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Water | Solo Sikoa x BlackFem!OC | 18+!!!! SMUT
Description: Raya is really into Solo's new persona.
Song: Water by Tyla
Face Claim: Kat Graham
Warnings: Spanking, Hand/Glove kink, teasing, Dom/sub dynamic, use of panties as a gag, doggy style (and he cums on her ass), kneeling, degradation (use of the word slut), petnames (baby/babygirl), daddy kink, brat taming, begging, praise (good girl).
Check out my previous Solo x Raya story here and my entire Masterlist here.
Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are kayfabe based.
Solo Sikoa had been on a roll lately, and it was all thanks to his newfound confidence in the ring, and outside of it for that matter. With Roman Reigns on hiatus for the foreseeable future, he'd stepped up to take charge of SmackDown and become one of its most dominant Superstars even recruiting one of their many cousins, Tama Tonga to join the fray. He was taking this whole tribal heir thing a little more seriously than anyone had expected, especially Paul who quite frankly had no idea what to do.
And with all that confidence came a change in attitude as well: gone were the days when he played second fiddle or stood quite in the background. Now, he was taking what he wanted, living up to the lyrics of his theme song 'Taking it all...' and making sure everyone knew it too.
Raya, his girlfriend, really just couldn't get enough of those sexy black leather gloves and tight-fitting suits. Normally she could keep her cool but tonight she's wildin'. The jewelry. All of it. He was accessorizing now? The fuck? Since when? She thought to herself as she watched her man on TV throwing around Kevin Owens. Poor guy. But damn did her man look good fucking him up.
It was early Saturday morning when Solo walked through the door of his apartment after a late night flight following Smackdown, still riding high on the adrenaline rush from everything that had happened. He could tell by Raya's smile and playful attitude that she was eager to see him too, but there was something else in her eyes as well... desire? Need? She looked ready to jump his bones.
"Hey babygirl," he said casually as he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the couch next to her having thrown his bags aside. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Raya replied, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Just thinking about how hot you looked out there last night." Solo smirked at that and leaned in closer to kiss her on the cheek.
"I missed you," Solo whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving up and down her thigh. Raya shivered at the touch and turned to face him fully, a look of anticipation on her face. She had been waiting for this all day long, since last night, ever since she saw those leather gloves he'd been wearing. She'd fantasized about the feeling of them all over her body.
"You know, I was thinking about those gloves you wore last night," Raya said coyly. "I really liked the way they looked on your hands." Solo smirked and leaned back against the couch, letting his fingers trace along her skin as he thought about what she was suggesting.
"Damn, baby, my gloves did it for you like that?" Solo chuckled lowly.
Raya rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his teasing. "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just you in general."
Solo leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed Raya's chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him. "You just roll yo' damn eyes at me? think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here," he said firmly. "..'Cause it definitely isn't you."
"Now, I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me," Solo commanded. Raya's eyes widened at the sudden shift in his tone, but she obeyed without hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation... wondering what he had planned next. "Stay" He commanded before stepping into the bedroom rumbling through his bag for something.
The gloves. He slipped them on slowly as he approached her, making her pussy pulse with desire.
Raya watched with bated breath as Solo approached her, his big brown eyes locked on hers and the black leather gloves gleaming in the light. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he got closer, almost like a predator stalking it's prey. Solo stood in front of her, towering over her small frame as he stared down at her with an intense gaze. "I want you to beg me for what you really want," he said softly but firmly, his fingers tracing along the edges of the gloves on his hands.
Raya swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. She knew what he wanted from her but it was difficult for her to bring herself to say the words out loud... especially when he was looking at her like that. "Please," she finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "I want you." she added, "Want your hands all over my body."
Solo smirked at her response and leaned down so that his face was only inches away from hers. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to speak up if you want me to hear you."
God dammit, she didn't know whether she should thank Roman or kick his ass when she sees him for creating this glorious monster in front of her. Raya took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I want you," she repeated, louder this time. "Please... I need you."
Solo crouched down and gently cupped her chin, his gloved thumb brushing against her bottom lip as he stared at her intently. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning in to kiss her passionately. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly as they kissed for several long moments. Raya was feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor. He was only making her hotter
When Solo finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up to her feet and made quick work of removing her dress and bra leaving her in just her pretty little red lace panties before he led her over to the bed room. He pushed Raya down onto the bed gently and climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers as he pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand singular gloved hand, while the other travels down her body cupping her breast.
Raya let out a low moan as Solo's hand traveled down her body, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She could feel the leather of his gloves against her skin and it was driving her wild, setting off her whole body.
Solo smirked as he noticed the way Raya was squirming underneath him, her body writhing with pleasure from his touch. "Such a dirty little slut. Bet you soaked." he whispered into her ear before biting down on her earlobe playfully. His hand continued to explore every inch of her body, tracing patterns across her skin and making sure to pay special attention to all of the sensitive spots that drove her crazy before finally reaching the waistband of her panties.
Raya gasped as Solo's hand slid underneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment... every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slowly teasingly slides her panties down her legs and thinks for a moment, the wet spot on then making him smirk. He chuckled a bit. "Open that pretty lil mouth, baby." Solo said.
Raya complies opening up for him, he stuffs her damp panties into her mouth, grinning satisfied with himself.
Raya moans softly as she feels her own fill up her mouth, the taste of herself on them making it even more exciting.
Solo smirked down at Raya, enjoying the sight of her with a mouth full of panties. "That's better," he said softly as he began to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside followed by his pants and boxers. He then leaned down and kissed her neck slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin before moving back up to whisper in her ear again. "Do you like having your own soaking wet panties stuffed into your mouth?"
Raya's words come out muffled and unintelligible. Solo laughs and smirks. "Poor baby. Can't hear a word you sayin'. Shouldn't have decided to a brat earlier. Guess you just gon' have to take whatever daddy decides to give you." he teases.
Raya tried to say something in response but it was no use, her words were completely muffled by the panties that filled up her mouth. She let out a frustrated groan as Solo teased her and continued to taunt her about being a brat earlier... which was absolutely true. But that is neither here nor there.
"All fours, baby girl. Now." He demanded.
Raya quickly obeyed Solo's command, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air, her back arched just the way he likes.
Solo walked around Raya slowly, admiring her body and taking in every inch of it. His eyes traveled down to the curve of her ass. He ran a hand over it gently before slapping it harshly. Raya let out a yelp as Solo's hand made contact with her ass, the sudden impact causing her ass to jiggle for him, that damn glove adding something to the experience.
"That was for rolling your eyes at me." he said, "Thought I forgot or some shit." he chuckled spanking her ass again.
Raya groaned softly as Solo spanked her again, the sharp pain mixing with a sense of pleasure that she didn't quite understand. He was blowing her mind. Setting off her whole body. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel things she never thought possible... and it was driving her crazy.
Raya gasps as feels Solo enter her from behind, his cock sliding inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as he begins to thrust into her slowly.
Solo's movements become more intense as he picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and harder into her. She can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment
Raya can't hold back anymore and lets out a loud moan as she climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. She can hear Solo's breathing getting heavier as he continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more erratic until finally, she feels him pull out of her shooting his warm seed all over her ass.
She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling completely spent but also satisfied in ways that she never thought possible. Raya lays on the bed, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm.
"Good girl," he whispers tenderly before laying down beside her and leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead.
Yeah, Raya loved this new side of Solo. Roman and Cody could both expect a thank you card from her.
#solo sikoa x oc#solo sikoa fanfiction#solo sikoa smut#solo sikoa#solo sikoa fic#Solo Siko x BlackFem!OC#the enforcer of the bloodline#the tribal heir#sefa fatu#the problem sefa fatu#the bloodline#wwe the bloodline#Spotify#wwe smut#the samoan dynasty
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Movie Night
(The pack enjoys some silver screen fun times.)
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Max wasn't in tonight. The place was all theirs.
Dwayne had occupied himself flipping through the magazine rack near the door, content to let the others look through the pickings of the video store. Paul is at the 'new releases' rack. He picked up a box, looked it over, seemed to turn the cover art, actors, and plot described on the back over in his mind for a few seconds, before either dropping it back into place (or out of place - he didn't pay attention nor did he care) or slipping it under his arm with the others he'd chosen.
Marko and David were also pawing through the shelves.
"I thought you liked Harrison Ford?" Marko asked.
"I do, but I'm just so sick of seeing this shit advertised everywhere, I'm gonna rip my ears off if I have to hear that music any more," David grouched. He used a single finger to push away the video case Marko was holding. "Also, Indiana isn't a name."
"Buddy, in your day, they were naming people things like 'Humility' and 'Creedence', and 'Jedidiah'."
"I knew a Jedidiah," hums Dwayne, not looking up from his idle spinning of the rack.
"Not helping. I'm getting it anyway," Marko sighs. David just rolls his eyes, and turns back to his own perusal.
"Hey guys! Look!"
The pair - and Dwayne - look up at Paul's call, the tall blond rushing to their side. In his hands is a video, clutched tightly.
"'The Dark Crystal'," Marko reads out. From the case, the hand-drawn eyes of skeletal bird creatures leers and the glittering wings of elfish beings shine under the lights of the store. He looks up at Paul.
"Henson, huh?"
Paul nods vigorously. "He did that one with David Bowie a couple years ago. Fucking masterful shit. And this one is all puppets, dude!"
Marko looks a little skeptical, David is just hoping that with the mention of certain long-haired, blond glamrockers in tight pants the jokes about his name don't make a resurgence, and Dwayne is already once more nosing through a Times, but they add it to the pile.
When they're done, they leave the store with maybe more items than the check-out limit would allow (and a magazine or three that were in no way monetarily compensated for) but ready to waste some immortal life in front of the zoom tube.
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"You're scared," Marko says, grin smugly plastered to his face.
"I am not. It's piles of fabric and foam."
On screen the skeksis skulk around each other, dressed in royal rags, hunched and fragile and dripping with barely restrained malice. The hallways of the constructed palace are old and dusty and hide secrets best left in the dark.
Paul sits tense on the bed, the precious television having been drug out of its protected corner, hooked up to the extension cord the pack so rarely indulges in. Dwayne had jury-rigged a generator to power their once-monthly media indulgences.
His claws prick at the bedcovers, eyes locked on the fantastical creatures. Marko, laying beside him, also watched.
"I- I am- I am still! Emperor!" Gasped the dying, crumbling beast of bones and desiccated skin on the screen, jumping towards the camera. It's maw filled with cracked, jagged teeth, screeching and clawing back its hold on power to the last breath.
Beside Marko, Paul jolted back, claws fully out, his own teeth flashing.
"Admit it!"
"Shut up, you asshole! I wasn't expecting that!" Paul huffs.
Marko laughs, and rolls into his mate's side.
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"Mmmmmmmm-"
"I will kill you, I swear to fuck, Marko!"
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#drabbles#the dark crystal#marko will forever use the 'hmmmmMMM' sound the Chamberlain makes to annoy Paul
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George Chapter of the Day
I Saw Her Standing There, Chapter 11
Trigger Warnings: adult situations, swearing, smoking, fluff, drinking, slow-burn romance, angst, confrontation, homosexuality, sexual tension.
**18+ only!!**
Chapter 11
Joie sat there a long time. She didn't know what to think. She didn't know what to feel. She was tired and ached all over. But he kissed her; the scent of his aftershave still lingering in her senses, the feeling of his lips still present on her skin. What was that for? Gratitude? Something more?
What did she think about her relationship with George? He was definitely the "quiet one" unless he had something to say, and he frequently had something to say. He did just protect her from Ringo's rant in his quiet, authoritative way. And come to think of it, what was that all about? Ritchey never seemed to her to have a confrontational bone in his body. After all, wasn't she hired to help them when they needed her? Well, fuck that...this was her last tour. If it would be a matter of going back home to the states or keeping this shit up, well, she'd pack her bags and gladly go home.
Of that, she was steadfast and certain.
She got up from the sofa and went to her bed. Closing her eyes, only one thing was on her mind. The kiss from George.
..........
After closing Joie's hotel room door, George leaned against the wall and shut his eyes.
"Fucking unbelievable," he shook his head. "A bloody kiss on the forehead...what the bloody hell... She's going to think of me as her brother, not the impression I was going for."
His chin fell to his chest as he shook his head again. Should he knock on her door again and kiss her until her toes curl? He knew what moves pleased a woman. There were plenty of teachers in Hamburg, happy to show an enthusiastic 17 year old what goes where, when and he was an avid learner. The groupies and other entertainers knew the score. Fast, easy, usually no strings.
He took a long, deep breath.
That wasn't his lovely Joie. It was getting to be the time he needed to lay his cards on the table and while he was usually a confident lover, he worried about how to approach Joie. He would prefer if she would take the reins and give him a bit more encouragement...generally not a problem with other ladies.
He was going to approach her when the time was right. No need to rush. By his estimate, Joie had 3 months left on her visa. Visions of her lovely body, still tanned a light bronze, freely given by her would be a dream come true. Her breasts crushed against his chest as they kissed deeply and passionately, invaded his thoughts more than he liked to admit. Removing her clothes and touching her all over kept him up at night.
It was time to tell her before he needed to jack off in the shower to ease the pressure. There were always the ever available girls who just wanted to shag, but he was beginning to find the anonymity bothered him. He really wanted to belong to someone, to be loved by that one special girl and he was sure he could make that a reality.
..........
Desperate times call for desperate measures and he was ready to lay it on the line...but not today, as he headed down the hall to the suite.
Joie awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside her window. She jumped out of bed, feeling that she was late. She usually brought tea and toast into the boys, although Mal usually woke them up with a shake of their beds. Brian was known to call them, ringing the phone over and over until someone answered. She threw a skirt and top on, and flew out of her door. Down at the end of the hall was the suite where the boys were, Brian's room, and Mal's room in between.
Joie tentatively knocked at the door, not sure what she would be greeted with, but Paul answered the door and let her in.
"Mornin' love," he greeted, bright and chipper. He was dressed and presentable. They all were. John looked a little worse for wear but was still dressed and ready.
"Am I late?" she croaked out.
"We decided you needed a Beatle-break," George told her gently as he handed her a cup of coffee.
They all surprised her, John handing her a blueberry muffin and Ritchey pulling out her chair from the table.
"A Beatle-break, huh?" she smiled at them, settling down at the breakfast table.
"And I'm sorry for being rude to you last night," Ringo offered, giving her a warm squeeze of her shoulders. "I was way out of line."
She looked at him as she took a sip of her coffee. "I love all of you, you know."
"We know," Paul offered. "That's why we give you such a hard time all the time."
..........
She was glad when they finally landed at Heathrow in the middle of the night. It was necessary to do things out in the real world when most people were asleep in their beds. There was less chance of running into thousands of fans and being mauled to death. Joie slept on the plane most of the ride and couldn't wait to close her eyes in her own bed at Freda's. She felt like sleeping for a week and eating everything in the fridge.
As Joie took a taxi to Freda's, she contemplated two choices...either getting her own place and staying in England for 3 more months or going back home. She missed her family but had talked to her father about letting her sister Jordan come out for a visit. That would mean she would need her own place. She shouldn't continue to be in Freda's way, although Freda never said a word.
Joie insisted on paying her own way and chipped in for rent, groceries and utilities. But she longed to get her own place. She just didn't know where. She also thought about dating. It had been a long dry spell since Charlie.
..........
Brian was in a sour mood the next day as he walked into the office. Joie was already there, as bright as she could be, considering she'd probably managed only 8 hours of sleep over the last 10 days. But she also had gotten to see Paris and Munich and Dublin. At least a little of it.
By noon, Brian had left the office for a "meeting" and both Freda and Joie took a deep breath of relief.
"Tell me about the tour..." Freda asked, excitedly. "It sounded wild."
"It was. It was just cars and hotel rooms and more cars and receptions and all the while, the girls screamed," Joie answered, shaking her head. "It's unbelievable."
The phone rang, interrupting her, but Joie answered it. It was George.
"Hi, love. Are you ok? Did you manage to get some well deserved sleep?"
"I'm fine. How about you?"
"The usual. Hey, could you come out to the house tomorrow? That decorator is coming out and I need your help."
"Sure" Joie answered, her heart beating faster. "Should I just come out in the morning?"
"That would be great. Thanks," George told her. "I'll see you in a couple hours. We have a meeting with Brian."
"What time?" Joie asked. "He left about 15 minutes ago."
"Oh, that's ok," George answered. "We don't have to meet him for a couple of hours. I'm heading for the studio now and then we'll be there later."
