before leaving a stinging slap to her ass, which made her squeal in surprise. He continued down the hallway, only stopping once he got to their hotel room. He quickly pulled out the key card, unlocking the door and carrying Akira inside before pushing the door shut with his foot. He paced over to the bed and threw Akira down on the bed, making her body literally bounce up and down from the impact.

“So, we’re back in the hotel room,” Akira purred as she sat up on both of her elbows and looked up at Taehyung. “What now?”

“Now,” he murmured softly, reaching down to grab the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He then reached down to his pants, slowly undoing his belt buckle. “We’re gonna play baby.” 

Akira bit her lip as she watched him pull his belt through the loops of his shorts, him letting it drop down to the ground once he was done. Akira sat up completely, reaching down to grab the hem of her own shirt, only to be stopped by the sound of Taehyung’s voice. 

“No.” His deep voice made Akira look up at him, only to see the somewhat neutral expression on his face. “I’ll tell you when to strip, yeah?” He said and Akira nodded immediately.  “Stand up,” he instructed, holding his hand out to her and smiling when she placed her hand in his. He pulled her up and then turned them around before he sat down on the bed, taking her place. 

“Now, strip for me,” he mumbled lowly and Akira wasted no time in reaching for the hem of her shirt but Taehyung’s hands came up to stop them. “Slowly baby.” Akira took ahold of the hem of her shirt, making sure to slowly and gently pull it up and over her head. Once it was off and she threw it off to the side, she touched the button on her jeans before looking down at Taehyung.

“Good girl baby,” he praised her, which made her blush more than she should have. “Go ahead,” he permitted and Akira undid the button on her jeans. She then hooked her thumbs in between the waistband of the jeans and her hips, and slowly pushed them down. 

“Panties too,” Taehyung said and Akira nodded, making sure that she grabbed her panties as well before pulling them all the way down her legs and then pushing them off to the side with her foot. Taehyung stood up then, stepping around her to move and stand behind her. His hands came up and she felt them lightly brush the edge of her bra, and she smiled to herself as she felt him unclasp her bra for her. Once it was done, he pulled it off of her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall to the ground in front of Akira’s feet. 

“My pretty girl,” she heard him murmur in her ear, his hands coming up to settle on her waist. and gently rubbing the skin there.

“Tae,” she whined, letting her head fall back against his shoulder and letting her eyes close as his hands moved around to her front and trailed downwards, his fingertips coming into contact with her clit. 

“Is this ok?” He wondered.

“More than ok,” she scoffed with a laugh.

“No, I mean the whole...telling you what to do thing,” He clarified and Akira’s eyes popped back open.

“I’m more than ok with it Tae, or I would’ve said something,” she nodded. 

“So, if I wanted to be a little...rougher than usual,” he trailed off, pressing harder on her clit.

“Then I’d let you,” she finished for him. 

“Good girl,” he praised, and she felt her heart drum in response. He continued to rub her clit softly for a few seconds, making her keen softly. Suddenly though, she felt his fingers stop touching her and before she could even whine, he had set one of his hands on her back and pushed her back down onto the bed. 

“Tae,” she giggled, a gasp quickly replacing it when he placed both of his hands on her hips and hiked them up so that she was on her knees with her ass in the air. 

“Fuck, look at this ass,” Taehyung muttered as he palmed both of her cheeks in his hands, making Akira groan in pleasure from the feeling of his huge hands on her.

“Please Tae,” she whimpered, shaking her ass in his hands. 

“You’ll get it, stop whining,” he assured her, lifting up his hand and bringing it down on her right cheek. “Let me play with you first though.” Akira just groaned, making him chuckle as he smacked her ass again three times in rapid succession. He then took one of his hand and moved it down, letting his fingertips glide over her slit.

“And look at this,” he smirked. “You’re already so fucking wet for me. Who is it that made you this wet baby?”

“You did,” Akira replied breathily, moaning softly when Taehyung pushed his muddle finger inside of her. 

“And who is that you want to fuck you?”

“You, I want you.”

“How badly?” Akira looked over her shoulder at him, her walls clenching around his finger when she saw that he was already staring down at her. 

“So fucking bad,” She replied. “Please fuck me...Daddy.” She heard Taehyung’s breathing become ragged and his finger slipped out of her. She could hear him pulling down his shorts and underwear and it wasn’t long at all until she felt his pushing the head of his cock inside of her.

“Fuck Tae,” she whimpered, gripping the duvet beneath her as he roughly rocked into her.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, you know that?” He questioned as he spanked her left cheek, thrusting harder into her with every push of his hips.

“There are..worse ways...to...go,” she gasped, her body rocking with every thrust making it hard for her talk. “Holy fucking shit Tae.”

“I’m already perpetually hard when I’m around you and then you go and tease me in public like I’m not capable of fucking you into the sheets,” He growled, making her pussy clench around him as he started to fuck her even harder.

“Tae, please.”

“But that's what you want right?” He grumbled, smacking her ass again. “You want me to fuck you so hard that you can barely think, yeah?”

“T-Tae.”

“Want me to fuck you so hard that you can still feel my dick inside of you for days?” He goaded.

“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna fucking come!” Akira announced loudly, her back arching upwards as she orgasmed.

“That’s it baby,” Taehyung praised her softly when he felt her squirting on him. 

“Oh, oh,” she whimpered, letting her hips roll back on him as she rode out her orgasm.

“Being greedy, baby?” Taehyung teased.

“Can’t help it,” she whined. “Feels so fucking good.”

“I know baby, I know,” he chuckled. Once she had finished and had slumped down against the bed, Taehyung leaned down and pressed open mouthed kisses to her shoulder blades.

“Think you have another for me baby?” He whispered against her skin and she nodded slowly. “Turn over for me then.” He sat up and gently pulled out of her before grabbing her hips and helping her flip onto her back. He held the base of his cock as he pushed into her once again, making her gasp loudly as her legs immediately wrapped themselves around his waist.

“Tae,” she whimpered, digging her nails into his back. “Mm, sensitive.”

“I know, just take it for me baby,” he whispered back, thrusting deep. She turned her head to the side as she let out a string moans and Taehyung leaned down, sucking a hickey into the skin of her neck. 

“Please, please,” she begged, already feeling another orgasm winding itself up in her abdomen. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he loudly groaned, and Akira turned her head back to face him. 

“Me too, me too,” she gasped. “T, Tae,” she whimpered and he pulled back a little so that he could look down at her. “Can you, can you, uh..” she drew up and Taehyung quirked an eyebrow up at her.

“What do you want me to do baby?” He asked her softly.

“Can you uh, put your hand,” she motioned downwards with her chin and it took a few moments until Taehyung understood what it was that she was asking for. He took one of his hands and slowly wrapped it around her neck, cutting off her air flow. Taehyung growled when he felt her walls clench around him even tighter as he choked her, making him chuckle darkly.

“Oh, baby likes getting choked huh?” He teased as he began fucking her harder, making her grab onto the wrist of the hand that was choking her and nod her head rapidly. “You gonna come again baby?”

“Hmm, yes, huh yes,” she gasped out, her back arching again as she squirted. The feeling of her wetness hitting his skin along with the feeling of her walls contracting around him made Taehyung moan loudly as his cum shot into her. Huffing harshly, he let his body fall down on top of Akira’s and she let her hands come up and rest in his hair as they let their breathing return to normal.

