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Because Two People Got Drunk: 41

Chapter 41

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A/N: As I mentioned this chapter is pure filth (18+). I honestly was going to start writing what was supposed to be 41 (now will be 42) when this idea came to me and I ran with it. It’s long and it’s dirty ;)

There are some flashbacks in italics. Basically the chapter starts with current time and will have some flashbacks to conversations over the last couple days. It flips back and forth a few times until the flashbacks catch up with the current situation. Hopefully it’s not too confusing…

Warning: Drinking, swearing, smut, oral sex (female receiving), public sex, anal, daddy kink, spitting, maybe a little cum play, NSFW, alluding to cheating

Word Count: 11500

You continue to grind up against Allie, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. Even from this distance you can tell his pupils are blown with lust. You blow him a kiss which finally breaks his glare, a soft smirk spreads on his face. However it leaves as quickly as it comes.

“I’m gonna get a drink” you say after another song.

“Don’t” Allie whines.

“It’s my bachelorette I’m supposed to drink” you shimmy out of your friends embrace walking over to a corner of the club. You find Kyle and his group of friends, joining into a conversation with them for a couple minutes before you walk up to the bar alone.

“Your boyfriend let you out of the house like that” you hear a husky voice in your ear. His breath is warm as his hands grip your hips pinning you against the bar.

“My fiancé doesn’t get a say in what I wear” you snap back. His one hand leaves your hip to flag down the bartender and order a drink. You could take this opportunity to wrangle away from his grasp. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love how his knee is slotted between your thighs. Or how if you grind your ass back slightly you would feel his cock growing between the two of you.

“Fiancé" he muses pressing back against you. His cologne envelops the air around you, as his hand returns to your hip pulling you back against him. Your core heats up and your panties dampen and if he were to lift his knee just a few more inches you’d leave a wet mark on his dark denim.

You exhale and he presses back into you, pinning you against the bar, if he wasn’t pressed into you so hard your legs would give way. His lips ghost over your skin and you shudder at the feeling.

The sound of glass hitting the wood snaps you from your trance. He leans over you causing your breath to catch in your throat, handing you a shot. Your favourite shot.

“Babe why do I have to do a bachelorette party” you whine sitting down on the bed beside an open and empty suitcase.

Fred walks out of the closet with a few pieces of clothes setting them in a pile on the bed. He begins folding them, filling the suitcase “because I’m having a bachelor party so the girls said you had to have a bachelorette.”

“They are so outdated, the whole last night of freedom crap" you grab a pair of shorts and fold them setting them inside for him.

“Yeah I lost my freedom five years ago" he jokes causing you to roll your eyes.

“Babe all I wanted was to have some beers, play a little golf and have some steaks” he presses his lips to your forehead. “We don’t always get what we want.”

He chuckles and walks back to the closet, you following close behind. You lean against the door frame as he walks over to his suits scanning through them “so because Auston wants a stripper I have to have a party.”

You walk forward pulling out the suit you planned on him wearing to match you. You are flying to Vegas in a couple hours for the NHL awards which are tomorrow night, and then the following night is your bachelor/bachelorette parties. Auston argued that almost everyone would be there so it made sense to do them then, and the few remaining party guests could be flown down.

You however know that he wants to throw Fred a wild party, and Vegas is the perfect place for it. You tried to object but were quickly overruled by multiple members of the wedding party who all agreed. Now five of your friends are flying down to meet you and some of the WAG’s from players in Pittsburgh and also a couple from his time in Toronto.

“I told him no strippers" he laughs grabbing his garment bag to put his suit in.

“Really? I told Carlee I expect a stripper” you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. Fred stops what he is doing and brings his eyes up to you as he scans over your face.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious" he hangs the garment bag back in the closet.

“What if I am, would it bother you?” you ask innocently batting your large eyes at him.

He takes a few steps closer “I mean you’ve seen me naked right?” He scoffs moving his hand over his body, flexing his other arm under his t-shirt. His bicep bulges out from under the white cotton, and you use all your energy to not react.

“Yeah but you don’t put on strip shows for me" you grab a pair of socks from the folded laundry pile you have yet to put away and wander to the bedroom shoving it in the bag.

You don’t need the socks; your suitcase was packed hours ago. It’s bait. And you smirk when you hear Fred’s footsteps behind you.

“I can strip for you" he says pushing you back onto the bed. Pulling his phone out he scrolls through before finding a song and setting it down.

You almost choke when “pour some sugar on me" by Def Leppard begins to play on the speaker. “This is your stripper song" you tease.

“I picked a random playlist" he laughs peeling his shirt off as a blush hits his cheeks “shut up.”

He walks back to be a few feet from you and begins to rock his hips reaching for his belt. You lean back on the palm of your hands as he drags the leather through the loops. The sound of his buckle crashing on the floor echoes in your room.

Next he undoes his button and zipper. When he thrusts his hips forward your breath catches in your throat your entire body heats up. You smirk and playfully bring your hand to the side of your face pretending to fan yourself and he smirks, turning around his thumbs slide under the waistband of his shorts. Sticking his ass out he begins to toy with them, slowly pushing it down his glutes, letting you catch a glimpse of his navy blue boxers.

While his showmanship isn’t the best (he isn’t exactly known for being a good dancer); your entire body is on fire.

You want to pull him into the mattress and sit on his beard while your cum drips down your thighs coating his face. You want to pin him to the bed and ride him until your core can’t handle anymore and your legs are trembling. But before you can Elise’s cries come through the baby monitor causing Fred to stop.

“Not fair the stripper won’t have to compete with a crying baby" he does his zipper back up.

“No but he does have to compete with you" you stand up closing the gap. You breathe in his faint cologne putting your hands on his waist toying with the elastic of his shorts. “And there’s no competition babe" you press a kiss to his lips before heading to the door.

“Fred" you call out turning in the doorframe. “I said no strippers at mine either" you grin before leaving to head to the nursery.

“Bottoms up" he throws it back quickly as he watches you do the same, wincing slightly at the burn. Once your empty glass is on the bar his mouth is on your neck, cold and wet lips kissing your skin.

A light moan slips from your lips and you push your ass back, grinding against his bulge. He turns you around, hands on your hips dark eyes staring down at you. He parts his lips, tongue flicking over them; ready and waiting to be kissed.

His lips connect to yours as his nails dig into the thin material of your black dress. A kiss so fiery, it punched the breath from your lungs.

“My fiancé might see" you giggle pushing him away and taking a few steps towards a hallway. He grips your wrist pulling you back into his hard chest.

His eyes are dark and hungry with fire as your arms wrap back around his neck. Your head foggy from the alcohol you have consumed.

“Let him" he groans sliding his hands down your side before stopping on your ass walking you backwards down the hall.

“He plays hockey so he won’t hesitate to fight you" you groan and his mouth attaches to your neck. He has you pinned against the wall; the music in the club has the floor bouncing under your feet.

“I’m sure I could take him" he bites into your collarbone pulling a gasp from you. Your head turns and you lock eyes with Carlee and Allie. Their eyes narrow as they give you disapproving looks before you are dragged down a hall and around a corner before being pushed into a single bathroom, the door locking behind him.

Once the door locks you are immediately on him, hands running through his hair struggling to grab at anything, your tongue sloppily in his mouth. You can faintly taste tequila being masked by the whiskey on his tongue as he bends down to pick you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks further into the room. He sets you on the counter, one hand trailing up your thigh before sliding under the hem of your barely there dress.

“Do me a favor?” Fred is on top of you, a hand under your shirt, his shirt, lightly pressing circles with the pad of his thumb. He pulls it off throwing it aside and his mouth quickly attaches to your nipple replacing his thumb, his tongue flicking over it.

It’s the morning after the awards and you are enjoying a few more minutes with him before he leaves to go to his hotel room one floor down. You both agreed it made sense for you to have your own rooms for the night. This way all the women could drink and get ready in the suite before dinner and it has enough beds that your friends from back home can sleep there without needing to book a room. This way you wouldn’t have to worry about waking the other person up crawling into bed at the end of the night.

“What" you moan softly running your hands over his broad shoulder.

“Wear some baggy jeans” he sucks gently on your neck “a thick turtle neck" he gently nips your skin. “Hair in a bun, maybe skip showering today…”

“So you want me to go out looking terrible” you laugh gently.

“No” his head pops up. “You’re still going to look amazing like that. I just think less people will hit on you. I know what every guy will think if you wear something short and tight.”

“Fred” you groan.

“I know because I think it every time I see you in something short at tight. I won’t enjoy myself knowing that someone is thinking those things about my fiancé.”

“Uhuh" you groan as his hand connects to your nipple to gently pinch it. “I actually got you something so women won’t approach you. So they’ll know you’re taken.”

“Okay" he stops what he is doing, looking at you with blown pupils. You crawl out of bed and walk over to your suitcase pulling out a white tee and throwing it at him.

“Oh my god" he laughs opening it to see a custom shirt with a picture of your face printed on it. The words “back of ladies I’m taken” printed in big letters around it.

“I will wear this ridiculous shirt" he smiles. “But you" he pulls you back into bed hard causing you to squeal. “You have to cover these up" he gives your breast a soft squeeze. “And this" he reaches around to cup your ass.

His large hand presses into your thighs and his mouth ventures down your body finding the valley of your breasts. He licks between them before sucking on the curve of one; his thumb grazing over your clothed core.

“Fuck you’re so wet" he groans pulling the fabric aside so his calloused thumb can connect to your clit.

Your head falls back against the wall as he presses firm circles into you. Soft breathy moans fill the room and you practically feel his dick twitch at the sounds.

Your hands slide down his body, fumbling with his belt buckle before it finally gives way. You shove his pants and boxers down his ass a few inches, freeing his bulging cock. It slaps against his stomach and you lick your lips thinking about taking him in your mouth.

“Not now" he orders following your gaze. “I want to last, and if you wrap your pretty little lips around it I won’t.”

“I can’t believe were doing this" you eye around to the bathroom.

“What" he presses his pants and boxers down his broad thighs leaving them in a bunch at his ankle. His cock sapping against his stomach echoes through the room. “We’ve fucked in a bar bathroom before, been a bit but we’ve done it.”

He steps closer putting a hand on your hip as your legs wrap back around him, his hard member poking at your entrance.

“Last night of freedom or whatever” Fred smirks sinking inside your slick heat.

“Promise me something” you roll on top of him, hips straddling him.

“Anything babe” his thumb drawing soft circles on your hip.

“None of those last night of freedom dare lists” your hips roll against his throbbing erection.

“Dare lists?” he bucks his hips pressing it into your clothed core.

“Yeah those lists people do at their bachelor/bachelorette party” you grind down and he groans cupping your breasts in his large hands. He gently massages your breasts before rolling your nipple throw his two fingers.

He sits up bringing your nipple into his mouth leaving you gasping and forgetting your words briefly. “You know” you moan “get so many numbers…kiss someone…dance with a group of the opposite gender” you barely can form sentences through your moans. “Like a list of things to do on your last night as a single person. Like it’s okay to give out your number just because you’re not actually married.”

“I don’t think they do those at bachelor parties” he hums against your skin. “Think it’s more of a bachelorette thing” his teeth run across your pert nipple.

“But regardless I promise” he flips you on your back pulling your shorts down your legs.

Your black thong is hanging around your ankles, dress bunched up above your hips as he bottoms out inside you.

“Fuck Fred” you groan feeling him perfectly stretch you out.

“Du har det så godt (you feel so good)” he huffs in your ear.

His hand slides down your body connecting to your clit as your nails dig into his shoulder. He pulls back almost completely before slamming his hips into your pelvis. Beads of sweat roll between the valley of your nipples, the mirror beside you beginning to fog.

“Geez” you groan not having seen this side of Fred in a while. Your eyes drop down his body. Having not removed his shirt you only see glimpses of his cock beneath the fabric as it slams in and out of your wet walls.

“You didn’t think you’d get to go out dressed like that and not pay for it did you?” he asks thumb releasing your clit to slide around your body and grip the back of your thigh. His other hand harshly digs into your skin pulling you to the edge of the counter. You know he is leaving bruises crescent shaped marks on the back of your thighs, marks that are well below the hem of your dress.

He knows it too. A warning to any other man who thinks of looking your direction that you’re taken.

“No" Allie yells as you step out of the bathroom in black vegan leather leggings and a bright red loose and flowy top. You have a pair of black boots with a 3 inch heel in your hands to complete the look. While it is simple, the boots spice it up just enough for you.

“We did not come all the way to Vegas for you to dress like that” she scowls eyeing you up and down.

She walks to your closet and pulls out the little black dress you packed by mistake. You actually thought it was a different black dress, and it wasn’t until you unpacked it from your suitcase you realized. That’s when you decided to change your outfit and wear the leggings.

And when you say little it is very little. The hem stops inches closer to your ass than your knees and the cut is significantly lower than anything you’ve worn in over two years, maybe since before Oliver was born. The straps, well you don’t even know why they are there, so thin you think they could snap just by looking at them.

It’s something you had no problem wearing before Oliver. Maybe it’s because you are older now, or maybe it’s because you’re a mother but it’s just not something you wear anymore. Allie however doesn’t let you respond instead pushing you in the bathroom with the dress.

A few minutes later you fluff your hair and stare at yourself. The dress clings to your curves, being tighter than you remember, and the heels make the length feel even shorter.

“Damn" someone yells when you open the door.

“I can’t wear this" you try to pull the fabric down your legs only for it to expose even more of your breasts.

“And why not?” Carlee crosses her arms.

“I’m a mom"

“Yes and that makes you a MILF" she smirks.

“I told Fred -"

“Well it’s a good thing it’s your bachelorette party and your fiancé isn’t around” Steph grins from over her wine glass.

He hastily grabs the thin straps from your shoulders with his teeth exposing your breasts to him. His mouth attaches to your nipple, dragging his teeth along it.

Your moans fill the small bathroom, if the music wasn’t so loud you’d be worried about people in the hall hearing. He pulls away, lips puffy and swollen and you whimper as the cold air replaces with warm mouth.

His hips snap and his nails dig into your skin. You’re hanging off the counter, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth to try and suppress your moans. Pleasure builds in your core, as he thrusts relentlessly in and out. Each time hitting your g-spot.

“Look in the mirror” he brings a hand to your neck giving it a light squeeze as directs your gaze.

You groan vibrates against the hand on your throat. Since having twins your time alone was typically hurried, fear of one off the kids needing you. You forgot how much you love his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the oxygen from your lungs.

You almost forgot all the things his hands were capable of. Forgot how sometimes you just need to be at his mercy as he takes complete control.

“Watch as I fuck in and out of your pussy" he growls tightening his grip. “Watch your pretty little face fall apart” he muses admiring the mess you’ve become. The mess he made you.

“Next question" Carlee calls grabbing the sheet from Allie. “What is (Y/N)’s favourite thing about you?”

“Easy" you smile twirling your wine glass. “How amazing of a father he is.”

“Boring" Sarah yells with a smile.

“We specifically told him no answers about being parents. Those are too easy and basic" Carlee smirks.

“So besides being a dad, what do you think Fred thinks your favourite thing about him is?”

Heat hits your cheeks and your eyes go wide imagining what he would say. You bury your face in a pillow only to have it ripped from your hands and thrown at you with a giggle. You know they sent him this list while he was away on the road, so you know he had hours to sit around and think of the best possible answer.

“He probably said his dick game" you laugh thinking he would try to give some crazy answers just for the reaction of your friends.

The room fills with laughter “oh my god" you hear someone shriek.

“I mean there’s a reason we have four kids, he’s obviously doing something right.”

“No!” Carlee laughs. “He said his ability to make you smile even on your worst day.”

“Oh" you go quiet as your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink turning to your glass and pouring most of it down your throat.

“Do tell us about his dick game though" Allie yells.

Sweat is collecting along your hairline and you can feel it on your spine. Your mascara is smeared around your eyes, lipstick spread on his face. The lack of oxygen and the thrusting has your vision filling with white spots as your orgasm nears. You still try to bring your gaze to him in the glass, watching as he drags his thick member along your walls.

“You look so good with my cock inside you" he groans squeezing your neck again. You’re on the edge; your whole body feels hot. With a few more deep thrusts your legs seize, your nails dig into his shoulder as your orgasm hits you.

You clench around him and whimper slightly feeling him hit your cervix with each thrust. Your pussy flutters as warm juices drip down his cock soaking your thighs. With a few more thrusts he spills inside you, white coating your walls.

His hips finally still and his hand releases your throat. Before you can regain your breath you feel his lips on yours, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him.

“Marry me" his lips press against yours as you try and recapture your breath.

“I am in a few weeks" you pull back smirking with a few deep breaths.

“No, marry me now. You should have been my wife already. Should have married you in Santorini" he presses his lips against yours.

“Wow this place is beautiful" you run to the open doors that overlook the cliff and the setting sun. The orange reflecting off the waves, the light salty breeze blowing the thin curtains.

“It really is" Fred says coming up wrapping his arms around you as you fall back against his chest. You both stand there speechless for a few minutes taking in the falling sun, basking in the few more minutes of warmth.

“We normally have the ceremony here, so that view is the backdrop of the photos. Sunset is the best time for pictures, and the preferred start time of our guests” a venue guide says to a couple as they walk through the space.

“We should get married" you turn to face Fred wrapping your arms around his hips.

“Yeah we will babe" he laughs putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s do it now” You press a kiss to his sun kissed cheek. “You, me, the sunset. What else do we need?”

Fred’s eyes go wide almost popping from his head and he laughs into your hair.

“Ha you were terrified when I suggested it"

“I think I was more shocked you were suggesting it, you always seemed a step behind me. So for you to be the one to suggest it I was thrown off. But we should have done it" he pulls out slowly and smirks as you whine at the emptiness.

“The next day I suggested more kids. Obviously I wanted a forever with you, should have just married you then” his mouth gently sucks on your sweet spot millimetres from your ear. “Which is why we should do it now. No Elvis impersonator though, has to be classy.”

“The wedding we have planned in a few weeks will be classy" you smile pressing him off you. With a huff he helps you down off the counter. “Waited this long, what’s a couple more weeks.”

“Torture” you hear him mumble as he adjusts himself back into his dark denim pants.

You scan around the room and realize they toilet paper is empty and they have blow-dryers not paper towel. Fred smirks as he brings a finger to your folds, collecting some of the cum that has spilt down your legs and pushes it back inside your sopping core.

“Just helping out" he gives you a few thrusts with his thick fingers before pulling them from you and bringing them up to your mouth and you open allowing him to stick his long digits inside. You moan around his fingers tasting yourself as you eagerly clean it for him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you swirl your tongue around him before slowly pulling it out.

You pull your underwear back up your legs and smooth out your wrinkled dress. “So was that on your list?” he smirks wiping his hands on his pants.

“I’m not doing this” you throw the piece of paper back at her. You’re sitting at your booth at the third club you’ve been to since finishing dinner. Apparently nobody could decide on where to go so they opted on a bar crawl, and apparently there is one more stop. But given the energy in the club, the large crowds and how much fun everyone is having you can’t imagine leaving to go anywhere else.

“When we made this we said we had to do it no matter what” she laughs

“Yeah but were not sixteen anymore. When we were teenagers we thought you’re supposed to have a wild bachelorette party. But this is basically cheating.”

You remember the day like it was yesterday. The three of you sitting on Allie’s bed coming up with this list, you all promised that each of you would complete it whenever your bachelorette parties occurred. You had no idea what types of things normally happen and went strictly off of movies for inspiration. Now you can’t imagine doing most of these items.

“Okay, we’re not saying make out with a stranger or dry hump someone on the dance floor” Carlee says folding the list in her purse.

“But you can easily do these things and keep it all G rated. Kiss on the hand, on the cheek still counts and that’s not cheating” Allie adds.

“Fine” you grumble scanning around the bar before landing on a group of men. There is about eight of them standing around the bar, one is leaning against it. He is tall with light blonde hair and is laughing at something his friends said when he sees you and shoots you a smile before turning back to his friends.

“I hate you guys” you groan taking the shot from the centre of the table. You wince at the burn, setting the glass upside down on the tray. “You’re coming with me” you grab their hands and pull them forward with you.

Upon approaching the group of men you discover they are there for a bachelor party. A bachelor party for Kyle; the man who smiled at you just moments ago. You inform them it’s your bachelorette party, and without even waiting for your prompting Kyle asks to see your bucket list for the evening. He tells you his fiancé sent him a picture of the list she has to do, and is more than willing to assist you. Knowing that he is there for his bachelor party and won’t make any attempt to hit on you; you feel comfortable doing these tasks with them.

“What’s next?” Kyle asks taking a sip, having just completed the kiss a stranger tasks (on the cheek obviously). He pulls the list from Carlee’s hands before you even have a chance to answer him. “Oh this one next” he grabs your arm leading you out onto the dance floor where a couple of his friends are.

“Dance with a group of guys” he explains pushing you into the centre.

Some of the guys step up closing the gap but still leaving space between you. You feel a pair of hands loosely on your hips as you all sway and dance to the music. But you also have this feeling you are being watched. Scanning around the club you see many groups of people, but can’t pinpoint the lingering gaze.

“Shots” Sarah yells carrying the tray towards the group. Handing them out to everyone, her and Carlee join in with dancing. A few songs have gone by and everyone is laughing and having a good time. That’s when you feel it again.

You feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in your head as you wrap your hands around Carlee’s neck. Her hands find your hips and she pulls you in close so you can smell her shampoo.

“Thanks for tonight” you tell over the music and she kisses your cheek in response “for making me do this.”

“Love you baby” she winks. You feel another pair of small hands on your hips and a body presses up behind you.

“You have an admirer” Sarah says from behind bringing her hand to your jaw moving your head to the side. You find a familiar pair of dark brown eyes, Fred’s eyes, watching your every move over the rim of his glass. You give him a soft smile and he doesn’t give one in return, instead his eyes narrow. He doesn’t pull his eyes from you as he leans over to talk with Mitch and you now realize the glances you felt were from him.

“He’s looks mad” Carlee says her head falling onto your shoulder. The three of you continue to dance the group of guys still around you. Slowly after a few more songs some of the guys filter off the dance floor until it’s just you and your group left.

You watch as a group of women approach Fred and his friends. You smirk when a blonde in thigh high boots wedges her way between him and Mitch and tries to talk to him but he doesn’t give her the time of day. Some of the guys in relationships at least humor the women to be polite but Fred doesn’t make any attempt to talk with her, his jaw locked never breaking his gaze.

Regardless she doesn’t stop and it ignites a fire in you. You turn so your ass is to him and begin to bend down shaking it as you go. You almost make it to the floor before snapping it back and working your way up. Steph laughs knowing exactly what you are doing as she smiles and waves to Mitch at the bar. Once back upright you look over your shoulder shooting Fred a wink, if you were any closer you know you would see his cock tightening in his denim.

Next you turn around and grip Allie’s arms pulling her up against you as you grind against her. Mitch and Auston are smirking at the bar as they watch while trying to engage in conversations with the women. But Fred he still hasn’t even glanced at the one beside him.