"Ok," Joie said. She was looking forward to seeing George. The feelings surprised her. "See you later. And be careful driving in."
"I will, thanks," he said.
Joie turned to Freda with a happy smile on her face.
Joie told Freda she was going out to George's the next day.
"Has it been fun decorating his house?"
"Yes, but I didn't do it alone. Cyn really helped, so did Maureen. I think Cyn has some interior decorator in her!"
"Well, she was an art student in the old days," Freda offered. "Very artistic."
The phone rang again and Joie answered it again. It was Brian. His speech was slurred.
"Come and get me," he mumbled. "You have a car courtesy of the Beatles. Come 'n get me, Miss Armagh."
Joie strained to understand him. "Where are you?"
"And don't tell anyone. Anyone. Got it?"
"I got it. But where are you?"
Brian gave her an address, told her to figure it out and hung up. Joie turned to look at Freda. "It was Brian. He asked me to go and pick him up. Maybe his car broke down? He hung up too fast for me to ask."
"He wants you to come and get him?" Freda asked. "Where is he?"
"I have no idea. He gave me an address and told me to figure it out. And he told me not to tell anyone."
"Why so secretive?"
Joie shrugged. She grabbed her purse and left the office with a wave to Freda. "I'll be back. And then we are gonna talk about my finding my own place. I really need to give you and Will some privacy."
"I like having a roommate...." Freda told her sincerely.
"Maybe Will can be your roommate!"
Freda laughed. "My parents would never go for that!"
..........
Joie checked the map in the car and realized she was going into some shady neighborhood. She got there relatively quickly, thanks mainly to George, who showed her how to drive in London. She inched the car along, looking for the address. It was a bar.
Leaning against a phone booth was Brian Epstein, raincoat pulled up close to his face. He spotted her and jumped into the car. He smelled like alcohol and cigarette smoke, and his lip and nose were bleeding.
"Brian...." Joie began, concerned. "What happened? Should we call the police? You look like you are hurt. Do you need a doctor?"
"Drive," he barked "and hurry up about it."
His head bobbed up and down with every bump. He was very drunk. She thought she would take him to the office and try to call Mal or George or someone. Maybe George would be there and he could help her.
"You are so naïve," he blurted. "you don't understand anything."
"What is it you want me to understand?" Joie asked him, realizing it was probably fruitless to have any kind of discussion with a drunk person.
He was silent. "You really are imperspectively stupid."
Joie wanted to laugh. He sounded ridiculous. "Right," she answered.
He seemed to sober up slightly, at least enough to keep his head up. He wiped the blood off his lip and tried to appear a gentleman by running his hand over his raincoat and smoothing his hair down.
"I don't like you," he said suddenly.
"Well," Joie answered calmly, "I don't particularly like you either. But that really isn't necessary. We just work together. That's all."
He turned his face towards her. "No, missy, you work for me. We don't work together....you work for me."
"I work for the Beatles," Joie responded. She was driving faster to get somewhere so she could get away from him. The smell of the alcohol and the smoke was overpowering in the little car. And Joie had the window open.
"And they work for me...." He said flatly. "If I tell them to get rid of you, they will."
"I don't care," Joie responded as coolly as she could. But she was getting nervous. She didn't like being with him in the car.
"For fuck's sake, open your window," she exclaimed, more to herself than anything. She had seen enough drunk men to last her a lifetime.
He seemed to slip back into sleep, but woke up with Joie parked at the office. He got out and slammed the door shut.
Joie sat in the car and burst into tears. She cried so hard that she thought she'd break. Her heart was racing and the car smelled terrible and she wanted to go home. Although she loved England, she felt like she hated everyone who lived there...except Freda.
She was done. Joie Armagh was throwing in the towel. She was beaten by 4 Liverpool boys and their posh manager. She was going to march up into the NEMS office and quit. She would book the next plane out. Joie had met her match and she was quitting. That was it. California, here I come.
When Joie entered the office, the boys were all present and Brian had washed his face, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and was presentable. The boys were in the middle of questioning Brian as to where Joie was. She heard him say he "bloody well didn't care."
"Come on Eppy," John cajoled. "Where is she? You took her for a ride didn't you?"
"I want her gone," he burst out. "She's a bloody American and we can get a fine English gentleman to help you on the road if we need to. Or you can hire one of your friends. I don't care. I want her gone."
Joie stood there. Paul noticed her first, her face red and puffy from crying. But she was standing straight and spoke clearly. "Thank you all very much for the opportunity you gave me. But I'm leaving. If you need 2 weeks, I'll do that. But I'm turning in notice."
"Thank bloody hell..."Brian said.
No one said a word for a moment. Joie stood there vulnerable, trying to stand her ground. Trying to maintain some dignity.
Paul was silent. John was silent. Ringo was silent. Uncharacteristically, it was George who put an arm around her and led her out of the office.
"You need to stay for a meeting," Brian called after him.
"Sod off," George responded. "Go clean yourself up. And then we'll talk."
George put Joie, who had started sobbing again, into his car. She was blubbering about her car and Brian and the smell in the car and going back to the States. He calmly picked up the phone in his glove box and called Mal.
"Mal, I need some help. Joie's blue mini is at NEMS. We need someone to take it over to get cleaned out. Brian had too much to drink and the smoky/alcohol smell is all over her car," he said. "Whatever it costs to clean up, charge it to Brian."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Just relax now, Joie. We're going home."
"Freda's?"
"No" George said gently. "My home."
Joie didn't argue. She put her head back against the head rest and took a deep breath. It was warm and relaxing in the car and soon she was asleep. When she woke, they were in Esher, at George's house.
They walked into the house in silence. Joie noticed that George had added his own personality to the house. It was warm and open. Joie felt very comfortable.
"I imagine you want to get this day behind you," he said. "Just go into my room, grab a shirt, take a shower and lay down if you want. There's a robe in the closet too. I'll sleep in another room. Or maybe you are hungry? How about some tea and sandwiches?"
"That would be nice," Joie said, smiling happy to be free from the office. "I'll go clean up and be right out."
Joie went into George's master bedroom that she knew so well from arranging the furniture. It was exactly as she had arranged it, only with more of his personal belongings. She grabbed a t-shirt and the robe and took a shower. She stayed in the shower a long time, letting the water run over her.
Her plan was to head back to California. To Santa Monica Pier. To shopping. To seeing her family and friends. To the Pacific Ocean. To even worse traffic and the lovely San Bernardino Mountains. To peace and quiet.
Toweling off, she put the t shirt on and wrapped the robe around her. She felt human again. And when she went into the kitchen, George was sitting at the table waiting for her with a cup of tea and cheese and tomato sandwiches.
"Hi," she said simply.
He had changed into jeans and an open white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was barefoot and his hair was disheveled. Hot tea was steaming in front of his face. He looked wonderful. He smelled wonderful. Joie watched him and sat comfortably in his t-shirt and robe, her face scrubbed clean.
"Hi," he answered. "do you feel better?"
"Much," she told him. "Thank you for what you did."
He stood and passed the cup of tea to her. "You're welcome."
Joie sat at the table and cupped the tea in her hands, enjoying the warmth.
And the silence.
"What he did was wrong," George said barely over a whisper. "He never should have treated you that way or have done what he did."
"George, he never liked me so it really isn't all that surprising. He just never did. Not from day one," Joie told him. "I don't know what I did. We were just like oil and water."
"I wish you would've told me it was that bad. I would have done something...."
"Oh, there was nothing you could have done. It just needed to play itself out. It's ok. It just made me realize that I need to go back home."
George choked for a moment and seemed to be taken back. '"Don't give up on us so quick."
Joie's eyes opened wide. 'It's been 3 months, George..."
"Don't let what Brian did send you back home. Besides, I need your help with the house," he smiled. "Otherwise, my mother is going to handle it."
Joie smiled back and took a bite of her sandwich. "Would that be so bad?"
"You don't know my mother...." George responded lightly, sipping his tea. "besides, we'd all miss you."
Joie was silent for a moment. Truth be told, she'd miss them too.
"You know," he continued, "Brian is a mixed bag. He polished us up, got us noticed, but he's a troubled guy. He has......trouble with women. Especially strong women."
"His he married?" Joie asked.
George looked at her. "No," he answered. "Never will be either."
Joie turned her head slightly. "Why?"
"Joie...." George started. "Brian is....Brian...well, he's gay."
"Gay?" Joie asked and after a moment, the lightbulb went off in her head. "Oh."
"Yeah....'oh'," he answered. "He's very closeted about it, but he's a good guy. He's just...he's very protective of us."
"So I'm a threat?"
"In a way. He's very motherly...you know? And you've taken over that role in a way he never could."
Joie ran a hand through her hair. "So I should be more understanding?"
'I think you've been understanding enough when it comes to Brian. Especially after today."
"So what should I do?" Joie asked him.
"Let me handle that," George said to her. "Just let me handle it."
"George, you don't have to fight my battles," Joie told him, watching him carefully. She wanted him to kiss her...really kiss her madly. He was so adorable.
"I know that," he answered with a nod. "But just let me handle things for now. I promise you it will be ok. Just trust me."
Joie sipped her tea and looked into his deep brown eyes. "I trust you, George...."
George looked at her in silence for a long time, reaching across the table to take her hand gently in his. Joie blinked slowly and enjoyed the moment between them. It was the longest conversation she'd ever had with him.
"George..." Joie began. She wanted to ask him why he didn't run around with other women when they were out on tour, but stopped herself. Maybe he had and she just didn't know it. He seemed more private than the other 3, and Joie thought she would leave it alone and changed the subject. "I know we are supposed to go out on tour again in a couple days. What should I do? I don't want to go."
"We've got a couple of days," he answered. "Why don't you stay here and we'll figure it out."
Joie looked at him. "I can't stay here George. I couldn't impose on you like that."
"You can stay in the coach house. I'll be in the main house. Let's just do that for a couple of days..until I leave."
"It....I....are you sure?" Joie stammered a bit.
George brightened. "I'm sure Joie. And leave things to me...just for now. I don't want to run your life, but I want to take care of a couple of things. Don't want you buying your airplane ticket back to the states just yet."
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New snippet from my writing!
Diary of Paul Killarney, November 1st, 1994 (cont'd)
By the time I was ready to leave the village, blue twilight had crept in among the trees. White fog wandered up from the nearby valley and the trees rustled in the wind. I shivered on my way to the car. Susan, darling, why did you want to be laid to rest here?
It was strange, but I almost felt watched in the parking lot. When something cracked in the thickets surrounding it I jumped, but then I saw it was merely a hare and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Its blue eyes hypnotically stared at me before it jumped off into the night.
Since when do wild rabbits have blue eyes?, I wondered. Eh, probably a trick of the light.
The Dog calmly trotted after me, unfazed by our surroundings. When I opened the car door he jumped onto the passenger seat and remained sitting there, his head curiously tilted.
I put my backpack into the trunk, climbed into the car, fastened my seatbelt and turned the key. Nothing happened. I frowned. Turned the key again. The engine stuttered, groaned, then suddenly died. I blinked. Well. Susan had had the other car when she'd left that night. I had no idea where it was right now. Probably being investigated as a crime scene in some police station.
Sighing, I got out of the car. The Dog followed, wagging his tail. For a moment I just stood in the parking lot, the trees rustling above me, and felt profoundly unsure where to go from here.
The house there on the edge of the forest, I suddenly recalled a bone-chilling, absurdly timeless voice say. If you squint you can kind of see it.
I hesitated, glanced over at the house in the dark, the window emitting a warm orange glow.
I mean, what could go wrong?
Shivering, I wrapped myself in my coat, took my backpack out of the car, locked it and began to make my way towards the house on the edge of the woods. Strangely, the Dog followed me like he knew exactly where we were going.
“You've been here before, haven't you?”, I asked him. “Here with your old friend. I wonder what stories you could tell me if you were human. I bet you've seen a lot.”
The Dog tilted his head and his too-intelligent eyes glinted in the sparse light. At first I thought he was growling, but then I realized it was more of a low purr. Then he brushed past my leg, and ran towards the house. He stopped at the doorstep, wagging his tail, and I sighed. I just couldn't understand this thing.
I rang the doorbell, my fingers numb from the cold. After a minute or two, the door suddenly opened.
Rory glanced outside, seeming confused. He was wearing a hand-knitted green sweater with a bird pattern on it and looked like he had prepared for a cozy evening. “Oh.”
“Sorry to bother you.” I awkwardly scratched my neck. “Uh, my car broke down and the last train home is already gone and I don't really know anyone here except you.”
Rory smiled. “Oh, no problem, come in! You can stay for the night.” - I entered the house and he closed the door behind me.
“I don't want to bother you…”
“No, no, it's totally fine.” His constant grin unnerved me just a little bit. “Probably gonna be a more exciting evening if I don't spend it alone again. The coat rack is over there, and you can take your shoes off or leave them on, whatever you like. I made biscuits, would you like some?”
“No, thank you.” I awkwardly hung my coat up and followed Rory into the living room. He peeked outside the window while I sat down onto the green plush sofa.
“It's probably gonna rain soon,” Rory commented. “I had a pretty grisly injury back in 1973, I can feel the weather change ever since. Worst superpower of all time.” He laughed. “Would you like some tea?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure.”
“Excellent.” He hushed over to the kitchen. While he was busy heating the kettle, I got up and began pacing around the living room.
The wallpapers were floral and faded, 1950s style. The plentiful shelves were painted moss green and filled with memorabilia of all kinds.
Rory glanced over at me. “Interesting, isn't it? Some of it belonged to the previous owner of the house, I just thought it'd be a shame to get rid of it. The wallpapers too. She had good taste, I have to admit. Lived here from 1936 to 1967, until she suddenly passed away.” He walked over to the sofa and put two chipped cups onto the table. “Tea’s finished. Sugar?”
“No thanks.” I returned to my seat and I took a sip of the tea. It tasted surprisingly well. The Dog came over, his tail wagging, and put his head on Rory's knee. The man laughed. “Aww, you missed me?”
“I have to admit - I can't believe the Dog acts this way around you,” I began and Rory glanced up. “I mean, he never listened to anyone but Susan and with you he's a downright darling.”
“You just gotta treat him right.” Rory scratched the Dog's ear. “He likes his dignity.”
Soft rain began tapping against the window glass like fingers. Rory sat up and raised his head, in some odd way regal as a long-necked heron, but with his hair covering his eyes it was impossible to tell his expression. It unnerved me.
He smiled. “Ha, I was right.”
“Hm?”
“About the rain.” He limp-wristedly waved towards the window.
“Oh.” I leaned back into the sofa, trying to distract myself from how tense I was. “So, how long have you been living here?”
“Oh, since 1970.” He was smiling a little wider again and I shivered. “The house was left desolate for a while after the previous owner's death and, you know, it looked intriguing.”
“Intriguing? How so?”
“There’s a history in these walls, you know? Someone has lived and died here for over a hundred years, over and over and over. You can feel it, I think. You can feel that it's alive in some way. At some point the house becomes its own inhabitant, and the inhabitant their own house.”
“What, you think the house is haunted?” I laughed.
Rory tilted his head. “That's an interesting way to phrase it. Maybe. By memories.”
For a while we just sat in the living room, drinking tea. The rain drummed against the windows and the orange light flickered. The Dog had wandered off into the other rooms and Rory had let him. The familiarity between the two was odd, almost like old friends that had drifted apart over the years, but never quite let go of the bond between them.
“How did you and Susan meet, if I may ask?” Rory leaned forward, putting down his chipped teacup.
I chuckled melancholically. “Oh, that was a funny story.
It was raining the night we met. I was on the train, going home from some outing with friends I've long lost touch with, somewhat drunk, but sober enough to realize the extent. The train was completely empty, and all you could see outside was blackness, only occasionally interspersed by the lonesome lights of a train station, and all you could hear was the hypnotic clacks of the train, and the greenery scraping against the windows like hungry ghosts.
I was, as I mentioned, drunk, and in the dark all the stations looked the same, so when I got out and discovered to my dismay that my stop had been twenty minutes ago, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. For the moment, I just sat down on a bench at the train station, and stared at the rain falling from the black sky. The station was on a hilltop, and through the rain, you could see the sleeping villages, the trees, and way in the distance, a lake in a valley.
“Beautiful night, isn't it?”
I flinched and turned my head. A young woman was standing on the other side of the station, a huge, three-legged dog at her feet. I had no idea how long she'd been standing there, or how long I'd been sitting here.
“Huh?”, was all I could say.
