#This is the first thing I've drawn in like fucking weeks I'm sorry ;;;
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careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4)
A/N: first off, terribly sorry this came out so late. i've had a hectic last couple days, and didn't get to finish this fic up until tonight. and sadly, this the last thing i'm posting for my 13 nights of halloween. it's crazy to think that this is finally over. to anyone curious i will be getting back to answering asks by tomorrow. i'll also be writing up my review of hell week, and any other random things i had planned to write about/review before my 13 nights. also, i know so many of you have been waiting eagerly for this next installment, so sorry for the long awaited update. but hopefully it's made better by this fic. happy belated halloween, and happy haunting !
prompt: sam and colby have left you high and dry, so now you've resorted to possibly hooking up with a coworker at an event. but sam and colby will be having NONE of that. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader
trigger warning: SO MUCH SMUT, manipulation via powers (surprise! it's not you this time), fucking in a public, fucking with a crowd watching, the crowd is also all of your coworkers, dumb business shit that i know nothing about bc i went to school for theater and work in retail lol, fourth wall break (spooky), cursing, degrading language, being bit but no blood drawn), mentions of: princess, baby girl, baby, slut, whore, called a fleshlight once, unprotected sex (but no fear of getting pregnant bc they're supernatural), gets a bit dark and possessive towards the end, heavy use of MINE and OURs, snc own you so…. if you don't like that don't read,
word count: 7077
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It was Halloween night, and while you usually looked forward to Halloween, this night was a bit different. The company you worked at was having their annual 'Final Fiscal Quarter Party'. The higher ups agreed that it would be easier to throw it during October, rather than in December. Individual offices could throw their own then, but the main, big event was happening tonight.
Your company rented out a huge hotel ballroom. There was catering, a local DJ playing some family friendly tunes, and a stage where awards were going to be given out. You had been to a couple of these events over the years, but they were always very... boring. You would much rather be at home, snuggled up, watching a scary movie.
Or maybe getting fucked by your... boyfriends? It was hard to describe the relationship you had with Sam and Colby. They used you, but you used them. It was a very symbiotic relationship in that way. But currently, you weren't really too keen on them.
You considered hitting up your old friend, Jess. She was the one, after all, that magically brought Sam and Colby into your life. You hadn't talked to her in a long time. It could be because she still blamed you for the book permanently shutting and ruining her dating life forever.
She could bitch all she wanted, but she wasn't the one being stalked and fucked by a demon and a vampire.
You had grown a bit tired of Sam and Colby, their antics, and their overall ability to flip your world upside down. The sex was great, obviously. But at what cost?
Not to mention, they hadn't spoken to you, or showed up, in months. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and hated the fact that they hadn't answered your calls. So, it did cross your mind to get rid of them. Permanently.
But that was an issue for another time. Right now, all you had to focus on was getting just drunk enough to enjoy this stuffy party, but not too drunk that you get messy.
And that came a bit easy for you. Across the bar, a handsome man smiled at you, giving you a nod as you accepted his drink. You could see his paper nametag said Brian, and you hadn't recognized him from your own office - so he was a safe bet. God knows you weren't the only one trying to hook up with someone tonight. Plenty of colleagues from different divisions were going to be getting crazy tonight. It was an inside joke amongst the company that this night was usually a fuckfest.
You gazed over at Brian, admiring his silky quaffed hair and great suit. He had a lovely smile; one he shot your way over the glass of whiskey he had in his hand.
A man like Brian seemed... dependable. A good choice for a significant other. Boring, basic, Brian. Maybe that's exactly what you needed. Something steady and settled. Not... supernatural.
Yeah, but could you ever fuck a man like Brian? A man like him could never fulfill your needs. You could hear Colby's voice in the back of your head.
You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your wine glass. No. Brian might seem a bit basic on the surface, but who knows? Deep down he could be a sex god. Maybe he was packing some serious heat, and just knew all the right ways to eat a woman out. Yeah, that's what's you would be focusing on. Not the imagine that Sam and Colby would surely try to paint in your head.
You were brought out of your thoughts as the lights dimmed up and down, signaling everyone to get to their seats, as the speeches and award ceremony was going to start soon. You shot a look at Brian one more time and found your seat quickly.
The head of the company sauntered up on stage as applause erupted throughout the room. He nodded his head, shooting a couple people smiles and finger guns. Eventually as the room quieted down, he stepped up to the podium, beginning his speech.
"Good evening, everyone. I'm so happy you all could make it here tonight. Happy Halloween by the way. Isn't this much better than a Christmas party?" He let out a solid laugh, swatting at the crowd jokingly. "But as I was saying, tonight we are all here to celebrate. This company might be big, but it's the little guys - the individuals - that deserve the praise the most. Sure, I'm the head and face of this place, but you guys are what make it possible."
Another round of claps came from the room. You glanced around and noticed that the chair next to you was empty. There was a name tag on the plate, designating this spot for a "Colson Brock".... whoever that was.
"Now before the awards begin, I would like to introduce you all to someone remarkable. This man has helped shape this company in many ways. And, he's incredibly sexy. So let's all give a round of applause for Samson Golbach." The CEO grinned brightly, gesturing to the side of the stage.
You raised an eyebrow, Sexy? That's a strange word to use at a business party. Not to mention, The CEO was married to a woman so... this was all a bit confusing. You awkwardly clapped as the light shined on a man with light blonde hair. He was in an all-black suit, his hair gelled in a sleek look. He waved at the crowd, smirking mischievously. He smiled once he got to the podium, his fangs glistening in the light.
Was that... Sam?
You gasped in your seat, staring up with wide eyes at the stage. It looked like him, but you had never seen him in a suit. Plus he wasn't exuding the same energy he usually would so, maybe this wasn't him. Maybe this was his doppelganger, or someone that looked extremely like him. You sat back in your chair, narrowing your eyes up at the man.
"Thank you all for having me here today. I know many of you don't know who I am, but that's by design. I purposefully like to stay in the shadows, remain almost anonymous. It's a system I built to keep this company running at breakneck speed, and so far... this has been our most successful year to date!" Samson cheered.
You could feel the room clap again, happy with Sam... Samson's words. You took a deep breath, your anger rising. This can't be Sam. Sure, it looked like him and even sounded like him. But Sam and Colby had never taken this... thing, with you outside of your own house. There was no way they would do this to you in front of all of your coworkers and colleagues.
"It's nice to finally be appreciated and received so well. I'm sure you've all had some crazy days and night working here. I usually work all hours of the night and barely get to see the sun. You would think I was some sort of a vampire or something." Samson chuckled, some members of the crowd following suit. He turned, catching your eye, and gave you a wink.
Did he just...
The chair next to you pulled back, a man sat down hastily. He cleared his throat, catching his breath. He unbuttoned his dark blue suit jacket, the silver pinstripes reflecting in the light. Your eyes traveled up the man's form, taking him in until finally stopping on his face. Everything about him was familiar, but his hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead. He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses and sliding them back on.
“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled.
The man, Colby, turned to look at you suddenly. “I'm... sorry?”
You crossed your arms tightly, sitting back in your chair. “I can't believe that you and Sam would do this.”
He gave a weary smile. “I'm so sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”
“Right, Colby.” You huffed.
“Colby? That's a silly name,” he chuckled. “My name is Colson.”
“Of course it is.” You turned to him sharply, “You know you two have a lot of audacity to do this.”
He shook his head awkwardly. “Again, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Miss.”
“You guys haven't spoken to me in months. I've called out to yall and got nothing back. And now you show up and want to play dress up?!” You whispered harshly. “You guys are sick.”
“I'm not entirely sure what to say. I'm not who you think I am,” he dissented. “I'm Colson Brock, not Colby, and I've never met that man on stage before in my life. But I am about to get an award from him so... if you could just stop talking to me, that would be for the best.”
You scoffed. “I swear to God, Colby-!”
You were cut off as Sam’s voice grew louder, “This award is given out to individuals that show inspiring traits and work countlessly day in and day out for us. The award for Best Dedication, Integrity, Creativity, and Knowledge goes to... Colson Brock!”
You scowled as Colby stood up, patting down his suit softly. He walked towards the stage, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder. He stepped on stage, shaking Sam's hand, and a photo was taken of the two of them holding the award.
You grabbed your purse, sneaking off to the bathroom quickly. You stumbled in, rushing to the sink and leaning against it. The bathroom was empty, just you alone. You breathed deeply, shaking your head.
That had to be Sam and Colby. There's no way that wasn't them.
But a part of you imagined, for just a moment, that maybe... it wasn't them. How could they have manipulated everyone into thinking they were real workers at this company? The CEO introduced Sam, or Samson. Colby's name, or Colson's name, was on the nametag and award.
You felt yourself flush at the thought. Oh my God, if that isn't Colby, that man out there thinks I'm absolutely insane. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to my table, sit there and eat an under seasoned chicken parm, and pretend I didn't just berate a man?
You groaned, bending down, and resting your head against the sink counter. Even when Sam and Colby weren't around, they still fucked with you.
You heard the bathroom door squeak open, your body jolting up. You didn't need another person thinking you were losing it.
Heavy footsteps crept into the bathroom, a man. A deep voice sighed, snickering lightly. You glanced up through the mirror, your eyes widening. Colby swayed in, leaning against the wall. His suit jacket was gone, now just in his button up and slacks. He rolled up his sleeves, running a hand through his hair.
“Surprise, Princess. Did ya miss us?” He teased.
You glared, “What the fuck, Colby?”
“What?” He gestured outside the bathroom, “A bit too dramatic?”
“This is my livelihood! How dare you and Sam come and fuck this up for me!” You exclaimed, anger coursing through your veins.
“Relax, baby. We would never do anything too bad. No need to worry. Everyone will forget any of this happened. Honestly.” He put his hands up defensively. “This was all meant to be a bit of fun. We just wanted to get a rise out of you.”
“Well, you succeeded. Congratulations.” You retorted, crossing your arms.
“You should be congratulating me on my award. I have the best dedication, integrity, creativity, and knowledge.... D-I-C-K. Dick? Best dick, get it?” He bit his lip cockily, “Came up with it myself.”
“You're a fucking genius,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “God, I knew I should have talked to Jess sooner.”
“Jess... why does that name sound familiar?” He questioned, feigning curiosity.
“She's the one that gave me the book that made the two of you.” You explained bitterly.
“Oh, she is? I'm gonna have write her a thank you card,” he winked. “But why exactly do you need to talk to her?”
“You two... I want you gone.” You admitted.
His face dropped, “What?”
You stepped up to Colby, getting in his face. “Aren't you tired of fucking around with me? Coming and going as you please? Why am I not allowed a normal life with a normal guy?!”
The lights flickered in the bathroom, Colby's eyes turning black for a split second, his horns visible. You shuttered, pressing yourself against the counter. The lights stopped flickering, and Colby was back to normal.
He cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit. “Because... you're ours. You belong to us.”
“Fuck you.” You spat.
“You have... multiple times,” Colby pointed out in a snarky tone. “Even last year around this time, too.”
“Last Halloween?” You thought back, and a bunch of images started popping into your mind. Sam snapped Colby's neck but was also somehow terrorizing trick-or-treaters. Colby took control of your body but was also somehow dead while you and Sam fucked in your kitchen. It was all very confusing and didn't make quite sense.
“Wait, how the hell did you both fuck me and simultaneously not?” You puzzled, aggravated.
“I guess it just depends on what you picked.” Colby smirked, “Right, reader?”
“What are you talking about?” You replied.
“Don't worry about it.” He leaned against the counter next to you, “Back to what you were saying though. So, you want a normal guy so you can live a normal life... why? Isn't it more exciting to get fucked by a demon and a vampire?”
“Yeah, but there's more to life than sex.” You argued.
He feigned shock, “Take that back.”
You jeered, “You're extra fucking annoying, you know that?”
“And you clearly need the brattiness fucked out of you. But for some reason you don't want me or Sam to do it. Why? Did you have someone else in mind?” He took a couple steps, facing you again, “Like, say... Brian.”
You felt your heart skip a beat. “How do you-“
He interjected. “I'm a demon. I know a lot of things. Not to mention I saw him and you eye-fucking each other by the bar. You're lucky I saw it and not Sam. Because Brian would be drained dry by now. Still probably will be.”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. I was eye-fucking Brian. And why am I not allowed to? Yall have been gone for months.”
“But you've been putting that toy of yours to such good use,” Colby taunted.
“You're an asshole.” You shot back.
“Thank you. I appreciate the love,” he smiled genuinely. “But I gotta ask, do you really think a man named 'Brian' can make you come like we can? Be honest with yourself on that.”
“That's not the only reason I want him,” you responded sassily. “Plus, he could be really good at sex.”
“Okay then. Let's find out.” Colby stomped over to the door, yelling out, "Brian! Get in here!"
You furrowed your brow, confused as to what Colby had up his sleeve. What the hell was he bringing Brian in here for?
Brian stepped in, glancing between the two of you. He had a dazed look on his face, clearly entranced.
“Colby, don-“ You started.
He cut you off again, “Look, princess. You wanted to know if he's a good fuck. So, I'm giving you the chance to find out. See what a normal fucking will bring to your life.”
“You can't force him to fuck me!” You fumed.
“I mean, I definitely could, but I'm not going to.” He turned to Brian, patting his shoulder, “Brian, my guy, do you want to fuck Y/N?”
Brian nodded. “Yes.”
“That's why you were buying her drinks tonight, right?” Colby asked.
“Yeah.” Brian’s voice was dull, almost like there were no thoughts behind his eyes.
“Such an honest man,” Colby commented. “Do you find her attractive?”
“Of course.” Brian agreed.
“Would you sleep with her if she said yes?” He continued.
Brian blinked, “Yes.”
Colby looked at you, “There we go. Happy?”
“I'm not fucking him in here, or in front of you.” You retorted, leaning back against the counter.
“Don't you want to prove me wrong? Don't you want to wipe the smug look off my face when he makes you come with his tongue? Or his totally, not average sized, dick?” Colby stepped up to you, his voice low, “The moment I walked in here, you got wet.”
A rush of blood came to your cheeks, your breath hitching.
“No amount of blushing can hide that deep down, you're a slut that wants to be fucked - pretty much - anywhere. And you're only giving me lip because we left you cold and alone for a couple months. I'm sorry about that. I truly wished I listened to your pleads...” he leaned in, kissing your cheek. “And cries...” he moved to the other cheek, giving it a quick kiss. “And screams,” he kissed your forehead gently. “Begging me to come fuck you. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. And this, right here, is my apology to you.”
You stood still, unsure what to do. Part of you did want to fuck Brian, just because you did find him hot. But with Colby standing next to him... it was no contest.
“Here. I'll sweeten the deal,” Colby offered. “If he makes you come, we'll leave. Forever.”
You froze, “Really?”
“No, probably not. The whole magical book kinda forbids that. But we will leave here, and you and Brian can go on your merry way and you two can go have beautifully... vanilla, sex.” He smiled dryly.
“Lucky for Brian, I'm already wet.” You quipped, glaring.
“Perfect. Brian, give the lady what she wants.” He gasped, “Ooh, can I choose what he does? Pleaseeeee?”
You blinked, giving the slightest nod.
“You are so generous.” Colby spun to him, “Brian, do you want to eat her out?”
“I would... but I don't do that.” Brian spoke monotone.
Colby’s face dropped, almost mimicking yours. “You don't give head? Sloppy toppy? None of that?”
“No.” Brian replied.
“This is the man you want, huh? Absolute loser,” Colby pointed at him, rolling his eyes. “Well, Brian, now you do. So, go crazy.”
Brian turned to you, a lustful look overcoming him. He dropped to his knees, crawling towards you. Your heart raced, watching his every move. His hands wrapped around your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg gently. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your head falling back a bit.
Colby leaned against the wall, studying you. His face was blank, almost uninterested. You glared at him, trying to ignore his presence. He smiled, giving a little wave.
