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Little Duck P2
Media TMR
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating SMUT
After all the work was done and dinner devoured the boys began their fun plans for the evening, lighting up the bonfire, sharing gallys moonshine gars, wrestling in the sand all the usual boy business.
After a while of wondering and chatting, I found myself back where I wanted to be.
“Hi”
“Hi, you okay?” Newt asked
“Sleepy” I whined as I crawled into his lap as he leant against the log
“Sleepy? You've barely done anything all day?”
“I was busy in the garden shed wasn't I?
“I suppose so” he smirked, “comfy?”
“Very comfy” I smiled
“Good, cosy little duck” he cooed giving my cheek a secret kiss “How quiet do you think you can be?” he whispered
“Why?” I asked
“No reason” he smirked slipping his hand under my shorts as secretly as possible he wasted no time moving his fingers to stroke my clit and slip inside me two fingers moving in and out mercilessly while his thumb rubbed clockwise circles on my clit I did my best not to moan secretly opening my legs a little wider for him and leaning my head against his shoulder
"Uhh" I gasped feeling a jolt of pleasure rush through me
“Nice and quiet little duck, else all the boys will come over wanting to watch you cum”
"Maybe that might be fun,"
"Fun? You know they won't stop watching they'll want you on your knees for them." He smirked
"you'd protect me, just to keep me all to yourself"
"Humm you know me well little duck" He smirked speeding up his fingers
"Uhh newt slow down"
"Why? I want you to cum. you can cum if I go slow"
"But it's too much"
"too much? Liar. you just don't wanna cum so hard you squirt through your cute little shorts"
"Maybe, but I'd rather just go to bed nice and early tonight"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
"As soon as you cum, well go to bed" He smirked
"Newt please" I whined as his hand sped up again but that was enough for me to clamp my hand over my mouth to hide my screams as my hips bucked up high and my back arched as the pleasure rushed through me aggressively digging my nails into his thigh as he kept going letting me ride it out
"ohhhh yeah, what a good little duck" He cooed kissing my neck slowly with his hand and pulling it away licking his fingers clean I quickly tugged my hoodie down to hide the wet patch that formed in my little shorts "Go on go to bed I'll be there in a couple of minutes
"Okay" I smiled
I got up and did my best to hide everything as I ran off through the glade back to my little shed house close to the dead heads, the moment I closed the door I fixed my bed from this morning, slipped off my hoodie, my shorts, my bra and my panties sitting on my bed naked waiting the few minutes until the door opened, newt quickly shut the door using a tie from the garden to knock the door by wrapping the door handle around the wall
"Shall we?"
"Hell yeah little duck" He smirked as he crawled into my bed throwing his hoodie and shirt to the side as he pulled me into an intense kiss grabbing my breasts as he did fondling them as we kisses hard, he pulled away from my lips kissing down my neck and chest he pushed me down flat and took my nipple between his lips biting slightly before sucking hard
“Uhh newt!” I gasped
“Quiet little duck.” He cooed as he swapped to the other nipple sucking rather hard on it flicking his tongue across the hard nipple while his hand came down one gripped my ass hard and the other slipped inside me fingering me with such aggression I did my best not to scream. I pushed him away a little and unlaced his pants tugging them off him and taking his hard erection in my hand making sure to stroke over him before I began to jerk my hand “uuhhhh! Bloody hell little duck - uhhh come on I love your sofa hands but we both know I want more then that” he smirked
“You wanna more you better pay up” I smirked
“Alright” he smirked grabbing my hips and forcing me down on my bed he forced my legs open and immediately burried his head between them holding my thighs open as wide as he could his lips found my clit kissing, and licking it slow at first but he soon began making out with me even sucking on my clit as his hand came and slipped two fingers back inside me often thrusting them in time with his sucking I had to hold the pillow over my head so I my gasps and screams wouldn't be heard as he was so merciless with me never giving me a moment of resbite. But as I glanced down at his smirking face as he caught my eye I noticed his hand had left my thigh to jerk himself off as he ate me out so I pushed him back and crawled over stroking my hand over his erection to replace his own and taking him back in my mouth “uuhhhhhh! Ughhhh! Bloody hell little duck! Uhh not to hard I'll cum!’ he whined pushing me away “I think you've wound me up enough today” he smirked pulling me into his lap “come on little duck”
“If you insist” I giggled pulling him into a kiss as I moved slightly so he slipped inside me and we both moaned into each others mouths as I held his shoulders and began to ride him he grabbed my ass hard digging his nails into my sore skin as I bounced faster and faster his hips often thrusting up to keep me in time and to make sure I felt good too I pressed my chest to his own as I bounced desperately getting faster and faster where I was getting desperate he could tell i was so quickly shifted us so I could lay in my back and he began ponding me so hard I was biting in his neck trying not to scream
“Yeah? That feel good little duck? You like it better when I fuck you?’
“I thought you liked when I ride you?”
“I do, but you've been teasing me all day, we both need something a little more intense” he growled rubbing in my clit as he got even faster by now I knew I was close I could feel it building inside me
“Uhhh newt please!” I begged and I suddenly hit my orgasm like brick wall luckily I covered my mouth with my hand as my back arched and I squirted down the bed newt kept going as the same pace almost unable to stop as I rode our my orgasm and suddenly he pulled out and came across my stomach
“Shuck-” he groans collapsing in the bed with me as we laid covered in sweat exhausted gasping for air, slowly but surely as we relaxed we cuddled up wrapping our arms around each other and pepering kisses as we got nice and cosy under my blanket
“Newt?” I asked as I nuzzled into his chest
“Ummm?”
“Why do you call me little duck?”
“What?”
“Why do you call me that? You don’t call anyone else that? You barely use my name”
“Ohh… uhhh I don’t know”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don't know I've just always called you little duck? I can't really explain its just even before I knew your name when Alby pulled you out the box I just kinda knew I called you little duck so that's what I call you. It’s like the president in my head for you, when I think of you I think little duck” He shrugs
“Ohh.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No, I think it's cute”
“I do too,” he smiled giving me a little kiss “Now I need to get back to my hammock”
“Awwww” I whined as he sat up
“I’m sorry little duck” he cooed giving me a kiss “But you know I’m not back in my hammock by lights out alby will turn the glade up looking for me”
“I know, I just wish you could stay and cuddle some nights”
“Soon I promise” he reassured giving me a sweet kiss before he got himself dressed “You get to bed”
“I will, goodnight Newt”
“Goodnight y/n. Sleep well little duck” He smiled before he headed out and off to his own hammock.
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The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 19
Word Count: 955
“Me and (Y/N) are going to look for a place of our own.”
The rest of The Avengers gave Steve looks of varying degrees. But all of them had some semblance of happiness within them. Bucky clapped his best friend on the shoulder, “I’m proud of you, punk.”
“Thanks, Buck…”
“So…does this mean that Cap is retiring earlier than he originally planned?”
“Somewhat…” He admitted with a nod, “I-uh, I’ve talked to Tony…and while I won’t be out in the field, taking on missions…unless absolutely necessary, I will be doing a lot of the foot work for you guys…making sure everything is kosher…”
“I’m proud of you, capsicle,” Tony smiled, “so much so, that I’ve hooked you and the future M.R.S capsicle with my realtor.”
“Tony, that’s not-“
“Nonsense,” he smirked, “matter of fact, I want to help the two of you out…call it my wedding present. I want to contribute to the house as well.”
“Mr. Stark said to let you and the wife explore the house a bit and to come back later,” the younger man smiled knowingly, “he sai-“
“Oh…we aren’t married yet,” I replied with a blush. Steve smiled, wrapping his arm around me, “we just got engaged last month.”
“Regardless…”
But before Steve or I could argue, he’d disappeared, leaving the simple one-sheet in my hands. The door clicked closed behind him. I turned to Steve, “what was that?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, “but it was weird, wasn’t it?”
“Very...but you know how Tony is. Lord knows what he told the poor realtor.”
“This is true.”
Steve smiled, offering out his arm to me, “Shall we explore our potential home, Mrs. Rogers?”
I blushed, feeling my entire face flush, “Steve…”
“Do you get excited when I call you that, bunny?”
“A little…” I giggled in admittance, “that’s naughty…isn’t it?”
Steve smirked, “does my naughty little housewife need spanked?”
My thighs clenched, and I noticed a shiver run down Steve’s back. I blushed again, “St-Steve…did you…”
“Yes bunny,” he admitted, his voice an octave lower, full of a rich huskiness, “I can smell your arousal…you’re getting wet thinking about being my naughty little housewife…you like the idea of me spanking you…don’t you?”
This time a shiver ran down my spine. Steve had gotten a lot more forward since we started communicating again, and he was no longer shy about being frisky with me. I giggled, my nails running down his chest, “Maybe…”
I started walking off towards the kitchen, and I placed the one sheet on the counter. It was just a moment when I felt Steve’s presence at my back, his hot breath on my ear, “do you want me to spank you, bunny?”
My thighs clenched again, and I could practically feel my arousal pooling in my panties.
“Steve…” I moaned as a loud crack resounded through the kitchen. Steve’s hand stayed glued to my ass, the sting seemingly reverberating between my flesh and his palm. He groaned, massaging my flesh, “Steve…I-“
“Naughty little wife,” he purred, groping my flesh a little more firmer. Another crack across my flesh, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his erection throbbing against my lower back, “do I need to show you a little discipline? Do I need to show my naughty little housewife a stern hand and a firm fuck?”
His hand slid down, further between my thighs until he reached the large, damp spot of my panties. He groaned, his calloused hands creating friction, “oh, bunny…you’ve been truly naughty.”
“Steve, I-“
“Shh…” he cooed softly, using his weight to press me further against the counter. I moaned as he exposed me a little bit more to his hand, and then I hissed when it retracted, only to come down harshly on my folds and sensitive button, “Let daddy show mommy some fun little games…do you want daddy to play with that pretty pussy, mommy?"
"S-Steve..."
"I know you like it when I call you that…mommy…” he purred, his erection poking me again, "don't you?"
I moaned, my core fluttering around nothing. He smirked, his hand rubbing more firmly over me. My head felt light, and I felt dizzy over the friction he was creating. Soon, his lips were attached at my neck, sucking at an especially sensitive spot.
He ripped my panties away from me, and two fingers slipped into my drenched core, while his index finger worked tight circles on my sensitive nub.
“Steve!”
“That’s it, baby…moan my name!” he purred.
My lips parted in a silent scream as I began to hit my high. My eyes rolled back into my head as the cord snapped and my body convulsed, tightening around his fingers. Steve kept pumping his fingers into me, over-working my already sensitive core.
“That’s it, bunny,” Steve groaned, his fingers still deep within my core as I went from one orgasm to the next, “squirt all over my fingers. Drench me, bunny. Drench me, baby!”
I felt lost as his fingers left my core and he flipped me around. It was so fast; I could barely process as he sat me on the counter and pushed me back. I caught sight of the mess on the floor, and he only smiled as he helped me lay back.
“Oh, that’s just the beginning bunny,” Steve growled needily. He was licking and nipping up my inner thighs, my hole fluttering around nothingness yet again. I nearly came when his tongue swirled around my now swollen nub, “you’re going to soak my face now, bunny…then you’re going to soak my cock.”
“S-Steve!”
My eyes rolled back into my head as his mouth attached to my clit, throwing me over the edge of yet another orgasm.
Chapter 20
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A List™️ of things I would like to see from Anne and the rest of the BRF in 2022:
MORE JOINT ENGAGEMENTS PLEASE - Anne and Camilla? Anne and Liz? Anne and the Cambridges? Make it happen.
New photos of Anne and Tim for their 30th wedding anniversary 🥰 (which is nearly 2023 but idgaf we better get those) including at least one with the annelets
To follow up, for them to do something special on the day that we would get to see a bit of. A little party, perhaps? With the fam and their closest friends? They’ll never fucking let us see that but I will continue to hope
Some lovely photos of the Tindall, Phillips and Cambridge babies being besties - particularly little Lena and Louis causing chaos and doing it so flawlessly
To go with the above, new pics of Anne and Tim with the smallest annelets because we still haven’t seen that and I’m still upset about it
Several new documentaries marking the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee - one focusing on her working life, a series in which each episode focuses on a particular person or section of the family and how they help her, and a more personal one where we see the family come together to pay tribute to her with more unseen footage and lovely anecdotes MAKE IT HAPPEN
In general, more joint, in-person appearances at events that we haven’t been able to see due to Covid (ie Christmas, Easter, Trooping, Ascot, Services of Thanksgiving, etc.). I think it would be wise to give that little bit more exposure next year since we haven’t seen them very much at all, and the fact that it’s the Platinum Jubilee as well
Andrew in a cell at best, cast out of the family with everything removed at least. Even better if Fergie also ends up in a cell, and if they let either one of them near the Jubilee celebrations I swear to CHRIST
Next year’s Christmas card to be a big family photo with everyone and for it to land swiftly on the Internet in HD 😌
If anyone has any other suggestions, please share!
#a list of demAnneds?#I shall nail them to the door of buck house#or better still windsor since that’s where they’re all gathering this year#princess anne#princess royal#british royal family#brf
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Enemy - E. C
Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader
Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again
Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.
A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.
If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.
He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.
He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.
He needed to eat.
The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.
The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.
So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.
“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?
As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.
“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.
“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.
He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.
“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.
“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.
“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”
“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.
“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.
“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.
“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.
As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.
He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.
Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.
“Wait-” He began.
“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”
“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.
“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.
She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.
“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.
“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.
“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.
As long as it was her
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One Night...
This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...
WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship
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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.
"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.
Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"
"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.
Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.
"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"
Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."
He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.
"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.
"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."
"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.
Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.
"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.
"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.
"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"
A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"
Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.
Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.
Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.
"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.
Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."
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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.
All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.
"Why are you crying?"
You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"
"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.
"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.
Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."
You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.
"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."
"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.
"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.
You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."
Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."
"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."
"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."
Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.
"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."
"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.
You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.
Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.
You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."
Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."
You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.
Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.
"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.
Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.
You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.
Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.
"Tease," You pouted.
Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.
Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"
"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."
Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.
You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.
"Fuck," You both moaned together.
You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.
"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.
Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"
"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"
You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.
Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"
The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.
"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.
You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.
"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.
Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"
"Bucky,"
"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.
You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.
Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.
You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."
Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."
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✬ Arranged ✬ Part 2 Draco Malfoy x Reader
I received a lot of requests for a part 2 to Arranged. I’ve finally come up with some ideas to continue! Maybe even a part 3 ;)
Part 1
Warning: SMUT GALORE (unprotected sex, female receiving)
If you are underage please do not read.
Y/N’s POV
It had been only been a week after you arrived at the Malfoy Manor. To your surprise, you’d been enjoying your stay so far. What began as a forcible “vacation” brought upon by the Malfoy’s and your parents turned into an enjoyable experience so far.
After your kiss with Draco, things seemed to be less tense. You both were getting along better than ever. You’d take pleasant walks in the garden (unlike before), have tea on the patio as you watch the sunset, stay up late talking about your desires, likes, and dislikes, the upcoming years at Hogwarts.
He managed to open up to you rather quickly. Even after he confessed his love for you, you expected him to remain reserved. Although he hasn’t kissed you since the night you arrived, he’d steal cheek kisses and subtle touches on your shoulders or hips. It gave you butterflies every time without fail.
Today we were planned to take engagement photos. Although Draco hadn’t proposed, this was still a long awaited arranged marriage. As you thought about the future as a Malfoy, you weren’t sickened by it like you were a week ago.
Mother had sent you a beautiful gown to wear for the shoot. As the photographers were setting up downstairs in the foyer, you were getting your makeup done by Narcissa.
“I don’t mean to pry but..I see you and draco are getting along rather nicely, yes?”
“Yes, I guess we’ve grown a liking for each other..” you looked away shyly.
“Oh don’t be embarassed dear! I’ll tell you a secret to ease your mind.” She cleared her throat “I too was arranged to wed Lucius, I was not his biggest fan at first, but I’ve grown to love him for everything he is.”
“That’s good to know. Thank you, Narcissa.”
“Come, look at my handy work!”
You got up out of your seat and looked in the mirror. She gave you a smoky green and black eye look with basic facial makeup.
“I love it,” you smiled at her.
“Now get that beautiful gown on and come downstairs.” She then left the room.
You let your hair fall out of its clip. You untied your robe as it fell to the ground, revealing nothing but your black strapless bra, black lace thong, knee high panty house and black heels. As you unzipped the bag your dress was in, the door swung open and Draco was on the other end. At first he looked away, but when he looked back at you there was nothing but awe in his eyes.
“I- Uh may I come in? Just need to fix my hair.”
You stood motionless, trying to chose your next words. It’s not like you could say no, it was his room after all, so you didn’t deny him that.
“Oh of course.” Your breath hitched as his eyes lay locked on you and your illuminated figure.
He walked to his vanity, sitting in the chair as he grabbed a comb. You watched from the corner of your eye as he skillfully played with his grey blonde locks. You caught him locking his orbs with yours yet again and looked away, continuing to put on your dress.
You removed it from the bag and unzipped it, giving you enough room to stick your feet in through the top and pull it up. You had to admit it was a beautiful piece of clothing. The top half was corset like, there were small points above both breasts, which lifted them up and made them even more apparent. The corset had small minimal lines going down just above your waist. The bottom was pure smooth silk. And of course, it was all dark, Slytherin green. As you lifted the dress up it was difficult to pull up the zipper behind you. Draco sat at his vanity and sprayed some cologne on him.