She shrugged and walked over to the bench, hands in the pockets of her corduroy pants. The Dog followed like a watchful shadow, his white teeth glinting in the barely existent light. “I said it's a beautiful night.”
“Oh.” I didn't know what to say. “Yeah. Kind of.”
“Are you here for the view too?”, she asked.
“Uh, no.” I awkwardly ran a hand through my hair, unsure what to say. “I…may have gotten off at the wrong stop.”
She laughed and something about her laugh chased a shiver down my spine. I had never heard such a beautiful sound in my life. “Happens.”
“How about you?”
“I always come here when it rains.” She sat down next to me. I could smell the scent of her brown leather jacket and when I glanced at her I saw that despite her youth, her blonde hair was full of silver strands. “For the view. You see the lake over there?”
“In the valley?”
“Yes.” She smiled. She had a smile that showed her gums and it was oddly endearing in the moment. “There's a house by that lake. I used to live there.”
I squinted and barely saw the white outline of that house. It was a tiny dot in the distance, like a faraway star, and yet the sight of it made me shiver.
The girl turned her head and glanced at me. “I'm Susan, by the way. You?”
“Paul.”
“Nice to meet you, Paul.” She smiled. And that was that.”
Rory smiled. “Sounds like her. You know, it was raining when I met her, too. Funny, isn't it?”
I smiled.
“I suppose so,” I said.
What I didn't say was: On the 271st night we met (I counted every single one of them), when I finally got down on one knee, she finally turned to me, her eyes big and sad and shiny.
“You do realize you will never be the love of my life, don't you?”, she asked. “I just wanted to say it before I break your heart. Because mine is in that valley and that's where it stopped beating. You're standing before a dead girl, and dead girls cannot fall in love.”
“I don't care,” I whispered and shook my head. “As long as you stay in my life.”
She blinked slowly. Then she slowly ran her cold fingers across my cheek.
“Don't say I didn't warn you,” she whispered and kissed me.
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Russell Janzen on Retiring
Russell Janzen in Balanchine's Davidsbundlertänze, 2014. Photo: Paul Kolnik via DanceTabs
Russell Janzen gave his last performance with the New York City Ballet last Sunday, partnering Sara Mearns in the Diamonds section of Jewels. He published his thoughts on retiring in The New York Times.
On Leaving the Life of the Body: A Dancer Reports
“I know that I am about to give up one of my primary ways of being me,” Russell Janzen writes about retiring from New York City Ballet after 16 years.
By Russell Janzen
It is one of my last ballet classes as a professional dancer. Halfway through barre we do rond de jambes—an exercise in which you paint half circles on the floor with your toes. The teacher, Gonzalo Garcia, sets a combination that sweeps back and forth as we transfer our weight from one foot to the next, our arms swinging to amplify our movements.
Extending through to the tips of my fingers and reaching my legs long I feel expansive. It’s not exactly that I feel free—I am doing a prescribed exercise, holding onto a wooden bar—but the stretch of my body and the rumbling swells of the music create a sense of rightness and liberation. I feel present and energized, my body alive. The pleasure of this moment is a relief; it’s a sensation I am forever pursuing, because at the best of times dancing can make me feel whole and wholly myself. On Sunday, I will retire from New York City Ballet after 16 years with the company. I have spent over a year preparing myself, and I am ready. But I know that I am about to give up one of my primary ways of being me.
“As dancers, we become our bodies, in ways both gratifying and reductive.” Photo: Jingyu Lin for The New York Times
My specific physical capabilities—the particular functioning of my muscles, joints, bones and tendons—have been essential to my livelihood. And to my happiness, too, because in moments of alignment and control my body is not just the vessel for my self-expression, it is the expression itself.
So I wonder: Who will I be when my body is no longer shaped by turning out and jumping and lifting? What will I like to do when I don’t have to save my back or my calves or my feet for the next night, the next week, the next month? And how will I feel after these final shows: Like I’m getting my body back, or like I’m losing it?
In spring 2019, I danced the central duet in Justin Peck’s “Rodeo" for the first time. The debut came at one of these sweet spots in my career: I was dancing the way I had always wanted to dance. I wasn’t doing everything perfectly, I still had nerves—and I can’t speak to how I looked—but I felt in control in a way I never had before. I just felt good in my body. Settled.
In the first performance, my partner Sara Mearns and I walked out onstage, and when the music started it was slower than we had rehearsed. Much slower. Sara gave me a look like, “Oh, boy.” That look was both an eye roll aimed at the conductor and an invitation to meet the challenge he had set for us. I smiled at Sara as if we weren’t in front of thousands of people and pushed her into the air, higher than we’d practiced—and then I launched myself after her and we danced.
Russell Janzen with Sara Mearns in Diamonds. Photo: Erin Baiano via the NY Times
But it didn’t feel like dancing. It felt like living, in a heightened, intoxicating way. It felt like we were the music, and the dance. We were ourselves in the most essential and simple way but also we were something more, something bigger. We were dancing. And I don’t mean that as a verb; I mean it as a noun. We were all that dancing could be in that moment, to that music, on that stage.
Of course we were also wearing lots of makeup and we were sweating and trying to point our feet and stand tall, and I was trying to keep her on balance and she was trying to hold up her leg. But we were not thinking about this trying, we were just being, and it felt so right.
Throughout my career there have been many moments like this, when how I feel in my body makes my dancing seem inseparable from myself. Sometimes these moments are brief, lasting just one entrance or one class, other times I can hold onto the feeling for weeks.
Janzen partnering Teresa Reichlen in Balanchine’s Agon in 2019. Photo: Erin Baiano via the NY Times
As dancers, we become our bodies, in ways both gratifying and reductive. We always deal with pain and tightness — navigating physical limitations is a part of this art form — but when muscles cooperate, and choreography feels natural, even grappling with the body’s capabilities offers rewards.
This intense relationship with my physicality has been fulfilling, a gift. And yet being tied to my body in this way has also been restrictive and often disappointing.
I spent my first six years with the company cycling through career-pausing injuries, never staying healthy long enough to gain much momentum. At a certain point my body became more manageable and I gained traction in my career — dancing bigger roles, being promoted to soloist, then principal.
But the injuries continued: a tear in my shoulder, a sticky rib, a trouble spot in my spine that persists, ankle sprains, back spasms. Ballet is punishing on most every body, but at 6-foot-3 I am not compact. My height and length can look impressive onstage, but my body doesn’t always absorb the impact of dancing and partnering well, making me — and my spine especially — susceptible to injury and strain.
It’s thanks to a fleet of physical therapists and movement specialists that I danced as much as I did. I spent hours each day doing exercises, taking preventive measures to protect my back and prepare my body for what I had to do each night. In order for me to dance, my body — its needs, aches and peculiarities — dictated everything: how long I sat, how I slept, how I traveled, how I dated, how I spent time with my family, how I relaxed, how I lived.
Janzen in Peter Martins's staging of The Sleeping Beauty, Act II, 2017. Photo: Paul Kolnik via Dance Informa
Relying on my body in the way I’ve needed to has meant sacrifices and pain. Sacrifices and pain that were frustrating but worth it because of onstage experiences like “Rodeo,” because I got to dance ballets I always dreamed of dancing: Jerome Robbins’s “Dances at a Gathering”; George Balanchine’s “Agon,” “Swan Lake,” “Diamonds.” And because of the dancers with whom I shared the stage.
Since late fall of 2019 I have had two new injuries — one in my ankle and one in my knee — that again kept me from ballet. Now that my dancing body has been going for decades, the recoveries have been challenging. I’m 34; healing takes longer than when I was 19, and when I am deemed ready to go back onstage my body doesn’t feel like it did before. I’m told it likely won’t again.
Martha Graham famously said that a dancer dies twice, the first time when they stop dancing — when the body can no longer do what it once did. It’s this first death, she said, that is more difficult. And this is where I am now. No longer able to do what I once did.
Janzen and Ashley Bouder filming Balanchine’s “Duo Concertant” for Sofia Coppola in 2021. Photo: Erin Baiano via the NY Times
With the latest injury, a patellar tear, I chose to dance until it proved too painful and so had months to prepare myself for the time off. I made plans, I gave myself projects, I had a loving support system. And yet while I was healing there was a part of me that felt like I was waiting for my life to restart. So much of my life as a dancer has been spent waiting to live, biding time or saving myself for when I am out onstage again dancing. Waiting for my body to once again be able to do what I need it to do to feel like me.
I have had enough rewarding shows in the last year to know that I could continue dancing—shift how I approach the work and find new meaning in a more limited repertoire. But I’m ready to stop. I am ready to pay attention to something new, to reorient my relationship to myself and to those around me. My body, my dancing body, has been the part of me I have prioritized above all else for over 16 years—the part to which I have given the most attention and care. And I don’t want to pay attention to my body in this way anymore, with my physicality and ever-increasing limitations dictating how I live both onstage and off.
Janzen in Pam Tanowitz's Law of Mosaics. Photo: Erin Baiano via Gramilano
There is much loss in this first death. I will not diminish the grief and sadness of this time, but as I’m nearing the final moments of my dance career I’m also thinking about how this ending means I get to have another life, one with different kinds of freedom.
After finishing dancing I plan to pursue a degree in social work. I don’t have much of a sense of what this will look like or where it will lead me, but I know that it will offer me an entirely different framework through which I might understand and experience the world. Rather than narrowing in again on something specific, my hope is that this will be a time of exploration, an opening up of possibilities.
As I am writing this, I have three remaining performances including my retirement show. I’ll be dancing “Diamonds” in Balanchine’s “Jewels,” a ballet that has taken me through my entire career. It was my first ballet with the company (aside from “The Nutcracker”). And in 2014 the principal role, which I’ll be retiring with, was one of my first really major parts.
“Diamonds” ends in an epic display of grandiosity and classicism. Thirty-six dancers move in shifting patterns—turning, jumping, and polonaising around the stage. In one of the last moments the entire cast moves in unison. All the dancers unfurl a leg into an extended line in front of them, foot pointed and rotated, displayed for the audience: Look at our feet and our legs, look at these bodies of ours. Watch us dance and see how this life, our dedication, and our passion has shaped us.
On Sunday, while my back might be tight, and my knee might not bend as pliantly as it once did, my body won’t be failing me. This is my body now, after 16 years dancing the greatest ballets. In these last shows I will get to support a treasured partner, dance with people I’ve known for much of my life, and propel myself into the air and around the stage. I will get to be in my body, in whatever state it is in, in a way that I love, using it to take me through the contours and shapes of one of my favorite dances. Then the curtain will come down, and I will move on to something new.
Sara Mearns and Janzen in Balanchine's Chaconne, 2014. Photo: Paul Kolnik via Pinterest
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Season 1 Episode 2: Yee-Haw.
I’m obsessed with the fact that they are all already a family. They are bantering with each other like they’ve known each other forever.
Owen: Will I lose my hair?
Doctor: No.
Owen: Good I just found a hair god.
Doctor: No more hair god.
Owen: 😱😱😱😱
Racist homophobic old lady: I’m not a racist, oh no a heart attack.
Marjan goes to help
Old lady: oh no, what about you?
Owen: not qualified🤷🏻
Old lady: you?
TK: I’m gay🏳️🌈
Old lady:🫨, points at Judd.
Judd: No😃
Old lady: He can, are you a homosexual?
Paul: No but I’m trans🏳️⚧️
Old lady:😭⛓️💥
Carlos and TK together makes me swoon. They are so cute, even if TK doesn’t realize that yet.
Michelle still annoys me.
Owen looks like Megamind when he’s bald:
Old man: I need help with my cats.
Mateo: I’m allergic 🤷🏽
Judd: 😐
Mateo: 🐈🚶🏽♂️🐈⬛
Judd and Owen: 🤠🤠
TK coming in all hot and bothered and ready to jump Carlos’ bones. Then Carlos being like wow slow down let’s do dinner. TK then freaking out which is understandable because he’s kinda really scared of commitment right now. I’m just so in love with their storyline. Carlos is such a babe and TK is a little goofy goober.
Grace and Judd for the win!!!!!!👩🏾🤝👨🏼
#911 consumes me#9 1 1 lonestar#911 rewatch#911 lone star#owen strand#tk strand#paul strickland#marjan marwani#mateo chavez#carlos reyes#judd ryder
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For the last week Serena's head had been completely screaming at her. She thought it could be the stress she had been under since arriving home, could that be it? The Quileute woman could feel something stirring in her bones -- in her 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 , but what was it? That question ran through her mind throughout the night as she attended a college party with Lily. The oldest Swan girl that she needed to let loose and for a while it worked. Serena was having fun among the woman's classmates but it all came to an end when she felt a sudden turn in her stomach and felt all the hairs stand up on the back of her neck -- and a chill, oh that chill sent a shiver up her spine. Completely scared by this feeling the woman stopped dancing in the sea of people and set out to find Lily. Of course she found the woman over by the drinks and clearly was completely intoxicated and eventually she gotten the woman back to her jeep. “Oh c -- come on Ser,” Lily hiccups, leaning onto Serena for support. “the ‘arty just getting started.” Rolling her eyes at the drunk Sheriff’s daughter, she buckles the woman inside the vehicle before driving away from the party. They had a small drive ahead of them since they were about fifteen miles outside of Forks, out towards Seattle.
Seeing the sign ‘WELCOME TO FORKS’ brought comfort to the driver, a sense of warmth as she knew they were almost to the Swan residence. Her chocolate eyes looked at the scenery around them and that is when she felt a nasty turn in her stomach and could feel the fever from a week prior come back to her as sweat began to bead down her forehead. "I -- I don't feel so good, L." Serena spoke loudly over the roaring of the wind around them as she drove down the highway. She knew she had to keep it together to drive them home, Lily was in no state to drive and was leaned somewhat back in her seat. "I -- " A foul stench filled the air as the Quileute breathed in and at that very moment she became tempted to throw up the liquid she consumed earlier. She didn't have time to fully register the smell when the shiver came back up her spine with the hair on her neck standing up with goosebumps appearing on her skin. Becoming unfocused on the road as pain erupted throughout her body it felt like something was tearing her apart. The scream she let out awoken Lily from her deep sleep and before the Swan could offer aid is when the jeep became off road. The next thing happened so quick -- a wolf appeared where Serena once sat and Lily? She was covered in her own blood and was as silent as a corpse.
The Quileute felt like she was reliving a dream she had since a child, one of her running through the woods of her home but this time? She wasn't on two feet, but all four paws. Everything around her felt different, appeared in a different light to her. Her thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute over at what was happening and worried about the girl she left lying in the jeep. Serena found herself on a cliff, the very same cliff she jumped off with Paul when first arriving back home. 'Paul...'. She wondered what he would think her of, what her family would think of her now that she was a beast -- the very beast of her family's legends. ‘I’m a monster.’ Serena sobbed in her head. Hearing a twig snap behind her, the wolf quickly turned to face where the sound came from and growled, the hair on her back standing straight up as she crouched to the ground. While the wolf appeared ready to attack in a split second, the mind within it was freaking out on exactly what to do.
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Sunday was supposed to be A fun day
Lost boys x reader
The boys were just having some fun on the boardwalk, they have gotten a lot more virulent after what happened with the frog brothers and we're starting to take extra safety processions...
Even going to a witch
Marko and Paul were touching everything!! Crystals, trinkets, bottles that were sealed at the top with wax and trying to get it open
Dwayne was looking around making sure the witch doesn't try anything on them, he almost let them down once he wasn't taking any chances again.
David is talking with the witch, asking her questions and telling her what had happened that night... When he asked her what they should do she gave him an answer...
"You'll have to lay low for a little while," Ravynne said, her green eyes staring the Vampires down; she walked around them, her heels lightly clicking as she grabbed different bottles off her shelves.
"Lay...low?" David questioned as his eyes trailed after her, keeping his guard up. Ravynne pushed her dark passion twists put off the way of her face the rings and shells in her hair clinked together gaining the other's attention.
"Yes, those young boys will now be on the lookout for more Vampires, and when they go looking and they find you... It won't end well" she said slowly in her low sensual voice, causing Paul to bite his lower lip and Marko to elbow him in the ribs with a scoff.
As Ravynne whispered chants on the four gems she could barely focus from all the giggling, whispers, and grunts... She was a busy and powerful woman that didn't have all day for silly games and a group of brutish Vampires that only care for themselves... And then a vision flashed behind her eyes, she smirked and knew how to take two birds with one stone.
Protect the boys and get them to care about someone other than themselves... She knew just the spell to cast on these gems...
Marko jumped around with Paul as they laughed and joked; going back home to their cave. Paul was unable to stop playing with the Blue Gem that was now hanging from his neck. "So... What do you think they do?" Paul asked his partners.