Brian nibbled on your inner thigh, his fingers stroking up and down the center of your underwear. He brushed against your clit, your knees almost buckling.
“You're wet, Y/N.” Brian hummed in awe.
“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a woman on.” He leaned in, whispering to you, “Is he new around here or...?”
“Shut up, Colby!” You groaned. “Keep going Brian, please. I need you.”
“Don't take it too personally, Brian. She says that to everyone. Especially me.” Colby grinned.
“Drop dead.” You hissed.
He remarked, “I'm not really alive so...”
Brian pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down your legs and to the floor. The cool air hit your hot sex, making your body tense up. Brian leaned in, his mouth connecting with your clit.
You closed your eyes tightly, allowing the sensation of his tongue to arouse you more. It was a slow build, that was for sure. Nothing like Sam and Colby and the way they did things. But it was still nice.
But maybe not what you needed.
You placed your hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing him more into your heat. He grunted, the vibrations feeling fantastic against your clit. You amped up your moans, hoping it was believable to Colby.
He yawned, gazing at you bored. You shook your head, deciding to ignore Colby. You were determined to come, to make them leave. But Brian was not helping you, which was upsetting.
“Brian, baby... go a little faster please.” You begged, annoyed.
He nodded, moving his tongue hastily. You could feel the pleasure build more, but it was still a long way away from being close to an orgasm. He slid a finger in, pumping in and out sloppily. You groaned, feeling even less turned on suddenly.
“I guess I know why you don't give head.” Colby swatted at Brian, “Move.”
Your eyes widened, “What? No! Brian, st-”
“I know you want to come so we leave, but that ain't gonna happen with Brian over here.” Colby mentioned.
"Well, maybe he could fuck me!" You argued, gesturing to his dick.
“But I'm not hard.” Brian stated.
Colby raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Eating pussy isn't really a turn on for me.” Brian informed.
“God, Y/N, you really know how to pick them.” Colby pulled him up by his arm, smiling sinisterly. “Brian, why don't you leave and go find Sam? I think he can teach you a valuable lesson on what happens to men that don't please their women.”
Brian turned and left, not saying another word. You huffed, glaring harshly at Colby. “Your little glares aren't going to do anything to me, sweetheart. If anything, they just make me hard.”
Colby's hand slid down and cupped your sex, palming your clit gingerly. You gasped, back arching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Colby barricaded you in, his hand beginning to make small circles on your clit.
“This is how a man fucks a woman like you.” He uttered, staring at you intensely.
“But you're not eating me out.” You challenged.
Colby cocked his head. “If you wanted my tongue, you could have just asked.”
You suddenly felt a tongue licking at your entrance, your body shuttering in ecstasy. “Fuck, h-how-?”
"Did you forget I have abilities? Is it because the horns aren't here?" The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, his horns were out. “How about now? Do you remember what I am now?”
"Yeaahhh, I remember." You whined, your head falling back in pleasure.
“You are so sexy when you get close to coming. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Colby pushed his clothed, growing dick against your thigh, “Do you feel me?”
You nodded mindlessly, your hands gripping his forearms.
“Princess?” He asked innocently.
“Uh-huh?" You murmured.
“I think that's enough for you." All the sensations stopped, Colby pulling away from you.
“Wha-? No. No! Colby, please.” You grumbled.
He asserted, “It's time for you to be punished.”
“What did I do?” You questioned, your mouth a gape.
"I'm sorry, was Brian that forgetful or do you like playing dumb?" Colby spun you around, making you face the mirror. He rolled your dress up a bit, pressing his bulge against your bare ass. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna start fucking you, and you have to remain quiet. Just like you were with Brian."
You lowered your voice, “Why do I have to be silent?”
“Because otherwise, you'll get caught.” He whispered cheekily.
The door busted open, and a gaggle of women came in, chit chatting like there wasn't a demon about to fuck you right against the sink.
You gulped; your voice even quieter. “What the fuck, Colby?!”
"Don't worry, princess. If you remain silent, they won't see you. But once you make a single noise, they'll know. They'll know that you are a dirty slut that likes to get fucked in the bathroom. That you're so desperate for dick that you'd let a demon fuck you. And a vampire." He tsked sassily, "Double greedy."
Colby unbuttoned his pants, giving your ass a slap as his cock sprang free. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp.
"You ready for me, baby?" He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding along your lips. Then finally, he glided his cock in.
You trembled from the sensations, direly wanting to moan along with him. But you didn't want to get caught. Being fucked while others were around, whether they could see you or not, was embarrassing enough.
But also incredibly thrilling.
Colby thrusted deeply, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again. You felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. Your body already felt like it was building rapidly, your legs shaking under your weight. You felt like your skin was on fire, burning against the cool air.
A lady walked up to the sink next to you, washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. You shuttered out a breath, Colby picking up his pace.
“Don't look at her, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself get fucked.” He commanded breathlessly.
You turned your head, staring straight. He smirked at you in the mirror, keeping his pace the same while lazily pulling off his tie.
"This is what you deserve, sweetheart. You're such a slut for me." He yanked your hands behind your back, tying them easily with his tie. He gripped your connected hands, bucking his hips harder and faster now.
Your body buzzed erotically, your hips gyrating in time with Colby's. You could feel your edge building; all you had to do was stay quiet.
Colby slid one hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit instantly. He rubbed it faster than his thrusts, causing your whole body to jolt. You sucked in a harsh breath, knowing you shouldn't have. But God... the sensation was too much for you to stay quiet.
The women in the bathroom looked around, confused.
"Baby, do you want to get caught or something? Because you are being awfully loud. Maybe you need something in your mouth to quiet you down." He snaked his other hand up towards your face, his two fingers rubbing along your lips. You parted your mouth, allowing his fingers inside.
He cursed, “That's fucking it baby. Be a good girl and suck them for me.”
You sucked his fingers like your life depended on it. He finger-fucked your mouth in time with his dick, both speeding up as the minutes passed. You could feel yourself getting close, knowing that your orgasm was imminent.
“It's been too long since the last time you sucked my cock.” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe later you do that for me. Wouldn't you want that, princess?”
You nodded desperately, bucking your hips wildly against his cock and hands. You were about to explode, your edge hitting its peak. This is all you wanted for the last couple months: to be fucked hard and well. And that's what Colby was doing.
“You almost ready to come? Build up baby. Suck my fingers dry. Suck them like you would my dick.” You took his fingers deeper, gagging around them. You pumped yourself on his cock, whimpering. "There you go, baby. What a good girl." Colby leaned in, his horns grazing your cheek as he uttered, "My good girl... Come for me."
Your body spasmed around Colby's cock, bouncing on it helplessly. You moaned loudly around his fingers, not caring if anyone heard. You had been so focused on staring in the mirror at yourself getting fucked that didn't see that you and Colby were all alone in the bathroom once more. His eyes bore at you in the mirror, flashing to black.
Relaxing your hips, his cock pulled out of you for a moment, letting you relax. You felt your juices run down your inner thigh, your body still running high. You leaned down, placing your head against the counter as you took some deep breaths.
“Hi there, baby girl. “A familiar voice came from behind you, but it wasn't Colby's. You looked up quickly, Sam now behind you, and Colby was nowhere to be seen. Sam waved back at you in the mirror, smirking. "You ready for me now?"
“W-Where is Colby?” You stuttered, your pussy twitching at the thought of Sam's hard cock.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He'll be back soon enough." Sam traced a finger along your sex, gasping. "God baby, you are so wet. Completely soaking yourself."
He took his finger into his mouth, tasting you. "Fuck, I missed that."
Your mouth hung open, watching him through lustful eyes. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, grabbing your neck firmly. He pulled you flush against his partially exposed body, his cock hard against your ass. "We give you everything you could ask for, and you still wanted someone like Brian? How pathetic."
He forced your head to look at yourself in the mirror, "You are a desperate slut just begging to be fucked. But we're the only ones that can make you feel this good."
Sam slammed his hips into yours, his cock taking you deeply. You grunted loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. He took advantage of your still tied up hands, holding them tightly. His other hand raced up your back, lowering you down to the sink. He placed you flat against the counter, fucking you harshly. You shook with each of his thrusts, mewling at every in and out.
“You think you get to choose who fucks you now? You think you can move on from us?” He fumed, his cocking hitting your spot repeatedly.
You panted, “Noooo.”
“There is no one other than us. Let me make that abundantly clear: you're ours.” Sam's fangs sunk into your skin, your eyes widening. He continued to bite you all over, barely drawing any blood, but marking you; letting everyone know you were taken.
Your second orgasm was close. You needed this second one badly, itching to come sooner rather than later. You could feel how desperate and hot and slutty it was turning you.
“Baby girl, do you deserve to come? Have you been good?” Sam questioned.
You nodded, your whole body shaking, “Yessss. Yes I have. Please Sam! Please!”
He pulled you up again, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. “Ride my dick, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”
You uncontrollably bucked your hips, whining on his cock. His hold on your neck tightened just enough, making it hard to breath and your vision blurring. The lack of oxygen made your orgasm hit twice as hard. You soaked his member, moving mindlessly on it until you finally finished. Your legs gave out a bit, Sam catching you. He snickered, his red eyes taking you in through the mirror.
The doors to the bathroom busted open again, a random lady coming in. She turned and looked at the two of you, not even acknowledging what she had to be seeing. "Y/N, you need to come out there quick."
You were taken aback by this woman, unsure of who she was or what the hell she wanted you for. "W-what are you talking about?" You rushed, shimmying your dress down, trying to cover yourself back up.
“They're calling your name. You won an award!” She exclaimed, leaving the bathroom happily.
You furrowed your brow, turning to Sam. But he was gone. Those powers of their really do come in handy for moments like these.
You shuffled out of the bathroom, even more confused as you glanced around at everyone from your company. They were all looking at you, smiling brightly and being congratulatory. You walked towards the stage, the people directing you, and as you got closer, you saw Sam and Colby on it, holding a plaque of some sort.
Sam pulled you on stage, kissing your cheek sweetly. Colby handed you the award, shaking your hand dramatically. You took the award in your hand, turning it to see what it said.
“Give it up for Y/N everyone. The biggest slut of the year!” Sam yelled into the microphone. “Congratulations baby, you deserve it.”
You gawked at Sam and Colby, the reality of what they did hitting you. You threw the award on the ground, glaring at them harshly.
“Hey now, we worked really hard on that.” Sam pouted.
“Fuck you, how dare you make me a fool in front of everyone!” You ranted, getting in their faces.
"Princess, no one is gonna remember this. And luckily, no one will remember this either." Colby smiled devilishly.
Sam and Colby grabbed at your dress, tearing it off your body like it was made of cheap fabric. The crowd cheered, your body heating up immediately as you were suddenly naked in front of everyone.
“Now, don't argue with us, plaything. You can bitch and moan all you want to but being fucked in front of everyone... turns you on.” Colby wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “No matter how much you want to deny it, you can't deny how drenched you are right now.”
Your body quivered as Colby's fingers slipped easily into your cunt. You fell back against him; his suddenly naked body cool against your hot skin. Sam sauntered up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your torso. His hands kneaded your breasts, nipples aching to be touched.
Sam laughed, “Look at her, Colby. She can't even argue with us. She knows that we're right. She is the biggest slut of the year. She's our slut, our toy, our plaything. Ours. Forever.”
The room erupted in applause, some even screaming out your name.
“Let's give them a show, princess,” Colby gestured to the eager crowd. Let the people see the real slut you are. Isn’t that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone.”
You couldn't think anymore. Every sensation was overpowering your thoughts. You knew deep down that Sam and Colby were right, and all you could think of was how badly you wanted to come again.
You nodded feverishly, your hands automatically pawing at both of their bodies. The air around you changed once you said yes, your body being positioned graphically. Forced down onto your knees, Colby stood in front of you, while Sam was behind you.
“Aww, baby. Look, it's your favorite positions: on your hands and knees, getting railed by us.” Sam jested playfully.
Your sex throbbed, direly needing them inside of you. You whined, looking up at Colby. “Please, just fuck me. No more teasing.”
Colby stared into your eyes, jerking himself off right in front of your face. “You want this, huh? You want me in your mouth. Say it.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I want you in my mouth.”
“And what about me, toy?” Sam slapped your ass, making you look back at him.
“Fuck, I need it. I need the both of you so bad!” You cried, grinding your hips back against Sam.
Hoots and hollers sounded off around the room. You glanced at the crowd, their hungry eyes taking your desperate form in.
“Fine then, since you asked so nicely,” Colby cupped your face, turning your head back to his cock. The tip pushed against your mouth, sliding in easily. He moaned lowly, almost animalistically. Sam teased his cock along your entrance, slipping in effortlessly.
Once they were in you, you sighed deeply. It felt so good to be surrounded by Sam and Colby, to be filled by them. They had you right where they wanted you, and you loved every second of it.
And the crowd seemed to love it even more.
They started off slow, taking their time to build your pleasure up. There was nothing else on your mind. All you could think about was their cock and how much you wanted them to come deep inside of you.
Colby gaped, “Oh princess, you have the filthiest mind. Maybe even dirtier than ours.”
“That's why she's our slut. We are just innocent people being used by this whore of a woman,” Sam shuttered, lulling his head back as he fucked you. “And God, I love every second of it.”
“I could fuck this mouth for hours. How does that sound, sweetheart? You love that idea, don't you?” Colby breathed, biting his lip, staring down at you.
You nodded enthusiastically, taking his shaft deeper. He grunted, hips twitching. His hand rested on your head lightly, pulling your hair softly. His grip tightened, causing you to gag around him.
Sam cursed, “Fuuuuck, she clenched around me when gagged. Keep doing that, baby girl. That felt so good.”
“Y/N, how can you get all of this, all of us, and still want something else? Especially Brian. What a fucking loser.” Colby groaned, disgusted.
Sam agreed, grimacing. “Dude didn't even know how to eat pussy. He didn't even like eating pussy.”
The crowd booed, screaming expletives at the sound of Brian's name.
“See, everyone knows that Brian sucks. How could you ever settle for something like that when you have the best right here?” Sam inquired. “Two men willing to do anything to make you come.”
"Let me make this perfectly clear, darling," Colby pulled himself out of you, raising you up so you were eye level with him. He held your face firmly, his voice low and calm. “While I'm never the type to get jealous, and watching you get eaten out by that joke of a man was entertaining and kinda sexy, let me be honest with you.”
His face dropped, his eyes darkening with each word. "If you ever go after another man again, I will personally make sure to rip his heart out in front of you, and then I’ll breed your cunt so deeply you will feel me for days. Because there is no one else for you, princess. Just. Us. Forever. That means for eternity, you are ours. You are mine."
Sam yanked your hair, pulling you out of Colby's grip for a moment. He grunted harshly, "That goes for me too, baby girl. If you ever even breathe near another man again, I might have to drain your sexy little body dry and turn you into our immortal plaything for forever. And don't think for a second I'm bluffing."
Colby took you by the neck, pulling you back towards him, choking you lightly. All the while, Sam was still fucking you. "There is no escaping us, Y/N. We will never let you go. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, we will always be there, in the shadows, watching. We own you. And nothing will change that."
His face relaxed, going back into his casual, smug look. "So... in the meantime, enjoy yourself, princess. And open your mouth again."
He pushed you down, his cock still hard and leaking, ready to fuck your mouth. Their words sank deeply into your mind, arousing and frightening you all at the same time.
Colby thrusted himself back in, gagging you. “There you go, baby. But now, I think it's time we give the people what they want. Right, everybody?!”
The room screamed in approval, lustful energy shooting through you from the sound. Suddenly, Sam and Colby began fucking you passionately, the sheer brutal force alone bouncing you back and forth on their cocks. You whined around them, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of being their toy.
Sam groaned a breathy sound, “God, you're basically just a fleshlight, Y/N. Don't you love being used by us?”
“You know she does, Sam. Just a set of holes for us to use.” Colby’s voice was husky and low, “God, her mouth feels incredible.”