“So,” Taehyung spoke up after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at Akira. “Daddy and a choking kink huh?”

“Shut up,” she groaned, pushing at his shoulders to make him roll off of her. She turned her head as she watched him get comfortable next to her before he looked at her.

“How was that play for you then?” He wondered, making him smile and nod.

“Good, really fucking good.”

[wistfulcynic]

Four Christmases: The First

So I know this is a leetle bit early, but since there are four parts to this tale I decided to post the first today so the others can fall on Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Boxing Day. So here it is, Part One of my @cssecretsanta2k18 gift for the lovely @imharryaf. An enemies-to-friends-to-lovers story with some family moments, the tiniest smidge of smut, and of course ice skating. I hope you enjoy it! 

Summary: When Emma Swan first meets Killian Jones at her sister’s Christmas party, she is not impressed. Over the course of the four Christmases they spend in each other’s company, Killian does his best to change her mind. 

Rating: T+ for language and some naughty thoughts. 

Read it on AO3 

The First: 

They say first impressions are important, and Emma had always been a believer in this. It was essential for her job; if the skips weren’t convinced that she was there for a date with them, they’d never fall into her honey trap.

Of course, in her line of work she never spent enough time with anyone for there to be a second or third impression, so the first was pretty much all you got. 

Her first impression of Killian Jones, formed about two hours into Emma’s sister Mary Margaret’s annual Christmas party, was not favourable. Of course she noticed his handsome face with its bright blue eyes and very kissable lips, but at the moment of their meeting those eyes were fixed on the naked breasts of her friend Ruby as the lips descended to latch onto her nipple and suck it hard as Ruby leaned back against the bathroom sink and moaned. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” shouted Emma. 

“Ems!” shrieked Ruby, pushing Killian away and yanking up her dress. 

Killian turned to glare at her, clearly displeased by the interruption. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he growled. “Barging in like this…”

“‘Barging in’? To the bathroom of my own apartment?”

He regarded her more closely, interest sparking in his eyes as he took in her habitual honey-trapping outfit of tight red dress and sky-high heels, her blonde hair in loose curls tumbling down her back. (“It’s— maybe a bit much for a friendly Christmas party?” Mary Margaret had said, but Emma knew that if she were going to survive a whole night with her sister’s very friendly friends then she needed her armour very much intact.) 

“Ah, you must be Swan, then,” said Killian, his blue gaze now fixed on her as though Ruby and the party and the entire rest of the world didn’t exist. 

“Emma Swan, yes.” She resisted the urge to squirm under his intense regard. The accelerated heartbeat and sudden hot flush across her skin she attributed to outrage. She simply wouldn’t allow them to be due to anything else. 

“And do you not knock on bathroom doors here in your apartment, Emma Swan?” he inquired mockingly. 

“I did knock,” hissed Emma, unconsciously moving closer to him. “You clearly didn’t hear me.”

“Well, I was rather occupied, love,” he said with an arrogant smirk that made her blood boil. 

“I am not your love!”  

“No, indeed. Although that could certainly be remedied, should you wish it… Swan.” His smirk turned lascivious as he leaned into her space, his gaze roaming her body. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip and Emma actually shivered, suddenly overcome by images of that tongue and those lips on her skin. 

What is wrong with me?

“You’re disgusting,” she hissed. 

“Bit harsh, love.” 

“Coming on to me in front of your— of the—” she gestured angrily at Ruby, who had been watching the interplay between Emma and Killian with extreme interest.

“Chill, Ems, it was just a bit of fun,” she said, “I took the opportunity to get some hot pirate action, but now that you have completely killed the mood, I’ll be getting back to the party. Maybe another time, Captain.” 

“Aye, love,” replied Killian, his eyes still locked with Emma’s. 

Ruby shook her head and squeezed behind Emma to get to the door, forcing her to take another step closer to Killian, who favoured her with a smile she would have found charming on a man she didn’t loathe. 

“Now then, Swan, care to pick up where she left off?”

“I would rather rip out my own fingernails,” she retorted, the breathiness of her voice revealing the lie of her words. Why couldn’t she breathe?

 He laughed, completely unperturbed. “I’d heard you were a tough lass.”

“Woman.” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“Lass means girl, right? I’m not a girl.” 

The smirk returned. “That you certainly are not,” he purred, his voice dark and velvety and dripping with sinful promise.

There was that shiver again. Emma ground her teeth, struggling to think over the pounding of her heart, barely aware that she was biting her lower lip and shifting on her feet, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to quell the tingling between them. What the hell was happening? There was no way she could be physically attracted to this jerk. 

Killian closed the remaining distance between them, leading with his hips, one thumb tucked under his belt. With the other hand he reached up to grasp a lock of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. 

“So what do you say, Swan…” Maybe, she thought wildly, maybe I could… just this once… “…shall we see just how much of a woman you are?” 

And the spell was broken.

Ugh, he was the worst, and now she was furious. Furious with him for ruining his gorgeous face by being such an asshole, with herself for being prepared to overlook it. How could she ever have even considered letting him touch her?

Quick as a flash, she grabbed his hand from her hair and whipped him around, twisting his arm behind his back, smiling in satisfaction at his grunt of pain. 

“I would not fuck you,” she hissed in his ear, “If you were the last man on earth and the last hope for continuing the human race.” She wrenched his arm higher. "Do you understand?”

“I do,” he replied, through clenched teeth, “You needn’t press the point, Swan.” 

She released him, and he immediately stumbled away from her, wincing as he reached up to massage his shoulder. He turned towards the door, twisting the knob and opening it a few inches before suddenly pausing and closing it again. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

She blinked in surprise. “What?”

He turned to look at her for the first time since she’d released his arm, his expression free of suggestion or innuendo. Instead he looked… ashamed?

“My behaviour just now, it was… uncouth. Bad form. I apologise.” 

“Oh.” She had not been expecting that. “Uh, fine. Thanks. Still not gonna fuck you.” 

The smirk returned, this time merely a wry twist of his mouth, an eyebrow slightly quirked. “I’d never dream of suggesting you would,” he said. “See you around, Emma Swan.” 

And with a small, slightly mocking bow, he was gone. 

She saw him several more times that night, watched him actually, if she was honest, as he chatted and laughed and charmed his way through her friends and acquaintances. She waited for him to slip up, to show them the nasty, leering side of himself she’d seen in the bathroom, but he never did. In fact, they all seemed to love him. 

It really pissed her off. 

“So who is this Killian guy anyway?” she asked Mary Margaret when they went to the kitchen together to get drinks for everyone. 

“Uh, he’s a friend of David’s.” Mary Margaret was distracted, trying to remember all the drink orders. 

“Yeah, but how do they know each other? They seem… kinda different.” 

“They met during David’s year abroad. You remember he studied in London? Killian was there too, I think they met in a pub or something.” 

“Yeah, he seems like the kind of guy to hang out in pubs,” said Emma, wrenching the cap off a bottle of beer with perhaps slightly more force than was strictly required.  

Mary Margaret gave her an odd look. “Killian is definitely a character, but David says he was miserable in London before they met. Killian helped him feel more at home, introduced him to his friends, invited him to parties and stuff. He’s really a nice guy, Emma.” 

Emma snorted. Nice guys didn’t come on to strange women in bathrooms. 

