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tintinwrites · 4 years

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what kind of fool am i | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Two

A/N: NOW YOU CAN ALL LEAVE ME ALONE. Nah I’m kidding I loved the response to this story but I am glad I kept you guys waiting to allow myself to write something I kind of like.

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words. Mentions of sexual assault. Hints of PTSD. Lots of general dark emotions here, friends.

Word count: 2,888, apparently!!

Summary: You and Poe are safe now, but perhaps not okay. You won’t even talk to each other until Finn decides to step in.

Part One

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it isn’t mine.

Tags: @the-omni-princess @depresseddarth66 @ginger-swag-rapunzel @lcandothisallday

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Poe tore a muscle in his right shoulder and broke two of his ribs on that side, but he didn't notice it at all.

He watched you on the bed next to him in the med bay, watched you cling to Finn's side as a med droid tried its hardest to analyze your injuries.

You needed to be heavily sedated and he hated himself for it.

It wasn't only the initials on your hip or the injuries to your face that turned you into a terrified mess; it was what he almost let them do to you that broke you.

Everyone was curious to know what you two had witnessed, asking mostly Poe what happened to you, and Leia snapped at them to leave you both alone.

But there was going to be a debriefing.

Poe knew that he would need to tell everything that happened.

He woke the next morning with pain searing in his shoulder and he didn't think he had the right to be taking medicine when you were scarred — physically and also mentally — but Leia ordered for him to come for the debriefing.

It wasn't possible for him to think let alone talk with his muscle burning.

There was a container of pain-relieving capsules on the end table in his quarters and he spilled half of them in his desperate attempts to open it, muttering kriff and downing two of them.

The pain dulled some and he didn't even dare take off the sling on his arm to change clothes, walking to the command center in the shirt he'd fitfully slept in.

His eyes scanned the room for you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

Finn was there, though. And Rey.

He didn't want to say all this in front of Rey, considering her to still be innocent in some aspects that didn't involve the war.

He considered Finn innocent as well, but he knew enough.

The gentle conversations in the command center hushed the moment he stepped into the room, everyone staring at him in ways he hated.

Rey's gaze was soft, like she could cry at any moment.

Finn's knowing, which was why he was not the first of people Poe was hesitant to debrief in front of.

Leia looked to be rather calm, but her eyes held the pity of a mother in them.

And then Jess— fucking Jess who'd punch his injuries and tell him to walk it off was looking at him with pity.

He wanted to walk the hell out, but he was more courageous than this.

His eyes landed on a toggle switch on one of the consoles as Leia began the meeting, only paying attention when she gently asked him to tell her everything.

In what galaxy was he ever courageous? He was an idiot. That's why he was able to fly any ship, and fight, and sass his enemies, and show off. He was never brave.

"We were laying low on the planet and everything was fine," Did his voice sound as flat to them as it did to him? "Me and Y/N were eating dinner when we noticed some commotion in the village...this group of guys were rounding everyone up and threatening to kill them if they didn't tell them where we were. Their leader saw Y/N and I revealed myself to save her, but...but the guy knew..."

He needed to pause, staring hard at that little toggle switch instead of daring to see the expressions of his friends.

"These really huge guys took me into a house they'd set up camp in and tied me up, and then Ric...the lead guy...he brought Y/N in. He grabbed her face real tight, and, um...he asked her name...said we'd have fun..." His brow was furrowed in his attempts not to tear up.

"He punched me when I said it'd be fun to bash his face, and then he...he knew I was trying to protect her and he cut open her shirt with this dagger. He slapped her when she tried to talk and told her she couldn't speak unless she was spoken to, like she was some— a fucking thing for him to play with or something. Then he started hurting her every time I said something he didn't like and he said...he told her that I want more than friendship with her and that she owed me, and he'd give me something fun to 'tighten my pants'. That's when he used the dagger to carve my—" His voice cracked then, the switch blurring in his vision as he wasn't really staring at it and tears entered his eyes.

“—my initials on one of her hips. And I’m an idiot and I insulted him, and he hit her and she—she was knocked out for a second, but he woke her up to...he asked if I wanted to kiss her and he was going to choke her if I didn’t answer him, and I did want to kiss her and he...he woke her up and he kissed her, then he kissed me.”

He chanced a glance at his friends to discover that tears were steadily streaming down Rey’s cheek, Finn’s gaze was entranced by a non-existent speck on his shoes, Leia’s lips were pulled into a frown, and Jess wouldn’t look at him. “He threatened to make her, uh...pleasure me.” He, a man who’d never really been shy when it came to conversations of a sexual nature, stumbled over the mere idea that you might’ve been forced to do that for him. “Then he asked if I wanted to have sex with her and I said no.”

He paused. Smiled bitterly. “I’ve always been a shit liar, you know? Because I did want to fuck her and he knew, and he and his buddy took her into another room to do it for me. That’s when Finn came.”

A weight lifted off his shoulders at his part of the debriefing being over, switching over to Finn.

The smallest weight there’d ever been; he would’ve sank to his knees were the weight he still carried physically on his shoulders.

“I stayed hidden when they took them and tried my best to get to them, but the rest of the men were...killing all the villagers. By the time I found them, one of the guys was on top of her in a bed and....I shot them both.”

“Thank you, Finn. Y/N will probably be waking up from her sedation soon and I’m sure you might be needed.”

You were sedated then. Too terrified and sedated.

Finn looked at Poe with sympathy, then turned to walk out of the room.

And Poe moved to walk out when everyone else was dismissed, but turned when Leia softly called his name.

He thought she might slap him when he moved to stand in front of her and all she did was look at him with a gentle gaze.

“Don’t blame yourself for what they did, Poe.”

“It is my fault.”

“Did you want them to force her to pleasure you?”

“No.”

“Did you want them to hurt her?”

“Hell no.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But you don’t understand.” His voice cracked again, the tears he kept at bay starting to fall from his eyes.

Leia tried to touch his good arm and he yanked away, finding himself unworthy of a caring touch.

“I didn’t stop them! They were doing it to her because of me! He kissed her because I wanted her and they were going to fuck her since I wanted to fuck her.” He emphasized the derogatory word as if it might convince the general that he was truly a depraved person.

“Poe—”

“My initials are going to be scarred on her skin for the rest of her life and you know what? I don’t even fucking blame her if she hates me. Let her hate me.”

“Poe.”

His breaths were quickening until Leia managed to put her hands on either side of his face, making him look down into her sympathetic eyes.

Part of him wanted to fall into her arms right there.

“I want you to calm down and get cleaned up, alright? You’re frightened and you’re very tired.”

“I— okay.” He mumbled in defeat, if only at the idea that getting cleaned up sounded nice.

He went to the refresher in his quarters and turned the sanisteam on, caring very little that the water was even colder than usual since a warm steam was a comfort that you needed and not him.

Washing his body and hair was completely mechanical this time around as his thoughts were centered on everything else.

Those initials.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see them etched into your skin.

He could hear your screaming and weeping.

And he could only imagine your tears as you were reminded any time you changed your clothes or washed yourself; the implication that you belonged to Poe Dameron.

He despised himself when his mind floated to what would happen if you had sex, if your partner asked what the letters meant and if you’d tell them.

Your entire life was ruined thanks to his desire for you being discovered.

The two of you and Finn were blacklisted from missions for the time being, and Poe was half-grateful and half-itching to get in his ship and do something other than walk around wondering about you.

You started appearing outside of Finn’s quarters — though still close to his side — a few days later and he wanted to go fly somewhere even more than before.

Leaving the room to keep you from seeing him and remembering all he’d done to you didn’t seem to be enough, and he wanted to be on another planet to save you the trauma of his very existence.

But he was grounded until further notice and all he could do was make his way carefully through the base to be sure you didn’t see each other.

He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep one night without sneaking out to get food from the dining hall when he knew you wouldn’t be walking around until he jolted awake to a knock on his door.

Confused at first that he’d been sleeping, it took him a moment to realize that there really had been a knock on the door and he rolled onto his feet at the second one, blinking to clear his vision to press the button.

Finn was standing there, looking contemplative and then relieved when his eyes met Poe’s.

“What’s up?”

“Y/N asked for you.”

“Asked for me to do what? Crash into the worst planet nearby? Where the inhabitants will kill me if I don’t die from the impact?”

“Uh...she asked to talk to you?”

Poe shook his head at Finn’s dumbfounded look. “She doesn’t want to talk to me and she doesn’t want to see me. She’s probably talking in her sleep.”

And Finn shoved his hand between the doors to trigger the sensor when Poe tried to shut them in his face. “She asked for you!”

“I’m guessing Leia told you to do this?”

Poe let out a rather undignified yelp as Finn grabbed him by the collar and turned to push him against the wall.

“What the hell, Finn—”

“Look, Poe, I get it, okay? You witnessed some pretty intense shit and I understand that, and I have been doing my best to help Y/N through it, but you’re the only person here who actually understands what they did to her. Do you know what she said to me when she mentioned wanting to talk to you? Why I had to come over here to be the messenger for her?”

“Finn—”

“She said you wouldn’t talk to her because you hate her now.”

The fear in Poe’s eyes at his often gentle friend’s outburst slowly faded into something far more painful at the information that you thought he hated you.

He didn’t want you to have to look into his eyes when he’d let everything happen to you, but he couldn’t let you walk around thinking that he hated you.

Finn released him when he muttered a soft and reluctant okay, brushing off his shirt and sling almost as if he was apologizing for losing his temper. “I didn’t hurt your shoulder, right?”

Poe shook his head and watched as Finn left the room to find you.

He sat on the foot of his bed, planning in his head exactly what he could say to you.

I’m sorry I let them carve my— no. I don’t hate you, I hate myself for nearly letting them assaul— no. I shouldn’t have let them touch— no. It’s my fault for being attracted to you like this, I didn’t want them to make you pleasure— no.

There were a lot of words and moments he didn’t want to hurt you with by mentioning them and upon crossing out all of those words and moments, he was left with quite a short and possibly ineffective speech: I’m sorry.

When the door opened and he lifted his head from where it was laying sullenly in his hands, anything either of you might have said died on your lips.

An awkward tension pulled taut between you upon seeing each other for the first time since you’d been out of your mind being checked by a med droid.

You walked to the bed like you wanted to leave instead and sat next to him, and he gripped onto the edges of the mattress to keep from moving away and hurting your feelings.

It was probably only a minute that passed by in tense silence, but Poe would’ve believed you if you told him it was a year.

“Why would I ever hate you?” He finally asked softly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“—everything that you saw. The initials...the kiss...what they were going to do to me.”

“You mean what I let them do. If anybody should be hating somebody, you should hate me. I didn’t stop them.”

“You were tied up.”

Poe scoffed, looking away.

You tilted your head and furrowed your brow in concern for him, reaching out to touch his hand only to draw back at the last second. “I don’t hate you. I don’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“I already told you.”

“And I disagreed already.”

“That’s because you’re a good person.”

“No, Poe, it’s because you were there with me! You screamed for me! You pleaded for me. You offered to let yourself be hurt for me. They hurt you too...and you sat there and were forced to watch as they tried to do unspeakable things to me. I thought you would hate to be around me with all you’d seen.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw a tear fall from Poe’s eye yet wetness on your own face.

“I should’ve protected you.”

“You did your best. I saw you try. And...and Finn has been really sweet to me, but I need you. I have these dreams where they...kill you and…”

Now your hand did slide over his and his grip loosened on the mattress. “All I wanted to do was make sure you were okay, but you left the room whenever you saw me and I was terrified that you couldn’t bear to look at me anymore.”

He looked at you with his eyes teary and sparkling at once. “I could look at you for hours.”

It wasn’t intended to come out as flirtatious and you didn’t take it like that anyway, moving a little closer.

You hesitantly slipped your hand under his to intertwine your fingers.

“I didn’t want to come here. I was too scared you wouldn’t want to talk to me. But Finn...he told me how much he loved me and that he didn’t mind helping me, but that you and I needed each other to heal. And I...I’m not too sure about you, but I haven’t healed one bit. And I would like to try with you. Maybe we could try? Even though I think you should hate me and you blame yourself, we could learn to heal from that.”

“I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t help to have you around when my thoughts are too much, someone who can understand what I mean when I need to talk about what hurts.”

“And it might be nice to wake up and find you’re perfectly fine.”

“Not perfectly. We’ll try.”

Even though you couldn’t believe Poe was squeezing your hand instead of refusing to touch you.

Even though Poe couldn’t believe you didn’t view him as a monster who didn’t protect you.

You needed each other.

Sulking alone was never going to heal you from what you’d been through together.

As Poe looked down at your trusting gaze, he almost kissed you; but he did not earn such a privilege from someone he failed, and images of the kiss he could still taste flashed through his mind.

But he pressed a light, uncertain kiss on the top of your head, and that was definitely a start.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Hey! How are you? Hope you are doing well!

I read your jealous!percy fanfiction and OH MY GODS is it possible to be in love with a fanfiction because I really was!!

Can I request for a part two??

Please feel free to ignore this if you are busy or cannot do it right now!

I just wanted to say that I really do adore you and your content!!!

Thank you!!!

When I tell you I sat in my room and cried when I saw this ask?!? Thank you so much for your lovely words angel💖🥺they really do mean the world! And I’m so so so happy you enjoy the mess I put out☀️

Your wish is my command so here is Part 2 of the Jealous! Percy fic. There is no jelly Perc in this one but there's enough fluff you may have a cavity after all this sweet👀

Please enjoy!

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Percy puts the final bauble on the Christmas tree and stands back to admire his work. The tree glitters brightly, a combination of tinsel and the soft yellow lights wrapping around the branches. The low melody of Christmas music comes from the small radio sitting on the bookshelf and the coco steaming on his coffee table looks more than inviting. He figures if he, and his band of misfit daddy and/or mommy issue group of friends, couldn't go home for Christmas he would do his best to bring the festivities here. The one person he really wants here is going to California for the holidays, something he hasn't done in years, and although Percy is disappointed he knows his friends will make the most of the time anyway.

He collapses onto his couch, staring at his hard work and takes a small sip from the steaming mug. His laptop is silently playing some Christmas movie or the other and the mountain of notebooks and pens on the table shake precariously. A small collection of weathered envelopes sits to one side; cards for his friends. They had promised no gifts, as they do every year, and instead sought to make the cheesiest, funniest, most tear worthy cards. There were different categories and if you won you got to pick the holiday games or what happens to the losers.

A single knock at his door pulls a frown onto his face. He considers ignoring it, mostly because he wasn't expecting anyone, but it starts back up a moment later and he resigns to a baseball bat and a cautious glance. He eases the door open and bursts out laughing as he sees who's behind it.

"What?" His unexpected guest gives him a wide eyed look, "Did I forget pants or something?"

"I thought you were a really polite murderer."

"What?" Confusion is etched so perfectly across that beautiful face Percy can't help but laugh again.

"Come in my love," He moves out the way and let's his boyfriend pass.

Just as he closes the door again Jason Grace pulls him by the wrist and crashes their bodies together.

"I missed you," The blonde breathes, and he has to hide the shiver that races up his spine at those husky words.

"We saw each other two days ago?"

"Maybe I'm an addict."

"Please kiss me. Right now."

And those blue eyes glitter with joy as their lips meet. It is soft and patient and full of sweet wonder. Jason threads his hands through those black curls and slants his head slightly, trying to get closer, if that were even possible. Percy swipes his tongue across the blonde's lip and his mouth parts in a little gasp. Their kiss deepens, turns to languid exploring and content passion.

When they break apart they are out of breath and the smiles taking over their faces make the sun look dim.

"Missed me that much huh?"

"More," A golden hand strokes his flushed cheek.

"What are you doing here?" He leans into the hand, looks up, into that adoring gaze, "I thought you were going to Cali to be with your father?"

"He has a last minute work trip," The blonde rolls his eyes, "I'd rather spend the holidays with you anyway."

"Well the gang is coming over tomorrow but we have tonight and every day after that all to ourselves."

"Who knew we'd be here?" Jason sighs, laying one of Percy's hands against his thundering heart.

"Not me," He giggles, "I thought I'd be spending my Christmas pretending I haven't been pining over you and maybe drinking unhealthy amounts of coco."

His boyfriend scrunches his nose, "Why do you even like the stuff? It tastes like bitter bean water."

"I think you're talking about coffee," His green eyes sparkle with amusement.

"Ugh don't even get me started on that stuff. Tea is the only valid hot beverage." The blonde huffs as they stow his stuff in the bedroom and flop down on the couch.

"You are such an old man," He shakes his head, rubbing a thumb over his palm.

"What time is everyone else coming tomorrow? And who is?"

"They'll be here between eleven and one because I told them ten. And it's Frank, Haze, Leo, and Reyna. Everyone else is with their families."

Jason snuggles into him, hair tickling his neck as he rests against his shoulders. A muffled yawn escapes him and Percy's heart clenches for the gentleness of the situation.

"You want some tea?"

"No," He yawns again, "I'll need to pee every five seconds in the night."

He laughs, and his boyfriend whips his body up, eyes wide with horror, "Sorry that was probably too much information."

"Are you kidding I’ve seen you throw up your guts because of food poisoning. That was hilarious."

"Shut up," Jason mumbles, golden cheeks heating, "We don't talk about that."

"I think it's the only time I've ever seen you look disheveled."

He shudders, laying his head back on Percy's shoulder, "I never went to feel like that again. I swear I was dying."

They settle into the quiet, the hum of the radiator and the low music still playing from the radio washing over them. Jason intertwines their fingers, tracing patterns against the back of his boyfriend's beautiful brown skin. And that's how they fall asleep, slowly and indulgent. As if they can hang up time on a hook and take it down when they need it next.

When Percy's alarm starts playing the next morning he groans loudly and stretches out. His boyfriend mumbles something and snuggles further into his side. He strokes a hand through those sunlight strands and drops a kiss on his forehead.

"I have to get everything ready, my love."

"Don't leave," He garbles, "You warm."

"I promise I'll be back. Why don't you go sleep in the room. You'll be more comfortable there"

"Want you," His voice is raspy with sleep and Percy has to stop himself from yanking his boyfriend by the hoodie and planting a passion fueled kiss on his lips.

"If I don't set up we'll never be ready by the time the gang comes."

Jason simply holds his arms up, blue eyes unfocused and gives him a lopsided smile. With a sigh that hides his amused affection he loops his arms under the blonde's, wrapping them around his back, and grabs his legs.

"You ready my love?"

A nod, and fumbling kiss into his neck is the reply. And then Percy is lifting up his boyfriend and carrying him through the apartment and into his room.

"Mhmm," Jason hums onto his skin, "Smells like you."

"You like it?"

"Smells good," He bobs his head as he snuggles into the duvet, "Like ocean and rain."

Percy just smiles and brushes his lips across the blonde's gently, "Sleep."

As he turns to walk away Jason catches his wrist and tugs him back.

"Stay," His blue eyes are wide with pleading, "Please."

"But i—" He starts, and then he's falling onto the bed and wrapping his arm around his boyfriend, "We are going to be so late."

Jason kisses his cheek, his nose, his other cheek, before finally reaching his lips.

"Iss okay," He's already falling back asleep.

Their breathing slows, and they find each other once more, in a land as perfect as this one.

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"Well good morning lover boys," A delighted voice squeals.

Percy moans, muttering something unintelligible and buries himself into the sheets.

"I take it nobody has ordered our Christmas feast or started on the Eggnog Nogfest?" Another voice giggles.

"Go, sleep, warm." He tries to form a coherent thought.

"If y'all don't get your asses up right now I'm pouring ice water on both of you." A husky growl comes from right over them.

Ocean eyes blink open as he struggles to bring the room into focus.

A scary, bright-eyed Reyna is glaring at them and Leo is leaning against the door frame, mirth swimming in his expression.

"Finally," Hazel laughs, "So can we get this party started?"

"Ugh," Percy groans, "What time is it?"

"Half twelve. We let ourselves in after knocking at your door so long your neighbor came to tell you off for having sex in the kitchen."

"What?" He isn't awake enough for Leo's explanations.

"Cause you know banging against the wall?" His friend prompts but Percy just waves him off and rubs at his eyes, nudging Jason to get up.

"So when's lunch?"

Frank steps into the room with a reassuring smile, "On the way. I just ordered."

"Are we having Christmas in here then?" He asks.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Reyna shrugs.

And before Percy can protest Leo is catapulting onto the bed and Hazel is flopping over their legs.

"Wow Jase," She pokes at the blonde, "You bony shins are really comfortable against my spine."

"Who asked you to collapse onto my bones?" He grumbles, trying to wake himself up.

"Who asked you to be sleeping on Christmas morning?" She shoots back cheekily.

"Touchè." He grins, moving over to make her comfortable.