“She's so pathetic, really. She squeezed around me so tightly when we called her names. Maybe we should do that more often.” Sam taunted.
“Of course. There are so many more names we could come up with for her. But right now, all I'm concerned about is coming down her throat and fucking her until she chokes.” Colby's hips sped up as he face-fucked you. You didn't even have time to react, your jaw becoming slack and just allowing him to take over and use it like a toy. Tears welled up and rolled down your cheeks and drool dribbled down your chin from his harsh actions.
Sam's hand went between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your thighs shook from the feeling, the pleasure overwhelming.
“You're so close, aren't you, princess?” Colby panted.
Sam chimed in; his voice depraved. “Build up for us. Come with us, baby girl.”
They pounded into you in unison, almost taking the breath out of you with each thrust. The room began getting louder, chants of "Come for us" came from the crowd, building up in time with your orgasm.
Every part of this was spectacular and you couldn't get enough.
Your breathing hitched as your orgasm hit the edge, ready to fall over once they said you could. Sam and Colby kept going, kept using you, until they were ready. You begged them to let you come, your pleas muffled by Colby’s cock. Both thrusted with abandonment, needing to come just as badly as you.
Colby grunted, pulling your hair, “Fuck, fuck! Y/N, come! Come for us now!”
“Do it baby! That's fucking it, YES!” Sam growled, his fingers bruising your hips as he held them tightly.
All three of you exploded in euphoric pleasure, bellowing out in ecstasy. The crowd roared as Sam and Colby filled you up with their cum. You released around Sam's cock, soaking him. You swallowed as much of Colby's cum as you could, gagging as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly until finally slowing his hips down. Sam slammed inside of you once more, grunting out a strained cry. Your body was spent, exhausted from being fucked so many times. You felt yourself black out, unable to stay awake a moment longer.
When you came to, you were in your hotel room, inside the same hotel the event had taken place at. You felt sore everywhere, knowing that wasn’t a dream. You sighed happily, snuggling into bed. You noticed a note on the side of your pillow. You picked it up, reading it quickly.
Ours.
- Sam and Colby
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Secret Smokes (Part 11)
Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader
Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.
Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.
Word Count: 4495
A/N: Yes I did drop off the face of the earth for a bit but can I make it up to you with an extra long chapter?
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Your fight was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, and that's when you received an owl from him which was rare during dinner. He didn't pay you any attention, so you decided to take the letter to the lake and read it by yourself so no one could interrupt you and he couldn't watch or analyse you open it. You sat down by the water and opened it.
"My dearest, Y/N,
Oh how I've fucked up, in life constantly but with you in more ways than one. I don't know how to express my words in person I've never been good at words when it came to the important things like people. This is version five of this letter.
I traveled home after Monday. I couldn't bare to look at that desk, I couldn't go to Sirius as his home will forever smell like the first time I kissed you. When I arrived I found your letters, they made me realise you left to protect us from ending up in this very situation, I thought it was from fear of getting told off for being home late but really you knew that Percy was looking for clues. Unfortunately his letter found me first and convinced me to push you away, that I was risking too much by risking your schooling, I don't care about my career, what's life if you only live for a job but I don't want to mess up your future. I take my job very seriously but life is more important.
You were right when you said I'm scared of having something good, however you were wrong when you said you were convenient. You're far from it. I might be lonely but that's not why I'm drawn to you, I'm drawn to your wit, I'm drawn to your smile and I'm drawn to your world. If we could spend forever sitting on my sofa listening to music and talking I would die a happy man.
I don't know what my feelings for you are but they are strong and they scare me, you're much more important to me than anyone else I know and I fear to admit it. New Year's Eve I messed up, if we were ever going to kiss I wanted it to be after a date where I show you how you're meant to be loved and offer you the world not drunk on the steps of my best friends house.
I don't know how you feel about me and if I hurt you too much, if that's the case I am terribly sorry I wish I could make it right. If an inch of you still thinks I'm a decent man I have two offers for you.
A. If you want to remain friends and go back to last year's rules "no dear, no alcohol and no kissing" meet me tomorrow evening in my office for tea and tunes, or let me know in your own way
B: If you are up for an adventure my dear and willing to see what happens if we risk it and you still feel any attraction after my poor behaviour: Meet me tomorrow morning at 9am in Hogsmeade, next to the three broomsticks.
C: if you simply hate me like you said (at least 4 times using my full name I'm glad you don't know my middle name) all I ask is show up to my lessons, we can arrange another teacher to take over you 1-on-1 schooling but please show up. I promise to pretend I don't think you're the most amazing witch and woman I've ever met. Please don't let me ruin your exams or future.
Yours,
Remus John Lupin.
P.S. To answer the question in your original letters from the 1st of January keep my sweater, it will simply be a painful memory if you choose C and I like the way it looks on you if you choose B ."
You felt a mixture of excitement and relief with his letter, it felt like everything has magically explained itself. Remus was an anxious writer with a tendency to sabotage his own happiness but he was trying. He was trying for you.
The next morning you woke up early to get ready to see Remus, you didn't know what to expect but you were excited. You arrived in Hogsmeade early knowing Remus as someone extremely punctual you were shocked to find Remus wasn't there. You waited until 9:05 but nothing, so you began to walk back at towards the castle. "Wait!" Remus said and you turned around to see him holding two cups of coffee, one of which had obviously slightly spilled on him. "It's with milk!" He said holding a coffee forward towards you.
"Thank you." You said grabbing it.
"I'm glad you came." He said softly.
"I'm glad you sent that letter." You replied. "You have coffee on your sweater." You pointed out reaching in your pocket for a tissue.
"I didn't think through apparating with two cups of coffee.' He admitted with a shy smile as you dabbed his jumper dry. "Thank you dear." He continued softly.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked.
"Where?"
"London, grab my hand and hold your coffee tight." He said reaching out a hand and you took hold of it and you appeared in Holborn, London.
"I thought that wasn't possible in Hogwarts." You admitted.
"That's why we met in Hogsmeade dear, sorry about being late, there was a queue." He admitted showing you the coffee.
"I thought you may have changed your mind." You admitted.
"I was scared you wouldn't come." He admitted.
"Liar you got two cups of coffee." You pointed out.
"I had a feeling you'd show up, now dear, see today as my way of apologising to you. I have a small plan but if you want to do anything just tell me." He said and at that moment you turned the corner to the British Museum. "Have you been here before?" He asked.
"Maybe once or twice as a kid."
"Okay but have you ever had a magic tour of this place?" He questioned and you shook your head. "Great." Remus led you into the British museum, he looked quite excited and more young now than ever. "Now not everyone knows that many treasures in this building are actually artefacts from great magicians."
"So they stole from wizards too?" You asked and Remus laughed.
"They sure did, now not many people know how some of these great people used magic to help muggles and how some of this stuff is either cursed or enchanted." Remus continued as you walked through the beautiful foyer.
"But I'm sure you do." You said teasing him and he nodded.
"I'm not just a pretty face, unlike you I spent a lot of time in libraries."
"Are you saying I don't study? I spend a lot of time in my professors office."
"You spend a lot of time listening to music and distracting me while I try to mark work, dear." He shot back and you laughed. "Now as I was saying, I may not be a rich man or have much to offer but I have a lot of knowledge."
"You should be a teacher." You said with a wink.
"You should be a comedian. Now enough talking watch this." He said and then one of the Egyptian statues moved and stood up.
"Holy shit, are you allowed to do that?" You asked looking around.
"Don't worry no one will notice." He said
"What was that?" You asked.
"It's a Pharos tomb guard, they're enchanted to stand when an attacker approaches, they have a lot of ancient magic in here."
"So why didn't they do that when they were removed from the tomb?" You asked as you and Remus continued to walk and look at the different statues.
"They did, they did for a very long time, however when dark wizards realised there's money in helping archaeologists they helped lift curses or limit enchanted objects. Those guards were stopped from being the soldiers they were, the only thing left is the command to stand when you summon them." Remus explained, you were impressed by his knowledge. You walked through the ancient Egyptian part for another few minutes before Remus took hold of your hand and hurried you to the Ancient Greek part. "This bits my favourite, sorry is it okay if I do that?" He asked gesturing to your hand.
"It's encouraged." You blushed.
"Tell me when I cross a line Y/N, we still need to talk about us but first I want to hold my part of the deal, showing you who I actually am."
"And who are you profesor?"
"A lonely bookworm with a furry problem and a teaching job to pay the bills."
"Don't forget the cottage." You winked making him laugh.
"Now these are the Parthenon marbles, the Parthenon was being used as a base to store ammunition by the Ottomans and some idiot messed up and blew up the whole thing."
"Some idiot is that the technical term profesor?" You poked him in the arm and he rolled his eyes. You found him very attractive when he was more casually dressed, with his jacket drooped over his arms and a warm sweater on.
"It is now." He replied. "Long story short some guy named Lord Elgin went to Greece and asked the Ottomans can I have this? And they said sure and he took it, as lords usually do. It's missing a lot of parts as they're back where they belong but a small part of me feels lucky to have them here as they tell a story. You see if you come over here you'll see the Centaur." He led you over to the far wall. "He tells a story of the battle between Centaurs and Lapiths at the marriage feast of Peirithoos. And if you do this even with it's missing parts you get to watch it." He lifted his wand and the marble moved. It began plaything the story throughout the panels as if they were alive just like the paintings in Hogwarts. "And if you think that is cool look behind you." You turned around and the main sculptures were all moving, they were missing parts but they felt human.
"That's incredible, show me more." You expressed with a big smile and Remus couldn't help but smile back. "Come on." He said putting one arm around you while his other arm still had his jacket drooped over it. And like that, he led you through the museum holding your waist and making your heart flutter at his actions and brain amazed at the world of knowledge he was sharing with you.
It was one of the few times you saw Remus truly happy as he immersed himself in history. It was beautiful to see him care free not putting himself down, not talking about his condition just being himself. As you walked out the museum hours later he still had a hand around your waist. "Now dear what would you like to do?"
"Should we go get some food?"
"What a wonderful idea, there's a great pub not too far from here, only thing I need to get some cash out as I'm low on muggle money." He explained.
"I can pay."
"I'm sure you can but you won't I'm taking you out on a date it's my treat." He said as he rushed in front of you to the cash machine. "Okay" he said looking at it. "Okay, okay." He continued looking for where to insert his card. "Just a moment." He said after inserting it and just starring at all the options on the screen. "Merlin." He whispered quietly while pressing random buttons.
"You do know how to use it?" You asked suggestively.
"Of course I do." He said but he was obviously struggling.
"Here let me help you." You stood alongside him pressing the buttons for him. "How much do you want to withdraw?"
"£20?" He said hesitantly.
"£20?" You confirmed.
"£50."
"£50 are you sure?" You asked in disbelief.
"I'm not good with this, I haven't been in a muggle pub in forever I don't know the prices these days. I'm sorry, get however much you think it'll cost for us to have food. This is so embarrassing." He admitted.
"£50 it is, Remus the muggle world is my world it's okay to ask for help, I literally didn't know you could aparate in Hogsmeade." You calmed him while you finished the transaction.
"Yeah that was silly, everyone knows-"
"You don't know how to use a cash machine Remus!" You interrupted.
"I'll shut up. Now off to the pub, thank you for your help." He took your hand and lead the way. The pub was quite busy but you expected it as it was lunchtime on a Saturday. It was nice to sit opposite Remus having a meal, flirting, chatting and being yourselves. You didn't feel anxious like you did sometimes on dates, you felt like you were hanging out with a friend that you had a crush on, he would make you blush a lot with his words but he was also clumsy and stumbled a lot, something you never saw in him at Hogwarts. He ordered fish and chips and knocked over the sauces with his hand, when he went to pick them up, he hit his head on the edge of the table, you found it all cute and amusing but he was obviously embarrassed. "Am I making you slowly think I'm an idiot?" He asked after the incident and you simply replied with. "Only a little bit, makes you less intimidating."
"Am I intimidating?" He asked.
"Not at all." You said and he shook his head while laughing. After you ate you decided to take a walk along the river at first you began to talk about meaningless stuff like how you missed the Christmas lights or how Remus enjoyed the fact you can find oyster shells and old pipes on the rivers edge from the Victorian era. However the conversation changed when Remus asked. "What do you see us as?"
"I don't know." You admitted a bit of anxiety started to grow inside you.
"I don't know either, but I think we need to set some ground rules."
"What do you suggest?"
"Defining what's okay, like for example I think if either of us is developing strong feelings like love for the other we should cut it off as we don't want to hurt each other and with our current position we can't be in a relationship and be student and teacher." He said his eyes moving all over the place but avoiding you and he used his hands to emphasise what he was saying.
"How come?"
"Well for starters we can't do this all the time, if I was in love I would like to offer that person all my love, I would like to take them on dates, I would like to walk around and hold their hand, I would like to bring them to see my friends and so on... we can't do that, it will hurt to love someone but not be able to live in public, I don't want to risk the pain for either of us." He explained and you nodded.
"So what can we do?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to continue to relax in your office with you." You began and he nodded. "I want to be able to kiss you, I want to be myself with you, I want to smoke on the bridge with you and when no one is watching I want to be held by you."
"And we can do that we can just not love each other, and give each other a relationship that's the line."
"So we can see other people?" You questioned him and he looked puzzled.
"I would prefer not, I can't stop you but I may not feel comfortable with sleeping with you if you're kissing other men." He admitted.
"I'd prefer if you weren't kissing anyone else either... Can we do this sometimes?"
"Of course dear, however not as much as either of us would like to, maybe once a month or every so often not to raise suspicions."
"But I can come see you in your office every night?"
"My door is always open for you dear."
"Can I sleep in your office?"
"Where on the desk?" He remarked in a snarky way.
"Is that where you want to fuck me?" You matched his energy y.
"Well it's not for sleeping." He winked and the grabbed your hand."Enough serious conversations, let's just live a little before we have to worry about rules. Today, exists in a world of its own, what do you want to do?" He asked with a cheery tone.
"I mean checking out that desk sounds
fun but maybe before that we should enjoy London."
"I'm already enjoying it right here." Remus said stopping and pulling you in closer, putting his arms around your waist. "I think I like London." He said looking at your lips.
"Oh really." You stood on your toes to get closer to him and he leaned down and kissed you lightly.
"Alright let's go I have an idea." He said once again grabbing your hand and leading the way. You walked into a small cosy record shop. You both started looking through the shelves showing each other records you thought the other would life and either replying with a "yes" or "not my style" once the yes like became tall enough you walked over to the record played and started listening to them, there was only one pair of headphones so you had to share, bringing in your heads close as you listened to the music. "Oh listen to that trumpet." You said listening to a Chet Baker vinyl. "Do you like it?" Remus asked and you nodded. "This is one of my favourite songs, the earnest vocals, I fall in love too terribly fast, for it to ever last..." you began to sing along to the song and Remus smiled warmly at you, he couldn't help but kiss you on the cheek. "Let's buy it." He said.
"What Remus it's quite expensive?"
"That doesn't matter today dear." He said putting it back in the vinyl sleeve and taking it to the till. "Besides there's nothing more I want to do than lay in bed with you and listen to this here vinyl." He said while paying for the vinyl, he thanked the cashier a grumpy old man who didn't seem to care about your conversation. You continued to walk through London for a bit longer but it started to get colder and you both decided it was time to head home. "Okay, we need to aparate back separately as it may be busy with people at this time." He began. "You'll go first and I'll follow, I don't want to leave you alone back here, I'm sure you'll be okay but I don't want the stress." You nodded in reply. "Okay dear, once you are back it would be a good idea for you to go to your dorm or walk around somewhere far from my office, and in about thirty minutes from now come to my office and we can continue this evening." You nodded in reply and that's when he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon my dear." He said and you left. As you walked back to Hogwarts all the emotions rushed in, the excitement, the love you felt but shouldn't, the confusion from the conversation about not falling in love. You felt very overwhelmed but you also felt so many positive emotions that you couldn't wait to go visit Remus in his office. It was weird not being able to travel back with him after you were able to spent so long acting like a couple but it made sense you just wished it could be different. You walked back to your dorm room where Percy was sitting on the chair. "Hi Y/N." He said as he saw you coming in, you didn't reply. "Still giving me the silent treatment? You know I haven't done anything wrong all I wanted to do is spend time with my friend." He continued as you walked away.