“David’s been trying to get him to Storybrooke for Christmas for years now, but he’s always busy. He has to leave again tomorrow, actually. Something to do with his work.”

“What does he do?” Why was she interested? 

“I don’t know exactly, he works on some kind of ship. Modern piracy, or something, David said.” 

Ruby had called him a pirate too. 

As she helped Mary Margaret carry the drinks, Emma found her attention drawn back to Killian, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa talking to… well, everyone, it seemed. He was telling a story, illustrating it animatedly with his hands —nice hands, she noticed, damn it— obviously coming to the punch line just as she arrived because the entire room burst into laughter. 

Emma gritted her teeth as she handed him a beer. 

“Thank you, Swan,” he said, with a polite smile. She nodded brusquely and turned away. She did not stomp off. She didn’t. 

“So you’ve met Emma then,” said David.

“Aye, though I fear I’ve made rather a poor first impression,” Killian replied. 

“Yeah, that’s not hard to do. Emma can be a bit prickly. She wasn’t my biggest fan at first either.” 

“She’s Mary Margaret’s sister, you say?”

“Half sister, yeah. It’s a sad story. Their dad had a fling with Emma’s mom right after Mary Margaret’s mom died. When Emma’s mom found out she was pregnant, she freaked out and ran away. Their dad tried to find her, but she’d completely disappeared. Emma was found abandoned on the side of a road when she was less than a day old, and no one ever saw her mother again. She got swallowed up by the system then, spent years in foster care before their dad finally tracked her down.”

“Bloody hell.”

“You said it.” 

Killian watched as Emma distributed drinks to the rest of the guests. Although she wasn’t unfriendly, her body language was decidedly closed off and unwelcoming, a clear warning to anyone who might try to get too close. Yet she couldn’t quite hide the yearning in her eyes as she watched the easy way the others interacted. She wanted affection, he realised, longed for intimacy, she just couldn’t open herself up to it, couldn’t bring herself to let anyone in.  

Fascinating. 

He wished he could tell her that he understood, that he’d also been abandoned by a parent, and that after his brother’s death followed closely by his girlfriend’s he’d closed himself off from people too. It was hard to let anyone in when your only experiences with intimacy had ended in loss and betrayal, no one understood that better than he. Unfortunately, he feared he’d destroyed any chance to connect with her before he’d even really known he wanted to. 

Killian kicked himself mentally for what must be the hundredth time in the past hour for having been such a boor in the bathroom. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking. 

Although no, that wasn’t quite true. The problem was that he hadn’t been thinking. At least, he hadn’t been thinking with his brain. With his body already worked up by his dalliance with Ruby and his wits dulled by alcohol he had simply not been prepared for Emma, for the sharp green eyes that had pierced clear to his soul even as her soft gold hair had begged for his fingers to sink into it and pull her mouth to his. Immediately Ruby and the party and the fact that they were in the bloody bathroom had flown right out of his head, leaving only Emma and the hitch in her breath that he could feel on his cheek, the way her eyes had darkened as she bit a bright pink hue into her lower lip completely overwhelming his common sense and all his filters. 

Oh, and he was a complete arse. That hadn’t helped matters either. 

If only he didn’t have to leave early the next morning, he thought in frustration. Given enough time, he might be able to salvage the situation —salvaging wrecks was his job, after all— but instead her negative opinion of him would only solidify in his absence, and she’d probably spend the rest of her life thinking he was a creepy jerk. 

He had no idea why this troubled him so much. All he knew was that he’d never felt so drawn to a woman before; even beyond the sexual attraction he sensed a kindred spirit in her and he couldn’t bear the idea of her despising him. Even if they never saw each other again. 

He managed to speak to her once more, as he was leaving the party. She had fetched his coat for him (at Mary Margaret’s request and clearly under protest, he couldn’t help noticing), and he allowed his fingers to brush hers, lightly, as he took it from her. 

Her sharp intake of breath and the way she snatched her hand away was balm to his soul. Whatever else, she wasn’t indifferent to him. 

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow,” she blurted out, as he was shrugging the coat on. 

“Aye. I have to get back to work.” 

“On Christmas Eve?” 

“Much of my work is… time sensitive. And I’ve no family anymore, so there’s not much point in taking the time off when I’d just be spending it alone.” 

He had no idea why he’d told her that. 

Perhaps he just wanted her to know that he too knew what it felt like to have no one. 

Understanding and a hint of sympathy flashed across her face. “You could spend it with David,” she said, in a friendlier tone. “The holidays, I mean. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” 

“Aye, so he keeps telling me. But I don’t wish to impose.” He hesitated a moment before adding “Perhaps next year.” He zipped up his coat and slung his satchel over his shoulder, then turned and smiled at her, offering his hand. To his surprise, she took it. 

On impulse, he lifted hers to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard, licking her lips as she did, and Killian cursed the gods and the fates, and his own idiot self for ruining whatever chances he might otherwise have had with this woman. 

“Happy Christmas, Emma Swan,” he said.

[silentwhispofhope]

Empyreal Adventures (Ezra x Reader) Part 4

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Gingerly, you picked up the food given to you by one of the rebels. Your (h/c) eyebrows furrowed at the supposed fruit in your hands. It's appearance was that of a tiny, purple watermelon. The white staggering lines almost gave off a glow. Feeling something cuddle up to you on your foot, you noticed Moirai glancing up at you. Their eyes ogled the fruit. You looked back to the boy in front of you.

"Are you sure this is okay to eat?" You asked Ezra. His expression dropped into a look of surprise.

"Do they not have these on Earth?!" He exclaimed. In response, you shook your head. "You all are missing out on so much!"

Looking back at the purple fruit in your hands, you hesitantly raised it to you mouth. You took a bite, and the flavor immediately flooded into your mouth. Quickly swallowing what you ate, you let a strong cough. Your sudden action caused the loth cat to jump and fall onto its back. Moirai scrambled behind the black haired boy.

"Oh my god! Why is it so sweet?!" You yelled between coughs. Ezra let out a snicker. "Is thing on sugar steroids?"

Suddenly, a shadow fell onto you. Tilting you head backwards, you saw a girl with short ombré hair. You immediately recognized her as Sabine. Quickly, you put on a look of fake confusion.

"Um... hello?" You questioned. Glancing back at Ezra, you raised your eyebrows to signal him to tell you who the girl was.

"That's Sabine. She's the Ghost's ammunition specialist." He replied.

You got off the crate you were using as a seat and set the jogan fruit down. Holding out your non-injured hand to the Mandalorian, you waited for her to shake it. However, you were met with nothing. The aura surrounding her made you dread what may be coming. The smile on your face quickly dropped.

"Let's make one thing clear. I don't trust you. Someone like you shouldn't be able to appear and claim about being from a planet that has never existed," Sabine stated sternly while pushing her index finger into your injured shoulder.

Shock and confusion was expressed on your face. Before she could walk away, you grabbed onto her shoulder. "What do you mean my planet doesn't exist? I was literally on it a couple of days ago!"

"I mean there are no records of any planet called Earth existing," she explained harshly. Sabine harshly pushed past you, giving your injured shoulder a hard shove. Moirai let out a loud hiss which you responded with a disapproving frown. They immediately quieted. Thank god you couldn't feel anything due to the shot you received from the amiable nurse. You turned to Ezra to see he also had a shocked expression.