"Well," Percy looks at his friends, eyes shining, "What are you two waiting for? Get on here!"

Reyna and Frank shake their heads, like the parents they were so rightfully labeled, but happiness sparks in their eyes and they dive under the covers.

"So who wants to play Go Fish or Forfeit?" Leo smiles gleefully.

A shout of excitement goes up and they all shuffle into a circle, the blue-threaded black silk duvet being tucked around them. He grabs the double pack of cards he keeps at his nightstand and distributes seven per person.

"Everyone know the rules?" He asks.

They all nod. So the Christmas festivities begin.

And there in that room, on that bed, Percy and his friends know what warmth feels like, and the glittering in their eyes can only mean love.

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itisannak · 4 years

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Happy Campers (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: The gang gets together for a weekend of camping. And of course, Ashton just can't keep his hands of his girlfriend. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Dominance / Teasing / Marking) (Request) (Words: 4.3k)

"The stuff is all the trunk?" I ask Ashton as he walks in the kitchen where I pack the road snacks. "Yup, we are all set to go." He replies, walking behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on the nook of my neck. "Good. The rest of the gang is ready as well?" I ask him and he sighs. "I'll check the group chat, but I highly doubt they are..." He replies, leaning against the counter as he takes his phone out of his pocket, typing away as I finish prepping the food. "Quick question... Is that all you are gonna wear?" He asks as he locks the phone, pointing his finger at me. "Yeah. Why?" I ask, eyebrows knitted together as I look at him confused. "I don't know... You know it's chilly by the river, right?" He asks, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of my jean shorts. "I am pretty sure it won't be drastically different... I mean, California has the heat of a thousand hells. Now, if I get cold, I am damn lucky that I have you to borrow some warmth from..." I wink at him, running my hands down his chest. "Well, you are lucky..." He licks his lips, cocking his eyebrow as he stares down at me. Before anything, his notifications go off, making his huff as I pull away from him.

"It's Michael, says they are ready." He states, peeking at his phone. "We'd better get going, then. It's a long way to the campsite." I reply, picking up the bag. "I am pretty sure Lu is not ready yet. We have some time on our hands..." He takes my wrist in his hand, pulling me back close to him. "He is gonna find us there... It's not a biggie if we get there earlier..." I reply and he tilts my head to the side, freeing my neck to him. "Come on... A quick round to start the weekend on the right foot." He murmurs, sucking on my sweetspot. "We need to get going, baby... We have a long way there, and then we need to set up before it gets dark." I try to fight my urge to give in as his lips play along my neck. "Are you saying no to sex with me?" He asks, surprised by it. "I gotta. You can turn a quickie to a marathon of sex in the blink of an eye. Now, get your fine ass into the car and let's hit the road." I order, smacking his ass as I move out of the kitchen.

Soft music plays in the car as he drives to the campsite, and now that we are on the country road, outside the city, everything seems serene. Ashton grips at the steering wheel as the sun hits on him, highlighting every aspect of him. "Take a picture, it will last longer..." He mumbles as he catches me staring, bringing a smile to my lips. "Ok..." I reply, reaching to grab my phone from the dash. I press on my camera, turning it to him before I capture a snap of him. "I didn't mean it literally..." He rolls his eyes, but the playful smirk that reveals his dimply cheeks makes my stomach fill with butterflies. "Well, too damn late now. You look like shit on it... But cute kind of shit." I comment, setting the photo as my lock screen. "Thanks, I guess. We have an hour at least until we get to the campsite... Maybe you should take a nap, rest a bit. You know you will have to set the tent once we arrive, right?" He teases me and I chuckle. "Whose idea was for us to stay the weekend on a campsite 2 hours away from the city? And what are you going to do while I set up the tent?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "It was mine, and before you speak, yes, I know I have brilliant ideas, thank you very much... And I am driving us there, I need to rest after. So, you are in charge of our tent." He replies, cocking an eyebrow as well. "Please... Just admit you want to stare at my ass while I set everything up." I scoff and he fake-gasps offended. "I would never..." He replies as I lean back on my seat. "Yeah, yeah... I believe you..." I rax myself as I try to relax in my seat.

I undo the button of my shorts, rubbing my fingers over the indents the clothing has left behind. "Whatcha doin?" He asks, peeking at me. "The shorts are a little tight now that I am sitting..." I explain and he hums. "Pity. What are you wearing under them?" He asks me, intrigued by the simple, totally non-sexual action. "Just my bikini. Si and Crystal want to go swim in the river after we set up." I reply and he smirks at me. "Just your bikini?" He asks, licking his lips; my lips curl into a deviant smile, face heating as I come up with a plan to tease him. "Yeap... And the top is a little snug now... My tits hurt a little." I moan, pouting at him. "Aw, baby... Lemme see." He reaches in to cup my breasts, but I swat his hand away. "Nah, nah, nah... Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel..." I order, cupping my breast and squeezing it a little, moaning blissfully as I put on a little show for him. "Mmm, that feels so much better..." I sigh, tilting my head a little back. "I bet it does..." He steals a few looks of me, going back and forth looking at the road and me. "You know what... My bikini bottoms are kinda irritating too..." I lower my hand inside my shorts, pressing my fingers against my clothed sex to rub my clit over my bikini. "That feels so good, Ashton... Fuck..." I whimper, pushing my panties to the side to free my sex. My fingers dance against my core, rubbing circles on my clit before I lower them to my entrance, teasing around it. I look at Ashton, who is flustered and trying to concentrate on the road. "Oh, I am so wet..." I cry out, biting on my lip as I bring my hand out of my bottoms. I make sure Ash is looking at me before I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking at them and causing Ashton to breathe funny. "You are so going to pay for this..." He breathes out, running one hand down his face. I smile innocently at him, shrugging my shoulders to play it coy. "I am going to pay for what exactly?" I ask and he sighs frustrated. "You will see, darling." He replies, sounding a lot promising. "Too bad I can't pay for anything until we get back home..." I chuckle and he pulls over, stopping the car. "Wait, what?" He asks, turning to look at me. "I am not having sex in a tent, with our friends a few feet away, with no proper mattress on the ground..." I reply, looking at him as his jaw drops to the ground. "But you have had sex with me, in my bunk. And you have had sex with me on a floor, on a table, settings with no mattress... And let me remind you of all the times we've fucked on other people's houses, of all the times we were caught..." He begins listing, but I lean in and hush him with a kiss. "Baby, we are not having sex during this weekend. You can keep it in your pants for 2 nights and 3 days. Now, get back on the road, I have a tent to set up..." I order, relaxing back on my seat as I watch him huff and drive back up the road.

"What time are we eating?" I ask Ashton as I wrap my arms around him, my hand playing with the strings of his sweatshorts. "Uh, we have at least an hour or so... Did you finish setting up the tent?" He asks, turning around to look at me. I nod my head and hum, while his eyes travel down my body. "Why are you dressed like that? Let me rephrase, why are you nearly naked?" He asks, the tip of his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. "I told you, Sierra and Crystal want to go swimming after we set up...Where is your mind, bunny?" I ask, bopping his nose. Calum chokes in laughter as he looks at us. "Yeah, bunny, where is your mind?" He asks mockingly, making Ashton scoff. "Hood, I swear to God... Baby, we are eating in a bit..." Ashton states and I shrug. "We have an hour, don't we? Plus, you can always come and call us when food's ready..." I stand on my toes, pressing a kiss on his nose. "If a crocodile bites off your ass, don't come whining." He presses his lips on my forehead and I chuckle. "Ok, you drama llama..." I wink before I run back to the rest of the gals.

"Ladies, dinner is being served." Ashton shouts from the coast, making all of us turn towards him. Sierra and Crystal walk out of the water, while I still lay on my floatie. "Do you need a special invitation, princess?" He asks me and I smirk, moving my finger to call him over. "Come get me out..." I sing, watching as he huffs and strips off his t-shirt. "You are going to be the death of me." He comments as he gets in, making me smile as he approaches me. I make room for him on my unicorn, but he drags me by my foot and tumbles me in the water. I resurface, shaking my head to get the water off my hair. "I could have drowned..." I splash him with water, while he wraps his arms around my body. "Who's the drama llama now?" He asks, resting his hands above my ass. "We have to go have dinner..." He states and I hum, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Or, you know, this is pretty far away from the guys. You can moan all you want and you won't be heard... Great spot for sex..." He slips his hand inside my bikini bottoms, squeezing my ass a little harshly. "Mmm, pass..." I whisper, reaching down to stroke over his bulge. "That doesn't feel like a pass..." He moans and I chuckle. "Pass on the sex... Teasing is always on the table." I reply and he groans at me. "Fuck, this isn't fair. You are standing here, all wet, in this itsy bitsy teenie weenie bikini, and you're stroking my cock... All I want is to turn you around, pull that tiny bikini to the side and fuck that tight little pussy. My perfect, tight, little pussy." He growls, squeezing my ass before he slips his hand further down, his fingers toying with my entrance. "That's what your mind has been preoccupied with?" I ask, my stomach tightening as I think of him holding me by my hips and pounding me. "Ever since you imposed the no sex rule, all I can think of is fucking you... The thought is driving me insane..." He whimpers, almost begging me. He sounds so damn needy, I feel so damn full of myself. "Then just turn me around... Fuck that pussy, baby. Bring your thoughts into reality..." I lick my lips. All I manage to see is his eyes turning just a little darker before I am turned around and Ashton's hands work on undoing the knots of my bikini. "Screw the no fucking rule, huh?" He asks as he presses my back against his chest. "Well, you sounded convincing..." I reply, while his lips trail down my neck. "'M gonna fuck you so good, princess..." He breathes against my skin; I feel his cock poke against my ass, the rigidness of it making my stomach jump excitedly.

"Hey, guys... Are you coming for dinner or what?" Luke shouts from the coast, making Ashton groan in disappointment. "We are coming." I reply, slapping Ashton's hand away from my hips. "We are going to start without you if you are not there in 3 minutes." Luke threatens before he turns around and walks away. "We have three minutes..." Ashton groans, pulling me back to him. "No, we have to get going. I think they already know why we are late." I reply, taking my bikini bottom in my hands before it floats too far away. "Come on... I can't go out with my dick making a tent..." He protests but I shrug my shoulders. "Not really my problem now, is it?" I ask, tying up the garment before I walk out of the water. "That is plainly mean." Ashton whines, causing my smirk to grow even bigger. "Grab the floatie on your way out." I shout, trying to fight the flush that has crept up my face.

"Look who's finally here... Had you been a bit more late, you would have found just the plates..." Michael states as we walk to our campsite, Ashton grumpily carrying the floatie. "The water was great, I didn't want to come out. I'll go change into something warm." I point at our tent, while Ashton grumbles and drops our stuff outside our tent. He slips in the tent with me, going straight to his bag to find clean clothes too. "Can I borrow one of your hoodies?" I ask as I pick out clean underwear. "Well, doesn't the lake camp have similar heat to California which has the heat of a hundred hells?" He asks me sarcastically, making me scoff. "Fine, I'll ask Calum for one." I reply, slipping out of my bikini. Ashton throws me one of his hoodies, mumbling under his breath. "My girlfriend wearing other men's clothes..." He says dismissively, bringing a smile to my face before we walk out of the tent, already dressed in clean clothes.

I walk out of the tent and join the guys after a minute, looking for a chair to sit on. "I thought we brought enough chairs for everyone." I exclaim and Calum chuckles. "We did. Luke's fat ass broke one of them the minute he sat down on it." Calum states, causing us all to giggle. "Don't tease my thicc boy. It's alright, I'll sit on Ash's lap..." I wink at Ashton who pats his thigh for me. I make myself comfortable there, making sure I am nestled up to him in a way that my left hand, which is not visible to the others by the way I sit, can stroke over his cock. "You think you are funny, huh? Well, I guess your purple ass will highlight your white bikini tomorrow..." He nuzzles his nose against my neck before he bites on my earlobe. "No funny business while we eat." Michael groans from across the little table, making me turn to look at him with a bright smile. "We would never do something like that in front of everyone." I comment and Michael hums sarcastically. "Yeah, and pigs do fly." He replies, cocking an eyebrow at me.

Everyone has withdrawn to their tents by the time the clock hits 1 am. However, Ashton and I have stayed where we were, enjoying the night chill and the view of all the stars above us. "I think we need to go to bed." He interrupts the silence by whispering. "Don't you mean sleeping bag?" I ask and he sighs. "Are you going to be a Nagging Nancy for the duration of the trip?" He asks me, stroking my cheek as I get up and pick up the portable lamb from the table. "Only when I have to go to sleep on what is basically soil." I reply, crossing my arms. "Come on, love. It will be fun. You'll appreciate our mattress even more once we are back." He puts his hand in the back pocket of my jean shorts as we walk to our tent. "Pity words..." I spit out dramatically, earning a soft chuckle from him.

I take off Ashton's hoodie and my shorts before I slip in my pajamas. Ashton is just in his basketball shorts, leaving his upper body exposed. He looks so warm and cuddly, I just want to bury my face on his chest. "Come here, baby... Let me get you warm..." Ashton whispers at me. "How did you know I was thinking about that?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders playfully. "You were giving me the eyes." He replies as I rest my head on his chest. "What eyes?" I ask, pecking on his chest. "The cuddly eyes." "I didn't know I had those..." I mumble and he hums in approval. "You have all kinds of eyes, actually." He states and I coax questioningly. "You have the 'I wanna suck your dick' eyes, the 'I need you to pound me' eyes, the 'Get me out of here' eyes. All kinds of eyes..." He explains while I let my hand travel down from his chest to his stomach. "Mmm, interesting... I didn't know I had those..." I kiss his neck softly, moving a little until I am straddling him. His eyes go a little wide, while I move my hands to play with the strings of his shorts. "Oh, come on... You've been teasing me ruthlessly the whole damn day... Give me a damn break." He protests as I line my core up with his cock. I pout at him as I wiggle my hips, causing an involuntary moan to slip past his lips. "Poor boy... I bet this feels horrible..." I coo at him, but I bet he can see the sparkle in my eye as I lower my hands to the hem of my top and raise it over my head. "I still... have the... upper... upper hand..." He stutters as I press my core more on his cock, feeling it bulge against my sex. "Oh, I bet you do." I bring my hand to cup my breast, knowing that this will drive him crazy. "(Y/N), this is pure torture." He groans, his face tensing up. I just grind on him, feeling him getting harder each passing second, while I pinch and pull on my nipple, getting my core soapy with wetness. "Fuck this." He mumbles, gripping on my hips and flipping me on my back.

His hands wrap around my wrists, pinning me down. I feel myself pulsing around nothing as I look at him, all roughed up and getting darker. "Not so funny now, is it?" He asks as he watches me looking at him all flustered and surprised. "Look at those little nips... All pointy and rough for me..." He groans, letting go of my hand before he uses his to cup my breast and bring his mouth to my nipple. "Ash..." I wail, my eyes rolling back as his tongue flattens against my peaking bud. "Hush, baby. We don't want everyone hearing you moan and beg for my cock now, do we?" He sneers at me, pinching the very tip of my nipple between his fore and middle finger. His lips go back to wrap around my tit, sucking on it harshly. My stomach drops as he grazes his teeth over and over again, making it impossible for me to stay still, stay quiet. And it gets even worse the moment his hand slips inside my underwear. His fingers trace over my outer lips, smirking against my skin as he feels goosebumps appear on my flesh. "Look how fucking wet you are..." He says proudly, rubbing his fingers over my clit. "I'm gonna mark you up, fill you up, fuck you up... You are fucking mine." He growls, seconds before he bites on my neck harshly.

Involuntarily, I let out a scream, arching my back and closing my eyes. He brings his fingers out of my underwear, gripping on my jaw to force me to look at him as he shoves them in my mouth. "Taste how fucking much you fucking need me." He orders as I move my tongue against his digits. "Fuck me... Fuck me, please." I plead as he pulls them out of my mouth. He has a devilish smirk, the one that makes the fine lines around his eyes make an appearance in his skin. "Well, not so funny now, huh? Teasing and edging." He chuckles, pulling my bottoms down to free my sex before he pulls his cock out of his boxers. I feel my sex pulse with excitement, all I want is to give in to the urge, and just pin him down, slip his dick inside me. "I am so sorry... I promise to never tease you again... Please, daddy." I cry out; but before I could finish my sentence, he rams his cock inside me, making my body jolt and slide on the air mattress. "Yeah, you are not very convincing, baby." He hisses, grabbing my wrists and crossing them in front of my stomach. "If they move an inch, I am pulling out." He threatens me as he spreads my legs more and pushes them until my thighs practically touch my chest. I nod my head, biting my lip to contain the little scream that threatens to slip out.

My feet go up to his shoulders as he deepens his strokes, grazing every nerve on the way in. My eyes roll back to my head in bliss, my core clenching around him. "You feel... so good around me... around my cock, baby." He heaves, pounding in me forcefully, but his strokes become slower, inconstant. I grumble in frustration; I want nothing more than to buck my hips up and help set a pace. But I know the moment I do, he is going to get even more vindictive, he is going to get slower, more torturing. "That little pussy... That little pussy fits around me like a glove. You were made for me, baby... You were made for me." He slurs through hitched breaths. "Please, Ashton... I need more..." I finally let out, my voice breaking at the end. Ashton nearly growls like an animal before he bucks forward with all he's got, and then start pacing himself. I want to touch him, grip onto him, hold onto his arms for dear life. The possibility of Ashton staying true to his word and pulling out if I dare move, is what freezes me in place.

I gasp as he hits right on the spot, my nails digging in my palms to stop myself from screaming and waking everyone up. "Am I hurting you?" Ashton asks, taking a moment to stop and check on me. "No... Don't stop doing whatever you're doing. It feels so good having you inside me..." I whimper, turning my head to the side. Ashton lets my legs slip from his shoulders so I wrap them around his waist as his hands move to grip on my chin. "I wanna cum." I state the moment Ashton presses his forehead against mine. "I know, baby. You have been a quivering mess ever since I pushed inside you." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. He brings his hand to take mine in, intertwining our fingers and running his thumb over my knuckles. "Cum, pretty girl... Cum around me." He softens up, keeping his thrusts as they were though.

He gives me a few more strong thrusts, enough to send me into overdrive. I throw my head back, causing his lips to land on my neck. "Cum... Cum... Cum..." He whispers against my skin, pressing kisses in between the words. "Ash..." I choke, my eyes fluttering as I ride through my high. Ashton twitches inside me, staying still and letting me feel every inch of him. "I fucking love it when you do that." He moans, gently grazing his teeth over my skin. "Cum inside me, daddy." I plead, bringing my gaze to meet his. He just sighs, licking his lips before he starts thrusting in me again, every thrust bringing a high-pitched whimper out of me. "Want me to fill you up?" He asks, his breath coming out harsh and short. "Please..." I rasp and he nods, pressing his thumb on my bottom lip. "I love how pretty your face looks as I fuck you. I could do this all day." He moans, slamming his hips on mine, going stiff as he cums inside me.

It is such a weird sensation, the warmth that comes with it, and the feeling of being one with him for a few moments, combined into the excitement that courses through my body. He stays inside me until he goes soft, pulling out as he catches his breath. "I am taking you hiking around the woods tomorrow." He announces as he rolls over next to me, joining me in staring at the roof of the tent. "Oh yeah? Are the others joining us?" I ask and he chuckles. "Only if you want them to see us fucking behind the trees..." He replies, bringing his hand to play with my hair. "Ash..." I protest but picturing the scenery and Ashton pounding onto me makes me eager, excited for our upcoming walk. "I know, I know. No sex while camping... But we are not really good at following rules, are we?" He asks, getting up and going to the bags with our stuff, only to walk back with a packet of wet napkins.

"Morning guys." I chirp as Ashton and I walk to the table where the rest of the gang is already sitting. Sierra looks at me with a smirk and cocked eyebrow, earning a weirded-out look from me. "Oh, (Y/N), did you fight a bear last night?" Michael asks me, causing Ashton to chuckle. "I didn't... What?" I ask, still confused. "Your neck and chest are all shades of fucked up. And if we judge by the sounds you two were making last night, those are not the only parts that got fucked." Calum replies and I gasp, eyes going wide as I turn around and bury my face in Ashton's clad chest. His hand lowers to my back, stroking it softly as I squeal in embarrassment. "They are just jealous, baby, cause we were the only ones making noise last night..." Ashton replies cockily. "I have to admit, I didn't think (Y/N) was actually into so many things...Nasty." Sierra comments and I feel my cheeks heating up. "It's always the ones you least expect." Calum adds, causing me to raise my hand and flip him off. "As I said, they are green with envy. Now, everybody shut up, we need food." Ashton pecks the top of my head as I punch his shoulder for the comment.