"Our dear brother causing you trouble?" Fred asked as you walked past him.
"I'm going to hex him." You replied as your turned to the girls chambers.
"Be our guest." George said before you went into your chambers. It was good that Percy saw you, helps avoid his suspicions. You waited the thirty minutes before heading straight to Lupins office, just in case you checked if Percy followed you but he didn't so you were in the clear to go meet Remus. You walked through the corridors with a hint of excitement as you approached his office, you knocked on the door and Remus opened it almost immediately. "Hey you." He said with a smile letting you in and checking behind you if anyone was in the corridor, he closed the door and turned the lock before leading the way upstairs to his office where he also locked the door after you came in. "Hungry?" He asked as you sat down on the sofa.
"More peckish."
"Perfect, I have some cheeses here and some bread."
"How fancy." You pointed out looking at the small charcuterie board he prepared.
"Only the best for you." He said as he sat down beside you, a record he already had playing way playing in the background as you both sat their indulging into the different flavours. "Thank you for joining me today." Remus suddenly changed the subject.
"Thank you for showing me everything, and for the food and the vinyls, everything." You said a bit overwhelmed by his generosity.
"Come here." He gestured for you to come in closer, you lay on the sofa with your head on his crotch and he stroked your head lovingly, slowly playing with you hair. "I love how soft you hair is." He pointed out as he continued to stoke your hair. A few minutes later the vinyl playing finished and Remus gestured for you to sit up so he could change the music. "How about we try this one out dear." He said pulling out the new Chet Baker vinyl and your heart warmed. "Anything to drink? I've got a nice bottle of wine I've been thinking about opening."
"That sounds great."
"The music or the wine?" He clarified.
"Both."
"White or red dear?" He asked while opening a cabinet.
"What do you prefer? Maybe red?"
"Red it is." He pulled the bottle out and began to open it placing two glasses on the table in front of you and filling them up. "To wonderful day." He said raising his glass as he sat down. You rested your head against his shoulder as you sat in comfortable silence.
"You know moony, I prefer this when we're allowed to cuddle on the sofa and kiss sometimes." You broke the silence.
"Me too dear." He bought his hand up to your cheek and pecked your lips slightly before going back to the resting position. "I craved this every time you sat here and I sat at my desk aching to kiss you." He admitted. This was peace, you were in your safe place.
"Are you aching to kiss me now?" You asked quietly.
"Always." He whispered into your ear placing his glass down on the small table in front of you and then taking yours to do the same for you. He leaned in to kiss you, as the kiss depended you ended up laying on the sofa. He was above you his lips and your lips colliding as you both struggled to catch a breath. You felt him getting hard as he slowly moved his body up and down over you, you reached up for his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. "You're not wasting any time." He said between the kisses. His arms moved under your ass and he scooped you up in one movement so you were now straddling him, he pulled your shirt up and unclasped your bra as you began to grind on him making him harder and harder. He pulled away from your lips to suck on your nipples, the sensation made you moan in reply he grabbed your hair and pulled it down roughly making your head tilt back as he continued to worship your body. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He said lifting you up and carrying you.
"You don't want to do it on your sofa?" You asked curiously.
"Oh I do, and my desk and every wall however today I will show you how you're meant to be loved not fucked." He said while pushing the door to his bedroom open and throwing you down on his bed. He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them off along with your underwear, getting down on his knees and kissing your legs all the way up to your pussy. His hand reached up to your breasts where he started massaging them as his tongue flicked your clit making you moan. As he continued this movement with his tongue he moved his hand to slowly slip his fingers inside you pulling in and out while starting to alternate between sucking and licking. "Merlin you're either so wet or I'm drooling like a dog over how good you taste." He went straight back in and continued until you started begging for him as you felt yourself getting close. "Beg for me again." He growled as he moved to be just above you.
"Please." You barely whispered and he smashed his lips into yours, unbuckling his own trousers and taking them off while still keeping his lips on yours. You felt him thrust inside you leaving time for you to adjust, even though you remembered his size it shocked you how deep he filled you. "Are you okay dear?" He whispered checking in on you. "Mmhm." You confirm and he picked up the speed. He kissed you while going faster and started to slowly move his kisses down to your neck and breasts. You felt yourself get close as he ramped up the speed. "Cum for me dear, I want you to feel how good I make you feel." He said kissing his breath a bit. You couldn't hold it any longer and came which made him cum in you, you felt the warmth inside you as he slowed his pace and rested more of his body weight while moaning into your lips. He kissed you deeply once more before pulling out and laying down beside you. You were both panting as you lay there, Remus moved the covers and covered both of your bodies and kissed your forehead. "Good night dear." He whispered and you placed your head on his chest hugging him as his arm was around you. "Good night, Moony."
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The Waiting Game*
Title: The Waiting Game
Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader
Summary: Nick and Ash find a way to make the distance a little easier to handle.
Word Count: 915
Warnings: smut, phone/video sex
Nick smiled as his phone screen lit up with Ash's face. He could see that she was at home and lounging by the pool. They had been apart for weeks, first by Ash's stint in New Japan, and now by AEW's European tour. Nick was exhausted, both from travel and the difficulty sleeping without Ash by his side. It was super late in Germany, but Nick had to at least see Ash and hear her voice before he tried going to sleep.
"Hey, you look gorgeous," Nick greeted. He always tried to greet his fiance with a compliment. Ash smiled and blushed at the compliment, ducking her head down slightly. The movement jostled her a little and Nick's attention was drawn straight to her breasts.
"You look tired Nicky," Ash said. Nick pouted, and Ash quickly tried to think of a way to reiterate her words to show her concern. "How have you been sleeping lately?"
"Not well. You know that I can't sleep without you here." This time, it was Ash pouting as she looked at Nick. She hadn't exactly been sleeping the greatest herself, but Ash also knew what it took for Nick to admit something like that. "It's just been really hard not having you here. Are you sure that you don't want to hop on a plane and come see me for a couple nights?"
"Are you sure that you just want me there for sleep?" Ash teased. Nick knew that it was a joke, but he was still completely serious in his answer.
"Not at all. Honestly, I'd probably be too riled up to sleep. Some days it feels like I just can't get off by myself," Nick said. Ash's cheeks were burning up at the thought of Nick desperately trying to get himself off. She had always sort of had a thing for watching him touch himself. She loved watching the way his eyes darkened right before he came and the little noises that he pulled out of himself.
"I could help you with that problem," Ash offered.
"And how exactly would you do that from all the way over there?" Nick asked. Ash didn't say a word as she reached behind her back and pulled the string to her bikini top. Nick watched as it fell away with the bikini itself, but Ash kept the camera at an angle where he couldn't see everything. "Teasing me? You are a cruel woman."
"You've got it all wrong Nicky, I'm helping you. You just have to listen." Ash dropped her voice a little and let in some of her natural husk to it. She knew how much Nick loved hearing that voice and the things that it did to him. "Just close your eyes and relax."
"Okay," Nick agreed. He closed his eyes and moved the hand not holding his phone over his cock.
"It's been so long since I saw you last, and I miss you so much," Ash started. "I know that you miss me too. Can I tell you about all the things that I miss right now, Nicky?"
"Yes, please do," Nick said. Ash could tell that he had started to slowly stroke his cock. It was slow and more subtle, but still obvious that Nick was touching himself.
"I miss feeling your hands on my body. You're always touching me, even when we aren't having sex. I love it when you put your hands on my hips and squeeze a little. Especially whenever I'm riding you. God, I'd give anything to feel you inside of me right now, Nicky. I've tried using toys, but it doesn't feel the same. Nobody can fuck me like you, and it's so frustrating. I swear there was a whole week in Japan where I was just going crazy trying to get off without you," Ash said.
"Yeah? I'm sorry," Nick apologized. The words came out pretty jumbled, but Ash could still understand him. She could also see how her words turned Nick on even more.
"I can't wait for you to get home and fuck me, Nicky. God, it's been so long since I've had a good orgasm. You'd better rest up before then, because we're going all night. I want you in every possible way, Nicky," Ash told him. Nick whimpered at the thought of a sex marathon with Ash. He had been dreaming about it all week. Somehow, Ash always knew exactly what to say. "I want us to do things that we've never thought to try before. I'll give you anything you want if you make me cum."
"Ash, fuck," Nick moaned. She could see his arm moving quickly as he jerked himself off. His hips lifted up off of the bed in sporatic thrusts. Ash could tell that he was close, so she decided to try something new to help him over the edge.
"Come on Nicky, cum for me baby. Be a good boy and cum, I know you need to. I bet you're throbbing, so just let go. I'll be right here when you're finished." Ash's gentle reassurance and coaxing seemed to help tremendously. Ash watched as Nick stopped moving with a few deep grunts. She wanted so badly to be there with Nick to clean him up, but she also knew that the wait out be worth it. Nick may have cum, but Ash knew that he'd be ready for her whenever he got back to America. "Good boy, Nicky, good boy."
#my writing#one shot#nick jackson x reader#nick jackson#the elite x reader#the elite#the young bucks x reader#the young bucks#aew x reader#all elite wrestling x reader#all elite wrestling#aew
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Sorry for submitting an ask related to The Discourse. This ended up being such a wall of text that "i ain't reading all that" might be the only appropriate response.
I feel like very often when there's some internet outrage directed at a person (like mass reporting or sending annoying asks) it's a direct consequence of a fucked up game of telephone where someone is reduced to one thing they once posted, and that thing in question is gradually stripped of any nuance to the point of being spread around as something else entirely. I have not been following your blog closely in the last couple of weeks, but from everything that I have seen recently it seems that people are going through this chain of misinformation (or willful malicious ignorance, or stupidity. we may never know):
This user wrote a story which included depictions of CSA! -> This user makes pornographic content of fictional children and gets sexual gratification from seeing that content! -> This user makes and enjoys actual, real-life CP!
The jump from the first step to the second is already an insane leap, but from what I have seen this is how internet hate mobs snowball into successfully mass reporting or bullying people off of social media. Just going with the least charitable imagining of the step they're currently at so they can arrive at the next one, squeezing a person into a "that guy who did that thing" box, as if there is no other context surrounding said thing.
What bothers me about this especially, is that there might be an interesting (though difficult and draining) conversation about the first step of that chain, which as far as I know, is true - but it gets buried under braindead criticisms of either things you haven't done (like every subsequent step in the chain) or something that's boring and irrelevant (like "but what if someone ignores every content warning imaginable and reads it anyway and gets traumatized!!!").
Not all portrayals of CSA are created equal. Like, example, loli hentai is literally just porn made for pedophiles as the target audience. Obviously, that's super far off from what you're creating but I think it gives rise to a valid question: given a piece of media depicting CSA of fictional characters, where is the line between that piece of media being a worthwhile exploration of the topic and it being just CP with fictional kids as a proxy for real ones? Authorial intent? Whether someone ends up getting off to it? I have no fucking clue if I'm being honest. And I'm sure as all hell that tumblr also doesn't, so they just default to "it's all bad and irresponsible, delete your blog".
no need to apologize, anon. but i am sorry for responding with an answer you may not like, and i understand if you don't want to interact or associate with me now.
i think sometimes yes, it is a lot of misunderstandings and miscommunications. but i am the second step. i do get sexual gratification from explicit fictional content (drawn or written) with fictional minors.
the thing that makes it complicated, and apparently too complex for some people to understand, is that the sexual gratification is not because of a sexual attraction to children.
for me, it's about what fictional children represent. it's about twisting that symbolic innocence into something disturbing. it's about using the undeveloped psychology of a fictional child and the naive trust in order to craft more twisted, manipulative scenarios. it's about putting a symbol of youth and purity in adult situations and playing with those elements, seeing if that youth and purity stays or if it's destroyed by the trauma. if there even IS trauma -- not all of the content i make will be angsty or whumpy, because sometimes it's still just as delightfully disturbing to make it Simple and Sweet.
once upon a time, my dad did something incredibly traumatizing to me as a kid, and it's a trauma that i cope with through Logan all the time. it's literally the 'David using his son as his wife' trauma.
i've had a lot of time to do some self-reflection ever since then and i've realized now, that night changed me. it changed how i think. it made me drawn to explicit fiction with fictional minors, specifically paired with or abused in some way by adults. that wasn't just something i always felt.
you're absolutely right about things snowballing, and i do think at this point, people think that they can just 'cancel' anyone they don't like. and i absolutely agree that not all portrayals of explicit content with fictional minors are made equal.
but i don't think loli hentai, or any animated medium with fictional minors, is just for pedos. i think it can be CONSUMED by pedos (like anything), but like…you can find plenty of adjacent things on any porn site. underage kink, ageplay, daddy's little girl, mommy's little boy -- there is a kink for every genre in that category, and i don't think getting sexual gratification from it makes you a pedo.
the icky morally gray area that people tend to avoid is that fiction cannot, and should not, be judged by intent. fictional CP could range from anywhere on a scale of 'artfully written story about abuse' to 'totally obscene PWP'. and ultimately, it just comes down to whether you want to engage with it, and whether you can still value a person as a person knowing that they might get off to something that gives you the creeps.
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Hihi Rhi :))
ART&RCSW - Special Edition
This week (??) I'll talk about two fics, because I absolutely have to talk about Tailspin <33 And since I'm talking about that, it'll be a Tokyo Revengers themed week I guess
Firstly, The Shape of Your Name?? I have a thing for Kazutora, 100%, and it's like, partly your fault tbh
Anyway, I love this fic so so much, because it's 100000x more painful than any normal soulmate fic you've written, and that's saying something
I love Baji so much and this poor boy just does not get a break, not to mention his poor soulmate
And the twisted way Tora is drawn to the reader just ticks all the right boxes, not to mention how his sense of indebtedness towards Baji translates towards the reader - because obviously, as much as he seems to like her, she is still an extension of Baji, the only one he still has
Just, the entire fic is so mouthwateringly delicious <33
Now, on to the star of the show
Tailspin <33
I like how this fic is centred around Chifuyu and the fact that he remembers - that he's trying to do the right thing and still fails miserably
I do have a question before I get into it - did he kill Takemichi to get the time leaper power?? Or??
Anyway, the way he tries to keep Baji and Kazutora away from the reader, all for it to amount to absolutely nothing in the end - also the fact that we read it from his pov and see how much it strains him to stay away, it almost seems like he was being punished for not taking the reader when he had the chance - she died because he went against the grain and all that
It's like one big cosmic joke because he tried to do the "right" thing
Also the reader's piece of shit boyfriend?? Man, him getting beat up was satisfying as hell, thank you for that Rhi :))
It was such a beautiful fic, and I loved the attention to detail, and the idea that he remembered bits and pieces from previous timelines
Also, I'm curious about Baji and Tora's reactions to him kidnapping this random girl - obviously they were happy and went along with it, but like, what was the process?? Did they ever question how and why Fuyu noticed her and decided to kidnap her??