"I'm so sorry. Sabine has never acted like that before!" He exclaimed. "I'll go see what's up with her."

Before Ezra could get up to move, you grabbed his jacket. In result, he stopped. Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you handed it to him.  Maybe you could gain her trust this way.

"Wait. Give her this. Tell her the password is 596230."

Ezra immediately recognized the device. Quickly nodding, he ran after the angry Mandalorian. You watched him as dust kicked up from underneath him. Turning your head back to the sight in front of you, you let out a sigh. A (H/C) strand of hair fell onto your face. You quickly fixed it back behind your eye. Grabbing the jogan fruit, you took a final bite into it. Ignoring the sweetness, you walked outside of the main base camp with the brown loth cat on your heals.

Was what she said true? Of course it was! It's Sabine we're talking about. She only lies when she needs to, but what does this mean? Is it possible for multiple dimensions to exist or has your planet just been so isolated that no one has noticed it? Never mind. That would be impossible with the people living there. Say you were in another dimension. How would you even get here? Most importantly, was there a way to get back? Would you ever be able to see your family again. You never even got to say goodbye.

You rubbed your forehead with you thumbs. You could feel a headache brewing and tears ready to spill. Sitting down with a plop, Moirai climbed into your lap letting out a small meow. As if they sensed your stress, they lifted their head. They began to rub their head under your chin and purred. Closing your eyes, you listened to the sound. What you needed was a moment of peace. Occasionally, you could feel their whiskers hit your skin. Moirai's purring eventually stopped with the fall of only several tears. The two of you were sitting in peace.

Opening one eye, you looked below you to see the creature slowly falling asleep. Whispering a quick thank you, you wrapped your good arm around them. Looking around, no one would have guessed this planet was part of an intergalactic war. The tall grass would wriggle in the wind. Everything seemed peaceful, but you knew that as you got closer to the cities, it would get more chaotic. A sudden cough disrupted your thoughts. Turning around, you saw Ezra and Sabine standing several feet away. With your sudden movement, Moirai woke. Quickly noticing who you were looking at, the loth cat jumped out of your lap hissing. Jumping onto your feet, you tried to quiet Moirai.

"Sorry! They've never acted like this before!" You exclaimed, swooping the animal up in your good arm. Immediately, Moirai silenced. The loth cat had the most proud look on their face. Rolling your eyes, you gently set them down.  Giving them a shooting motion, the creature hesitantly crawled away from you to join their friends, where ever they may be. You glanced back at the duo, to see Ezra elbow Sabine in the side.

"Let's just get this over with," she sighed.

You could sense a hint of annoyance. However, you couldn't tell if it was aimed at yourself or Ezra. The Mandalorian took one of her blasters from her leather holster, and tossed it towards you. Her sudden action surprised you. Fumbling with your hands, you quickly caught it.

"Ezra, you're up," Sabine stated.

You gave the black haired boy a questioning look only for him to ignore you.  He shuffled past you. Vibrations erupted from the ground causing you to almost forget about the blaster in your (S/C) hands. A small cluster of orange rocks floated up into the sky. Your eyes widen in surprise. Seeing the force performed in movies and tv shows was one thing, but seeing it in real life was amazing! You couldn't help but awe in admiration. Suddenly, a tan hand appeared in front of your face and snapped.  You took a step back in surprise.

"Stop gawking. I need you to pay attention for this," Sabine sternly told you. Slowly, you nodded your head in response. She pulled the pairing blaster out of her other holster.

"This is a WESTAR-35 blaster pistol. It has a high accuracy when it comes to shooting, making it perfect for any one. It has a built in flash suppressor, so it is suitable for nighttime use," Sabine stated. Lifting her weapon with one hand, she quickly shot at several of the floating rocks with perfect accuracy. You could feel an invisible bead of sweat drip down your forehead. Remind to self: don't get on Sabine's bad side. She turned towards you, her face neutral. "Your turn."

Your face dropped. Seriously?! Just like that? Glancing between the blaster in your hands and Sabine, you could hear a sigh come from here. Glimpses of fear were evident on your face.

"Come here."

Her voice was a smidge softer than before. After shuffling towards the Mandalorian, she set her hands on the blue blaster. Sabine quickly set your non-injured hand in position to hold it. You felt as stiff as a board that was dropped into a pit of concrete. You could clearly hear your heartbeat. Sabine quickly took notice and took her hands off yours. Lowering the weapon, she set her hands onto your shoulders. You glanced back up her with nervous (E/C) orbs.

"You need to relax if you're going to be shoot. With what's happening, you have to be ready at any moment."

You barely heard the last part, and gave a timid nod. Sabine stared at you for a moment before continuing her demonstration and pointing at various parts of the weapon. Occasionally, you would give the warrior nods to show her you were paying attention.

"These parts right here are the rear and front sight. It helps you aim, and finally is the trigger. I'm sure you already know what that does," Sabine paused for a minute. You glanced up to see her looking at something out of the corner of her eye. "Ezra, can you stop that?!"

Turning your head, you could clearly see the Jedi juggling the rocks with the force. You let out a small snort of laughter. When Sabine threatened to come over to him, he immediately stopped. The rocks stopped moving and returned to their original places in the sky.

"As I was saying... That's all you should need to know," she stated.

Nodding your head, you shakily raised the blaster up. Taking a deep breath, you attempted slow your heart. Key word: attempted. Closing one eye, you looked through the rear sight and lined it up with the front.

"Relax."

With that word said, you loosened your shoulders and pressed the trigger. A loud piercing scream rocketed through the air. Instinctively, you flinched. You watched as the laser soared through the sky only for it miss a floating rock. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you lowered the weapon.

"Hey, it's only normal for that to happen on your first go. Try again," Sabine stated.

Giving a small ok in response, you lifted the weapon once more. You repeated the same steps. When you were about to pull the silver trigger, a voice shouted from across the plains.

"You can do it, (Y/N)!" Ezra yelled. His sudden actions caught you by surprise, causing you to fire the blaster away from your target.

"Dude!" You screeched back.

What felt like hours later, was really one hour. The three of you had decided that was enough weapon training. Well, it was more like you. Your arm was getting tired from having to stay lifted for such an extended amount of time. No doubt it was going to be sore tomorrow. At some point, Moirai appeared. As you all got closer to the base, Sabine got farther away from you and Ezra. A sudden cough from the boy caught your attention.

"You did well today, (Y/N)," he suddenly stated. A surprise look graced your face.

"Um... thanks? I don't think I did that well to be honest. I barely hit any of the stupid rocks," You paused, looking back him. "Wait a minute. Are you trying to flirt with me?"

Ezra quickly responded. "What?! No! Of course not! I've only know for a couple of days!"

Remembering the first time he met Sabine, you couldn't be sure. The boy was one hell of a mess around her. Letting out an uh huh, you two continued to talk.

"Anyways, Sabine helping me learn how to use a blaster that was your idea. Wasn't it?" You asked.

[tngrayson]

Christmas With An Angel

A/N: Written for Kari and Ida’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes . Thanks for hosting this, Ladies!

I’ve never written or read Balthazar, but I really wanted to give him a shot. I hope I’ve done him justice. Feedback is always welcome. Major thanks to @sillesworldofwriting for beta-ing and letting me bounce some ideas off her. 