“Draco?”
“Yes dea-I mean y/n?”
You silently giggled at his almost comment. “Could you help me?” You darted your eyes towards your zipper. He rose from his seat and walked towards you. As you moved your hair infront of you so it wouldn’t get caught, you felt Draco’s cold finger tips on your spine, sending jolts through your entire body. As he reached the top, he placed both his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to your ear.
“You look..ravishing..my dear.”
You hid your blush from him and turned to face him. “Why thank you..you look delicious as well”
He furrowed his brows. “I MEAN DELIGHTFUL- YES, DELIGHTFUL.” Now you couldn’t help hiding your blush, it was too late.
“That’s you my dear, you..look..delicious.”
You suppressed your thoughts and spoke, “shall we go downstairs then?”
“Let’s.” He held out his arm and you locked yours with it as you headed down the stairs.
You reached the bottom of the stairs and untwined your arms. You could see the foyer set up for the honorable Malfoy portrait, the same backdrop as all the other family photos.
You and Draco listened to the photographer as he told you how to stand. Draco stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tight. You placed both of your hands on top of his, as you were instructed.
You sensed a presence behind you and it wasn’t just Draco himself..it was below the belt Draco. He shuffled trying to shake his erection but it wasn’t helping. If anything it made it worse.
“You two were lovely to photograph. I’ll get these to you by next week.”
“Thank you sir, have a great rest of your day.” You said with a smile.
You and Draco went upstairs back to his bedroom. As much as you loved that dress, it was choking the life out of you. Before you even realized Draco was right behind you, you peeled your dress off of you, dropping it on the floor. You felt him snake his hands around your waist and his chest against your back. He took a long breath, you could feel it against your cold skin.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you when you look like this.” You completely forgot you only wore your bra, panties, hose and heels. As you felt his hardness grow, you spun around to face him, pressing your hips into him.
“Show me,” you whispered.
He was shocked to get that response, but it didn’t matter because in a matter of seconds he was pushing you on to his bed.
He towered over you kissing your thighs, going up your stomach and finally your neck. He took his sweet time there, leaving long and passionate bites. You moaned as he continued to do what seemed to come so natural to him, turning you on.
He released himself from the nap of your neck and grabbed his wand. He put a silencing spell on his room. Just after feeling his lips on your skin, you knew you were going to need that charm.
You sat up and scooted backwards towards the head of the bed, Draco following you with your lips locked at all times. You started to untangle his clothes. First his tie, blazer and finally his dress shirt. You both worked together to unbutton it. He did the honors of ripping his belt off, the metal clang as it hit the floor.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in my life.” He said breathlessly, reaching his hand down towards your thong. “I hope to have the pleasure of making such a beautiful girl scream my name.”
He pushed your panties aside and began moving in large circles around your clit. Your head naturally rolled backwards in pleasure. His other hand grabbed your chin, moving it to face you.
“I want to watch you untangle under my hands..figuratively and...” he paused, going ever faster, “and literally.” He smashed his lips with yours.
You pushed him away by his shoulders.
“Draco please,” you whined. “I need you now.”
“Say no more, love...one more thing.”
He knelt down and pulled your panties off. Placing his hands on your hips, he yanked your body closer to him, making you yelp in surprise.
“A gift for my fiancé.” He smirked.
His mouth found its way to your pussy, flicking with his tongue over and over. You moaned with excitement. You looked down, watching him tear your nerves apart. His thumbs pressed into your hips, inching you closer to him with each lick he took of you.
“Draco..” you were breathless. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” You screamed.
He purred as he took one last stroke on you. He stood up and removed his pants and boxers.
He brought his tip to your entrance and slid in, like putting a glove on a hand. You gasped, then let out a soft moan. He pumped himself in and out slowly at first.
“Ohhh Princess..” He moaned.
You started going faster as you bucked your hips closer to him. Will each stroke he went in deeper every time. When he reached your g spot you released a high pitch moan, and that made him go crazy. You pulled him down to you and stole his lips. Your legs now around him as he pounded into your pussy.
You flipped him over and now you were the one on top. He didn’t oppose this idea one bit. As you adjusted yourself, you started jumping up and down, each time his dick going in further. One of his hands was gripping your hip, while the other snuck it’s way to your clit. The pleasure sent you into a frenzy. You grabbed his shoulders, sinking every nail into his skin.
“Yeah Princess, take it all in.”
You went as fast as your body could go.
“Oh, oh, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.
“Me too baby. Go ahead, cum all over my dick.”
“Ohh yeah!” You screamed in pleasure as you both climaxed to your body’s content.
You pulled yourself off of him and fell down on the bed next to him. Panting, you both stared at each other with smiles.
He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “Is this a bad time to officially propose?”
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Out from Darkness - Chapter Ten.
I know not many people are reading, but I hope you enjoy it all the same :)
Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
Word Count - 2,924
Cast of characters post here
Tag list - In the comments
Warnings - Smut!
“Your bed is much, much too small. I didn’t think people slept in single beds after thirteen years old,” Chris commented, his tongue circling her navel as he lay under the white covers of her tiny, one-person bed.
“Tell that to my parents,” Ava snorted quietly, shaking her head and trembling when his lips ghosted her side.
“Alright, I will. I’ll march down there right now and demand that they buy a bigger bed for me to fuck their daughter in.” She held her hand over her mouth to stop her laughter, shaking with silent giggles.
“Don’t make me laugh, and be quieter, oh and no making me squirt either!”
“Fucking hell, can I do anything fun, or shall I just piss off home again?”
“You never know who’s right outside the door, we have a lot of staff pottering around. Mom likes them to clean at night so she doesn’t have to share her space during the day. And I can’t explain the soaking bedsheets either.”
“You can say you dropped a drink?” He shrugged, Ava eye rolling. “Okay, I’ll refrain from making you do that.” They’d learned through much experimentation the previous night that he could only make her ejaculate by pressing right on her urethral sponges; she couldn’t do it through penetrative sex, so at least her sheets were safe that night. The urge to scream, though, not so much. Especially when his mouth travelled south once more.
At being presented with a slit sparkling with her aroused dew, he stroked her a few times with his fingers, watching the petals of her cunt opening for him, the most beautiful natural beckoning for his mouth to caress them again, an action he didn’t leave her lying in wait for.
“Oh god, oh!” she whispered, nails combing through his hair as his tongue tumbled in a seductive roll against the hot pink of her soaking sex, the tip seeking her clit and flicking over it quickly, thumbing the hood to expose more of the sweet little bundle to his hungry licks. He lips then enveloped and sucked, his cheeks hollowing, blue eyes soaking to crimson as he looked up at her, winking before long, dark blonde lashes shuttered those bright red orbs.
He released her with a soft pop, groaning deeply as he laid long, flat licks over her heat, the taste of her going straight to his dick, hardening within the confides of his jeans. He paused to suck her another few times, Ava gritting her teeth as she fisted the pillow beneath her head, moving it across her face and whimpering into it in utter ecstasy.
“Maybe there’s a spell you could use, a certain incantation to prevent anyone else within the house from hearing you scream,” he suggested, tongue circling her bud in a slow, trawling roll.
She emerged, panting softly, the pleasure soaring. “If there is, I’ll need to research more. I don’t think I have anything in my books, but then again, I don’t have many of them.”
“You’re a witch, why do you not have adequate resources?”
“Because only so much will fit in the lockable box I keep hidden in my wardrobe.” Of course, they didn’t know. With the sense he got over the kind of people her parents were, he wagered there was a lot of her true self she had to keep hidden.
“Forced silence until you do, then, I suppose. It adds to the moment, having to be quiet, though.” His point was very valid, Ava biting the sides of her cheeks as her hips bucked and tremored, wanting to vocalise the ecstasy he made well up within her. What also added to it was the fact that her parents would go insane at knowing she was upstairs having amazing sex, the risk of getting caught a definite contributing factor.
Emerging from between her legs, he stripped naked with her help, Ava tasting herself on his lips as he kissed her with ravenous need, his hardness splitting her in a second, her cry of torrid bliss muted by his tongue pushing into her mouth. She gasped as he slowly filled her, knocked sideways by such thick girth, the coolness of his cock soon warmed by her aqueous heat.
She tilted herself up against him, legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers glided up her thighs, his lips ghosting her neck before laying the kind of kisses that made sparks fizzle beneath her skin, his cock gliding effortlessly in and out of her, her soaking walls clenching around him.
“You are so beautiful.” He praised her, tongue flicking her throat, hands running through her curls, Ava feeling her heartbeat quicken and stomach flip at his words. To be coveted, desired by a creature so powerful and deadly, it was a staggering turn on.
Pleasure melted down her spine and further puddled her centre, fire licking her very depths as he groaned, deep and quiet, hips rutting against her with a little more intent, watching her mouth fall open as he sat up, feeding her his thumb, his insides fizzing with heady desire as she sucked it with a soft moan.
Looking down, he watched his cock dragging the tight, pink clutch of her cunt, spread around him so beautifully, his shaft glistening with her dew. Every last part of her was beautiful, edible to him, his mouth closing over her nipples in turn, a rumbling groan echoing up from his chest, her soft cries making his huge cock twitch violently within her as he spread kisses over her skin.
“Oh, oh my god, ohhh!” she whispered, her mouth dropping open, overcome by him entirely. “Harder, please!”
“As you wish, little witch.” He began to thrust into her with pistoning motions, his hand grasping the white wooden bedframe when it started to bang against the wall, acting as a buffer as he fucked her with the voracity she craved. Luckily her bed wasn’t squeaky, but still, Ava found the location changed within a blink, her back against the wall as Chris held her thighs in a tight grip, carnivorous desire making his insides pulse as he railed her against the pink, flower papered wall. The juxtapose wasn’t lost on him.
They panted against one another, riddled by carnal delight, Ava’s voice fracturing over his name with a wail she couldn’t help but let slip as the swell of her release rolled through her trembling body, his hand clutching tight at her mouth to prevent further noise, muting her thereafter with burning kisses as he hung onto him tightly.
Her body was still playing the symphony through its nerve endings as he began to move at extreme speed, taking her away from the wall and bouncing her on his cock instead, the deep spearing making her insides buzz, her nails grazing his back as her body beaded with sweat, staccato thrusts meeting being levered onto his cock, making her blaze once more as with a growl, his teeth biting onto her shoulder, he came hard.
They were breathless and dizzy in the aftermath, Chris just about having the comprehension to seal the wound he’d bitten into her peachy flesh with his blood, carrying her back to the bed and lying down, her on top of him, her walls gently flexing around him as the swell of ecstasy slowly ebbed away. “Whether it was the fact I shouldn’t be here, or just you, or whatever, something must be noted here. No woman has made me cum that fast in years.”
“Get used to it. I have a very nice vagina.” He couldn’t help but snort laughing at her breathless remark.
“Agreed.”
She expected him to depart soon after, but to her surprise, he lingered, pulling the duvet over them both, stroking her back as she lay against him, enjoying his warmth. Such raised a curious question, since she’d noticed it before.
“How are you warm when you’re dead, and your skin is usually cool?”
“Vampires will warm up if close to a heat source, such as you lying on top of me. Imagine it like putting a stone in front of an open fire, it’d heat up if left there, but become cold again when taken away.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Also, why did you bite me then, but not from anywhere you could have fed?”
“Because I was overly excited. It’s called dry biting, just sinking our teeth into flesh out of need to chomp down on something. Any further questions?”
“Sorry, do you mind?”
He realised he might have come across as agitated there, quick to reassure her. “Not at all. I like that you take an interest.”
“Okay, I have a good one. It might be a little personal, though,” she began, Chris raising an eyebrow. “Why haven’t you made any vampires yet? I assume you haven’t, because you’ve yet to mention them.”
“I haven’t found anyone who truly wants it, who could deal with it, what it does to you. I didn’t have the same compulsion Magda did, turning vampires because she wanted them for herself, like she did with all of us. She did so with others, too, my other siblings I seldom see, and then the siblings only Elroy got to meet, those who met the sun prior to Anaïs and I coming along. Some very famous people who allegedly died or went missing were because of Magda’s penchant for collecting. They couldn’t handle it, though, so suicide via sunrise was what they chose.”
“Who were these very famous people?”
“To respect their memory, I shan’t reveal their names. Suffice to say, they died unhappy what they were.” He’d considered being one of them, once upon a time, with Magda doing her best to never give him the freedom he sought away from her. He was surprised he’d managed to be with Ava twice sexually and not be called away yet, her claws still somewhat imbedded in him.
“That’s fine. As much as I’m enjoying this too, I’m going to have to ask you to leave soonish. I have college in the morning and I’m quite tired,” she lamented, pushing back against him when he sat up. “Like I said, not yet. You’re very comfortable to lie on.”
He smiled, leaning back into the stack of pillows, thinking of a few of his own questions to ask of her up until the point where she did ask for him to leave. He didn’t get to ask any, though, her soft snores a couple of minutes later alerting him to her slumber.
“Oh, someone was sleepier than they thought.” Carefully sliding out from under her, he dressed and departed quickly to save waking her up. He didn’t head home, instead moving at speed through the air and arriving neatly outside of the overgrown house in Laurel Canyon his siblings occupied, his boots clunking over the old, broken terracotta courtyard as he passed the long dried-up fountain, his brother appearing at the door.
“Well, look who dragged his white boy ass up here,” Elroy observed, smiling and opening his arms to embrace his brother.
“I was out, so figured I’d drop by.”
“You stink of pussy.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Fucking bathe for once, damn you. Stinky assed vampire.” Shutting the door behind him, Elroy ushered him through to the lounge, the way lit by many candles, sitting down in his armchair again, where he had been reading.
“I’ve only just left her place, give me chance,” Chris snorted, sitting down opposite him on the wicker chair Anaïs usually frequented.
“So, this is the teenage witch I’ve heard about, hmm? Imma call her Sabrina.” Elroy took just as much delight in winding his younger brother up as Anaïs did. “How long you been seeing Sabrina for?”
Chris gave him the kind of glower that did nothing but cause Elroy’s descent into booming laughter, marking the page in his book and placing it down on the table. “Oh, come on. Tell me about the girl.”
“Why? You have enough of your own.” While they had a good relationship, Chris spared a lot of details from his life with Elroy than he would Anaïs, simply because of one large factor; how close Elroy was to Magda. Chris knew Elroy wasn’t duplicitous, but still, the less he might parrot back to their creator innocently, the better. Anaïs knew how to be discreet, she’d likely mentioned to him that Chris was having sex with a witch in passing and absolutely nothing more.
The elder vampire continued to look expectant, Chris rolling his eyes. “She’s the reason I’m here tonight, if you must know. Her family aren’t clued in on her witch status, meaning she can’t really be who she is at home, thus including books. I know you have books, proper volumes on witchcraft, so I’d like to liberate you of them since they’re still likely gathering dust in the basement.”
“Ahhhh, looking to impress young Sabrina, huh?” That was it, he’d never call her anything else from that moment forth, Chris just knew it. “Have at ‘em, man. They’re the few books I don’t have any use for at all.”
“Thanks, I’ll grab them on my way out.”
“You’ll need two trips,” Elroy snorted. “There’s a fucking stack down there. No doubt I’ll get shit for it when the ole’ broad notices, but eh, what’s she gonna do?”
The ole’ broad he referenced was the witch whom used to live in the house, the one who died there, so thus haunted the place. Vampires being dead too could pick up on ghosts and communicate with them. Chris was surprised she hadn’t made herself known yet thus far, since she usually did enjoy listening in on their conversations.
“Man, I’m so hyped about the reveal! You still indifferent?”
“I guess,” Chris shrugged, glad of the conversation shift.
“Why, though? I wanna go to a club to hook up with a woman, and I can just go, not having to have enchanting them on my mind if I do, or people wondering why I’m the damned palest black man they’ve ever mother fucking seen, you feel me?”
“Yeah, I guess. Although the idea of going to a club makes my skin crawl. I’ll bar dwell, but that’s it,” he shrugged, Elroy snorting.
“Yeah, well not all of us have the privilege of being Chris Hemsworth before we were Chris Thorpe. Bitches who watch old movies still recognise you and want to get dicked down by a piece of Thor!”
Immediately, Chris moved within a nanosecond, a fraction from his brother’s face. “Never, ever call me that. I am not Chris Thorpe. Hell, you might be older, stronger, wiser than me, but you claim to love me. I’m your baby brother; do me the respect of not referring to me as that.”
Elroy would have attacked any other vampire brave enough to rush him in anger, but as Chris had stated, this was his baby brother. “Chris, what the fuck is your beef with Magda? She gave you everything, taught you to be an upstanding vampire...everything!”
“With respect, you don’t know her like I do, the side of her that keeps a very large wedge driven between us from my point of view,” he growled, moving back to the wicker chair.
“Well, I wish you would tell me, shit! Are we not close? Don’t you trust me or something?”
No, not where Magda was concerned. Elroy was the apple of her eye, but to Chris’s knowledge, not called upon in the same way to fulfil his duties in being her reluctant lover. Hell, Elroy likely wouldn’t even be all that reluctant.
“It’s up to Magda, to either reveal or rectify our situation.” It was the truth. She could either own up to her abhorrent behaviour and stop, or just stop. He didn’t care which, as long as she stopped.