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Things We Do for Love: Part 4

Third part to Such a Thrill and The Devil is in the Details

Watching Karina walk down the steps with Elsa next to her and a slightly smaller version of the same dog trying to find her footing behind, Leon couldn't help but to smile. He stepped out of his car and immediately embraced Karina as soon as she was within reach. He would have stayed that way longer except Elsa nudged her way in-between them and promptly laid herself at Leon's feet for a belly rub.

"She's missed you." Karina smiled too as she watched them interact. It only lasted a moment before Ember decided to insert herself into the mix as well. "Ok, girls, let's give him some space."

Leon straightened himself and leaned in to quickly kiss Karina's forehead. "It's ok, Maus. Let's go home."

They were both silent on the way home, Leon attempting to read Karina's mood and Karina simply gazing out the window, her homesickness melting away. As Leon took Karina's bags, he could feel her eyes on him as he placed them in the bedroom. When he came back out, he wrapped his arms around Karina and they stood there for a moment.

Closing her eyes, Karina sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Leon, there's something I need to tell you."

Leon felt himself stiffen, her tone was wary and now he was wonder what she would be nervous to tell him. "Yeah?"

"I…" She inhaled and pressed her lips together, forcing herself to hold his gaze. "Before I left last time, I asked my lawyer to suspend the divorce proceedings."

Leon searched her face for a moment as if he was trying to determine is she was playing some elaborate trick on him. "What does that mean? Are we still married?"

"Yes, essentially." She bit down on her lip as she took as step back. "I can either then give the go ahead to proceed or I can ask for it to be dismissed."

Leon nodded. "What do I need to do to convince you-"

"I think we should go to couples therapy…to make sure we're on the same page and it's not just nostalgia or whatever." She dabbed at the corner of her eye with her thumb. "Not that I don't think we're compatible-"

With a reassuring smile, Leon took hold of her hands. "Maus, listen to me, whatever you want, I'll do it."

"But it's not your fault, Leon." Karina could feel a lump forming in her throat. "I need to apologize to you, I overreacted and didn't even give you a chance to speak."

He gave her the chance to finish her thought and while he probably would have taken the blame just to make her happy, he wasn't going to disagree that Karina's unilateral decision to leave upset him the most. "So let me speak now."

Karina nodded, giving his hands the slightest squeeze.

"I wish you would have given me a chance to think about things before you took off." Leon ran his thumb over her knuckles hoping it came across at the loving gesture he meant. "But I also realize that your family just disowned you and you were overwhelmed…"

Now Leon swallowed hard. "Karina, you mean the world to me and my biggest regret is that I wasn't able to be there for you. But you do this thing where you just shut down and wall yourself off."

Karina was about to pull away from him but she realized that she'd be doing exactly what he had just said. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize, I can't imagine how painful it was…and still is for you." Leon frowned, deciding not to continue with his train of thought. "Look, it's getting late. Why don't we order some food and get you settled."

Karina poked around the carton of Pad Thai with her chop sticks while she listened to what Leon had been up to lately. When the conversation reached a natural lull, she spoke up. "Dr. Kattan said she would be willing to see both of us if you're comfortable with that."

"Of course." Leon nodded. "I told you I'd agree to do counseling."

Putting her food down, Karina rubbed her eyes. "Right, what I'm saying is, do you want to use Dr. Kattan or would you prefer someone completely new to both of us?"

"She knows you, she knows our history." He shrugged as he ate another dumpling. "It makes sense to me that we'd see her."

Pressing her lips together, Karina nodded. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Leon looked back at her, trying to figure out where she was coming from. "Do what? The therapy?"

"Are you sure you want to be married to me?" Karina wrapped her arms around herself but didn't move away from Leon. "I'm…a mess right now and I have no idea when I'm going to be back to normal. I don't know when I'm going to want to have sex again and you don't deserve to have to wait it out."

Inching himself closer, Leon wrapped his arms around Karina's shoulders and gave her a squeeze before holding her against his chest. "Karina, I love you and I'll wait as long as you need me to, I just want you to want to be my wife again."

He felt Karina sigh and her body almost melted into his. It was the first time that he had felt her relax since before this whole ordeal had started. "Are you glad to be back?"

"I've missed it here, I've missed hearing my own language, and I missed you." She let out a short laugh. "I told myself constantly that this, moving away, was for the best and that you needed someone different but I missed you."

Leon smiled. "You know I've missed you, Mausi."

"But Mathea was right there to help you get over me, right?" Karina frowned, choosing to examine her take out instead of looking at him. She knew she should not have brought up his relationship during their break up but she couldn’t stop herself.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Leon shrugged. "She came around as soon as you left…I was lonely and depressed because you were gone and she was convenient. What about the hipster Prince Charming?"

The tone of his question, earnest with just a bit of bite, made Karina smile. She was happy that he was willing to point out her hypocrisy. "I accidentally stepped on his foot getting off the subway and it was a lust at first sight moment but we never really clicked. Cosmo is a really sweet guy and he deserves someone better."

Leon did his best to hide his reaction. While Karina was never boastful or pretentious, lately she had been leaning towards self disparaging and it pained him to hear her think so little of herself. He wanted to put a stop to it, but he also knew that right now, she probably wasn't in the right frame of mind for his cheerleading.

"Any regrets?" Leon raised an eyebrow, attempting not to appear too hopeful.

Karina pursed her lips and shrugged. "Career wise, my time at AGO looks good and I got Ember but I also feel like I wasted a year and it feels like I'm even more of a wreck than when I left…I think I had valid reasons for leaving but I probably should have given myself more time to process things before deciding to leave."

Leon continued his internal monologue, deciding it wasn't his place to say anything aloud. Instead, he nodded and took another bite. "Makes sense."

As much as she tried, Karina couldn't suppress a yawn. "I think I'm just going to go lay down if that's ok."

"Yeah, yeah." He stood. "Let me just get a few things so I won't bother you if you fall asleep before I'm ready to."

Karina followed Leon into the bedroom, but waited in the doorway. Leon went to grab his pillow when Karina stopped him. "You can stay. I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed."

"Do you want me to stay?" He stopped in mid-step, waiting for her response.

"Would you?" Before she even realized what she was doing, Karina had pouted her lips just slightly. "Do you mind?"

Shaking his head, Leon felt the corner of his mouth lift up in a smile. "Not at all. I'm gonna go clean up, just give me a minute."

When Leon came back in to the bedroom, Karina was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair and pulling it up off her neck. It made him smile to see that she had gone to her regular side, like they hadn't been apart for so long.

Leon climbed into bed and did his best to stay completely on his side. Karina was working on getting herself situated so he wasn't surprised that she occasionally brushed against him. Finally, she let out a life huff of frustration before tucking herself against his side, resting her left leg between his and draping her arm over his waist.

"Better?" Leon smiled as he began stroking her hair.

Letting out a contented sigh, Karina nodded. "Sorry, I couldn't get comfortable."

"I like this better anyway." Kissing her on the top of her head, Leon smiled.

Karina woke up sometime in the very early hours of the morning. Gingerly, she eased onto her back, attempting to not wake Leon.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Karina gently traced the contours of his stomach with her fingers. Still asleep, Leon let out a little moan as she circled his navel with her finger. It wasn't initially apparent to Karina, but he had obviously gained a noticeable amount of muscle mass since she had last seen him out of his clothes.

Karina silently laughed at herself and her somewhat sordid interest in Leon's new physique and went to move her hand away. In doing so, she brushed up against his groin only to find that Leon had an erection. Biting her lip, Karina slipped her hand under the waistband of his underwear and gently took hold of him. Ever so slowly, she drug her fingers up and down his shaft.

"What are you doing, Maus?" There was humor laced in the tone of Leon's voice, which was still heavy with sleep.

Looking up at him, Karina smiled. "It looked like you could use some help."

"You gonna keep going?" Leon bit his lip as he started to rub her back. Once Karina started up again, he closed his eyes, relishing her attention. The only thing that would have made it better, he thought, was if she was going to allow him to reciprocate. Clenching his jaw, Leon let out a strangled groan as he felt himself release. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath when he felt Karina kiss him on the cheek. Next thing he knew, she was using a washcloth to clean him up.

"Better?" She smiled sweetly at him, repeating his sentiments from earlier.

"God, Maus," Leon sighed as he readjusted his underwear and pulled Karina closer to him. "I've missed you so much."

She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. "I know, sir. I've missed you, too."

Karina waited until she knew Leon was asleep before opening her eyes again. She contemplated getting up and wandering around or scrolling aimlessly on her phone, but she didn't really have the energy to do either. Instead, she lay in bed, listening to Leon breathing steadily next to her, and stared at the ceiling until she could see the first few signs of dawn. She got up and dressed, taking the dogs out before making some coffee.

Leon eventually meandered in but stopped just short of Karina. "I want to hug you, is that ok?"

Instead on answering, Karina closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Did you sleep ok?" Resting his head against hers, Leon gently rocked them from side to side.

Karina nodded and sighed, giving her self a few moments to gather her thoughts. "If it works for you, Dr. Kattan has an opening this afternoon."

"Oh, ok." Leon kissed the top of her head before turning his attention to the coffee. "Yeah, sure."

Leon wondered if Karina would mention anything about last night but she was acting as though she hadn’t jerked him off in the middle of the night. He frowned slightly, understanding that she needed time, but wondering if their time together would continue to be filled with mixed signals.

Once Leon had finished his training, he stopped by the apartment and picked Karina up. "So…what happens in therapy exactly?"

"Lots of talking." Karina let out a yawn. "Sometimes she gives me stuff to do before our next session but mainly lots of talking."

"Ok." Leon nodded as if he was assuring himself. "That doesn't sound bad."

Karina smiled back at him. "Babe, you sat I on a few of my sessions, remember?"

"Oh, right!" His face brightened when he remembered how Dr. Kattan had indicated that Karina obviously felt safe with Leon. "That's really not bad, then."

Shaking her head, Karina smiled again. "I mean, it's not meant to be torture. I'd just like a third party to help talk us through some things."

"Ok. Do you need anything before I we leave?" Leon stuck his hands in his pockets to avoid touching her. Karina welcomed his initial hug but he didn't want to assume that she'd be accepting of more contact.

Karina took a step forward and smoothed his hair down while shaking her head. "I'm good, thanks. Let’s go."

#leon goretzka #things we do for love

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crowleys-wahoo · 4 years

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quarantine routine

based off this fic surrounding crowley’s lockdown activities. just pondering what the two of you would be getting up to together uwu.

6:00 a.m.

Awoken by birds outside. Anthony seemed just as bothered but was attempting to chase his sleep. Decided to do the same.

6:30 a.m.

Anthony woke back up, now severely annoyed by the birds. Woke me up when he rolled over in a huff so I kicked him under the blankets. Unintelligible response from under the pillow. Back to sleep.

7:00 a.m.

Birds quieted down, but Anthony woke me again with all his squirming. Second kick under the blankets resulted in more unintelligible grumbling followed by him grabbing my waist and dragging me closer to be little spoon. No complaints there.

7:01 a.m.

Feel the need to specify the kicks aren’t hard. More like a gentle shove with my foot. Back to sleep.

7:30 a.m.

Upstairs neighbors having morning sex again. Woke us both. Anthony complained it’s far too early in the morning to be having morning sex. Asked him wasn’t that the whole point of doing it in the morning, he said he’d show me what he meant later. Intrigued but still sleepy.

8:00 a.m.

Upstairs neighbors finally finished their morning sex up, meaning we can hopefully return to sleeping instead of just dozing. Anthony complained about their form. I pointed out he hasn’t actually seen them doing it. He said the noises and how little time they spend on it spells out bad form. Fell back asleep before I could ask further questions. Eagerly awaiting that demonstration.

8:30 a.m.

Downstairs neighbors having a very loud argument directly beneath us. Woke Anthony up because he could sense the bad vibes. He seemed amused for all of thirty seconds before getting annoyed at his sleep being disturbed. Rolled over to face him and tried to go back to sleep. He seemed to appreciate the updated cuddling position.

9:00 a.m.

Upstairs neighbors returned for round two. Anthony’s griping woke me more than they did. I suggested we invest in ear plugs. He said that would be letting them win, then concluded the only way to get revenge was to be louder than them. I pointed out that that would bother the neighbors downstairs, too. He said that’s what they get for having marital issues. I asked if he meant right now. He said no, ten is optimal morning sex time. Went back to sleep.

9:30 a.m.

Got impatient and woke him back up with neck kisses. He put up a front of being annoyed but insisted I not stop. When I pointed out it wasn’t ten yet he said we’d just have to draw the foreplay out. Didn’t have an argument for that.

10:00 a.m.

Busy.

10:30 a.m.

Still busy.

11:00 a.m.

Still busy.

11:30 a.m.

Still busy.

12:00 p.m.

No longer busy, just in a very good mood. Got up to take a shower while Anthony went back to dozing. Upstairs neighbors have been mysteriously quiet.

12:30 p.m.

Anthony woke back up and joined me in the shower. Quickly became unproductive.

1:00 p.m.

Busy.

1:30 p.m.

Scrounged around for food in Anthony’s kitchen while he checked his Twitter. He read me some of the more amusing bits while I had my toast. Pretty sure I used the last of the bread yesterday, but he’d only deny if I asked.

2:00 p.m.

Discovered Anthony had never watched Titanic. Am currently forcing him to watch Titanic. Twenty minutes in. He’s not impressed with the period costuming.

2:30 p.m.

I can tell Anthony is getting invested in the relationship but he’s refusing to act like it. Still sitting with his arms crossed like he doesn’t want to be here.

3:00 p.m.

Painting scene came and went. Anthony declared the romantic plot horribly unrealistic. Asked him if he’d like me to turn the movie off and he said no.

3:30 p.m.

Anthony seemed to have forgotten what happened to the Titanic because he became very distraught when the iceberg showed up. The movie now has his full attention.

4:00 p.m.

Went to look for more food and wound up eating more toast. Need to ask Anthony about his grocery situation.

4:30 p.m.

Anthony is crying over Titanic and trying to make sure I don’t see.

5:00 p.m.

Anthony sat in brooding silence after the movie ended for a while. Waited a bit to ask him if he liked it. He said the sinking wasn’t historically accurate and seemed affronted when I told him I cared more about the cinematic aspects. Then I told him he was out of bread.

5:30 p.m.

Anthony enticed me into taking a nap with him. Promised to order me food when we woke up.

6:00 p.m.

Quick nap followed by a quick instance of… other activities. Opted to stay laying on the couch while Anthony took care of the food. He came back to join me when he was done. Received many kisses.

6:30 p.m.

Kissing was interrupted by the delivery of food. Opted to continue laying on the couch, so Anthony eventually brought the food to me. Made sure to convey how very thankful I was for such a sweet gesture. He put up a bit of a fuss over my word choice but didn’t argue.

7:00 p.m.

Anthony showed me an episode of a game show he had a hand in creating in the 90’s. Not sure how he got his hands on the footage because I looked it up and it’s not on any streaming platforms. Concept was very convoluted. I told him this. He seemed to take it as a compliment.

7:30 p.m.

Did the dishes to give myself something to do. Anthony loudly complained of being bored from the couch. Told him to watch a vine compilation. He didn’t know what that was. Now I’ve gotten him started.

8:00 p.m.

Anthony was still watching vines on the couch. Seemed very amused by them. Reenacted the snake charmer vine for him and he seemed well pleased about it. Asked me to come lay with him on the couch.

8:30 p.m.

Anthony got snappy with his plants while watering them before bed. Didn’t hear the specifics because I was brushing my teeth but got the gist. Something about roots showing.

9:00 p.m.

Anthony pointed out he hadn’t had a drink today. Wondered if he should go make himself one. Asked him to stay in bed and keep me company instead. He seemed to like the idea.

9:30 p.m.

Busy.

10:00 p.m.

Still busy

10:30 p.m.

Still busy.

11:00 p.m.

Downstairs neighbors apparently got fed up with the noise. Anthony said they’re just bitter because they’re having a spat. Agreed and convinced him to proceed quietly.

11:30 p.m.

Busy.

12:00 a.m.

Proceeding quietly didn’t end up working very well. Complaint came from upstairs neighbors this time. Anthony seemed put out by calling it a night but took to the idea when I told him I was tired.

12:30 a.m.

Cleaned up and got back into bed. Anthony wanted to be big spoon again. Conceded without protest. Time for bed.

#wahoo #anthony crowley #crowley #crowley x reader #anthony crowley x reader #sorry my appreciation for titanic bled into this. it was the only good romantic movie i could think of

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charlottemadison42 · 4 years

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Happy Snek Day!

~It’s still Snek Day for 3 more minutes in my time zone, so I managed a short lil fic!

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Exile from the Emerald Isle - by CharlotteMadison, rated T, ~2300 words. CW: slightly snexy snake demon, disordered eating / religious fasting. Here on AO3

From Wikipedia: The more familiar version of the legend is given by Jocelyn of Furness, who says that the snakes had all been banished by Patrick chasing them into the sea after they attacked him during a 40-day fast he was undertaking on top of a hill.

"Wonderful work here, Aziraphale," trumpeted Gabriel with an intolerable smile. "Just what we'd hoped for."

"Just following orders," said the principality pleasantly, through gritted teeth.

Gabriel looked up into the misting rain and miracled himself a small canopy. He left Aziraphale outside of it. "We're really looking forward to all the good Patrick will accomplish, as foreseen. With your divine help and guidance, of course. Well!" The archangel clapped his hands together like a game show host and nodded as if to conclude their business.

"Ehm, if I may --" Aziraphale ventured. "Can we -- can he end his fast yet? The poor man can barely move."

They looked together across the stony windswept hilltop to where young Pátraic lay on his side, drenched, laconic and lifeless.

"Anhhhhhhh, he'll be fine," Gabriel said with a dismissive handwave. "Self-discipline is the path to sainthood! And we have very high expectations for this one. They accomplish so much more when they stop worrying about all that food and sleep and comfort and --" here Gabriel shuddered. "...Sex."

"Right, quite right. It's just that...he's not accomplishing much, at the moment, is he?"

"I don't see a problem. Joshua lasted forty days, why shouldn't that be the gold standard? Anyway. I'm off to see the Pope about a few things. This Vulgate project -- very exciting."

"It is indeed." Aziraphale nodded fervently.

"Stay dry now!" Gabriel smiled his brilliant empty smile once more, and vanished at last.

Aziraphale sat heavily on a mossy wet rock and wilted.

It was only day thirty-two and Pátraic could only wake up and move in tiny bursts. He drank water but could no longer get up to relieve himself, so his guardian angel kept him clean and moved between soft mossy spots. The wet and the chill were now clearly getting to the future saint in addition to the hunger, and he coughed when he had the strength to.

It was horrible.

Aziraphale kept fantasizing about taking him to a warm dry inn, tucking him in, spoon-feeding him broth until he was strong enough to take meat. It would happen any day now. Pátraic would make it. He was destined to. But what in Heaven's name was the point of all this --

"Sssss he gone?" whispered a familiar voice.

Aziraphale shut his eyes tight in exasperation. "Yes, Crowley. You can come out now."

Crowley had adopted a mid-sized presentation today, perhaps twelve feet in length. He gleamed black and red with golden eyes, brilliant against the emerald green hills. Raindrops beaded on his scales like stars or sea foam.

"Ssssso. A sssaint, is he? Going to do ever ssso much good?"

"He's a person of exceptional faith and charity," Aziraphale said, rubbing his temples. "I'm to watch over him for now."

"What if I'm sent to make him ssstumble?" Crowley circled the angel's rock slowly, reared up so they were nearly of a height.

"I'm rather more inclined to think you're supposed to be doing something elsewhere and you've come here to play upon my nerves."

"Who, me? Never."

Crowley's tail snuck through the strap of the knapsack lying on the ground and tugged it over. Its contents spilled out onto the ground: apples, jerked mutton, a round of cheese, a skin of wine. The cheese rolled several feet downhill before it settled in a muddy spot.

"Oopssssie," said the demon in a tone that made it clear he was doing exactly what he wanted to.

"Vile worm," grumbled Aziraphale. "What did the cheese ever do to you?"

"Tetchy, aren't we?" observed Crowley. "Is someone's corporation getting hungry too?"

Aziraphale snorted. "Not in the least. We don't need to eat. Why should I be hungry?" And he did a very fine job suppressing the tears of frustration that threatened to spill over at the smell of the poor chese in the mud.

Heaven gave him commendations for converting heathen chieftains who didn't really seem to need converting, especially at swordpoint -- but they should be giving him a commendation for keeping a straight face now.