Pairing/Characters: Balthazar x Reader

Genre/Warning: mostly fluff, a smidge of angst

Word Count: 1050

Today’s Prompt:  December 15th, Fireplace

Summary: Balthazar’s got a Christmas surprise for you

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You stirred in your bed, your body’s natural clock waking you. Balthazar’s arms were wrapped securely around you. You buried your face in his neck, scooting impossibly closer to him. You two had had a long night that spilled over into your morning, on top of that, it had just been a lazy day. “Good morning,” you yawned. Your voice mostly muffled by your position. When Balthazar didn’t respond, you lifted your head, gently pressing your lips to his before tilting up and pecking his nose and cheek. He stretched out, lying on his back, but he hadn’t done much more.

You smiled, unable to help yourself as you climbed to straddle him, placing your hands on his chest and leaning down so your lips barely brushed against the shell of his ear. “Balthazar,” your voice was a soft, sweet whisper, “wake up.”

His arms came up and his hands slid up and down your back as you sat up. “You know, it’s evening now,” he began before opening his bright blue eyes, “and I’m always awake.” You shot a glance out the window, the sky was growing dark. You really had slept the day away.

“Well then,” you started, bringing your attention back to him, walking your fingers up his chest and touching your finger to the tip of his nose, “why do you hold me every night and pretend to be asleep?”

He grabbed your hands in his, kissing your palms before lacing your fingers together. He took a thoughtful breath. “Because I know how much joy it brings you to wake me every morning.”

“You spoil me, angel.”

“I really do,” he hummed, looking up at you, his eyes full of adoration.

You went through a similar routine with Balthazar every morning and neither of you ever grew tired of it. You hopped off him, standing on your toes and stretching your arms above your head. “So, I was thinking,” you trailed off, walking away from him and down the stairs into the kitchen of the loft you shared.

Opening the fridge, you moved some things around until you reached the eggnog. As you closed the door and turned around, you could faintly hear the sound of wings fluttering. Balthazar stood on the other side of the island. “No,” he said firmly, pushing an empty glass towards you as he sipped rum from his own glass. You poured the eggnog in and returned the carton to the refrigerator. “But I haven’t even asked yet,” you purred, tilting your head down and looking at him through your lashes.

Balthazar turned, avoiding your gaze. He may have had little tolerance for humans in general, but he’d always had a hard time resisting you. Every day for the past week, you had been trying to convince him to celebrate Christmas with you. You didn’t want anything big or extravagant, just to acknowledge the holiday and to have a nice time with him. “Please?” you begged again, a playful pout covering your features as you caught up to him, pulling him into the living area.

“No.”

“But tomorrow’s Christmas.”

“That’s exactly it, Darling,” he started, “you know I detest the holiday.” You both sank down on the couch before he spoke again. “I just don’t get the purpose of it all. Why would an angel celebrate Christmas with a human?” For a split second, he saw hurt flash in your eyes. “With anyone,” he amended.  

“Because it’s important to me.” Your voice was small and you cast your head down, biting your lip. Balthazar didn’t have anything else to say, but he touched your chin, prompting you to look at him as he gave you an apologetic look. His eyes saying ‘no’ one final time. Your shoulders sank, realization setting in that he wasn’t going to budge on this one. “Could we at least watch something Christmasy?” you bargained. He agreed, and a few minutes later, you were in his arms on the couch watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

The movie had been long, and though you loved it, you always fell asleep on it.

When you woke again, you felt much warmer than you’d expected to be. You were lying on the couch with a blanket covering your body. You sat up and were taken aback by the scene in front of you. The fireplace that you never used was roaring and garland and Poinsettias framed the whole thing. There was even a giant wreath above the fireplace and new, more festive, curtains hanging from the tall windows.  There were more flowers and candles everywhere, giving the room a warm, romantic feel. Next to the fireplace stood a massive Christmas tree, decorated from top to bottom with lights and beautiful ornaments.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you covered your mouth, fighting back the flood of emotions that threatened to burst out. You stood, looking around for Balthazar. You found him in the kitchen wearing an apron that read “we whisk you a merry Christmas.” He was leaned over the counter, his head buried in a holiday cookbook. You were about to speak when you noticed the little cake on the counter. “You made little strawberry Santas?!” you practically squealed, startling him.

“Y/N. Sweetheart,” he paused looking for the right words, “I hope this is-“

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him fervently and before you knew it, the tears you were holding back finally fell. “This is perfect!” you praised. He let out the breath that he’d been holding since he noticed you in the kitchen. “It isn’t too much?” he asked, wiping away your tears.

You giggled, “It’s way too much,” you smiled. “But I love it!” You hugged him.

“I need to apologize for what I said earlier,” he started.

“I think you’ve got it all covered.”

He pulled back, placing his hands on your hips. “You know I adore you, don’t you?” he placed a hand against your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “And I don’t think any less of you for being human.”

Balthazar had never told you that he loved you, not with words at least. But his actions, on days like today when he’d strayed so far from his natural comforts just to make you smile, said everything that he hadn’t.

“I love you too,” you said back.

He let out a short laugh and kissed your forehead. “Merry Christmas, Love.”

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Amelia pt. 1

I had an idea that won’t go away until I wrote it. Molly was a camgirl and Sherlock finds out. Please be aware that this is a little on the saucy side (so much smut) so Mature readers only. 

Molly was voluntold yet again by the great Sherlock Holmes to be his partner against crime. Thus, she was stuck taking notes as the latter listened to his client’s demands. It was something she enjoyed on occasion. Spending the day with Sherlock makes her happy though he tends to be a smidge overbearing. However, her adoration for the man never waned even as he shredded the last of her patience. 

She went back to doodling on her notepad. Sherlock sat imperiously on his chair and bristled with boredom. Molly can already tell that he solved the problem a few minutes ago. However, both individuals could not get a word edgewise with the blubbering man in their midst. Only when the client paused for a breath of air did Sherlock intervened. 

Naturally, the client was amazed at Sherlock’s expeditious wit. And of course, Sherlock’s already inflated ego ballooned in size with his praise. She did nothing but roll her eyes as discreetly as she can.

As she turned away, wayward strands of her hair obscured her face. She gently tucked her hair behind her ear when the man started with an exclamation.

“I knew I recognized you! You’re Amelia! The girl in the videos.” 

Molly felt her insides run cold. She instantly laughed awkwardly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But you really look like her. And I would know. I used to-well, never mind,” the man said as his cheeks colored. He did give her a leer as he took in Molly’s brightly colored jumper and conventional jeans. The man shook his head, profusely apologized and left in a haste.

Sherlock gazed at her intensely. “Amelia?”

Molly shrugged, “I have no idea.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit and grunted for the next client.

She took a small breath of relief. Unbeknownst to her, Sherlock’s suspicion and curiosity will bring her darkest secret to light.

It was a few days later after he last enlisted Molly as John’s replacement for the day. He meticulously arranged more time with his pathologist than normal. His burgeoning sentiment for her no longer something he can push aside. However, he’s still deliberating on how to broach the subject with her. While he did so, he was waylaid by an exciting level nine case that took his mind off her and the small odd interaction with Molly and a client. Molly’s reaction to the man’s inquiry proved that she is said Amelia. But it did not give any explanation about her abrupt denial. Upon clearing his mind palace of unnecessary clutter, he stumbled upon the mystery of Amelia. It took him several days of digging in the internet before he even got a lead. 