“Alright, no worries. Just know I’m here, okay, man?” Chris half smiled with a nod of acknowledgement, their conversation moving on. He didn’t stay too much longer, Elroy offering to help him move the books back to his, forgetting just how many volumes were down in the musty smelling cellar, the vampires packing them into old suitcases and transporting them back to the cabin in two trips.
“I hope Sabrina enjoys them.” He vanished before Chris got the change to offer a witty retort, shaking his head as he began unpacking them, shelving them onto the empty bookcase in the lounge. He hoped she liked them. She needed one person in her life to be accepting of her status as a witch, it might as well be him.
Looking at the large, leather-bound volumes, he then picked up the first in the series and sat back, reading it from cover to cover at a much more expedited rate than that of a human. Just ten minutes and he was done, completing the entire collection of sixty books by 3am. While he wasn’t a witch, he was now a little wiser where magic was concerned, so could be of help to her, or just someone to talk to about it since she had no witch friends.
‘She needs a coven, ideally. To have the resource and support of her own kind.’ He thought, smiling when he remembered the delight in her eyes at bringing the squirrel back to life.
It was in that moment that he realised just how captivated he’d become by the young witch. Friday couldn’t come quickly enough.
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Hey hey hey!! My boo! It’s been rather hell lately at work with dealing with this pandemic, rude clients, RUDDER patients... and the occasional chasing a dog towards the door. Could you be a dear and write about my dearest Lucas Patterson on how he reacts and helps me after a rather rough day at work... from the stories I’ve told you I’m pretty sure you’d have no trouble in adding how a normal day of mine goes. Hint... it’s never a normal day unless I get hurt somehow or have to wrestle with something. If you want to have me being Alex’s sister that’d be dope!
Is it detailed enough or shall I add more 👀
IN A WORLD OF DOGS - ALIVE!LUKE X READER
SYD- YOU BETTER FUCKING ENJOY THIS AFTER YOUR ROUGHT DAY.
WARNING- SMUT, UNPROTECTED SMUT
This pandemic has been filled with long days, chasing animals and their owners through the hectic vet’s office. As the days dwelled on, so did the stress and amount of unhappiness you were feeling. A day at work was a day without Luke, and he was the one who brought a smile to your face daily.
Today was one of those days, long hours, and lots of patients. From tiny Chihuahuas to the nastiest of Rottweilers, your day was filled with stress and body pain. To top your day off, you spent half an hour trying to tackle a Great Dane running loose through the vet’s office. Which only caused more stress on your body, on top of the normal wear and tear.
So of course, your attitude was high strung. You were done with your job, you were done with these owners, and all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle with Luke.
On this snowy night, you were heading home, and you knew Luke was going to be unhappy with you. As you had worked a double at the vet’s office due to three of your co-workers being out of the office with COVID.
The snow was filling your wind shield as you pulled into the house, the garage lights still on as Luke was most likely practicing late. An easy distraction for him when you were busy with your overwhelming amount of work. Thankfully, you were only a vet assistant, and not a full-blown vet so Luke saw a lot more of you.
But either way- he was saddened when you had to work these longer shifts and you didn’t make it home until later. The snow clung to your hair as you began to pry open the garage doors, seeing Luke chilling on the couch with his guitar.
He pried his eyes away from his song book to catch your cold figure walking in. He rose from his spot on the couch, laying his guitar down as he took in your appearance.
“Is it cold out there?” he said, approaching you.
It was clear to you that he was more interested in other things, than you coming home. You shot him a nasty look, was that all he had to say to you?
“I’m sorry, what?” You said, swinging around to meet his eyes. They seemed so cold as the stared back at you.
“I asked if it was cold, did you not hear me?” He said, venom filling his voice as he glared harder at you. You could feel the icy glare in your soul.
“Oh, I did- but the attitude is unreal, Luke. I don’t need it today.” You said, as you walked past him. Carefully brushing your shoulder against his, but as you made your way by him. He roughly grabbed your upper arm, pulling you close to him.
“And I didn’t need you working a double today but look what you did.” He said, the anger clear in his tone.
“I have a job, Luke. What do you want me to do? Not show up. I am the one making money to put into this band. So, stop acting like a child and maybe be grateful for what I am doing for the both of us” You said, venom dripping off your words as you tore your arm away from him. A growl came from his throat as he grabbed onto you tighter.
“Do not use that tone with me- I am grateful for what you do for me, for this band, for us as a couple. But I am not grateful for your attitude and your uncanny ability to not call when you are working late. I sit around all day waiting for you, because I love you and I want to spend time with you. Period.”
You melted into this angry side of him, it was turning you on as the time dwelled on. You slowly turned to face him, as the grip on your arm started to loosen. You both knew the fights were never ending, but it was out of love and not hate.
“Luke- I…” You began as he cut you off, taking your lips in his. You both fought for dominance in your kiss. You were so close to winning until he tightly wrapped his large hand around your throat, throwing you onto the couch behind you.
A gasp escaped from your throat as you looked up into his dark eyes, clearly shadowed with lust. You felt the coolness from the couch, creep onto your back as your shirt was raised slightly.
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You could feel his hips starting to grind into you as he deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips as you aggressively pulled at his hair, his orange beanie tipping off his head.
His rough hands running under your work scrubs as he began to explore your body. Soft groans falling from your lips as his calloused hands running up and down your body, as he nipped at the sensitive spot on your neck.
He roughly pulled at the bottom of your scrub top, almost as a signal to take it off. He quickly tugged it over your head exposing your breasts to him. He shot you a smirk before taking your hard nipple in his mouth.
You threw your head back in total pleasure, as he began to suck aggressively leaving love bites all over your sensitive breasts. You began to pull at his band tee, as he hovered over you. He looked down deep into your eyes, as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest as his necklaces collided with his collarbone.
You leaned into his collarbone and began to suck lightly, leaving a small love bite. He pulled your dark hair roughly away from him, taking your lips quickly in his. The kiss once again became a struggle for dominance, as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.
The kiss was becoming sloppy but full of desire, as you moved your hands down to his jeans. Carefully undoing the button and began lowering them down his legs as far as you could reach. He pulled away from you, giving you a smirk.
“Can I help you babe?” He said, his voice husky and lips swollen.
You squirmed under him, “I need you to rail me into the fucking wall”
He just smiled before ripping your scrub pants from your legs, exposing your leaking heat to him. He stood up, before ridding himself of his constricting denim and bright colored boxers.
He shot you a devious smirk before he dove carefully between your legs. Lapping up the fluid leaking from your sensitive heat. Your back arched as he took your clit between his lips and began sucking gently. An ungodly moan came from deep inside of you, as you tried to move away from him.
He gripped your thighs and held them open as he continued to lap up your fluids, as an orgasm began to overtake your senses. You bucked your hips as it was like a wave crashing over you, he knew exactly what he was doing with that tongue.
As he rose from your heat, he shot you a dirty smirk before crashing his lips to yours, tasting your orgasm on his lips. You gently tugged at his hair once again, as he settled between your legs.
He carefully pulled back, looking deep into your eyes before slowly entering you, giving you a few moments before moving. He slowly began to thrust into you, before he harshly thrusted into you.
Your eyes rolling back into your head at the pleasure you were feeling with him deep inside of you. As his thrusts began to speed up, you could hear small growls coming from his throat as you moaned under him.
You reached down between the both of you, slowly rubbing your clit. He noticed what you were doing, and he harshly reached down grabbing your hands, pinning them above your head as he thrusted faster into you.
His brow began to furrow as his thrusts became sloppier, he released your hands as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other began to rub your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt your orgasm beginning to form.
You began to buck your hips into his thrusts as your orgasm was on the brink of exploding. Your nails were clawing at his back as you began to pulse around his cock, he moaned loudly in your ear. His orgasm was on the brink, as he slammed his hips against yours and began to fill you with his load. A spread of warm filled your lower stomach as he filled you.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and the smell of sex, as he rolled off you. He chuckled under his breath as he sat up, looking back at you.
“What?” you said, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder as you put on his band tee.
“You want a massage now? Or just more rough sex… don’t want to fuck up that fractured vertebrae even more.” He said, sending you a smirk.
You gasped and hit him with a pillow, causing him to laugh at your reaction.
In a world of dogs, you were thankful for Luke Patterson.
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His Majesty, My King :
Rating: ❌18+, Explicit ❌
Pairing: Timeskip! Oikawa Tooru x fem reader
Word count: 1.6 K
Warnings: Blowjob, face fucking, possessive behaviour, just oiks being petty again
Jealousy;
An emotion Toru Oikawa was far too familiar with. The all consuming thoughts of never being able to reach the heights he wanted to or the people he cared the most about with him slipping from his grasp, everything he felt strongly about made him both happy and insecure. One would think over time this deeply seated fears of his would dissipate when he was the right person but the passage of time can only heal a person so much.
When it came to your relationship with Oikawa, keeping a close sense of security was a struggling point considering his career. For weeks you’d have to be apart with only a few calls exchanged, after a few years you thought you had gotten to the point where distance became meaningless but you were still unaware of the pent up frustrations he felt when you weren’t on his side.
Even if you unintentionally made him jealous, Oikawa was nothing if not petty when it came to your attention, glaring at animated and inanimate objects alike. Frequent eye contact with someone who was not him, your bright smile and the other wonderful features of yours he adored was something he had the right to see the most and there was nothing he hated more than having his perfect moment interrupted.
Today seemed like just one of the rare occasions where he refused to calm after you paid moderate attention to your highschool friend you met by chance at the bar you were dining at. The person in question sat next to you in the bar stool and started reminiscing about the old days and you were trying to be polite but the same wasn’t true for your boyfriend.
“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too touchy feely there pal?”, slinging one arm around your waist he glared at your acquaintance, the creases between his brows deepening as his mouth curled into a dangerous smile.
“Relax Toru, it was an accident, he just brushed off a lint from my hair” you try to reason with him but his rage already got the best of him.
“ It’s not an accident when it happens twice”, his low baritone was only slightly different from a growl and you knew he was going to difficult.
Wanting to avoid the drama that would surely follow if you kept quite you pulled Oikawa by the arm to exit the buliding, leaving your stunned acquaintance behind with a silent apology.
The cold December air caressed your cheeks as soon as you both were outside, strutting alongside an angry looking Oikawa you kept gazing at his profile to catch any opening to talk him out of his annoyance. His claw like grip on your hand threatened to cutoff it’s blood supply and to any by stander it would probably seem like you were getting dragged off by a maniac.
The previously dull neon lights of the streets soon changed to twinkling starlight that lit up the whole path indicating the lavishness of the main market. The prominent vein bulging from the side of your boyfriend’s forehead made you decide against asking what you were doing in the overpriced high end lane instead of the parking lot where his equally fancy car laid.
Soon he stopped in front of a high rise building which clearly looked like a hotel and strutted inside as if a regular in the place. You saw him talk to the receptionist about the stay and honestly all you could think about his rushed tone that couldn’t wait to get you alone and with his hand still clasped to yours, you entered the elevator.
A standard gasp of awe didn’t do the room’s decadence any justice. Perched in the 50th floor, the two of you entered the lavish presidential suite of the hotel, a place where you’d never even think of stepping in if it weren’t for Oikawa’s habit of never sparing any expenses when it came to your dates. Just by stepping in the room you could feel the entire mood between you changing.
It was intimidating at the very least, with the tantalizing shades of red and black the entire suit reflected upon the rough night ahead. With a click of the knob, you heard Oikawa lock the main door.
“ If you haven’t figured it out already babe, we are here to make up for the time that got ruined by that ‘friend’ of yours”, spitting those words out he made his way towards the gigantic couch covered with dark faux fur, giving Oikawa’s form a menacing aura.
“ Strip”, he gestured to your dress that he picked himself for tonight and you were grateful that he wasn’t shredding it to pieces.
Starting with the zipper of your dress you slowly pulled it down and exposing first your chest and then the lacy black panties that matched your bra. You knew what he craved when his usually honeyed eyes got their dark glint so you put on the best show you could manage. When you reached around your neck to take off the necklace he stopped you.
“ keep them on and the heels too”, his deep voice reverberating from his throat filled the otherwise silent room.
Following his instructions, you now stood before him, stark naked except for the glittering necklace and shiny heels that matched your discarded dress. He eyed every single one of your dips and curves before giving you an appreciative nod.
“ You know what to do now, right?, After our evening got ruined, I atleast expect you to behave during the night”, leaning sideways on the arm of the couch, his sharp eyes urge you to speak.
“ Sorry, I couldn’t straight up ask him to leave,” giving him your best apologetic look you continue, “forgive me?”
Pretending to mull over your request, he takes a few seconds to reply, “ Beg me”, his words were expected so you scamper near his seated position and perched yourself on his lap. You ran your hands up and down his thighs, the tips of your nails scratching his clothed skin which soon bloomed with tiny goose bumps. Moving your hand to the front of his crotch, you started palming his hardening erection. He watched your movements with delight, petting your own head now in a show of praise.
You slowly pulled your hands away and carefully placed yourself in between his legs, with your knees now on the plush carpet on the floor. Your fingers made quick work of his pants and then lowered his boxers to take his cock in your hands.
Gently feeling his weight you left feather light kisses on the dripping tip of his cock to tease its head while palming his balls, your attempts at worshipping Oikawa’s body showed it’s effect as the room slowly got filled by the sound of his sweet hums. He usually wasn’t a quite lover but today he intended to make you work for his approval so he bit his moans back.
His eyes met yours, the sight of you kneeling in between his legs, sucking away at everything he had to give made his member more sensitive to your ministrations. He threw his head back, eyes fluttering close from the incoming waves of pleasure your mouth provided.
Licking his shaft a couple of times you took him in you mouth, swallowing it as much as your comfort zone would allow. Hollowing out your cheeks you bobbed your face up and down at your own pace but it wasn’t long before a large hand crept up your head and tangled itself around your hair.
“No, you can take me deeper than this, can’t you? Or do I have to teach you how to please your master all over again?”
Giving you little time to prepare Oikawa pushed your head lower down his length and you soon felt his cock touching the insides of your throat. Starting off with a brutal speed he face fucked you with all his might. You clenched your fists to stop your gag reflex it induced, your mind focused solely on pleasing him. His previously soft hums turned into rough grunts and soon his hips bucked upwards to meet your mouth.
Every tug of his hand in your hair showed his thinning patience and you continued to deep throat him till you felt his entire body shake with the toe curling pleasure that was inevitably building up. The air from your nose was becoming insufficient due to the onslaught of his cock and you almost resisted his hand but caught yourself in time. You knew he was close and didn’t want to ruin his orgasm so you held out.
Slowing down a bit he pulls his cock out of your aching jaw and starts pumping his dick with one hand, the other still in your hair.
“Open your mouth y/n~ And make sure you don’t waste a single drop of it”, cooing softly he placed the tip of his cock on your extended tongue and shot his cum all over your mouth and lips. The salty fluid filled your taste buds and you gulp it down without a second thought, the fatigue from his rough housing settling in.
As his thick cum trickles down the side of your mouth and onto your neck Oikawa once again gives a sharp tug to your hair, making you look up at him, love and lust both swirling within you, blurring the line between them and you were certain that both of you looked at each other with heart eyes until his dark tone cut through the room.
“Now, let’s take it again from the top shall we?”
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Paring(s): Kageyama Tobio x Top Male Reader.
Warning(s): NSFW (SMUT), Cursing, Bottom Kageyama, etc etc.
DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.
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Piercing blue eyes stared up at me with hesitation and determination, a usual combo if you ask me but the first year was practically shaking in his shoes as he opened his mouth every few seconds to peak, only to snap it back closed right after. "Relax Kageyama, there's no need to worry just take your time" I smiled, we had been standing here for a little while after practice ended cause Kageyama said he needed to speak to me, but the poor kid just couldn't utter out a single word. "Um Senpai I uhm-!" A sigh soon escaped past my parted lips, shaking my head slightly at the setter who merely tilted his head at me in confusion.
"Kageyama, you know you can just call me by my name right? I don't care much for the honorifics" I spoke softly, sending the shorter male a lazy smile as he nearly jumped out of his skin- for what reason I do not know but the sight of pink dusting over his cheeks clearly caught my attention. "Yes Senpai!" He shouted, causing me to sigh in defeat, we've been at the whole 'call me by my name' thing for a month or so now, but he is very insistent on calling me Senpai for some reason and unlike Tanaka and Noya, I don't have a thing for it. "Hey Kageyama if you don't mind could we take this to my house? I need to check on my sister before she heads off to a friends house since our parents are out for their anniversary" I asked, glancing towards my watch.
I swear Kageyama's ears burned as he swayed a bit at the mention of coming to my house, so in an attempt to steady him I reached out, gently taking his arms in my hands. "Whoa you okay there?" My tone dripped with worry while I looked him over, not noticing the way he shuffled closer, wrapping his fingers around the front of my shirt. "I-Im alright.." He muttered out with a silent gulp, it wasn't until his gaze met mine that I realized how close we were, "Right, yeah that's good" I whispered, feeling a sudden pull from the way he looked at me, blue eyes swirling with a wanting I haven't seen in a long time.
I couldn't help when my gaze shifted towards his lips, my own tongue unconsciously drawing over mine as I wondered how they'd taste. Nearly jumping from the sudden thought I pulled away from the first year, watching as he blinked himself out of the trance, and with a sheepish grin I scratched at the back of my head. "Anyways! Shall we get going?" Kageyama only nodded and followed along side me, while a pretty pink blush still adored his features, "You know you can tell me anything right? I won't laugh nor judge you" I spoke, hinting at earlier when he tried to tell me something.