"Sssso you're not hungry?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"As the last man you tempted during a lengthy fast told you: we do not live on bread alone, but on Her Word."

"And this is living, is it? What he's doing?" asked Crowley pointedly, sneaking up to eye level and fixing the angel with his golden gaze.

"What do you want, foul fiend?" Aziraphale summoned all his ferocity and held the demon's gaze unblinking. Crowley undulated hypnotically without looking away.

"Well. If you want the saint to ssstarve for another eight days, I suppose I want him to eat sssomething, don't I? I don't have direct orders but it would follow that I should try to feed him."

Aziraphale wished for a moment that Crowley would stop teasing him and present as a human again, both because he wanted to read his expression and because his lovely hair had been styled in such elaborate braids since he traveled east --

But he stopped his own chain of thought there. "Lovely" was not a word to be thinking about one's adversary's hair, no matter how it shone or flounced when he tossed it. And Crowley tended to take his serpentine form after he'd had a particularly difficult time of things. He did look marvelous as a snake. And he always seemed to fall back into his favorite tricks from way back In The Beginning.

"I know what you're trying to do, tempter of Eden, and it won't work. It is already decided that he will survive this trial."

"But will you? I haven't seen you so grumpy since you stained your favorite cloak in Kiev. You said ssssome rather unangelic things if I recall."

Unfortunately, having-had-a-difficult-time-of-things-recently also usually meant the demon was eager to spread the misery. So Crowley spent much of his time in serpent form poking at Aziraphale like a lamb on a spit. Presumably to forget whatever had lately frustrated and traumatized Crowley.

"That cloak was a gift from Aléxandros ho Mégas three hundred years before! I try to keep my things in good condition. It's another way of being frugal."

"Or vain." Crowley had no eyelids and very little in the way of cheek muscles, but he could still convey a smirk somehow.

"Do you want me to smite you, Serpent?" Aziraphale threatened, but he knew Crowley knew he wouldn't. He was a pathetic angel; all handwringing indignation, not a hint of divine firey rage.

Crowley hissed and backed away, and a moment later he stood there on two legs with copper hair, human (or at least human-shaped) in all his glory.

Glory? No, of course not, he was Fallen; this was the updated version of whatever his glory used to be -- splendor? magnificence? Ah, Aziraphale was spending entirely too much time hunting down the right words to describe his dearest enemy.

Crowley tossed his hair defiantly. Shine. Flounce.

"You understand what I'm proposing, angel?" he said, and his voice sounded different now, throaty, full. "Whatever you may want for the poor sod, you have to keep him starving til head office says when. I am obliged to counter you. I could do the opposite."

Aziraphale swallowed hard. He was thinking of Pátraic but he was thinking harder about Crowley's eyes. "Could you, then?"

"I would do the opposite. If you wanted me to." Crowley stepped a little closer and leaned down to eye level, just where he'd hovered before. Aziraphale's stomach protested nearly four weeks of hunger and the rest of his body resonated with the feeling.

"I'd -- I'd have to -- resist you. Try to thwart you," said Aziraphale.

"Ah yes, you'd put up quite the struggle no doubt," Crowley concurred, nearly purring.

"I'm stronger than you, you know."

"Perhaps. Depends what you...want. What we both want."

Aziraphale blinked rapidly and looked down at his feet. Starvation was muddling his thoughts. Crowley's burning eyes were muddling them more. "How could we want the same thing? We can't possibly. It goes against the order of creation."

"Angel," said Crowley, in a tone dripping with honey and wine. "You can't tell me you agree with Gabriel that self-discipline means eight more days of this?"

He gestured to the starving men before him.

A small whimper escaped Aziraphale's throat. Why was Crowley so close?

"You -- you'd have to...overpower me," murmured Aziraphale, mermerized now by Crowley's eyes.

"Overpower you?"

"I -- yes."

"I could."

"You could not. I'm stronger."

"Oh angel, I could." Crowley's eyes flared, sparked faintly, and shifted, just a bit -- he was a snake again. His tongue wavered up and down just an inch from the angel's nose, and then he retreated down into the heather and moss to gather his powerful coils together.

The next bit happened very fast, which helped Aziraphale forgive himself later for not doing something. Because (Heaven help him) he should have done something. He should have done something --

The Serpent wrapped the finest bit of his tail around Aziraphale's ankle, and then with a dash almost too fast to witness, he dove through the scrubby grass behind the angel's calves and bound his legs together with solid muscle and fluid spine. He circled ever so slowly, drawing his scales in a tight loop around both legs -- and then he darted between the rock and the angel again, redoubling his grip, sliding slowly and smoothly in and out of a double coil that practically enveloped Aziraphale from the arch of his foot to his knee.

Apparently the angel's advantage when it came to corporeal strength was matched when Crowley took his original earthly form. No matter how Aziraphale flexed and struggled -- and the more he did, the more a strange tightness gathered low in his belly -- the unyielding weight of the black snake held him fast. They never touched. Never. And now he was feeling the demon's entire length beneath his heel, over his crossed shins. Crowley was never quite still, his scales always sliding, sliding slowly around Aziraphale's legs, rubbing in the hollows around his ankle bones and under his knees.

His corporation began to shake, and it didn't feel good but it didn't feel bad, and he wasn't clear on exactly what was happening but he hoped it wouldn't stop until he sorted it out.

Crowley rose to eye level again, still slithering ever so slowly around Aziraphale's legs in an unending lemniscate drag.

"We could cooperate, you know," said the serpent. "Momentssss like thessse."

"Never," gasped Aziraphale, but his voice trembled.

"Nobody would ever know."

"We would."

"But we might want the same thing."

"We -- we can't. Crowley, we can't."

"Sssso I should run away and let the saint lie in agony for eight days, then," whispered the serpent.

Aziraphale flinched. "You know I don't want that. You know I want --"

"What do you want?"

Aziraphale inhaled audibly and closed his eyes against the amber fire of Crowley's. "I want to resist you."

"Well then." Crowley tugged his coils a little tighter and stopped his relentless slide. "Shall I let you go?" he asked. "Or shall we struggle? Or do you yield?"

Aziraphale imagined himself looking up. Imagined struggling. Imagined yielding. What would it mean? What would happen? Hunger twisted his stomach. The muscles in his legs all tightened until he shook even harder.

But before he could answer:

"Palladius!" called Pátraic. "With whom do you speak?"

The poor starving evangelist, the former slave, the true believer, was trying to roll over and look at Aziraphale. But he could only really flail and flop at this point. Crowley released the angel, quick as a thought, when the emaciated young man laid eyes on them.

Pátraic's eyes went wide as saucers. With a surge of adrenaline he pushed himself up on his knees and pointed.

"Dragon! There's a dragon! Palladius, what unholy monster has you in thrall?"

"Oh dear. I don't suppose he's ever seen a snake before," muttered Aziraphale.

Pátraic lurched forward in an unsteady desperate lunge. He reached out toward them and seemed to focus his delirious expression, conjure a kind of energy at his fingertips.

"Jesus fucking Christ," shouted Crowley, backing away. "Can he do that?!"

Aziraphale stood up. "Wait -- wait, Pátraic -- it's all right, this is just a creature you're unfamiliar with, he won't harm us --"

"He spoke in the tongues of men! And he blasphemes! He is a foul demon from the very pit!" screamed the saint.

Aziraphale and Crowley shared a Look.

"I charge ye to leave this place --" Pátraic began, hand shaking, his voice a steady practiced chant.

"Can he -- can he -- can a human --" stammered Crowley, gathering all his length nervously as if tugging at petticoats.

"I don't rightly know," snapped Aziraphale, unaccountably nervous. "He has been communing directly with Her for several weeks now."

The exhausted saint was still reciting his furious exorcism, voice rising to a shout. "-- And go back from whence ye came, returning no more!"

With a small pop and the smell of ozone, Crowley vanished into thin air. Aziraphale jumped.

Pátraic collapsed into the springy heather as if dead. Aziraphale knew he had to tend to the poor man, but he couldn't help stamping his foot irritably with his first step.

It would be ages until he saw Crowley again. Simply ages. And who knew how long before he was a snake again, so much more comfortable tempting, so much more comfortable touching.

And what would they possibly have to say then?

#ggoso #good omens #saint patrick snakes #snekday

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years

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~Gn’R AU writings 9~

So this chapter has connections to His Smile but from Slash’s perspective~ Enjoy a repeat of the fluffiness~

~Shandi

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~HIGH SCHOOL AU Part 9~

Summary: While Duff finds someone special, Slash finds some small assurances. (told from Slash’s POV)

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Tag list!: @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz

I fuckin’ wish the pot helped me feel better. That’s what it was supposed to do. But I can’t get Axl out of my mind. I wanna know where he is. I wanna see him. I need to know if he’s okay. When Duff suggests that we go out, I’m hesitant. I wanna be here if Axl tries to call me. Duff pats my shoulder. “Well..your mom’s here. Why don’t you tell her you’re expecting him to call? If he does while we’re out and he tells her where he is I can take you there. Deal?” I look up at him and sigh. It’s a stretch but it’s better than having no plan right? “Okay..deal.” He smiles. “This’ll be good for ya. Promise~”

After we’re reasonably down from our highs we go downstairs and I talk to mom. She gets one of her notebooks and keeps it next to the phone in the kitchen. “Don’t worry, baby. If he leaves any kind of message for you I’ll write it down. You boys be careful out there y’hear me? And I don’t want you staying out too late. Just because it’s the weekend doesn’t mean I want you gettin’ crazy. Back here by 11:00. Understand?” Duff nods quickly. “Sure, Mrs. Hudson. 11:00.”

“I’m glad we understand each other~ Have fun~”

We go to the movies. Duff’s been wanting to see the new Nightmare on Elm Street since it came out a couple weeks ago. We were gonna try to sneak in..but then the munchies hit us. Hard. We look at each other and sigh. Good thing we’d saved our allowances. We buy our tickets then head over to the concession stand. Luckily Sunshine’s working tonight. He always gives me extra~ Duff goes to order..but as soon as he sees Sunshine he stops functioning like a normal human being. It’s fuckin’ hilarious~ I cut him off. “We’ll take some popcorn, Sunshine. Biggest bucket y’got. And a couple of large Pepsis.” He recognizes me right away and smiles that million dollar smile of his. Yeah..I can see why Duff’s engine has stalled. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna rag on him for it though~ “Oh hey, Slash! Comin’ right up!”

“You know him?” Duff asks when he can finally get his mouth to work again. “Yeah, that’s Stevie. He’s in my English class. Only Freshman too. Really enthusiastic. It’s hard to not notice him.” He sighs. “Got that right..” There’s no way I’m lettin’ that go~ I nudge him with my elbow. “Y’got a sweet tooth, Duffy~?”

“Shut up!! J-just bring the stuff in when you get it alright? I’m going inside!” I burst into laughter as he takes off for the theater with a total tomato face~ Sunshine watches with a worried look. “Is..your friend okay..?”

“Oh yeah he’s fine. He just fell in love with ya that’s all~” As soon as those words leave my mouth Sunshine’s face turns just as red. “R-really..?” Oh fuck. I see an opportunity~ “Yeah..Duff’s got a thing for cute blonds..but he’s really shy y’know? Why don’t you hang out with us for a bit so he can get to know you better~?”

“Well..my shift will be done when the showing of your movie is over..”

“Perfect! We’ll grab dinner after. You game?”

“S-sure~”

And the date is made~

After the movie Sunshine is standing outside the theater waiting for us. I go over and pat his shoulder. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready~! Do you think my bike will fit in your trunk..?”

“I’m sure we can manage~”

Duff looks at us totally confused. “Am I...missing something? What’s gong on?” With a smirk on my face, I shrug. “Nothin’. I just asked Stevie if he wanted to join us after the movie. We got time right? Let’s go to the diner up the road. I dunno about you but that popcorn wasn’t enough to fill me up.” Sunshine is practically jumping for joy. “Food sounds great~! I’m starving~!” Duff is completely dumbfounded but he agrees. I figured he’d take any opportunity to be close to Sunshine no matter how shy he is..and my hunch paid off~

We’ve got a good couple of hours to shoot the shit before our curfew. It’s perfect~ Duff and Sunshine get a little closer while we talk music over a pizza. Turns out Sunshine really knew his way around a drumset. Light bulbs immediately go off in my and Duff’s heads. “Hey..Slash and I are actually tryin’ to get a band together and we could use a drummer. Would you wanna..play with us sometime? Just for the hell of it?” I’m so proud of Duff from bringing it up first~ Sunshine blinks. “You..wanna play with me..? I-I mean..I’m nowhere near as good as you two but I’ll give it a try~” I ruffle his hair. “We’re all amateurs here, Sunshine. I think we’ll be fine~”

“Hey can I get a couple of extra large cheese pizzas to go?”

Duff and I look at each other. That voice! I get up from my chair and approach the counter slowly. It’s him. He’s wearin’ shades and is swimmin’ in huge leopard print coat but I’d know his voice anywhere. “Axl..?” He turns to me and lowers his shades. “Slash..? Oh my god..!!” He launches himself at me and hugs me tightly. “What are the fuckin’ odds huh?”

“I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“I’m...sorry. I wanted to call you..I did..but..”

“You don’t have to explain. I think I get why. I’m just happy to see you~”

“I’m stayin’ with a friend right now. He’s takin’ good care of me. You don’t have to worry anymore okay?”

“When can we have some time together again..?”

“Soon..I promise. I gotta lay low for a while so my folks don’t find me. I’m never goin’ back. Not to that house. Not to that school. I’m breakin’ out of my cage.”

“That’s good..as long as you’re safe..as long as I can talk to you.”

When his pizzas are set on the counter he hands me a napkin and a pen from a nearby cup. “I lost a lot of stuff when I bailed. Write your number down for me. I’ll call you tomorrow night~”

“Sounds good to me~” While I’m writing I glance back over at Duff who’s pointing to his watch frantically. Fuck. “Sorry..I gotta go. If I don’t get back home when I’m supposed to you’ll never hear from me again~”

“We can’t have that, can we~? We haven’t tried phone sex yet~” He kisses me before picking up his pizzas. “Talk to ya tomorrow~” I smile as I watch him leave. “I’ll be waiting~”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Gn'R AU writings #Teenage Slaxl~#did someone ask for more Stuff~?

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Now or Never - Chapter 4 (A NeganxRoxy fic)

The Saviours are about to go to war with Alexandria and tensions are high. Negan wants what’s best for his people but wants as little casualties as possible but it almost seems impossible. Roxy is struggling to admit her feelings to Negan not wanting to make the situation worse and give him more to worry about. Will there be a good outcome for both of them?

This is the third and final instalment in the canon NeganxRoxy series.

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Warnings: Language, Implied smut, Implied sex, Gore

Chapter 4

Negan’s P.O.V

I’d managed to make it back inside The Sanctuary along with another member of Alexandria. It just seemed like they couldn’t stay away from me. First Eugene and now the scary fucking priest. Gabriel. What a fitting name for his job. Although Gabriel would likely fill Daryl’s spot. I couldn’t leave him out there, after all I’m a saviour and I save people. Hopefully he would start to get the fucking point now. I was in need a good fucking shower though and these clothes were being thrown away. We’d had to cover ourselves in walker guts in order to make it through the herd and it had been a very fucking close call. But we were alive that was the main thing. However with that problem out of the way there was now another. I could hear a lot of commotion from upstairs and none of the workers were where they should be. Seems like Roxy and Simon hadn't been able to keep this place together like I’d thought. I suppose they didn’t have the same level as threat as I did. The workers weren’t afraid of them, but they were fucking shit scared of me.

I headed upstairs, Gabriel following me. It seemed like a fight had broken out. I heard a gunshot, which brought a few moments of silence. Fuck. Who the fuck is firing guns in here?! I whistled, making my presence known. Everyone turned their attention to me before quickly kneeling. I spotted Roxy amongst the crowd, who seemed happy and relieved to see me. “You know you don’t need to kneel to me baby girl,” I spoke, “not here anyway.” Normally a comment like that would have earned me a glare, especially in front of so many people. However she chuckled, getting to her feet. “Now some of you probably thought I was dead, but that is not happening until I am fucking ready, seems you all need a reminder of who the fuck I am. I have a leather jacket, I have Lucille and my nut sack is made of steel. Now I need a sandwich, a shower and a massage. And then I’m gonna need a talk with my right-hand man so we can work out how the hell this all happened,” I explained.

Before I could give out the next order one of the workers spoke up, “thank god for you Negan.” I smiled, turning to Gabriel. One of the things he couldn’t understand was why these people needed me, well hopefully this would be the start of it. “Perhaps you’ll start seeing things our way soon,” I turned back to the crowd, “would someone gently take him to get cleaned up?” Two of my men helped up Gabriel to his feet and led him away without the usual roughness. The workers began to head back downstairs, leaving me with my few most trusted. Roxy bolted for me, throwing herself in my arms. “Don’t ever fucking do that to me again,” she spoke. “Your getting shit all over you.” “I don’t care right now.”

I smiled and returned the hug, kissing the top of her head. I suppose it gave me an excuse for her to shower with me. She pulled away, her shirt spotted with guts and blood, but she didn’t show any signs of disgust. She really must have been worried. “Come on let’s get cleaned up,” I suggested. I took her hand in mine and led her back to our room. I turned the shower on, thanking God that the hot water hadn't been turned off as well as the fans and lights. I could deal with darkness and getting a bit stuffy. Roxy began to undress but kept her bullet necklace on, the round resting between her breasts. She insisted on helping me out of my clothes, she put my leather jacket in the sink to wash later. We climbed into the shower and Roxy began to check me over for any injuries. “Baby girl I’m fine,” I insisted. “I just want to make sure.”

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warm water and the feel of her hands across my skin. I could only imagine how worried she must have been when I hadnt made it back inside. That’s why she was making such a fuss over me now. I held her close again as if to reassure her that everything was okay now. She relaxed into my touch as if all the tension from her body just faded away. “I told you I’m not going anywhere,” I spoke. “I know but today was too fucking close.” “But I’m here now and we can sort this shit out together.” She nodded before kissing me. We cleaned up before changing into clean clothes. Roxy made me a sandwich and made sure I was comfortable on the bed before washing my jacket. Once that was cleaned, she moved onto Lucille. I lay back on the bed, attempting to get comfortable. “Come here a sec,” I spoke. Roxy put Lucille down and climbed onto the bed, laying beside me. I pulled her closer, so she was in my arms with her head on my chest.

Roxy studied me for a little while, she looked like she wanted to say something, yet she was having a hard time spitting it out. I cupped her cheek, noticing how she nestled into my touch again. “What is it?” I asked. Her expression changed, she shook herself out of her trance and forced a small smile instead. “Nothing. I’m just glad you’re okay,” she spoke. I didn’t quite believe her, but I didn’t want to press her for it. “If you’re okay, I’m okay,” I replied, pressing my forehead to hers. Her smile this time was genuine. Roxy rolled me over onto my back before straddling me. I rested my hands on her hips as she leaned down to kiss me. Now this was a welcome home I could get used too.

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Roxy and I redressed, I couldn’t put off solving the walker any longer. I needed to talk to Simon and figure out a plan. Eugene was meant to have the brains in this place, perhaps he could be useful. “You should probably visit the wives first,” Roxy mentioned. “Oh?” “They were pretty worried, Amber nearly had a breakdown.” That didn’t surprise me. But I knew they hadn't been worried for the same reasons Roxy had. I can’t say I blamed them, I’d made a promise to protect them and now there was walkers right outside the door. “Alright, I’ll stop by there first,” I mentioned. “I’ll come with you, I’d been meaning to go there too.”

I smiled softly, it was nice how much Roxy cared about them. Sherry had always been the motherly one but now she was gone Roxy had filled that role. Most people probably she thought she cared more about them than I did nowadays. I suppose in a way they were right. Out of all of them Roxy was the most important, the one I trusted the most, the one who had the most freedom out of all of them. But she wasn’t like them, she didn’t cower away and hide from danger, she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or do her fair share of work. I’d broken pretty much all my rules with Roxy as well as let her get away with breaking a few of her own. We headed inside together, the wives look relieved to see me. I even got a hug from Sabrina, which was nice. Amber look visibly relieved, I could imagine she had been the worst one to keep calm. She was the youngest and the most naive.

“You ladies should know by now that why I make a promise to you all I make sure I keep it. I’m not going anywhere and I’m gonna fix this mess, okay?” I addressed them all. I stayed for about half an hour before I left Roxy with them. They were okay and I couldn’t waste anymore time. I needed this place back up and running before planning a plan of attack against Rick. I radioed for Simon to meet me on the ground floor, I wanted to make sure all the entrances were reinforced. “Our main plan right now is to make sure nothing gets in here, is that clear?” I explained. “Yes sir, Roxy and I thought it would be best to conserve energy for the time being as well as ration supplies.” “I appreciate that but if the workers are gonna keep working they need water. Food portions are gonna need to be cut down as well. Is there any exit to this place that hasn’t got walkers near it?” “No. We’re surrounded, Roxy already thought about trying to get a vehicle and leading them away but theres no way out.”