Anyway, I loved this fic so much, I love all of your writing <33
Sorry again for being a bit late, but by this point, I guess we're both used to it - I hope you've had a good weekend :))
See you (maybe??) on Thursday for another round of fangirling over your writing <33
art, bby, i adore you <33
okay so y'all know (or maybe you don't idk) but tora, baji and chifuyu are my absolute faves in tokyo revengers ... hence why at least half of my tokrev fics features at least one of them hehe
i will gladly take the blame for any Kazutora love, he deserves it all and i am just a vessel to share that with you guys.
the shape of your name is i think the first time i've written a non-soulmate pairing in a soulmate fic? cuz that's such a fun concept to play with, especially when it's yandere, and especially when it's someone clearly fucking unhinged <33
but yes. tailspin :))
YES! HE! MURDERED! THE! FUCK! OUTTA! MICHI!!
again there was gonna be a full scene but i kinda liked the idea of leaving it more up to y'all imaginations as to whether he went and 'asked' or picked the less noble path which involved a pipe but uhhh, in my mind he definitely went with the latter. more because it was a, i guess, sort of proven method? there was no guarantee that even if takemichi agreed to give him the power that he'd know how to do it, that it'd work properly.
and takemitchy wouldn't have given it to him anyway.
but yeah, the universe i guess has it out for the reader fhjdekfhjrek
it wasn't all that intentional, but i never really loved (from a narrative side) the whole 'everyone lives and we're all happy best friends forever uwu' ending that we got. ofc i was thrilled my faves got a second chance, and draken and emma got together and takemichi saved his friends yes, but... life doesn't work that way.
i also liked the idea that certain things are just set in stone within that universe, and yes, maybe chifuyu trying to stray too far from that inevitably made things a thousand times worse for everyone involved.
as far as ginji goes.... gbfhdjkjhvfjdks after getting in trouble for making oc's that you guys liked and then putting them through hell i decided to go the opposite direction. initially when i started the fic he was gonna be a loving, good bf but... where's the fun in that? >:)
chifuyu operates on the belief (or at least tries to convince himself) that the reason they did what they did with the reader in the past was that they were essentially broken people. they lost their way, they lost their friends, and as sad and as sick as it was a kind of coping mechanism. they were beyond healthy relationships, and while they loved the reader, that dependency and the fear that she'd be taken from them too made them go to those lengths.
therefore, in this new, shiny timeline where they're all better people without mental illness, trauma and ptsd who don't kill their friends and beat people to death for the fun of it, they should be able to have a fresh start and be better versions of themselves.
unfortunately for him, they're just broken, fucked up people to begin with, there's no changing that.
i think i sort of explained it badly in the earlier ask, because it wasn't like 'oop, there's this pretty girl and we've noticed you stalking her, but hey if you wanna keep her down here that's cool with us as long as we get to share :))' fghdjkdjhvfjdks
in the original timeline they clock on pretty quick – almost from the get-go in tora's case – that something is up with chifuyu and the reader, and when he starts to spiral... they piece things together. they're both incredibly perceptive, even in canon.
between him leaping back and actually physically abducting the reader, months pass. he sort of leaves a trail of breadcrumbs, waits to see the reaction they'll have to that. i refuse to believe that none of them knew anything about the time leaps, even if they didn't remember anything like fuyu does. there is no way loudmouth, awkward as fuck takemitchy (or mikey) at no point said some weird shit that twigged something between their friends.
it isn't difficult to put chifuyu's strange behaviour and his 'sudden' obsession with this girl together with what they know – or at the very least suspect – and come up with some interesting conclusions. chifuyu wouldn't come right out and blurt the whole story, but over time he'd let things 'slip'.
but i also don't think they're all that interested in pushing him for reasons or justification. if chifuyu wants to keep his secrets, fine.
it's not like they don't feel that draw towards her. it's not like they don't have those same, dark, selfish impulses lurking beneath their skin.
#rhi answers#artemis32#ART&RCSW#fic asks#tailspin#also i am so glad someone asked about the michi thing#i have been waiting for that#ghfjdkjghjfdk
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Just ava
Ava: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
Ava: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.
Ava, playing a video game: How do I play?
*Ava has drawn first blood!*
*Ava is on a killing spree!*
*Ava is on a rampage!*
*Ava is unstoppable!*
*Ava is dominating!*
*Ava is godlike!*
Ava: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.
Ava: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.
Ava: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.
Ava: I failed my safety training course today.
Alastor : Why, what happened?
Ava: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"
Alastor : And?
Ava: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.
Ava: *slams books down in front of Alastor *
Ava: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.
Alastor : You could of said literally anything else.
Ava: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.
Alastor : I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.
Alastor : Don’t mansplain this to me!
Ava: Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you!
Alastor : …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!
*Alastor and Ava are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*
Alastor : oh my god, Ava, backwards!
Ava: Really, Alastor ? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.
Alastor : We wouldn’t last two minutes without Ava.
Alastor :
Alastor : Don’t tell her I said that.
Alastor : You know, sometimes I really think I can be too straight.
Ava, covered in bi merch and sipping an iced coffee: Sucks to be you.
#lilith morningstar#charlie morningstar#charlie spring#charlie hazbin hotel#lucifer hazbin hotel#lilith hazbin hotel#original character#oc#hazbin hotel oc#alastor hazbin hotel
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I am sorry. I really am... but
I need more things about Hadrian!!!!!!!
Really can be anything!!!
I'm really sorry but I don't think I have anything else about him to share 😭 I've used up all my notes and I'm no longer working on the project, it was only for fun anyway, I never intended to complete it :(
I feel really bad though, maybe I can write something now, just a tiny scene... hmmm.... maybe something from Book 2?
warnings: derogatory phrases, but not said directly to anyone.
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You sorely wished you could just leave the door to your room closed, but despite how hospitable Hadrian's brother had been with you, you knew better than to try your luck antagonising a royal on their territory.
"Come in," you grumbled, not getting up from your bed.
The door opened and Hale walked in, being guided by a servant.
"Have you spoken to Hadrian?" he asked, cutting directly to the chase. He'd got better at that over the last few weeks when he realised how much the flowery talking around things nonsense had got on your nerves.
"Yes," you said simply, staring at the ceiling. "And believe me, we have nothing left to talk about."
"You are getting married in six days, you have plenty to discuss," Hale replied, voice harsh.
You immediately flared up at his tone, all the frustration from your earlier conversation with Hadrian flooding back.
"Don't you fucking dare talk to me like that, prince or not! I'm doing you all a favour even sticking around! What do I care if the kingdom topples because people think one prince is a cripple and the other is a whore? I'm a pirate, remember? You're lucky I don't just leave, you wouldn't be able to stop me."
"Then what is stopping you?" Hale asked, voice so firm that you sat up and looked at him for the first time. Your eyes were drawn first to the white knuckled grip he had on his cane; he was angry.
"What?" you asked, feeling the wind being taken from your sails.
"You heard me. If no person in this palace is capable of stopping you, then why are you here? You scoff at the fineries of palace living, you have no desire to rule, Hadrian's children are not actually yours, and you know your way back to your ship by heart. What is stopping you?"
You blinked at him, grateful that he couldn't see the look on your face.
"Because I will not have you continuing to act like a prisoner with no free will, angry at the world around you, for a situation you chose to be in."
"I didn't choose-"
"Then get out of my palace!" Hale shouted suddenly, rage lining every syllable. "Get out! Because all you have done since you got here is make my little brother cry, after everything that has already happened to him and I won't have it any longer!"
You were shocked into silence. You couldn't have predicted this from the mild mannered prince. He didn't wait for you to reply before continuing.
"You will talk to Hadrian tomorrow," he commanded. You felt yourself bristle at the tone; you hadn't taken orders from anyone in a long time. "You will sort out your feelings and your desires and then you will decide if you will stay or leave. And if you stay, you better recognise that you aren't the only victim here, because I will not tolerate anymore tantrums."
"Leave me alone," you said in a rather pathetic attempt to gain back some power over the conversation. "I'm tired."
You laid back down and though you couldn't see Hale's face anymore, you could feel his rage.
"Goodnight," he said curtly, signalling his servant to lead him out. "You would do well to consider what I have said."
When the door clicked shut, you felt more vulnerable and confused than you had in a long time.
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A Bitch of a Smile
Part Four of All's Fair in Casa Amor
read it on AO3 | chapter written by @crimswnred
Night three in the Villa. Tensions are high and the desperation is real as it's the last night for any of the girls to make an impression.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three |
Bobby adjusted the black baseball cap on his head and climbed down the stairs, watching as Rahim and Shannon whispered to each other and looked pretty cosy together on the tiny sofa. Next to them, Siobhan tried a conversation with Noah and Henrik but only the latter looked really interested in the talking. He chuckled to himself, knowing damn well that with video or not, there was no chance in hell that Noah would actually bring a girl back.
He, on the other hand, was feeling free as a bird. Marisol looked like she was switching and good for her. She shouldn't feel as if she owed something to him and he for sure didn't want her to feel bad or guilty about him being single, so, in total respect for their friendship, Bobby was willing to go out and really try with these girls…
Oh, who was he kidding? He liked Astrid, that was all.
It was funny if anything. Throughout these two first weeks on the show, he hadn't felt a single flame. Not even a tiny spark. He had kissed some girls but there was never more than it. They turned out to be his mates, in the end, a pure stroke of bad luck. But in less than three days, Astrid had made him feel good again. She was flirty, beautiful and seemed to be really into him – even the other guys were telling him so. If she was playing the game, she was damn good at it and he was willing to let himself be played.
Deciding to take a chance this time, Bobby strolled onto the lawn, eyes searching for her as a smile grew on his face. Tonight, he would truly flirt with her, without averting her eyes and, who knows, maybe he should kiss her again.
No. He would kiss her.
But before he could find her, he felt a hand pulling the hem of his shirt. He stopped, then turned, only to find Emily smiling bashfully at him.
"Do you mind if we go for a chat?"
He looked over his shoulder, still unsure. In the end, he turned back to Emily and nodded. "Sure," he said, following her to the swings.
"So," she said as she sat down next to him. "I've noticed that you look a little… torn between Astrid and me, and I get it. It's not a fun choice to make but–..."
Wait, wait, wait. "What?" Bobby stopped her, for sure a puzzled look finding his face. "I'm sorry but where did you get this impression?"
She tilted her head, confused. "I'm sorry, all the girls have been saying… Am I wrong?"
He didn't know where, how, when. Did he say something wrong? Were there ever misleading moments? He tried to remember it. The boys were under the impression he would bring Emily back and, yes, he had been friendly with her. Did he somehow overstep? Maybe led her on?
"Yeah, listen, Emily…" He turned his body to her, trying his best not to frown or look anything but sympathetic. He should make this right. "You're a really nice girl. You're fun, extroverted, the centre of the party and any guy would be lucky to have you. Like, look at you, right? You're flames. The thing is…"
But before Bobby could explicitly tell her he was not interested, she kissed him.
She closed the stupidly big gap between them so fast that he wasn't able to process it until he realised he had spent too much time kissing someone he didn't even like. As if lightning had struck him, Bobby jumped from his seat, breaking the kiss and looking at her with wide eyes and a long face. He was shocked, stunned. What the fuck?
"W-Where did this come from?"
Emily frowned and cocked her head back, the pure confusion drawn all over her face. Oh, god, he had fucked this up so badly. She liked him, didn't she? And he let her believe he felt the same.
"I thought…" she stood, taking a step towards him, who took one back, almost instinctively. "Did I do something wrong?"
His heart sank. His stomach turned. Fuck. Bobby raised one hand to his forehead, pressing his fingertips against his skin. His head hurt.
"You did nothing wrong, I just…" he sighed, trying to find his words and make them look better. Fuck. He had done this. It was his fault. And now he couldn't even properly do this. "Emily, I'm so sorry."
She looked down at her feet, shoulders slumped. "Is this about Marisol?" She asked with a tiny voice.
He wanted to explain it but nothing got out. Instead, he stayed there in silence, hanging his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Astrid, then?" She asked again.
He raised his head, making the terrible mistake of looking her in the eye. There was more than sorrow in them now. Anger. Disappointment. Resentment.
"I'm so sorry." It was the only thing he could say now. "It was not my intention to make it seem like there was something there for me. I'm sure one of the other guys will treat you so much better than I ever would."
Emily stood, one hand at her hip. She looked shocked. Incredulous. She rolled her eyes, staring at him with a scowl. Everything reminded him of what he had done. "It's fine, Bobby, no need to play nice now." She huffed, crossed her arms and pushed past him. "I don't need your bullshit."
He turned on his heels to watch her leave the swings, going directly towards Siobhan, who was now hanging out with Shannon inside. Bobby sighed, kicking the lawn and hanging his head back.
Astrid.
His eyes searched for her again. He needed to tell her what happened. If Emily and the other girls thought he was somehow interested in Emily, there was a great chance Astrid also believed that too. He needed to tell her what happened. For better or worse.
Bobby walked down the lawn, this time straight to Astrid who was sitting on the daybeds alongside Noah, both of them laughing loudly – or at least, the loudest Bobby had ever heard Noah laugh. She had one hand supporting herself behind her as she leaned back and hung her head. Noah, on the other side, was looking down at his own feet, shaking his head with a grin and lingering laughter on his lips. Their knees were nonchalantly touching, the sight making Bobby's stomach flip.
Because I haven’t thought about it, Noah had told them just this morning when they were talking about switching. Now, Bobby was left wondering what he meant.
Before he noticed what he was doing, Bobby reached them, hugging Astrid from behind and letting his arms fall over her torso. She tilted her face upwards, looking and smiling widely at him. His heart fluttered and the butterflies showed up again, his head feeling light.
"I thought you'd never join us!" She said, resting her hands over his arms and squeezing them.
"Had to find this new cap," he responded, a smirk working on his lips. "How do I look, lass?"
He wiggled at her and she giggled, blushing. "I knew it would look cute on you."
Bobby chuckled, resting his chin on her head and bringing her closer before he tickled her and she broke into a feverish fit of laughter. He had almost forgotten Noah's presence if it wasn't for the taller boy insisting on clearing his throat and bursting their little bubble.
"Is it ok if I stole Astrid for a chat, Noah?" Bobby asked him.
Noah looked embarrassed at Bobby's request. He stood, smoothing his jeans. "Yeah, sure, I was just about to leave anyway, gotta find Rahim."
"I'm pretty sure he's still snogging Shannon's face off," Astrid said, nodding back to the Villa.
"Yeah, probably… anyway, thanks for the chat, A."
A. Bobby scowled watching Noah leave but in the end, he decided to leave it as it was. He had had too much emotion for a single day. There was no need for getting himself into additional problems.
He still had to tell Astrid about Emily.
Oh boy.
"Wanting to be alone with me, then, Bobs?" She said as soon as Noah was out of earshot, tilting her face back to face him.
Bobby broke their hug, sitting with her on the bed – the same one they had been sharing since the first day of Casa. His eyes wandered off to the Villa as his head tried to work the words out. He needed to be more assertive and needed to play this right. The boys were right, after all. He couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Not because of the game but because he liked her.
He liked Astrid.
So much.
"Something happened…"
Astrid's face screwed itself to a confused one and then, a concerned one. "Is everything ok?"
His heartbeat raced. It was going so fast now that he was sure it would escape his chest at any given time.
"So…" breathe in, breathe out, he bit his lips and closed his eyes. "Emily kissed me." He burst out, so fast that it almost felt like the words were capable of burning his tongue. He wasn't sure if she heard it and he wasn't going to repeat it.
Silence.
He shut his eyes tighter, lowering his head.
Oh, he had fucked this up already.
Without knowing it, he started explaining himself. "It was so fast. I was talking to her, she told me she was into me and wanted to know if there was something between us. I got so confused 'cause for me… 'cause for me there never was. So, I tried to tell her that but she kissed me. I swear I broke it off and turned her down as soon as I realised."
Her voice was steady, a little more serious than he was now used to hearing it.
"Why are you telling me this?"
There it was, the chance he had begged for all summer, slipping through his fingers.
With all his might, he tried to grab and keep it. He raised his head again and locked eyes with her, before confessing. "Because I like you."
But then the weight of her hands found him, the warmth of her skin emanated to him and she squeezed his hands.
"What did she tell you?" Astrid asked him with a soft voice. Almost concerned. "You seem worried."
"That the girls were commenting that… that we had something going on? I don't know what I've done to make her see something between us but I feel like pure shite now."