Even though the sudden topic was to also keep my mind off what happened only moments ago, "I know it's just-" He quickly cut himself off, sending me a nervous glare before shifting it back towards the ground. Kageyama had been acting weird lately, well, only around me at least. I don't know if he thought I wouldn't notice, even though it's pretty hard not to, he always talked to me a bit more than the others, asking for me to practice with him when no one else could, he'd even show up to my last class and ask if I wanted to walk with him to the club room. However, he's distanced himself from me recently, he'd basically run away or make up some excuse to get away from me, but I've also realized that his face would flush whenever speaking to me, and that his gaze would linger on me a little longer then usual.
"It's alright you can take your time, I don't bite" Unless you want me too.
Shaking my head I quickly squashed the thought, as I walked up to my house, opening the door so Kageyama could walk through, "Th-Thank you" He muttered out, quickly shuffling inside. With a quiet chuckle I walked in after him, "You can head up to my room if you'd like, it's up the stairs, first door on the left" Kageyama just nodded and headed up stairs while I headed towards the kitchen, already knowing my sister would be in there, most likely eating away at the cake I made yesterday.
And turns out I was correct, cause there she is, hunched over the counter with a mouth stuffed with chocolate cake, getting crumbs all over her shirt, and being the lovely brother I am I just had to say something. "I don't think your girlfriend would want you to eat her out with cake all over your teeth" I spoke with a smile, trying not to laugh when she nearly choked on it, "You asshole! S-She's not my girlfriend!" Skyla gasped, trying to get some air back in her lungs while I dug my finger into the cake frosting, licking it off right after. "Hey you know I don't judge, but seriously I think you should brush your teeth first" I winced as she punched my shoulder, heavily glaring at me with her icy blue eyes.
"Don't talk to me like that when you brought a guy home! We both know what you're thinking about if its him" I merely rolled my eyes, as I remembered all the times I talked to her about Kageyama, it's pretty obvious that I like him by now and technically shes not exactly wrong. "Okay okay I get it, just run along now" I huffed, sending her a small smile as she grabbed her bag and ran out the door, while I made my way towards my room.
"Hey sorry for taking so long" I chuckled, shifting my gaze around the room only to find Kageyama's eyes widened, staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. He stood by my closet shirt discarded on the floor, only to be replaced by one of my hoodies that was way to big for him, he looked so small in my clothing, but so god damn adorable I had to turn away to cover the sudden blush that even caused my ears to burn. "Ah! S-Sorry! I'll-" I quickly cut him off my shutting my door with a little more force then I intended, "It's okay! No need to worry, anyways would you like to watch a movie or something?" I asked, quickly trying to change the topic before I did anything I might regret later.
Kageyama merely nodded his head, fumbling with the strings of my hoodie. After a few moments of awkward silence I got a movie on, deciding to pick 'Before I wake' since horror movies seem to keep me at peace, however Kageyama quickly sat next to me on the bed, shuffling so close he was practically in my lap, it's not that I minded it though. Yet when the first jump scare appeared he jumped into my lap, gripping on tightly to my shirt with his legs wrapped around my waist, nearly forcing a groan past my lips from the sudden pressure.
"Hey Kagey-"
"Tobio."
"Huh?" I blinked, hesitantly moving my hands to his waist to keep him in place. "C-Call me Tobio" He stuttered out, looking between my eyes as mine almost immediately moved to his lips, "Tobio.." I whispered, loving the way it rolled off my tongue, and apparently he loved it to, from the sudden shiver that ran down his spine, and the way his grip on me tightened. "Please [Y/n], please kiss me" He whimpered, as I captured his lips with mine, feeling the restraint leave my body at the sound of his moans. His fingers instantly wove through the back of my hair, tugging hard enough to where I couldn't help but groan while I dragged my tongue across his lower lip, pushing my tongue past his parted lips, earning a soft moan from the setter.
The heat of his mouth was to addicting, letting my tongue roll over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, causing him to grind his hips into my own. My mouth instantly latched onto his jaw as my hands moved to his hips, keeping the movement going just so I could hear the occasional whimpers that emitted from his throat against his will. "S-Senpai!" My eyes narrowed at the name, letting out a husky growl while I dragged my hand up his thigh and towards the waistband of his shorts. "C'mon Tobio, even now you decide against saying my name?" I hummed, pressing my lips to the spot behind his ear, feeling him shudder under my touch.
"I guess that's alright.." I smirked, running my hands under the oversized hoodie in order to pull it off him, letting it drop to the floor as I leaned forward, pressing Kageyama's back to the bed, "Cause I'll have you screaming it in no time." I didn't give him time to respond, catching any words he had with my lips, slowly gliding my hands up his athletic build, loving the way it felt beneath my finger tips. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of him beneath me, it was something I definitely hoped I got to see more of, slowly I slipped my hand past the band of his shorts, running my fingers over his twitching cock that forced a shiver down his spine, causing my pants to tighten uncomfortably from the intoxicating sight.
"O-Off" He whimpered, tugging at the bottom of my shirt which I gladly pulled off, watching as his eyes took in every detail of my upper body, those beautiful piercing blue eyes now darkened with desire, a desire I happily shared. With a lazy smirk I brought three fingers towards his lips, narrowing my eyes as he happily took them in his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue up my middle finger, letting my mind wonder what it would feel like to have my cock in his mouth instead. With a quick shake of my head I pulled my fingers away to tug off his shorts, throwing them somewhere in the corner of my room.
We could do that some other time.
Bringing my lips to his ear I kissed it softly, resting my other hand on his hip, "This'll hurt a bit alright? I'll move when you're ready" Kaageyama merely nodded, eagerly bucking his hips up in anticipation that caused me to chuckle softly until I pressed my middle finger to his entrance, slowly sliding it in. Kageyama's nails dug into the skin on my back, letting out soft whimpers as I kissed his forehead and his lips, trying to distract him from the feeling, which seemed to work since he wiggled around, letting out a breathy moan. Carefully I started to pump my finger inside him, trying to be gentle since it seemed like his first time, "M-More!" He whimpered, dragging his nails down my back in a slow motion that forced a groan past my parted lips. Granting his wish I slipped in another finger, moving them in a scissoring motion that caused him to cry out, and soon enough I found the special spot I was looking for that had him screaming.
Pulling my fingers out I ignored his disappointed whine and unbuckled my pants, pull them off along with my boxers, only for Kageyama to wrap his leg around my hip in attempt to pull me closer to him, "H-Hurry." His plea sounded like music to my ears, loving the way he begged for me to take him and for a moment I thought about teasing him, but quickly pushed the thought away as I pushed my cock inside him, groaning at the way his walls tightened around me."S-Senpai!" He gasped out, taking in deep breaths in order to calm himself down while my eyes darkened from the name, "Pl-Please move.." He whined, trying to move but my grip on his hips tightened, keeping him in place.
"What's my name?"
My voice deepened as I spoke, earning a moan from the setter beneath me, desperately trying to get some sort of friction, but I wouldn't allow it until he complied. "[Y-Y/n] please.." With a satisfied smirk I slowly rocked my hips, giving him the pleasure he was begging for while I pressed my lips to his neck, biting softly at the side of his neck before my hands moved under his thighs, pushing them forward so I could get more access inside him. The sudden movement forced a small whimper to emit from his throat, but it was when I hit his prostate that he arched his back, screaming out my name as his nails dug deeper into my skin.
Keeping a mental note of where it is, I repeatedly hit that spot, while letting out soft moans of my own as his walls tightened around me, drawing my climax closer, so with that thought in mind I wrapped my hand around Kageyama's cock, pumping it slowly while running my thumb over the slit. "[Y/N]! F-Faster! Pl-please, I'm close!" Kageyama pleaded, moving his hips in rhythm with mine as I smirked down at him, taking in the details of his sweat drenched hair that clung to his face, his eyes snapped closed tightly, as his body shuddered beneath me when I picked up the pace, slamming into him just to hear those sweet high pitched whimpers.
"[Y/n]!" He screamed, while his nails pierced the skin on my back, but I didn't mind it much as he cummed in my hand. "Just a little more" I groaned feeling my own orgasm draw closer, with a heavy breath I moved to pull out, just to feel Kageyama's legs keep me in place, "C-Cum inside.." He stuttered, hair bouncing with every thrust I made until I finally stopped when I came inside him, sending a shudder through his body once more as my muscles tensed.
I fell beside him since I didn't want to crush him under my weight, trying to steady my breathing before turning my gaze back towards him. "Are you okay?" My voice was barley above a whisper, and luckily he still managed to hear me, "I-Ive been wanting.. To do that for so long" He chuckled in a breathy tone, opening his eyes a bit to smile at me. My heart fluttered in my chest and I drew him closer to me, letting him cuddle up against me even though my body feels all nasty and sweaty.
"Do you want to wait or take a shower now?" I groaned, pressing my nose into his hair.
"Mm, later.."
With a final nod I kissed his forehead, wrapping my arms around his waist protectively, "You're mine now."
"I was hoping you'd say that.."
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I heard there was a shortage of Diavolo requests, lets fix that shall we? We've all seen that scenario post about MC sassing Diavolo so much that he reminds her that he could easily kill them only to be surprised and turned on when MC says "I know". So how about: "I'm gonna strangle you.”“Is that a promise?”
I hope you don’t mind that I used a female reader for this one. I will admit this went way more self indulgent than I expected.
This branches off from canon story at around 15-10, when they are on the way to Diavolo’s to try to talk to him about Belphie, right before the reality shift. I have Reader/MC going ahead of the group to speak to Diavolo in private.TW for choking
The door to Diavolo’s office clicked behind you. It had taken some convincing, but you’d gotten them to agree to let you try talking to Diavolo first, as a somewhat neutral third party. It had been decided you would come here first, the others following shortly after. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “Lord Diavolo, sir…”
He held up a hand to stop you, leaning back against the edge of his desk. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told you at Purgatory hall: This is a Devildom matter, and quite frankly, none of your business.”
You stood straighter. “And I beg to differ. After all, it was my world he was wanting to destroy, and as one of two human exchange students here, that does make it in part my concern. Also, I wanted to speak to you on Lucifer’s behalf as well. His solution was the best he could come up with that both upheld his oath to you and protected his family. That’s a hard thing to reconcile when the two are at cross purposes.”
“I recognize that; otherwise instead of house arrest, Lucifer would be in chains in the dungeon with Belphegor. What he did is treason as well, regardless of the reasons.”
You shook your head. “Lucifer intended on keeping Belphegor there until he changed his mind. He-”
Diavolo cut your next words off, his eyes narrowing. “And might I remind you that you were working with Belphegor to release him. For that alone, I should be holding you complicit.”
A thread of fear worked its way through you as you realized you could be on thin ice too. “Granted, though he was deceiving me as to who he was and why he was trapped there. But, Belphegor did not try to harm me in the time we were together. How do you know he hasn’t changed his mind?”
“You were together for a scant few hours. WIth Beelzebub there the whole time. He didn’t have the opportunity to harm you.” He pushed off the desk, standing in front of you at his full height. “I’ve let you say your piece but it doesn’t change matter.”
You tipped your head back, ignoring the fact that his presence always lit a spark of want when he stood over you like this. “Please, just let them talk to him.”
Irritation creased his forehead, the steady thrum of his power that you’d always noticed faintly rising in prominence. “The answer is no. He’s accused of treason, what he might feel now doesn’t change his previous actions.”
“But they’ve all been apart for so long. This started from heartache, you have the power to keep it from ending in more-” You winced, taking a step back as you were buffeted by the force of his power forcing the shift to his demon form. If possible he was even larger than a moment ago.
You could see his knuckles paling from the pressure of how hard he clenched his fists to maintain control. “Enough, human. I’ve humored your plea but this matter is not your concern, human representative or no. Remember you are also guilty in this situation. If you continue to argue, I will strangle you to silence you.”
Damn your mouth, but you couldn’t stop the tiny “Is that a promise?” that slipped out. Your eyes widened as you realized you said it out loud and that no matter how quietly you said it, the way his head snapped back you knew he’d heard you. You didn’t even have a chance to react before your back hit the door with a thud, Diavolo’s hand loosely around your throat. Absently, you saw his other hand in the corner of your vision and heard the soft snap of the lock sliding into place. A soft whimper escaped you, but the fear you knew you should be feeling was tempered with desire.
Swallowing thickly, the motion only barely hindered by his hand, you closed your eyes, not wanting to see the expression on his face as he bent closer to you. His hand tightened the slightest bit, wringing a needy gasp from your lips, making your thighs squeeze tight against themselves. His voice was low when he spoke, lips just barely brushing against your ear. “I’d ask if that was some sort of joke, but I already know the answer. Don’t think to seduce me in hopes of using it as a bargaining chip. This doesn’t change my answer, Little One.” He nipped sharply at your neck once, just above where his fingers were curled around it.
Pulling back, his eyes caught and held yours. The intensity of his gaze and the knowledge of what was on the table made your pulse race, thumping hard against his hand. “Understood, sir.”
He released your neck, swooping down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You opened your mouth almost immediately, allowing his tongue to explore, twining your own tongue with it. A hand trailed up your thigh and under your skirt, moving across your belly, tugging your panties down your legs until they fell the rest of the way where you could step out of them. Guiding you to put your arms around his shoulders, he lifted you lightly by your waist, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he stepped forward, pinning your body against the door. He kissed you again, taking your wrists in his hand, raising your arms until they were pressed to the door over your head. One large hand was all it took to keep them in place, his other hand working it’s way between you, fingers tracing over your folds before slipping inside you. You bucked your hips against him, the moan you let out lost in the press of your lips to his.
You got brave, nipping at his lips when he pulled back for a moment earning you a growl and a second finger entering you. Whining, you ground your hips against his hand impatiently. Diavolo chuckled, removing his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against your core as he worked the top of his pants down to free his cock. He guided himself to your entrance, already the head pressing into you stretching you more than your impatience had allowed him to prepare you for. One hand still pinning your hands, the other hand shifted to your waist, pulling you down onto his length. He stilled as he fully seated himself in you, allowing your body a moment to adjust to him before he pulled out again, sliding back in again.
After the first careful thrusts, he hooked his free arm under your knee, shifting the angle at the same time he snapped his hips in a hard thrust, rattling the door on its hinges. You groaned, your walls tightening around him as he started ramming into you. As hard as he was gripping your thigh you were sure there’d be a set of bruises come morning but you couldn’t be bothered to care. His mouth roved over you, pressing kisses over your jaw, neck and upper chest, interspersing the kisses with love bites soothed over with his tongue. You could feel each thrust grinding his pelvis against your clit, driving your closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. As your walls started twitching around him Diavolo let go of your hands, instead lightly gripping your throat again, just enough to make your already elevated pulse race against his palm. You screamed as you came, the intensity of it making stars sparkle in your vision. You almost didn’t feel him slam into you once more, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep within you.
When he let go of your neck you dropped your forehead on his shoulder, panting as you came down from your high. It took you a minute to register that he was still hard and still gently thrusting into you. He picked up the pace again, and you groaned, your body already spent and overtaxed from the first round. “Please…too sensitive.” You felt him still, gently set your feet on the floor as he pulled out of you. Once you had your feet under you, you felt his hand on your shoulder, pressing down in an unspoken request. You looked up at him as you obeyed, sinking to your knees. You turned your focus from his face to his cock, still hard and wanting before your face.
You ran your hand along him, learning the shape and heft of his length before starting to stroke him. Meanwhile, you started curling your tongue around the head, kissing and licking at the tip before finally taking him in your mouth. You bobbed your head, rolling your tongue along the bottom of his shaft with each pass, your hand taking care of what you couldn’t comfortably take. Getting braver you sank as far as you could, feeling him nudge against the back of your throat before you pulled back again. His hand idly wove through your hair, nails scraping lightly over your scalp as you serviced him. You hummed, enjoying the way the vibrations made him twitch on your tongue. A warning tug on your hair pulled you back, and you sat back on your heels, his hand covering yours, continuing to stroke him. Realizing what he wanted, you opened your mouth just as the first wave of his orgasm hit, his seed spilling from your lips until you moved where you could catch it in your mouth. When his hand fell away from yours you smirked up at him, making a show of closing your mouth and licking the remnants off your lips before swallowing. The sight obviously affected him, his softening cock twitching as he growled softly. He tucked himself away before helping you to your feet.
You turned to retrieve your panties, slipping them back on before doing what you could to straighten your clothing out. Turning back to him, you weren’t surprised to see his normal form back in place, though it did make you laugh. “That must come in handy.”
He shrugged, tipping his head towards the door. “I do believe the others arrived a short while ago. They’d likely be concerned to find us locked in here for much longer.” He motioned for you to lead the way.
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The Others pt. 8-Final
Hey guys! Here is the final part to ‘The Others’ series. Thank you guys so much for all the love and support!
Read the whole series here:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Summary: It’s the end.
Warnings: Angst. You get hurt (I mean, its me and I can’t write angst so your fine. But still...you get hurt.) Fluff.