Even more confounding, all leads that he picked up eventually led him in circles. As he delved deeper and deeper into the web, he followed minuscule breadcrumbs of the woman. Finally, after spending two days in the dark net, he found a dedicated server for the most celebrated underground cam videos from the early 90′s. 

There was only one surviving video from the said woman. Apparently, there was a purge from the original server after several videos of underage females circulated. All that was left of Amelia’s legacy was a ten minute long video. 

As soon as he clicked on the video, he was shocked to see a younger Molly clad in a revealing nightie. She stared at the camera with her big, brown eyes whilst wearing a sensuous grin. There was something incredibly seductive about her expression. A mischievous seductress, if you will. She bit the bottom half of her lip and diverted her vision toward the left hand side of the screen. Molly giggled as she read a comment about her nightie out loud. 

“You want me to take it off?” She giggled again. “It’s going to cost you.”

There was a ringing sound that signaled a form of payment. 

Molly’s grin grew as she studiously stood up and removed the article of clothing. It revealed her perky breasts that swayed with her movement. Her rosy nipples crowning the mounds that Sherlock once ridiculed. Boy, was he wrong. He unconsciously licked his lips. 

“Do you like what you see?” 

Sherlock nodded slowly. 

Molly ran her hand across her right breast and gave her nipple a gentle squeeze. She gave a low breathy moan. 

Beads of perspiration coated Sherlock’s forehead.

Molly grasped her other nipple and gave it a much harder squeeze. She made a show of squirming her hips. Another round of ringing was heard. 

“Mmmm, baby... you’re making me wet. Would you like to see?”

Sherlock could not help but utter a resounding, “Yes!”

A stretch of ringing echoed before Molly stood up. She turned around and jutted her bum. And what a beautiful bum it was. Plump with a tiny scrap of cotton obscuring her nether regions. She wiggled her butt and Sherlock was left following the movement. There was a significant tightness in his pants that he refused to acknowledge. 

With deliberate slowness, Molly shed off her cotton panties. Her bare cunt left open for the paying perverts to see. Ironically, as he would think of this much later, he’s one of said perverts. But all that didn’t matter to him at the moment. Molly turned around and sat down on the bed, legs askew.  

“Do you see how wet you make me, baby?” she purred. A bout of ringing invaded the silence. 

“More?” she teased. She held up two fingers and licked it. It was maddeningly sexual the way she licked her fingers. Then, she proceeded to touch herself. Her hips twitched every time the fingers touched her clit. She moaned out loud, eyes closed and very much in the throes of sexual pleasure. 

If ever there was an image that will be seared in Sherlock’s mind, he willed it to be this. 

Another round of ringing interrupted her. Molly wore another saucy grin and pulled a dildo from her dresser. She gave it a good cleaning with wipes conveniently stored next to it. 

“I want more. So much teasing and I’m already so close.” Like her with her fingers, her mouth gave the same attention to the dildo. She made a show of sucking the shaft and licking the head of the toy. 

it was now Sherlock’s turn to groan. He can just imagine his own shaft in lieu of the toy.

When she deemed it appropriately lubricated the dildo, she maneuvered herself so that the camera captured the toy and her wet heat. She waited for a beat. 

“Would you like to see me get off?”

A vigorous round of ringing can be heard. If Sherlock was being honest with himself, he would not hesitate paying all the money he had just to see Molly and her sex toy for even a measly minute. 

“Oh goddd...fuck!” Molly bellowed as the toy entered her sex. She slowly moved the dildo up and down, setting a comfortable pace whilst making sure it was hitting her g-spot. She interchanged moaning with a litany of curses as she chased her climax. Her licked her other hand and rubbed her clit. 

She was a picture of wild, wanton sex. And it drove him into lust-addled frenzy.

Sherlock released his hardened cock from the restriction of his pants. He caressed himself, mimicking the movement of her toy. Her loud groans egged him on. He was on the edge already. And judging by the curl of her toes, so was she. 

She increased her pace and jammed the toy harder into her sex. Her legs started shaking and her eyes curled upwards. She came with a shout, her juices squirting from her sex. He followed almost instantly. He came with a shudder and a loud groan. 

Molly, in the middle of climax, is by far, the most erotic thing Sherlock had ever envisioned. 

She pulled out the toy from herself and languidly stood up. Her legs were still shaky but she moved closer to the computer. She gave the viewers a bright smile, reminiscent of the ones she reserve for Sherlock.

“This is Amelia signing off. See you next time.” She let out a cute wink and the video ended. 

Sherlock is now at a loss. In a day, he found out that the girl he may or may not (mostly leaning toward the former) be in love with harbored a secret past and he now has a newly-discovered fetish. One thing is for certain though.

He will make sure that Molly becomes his. 

You guys... this is my first time writing smut. Let me know okay. Too much? Needs more? Please please, let me know. 

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Sweet Revenge Ch.5

We have reached the end. Thank you to those 3 that have shown this fic love. This is for @whispersandwhiskerburn Much Ado About Nothing Challenge. Refer to the master post for more information. Prompt: Vengeful Spirits, The Veil, Vessel Quote: “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?” in bold Word Count: 3356 - this is a long one, but so worth it. bias Warnings: domestic violence, angst, Supernatural References, Canon, Original Characters, my handwriting, trauma, torture, a smidge of fluff. Summary: John follows his new formed hunter’s instincts to his first solo case. But this one hits close to home and has him questioning whether what he’s doing is right, for him, his boys and for Mary’s memory. A/N: Italics below the cut are from Hazel’s POV.

Catch Up here: Chapter 4 “Well… thanks.” John finally said, opening the driver’s side door and sliding into the bucket seat. He started the car and revved, almost missing Bobby’s call of “Call me if you need anything.” before taking off.

Date: 29 May 84

“Fucken. Stop!” Joel’s voice broke with how loud he screamed. “Did you fucken stop?” She questioned, mimicking his tone, “Did you ever stop when I begged you to?” Hazel pinched the hollows of his cheeks, making his teeth seperate and his mouth stay open. “Hazel?” He murmured around her fingers, unbelieving. Hazel smiled, her mouth twisting into a devilish snarl. “He finally gets it! Well done, you slow, ignorant, fuck.” She drawled, throwing the curses he’d once directed at her, back at him. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to…” He pleaded, but his words were mumbled as she kept her hold on his cheeks. She fixed the pliers around his front upper tooth. So much easier than a moler, no idea why they’d do that in movies. And she’d read in a dentist’s office once; there were more nerves in the front teeth than in the back. She yanked down hard, with all her vessel’s might. It popped free, Joel’s head lolled forward, his muted scream stopping as he fainted. “Wake up, Joel. I’m not done with you.” Hazel demanded, slapping him across the face, hard.

“Is it possible to get the adjoining room?” John asked the woman behind the front desk. “You number thirdy-fi?” She asked, her drawl more evident with lack of sleep. “Yeah. Checking out tomorrow?” John watched as the woman slowly looked at the keys in the pigeon holes behind her. He could see 36 quite clearly and wished he’d just grabbed the key instead of ringing the bell. “Okay. Here.” She fished the key off the hook and placed it on the counter. “I’ll just put a note… right…” She was still muttering to herself when John walked out, keen to make sure his boys were all set in the room.