“Now addressing the huge ass elephant in the room, this didn’t happen by coincidence. Someone’s giving Rick information and I need them found asap.” “You don’t think it’s Eugene?” “I know he’s the obvious choice because he betrayed Rick so what's stopping him from betraying us, right? I’m the big scary fucker with a bat and he’s the coward who’s just looking for the best means of survival. He wouldn’t go back on us now. Even with this shit storm, it's not like he could anyway.” Simon shrugged, he was still sceptical, that was fine. Until Eugene was proven innocent nobody would believe him. That’s why Eugene was going to find a way to lead the walkers away.

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isitgintimeyet · 5 years

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Letting Go

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Thanks for reading. The journey’s not over yet!

Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge for the beta and to @happytoobservenolongerdistant

Chapter 5: Girls’ Talk

Got a loaded imagination Bein' fired by girls talk It's a more or less situation Inspired by girls talk

Elvis Costello

It was just after one in the morning when Claire finally felt able to leave Mrs. Crook’s flat and return to her own. She hadn’t really been listening out for the return of the others, but as she got ready for bed, it was clear that they appeared to be making a night of it. Not that it was any of her concern, of course.

The next morning, having checked on her patient and found her to be a bit sore and bruised but otherwise in good form, Claire stepped outside for a run. She wasn’t actually keen on running, but it seemed a necessary evil, based on the amount of baked goods she knew would be coming her way from Mrs. Crook in the very near future. And, she thought as her feet led her to the park nearby, my style can’t exactly be classed as running.

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Nine years ago

“I waited fer ye tae catch up wi’ me, Sassenach. Are ye out of breath?”

“... er… can’t... talk… need... a minute…”

“We’ve no’ gone verra far, and ye’re no’ even doin’ proper runnin’. Ye’re jes’ kinda bobbin’ up and down and flappin’ yer arms a bit. Come on, let’s go a wee bit further.”

“How.. how… can you not be out of breath at all?... This will be the death of me, James Fraser... I’m only doing this because I love you.”

“I ken, and I’m only doin’ this so I can watch yer arse jigglin’ around...aye, like that.”

“Let go, I’m all sweaty and stinky… oh, where’re we going?”

“Back tae yer place. I have plans tae get ye even sweatier and then clean ye up… see, look how fast ye can run when ye want tae.”

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Red-faced and slightly smelly, Claire stood at the entrance to the flats trying to extricate her key from her pocket while juggling a large cup of coffee and the heavy mass of Sunday newspapers. The door suddenly opened from the inside and Jamie appeared in the doorway.

Startled, Claire’s grip on the newspapers relaxed and they began to slide out of her hand. Instinctively, Jamie reached out and grabbed them, tucking them securely under Claire’s arm.

“Er, thanks.”

“Ye seem tae be making a habit of dropping things.” Jamie responded, no trace of humour in his voice.

“Sorry.” Claire wasn’t sure what she was actually apologising for, but felt compelled to say something. “Er… did you have a good time last night?”

“Aye, it was grand, verra good food.” Jamie spoke formally, as though to a stranger. “And how is yer neighbour now?”

“She’s doing well. She’s one tough cookie.” Claire winced inwardly, the obvious Americanism sounding false to her ears.

“That’s good tae hear. Well, goodbye then.”

“Bye.”

******

The pile of newspapers lay untouched on the sofa next to Claire. She leant her head back and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of her emotions over the past twenty-four hours. So many questions crowded her mind. Was he married, or was it a coincidence that a Mr. And Mrs. Fraser were currently living in her house? Would she see him again, and if so, would the frigidity between them ever thaw? Could they ever become, well, not exactly friends but amicable acquaintances? And, he had obviously stayed the night in one of the flats, but which one? He had never agreed with the idea of casual sex, but that was eight years ago. A lot can change in that time. And if so, would it have been Mary or Anna?

In the interests of being neighbourly, Claire told herself, she decided to go and see Mary and Anna to give them an update on Mrs. Crook’s condition.

It was a very bleary-eyed and pale Anna, wrapped in a faded bathrobe, who opened the door to Claire. Coughing, she shuffled her way into the semi darkness of the living room, Claire following behind. Mary sat, similarly attired, nursing a large glass of orange juice.

Mary cleared her throat. “Morning, fancy a coffee then, Claire?”

“Tell you what, you both relax and I’ll make coffees for all of us. And where do you keep the paracetamol? I think you could do with some.”

While the coffee was brewing, Claire found the paracetamol and gave two to each of the sisters. Ignoring their cries of protest, she opened the curtains and let the midday sun stream into the room.

The combination of coffee, orange juice and medication seemed to do the trick. By the time the first mug of coffee had been consumed, followed by a second mug with thickly buttered toast (all prepared by Claire), the sisters were able to fully engage in a conversation, rather than their initial monosyllabic responses.

“So was it a good night last night?” Claire asked casually.

Anna groaned. “I want to say yes… I seem to remember laughing a lot… and we went to a bar… was there karaoke, or am I imagining that?”

Mary laughed. “It wasn’t actual karaoke. That was the bar’s background music… that you insisted to sing along to… at the top of your voice… and with your hairbrush as a mic.”

Anna put her head in her hands. “God, no. How can you remember all this? Were you not drunk too?”

“Apparently not as much as you. Could have been worse, you did ask me which would make a better microphone- your hairbrush or a tampon. I advised the brush!”

“Is that all?”

“Well, you did rather try to force Jamie to sing too. I think he did it to humour you… well, don’t think it could be called singing… more a kind of chanting on one note.”

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Nine years ago

“I feel wonderful because I see… The love light in yer eyes… And the wonder of it all… Is that ye jes’ don't realise how much I love ye”

“What?”

“Christ, Sassenach, have ye no romance in yer soul? I’m serenading ye here, a wee bit of Eric Clapton”

“Oh, is that what it was? Thanks, that’s a lovely thought, but… er… no… nothing.”

“What? I can tell from that glass face of yers, ye’re no’ impressed. Ok I admit it, I canna sing, I canna hear the music but I listen tae the words, ye ken. Ma voice may be lackin’ but I meant it all, every single word.”

“Oh, Jamie. Come over here and I’ll show you how much I appreciate it.”

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“So was everyone drunk then?” Claire continued the interrogation.

“Well, maybe not as much as Anna, but everyone was certainly merry. In the bar, we ordered a bottle of wine but Jamie and John moved onto whisky and I’d stopped drinking at that point, so basically Anna had a full bottle to herself.”

Anna groaned again. “I’ve just remembered walking home. Did I really make Jamie give me a piggyback?”

Mary nodded. “Yup. And you kept stroking his hair while he did.”

“Oh, did Jamie not go home then?” Claire tried to appear indifferent.

“No, John said he could crash at his. Jamie’s home isn’t in Glasgow anyway. It’s somewhere miles away, in the Highlands, I think. He’s been staying with his uncle, or cousin or something down here. Apparently, Jamie’s been in America for years and years and now he’s home for good and reconnecting with everyone.”

Claire thought for a moment and tried to think how best to phrase the next question. There was no way to be subtle about it. “And there’s no Mrs. Fraser, then?”

“Don’t think so. I’m sure he said he had no ties.” Mary answered.

Anna groaned for a third time. “God, don't you hate it when your memory starts coming back? Ignorance really is bliss, you know. I think I asked him why he was single, with a body like his. Don’t look at me like that, you two. I mean, come on, you saw him, what woman wouldn’t want a piece of that?”

“And what did he say?”

“My memory goes a bit hazy then. I think he said something about travelling around too much to settle, and then something about synchronicity... and then I had to go to the bathroom to throw up.”

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Claire looked round her office in frustration. Why Human Resources had to perform another audit was beyond her, but, as part of this totally necessary skills and qualifications audit, she had been asked to produce several certificates and diplomas relating to her current role -- originals, not copies. She had found most of the certificates, but was now struggling to locate her diploma for Fellowship of the Royal College of Surgeons. It wasn’t anywhere in her flat, nor was it in any of her office cabinets. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly where it was… in the document safe, in the loft, back at the house. Bugger.

*******

“Ye’ll be staying fer a brew, then will ye?”

“If you’re sure I’m not bothering you, Mrs. Fraser.”

“Och, it’s nae bother… and, please call me Jocasta. Ma husband will be here in a minute. I’m sure he’ll be wantin’ tae meet ye.”

Claire sat in her kitchen (no, remember, not her kitchen any more) while Jocasta busied herself making a pot of tea and adding a tin of shortbread to the table.

“I guess mebbe we should use another room tae sit in, but I do love this kitchen. Murtagh and I eat most of our meals in here.” Jocasta poured the tea and passed it over to Claire.

Sitting across from Claire and picking up a shortbread finger, she continued. “We’re verra happy here, ye ken. I’d been in New Zealand fer nigh on thirty years, went over wi’ ma first husband, but always wanted tae come back. Then when I met Murtagh and we talked about getting married, we kent we’d come home together fer good.”

“Were ye talking about me?” Murtagh came up behind Jocasta and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Murtagh, this is Claire. This is her, weel, her uncle’s house. She needed tae collect something, and now she’s staying fer a cup of tea and a wee chat.”

“Please tae meet ye, Claire. I dare say Jocasta’s told ye we’re mightily fond of this house.” Beneath the heavy dark beard, streaked liberally with silver, he smiled softly. “It’s tae big fer us really, but it means we can have plenty of visitors coming tae stay with us. Ma goddaughter has three bairns. And ma godson is jes’ back in Scotland himself. He’d been in America fer several years.”

Claire started at the mention of Murtagh’s godson. It couldn’t be, and yet… she placed her cup on the table a little too quickly, banging against the biscuit tin.

Murtagh continued. “Aye, he did well over there but there’s always the pull of yer own home. He and his sister live up no’ far from Inverness. A quiet wee place, sae I think he likes tae come and stay fer a bit of excitement, mebbe a lassie or two has caught his eye.”

He gave an exaggerated wink as Jocasta playfully punched his arm. Claire tried to appear calm, but worried about her ‘glass face’, she picked up her cup, holding it in front of her face as some sort of shield.

“Ow, what was that fer?” Murtagh joked. “I’m jes’ sayin’ what I think. ‘Tis high time the lad settled down. Even more so now he’s runnin’ Lallybroch since his da’s heart attack.”

Shocked, Claire inhaled sharply. “Heart attack?” she asked without thinking.

Jocasta studied Claire’s face. “Aye, Murtagh’s cousin had a heart attack six months ago. Why, dear?”

“Oh, no matter,” Claire struggled for a reasonable response. “I’m a cardiothoracic surgeon. Professional interest, that’s all.”

“Professional interest, is it?” Jocasta replied, with a smile. “Aye, that’s all.”

Note: Quote from Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton

#outlander fan fiction #outlander fanfic #Letting Go #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #Chapter 5

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escapingreality1992 · 4 years

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Secret Pen Pals Ch. 12

Keira’s POV

I spent the next two weeks working hard, taking in three puppies and watching over them. Their names were Bella, Sam and Aslan; One Australian Shepherd and two labs - one black and one yellow. I missed Steve and spent as much time as possible texting him or calling him. We were both eager to see each other again, but my job kept me from going over to the compound. I didn’t think they needed dogs over to halt meetings and training. I also worried I would show up and they wouldn’t be there because of a mission. Apparently, I’d been wrong about that when one day Wanda showed up at my door.

“Let’s go. Steve’s been dying to see you. He’s about to drive us crazy with all the training we’re doing,” she said. She grabbed my purse and coat while taking my wrist in her other hand.

“Wait, I can’t leave the dogs. It’s my client’s rule for this week,” I struggled to pull my wrist from her grasp. She eyed them over her shoulder and took the leashes off the hooks. At this all three ran around in circles, waiting for us to take them on a walk.

“Bring them. We’ve got a huge lawn they can play in. Besides, it’ll give us an excuse to take a break from the meetings. I’m officially over working today,” she commented.

“Are you sure? Tony won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Bring whatever toys they like. We shouldn’t be cooped up inside on this beautiful day. Let’s have some fun,” I smiled and packed a tote bag full of tennis balls and poop bags just in case. I also packed baggies of dog food and water bowls. I hooked up the dogs to their leashes, handing Bella, the Australian Shepherd, to Wanda, Sam and Aslan, I held myself. We exited the apartment and she helped me pile them in her red Range Rover to drive to the compound.

“You know you’re welcome to stop by any time you want. Even if you have some furry companions. Is that the only reason you pushed back the dates?” Wanda said, pulling up to the entrance of the compound.

“I didn’t think you would want me to interrupt important meetings or training. I don’t have the schedule for those things, and I’d be afraid of being an inconvenience. The other problem would be showing up and you would be going on a mission,” I told her.

“Steve would text you if we were going on a mission. Sometimes not all of us go on them though. He could stay here while another group went. It depends on what skillsets are needed. You wouldn’t be any inconvenience. We’d love to have you around. Have slumber parties. We have training early in the mornings, occasionally around 4 in the afternoon when we don’t get a chance to train early or we need to double up on it. Meetings typically take place Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Just so you know weekends are absolutely free,” she explained. We got out and opened the back doors to let the dogs out.

“I’ll have to remember that for next time. I’m so used to spending time alone, I guess I didn’t realize I could come see you guys,”

“What about your other friends? Do you spend time with them? The nurse and the three others,” Wanda said.

“I do. They stay busy, though. Our schedules – their schedules – don’t sync most of the time. We constantly have to pencil in time to spend with each other. Though, those plans could change as well. The only exceptions are big events, like galas or benefits, and holidays. I thought birthdays too, but they cancelled on mine this year,” I explained.

“Hmm. Are you always alone?”

“Not always. My parents come up to visit every now and then. Up until the letters, I stayed home unless I wanted to pick up books and I have to get groceries each week. Now, I’m starting to get to know you guys. But I still don’t want to be a burden to anyone,” I said. Wanda tilted her head, studying me.

“What? Is there something on my face? My clothes?” I asked.

“No. It’s just-,”

“Keira! You’re here!” Steve’s voice cut her off. He sprinted over to me and lifted me into his arms; Wanda had to take the other two leashes while he spun me around. He put me down to kiss me, turning his attention to the dogs.

“You brought friends. Come on, let’s take them out back. There’s a pool and everything. I’ll tell the others to come down and take the rest of the day off,” Steve said.

“Thank me for kidnaping her for the day. Good suggestion. We need a break from work,” Wanda chimed in, handing Sam and Aslan back to me. Bella, the Australian Shepherd had taken a liking to her, walking in step with petite woman. Steve draped an arm over my shoulders, thanking her, and brought us through the entrance; we passed by the conference room to get to the back door, which led out to a huge infinity pool and a fenced in yard that seemed to stretch for miles.

Steve disappeared inside while Wanda helped me set up the bowls, filling them with water. I unpacked the food bowls and fed them lunch while Wanda and I talked waiting for Steve to return with the other Avengers.

“Bella likes you. She’s super protective of her owner and doesn’t really take too kindly to others, except me. And now you,” I told her, noting the way Bella had curled up at Wanda’s feet when she was done eating. She blushed and reached down to stroke Bella’s black and white fur.

“I’ve always liked animals. I thought that maybe with this power that I wouldn’t be good with them anymore. I thought maybe they would fear me,”

“You’ve got good energy. Even I can sense that about you. Animals can sense the same. You’re able to draw them in just like I am,” She grinned, coming over to hug me.

“We’re all in trouble of falling in love with you. Especially Steve. I think he’s falling deeper in love every day. He’ll probably marry you by the time this year is over. You’re already becoming part of this family,” she told me.

“Letter girl. Come here and give me a hug,” someone said. We let go to spot Bucky standing outside, his arms outstretched. I indulged him and gave him one of my best.

“Okay. I could get used to this. Are you hungry? We made sandwiches. Only ham and cheese, but we could make something else if you want,” he said. He released me as Tony brought out a platter full of sandwiches.

“I don’t mind ham and cheese,” I said, taking one. Steve came up and pulled me to one of the pool chairs. He sat down, helping me to sit in his lap; he wrapped an arm securely around my waist, leaning back. Water bottles were passed around and we chatted while we ate.

After lunch, I got up and pulled out the tennis balls, luring Bella, Sam and Aslan out to the yard. I threw all of them, watching as they sprinted to get them.

“Damn, you’ve got an arm on you, Keira. Those went pretty far,” Tony said.

“I used to play softball. Not on a high school team. More like a minor team. I managed to get people out on occasion,” I said, throwing the balls again as the dogs brought them back.

“Remind me to invite you when we play for charity again. You could help us out,” he said. He took the chance to throw a ball when they brought them back to us. We spent the afternoon playing with the dogs, throwing balls and playing tug of war with the other toys I brought, running them until they relaxed by the pool.

“I’m calling in pizza. Keira, you’re staying for dinner, right?” Tony said.

“If you don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to wear out my welcome,” I said, hesitating.

“Nonsense. Stay. What kind of pizza do you like?”

“Pepperoni,” Tony gave me a thumbs up, placing the order. Steve sidled up next to me, capturing my lips in a kiss.

“Want to go swimming? It’s heated so we don’t freeze,” he suggested.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit. I didn’t expect to stay this late. Too busy having fun, I guess,”

“Do you want to swing by your apartment while we wait for the pizza? You can grab what you need. I’d like you to spend the night,” he said. He held me close, heat radiating off his body; his hands rubbed my arms creating instant goosebumps. Heat coursed itself through my body at his touch. I found myself nodding and he told everyone we’d be right back. Wanda assured me the dogs would be cared for while we were gone.

Steve and I got on his motorcycle, riding back to my apartment. I let him to pack a bag of clothes, slipping in a swimsuit and pajamas. I put in a couple of blankets for my furry companions and grabbed toiletries and chargers that I needed to spend the night. I met Steve back in the living room to return to the compound. The pizza had arrived when we got back, and I changed into my swimsuit before grabbing a slice.

Everyone wanted to do something different – Tony wanted to back to the lab, Wanda and Nat wanted time alone, the others going to sleep or a hobby – leaving Steve and me alone at the pool. The dogs were out there with us as well, content to lay on the concrete while we swam. At one point, I ended up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned in to kiss me, my hands snagging in his wet hair. We drifted until my back hit a section of the pool wall. Steve’s hands slid up and under my bikini top, his thumbs skimming over my nipples. I gasped, allowing him to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

He pulled on my nipples and kneaded my breasts, eliciting moans from me. He pulled back, both of us breathing hard.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s okay,” I answered. He kissed me again, moving from my lips to my neck. My hands slipped under the waistband of his swim trunks to squeeze his ass. I wanted to keep going, to have sex in the pool with him; we were interrupted by a wet nose and a bark from one of the dogs. He sighed, pulling back to let me take them out to use the bathroom. I came back and he draped a towel around my shoulders.

“Let’s go up to my room. You can take a shower first,” he said. We brought Bella, Sam and Aslan inside with us and set up their beds to sleep on. I went into his bathroom to take a shower to get the chlorine out of my hair. As I cleaned off, my thoughts roamed to what almost happened in the pool.

Steve’s POV

In the pool, things got a bit heated between Keira and me. I felt the sexual tension building up between us earlier. I craved her touch and I wanted to be able to touch her. I let instinct take over, making sure to ask her permission to do so. I wasn’t sure if we were moving too fast and forced myself to take a step back just in case.

We could’ve done more in the pool than just touching, but at the sound of a dog barking, we stopped. I wanted the first time to be special and allowed my cravings die down. I changed into sweatpants, leaving my shirt off, while I waited for her to get out of the shower; I laid back to clear my head, starting at the soft touch of Keira’s hand on my chest.

“Your turn,” she said, tracing a line down to the waistband of my sweatpants. She paused as I inhaled sharply. I swallowed hard when she slid her fingers up again. The featherlight touch had my head spinning. I found it hard to focus, my breath becoming shallow. She drifted those digits over my shoulders and down my arms and back across my chest. She pushed back to where I was lying flat on the duvet, moving to straddle my hips.

“Keira…”

“Shh. Relax,” Her fingers moved slowly, tracing over every curve of my chest, my arms. She leaned up to trace my face; I closed my eyes, succumbing to her. I felt her lips cover mine, the press of the towel covering her breasts against my chest. My hands came up to hold her against my body. They slipped around to the front to loosen the towel, which fell over my sides. I moved my hands to her bare back, stroking her soft skin. I didn’t dare go any farther than that, restraining myself.