Astrid slipped her right hand over his, locking their fingers. "Bobby, hey, Bobby," she called, making him look at her again. "No need to worry. You've done nothing wrong. She was the one telling people you'd take her back, not the other way around. All she wants is to be part of the main Villa. She's playing the game."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, I do," she nodded promptly. "Annnnnd I like you too," she giggled, scooching closer, allowing him to take a look at her beautiful face. Was he dreaming? It felt like dreaming. "I had a feeling she'd try something tonight. Actually, it's a relief that she only tried it now…"
"I should've put an end to it as soon as I figured I wasn't interested," he huffed.
She nodded. "At least that's over with now." Astrid pulled a face, making him chuckle.
"Ah! I feel silly now. Thought you'd make me sleep alone tonight!"
He propped himself onto one of his elbows, turning his body to her as if he was shielding them from the rest of the Villa. She did the same, mirroring his pose with a smile.
“But I must say, it takes a lot of balls to kiss you while you're wearing my cap."
He chuckled at that, shaking his head. "I guess she was too eager." He said, with his signature boyish grin and a half-shrug.
Astrid gasped, shoving him. "Oh, now you're just getting cocky."
"A pretty girl just told me she liked me, it's hard not to gain an ego boost," he said, leaning closer to her.
"Boy, you better stop calling me pretty before I believe it."
"Oh," he frowned, tilting his head as his grin turned to a mischievous one. "Did you think I was talking 'bout you? I meant Emily." She gasped again, her mouth shaping into an 'O' before she stood. "Too soon?"
"You shall face my fury now, Bobby McKenzie!"
And with that, she threw herself over him, rolling him over and pushing him back to the mattress while her hands tickled him all over, making him roar with laughter. In a second, she was straddling him, her long blonde hair like a curtain over their faces as she locked their gazes and rested their foreheads together, both panting and smiling at each other with hearts racing in sync.
Her eyes flickered from his eyes to mouth and eyes again. "I might keep you like this all night," she whispered, brushing their lips slightly before intertwining both of their hands together and bringing them over his head. He couldn't help but smirk when she winked. "As a punishment."
"Please, don't threaten me with a good time," he told her back before capturing her lips with his own.
Kissing her was his new favourite thing. He could taste the cheap champagne, could feel her hands cupping his face and see the smile of approval that she had once his own hands were resting on each side of her waist. Surely, there was nothing better in the world than this, not that he was aware of.
Astrid let a sigh escape her, welcoming his tongue inside her mouth. In an almost instinct, Bobby brought her closer, causing her to spread her legs even further over him, the friction of his jeans and the lace of her underwear being the only thing separating them. God, it had been a while…
"Oi! You two lovebirds," Gary shouted from nowhere, making Astrid pull back and look up. "Get a room, will ya?"
She rolled over him, giggling furiously as she burrowed her face in the crook of his neck and he hugged her, hoisting them up and helping her stand before he turned to Gary and flashed him the cockiest of smiles and shouted back: "No need to ruin it for me just 'cause you're not getting some!"
Gary and the boys around – Lucas, Rahim and Henrik – fell about laughing looking like a group of teenage boys that just heard the word "boob" for the first time. Bobby rolled his eyes and shook his head, circling Astrid's waist with one of his arms. "Sorry 'bout them."
"We were not very discreet so it's not like I'm shy," she grinned at him. "I might need to fix my makeup, though..."
"Yeah, sure, I'll be with the boys!" He kissed her cheek before letting her go. "See ya!"
He watched her going, hips swaying side to side, making the view from behind look almost as beautiful as the front one. She went straight to Ali, pulling her back inside the Villa but not without checking behind her shoulder, stealing a chance to take one last look at him. When they locked eyes, she threw him a kiss, to which he chuckled and sent it back. He was down bad.
When she was out of sight and, more importantly, out of earshot, he made his way to the boys in the kitchen with a bitch of a smile working on his lips. "Gary, I'll fucking kill you."
"Next time go somewhere private, my dude," Gary said between chuckles.
"Like the pantry?" Bobby shot him a glance, opening a cupboard. "Where are the crisps?"
"It's a party, Bob, where do you think?" Henrik piped in, nodding at the three bowls filled with crisps on the counter.
"Shit, I didn't notice it."
"I wonder why," Gary added making him roll his eyes, unable to hold back his smile.
"So, are you switching, then?!" Lucas questioned Bobby, raising an eyebrow at him as he grabbed some crisps. "You and Astrid seem to get along well."
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."
"He's switching, 100%." Gary nodded knowingly.
"Good for you mate," Rahim nodded, satisfied. "Good for you."
Bobby was about to say something when he heard a phone going off. He turned, looking at Lucas, who was holding his phone in his hands before he shouted. "I got a text!"
The other islanders all huddled around Lucas in less than a minute. Astrid came too, her lipstick looking way less smudged as she squeezed herself beside Bobby, who snaked both arms around her waist and brought her closer.
"Islanders, it's time for a game of beer pong! Please, head to the fire pit. Hashtag I dare you. Hashtag knowing me, knowing you."
Gary bolted out of the kitchen dragging Ali with him between laughs and the islanders followed the lead shortly after. Bobby and Astrid took their time, strolling the lawn to the fire pit slowly, hand in hand.
There was this big ping-pong table in the middle of the fire pit. They stood back while Siobhan read the rules. It was a boys versus girls game and if one of your cups was hit, you had to drink it and do whatever dare was written on the bottom. Fun, right?
The first to play were Gary and Shannon. Despite all Gary's big talk, Shannon easily scored in her first try, causing him to neck his drink and read the dare.
"Switch clothes with an islander of the opposite sex," he read it out loud before immediately throwing his shirt at Ali, making her snort.
While they switched clothes Bobby caught himself wondering if he had ever seen Gary have that much fun. Lottie would never join in with his silly jokes and the embarrassing challenges, even if he asked her for it, while Ali just seemed to… get him.
But he immediately shook the thought off his head. It was unfair to compare them like that.
The group clapped when Gary finally found a way to slide Ali's dress down his hips and even Astrid was roaring with laughter as Ali striked a pose with Gary's large jeans.
"You look ridiculous, mate," Lucas said between chuckles. "That dress is too much."
"Peak television," Henrik agreed.
"None of you can rock a dress better than Bobby," Astrid added, crossing her arms as her eyes were lit up with humour. "That was peak television."
"I'm sorry?" Gary feigned shock, looking at Astrid with his mouth in a perfect 'O'. "This, my darling," he paused, striking a pose, "it's elegance."
"Sure, sure…" She rolled her eyes playfully.
"Why don't you go then, Astrid?" Emily piped up as she picked her nails. "Since you already made yourself the centre of attention… again?"
From the corner of his eyes, Bobby watched the playfulness of Astrid's face melting as a scowl replaced it.
"At least I know how to keep my tongue inside my mouth," she said softly before turning on her heels and marching to the ping-pong table. "C'mon, who wants to face me?"
Bobby was about to join her when Henrik quickly untangled himself from the crowd of islanders and stood on the other side of her. They tried twice before Henrik finally dropped the ping-pong ball inside one of the red cups.
"Unzip someone's trousers," she read, giggling to himself and eyeing Bobby with blushed cheeks, "without using your hands."
There was a choir of "oohs" and "aahs" as Bobby smiled down to his feet with burning cheeks. He could hear her getting closer and, when he looked up again with a smile that would probably be read as cocky, she was facing him.
"Do you mind?" She whispered.
He did too. "No at all."
She winked at him and ran her fingers through her hair, before tying it up and kneeling down before him, causing the boys to go crazy. Bobby could hear them screaming and jumping up and down like crazy as himself couldn't believe that this was happening to him.
Bobby looked down at her, watching her up close as she bit down her own laugh and leaned forward, grabbing his zipper between her teeth and looking at him. His body was now stiff from the contact and a fire grew from his toes all the way up to his ears, barely letting him hear a thing around them.
She slowly brought it down, making him flinch with the slow movement. Her face was too close, her eyes were too magnetic, the moment was too intimate. And when her cheek brushed against his jeans, he felt his cock twitch, holding his breath. It had been, what? Weeks? Nearly a month? One could call it a drought.
But then she was done and up again. Standing in front of him with a mischievous smile before turning around and letting him hug her from behind as the others clapped and he burrowed his face in her hair.
"Fuuuuck me," he muttered.
And he was sure that he heard her saying, in a breath: "Later."
Bobby couldn't pay attention to the next part of the game but Rahim and Blake took too long before she finally hit his cup. He took his time, drinking slowly, time enough for Bobby to cool off and relax behind Astrid.
"Snog the islander you fancy the most and the islander you fancy the least." Rahim read out loud, staring at the bottom of his cup.
He took a look around, stopping right when he clocked Shannon. Within seconds, they were already snogging each other's faces out. Bobby hid his face on Astrid's neck laughing while the boys all wolf-whistled and chanted Rahim's name. The girls on the other hand were giggling and clapping, watching as the boys went wild.
They broke off the kiss some good time after and Rahim turned back to face the other girls. His eyes longed a bit on Astrid, who nervously played with her hair, combing them out of her back and letting it fall to the side, showing Bobby a glimpse of another tiny tattoo.
But Rahim dodged her and strolled to Siobhan, giving her a proper snog that didn't last long and didn't get that much applause and cheers from the other boys.
"Ugh, that's brutal," Astrid whispered when Bobby rested his chin against her shoulder. "Like, even if I don't like him, I was already gutted thinking he would choose me."
"I know," he said softly. "I'd feel like a mug."
"Ok, ok, that's fine," Gary clapped, grabbing the attention. "Next man in line, please!"
"Why don't we do Bobby and Emily?" Siobhan suggested as she fixed her makeup.
Bobby just shrugged and squeezed Astrid's waist before getting himself into position. Emily left the crowd, too, standing right before him. It didn't take long until she had hit one of his cups.
He grabbed his blue cup, hanging his head and letting the cheap warm beer slid down his throat all at once. He could feel the disgusting light hints of alcohol slipping under his tongue. God, who told the producers it was a good idea to let a bunch of beer out in the hot Spanish summer.
Still grimacing from the bitter taste, Bobby turned his cup upside down and read the paper glued to it out loud: "Take off all of your clothes but your underwear."
He heard clapping followed by a wolf-whistle before the girls were all chanting 'take it off' at him. He sneaked a glance at Astrid, who was laughing and chanting as she used her hands as a megaphone.
Bobby winked at her, sending Astrid into another fit of giggles while he unbuttoned his shirt. "Well, at least my pants are already half opened," he said, making the boys roar again. On the other side of the table, Emily huffed, but it was soon muffled by the rhythmic applause from the other girls.
With a smile that he couldn't drop and pink cheeks, Bobby unbuttoned his shirt and let it on the table. As he finished taking off his jeans, Henrik and Gary snuck closer and snapped his pieces of clothing out of his hands, running around the villa with them on hands as if they were flags and screaming like idiots.
"Very funny, now give it back." Bobby shouted, catching Astrid's eyes. She was smiling but the hint of humour in her face made Bobby feel self-conscious. God he was wearing boxers and converses. Not a good look.
"What?" Gary asked, taking Bobby's jeans from Henrik's hands. "This?"
And as the girls laughed, there was a huge splash on the pool as Gary came out of it, soaking wet, leaving Bobby's clothes behind.
"My dress!" Ali shouted, but by the joking tone of her voice, she was not mad at all.
Bobby laughed it off, feeling his cheeks burn a little as the boys joked about.
Astrid got closer to him, taking his attention out of the lads. "Do you want a towel?" She asked him, not louder than a whisper. "To cover."
"It's that bad, huh?" There was a smile on his lips that didn't meet his eyes.
And she sure realised it, cause she got closer, circling his waist with her arms as he did the same to her. "I mean, I would rather have the vision for myself, you know? Feels weird knowing three girls here have already kissed you and seen you half naked."
Bobby chuckled. "Not everyone had unzipped my jeans with their mouths, though."
"And I better be the only one to do so," she said, narrowing his eyes playfully at him.
Bobby was about to tell her how she was the only one he was planning letting be that close but Noah's voice interrupted him. With an apologetic look on his face, the librarian turned to them and said: "I pick Astrid."
There were a few gasps as Astrid untangled herself from Bobby and walked to Noah with a confused look over her face. Bobby watched as his friend glanced at him as fast as he turned back to Astrid to whisper something.
And before Bobby knew it, they were kissing.
The few seconds they spent like that felt like hours for him. It surely wasn't long and passionate like their kisses but it lasted longer than it should have. A bitter feeling grew on his stomach, a feeling he hated. He tried to keep his composure, sitting on the bench in front of the table, the cold of it only making him feel even more stupid with his boxers, converses and cap combo.
Suddenly he wasn't having that much fun.
When they finally parted, it was liked someone had just turned the volume of the TV up. He could hear the cheering and the claps, not so loud like the other turns but happy nonetheless.
Astrid came back to him immediately after, looking like she couldn't be bothered by Noah which surely made Bobby feel a little better. She looked at him, tilting her head with a smile that was hard to say no to and raised her eyebrow as if she was asking permission. Bobby straightened up, confused, before she sat down on his lap and kissed his cheek.
"What was that about?" He whispered, trying to distract himself from the fact her legs were brushing his boxers and that his hands were palming the skin between her top and skirt.
"He had to kiss the girl he thinks is wife material."
That stung a little. But Bobby raised his chin and smiled at her charmingly. "That checks out."
The game kept going for a while. Siobhan gave Henrik a body shot and he returned the favour on his turn, giving her a sexy massage. Blake's dare was to do a sexy crawl to the islander she fancied the most and Bobby felt relieved that his challenge was just to take off his clothes.
Ali had to suck the earlobe of the prettiest girls and she chose both Blake and Astrid – who was left with a fit of giggles and reddened face that gave Bobby some idea of what she enjoyed. And that was not the last time she stood up again that night with Lucas asking her and Blake for a three way kiss that looked more sloppy than enjoyable.
The last islander to have a challenge was Emily. She had to choose an islander to arm wrestle for a kiss on whoever they liked. Bobby didn't even have to try to guess who she was going to pick right.
"Astrid," Emily said with a disdain that didn't sit right with Bobby.
Gary and Rahim set everything up for them so it would be "as fair as possible" according to them. Bobby watched as Astrid flipped her hair back and set her elbow in place, looking pissed. And hot. Very, very, very hot.
Oh, Bobby hoped she won.
"Ready? Set. Go!" Rahim counted before letting go of their hands. The girls were cheering, the two groups really clear now. While Ali and Blake were squealing beside Astrid, Shannon and Siobhan were saying some encouraging words next to Emily.
For the most part of it, the match was pretty even. Every time one of them would get the upper-hand, the other would find a way of turning around. Until almost the very end, Bobby couldn't tell who was going to win but then Astrid glanced at him and bit her lips, forcing her arm to the side and taking Emily's with her until they touched the table.
"Astrid wins!" Rahim shouted, the boys celebrating and (half) the girls squealing. Bobby took her by the waist and twirled around.
"That's my girl!" He screamed, making her giggle.
When she was back to the ground and the celebrations had wind down, Rahim cleared his throat. "Now you have a prize to collect, miss."
Astrid laughed and, with a grin, she took Bobby's neck by the hand and kissed him full on the lips, pressing her body against his and taking a grasp of his hair. In no time, Bobby's hands were on her hips and his mouth was meeting hers again, the bitter taste of beer and the loud screams of the others taking his senses. He wanted to be taken by this moment, to be stuck right there. With their lips together, with happiness around them and with his heart beating with a feeling he hadn't felt in a good while. Over and over again.
They broke the kiss but didn't break their embrace, not until every other islander had gone to bed. Gary told him he was sorry and left hand in hand with Ali. Rahim also left together with Shannon and so did Lucas and Blake. Shiobhan and Emily left shortly after the couples, whispering to each other while Emily took a few glances back – but every time she did, Bobby just avoided her eyes.
Noah was the last one to go before them, nodding with an awkward smile. That weird feeling struck Bobby like a lightning but he gladly let it go again as he watched Noah head to the daybeds.
"We should leave too…" He told her, resting his head softly against hers.
She puckered her lips, looking at him. "Do you think if we asked Emily to sleep on the daybeds so we can sleep inside, she would?"