Date: 31 September 84

“Into bed, Dean.” John said as he came out of the bathroom after splashing his face with cold water. “I’m not tired.” Dean said through a yawn. “If you get into bed, now, you can watch a cartoon for ten minutes.” John bargained, snatching up the remote as Dean clambered into the bed next to the sleeping toddler. John snorted a laugh and flicked the TV on and plugged in the channel for kids cartoons. “Scooby Doo,” Dean chanted quietly. John tossed the remote onto the bed, but caught the kids eye. “It goes off at the end of the episode.” John warned, giving his son a stern look. Dean nodded once, his eyes darting back to the screen before his head had fully turned. John sat in the chair at the motel table and took a sip of a beer Dean must’ve set on the table when John was in the office or bathroom. He sighed and put down the bottle, dragging the journal across the table toward him. John glanced back at his son before opening the book, making sure the six-year-old wasn’t watching him. He opened it to a random page…

Date: 6 December 84 

John found it hard to swallow as he flipped to another page.

Joel screamed, loud, piercing, slicing through the silence of the night. Much like she was slicing through his skin. Hazel couldn’t help the smile that peeled her lips back from her teeth. Well, the vessel’s lips and teeth. It was incredible, the thrill and excitement came from making someone feel what she felt. The power she now had over him. It was exhilarating. She dragged the curved cheese knife along the underside of his collarbone. “Why are you doing this to me?” He gargled, the blood still oozing from his gums. He had a faint lisp that Hazel found slightly funny. But that chuckle turned evil as Joel stared on in horror. The ghost was reminded of a time when the rolls were reversed and her laugh cut off. “Really? You have no idead? None?” She asked, now curious. He began to shake his head no, but the slight vessel’s hand caught his jaw between thumb and forefinger, moving his head in the form of a nod. “You didn’t think killing me AND OUR UN. BORN. BABY, would have consequences?” Though the small vessel had needed breaks between, growing weary quickly, she had long nails, and that was an attractive asset to Hazel. Joel had never liked long nails, rather, he’d never let Hazel grow them long. Her grip tightened on his face, the nails, that hadn’t broken, digging into his flesh, close to gouging it. The tall man was reduced to a small, trembling, speechless, mess. At least Hazel assumed it wasn’t because he was too scared to say anything!

Date: 18 February 85

John flipped a few more pages, looking for a date closer to summer. His eyes bugged as they took in one, specific, word. This changed everything. 

Date: 13 April 85 

John’s heart sped up, his mind whirring, the hair at the back of his neck standing up as his skin goose-pimpled. He looked at Dean, eyes firmly glued to the TV. Sammy was asleep in the bed, his bottom lip turned down in a sleepy pout. John’s stomach flipped and spun, bile rising in his throat. Hazel was pregnant when Joel murdered her. If anyone were to touch his kids-- John’s nostrils flared and his teeth were clenched so tight they should’ve shattered. He was on the last page…

Date: 20 April 85

He pushed back from the table and turned off the TV. Dean knew better than to argue when his Dad looked like that. The little Winchester huddled down in the covers, curling closer to Sam, watching as his Dad disappeared through to the adjoining room and checking on his brother when the door slammed.

“You didn’t think taking me away from my mother and friends would come back to bite you? Didn’t think controlling my life would impact you after I was gone? Didn’t think abusing me for two long years would come back to --” Hazel broke into a fit of laughter, finally forcing the words out between hysterical gasps, “Haunt you?” She peeled off into silent shakes, laughter taking over her body. “Oh yes, Joel. Things get a bit easier to see after you’re dead. You never loved me! You used me! And then you killed me...and my baby.” Hazel gained her composure, and straightened her vessel’s white dress. She thought it fitting; after all, Hazel never got to wear her white dress. She stared at him, the tears rolling over his cheeks, the ugly sobs, and the look on his stupid face. He looked like he couldn’t believe Hazel had come back for him. He was infuriating her; she had no choice. Hazel reacted before thinking, lashing out with the knife she was holding. Slicing below that double-chin she never saw while alive. His sobs quickly stopped, the tears ceased, his expression turned from fake surprise to real shock as realization set in. The warm, red, liquid poured down his neck, spurting when he tried to swallow. At that moment, as Hazel was enjoying her small victory, even if it had ended too quickly, she felt a warmth, a vibration, spread through the body she was wearing, like she was being shaken free from the confines of the vessel. She slipped out of the young woman, away from the satisfying scene and appeared in a much duller one. A motel room. Very similar to the last she was summoned to.

“John Winchester!” Hazel greeted, her tone could easily be mistaken for psychotic, but what did she care? She’d gotten it all, exactly what she wanted. “You don’t want to put him behind bars. Do you?” John asked, cutting straight to the point. “You read my diary, then?” Hazel grinned, still happy that she had gotten the time she needed. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why let me read it?” John blurted. Hazel stalked towards him, or floated, he wasn’t sure. She wanted to make him feel her pain, see it, live it, then feel the satisfaction of killing Joel. Even if it was rushed. But the salt ring around him kept her away. “You didn’t answer me before, John, when I asked if you had ever wanted revenge.” She started, assessing the kind of man she was speaking to. The tightening in his jaw and the way his eyes darted to the ceiling and back, gave her the answer she was looking for. She nodded, her smile widening into something truly scary. “Revenge should be savored.” She purred. John ground his teeth together, his eyes darkening with anger, his fingers curling into his hands. She was sick. “Release me from my summons-- Joel wasn’t the only one who saw what was happening to me. Others need to pay too.” Hazel said after a minute’s thought, hoping he’d comply. “I can’t do that.” John answered, his voice hoarse as it slipped past his tight lips. “Then what can you do?” Hazel’s own tone darkened, the lights beginning to flicker when John picked up her book from the table next to him. “No!” She shrieked as he produced a lighter from his pocket. But both turned their attention to the door as it squeaked open. Both frozen until Dean slipped through the crack he’d created. “Dad?” He muttered, looking between John and the ghost across the room. “Dean! No!” John called, forgetting the journal as he reached for his son, dropping the diary outside the protective circle. But it was too late. The spirit had disappeared and Dean had stiffened, finally straightening and staring directly at John. Those green eyes had always reminded him of Mary, but now they didn’t belong to either member of his family. “Why do you get to seek revenge and not me, John Winchester?” John stared at his son, the voice didn’t match the little body, “Dean! Fight her!” John barked. “Why do you get a family--children? A home at the end of the day?” Dean’s childish innocence was gone. John’s toes were at the edge of the salt line as every fibre of his being screamed at him to protect his child, run to him, help him, save him. His instincts were holding him in place. Stepping outside the salt-circle wouldn’t be saving Dean, it could possibly open him to more terror. Hazel in possession of John’s body could do so much more damage. “Dad!” Dean’s scream cut off quickly as Hazel fought for control again. “He’s a fighter, John! You should be proud!” Dean’s little voice was fierce as he stared his hunter father down. “Let him go. Please, Hazel! Don’t hurt him.” John begged, his body and mind torn between shaking him her out of his son and staying within the salt circle. “I wouldn’t hurt him, John. I’m not like Joel.” She snarled from beyond Dean’s body. “I would’ve liked to have thought mine was a boy.” She reminisced. John felt sickened by the idea of Hazel thinking of Dean as her own. “Why are you doing this?” John spat. This seemed to make her laugh. The sweet tickle of a laugh that John looked forward to hearing from his six-year-old now haunted him, made his stomach turn. Dean’s eyebrows crept up his forehead when he calmed down from a giggling fit. “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh?” Dean’s fragile frame began to spasm, Hazel seemed to emerge, holding on to his shoulders, her control over the small Winchester still evident as Dean stood stock still in front of the ghost. “If you poison us, do we not die?” She let go with one hand for a dramatic wave at herself, proof of the last question. “And if you wrong us,” Hazel’s voice shook the window panes as John lunged over the salt line, sweeping up the diary. “Do we not revenge?” The lightbulb overhead shattered, her grip on Dean’s shoulder evident in the puncture of his pajama top. John scraped the lighter back and forth over his arm, holding the flame under the book, the one thing that tethered her to this plane. “NO!” Hazel screamed, letting go of the small Winchester as she burst into flames. Dean collapsed forwards, unconscious after being used as a vessel. “Dean!” John yelled, he dropped the spine of the book as it continued to burn. Hazel shrunk and sparked, falling to the linoleum lined floor, sinking through it, down to the depths of hell. John took two long strides and dropped to his knees, pulling his eldest into his lap, feeling for a pulse. His whole body froze as he waited for the sensors in his fingers to tell his brain there was a definite thrum of a beat under his fingertips. John let out the breath he’d been holding and readjusted his hold on Dean, peeling back the material of his top to look at the deep scratch she’d left on Dean’s shoulder. John couldn’t help but feel horrible, knowing he should’ve listened to Bobby. He never should’ve dragged his boys along on this case; now Dean would have a scar. Worse, now John would have to explain everything.