"I... Don't know... Maybe they like... Shoot the fuck out of people how come near us?" Marko answered. David chuckled and Dwayne playfully rolled his eyes. But the calm playful mood shattered as they heard a group of people talking... And they didn't sound friendly.
They talked about terrible means to torture Vampires and they wanted to hunt them down, and then something happened.
"Did you hear that?" One of the hunters asked the others; David, Dwayne, and Marko looked to Paul who accidentally kicked a spray can. The hunters start to follow the sound and the boys started to panic, after the fog brothers they just came back... They weren't strong enough to fight yet, they are still weak.
But then they felt a strange twist in their bones and for a moment everything went black, only for a moment later being met with the hunters; only they weren't attacking them?
"It's just some stupid cats!" One of the hunters called out to the others...
Wait... What?
The boys looked down to be met with fluffy paws... When David tried to talk only a meow left his mouth... 'Well... Looks like we will be talking telepathically' David groaned.
'My feet hurt! Dwayne Carry meeeee!' Marko complained 'I can't carry you, Marko... I don't have any thumbs to lift you.' Dwayne explained
'We won't make it to the cave in time! The sun is almost up!' Paul cried out to his partners and they started to panic again... That is until they heard a voice.
"Kitties?" The boys all turned around and while David and Dwayne looked as though they were ready to scratch, hiss, and claw; Paul and Marko looked at each other getting the same idea due to sharing one single brain cell.
They both started meowing and trying to rub themselves on the stranger, 'what the hell are you two doing?!' David yelled not wanting his partners to get hurt 'think about it, the sun is coming up! We play our cards right and they might take us home!' Marko explained to his two other partners.
Before David or Dwayne could do anything they heard the sound of a zipper, the stranger opened up their bag taking off their sweater and placing it at the bottom of their bag picking the kittens up starting with Marko then Paul, the stranger looked to the other two cats wondering if they should take them too; Dwayne took the first step moving towards the stranger, then David.
The zipper closed but not all the way to allow air and they started to move; they all huddled up snuggling together burying themselves in the soft material of the sweater to hide from the small speck of sun that would be showing soon as they all slowly drifted to sleep.
They would figure out what to do later, but for now, they wanted to sleep; they were tired.
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Okay - Jacob Black
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You knew the pack joining the Cullens in on fighting was going to end with someone hurt, whether that was one of the vampires or one of the wolves. And of course, it had to be the wolf you love with all your heart.
Emily was keeping you company back at the house, since you are the only two humans who were on the reservation during said fight. Both of you were growing more and more nervous as there were still no updates from anyone.
Sure, neither of you could read their thoughts, but Sam promised to send Seth at some point. That time finally came, though hours later.
“Jake’s been hurt!” Seth frantically runs into the house, where you and Emily sit at the kitchen table. Immediately, you are on your feet and making your way to the car, Emily following you as well. She gets into the driver’s seat and speeds over to Jacob’s house, where Seth told you to go.
Once she parks, you jump out of the car and run over to the group standing in front of the door. Billy has a somber look on his face as cries ring out in the dimming day.
“Is he okay?” You ask no one in particular.
“Carlisle’s with him right now,” Sam says, wrapping an arm around Emily’s waist. “A newborn shattered the bones on the right side of his body. Carlisle has to break them back into place before they heal completely.”
Just then, another pain-filled cry resonates from the house, your heart clenching, feeling the pain he’s in. You can’t help but sob out at the sound, falling to the porch chair next to Billy. He reaches over and pats your back comfortingly.
The screams continue for another five minutes, and so do your own cries and tears, so finally, Billy speaks up.
“Paul, why don’t you take (Y/N) on a drive until he’s done,” he instructs the young wolf. Paul nods and reaches for your hand to stand you up. You graciously take it and follow him to his car.
“He’ll be okay, (Y/N),” Paul tells you softly. He had been driving for only five minutes, and you weren’t even close to town yet. All you wanted right now was to see Jacob.
“How do you know?” You wonder. Paul sighs and pulls over on the side of the road. He shuts the car off and turns to you.
“Because he’s Jacob. He’s strong, he doesn’t let anything bring him down, and he always pulls through. Sure, he’s down right now, but as soon as the bones are set back to where they need to be, his healing will do the rest; one of the best things about being a werewolf, injuries don’t last long.”
A chuckle escaped your lips through your tears. Paul tenderly wipes your cheek, ridding the drops from your skin. They soak right into his thumb due to the heat emitting from his skin.
You’ve always been the closest to Paul, seeing as he was dating Jacob’s sister and was around a lot. When she and Jacob were out spending time together, catching up, you spent time with Paul, and he became like a brother to you.
“Hey, everything will be okay in the next couple days. Jacob will heal, the bloodsuckers will be gone, and everything will be back to normal, at least for now.” There’s a pause in the conversation as you take in his words, a smile slowly spreading across your face.
“You always know what to say, Lahote,” you laugh lightly, smacking his chest playfully. He chuckles and turns back in his seat, ready to head back to the reservation after hearing Sam’s thoughts that Carlisle is close to being done.
You two arrive just in time, Carlisle walks out of the house to talk to Billy. You run over and try to hear what they’re talking about. Upon seeing you, Carlisle smiles and pats your shoulder.
“He’s asking for you,” he tells you softly. Taking a deep breath, you look around the group to make sure it was okay that you were the first to see him. Everyone nods in a silent agreement, so you slowly walk inside and to his room.
Jacob lays in bed, sweat covering his entire body, his hair soaked from it, with a sling wrapped around his arm and body.
“(Y/N),” he breathes out, a weak smile slowly appearing on his lips. You can’t help but cry, finally seeing him after all the painful screams you heard earlier.
“Jake, I-I was so worried about you,” you mumble, falling to your knees beside his bed. He chuckles a little and closes his eyes as you push the hair away from his forehead.
“I was worried about you,” he says, staring up at you.
“Why?”
“Some of the newborns that were supposed to fight weren’t there. We thought they went to where you and Emily were. Just turns out another pack nearby got a hold of them before they could make it to us.”
“I’m okay, Jake. We were safe. Wasn’t Seth protecting the house?” He nods and winces in pain as he shuffles uncomfortably
“Sometimes I don’t trust the little runt.” You giggle and reach over to grab a towel that was laying on the ground. You begin wiping his face from the sweat. He just watches your eyes the entire time, admiring you, his imprint, caring for him so tenderly.
“I love you,” he whispers after you throw the towel aside. You turn back to him and caress his now dry cheek.
“I love you too, Jacob. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“I’ll always be okay because I need to protect you and make sure you don’t get hurt. I couldn’t care less about myself. The important thing is that you’re safe from those leeches.”
“I am, so no worries.”
You and Jacob talk for a little bit more before he starts yawning, signaling that you should leave.
“Well, I’ll let you rest. I’ll spend the night with Sam and Emily and come back here in the morning,” you tell him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. Before you can even stand up, though, Jacob reaches over his body to stop you from going.
“You can stay. I want you to stay,” he grins.
“You’re still recovering from having bones in your shoulder reset. I think you should have some space.” Jacob doesn’t let up on your hand whatsoever.
“Please,” he begs. The puppy-dog look in his eyes, his hoarse voice, and the unbreakable bond due to him imprinting convince you to stay.
So, you carefully crawl over the lower half of his body to lay on the uninjured side and curl up against him, the heat of his body engulfing you right away. A sigh escapes your lips and your eyes flutter closed.
“Hearing your cries and screams while Carlisle was helping you was horrible. I couldn’t stop crying,” you murmur. Jacob sighs softly and shakes his head.
“You heard all that?” You nod against his shoulder. “I specifically told my dad to keep you away so you didn’t.”
“He eventually had Paul take me for a drive until you were done.”
“Still. You shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. I hate hearing about you being sad and crying.”
“Paul was able to calm me down, like he always does.” Jacob smiles upon hearing that his pack mate was able to take your mind off of things for a little.
“I’ll have to thank him. For taking care of you when I couldn’t.”
“He’s a good friend. He knows how much you love me and he wanted to make sure I was okay mentally.”
“From now on, you won’t have to worry. I’ll make sure to take care of myself and watch myself for you. You don’t deserve that kind of pain, wondering if I’m even going to be alive.”
A few minutes pass and Jacob tries to stay awake to talk to you and just play with your hand.
“Get some sleep, Jake. I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” He nods and gazes up at you, exhaustion evident on his face.
“You’re so perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, kissing you as softly as ever before laying back down and finally shutting his eyes. You continue playing with his hair, lulling him to sleep instantly.
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Okay so here's an idea for Poly! Lost boys, so their s/o is really sweet and nice, for the longest time the boys thought that there wasn't a mean bone in their body. When one night some of a surf Nazis started talking shit to the guys. Before they could do anything their s/o punches the guy in a blind black out rage, breaking the surfs nose, all while cursing them out
Poly!Lost Boys x Reader who got into a fight for them
You were very different from the boys. It was surprising for someone maybe, seeing four rude, ready for fight bikers and you, smiling and laughing, even shy a little bit. But for the guys...
It was like something new, some fresh air for them. All they knew - orders from Max, killing and violence. And when they met you, cute, almost innocent, shy and loving, they somehow couldn't resist it. Dwayne was the first one to fall for you, than the others followed. The last one was surprisingly Paul. He was scared he would scare you away with his flirt and outgoing personality. But you convinced him that is not the case. That yes, you are blushing, you don't like all of his innuendos, but you like him as it is. And you accept him as he was. He was touched. Very touched, he wouldn't leave your side at all for two nights.
They obviously have a reputation to uphold, but they can't say no to a picnic with you or when you somehow manage to find fresh flowers and make them flower crowns, blue - for Paul, yellow - for Marko, white - for Dwayne and red - for David. They all appreciate it, even when it whithered away, they still kept it in their nests in the cave.
You are their sun. The one who could raise their spirit in any way. When David is angry, he just pulls you on his knees and hugs you, breathing in your scent. When Dwayne has enough of the boys, you walk on the beach and talk, or just sits together silently, while you braid his hair. When Paul has had too much, when his brain can't calm itself down, you take his attention to yourself, so he won't go crazy, jumping from one theme to another. And even when Marko gets angry, you can calm him down just by your presence.
And it works the other way around. Need an advice? Dwayne is there for you, giving you the best advice you could get. Have a doubt or don't care about your choice? David would make the decision for you. Have a doubt in yourself? No one is better at boosting your confidence than Marko. And if you just want someone to hold you - your personal coala Paul is on the duty.
They love your calmness and cuteness. And even if you don't know the truth yet, or if they need to be by your side always to protect their sunshine from all of these bastards, they are ready. Ready to be your knights in shining armour. Until one night only they protected you
You are all out there, on the Boardwalk. Sitting near one of the cafe around, eating some fries and nuggets. Paul is arguing about something with Dwayne, while Marko is dropping some comments here or there to add more fuel.
- Care to walk from this? - David offered you his hand, and you took it with a smile. He lead you to the take-out stand, in their arguing the boys spilled all of the soda you didn't have a chance to try.
- How do you always know what I want? - you giggled. - It's creepy, do you read my mind?
- Hmmm... Maybe yes, maybe no, - he smirked, rubbing your back a little. You stood in line for a while, loving the great evening with them, until you heard snickers. You looked around and saw couple of punks standing near. The girls who were with them, were the ones snickering. You looked at yourself. Maybe there was something on your clothes that was funny? David noticed your discomfort and looked at you questionably. - Are you okay?
- Yeah, I just don't understand something... Nevermind, it's okay, - you smiled a little, trying to reassure him. Before he could answer you, there was laughter.
- Don't understand... Of course they can't, - you turned to the punks again, they were all snickering.
- Is there something wrong? - calmly asked David, but you felt his fingers on your back tensed up.
- Oh no, mighty evil biker is on our backs, let's run away, - one of the punks scoffed. You got red in the face and sighed.
- Why are you standing here? You are not in the line, and if you want to laugh at people, it's rude!
- Oh no, he has little Righteous Sunny Plaything over here too, - one of the girls cooed. You pursed your lips, looking at them. - What, like to play a slut?
- Wh... What?!! - you stepped away, bumping in David, who stood on his place, not moving. He only watched them all, silently, with look which could kill, you were sure.
- What, lost your hearing to the rumbles of their bikes? You are like with four men, what else do you call yourself? Or do you like the attention? I bet daddy didn't like you very much, right? - you went from red to pale and turned to David, as if seeking help.
- Please, let's go away, - you whispered. You didn't want any soda now, you wanted to be as far away from this place as possible.
- Oh, run to your fuckers. You always run to them, like a little child, we saw you. Oh, right, they already have a child, this little fucker, who forgot that the jackets isn't colouring book, - scoffed the lower girl.
- Or they have this crazy one. How can you talk with him, he has no sense! And flirt with everyone. No self-respect for you. Just another slut. Maybe I can have something too? - guy licked his lips smugly.
- They probably got her ill, they don't talk, they fuck. Are they paying you? Or pitying you? I mean, the dark one is cutie, though a mute. It sucks, but he probably pity you, that's why they keep you around. Like a little toy, - the other girl shook her head.
- Oi, don't look at us like that! - you raised your head, seeing David not averting the gaze from them. With each word of theirs you just wanted to do something, but you didn't know what... - You don't own this place, so you can't do anything to us. This tough look is literally the overcompensation of something el...
He didn't end this sentence. The guys, hearing all the commotion and already ready to fight, froze as they heard the sound of a breaking bone. People in line froze and even backed up a little. You didn't think, you just... Broke a nose to one of them with a punch. Enough is enough.
- Listen here you little shit, - Marko's mouth fell agape. Paul snickered, while David for the first time in all this confrontation looked at you. - You can't say shit about them, because you don't worth an ounce of what they are. They can listen, they can talk, they care and they are perfect. Period. And I bet you can't even make a girl moan for real. As for you, - you looked at girls. - I really pity you, as you got yourselves these men. Hell, no, they are not men. Garbage creatures, who can only shout something from the dumpster they are in. You worthless, little... - the other guy didn't stand frozen for long, punching you in the gut. Boys were at your side immediately. Marko and Paul were at their faces and in a fight already, while Dwayne caught you and checked up on you. You gasped for air, this was harsh.
- Guard, - David said. The boys, as if they had some kind of a sixth sense, immediately knew where to go, so they grabbed you and ran from the place, leaving the shouting punks and guards behind them.
- Babe, are you alright? - Paul looked at you worryingly, when you sat on a sand. He sat next to you, looking you over and trying to get a look at your stomach. You smiled tiredly and nodded.
- Yes. And no.
- How's that? - Dwayne furrowed his brows, sitting near you. You pouted.
- I wish I could break his spine, - you mumbled angrily. The boys looked at each other surprised and laughed. It was cute and... Strange to hear things like that from you. You were their shy angel and you just... Defended them, even if they could protect themselves, maybe later. - You are not garbage. You are all so cool, so perfect, you can't even imagine how much you mean to me! And they... They just...
- They envy. Us, that we got you, our precious kitten, - said David, sitting in front of you. - You, that you are so great and strong. They can't have any, so they are just small, worthless pigs. They won't bother you ever again, - he promised and somehow you believed it. Even if it was menacing.
- I love you, - you smiled a little. Marko hugged you, while Dwayne took your hand and kissed your fingers. You winced a little.
- What's happened?
- I think I hurt my wrist...
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So after I wrote that last Paul fic involving vaginismus, I got quite a few messages saying how much it meant to some of you and I just want to say how much it warms my heart to bring others joy or comfort through my writing. Like I’ve been telling a lot of you, fan fictions are amazing. I love them. But they’re not always realistic, and that can be damaging to people who think sex is supposed to go a certain way and then blame themselves when it’s not like that. We’re all different, and everyone deserves to have a partner that cares about your well-being and pleasure. Don’t settle for less.
Seth Clearwater x vaginismus!reader smut
(Seth is 18+ in this)
Being with Seth Clearwater was, in a word, magical. He truly was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was always there for you when you were upset or having anxiety, always made you smile and laugh, got you cute little presents or sometimes cool rocks that he found on patrol, and was super physically affectionate. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hickeys, hand-holding. Y’all were the poster children for PDA. It made you nervous when you first started dating, because you thought he would want to get intimate right away. You knew that if you told him you didn’t want to have sex right away, he would be more than understanding. That’s just the kind of person he was. But you feared that holding off on intimacy would damage your relationship. Seth’s love language was physical touch. Yours was too, so stopping things every time it got too heated was a big roadblock in the relationship. Or so you thought.