She attempts to capture his attention by touching his wrist, running her finger along his watch. You blow him a kiss which finally breaks his glare, a soft smirk spreads on his face. However it leaves as quickly as it comes.

You continue to grind up against Allie, but you keep your eyes on Fred. Even from this distance you can tell his pupils are blown.

“I’m gonna get a drink” you say after another song.

“Don’t” Allie whines.

“It’s my bachelorette party I’m supposed to drink” you shimmy out of your friends embrace stumbling away. Blowing past Fred and his group you find Kyle and a couple of his friends in the corner of the bar. You join them for a couple minutes never once staring over at Fred. But the weakness in your knees and moisture pooling in your underwear tells you he is watching your every move.

“You sure knew where this bathroom was pretty easily, take all your girls here?” you tease ignoring his comment.

He throws his head back laughing “I haven’t been in this club in easily six years. But no I never brought any girls here.” He brings his lips to your neck sucking on your ear lobe “before you I had never fucked in a public bathroom.”

“Really?” you smirk raising an eyebrow at him.

“What you fucked in bathrooms before me?” he asks somewhat insulted but also laughing slightly.

“No, never” you wink gripping his wrist and pulling him out the door. The loud music echoes down the dimly lit hall as you take a few uneasy steps. His hands find your hips as pulls you back to his chest, guiding you toward the echoing bass.

“So how many guys have bent you over a bathroom sink huh?” his mouth is so close you feel his beard rub against your skin.

“Fred” you warn.

“That many eh” you can sense some jealousy in his tone. The two of you long ago shared the number of people you’ve dated, and those you can’t quite call dating. But you never dived into the details of where, positions or how many times, mostly because that information wouldn’t achieve anything.

You stop walking and he almost knocks you over. Turning your head to the side your lips so close you can almost taste his chap stick “it doesn’t matter if it was one or five men before you. All that matters is you are the only person who gets to bend me over a bathroom sink from this point on.”

His eyes flick over your face “besides” you smirk “there is no competition. You’ve always been the best at it.”

“Fucking right” you hear him mumble as his arms tighten around your waist and he pushes you forward. You turn your head laughing slightly when you immediately feel him sucking on your collarbone. You try to watch where you are walking but you lose all focus allowing him to take charge. As your arousal rebuilds your eyes flutter closed.

Pulling his lips away briefly he mumbles Danish praises against the shell of your ear. The music gets louder vibrating the floor under you as his mouth returns to your exposed flesh. Before you know it you walk into another hard chest.

A second pair of large hands grip your forearms to hold you in place and you hear a deep seeded chuckle from the man behind you. Taking a step back your eyes open to find Mitch glaring down at you.

“No wonder you guys have four kids" Allie teases from beside you. You can feel some of Fred’s warm cum leaking down your thighs, past where your dress ends.

“You guys can fuck whenever you want, but you can’t even go a few hours without fucking in a bathroom” Auston says somewhat bitterly as he takes a sip of whiskey. He has a smirk on his face so you know he isn’t actually serious. Fred takes a small step back allowing you to put a few more inches between yourself and Mitch.

“Well you’re really not going to like what’s next" Fred replies wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “But we’re gonna leave and go fuck in our hotel.”

“What!” Mitch exclaims. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Our bed is very comfortable" Fred presses his lips to your temple and you lean back against his chest. Normally you would scold Fred for being so blunt but you’ve had just enough alcohol to bring you to a point of little concern. To the point where the words spilling off his tongue turns you on.

“Our shower is very big too" you grin at Mitch.

“You guys are unbelievable” Allie laughs.

“It’s after 2, if we stay much later neither one of us will be in any shape to do that” you raise an eyebrow laughing.

“And we don’t have any kids to worry about so I’m taking full advantage of that. Thanks for the party guys" Fred tugs on your wrist pulling you out of the club not giving anyone a chance to respond.

The streets are packed and loud, cars driving down the strip and music filtering out from the various bars. The cool Vegas air sobering you almost instantly. It’s not that it’s cold; it only dropped a couple degrees since you entered the bar. It’s just that the bar was filled with alcohol, dancing, sweat and body heat, none of that found on the sidewalk.

“Let’s get a taxi" you stop in your tracks squeezing his hand so he turns around to face you.

“It’s like a 10 minute walk” he stares at some of the people on the street as they walk by.

“My feet hurt" you eye down to the boots on your feet.

“Should have worn sneakers" he grumbles.

“Sneakers don’t really match this dress” you roll your eyes.

His eyes narrow and he turns back to you “maybe you should have kept your promise. Instead of dressing like a high class escort" he shoots you a devilish grin.

Your arms cross your chest and your eyes arrow “you just call me, the mother of your children a hooker?”

“High class escort” he grins. “Literally seven different men have checked out your ass since we came out here. And don’t get me started on how many did inside.”

You scan over his face and he chuckles slightly pulling you in to his chest. His arms warp around your back while yours remain crossed between you.

“There is nothing wrong with being a sex worker (Y/N). It’s the oldest profession in the world; I just don’t like when I hear strangers at the bar trying to figure out if my fiancé is one because of her outfit.”

“Men are the worst” you grumble. “I should be able to wear what I want.”

“Mhm I agree and for the record you look amazing. Maybe next time wear something a little longer to the bar and wear this around the house when it’s just us” he brings one hand to tilt your head so he can look down at you.

“I think this dress is perfect to make breakfast in" he smiles causing you to laugh.

“You want me to cook in this"

“Do you know what it would do to me to see you walk around our home in this?"

“Have an idea" you smirk feeling him getting hard against your leg as your arms wrap around him. “Still can’t believe you called me a prostitute.”

“High. Class. Escort” he emphasizes each word between brief kisses against your lips. “And as long as you come home to me I don’t care what you wear out.”

He nudges his head toward the hotel “let’s go.”

“My feet" you whine. “With four kids I don’t wear heels a lot.”

He shakes his head at you pulling the kid card on him and bends down for you to climb on his back, but as you do your dress rides up even higher.

“Never mind I’m fine" you pull the fabric down and take a couple wobbly steps. The alcohol and heels not mixing well with your balance.

“Babe…what?” he stammers out unsure of what happened.

You walk over to him “my dress is too short and was beginning to ride up. People will see my ass” you whisper as he throws his head back laughing.

“Baggy jeans probably sounds pretty good right now" he begins to unbutton his shirt pulling it off his shoulders leaving him in a white t-shirt.

“Oh my god you actually wore it" you laugh seeing your face on his chest.

“One of us didn’t lie about what we’d wear out tonight" he pulls the shirt over your shoulders. It hangs from your frame, one of the few times being so much shorter is nice. The shirt ends a couple inches below your dress and when you climb onto his back it hangs low enough to keep you covered.

Wrapping your arms around his chest, your chin lands on his shoulder. “You smell good" you say lightly taking in his cologne that is masking the faint smell of sweat.

Your head turns towards his neck and he must feel your warm breath on it. He gives your thighs a tight squeeze mumbling a warning under his breath but you still place a few soft kisses on him.

“(Y/N)” he warns digging his fingers into the bottom of your thighs. “One more minute” but you suck even harder than before.

You notice the bright lights surround you, and realize you are in the hotel lobby but you continue to pepper kisses along his pulse point. The elevator dings open and once inside he almost drops you on the floor.

He quickly has you pinned against the wall, bringing a hand to the inside of your thigh, his thumb grazing over your underwear soaked with his cum. He reaches beside you to hit the button, his body still pressed firmly against yours.

“Fred" you groan. The elevator doors still wide open, anyone can step in and anyone walking by can see. And you are leaving very little to the imagination in your current position.

“I thought you wanted this" he bites your neck as the door begins to close. “Outside you didn’t care if people saw.”

The door finally closes and you feel it shift as you go up. You grip the railing behind you with 2 hands as he begins his assault on your neck. His thumb pushes the strap of your dress off your shoulder, your breast popping out.

“You really do look phenomenal in this” he brings his knee between your legs, pressing his thigh into your folds. You instinctively roll your hips against his denim clad thighs, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches you with a hardened jaw, eyes dark with lust as you grind down on him, leaving a wet trail over his jeans.

His mouth finds your breast as his hands grip your hips, helping to rock you on him. Your moans get louder, drowning out the music playing in the elevator. Before anything else the doors ding and open to the floor with his room.

He firmly grips your hand pulling you out and down the hall as you stumble and try to adjust yourself to cover up. Once in the door you kick your shoes aside dropping his shirt on the ground.

“Babe" you call turning to show him the zipper. He walks over and puts his mouth on your neck sucking gently while he fumbles with the zipper. Slowly he drags it down your body as his mustache tickles against your skin. Once the zipper is down you feel him grab either side of the dress and pull. The sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he his lips curl upwards against your skin.

“Frederik" you huff

“Elskede you know you can’t call me that” he reaches for your underwear tearing it off next, leaving you completely naked.

“Besides this way I don’t have to worry about you wearing that dress out in public again" your shredded underwear lands in the pile on the floor.

“I want to press you against that window and fuck you so bad” he growls as you look out at the Las Vegas sky line. “That way everybody who happens to see in will know your mine.”

You roll your hips backward pressing your ass into his denim. You groan slightly at his words secretly wishing he would. You want to feel the cool glass on your back as sweat drips down your front, his cock deep inside you.

“On the bed" he orders pulling his mouth away and stripping his t-shirt off. You turn around to face him, watching as he reaches for his belt. He begins to remove it before bringing his attention back to you “(Y/N)” he warns.

“Frederik” you tease grinning at him knowing exactly what you’re doing. Anytime you say those three syllables he immediately is in your ear muttering what he is going to do to you.

There is something about the way his full name falls from your lips that unleashes the monster deep inside him, making it a move you often reserve for special occasions.

He takes a step forward and brings a hand to your ass, giving it a hard smack. You grunt as the air leaves your lungs your skin stinging at the contact.

“On the bed, legs spread" he pinches your nipple. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

“Yes sir" you yelp and walk away not wanting to test your luck.

You hear him chuckle and fabric landing on the floor. His footsteps echo through the room, sending chills coursing down your spine. You look up and are met with his naked body towering over you. With a dry swallow you take in his chiseled torso following his muscles down to his throbbing tip; your pussy clenching at the sight.

His body is sweaty from carrying you home, shimmering in the lights coming through the windows. You sigh when you see his hard cock, mouth-watering wanting to wrap your lips around his swollen tip. Your legs squirm rubbing together, searching for friction while his cum has hardened on your inner thigh.

He drinks you in with a predatory look in his eyes. He brings his bottom lip between his teeth with a wicked grin enjoying the sight of you splayed on the bed waiting for him. He bends down and pulls you by the ankles causing you to squeal bringing you to the edge of the bed, your ass hanging off it.

“You never did listen well" he mumbles falling to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Before you can respond he bites the inside of your thigh, his hands cupping your ass pulling it closer to him.

He continues to nip your thighs while squeezing your ass to roll your hips higher to his mouth. He slowly trails closer to your heated core while your moans get louder.

“Fred" you groan feeling his beard rub against your thigh, his nose pressing into your clit. His warm breath is on our folds sends a chorus of shivers down your spine.

“Please" you whine as he pulls your hips closer.

“So impatient” he mumbles flattening his tongue he licks a stripe up your entrance.

Your hips buck up and he pulls away. He brings his hands to your hips holding you in place. Your head falls back into the pillow while he brings his mouth to your entrance.

His mouth wraps around your pussy and his nose presses into your clit. He sucks hard, nails digging your hips pulling a loud distressed whimper from you. He flicks his tongue in and out a few times before pulling away and climbing over you.

His thumb grabs your jaw pulling your mouth open. Hovering over you he spits into your mouth a mixture of saliva along with both of your cum.

“We taste good eh baby?” he releases your jaw and you swallow staring up at him.

“So good” you groan as one of his long fingers trails over your body and approaches your core. His eyes are dark as he climbs back off the bed throwing your legs back over his shoulders. His fingers dance around your entrance drawing figure eight’s as your back arches in response. Finally he slips two thick fingers in your walls and begins to pump them in and out of you.

“Hear how wet you are” he groans at the sound of his cum acting as a lubricant for his work. Easily he sets a fast pace before his lips return to sucking on your clit. Your hands find his hair and tangle in to the roots. He continues to suck on your clit as he twists his fingers inside you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he continues working on you, drawing your high closer with each thrust of his fingers. You belly tightens as his fingers massage your walls, curling them upward in search of your g-spot.

Your breathing is erratic and your hips lift off the bed, heels digging into his back as he brings your high closer with every thrust.

“You close skat?” he hums against you.

“Ye….yes" you breathe out. “So close” when he instantly stops. His fingers pull out and his mouth is gone, you were on the edge of the cliff and instead of falling over everything disappeared. You lift up on your elbows to look at him “Fred" you groan.

A large smirk crosses his face before he drops your legs wrapping one around his waist. Without warning he slams his hard cock into your folds. Some of his cum from before spills out around his cock.

“Fuck" you groan as he doesn’t give you time to adjust before pulling back and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you. He sets a past pace and your eyes close as your second orgasm quickly approaches. His thumb presses into your clit as he pounds into you. Each frantic pound of his cock bringing you closer to your release.

“You look so good with my hard cock fucking in and out of you” he hisses pulling your other leg over his shoulder. You grip the sheet below you for stability with the change in angle.

“Just like that, take me deep" each word is accompanied by an intentionally harsh thrust as he pulls on your hips drawing you closer to him.

“Freddie. I’m gonna cum" you pant.

“Cum on my cock" he orders. “Come on (Y/N). Cum for me.”

You grip the bedsheets, knuckle going white and you feel your walls flutter drawing him in. He groans feeling you clench around him but doesn’t stop his pace. He is relentless in his movements, searching for your high. He leans closer, pressing your leg down as he slams into you at a feverish pace.

Your juices spill around his cock and he keeps going fucking you through your high. His name rolls of your tongue along with scattered curse words before you finally fall silent, eyes opening to see his dark with fire.

Quickly he pulls out flipping you over with ease. You land on your stomach and he manipulates you to your hands and knees. You stick your ass out for him barely able to support yourself. His hand quickly connects to your bare skin causing you to yell while your skin reddens.

“What were you thinking wearing that out?” his hand connects back to the same spot as before. A tear pricks your eye as you grunt knowing bruises will remain tomorrow.

His hand runs over your skin softly while he waits for a response. “I was going to sneak into your hotel room after my party. Let you see me in it" you explain. “I knew you’d love it…But instead I ran into you at the club.”

“Good thing too, about 6 different men were eye fucking you” he seethes from behind you. His hand connects one more time, this one much firmer than the others. It pulls your breath from you as wetness drips down your thighs. You fall forward onto the duvet and before you can pull yourself up his hard member is spreading your folds once again.

One hand finds your hip, another on your back holding you down to the bed as he begins to thrust in to you.

“You feel so fucking good" Fred groans from behind you.

“I was made for you” you reply as your face rubs against the bed. Sweat is in your hair and dripping down your face, your makeup likely falling victim to it.

“Yes you were" he grunts pulling you back so your ass hits his pelvis. “Fucking perfect.”

His hand leaves the small of your back and trails down to your ass. He slowly draws his index finger over the skin sending shivers through you.

His hand stops at your hole and begins to dance around the entrance as he pounds relentlessly in your cunt. You are an absolute mess under him, unable to stop the loud moans and curse words that are falling from your lips.

His finger continues to play with the skin around your hole.

“Daddy" you whine turning your head over your shoulder to look at him.

His eyes immediately snap up to yours with the unexpected name, his pupils are dark and a wide smirk spreads on his face. You call him daddy all the time with the kids, but this is different.

His pace slows slightly “yes” he replies with an eyebrow raised. “What would you like?”

“My…" he slams into you hard causing your breath to catch in your throat and you trail off. “Your fingers.”

He smiles at you bringing them off your skin and into your line of sight. You nod quickly and he pulls out replacing his cock with his two fingers, pumping them in and out of your throbbing cunt.

“This what you wanted?” he asks but you know he is playing dumb.

“No daddy" you choke out though it does feel good. “I want your cock back there.”

“What about these" he thrusts them quickly in and out of you. You pull your bottom lip through your teeth trying to keep your eye contact. “Where do you want these?”

“My ass" you finally manage to choke out.

He gives you a few more pumps before pulling them out and replacing them with his hard cock. Groaning loudly as he fills you to the brim. He doesn’t move instead his fingers returning to your hole to tease the entrance.

“Daddy please" you whine.

“Because you asked so nicely" his hips resume their pace and your head falls back onto the bed. You feel warm spit land near your hole and he spreads it around before slowly sliding his two thick fingers in.

“Oh my god" you groan feeling them start to slowly move inside you.

You hear Danish begin to spill from his lips but you can’t focus on the words. From what you manage it’s mostly praises and he brings both of you towards your orgasms.

The feeling of being stretched in two places by him isn’t new to you, but it’s definitely not common. The two of you definitely dabbled in some stuff before, but it’s been a couple years since you’ve felt this way.

Every stroke if his cock nudges your cervix with alarming accuracy and his fingers increase their speed as well. You have never felt so full by him before as you cry out under him.

“Cum for daddy" he groans becoming erratic behind you.

“Daddy wants to feel you cum on his cock again" he adds. Unable to hold on you disintegrate underneath him. Your vision goes white as you feel warm liquid spill out round him.

A deep loud guttural moan leaves your lips as he works you through your high. Euphoria floods your veins as you clench on the sheets damp with sweat below you. When your orgasm stops you feel him pull out of both spots and with a few pumps of his hand he spills all over your ass and hole.

He falls onto the bed beside you and you carefully land on your stomach trying to not let any spill onto the duvet.

“Why did you" you start to say between your breaths. The feeling of his warmth inside you is one you’ve grown to love, yearn for over the past few years. Without it you almost feel empty.

“I need it for what I’m going to do next” he sends you a dark smile and kisses your sweaty forehead. Chills course through you as he grabs your hand and pushes it down his sweaty chest to his member.

Rolling onto his side he brings his fingers to your spine and begins slowly drawing circles on your sticky skin. Leaning in he brings his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue.

It starts soft almost hesitant until your hand begins to stroke up and down him. He applies more force his tongue sliding into your mouth. He still tastes of alcohol and a faint hint of you; your hand picking up its pace.

His fingers find your hole and begin to play with the cum he left behind. You gasp into the kiss as his fingers slide back inside and begin to pump inside your hole again.

You feel him growing hard under your grip and increase your pace. Mumbling a fuck against your lips his member is fully erect and he pulls away smirking at you.

He crawls out of bed, standing at the edge and pulls your hips closer to him. You rise onto your wobbly elbows and feel him poke at your entrance, though you doubt that’s where he is going.

Once you are situated, grinding back against him, his cock slides up from your folds towards your ass, coating it in a mixture of juices along the way. Finally he reaches your ass and his fingers leave you, his thick tip is pressing against it.

He collects some more cum from your ass, some has since fallen off your curved skin. He pushes it towards your hole and slowly presses in.

“Holy fuck" you groan as his thick head slides inside.

“You okay babe" he asks pushing in inch by inch.

“Perfect daddy" you groan as he continues to press in. Tears stain your cheeks as you grasp the duvet.

“Ugh" you grunt when his pelvis presses firmly against you, finally fully seated in you.

“That’s it, let me in princesse” he hums as you relax around him.

His thrusts are long and deep but also slow, not wanting to hurt you; giving you a chance to familiarize yourself to him there. After a few minutes you pull forward and press back on him. He grunts in response and snaps his hips to increase his pace.

“God I forgot how good this feels" his hands on your hips guiding you back onto him. His balls slap against you “you’re so fucking tight babe.”

Your breathing while it never fully recovered is erratic again. Your moans are whimpers, your body weak barely able to support itself. Every thrust hits you harder and deeper, driving you further into the bed. As he drives into your ass you feel each thrust deep in your overly sensitive core.

“Touch yourself” he orders.

“I can’t” you whine legs trembling under you. He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your body up, your back pressed against his sweaty chest. One hand curls around your throat, gripping it tightly. His other finds your nipple pinching it hard.

“Daddy said to touch yourself” he growls in your ear slamming his hard member into your ass.” So touch yourself.”

His hand on your throat tightens, leaving you with just enough air as you manage a slight nod. Slowly your hand slides down your body and connects to your overly sensitive bud.

As you begin to rub circles his hand on your throat loosens its grip. You feel some of his cum and begin to spread it around your entrance as you work on your clit.

“Good girl" he praises sinking his teeth into your neck.

You gasp loudly and continue pressing into your clit; drawing soft circles. His hand on your throat has returned to your hip but his other is still pinching and playing with your nipple.

“Slide your fingers in" his breath is hot on your neck. His mustache tickles you but you don’t dare laugh or disobey as two fingers slide inside leaving you whimpering loudly from the back of your throat.

“Such a good girl for daddy” he kisses your sweaty collarbone and releases your nipple pushing you forward.

Your face lands on the duvet and you continue to thrust your fingers in and out at a slow pace, unsure if you can handle anymore.

His hands grip your hips, digging in to your skin likely leaving bruises. He begins to almost completely pull out and slam into you causing you to whimper each time.

“Feels good" he groans as you feel him stutter behind you.

“So good" you pant breathlessly.

“You need to cum" he grunts your breath catching in your throat as you briefly look back at him. His red curls drenched in sweat framing his face.

“I’m not cumming until you do" he growls. He is fast and hard with every thrust, you don’t actually know if he can wait for you.

“Please daddy I can’t" you whine each thrust of your fingers has your walls twitching from the contact.

“You can or I will do it for you" he spits out slapping your ass once again. You know that the second option will come with a series of punishments.

He will likely end up with his head between your legs bringing you orgasm after orgasm from you. Your legs will be trembling and you won’t be able to take anymore but he won’t stop. It’s been a while but he has spent hours between your legs relishing in your whimpers. You almost couldn’t handle it then and you don’t know if you can tonight.

Your fingers press in harder scissoring you open as your thumb finds your swollen clit. Your fingers work inside your warm walls and he rails in you from behind you.

Your back arches further for him “I can’t daddy" you cry considering pulling your fingers out.

“You can and you will" he forcefully thrusts into your ass but you feel it in your slick heat that is ready to snap in two.

You know he won’t last much longer, and you begin to feel your orgasm sliding in a third finger. Your mouth opens in the shape of an O while a silent scream falls from your lips from being filled in every direction.

Finally your orgasm hits you, snapping like a bed spring. Your walls flutter around your fingers, warmth spilling down your wrist onto the bed. Your body tenses at the feeling of him hitting every nerve deep inside you.

As euphoria fills your veins Fred fills your ass. Your entire body seizes and your vision goes black. You feel warmth spill onto your ass as he pulls out. Your entire body falls onto the mattress your fingers still buried deep inside.

Your eyes flutter closed and the bed shifts as he falls beside you. Your body is limp as he pulls you onto his bicep brushing some hair from your sweaty face.