I rolled Keira over, ridding her of the towel, tossing it to the floor.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to alright,” I told her. She nodded and I kissed her, tracing over the swells of her breasts. She shivered but made no sign of having me stop. I continued my path, pausing when I reached her pubic mound.

“Should I stop? Or do you want me to keep going?” I asked.

“Keep going. I don’t want you to stop,” she answered. I used my knee to spread her legs apart, slipping a hand between them to stroke her folds. Keira arched into me, a low moan escaping her lips. She drenched my fingers and I slipped a finger inside her. I pumped in and out slow, adding another finger to play with her.

Her hands gripped my arms, her hips bucking against my palm; she was panting, moaning urging me on. I kept up the pace until her walls clenched around my fingers and she came, calling out my name. I removed them and licked them off, tasting her. I kissed Keira, lifting her to get under the sheets. I held her close, stroking her side.

“I love you,” I told her.

“I love you too,” she said, burying her head in the crook of my neck. Her steady breathing helped me drift off to sleep

awaiting a new day.

The next morning, I woke to Keira sprawled against my chest, her long hair fanned across her arm. Carefully, I shifted her off me to take a shower. When I came back in, she was sitting up in bed, the duvet wrapped around her.

“Morning,” I greeted her.

“Good morning. I woke up and I didn’t know where you were. Then I heard the shower running,” she said. I leaned over to kiss her. She carded a hand through my hair, tugging me closer. She reached down with her other hand and pulled off my towel around my waist. I moaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock. She stroked it, passing her thumb over the tip. She switched speeds, my cock becoming erect with each stroke. Faster she went until I called out her name and came over the edge.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I panted.

“I know. I wanted to,” she said, kissing me. I slid in beside her, turning her head to face me. We kissed for a while and then her phone rang. She reached over to answer it.

“Hello. Yes, Ms. Hutchins. Of course. I’ll see you then. Thanks. Bye,” she said. She hung up and kissed me one last time, getting out of the bed.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve got to go. My client is coming home early. She’s meeting me at my apartment at three. I’ve got to get the dogs back to the apartment,” she said.

“It’s only noon. You don’t have to leave right away,”

“I know. I thought we could grab lunch. Only an hour though. I’ve got to grab groceries too,” she said. She dressed in jeans and a gray tank top, a multi-colored cardigan on top. I nodded and got ready. We took the dogs out for a walk and rode down to a pet friendly café to eat lunch; I got a veggie calzone and Keira got a soup and an Italian panini. I dropped her off at her apartment, helping her get the dogs to her door.

“Can I see you tonight? Dinner?” I asked.

“Sure. Is seven, okay?”

“Seven is perfect. We’ll grab steak. Have some wine,” I told her. We shared a kiss and I returned to the compound.

Keira’s POV

My client, Miss Eliza Hutchins, came home early from a vacation due to food poisoning. She planned on picking up Bella, Sam, and Aslan at three and I had to get them back to the apartment. I didn’t want to leave Steve and the Avengers, but I had to do my job. Returning home gave me time to wind down from yesterday and this morning. Steve and I became physical but restrained from having sex. It didn’t mean we didn’t want to, the sexual tension between us thick with desire. I think we wanted it to be special when we were ready to take that step.

I’d see him again tonight for dinner, a long-awaited date. We didn’t imagine we’d be interrupted. Right at three, I heard a knock at the door, alerting me to Ms. Hutchins’ arrival.

“Hey, Ms. Hutchins. They’re ready to go,” I greeted her.

“Eliza, please. Did they have fun? They didn’t give you too much trouble did, they?”

“No. Of course not. We had a great time. Lots of play time,” I said.

“Great. I’m sorry to have to cut it short. Let me give you extra money since it’s three days earlier than agreed upon,” she said.

“That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to,”

“No, I insist. I’ll call you again when I need you,” she said, writing out 2,000 more than my normal price. She took her dogs home, giving me time to pick up groceries and deposit the check. I got back to get ready for tonight.

At seven, a knock sounded at my door. I opened it to see Steve standing outside in a nice jacket, black pants and a white shirt.

“You look lovely,” he told me. He kissed me and cupped the back of my head. I had chosen a simple pink dress paired with black heels.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself,” I told him. His lips curved into a smile as he offered me his arm. He led me out to a blue sedan and drove down to a steakhouse. He had made reservations and we were seated in the back next to the windows that peered out onto the city.

We ordered a bottle of chardonnay and bruschetta as an appetizer while we decided on what we wanted an entrée. I decided on a filet and Steve picked a New York strip. We both got a potato, but I wanted asparagus instead of broccoli like Steve. We held hands and talked while waiting on our food.

“Has Wanda and Natasha decided on a date yet?” I asked.

“Not yet. I have a feeling it’ll be a fall wedding. Wanda loves the leaves changing colors. You know, I wouldn’t past them if they ask you to be the maid of honor,” he answered. I choked on my wine.

“Really? I wouldn’t trust myself to be able to plan an exciting bachelorette party. They don’t know me well enough. What if I mess it up?” Steve smiled, rubbing his thumb over my hand.

“They already love you. They’re excited for girls’ night next month. They know you enough to trust you with it. If the wedding is in fall, you might be closer than you think. Would you say no if they asked?”

“No. I wouldn’t. I just worry that I couldn’t come up with something really intriguing,” I said.

“You’ll do fine. I think they would be fine with what you decide to do. I have another question for you,” he said.

“What is it?”

“If given the opportunity, would you move in with me? Or would you prefer I move in with you? I’m not rushing anything, but I’m curious about your answer,”

Ah, that question, I thought. I’d already thought about it, even though we had been dating for a few weeks. Call me crazy, but I felt complete with Steve. Like I could settle down with him, if he asked me.

“I could move in with you. Though, I’d want to move out of the compound at some point. Build a cabin somewhere. Not too far away. I wouldn’t want to take you away from your family,” I answered. He opened his mouth to comment, the ringing of a phone stopping him. He mouthed ‘sorry’ and slipped his phone out of his pocket, answering it.

“Hey. Slow down. What happened?” I watched as his brows furrowed in anger. “Are you sure? I’m on a date with Keira. Okay. Stark, I said okay. I know. I’ll be there shortly,” he said. He sighed, hanging up.

“You’ve got to go, don’t you? The world needs saving,” I said. He nodded, meeting my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to continue our date,” he said.

“It’s okay. I understand. Go. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back,” I told him, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll take you home. The mission will take a week to complete. Dinner next Saturday?” he stated.

“Yes. I’ll cook for you this time,” Steve got up and took my hand; we paid and left the restaurant. He drove me home, kissing me good night.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Be safe. Come back to me,” I told him. Then he was gone.

1 Week Later

Late Friday night, I was startled awake by knocking on my door. I threw on my robe and answered it, thinking something terrible had occurred. Steve stood outside, still in his combat suit. He smelled of smoke and looked as if he’d been buried in rubble; there were cuts and bruises marking his skin.

“Steve. Did you just get back?” I greeted him. He nodded and pulled me flush against his body. He kissed me hungrily and walked us into the apartment. He kicked the door closed, pausing to lock it. He took off my robe and lifted me on his hips to cover my mouth with his. I pushed the cap off his head, my hands gripping his hair. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me on my back.

He removed his suit, leaving him in only an athletic shirt and boxers. I pulled the t-shirt off him, running my hands over his chest, circling to his back. I felt his muscles, rippling as he lay over me.

“I’ve missed you, Keira,” he told me. He kissed me, tracing every inch of my body with his hands. He dipped one hand into the waistband of my pajama pants and rubbed my clit through my underwear. I let out a moan and he pulled both off me, stroking my folds, inserting two fingers inside me. His other hand slipped under my tank top to pull my nipples. He worked me until I came crying out his name.

“I need a shower. Join me,” he said, pulling me up. We waited until the water got hot, getting in. We didn’t go past touching each other and kissing, the tension releasing from his muscles. I lathered him up and cleansed his body of all the dirt and debris from his mission. We dried off and climbed in bed, his head on my chest while I stroked his hair. Within minutes he was asleep, and I let myself drift off with him.

I woke first and noticed 1. I had somehow ended up on top of Steve and 2. We were holding hands. I released his to glide mine over his features. It stirred him and he opened his eyes to meet my gaze.

“Good morning, Steve,” I greeted him.

“Good morning. What time is it?” I glanced at my phone to check.

“11. Want brunch?” I answered.

“That sounds great. What do you want?” he said. He made to get out of bed, but I kept him from moving.

“Leave it to me. How about pancakes, eggs and bacon?” I said.

“My mouth is watering thinking about it,”

“Stay here. We’ll have brunch in bed,” I said, sliding off him. I found my discarded clothes from last night and dressed, setting out for my task. I fired up the coffee and got to work on making the food, bringing it to him when I was done. We ate and spent most of the afternoon in bed cuddling or making out.

“I’m still staying for dinner. Hopefully, there won’t be any interruptions this time,” Steve said, linking a hand with mine. He kissed it, before kissing my lips. We could only hope as right when he said it, his phone pinged.

“Nothing to worry about. Only Natasha checking in,” he said. He texted back and pulled me against his chest, stroking my hair. He was quiet, like something was bothering him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. He shook his head and kissed the top of my head. I didn’t push, only enjoying his touch. After a few moments, he spoke.

“The enemy hit us with a powder that caused hallucinations. They were different for everyone. Wanda saw herself losing control and killing everyone. Tony saw only blood and dust, as if the world had been completely destroyed. Natasha saw the Red Room again, only she had to be forced to kill Wanda. For me, it was you…dead,” his voice broke and he held me tighter. “It was my fault. I dodged a bullet, but it hit you. You died in my arms,” he said.

“Steve…”

“I can’t lose you, Keira. It would kill me if you died. I felt empty when I thought the life had drained from your body. We only escaped when Strange intervened and drenched everything in water. The powder dissolved instantly. He told us he would take care of everything else. I had to come see you. To see if you were okay,” he continued. I turned to face him and saw he was crying.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m fine. You haven’t lost me. You won’t lose me. I promise,” I said. I did my best to comfort him, letting him hold me as long as it took for him to calm down.

“I love you. I need you to know that. I’m in love with you and I want my life with you in it. I want to be with only you,” he told me.

“I love you too. I want you. For eternity,” Steve kissed me, releasing me so I could fix dinner. I went with chicken paprikash, lighting up Steve’s taste buds.

“Wanda is going to want some of that. It’s delicious,” he told me.

“I’ll be sure to pack her some up. If you think this is delicious, wait until you see what’s for dessert,” I said. I planned to make a lava cake, having the chocolate in the middle pool out. At that, my phone rang. I glanced at it to see it was Jana.

“Hey, can I call you-,”

“I need you to come down to the banquet at the hospital. We’re getting a huge award. The rest of the girls are here. Maybe you can meet someone,” She cut me off.

“Jana, I’m busy. I can’t,” I said.

“Come on, please. What are you doing? There are plenty of hot men down here. Please, come. For me,” she begged.

“I’m on a date right now. I’m not interested in meeting anyone else,”

“You’re on a date? Bring him then. Please, please, please,”

“I-,” I looked over at Steve who was waving at me. He mouthed ‘Let’s go’ at me.

“Okay. We’re coming. You’re still at New York Hospital, right?” Jana confirmed it, squealing when I said I’d come. I hung up and we cleaned our plates and I changed into a silky purple dress and silver heels. We stopped by the compound along the way so Steve could drop off his uniform and change into something more formal. I gave Wanda and Natasha some affection while I waited, both women leaning on my shoulders. Steve came down and we left to go to the banquet.

“Jana works at the same hospital Strange used to?” Steve asked, pulling into a parking spot.

“Yeah. I guess it’s getting the award for the best hospital in New York. Oh, by the way, Jana’s the same one that flirted with you at the benefit before Christmas,” I told him.

“Think she’ll try it again tonight?”

“She doesn’t know you’re dating me, so yes. I think she might,” I answered. He led me inside the hospital, and we asked where the banquet was being held. We took the elevator to the seventh floor where a large conference room had music blaring from it. I told the guard my name and he let us in. I texted Jana we had arrived and a few minutes later, she found us; she gave me a huge hug, focusing on Steve next.

“I remember you, cutie. Change your mind about taking me home?” she greeted him, sliding her hand against his arm. A twinge of jealousy surged through me, but I pushed it away, trusting Steve.

“Actually, Jana…”

“Where’s your date? I thought you said you were bringing him,” she stated.

“I did,” I said. I motioned to Steve right as Charlotte and Lena walked up to us.

“What? You don’t mean…Captain America is your date?” Jana asked, removing her hand.

“Steve Rogers. I’m actually Keira’s boyfriend. She’s told me all about you. Jana, Charlotte, and Lena, right?” Steve said. All three girls’ jaws dropped open.

“You’re dating Captain America? An Avenger?” Charlotte managed to say.

“Yes, Steve and I are dating. Have been for a couple of weeks now,” I answered. He draped an arm over my shoulders, a smile curving his lips.

“How? Where did you meet? What circles are you in where you know an Avenger?” Lena asked.

“Pen pal event,” we said at the same time.

“You…but I thought…oh my god…” Jana stumbled, trying to find the right words.

“Great banquet. I wonder if Tony is here. He likes to celebrate awards like these,” Steve said. Sure enough, we spotted Tony by the makeshift bar, holding hands with a blonde woman I didn’t recognize.

“I believe that Stephen Strange is here too. He used to work here. I doubt he’d miss an award for it,” Jana said. They were still in shock and I managed to stifle a giggle.

“Wonderful. Another Avenger I’d like you to meet. Excuse us,” Steve said. He pulled us through the crowd, leaving my friends staring at us. We stopped in front of a table where a tall man with black hair with silver streaks in it stood. He also had a beard that resembled Tony’s.

“Strange. Did everything go okay at the end?” Steve greeted him.

“Captain Rogers. Yes, I took care of everything. What brings you here? Who’s your lovely friend?” he said. His blue eyes shined like crystals.

“Keira Macpherson. She’s my girlfriend. She has a friend who works here, and she invited us to come join the banquet. Keira, this is Dr. Stephen Strange. The wizard I was telling you about,” Steve answered him.

“Master of the Mystic Arts is the real title. So, you’re the girl from the letters. Tony may have mentioned you. It’s a pleasure,” Stephen said.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. We were soon joined by Tony and he introduced me to his wife, Pepper Potts. My friends found us again and we spent the rest of the night dancing or talking to each other. The banquet lasted until midnight, Steve returning with me to my apartment to spend the night. We climbed in bed and curled up in each other’s arms; our bond had grown two-fold and I desired to be his forevermore.

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Cal hates it, he hates that Ashton has been talking about how good you look, and hates that you seem to be nervous for the date.

He also hates that you’ve been under the weather. He’d seen you, you hadn’t been able to keep down food, despite a slight glow you seemed to have. He was happy to cuddle you for the time being though.

-I think I should cancel, I still don’t feel good. You text Calum.

-you’ve been waiting a long time for this.

-the idea of eating is making me nauseous.

Cal doesn’t text you back after that.

But 45 minutes later, Ash has picked you up for dinner and your sat across the table from him. He orders a beer and you stick to water since you’d been so sick.

Your stomach turns as you look over the menu and he ends up just taking you home.

“I’m so sorry Ash.” You say in the car on the way home.

“No reason to apologize. I knew you weren’t feeling well. We can reschedule.” He assures, lightly gripping your knee. “Do you want me to hang out for a little while?”

“Honestly, up to you. You didn’t get to eat. God Ash, I feel terrible.” You groan and bring your hand to your stomach. “Maybe you should just go… not to be rude, but I don’t want you catch whatever this is.”

“That’s fair, will you let me know if you need anything? I can swing by.” He asks as he pulls in the driveway. You nod in agreement and he gets out to walk you to your door.

You curl up in bed and fall asleep in the clothes you wore out, only to be woken by Duke jumping on your bed and giving you kisses.

“Those are my kisses son.” Cal giggles, standing in the doorway to your room. “Ash is bummed, he just left my place. You doing ok?” Cal asks.

“Yeah, I just… like I told you… got nauseated looking at the menu and I couldn’t take it. All I could smell was his beer and it made me so sick.”

Cal comes and lays on the bed next to you, “maybe you should go to the doctor. I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen you sick.”

“It doesn’t happen often.”

“See I thought you were starting your period, your tits are bigger and you’ve had the attitude with me lately, and I figured it’s about time, I feel like it’s been awhile since we’ve had endless shower sex.” He admits with a smirk.

Your face contorts, “what do you mean my tits are bigger? Why would you even notice that?”

“I spend a lot of time worshipping your tits. What do you mean how do I know they’re bigger?” He scoffs, and you knew he was right.

“You make a valid point… are you going to stay?” You ask, shifting to sit up.

“Duke and I thought we’d keep you company, yeah.” He smiles at you, pressing a kiss briefly to your lips.

“You’re not like… super bummed the date with Ash was cancelled, are you?” It’s slightly accusatory.

“You know I have to say no, right? Like I know I said no strings but it’s not like I’m seeing or fucking anyone else. I like what we do. I like that it’s you… so no, I wasn’t thrilled that he asked you out.”

“I gave you the chance to say that.” You point out, climbing out of bed to change.

“I know.” He nods. “I didn’t feel like it was my place.” He explains. Cal pulls you to his lap and presses his lips to yours.

You could almost feel the shift in your relationship at that moment.

“You know I’m gonna feel like an asshole if we have sex when I’m supposed to be out with Ash.” You whisper.

“You know I don’t give a fuck.” He mentions back. “C’mon baby girl, you’re gonna have me here all night and you’re gonna tell me you don’t want me?”

“F’course I want you.” You whisper back, pressing your lips to his.

Cal bucks his hips hard up into yours. “Good, you’re getting me. I know you like the way I feel inside you. I know how wet it makes you when when I bite your collarbone and suck your nipples.” He says huskily.

You let out a low moan into Calum’s mouth. “Cal.” You groan.

“I wanna spank you, since you’re a naughty little thing, push your face in the mattress while I take you from behind.” He groans, lips and teeth working on your neck.

“Is that how tonight’s gonna go?” You challenge.

Cal pulls off your neck, and he looks at you. He swipes his thumb across your lips, “Yeah princess, I think it is.” He smirks. “One of these days you’re gonna whimper and beg to cum, but it won’t be tonight, my love. Just gonna use you a bit.”

“And when I’m begging to cum, are you ‘daddy’?” You smirk.

“Guess we’ll figure it out when we get there… get naked for me baby.” You slip off his lap and pull the T-shirt over your head. “Bra, princess, let me see those tits.”

“Yes, sir.” You say, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor.

Cal makes grabby hands at you and you go to him. He pulls you tight against him as his lips carefully brush your nipples and he starts to tease you.

He gets you on your hands and knees and gets behind you. “I bet you look so good with hand prints on your ass.” He groans, rubbing over your ass and the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck Calum… this is my favorite.” You whimper.

“You’re getting so wet just from the idea of me spanking you. Feel how wet you are princess.” His fingertips slide through your wet folds. “Mmm, you want me to spank you, don’t you princess?”

“So. Bad.” You whimper.

“I’ve wanted you like this, wasn’t sure how you’d take it. But I shoulda known, you’re naughty.” He delivers the first spank, and it’s sharp and hard, it stings.

But you moan, “again Cal.”

“Who’s in charge princess?” He asks.

“You are, daddy.” You moan.

Hearing you call him daddy goes straight to his cock, and you let out a little whimper as his hand hits the other cheek. Cal keeps it up to ten, each of your whimpers making him harder. He teases your clit, coating two of his fingers in your juices and then taps them to your lips. “You should see how red your ass is.” He praises while you clean his fingers. “Taste good princess?”

“I can feel it… and not as good as you taste.” You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers and he pulls them from your lips with a soft moan.

He wraps his hand around his cock, pumps it a couple times and then grabs your hip, “your pussy is always so inviting.” He compliments, swiping the head of his cock through your folds. His fingers tighten on your hip as you let out a moan. He bottoms out in you, his balls pressed firmly against your clit. “Show daddy how bad you want it.” He quickly smacks your ass again, and then you start to work yourself against him. “Fuck that’s it princess, take my cock.”

“Fuck me daddy.” You whimper.

Cal slides his hand up your back and then wraps his hand around your shoulder and really starts to fuck you. His hand slips from your shoulder, down to your elbow and he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back, pushing your face into the bed. “This what you wanted?” He gruffs.

You wanna answer, you wanna scream ‘yes’, but you can’t, his cock feels too good and you can’t form words.

Cal chuckles, because he knows. He knows exactly where you are right now. “You’ve gotta ask to cum princess.” He coos.