The day came where you had to tell Seth about your vaginismus. He had asked tons of questions before letting you know how he felt about it all. What causes it? What does it feel like? How does the physical therapy work? Is there anything I can do to help? Once you explained the logistics of it all, you guys could start to be more open and honest about what you were comfortable with doing. It turns out, he thought you just didn’t want to be intimate with him. He thought you were only sticking around because of the imprint bond. Once you explained that yes, you definitely really really want to have sex with him, you just can’t right now, he was all smiles and wanted to try all kinds of stuff that didn’t involve penetration. You guys would have super open conversations about what he could and couldn’t do to you, and started experimenting with the things you were comfortable with. Let’s just say, Seth became an absolute master in the art of oral sex. For a while, it was all he could do, so he did it. A lot. I mean, you’d have to physically pull him away sometimes when it got too sensitive. He loved knowing that he could make you feel so much pleasure. It made him feel needed. Wanted. And of course you returned the favor.
You guys definitely have the foreplay routine down pat. Seth was almost always there when it came time for you to dilate every day. He would sit next to you, hold your hand, kiss you, or just talk to you about his day. Whatever you wanted, and whatever would distract you. He was so supportive, that when the day finally came that you wanted to try having penetrative sex with him, he said no. He didn’t think you had been using the biggest dilator long enough. What if he hurt you? What if you just didn’t like it? What if what if what if…..
But you had been waiting long enough. His support honestly turned you on. Every day when he would sit there while you did your therapy, you wanted to jump his bones for being so. Damn. sweet. No guy had ever cared about you to the point of withholding from sex for you. They always just let you put up with the pain. Not Seth.
“But baby, what if it hurts you?” he voiced.
“Then we can stop and try again another time.”
“But what if-”
“Seth,” you cut him off. “I know my body. Believe me, I’ve had to pay attention to it every day for the past year and a half while I did my exercises. I’m ready. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but don’t say no because of me. I want to try.” You sounded so soft and adorable while you said the last part that he nearly melted through the floor. Here he was, with the most beautiful girl on the planet all but begging him to have sex with her, and he was hesitating. That’s what love made you do.
“Ok, we can try. But you have to promise, I mean really promise, that the second it starts to feel anything but good, you’ll tell me.” His voice was laced with concern.
“I promise,” you said with so much confidence that he had to believe you.
“Alright. So we’re doing this. Did you want to… try it like, now?” The poor boy was a blushing mess right now. You just nodded your head and smiled. “Okay. Cool. Yeah, that’s cool. We can do it now. I’m totally down with that.” You knew based off of the way he was acting that you were going to have to make the first move, so you walked up, grabbed his face between your hands, and kissed him.
He seemed stiff, so you pulled away and said, “Everything ok?”
“Yeah! Yeah, yeah. Everything is perfect. I just… do you want to go to my room?” Again, you just nodded, and let him take your hand and lead you into his bedroom, closing the door behind you guys. Jeez, he seemed more nervous than you were. You sat down on the middle of his bed, and reached your arms out and did grabby-hands until he laughed and joined you, lying you down and hovering over you. He kissed you sweetly, giving you every opportunity to say stop. You didn’t, but instead threaded your fingers up through his inky hair and pulled him closer to you. He took this as a green light to deepen the kiss, and brush his tongue up against your own. You guys continued kissing for a while since this was comfortable territory for you both. He eventually started moving his hands under your shirt, first massaging your stomach with his thumb and then moving up. He pulled back from you suddenly, eyes wide. “No bra?”
“Nope. I didn’t want anything to get in the way today,” you smirked and slid your hands over his shoulders. He had a look of awe on his face as he pulled the hem of your shirt up. You sat up and took it off, throwing it to the floor. Okay, yeah, so you were eager. You’d never enjoyed sex before and you thought you actually might for the first time. It was exciting.
As you laid back down, his eyes never left yours. He came back down for another kiss before trailing his mouth down your jaw, suckling at your neck for a few minutes before it was covered in faint red marks, and moved down to your breasts. Seth had always worshipped your chest. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. The size, the shape, the feel, were all beyond perfect to him. You gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, your back arching up into him. He brought his hand up to massage your other breast while his tongue continued swirling around the first one. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, just relaxing into the feeling and letting your muscles be at ease. He sat up for a second, which was far too long, to take his shirt off, and you opened your eyes to admire his sculpted body. You would have loved him even if he wasn’t a shapeshifting beast, but damn, the muscles that came with were such a nice bonus. And they weren’t just for show. You never told him this, but whenever he picked you up so easily or carried you around or pushed you up against a wall, you got beyond turned on. You always wondered what it would be like to have him actually get rough with you, but that would be for another time.
Once Seth thought your boobs had been shown enough attention, he slid his hand back down to your stomach, and then lower. He fiddled with the waistband of your jeans before popping the button at the front and dragging the zipper down torturously slow. You felt so hot at this point that you thought you would climb out of your skin if he didn’t touch you properly soon. You raised your hips in a silent signal for him to take them off, but he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft skin to notice.
“Seth,” you whispered. He looked up at you, hand already stilling in case you wanted to stop.
“What’s wrong?” he panicked.
“Nothing is wrong. Can you help me take these off?” His eyes widened at this, and then he smiled. He sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your jeans on either side of you, and you raised your hips as he pulled them down slowly, admiring your legs as each inch of them was revealed. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the lacey g-string you were wearing, which you had bought specially for this moment. You never really cared about wearing cute underwear before since it would always end up on the floor anyways, but this was a big day. At least you hoped it would be. So you wanted to wear something cute, and boy did Seth appreciate it.
Once your jeans were all the way off, he gave a low whistle and said, “damn. My girlfriend is the most beautiful woman alive. How did I get so lucky?”
You hit his shoulder and looked away blushing at this. And then… oh, then.
Your sexy werewolf boyfriend lay down on his stomach in between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, and gave you a smirk that could only be described as savagely canine. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nipping here and there before soothing with his tongue, inching closer and closer to where you really wanted him to be. He liked to take his time with this part. He flattened his tongue and gave your center a broad lick over your panties, eliciting a small gasp. He did this several more times until your hips were writhing and grinding, desperate for more friction. He reached under you, gripping the fabric of your underwear before all but ripping them off you.
“Hey, easy. Those were expensive,” you haphazardly pointed, too lost in the moment to really care.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he spoke lowly into your center right before diving in and wrapping his lips around you, sucking and kneading with his tongue. You gave a small moan, fingers once again tangling in his hair. He kept this up, alternating between firm licks and small sucks, his tongue constantly flicking that perfect spot. Seth heard in Paul’s head through the mind link once that porn wasn’t accurate at all to what women actually got off on. You were supposed to pick 2, maybe 3 key moves and do those until she was close, and then just keep doing exactly that until she came. Women are about consistency and rhythm, so if you change it up, they have to start all over. This advice had not failed him yet. Had not failed either of you, and you could have kissed Paul if you found out that that’s where Seth had gotten this tip. Fifteen delicious minutes later and you were teetering on the edge. You used to be insecure about how long you took to finish, but Seth had always reassured you that he just wanted you to feel good, and he would spend all day between your legs if he could. You were right there, legs shaking and eyes screwed shut, but couldn’t quite get that knot in your stomach to unravel. Seth pulled away, sensing your impatience, and knew you needed a little push. He got up and opened your bedside table, pulling out the large bottle of lube that you used for dilating, slathering his middle finger in it, and laid back down between your legs.
You knew what he was going to do, and trusted him enough to be careful, so you lie back and relax, knowing he would get you there no matter what. He dove back in with his lips, tongue flicking and rubbing for another few seconds before positioning his finger at your entrance, swirling it around to distribute the lube. He looked up at you, knowing you liked to guide his hand at first to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hand, sliding his finger in slowly, inch by inch. You were pretty worked up at this point, so it didn’t take very long before his finger way fully inside you. He stilled his hand, waiting for you to give the all-clear, still sucking at your clit like a starving man. You tugged at his hair, shifting your hips against his hand, which he knew to be the cue to start moving. You didn’t much like the in-out feeling of being fingered. You preferred the pressure of him pressing on certain spots. He twisted his finger slowly so that his palm was facing upward, and began to stroke your top wall, making you shudder.
This was going to push you over that edge. Several minutes of consistency, pressure, and suction had you cumming hard, grinding on his face and moaning his name loudly. When you came down, Seth was still going, though more gently since he knew how sensitive you got post-orgasm. You had to whine and tug on his hair to get him to take his mouth off you, his finger stilling but remaining inside.
“Wow,” you breathed, eyes closed in a haze.
“Wow yourself, Gorgeous,” he winked at you. You made a move to reach down and grab him through his sweatpants, but Seth was quick to pull your hand away. “This is about you tonight,” he said with total sincerity. You wanted to argue that it was about both of you, but you knew he had his mind set on taking care of you, so you decided to let him. “You ready to try, baby?”
“Hell yes,” you laughed, sitting up. “Maybe I could start on top? That’s how I dilate and I could control it better that way.”
“I was just about to say the same thing,” he teased back. He moved to lie back against the headboard after taking his pants off as you kneeled on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube. While you were turned away from him, he brought his hand to a cheeky slap on your ass, catching you by surprise.
“Hey!” You squealed and then giggled, turning to give him a playful glare.
“I couldn’t resist! It was right there,” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
You simply rolled your eyes at this, grabbing a condom from the bedside table as well. You turned to him, still kneeling, and handed him the condom, which he ripped open with his teeth (and it was so hot). He slowly rolled it onto his rock hard dick, keeping a hand around the base as he looked up at you. “You absolutely sure about this?” he questioned.
“Yes Seth. I really want to.”
With this, you climbed up to straddle his lap, squirting generous amounts of lube onto him and spreading it around with your hand. You knelt up, positioning him at your entrance after throwing the lube on the floor. He sat straight up, hands going around your waist, one reaching up behind you to cradle your head. He gave you a passionate kiss as you lowered slightly, letting the tip of him find its way in. You stopped here, doing some deep breathing as Seth stared intently at your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. Seth was slightly smaller than your largest dilator, but what had you slightly concerned was the friction. The in-out-in-out factor usually caused you pain when you tried bouncing on your dilators. You would just have to keep the lube on stand-by and remember to breathe with your stomach.
When you were sure you would be ok, you lowered more, sinking down an inch with every exhale. Seth lovingly rubbed your back, hand petting your hair as he waited patiently for you to adjust. You felt unbelievable around him, but he didn’t want to express too much pleasure, fearful that you would put up with any pain for his benefit. He settled for nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you as close as he physically could. You lightly scratched at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. You had to stop for a moment at the half-way point, trying your best to control your pelvic muscles and picturing a flower bud opening in your mind. Slowly, you lowered another inch, and then another, and another, until you could feel his thighs touch you. At this, you sat down fully on his lap, his cock sheathed fully inside of you.
I need a minute you thought. This was a lot. Silicone dilators were one thing, but to have your boyfriend inside you like this was completely different. He was warm, hot even, and you could feel his pulse, feel the throb in his veins. The twitch of him deep inside you.
“Fuck,” Seth gasped quietly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.
“Feels good?” you questioned.
“Mm-hmm. Are you okay?” He asked right back, face still buried in your neck.
“I think so. Just give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need, baby. Do you want me to touch you?” His hand came over from your back and he grazed your lower stomach with his knuckles.
“No. Too much,” was all the answer he needed before he wrapped his arm around your back once again, massaging your skin soothingly. This was going on too long, you thought. Seth was probably dying right now. You didn’t want him to suffer, so you lifted your hips a couple inches, sinking back down on him. You felt a stinging sensation at your entrance, but ignored it. Before you could lift your hips again, Seth grabbed your waist in a vice-like grip, still holding you against him but stopping all movement.
“Don’t you dare,” he spoke softly yet firmly. “I can feel how tense your muscles are right now. Relax and then you can try again.” You wanted to cry at this. He was getting frustrated. He was going to break up with you! But you silenced those negative comments and realized he was right. So you took some deep breaths again, focusing on the pressure of his tip deep in your walls, the feel of his fingers grazing your back, his other hand playing with your hair. You closed your eyes and focused only on the sensations. “There you go, Sweetheart,” he said as he felt you relax around him. Instead of going straight up and down this time, you ground your hips against his, making circles on top of him. And it felt… good? Jesus. For the first time in your life, sex wasn’t hurting. It still felt a little tight and stiff, but it didn’t hurt. So you kept at it. Your breathing picked up at the sensation, along with the exertion of kneeling for so long. Seth pulled his face out of your neck and used the hand that was petting your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss. You guys made out as you continued to circle your hips, both of your breathing labored. Seth gripped your ass in one of his hands, helping control your movements as your legs began to shake.
“You getting tired, baby?” he questioned, even though he could see that you were. You just nodded, slowing down a little. “Do you want to try a different position? Maybe one where I could do some work?” You wanted to, but were nervous. The trust you had for Seth was absolute, but what other position could work?
“Like what?” you questioned hesitantly.
He thought for a moment, hands stilling your hips, before he cracked a smile. “I have an idea. Here,” he spoke as he shifted you both further down the bed and laid back so he was flat on his back, you still on top of him. He brought you down so you were stomach to stomach, hands going to the small of your back, and planted his feet on the bed. He held you close as he lightly thrusted up into you.
“Oh,” you breathed a moan. This felt really good. Being on top and controlling the movement had been good to adjust, but having Seth fuck up into you like this was another level of pleasure. He barely thrusted, but still hit the right spots. And you could still easily lift your hips to pull away if it started to hurt.
“Good?” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm. Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself, reaching up with one hand to grab the headboard. You thought you heard him breath a laugh, but were too lost in the moment to pay much attention to anything but Seth’s movements. He kept a steady pace of small thrusts, going slowly, never questioning the pace or pushing your limits. After a while, you started to push your hips back against his as he went into you.
“You want to try going a little faster, Sweetheart?” he questioned gently.
“Yes,” you said with half-lidded eyes as you looked right into Seth’s coffee-colored irises.
He brought himself out a little further at this, pushing back into you slightly faster than before, and hitting that perfect soft spot inside you that had your toes curl. You released a real moan this time, and Seth swore he could have cum from that sound alone. He kept this pace up, not daring to go any faster since you both were already enjoying it so much and he didn’t want to risk ruining the moment with pain. For the first time in your life, you felt actual pleasure from penetration, and you wanted more. You wanted to cum, and you felt like you actually could. With this realization, you brought one of your hands down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on it that had your moans go up in pitch.
Seth grabbed your hand, putting it back on his chest as he reached down and began rubbing you with his own fingers and cockily stating, “That’s my job.” You felt your eyes roll back in your head at this, and it was the hottest thing Seth had ever seen. You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, tightening faster than it ever had before. After just a couple more minutes of this, you moan “Oh, Seth. I think I’m gonna cum.” Of course this only spurred him on to keep going. Consistency, he reminded himself. Don’t change a thing. And he didn’t, not until you were seeing stars, trembling on top of him and screaming his name as your climax crashed into you like a wave. You had to rip his hand off your dripping center when the sensations became too much, and he stilled inside of you.
“Did you finish?” you questioned him once you came down, confused. If he had, it had sure been subtle.
“No, but I didn’t know if you were okay to keep going. You seem pretty sensitive right now.”
“Seth, I want you to cum too. Just… do you think you could like, not take a while? Like, could you finish in the next couple minutes? I’m okay now but I don’t want to push it.”
“Baby, I can finish in the next 30 seconds after looking at your face while you came like that.” You blushed deeply at this, breath picking back up again as he continued to gently thrust into you. He screwed his eyes shut after a couple thrusts, losing rhythm in his hips as he spilled into the condom with a growl and relaxed underneath you. “Fuck,” was all he said.
You laughed. “Yeah, fuck.”
He let you sit up and pull off of him at your own pace before dismounting and moving to walk to the bathroom.
“Wait! Wait,” he almost yelled, startling you half to death as he sat up, removed and tied off the condom, and hopped off the bed to throw it away. “This is the part where you let me clean you up and take care of you.”
“You just did take care of me, Seth,” which made him giggle.
“Not like that silly goose! Just stay there.” He joked as he made his way into the bathroom, coming out with a damp towel. “Spread ‘em,” he motioned towards your legs. You laughed deeply, obliging. He was ultra gentle as he wiped the lube off the insides of your thighs, kissing your knees as he finished. Then, he threw the towel into the hamper and retrieved his softest sweatshirt and placed it over your head as you moved your arms into the sleeves. “And now, we cuddle.” He looked so damn pleased with himself.