“Hey” he smiles. Your eyes slowly open and are met with his golden brown ones inches away “wondering when you’d come back.”

You groan slightly noticing your fingers are still inside your walls. You shift your weight and slowly pull them out, involuntarily whimpering your pussy still hot to the touch. He presses his lips to your forehead and you drift off.

You don’t know how long it’s been but you can hear Fred whispering as his finger ghosts over your skin, mouth pressed against your sweaty forehead.

“How long was I–“ you trail off unable to muster the strength to open your eyes.

“A half hour or so.”

“I love you baby" you mumble your eyes still closed.

“Love you too" he runs his finger up and down your spine. “Let’s go shower.”

You groan not moving. Your body is covered in sweat, cum dripping out of your ass and down to the bed. You want to shower, need to but your body won’t cooperate.

“I got you" he hums in your ear carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the cool tile bench in the stand-up shower. He turns the water on stepping under the stream while your head leans against the marble wall catching your breath.

“You okay pretty girl?” Fred bends down in front of you having completed his shower while you watched frozen to the bench. Beads of water drip down his chest as he lightly grips your thighs.

“Mhm just enjoying the view" you sigh as he grins at you. “But I’m not sure if my legs work, still a little sore.”

“That’s a shame babe" his large hands firmly squeeze your thigh and he spreads them open slightly. His thumb grazes against your clit causing you to whine.

“You told Mitch we have a large shower" his index finger strokes over your swollen heat. “I was really hoping to use it" you winks at you.

“Tomorrow” you whimper while his nails dig into your flesh.

“I have other plans for tomorrow” he kisses the underside of your jaw lightly.

“I can’t stand" you groan as he plays with your folds.

“S’okay" he smiles “I can.”

He wraps your legs around his back and throws your arms around his neck.

“How are you still going?” you almost laugh.

“One your super-hot” he winks standing up. “Two there is many times I just want to bend you over the kitchen counter or tie you to the bed pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.”

You feel yourself dampen at his words causing you to shudder at the feeling. “But we have four kids so I’m lucky to get a quickey in because we don’t have time and are too tired. Guess you can say I have some built up sexual energy” he chuckles amusement thick in his tone.

“And three" he grips the back of your thighs “you know when I have the perfect amount of drinks I can just keep going.”

Your hands tangle into his hair while he presses you against the cold and wet tile “so I would say tonight I can take advantage of all three.”

“I don’t” you mumble out feeling him poke at your entrance. “I don’t think I can” you whine helplessly.

His mouth finds your neck sucking into your skin while he slowly pulls you down onto him “I know you got a little left baby.” One second you are empty the next you are completely full of his cock.

“Umph" is about all you manage through the familiar stretch.

“You’re okay baby" he smiles “I got you.”

Once he is fully settled inside you he stills and you whimper. You pull your lower lip through your teeth and he watches your face.

“I’m okay” you say after a few minutes bringing a large grin to his face.

“You sure baby?” he asks softly. You can tell this will be different than the others, softer and slower.

“Yeah” you whisper.

Fred immediately thrusts up pulling some curse words from you. Your nails dog into the back of his neck while his dig into your hips.

He begins pulling back and slowly pressing back is as his lips connect to yours. He swallows your moans in a passionate kiss.

It takes just a few thrusts before your over stimulated cunt begins to tremble again, you know it won’t take much more for what you know will be an earth shattering orgasm washes over you.

“Still good" he asks pulling away to capture his breath.

You open your mouth but no sound comes out, just nodding instead but he wasn’t waiting for a response. His eyes no longer full of fire instead passion and adornment.

Fred uses his strength to pin you to the wall. His head lands on your shoulder and he firmly grips the back of your thighs, you know he isn’t going to stop until he fills your sopping pussy with his sticky seed. Your vision goes black and your nails dig into his shoulder and he curses in response.

“I love you baby” he mumbles to the crook of your neck and you can only whimper in response.

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Forever Yours

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You reject Loki when he asks to court you. When he learns the reason why, however, he sets out to make amends. Warnings: mentions of abuse (both physical and emotional), angst, fluff A/N: Requested by the always lovely @lokistan! Hope you like it :)

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiantfavs @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

Loki looked himself over in the mirror, fussing over whether he looked too formal or too casual. He’d been trying to calm his nerves all morning, but as you Midgardians say, there were butterflies in his stomach. He took a deep breath and rehearsed his speech once more, suddenly afraid it would sound more practiced than heartfelt. He gulped and made an illusion of you to say it to. Somehow, it was better than saying it into the mirror. He felt less ridiculous, at least.

Today was the day Loki planned on asking to court you, carefully chosen because it marked the six-month anniversary of when you met. He still remembered that day and how you’d tentatively shaken his hand, but unlike the rest of his brother’s friends, your eyes were without malice. It made his heart flutter with nervous excitement to think of how you might look at him after today. Though it could be a rather bad expression, he was almost certain that you reciprocated his feelings. After all, every little thing he did to show you he cared, you did back to him with just as tender an expression. It was, though, those last scraps of uncertainty that kept his feet glued to the floor of his room.

Roughly thirty minutes later, he was making his way toward where you were perched on a kitchen stool, laughing with Sam and Nat. Loki took one final breath and walked in. You perked up immediately upon seeing him.

“Hey, Loki,” you greeted as Nat nodded in his direction and Sam gave a quick wave. You offered him a cup of tea and pat the seat next to you. “Come sit with us?”

“I would love to, dearest,” he said after a sip of the scalding drink. “But may I speak to you in private first?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, sliding out of your chair. A small spark of worry ignited in your chest as he led you away from the room and out of earshot of the others. “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat before beginning. “As you know, we have been friends for quite some time now. But I have come to the decision that I must tell you how I truly feel.” He took a step closer and held your hand in his. “I am in love with you, and if you will allow it, I would like to court you.”

“Oh, Loki,” you said in a sad tone that made his heart break. “I’m so sorry. You really are amazing, I just think we’d be better off as friends.”

You apologetically let go of his hands and looked away. You were afraid of what he might say next.

“I see. If that is what you wish,” were the only words that left his lips before he turned on his heel and walked away.

You may have called after him, you may not have. He was too furious and hurt to notice. You’d built him up, told him he was worthy of all this, and then rejected him. He bared his heart to you and you responded by shattering it. The one time he had believed that someone could love him, he was shot down. And the worst part was, he’d lost you now. Being around you after being rejected would just be too humiliating and painful.

A couple of days later, you invited Loki to come and see a movie with you and a few other Avengers. He looked at your nervous, hesitant expression, and he knew there was no way he could say yes.

“I do not believe that would be for the best right now,” he replied coldly.

Things continued in much the same way for the next month and a half. By now, Loki wanted to bridge the gap between you two, but the chasm was far too wide for him to even know how to begin. There was still a sharp pain in his chest any time he saw you, and a brief, blinding fury. Though, he would admit, he was unsure if it was directed toward you for rejecting him, or at himself for the way he’d ruined one of the closest friendships he’d ever had.

Loki moved like a wraith through the Tower, content to ignore everyone and everything if he could not have you. The only other person he made even slight contact with was his brother, but that was in no way his own doing.

“I am worried for you, Loki,” Thor said one day, cornering the God of Mischief in the kitchen. “It is not healthy to behave like this.”

“I do not know to what you are referring. This is perfectly natural.”

“It is not and you know it! I don’t care if you are the God of Lies, you are going to tell the truth. What is the matter, brother?” he added more gently, laying a large hand on Loki’s shoulder.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Loki bowed his head and recounted his miserable attempt at happiness. Thor’s expression became very troubled as he listened, unsure of what he should do next. Everyone had noticed the distance that had grown between you and the trickster god, but you would never divulge the story of what had caused it. You would not, however, let anyone blame or say anything to Loki. Now that Thor knew the story, though, everything became much clearer, for there was a missing puzzle piece his brother did not have.

“Loki, I am going to tell you something, but you must promise you will not do anything rash,” Thor carefully began.

“Yes, what is it?” Loki urged, regretting having not ever let you explain yourself. “Tell me.”

“Before either you or I had come to live on Midgard, they had some very harmful relationships.” Thor paused a moment, testing the waters of Loki’s reaction. “Their past partners did not treat them as they should have.”

“How badly were they hurt?”

Thor halted in his speech, his lack of answer giving Loki all the explanation he needed. He immediately set out to find you as Thor shouted after him. After creating an illusion of himself to send his brother on a wild goose chase, Loki continued off towards your room. He paused a moment outside your door, realizing that after what had happened in the past, it probably was not best to be fuming while talking to you about this. Once he’d composed himself, he gently knocked on your door and called your name.

“Loki!” you exclaimed as soon as you flung the door open, overjoyed that he was reaching out. “I missed you.”

His eyes stung as he willed himself not to cry. He wanted to be there for you, to comfort you and protect you from more wrongdoings. But those three words nearly broke him.

“I have missed you too, dearest,” he replied, calling on his silver tongue to aide him.

Neither of you said anything for a minute, just staring at each other at the threshold of your quarters.

“I’m sorry,” you both blurted out at the same moment.

“Please, allow me to go first,” Loki said before you could go any farther. “I now know what you have been through in the past, and I understand now. I should not have flown off the handle like that, isolated myself for so long. You have nothing to apologize for, but I am truly sorry.”

You froze, unprepared to hear him admit he’d learned your story. You invited him in and paced as he took a seat, his leg rapidly bouncing with anxious energy. He desperately wanted to say something, but knew you needed to sift through your turbulent thoughts and would speak when you were ready.

“I want you to know,” you finally began, “it’s not that I necessarily think you would hurt me, but the way things have gone in the past have made me inclined to fear having such an intimate relationship.”

“Thank you, dearest, but please, do not worry about me. I am concerned for you.”

“It was a while ago,” you said in a small voice, fingers ghosting over your skin as if you could still see the bruises there. “I should have seen the signs, the same thing had happened to my aunt, but by the time I noticed, it was too late. I tried,” you continued, voice breaking, “to tell my friends, but most of them turned out not to care about me at all. There was one who helped me get out, at least, but then when I was finally ready to put myself out there again, I just ended up with someone emotionally abusive instead. I didn’t... I didn’t want to get hurt again. To ruin this.”

You flopped down and buried your face in your hands, no longer attempting to contain your sobs. Loki uncertainly reached out to pat your back. When you didn’t cringe at his touch, he put his arms around you, burying his head in your hair and whispering calming things. Once your tears were spent, you slumped back against him, wanting nothing more than to hide in his warm embrace.

“Dearest,” he said, “I am sorry that you had to go through that. You did not deserve it at all, and if there is anything I could do, I would. My deepest wish is that I could make it all better. Just know that you need not apologize to me; I am here for you anytime, in whatever way you will have me. But I will not hurt you in that way. Ever.”

“I believe you, Loki, I really do. It’s just...”

“Yes?” he gently encouraged, brushing a stray tear off your cheek.

“I need to take it slow. Is that ok?”

“Of course it is, dearest. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. Whatever pace you are comfortable with is the one we will go at.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” You closed your eyes and steadied yourself. “In that case, I would very much like for your court me.”

“Nothing would make me happier, my love.”

Then you cupped his cheek, and ever so gently pressed your lips to his. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it said everything it needed to; you loved each other, you would never hurt each other, and you weren’t going anywhere. It was a promise of what was yet to come.

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samyazaz · 4 years

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This is a little more specific than, y'know, a general AU setting, but if you're feeling it, PQT, Gravity AU, and, honestly any trope, but it's them, so perhaps Only One Bed?

Ewhoza glances back at the huddled group of them, one brow lifted like he’s expecting something, before he presses his palm flat to the scanner set into the wall. Its light glows a moment, just long enough for Quil to tip her head and wonder if maybe it wasn’t expectation at all, maybe he’s just wanting to show off, when they all know that Quil could have released the pneumatics with a thought. He doesn’t even bother to remind her to wipe the access records so Security won’t know they’ve been here, but she thinks it’s more out of arrogance than any sort of confidence in her, and so she’s frowning, exasperated, when the locks release with a hiss, and the doors slide open.

It’s the light that strikes her first, the warm, verdant brightness of it, and the frown falls off of her face as she gives a swift gasp, and then loses her breath all at once as her lungs flood with air so heavy with scents that her mind reels at the onslaught, even as the part of her that’s the ship sorts and filters and categorizes, tells her Loam, and Herbs, and Wet earth, and Greenery.

She stumbles forward, heedless for once of the unceasing analytic stream of thoughts flowing through her mind, only distantly aware of the others doing the same around her, looking just as stunned as she feels.

She knew there were hydroponic gardens on upsilon level, of course. She knows everything about the ship. Almost everything. Everything they didn’t deem it to dangerous for her to know, like her psych evals, her past, her name. Who she was, before they made her Tranquility.

She knew there were hydroponic gardens on upsilon level, knew they produce enough food to provide for the caloric needs of every person on board with enough to spare for seed and for compost, she knew how much of their water stores they required and the precise wattage that the lights drew, and somehow it had never occurred to her to put these pieces together and imagine this, a vast, endless expanse of hydroponics, stacked up to the ceiling and stretching out as far as the eye can see, farther, so everywhere she looks, all she sees is light and green.

“How...” she breathes, stumbling forward, down one of the rows left between the structures. “How...” She flinches, then laughs breathlessly, when the reaching leaves of a tomato plant brush her cheek.

Behind her, Ewhoza’s voice is dry, a little mocking. “How did you think we’ve been feeding all these people, all these years?”

She shakes her head, because that’s not what she meant. “I know, but... how did I not realize?” Somewhere on the edge of her awareness there’s a humming noise, like the machines she spent her life wired into, like the thrum of the ship around them. Like the rushing in her ears after they released her and brought her back, in the ill, disoriented moment before the world went black around her. She reaches for her sensor data, but she — the ship — is fine. She fights the urge to sit and stick her head between her knees. Her stomach isn’t twisted like it had been before. Her skin isn’t hot. Her vision seems normal, if half-dazzled by the brilliance of the green all around her.

A hand touches her shoulder, pulling her back to herself, to the herself that is contained within her skin. Phi is at her side, looking at her with a concerned, unvoiced question written plain on her face. Terry’s just beside her, looking no less alarmed. Beyond them, Ewhoza is saying, “—no one ever stops to consider how we do all that we do for everyone, do they?” and his tone is at odds with his words, is a little sad and a little lost, instead of the righteous belligerence she might have expected of him. It startles her to realize that he was answering her, in a fashion, though her question hadn’t been meant for him, hadn’t been meant for anyone, really, except perhaps herself.

“I’m all right,” she says to Phi and to Terry, quietly.

Phi nods once, taking her at her word but keeping a light touch on her shoulder all the same. Terry looks only half-reassured, but he moves a step away, his hand on Phi’s elbow drawing her with him, and hers on Quil drawing Quil along after as well. “Let’s go see what we can find that’s ripe. Do you think you can eat, Quil?”

“I can try,” she says, unhelpfully, because she can know in a fraction of a fraction of a second if a single lightbulb ten levels down and halfway across the ship has burnt out, but she still doesn’t understand how her own body works half the time.

It’s enough for them all the same, though, because they guide her off, deeper into the field of greenery, and each row that they walk down smells different than the last, this one sharp and fresh and pungent, the next floral and sweet. They pluck a berry here, a leaf there, and they pass the best of each to her and watch her sidelong when she eats them dutifully, smiling with happiness and enjoyment, at the bursts of flavor upon her tongue and at the company and at the feeling like they’ve gotten themselves lost in the dense jungle of the hydroponic towers, even though it’s not possible for her to really ever be.

The humming starts again and she stops still. Phi and Terry turn back to her, looking concerned once more, but she shakes her head, says, “I’m all right, I just— Do you hear that?”

Phi tips her head like she’s puzzled, or like she’s listening for it too, and Terry looks around, uncertain but searching, but it fades and then comes again, louder, and Quil does feel like her legs are going to collapse underneath her but she doesn’t feel like she did when she lost consciousness and she doesn’t understand why.

“Oh,” Terry says, his expression clearing, and the humming stops just as it’s reached its loudest. “Is that what you heard? Here, hold still.” He reaches towards her. His fingers brush, almost tickling, against the side of her neck, and the sound begins again, and fades sharply. “It’s all right. It was a bee, I think. It must be a bee. They’re pollinators, aren’t they?”

“A bee?” She whirls in the direction the sound vanished, searching the green all around them. “Where?”

“It’s all right,” Terry says again. “It’s flown off now.”

“Oh,” Quil gasps, and her legs are going to give out on her, they are, but they can’t, not now, not when she needs them. “Where?”

She takes off in the direction the sound had disappeared, pushing through the narrow spaces between structures that had never ben meant to be pathways, until another humming noise darts past her and this time she’s able to spot it, to track it, a small golden shape flitting amongst all that green.

She follows it until it’s joined by another, by a third, and her heart is pounding and she can scarcely breathe. She pushes through row after row of hydroponics, until all at once the space opens up before her and there’s a gap, just big enough to make space for a series of narrow, sleek towers, featureless but for the narrow, slitted openings at regular intervals through which more bees are coming and going, dozens of them, hundreds. Thousands.

She stops still, abruptly enough that Phi and Terry behind her nearly crash into her. They catch themselves and then they stand there, all three of them breathing hard. Phi and Terry eye the hives, a little, but mostly they’re watching Quil, but Quil can’t look away.

“I forgot,” she breathes, and her voice cracks, and then breaks. “How could I forget? How—“ Her eyes burn. She doesn’t remember what it means until the tears drip hot down her cheeks. “How could they take this from me?”

Phi looks back and forth between her and the hives, and understanding downs in her eyes, but it’s Terry who says it, his voice so tight with upset that it quivers like a plucked string: “In your psych eval vids. You said you worked in the horticulture division, before.”

“I thought it just meant plants. I thought it meant working the gardens. I didn’t think—” Her voice breaks, goes sharp all around the edges like glass, and she shakes with fury. “They made sure I didn’t. That I couldn’t. Didn’t they?”

Neither of them answer her right away, but the glance they exchange, the bleak looks on their faces, is answer enough.

Quil takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of herbs and plants and earth, with the new, heady smell of the honey in the hives. It should feel familiar, shouldn’t it? It should feel like coming home. and it does, but somehow it doesn’t stir any memories at all. Her mind reaches for them, expecting them to be there, as though it’s done so a hundred thousand times before. But all she comes up with is black emptiness.

She folds her legs underneath her without being aware of deciding to move, sits on the floor without looking away from the hives and watches the bees come and go. Terry and Phi sit beside her, quiet, letting her watch but staying with her all the same.

After a while, a bee flies over to her, lands on her knee and climbs across it, little antennae waving like it’s expecting to find nectar. It flies away after a moment, and she thinks it must have been disappointed to find only the fabric of her clothing instead. But a moment after that, two bees fly back to her, and before they’ve left, a third joins them.

Her eyes burn again, and tears fall down her cheeks, and she knows she must be broken, knows Security must have broken her, because how can she mourn for something she doesn’t even remember? How can she feel such grief and such joy, when she has no memory of ever seeing a bee before this day?

Occasionally, distantly, she’s aware of the others making their way through the rows of plants as well, the rustle of leaves and a far-off shout of excitement, quickly muffled. At some point, the plants shift and sigh closer by, and footsteps sound quietly on the floor, and there’s a low murmur of conversation exchanged with Terry and Phi, but nobody addresses her directly or indicates they need her attention, and so she doesn’t look away from her enraptured study of the bee crawling its way across her knuckles.

Later, there are louder steps, heavier, and the sharp huff of a breath, and then Ewhoza’s voice, too near, and edged with impatience as he says, “There you are. What— Oh. What’s she doing?”

“Leave her be,” Phi says placidly.

“We can’t stay. People will be along, and if they see you— if they see her—”

“No.” Quil wrenches her attention away because this, now, demands it. She turns to fix Ewhoza with an unyielding look. “I’m not leaving.”

He returns her look with an arch one of his own, asks, “Ever?” in sarcastic tones. “That’s a fine plan. Stars, why did I even risk my neck for you if you’re just going to throw it all away—“

She unbends, just a little, says, “Not yet.”

This time, the look he sends her is hard, calcified with frustration. “How long?”

She gestures uselessly. The bee keeps its place, and doesn’t fly away, despite her disturbance. “I don’t know.”

“You need to sleep. If you push yourself and end up back in the infirmary again—“

“I’ll sleep,” she promises.

He looks little assuaged. “You need to sleep soon.”

Phi shifts beside her and clears her throat, gets her feet beneath her and says to Ewhoza as she stands, “I’ll come back with the rest of you, get some blankets. We’ll keep her safe, until she’s ready to come back.”

Ewhoza’s mouth thins with disapproval. “If someone comes—”

“I’ll know,” Quil says. “Before they even set foot on upsilon level, I’ll know. We’ll leave.” Ewhoza looks skeptical at that, so she says, sharper, angrier, “I don’t wish to be caged again. I’m not a fool. If someone comes, we’ll go.”

He still seems unconvinced, but finally huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. “It’s your head,” he says at last. “But all of ours as well if something happens to you. Try not to forget about the rest of us, who’d very much like to keep on breathing.” He fixes her with a look, just before he turns away. “If you do get caught, don’t lead them back to the rest of us.”

The implication is so horrifying, so infuriating, that it steals her breath, and by the time she’s recovered it, Ewhoza is gone, and Phi along with him, and she’s shaking with rage.

“As though I would!” she gasps, but there’s only Terry there to hear her, and he just gives her a sidelong glance and a crooked smile.

“We all know you,” he says, reassuring, like that’s all that needs saying. And it settles her, so perhaps he’s not wrong, either.

The lights dim before Phi returns, an artificially diurnal cycle programmed somewhere deep in her memory stores, for the crops that need it in order to thrive, and the air cools around them so that by the time Phi does return, with a few blankets folded up and tucked beneath her arm, Quil’s glad for them as well as for her.

“Are you all right?” Phi asks her straightaway, and drapes a blanket around her shoulders without Quil having to ask for one.

Quil gives her a puzzled glance and grips the blanket’s edges close before her. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be, just from sitting here awhile?”

“Not from this.” Phi tips her head back towards the direction she arrived from. “From him.”

She means Ewhoza, Quil realizes. “Oh,” she says, and blows out a sharp breath and turns abruptly back to face the hives, though the activity there has died down, with the simulated evening. “Yes. Of course.”

Phi doesn’t react for a moment, like she’s waiting for something more. Then she laughs a little, softly, and shakes the other blanket out. “He wasn’t wrong about needing to sleep, at least. There’s not a lot of room, but we’ll make do. Just say, when you’re ready.”

She’s being overly generous. there’s hardly enough space between the hives and the hydroponics for the three of them to sit, much less for lying down and sleeping. But even with the bees bedding down for the night, she doesn’t want to leave them, can’t bring herself to, not yet.

“Make do how?” she asks, because they promised to keep her safe and she knows that even though they must be tired themselves, they won’t sleep until she does. Maybe not even then, but certainly not before.