Summary: Sam x Psychic!Reader
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His yellow eyes never left yours, his overgrown smile making you feel uneasy under his gaze
Your skin was beginning to sore and bruise from the constant twisting and pulling you were doing. Your breath was fast and your heart was pounding in your chest. You shook your head and turned your eyes up to look at your surroundings. The table sat in the middle of the room, ready and waiting for you. The other demons all stood stoic and unmoving in their earie silence. You glanced over at Sam; he too was twisting his wrists against the ropes. Brandon moved from behind the two of you to stand next to the yellow eyed demon. His eyes turned black and a smile spread across his face. Before you knew it, he was gone. The yellow eyed demon shifted his gaze back to you and licked his lips.
“If you touch her, I will tear you apart.” Sam spat, his shoulders squaring.
“Got the love bug, Sammy? Careful, you know what happened the last time.” His eyes finally moving away from you.
“Take me instead.” He sounded like his confidence was waning.
“You? Oh no, Sam. I’ve got other plans for you.” He took a step towards you and your stomach dropped.
Dean parked outside the fraternity house and went to the trunk, grabbing things for the hunt. He slipped a gun in the waistband of his pants and a knife in his boot. He took a long drag from a flask and put it back into his jacket. He walked up the stairs and leaned against the wall, tilting his head to look in the window. Brandon sat at a table, his eyes black and his fists balled. Dean kicked the door in and entered the house.
“Where are they!” He screamed; his face hard as he raised his gun.
“Right where we want them.” Brandon said, his lips curling into a wicked grin. Dean narrowed his eyes and weighed his options before deciding on the only choice he really had. Fight through.
The yellow eyed demon rested his hands on your chair and leaned forward. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
“Get away from her!” Sam screamed, the legs of his chair bouncing along the concrete floor. You felt his breath as he inhaled your scent deep into his lungs. You turned your face away, your stomach flipping inside you. His breath was hot against your skin. You felt violated. Disgusted. Your nose crinkled and you tried to swallow down the feeling in your gut.
“Perfect.” He exhaled as he stood, letting you finally breathe.
“Just leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this.” Sam pleaded.
“Nothing to do with this? Why do you think I chose this college? For her.” Yellow eyes said. Your chest tightened and your heart dropped in your chest. All those girls got hurt because of you? They all were just pieces of the puzzle about you? All of this was your fault.
“What?” You spoke for the first time, your eyes moving to his yellow ones.
“Don’t listen, Y/N. Demons lie all the time.” Sam tried to reassure you. You looked over at him out of the corner of your eye. Praying that he was right.
“Oh, Sammy. Don’t be so mean. We tell the truth all the time.” He turned back to the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest.
“No.” You said back, your teeth gritting against one another in anger.
“You see darling, you have some of the purest and most potent blood I have ever smelt. You are one powerful psychic from a line of powerful psychics.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you tilted back slightly in your chair.
“No one in my family is psychic.” You said back.
“Your grandmother was one, and her mother and her mother before that. It is a lineage that goes back generations. It skipped your mother for some reason, but that doesn’t matter because you are the most powerful one yet.” Your heart was pounding inside your chest as your mind frantically took in this new information. What? No. How could this be? “You, are the one I have been waiting for. Your blood will bring Beelzebub to earth.” He was so sure of himself as he spoke.
“You’re Azazel.” Sam said, his head tilting back slightly as he finally put a name to the evil that had haunted him his whole life.
“Bingo.” The demon snapped his fingers and made awkward finger guns at Sam. You saw Sam sink into himself as all his strength left his body. There was something about watching Sam lose his vigor that ignited something within you. You felt the flame that was sitting in your chest begin to grow. Your breathing steadied and became heavy and long in your lungs. Your head tilted down slightly while still looking into his yellow eyes. The small fame began to expand into a full and grown fire, spreading throughout your blood. Goosebumps covered your skin and you could feel the power within you growing.
The door to the basement slammed open as Brandon threw Dean down the stairs. He rolled across the floor, his body limp and his eyes closed. You heard Sam’s breath catch in his throat. Felt your heart stop at the same time as his. Sam's Adams apple bobbed in his neck, his lip twitching in anger. He was beginning to get his strength back. Beginning to feel the energy building within him once again. Brandon’s onyx eyes looked up at Azazel and a telepathic communication was passed between them. His eyes then slid over to you and a tingle ran down your spine. He began to walk over to you and you instinctively leaned back in your chair, your wrists working faster. He pulled a knife out of his waistband and smiled as your eyes went wide. You heard Sam’s chair moving next to you. Heard his grunting and panicked breaths in your ear. Brandon leaned down in front of you and ran the blade along your cheek.
“I will kill you; I swear to god!” Sam’s deep voice was echoing off the walls in the quiet room. Brandon completely ignored him, all his focus on you.
“Shall we?” He asked you as he dragged the blade over your chest. He stood and cut the ropes holding you, grabbing your arm and yanking you out of the chair. His fingers dug into the flesh of your bicep, holding you incredibly tight. It was almost like you left your body then. The fear consumed you in its paralyzing embrace, rendering you stiff and unfeeling.
“No. No. NO!” Sam was shaking, his long fingers working at the ropes. Tears were running down his face, making the vision of you being dragged away blurry. You were so caught up in your panic that you had forgotten to react. You snapped back into yourself, and turned your face towards Sam. Your eyes connected and the wave of energetic calm washed over you again. That feeling that you had experienced ever since the first time you met Sam filled you wholly. You felt the emotion wash through you, the flame ignited once more. A loud and sharp breath filled your lungs. You pushed against Brandon, your feet coming to a halt on the ground. He turned and snarled at you, his top lip curling in disgust for you. You swallowed all your fear and panic. You let it all settle in your gut and felt it turning into something else. You felt your body begin to digest that total despair and turn it into anger. Anger for all the girls who laid on this table before you. Anger for Jenny and what she now had to carry with her for the rest of her life. Anger for what this demon had took from the man that you were quickly falling in love with. Anger for Dean’s bloodied and broken face and soul. Finally, anger for yourself. You felt yourself fill with a new found rage for these demons and their so called “plan”. For their exploitation of you for your oh so precious blood.
“No.” You said, your jaw jutting forward. Brandon practically growled and wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. You kicked your legs hard, your torso twisting. You clawed at him, feeling his skin slide under your fingernails. He threw you on top of the table. You were still fighting as he began to pin your arms and legs down. He slapped you across the face, hard. You felt the sting along your skin. Felt the slow burn spread across your cheek.
“Let’s begin.” He said, his eyes glancing back over to the yellow eyed demon.
Sam watched in horror as Brandon tightened the straps around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the table. His hand came down hard across your face. Sam’s muscles clenched as a reaction to the harsh sound. Your cheek was red and your nails were bloody. Your hips bucked against the table, trying desperately to get free.
“No!” You said again, Sam could hear the anger in your voice. Feel your heart beating just as fast and as loud as his. A demon stepped forward and ran his knife over your skin. You screamed a loud and painful scream that made Sam shake with agony. Another one was next, slicing through your smooth and perfect skin. Azazel stepped forward and took the blade from the demon, he tapped the blade over a bowl and began to chant in Latin. Sam could only make out one word “Beelzebub”. His stomach dropped and his heart skipped a beat. There was a change in the air and then they started to appear. Spirits. They were everywhere. Some of them were in long white hospital gowns, others were in more modern clothing. The girls were there too, Sam recognized them from their missing posters. The spirits looked as if they were fading, a glow around them slowly diminishing.
“He’s feeding off their energy, just like the book said.” Sam mumbled to himself. It all made sense now. The college, you, the abandoned sanitarium. The frat house was the closest building that was still used by the college to the sanitarium. All the pieces fell into place. The ground started to shake. A light was emerging from the basement floor. Sam watched as the spirits tried to fight it, but couldn’t. Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. Between watching you being tortured and the sounds of your screams, his adrenalin was too high. He closed his eyes and pulled against the ropes as hard as he could. He could feel his muscles straining against his shirt, feel his sweat running down his face. The ropes gave and his arms spread out wide. He stood and began walking over to you when he felt it.
You were screaming on the table. Pain and agony radiated through every inch of your body. You felt them before you saw them. Felt their energy. The spirits started to appear around you, filling the entire room. You made eye contact with one of the girls that the frat had tortured and killed on the very table you were on now. She held so much sadness in her eyes. So much agony laid to rest with her. You suddenly knew what you had to do. You closed your eyes and focused, feeling the energy from them fill you. Your whole life you had avoided them. Let them tell you their message and be on with their way. You had always assumed that you were here to help them. You never thought about how they could help you.
The room changed. The air was so thick with electricity that Sam could almost see it, feel it in the static. He looked back over at you and saw that you were practically pulsating. There was a loud sound in the distance, almost as if there was a train approaching. He could feel the air getting even thicker around him. The hair on the back of his neck and arms rose. A tingle ran down his spine and a cold sweat took over his body. A ringing sound started in his ears. It was slow and soft at first, but then it became louder and louder. The demons began to notice the change too. The yellow eyed demon looked around the room, noticing the static in it.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled down at you, holding his own knife to your chest. Your screams were so loud and so hurt. You were doing this. Your power was pushing back against the demons.
“NO!” Your voice screamed again, there was an almost audible pulse that came off of you. Like a ripple in the air. The light coming from the ground faded and the spirits all became bright lights and then disappeared, at peace finally. Sam watched in utter amazement as one by one the demons smoked out. The black smoke piling together and vanishing through the doors and windows. Brandon was shaking in his place, his skin twitching and his eyes turning from black to normal. Then the smoke poured out of his mouth as well and he crumpled to the ground like the others. The yellow eyed demon was knocked off his feet by Dean tackling him to the ground. Dean climbed on top of him and raised a knife.
“See you soon.” The demon said before smoking out as well, leaving an unconscious man in his wake. Sam and Dean stared down at his face; they couldn’t stop from feeling the shame and guilt from once again not being able to kill this demon. Sam was pulled out of his trance by the sound of your voice.
“Sam.” You mumbled his name. Your voice was weak and broken sounding. He quickly ran to you and began to undo the straps.
“Hey, I'm here. I’m right here, Y/N.” He undid the last strap and wrapped his large hands around your face. His fingers dug into your hair and his eyes tried to connect with yours. Your eyes were rolling in their sockets, you were exhausted. Using that much power and strength had completely drained you. Sam could feel how tired you were. How utterly spent you were. He could feel it in himself too, the feeling of your hearts beating in time once again. He quickly picked you up into his arms. Your head turned into his chest and nuzzled into him slightly. He carried you out of the house with Dean right behind him. He laid in the backseat with you, turning you so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your head rested on his shoulder.
“Is she ok?” Dean asked, his eyes looking at the two of you through the rearview mirror.
“I’m not sure. She’s still breathing.” Sam answered.
“Sam.” Your voice was even breathier than last time. His large hands smoothed over your head and down your back. His fingers pulled up the bottom of your shirt slightly so his skin could move over yours.
“Shh, Y/N. You did so good, I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so good.” He whispered into your ear.
Sam laid you out on your bed and took your hand in his. Your eyes were closed, your breathing coming in heavy and slow. He got a washcloth and began to clean your wounds. You had several cuts along your skin, some shallow and some deep. He gently wrapped them in gauze and made sure to check every inch of you for more injuries. He then climbed into the bed next to you and gathered you securely into his arms. He cried into your hair for a while. Everything had been so crazy. The demon was right there and once again he got away. Once again, he was too quick for them. They needed the colt and they needed to kill this son of a bitch. But you were safe. At the moment, that seemed to be the only thing that mattered to Sam. You were the only thing that mattered to Sam. He had loved Jess, there was no denying that. He would have been a lucky and happy man to spend the rest of his life with her, but you. You were different there was something about you that Sam couldn’t let go of. You were everything to him now. He would never let you go. He closed his eyes, images of your smile floating through his mind, and allowed himself to finally fall asleep.
You woke to the sun on your face. You scrunched your nose slightly and tried to roll over, only to find out you were caged against Sam. His body was hot and firm against yours. You smiled to yourself and then the memories came. The memories of the demons. The knifes. The blood. You looked down at your arm and saw that it was wrapped in gauze. Your fingertips danced across it slightly, remembering the cut underneath. Your lip quivered and your lips parted. You sniffled and tried to bury yourself closer into Sam. He was calming you slightly, but nothing could stop the overwhelming feeling of the situation. Sam spun you in his arms and let you cry into his chest for however long you needed. Eventually, your eyes dried and your breathing steadied. You moved so you could look into Sam’s everchanging eyes. These were the eyes you wanted to look into for the rest of your life. These were the eyes that held so much pain, but still expressed joy and love. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his nose running across your hairline.
“I’m so happy you’re ok.” He whispered into the quiet room.
“Right back at ya.” You mumbled into his chest. This was it. Your life would never be the same. You didn’t know how you were going to do this, but you knew you had to. You knew that you could never be without Sam. Never fall asleep next to anyone else. Never wake to anything but his strong arms around you. Never love a sound more than his laugh. You decided right then and there that you were going with him. Forever. There was nothing the two of you couldn’t do. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.
“I love you, Y/N.” His lips whispered against yours.
“I love you so much, Sam.” Your fingers twisted into his hair. The two of you laughed together.
“You gave me everything I ever wanted and more.” His smile was wide across his face and his eyes never left yours.
“You’re my everything.” You bit your lip, tracing his face with your fingertips.
Two days later
You placed your last shirt into your bag and zipped it up. You looked around your room and let out a breath. You were saying goodbye to everything you had ever known. No more trying to be normal. No more trying to fit in. You were going with Sam and Dean. You would find this demon and kill it. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes and taking a cleansing breath. You felt arms around your waist and immediately melted into Sam. His lips danced over your neck and shoulder, warm and wet kisses in their wake. You spun in his arms and smiled at him.
“I’ve never met anyone who understands me like you do.” You said, twisting your fingers into his hair.
“I know what you mean. I feel the same way about you.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes.
The boys helped you pack your things into the trunk and Dean came over to you.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you, his green eyes serious.
“I never belonged here. I always belonged with Sam. I see that now.” You smiled at him, your hand touching him on the shoulder.
“Me too.” He smiled back at you.
“Me three.” Said Sam, draping his arm across your shoulders. The three of you all climbed into the impala. You ran your hands over the cool leather of the backseat and let your body sink into the comfort. The engine roared to life and as the three of you drove off there was no telling what life had in store. You could have never imagined the road ahead, but there was always something telling you that it was the right path. You were psychic after all.
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* you know rina benton-moa, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to reinvent by phoebe green like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole fury encased by the reflection of daylight in the eyes; lines etched into skin from lifetimes over of squinting into midsummer skies, odd trinkets lined carelessly along a mantlepiece shrouded by aged dust, a split in the lip lancing keenly as the tongue darts out to wet it thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is july 15th, so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
hi i’m cee .. u all know me...... regrettably gone for a cutla weeks but now i’m back ready n waiting to finally write rina (rip to their intro i never wrote last time around) kisses u all so tenderly let us plot shall we.......
AESTHETICS.
a weather-worn baseball cap ( jacksonville jazz festival 1983 ) adorned with dried sweat akin to the rings of saturn that collects dust on the back seat of a car, neglected piles of unopened government letters spilling from a haphazard tower onto the floor, a moth-eaten cotton shirt, johnny cash at four a.m. on the jukebox hits radio station, hand me down trainers marred by crowsfoot grass stains, dollar store candy older than your own existence, blinking grocery store fluorescent lights, the acrid scent of tyres set aflame.
CHARA INSPO.
frankie ( animal kingdom ), theo ( catherine house ), libby bray ( dark places ), frances ( conversations with friends ), ruth ( ozark ), tommy ( never let me go )
BACKGROUND.
lilac ridge’s newest, unwelcome baby for 1997. rina’s mother is gone before they have the chance to memorise a voice, the touch of a hand on their fever-ridden forehead. she forever remains in old polaroids - their parents look happy here, sun-blushed and clutching amber bottles of schlitz. their dad tries and tries, often in a futile effort, to be the parent an unruly rina needs. that old woman in the trailer next to them hates the saturday morning cartoons that they play too loud: she says the catdog theme loops in her sleep, now.
TW NEGLECT despite the one or two friends rina manages to keep, school isn’t lonely. it’s lilac ridge that’s hollow, an ugly reflection of the way their father returns wordlessly to the chair found on hard rubbish collection day once, gesturing for a drink and waving them out of the trailer as he lights a cigarette. he doesn’t say he’s lonely. they’re too young to understand, or too foolhardy, and spends the afternoon fashioning bracelets from creek reeds until the cicadas quiet and the evening sky turns imperial violet, led back by constellations. some nights, rina isn’t there but in the alien comfort of a tentative friend’s trundle bed, eyes fixed on the owl nightlight and stereo that emits a soft tick as it reaches the end of a 4kids cd. TW END
the trailer is often empty without warning. rina’s in fernandina beach, florida one month. the next two, it is macon, georgia. the louisiana dirge for a friend of a friend of a friend’s funeral holds their attention better than any maths teacher can. to make friends is hard, but money is money and it puts food on the table. rina becomes used to tucking away their life in a tattered rucksack. prized possessions are rare. when they find one, it makes a home at the very bottom of their bag, cushioned by old newspaper and a spare pair of socks.
one tepid night, rina wakes to a clear desert sky wheeling above them. in the front seat, knees cramped under a too-thin blanket, their father is nowhere to be found in the street emptied by midnight. without keys the radio doesn’t start. for hours, they wait in silence for him to return. he does, eventually, fifty dollars short and reeking of beer.