You laid your head on Seth’s warm chest, his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You two stayed like this for a while, just soaking in the details of what just happened. You did it. You had sex with your boyfriend. Actual penetrative sex, and it didn’t hurt.
As if reading your mind, Seth spoke. “I’m so proud of you.”
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The Party
A/N: I spent far too much time deciding how all of their outfits were gonna look so I hope it paid off. Also, I know some things I mention have different names in different countries but I've gone for what I only know as the British version. Hope you like it! (Totally didn't get inspiration for this idea from driving past a joke shop myself...)
Word count: 2951
Summary: The reader attends her first themed party hosted by RDJ, but her outfit lands her in trouble.
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Tonight was the night. The night you had been waiting for for weeks. A party at Robert Downey Jr’s house. But not just any old party, oh no, a party for the Avengers cast. Not even just a party - a themed party.
See, Robert is well known for his themed parties. Of course he’s done the classics such as the black and white theme, the 80s theme, even the “dress as your favourite superhero” theme - what could be more suited? But he’s also well known for his unique themes. For example: dress as what you wanted to be when you were a kid; dress as your favourite fruit or veg; dress as another member of the cast; dress as your favourite gay icon. The list goes on.
This was your very first party with the cast though. Being the newest member, you were super excited to have a great night with them all outside of work - plus little Tom couldn’t stop guessing what this theme could be. It was, of course:
“Dress as your favourite board game.”
Yep. Board games.
You spent ages trying to figure out what board game you were going to dress up as. The main rule of the themed parties was that you couldn’t tell other people what you were going as unless you deliberately needed someone else to complete your outfit.
You were desperate for ideas now that the party was only a week away. It wasn’t until you were walking down the highstreet, and something in the shop window caught your eye, that you finally had an idea. You were standing outside of a joke shop, and in the window stood a dress...designed like a Twister mat.
Perfect.
The day had finally arrived. No one was filming today so you had all day to get yourself ready. Hair and makeup done, Twister dress on, ready to rumble.
You made your way to RDJ’s house at half 8 - late enough to not be the first one there but early enough to enjoy everyone’s company for longer. You smiled with glee as you stepped into the house. You were tingling with excitement as you walked towards the room where the music played. The minute you walked into the room, everyone approached you. And one by one you scanned them all to see what they were dressed as.
The first person you saw was Anthony, he was dressed up as Cards Against Humanity. Not quite a board game but funny nonetheless. The front of his outfit was completely black and the back was completely white. The writing on his front read “I drink to forget _____”, and the writing on his back read “Tom Holland”. You giggled.
Next was Scarlett. She decided to come dressed as Pictionary. Part of her outfit was made with polyester and nylon, and she carried around a whiteboard marker so that anyone could draw a picture on her outfit and others had to guess what it was. This could also be wiped off easily, ready for the next person to draw.
Sebastian was next, you snorted when you saw him. He was dressed as Frustration. His outfit was divided into the four colours: his top right being yellow, top left being green, bottom right being blue and bottom left being red. He had placed a semisphere plastic hat over his head and inside lay a foam dice which jumped about whenever he shook his head.
After Seb came Liz. She was dressed up as Uno. Her front and back were two different colours of the uno reverse card - the front being red and the back being green. The point of this is that whenever someone asked her to do something she didn’t wanna do, she’d just point to her outfit and get out of doing it.
Next was Paul B. He came as Trivial Pursuit. Random questions and answers were plastered all over his suit, such as: “how many feet are there in a fathom? 6”; “What three-word slogan was named the most popular advertisement ever in a 2000 poll? Beanz Meanz Heinz”; and his own personal saying, “Where do snitches end up? In ditches”.
Following Paul was the unsurprising double act. Big Tom and Hemsy. They had come dressed as Snakes and Ladders. Tom had glued a giant toy python to his all-black outfit, and Chris had stuck a cardboard ladder to the front and back of his all-white outfit. Simple, yet effective.
Then came Evans who was dressed as Noughts and Crosses, despite numerous comments from RDJ about it not being a board game. His back was full of paper noughts and crosses stuck to his top but his front had a similar material to Scarlett’s where the cast could play their own game on his front and then wipe it off for the next players.
You scanned little Tom next. He had gone all out with his outfit, dressing up as Operation. He was wearing a light pink coloured top and matching trousers and had stapled all the pieces of operation to their correct areas, such as the butterfly, the spare rib and the wish bone. He’d also used face paint to paint his nose a dark shade of red. Adorably creepy in a way.
Last, but certainly not least, was the man himself. Robert Downey Jr. He came as the popular game Cluedo. And boy did he look fancy. He wore a top hat that had a giant question mark stuck to it, and a tuxedo with a long sweeping tail attached to the jacket. Neatly placed all over his black suit were the names of the suspects, the names of the rooms and the names of the weapons - all written in white. He looked splendid.
“Twister. How unusual. I love it,” Robert said, the others nodded in agreement.
“Thanks, you all look incredible,” you said.
Little Tom held out his arm and led you to the dance floor where you spent the next hour dancing the night away. Big Tom and Hemsy were owning the dance floor with their moves. Many party classics blared through the speakers, including 5,6,7,8...which you knew the dance off by heart but RDJ had to be taught the moves by you and little Tom.
Another hour passed and you were sat with Scarlett, Liz and Paul in the other room where the music wasn’t so loud. Seb was with you but he had asked Liz to get him a drink and she played the uno reversal so now he was on drinks duty.
“Paul, can I borrow your suit just so I can literally look smarter?” You asked, he chuckled.
“Maybe I can just follow you around and relay the facts for you,”
“You could be the Yoda to my Luke. Though I think you’re too big to sit on my back,” you said.
“Here’s your punch,” said Seb, returning with two cups for him and Liz.
“Finally, what took you so long?” she asked.
“I stopped in the party room, Anthony and little Tom are having a competition to see who can do the macarena better,” he said.
“But...the macarena is the macarena…” you said, confused.
“Try telling them that. Tom insisted that the Brits do it better apparently.”
“Well, we do have some absolute bangers,” you chuckled. Paul agreed.
“So where did you get that dress?” Scarlett asked you.
“The joke shop down the highstreet. I was walking past it last week and found it in the window. Thought it would be perfect,” you shrugged.
“Until Mackie gets over excited and plays Twister on you,” Seb said.
“I’d like to see him try,” you replied.
“Ah, here’s the gang. What are you all doing in here?” Robert said, entering the room with big Tom and Evans.
“We’re just sat chatting….wait, have you left Holland and Mackie alone?” Seb asked.
“They’re fine, Chris is with them,” Tom replied. You tilted your head at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe I should check on them…” Tom said, you nodded and he left the room.
“Soooo, how’s it going?” Evans asked everyone.
“We’re all fine but Y/N is a bit twisted,” Seb said. Everyone laughed but you bonked him on the head, making the dice jolt.
“Oi!”
You giggled and slapped the plastic hat again, the dice landed on a 6.
“Eyy I get another go!” You cheered before bonking him on the head again. He sighed but chuckled.
“Well it’s nice to see her dressed as an actual board game,” Robert said, turning to Evans.
“Hey, that’s not fair! Noughts and crosses is a board game!” Evans protested.
“I wanna play,” you said. Evans smiled at you.
You got Liz to play with you and you went first. You decided to play as noughts and took the bottom left corner. After a few rounds, you got a straight diagonal line. You cheered as Liz huffed, but she congratulated you nonetheless.
“I wanna play pictionary now,” you said, turning to Scarlett. She smiled and handed you a whiteboard pen. You thought for a moment then began drawing.
You pressed down on Scarlett’s outfit to make sure you could draw properly. You ran the pen down her stomach and she giggled.
“Hey, careful, that tickles,” she said. You blushed and apologised but continued. Everytime the pen went over a certain spot Scarlett would giggle but she never flinched.
“Okay, I’m done,” you announced. Everyone leaned forward and groaned once they saw it.
“Really? You know none of us can say that,” Seb said.
“First one to say it correctly wins,” you shrugged. You had drawn Mjolnir, something that everyone struggled to say.
“Midge-oh-lair,” said Liz.
“Mjohn-ler,” said Seb.
“Me-joln-ier,” said Evans.
“Hey! It’s Mjolnir!” came a voice from the door. Hemsy had just walked in with Mackie, little Tom and big Tom.
“We have a winner,” you grinned and everyone groaned again.
“Okay now I wanna play snakes and ladders,” you said. You scrambled to your feet and launched yourself at Hemsy, climbing up his tall body and clinging to him like a koala. He laughed.
“Okay, and what do we do now?” He chuckled. You shrugged and hugged him tighter, he returned the favour.
“As nice as this is, princess, I can’t carry you around the rest of the evening,” Hemsy said.
“Alright, hang on. Gotta complete the game,” you said. You motioned big Tom to come nearer and leaned over to hug him. Your legs followed and wrapped around his waist before you slid down his body and landed on the floor. Tom laughed.
“Impressive,” he said. You lay flat at the floor and looked at him, giggling.
“You’re very playful today,” big Tom said.
“I’m just happy to be here,” you giggled, he smiled at you.
“Alright my turn, I wanna play twister,” Mackie said, launching himself at you.
“WAIT!” You cried, panicked by his sudden movement. Mackie didn’t listen.
“I’m not doing anything! I need someone to give me an instruction,” he said.
“Right foot red,” Seb said. Mackie lifted his foot and put it on the first red spot he could see, directly on your tummy. You giggled as he adjusted his foot, rubbing it against your tummy.
“Noho Anthony!”
He looked and realised what he was doing, then smirked and vibrated his foot on your tummy again. You giggled louder.
“The twister mat is making noises, how do I turn it off?” He asked.
“Um, try putting your left hand on yellow,” little Tom piped up. Mackie grinned as he spotted a yellow spot on your ribs. He put his hand down and gave them an “accidental” squeeze.
“Hehey!” You shrieked.
“Didn’t work Holland, anyone else?” Mackie said.
“Try right hand green,” Scar said, smirking. Mackie placed his right hand on the green spot on your side and squeezed again.
“Stohop!” You cried.
“Right well that didn’t work, and I can’t put my left foot on it otherwise I would break it. Any other ideas?” he said.
“You may have to push a few buttons, try turning it off and on again,” Paul said. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and shook his foot on your tummy. You screeched loudly.
“Nope, still making noises,”
“Let me have a look,” Liz said. Mackie had you pinned below his hands and foot. You started to giggle as you felt a single finger run up your neck.
“Nonono Lizzie!” You squeaked as she dragged a nail up the other side.
“There must be an off button around here,” she teased. She gently scribbled all her nails into your neck. You scrunched up your shoulders and shrieked.
“NOHOHOHO!”
“Definitely not here, you sure it’s not there Mackie?” Lizzie asked. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and your giggles turned to laughter.
“Nope, no no, that’s made it worse,” he said. “Someone try a blue spot!”
Evans jumped up and ran over to help. He found a blue spot right on your hip, he placed his hand over it and started squeezing.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” You screamed. Trying to buck your body was impossible with Mackie still pinning you.
“Dammit Evans you turned the volume up!” Mackie yelled.
“Maybe the problem lies outside of the mat itself,” big Tom piped up.
“What you saying Hiddleston? That we’re the problem?” Mackie asked.
“Not at all, just that there appears to be parts connected to the mat, but not part of the mat itself,” Tom said, putting his hand on his chin. He slowly approached you and swiped a single finger under your knee. You kicked it away.
“Now it’s malfunctioning,” Mackie informed him. Tom hummed and swiped a finger under your other knee. You kicked again. He then spider tickled under both your knees and you shrieked loudly.
“PLEHEHEASE I’M NOHOT BROKEN!” You screamed.
“God DAMN you made it talk!” Mackie yelled.
“I know what the issue is,” Robert said, stepping forward.
“Do go on?” big Tom said.
“You need to hit all the pressure points at once. It’s like a giant reset button, wear it down till it reboots itself,” he said. Everyone looked at each other.
“Position yourselves,” Robert instructed.
Mackie stepped off of your stomach and knelt by your left side, Seb knelt by your right. Lizzie was still up by your neck and big Tom by your knees. Scarlett was by your right shoulder, Paul by your left. Evans positioned himself by your hips, little Tom the other side by your thighs. Hemsworth and Robert sat next to your feet.
“Nonononono please!” You cried.
“Rebooting systems in 3…” Robert began.
“No please!”
“2…”
“Wait!”
“1…”
“No wait I’m not brOHOHOHOKEN!” You cried as everyone attacked you at once. No one was pinning you down but you could hardly twist and turn with 10 people tickling all your spots at once. They were all ruthless and yet...you sort of loved it.
“PLEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHO!” You cried, flailing your arms around. Mackie and Seb were squeezing up and down your sides and across your tummy, Lizzie was tickling deep into your neck, Scar and Paul had just caught an arm each and pinned it upwards so they could tickle your underarms, big Tom was scratching under your knees and squeezing the tops, Evans was squeezing and scribbling into your hips, little Tom was scratching up and down your thighs and Hemsy and Robert had grabbed a foot each to tickle. It was pure torture.
“KEEP GOING, IT’LL WEAR DOWN EVENTUALLY!” Robert yelled over your screams of laughter. Everyone picked up the speed and you screamed louder than ever before.
You now had your arms and legs pinned by Scar, Paul, Robert and Hemsworth so you tried to buck your hips as much as possible and scrunch up your shoulders to protect your neck but it was no use.
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” You cried. You let out another loud scream and fell into a silent laughter. Tears filled your eyes to the point where you couldn’t even see Lizzie kneeling over you.
“Reboot complete,” Robert instructed. He stopped tickling your foot and one by one the rest of the cast followed and ceased their attack. You lay there, taking in deep breaths of air.
“You alright twisty?” Mackie asked, sliding up to your head. You nodded, letting out residue giggles. Evans gave you a hand up and propped you up against the sofa.
“You...are...all...evil…” you breathed out. Everyone chuckled.
“You were in a playful mood, we wanted to join,” Evans said, winking at you.
“I never knew you were so ticklish,” Hemsworth said.
“So would you be if 10 people ganged up on you,” you replied. He laughed and nodded in agreement. Little Tom sat down next to you.
“You okay?” He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You nodded.
“Yeah...that was fun,” you clamped your mouth shut after realising what you just said.
“Fun eh?” little Tom teased, quickly spidering your side to make you giggle again.
“We had fun too if that’s any consolation? Could go for round two if you want,” big Tom said. You looked at him and smiled.
“Not today I don’t think, you guys well and truly broke me,” you said, everyone laughed.
“I think I’ve already decided on the theme for next year,” Robert said. Everyone turned to him.
“Tickle Me Y/N,” he said, “where everyone has to bring a random object to tickle Y/N with. First to make her say stop wins.” He winked at you and you blushed and hid your head in little Tom’s shoulder. He chuckled and stroked your head.
“Now that will be a fun theme,” Mackie replied.
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The Medic (part one)
Warning - accident / injury
A/N - I've taken a little liberty on the plot of Peaky... This scene totally didn't happen in real life but I needed it for this so... Forgive me?
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"Y/n, it's a few days helping at a film shoot, not open heart surgery!!" Your friend Kate laughed from the bottom of the stairs as you lugged a suitcase down them.
"You know, you could be helping me instead of standing there mocking me..." You groaned. Yes the suitcase might have been a slight over exaggeration, but your years as an A&E doctor had taught you to always be prepared, and expect the unexpected.
You and Kate jumped in her car and headed up the M6 to Liverpool from your hometown of Stoke on Trent. Kate was the onset medic for series 4 of Peaky Blinders, and she'd asked you to come help while her colleague was on leave. You had booked the week off work, and with no other plans you decided to go for it. A few hours a day dealing with the odd graze or cut, as oppose to heart attacks and broken bones? Still sounded like a holiday in your book!
After a doze in the car, she nudged you as you pulled into the hotel car park. The Titanic Hotel - Five Star luxury, indoor pool and gym.. and all paid for by the Peaky producers? You were in for a fun week!
"Oh and don't forget a week with Cillian Murphy..." Kate grinned.
"Oh behave, he's not even that good looking!"
"Wait til you see him in person. My GOD those eyes are intense."
"Sounds like someone's got a crush themselves!"
"Babe if I wasn't married I'd be riding that man like a fucking horse. Come on - we need to check in and unpack. Anto called me earlier, dinner's in an hour."
After unpacking your ridiculously heavy suitcase full of medical equipment, you quickly showered and changed into your black jeans and dark purple blouse. Putting the finishing touches to your makeup, Kate rushing you again.