Phi answers the question with a smile and nudges at Terry’s hip with the toe of her shoe. He gets to his feet and offers a hand to Quil, and so there’s nothing for her to do but take it, and let herself be pulled up as well.

Phi lays the other blanket out, and even folded in half to make it narrow, it barely fits. Terry sits first, and offers Quil his hand again, and she gives him a bemused frown but takes it once more, lets him draw her back down.

As he does so, he stretches out along the blanket, keeps drawing her down even once she’s sitting until she does the same, her pulse spiking too fast. Phi shakes the last blanket out over them both, then lies down as well, behind Terry with her arm stretched over him to lace with his where it’s curved around Quil’s arm.

Oh, Quil thinks, and her throat goes tight, but she doesn’t say a word.

Phi loosens her hand enough to brush the backs of her fingers over Quil’s shoulder. “All right?”

She nods wordlessly, trusts them to see it, or to feel it.

“Comfortable enough?”

She could laugh, but she just nods again. Every part of her is overly aware of them behind her, around her, and she thinks that this was pointless because she’s never going to be able to sleep, not like this, not with her heart in her throat and her pulse a drumbeat in her ears.

She’s wrong, though. She feels like it’s only moments, at most, before the gentle hum of the bees in their bed and the close warmth of Terry and Phi around her in their own lull her off, and the dimness of the space around them fades to the true black of sleep.

#answered asks #sovinly #fun fact: Valira works in the gardens #and finds them in the morning #also what the hell this prompt is so good #thank you darling!

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elena-reina · 5 years

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Eyesore - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Can you do a little au, story (I don’t know what to call it) where a headstrong, sarcastic Slytherin girl (blonde hair, blue eyes, smart) and Draco always “insult” each other and argue in front of people but like it’s always about “oh you’re only saying that because you think I’m hot” “Ew your ugly as hell your the one who’s always staring at me” Etc if you get the idea but one day they argue not in front of anyone and they like, you know, 😏... thank you!! Sorry I’m confusing af! - Anon

A/N: I don’t know whether you wanted people to know about their relationship or if they already had one they were hiding, so I just winged it. Hopefully you like it lol.

Warnings: lil cursing

Sighing to yourself, you were focusing on your studies. You had hoped for a peaceful evening in the Slytherin common room, but the moment you saw that familiar head of blonde hair, you knew your silence was going to be interrupted.

“Well, look who it is, pug-face Y/L/N,” he teased, “Do you mind going somewhere else, your presence is becoming an eyesore.”

Without even looking up from the book you were attempting to read you extended your arm feeling around for your wand. Once you felt the piece of wood, you lifted your eyes from your book and gave a him a grin. Lifting your wand and pointing it at him, you spoke.

“ Aguamenti.”

His eyes widened as a jet of water shot out of your wand and sent Malfoy flying back.

Everyone else in the common room widened their eyes. No one would dare mess with Malfoy like the way you do. It was almost as if you had a death wish, but you couldn’t care less what Malfoy thought of you.

“You bitch!” he cursed, coughing the water out of his lungs. He stood up fuming and glared at you with such a hatred you were used to. Crabbe and Goyle rushed to his side trying to help him, but he pushed them away. Unfazed, you blinked innocently.

“Oh, you’re a little red around here,” you joked motioning around your face with your finger, “Do you need a glass of water?”

He began stomping forward and was inches from your face. He was soaked from head to toe and some of his platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead.

“You will regret that, Y/L/N,” he spat.

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “No... no, I really won’t,” you smirked and stood up, standing your ground. Your noses were barely touching as you stared each other down.

"You are one of the foulest things to ever walk this earth,” Draco hissed.

“Oh, get over yourself Malfoy, have you tried looking in a mirror?” You spoke, rolling your eyes. “I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” Draco said in a threatening tone. “What are you going to do? Kiss me? Is that why you’re always staring at me?” You joked.

“You are the one who stares at me, I can’t bother to look at something so hideous as yourself,” he continued.

“Wow, you must truly be looking into a mirror right now because-” "Enough you guys,” Blaise finally said exasperated, “We’re all supposed to be friends yet all we do is fight?” He looked at you and Draco. "I’d rather be friends with The Golden Trio than be friends with Malfoy” You growled. Draco then took out his wand and pointed at you, “Why you filthy- ” Draco shouted. You stared deeply into his bright silver eyes, “-Oh I dare you!” You shouted, you watched Draco slowly lower his wand, “That’s what I thought,” You mumbled and walked away to go each dinner with everyone else at the Dining Hall.

Bickering is a constant sight between both you and Draco Malfoy. Your friends can only take so much of it before they starting growing tired of it. There hadn’t been an instance in years where the two of you could sit calmly in the same classroom in silence, without firing some sort of antagonistic remark at one another. You two had just caught each others eyes on your first years at Hogwarts and immediately made everything a competition between the two of you. In almost everything you two did, you had performed superb in charms, brewed a better potion, or flown more skillfully on a broom than he. Whatever it was kept the fighting between you two constant.

Throughout the years, it continued with the same routine. He notices you walking in the hallways, sometimes alone and sometimes with your friends, and comments on your lack of poise, whilst you give him a fake smile and flip him off. In class, students placed bets who will attack the other first, whether it be verbally or physically.

While you and he have exchanged numerous insults, neither of you have gone far enough to seriously hurt one another. Physically, the most you would do it fire a harmless spell at him, while he on the other hand would do the same if given the chance. Verbally, you have never said a word about his family’s Death Eater status, and in turn he not once mentioned your absent family, even if it was the first thing anyone would assume he would make fun of. You fought and teased, but with an unspoken strange respect.

Rumors started to float around that the two of you were secretly in love, merely hiding your feeling behind a charade of hatred. Some of your friends actually began believed it and never once failed to mention it to you. You had dismissed every single thing they dared to comment on, as did Draco.

But between the two of you, only you two knew what you truly had going on. Rumors or not, it was no one else’s business to know anything.

While sitting in the Dining Hall, you noticed Draco leave in a hurry after eating and turn the corner. Curious, you excused yourself from your friends and began to follow his trail. Walking through the corridors, you saw his robe flying behind him and saw him hurrying back to the common room. Still stealthily following, you remained in the shadows when Draco let out a breath of relief to see the common room empty.

He walked to the couch and plopped himself down, letting out a breath. He slowly laid down, his head hung back as he lightly closed his eyes. He must’ve been really tired. Too bad for you, you didn’t care. Giving one more glace around making sure no one was around, you silently walked closer towards Draco.

Smirking as you walked to him, you flopped down into his lap, making him snap back to life and sit up. Your body was now sprawled on his, positioned between his legs.

Draco’s face began to turn red. Perhaps because you just woke him up out of his soft daze or maybe because of something else...?

“Y/N, w-what are…you d-doing?” His words stumbled over themselves, he was in shock. You traced your fingers in circles on his chest and tugged on his tie without answering. Draco’s breaths were getting faster and ragged.

You put your hand on his chest over his heart, “My my, your heart feels like it’s about to explode,” you sang airily.

“We-Well, I-”

Grabbing onto Draco’s shoulders, he was now sitting up, your legs draped over his. You swung them softly, still holding onto Draco’s tie, and straddled his lap. Yanking on his tie, you pulled his face inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your face. Draco gasped, placing his hands slowly but steadily on your hips.

You lightly brushed your lips on his as Draco closed his eyes preparing himself, but you pulled away. Shaking your head, you let go of his tie and stood up, running your hand under his face.

“I’ll see you later,” you breathed. Draco looked utterly defeated, taking on the look of a lost puppy. Just as you wanted, he was a wreck. You waved your fingers at him and winked.

Turning, you headed towards your dormitory, but was stopped abruptly when you were quickly turned and pressed up against the wall. Letting out a gasp, you locked eyes with Draco as he searched your face.

“That little stunt you pulled earlier was awfully uncalled for,” he hummed, towering over you.

Smirking, you pushed your blonde hair away from your shoulder to reveal some of your neck. “Well to be fair, you did call me an eyesore, I had to calm you down with just a bit of water-”

“Another spell like that and I will make sure you’ll regret it,” he chuckled, closing any gaps left between the two of you. During those moments silence, you two just stared at each other. No words needed to be spoken, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kiss me.” you whispered, gazing at him in the dim light.

He smirked, sliding his hands onto your hips and gripping them. He pressed his lips to yours, lightly, only to have you deepen the kiss. He chuckled against your lips. Raising your arms, you tangled your fingers in his silky hair. He bit your lip, asking for an entrance as you parted your lips, granting him permission.

Before going any further, you both heard the clicking of a door and quickly pulled apart, startled. Beginning to laugh, you shook your head at Draco. He swiftly got close to your ear and spoke.

“Tease me like that again, and I’ll be sure to make it one of your last,” he whispered and walked away heading towards his room. Biting your lip, you smirked and headed towards yours, waiting another day to begin your shenanigans once again.

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years

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I didn't know I had a thing for neglected husbands but all I can think about now is how Henry is a little bit too loud in bed and how he wants to do so kinky stuff because his wife never wanted to do it. And how he is so thankful to his mistress that he spoils her rotten with flowers, jewelry and expensive lingerie and mistress have never been with a guy (probably never been with a man in that way Henry is) that show his affection so much.

Read more Henry x Mistress here

Maybe I will create some kind of masterpost for this series of imagines. But it shan’t be this night!

18+ below the cut.

The journey was as long as it was swift. Anticipation overloaded the hours with panic, and you couldn’t sleep. There were too many checkpoints between you and a taxi that Henry ordered to pick you up from the airport. There was no time to enjoy a meal or check out the scenery. All you got to see was the sky, clouds and the city as it whizzed by in the back of a cab.You clutched your phone to your chest. It was a ticking time bomb, and every vibration was another reminder that the countdown was on and when it got to zero, Henry would greet you at the door to his hotel room.

Nevermind you were in a different country. Nevermind you were in Paris. There was only one thing making your heart race hard that the thought of rest couldn’t have been further from your concern.

Henry pulled open the door before you had a chance to knock. He had been waiting and peering out the peephole to catch you coming out of the elevator and down the carpeted hallway.

Your bag got caught in the doorway, an afterthought much like the fact that you had flown over ten hours to get to him. It didn’t matter that you stumbled out of your shoes and into his arms, or that the door accidentally slammed shut behind you.

It was a frenzy to kiss each other and to satiate a mutual appetite that had been fed nothing but fine kindling in the form of lightly suggestive messages exchanged over the last couple of weeks. When he had his hands on you, travelling down your hips, fingers threading through your hair, it felt like no time had passed since the last time you were together like this. All the guilt and malice melted away and you gave yourself over to him.

But more than that… Henry gave himself over to you. The ring was already gone, tucked away somewhere so he might forget about it for a night or two. The sting of the gold didn’t touch your back when he rubbed your skin and tugged off your shirt. It didn’t remind you when he had his palms fully encompassing your breasts, squeezing and moaning as he licked one nipple and sucked the supple flesh like he was trying to draw liquid from the other.

He pulled back for a moment and seethed. His mouth was swollen, lips red and cheeks flushed. He wanted to look at your face so he could fully enjoy kissing it. He had satiated himself only for a moment and needed to look at what he had found himself fixated upon since the moment he saw you working at the little hotel cafe back home.

“I want you to fuck me like you’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more.”

“That’ll be easy,” you said with a smile. “I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.”

Henry bent at the knees so he could squeeze your bottom in both of his hands, devouring your mouth again until you reached the edge of the fluffy bed decked with pillows and the most luxuriously white duvet you had ever seen.

“I need to ask you something,” he said as he urged you onto the bed.

“Yes?” You answered, leaning back so he could bend down and start running his hands up your legs and under your skirt.

“Are you open to letting me… Uh… Um,” Henry paused to laugh at himself, cheeks blazing bashfully. “Can I just be open with you? Will you let me?”

“What do you mean, Henry? Of course, you can be open with me.”

He melted a little and rested his cheek on your thigh, lamenting the last time he felt something close to what he was experiencing at that moment. It pained him to think he had never felt so passionately about anything before but drove him to open his eyes to register the reality. He was feeling something extraordinary, and the way you looked down at him and ran your fingers through his hair made him shiver.

“Even if what I’m thinking is really, really dirty?”

You had to hold your head up to keep from melting underneath the kisses he pressed to your legs.

“You can be as sick and dirty as you want, no one will stop you here,” you told him.

“Good,” he planted a sloppy kiss on your left thigh. “Good… ‘Cause I want to taste you. I wanna taste that sweet pussy and make you come all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you until you come again. Mmm, I promise I’ll have you coming all over my cock.”

“I can’t wait to feel that nice big cock inside of me… Sir.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Henry groaned. “Please say that again.”

His reaction had been even better than what you had hoped for. You wondered if his wife had ever given him the power before but it seemed unlikely based on what he had told you of her. You wanted to make him see he was desireable. You wanted to make him feel like he deserved to have his needs met, exceeded and even taken advantage of. He went into this as a new man, hungry for everything that you would give him. And that night you gave him whatever twisted little desire he could ever think of.

“Oh, Mr. Deaver… All I’ve been thinking about is how badly I want you to ruin my pussy. I’ve never seen a cock that big before.”

There was truth in your statement. Henry was tall and all the stereotyped accoutrements that supposedly came with being a man of his stature were accounted for. You switched tracks and sat up, your skirt falling back down over your thighs. Henry gave you some room to drag him up by the collar of his shirt so he was standing before you as you sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing your breasts together for him to lick his lips at.

His erection pressed against the front of his pants, caged by a belt and some slacks that did him no favours in concealing the prominent arousal. You kissed at the material stretched over his shaft and felt the strong pulse of blood coursing down to fill him out.

“Mr. Deaver… What are you waiting for? Don’t you want me to suck your cock?”You watched as he bit his lip from on high. “God, yes. Yes, I want you to suck my… My cock. Fuck.”

He was holding back. He wanted to let go completely, but there were a few stitches left keeping him from allowing carnality to overtake. You didn’t want him to hold back because you didn’t want to either. So you tugged his belt from the buckle and opened the button of his pants all while staring up at him like, parched and desperate.

Before you could tug his trousers down and get to his underwear, he framed your face and bent down to kiss you long and hard.

“Maybe you’d like a word that you can say so that if it hurts, I’ll know.”

You couldn’t help but melt. His concern for you was endearing, and you smiled to humour him.

“I want you to make it hurt, big boy. Use me.”

“Fuck, you have such a dirty mouth.”

“What are you going to do to it, sir?”

Henry was reeling by how snappy you were with your responses. You pulled him close by the waistband of his pants and he helped by pushing them down. His day-old white shirt floated about his waist until you fiddled with the first button you could reach. He made the process quicker by undoing the rest so he could shrug out of the garment.

“Open up,” he whispered.

You spread your legs, let your tongue roll out of your mouth and waited for him to pull his underwear down. His cock sprang out, and he delighted in how quickly you latched onto the tip with your puckered lips.

“Oh, you’re so damn cute. So eager to suck my dick. I love it.”

You hummed around him before taking a deep breath in through your nose and trying to sink as much of him into your mouth that would fit. When he touched the back of your throat, he moaned and tilted your head up more so he could get a better look at you.

But Henry didn’t want you below him for long. You could tell that he was antsy to get back to being able to fondle every inch of you. He loved the way it felt with your lips wrapped tightly around his cock, but there were so many better things he wanted to do with your mouth. He withdrew his hips, beckoned you up and guided you back onto the center of the bed, coming up between your open legs.

“You don’t understand how fucking hard I get when I think about being inside that pussy again. It’s so damn tight, baby. I’ve really missed it.”

“How tight, bad boy? Keep telling me how bad you want my pussy.”

“Tighter than anything… Fuck… Tighter than hers.”

Henry reached up and tugged your panties down to your knees, taking the material between his teeth to help you slide out of them. When he gazed between your legs, his cheeks turned pink. Brushing his own hair back, he sent his other hand between your thighs, the pad of his thumb gliding between your pussy lips.

“Tighter… Mmph, wetter…” He murmured. “Cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Fuck me, mister. Please. I want it bad,” you culled him in with one leg until he was nearly toppling over you.

With his right hand wrapped around the hilt of his shaft, he spread his own knees further apart to align himself. Henry watched every last millimetre of his length squeeze past your luscious opening with the edge of his teeth cutting into his bottom lip. A continuous purr left him as he enjoyed the first seconds of soaking in your wet heat. You could almost count the goosebumps popping up all over his arms and legs as he bathed in the warm pressure.

“Good God,” he moaned. “It fits so nice.”

You did him a favour and used your legs to push your hips up, closing the gap between your pelvises and then pulling away again. He watched you stirring your hips with a look of utter amazement weighing his jaw down.

“You’re amazing… Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, fuck that’s good. That looks so good.”

Heaven descended on the disharmonious stars in his mismatched eyes and a flash of his white teeth made it look like he was in a dream. He clamped his hands around your hips and met one of the deep undulations you had been giving him. It struck a chord inside that sent a shock through your core. You answered with a gasp and drew him back out from under his veil of ecstasy.

“Make sure you tell me if it hurts.”

“It does hurt, but I like it. Please, sir. Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Christ,” he scoffed.

You pulled him in again with one leg hooked around his hip. He held your other leg up by your knee, spreading you apart so he could see what your pussy looked like all full of him. It was all the motivation he needed to forget about having any semblance of manners. He wanted to fuck dirty and speak his mind. You made it okay, and he ran with it.

The night was balmy and brave. Henry lost himself in the possibilities, never settling on fucking you in any single position. He needed to try them all and your ardency made him forget who he was for a while. And you forgot, too. Nothing existed past the tepid little bubble that both your bodies shared.

Sweat broke early on and continued to dampen the covers as the minutes of passion slipped away. Not-so-gentlemanly words left his mouth at an impressive rate while he feasted on your flesh and left rose-red splotches surrounding your nipples and down your sternum. He even spent some time kissing your tummy and nuzzling into you like you were made of pure velvet and down.

And he could never get enough of the taste between your legs. The tip of his tongue fluttered over your clit, lips enclosing the sweet spot for a short suckle. He shuddered from the sounds you made when he tongued your pussy and moaned into your skin. He even giggled a few times after you had squealed from the attention.

“I want to taste this pussy every day,” he whispered. “Tomorrow… You’re my breakfast. Then I’m going to take you out. And I’m going to fuck you before my meeting. And again when I get back… After you change into the lingerie we’re going to pick out for you.”

“Henryyy,” you whined.

“No questions asked,” he said before delving into you again with his tongue.And that was his final decision. With the brickwork laid, you knew he wouldn’t allow you to refuse. He hadn’t with the plane ticket and he wouldn’t let you say no to him now or the next day or the next.

#henry x mistress #henry deaver stuff #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard fanfiction

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WHEN THE MOON MET THE SUN | JIHAN, CHAPTER TWO

1:41 pm

It's too soon to feel this enamored by someone he's just met, yet it's just so easy when it comes to a dreamy, foreign man named Yoon Jeonghan. One glance, one shared breath of air, and suddenly Joshua finds himself clocking out of his shift to meet Jeonghan outside.

But first, he has to get someone to cover his shift for him--- which is a difficult task.

"Alex..." Joshua shifts his feet a little. "Do me this one favor."

She's appalled. "But I've been here since eight am! And I'm supposed to be clocking out in thirty minutes, while your ass literally just got here an hour ago!"

Joshua shies away from the riled up woman, but doesn't hesitate to pull a certain card. "I'm helping this guy as you asked! What happened to having a good heart, huh?"

A finger is pointed in his face, but it's no threat. She bites her lip and says in defeat, "Ugh... fine! Go have fun with your lover boy and bring back a souvenir, won't you?"

This warrants a quick, but nevertheless grateful forehead kiss from her coworker. "Thank you so much, Reid!" is all he says as he makes a mad dash to the door, and gets, "I mean it, Hong! A goddamn souvenir, you hear me?" in return.

He waves to Alex, who winks, and is greeted by the light, warm, and somewhat polluted atmosphere when he opens the door. Standing there is Jeonghan, whose shoulder-length, curled in black hair is being swayed by a gentle breeze, and Joshua exhales just because he feels the need to.

"Are you ready?"

Jeonghan doesn't hear him, so he doesn't turn to respond. Instead, Joshua watches the man lean more and more into the street that seemed to go on for miles, where vehicles like shiny red Camaros to dull blue Thunderbirds reside.

One particular car rips through the gravel like there's no tomorrow, just as Jeonghan begins to tip over due to his awe. Without thinking, Joshua rushes over to him and yanks back the sleeve of his oversized cardigan, causing the man to stumble back in surprise.

"Oh, Shua!" Jeonghan exclaims, unfazed, "You've escaped!"

Cooling down from a state of panic, Joshua's shoulders heave up and down, but the nickname doesn't go unmissed. In fact, it gives him a fair amount of goosebumps. "Yes..."

The man's hands fly to Joshua's shoulders, making them slightly jump in response. Joshua's nerves are all over the place--- Jeonghan's grip is both relaxing and anxiety-inducing. However, Jeonghan doesn't seem to notice that his touch has on Joshua, which is a relief. "So? What's the plan, Joshua?"

"I was thinking... we could take the tram?" he replies. It sounds like a wary suggestion, as if somehow, the guy asking for directions is going to tell Joshua that taking the tram is a terrible idea.

"Okay, let's go!" he cheerfully exclaims, before taking Joshua's hand in his. The action causes Joshua's entire being to stiffen, but that doesn't stop Jeonghan; he continues to pull Joshua through the universe with a firm grip.

With just a slight tug, it feels as if Jeonghan is already taking his heart with him.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

After lots of walking, running, and heart-fluttering confusion, Joshua and Jeonghan arrived at the busy tram station, out of breath. Sure, they could've walked, but Jeonghan made it clear that he didn't want to waste any time--- and in the midst of things, Joshua realized that maybe he didn't want to either.

He's just not used to being dragged into life like this; he's used to taking it one step at a time, looking before he leaps. And while his inhibitions haven't flown off the handle, they've certainly loosened up a bit, just enough to allow whatever is happening right now.

But he's not complaining yet.

"Shua, look! The doors are opening!" he hears from his right. Jeonghan leans down and turns his head to the side, looking up at the mousy brown-haired man. "Hello?"

He gulps. "Hello..."

Then, as soon they hear a ding sound, Jeonghan slides through the outgoing crowd like some sort of minx. When he's inside, he waves to Joshua and gleefully yells, "Come on!"

Joshua slowly turns his head from left to right, wondering if there's something to look out for. It's probably a trap, but like a fool, he accepts all the consequences that come with walking into one as his feet find their place beside Jeonghan's.

"Hello again," Joshua says to Jeonghan, in a quiet, but happier tone this time. A smile ghosts his lips as he looks at Jeonghan, then down at the miniscule gap between their feet that makes Joshua feel soft inside.

"Hiya," Jeonghan says, quickly returning the smile like a reflex.

After a couple of minutes, the announcer's voice echoes throughout the train. "All exits are closed," Joshua hears, "We will arrive at Mount Lee Drive in about thirty minutes. Thank you."