“Mmm...mph...mph.” You moan and whimper.

“What’s that princess? You’re close, I can feel it.” He antagonizes.

“C...ca….Cal….” you whimper, the force and speed of his hips was something you’d never experienced before and if you had to define getting fucked, this would be it.

Cal’s hand comes down on your ass hard. “What was that princess? Who am I?” He delivers another sharp smack and your body jolts forward. “Ya know… your ass is so pretty, all red like this.” He lets go of your arm and both hands grip tightly to your hips. “Fuck I’m so close.”

“Da… dad… dy… daddy.” He let’s go of one hip and uses that hand to wrap around you and start rubbing your clit. “NO!” You squeal.

“Who you tellin no?” Cal asks, rubbing harder.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy… let me cum, please, I need to cum, you feel so good… I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.” You beg, whimpering.

“I dunno princess.” He accentuates it with a hard thrust. “You think you deserve it?”

“Daddy please!” You cry out. Cal can hear the desperation in your voice and he loves it.

“I think you need to ask again.” His hips slow down a bit, “daddy’s about to cum princess.”

“P… p… please let me cum daddy.” You whimper. Cal knows that’s it now, you’re done.

“Alright princess cum for me, cum all over my cock.” He coaxes, and you let go immediately, letting out a loud moan. Cal immediately fills you with his cum. “So fucking good, baby girl. Daddy is proud.” He groans, completely emptying himself inside you. “Mmmk baby girl, daddy’s gonna pull out and get a towel. You can’t drip any cum before then. Do you understand?” He asks. One hand rubbing up and down your back gently.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble into the bed.

Cal pulls out slowly, and then you clamp your thighs together and cross your ankles. You feel the bed shift as Calum leaves you.

He comes back quickly, placing the towel next to you, “on your back baby girl.” You roll over onto the towel, “spread em baby, lemme see.” You unhook your ankles and spread your thighs, allowing his cum to drip out of you. Cal is situated between your thighs. His lips caress the inside of your knee as his fingers gently rub at your clit. You let out a little whimper and reach for his wrist, but his other hand stops you. “You ever squirt baby?”

“No.” You shake your head.

Cal meets your eyes as his fingers move further down to your entrance. “I think we could make you for me.” He pushes two fingers in and curls them just right. He knows exactly where your spot is after months of hooking up. You shiver immediately. “What do you think princess? Think you would if daddy tried?” He watched you shrug, “I think you can.” His free hand comes down on your lower stomach as his fingers repeatedly curl into your g-spot. You whimper again, the feeling isn’t one you're used to, but all of a sudden you feel very full. “Let it go princess. You can do this for me. I know you can.”

“Calum!” You cry out as you start to squirt, soaking his hand and forearm. You continue to whimper, balling your hands in the sheets.

“That’s it princess.” He praises, fingers slowing down, lips and teeth pressing against the inside of your knee. He slowly pulls his fingers out and he admires your heaving chest and your legs spread open for him, knowing you’ll take pretty much anything he’ll give you. “You’re so good.” He praises, carefully using the towel to dry you up. He moves and hovers over you. His lips press gently to yours at first, but you hungrily kiss him back and he matches your intensity. “I’m gonna run us a bath. You stay here and relax.”

Cal comes back and easily lifts you, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you on your feet and then he gets in, holding his arms out for you. You climb in and fit yourself against him, your back to his chest, between his thighs. His arms wrap around your waist. “You were so good baby.” He whispers against your ear. “Took my cock and my fingers so well.” His lips press softly to your skin and you rest your hands on top of his at your waist.

“Thought I wasn’t begging to cum tonight.” You mention.

“You weren’t my love, not until you called me ‘daddy’, then I couldn’t help myself.” He admits.

You hum, “I’ll call you daddy more if that’s what it gets me…” you chuckle, you turn your head slightly and your lips meet Cal’s.

“You’re probably gonna be sore angel.” He mentions.

“I already am.” You chuckle. “It’s ok though. My tits were already sore. My body seems to just be mad at me, it just makes sense to make the rest of me sore too.”

“You seemed to really like me spanking you.” He pointed out.

“Are you kidding? I loved it. I’d love for you to do it again.” You explain, nuzzling your nose against his.

He chuckles lightly. “I’m kinda hungry, do you think you could eat?”

“I’m pretty sure I have to after the way you just fucked me.”

Cal watches as you pull a clean pair of underwear on, he presses himself against you, “your ass is still so red.” He whispers in your ear. He uses both hands to grab it and you let out a little moan.

“Careful or I’m gonna want round two.” You groan.

Cal cuddles with you on the couch, he’s pressed against the couch, you’re pressed against him, and Duke is curled up pressed to you, so Cal can drape his arm around you and pet Duke.

The next week you’re off to a doctors appointment, you hadn’t gotten better, and after the conversation with Calum about the lack of endless shower sex, as you’d both become accustomed to during that week, you knew you had to.

You check your phone as you’re walking into your gyno’s office. You couldn’t believe you had to do this, she’d told you just a year ago that it was incredibly unlikely you’d ever have children.

Your phone buzzes and you see it’s Calum calling.

“Hey.” You answer.

“I’ve been thinking.” He responds. “I talked to Mali about us, and what you’ve been experiencing. She thinks…” he sighs, “she thinks you might be pregnant.” He explains.

“That’s… I came to a similar conclusion. That’s why I’m standing outside my doctor’s office.”

“What are we…?” He starts to ask.

“Can we discuss this when I know something?” You ask.

“Yeah, baby, of course. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, handsome.” You agree. “Sounds good.”

You sit in your gyno’s office, “how? You said this wasn’t possible, you said my uterus was as barren as the Sahara.”

“I didn’t quite use those words. I’ll admit I’m surprised. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a difficult pregnancy. This was a 1 in a million chance… Aren’t you taking the birth control?” She asks.

“Of course… but since you said it’s basically impossible for me to get pregnant, I haven’t exactly made my partner use protection.” You explain.

“Should we test you for STI’s?” She becomes concerned.

“No, it’s the same one I got tested with a few months ago, he’s the only one I’ve been with. Fuck…. sorry.” You say dropping your head in your hands.

“Talk to him. It’s still early, you can decide how you want to proceed. You have options.” She explains. She hands over a bunch of pamphlets and you toss them in your bag.

You think you’ll regret it, but you head straight to Cal’s.

He opens the door and looks at you. “You’re gonna be a dad…?” You say, half question, half excitement.

He doesn’t say anything but he lets you in. You settle on the couch and Duke climbs in your lap. You start to pet him, half wondering if it will be the last time you do.

“How far?” Cal asks, pacing the living room.

“Six weeks.”

“How did this happen?” He looks slightly confused.

“I mean… it’s not like you ever put a condom on.” You shrug.

“But you’re on the pill?” He clarifies.

“But even with perfect use it’s only like 98% effective.” You explain. “Look Cal, I’ll level with you. I never asked you to use a condom or anything because i wasn’t worried about it. A year ago, I was told it was unlikely that I’d ever have kids. And I… I accepted it. So I didn’t think to make you wear condoms. I thought it didn’t matter.”

“So this is like a 1 in 100 chance for you?” He asks.

“More like 1 in a million… probably more. The doctor said it’s probably gonna be a tough pregnancy. And I get it… we aren’t together.”

Cal is quiet for awhile. During the time you pay ample attention to Duke. “I’m not… just… I won’t abandon you. I mean I want to be with you. I want to do this with you.”

“Your management is going to have a fucking heyday.” You say.

“I don’t… care. I can’t ask you to give up this kid if it’s the only kid you might have. And I don’t want to give you up either.” He admits.

“Cal I’m not asking you to do this. I still haven’t decided what I want to do.”

“I mean… is it ideal? No. Of course not.” He pauses. “I can’t stand by and watch you give up your only chance to have a kid because we’re not together and my management is gonna flip. I’ll deal with them, we can easily be together. So I say why not? Lets give it a shot. We’ve been hanging out and happy together… it’s gonna be an awkward convo with Ash, sure… but we could do this, right? I’m not crazy?”

“I’m not even going to comment on crazy.” You laugh. “If you’re sure Cal, this is what you want, a lifetime of me around and a kid that looks like hopefully you, then yeah, we could do this.”

“Well… you’re stuck with me too.” He grins.

“How do you wanna do this? We’ve never even been on a date.” You point out.

“I think we have to start by telling Ash.”

“Ok… but… pregnancies are incredibly unpredictable in the first trimester. I could end up not being pregnant in another 4 weeks.”

“You wanna wait?” He finally sits down.

“I think we have to, Cal.” You sigh, “I don’t think it would be responsible of us to tell everyone. A normal person who wouldn’t have a hard time getting pregnant probably wouldn’t tell anyone this early either.”

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In Too Deep

Chapter 6

“I have to go Jared,” I said, pushing myself up from the sofa and away from his naked body and questioning eyes.

I could just make out my clothes in a messy pile on the floor. I moved quickly, my thoughts muddled, and sight blurred by a haze of tears. I needed a shower, I needed to clean myself, scrub myself clean, scrub away these feelings that would haunt me for too long.

“Lexy, stop.” His voice broke through my thoughts and I looked up as he launched himself from the sofa, grabbing hold of me by the waist and pulling me into his arms.

“What the fuck’s up Lexy. What have I done wrong?”

“Nothing,” I snapped. “Nothing. I need to go home and get some sleep. You know I’ve got a mountain of work to get through with this party.” I unwrapped his arms gently and moved away, gathering my clothes. “Where’s the bathroom so I can dress and sort myself out?”

“You don’t have to leave Lexy.”

I looked into his eyes. They were focused, questioning. Was that confusion I could see written into a normally confident gaze.

“I do have to leave Jared. This ....,” I gestured with my hands, “ ...this shouldn’t have happened tonight. I need space to clear my head. I’m sorry .... “

“The bathroom’s down the hall, third door on the left,” he motioned with his hand. “I’ll get Emma to take you home.”

“No, just call for a cab,” I said, leaving him in darkness as I made my way down the cool, tiled hallway.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and pulled the lock. I sank to my knees, my legs giving away to the emotions of the night. I shivered as the cool tiles suddenly became cold to my skin, goosebumps covering my aching limbs.

I took my phone from my bag and texted.

Lexy: Jess, are you awake?

The reply came back in seconds.

Jess: Yes! Where on earth are you?

Lexy: I’m fine. I’m on my way home. Put the coffee on ☕☕

I dressed, fixed my hair in the mirror and promised myself a shower back home.

When I walked back into the den, Jared was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease and dread filled me, remembering the confused look on his face when I left him.

“Lexy!” I spun around at the sound of a female voice. Emma was standing in the doorway, looking slightly worried. “Are you two OK? I just saw Jared walking off to the Lab. He told me to call a cab. You sure everything’s OK?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, everything’s OK. I just need to get home and start working on this party. Jared will be fine. Just tell him I’ll call in a few days to check on some of the finer details.”

Emma’s phone vibrated. “The cab’s outside. Take my number and call if there’s anything you need. Sometimes Jared can get lost in work and won’t answer his phone. At least you’ll know I’m here if you need help. By the way,” she said, pointing to my car, “I’ll get someone to drive that back home for you.”

“Thanks Emma.” I turned around and hugged her, hoping she couldn’t smell Jared’s odour which seemed to cling to my skin.

I jumped into the cab and waved goodbye. Jared was nowhere to be seen.

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“Jess! I’m home. Where’s the coffee?” I could smell a fine brew wafting towards me from the kitchen. I walked in to see Jess in her pyjamas, hands curled around her favourite mug.

“Spill the beans Lex! Where’ve you been until this time?” She looked at the clock on the wall; it was 2.30am. She poured me a press coffee and dragged two chairs around the table. This meant business. “Carrie said you’d gone to see Jared Leto about a house party. Please don’t say you’ve been there all this time,” she said, looking for an answer in my tired eyes.

I looked away and an audible sigh escaped my lips. “Hell Jess! What have I done?” I whispered putting my coffee mug on the table and burying my head in my hands. I heard the scrape of her chair across the floor and felt her arms cradle me.

“What was so bad about tonight’s meeting then?” she asked. “Have you fucked up the job; is Carrie going to bust your ass; .... or is there something else you want to tell me....” Her voice trailed off as she pulled me into a tight hug. We hadn’t known each other that long but she’s become a true friend in a very short time. Dan back home in Louisiana was my text buddy ... Jess was in the here and now, able to guess my every mood. And she could tell I was holding back.

“So, it’s 2.30am ... your meeting with Jared was at 5pm yesterday ... so fill me in on the bit in the middle. C’mon Lex, it can’t have been that bad, surely?” It was the questioning at the end that tipped me over the edge into floods of tears.

I must have sobbed for a good 10 minutes, telling her everything that happened with Jared, and how we parted, him disappearing into the house and not saying goodbye ... or anything.

“What if he doesn’t want us to organise the party,” I said, between crying and sipping the hot coffee that Jess was now forcing me to drink.

“Lex, I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’re reading too much into the situation. We’ll manage this between ourselves. Don’t mention any of this to Carrie whatever you do.

“Now, go and have a shower,” she said laughing, this time parting me from my coffee. “You smell of sex, and there’s a shit load of work to get through tomorrow. Go clean yourself and get some sleep while there’s still some hours left.”

I turned and hugged her. I caught sight of my mascara smudged eyes in the mirror over the table and winced. “Do I really look this shit?”

“Yes Lex. Yes, yes, yes, so get the hell into the shower.”

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The next day, I hid behind a mountain of paperwork, costing up catering, valet services, bar staff and everything else Jared had requested. I glanced at my phone as it vibrated on top of a pile of papers.

Emma: Any communication with Jared this morning?

Lexy: No. Nothing. I’m just getting my head around everything on the list he gave me.

Emma: He was still locked in the Lab this morning. I think he was up all night working. Drop him a text and see if he responds xx

Lexy: Not sure if that’s such a good idea. I’ll leave it until later and then try!

I put my phone on silent and tried to focus on the work at hand. Carrie had yet to come in, so I’d made the most of my time alone, fearing I’d have to provide her with the ins and outs of my meeting. That, I could do without this morning. I peered out of the window. Yesterday’s unseasonable warmth had given way to grey skies and a cool breeze.

“Jess,” I called, pushing paperwork and my laptop into my bag. “I’m off out to work. I need some space after last night.” She looked over her screen, long enough to check I was OK and not about to have a major breakdown.

“What shall I tell Carrie if she asks?” Jess stood up and walked over, wrapping her arms around me tight.

“What’s that for,” I giggled.

“That’s what friends are for Lex! A hug when you’re least expecting it. Now go and find a coffee and settle your mind into work. We’ll have our asses kicked if this party doesn’t start taking shape.”

I gave her a playful punch and ran out of the office. Once outside, I checked the time: 10.15am. I’d had less than six hours sleep. Yesterday’s sunshine had given way to grey skies and temperatures more in keeping with the end of February.

I had less than two weeks to organise this party. I’d better get used to sleep deprivation. I decided to walk over to a cafe I’d seen a few weeks ago. We’d driven past it a few times and I’d been promising myself a coffee there.

LA Metro was quiet as I pushed open the door, managing not to catch my bag as it swung closed behind me. It was warm and the smell of coffee was comforting, knowing the work that lay ahead. I found a table that was big enough to take my laptop and spread out my papers and then ordered an Americano.

“What’s your name and we’ll call when it’s ready?” The young boy behind the bar smiled as I jumped at the sound of his voice. “Lexy. Thanks. I’ll be here for a while if that’s OK. I’ll be needing plenty more coffee to power me through.” I laughed when he asked what was I was doing. “Planning a party,” I said. “I organise events and this is taking up all my time. So, if you provide the caffeine, I promise to get this work sorted and clear my mess as soon as possible.”

He was sweet. “Hey no worries. Stay as long as your work takes,” he said, pointing to my table. “Sit down and I’ll bring your coffee over for you.”

I thanked him and made my way back to the table. I powered up my laptop, calling up my emails to check if any of the suppliers had got back to me. I was lost in work, the cafe getting busier as lunchtime approached. The smells and sounds were just background noise as I tapped away on my keyboard while taking calls. I hung up after 15 minutes of haggling over the price of bloody fairylights. Jared had better appreciate how much work this was taking. My phone buzzed, rattling against my coffee cup. A text flashed up on the screen.

Jared: Let me know progress on party. Need to update guest list. Make sure catering has vegan option.

Lexy: I’m on it. I’ll update you with more info later.

I put my phone down, noticing my hands were shaking. My stomach was knotted, as I recalled the madness of last night compared with Jared’s cold, business-like message. The phone buzzed again.

Jared: If you want, we can forget about last night x

The bustle and noise of the cafe faded away, my eyes focused on the message. So Jared forces the decision on me. I switched the phone off, deciding the reply could wait.

I ordered another coffee to steady myself and again buried myself in paperwork for another hour. My mind wandered from time to time, worrying about Jared waiting for my reply and wondering if I should message Emma.

Behind me I could hear the scrape of a chair, and the chink of a coffee mug hitting the table. I breathed in a mix of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. I saw the young barista approach with my coffee. “Here you go Lexy. Sure I can’t get you some food?”

“I’m fine,” I said, “but thanks for looking after me. The coffee’s great by the way.” I smiled as he walked back to the bar. Behind me, I heard once more the scrape of the chair leg on the tiled floor. Then silence. I stared at my laptop, a strange feeling washing over me.

“Lexy?” The voice came from behind, at once familiar, but awakening memories that I had buried like long lost treasure. I could feel myself shaking as I turned to face the voice.

The silence between us must have lasted for just seconds but seemed to stretch into the never ever.

I remembered his touch, his warmth, his kindness, his embrace and our parting at LAX.

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 5

Everything that’s happened between Suho and I, made the start of us getting back together awkward. The level of guilt I felt was really intense, and I wanted to do everything I could for him to trust me again, since I knew he didn’t fully yet. However, a few weeks into the relationship, everything almost went back to normal, except for the fact that we still couldn’t tell Avia, and I wasn’t able to visit him at the bank like I used to, because she was always there. But, since she was always out so late, I got to spend time with Suho at night when he got off work.

That’s where I was now. We were cuddled up on his couch, watching some random movie that was on the tv, eating popcorn. I looked at the time, and saw it was almost time for Avia to get home, and I let out a disappointing sigh.

“Avia will be home soon.” I say, looking up at Suho. He looked at the time as well.

“Yeah... I guess you should go.” He let out a sigh. “Hmmm, but I don’t want you to.” He whined, engulfing me in a giant hug. He even wrapped his legs around me, making me laugh.

“I can’t breath.” I said, into his chest. He let go of me just a little so I wouldn’t suffocate. “Just tell her not to come home. Tell her you have a hot tinder date and you need the house.” I say, holding onto him now.

“She would ask too much about what that hot tinder date was like. And I’d just describe you, and we’d get caught.” He sighed.

“Okay, so come to my place instead.” I said, pouting.

“I wish I could.” He sighed. We sat there for a little while longer, until Avia texted Suho saying that she was almost home.

“That’s my queue.” I say, tapping his back lightly. He whined some more, but got up and helped me up as well. We walked to the door, and I gathered my things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say.

He looked at me for a second, before kissing my lips passionately. I dropped my shoes and my bag and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back immediately. I almost forgot Avia was so close to home, but as soon as I remembered, I pulled away from him.

“It’s your fault for making us keep this a secret.” I say, giving him another kiss, and then another one and then one more.

“Goodbye.” He said, as I turned to leave.

“Goodbye, Suho.” I say, laughing a little.

“I love you.” He called out to me.

“I love you too.” I laugh, as I walked down the hall.

As soon as I got home, Suho texted me with news that Kyungsoo and Avia were going on a trip to Paris for some work related things? They were going to be gone for three months, so we had his place to ourselves, and we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.

Since she was going to be gone for almost three months, I practically moved back in with Suho. Most of my stuff was there, The pictures of us were hung back up, and I basically never left his apartment, unless it was to go to work or go out with Baekhyun and Lay. I felt bad because I couldn’t tell them Suho and I were back together, since they couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.

Me and Suho were planning on going on a date tonight, since he, for once, didn’t have work. It was about time for us to leave. I looked in the hallway mirror to put on my earrings before we left. Suho came up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You look so good.” He said, checking me out in the mirror. I smiled at him, and finished putting on my last earring. I turned to him, and gave him a kiss. “You sure you wanna go out tonight? We could just stay home, and watch a few movies, and you know.” He said, pulling me closer, if that’s possible.

“We haven’t been out in a while. It’ll be good to get some fresh air. Plus, you aren’t getting it that easy tonight.” I say, laughing a bit. He pouted and unwrapped his arms from me, taking my hand now instead.