"Okay, okay I'm ready!!" You laughed, grabbing your handbag and following her down the stairs to the restaurant.
The restaurant was huge.. you were led by the waiter to a back room sealed off from the other guests. As you walked inside you couldn't help but gasp at the people in front of you. The full cast were there - Paul, Sophie, Finn, Natasha... You felt so starstruck you didn't even notice Harry walk over to Kate and hug her in front of you.
"Y/n? You in there?" She asked, laughing at your gormless face.
"What? Oh sorry! Yes, I'm fine, just... No I'm fine. Totally fine."
Harry held out his hand and introduced himself, you took it and smiled.
"He's not here yet." Kate whispered as Harry headed to the bar. You rolled your eyes - where she'd got this fixation about you being attracted to a man you had barely heard of before Peaky Blinders, you'd never know.
The bell in the corner of the room suddenly rang, calling everyone to their seats for dinner. You checked the table plan and sat down on the table marked 'The Garrison', Kate heading to the one marked 'Charlies Yard'. Taking your seat before everyone else, you felt extremely nervous, until the seat next to you was pulled out and they sat beside you.
"You're new?" He asked, sitting down. You glanced to your right into a pair of ocean blue eyes. Cillian Murphy himself had just sat himself down at your table, right next to you.
"I am indeed - the new medic. Covering Louise while she's on leave. I'm Y/n."
"Cillian. Good to meet you. Hopefully, and I mean this in the nicest possible way, I won't see too much of you. Can't say the same for my costars..."
"Oh god, why?" You chuckled.
"I broke someone's nose in series one, stomped on a foot in series two, and last series I think I punched Tom Hardy..."
"Right, so I need to be onset at the same time you are then?"
"Highly recommended!" He laughed. Well you'd never admit it, but Kate was right. Those eyes in person certainly were mesmerising...
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The following morning you were geared up and ready to go. The set was ready, actors in place. The scene was to be quite the spectacle. Tommy and Arthur in the Garrison, with one of the Peaky Boys who'd betrayed them. The shot would be fired into the ceiling via the man's head. Easy. That easy, you were certain you wouldn't be needed, but your contract stated you or Kate needed to be present at all times, so here you were. Kate was on a different set.
You watched it play out in front of you - it was fascinating seeing it live. Cillian's acting truly was out of this world, you were awestruck. The gun was fired into the ceiling - a warning shot before the man was actually hit. What surprised you was the live round that had been used - you weren't sure if that was planned or someone had loaded it wrong, but it was definitely real. No one batted an eyelid though, so must've been planned... what happened next was certainly not planned.
Dust trickled from above Cillian, light enough for him not to notice, but under the lighting you could see it. You looked up and saw it - the ceiling was crumbling. You knew a set like this used serious rigging to hold it up, but that rigging looked severely unstable right now trying to hold a ceiling up that was on a mission to come down... Right over the boys heads...
"Stop filming, get out of the way!!!" You screamed but it was too late. Within seconds, the rigging, the ceiling, the light fixtures... All of it fell to the floor. Anto held you back, powerless to stop it. As the dust settled you looked at the set, hoping against hope no one had been hit. Paul was at the bar, most of it missing him apart from what looked like a graze on his arm. The traitor boy had quickly fled out of the way and was unharmed.
Where was Cillian?
#cillian murphy#cillian smut#cillian x fem!reader#cillian fanfic#cillian x smut#cillian murphy x smut
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Hear me out..kay?
'70s John Lennon with younger female home assistant reader getting into a lil dispute because John thinks he let himself go after the Beatles broke up, but the reader believes otherwise and it ends up in the two of them having passionate/slightly rough sex because he's more or so angry with himself than anything? And the two of them are really close too, like John allows her to watch Julian and Sean when he's at the studio or on business trips?? And the two boys genuinely like her???
(a universe where he isn't married to yoko ((no hate intended)) and is single and happy that way..)
Oh my god, I love this idea! 70s john is so pretty. I love how he looks as he gets older. it’s like fine wine. Some of the ages might not add up but we’ll call this an AU for the sake of consistency!
Warnings: Some smudges of angst, smut, insecurities, language
Also it got WAY longe than I expected so i got a little carried away.
As John slept, he dreamt he sat perched on a throne made bones. It overlooked a high cliff that faced the ocean where the wind burned his face and he could hear seagulls screaming in the background.
He was alone. For once he wished he had the screaming crowds and bandmates calling his name. But only the shrieking gulls filled his ears.
The dream seemed to go on for two lifetimes and the atmosphere felt staticky as the waves repeatedly crashed against the shores and hit the rocks. At times he could feel the soft kiss of saltwater sprinkling against his face.
He blinked for the first time in what felt like ages and suddenly his throne of bones began to collapse, he grasped at them panicked as he desperately tried to prevent himself from falling. Just as his footing slipped John shot up in his bed breathing heavily. He blinked to clear the bleariness that had settled from sleep and palmed his bedside table for his glasses and crudely wiped them on his sheets to clear the fingerprints before slipping them on.
Suddenly the room was clear, and the sound of gulls was replaced with Sean’s squealing laughter. It helped John feel grounded in his brief moment of panic. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Christ, what did he have to do today again? John ran his fingers through is knotted hair and slipped out of his bed. Right, he had to do several interviews to promote his new album and single that was just released then he had a dinner party. He grimaced at the thought of having to sit for several hours with a group of yuppies and pretend to enjoy their conversation.
As John walked through is bedroom he slipped on a pair of slippers and his dressing gown before stopping in front of his full length mirror. He gave his belly a firm pat, he’d lost a significant amount of weight in the last five years, mostly from depression, but it was still a small victory in his eyes. Atleast he had that going for him.
The bedroom door open and John found himself lured to the kitchen by the smell of syrup and pancakes. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile, “You’re early.” He greeted you.
You shrugged your shoulders, not looking up from the batter as you poured it into the skillet, “I know I thought my exam was going to take much longer than it did.” You said sheepishly. John had been gracious enough to accept you as his assistant and sometimes nanny. He was nice and the job helped you learn a lot about public relations and management, which is what you had hoped to do after you’d graduated from university.
“Do you want some pancakes? Sean helped with them.” You said waving the ladle towards John.
He shrugged, still groggy from sleep. He really didn’t want any, but the way Sean stared at him with his big black eyes begging changed his mind. He sighed after his idle moment in thought and nodded his head, “I suppose I should see what the little chief has made for us.” He smiled and ruffled the kid’s hair.
After breakfast John rushed to get ready, “And you’re okay with taking Julian to piano lessons? Remember Sean still needs to finish that cough medicine from his cold earlier last week, and they can’t stay up past-” he rushed out his of things that he now only worried about due to having children.
You placed your hand on John’s arm and gave him a look, “John I’ve worked with you for almost three years, I think I can handle a day of babysitting. Julian will get to piano lesson on time and Sean will get his medicine; and don’t worry I won’t give them any sugar past 6pm.” John chose to ignore the little wink you gave Julian and Sean from the other side of the room.
He let out a sigh and his shoulders relaxed, “I know, I just” Worry I’m not good enough, his intrusive thoughts echoed in his mind and he shook his head before sharply inhaling, “I just worry about them, you know how it is.” You didn’t, you weren’t a parent. But you understood a little bit with where he was coming from.
You gave John a sympathetic nod and patted his shoulder, “Go on, you’re going to be late for the interview.” You said and turned him, pushing him towards the door.
A small smile settled on John’s face, it didn’t matter if he left for 8 hours or a full week, he still gave you the same reminders and the same list when Yoko or Cynthia couldn’t take the kids. John rushed out the door and you turned towards the boys and grinned at them. They were both nice, Julian had a wee bit of an attitude, but you chocked it up to him being in double digits while Sean was a curious and surprisingly even-tempered boy.
You made sure Julian got to and from piano lessons okay and wrestled with Sean to take the last dose of his medication, bribing him with some cookies. The remainder of the afternoon and evening you watched a movie with them, walked in the park, and drew pictures of the cats.
At lunch time John called to check in on the boys and to let you know it was going to be a late night, after reassuring him everything was fine you resumed your conversation with Sean about some fabulous story he was making up.
John sat at the dinner party, poking at his food and listening to his scientist friend tell them about a fancy new machine they got at work. The autoclave used immense amounts of heat and pressure to sterilize items, nothing survived the autoclave. In that moment John decided he saw some of his own likeness in the machine. As the voices turned to mumbles and John fell deep into thought he found that his own heart was harsh an inhospitable, much like the machine. That was why he was mostly alone in his 17-room apartment in New York City. His two wives couldn’t even make his home their home, and when he received a phone call from Cynthia or Yoko saying they were coming to pick the children up or to send them home on the morrows next fight he couldn’t say it struck him by surprise.
As the evening grew late you put Sean to bed and then an hour later you sent Sean to bed, much to your surprise neither of the boys fought with you tonight over why it was unfair they had different bedtimes or how they should be allowed to stay up later because it was summertime.
Infomercials from the television droned in your ears and lulled you to sleep as you sprawled out on the couch. A hand touching your shoulder caused you to jump and you blinked before John came into focus, “I’m home, you can stay the night in the guest room. It’s too late for you to go home alone.” He said kindly.
You rubbed your eyes and groggily sat up, “How did the meetings go today?” You asked after a deep yawn.
John’s face scrunched up, the way it did when he was frustrated and deep in thought, “It was alright.” He shrugged.
“What do you mean alright? You just released a new single, no one had an opinion on it?” You asked as you made your way through one of the many long hallways that made up his Dakota apartment.
John followed you, hoping for conversation and company, “I don’t know, I must have termites in me brain or something.” He frowned leaning against the door of the bathroom and watching you rummage through the cabinet for your spare toothbrush. Your movements moved on memory and you pushed aside the antacids and ibuprofen to get to the toothbrush you kept in the back of the medicine cabinet. The familiarity in your actions made John feel comforted.
“what do you mean?” You asked before you began brushing your teeth. You watched as John shifted, leaning against the door jam. He felt uncomfortable. You could tell.
He looked away from you, “I’m washed up I suppose.” He dug his shoe into the grout of the bathroom tile, “No one wants to listen to a former Beatle without the other three.” John wanted to open up to you but his body felt like an unstable bag of foam and bones and his ability to speak clearly vanished.
You spat out your toothpaste and wiped the remainder off with the towel that hung on the wall, “Oh come off it,” You scolded him, “You don’t mean that do you?”
Now it was your turn to follow John as he walked through the house, kicking his shoes off and tossing his jacket to the side, “That’s how it seems.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, “Every time I talk to one of these hokey television people, they just rub it in me face how successful Paul or George are doing.” He frowned, “And I’m just sitting here, a one hit wonder. No songs in the last five years.” He tugged open the door to his wardrobe and pulled out sleeping cloths and tossed them onto the bed, “Paul’s got his 87 children, and his new better band. What do I have?” His cheeks started turning red and his thick brows furrowed.
You listened to him complain about his imperfections, he obviously needed to get them off his chest, “John,” You said softly interrupting his monologue, “You don’t mean that.” You bluntly said.
John looked away from you and huffed loudly, “First I get called the fat Beatle, then I get torn to shreds for saying one thing about Christianity and now I can’t even write a damn song anymore.” He angrily pulled his shirt over his head, “If I can’t even write a damn song what use am I?” He continued to mumble to himself and tug the thin and worn sleep shirt over his head and stuck his arms through the hole.
You walked forward and boldly grabbed John’s wrist as he reached for his lounge pants, “Stop it,” You said in the same tone of voice you used to scold one of the children, “I don’t want to hear you say bad things about yourself that aren’t true.” Your brows knit together as John turned to look at you.
His eyes narrowed to little slits as he studied your face. John felt as though the throne of fame he once sat upon was now crumbling, much like in his dream “You’re just an assistant, you don’t know anything.” He said coldly and shrugged you off.
You know he didn’t mean it, but the words stung, “Yeah, I’m just your assistant who watches your kids, and takes them to piano lessons, and does your laundry, and brings you take away when you are too sad to leave your room.” You shot back.
Your words hit John like a 10-ton truck, and he looked at you shocked, none of his assistants had ever been this bold before. They all cowered beneath the mighty John Lennon, but you were different. Your tongue was just as sharp as his, and he hated to admit it; but he liked the way your brows furrowed, and your eyes ignited with fire every time you argued back at him. He wanted to get a rise out of you, so he pushed you, “I pay you for it, don’t go around thinking you’re special. I could post your job in the paper and have hundreds of college kids lining up to work for me.” He hissed stepping towards you.
You were backed into a wall, literally and figuratively, you felt at a loss for words. John was right and you both knew it, what was the worst that could happen if you pushed back a bit? “Do it, I dare you.” You scoffed and moved to push past him, “Surprised anyone would like to work for a washed-up Beatle.” You mumbled under your breath knowing that he would hear you.
John brought his arm up and pushed you back into your spot between the wall and pushed his lips against yours. It was hard and messy; your teeth clicked together, and your noses knocked. It took a moment for you to realize what was happening until John roughly shoved his knee between your legs. You let out a whimper feeling him pull away and start leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and trailing down to your neck. Your chest heaved against him and you swallowed thickly, and you desperately tried to focus as he continued to latch onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, “John.” You whined and ground yourself against his thigh.
He loved how you practically purred his name as you spoke. John’s hands pushed down on your hips, helping you as you slid against his thigh with wanton need. Your breathy sighs sent a shiver that crept down his spine and settled in his belly, “We can stop, just say it and I’ll stop.” He said rubbing his nose along your jaw.
You swallowed thickly, “Please don’t,” You didn’t want to go back now.
John pulled away and pulled you by your wrist before pushing you back onto the bed. You bounced back against the plush large mattress and laid against the pillows and watched as John knelt between your legs. He rubbed his hands along your thighs and kissed you’re the skin that had become exposed from your shirt riding up and pushed it up more. He sucked and left kitten licks as he exposed more of you stomach and chest, kissing between your breasts and sucking at the soft skin on the sides.
John peeled your shirt off and in one swift movement your breasts were exposed and your top and underclothes tossed aside. He dove against your neck again, deepening the marks he’d already left prior and adding new ones, nipping at the skin and inhaling your scent. You reached your fingers and laced them in his soft long hair. You’d always wondered how it felt and how it smelt. You found yourself burying your nose into the side of his head and breathing deeply. He smelled like stale smoke, the gum he always chewed as a nervous habit, and like his eucalyptus shampoo. It made your brain feel dizzy.
Your legs wrapped around John’s narrow hips and pulled him flush against you. He groaned feeling your heat against his awakening erection and ground against you. he felt like he was 18 again, sneaking home some blurry faced bird through the back door at Mimi’s after coming home too late. But this felt better, it wasn’t some random company for the night; it was you.
The assistant he hired on a whim because he needed someone to watch Sean while he flew to LA for recording, the same person who folded his laundry, the first person he told of his divorce from Yoko. Even in his dream as he stood alone on the edge of the cliff as his throne collapsed, he knew if he called your name you would come.
Now, here he was; swallowing your moans eagerly in his mouth and listening as you left ragged breathy gasps in his ear as he ground against you. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your pants before he finally gave up and pulled them open, the small button popping off and bouncing to the other side of the room. John kissed your hips and along the lower half of your stomach and it twitched.
You squirmed, looking down and seeing his intently focused face as he yanked down your underwear and jeans and carelessly tossed them aside. You suddenly became aware of your nakedness as you stared down at John, fully clothed in a loose sleep shirt and the pants he wore today. Your eyes trailed his body and you sat up, tugging at his shirt. Your movements were hesitant and less confident than his. John’s hands guided his shirt up and he tugged it off, throwing it to join the rest of your discarded cloths and you ran a hand along his chest. Admiring the freckles and imperfections that made him distinctly human. He pulled back and shrugged his pants off and resumed his spot between your legs, pushing you back down.
John kissed the sides of your knees and made his way up your thighs, “Is this okay?” He murmured.
You shivered feeling his lips moving against your legs and nodded your head, urging him to continue. The pit of nervousness that settled in your belly violently vanished as you felt John’s hot tongue swipe between your folds and lap at you, “Jesus Christ,” You gasped out.
You could feel John smirk as he hooked his arms under your legs and pulled you close. He spread you apart, groaning and rubbing your clit with his thumb, “Has anyone ever done this to you before?” He asked glancing up at you.
You swallowed thickly and shook your head, “N-no,” You choked out.
John hummed acknowledging your answer and licked at your core again, taking his time to trace lazy shapes around the bundle of nerves. It sent a tingle that rang through your whole body, from the tips of your toes to your fingers and you desperately reached for John’s hair to keep him in place.