All exits are closed, Joshua thinks. I guess I really have to see this thing through.

"Shua!" Jeonghan shouts, a bit louder than intended. When he catches some reproachful looks, he bows his head in apology, but no one pays him much attention. It's then, for the first time in the fifteen-ish minutes that Joshua has known him, that Jeonghan blushes.

It's cute.

"Shua..." Jeonghan says again, once again closing in on his personal space by leaning into him. With a cupped hand, he says in Joshua's ear, "The view is really cool... see?"

Joshua's neck is suddenly warm, but he shakes himself out his mushy thoughts and responds, "See what?"

"That!"

He doesn't know how to respond to Jeonghan's exclamation in Korean, but it's clear that he doesn't understand what the other man is getting at. Then, he feels his head being turned by a certain, soft hand, so that he's facing the large glass window.

Joshua murmurs, "What am I looking at? It's just hills and buildings."

Jeonghan marvels at the sight in front of them, which such amusement that it entices Joshua, coaxing him into taking a second look outside of the train. "Yeah, they're just hills and buildings, but when you look at them closely, they're quite beautiful."

"How so?"

The man presses a finger onto his bottom lip and muses the question. "Well, I look at this city and I think, 'Wow, there's a bunch of people in it, just living. Someone is picking their child up from school, someone is falling in love, someone is working for their ass off for their check," he says, pointing again, "All in these streets. All in these tiny windows. With a beautiful blue sky and rolling hills surrounding them."

Joshua thinks about this point, and in a way, he finds mind aligning with Jeonghan's thought process as he peers at the view. It was still nothing special, yet in some aspect, it was when you considered it. But all he says is, "Not everything is good here, though."

It's true. There's a bunch of crap that ruins the mirage that is the beautiful city of Los Angeles. (Actually, just any city. Just any place. Just life.) And it's scary.

"Of course not," Jeonghan replies, and there's a smile on his face. It's not happy, but it's not sad--- just complacent and graceful. "But that doesn't mean you can't appreciate the things that are, you know?"

Joshua can't take Jeonghan's word for it, but he's going to try.

Just for now.

#jihan #jiahn fic #svt

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antiquechampagne · 5 years

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Beastly Kingdom: Chapter 14 Knock’em Down

“FALL BACK!” Liz screamed, digging her heels into Mama’s sides. From behind her came the distinct thwum of a laser. A pile of rubble to the right of her became a giant glowing pile of slag. Looking quickly back over her shoulder, she saw the giant robot shamble forward, reaching behind its back. Slowly it produced a gigantic warhead and lifted it over its shoulder like a colossal nuclear football.

“AMERICA WILL NEVER FALL TO A COMMUNIST INVASION.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered under hear breath, pressing Mama to gallop faster. Unconsciously, she ducked as she heard the missile whistle over her head. The bomb must have fallen short. As the shock wave washed over from behind, Liz trusted a few people got out of the way in time.

Skidding to a stop behind the prep school, Mama panted, her tongue lolling. Liz vaulted off her saddle, pushing her way through the chaotic throng in the HQ courtyard.

Liz raised her voice over the din. “MAGS!” She huffed. “Where the fuck are…”

Mags seemed to materialize before her, her eyes wild with fierce determination. “Yes, Boss?”

Liz grabbed a large heavy duffle bag off the floor, upending it, the papers it held spilling across the floor. “Fill this up with as many explosives as you can find. The bigger the boom, the better,” she ordered.

“Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” Nate raised a hand at her as if she was a misbehaving puppy who chewed on his expensive dress shoes.

“You got a plan for Prime, big man?” Liz shot back.

Nate seethed angrily, but he was flustered. “This wasn’t something we had contingencies for. All of our intelligence said-“

Liz cut him off. “Are you serious? You didn’t once think that the enemy could feed you false information?! What the fuck kind of ‘general’ are you? What horse shit!”

Mags returned, struggling a bit with the now awkwardly heavy bag. Liz grabbed it and slipped it over her shoulder, securing it behind her back.

Nate attempted to save face. “And, I take it, you have some kind of plan?”

Liz shot him a deadly glare. “Of course I do.” She turned back to Mags. “I lost my stealth boys when I scuttled my armor. Find me a couple. NOW.”

Liz squared herself off across the table from Nate. She took a quick breath to calm her nerves. She needed him on her side if this had any chance at working. “I need everyone to fall back and keep out of Prime’s way as they can. By the looks of things, the Brotherhood didn’t get it fully operational. It’s slower than it should be and its aim sucks brahmin balls. It’s dragging its right leg for some reason.” She pressed her fingers against what was left of the bridge of her nose. “I need two things from you. One: keep Prime distracted, I don’t care how. Two: pelt the Prydwen with as much artillery as you can. We need it out of the sky… Oh and three: take out as many vertibirds as you can. Those things are fucking annoying.”

Mags returned with a pair of stealth boys and handed them to Liz.

“What are you going to do?” Nate asked.

“I’m going to shove this bag as far up Prime’s ass as I can and pull the pin.” Liz turned to leave.

“Wait!” Nate called after her. He turned and quickly dug through another crate near the table, retrieving an off-white block of explosives and strange looking gun with a huge red trigger. “This is a remote detonator and C4. They should make things a bit easier.”

Liz quickly looked over the explosives before shoving them in the bag with the rest. She gave him a satisfactory nod and headed out.

“See you in hell!” she called back jovially.

Once outside, Liz scratched Mama’s chin to get her attention. “Listen, Mama,” she cooed. “I need you to get me to that big nasty robot as quietly and quickly as you can. Here’s the kicker… you can’t touch anyone on the way in, okay?” Mama cocked her head to the side. “I know, I know… I told you earlier you could have a full day of fun today, but this is really important, okay?” Mama snorted, then her luminescent tongue licked Liz’s scarred cheek. Liz thumped the side of Mama’s thick neck affectionately. “Good girl.”

In the distance, Prime’s eye laser cut through a crumbling building, setting the ancient beams on fire with a bone rattling boom.

“Ready?” Liz pulled herself back up into the saddle. She slotted one stealth boy into a slot on Mama’s armor while she clipped the other to her belt before turning them both on. The air around them shimmered. Digging her heels into the deathclaw’s sides, she guided Mama as silently as she could across the battlefield.

As the smoldering wreckage of her destroyed power armor came into view, Liz started to curse to herself. The doors were just barely ajar. She noticed a whistle above her head. She stifled a ‘whoa’, slowing Mama by sheer force, steering her away from the entrance as a barrage of mortars hit their target, blowing them clean off their hinges. Before the smoke could clear, she guided Mama through the burning metal gap, hoping the smoking remains of the gate would hide their advance.

Past the firing line of the wall, it was much easier to avoid the smattering of distracted troops, each focused on some task supporting the front line. Slipping around, they slowly made their way in a wide arc behind Prime.

From this vantage point, Liz’s early observations were confirmed. The robot was not combat ready. Its limbs hitched and ground as it tried to advance and target enemies. On its back, Liz could make out a stack of warheads waiting in a huge clip for a hydraulic metal hand to reach back and grab one. Luckily, there appeared to be a limited stock loaded into the carriage.

Quickly studying the giant, Liz realized that even with Mama’s considerable height, she was going to have to do considerable amount of climbing before she would have any chance of securing her payload for maximum effect.

“Get me close, Mama.” She coaxed her glowing companion within an arm’s reach of the trailing leg of the robot. Gathering her strength, Liz stood and balanced on Mama’s back, carefully gauging the gap. Springing into the air, she reached out and grabbed ahold of the scaffolding supporting the robot’s massive hydraulic thigh. Once she found her footing and steadied herself, she glanced down to see Mama peering up at her, reluctant to leave.

Liz pointed back towards the front line. “Go!” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down but still issue an order. “Go kill some fuckers!” Mama chuffed before bounding away at full speed.

Liz steeled herself and began to pick her way up the metal leg. As she approached Prime’s midsection, she had a quick decision to make. If she lingered too long, the robot could pivot, crushing her between the bomb chassis and its colossal hips… but the alternative was to climb onto the ladder-like chassis. This path had her dangling precariously and exposed off the giant’s back. Her choice was quickly made for her as Prime turned to target something on the other side of the field. On reflex, Liz scrambled onto the chassis before it fatally pinned her to Prime’s left hip. Liz let herself exhale the breath she was holding only when she reached the robot’s solid shoulders. This area had a smattering of strategically placed handholds, which made scaling the beast slightly easier. Between the array power coils jutting from Prime’s back, Liz happened upon a sizable hatch, most likely for maintenance.

Just as she was debating how she might pick the lock on the hatch, Prime began to reach back for, reaching for another nuke.

“COMMUNIST TARGET ACQUIRED.” It bellowed ominously.

Realizing that time was not on her side, she tossed all thought of subtlety out the window.

“Screw this!” She reached for her back up weapon, a short crowbar from her belt loop. She savagely started peeling open the access hatch, her stealth field failing as she jabbed at the steel behemoth skin. The hatch started to bend, the latch giving with a satisfying snap just as a handful of laser bolts scorched the metal next to her. Soldiers from the ground had spotted her.

Liz opened the hatch. She shrugged her deadly cargo off her shoulders, sliding it into the open cavity. She was just about to close the hatch when something familiar caught her eye. Inside, nestled in among the guts of the machine, was a commonly used combat inhibitor. She had seen countless numbers of these units as she tinkered on robots over the years. With a quick twist and yank, the circular component popped out.

Liberty Prime suddenly reared back, nearly sending Liz spilling over the edge.

“DEATH IS A PREFERABLE ALTERNATIVE TO COMMUNISM!” Prime took aim at a passing vertibird and opened fire with its laser, catching the tail and sending it plummeting to the ground, before tossing the nuke in the direction of the airport building.

More gunfire hit Prime around her. Liz wasn’t sure if more Brotherhood soldiers had seen her meddling with their toy or if they realized Liberty Prime was now firing indiscriminately at anything in its field of view. Either way, it was time for her to make a quick exit before someone hit something vital. And, in her mind, there was only one way down. The hard way down.

With one hand, she held onto the detonator. With the other, she reached into a deep pocket and pulled out a handful of chem syringes. She didn’t even bother to read which ones she grabbed before she jabbed a half dozen into her thigh and smashed the plungers. Time slowed to a crawl as she jumped, propelling herself off the giant’s shoulder with a feral scream. Her heartbeat deafened her ears, drowning out any sounds of the war waging around her. If she could have flown by pure force of will, Liz would have risen into the clouds and tore the Prydwen apart with her own two hands. As her slow and dreamy trajectory took a notable but expected arc downward, she pulled the red trigger.

Reality and time snapped back violently. Her fall was suddenly interrupted by a colossal explosion. An intense wave of heat and shrapnel threw Liz’s body sideways, flipping her chaotically ass-over-teakettle. She had one last glance at the sun in the sky before she hit the ground and everything went black.

Consciousness came back in scattered flashes. First, light leaked in as Liz’s eye and brain began to argue over the exact mechanism by which shapes should be in focus. Something warm and wet coated one of her cheeks, the other pressed on something coarse and cold. Why did she smell mutfruit jelly? She groaned, trying to roll over. Something in her shoulder ground together so loud she swore she could hear it more than feel it. Her head swam as she propped herself up on one functional elbow. In the back of her mind, Liz was aware that many parts of her body were on fire with pain but somehow, but that information didn’t seem to be all that pressing at the moment.

Out of the fog walked a hulking figure. The ground reverberated with each heavy step as the drab green power armor advanced, a glowing laser musket throwing pulsing red light over the metal chest armor. It reminded Liz of prewar Christmas lights.

Liz tried to reach for her crowbar, fumbling as her shoulder refused to cooperate before remembering that it was gone, lost in the explosion.

“Damn it…” she mumbled, just as more movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Something colorful and large.

“BOSS!” Mason ran to Liz’s prone body. “Boss?! Are you alright?” He started looking her over. Liz could read his grimace like a highway billboard. She was not alright.

“What fuck do you think? Ghoul’s weren’t meant to fly.”

The power armor towered over her, it pointed to her leg. A multitude broken needles still protruded from her thigh, the broken glass and shredded metal looking like a deadly bouquet.

“What chems did you take?” Nate’s voice crackled out of the helmet’s exterior speaker.

“Hell if I know. All of them?” Liz started to pluck them out, the grinding in her shoulder forcing her to stop after the first few. Mason took over, pulling the remainder out before opening his own med pouch.

The General put a hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Hold on.” Her pointed at Liz’s other leg. “We need to get that out first.”

Liz moved her one leg, revealing the other beneath it. Clean through the meat of her thigh jutted a jagged and bloody board. The sight seemed to break her from her shock induced haze. Against her internal protestations, Liz’s mind swam, the edges of her vision dimming. Pain burned through her body from what felt like a thousand places.

Suddenly, bullets began to pelt the group, bouncing harmlessly off Nate’s armor. One grazed Mason’s arm. Both men returned fire, turning the wounded scribe who was trying for a lucky shot into a broken heap.

“We need to move the Boss out of the open,” Mason looked around, calculating their best route. “But I’m going to need a hand.” His wound was bleeding profusely, his hand limp held tight at his side.

Nate wordlessly scooped Liz from the pavement. This was the first time she had a chance to see where she had landed. She nearly started to chuckle. She had smashed through a picnic table, complete with scattered food and smashed place settings, but the pain cut her off before she could. Guess that is where the smell of mutfruit came from!

Nate carried her swiftly through the fray, heading towards the school, Mason in tow. Another deafening concussive wave stop them in their tracks. Nate nearly dropping Liz as he ducked reflexively. Instead, he just ended up jostled her broken body. Around them, screams and whoops erupted. Turning, Liz could see the Prydwen in flames, listing dangerously. Liz let out her own triumphant yelp, but it was cut short when Nate decided to continue his jog back to the HQ.

Once in the courtyard, Nate handed Liz off to a waiting medic. Mags was quickly at her side, giving the medic an icy death glare as she gave Liz various reports. Liz was a bit disappointed she was left behind during the final offensive, the sounds of battle farther away than she liked. The medic was swift and efficient. They hopped her up on more Med-X before pulling out the offensive plank from her thigh. Once the wound was cleaned, they checked her various other wounds, stabilizing her crushed shoulder. After administering a handful of stimpacks, Liz felt well enough to hobble over and watch the once proud air ship crash and sink, flaming, into the sea.

#beastly kingdom #fallout #fallout 4 #nuka world #the brotherhood of steel #battle #liberty prime #Liz Rosa #ghoul #AO3

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capandbuckysgirl · 5 years

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Just Dive Right In - Chris Evans x Reader

Hello all! So this is written for @valkyrieofsmut ‘s 200 Followers challenge. So I ended up deciding on a drunken game of Two Truths and One Lie and Airport bought condoms… this is how I decided to execute this one, so enjoy the ride!

I think this will be a two-parter or multi-chapter!

Word Count: 4,198 (Sorry, it kind of took on a life of its own!)

Summary: Chris is getting ready to travel back home after making an appearance at a convention when he runs into a girl that is unlike anyone he’s ever met. She’ll challenge him in ways he’s never experienced before…

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Chris, praise kink, swearing, mentions of anxiety, alcohol use, NSFW, 18+ only, Chris being fucking adorable! (That’s a warning, trust me)

This is written in Chris’s POV… Oh gosh, here we go!

Gifs used are not mine, credit to owners!

It had all started out like any other convention weekend, I’d made it through the hardest parts with the hundreds of autographs and pictures and the screaming. It was over and now I was on my way back to my room to have a beer and put my feet up for a bit. It had gone well, the fans really making me feel welcome, and getting to see some of my fellow co-stars was always something I enjoyed.

It was awesome and amazing, fun - but I couldn’t wait to head back home and spend time with my family and see Dodger, I really missed that dog when I was gone. Not that I didn’t love doing these appearances and seeing my fans and interacting with them, it just also had a way of making my anxiety go crazy. I could hide it well enough, but in all honesty when I was up on that stage my heart was pounding and my palms sweaty as I tried to keep myself composed enough to get through the interviews and questions.

I stopped at the elevator, my eyes trained on the floor as I waited. My hands shoved deep in my pockets and my head covered in my favorite Guns ‘n Roses ball cap. I smiled to myself as a girl stood right next to me, never lifting her eyes from her phone as the doors opened and we both walked onto the elevator.

“What floor?” she asked softly, her eyes still trained on her phone.

“Twelve, please?” It came out as more of a question and I chuckled softly. She paid me no more attention and pushed the button then went back to whatever she was doing on that damn phone. What was it about this stranger that had me so flustered - wishing she’d put that fucking phone away and just look at me?

I took that time to observe her. She was gorgeous, all soft-looking skin and understated makeup that made me realize how naturally beautiful her face was. Plump lips, long eyelashes and a slight flush to her cheeks. Her hair was swept back over her shoulder where I saw a tattoo peeking from behind the strap of her shirt. And the skirt she was wearing had me wondering all kinds of naughty thoughts. She didn’t look like anyone that had been at the convention, but how was I to know?

Clearing my throat, I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets and rocked nervously back on my heels. What the fuck was my problem? Why did I care so much about any of this? It’s not like she’d said anything to me more than asking what floor I was on. What was happening to me to make me so very aware of this woman?

‘Say something to her before she gets off this elevator and you never see her again.’ I berated myself.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?”

She stopped typing on her phone and her eyes met mine (finally) as she crooked her eyebrow as if to say ‘Really?’ and laughed throatily. The sound of it went straight to my cock and I found myself even more focused on everything about her that I could take in. Her lips pursed as she considered me for a moment.

“A little of both, I guess. I just finished volunteering as a VIP tour guide for some actor that was here for the convention.”

Nodding I stepped a bit closer to her, the scent of cinnamon and apples invaded my senses and I felt my knees go weak. She smelled like dessert and I was ready to drop straight to my knees and eat her right here in this goddamn elevator. What kind of fucking voodoo witchcraft was this girl weaving?

“Who was the actor - anyone I might know?” Of course, I knew all the actors that had been there, but I was curious now who she’d been spending time with.

“Tom?” She smiled for a second as she looked back at me, her eyes meeting mine. “Tom Hiddleston. He’s very sweet, treated me like a princess even though I was the one who was supposed to make sure he was treated well.”

“Mmhm,” I mumbled. The sudden jerk as the elevator stopped broke the trance and she smiled once more. She went to step off, but I had to know one more thing. “W-wait,” I cleared my throat again. “What’s your name?”

Her eyes moved up and down, giving me the once over before her lips parted and she said, “Y/N, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and you are?”

“Y/N, that’s such a beautiful name. I’m Chris.”

She eyed the door for a moment before stepping back, the doors once again sliding closed. “Well Chris, it’s very nice to meet you. Would you like to go down to the bar? My treat.”

My desire to lie on my bed and rest before my flight tomorrow was diminishing by the second.

“Sure, I’d like that. But you don’t have to treat me, let’s just go have that drink and talk.” My lips crooked up a bit in a grin as she pushed the button for the lounge.

We didn’t speak again as the elevator descended to the ground floor. When it came to a stop I motioned for her to go ahead of me, waving my arm out and chuckling as she smiled. We made our way to the bar and sat down, her knee brushing mine momentarily as she straightened her skirt.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, her eyes widening a bit as she saw me.

Fuck…

“I’ll have a Patron margarita, please?” Y/N asked politely as the bartender continued to stare at me.

“A beer, please? Stella if you’ve got it?”

She moved around the bar getting our drinks together as I turned back to Y/N, my heart was pounding as I looked at her. The bartender was going to blow my cover, so it was probably better if I told her who I was.

“So, Y/N, there’s something I should probably tell you.”

She nodded and turned more toward me, her knees settling between mine. Her eyes searched mine for a moment, her tongue gliding over her bottom lip as she wet it. How the fuck was I supposed to talk when she was doing that shit?

“I’m – I was at that convention. I know Tom.”

“Okay,” she said softly. “You were at the convention, like as a fan?”

“Not exactly,” I said as the bartender came back and put our drinks in front of us. We both thanked her as we grabbed the drinks, and each took a sip. “My name is Chris Evans. I know, like know, Tom because I’ve worked with him.”

She considered me for a moment again, taking another drink before putting it down and placing her hand on my knee. I nearly choked on the sip of beer I’d just taken but managed to sort of keep my cool and smile at her.

“You’re,” she started then lowered her voice to a whisper, “Captain America?”

I chuckled nervously, my hand that wasn’t on my beer rubbing roughly through my beard.

“Yeah, at least, I play him in the movies.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you before, I see it now though. Why are you trying to be incognito?”

“Well, I’m not exactly trying to be incognito. This is how I usually dress,” I shrugged. “And it’s okay that you didn’t recognize me right off, I like that there was a little bit of anonymity at first.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can pretend that I don’t know who you are.”

“I don’t know if that will work, we both know better now.” I sighed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said softly, moving closer until her lips were at my ear, her knees firmly wedged between mine. “I can be very convincing Mr. Evans. Now let’s have a few more drinks and get to know each other a little better.”

She pulled back away from me, a devious smile pulling across those sinful lips as she lifted her drink toward me. I composed myself as best I could and lifted my beer, clinking the glass together.

An hour later, we were both a bit tipsy. We were laughing and joking loudly at a table in one of the far corners of the bar. Some of the patrons were giving us dirty looks, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

“W-wait, let’s play a game,” Y/N winked as she took another drink from her glass. “Two truths and one lie.”

“Okay, I know this game. Give me a second to come up with something.”

“I’ll go first then,” she said as she turned more in the seat, her skirt lifting slightly to reveal her thighs. Just a little more and I’d be able to see what kind of panties she had on.

“O-okay, I got it. I have a dog named Lady Prissy, I’m from Y/H/T, and my favorite color is Y/F/C.”

“Well, I’m going to guess… that the lie is the dog one?”

She giggled, fucking giggled, and nodded her head. “You’re absolutely right, now it’s your turn.”

“Okay, I’m from Massachusetts, I’m a vegetarian, and I suffer from slight anxiety when in big crowds.”

She leaned forward, her hand cupping her cheek as she thought it over.

“You’re not a vegetarian, are you? But you’re also in big crowds a lot because of what you do. The question is, do you get anxiety over it? I’m going to say you’re not a vegetarian.”

“You’d be correct.” I smiled softly as she sat back up, her eyes meeting mine as she grasped my hand.

“My turn?” She paused for a moment, adjusting herself on the seat again and that fucking skirt lifting a little bit higher. “I’m not as drunk as you might think, I really want to kiss you right now, and my inhibitions may have just flown out the window.” Her voice was quiet, her eyes searching mine as she leaned forward. Her lips parted slightly, and I leaned toward her closing the gap even more.

“I hope those were all true.”

“Yes,” she moaned as we came together, my hands cupping her face as our lips met. I took it slow, dragging my bottom lip against hers before closing in again, pressing my lips hard against hers. Before the kiss could get too heated she pulled back, her cheeks flushed as she grabbed my hands in hers. “I want you to know I don’t do things like this. I’m not just doing this to hook up with you.”