TW DEATH live and let die — an eighty-cent find from a gas station in texas that exists permanently under a layer of dust some time in the nineties, the garish yellow sticker stubbornly remains on the back window of her father’s car. it’s not a day after his funeral that she peels it off. cirrhosis and failing lungs, they say. the more stubborn parts of the sticker come away easily by the blade of a pocket knife and sat on the bottom cinder block step to the now-empty trailer back at lilac ridge, rina sets it alight. the sticker melts and warps above the flame. heat stings the pad of their thumb that grips to the top of it for as long as they can bear it and the melted bits stick to the hem of the navy dress the old lady next door lent them for the day. she asks if they need anything else. they say no. TW END
at sixteen, nobody has impeccable financing. rina doesn’t leave irving until after graduating high school, sustenance made off cup noodles that they microwave despite the label saying not to, a quick buck made to sit the SAT for that quarterback who thinks he’s hot shit, yale material, for the mousy girl who likes literature written by dead people exclusively and scrunches her nose up at rina’s rates, upfront, but pushes across the seventy bucks anyway. the school’s careers counsellor catches them eventually - you could make it into an ivy league if you applied yourself a bit more. rina’s brow quirks. their grades are fine, more than fine. what else do they need to do?
on blind faith alone — a rarity, perhaps something rina let free after the hideous, lonely last two years — hands that never quiver submit college applications. pre-med at dartmouth awaits, but two years in the structure and demand wigs them out. lilac ridge is the glue trap dangling from the ceiling and rina is the fly, buzzing relentlessly. they are nothing, just as they suspected.
TRAITS & QUIRKS.
dumbass sun, fuckwit moon, muppet rising
unofficial mensa member with zero motivation. self-help books won’t work, neither will a stern word from an exasperated mentor
at their core, all seems numb. rina is nowhere close to understanding themselves. really, there’s a stubbornness that makes them reliable, even at the worst of times. a warmth, too, not a raging flame but embers that never go cold. hands which caress despite the bruised knuckles and nail bitten fingertips. outwardly, rina’s personality depends on whichever standout film or book antihero has their attention at the time.
petty criminal and relegated to dead-end jobs because of it. it’s rare for a boss to re-hire them, simply because their habit of up and leaving town without warning is too expensive and too frustrating
refused bail once for being a flight risk on account of their propensity to disappear into a louisiana bayou
although rina has never breathed a word of it to anyone, they’re desperate to scrape together enough money to leave for new zealand and track down their mother’s family, if only for the prospect of a better life than thier father’s derelict trailer, the only inheritance received from him
absolute parasite :/
julian assange apologist. took up skateboarding after the infamous ecuadorian embassy footage came on the news one evening
on that note, rina hacks for a spot of extra money. cites their resume for it, so they’re reliable. it consists of them hacking into the irving mayor’s website once and photoshopping che guevara onto the face of every councillor
WANTED PLOTS.
ummmmm
a childhood friend, particularly one whose house rina ended up staying at far longer than planned on account of concerned parents
rina’s natural enemy whose own rigid academics competed against their disorganisation and confounding, cherry red a+’s. bonus: debate club rivals
literally anything. i’ll take it. gimme
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Sobriety
Chase Brody has been doing everything to combat his alcoholism; going to AA, therapy, being social, exercising...and yet it still isn’t enough. One afternoon, a year after his divorce, Jackie drives him home.
tw: alcoholism, panic attacks, car accident ment, suicide ment.
"So, how was it?"
Chase shrugs, both to slide his backpack off and to answer. He puts the bag in the backseat, then twists back around to buckle himself in. Jackie, mask off and in a plain red hoodie and worn jeans, as opposed to his jumpsuit, sits in the driver's seat, fingers drumming against the wheel in sync with whatever metal is playing on the stereo, Chase doesn't know—he's too tired to go through the challenge of deciphering the lyrics. The chaotic banging of drums and rippling guitar riffs about sum up the state his head's at.
"It was fine," he says coolly, "I guess. Todd brought his guitar this time." Todd—Todd Danvers—being the head of the group. Great guy, might've made it as a part of the church ensemble, if he hadn't drunken so much wine like every meal was communion. Washed his face in the tub of holy water they have at the door, that's what Todd had told them all, that first day, when Chase was still having the shakes.
"What'd he sing?" Jackie glances over at him as he twists the key in the ignition. The car hums to life, and they pull out of the center's parking lot with a low rumble.
"Pretty cover of What Have They Done To You Know. Daniel Knox? Funny, you wouldn't think a guy like him would be into that kind of indie music."
Jackie laughs, though it's not as bubbly as Chase thought it would be. It's more like an exhale Jackie leans into.
There's no conversation that follows, so the clicking turn signal, honking cars passing by, and radio fill the silence. He's gotten better at his anxiety with cars. Chase picks at the neon bandages on his fingers—the story is that he tried rather unsuccessfully to build a shelf—nails, all that, you know—but that's not what happened.
Promise a man, a very wasted, high off his rocker man, a few hundred bucks and he just might cut his whole hand off for you. He'll play the knife game like a roulette wheel, spinning and spinning, until he hits the jackpot, or until he has no fingers.
Nicks for nickels, that's what his buddies down at the bar say. Nicks for nickels. Money isn't easy to come by lately and he doesn't want to have to depend on Jackie's or his brothers' help for the rest of his life. It isn't fair.
So, he works, doing odds and ends and stupid dares, because the companies in the city aren't hot on having a recovering alcoholic under their brand. We'll call you back. Your resume looks great, Mr. Brody, you'll be at the top of our list. You'll be a fine employee.
Ha. Right. Three weeks later? Not a single call, nor email. Nicks for nickels again those nights that followed.
"Where's your mind at, Chase?" Jackie says amiably, once they're on the long stretch of road heading towards the house. "What're you thinking about?"
"My shelf," Chase answers, trying his best to sound mournful, stretching his bandaged fingers out in front of him, "Hurt like a son of a bitch to put it together."
Jackie's mouth presses down into a flat line. He says nothing for a few moments. He changes the station. Something light and electric plays.
“You know, you could've called me," Jackie says eventually, when they've hit the chorus. "I'm a champ at furniture building. You should see Henrik's desk now; beautiful, if I do say so myself."
He may sound proud, but he's still frowning.
Chase picks at the hem of his ratty grey hoodie; he doesn't even remember where he got it.
"I handled Patricia myself," he shrugs.
"Patricia—the shelf has a name now?" That gets a laugh out of the hero, and Chase smiles a bit. Jackie's laugh had always been infectious. "Well, you did a fine job, in any case."
"You're right, though: I'm not as good as you and JJ at that furniture stuff," Chase admits, and cuts Jackie off before he can protest. "No, no, it's true. I've always been the tech guy."
"'suppose so," Jackie amends. He pauses, turns the radio down, then asks hesitantly, "Chase, how'd you hurt your hands?"
The lie comes instantly. "I told you, Jackie—Patricia fought me tooth and nails!"
"No, Chase, that's not what happened." Jackie's voice is firm, if not stern. It's a scolding tone of voice that only Henrik uses with Chase, so it makes him look away in guilt. "Please. Tell me what's really going on. If—If someone's hurting you, or something, I'll—"
"—No, Jackie, it's not like that! I..." Chase rises on the defense.
"Then, what is it, Chase?"
"It's none of your damn business!" He can't stop his voice from raising. He's quick to anger these days—an after affect of the drinking.
"I'm your brother!" He's still looking at the road. His grip is tight on the steering wheel. "Of course it's my damn fucking business! I'm worried about you Chase, and—"
"I don't need you to look after me!"
"Then, who will, Chase? Henrik? Marvin? Jamie? Fucking Robbie? If I don't look after you, you'll...you'll hurt yourself again and I can't let that happen!"
"I can handle myself."
"Clearly, you can't."
"Oh, because I'm a screw-up, is that it? I'm a nobody who isn't good at anything, who almost killed himself—"
"Stop it."
"—is that it, Jackie? Is it because I'm a suicidal disaster?"
"You know what?" Jackie punctuates, "Maybe that is it." Maybe you are a fucking screw-up."
The anger and disappointment in his voice is so raw it silences. He knows that this is just a row, but it still terrifies him, the way Jackie sounds so much like...Anti.
Blood rushes through his eardrums and it feels like he's about to burst. His heart runs a hundred miles a second and it hurts. He can feel his pulse behind his eyes, in his fingertips, in his mouth. Jackie disappears from his view as the edges of his version grow black.
He can't breathe.
Is this what a heart attack is?
The world shifting in and out of focus, like a bad camera, and the road disappearing, like the headlights were never there, like he isn't in a car again, barrelling down a street he can barely see, with the kids in the back, and God, Stacy, I know, okay? I know! Please, don't yell—please don't yell at me! I'm trying not to drink anymore—N-No, I'm not drunk— in the front seat, and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, and he is, in fact, drunk, so the world is swimming around him and, CHASE—!
The windshield shatters into a million pieces.
It happens so slowly Chase can touch the glass as it flies past him. He's in the driver's seat now. He looks to his right, and Stacy is there, beautiful Stacy, her face smacking into the dashboard. He looks down at himself. He's uninjured. He's wearing a ratty grey hoodie, red Converse, blue jeans. In his reflection in the rear view mirror, his brown hair has green strokes; he had done a poor dyeing job.
Chase closes his eyes.
"What is real?" His therapist's voice comes back to him, clinical and calm. In this moment, in this panic—ask yourself, "What is real and what isn't?"
He opens his eyes.
Real: He is uninjured.
Not real: Stacy and the kids are here at this moment.
“R-Real," he whispers, "I am in a car. Not real: it's S-Stacy's car." He looks around to the backseat, but can't bear to look at the kids. He keeps his gaze on the floor. "Real: m-my backpack is on the seat. Not r-real: the kids are here."
He dares to look up. His backpack is there, black and canvas, with multiple patches. It's half open. Inside are comic books and his laptop. He twists back around, staring head-on at the blank, empty road, like someone forgot to continue building the rest of the world. Either that or there is no world outside of this one car crash.
A car crash that happened all of two years ago. He's surprised that his other regular nightmare isn't here.
One night in March (it was now September), he had gotten a visit from their eldest brother. Chase had been drunk at the time, swearing and bawling, so when Anti showed up...Chase did the stupid thing: he took a swing at the demon, thinking he was going to take something else away from him. Of course, he didn't like that.
A scar, eight or nine inches deep, on his abdomen twitches. He puts a hand to it. That had been the night he swore off drinking, for good.
"Lots of good it did you."
Chase jumps, and screams when he catches two empty black pits staring at him intently from the rear view mirror. That voice. Speak of the damn devil and he shall appear.
"Y-You're not real," he says, voice cracking out of pure terror, "You a-aren't real!"
:Oh, I'm very real, Chase," Anti appears beside him in the passenger seat, clipping through Stacy, who's blood drips in slow motion. He is just as demonic as Chase remembers him; black, empty eyes that dripped like ink down his pale cheeks, all black attire, his Converse up on the dashboard, and the grossly shiny red gash across his neck. He almost looks like Jack, in a way.
"N-Not real, not real—"
"Say it all you want, Brody, but I am real. I've come to finish the job."
"W-What?"
"Hold still."
A hand closed around his neck, pushing him back, his head smacking into the car door. He cries out, arms lashing wildly and legs thrashing, but Anti isn't deterred. The knife glints above his head. The shards of glass reflect upon it, making it shimmer in all sorts of colors. The radio goes wild; static, static static, filling the world, making Chase's ears ring with its volume.
"D-Don't do this, please, God, fuck, don't—What do you want from me?!"
Anti smiles. His eyes turn grey-blue, white scleroses. His gash disappears.
He's a perfect reflection of Jack.
"Sobriety," he says, in Jack's achingly calm, innocent voice, "Is that too much to ask, Chase?"
"Fuck, no, no, please—!"
The knife comes down into his heart.
"Chase?"
Anti's...Jack's voice echoes in his ears. It sounds so far away.
Not real: Jack talking to him.
"Chase?"
Real: he's about to die.
"—CHASE!"
He jolts awake, panting for air like he had been drowning. His face, neck, and shirt are certainly wet; he's sweating bullets. His hands are shaking something awful. Chase swings his gaze around, trying to take in everything at once.
"No, Chase, please—l-look, look at me!" Hands touch his cheeks gently and he flinches. They return, directing his eyes forward. Jack...no, not Jack—the hair is a neon green...Jackie. Jackie looks at him in worry, blue-grey eyes looking over him. His touch is warm. His hands are shaking. He's got tears in his eyes, but his breaths are controlled. That's the Jackie he knows—never truly removing the mask.
"J...Jackie?" His heartbeat is still thumping wildly, but it's slowing down, as he can feel it in his jaw. His brain feels like molasses. "I don't...what..."
"I pulled over," Jackie drops his hands, but holds Chase's in both. "I didn't mean to call you that, I'm sorry!"
Chase blinks slowly. He looks out the windshield, unbroken, rain dropping in fat splats, the window wipers working overtime—when the hell had it started raining?—and they are pulled over. They're in front of a house he recognizes as being part of the neighborhood. They're not too far from home. The sun is setting, but the sky is too grey to tell where. The clouds are dark and stormy. People rush by the car and into their homes, some with umbrellas, others caught without.
"N-No, Jackie, it's...it's my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you." His words come back to him and they fill him with shame.
"I shouldn't have gone off on you like that, either. I didn't...you're not a screw-up."
"I am." He shakes his head, tears blotting his eyes, drops falling onto his pants. He hiccups. "I'm s-such a fucking m-mess, Jackie."
The seatbelt unclips beside him and warm arms envelope him. He lets Jackie hug him, unclipping his own seatbelt. They stay there for a moment. Two.
Chase comes clean.
Nicks for nickels. The bar. His "friends."
Most importantly of all, the drinks. You don't go to a bar and not have a drink. He doesn't drink until he's blackout drunk anymore, but he drinks enough to be numb. He's relapsed. He was only able to slip in AA the following day after a strong shot of vodka and some breath mints. The whole session, he had been hammered by a hangover.
Jackie listens silently, but the weight of his disappointment bears down on Chase's shoulders like an anvil.
"Chase..." He starts, but the other shakes his head frantically.
“I know."
"You're not supposed to drink anymore."
"I know."
"I'll... I'll talk to Todd tomorrow, your therapist, too. They have to know about this."
"N-No, Jackie, I have to tell them myself." Having their disappointment on his mind would destroy him, but he needs just a little bit of control of what's happening. "But promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
Chase bites his lip.
"Don't t-tell the others." Jackie opens his mouth to protest. "No, Jackie, y-you have to promise me this. Not Henrik, Marvin, or any of the others...I don't want them to know about this. I don't w-want them to think I'm weaker than they already think I am. And I know they do. I know all of you do. And y-you're all right."
"You are not weak."
"I relapsed." Chase rubs his face with his palms. "It hasn't even been six months."
"Chase," Jackie says firmly, "Look at me."
When he does, hesitantly, the hero takes a breath.
"Chase Brody Mcloughlin, you are the strongest person I know," he starts, "because despite all you've been through, you are still here. You are still living and breathing and I know it hurts, but you are so incredibly brave for surviving. I am proud of you, even if you've relapsed. This road you're driving down, it's not an easy path. I don't have to tell you that for you to know. There'll be bumps and detours but...I'll always be here for you. We'll always be here. Anytime you need us. I'll help you get back on the road. I promise."
That is why Jackie is Chase's hero. Despite everything, anger and pain and injustice...he still manages to be kind.
Chase nearly starts bawling. He bites down on his knuckles and just nods. He can't say much, so Jackie turns the engine on.
"Let's go home."
--
They park near the sidewalk. The rain has lightened to a drizzle. The clouds are clearing. The stars are coming out. The lawn is wet with dew. The lights in the living room are on.
Chase feels sick looking at the house. His eyes and nose are stuffy and red and he has a headache coming on. He can't hide the fact that he's been crying. Years of dealing with Anti has trained his brothers to notice the smallest of details.
"Chase," Jackie murmurs, "if...if you are serious about being able to handle yourself, I...well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but there's this apartment in the city that I've saved. I haven't spent anything on it, but...if you want, I can help you get it. Contribute a little. The rest can be up to you. I'll help you get a job, even."
Chase looks at him, unsure. "Really?"
“Yeah. I know you've spent most of your life away from us and it's a bit of a shock to be caged in with us again, so..."
He loves them, but the house is stuffy. He misses his old apartment, but he had missed his brothers, too.
"Thanks, Jackie," he says, "I'll...I'll have to think about it."
"Okay. Take your time."
--
At dinner, no one suspects a thing.
Jamie fills him in on Robbie's garden—it's going smoothly, with beautiful, flowering succulents. For a zombie, it's no surprise he has a green thumb, he jokes, and Chase laughs.
Marvin teaches him a card trick, much to Henrik's disdain; no magic at the dinner table, he scolds them like a mother hen.
Jackie watches him from across the table. He can feel his gaze boring into his skull.
The dining room is warm and full of life. Chase isn't completely involved mentally, but he's enjoying the sounds of dinnerware and conversation. He's not sure what they're having for dinner, either, but it's good. He just feels so out of it because of the emotional roller-coaster that was today.
The prospect of having a new apartment and a stable job...it terrified him, because what would happen if he relapsed again?
He tries to still his hands when he drinks water.
--
"Goodnight, Chase," Jackie kisses the top of his head, then goes to the doorway of his room.