Your toes curled and you pressed John’s face closer against you and bucked your hips, grinding against his face. He groaned and pressed back, pulling you closer against his face. The plug between your brain and mouth disconnected and your mind felt like it was swimming. The string in your stomach tightened as you continued to grind against John’s tongue as he lapped at you. Your soft breathy sighs climbed in pitch before it snapped and your hips squirmed against him. John firmly held you down and he harshly rubbed your clit. The burning sensation caused your toes to curl, your eyes to blissfully shut, and made your legs shake. Your hips tried to jerk away from his hand, but he held you down, watching you writhe, jaw hanging slightly ajar.
“St-op” You choked out and gripped his wrist, letting out a sob as he pushed you to your peak once again. Your chest heaved and your legs shook as it washed through you. You curled into yourself and your face scrunched up.
John left you no room to breathe as he pulled your face close to his and captured your mouth in an open mouth. His tongue explored your mouth and you could taste yourself. You gripped at his forearms and pulled him back down, thumbing his briefs and tugging them down. John smiled against your mouth as he wiggled out of them, twisting his legs and shifting before he finally gave up and broke your kiss for a moment to tug them the rest of the way down.
You reached to kiss him and frowned as he pulled away, settling between your legs and rubbing his cock teasingly between your wet folds before he pushed in. You gasped, feeling John stretch you as his pelvis pushed against the back of your legs. He sat there for a moment and his face reached up and cupped yours as he hovered just inches away from your face.
You brought your hand up and placed it on John’s, his thumb traced your bottom lip and he slowly moved his hip, pushing deep inside you. Your mouth fell open and you let out a soft moan. John eagerly took the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth and pushed harder into you as your lips wrapped around it.
John’s hands gripped your hips as his picked-up speed, pulling them against him and making your skin slap together. He fell over you and you wrapped your arms around him pulling his body close to yours. His head fell next to your shoulder and he messily kissed up your shoulder and up to the side of your mouth before you captured his. Your kiss lacked tact and was only motivated by wanton need for each other. Your teeth clanked harshly together, and you clung to John as though he would vanish from you in an instant.
John broke the kiss and latched onto your neck once again, nipping at the skin and leaving a lingering and dull pain as he continued his trail before settling near your ear. John’s grunts and soft breathy sighs were perhaps the best sound’s you’d ever heard. In that moment you didn’t care that your bodies stuck together with sweat, or that your head kept bumping against the headboard.
You found yourself reaching for John and whimpering as he pulled away and hooked his arms under your knees and brought them up, leaning onto you and pushing deeper inside you. Your back arched off the mattress as he pulled back and began to slowly rut deep inside you.
John clenched his teeth together and hissed, feeling your walls twitching around him as he continued his languid pace, “Please,” You said softly, your brows knit together and your eyes looking helplessly up at him.
His lips spread into a knowing smirk, “Please what?” His voice sounded ragged and strained as he continued to tease you.
“More please,” You barely recognized the whiny tone of your voice.
“Yeah?” He asked and harshly snapped his hips against yours, “Like that?” He asked snapping them again. The headboard lightly tapped the wall as John’s thrusts grew harder and faster while your staccato moans followed jointly. John watched you, your mouth hanging open and skin shiny from the combination of his and your sweat that coated your body. He felt more human in this moment than he’d felt in a long time.
John’s brows knit together, and his thighs clenched, he didn’t want this to end. You pulled his arms and pulled him close to you, not caring if it seemed like you were being clingy, “Come inside me,” You breathed out next to his ear.
John’s body seized up and he huffed out a shaky haggard breath before he came, holding you close against his body and riding out the high that fogged over his senses.
For a moment he laid on top of you, softening inside you but enjoying the intimate closeness the two of you shared in your post coital haze. John kissed your shoulder before pulling back and kissing your lips. He pulled back and the two of you smiled at each other.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
You couldn’t help but turn your head and breath out a small laugh before John rolled over to your side. The two of you laid on top of his wrinkled duvet staring at each other. You pursed your lips and remembered what you said earlier, “I didn’t mean it, what I said.” You said sheepishly looking away.
John’s expression was soft as he looked at you, “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it either.” He said his arm now resting on your shoulder. He pulled you against his bare chest and you pushed your knee between his legs, entangling your bodies together as John held you.
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“Saving Him“ - Embry Call x Reader
Request: “what if in eclipse when Jacob gets hurt instead it’s actually the reader that gets hurt because she saves Embry because they’ve imprinted on each other?!?”
The adrenaline pumping through my veins was absolutely intoxicating. We came into the newborn battle ready to get it done and get it done fast. Tearing through vampires like a hot knife through butter.
Though, the issue of Embry and I constantly worrying for each other was quite prominent. I had to admit that he handled himself well, he probably got more leeches than the rest of us. It was difficult to watch your significant other in a deadly battle, especially with the bond we shared. He begged me to stay out of it, he was too worried something would happen. But I needed to fight just as much as the rest of us, it was equally my job.
After they were all destroyed and the Cullens lit them ablaze, I felt him nuzzling his snout into my side.
It was the calm after a storm; until a newborn we must’ve missed walked out from the opposite side of me. Embry immediately jumped onto it, but it didn’t look like it would turn out well. He didn’t get him at the right angle, he just went for it.
“Embry, don’t!” Edward yells.
It was the deafening whines escaping Embry’s lips. The man had him by the neck, I instinctively sprung into action. I ripped him off of Embry, ready to kill the leech.
He scurried to the side, trying to catch his breath and gather himself. We tumbled, wrestling each other for dominance. However, I felt a crushing grip on my ribs as we stood up. I was lifted in the air, feeling my ribs get crushed.
I let out a whine as I fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Paul and Sam jumped in, taking the man down. I laid there trying to scream, but nothing came out. It was unimaginable pain on my right side.
Leah and Embry were the first to my side, as well as Carlisle. He was already inspecting me. Leah and Embry coming over to comfort me as the rest of the pack overlooked.
“Bring her to your house, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Carlisle instructs.
“We’ll see you there.” Sam nods.
I felt myself being lifted, only worsening the pain I felt.
“We gotcha.” Paul whispers.
I groan the whole way back to Billy’s. Anxiously awaiting Carlisle’s arrival.
By the time he showed up, Leah went outside with the rest of the pack to give Carlisle the room to work on me.
“I’m staying here.” Embry insists.
“I don’t know if you should.” Carlisle hesitates.
“I have to.”
After a hesitant nod, Carlisle began to do what he had to do. Sam stayed in the room.
Embry tried to hold my hand but he really couldn’t as Carlisle couldn’t keep shuffling around.
I could barely keep my eyes open, I was clenching them so tight. I couldn’t stop myself from jerking my leg as Carlisle began rebreaking all my bones on my right side. I also couldn’t stop the blood curdling scream from leaving my lungs. I felt the atmosphere around me go from silent to silent. Everyone was listening, surely flinching. I looked over to see Embry, he looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. Thankfully, Sam was there to keep him grounded, reminding him that Carlisle was only doing this to fix me.
“Embry, maybe you should head outside.” I hear Sam whisper, trying to get him to stop watching me.
“No, I have to be here for her.” He chokes.
And once again, their voices were interrupted by my screams.
Though, once Carlisle was finished and the morphine set in, I was in a feverish daze.
“Thank you.” I mutter to Carlisle.
Embry rushed over to my side as soon as Carlisle stood up.
“Thank you again, Carlisle.” Sam shakes his hand.
“Of course. I’ll be back later with a morphine drip. Her high body temperature will burn this dose off quickly.” He smiles softly at all of us before exiting the small home.
Sam followed out after, giving Embry and I some privacy.
“Why would you do that?” He sniffles.
“Well, Em. Not to doubt you, but it looked like you were about to die. I couldn’t sit there and let that happen.” I smirk, unable to really do much else.
“Better me than you, I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Don’t say that. You didn’t lose me. It’ll take more than one leech to get rid of me.” I try to chuckle, but it hurts too much. I felt myself growing more exhausted by the second.
“I really love you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you too, Em.” I smile, eyes drooping closed.
“I’ll be right here when you wake up, baby.” Embry says, holding onto my hand for dear life.
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#embry call#embry call x reader#embry call imagine#quil ateara#jacob black#seth clearwater#leah clearwater#paul lahote#jared cameron#sam uley#twilight#twilight x reader#twilight imagine
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Gift of the gods
pairing: Paul Lahote x female!pagan!reader
Sum: what if the gods did granted readers wish?
warnings: a smal bit of smut please skip that if you’re under 18!
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It was almost twilight when y/n arrived at la push beach with her small backpack, it had been years since the last time that she had been here but it still felt like coming home. She quickly kicked out her shoes so she could feel the earth beneath her bare feet as she walked to what used to be her secret spot. It was a place close to the shoreline that was kept hidden by some bushes and a few trees. If you’d be walking on the beach you’d never see it if someone was sitting there, and that was what she was looking for. She didn’t want people to see what she was about to do, this was something for herself, something she did every time she traveled.
Once she had reached the spot she drops down to her knees in the sand and starts to unpack the five candles and matches that were in the backpack. Colored ribbons decorated four of the candles, she picked up the one with the yellow ribbon and placed it in the east, the one with the red she placed in the south, blue in the west, and green in the north so the four candles formed a circle around her. As she took the matches in her hand she took the time to clear her mind as best as she could so her mind was only in that moment when she started to light each candle. By then the sun was set but it wasn’t completely dark yet, ‘the perfect time’ she thought to herself as she started to cast her protective circle.
“I call the Guardian of the east and the element of air to watch over this sacred circle”
“I call the Guardian of the south and the element of fire to watch over this sacred circle.”
“I call the Guardian of the west and the element of water to watch over this sacred circle.”
“I call the Guardian of the north and the element of earth to watch over this sacred circle.”
With every sentence she spoke she visualized a physical circle forming around her.
Unknown to her there were more than just the element guardians watching her. Hidden behind the treeline 2 wolves were watching the scene unfold curious about what was happening. “she looks familiar” Jared said through the mind link to Paul. “Nah, doesn’t seem familiar to me. Should we report this to Sam? We don’t know what she’s up to.” Paul responded.
“I don’t see harm in the girl, but it might be a good idea to keep an eye on her as long as she’s on that beach.”
So the two kept watching the girl in silence.
Y/n took a deep breath before lighting the last plain white candle and placed it in front of her and started to focus on opening her mind as she spoke.
“God and Goddess, grant me the power of water to accept with ease and grace what I cannot change. grant me the power of fire for the energy of courage to change the things I can. Grant me the power of air for the ability to know the difference, and grant me the power earth for the strength to continue my path.”
After a moment of meditation with her eyes closed, she could feel how her mind eased with the peace she needed.
Suddenly a branch snapped behind her, making her eyes shot open. When she looked over her shoulder in the direction the sound came from she was stunned, two large wolves were looking straight at her. One was dark brown and as soon as the animal had noticed her looking back at them he stepped back disappearing behind the treeline. The other was dark silver like and stared deeply back at her without moving, it’s brown eyes looking so human that she started to doubt if what she was seeing was real. It got so intense that she had to look away at some point but the moment she looked back the wolf was gone. y/n shrugged and blew out the candle in front of her, it was time to go. She thanked the guardians and sent them back on their way before blowing out the rest of the candles and packed everything back into her backpack.
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“Oh baby, that’s it” his deep voice moaned, his warm soft hands guided the movement of her hips while she was on top of him. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, she could feel every vein that ran through his hard cock with every move of her hips. She had never felt this good, this complete and safe. His moans only added up to her arousal and made her in turn also moan out loud every time her clit made contact with his pubic bone. “Yes my love let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.” he practically growled before he lifted her off his lap and turned them so y/n was laying on her back with the brown eyed man on top of her looking at her lovingly.
“I love you, y/n”
Next thing she knew he was thrusting back inside of her while he kissed her passionately.
Her lover held himself up with one hand next to her head while as other hand found it’s place on her clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves in sync with the movements of his own hips.
Y/n was a moaning mess at the mercy of her lover that brought her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. But just before she could fall over the edge and have the most earth-shattering orgasm she was sure she would have a voice called out to her.
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“Wake up sleepyhead! The sunlight is here to greet the day!”
Y/n’s eyes shot open while she groaned. It was just a dream, there was no hot brown eyed man that was making her feel good.
“What do you want Kim, it’s way too early” y/n groaned as she saw her usual shy friend standing in the door opening. Y/n wasn’t a morning person especially after a dream like that.
“Oh, you grumpy cat” Kim chuckled, “Come on, we need to leave soon or there won’t be much breakfast left at Emily’s. And the guys are dying to meet you.”
That’s right, she almost forgot. When a week ago Y/n arrived at her friends’ place Kim was so happy to see her that they had spent most of that time together, catching up on everything that had happened since the last time Y/n was here.
Y/n had spent most of her youth here in La Push, growing up as a foster kid in Kim’s family until another family adopted her at the age of 15. Kim had always been more like a sister to her so even after she had left with her adoptive family she had kept in touch with Kim and her parents.
Now after a week full of quality time and their favorite things done it was time to meet Kim’s boyfriend and his friends in real life. She had already heard a lot about Jared, even before the two got together. Kim was so in love with him that sometimes y/n had to butt in if she wanted to say something. But Y/n was happy that her friend had found someone that treated her right.
“Okay give me a minute to get ready,” Y/n said as she literally rolled out of bed and got up.
Fifteen minutes later y/n was dressed and ready to go. Kim had said that Emily’s place wasn’t that far so they decided to walk the short distance.
“Y/n, I was wondering. So every time you travel or do something important you do that ritual to ask the gods for strength and balance right?” Kim suddenly started knowing about her pagan believes.
“Yeah, why?”
“What if the gods grant your wish? But what if they grant it in the form of a person, like a soulmate?”
Y/n didn’t expect that to be her question because it wasn’t something she had thought of before.
“I don’t know Kim, for me, it’s more something like inner strength. You know. It’s something I want to for myself but hey I’m never turning down a gift from the gods. Especially if that gift is in the form of a hot guy made just for me.” she laughed.
They could hear the laughs of multiple people coming from the little but beautiful house that stood in the middle of an open field surrounded by trees. But the moment the girls started to walk closer to the house the laughing stopped, the sliding door opened and before she knew it Kim was lifted off her feet and spun around in the arms of who she recognized as Kim’s boyfriend Jared.
“Hey, you must be Y/n, Kim has told us a lot about you.” Jared smiled at her once he had placed Kim back onto her own feet, but still kept his arm around her waist.
“Yeah I am, it’s nice to finally meet you. Kim hasn’t shut up about you.” she chuckled making Jared and Kim chuckle too.
“Well come on in, breakfast is served” a sweet voice called out from the small porch.
“Wellcome Y/n I’m Emily”
She thanked her for the invitation before following the small group inside where the kitchen table was already filled with food and a bunch of guys sitting around it.
“Hey, guy!” Kim greeted the guys around the table with a smile before pointing at me.
“This is my sister Y/n, Y/n meet Sam, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Leah, Seth.” Every time Kim said a name a hand shot up with a short “hey” or “hello”. They all seemed like the nice and fun people Kim described them as but wasn’t there supposed to be another guy? If she remembered correctly a guy named Paul was missing from the group but she didn’t press that thought, because soon she was lead to a chair at the table and almost everyone started to fill their plates with food. She had just started to fill her plate too when she heard a voice call out from another room in the house.
“Leave some food for me, you animals!” followed by a warm laugh and footsteps coming closer until a large form filled the door opening on her left. He had broad shoulders, short dark hair, and the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. He hadn’t noticed her yet so she took the opportunity to really look at him, those eyes seemed familiar, he seemed familiar. She had seen him before. His whole being, even his voice made her heart jump in her chest. Then he turned his head and looked straight at her, it seemed like his eyes lighted up in that same recognition, his smile got wider than it already was.
“Hey, you must be Y/n. I’m Paul.” He greeted her before he took a seat on the other side of the table right in front of her.
Then she knew where she knew him from, Paul was the guy from in her dreams. She quickly averted her eyes, afraid he’d notice that she had been staring at him. She quickly looked around her to see if someone had noticed but everyone was having their own conversation, that was until her eyes met those of a smirking Kim. Of course, she had noticed, when Kim winked at her their conversation from earlier sprung in her mind. What if the gods did had granted her wish? Because she was almost sure she had even saw those same eyes a week ago when she was in the middle of her prayer. Could it be that Paul was her gift from the gods, her soulmate?
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