“Shhh,” I said as I leaned forward again and kissed her softly. “I don’t think that. Though I think we are both consenting adults and can do whatever we want, I know you aren’t just using me.”

“You’re right, I really like you. But,” her eyes fell, staring directly at my t-shirt as she bit her lip and our hands dropped to our sides. “I can’t help but think about what we would be like together… in bed. How you would feel inside of me.”

I slid out of the booth and stood, reaching for her hand. She smiled up at me, her bottom lip still caught between her teeth. We walked out of the bar toward the elevator, our hands still clasped together as we waited. The doors opened, and we walked on the empty car. I pushed the button to my floor like the thing had offended me in some way. Spinning her against the wall of the elevator, I pushed myself up against her, my cock rubbing roughly against one of her sinful thighs as she gasped, her hands finding purchase on my biceps as I ground up against her.

“You’re a naughty girl, teasing me like that. Getting me to play that game just to tell me that you wanted me?”

She moaned loudly, her nails digging into my skin as I ground against her harder. I leaned right beside her ear, my breath fanning across the skin as I watched goosebumps spread up her neck and she visibly shivered.

“Want to know another truth, Y/N?”

“M-mmhm,” she sighed breathily.

“I’m so fucking glad that I bought that box of condoms at the airport before I left to come here.” She moaned again as I wedged my knee between her legs. I groaned as I felt the wetness on my thigh. “I don’t even know why I did it, but now we’re going to go back to my room, and I’m going to fuck you so good – so hard. Are you okay with that?”

“So okay,” she nodded, her eyes clouded with lust and alcohol.

I pulled away from her, my hand sliding down to grasp hers once again as the elevator stopped, a couple got on and pressed another button as we stood back against the wall, Y/N’s breathing a bit heavy and labored as she tightened her grip on my hand.

“Patience,” I whispered, my thumb rubbing circles on her hand.

The elevator once again stopped, but this time it was on my floor. Tugging her hand gently we moved around the other couple and walked out onto the twelfth floor and headed toward my room. I pulled the card out of my pocket that would open my door. I took my time, the anticipation growing as I finally pushed the door open and pulled Y/N inside.

“I want you to do something for me, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” she said as she watched me put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the handle and closed the door.

“I want you to strip down out of everything except that fucking skirt that you’ve been teasing me with all night, and then I want you on the end of the bed with your feet up and thighs spread. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her fingers tugging at the bottom of her skirt.

I pulled her against me, my fingers catching her chin and pulling her lips to mine. As we pulled apart I rested my forehead against hers and stared directly into her eyes.

“Yes what, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” I praised. “Now move your ass, sweetheart.”

She didn’t hesitate, she turned on her heel and stripped clothes along the way as she moved to my bed. As she removed her bra I went to my suitcase and opened it, digging through the pocket and fishing out the box of condoms that I’d bought on a whim at the airport. Turning back to Y/N I saw her positioned just as I’d told her, and a smile pulled across my lips.

I pulled my hat off and then my shirt and tossed them somewhere behind me. Toeing off my shoes and removing my socks before walking to the edge of the bed and running a finger along the skin of Y/N’s arm. Sliding it gently down to skim past her breasts and stopping to tuck my finger in the waistband of that goddamn skirt.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t wait to feel you. But first,” I said as I threw the box of condoms onto the mattress and walking back around to the foot of the bed. I looked down at Y/N’s thighs, spread so pretty for me with that skirt still hiding what I really wanted to see. “I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make you scream for me.” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands starting at her ankles. I rubbed soft touches along her skin as I chased my hands with my lips, marking her with tiny nibbles along the flesh.

I moved higher, pushing the fabric of her skirt up slightly as I traced patterns on her thighs, just a whisper of a touch against her skin followed by kisses and the nudge of my nose as I made my way toward her pussy. I paused for a moment, licking a trail against her skin and tasting it.

Fuck, she could make me come just from her taste. She was sweet and a bit spicy and absolutely fucking edible. I pushed the skirt up around her hips and stared down at her. She was glistening, so wet and ready for me. She was perfect.

I dove in, my tongue finding her clit as I lifted her thighs over my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her open for me as I licked and sucked her. I looked up at her, taking it all in. She looked so beautiful with her hands fisted in her hair and her mouth open wide as she moaned out her pleasure.

I continued working her clit as I released one of her thighs, bringing one of my hands down to knead the flesh of her ass as she pushed herself against my face. I probed her cunt with one finger, pressing in slowly as I took her clit between my lips and gave it a little nip. Her now beard-burned thighs began shaking as she fisted her hands into my hair, tugging roughly as she chased an orgasm that seemed to be very close by the sounds she was making.

I pushed another finger in and crooked them up, rubbing the soft, spongy area of her g-spot. I worked it with my fingertips, watching as her thighs locked up, her hands gripped my hair to the point of pain and she released the filthiest sounding moan I’d ever heard. She tightened around my fingers and swore loudly as she came – hard.

I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her and kissed right above her clit as I stood and unbuckled my belt.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” I grinned as I watched her trying to catch her breath, her body flushed pink from her orgasm and her hair a mess from where she’d been tugging on it. “Such a good girl.”

She smiled up at me, her eyes hooded, and her pupils blown wide. She moved up the bed, removing her skirt as she went as I unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. Pushing my pants and boxers down, I let them pool around my feet before kicking them off to the side. I crawled onto the bed on my knees, hovering over Y/N for a moment before I caught her lips with mine, letting her taste herself on my mouth.

I pulled back slightly, grasping around for the box of condoms. When I found it, I sat back and opened the box. Pulling the foil packets out, tearing one off and setting the rest on the bedside table. I tore into the packet with my teeth, my eyes finding hers as she watched. I rolled the condom on, putting the empty packet on the table and leaned back down over her.

“Normally I’d have you on your knees sucking my cock, but I can’t wait to get inside you. So, everything else will have to wait until later, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hands coming around my waist as she pulled me closer. Her thighs parted to welcome me, cradling me perfectly as I grasped myself in one hand and notched against her opening.

Pushing forward I felt the tightness of her pussy start to pull me in. It was Heaven and Hell all at once, the most delicious torture I’d ever felt. I continued to push, the drag of her walls as I entered heat and warmth almost pushing me over the edge before we’d even started. I tucked my face into the crook of her neck and focused on my breathing, so I didn’t embarrass myself by coming before I’d even gotten fully inside of her.

“You’re so fucking tight, Jesus fucking Christ.” I wanted to either sob or sing, I wasn’t sure which, but I was finally balls deep inside of this gorgeous woman and it felt fucking awesome.

She moved her hands down from my waist to grab the cheeks of my ass and pulled me forward more, deeper inside of her and my eyes crossed as I moaned loudly. I pulled back before thrusting forward roughly. I set a pace almost too fast and hard, but she took it all, sinking her nails into the skin of my ass and letting her thighs part further, taking me deeper. I worked with her, moving against her body as we got lost in the push and the pull. The drag of my cock inside of her and the feeling of being so connected to someone – this was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. She was so perfect, so amazing. Such a good girl, taking my cock like she owned that shit.

Moving her hands up to my hair again, she pulled me up to look at her, she looked so beautiful, gorgeously wrecked as I fucked her into the hotel mattress. She tugged me down toward her, our lips and tongues meeting again as my hips faltered for only a second. We pulled apart, needing air as her lips fell open as she moaned, her legs wrapping up around me and locking her feet behind my back. I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her lips back to mine, kissing her roughly. We kept our lips close together, breathing each other in as I thrust into her harder. My forehead against hers as sweat ran down my back, down my face and dripping onto her chest as she begged me for more. The slight drag of her mouth against mine as she spoke, her voice now hoarse and fucked out.

I could feel my balls tightening, the feeling of fire burning in my veins as I stared down at her. Her face and chest flushed bright red now, her hair sweat slicked and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she moved one of her hands between our bodies, her fingers touching the base of my cock as she rubbed at her clit.

“That’s it,” I rasped, the tightening in my stomach pulling another groan from me as I fucked into her, angling my hips to hit that spot for her. “Fucking come all over my cock, sweetheart. I’m gonna come with you.”

She moaned loudly, her eyes closing as her thighs locked up around me and I felt her tighten around my cock. That did it, I swore loudly and tucked my face back into the crook of her neck and came with such intensity that I felt it down into my toes. I continued softer, shallow thrusts as I let the tightness of her cunt milk my cock for all I was worth.

We didn’t move for a few moments, the aftershocks of my orgasm sending ripples of pleasure down my spine as she kissed soft, closed mouth kisses against my temple. Finally, I was able to roll over and off her as my cock softened. I removed the condom and tied it off and stood up and walked into the en-suite and threw the condom in the trash. Wetting a cloth, I took it back into the room and cleaned her up, careful to be gentle with her.

Crawling back into the bed, I lifted the blankets and got us both situated before pulling her toward me. I kissed her lips softly before pushing some hair behind her ear and searching her face. Who was this girl that had me so wrapped up and confused?

“I can go back to my room,” she whispered.

“Please, stay.”

“I’m not sure what this is,” her voice was so raspy and sex-ruined that it was hard to focus on what she was saying. “I don’t expect anything from you. This was so – well, it was fucking awesome.”

I laughed as I continued to look at her, really look at her. She was so beautiful, her eyes met mine as she stared up through her lashes and something inside of me tugged and ached.

“I think,” I started, my fingers still running against the skin of her cheek. “I think we should get some sleep, and then in the morning, we can talk about the rest of it.”

“Okay,” she nodded, her lips lifting slightly as she brought her hands up to cup my face.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” I murmured, my heart pounding behind my ribs as I thought about leaving the next morning.

“Goodnight, Chris,” she said back, her eyes never leaving mine. We stayed awake for hours, our eyes never looking away for the other.

Something was happening to me, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for and it scared the shit out of me, but also gave me hope. Leaning forward I kissed her, her eyes closing finally as she settled into the blankets. I hunkered down and tried to sleep, to get my brain to shut up about whatever this was or wasn’t.

Finally, I drifted off into a fitful sleep, dreams full of Y/E/C eyes, sinful moans and whispered promises with her wrapped in my arms.

I was so fucked…

#masterlist repost #winchesterwantmypie #my work #chris evans x reader

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written-rebellion · 6 years

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Perfect Distractions

A/N: I don’t recall who specifically requested a beach day per se, but I know a good deal of you asked for some summer loving, and I’m more than happy to provide!

Obviously so very nsfw...

Jamie’s taking advantage of the summer heat, Claire lets that heat get the better of her, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Thirteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Fourteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] Part Fifteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Sixteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seventeen: [Chapter 1]

Part Seventeen: Full Effect | Chapter 2

The day had started well. Better than well, even.

It was unusually warm for Scotland and Jamie had yanked her out of bed for a trip to the West coast, where the gulf stream made the water along the shore warm enough to swim in.

It wasn’t the thick tropical heat of the Philippines’ beaches, but at least she still had a swimsuit on hand.

One that she was increasingly grateful for as she watched Jamie’s bugging eyes take in the two-piece suit and the expanse of her skin still touched with a lingering tan from her trip.

It took more than one tug on his hand to uproot his feet from the ground in front of the changing rooms.

Their walk towards the water’s edge had been fine too, until it wasn’t.

A Frisbee had flown wildly off course and hit her in the ankle as they walked, and she’d just been returning it to the two men who ran over when Jamie called her back suddenly.

She waved awkwardly at the stunned boys and walked over to Jamie, brows furrowed.

“What?”

His eyes were not on hers. He rubbed a finger absently under his nose, looking God knows where with startling intensity, as he replied with a mumbled, “Nothin’.”

And even as they walked farther, his head was darting in all directions at any sign of movement as far as she could tell.

Then, to their immediate left, she heard a girl laugh out loud and – despite Claire’s more logical mind – something cold and ugly turned in her stomach.

Jamie, historically, did not have wandering eyes but, was that not the very definition of what he was doing?

She didn’t mean to think it, but their tense silence as she laid down her beach towel only made it worse.

“Ye’re no’ going in the water?”

“In a bit, maybe,” she said, lying down on her stomach and resting her cheek on her crossed arms, trying to stop the mad turning of her brain.

“Ye alright?”

“Fine. You?” She hadn’t meant it to sound short, but his momentary silence told her she’d failed.

“Aye, fine,” he replied, sounding taken aback.

She chewed on her lip, deciding to say something right when she caught two pairs of legs approaching them – him – from the right.

“Um, excuse me?” One blonde and one with darker hair, both completely flushed. Claire pressed her forehead into her folded hands.

“Aye?” Jamie said pleasantly enough.

Claire could, even on a bad day, list a litany of his features and traits that could send most any girl with a beating heart into hysteria, just from a moment of his attentions. His natural, polite – goddamn – charm being first and foremost.

“W-we were um, we’re playing volleyball over there and were looking for a partner—I mean, extra player! If you’d like?”

There was a silence, long enough for Claire to peer one eye out at him, suddenly catching his eye staring right back.

Then, she saw something like profound understanding pass over him before shaking his head and turning back to the girls.

“Sorry lass,” he said, “I’d rather stay here wi’ my girlfriend, aye?”

“Oh!”

As if they’d just noticed Claire lying beside him.

“Hopefully, ye’ll find another player.”

Claire watched their legs retreat with dim satisfaction then nearly jumped out of her suit as his warm hand came to rest on her bare back.

He lay back and turned on his side to face her. She, with some reluctance, did the same.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“You don’t want to go play volleyball with those girl?” she said, pride stubbornly overriding all else. “Probably give them a heart attack.”

“And leave ye here wi’ all those men swarming around ye?” He scoffed, eyes turning a shade darker. “No’ likely.”

“Men?” She blinked dumbstruck. “What men?”

“What men, Sassenach?” he said, voice high with disbelief. “Those lads wi’ the Frisbee threw it straight at ye just so they could see ye bend over. And me standing no’ three feet from ye! I’ve been staring down near every lad panting after ye since we got here.”

Oh.

“Have ye any idea how ye look, Sassenach?”

Her humility took a sharp turn left.

“Wait, this is my fault?” She moved to rise to her knees, but his hand tightened at her waist, keeping her where she was.

“Nay,” he swore. “And that’s the hell of it, a nighean. Ye’re doing nothing but be yerself. It’s the men thinking ye’re theirs.”

The anger subsided, floored – theoretically – as she always was by his earnestness.

“You’re a man,” she said softly.

“Aye,” he conceded, “but…”

She raised her eyebrows at him, acutely aware of his large hand slowly opening up on the small of her back.

“But ye are mine,” he said in a rumble Claire remotely felt in her own stomach.

And somewhere a little further south.

“Hmph, you really are a man.”

Blood quickly rushed to her cheeks as she schooled her eyes on his, away from where she assumed his blood was running to.

“So you’re not going to play volleyball?”

He inched closer to her until their noses touched.

“Well, I can go play if ye like, and you can go play Frisbee, or…”

She gulped.

“Or?”

“Or,” he said definitively, delicately slipping his pinky under the waistband of her bikini bottom.

She gasped.

“Here?” she breathed against his lips. It would only take an inch, less than an inch.

“Anywhere,” he said, ragged.

Just one millimetre to close the gap.

“Truck. Now.”

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He pressed her into the side panel, lips sliding over each other, urgent and hungry, as he fumbled for the door.

His fingers were drumming against her bare middle as she wriggled in his arms. He heard the click of the door opening and pulled from her, panting.

“Inside.”

She wasted no time crawling in, waiting – practically buzzing – on the centre console for him to fall in after her and shut the door.

Then she pounced on him, long legs straddling his hips as she took his head in both hands and pulled his mouth back to hers. His hands skimmed up her body from her thighs to her back, taking hold of her thin bikini straps and yanking them down until the thin fabric fell between them.

“This bittie thing leaves little to the imagination, Sassenach,” he said in a gasp, feeling her heat through the flimsy bottoms. “Those men—”

She silenced him, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip.

“Those men can imagine all they like, you don’t—” she gasped as he cupped her breast, thumb swiping over her puckered nipple. “—d-don’t have to.”

He growled, capturing her lips again.

“Christ, I’ve wanted to tear this off ye since we got here.”

She hummed, grinding slowly into him until he groaned, his head falling into her shoulder.

“Yep,” she giggled, “you definitely are a man.”

“Aye, I am,” he said in a breath, fingers hooking into the sides of her bottoms.

She took his cue and eased back to shimmy out of her suit, giving him time to take care of his own shorts.

He sighed as his cock sprung free and Claire tutted her tongue.

“God, that must have hurt, love.”

“It did. Come here and fix it, will ye?”

Her smirk and her dark eyes, dripping gold, sent a shiver down his spine as she came to straddle his hips again.

“Ye’re mine, are ye no?” he said, pressing his fingers hard into her hips and gasping as she took hold of him.

“Yes,” she breathed, rubbing the head of his cock through her folds, coating him with the gathering moisture between her thighs.

“And every square inch—” He pushed into her and they moaned together. “—of you is mine, James Fraser.”

He answered her not with words, but by sinking his teeth into the juncture between neck and shoulder. He felt her reply in the clench of slick muscles around his cock as he sucked against the tight skin.

He would mark her. He loved her with his whole heart, and would profess his tender devotion on command, but today was different.

Today he would own her, possess her. And she would do the same.

She had one hand tangled in his hair and the other bracing herself on the roof of the truck as she rode him at a punishing pace. Their moans drowned out by the sound of wet flesh between them and the rhythmic creaks of the truck frame.

A tug at the back of his head, coupled with a lower, deeper, tug told him she was close.

He released her skin with a soft pop, lathing over the dark spot he’d left and peppering it with kisses lest he’d hurt her anymore than he’d meant to.

Those men had no earthly idea – and never would – of how earth-shatteringly rapturous it felt as she came apart in his arms. That last rush of moisture as she tightened around him and keened his name, drawing his own release from him like she was beckoning his soul to share in the pure bliss that sent her body arching into his.

This moment was his and his alone.

In the hazy aftermath, he held her tight to him until both of them stopped quaking, drawing absent-minded loops up and down her back.

“Sorry,” he said after awhile. He felt her laugh come out in a huff against his chest.

“You don’t have to apologize for that. Ever.”

He smiled, cupping her cheek to draw her eyes to his.

“Guess the heat got the better of us,” she said with a shrug, hand coming to hold his cheek too. “You know I love you, Jamie.”

“Aye,” he said softly, pressing his kips delicately to hers. “And I love you, my own.”

He paused, pulling from her suddenly to look down between them.

“Ach, but ye ken who willna love us nearly as much?”

Claire blinked and Jamie looked at her, grim with the forethought.

“Murtagh, when we give him his truck back.”

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sake-and-whiskey · 6 years

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‘Til We Meet Again’

My part in the ‘To Ashes McHanzo Fan Zine.’ Originally, I wrote three chapters for the zine, but due to space issues only the first one ended up being publishes. So now I’m sharing all three chapters on Ao3 for you all to enjoy! Check it out on Ao3 HERE and let me know what you think! Below I’ll be posting the first chapter, which was shared in the Zine, but all three chapters are in the Ao3 link above! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hanamura was a beautiful city, a perfect median of traditional Japan and the infrastructure of the modern era. Bustling streets and neon lights lived alongside ancient fences and hand-carved architecture, cherry blossom trees showering onto loose cobblestone paths that met up with busy highways. Massive skyscrapers glittered immaculately just beyond scenic mountain views, neighbored by classic castles, the apex of old meets new.

Japan had been successful as omnics had joined the workforce, workers that required no sleep and were easily exploitable with little to no legal rights, and funded a massive metropolis. The money that flooded into the country’s economy had begun to run dry as omnics began to fight for their rights, and in recent years the populus had struggled to find alternative means of income, turning to the black market in order to survive. In the wake of the depression, gangs had sprung up, old nobility dipping their hands into illegal dealings where money was mad, and building up massive empires that spread not only through Japan, but across the globe.

It was this underground economy that brought Jesse McCree, along with a select group of other Deadlock rebels, to the historic city. They had flown for eight hours on an economy-class hyperplane only to be immediately ushered into a car by a representative of their contact and delivered at a hotel that was far nicer than any Jesse had ever set foot in. There they had changed from their leathers and gang colors into finely pressed, though still cheap suits, to wait for the sleek black car that picked them up. An omnic driver with a faceplate like an ancient Japanese warrior’s mask opened and closed their doors for them before he pulled away towards Shimada Castle, a clear display of hospitality as much as dominance. The Deadlocks were a big name in New Mexico and the southwestern United States, but they had yet to go global. The higher ups were hoping that a business agreement with the lofty Shimada Clan in Hanamura would be what they needed to become an international powerhouse in the illegal arms dealing market. The negotiations had been set to take place in Hanamura, the base of the Shimada Clan’s operations, with a small group of Deadlock representatives assigned to complete negotiations in a week’s time.

McCree wasn’t a fan of the theatrics that big trade deals required. He would have much preferred to simply schedule a face-to-face meeting, power through negotiations, shake on it, and be on his way. The man had great disdain for the false smiles and compliments, the suits and ties and big-wig dinner meetings, the fancy cars picking them up to usher them about like school children. It was maddening, irritating, and downright showboating. Jesse was sure he would have liked the scenic views of the lofty castles and beautiful cherry blossom covered roads that passed by the car window under any other circumstance. Yet now the beauty was soiled, ruined by the fact he’d been forced to take off his hat, earrings, belt buckle, and all other personal effects, leather chaps discarded on the floor of the hotel room to be replaced by black dress pants that were far too constricting. He had barely managed to convince Tex, the leader of their small party, to let him wear his cowboy boots, which he had agreed upon so long as he took off the spurs - a compromise McCree had only begrudgingly agreed to. His bandana had been folded neatly and stuffed into his suit pocket, a flash of color on the otherwise unicolored outfit.

He listened to the chatter of his teammates, some gruff and irritated, others more cheery, excited at the prospect of this exotic and foreign new land. McCree wasn’t big on leaving the States. He was content in his small corner off the Southwest; the familiarity of the Santa Fe sun and soil was all he needed. A simple life for a simple man. Jesse was young, only seventeen years old, but gang life had forced his maturity, shedding his adolescence for the spoils that came from a life of crime. He’d always seen the Deadlocks ride past the trailer park like a pack of wolves, steel horses thundering as they rode glittering motorcycles, hooting and hollering, the epitome of cool. The Deadlocks were the closest to the old western movies his grandfather had played on the holovid, all sex appeal and grisly badassery. They were real badass motherfuckers, every boys dream. Bikes, guns, booze and money are very appealing to a poor boy living in a trailer park in the New Mexico desert. He had dropped his old life at the age of fourteen to run with the Deadlocks. The glamor had started to fade as he’d moved up in the ranks, but he was addicted to it at this point. Jesse McCree was a young punk trying to make a name for himself in a world that found him useful yet expendable, nothing more.