“Goodnight. Thanks, Jackie. For today."
Jackie smiles and says nothing. He shuts his door.
Chase goes into his room and closes the door behind him. The bed is messy, but he doesn't care. He slides right into it, tossing his phone onto the desk, and closing his eyes.
He feels the small grooves of scars along his fingers—he had finally taken off the bandages. More scars, more tallies. One on his abdomen, a few on his wrists...a bullet scar on his scalp. He doesn’t even have the gun anymore. Jackie had surrendered it to the police. He still feels the ghost sensation of cool metal on his palm.
He sits up and crosses the hall, knocking softly on Jackie's door.
"Come in," the hero's voice floats from behind it. He opens the door.
Jackie is lying on his bed in his somehow neat room, with a shelf full of comic books arranged by series and brand. His hoodie is slung over the back of his desk chair. He looks up from his phone when Chase stands in the doorway.
"What's up, Chase?" He asks, eyebrows raised.
Chase shuffles his feet.
"Can I...can I bunk with you tonight? It's just that I, I can't stop thinking about it all, and I'm...I'm scared."
"It's no problem, buddy," Jackie's expression softens, and he moves over, patting the space beside him. "Come 'ere."
Chase settles in, hesitantly, putting his head on Jackie's chest. He can hear the hero's heartbeat and breath. It's a comforting sound.
"Thank you," Chase whispers.
"Anything for my little brother," Jackie smiles. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
He's terrified of building a new life for himself because if he relapses it will all come crashing down again. He doesn't know if he can handle that.
But he has to try.
As much as it hurts, he has to. If not for himself, for Henrik, Marvin, Jamie, Robbie...and Jackie.
For Jack.
It's what he would've wanted.
And that’s what makes his relapse so crushing.
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Blue Eyes Part 11
Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.
Part 11: The Shelbys face prison time even though a certain Wandering Jew called to warn Ella.
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Ella had broken her arm three times. The left twice and the right once. The first was when she was playing football in the streets with her brothers. At only eight, she overestimated her strength and tried to steal the ball from John. It only ended up with her tripping and getting trampled.
She broke her left arm again only half a year later. Polly said it was because it wasn’t fully healed from the first break. But Ella had lied to her aunt and told her she’d only taken a tumble down the stairs. In actuality, she’d fallen after trying to follow Tommy and Arthur up the roof.
When she was twelve, she broke her right arm after taking a nasty fall off a horse. Tommy advised her to stay away from the gelding. He was wild, unpredictable, and strong on the bit. But she hadn’t listened and ended up getting bucked off.
“Never learns.” Polly scolded when her niece returned, clutching her mangled arm and wailing. “You need to learn from your mistakes, chavi. You can’t just keep at it, thinking you’re smart enough to avoid the consequences.”
Ella thought she’d learned her lesson a long time ago. She never broke her arm again. She continued playing football with her brothers and the other street kids. But she simply learned to hold her own and if they hit her, she’d hit back harder. She continued climbing the roof. But she learned which shingles to avoid, the loose bricks, and the faulty cables. She kept riding any horse that came her way. But she learned to never let go of the reins and never let herself be thrown.
“Idiot.” She whispered under her breath. It was dawn and Charlie’s yard was starting to stir with activity. Horses began to call out to each other, workers came filing in, and various languages were passed around in the air.
She’d been awake all night, wandering around her room in Watery Lane until she became too claustrophobic. So she bundled up and went outside. Passing by the drunks who were staggering home, the laborers going home to sleep for an hour before returning to their second job, and the homeless who had nowhere to go.
She wound her way around Small Heath, ending up at her uncle’s yard. No one questioned her, letting her roam about as she pleased. Finally, she came to rest, sitting at the edge of the cut with her knees tucked to her chest.
There were no learning moments. She’d broken her heart and it was the worst break she’d ever suffered through. And she wanted to beat her head against a wall because she wanted nothing but to go back. Do it all again.
The morning wore on without much notice from Ella. She barely even registered the sun rising. It wasn’t until someone came to sit down beside her, did she finally realize how long she’d been sitting there.
“Charlie’s been returned,” Arthur said gently as he lowered himself to sit. “He’s at Arrow House.”
Ella didn’t know why she started to cry. Everything was just too much to handle. “Tommy?”
“He’s on his way back,” Arthur assured her. “S’all over.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. It never is.”
Her eldest brother was quiet for a moment. Of course, she was right. When did they ever quit? “Linda wants to go west.” He informed her. “If you’d like, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you came along.”
Ella just laughed bitterly. “You’re not fucking going anywhere, Arthur. None of us are. We’re all going to die here, don’t you see that?”
“El.” Arthur gave her a stern look. “You make your own decisions in life. No one else does. You can keep blaming Tom for everything, or you can change the way things are. You can choose to go to America and leave this all behind. Or you can choose to stay here.” He stood and held out a hand to her. “But first, you go get your money from Tommy. What he owes you, then you decide. C’mon, he wants us there by noon.”
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“Miss Shelby?”
Ella turned. Technically she was the only ‘Miss Shelby’ left in the family. Ada had established herself as Mrs. Thorne. Esme and Linda were both ‘Mrs.’ now. So that just left her.
Mary was standing on the first landing of the stairs. “There’s someone on the phone for you.”
Confused, Ella followed her upstairs to the phone in the hallway. Anyone who would bother calling her was at Arrow House. And none of her friends in London were aware of Tommy’s manor in Warwickshire. “Thank you, Mary.” She said when the maid took her leave. “Hello?”
“You need to get outta there.” Alfie’s gruff voice was unmistakable. He skipped the pleasantries or even an apology. There was no time for words that would fall on deaf ears.
Ella’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“Got a tip from the coppers that work for your brother. Said they’re planning on arresting you lot. Tommy told ‘em everything.”
A cold stream of anxiety trickled down her spine. She weighed the odds. Alfie could be lying; lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time. Or he could be telling the truth, Tommy wasn’t exactly saintly. She wouldn’t put it past him to pull a stunt like that. She gritted her teeth. “Why should I ever trust you again?” She demanded.
“Because I’ve nothing to gain by telling you this.” His voice was hard to read through the telephone wires.
Her hand tightened on the receiver. “You’re acting like a knight in shining armor, tryna save me after what you’ve done.”
There was a moment of silence on the opposite end of the line. “Yeah, call it what you fucking want, right, but there’s gotta be a threat if I’m looking to save you.”
That was the moment Ella realized her brother had in fact, tipped off the police. She could hear her family talking downstairs, all idly chatting. Unaware of what was about to come next. She couldn’t fathom why Tommy would want them all behind bars. Something for leverage, obviously. Whatever the case, she wasn’t going to run. She’d face it beside the rest of her family.
“Why’re you really telling me this?” She asked.
“Because I haven’t stopped caring ‘bout you,” Alfie spoke candidly. “What I’ve done is wrong. I didn’t mean for it to get so outta hand, didn’t know Charlie would be involved in it.”
Ella never trusted someone over the phone. If she couldn’t see their face, she couldn’t truly see if they were being honest with her. But the shame in Alfie’s voice was hard to ignore. She closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry that the world wasn’t made for us.” She whispered.
“I’m sorry too, love.”
“El!” Arthur called upstairs. “C’mon, we’re getting started!”
She slowly exhaled a breath and straightened her back. “Well, don’t think Tommy can put me away for too long. I'm sure I'll see you 'round London soon enough."
“Wait, what are talking about? El, you need to leave-” Alfie panicked but she hung up the phone.
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Downstairs, Ella sat in the front row of the meeting. Her blue eyes fixed on her brother behind the desk. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his big reveal. Everything she told Arthur was right. No matter what they did, Tommy would always get them right where he wanted. Pawns.
She watched as Tommy passed on parcels of money promised to each of them.
“El.” Tommy pushed the money towards her.
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “You know I won’t be needing that.”
It didn’t even faze him. He simply left the wad of money on the top of the desk.
Linda stood up, her lips pursed. “Come on, Arthur. The train for the dock leaves in one hour. Then we’ll get the boat to New York and it’ll all be in the past.” She sent a glare Tommy’s way.
Arthur stood slowly and looked to his siblings with tears in his eyes. “I’ll see you, brother.” He embraced John tightly before moving on to hug Ella.
She didn’t budge. “You’re not going anywhere, Arthur. I told you.” Her eyes never left Tommy. “You won’t even make it out the front door.”
Her older brother looked perplexed. “What’re you talking about?” He asked, his arms still held out for a hug.
“You want to tell them or shall I?” Ella asked Tommy.
“I spoke to Moss.” He broke his stony silence. “He told me that the Chief Constable of Birmingham has issued warrants for your arrests.”
“Fantastic.” Ella stood up and began removing her earrings and necklace. The rest of the office began to erupt in panicked chaos as Tommy began rattling off the charges for each of them. She plopped the gems on his desk and finally pulled their mother’s ring out of her pocket. “Should I even trust you to protect these while I’m gone?” She hissed.
“There are people more powerful than us.” He replied. There were shouts and loud bangs as the police began to storm Arrow House. John and Esme’s baby began to wail adding to the cacophony of arrests. She could hear her brothers fighting the cops tooth and nail as they were restrained.
“And you need to be more powerful than them.” Ella was shaking. So much anger and fear coursed through her veins but she didn’t want to show him. She didn’t want him to know he’d finally gotten to her. Not after all the years of acting tough for his sake. “I get it, Tom. Your family is worth nothing to you. All we’ve done is nothing. You’ll be alone but at least you’ve got power.”
Two policemen entered the room and started to roughly pull Ella’s arms behind her back. “Miss, you’re under arrest for aiding and abetting.” One of them barked.
“You’ll understand,” Tommy said steadily. “You just need to trust me.”
“I’ll never trust anyone again.” She snarled and resisted against the police as they tried to wrestle her into handcuffs. “I will never call you brother again!” She shouted in Shelta while she was being dragged out of the room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ella wasn’t aware of how cold a room could feel. Beyond temperature, that is. She’d suffered enough long nights without enough firewood or quilts to keep her warm to know what cold was. But the jail cell she was pushed into was unlike anything she’d experienced.
Nothing but unyielding concrete and harsh metal confining her. There was no wonder why people went mad in prisons. Ella wondered how long she’d be in there and how long her sanity would last.
Her own arms weren’t enough comfort as she sat on the thin cot, hugging her knees to her chest. The only thing that kept her warm was the fierce anger and betrayal held in her heart. It kept her heart beating.
The night passed and by dawn, she’d created a personal prison for her trust. She locked it up tightly and tossed the key into oblivion. No one on God’s green Earth would ever win it back. She would not be fooled again. That was her lesson learned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Shelby.”
Ella lifted her head to see one of the prison guards at the cell door. It was morning, the sun had just risen. She had hardly slept and the exhaustion was starting to take hold.
“You’re being released.” He said and unlocked the cell door.
Ella wondered if Tommy had managed to get them released. She didn’t think it would only take a night to get what he wanted in exchange for damning information about his family. But she wasn’t going to question it.
Relieved to be in her own clothes again, she stepped out of the prison walls. She half expected her brother to be there, ready to enlist her onto another job. But there was no one waiting for her outside.
Puzzled, the woman looked up and down the street, unsure of where to go. There was no way she was going back to Warwickshire. She had a few things at Watery Lane but decided to just leave them there. She didn’t want to risk running into her brother.
So, she headed for the next train to London.
~~~~~~~~~~
Amelia looked absolutely stunned when she saw her best friend sit down at the desk across from her. “Where on Earth have you been? I thought you’d disappeared off the planet!” She hissed, leaning over her typewriter.
Ella was exhausted as she set down her purse and picked up a few papers that had been left in her inbox. “Someone in my family was sick.” She lied. “I’m surprised I still had a job here.” She admitted and began to load a fresh page into her typewriter.
“Please, Mr. Harding is terrified of your brothers, he wouldn’t dream of firing you.” Amelia laughed. But she could sense the extreme change in her friend. “Everything alright?”
“No,” Ella answered truthfully and began to type up the notes. “I need a drink.” That was a plus of being at Arrow House. She could walk around with a whiskey and no one would question her.
Amelia smiled. “Well, once we get off work, we’ll go out. We need to catch up!” She insisted.
It sounded like the perfect remedy to her growing headache.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“My cousin’s visiting from Paris. I invited her to come along, I hope that’s okay.” Amelia linked arms with Ella as they walked down the street towards the club.
“Yeah, of course.” She shrugged. It hurt to know that even a mention of something as harmless as Paris could conjure up memories of Alfie. It made her grind her teeth knowing that he had become so woven into her existence. It would take a while to pick out all of the threads.
The two women chatted as they waited in line to enter the club. Ella’s eyes danced over the crowd a few times. She kept expecting to see the familiar movement of people that signaled Alfie’s arrival. But the club-goers went about as per usual.
“El, did you hear me?” Amelia asked as they were about to enter the club.
“Hm?”
Her friend giggled. “You’ve got your head in the clouds. I was asking ‘bout that man who hangs ‘round your brothers. The fit one, Isaiah. He seeing anyone?” She chewed on her lip. The Peaky Blinders were starting to become well known in the London area. Especially to those who liked the intrigue of gangsters mixed with their night activities. After they brutally took over the Eden Club and started making their moves on other venues, people took notice. People like Amelia who loved the thrill.
“Oh, I dunno.” Ella shook her head. She thought about her younger brother’s friend. She suddenly felt nauseous. She’d disappeared to London without checking in with anyone. Her fear of running into Tommy kept her from making sure the rest of her family was safe. Her stomach knotted and she wobbled a little on her heels.
“El, you’ve gone pale as a ghost!” Amelia gasped. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I…” She suddenly pulled away from the line in front of the club. “I uh, I forgot something at my flat. I need to go get it.”
Her friend looked baffled. “Well, I’ll come with you…”
“No, you stay here. Meet up with your cousin. I’ll be just a mo’!” Her heart raced as she ran down the street. It was only a ten-minute walk to Alfie’s. Less if she ran. Longer if she twisted her ankle from her damn shoes. But she managed to get to his front stoop without falling on the uneven sidewalk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was Saturday, Shabbat. That usually meant Alfie was home. So she banged on his door. Cyril’s barks echoed the noise and she could hear his nails clicking on the wood floor as he rushed for the door.
Heavy footsteps followed. “Oi, quiet down!” Alfie scolded Cyril before opening the door.
It was relieving to see Ella, not in prison. The man nearly had a vein pop when he heard what Tommy had done. Ollie wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the man’s face so red. It took him a good few hours to pull enough strings to get Ella released and the charges dropped. He decided Sunday was a good day to visit Tommy. It was only fair to inform the Brummie that if he ever pulled something like that again, Alfie would make sure no one, not even God, would ever find his body.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Ella asked. She was breathing hard from the run. Her hair was falling out of place and her eye makeup had started to run a little as well.
Alfie cleared his throat and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. “Does it matter?” He asked quietly. He didn’t want her to owe him anything. Maybe it was the least he could do to try and make it up to her. There was no winning her back. Even if he never came to terms with that and pined after her for the rest of his godforsaken life, he knew it was true.
“I want to know.” She insisted. Her throat tightened. “Because…because if it was then it means they’re all still in there. My brothers, my cousin, my aunt.” Her breath was shaky and she couldn’t help but tremble in fear. “And they’ll hang.”
Alfie nodded. “I tried, love.” He admitted. It wasn’t his plan to free all the Shelbys. That wasn’t his job, but he owed it to Ella to at least try. “But the things they’re facing…I ain’t got people in high ‘nough places.”
“They’ll kill them…they will. They’ll all die and I can’t…” All the pressure pushing on her finally broke her down. The arrest, the night in prison, Tommy’s betrayal, it was too much. She fell to her knees on the stoop and burst into tears.
Alfie’s shoulders slumped. He bent down to scoop her up in his arms and bring her inside. Cyril whimpered and followed them into the parlor. He looked on as Alfie set Ella on the couch.
“Listen,” His voice was low but gentle as he knelt in front of her. “Can’t imagine what your brother is doing, right, and what he thinks he’s gonna get from all this. But I know that he won’t let them face their sentence.”
Ella curled into herself, hiding her face in her arms. “H-how could he do this?” She hiccupped. “I tr-trusted him.”
Alfie stood and went to get a blanket folded on the back of the couch. He carefully draped it over her shoulders and went to turn on the radio. There were no words to comfort her. He couldn’t tell her what Tommy was planning. But he did know that Arthur, John, Michael, and Polly were valuable assets to him. The man wouldn’t let them be hung.
Still, Alfie couldn’t preach about trust. He’d lost her trust just as much as Tommy had. The only thing he could do was go and start the kettle, leaving her with Cyril and the soft jazz music playing.
~~~~~~~~~~
It took a few hours before Ella was coherent again. Cyril was stuck to her side like glue, letting her stroke his fur to calm down. Alfie remained in the room too, but at a distance. He sat in the armchair near the radio, his elbows resting on his knees as he waited. Waited for her to say something or to leave. He fully expected her to get up and walk out. Maybe say something about his character. Tell him he failed her in more ways than one. Or perhaps she wouldn’t even waste her breath.
But instead, she looked up from Cyril. Her blue eyes were puffy from crying. All the makeup wiped away on the back of her hand or sleeve, allowing Alfie to see the faint dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks.
“Why did you do all this?” She whispered. “Tell me what he was planning and then getting me out?”