"After how you beat her ass?" Bobby laughed, squeezing her and making her giggle too. "I think she would tell you to fuck off."
"Probably." She nodded knowingly. "I just wish we had more… privacy, if you get me."
Oh, he did. He. Fucking. Did.
They made their way to the daybeds without hurry, chatting about the challenge and the day. She felt more at ease now than the day before, probably due to him telling her how he felt. It was absolutely not the right way to play this game of Love Island, at least not during Casa Amor but being honest was always Bobby's policy and he did believe it was the best.
After changing to their pjs, Bobby snuggled under the duvet, his usually warm body feeling the chill breeze of the night a little. His eyes followed Astrid as she tied her hair up and laid down next to him, turning to face him with a smile he couldn't help but mirror before bringing the covers under them.
"Today was fun," she whispered to him, her never resting eyes watching him with a hint of humour.
"Glad you're liking your Villa experience…" he told her as he brushed his fingertips against the soft skin of her arms nonchalantly.
"Are you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying your Casa Amor experience, I mean."
"Actually, yes." He said, looking up, then back to her. "You've made it much easier."
She opened a wide smile, an honest one, sending the butterflies right back to his stomach. Even in the darkness she was gorgeous and he could feel his body being pulled by her, racing his heartbeat, as her fingers held his neck and her thumb caressed his cheeks. Before he knew it, there was a gap so small between them all he had to do was kiss her.
So he did.
It started as sweet as their other kisses did and escalated as quickly too. All at once they were tangled under the sheet, he was leaning forward – almost on top of her –, her hands on his hair and back, his legs between hers and her camisole rolled up, exposing her hips. He could feel his heart beating fast and hard, a now familiar warmth radiating between them as he pressed their bodies together and his cock throbbed against her underwear.
And she must have felt it too, because she rolled her hips and palmed a hand against his stomach and slowly stroked her nails – down, down, down. Until she was playing with the waistbands of his shorts.
Bobby moved his lips from her mouth to her jaw and she opened it to him so he could leave a trail of wet kisses on her neck before he nibbled on her ear, earning a delicious, involuntary and low moan from her that made him want her even more.
"Found your weak spot?" He asked in a whisper against her ear.
She nodded, closing her eyes, and he could see the goosebumps it sent through her body. He moved one of his hands under her camisole, feeling her soft skin before he cupped one of her breasts and teased her already hard nipple with his fingers as he hummed with approval next to her ear.
She gasped, immediately biting down her lips in a way to keep quiet and Bobby kissed her neck again, moving his other hand to the other breast so she could also pinch and tease it too before his kisses followed the path of his hands and he had them on his mouth.
With a pop, Bobby left a nipple and moved to the other, letting his hands travel even further, until they found the black material of her underwear and she flinched, making him smirk. His fingers took their time, circling her clit carefully as his lips and tongue made their way back to kiss her.
Her hips rolled again, this time against his hands, and he took that as a plea. With both hands, he rolled her knickers down to her ankles, letting her kick it before his fingers were back to her clit and he was biting her lips.
"So fucking wet."
Astrid's mouth hung open and she frowned her brows but her chocolate eyes never left him, not even when her hips synced with the slow movement of his fingertips.
Not even when he slowly slid a finger inside her. She let out a breathy moan, doing her best to keep quiet but wanting him to watch her. That made his cock throb; lust and need almost taking over him. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he needed to fuck her. But he wanted her to cum first.
Bobby pumped into her with a slow pace before inserting a second finger. Astrid took his hair by the hands, pulling it in random movements that made him increase his speed. "Bobby…" she let out with the most beautiful voice in the world when she worked her hips on his fingers and a high pitched moan dropped from her lips.
He couldn't help but grin as she turned her back against the mattress so she could move her hips better. Like that, he found the way to her earlobe again, biting it and humming approvingly against it as he curled his fingers inside her and watched her clasping a hand over her mouth while the other pinched her own nipples.
And with a muffled moan followed by a muffled "Bobby," he felt her walls clasping around his hand and her body stiffening before it relaxed. He worked her through it, as little shock waves and goosebumps took over her.
Astrid turned to him with a smile, panting. She leaned forward, her nails brushing his skin again when they heard:
"Are you two done?" Noah asked from the other bed with a hint of humour mixed with another thing.
Bobby's eyes widened and Astrid mirrored him. The two of them kept staring at each other until Astrid finally gave in and snorted. He followed her, laughing loudly beside her as she burrowed her face on his chest and he hugged her.
"Sorry, Noah, mate!"
Next time
“You look like the feather duster from Beauty and the Beast.” He said.
Her smile turned to a thin line.
“Weirdly, I always fancied the feather duster.”
She snorted. “Come on, let’s go eat. God knows we’ve worked up an appetite this morning.”
Part Five.
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one thing i like about your portrayal/character: oh hunter. my hunter. you get so many compliments on this site and you never believe any of them (from me or not) and there are a million things I want to say about every single one of your muses that you've written over the years.. but I'm gonna keep this focused to starkey. My favorite thing about what you've done with Starkey is .. quite simply .. what you've done with Starkey. There are these little snips and pieces that barrie gives us and you took those and just fucking smashed it out of the park. His backstory, his dynamic with Hook in barrie canon and his friendship with Killian in modern verses, his name!! (seriously forget we're never given a first name for him in canon thanks to you lmao)...you took this character and you made him breathe. I loved the character of Starkey in the original play and novel. Why? I have no idea. I was drawn to him and hook's relationship dynamics and the way it could play out and you brought one of my favorite characters to life in such a way that he has legitimately surpassed his peter pan background and become an original character at this point thanks to the layers and complexities that you've given him. rip to literally anyone who uses tim munson for anything else ever bc thanks to you being my first introduction to him .. i only see starkey every time lmao i'm sorry world.
one thing i like about your blog: I really love the aesthetic of its design but that's something you've always been good at - matching your blogs to the characters they are meant to represent. Starkeys blog is almost minimalist in nature but also elegant. The color aesthetics are very calming and I really think it suits him and his character and the ideas you have of his behavior/personality/etc
one thing i like about you in general: fucking really?? Its so hard to pick just one thing (obviously) but I think one thing I have always admired is your selflessness. i know you're rolling your eyes right now and you're planning on arguing with me but .. just listen. I have a mental illness that makes living with me sometimes impossible, but you are always there asking what I need, what I want to do, what I want to watch .. and no, we don't just cater to me all of the time .. but you ask. You have MS, you've had it for 16 years now .. and most people would be (are, actually) like "fuck me and my life man. i've got nerve pain and i cant do anything else but sit and complain about it" and you work 10-12 hour shifts, 6 days a week to try and help us have the life we want, to help us afford our animals. That's selflessness, my love. You put others ahead of your own needs no matter how many times I yell at you for it and I will be both frustrated and in awe of that for the rest of my days. I love you so much.
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Heyo!! I just wanted to tell you how goddamn much I loved your NSFW Alphabet for Alejandro! 🥺🥰 Like... I love EVERYTHING about it, how you just went all out about him, those details and specific headcanons drawn out into scenarios... gosh, I am really obsessed with your writing and him, Alejandro himself, even more. (I'll defintely will re-read it like... 24647577 times??)
Tiktok basically dragged me into the fandom and while all men are very interesting, attractive and handsome... Alejandro just hit a really sweet Spot in me... and then you came around the corner with... THIS MASTERPIECE and you turned me into a puddle, all over Ale now.
You just have to know, I am a sensitive bean and I guess... I have an (enormous) thing for praise, so I basically was kicking my feet while reading. No joke, I was all bashful and blushy 👉🏻👈🏻
(And his weak spot Lingerie... ahhhh!!! I just imagine his S/O casually texting him they're out with friends buying new underwear/lingerie and him on the other end drives this information mad; constantly thinking about what they're going to pick out... So you think he has any preferences when it comes to lingerie? sorry, I went out all myself 😅)
Your Alphabets of Soap and König are still waiting for me to read and I am already so exited!! Gosh, I love and adore your skills already and please keep it up (as long it brings you joy ofc) ♡
I wish you happy holidays and please take care of yourself!! 😘🥺
(Yes, I wrote you unintentionally a damn novel ♡)
For your amusement, the stages of me while reading:
I'm like speechless, you're so fucking sweet! Thank you so much for this, it makes me incredibly happy to know you enjoyed it!
I think I mentioned in another answer that when I first saw Alejandro, I wasn't really into him, but I watched an interview with Alain Mesa (the VA and face model for Alejandro, who is also just a fucking dreamboat of a man) where he talked about how he saw Alejandro and how he wanted to portray him and now I've got a major weak spot for him 😂
I've got a huge thing for praise as well, and I feel like Alejandro would be all for it, so I can tell you that I for sure zoned out a few times while writing it 🥴
Speaking about that lingerie part, you would for sure have to go shopping for it without him, because it would be impossible otherwise - he just needs to imagine you in a set and he's done for, basically. Give him some hints as to what you're checking out, but don't tell him what you're getting. If he's already at home when you get back, give him a show of the pieces you've bought and watch him crumble. I might actually have to write a onshot about that...
As far as preferences go, I'm thinking he'll practically drop dead at the sight of you in like a teddy or a babydoll... although, let's be real, he'll drop dead at the sight of you in any type of lingerie. Or at least to his knees.
Maybe I'll do a "141/Vaqueros favourite type of lingerie"-post 😏
Your message made me so happy, and I would LOVE to know what you think about the other ABC's once you've read them, so please don't hesitate to tell me! Don't worry about leaving too long lessages, please write more novels like this, I love it 😂
Happy holidays to you as well, I hope your day, weekend, week and all else goes well!
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Maybe it's due to not having spoons (fibro and the heat are getting to me bad), but my mood is up and down, and my feelings about Seasons are going up and down with it?
I'm like, "Oh this part is cute and I'm excited to share it!" and "Cal, shut up, please, you're being annoying. Keep it to yourself!"
No one has said I'm being annoying. I just get super self-conscious now, bc... history of being told I'm annoying. Also, it's rather recent that I'd tell my now-ex that I was excited about something - that I'd finished a first draft or gotten a map drawn - and she'd respond with stuff like, "Did you see the witch Bath and Body Works diffuser?"
(I had to beg her to congratulate me. I would do so for her when she had accomplishments, but mine? Meaningless.)
Back to Seasons, though.
I've been anxious that it's too long. I'm not out to set some arbitrary word count limit here. I mean "Was this really necessary, or did you just get too self-indulgent, and now you have too many loose ends to tie up?" (This is exacerbated by my writing out of order and fearing I'll forget something by the end.)
That's just my brain, there. Worried that I was excessive and have made a mess, rather than a coherent story.
I'm also worried that I sound so egotistical now that I'm finding joy in talking about my writing/characters. (This ties in with the first issue, that I should "shut up" haha...) I had such a weird process for years. I enjoyed the process of creation, but I... thought I was shitting out garbage. Characters, writing style, story, everything. Someone once told me years ago that I wrote nothing but man babies, and someone else later said the same thing. Second person also said my writing style induced their synesthesia so they couldn't stand to read my stuff. There have been other things, those are just some examples.
It's so painful. I don't feel like I can become a better author if I don't have helpful criticism, but I've certainly had the destructive stuff launched at me.
I'm still working on myself. I was only 13 months ago I got self-conscious and decided to stop sharing any of my writing publicly, so I locked up everything on AO3 in a private collection, I deleted or hid everything on google docs and other sites.
And I struggled to finish Rascal (which I posted the final chapter just a few weeks before that and then ended up locking it up, haha), and now I'm struggling a bit with Seasons. I don't always struggle with ending stories, but... sometimes I do, and it definitely sinks my mood.
I'm lucky in that some people have found my writing and been supportive. I'd be fucked if I didn't have @yume-x-hanabi being so supportive and nonjudgmental. She's a good writing buddy. And I have another friend who also just checks out my writing despite meeting her through fandom as well, even picked up Seasons despite the heavy content. ;A;
That's a blessing. But sometimes I'm still working on saying, "No, I do love myself and these things. It doesn't matter what other people have said. They're a few people. They were mean. They don't define you or your work."
Still, it sneaks up on me and leaves me scared that I have more work ahead. That I need to get better and better now, because if I want a career out of this, I'm going to have to bust my ass.
And it's funny... I do enjoy the process of writing, I love building characters and writing stories and creating lore. I just wish after it was all done, I wasn't fearful that I just hot-glued a bunch of steaming shit together, and I refuse to see it...? XD; (Sorry that's a disgusting mental image, but... it wouldn't hold together, is my point.)
Anyway, sorry if you read this for rambling so much. It's kind of negative. I gotta cheer up. ;A;
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Nice ol' vent and no I don't expect you to read it or leave a message; no pressure. Or drink your tea but I'll probably piss in it.
I've had a lot of fucking stuff happen lately and its randomly built the fuck up as time has gone on. I'm probably gonna start enabling voice so I'm not smashing the shit out of my keyboard. That's embarrassing.
So I've a pretty ugly past and I'm trying my best to do good. I used to scare people pretty badly and I'm trying very hard to be more welcoming and more friendly but I'm still struggling to do that because of reasons. It's kinda throwing on at the minute, ya' know? Being told I'm scary.
I recently fell out with a friend who I had a soft spot for. Nothing massive, nothing huge and we spoke quite a bit. I found out through a few others they had been sharing stuff and saying things. It hurt and they had a few screenshots to prove it. It sucked. I had to fight down the urge about calling them. They also went too far with my friend's name. I didn't realise till after that making fun of her name was sorta racist. I was being soft. I had a dream about them too; it was an oddly comforting dream and in my half awake daze I tried to message them before remembering. "Oh yeah, they did this". Miss them, it's dumb but I do.
I've had eating problems for a long time now and I've come close over the past few weeks to just not eating because I need some sort of control and I don't know why. I'm so used to doing the dark shit that I partly want to drop back into the hole I'm trying to dig my way out of.
I was encouraged by some health professionals to interact with my interests, look at the communities. It was actually great at first. I have made some new friends. One friend is an amazing artist, I love it when he draws. He's drawn me before, he's drawn a very special friend of mine, he's done drawing requests. He's just lovely, he's a little brother figure. I made some other friends too shortly after I learned some hype about Stranger Things.
I've not watched all of Stranger Things! I've only watched Season Four because I relate to a character. Obviously Eddie Munson. I was that alt kid in school. I was a scene kid briefly. That was a weird couple of years. Mostly I was just a metal head, still am a metal head. I got beat up, I got stalked, I got harassed, I got threatened. I got falsely accused of things because I was different. I had a character to heavily relate to.
A nerd with the hair. I like how much his appearance reminds me of Eddie Van Halen. That is just lovely. However interacting with a good chunk of the people who also like him is not that great. But now with some of the online stuff I feel like I'm back in school. I was having a really shit day and I was going along with the crowd because I was actually laughing. Imagine my shock to learn I had been snubbed while others had not. They were pissing on me without the courtesy of even calling it rain. No one said a damn thing. I had to find out through someone else who wasn't even involved.
Interacting with a community hasn't really done shit for me right now.
I don't know what I want to do at this point. I feel like I'm stuck. I had projects I was so excited to do and things to see and now I just don't know. The hype I had building and building just abruptly vanished within a few weeks. Now I'm just frustrated, angry.
Life is never going to be completely perfect I know but I feel like I've been spat on and the "I'm sorry" was Bart Simpson saying "I'm soggy".
You know I had something weird happen to me earlier. I was just looking through some content. I've always done out of pure boredom was search, type, watch etc. I was watching a few clips of Eddie Van Halen interact with his child back in the early nineties and I was just. "Aw, that's cute" and I started imagining myself with a family. I hate children. I really fucking hate them so this was extremely out of character for me.
I kept scrolling until eventually I wasn't. I was just sat there and I don't know how much time had past but I was somewhere else. I was day dreaming so fucking intently I could smell, touch and hear as if it were real. I was talking to someone as if they were real. I was walking somewhere and just had a strange sense of freedom I hadn't felt since I was running from a teacher after I was caught with a pack of fags in school. It was amazing. I was broken out of the day dreaming by one of my dogs barking.