He didn’t bother to join the small talk, tuning out the low conversations in favor of taking in the scenery. The city was beautiful, certainly, seemingly lost in time, a bygone era living peacefully onward. A woman and an omnic dressed in long pastel kimono chattered happily on the cobblestone sidewalk, twirling umbrellas in their hands. Shops glittered with neon lights, street peddlers selling their wares. The air was crisp and the cherry blossom trees swayed in the wind, ever weeping their soft pink petals onto the ground. “Genetically enhanced,” the representative at the airport had told him with a fake smile, “bred to bloom year-round.” A beautiful lie, just like the rest of the city, he mused to himself. It tried its best to maintain an air of unassuming grace, but McCree saw right through the façade. He could make out the familiar shape of people in the alleyways, making exchanges, then parting as though nothing had happened, fish venders with long tattoos peeking from the wrists of their sleeves, a dirt covered boy in tattered clothes holding a cup, quietly begging for change. Some things were the same in every part of the world, he thought passively, poor people everywhere just trying to get by.

His silent ponderings came to an end when the car rolled to a stop in a dead end, suddenly aware of the massive wooden walls that had replaced the nearby buildings. A welcome party seemed to be set out, a beautiful well-dressed woman in a long dress stood as still as stone with a group of men in suits standing on either side, smile painted on her lips. The Deadlocks straightened at once, Tex whispering words of encouragement as they attempted to be presentable. Once again, the omnic driver stepped out and opened the door for them, and again Jesse resented it, but tipped his hat good-naturedly. If the omnic appreciated it, he gave no sign.

Once they stepped out of the car, McCree was painfully aware of how small they were, boxed in by the high walls. Two dragons were carved into the walls behind the welcome party, chasing after each other in a perfect circle. More theatrics. “Pretentious bullshit,” Jesse muttered to himself before the woman stepped towards them and he quickly plastered on his most charming smile.

“Gentlemen,” the woman said in a voice that was soft and warm as she gave a gentle bow, “Welcome to Hanamura. I hope your trip was a comfortable one.”

“Reckon it was, sweetheart,” Tex spoke up, stepping forward and returning the bow. Jesse was glad he was the leader on this trip. He didn’t know if he could stomach this level of horseshit and backhanded compliments. But the way Tex handled it all, cool cowboy saddling up with a smile and a wink, made it seem all too easy. It was inspirational. “Y’all made the trip mighty nice for us.”

The woman nodded quickly. “Of course. It is simply the courteous thing to do. You are our guests after all.”

“Yes indeed,” Tex agreed, “We got here fast as we could. We’re eager to start trade negotiations as soon as possible-”

“There is time for that,” the woman interrupted, smiling apologetically though her smile did not reach her eyes, “For now, we would like to give you a tour of the grounds, and then later the master of the grounds will meet with your main spokesman to discuss business. I hope that is acceptable.”

A murmur went up between the other Deadlock members, eyeing each other up incredulously. The man in charge wasn’t even there to greet them. A ballsy move, another display of dominance with a clear message. They were on Shimada time, not the other way around.

But Tex only nodded, smiling graciously. “Well then, we’ll gladly accept your hospitality. Lead the way, ma’am.”

Tex’s answer seemed to be the right one, because the woman’s smile grew, and she gave a sweeping gesture to the huge wooden gate behind her. “Gentlemen,” she said, bowing low once more, “Welcome to Shimada Castle.”

The great door gave a loud groan of protest as it was opened, massive walls sliding to reveal what they hid from prying eyes. Jesse felt his eyes widen in spite of himself, lips parting in surprise as Shimada Castle came into view. If Hanamura was the median of past and present, the castle was like stepping back in time. Cherry blossom trees hung low around ancient architecture, sand gardens bridging the gap between buildings with large stones strategically placed. Music played softly in the distance, though he couldn’t see where it came from, some twangy strings that whispered familiarity of home but still foreign as the rest of this land. Yet another welcoming party stood in the center of one of the nearby buildings, unfazed by the fantasy in which they stood.

One of his teammates whistled low and appreciatively, and Jesse agreed wholeheartedly as they all made their way inside the gates. One of the suited men in the first welcoming party ushered them along the path to the next building, and McCree absently nodded his thanks, still eyeing up the amazing scenery, catching a glimpse of even more castles in the distance. They were led through a beautiful courtyard into a huge hall, sweeping ceilings dimly lit. A lone scroll of calligraphy sat in the center, and Jesse looked up to see a massive mural of two dragons, one green, one blue, locked in a swirling embrace. The whole thing felt like a scene from a movie, a perfect fantasy hidden away behind closed doors. It was surreal, unlike anything he had ever seen.

“The meeting room is just past here.” Their guide’s voice brought Jesse back down to earth, ripping him from the fantasy with a soft yet firm tone. He glanced over to see her gesturing to a doorway past the scroll, ushering along Tex. “My superior has requested that only your top man be involved in the negotiations for privacy reasons, is that correct?”

Tex nodded assuredly, stepping forward. “That’s mighty fine. But what exactly are my companions here meant to do while we discuss?”

The woman offered a tight lipped smile, gesturing to the entrance whence they’d come. “They are free to wander the courtyard and surrounding gardens as they see fit. Shimada Castle is under constant surveillance, so they will be escorted from any private areas and returned back here once the negotiations are complete.”

A murmur passed through the Deadlock members as they glanced at each other. To let them wander around the castle unattended was a bold move, but a show of power all the same. ‘Constant surveillance,’ Jesse mused. There were men in suits stationed periodically around the complex, and no telling how many cameras were hidden, recording their every move. It was a polite way of telling them they were being watched, a gentle threat to dare to try something.

But Tex only nodded again, running a hand through his greasy hair. “You heard the lady, gents. Take a gander around, enjoy the sites. I’ll see y’all in a bit.”

The woman bowed to the group once more before turning, Tex following close behind up a small flight of stairs until the two rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.

The remaining gang members exchanged small talk and basic conversation before deciding it really would be best to split up and explore. It was the chance of a lifetime, and they could potentially gather valuable intel. Plus, after being openly invited to enjoy the complex, it would be extremely disrespectful not to. So after a few minutes of deliberation they broke up and Jesse McCree wandered off on his own.

He took the route to the east of the great hall, wandering across bridges and beneath ancient pathways, through cobblestone twists and turns. Occasionally he would pass someone, like a group of servants or one of the many suited men. They would bow politely in passing, and he would reach to tip his hat, only to realise it wasn’t there and card his hand through his hair instead, nodding quickly.

He lost himself in thought as he walked, cherry blossom petals falling and getting trapped in the wiry locks of his dark hair, a splash of color like the bandana stuffed in his pocket. Up, up, up he went, taking flight after flight of stone steps, from one level, across platforms, to the next level, mindlessly wandering. It was rare he was given the opportunity to simply explore. Despite the promise of freedom he had joined for, Deadlock kept its members on tight leashes. Time fell away as he walked, mind on nothing and everything at once. His drifter blood kept him going, wandering without a care until he reached the final steps, stopping short when he realized he had made it to the top of a tower, and could see the entire expanse of Shimada Castle and the surrounding city.

It was as breathtaking as it had been when the gates had opened, but magnified by a thousand. The castle was bright, pinks and greens a stark contrast from the urbanization of the city just outside its walls. It was as beautiful as the sunrise in the desert, the view of New Mexico that had made him fall for the drifter’s life in the first place, he thought with a smile. So different from where he was from, and yet, just the same. Little similarities drawing him in and making him fall in love with the sight.

“Just like home.” He sighed contentedly, drinking in the view.

“Is that so?” A voice came from behind him, ripping him from his revelry. He whipped around, instinctively reaching towards his belt for a pistol that wasn’t there, flustered, before stopping short.

The man who stood there put the view to shame, and Jesse burned the sight into his mind. His dark eyes bored into McCree’s, striking as his proud features. Strong jaw, sharp nose, amused smirk, brow cocked in amusement. Long hair that spilled over his shoulders, framing his regal face. Arms folded over his chest, loose clothing hanging in beautiful blues from his arms and down his body. Masculine, powerful, radiating strength. In his short life, McCree had never seen any real person so stunning, and he doubted he ever would again.

A beat passed, and the man chuckled, cocking his head. “Do you not speak English? I had thought that was the language of America.”

Again McCree was ripped back to reality, but this time he was prepared, regaining his composure quickly. “Oh I speak English fine, thank ya kindly.”

The beautiful stranger smiled approvingly, though it looked more coy than anything else. “Well isn’t that fortunate. You are a member of the Deadlock negotiations party, are you not?”

McCree nodded, shooting back a grin of his own. “Sure am. What gave it away?”

The man chuckled, eyes warming. The sound was beautiful, rolling like brass, and sent chills down McCree’s spine. “I have been summoned to return you to the hall. Negotiations have been completed, so your visit to Shimada Castle is coming to an end.”

At this Jesse straightened, face screwing up in confusion. “Already? They finished negotiations that fast?”

A hesitation as the man raised an eyebrow, measuring his words before responding. “It has been well over two hours. There was not much to discuss. Agreements have been made, and it is time for you to return to America.”

McCree recoiled in surprise. Over two hours? He really had lost track of time. But he didn’t have long to muse over it, as the stranger began to turn away, motioning for him to follow. “Shall we go? It is best we don’t leave your companions waiting.”

“Ah, right,” Jesse said quickly, and gave one last look out over the city, the castle, the perfect fantasy of Hanamura, before following behind the stranger.

The two walked in silence for a good part of the journey back to the gate, though Jesse was consumed by his thought. Specifically on the beautiful stranger, the way he walked like a god among men, the way his hair fluttered softly in the gentle breeze. Every time they passed someone, they would bow deeply, much more than they had when McCree had been on his own, and the man would wave them off politely but dismissively. Jesse wanted to ask why, but was in no rush to cause an issue on his way out of the palace. So instead he decided silence was best and walked quietly, enjoying the scenery and the sway of the perfect stranger’s hips.

The silence was broken just as the top of the great hall came into view, the stranger turning to him with a look of serious concentration on his face. “You never gave me an answer,” he said sharply.

McCree cocked a brow, tilting his head in confusion. “Uh. Come again?”

“I asked you how Hanamura was just like your home, like you said up on the tower.”

Realization hit him and he laughed, nodding. “Oh yeah, suppose you did, huh? Well, it ain’t anything serious. Just…”

“Tell me,” the man asked, voice softer this time.

“Well,” McCree hesitated a moment before locking eyes with the man, “It’s just a feeling. A feeling of lookin’ around and seein’ what true beauty is. Bein’ alone, hidden away from all life’s problems, and just enjoying what you see. It feels like you got the whole world at your fingertips, like nothin’ matters but you and the view. I’ve only ever felt like that in two places, and that’s Hanamura and back home.”

The man seemed to consider his words before offering up a warm smile. “That sounds like a wonderful feeling. To know true beauty.”

McCree saw the opportunity and took it, smiling slyly. “Well I coulda told you a thing or two about true beauty after seein’ your face, darlin’.”

The man scoffed, then snorted, then broke out into a laugh once more, that same brassy sound that had given Jesse chills earlier, and did so again. He wanted to say something more, to hear that rich voice and that ringing laugh, but the two had reached the entrance to the hall. He could see his teammates gathered in the center and felt his heart grow heavy, disappointed he didn’t have more time. When his eyes met the strangers, he could see a disappointment reflecting his own painted on his features.

“Here you are. I hope you enjoyed your visit to Shimada Castle, Mister…” His voice trailed off.

“McCree. Jesse McCree.” He smiled weakly.

“Jesse McCree,” the man repeated, and Jesse felt a spark shoot down his spine at the sound of his name on the other’s voice.

“Aye Jesse! You ready yet?” a voice called, breaking the two from the other’s gaze.

“You should be going,” the man said quickly, turning away. “I hope you have a safe journey home.” He quickly moved to walk past Jesse, but the gunslinger moved, grabbing his arm gently. Their eyes locked, burning for a moment where time stopped and all that existed was the two of them.

“Wait, what about you? What’s your name?” he asked in a low voice, heart beating wildly in his chest.

There was a moment of silence before the stranger pulled himself from McCree’s grip, taking a step back, steadying himself. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, hesitated, before finally he spoke.

“Hanzo,” he said, voice barely above a low whisper. His eyes lost their fire, and for a moment he looked pained before turning away, muttering, “Remember this moment, Jesse McCree. Do not forget the beauty you found here.”

And with that, Hanzo darted off.

“I won’t,” Jesse whispered roughly, heart full of longing as he stood for a moment, head a whirlwind of emotion, before he shook his head, sighed, and headed back towards his companions in the center of the great hall to begin the journey home.

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rosewilliams1736 · 7 years

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You Scared Me

Alex scanned the busy airport, taking note of the exits and looking for any potential threats. A persistent clicking sound drew her attention and she turned to see Kara, who was latching and unlatching the buckle on her suitcase. Alex placed her hand softly on top of Kara’s to stop the movement. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Rao knows that neither of us are big fans of airplanes.”

Kara shook her head rapidly. “No. We need to do this. I can’t remember the last time we went on vacation and I think that spending some time away from National City will be good for everyone. Clark and J’onn have the city covered incase something happens when we’re gone. Besides, when was the last time you went surfing?”

Alex was quiet for a moment as she pondered the question. “I honestly couldn’t tell you, but it has been way too long.” She grinned and bumped into Kara with her shoulder. “You’ve got to be looking forward to spending the weekend in the sun with your girlfriend and getting to enjoy all of it.”

Kara’s face flushed and she ducked her head away. “Alex! We are in public.” When she looked up again, she was wearing a bright smile. “It will be kind of fun going on vacation without my powers though. I never thought I’d say this, but thank Cadmus for that.”

***

Kara pulled her phone out of her pocket and shot off a quick text to Lena while Alex stowed away their carry on luggage.

We are about to take off, I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you! <3

Alex sat down and sent a similar text to Maggie. When she was done and both phones were on airplane mode, the girls relaxed back into their seats.

“I really wish that they could have flown out with us.” Kara said through a pout.

“I know, but Maggie needed to be in court and Lena couldn’t miss her board meeting. We’ll see them soon enough.”

Kara nodded and looked out her window, watching the ground as the plane took off and grumpily thinking about how much faster she could have gotten to Hawaii if she was able to fly herself there.

***

An hour into the flight, Kara had fallen asleep with her head up against the window and her mouth open. Alex had to keep herself from laughing at the line of drool that was slowly sliding down her chin. Kara had every right to be tired, everyone on team Supergirl did. No one had gotten much sleep the past week because they had been engaged in a seemingly never ending battle with Cadmus that had ended with Kara blowing out her powers while taking down an army of Lex’s war suits and Alex firing a bullet through Lillian Luthor’s heart.

Alex took one last look at Kara before standing up and making her way to the bathroom. The small space sent shivers up her spine and she had to close her eyes for a moment upon entering to calmly remind herself where she was and that, for the time being at least, she was safe. Still, she went about her business as quickly as possible in an attempt to get out of the room as soon as possible.

She was about to toss her used paper towel into the trashcan when a few strange objects caught her eye. She pulled a pair of exam gloves from her pocket, pausing briefly to think about how Kara had told her that there would be no need for them on their beach vacation, before slipping them on and picking through the trash.

She stood up and laid the items out on the small counter. There were several wires and an empty cardboard roll that would have previously held duct tape. The roll could have been explained in any number of ways, but the wires were too suspicious to ignore.

Alex began to thoroughly exam the bathroom, keeping an eye out for anything even slightly out of place. It took her less than a minute to find a pocket sized bomb duct taped to the small gap between the sink and the floor. The timer on the device indicated that it had less than ten minutes before it was to detonate.

“Why can’t I have just one normal plane ride?” She asked the empty compartment. “Just one, that’s all I’m asking for.”

Not wanting to move the explosive any closer to the passengers, she put it back where she found it and hustled back to her seat.

Kara was still asleep when she sat back down. Alex shook her and Kara groaned. “No kale. Please, kryptonite would hurt me less than having to eat that.” She mumbled.

Alex tried again, this time more aggressively. “Kara. Wake. Up.” She said in time with her shakes.

Kara sat up and looked stunned for a second before reaching up and wiping the drool off her chin. “Ugh, you could have warned me.”

“Now is not the time Kara.” Alex said through clenched teeth.

Kara’s eyes widened and she leaned in close to Alex, far too familiar with her tone than she would have liked to be. “What happened?”

Alex moved so that she could whisper in Kara’s ear. “Some asshole managed to smuggle all of the parts of a bomb onto this plane and then assemble it in the bathroom. We have less than ten minutes to get it defused.”

Kara bit her cheek. “That’s not a lot of time. Do you think you can get it done in time?”

Alex shook her head. “I can’t say for sure, I didn’t get a good look at it. I need you to think of a way to get the passengers as far away from the area as possible and try and figure out who the bomber is. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes. Go.” Kara pushed Alex out of her seat and moved so that she could get a good view of the plane.

It took longer than she would have liked, but after scanning the area with her frustratingly human eyesight, she spotted a young man who was seated toward the front of the plane. He seemed to be having a hard time sitting still and he kept looking around frantically as if he were just waiting for someone to catch him. She took note of his seat number and then moved onto the second part of her task. She stood up and shouted. “Oh my gosh, Ryan Reynolds is sitting in the front row!”

Everyone began to look around and speak at the same time before moving in a wave toward the front of the plane. Kara ran to the bathroom. When she pulled the door open, she heard a very concerning “Shit” come from under the sink.

“Did you get everyone up to the front?” Alex asked breathlessly as her hands flew around the explosive device.

“Yeah, I take it that that isn’t going well?”

Alex shook her head. “I triggered a backup defense, we have less than a minute now.”

Kara didn’t respond. Instead, she ran back to her seat and returned mere seconds later with her cape in hand. Alex stood up and walked over to her, still holding the bomb. “Kara, what are you doing?”

Kara grabbed Alex by her shoulder with one hand and the bomb with the other before pushing her sister out of the small room and slamming the door. “Kara!” Alex yelled, banging and pulling on the door. “Kara! Get out of there! Please!”

Kara tried her best to tune out her sister’s pleas as she wrapped the bomb in her cape and then bent over it, holding the bomb as close to her chest as possible.

Alex continued banging on the door until she heard a popping sound and felt the smallest of tremors under her feet. She felt the door opening from the inside and stepped back without giving it a second thought. Kara stepped out, covered head to toe in soot with her hair in a blown back mess, but with a smile on her face.

“Turns out a bomb threatening two hundred people, one of which being my sister, is enough to kick my powers into gear.”

Alex stared at her in awe for a moment before pushing her back into the bathroom and closing the door behind them. “Kara Zor-el Danvers, you did not just use yourself as a Kryptonian shield.”

Kara looked down at the cape that was still wrapped up in her arms.

Alex lifted her chin so that they were making eye contact. “Kara.” Her voice softened. “One of these days you are going to give me a heart attack.”

Kara rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. “Yeah, I really need to work on that. Sorry.”

Alex pulled her into a hug that would have been painful to any human. “You scared me.” She whispered.

Kara rubbed her hand up and down Alex’s back. “I know.”

***

Alex and the on-flight Air Marshal, who had quite literally fallen asleep on the job, arranged for attempted bomber to be moved to a seat in the back where Alex could keep a close eye on him. By the time they reached the nearest airport, he had told Alex that his girlfriend used to be a flight attendant for the airline but had died due to medical condition that she was unaware of, but the airline knew about because of a recent physical but decided to ignore because they were understaffed.

It took time to get the man to the appropriate authorities once they touched down, and when they were done, Maggie was waiting for both Kara and Alex in her cruiser.

“So, I get the feeling that you guys would rather not fly to Hawaii.” Maggie said casually as the girls approached.

“Understatement of the century.” Alex said as she walked up to her girlfriend and pulled her into a tight hug before giving her a chaste kiss.

“I think I would be better off with a nice staycation. National City is sounding really nice for once.”

Maggie chuckled and opened the door for Alex. “See you at home then?”

Kara spun into her suit in an instant and nodded. “I’ll pick up some food on my way back. Let’s all meet up at my place.” Kara said, turning and preparing to take off.

“Sounds perfect.” Maggie said as she closed Alex’s door. “And Kara,” Kara moved to face Maggie. “Thank you for keeping Alex safe. I know that you would never not, but every time she comes back to me after a day like today, I feel like I need to thank you.”

Kara walked over and pulled Maggie into a warm hug. “I will always bring her back to you.”

Danvers Sisters’ Week Day 5: Badass sisters

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A new short story I wrote called “The Challenge”. Hope you enjoy it!

Waking up in the dark was not how I imagined starting my day. I felt around me and felt the cool metal around my ankle. I pulled at it and felt the metal close in. I followed the iron to a wall and pulled at it. Nothing. I pulled at the metal again and the lights flickered to life. I squinted at the harsh light and looked around. I noticed the shackle around my ankle and the metal that was connected to the wall. The room was a clean white and the floor was a dull grey. I pulled myself up along the wall and made myself stand up. My head throbbed and my stomach hurt. I felt my head and felt a giant bump on the back of my skull. Touching it made the spot feel worse. Suddenly, a wall flickered to life and a man with grey hair appeared on the screen.

“Prisoner 109 I am here to inform you of your chance at freedom,” he said, “You have been chosen to participate in a security check. For every checkpoint you pass one person from your party will go free. You have the choice on whether it is a friend or family member. However, you must note that anyone you do not choose must stay and serve their life sentence. Remember, it is your crime that put them here and your good actions can get them out. If you do not complete the course you will be brought back to finish your life sentence, no matter how injured you are. Good luck prisoner 109.”

The screen died and the wall returned. My shackle suddenly came off and the door opened. On my wrist a tattoo counted down from thirty counting the minutes and seconds. I ran towards the darkness outside of the door and waited for the lights to turn on. I heard ticking in the distance and I hesitantly walked forward. Nothing happened as I walked.

“Is anyone in here!” a voice yelled.

“I am!” I responded, “Where are you?”

“I’m up ah-” the voice suddenly stopped and in the distance I saw a burst of orange and a magnificent heat.

A loud bang filled the air and I flew to the start. Soon the room was engulfed by what I can only assume were bombs going off. The ticking in the room dulled and I could only hear a few small ticks. I got back up and walked forward again. The clock on my wrist said 29:20 and I could tell that this was far from being over. The ticking became louder as I walked forward and soon there was ticking all around me. I got down on my knees and tried to hear where the ticking was coming from. I could tell it was very close to me and I wanted to beg for them to let me go back to my cell. I just uttered a quiet prayer and stepped forward. Nothing happened and I continued to move. Clink. My foot hit something and I could feel my stomach drop. I carefully lifted my foot back up and continued to walk. Finally, I stopped hearing ticking and I saw a light come up. I reached a platform and waited for the door to open.

“Thank you for finding that bug, 109,” the man said, “You finished with twenty-eight minutes remaining. You may choose who to save.” Suddenly two women appeared, and my stomach dropped when I saw who it was, “Your grandmother or your sister. Only one can be saved. Do you really want dear old Grandma to die in prison? Do you want your sister to live the life of a prisoner? It’s all up to you.”