“Dad?” Dean’s voice was weak as he tried to sit up in the bed, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. Dean looked at the sore spot that was now covered with a bandage. “Whoa, buddy, take it easy.” John hushed, sitting on the bed in front of him and helping him into a sitting position. “What happened, Dad?” Dean asked, rubbing his eye with his good hand. John sighed heavily and looked at his hands. How did he break this to a six-year-old? Tell him that the world wasn’t as it seemed, that monsters were real.. He hadn’t even told the kid yet about Santa Clause and the tooth fairy. “Who was she?” Dean asked. John closed his eyes and tried to gather each emotion that was trying to escape via his tear ducts. He took a deep breath. “Dean, there’s something I gotta tell you.” John tried, swallowing the words down, they didn’t sit right, but nothing was going to. A tired smile worked it’s way onto his face momentarily when Dean crawled into the space next to John. “I need to tell you about what I do now, for work.” John tried again, watching his son for any signs of understanding. “You work with Uncle Bobby.” Dean nodded, satisfied that he had the right answer. “Kind of, but not in the car yard.” John explained meekly, wishing he could leave it at that. He realized he was prolonging the inevitable with answers that really didn’t explain much. “With the papers and calls and FBI?” Dean asked, looking up into his father’s brown eyes, waiting for a response. “Yeah, kiddo. But there’s more than, uhh…” John scratched at the back of his neck, wishing he had a whiskey or three to help him through this. “Like what?” Dean asked, his green eyes still trained on the hunter. John glanced down and looked away, blinking. It had taken a year for him to get Dean talking, for him to see something other than Mary when he looked at his son’s face. Now he’d be haunted by the memory of Hazel staring from his son’s eyes-- and Dean would be haunted by the knowledge of the truth. He would never get to be a kid...and John Winchester hated himself for that. “Is it about that girl?” Dean asked, curious now. “Dean, that girl--she was a ghost. You know what that is?” John felt like he did the first time he held his son. He had to be so gentle with this little, delicate boy, but there was no happiness in this moment. No Mary. “Like on Scooby Doo?” Dean asked. John shook his head. “No, buddy. That’s just a cartoon. A real ghost is what some people become when they die, when they can’t move on, when they don’t feel like they’ve done what they were meant to.” John paused to make sure Dean was following. “Is Mom a ghost?” The boy asked after a minute of thinking hard. John choked on the simple question. It broke his heart to hear Dean compare what Hazel was to his own Mother. “No, kiddo, Mom’s…” John wasn’t sure, once upon a time he had believed in fate and heaven and God. But how could he now Mary was gone? When he woke up at night screaming, or when he held his kids and knew they would never know their mother? When he finally knew without a doubt that there was more evil than good in the world? “Is Mom in heaven?” Dean asked, breaking through his father’s thoughts. “Yeah, Dean, she’s in heaven.” John pulled his son’s head into his shoulder, giving him a side hug. John wasn’t sure if it was for Dean’s comfort or his own. “Why was that lady a ghost?” Dean broke the silence after what felt like hours. John let go of his son and shuffled on around on the bed, to face Dean more directly. “There’s something I gotta tell you.” John began again. “About work?” Dean remembered back to the track John was on before. “Yeah, but Dean…” John frowned at this next thought, “We can’t tell Sammy, okay?” He’d hoped to keep both his sons away from this truth for a lot longer, or at least a few more years. But if he had to reveal all to Dean, now, the least he could do was keep Sam away from it for as long as possible. “Why?” Dean asked, John smiled at his six-year-old’s simple question. He was reminded that, for as mature as Dean acted, he was still only so young. He had a lot of growing up to do, and it was about to happen now. “Cause, Dean, what I’m going to tell you, Sammy’s too young to understand. Okay?” John waited for his child’s look of contemplation to fade. Dean then nodded. “Promise?” John asked, Dean quickly opened his mouth, but John interrupted. “Before you do, I want you to really think, carefully. I need you to be a big boy, Dean. I need you to look after Sammy, more than ever before. It’ll be your responsibility to keep him safe, cause he won’t know what’s out there. “I need you to promise me, Dean. That you’ll always protect Sammy, no matter what. Never let him outta your sight. Cause he’s your little brother and he’ll always need you.” John watched and waited as Dean’s brain processed the extent of this promise, the weight settling on his far-too-young shoulders. The serious concentration as he looked at his hands, his vibrant, green, eyes darting to and fro. It was a full two minutes before words actually came out of his chewed lips. “I promise, Dad. You can tell me.” Dean answered, “I’m a big boy,; I’ll look after Sammy,” he added, puffing his chest out proudly. John swallowed down the emotion and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “I know you will, son.” John took a deep breath, looking around the room, hoping there was a manual he’d overlooked that would tell him exactly what to say. Then he caught his reflection in the TV.   “Alright, Dean. You know the monsters on Scooby Doo?” Dean’s brow furrowed as he nodded. “Well, in the real world, there are no men behind those masks…”

“Where am I?” Hazel demanded, looking around the dark room. Struggling against the restraints that held her in place. “What happened?” Her hands and feet were held at angles against an iron slab. “I saw your show upstairs.” Came the sultry hiss from the dark corner, “I was wondering,” The man stepped out of the shadows, “How well you can take what you deliver.” The tall man wheeled the tray on legs closer to her. “Who are you?” Hazel snapped, shaking her restraints again when he picked up a horrific looking implement that had… dried blood? On it. “I’m Alistair.” 

That’s the end... of this part of the story.

If you want more Hazel, jump ahead and check her out in Pure Imagination

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