He clasped his hands together. “Because I still love you.” No use in skirting the truth anymore. He could tell her the truth, didn’t make any difference.
Ella sniffled and wiped her eyes again. “Can you stop?” She begged quietly. “Can’t fucking take it anymore. I don’t want you to love me.” Her voice broke and a new wave of tears threatened to spill. “Because I want so badly to love you back but I can’t. It would be easier if you just hated me. Hated me like you hate me brothers.”
“I know.” He nodded slowly and felt an all too familiar ache in his chest. “But I can’t, love.”
She just laughed tearfully. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Most of my family is ‘bout to be killed, I can’t trust Tommy, I can’t trust you, but I still love you. An-And I don’t ever want to leave.” Her eyes met his again. “I don’t want to leave you again. I don’t want to leave this room, I don’t even want you that far away from me.” The few feet between them were causing her to panic. Every cell in her body was fighting against each other. She couldn’t forget the trouble Alfie had caused, but she couldn’t forget the way he loved her either.
“I wish I had the answers for you,” Alfie said sympathetically. “But I’m just as lost as you are, love.” He laughed weakly and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
Ella let go of her knees and let her feet fall to the floor. “I have no place in this world anymore.” She whispered. “I can’t go back to Birmingham, can’t go back to the life I have in London. I can’t just pack up and go somewhere new because I’ll know it’s all wrong. Alfie, you were the only place I felt like myself. I just…I thought I knew you.”
The aftershocks of his ill-fated deal with the Oddfellows was still painful. He couldn’t get the image of Ella’s face after she heard what he’d done. The disbelief was heartbreaking. It only reminded him that he could never be a good enough man for her. “You know me better than anyone.” He said sheepishly.
“We’ve lied to each other.” Her forehead creased. “What’s stopping us from just repeating the cycle?”
Alfie stood and went to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Keeping his distance, he stared at the opposite ceiling. The one with nothing but a clock on it. “We could start over.”
She glanced over at him. “You said the world wasn’t built for us.”
“Yeah, it weren’t.” He shrugged and scratched Cyril behind his ears. “I ain’t ever gonna be good enough for you, love. But I also know that I ain’t ever gonna get over you. And I’m fucking selfish.”
Ella rubbed her eyes and shrugged the blanket off her shoulders. “Everyone’s selfish.” She mumbled and stood up. “I’m selfish enough to protect myself. I won’t ever trust you, Alfie. But that’s just how I’ll operate from now on. Protecting myself.” She sighed and started to walk out of the parlor.
Alfie furrowed his brow and stood as well. He expected her to turn left and walk out of his flat. But instead, she turned right and he heard her footsteps going upstairs.
“El?” He called and walked out of the room to see her halfway up the stairs.
She paused and turned. “I’m too tired, Alfie. I’m tired of pushing you away when I’m going to just keep coming back. So might as well just stay. But I told you I won’t trust you. So tell me to leave.”
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her. His mouth parted slightly in surprise. “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll stay.” She replied without hesitation. Her hand rested on the banister as she waited for his decision.
He was silent for a moment. There was no use in pushing her away. He was too fucking far gone. “Don’t go.”
“Okay.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alfie walked into the car factory, traveling upstairs to the offices. He swore under his breath at the expensive décor. He much preferred his bakery to the posh office setting that the Shelbys had set up. Trying to make themselves look like they weren’t born poor Irish travelers.
The man who greeted him at the door showed him to Tommy’s office. The Blinder was sat behind a large desk, dressed in a three-piece suit as the majority of his family was behind bars.
The nerve.
Alfie forcefully let his cane thump against the wood floor to mark his entrance.
Tommy barely looked up. “You got Ella out of prison.” No pleasantries.
“Yeah, mate, no thanks to you.” Alfie didn’t sit down. Instead, he walked right up to the edge of Tommy’s desk. “Did that brain injury of yours really fuck you up so badly? Aye? What sorta man sells his entire family to the crown? ‘Specially when he’s the one, right, who most deserves to be locked up, don’t he?”
The man’s blue eyes flicked up. “Is there a reason for your visit, Mr. Solomons?” He asked curtly, maintaining his low, steady voice. The tone that drove Alfie absolutely mad. If the rest of the world were crumbling down around Tommy Shelby, he’d simply keep talking in that tone and probably light up a cigarette.
“Yeah, there is. Thanks for getting me straight to the point.” He rested his hands on Tommy’s hands and leaned down to meet his eye line. “Came here to give you a fair warning, right? If you ever, ever, put Ella in harm’s way again, I’m gonna rip every bone outta your fucking body. We clear ‘bout that?” He growled.
Tommy hardly even blinked. At least Alfie was keeping up the creativity of his threats. “She’s with you, then.”
“Ain’t any of your fucking business.” He straightened up and grabbed his cane. “She makes her own choices.”
“And she’s chosen you.” Tommy reached for a cigarette and slipped off his glasses. “Again.”
Alfie shook his head. “You like this, don’t ya? This cycle. You use the people ‘round you for your own gain. Then you bring them back just to use ‘em again, aye? This is fun for you.”
“Well, I haven’t killed you yet, Alfie. Suppose you could be useful again.” Tommy averted his eyes from the man and focused on lighting his cigarette. “But you and Ella make your own choices, don’t you?”
It was infuriating that Alfie couldn't actually shoot him. Instead, he could only leave with a, "Fuck off."
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To Love A Killer (Serial Killer! Markus x Simon.) (Chapter Three.)
Authors Note- And here I am back with Chapter Three of To Love A Killer, and yeeeah it’s safe to say that I’m the Queen of Slow Burn. And not even the regular Slow Burn, this is the Slowest of the Slow Burn. And I’m rambling but in this chapter will have not only Simon crushing on Markus something fierce as and various other things. And just so you know this chapter will also include things such as gore and blood and swearing. Followed by mentions of alcohol use, drug abuse, a little bit of violence, and very graphic mentions of you-know-who’s murder victims. So be warned!
Now that we got this out of the way here is Chapter Three of To Love A Killer, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Three: Just A Crush.
“Thanks for your help today, Simon.” Markus said, smiling down at the blonde man, shifting the brown paper bag filled with books Markus knew he didn’t really need, but if it meant spending more time with Simon he’d buy every single book in the damn store.
“Oh, think nothing of it, it’s what they’re paying me the not so big bucks for.” Simon chuckled, turning to watch as his co-worker Josh ushered out the last of the customers, wishing them a goodnight and offering them a friendly smile before looking to Simon.
Simon turned to Josh, nodding to him when he saw him gesturing to the clock. Indicating that it was closing time.
“I take it it’s my cue to leave?” Markus asked, before glancing at the clock above the door. Blinking in surprise Markus noted the time, had he really just spent an hour here doing nothing but chatting up the poor employee?
Turning back to Simon he gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I wasn’t keeping track of the time, I had no idea you were closing soon. I guess I got a little carried away...sorry...”
Simon shrugged, then stifled a yawn.
Taking that as a sign he should really leave Markus wished Simon a goodnight and turned away. But not before casting a final glance or two back in Simon’s direction. The man in question had turned away from him to collect the last few books that needed to be put away. Stepping out into the seemingly never-ending onslaught of rain Markus headed to his car, putting his new acquired books in the seat beside him as he started his car.
Casting one final glance at the book store Markus smiled. Oh yeah, he thought as he drove into the night, I am definitely coming back here. And with that he disappeared into the night.
“I swear I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so interested in a customer like that, let alone be interested in one enough to sit there and have a conversation with them until it was closing time.” Josh commented, as he sidled up to Simon, who was currently counting the money in his till before either of them could finally, finally go home.
Simon shrugged as he shut the register. “He just seemed like a really cool guy. and it wasn’t like we were swamped with customers.”
“That is true and you got to admit he was rather hot.” Josh said, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as Simon looked to him. “What? You can’t tell me that he wasn’t one of our more attractive customers you’ve ever seen, can you?”
“That he was,” Simon said, removing his name tag and stuffing it in his pocket. “But there is a good chance we’ll never see him again, like many a hot customer before.”
Josh chuckled. “Who knows? Given the way he was looking at you he might come back again.
Simon shook his head, turning his gaze towards the door. “I doubt it, but that is a nice thought.”
“And if he doesn’t I’m sure me, Daniel and every one at home will have to hear you gush about the hot customer for weeks to come.” Josh joked.
Simon rolled his eyes at that. “Maybe...” He muttered, before shrugging. “Shall we head home?” he asked.
Saying nothing more Josh nodded, tugging his jacket on before reaching in his pocket for his keys. “Let’s go home.”
Nodding Simon followed him out of the store, not before shutting the lights off and locking the door. Thoughts of the man swimming through his mind. Simon hoped he would see him again.
***
Today had been a good day. Markus mused, as he unlocked his door, and stepped into his home, and was greeted by the sound of someone rummaging upstairs. If he was any other person who had come home to no doubt possibly find some stranger rummaging around their home he would have ran outside and called 911. Don’t get him wrong, him calling the police was still a possibility but...
“Leo?” he called out, exhausting mixing with irritation as he called out. Followed by silence.
Sighing Markus dropped his bags near the door, shedding off his jacket as he moved further into the house, just as Leo stepped out. And Markus had to suppress the urge to sigh as he took in the sight of his brother. His eyes were red-rimmed and darted all around the room, a sheen of sweat coated his brothers skin. Great, as if dealing with his brother wasn’t bad enough dealing with him stoned was so much worst.
“H-hey, Markus.” Leo choked out. “I didn’t think you would be back soon, I-I was-”
“Wait, don’t finish that sentence.” Markus said, holding up a hand, cutting Leo off, he was having such a good day and now he was having to deal with this shit, what a way to end it. “Lemme guess you want to borrow money? Or...I guess since you were here when I got home I’m going to assume you were looking for something you could sell?”
Silence was all that greeted him, Leo unable to meet Markus’ eye looked almost sheepish, and was kind of pathetic. Call him cruel, or heartless but Markus was at his breaking point with his older brother, had been even back when Carl was still alive. Hell, there were times when Markus has all but pleaded with Carl to cut ties with him, but Carl he had always been the one with the kind heart. Not that it had even done him any good especially when it came to Leo.
Hell, Markus was certain that Leo was also to blame for Carl’s dwindling health over the years. And to top it off, there was one final nail in the proverbial coffin for Markus, was when Leo didn’t bother to show up for the funeral.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Leo snapped, after what seemed like forever, his nails scratching at his right arm, red-rimmed eyes glaring daggers at Markus, who merely stood his ground. “You’re my brother you should be helping me, all I need is some goddamn money is that so wrong?”
Markus was silent.
“You know I’m...I’m so sick of this all these years you and dad have done nothing but judge me, sorry if I’m not perfect like you or dad, sorry I’m such a goddamn fuck up, now are you going to help me or not?”
“I’m not going to help you, now leave.” Markus said sternly.
And that was all it took, as Leo looked to him, anger shining in bloodshot eyes as he let out an growl and lunged at Markus. Grabbing a hand full of Markus’ shirt Leo pulled back his fist and swung at him, catching Markus in the nose, pain exploding through his nose, causing blood to spill past his lips.
Snarling Markus pried Leo off of him, his hands grabbing a hold of Leo, slamming him hard against the wall, watching with some sick satisfaction as Leo slid to the ground. But, unfortunately Leo wasn’t one to give up as he got to his feet and grappled with Markus.
“Leo! Leo! Stop!” Markus yelled, hoping he would manage to get through to his brother before things got really nasty.
However, his words didn’t seem to be getting through to Leo, so there was only one other choice. Gritting his teeth Markus slammed Leo’s head into the wall, his head hitting the wall with a satisfying crack. The corner of Markus’ mouth turned upwards as he watched as Leo slid to the ground. Turning away from the unconscious form of his brother he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the cops.
It wasn’t long before they were hauling Leo away in handcuffs, leaving Markus alone to work on his next project. Images of his muse as she stared up at him pleadingly flashed through his mind. It was time for him to get to work. Smiling Markus picked up his paint brush and allowed himself to relive that moment he had shared with his muse, splashes of red marring the white of the canvas, the same way her blood had stained her skin and everything around it, he captured the terror in her eyes. And the pain, her face a grotesque ghost of it’s former self.
As he painted Markus wondered how everyone would react to his new line of paintings he had seemed to pump out one after another. What did they think when they looked at his work? Did they see the same thing as he did, terror and pain? Would any of them recognize the woman he portrayed in his art, or did stuff like that go over their heads? Shaking his head Markus placed his painters palette down and took a step back, tilting his head to the side as he admired his work. The corners of his mouth turning upwards, another master piece complete.
And yet...Markus frowned, he found himself wanting to continue, to work on something else, something that had nothing to do with his muses. And it all had to do with Simon. Worrying at his bottom lip Markus moved to the corner of his art room, and picked up another canvas. Placing it on the easel Markus when to work, his brush flying across the canvas like it never did before.
Closing his eyes Markus envisioned Simon like he had before. He wanted this to be perfect, like Simon, from those eyes of his to this soft blonde hair and shy smile gracing his face, until... Opening his eyes he found himself looking at his work, it was exactly like looking at the real thing. Nodding to himself Markus placed the paint brush and palette down he looked the picture over, and realized that as much as he loved the picture he knew no one was going to see it. How could he? After all, this was for his eyes only...
***
The Next Day.
They were going nowhere fast. Connor mused, dark eyes fixed on the crime scene photos before him as he worried at his bottom lip, a cup of untouched coffee sitting in his hands as he wracked his brain for answers or anything they might have missed.
“Five victims in less than two months and we’re no closer to solving the damn case.” Hank muttered behind him.
“Our killer is meticulous, but that can’t last for long. He has to slip up somehow.” Connor mused, turning away from the murder board, images of woman, ranging from ages twenty to somewhere in their thirties.
All with various skin tones and hair and eye color, all working different jobs, with different educations. There latest victim had only just enrolled into college to work on a degree in literature. Where as the victim before her, was a high school drop out. So what was his motivation?
“Well, genius any brilliant ideas?” Hank asked, taking a sip of his coffee, blue eyes glued on Connor as the younger detective paced around the room, hand on his chin.
Shaking Connor sighed, reaching into the pocket of his shirt for cigarettes, sticking one between he teeth he promptly lit it before taking a long drag from it. Smoke billowing from his nostrils as he moved around the room once more.
“You know those things can kill you.” Hank commented.
Connor looked at him from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth turning upwards. “So will your drinking, Hank.” He countered, earning a chuckle from Hank.
“Yeah, but what won’t kill us?” Hank said, getting up from his seat, and moving towards the murder board, eyes taking in the sight of the murdered women.
Whoever had done this had made sure to inflict as much pain on the poor women as possible before ending their lives with a quick slash across the throat. Though to Hank that seemed almost unnecessary, as if he left his victims alone they would have eventually die from blood loss. But what captured Hank’s attention was the amount of torture their killer had inflicted on them, and Hank couldn’t help but wonder why?
What could the torture signify? Was he punishing his victims for something they had done? Or could he be someone who got off on causing them as much as possible? Shaking his head Hank turned away from the pictures, but not before looking to the picture of their latest victim. She had been young, full of life and hope, now she started up lifelessly, her mouth sliced open into a gruesome looking grin. Her fingers were missing as if the killer had hoped she wouldn’t be identified that way.
She was nude, cuts littered every inch of her body, along with burns, they had yet to identify what caused the burns but never less whoever was doing this was a sicko. And Hank vowed that when they caught this guy he would make him suffer the very same way he made his victims suffer he could count on it.
Jumping slightly Hank turned around to face Connor, seeing the soft smile on the younger mans face. “We’ll catch him I’m sure of it. But for now how about we call it a night?”
Sighing Hank nodded, moving towards his desk he pulled his jacket on, watching as Connor did the same thing. He noted the dark circles under the kids eyes, this case was eating away at him, the very same way it was eating away at him. After all this had to be one of the most gruesome cases they had ever worked on in the almost two years they’ve worked together.
And yet, despite all of the horrific shit they’ve seen. Shaking that thought from his head he clapped a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “C’mon kid let’s go grab a drink my treat. You look like you could use one or two.”
Feeling an exhausted smile form on his lips Connor let Hank lead him out of the precinct, leaving the case behind them for tonight.
***
It was no use. Simon thought as he shut his text book with a sigh, the sound catching his brothers attention. Daniel looked up from his own work to look at Simon, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Simon shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, the stir fry Daniel had made him sitting untouched on the table where he sat. “No,” Simon said, looking to his brother. “Just having a hard time focusing.”
“Too much on your mind?” Daniel asked.
Simon nodded, and he knew exactly why and it had everything to do with Markus. But why? Of all the customers that he had encountered over the years why did he seem to haunt Simon’s thoughts? He never felt like this before, normally he would have long forgotten about someone long after he was done work. But still images of the man with the mis-matched eyes flitted through his mind, making it hard for poor Simon to focus on studying.
Sighing again Simon got up from his seat and moved to his room, leaving his text book and his food untouched. Wishing his brother a goodnight he shut the door and moved to peer out the window that over-looked the city of Detroit. He wondered would he actually be able to see him again?
#Chapter 3 of 10#simkus#Dbh Connor#Dbh Hank#Dbh Josh#Simon has a crush#but thinks Markus won't be back#Tw mentions of gore#Tw blood#tw crime scenes#Smoking#mentions of alcohol use#DBH Leo#My back hurts
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