He gave me a twisted smile before the screen turned off. I looked at my sweet little sister and my wise grandmother. Tears were streaming down my sisters face and my grandmother pointed a shaking finger at my sister. I knew what I had to do. My grandmother didn’t deserve to die here just because I made a mistake. My sister didn’t deserve to live in prison though. Sure, sometimes my sister was annoying but I still loved her. My grandmother had always been there for me though, meanwhile my sister had tried to stop me from commiting my crime. That’s when I noticed that the clock was still ticking. I now had twenty-seven minutes. I could stand here all day and fight for both of these important women.

“I’ve made my decision,” I said.

“And?” the man responded.

“My grandmother,” I said.

“Good decision,” the man said, both women were screaming for me to reconsider but I had already made my choice, “You may proceed when you are ready.”

I gave my sister an apology before her screen turned off. My grandmother’s screen was still on and she was staring at me.

“How could you?” she asked, “Why didn’t you choose your sister?”

“She might have a chance someday,” I said, not looking her in the eye, “I want you to die in peace. You don’t deserve to die in a prison.”

My grandmother went to say something but I walked through the door to the next challenge, I couldn’t stand to look her in the eye anymore. This room was dark and I started walking. After my first step the lights came on and the floor began to flood with sand. The sand rose to my ankles quickly and I wasn’t able to move. I tried in vain to move and I only succeeded in sliding forward a little bit. I was going to drown if I wasn’t careful.

“Turn it off,” I screamed, “You're going to kill me!”

Nothing happened and the sand continued rising. It was up to my throat and I was sure I was going to drown. Sand began to fill my mouth when it finally began receding. I could feel myself being pulled down with it. Suddenly, something slid past my leg. I grabbed my leg and looked into the sand. It was nothing, just a figment of my imagination. I began walking backwards in the sand and found that it helped me get out. When I was nearly out something grabbed my leg and pulled me down. I kicked at it and it slowly showed itself. The top of its head was white and it had three large red eyes. It had webbed fingers and it had long fingernails. It screamed at me and pulled me back down. I kicked it in the eye and it let me go. Finally I ran through the room to the safety of the platform.

The sand had finished receding and all there was was a gap in the floor. I heard the thing scream as it drowned in sand. The screen flickered for a few moments before it turned on. The man seemed surprised that I had made it out of the room. I looked at my arm, 23:20 was written in red. Had it really been that long? It felt like the time had flown by.

“109,” he said, “I’m surprised to see you. I was hoping that that would be the end of our little game. Maybe we can have a proper chat when you get up here, hm?” He laughed. “Although this next room isn’t close to as fair as the other two. Now for your prize.” Two screens lit up. “Your mother or your wife. Your mother who gave you life or your wife who gives you the reason to continue life. Both of them deserve to go free but only one can. You choose who stays and who goes so take your time thinking.”

I looked at my beautiful wife who had tears streaming down her face. Had she not been good and faithful all these years? Didn’t she deserve to go free? Then I looked at my mother, the one person who completely understood me. She looked terrified and was holding up her hand. I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I was forced to choose between the two of them. What would happen if I set my wife free? If I lost then she would move on without me, I would just be another bad part of her past. If I won and left her behind then she would be the only person that could take care of our baby girl. What about my mom? Either way she wouldn’t talk to me. She’d be disappointed in me whichever way I went. I wasn’t sure what to do and time was running out. The only thing that made me choose was my wife pointing to my mother. My mother shook her head but I pointed to her.

“No!” she said, “She needs to go free, not me. You’re making a huge mistake!”

My wife nodded her head and the screen died. My mother’s disappointed face came through clearly on the screen. It looked like she wanted to call me an idiot but she was holding it back. She knew she was going free so there was no need to be mean to me. Eventually, she nodded to me and told me to go through the door. I checked my wrist and it said 20:00. I can’t believe I wasted three minutes making my decision.

I walked through the door and entered the new room. This room was bathed in red light and there were multiple machines humming in the room. I waited to see if the man would give me more insight before stepping forward. The machines aimed at me and I heard them give off a click. I began to run and the machines shot bullets at me. My heart pounded as my feet hit the ground and the bullets whizzed by my head. This was easy enough, just avoid the bullets and make it to the end. That’s when I noticed the mud traps that were coming up. It was impossible to avoid them and I ran right into them. I tried to pull my feet out of the trap but to no avail. I tried to pull myself out and I finally freed myself. I felt a sting on my arm and noticed the amount of blood pouring out. I didn’t pay any attention to it and continued running. I almost made it to the door before a mist surrounded me. The mist smelled like burnt flour and it made my muscles buzz. Soon enough I was on the floor and I couldn’t feel my limbs. I found myself unable to move and laid uselessly on the floor. When the ability to move returned to my limbs, I dragged myself to the door.

The door didn’t open immediately though and I stood confused as the machines powered off. The screen buzzed to life and I saw the man with his head in his hands. He looked aggravated that I had passed three of his tests.

“Didn’t last long enough,” he said, “I thought we had it this time. You’re lucky 109, not many people found that bug in time. Now for your prize, the choice between two babies. Either your own flesh and blood or your friend's child. Choose carefully.”

The two screens came alive and I saw the two babies being held by guards. The problem was that they were both my flesh and blood. That was why I was in prison anyway, because of my infidelity. The only reason they put my wife in here was because she wouldn’t leave me. Both of my babies were quietly sleeping, content in the arms of the guards. I wanted to free them both so badly, but I could only help one. Growing up in prison would be the worst thing for them. I guess I had to take into account which one I thought would grow up best out of here. I pointed to my wife’s baby and watched the guard take my friend’s baby. Tears started streaming down my face as the man returned to the screen.

“Good choice 109,” he said, “The baby will be given to your mother. Now then, this is the last room, but it’s also the most perilous. Here you will be surrounded by your greatest enemies. Here your fears become reality. Rest assured 109, this will not be an easy challenge.”

“I’m ready,” I said, “No matter what the challenge.”

“That’s what you think,” he said, “Keep in mind everything in here will try to kill you, no matter how innocent it looks. Good luck 109.”

He nodded his head at me and the screen shut off. I headed into the next room and immediately felt hot. It appeared that this room hid a jungle. In the middle of the large room was a stack of weapons and a few provisions. I checked my arm and saw that I had ten minutes. I hoped that that would be enough time to navigate to the next room. I heard birds whistling in the distance and looked to see where they were. That’s when I saw the little purple birds flying around the room.

I took my first step and attempted to see where the door was. This jungle was so thick that I soon became lost. I kept going forward and looked around. Other than being lost in the jungle this room wasn’t too difficult. That’s when I saw a flash of yellow. I looked around and noticed the bushes seemed to be getting closer to me. No, they were definitely getting closer. I saw eyes peering out of slits in the costume and I didn’t stick around long enough to see what it was. I ran into the dense jungle and went towards the middle of the room.

In the middle of the room I grabbed two spears and prepared myself in case anything snuck up on me. Suddenly, I heard crying. I recognized the cries to be that of my baby and I screamed for them to stop.

“Where are you?” a woman screamed.

“In the middle,” I screamed back, “Are you hurt?”

“No I’m not,” she screamed, “But you better watch out for those bushes!”

“Okay,” I said, “Tell me when you're close.”

“Okay,” she said.

Soon I was joined by a blonde woman who was wearing a brown sweater and skinny jeans. She was wearing combat boots, and her nails were painted blood red. She grabbed a bow and arrow and aimed at the bushes.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Damien,” I said, “What’s yours?”

“Rebecca,” she responded, “Do you know the way out of here?”

“No,” I admitted, "I’m lost. Do you have any idea which way is north?”

“No,” she said, “How long do you have left?”

I looked at my arm and saw that I had five minutes left. I screamed the number to her and she told me that she had two minutes left. We decided to just start walking the way we thought was north. Rebecca pointed at the screen when we could see it and we walked towards it. We kept an eye on all of the bushes as we walked. Suddenly, I lost sight of Rebecca. I looked around for her and screamed her name. She didn’t respond to me and I assumed that she had been taken by the bushes. I looked down at my arm and saw that I had four minutes, which meant that Rebecca had a minute. I made one last call before continuing on my own.

“You left me,” Rebecca’s voice said, “Why did you leave me?”

“Rebecca?” I said, “Where are you?”

“I’m out of time anyway,” she said, “Go on without me.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I said, “We’ll get out of this.”

I looked for Rebecca and found her crying behind a tree. I grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the screen. We were so close to the end and I had one minute left. I felt a cut on my arm and looked back to see Rebecca holding up her bow and aiming at my heart. I gave her a confused look before running towards the door. Had she been what the man had warned me about? I looked back to see the crazed look in her eyes and raised my spear. I threw one at her and it stuck into her chest. She didn’t stop though, and she continued aiming at me. I threw my other spear and it stuck into her leg but she limped on. I screamed and ran to the door. I banged on it for them to open it but the damn thing wouldn’t open. Rebecca shot an arrow at me and missed so I ran towards her. I grabbed the spear from her chest and stabbed her. Warm blood sprayed my face as I stabbed and stabbed. Eventually she fell to the ground and the door opened.

On the other side of the door was a white room which reminded me of my cell. A screen came to life and the man stared at me incredulously and clapped slowly. My mother, grandmother and baby were all waiting for me. I took my child into my arms and cradled her.

“Well done 109,” the man said, “You may leave with your family now.”

“What will happen to everyone else?” I asked.

“That reminds me 109,” the man suddenly remembered something, “Your whole family gets to leave because you stopped that other woman from coming through. Her family was surprised when you killed her. They will be joining you on the way out by the way. But when I say your family is coming with you, I mean everybody that came in with you. Even your friends. Congratulations 109.”

A door opened and my family stepped out. My wife hugged my neck and my other baby smiled up at me. Then I noticed the other people, there were two women both in their 90’s. They appeared to be sad but told me congratulations as they waited to be released. They reminded me of Rebecca and I didn’t say anything to them as we left. What could I say? I could say that I was sorry that Rebecca was a traitor, although that wouldn't have been appropriate given the situation. All I did was grab my wife's hand and walk out into the warm sunlight.

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babyshawwn · 7 years

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Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)

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Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

It had been quite a rough day for Shawn, he’d flown back home late yesterday and the entire day today, had been spend in the studio working on new music with Geoff.

Actually, Shawn wasn’t even supposed to be home, but he wanted to see y/n so badly, he’d made some changes to make it work.

It didn’t matter to him, though. Just the thought of seeing y/n’s rather shy – maybe even a little awkward – smile and those loving, deep eyes, they made every single change worth it.

Gosh, Shawn could really just look at her forever without ever getting tired of her beauty. It wasn’t because y/n was drop dead gorgeous, she was actually rather ordinarily beautiful, but on the inside, she was the most fascinating and stunning creature, Shawn had ever experienced in his entire life.

One day, she just suddenly passed him by on the street and he’d been hooked ever since.

The reason Shawn had flown in was because of Valentine’s Day and though y/n said it wasn’t a big deal, he knew she was lying. He could always tell when she was.

And today, Shawn had big plans, very big plans. Just thinking about it made butterflies grow in Shawn’s stomach, forcing a smile to appear on his pinkish lips.

Shawn dropped his shoes down at the floor, before pulling his headphones blasting noisily off.

“Love?” he called out, letting his fingers run through his hair.

Normally, she would meet him impatiently in the hallway, hugging him the moment he stepped through the door – it had always been Shawn’s favourite part of the day - the fact that she would miss him so much, even if they’d seen each other just hours ago – but today she didn’t.

Thinking about it, Shawn felt lucky to have her; He knew no other girl would ever love him, like y/n did and he didn’t want it any other way.

She had always been there, at his very highs, but surely also at his very lows. When he was feeling good and when he was feeling crappy. She was always there.

“Darling, aren’t you home?” Shawn called out again, licking his lips.

“In the bedroom” a low, sore voice answered.

Shawn walked towards the bedroom, softly pushing the door open. When he walked in, he saw y/n lying in the bed with two blankets surrounding her, cuddled into her pillow. Her face was pail, her lips dry and her eyes looked awfully tired.

“Oh darling, you don’t look too good” Shawn worried about her. He sat down on the bedside next to her, sending her a warm and affectionate smile.

“I think I might be sick” she mumbled, still with a very low voice. Shawn figured her throat might hurt too much to speak any louder.

“You think?” Shawn teased her, sending her a little smile. She had enough energy to roll her eyes at him, but that’s about it.

“Let me just feel your forehead for a sec” Shawn said, titling his head to look at her properly.

Softly, Shawn let his hand rest on y/n burning forehead, pressing his palm against her, with his other hand, he gently stroke her damp, flushing cheek.

It left chills on y/n’s body, but she couldn’t figure out if it was simply because of her illness or just the usual power Shawn had over her.

“You’re burning up”

“It’s okay, though. I don’t think it’s serious, I just feel terrible about you flying home and then I have to go and screw our one night together up”

“Hey, don’t worry about it love. I still get to spend time with you, that’s all that matters” Shawn said, planting a tender kiss on her feverish forehead.

She closed her eyes, enjoying his cold lips, cooling down her heated body. Shawn pulled off his jacket, before crawling up in bed next to y/n.

She put the blanket over Shawn as well, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

“Shawn, you’ll just get sick too”

“I’ll take the chance” he laughed, kissing her nose tip fondly.

She couldn’t stop the tiny smile that painted itself on her lips rather quickly. When y/n was lying here, she could feel Shawn’s heart beat heavily against her back.

She loved the sound of this, because Shawn had always told her, that his heart beaded just for her and it would always make this warm, tickly feeling rush to her cheeks.

She remembered the day Shawn had told her that for the first time, it was the same day, she’d been lucky enough to call him her boyfriend.

She hadn’t actually been looking for a boyfriend, she was perfectly happy on her own, but when she met Shawn, he just swiped her feet of the ground and there was no going back after that.

She was all in, she would probably always be all in. Not that she cared much though. If it was left up to her, they would spend every single day together for the rest of their life.

Shawn kissed her burning cheeks once again, as he intertwined his warm palms around her cold fingers. He caressed her hands gently, trying to get some warmth in them.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby” Shawn whispered into her hair, once again leaving her body trembling. She smiled widely, cuddling herself even closer into his friendly chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Shawn. I hope you hadn’t planned anything major” she said, biting her lip.

She felt rather bad, she knew Shawn had flown home only to celebrate this day with her, but it wasn’t exactly her fault she got sick.

Her gaze found Shawn’s and he sent her one of his familiar, breath taking smiles, before shaking his head lightly, letting his thumb slide across her burning lips.

It was a lie, though. Shawn had been planning this day for a while now, but watching y/n this sick, he knew it wasn’t going to happen. She was too sick to leave the house and Shawn didn’t want to make it any worse.

He didn’t like seeing her like this; so drained of energy.

“It’s okay, love. We’ll do it another day”

“Are you sure? I feel so bad for ruining everything…” she muttered, nervously letting her fingertip strive in circles around Shawn’s black t-shirt.

She felt bad, she really did and Shawn would tell. Gently, his thumb grabbed around her chin and he lifted up her head so their eyes could meet properly.

“It’s not your fault you’re sick, darling. Don’t worry” he calmed, licking his pink lips.

She sighted, before burying her head into Shawn’s chest. Shawn let his fingertip play a little with y/n’s ear, before he closed the tiny gap between their lips.

Shawn could feel just how heartfelt they still were, but he didn’t mind it. Shawn had always like the warm feeling y/n always gave him, whether it was from a kiss, a hug, meaningful words or her love.

Shawn almost sucked all air out of her lungs, leaving her struggling to breathe normally. He usually had that effect on her, but she couldn’t tell if he truly knew.

When Shawn broke the kiss, he let his forehead rest against hers, sending her a wide smile. Sometimes Shawn couldn’t help but think, that maybe he was truly the luckiest guy on earth.

It wasn’t just anyone, who would be able to deal with his lifestyle and accept it fully, but y/n did and she always had.

It made Shawn wonder, that maybe his surprise didn’t have to be called off after all, maybe it wasn’t ruined completely. If y/n couldn’t make it to the surprise, maybe the surprise could come to her?

Yes, that might actually work. He just needed a little help from Geoff. A smile crossed his lips, shortly after making him giggle childishly.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, seeing the massive excitement grow on Shawn’s face. Shawn placed a couple of quick, but very tender kisses on her lips, before shaking his head at her.

“Nothing love”

“Honestly, you’re such a massive dork sometimes” she laughed, making Shawn stick out his tongue at her. He let his fingers run through her damp hair, kissing her forehead once again.

“Why don’t you get some rest? Sleep is really the only thing that’s going to help”

“Yeah, you’re probably right” she agreed.

Shawn crawled out of bed, before he wrapped the blanket around y/n so she wouldn’t get cold. He hurried to pick up a bottle of water and some painkillers, before putting it down on the bedside table.

“Get better soon, baby. Love you” Shawn said, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Love you more” she whispered back sorely. He turned off the light before silently closing the door to the bedroom.

She would probably be sleeping for some time after taking the painkillers, Shawn figured it would give him about four hours to work with. He could make this happen, he really needed to make this happen.

Shawn grabbed his phone, dialling Geoff’s number and pressing down the green button.

“Geoff, I need your help dude”

When y/n woke up, she felt her sore throat screaming for water to cool her down. Slowly, she pushed herself up on her elbows, before swinging her feet to the floor.

Her body ached when she rose and walked out the bedroom. She swayed towards the living room, rubbing her sore eyes, as she heard small unfamiliar noises from the living room.

Her head was hurting, actually, her entire body was hurting and heavy. Fucking sickness, who on earth created something like that?

She’d put on one of Shawn’s hoodies, which left that mango sense in her nose. The reason y/n always stole his hoodies, was because they smelled like him, that way, she always had Shawn near her. She opened the door to the living room, ready to step in.

“Stop right there! Do not move and cover your eyes” Shawn yelled at her desperately.

What the hell?

“Wha-why?” she stuttered back. She did what she was told and covered her eyes, though.

“Just give me a second, okay?” Shawn yelled back.

He was fumbling with something, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. Hearing little swears and mumbles escaping Shawn’s mouth once in a while, y/n couldn’t help but let out small laughs.

Usually, Shawn was such a control freak, but it seemed like he was freaking out about something right now, that wasn’t really working his way.

Shawn looked around checking that everything was perfect, before he was finally able to take a deep breath. Shawn walked up behind her, removing her hands, so he could cover her eyes now.

“What’s going on?” she asked, smiling widely.

“Well, since you couldn’t come to your surprise, I made it come to you” Shawn whispered excitingly in her ear, as he started leading her into the room.

“What-I-But” she stuttered, but she didn’t manage to make a full sentence.

“Just a couple more steps” Shawn said while walking. He kissed her neck from behind, licking his lips.

“Okay, open” he smiled, letting his hands drop down to her waist.

She opened her eyes slowly and the sight that met her, almost made her jaw drop to the floor. Her eyes flickered around the room, feeling the tears pressing.

Shawn had covered the entire living room with very white, delicate sand, tropical, colourful flowers and about a thousand candlelight with the sense of clear water.

She turned around to face him with her mouth gaping wide open and her body shivering underneath her.

“You did all of this?” She stuttered, letting the tears run down her face.

Shawn nodded, biting his under lip. He reached out for her hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“You always wanted to visit the Caribbean islands. You told me that on-“

“On the night we met”

“Yeah and well, I had planned a trip, but it had to come to you instead” Shawn said, smiling widely.

She covered her mouth with her hands, not knowing what to do or say, her body just felt numb. Shawn tilted up y/n’s head, gazing down at her. A huge smile ran across her face, as she licked her whimpering lips.

“Shawn this is… I love this! I can’t even. Oh my gosh, I love you. Thank you!” She was almost stumbling over her own words, while she fought her tears.

“Once again, happy Valentine’s Day my baby”

“Shawn, this is the best Valentine’s ever, thank you”

“You like it then?”

“I love it. I can’t believe you did all of this for me? How did you even?” Her words made Shawn laugh massively, before placed a couple of affectionate kisses on her trembling lips.

“I’d move mountains for you” he whispered against her lips.

“Definitely best Valentine’s day ever” she clucked, smiling at Shawn.

Once again, Shawn found y/n’s hand and grabbed around it. He pulled it up to his lips, before planting damp kisses on her knuckles.

There was one more thing. One more surprise for her.

“Just one more thing-“

“There’s more? Did you buy me a freaking dolphin or something?” y/n laughed, shaking her head lightly.

How could there be more? This was so much more than just more.

“Wait, you wanted one?” Shawn asked, as the panic rushed to his face.

“No, no! I’m good, Shawn. Joking here” she hurried to say, shaking her head. She knew Shawn would buy her one, if that’s what she wanted.

“Just sit down for a second, love. I need to get something” Shawn said, leaving the room shortly after. She sat down and looked around her.

She still couldn’t believe Shawn had done all of this for her. Honestly, she didn’t feel worthy of his love. This day was perfect, though she bad been sick, Shawn made it perfect just for her.

Shawn caught y/n’s gaze when he entered the room again. He sent her a nervous smile, scratching the back of his head.

Shawn’s body was shivering, but he didn’t think she could tell. He took a deep breath, calming himself down.

They were young, he knew that. Some people might even say too young, but he’d always figured that when you know, you just know and then you have to go with the feeling.

Was is selfish of him, to want her to himself the whole fucking time? Shawn wanted her in his bed, he wanted her in his arms, he wanted her close to him all the fucking time. Shawn wanted to breathe her deeply into his lungs and carry her heart with him all day, every day. He wanted her and he wanted her all the fucking time.

Shawn was all about y/n, it assured him it was right, that they were right. Shawn exhaled heavily, before sitting down next to y/n.

“I need you tell you something, okay? You have to let me finish, promise me?”

“I promise” she said, letting her gaze burn at him. It made y/n bite her lip nervously, as she licked them shortly after.

Suddenly, Shawn dropped down on one knee and looked up at her. She felt like her heart might have beaten out of her chest, but she knew it wasn’t possible.

She felt every fibre in her body freeze, slowly leaving her body feeling numb. Shawn cleared his throat, before he tried forcing some air down his lungs.

“I don’t even know what to say, darling. To be honest, most of the time, you leave me lost for words. But I know that I love you and I know that won’t ever change. I also know this might be crazy-“ Shawn stuttered his way through the words. He shook his head lightly, trying to control his emotions, before he continued to speak.

“I don’t know how this life is going turn out in the end. I can’t give you any guaranties, because life just doesn’t give you that. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, in a week or a year. Hell, I don’t even know, what will happen in the matter of the next ten seconds, but really, who cares? I love you. I love you in such a way, I never thought possible to love someone and I want to feel like that forever. I know this is crazy, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Shawn’s voice cracked over, it didn’t allow him to continue.

She dropped down on the floor next to him, before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Shawn was crying, y/n was crying, but it didn’t matter.

Shawn loved her and she loved Shawn, they were both so deep into this, they knew it was the right thing.

Maybe this was crazy, maybe it was completely mad or maybe… Maybe they were just kinds in love, who didn’t know any better.

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