I don't know what to do from here. I don't know if I want to continue trying to be a decent person because apparently no matter how hard you try that doesn't happen. Someone is always gonna be scared of me and some people are always gonna have some sort of conflict with me. Its life but it shouldn't be so harsh. I'm scared of people.
If anyone needs me I'll be pretending I'm somewhere else until I can come up with some sort of decision.
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NIGHT SHIFT — !!
phone guy x reader [ 2 ]
cw/tw ; profanity, two idiots trying to flirt
a/n ; context: my friend sent a phone guy thirst trap, called him hot, and now simps for him i guess?? so instead of working on my creative writing assignment for school i wrote this!!
“ — WATCH THE HOURS ON THE CLOCK ! ”
Boop!
Boop! Boop!
Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop!
You were an absolute child, finding joy in the noises the bear's nose made when you pushed it. Why did a poster make noise? You had absolutely no clue! But it was cute, and you were fucking bored, so who cared?
This job was dreadful, working from 12 AM to 6 AM didn't seem so bad at first, but when you realized you'd be stuck with the weird, creepy-looking animatronics all night, your tune quickly changed. Apparently, this place had 'history,' but you had no clue what that meant and didn't particularly care enough to research. But this apparently put a lot of people off from applying, and so, they were desperate for new hires.
Which was probably why you, a tired 20-something-year-old, got the job without so much as an interview. The pay was decent too, and it wasn't like these were the worst working conditions you'd been in. At least you got free pizza in the mornings.
Actually, speaking of pizza, you were very hungry. It was 12 AM, your shift had just started, and the last time you had eaten was...six hours ago? Maybe seven.
"This is Hell."
The office was cramped, and the fan only blew the already hot air back in your face. The posters hung up on the walls were clearly drawn by children, too, so they weren't exactly the best scenery. But again, the pay was decent and above minimum wage, so you couldn't complain too much.
Suddenly, a phone rang. Its volume caused a violent reaction from you, jumping up out of your seat immediately and scrambling around to find the source. You picked the bright red phone up and held it to your ears.
"Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." New and improved? Were you just severely out of the loop? Because you hadn't heard of an 'old' Fazbear's. "Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path."
"How sweet." You muttered sarcastically, mildly upset by the suddenness of the call. You had forgotten that the employer said you'd be getting a message explaining your job and duties.
"Oh, uh, sorry—? You sound a little agitated..." The man...replied to you? Oh, wait, fuck— "Not that I blame you...I've heard the night shift isn't the most 'fun' of positions here." He laughed at himself.
"My bad...I, uhm, thought this was a prerecorded message..." You were, frankly, embarrassed now. And low-key feeling guilty for being rude.
"Yeah, about that—" he sighed over the phone. "It was supposed to be. I, er, forgot to record it on my shift, though...so I'm calling you from the comfort of my home! At...12 AM..." The poor man sounded so tired, you felt very bad for keeping him from getting some clearly needed sleep.
"Yikes..." Was the only thing you could think of to say.
The man over the phone cleared his throat, and returned to his speech. He spoke of the old location—more specifically to forget any rumors you had heard of it, which was conveniently none. He explained the...'improvements' to the animatronics, and their features.
"That's nice and all," you frowned. "But, if you're going to stay up, why not...talk about yourself to me? I'm bored, and this place smells like grease and cheese pizza."
He fumbled with his words. "But I—I haven't even explained your job or the dangers—I mean, th-the 'quirks' of the robots—"
"I, to be totally honest, could care less about this job. I'll figure it out myself, just talk a little to me, Phonie."
"...P-phonie?"
"Well, like, you never told me your name. And I only know your voice...so~I think it's a fitting name. Unless you wanna give out your personal info to me? I don't mind, heh."
"That's a-alright, I suppose..."
Neither of you said anything, despite agreeing to get to know each other. The silence was so engulfing, you were begining to think he had hung up. Until you heard shuffling from his end, presumably him finding a more comfortable seating position. You cleared your throat.
"So...call here often?"
He snorted at the stupid pun. "Yeah, I'm the dayshift worker here...s-so I'm usually told to help the newbies out. Like you."
"Ew, you're saying you sit around all day and watch tiny children yell their little heads off and stuff their faces? Couldn't imagine dealing with that everyday, must give ya constant migraines. I pity you."
"Heh, there's no need for that. It's not that bad, r-really. It's just...it's just a little overwhelming at times. I'd much rather be at home, but...we can't always have what we want, huh?" He gave a long, dramatic sigh.
"I guess not," you agreed. You noticed his stutter and awkwardness had washed away slightly. Time to change that! "Oh, but I'm sure I could have you, hm~?"
You heard a loud crash, and briefly asked yourself if he had fucking died. No, he hadn't, because his voice returned shortly...albeit, very flustered. "Are—are you flirting with...with me?"
"Do you want me to be?"
"I, uh, well—" he coughed, trying to turn his tone into a much more confident one. "I wouldn't mind."
"Oh~?" You relaxed into your seat, throwing your legs onto the desk. "Then, are you free this Friday?"
"I—uh—have to work the dayshift, but I should be free for dinner...?"
"Ah, perfect," you glanced at the clock. 1 AM. Five more hours to go... "Well, it's a date then. See ya, Phonie."
"A-ah! Yeah. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." He hung up, leaving you with the silence and the cameras displaying the robots.
So, Friday, you had a date with the man on the phone. Fun! Oh, wait...
You realized you never asked for his name.
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Separation, Connection - [1/2]
Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader
Characters → Marvel Characters
Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.
Word Count → 2.3k
SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo
AFG Square Fill → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo
Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing
Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.
A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.
Firefly’s Masterlist
You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.
When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.
They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.
It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.
And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room.
Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines.
Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.
“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.
“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.
“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.
Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.
On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.
Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.
“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.
You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.
“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.
Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”
“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.
Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.
“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.
“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.
“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.
Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.
Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.
Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.
“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.
He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.
“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.
Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”
His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.”
Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.”
“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”
Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.
“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.
Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest.
“What about it?” asked Bucky.
“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”
“Shit.”
Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.
All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.
Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.
You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.
You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.
While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.
It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team.
A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.
“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.
“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.
Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”
“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.
At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.
Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.
“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.
With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.
“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.
“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”
“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”
“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.
“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt.
You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”
Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”
You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.
Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”
Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”
You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.
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Swell
Pairing: Leo West X Reader
Prompt: I wonder how much fluffier they would get once you've been kissing.
Word Count: ~1300
A/N: oh look another prompt brought on by my bestie and I being thirsty hoes for Richard madden. 💁🏼♀️
You weren't sure how you found yourself in this situation, making out in a car with him — an international DJ you met at a function a few weeks back— his lips moving with hunger against yours.
Actually you did. The two of you were having such a nice date with conversation and laughs flowing as easily as the wine, that the two of you closed down the restaurant. He didn't miss that when he'd start to talk your focus moved quickly from his eyes to his lips and you'd get a sort of starry eyed look.
While you hung on every word he said -- occasionally giving him a hard time when he'd pronounce something weird due to his accent-- and responded at the right times you caught yourself wondering what his lips would feel like against yours, if they'd be even puffier after a good make out.
The two of you hadn't realized how late it was until wait staff started to set chairs on top of tables around you to mop the floors. "Aye. Maybe we should get going?" He asked, looking around quickly. "Oh my." You felt embarrassed holding up the staff as you essentially sat in a bubble with him.
As the two of you left his hand guided you towards the car, resting on the small of your back essentially flicking the switch for the electricity in your body.
Pausing at the passenger door, he looks down at you and admits "I don't want this date to end. It has been the easiest first date I've had since I've been in the states."
Giving him a smile you have to admit you didn't either. "Same. Well not about the 'in the states thing' but..." he snorts as you flounder "you know what I meant."
"Aye." His piercing eyes are focused on you, your mouth. Did he? No. Yes. He's closing the space between you. His mouth hovers above yours, a tease, you tilt your head up more. "I know you want to kiss me." Coming from anyone else you'd think they were being cocky but from him, it was smooth. Without a word you closed the space, your lips drawn to him like a magnet. Finally after the hours spent at the restaurant you were feeling how soft and full his lips actually were. Like your favorite pillow you refused to leave behind on vacation, you wanted to take him everywhere.
Your body moved on its own volition clutching at him anywhere you could while his hand, the one that had been at the small of your back, cradled your jaw. There's a shuffle of feet and you're squished between the glass of the widow and muscled man. Thankfull you don't have to hold yourself up as much as he kisses you senseless.
You wonder how much time has passed when you both break away for a breath. "Sor-." You both start to say then lightly laugh before motioning for him to go first.
"Sorry I got carried away a wee bit there." His tongue darts out between the two pillows he calls lips and you find yourself staring as you respond.
"We both did. But I liked it. Don’t worry." In fact you wouldn't complain one bit if he just kept going.
"Let me get you home. I'm sure your roommate is waiting for you like a mom." He joked calling back to a story you'd told him earlier in the night.
You didn't want to agree with him but he was right. She'd be waiting up to hear all about the date, ready to squeal with you or murder a man if he did you wrong. Nodding your head he reached next to your hip and pulled the handle to open the door for you, closing it after you sat down safely.
Pulling into your drive Leo turned the car off, readying himself to walk you to the door.
"Wait!" You blurted louder than you meant, the drive home quieter than the time in the restaurant. Your hand reached for his arm and pulled him back down into the seat, attention turned to you. "I- could we?" *Oh fuck it just grab his face and pull it to you. Coward.* Doing exactly what the little devil on your shoulder told you to, you kissed him as much as he had you earlier. This was better than a kiss at the door -- no audience.
The two of you battled for dominance as the kiss deepened, growing annoyed with the center console keeping you separated. Sucking his bottom lip between yours you gave it a nibble, taking in the taste of him.
He resisted the first few times she had done it but by the third time she dragged her teeth on his lip he couldn't help it. His hands fell from where he had them at her neck to her hip, tugging her over the console to his side of the car. Her butt hit the steering wheel as she maneuvered herself causing a quick loud blare of the horn to signal their position in the drive. You could already see your roommate peeking out the window to investigate the noise.
As if he'd done it before he held her close to him while reaching down to slide the seat back to the furthest position which allowed her more space to settle into his lap putting them at the same height — a level playing field. You had to admit it felt a little high school to be making out in the car like this but you didn't want to break the spell and you definitely didn't want to invite him in, yet.
You can feel that if you continue down this path that it would lead to that so after 5 minutes you pull away breathless. "Not that I'm not enjoying myself, feeling like I'm 16 again, but can we save some for our next date?" Shifting to put some space between your bodies you sit closer to his knees far enough away from the evidence of his arousal. He looks to you like a wounded puppy -- big sad eyes with wrinkles on the outer edge studying you for a moment as his brain catches up with his body. Somehow his lips are fuller. You did that. How is that even possible? Resisting them as they invite you in for more is the hardest thing you've done in a while.
"Aye. Next date. Is it too presumptuous to ask if you'd like to come to my place so I can cook you dinner?" He tucks a stray hair behind your ear "Just so we don't inconvenience anyone else."
The corners of your mouth turn up, "No. I'd like that. Will you surprise me with something from back home?"
His lips press to yours in a quick chaste kiss, well chaste compared to what was happening before.
"I would love to." A comfortable silence settles in the car as looks are exchanged before he reaches for the door. You climb out first followed by him, hand in hand he walked you to the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow?" He confirmed.
"You better." You teased, pressing another kiss to his swollen lips then opening the door to your roommate sitting cross legged pretending to read a book.
"Date go well?" You answered in a nod, not wanting to give in and spill just yet. "Would you give it a full honk or just a half?"
Your cheeks warmed but you made a show of rolling your eyes at her. "I knew you would say something." Kicking off your shoes you joined her on the couch to retell the story. Leaving out a few details you wanted to keep all to yourself.
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Domestic
No one can stop me from writing domestic type shit for Emily and Spencer because they deserve it so much.
Sorry for the shitty writing and any mistakes. I wrote it in like fifteen minutes and was really proud of it because I thought it was so cute and this is the first thing I’ve posted in forever so go easy on me. Please enjoy though
Wordcount: 767
Warnings: Fluff. Fucking fluff
"Oh, girl" Kieran sings loudly as she sits at the kitchen cabinet drawing and I smile.
"Tell me what am I gonna do. I know I've got a guilty face. Girl I feel so out of place oh yeah yeah" I sing as I flip the crepe.
"Don't know where to go and who to see, yeah" Landry sings as he sips on his orange juice and I feel arms wrap around my waist.
"Good morning" she says kissing my neck.
"Good morning" I say and she hums, taking in the atmosphere.
"It smells absolutely amazing in here" she says and I smile.
"It's a rainy Sunday so you know what time it is mom" Kieran says.
"Banana crepes" Emily says.
"With chocolate chips" Avery says.
"With chocolate chips? We're going all out this morning" she says going over to her and she tickles her and she giggles loudly.
"You don't have to use chocolate chips, I'm not. I'm using strawberries. Everyone knows strawberry banana is the best combination" Landry says.
"Remember K you can not taste your brothers" I say.
"I know mommy" she says showing Emily her unicorn drawing.
"This is the best one yet K, it's going right on the fridge" Emily says and Kieran giggles and Emily uses the alphabet magnet to stick the fifth unicorn Kieran has drawn this week on the fridge and I turn the skillet off and I turn around with the plate.
"How did you sleep?" I ask plating the kids crepes and she grabs the juice out the fridge.
"You were tossing and turning all night. Are you okay?" She asks and I nod.
"Yeah, it was a rough night. I didn't realize I was disturbing you. I'm sorry" I say and she shakes her head, smiling at me.
"You're fine" she says and I hand her a plate and she kisses me and I kiss her back.
"Ewwww!" Kieran yells and I laugh pulling away.
"Eww?" I ask and she nods.
"Kisses are nasty" she says and Emily goes over to her and she plants kisses all over her face and she laughs and I laugh, helping Avery build her crepes.
"Hey Em, I think Landry is feeling a bit left out" I say and she pulls away from Kieran, looking at him and he shakes his head laughing and she grabs his face, planting kisses and he giggles trying to get free.
"You'll never escape the kiss monster, it wants to spread love everywhere it goes" she say turning to Avery and she gets up and runs off and Emily chases after her.
"Give me all the love!" She yells chasing her around the island.
"No love for you kiss monster" Avery giggles, dodging Emily's grab.
"Kiss monster is running low on energy. She needs a refill from mommy, she's the only source of energy" Emily says.
"Don't do it mom!" Kieran and Landry yell as Emily comes over to me and I laugh.
"Give me all the energy. Kiss monster has one more person to give love to" she says grabbing my face and I kiss her and she pulls away and sneaks around the island and Avery screams trying to get away and Emily grabs her and starts planting kisses all over her face.
"No kiss monster, don't give me love!" Avery screams through her giggles.
"Too late, kiss monster had to find someone else to be kiss monster so it's your turn" Emily says setting her down.
"Kiss monster needs energy" Avery yells running over to me and she climbs onto the chair, quickly pecking my lips before she turns around jumping down.
"Kiss monster is coming for you Kieran and Landry" she says smiling at them.
"No kiss monster. Spare me!" Kieran yells dramatically giggling the whole time and she jumps up, Landry doing the same and they run from Avery, the sounds of their giggles and Avery's roars filling the house and Emily wraps her arms around me.
"We probably should have waited until after breakfast" she says and I laugh nodding.
"Definitely" I say and Landry runs in.
"I need energy!" He yells and he kisses me before running off and Emily and I both start laughing.
"You started this" I say pulling away.
"Mom is the only source of energy now. Mommy needs a recharge!" I yell.
"Okay!" All three of them yell and I smile at Emily.
"Have fun kiss monster charger" I say.
"Well kiss monster charger needs the rest of your energy if I'm going to get through this" she says grabbing my chin before she kisses me.
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