“Alright. Let’s go then.” He said, acting all whiny, which I found very amusing.

We left the penthouse, and got into Suho’s car, driving off to the restaurant he had picked. It was a new restaurant in town and very fancy. Apparently, Suho’s bank was the one who gave the loan to the owner, so he could start up the place. It was doing really well, there were tons of people and a long line to wait in. Thank god Suho has connections, because we would’ve waited for a whole two hours, but since Suho’s bank gave the loan, the owner made sure there was always a table open for him.

“This place is amazing.” I say, looking around at all the people and decorations inside.

“Well, my bank did give them the loan. We don’t just give out loans to anyone.” Suho said, smiling to himself.

“God, I love dating the most powerful man in Korea.” I say, swooning over him.

“I love dating the most beautiful woman in the world.” He said. I rolled my eyes at how cheesy it was, but enjoyed it more than anything.

We ordered our food and ate, and after, we went on a walk to work off everything all that food.

“Oh, there’s an ice cream truck. You want some?” Suho asked, spotting the truck easily.

“We just ate.” I laughed. He just shrugged.

“We didn’t have dessert.” He said, chuckling.

“Ice cream it is then.” I say.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, kissing the top of my head before going to the ice cream truck. I waited for him in that same spot, and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and saw Sehun standing behind me.

“Oh my god, can’t you take a hint?” I said, rolling my eyes, not wanting to see him at all.

“Stop acting like you don’t want to see me, because I know you do.” He said, putting his hands in his pocket.

“No, Sehun, I don’t want to see you. Are you insane? When I tell you to leave me alone, I mean leave me alone.” I say, crossing my arms.

He looked me up and down, and I felt super self conscious. I pulled my dress up a little, and wrapped my jacket around me so my cleavage wasn’t showing as much.

“Sehun, just please leave. I’m with someone now and I don’t need you ruining things again.” I said.

“Why’s he here?” Suho asked from behind me. He put his arm over my shoulder and handed me my ice cream. He took a bite of his, and stared Sehun down. Sehun scoffed.

“You’re with someone now, huh? You can’t tell me you actually got back together with him.” Sehun said, glaring at Suho.

“I did, and we’re happy together again, so just go.” I say, not wanting a fight to break out between the two.

“It’s in your best interest to leave.” Suho said, scrunching his eyebrows at Sehun.

“Have you forgotten what me and her did? Obviously, I proved that I was much better than you at having sex.” Sehun started. I felt Suho’s grip tighten.

“You’re gonna want to stop now.” Suho said through gritted teeth.

“The way she screamed my name instead of yours that night. It seems like I was the one she was in love with this whole time.” Sehun continued. Suho handed me his ice cream.

“Sehun, Stop.” I warned.

“I think the words you used was: Sehun, keep going.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I could have you all to myself if Suho wasn’t-“ Sehun started again, but Suho punched him in the face.

“Oh my god.” I said, dropping the ice cream, and grabbing Suho’s arm. “Let’s just go, He isn’t worth it.” I say, making Suho look at me. He looked angry. It was the same look he had on our wedding day.

“You’re whole relationship isn’t worth it. You should’ve just let her be with me.” Sehun continued to provoke Suho.

Suho turned back to Sehun, and yanked his arm out of my grasp and attacked Sehun again. This time Sehun fought back, getting some good hits in that was definitely going to leave bruises.

“Stop!” I yelled, trying to pull the two boys off each other but they were way too strong for me, and now they were drawing in a crowd. Suho pushes Sehun to the ground, and started punching him over and over again. I did everything I could to stop them but it was no use. “Please!” I cried out, not knowing what else to do.

There were police sirens and blue lights flashing towards us. A few cop cars stopped right beside us, and the cops got out and pulled Suho and Sehun away from each other. Suho was still trying to get to Sehun, but there were several cops holding him back. They bent both Suho and Sehun over the cop car and handcuffed them both.

“Wait. This is a mistake. What are you doing?” I asked the police, trying to talk them out of taking Suho.

“Ma’am, step back.” One of the policemen say to me. I did as I was told and watched Suho get arrested.

“If you ever come near her again, I swear I’ll kill you.” Suho threatened Sehun.

“Alright buddy, that’s enough.” The police said, putting Suho in the back of the car.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself. I didn’t know what to do, I was panicking. The cops drove off but one stayed behind.

“I’m assuming he was your boyfriend? Here’s where he’ll be. You can talk to the front desk about bailing him out.” He said, handing me a piece of paper with the address on it.

“Thank you.” I say, bowing to him. He left and I went back to Suho’s car and drove it to the police station where they were holding him.

I talked to the lady at the front desk about Suho’s charges and how much bail would be. It was 2,000 dollars, so thank god I had Suho’s card with me.

“You’ll be able to pick him up tomorrow morning.” She said.

“Tomorrow morning!? That’s a little late. I paid the bail, let him out now.” I say.

“I’m sorry, but he needs to at least stay here for one full day, no matter if you pay the bail. If you didn’t pay it, he’d have to go to trial and get a sentence.” She explained. (I don’t know how this stuff works).

I sighed, and sat down in one of the chairs. I wasn’t going to leave without him. I fell asleep in the chair, and was later woken up by one of the security guards the next morning.

“Your boyfriend is ready for you. He’s outside.” He informed me. I stretched, popping a few bones, and went outside where Suho was.

“Oh thank god.” I say, hugging him tightly. “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you he wasn’t worth it.” I say, examining his face.

“He just made me so angry. The things he said about you I.... I just couldn’t hold it in. I guess it was built up anger from before.” He said.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” I say, starting to cry.

“It’s not your fault. I could’ve ignored him but I decided to beat him up and get sent to jail for it.” He let out a sigh. “Now it’s all over social media. My reputation could suffer from this, but if it means he won’t mess with you again, it was worth it.” He said, wiping away one of my tears.

“No, it’s not worth it. You spent years building your credibility, now it’s going to be ruined because of me.” I say, sniffling.

“No, it’s not. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” He said, kissing my forehead. “I was kind of hoping you would tell me how hot I looked while beating Sehun up.” He said. I laughed at this, still crying.

“It was pretty hot.” I say, wiping away the last of the tears.

“I’m glad you think so.” He said intertwining his fingers with mine and leading me to the car.

Once we got to Suho’ apartment, I sat him down on the couch, and went to the kitchen to get some ice for his bruises. As I got it, I could hear him talk on the phone.

“I’m assuming you’ve seen the news about the fight...” He sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t see it. You need to be enjoying your time in Paris, not worrying about me.”

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, coming in the room. Suho put his finger to his lips, indicating for me to be quiet.

"What was that?" Avia asked, over speaker phone.

“...What was what?” Suho asked, making a face.

"I heard another voice"

“I think you’re just hearing things. I’m home alone. I have the tv on, it could’ve been that you were hearing?” He suggested.

"Yeah right, if you're hooking up with someone you're allowed to tell me.” She said, not convinced.

Hot tinder date. I mouthed to Suho, but he just rolled his eyes. “It was really no one.” He said.

"Ugh whatever just please stay out of trouble"

“Yes, mom.”

"Don't take that tone with me," She teased.

Suho laughed. “Have fun in Paris. Don’t worry about me too much, Okay?”

"I'll try." She sighed.

“I love you.” Suho said, before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh.

“Why didn’t you go with the hot tinder date plan?” I asked, pouting a little.

“I’m not saying I have a hot tinder date.” He laughed.

“So, how’s her time in Paris?” I asked, over exaggerating the word Paris, because, honestly, I didn’t care.

“Not sure. She didn’t really talk about it much. She was too worried about me getting into a fight and going to jail.” He sighed.

“I’m still really sorry about that.” I apologize again. I truly was sorry, I felt really bad about it.

“I told you, it’s not your fault there’s no need to apologize.” He said, pulling me into a hug that turned into a cuddle on the couch.

“Seeing you fight was pretty hot though. I’ve never seen you act like that.” I say, looking up at him. He smirked.

“Was it? Maybe I should fight more often.” He said.

Suho’s father called him, almost as soon as he hung up the phone. He looked at the screen for a second, debating whether he should answer or not. I shook my head no, telling him not to answer the phone, but he let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself and hit the answer button.

“Hello?” He answered, timidly.

“KIM JUNMYEON! Getting into fights!? Going to JAIL!? What the actual hell do you think you’re doing!? You’re putting our name in the garbage!” His father yelled over the phone.

“.. I know, dad, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean to happen.” Suho said.

I felt bad that he was getting yelled at by his dad. Suho’s dad was honestly extremely intimidating and scary. Even Suho was slightly intimidated by his father.

“What has gotten into you? You need to shape up, and get back to business mode, or I’m gonna have to get your brother to replace you.” His dad said.

“Yes sir.” Suho said, looking at the ground.

“If I see one more piece of bad news from you, I swear I’ll replace you.” His dad said, before hanging up.

Suho threw the phone on the table, and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. I scooted closer to him, and rubbed his back.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He sighed and looked up at me.

“He said that he would replace me with my brother if I messed up again.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“He won’t do that. For starters, you’re way more business savvy than your brother, and your brother also has that elementary school he owns. You know he wouldn’t leave that to work at the bank.” I said, trying to be reassuring.

“My dad hates the fact that my brother owns that school. He’d much rather have him working at the bank. If he got the chance, he would definitely replace me with my brother.” Suho said, with worry.

“No, he won’t. You’ll be fine, I promise.” I said, pulling him into a hug. He let out a long sigh, and pulled away.

“I should do some work.” He said, getting his laptop from the coffee table.

“Work? Suho, you need to rest. You spent the night in jail, I’m sure you didn’t get much sleep, and your face is all bruised...” I said, closing the laptop and moving it away from him. “For one day, just rest.” I pleaded. This was basically our everyday argument. “You could use it.” I said.

“Fine, but tomorrow I’m going right to work.” He said. I nodded in agreement. Anything to get him to rest today.

~~~

About a month passed, and nothing really happened. Sehun hadn’t tried to talk me again or anything. Kai has tried to ruin Suho’s reputation more, but Suho’s too smart for him, and was always a step ahead. I’m pretty sure Kai is still trying though.

Mine and Suho’s relationship was stronger than ever. He would even come home on time almost every night to be with me. Which, I felt a little bad about since work was always so important to him, but I was also extremely happy, because now I’m seeing him more.

Tonight was one of those nights when he came home early. We had dinner, and right after dinner we started making out on the couch, and obviously things started to get heated, so we moved to the bed room.

Dead ass in the middle of us having sex, I hear the front door open and close.

“Suho, stop.” I said, tapping his back.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” He asked, propping himself up more, so he could look at me.

“Did you hear that?” I ask, going silent to listen. All we could hear was our heavy breathing.

“No.” He said.

He started going back at it, but stopped when we heard another sound coming from the living room.

“I’ll go check it out. I swear to god if someone just broke into this house.” He said, getting out of the bed, and just pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He said, grabbing a bat that he kept in his room for god knows why. I let out a sigh as he left the room, and put on one of his shirts.

~Third Person P.O.V~~

Suho walked down the stairs carefully, and stopped when he heard the refrigerator door open and close. When he made his way to the kitchen, Avia walked out, and he hid his bat behind his back.

“Avia! Hey. You scared me, I thought someone broke into my house.” He said, putting his hand on his heart.

“Suho, sorry I didn’t know you were home.” She says, looking at the clock. “You’re home really early, I was hoping to surprise you when you got here.” She pouted a little.

“Yeah, I um... Finished up at work earlier than I thought I would today so I just came home.” He said. Avia paused for a minute and examined what Suho was wearing.

“Okay, one, where’s the rest of your clothes? And two, why are you so sweaty?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him for being so out of character.

“I was.... Working out.” He said.

“Working out?” She asked, not believing it.

“Yeah. Since I got home early I thought it would be a nice change to actually use the fitness room, so.” He said, nodding to himself.

“Mhm.” She says, still a little suspicious. “Anyways. I have so much to tell you about this Paris trip. We got a two week break, so I decided to come surprise my best friend and see how he was doing.” Avia says, leading him upstairs. “So, I think we should do what we used to, pop some popcorn, put on some random movie, and not watch it so I can tell you everything about Paris.” She said, stopping at his door, and reaching to open it.

“Woah, there.” He said, stopping her. “We can’t go in there.” He said.

“Why not?” She asked, confused.

“It’s a... it’s a mess in there. Like it’s bad.” He said.

“It’s always a mess in there.” She rolls her eyes, starting to open the door again, but he closed it.

“No, I’m serious like. It’s a mess.” He said. “We can talk in the living room. You go, start popping the popcorn and I’ll ... put on more clothes.” He said, making her go back downstairs.

~~Your P.O.V~~

Suho finally came back in the room, and started putting on different clothes. I looked at him, confused but he started talking before I could ask what was going on.

“Avia’s here.” He whispered.

“What?!” I whisper/yelled.

“Yeah. She’s going to be here for the next two weeks, because she’s on break or something, and now she wants to talk about her trip in the living room.” He said, throwing on a T-shirt. “I’m taking my phone with me so I can text you. I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was gonna be here.” He said.

“It’s okay, really.” I said, for his sake really. I’m actually kinda really disappointed that we couldn’t finish what we were doing though.

“Just stay here, and try not to make much noise.” He said, giving me a kiss before leaving.

As Suho went back downstairs he started to take down the photos of him and me that were now hanging back on the wall, and threw them in the closet to make sure Avia didn’t see him. After he did that, he joined her on the couch.

After a few hours, Suho texted me, telling me Avia fell asleep, but she was on his lap, and he didn’t know what to do. After about ten more minutes, he finally came back in the room.

“She’s in her bedroom now.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“I guess this means I have to leave now?” I asked, a bit disappointed about it.

“It’s probably what’s best, we don’t want another fight to break out again if she sees you.” He said, putting his hands on his hips. I sigh and get up.

“I guess I’ll leave then, since I’m not wanted.” I said, over exaggerating just about everything I did.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Suho asked, watching as I put my clothes back on.

“Of course.” I say, smiling.

“Good, then see you tomorrow.” He smiled, giving me a kiss, before I leave the house.

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Prompt: when he’s really horny and you refuse to give in to their pleads of help because your not in the mood. (no Happy endings…[maybe for some], payback for all those times they did the same to you)

Jin:

Coming home from work tired as hell was not how you expected your day to end, but working with kids did that to ya.

As soon as you reached your apartment door you groaned in annoyance, knowing Jin would be home and probably really hungry and tired as well from practice. The both of you have been eating take out for the past week, which was nice in a way because you didn’t have to cook, but you were getting tired of the food. Jin always won when it came to the choices of takeout. The little shit would rub it in your face each time he won at rock, paper, scissors.

Opening the door you were greeted by your cat (Y/P/N) she purred in delight making sure to rub all over your leg.

“Hey there (y/p/n)” Your cooed patting the top of her head.

“Jin!” you called out.

“Yes Dear!” he yelled back.

“Did you give y/p/n love and affection, I told you she gets-” you paused in the middle of your sentence when you entered the kitchen and made contact with naked Jin.

“y/p/n, gets antsy when she hasn’t had attention” You rolled your eyes at his sad attempt to seduce you. The man was standing in the middle of your kitchen with just an apron surrounding his narrow waist, with a clear as day erection underneath.

“What do you want to eat today” You said nonchalantly picking up the house phone. Jin cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head.

“Uhh.. I don’t know….. How about meat?” he smirked looking down at the apron that barely clothed him.

“No, I’m thinking fish” You dismissed him, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face.

“Don’t you want meat though?”

“I said I want fish, did you not hear me?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Jin frowned giving up the act.

“I’m dead serious, California rolls, maybe even crunchy”

“Namjoon swore this shit would work” Jin pouted

“Wait-Why the hell would you listen to Namjoon” You chuckled.

“So you do know whats going on.“ “Of course I do, you hornball”

“Hey at least i’m trying to spice it up a bit”

“This” you pointed to Jin’s apron, “Is not spicing things up”

“It is so, now can we stop the chit-chat and get to the-”

“You can take care of yourself, while I order food”

“Are you fucking-”

“Don’t act like your not two seconds away from busting a nut” You laughed.

Jin shut his mouth and glared at you before his eyes widened in recognition.

“Pay back is a bitch” You smirked walking up to him.

“Whenever you’re done let me know so we can order food, m’kay?” You rose up on the tips of your toes and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Suga:

For the first time in a long time it seemed as if was take your girlfriend to work day. There you sat on the couch in Yoongi’s “Genius Lab”, bored as hell. As much as you love Yoongi working and doing what he loved most-

“-you try sitting for 4 hours straight staring at all the little trinkets on his shelf, turning on your left side since you’ve been on your right side for the first 2 hours being scolded once you couldn’t keep still, leaving and going into RM’s studio room to see Jimin enduring the same as you”

“You know I’m not deaf right?” Yoongi snapped.

Rolling your eyes you casually went back to your conversation with your best friend, till you heard Yoongi smack his teeth in annoyance,“I’ll call you back” You huffed.

“What is it now?” You got up from the couch and walked up to the side of Yoongi’s chair.

“I’m Horny” he frowned looking up at me.

Rolling your eyes you looked down at the huge tent forming in his jeans. Yoongi continued to look at you while biting his lip (one thing he knew you loved).

“Baby” There was a desperate whine to his voice which almost made you change your mind till you thought back to your very own moment and need last week in which he completely ignored you and worked all night as you brought yourself to an orgasm while he stayed in the office at your apartment.

“Take care of yourself Suga” you said unapologetically.

“I just need a little help, please. I’m sorry for snapping at you” He said pathetically.

“You’ll say anything for this pussy, wouldn’t you?” you smirked moving back to the couch.

“Are you for real right now (y/n)?”

“Yup, I’ll even leave so you can have your privacy” Getting up from the couch once more you opened the door to exit.

“Fuck YOU!” Yoongi yelled from the other side of the door.

“Fuck YOU TOO!” You yelled back with a smile.

J-Hope:

College schoolwork never stopped you. You had about 3 Papers to write, 4 videos to watch for a public speaking course and 2 discussion questions to finish up. You finished your essays now it was time to pay attention to the four videos. Video number one-

Bursting through your bedroom door, J-hope opened a bag of Cheetos and jumped on your bed.

“Are you still studying?” he looked at the ceiling.

“Yeah, Cheeto breath”

“I didn’t even start eating” He laughed.

“You did open the bag and obnoxiously jump on my bed.”

“Look I can go-”

“No-Don’t leave…….”

“Okay” J-hope understood that you didn’t mind his presence, just as long as he was quiet you were willing to let him stay.

“You can come closer you know” J-hope gave you a knowing smile.

“Couldn’t resist could ya?” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel warm inside when you felt him bring his body closer to yours to lay his head on your lap. Letting out a sigh of relief, you began to get back to the video. It was honestly so pointless trying to give your attention to the video and J-hope.

The more you got into the video the more you relaxed and allowed your brain to be tortured with new information on how public speaking can help you get rid of anxiety. Not being able to pay attention, you tried to find new ways to concentrate. Without realizing you began to play with the ends of J-hopes hair, soft moans began to emanate from his mouth. The sound he made was so erotic it caused the hairs on your body stand.

“Mhmm, that feels so good” J-hope looked up at you with his lip caught between his teeth. His eyes darkened with lust and his breathe became more labored. Jay began to slide his hand down the thin material of his tee shirt.

“Gosh, I fucking want you right now” Jay groaned while shoving his hand inside his thin sweat pants.

Not wanting to give in, you tried to block out his pleas of help. As if Jay knew he began to remove his sweats till he was left in his tightly for fitted boxer briefs. Getting up from your lap completely, J-hope sat on his knees and began to caress his erection.

“Mhmmm, I want to cum for you so bad (y/n)”

“Jay I’m studying, please”

“Fuk I’m so hard for you right now” J-hope whined puling his briefs far enough so that the head of his hard cock peeked through the top.

“Do you want my pants off?”

“fuk” you muttered. “Take them off slowly” You gave up trying to study and you gave J-hope your full attention making J-hope give u a satisfied smirk.

“Like this?” he asked while hooking his fingers through the waist band of his briefs, slowly sliding the thin fabric down his toned thighs and to the cuff of his ass.

As much as J-hope wanted you to finish your school work, he wanted your attention just as bad. So without another word he pulled his briefs fully down his body and allowed his gaze to bore into yours.

“Please”

‘fuck it’, you thought.

NAMJOON:

With Namjoon being Namjoon, he would be straight forward about his sexual frustrations. Beating around the bush did nothing for the both of you except frustrate you even more.

“(y/n) I know I said we’d actually watch the movie but I’m really horny right now, think you can help me out?” Namjoon looked at you to school your reaction to his confession carefully.

“-And I said I wanted to watch the movie”, you smiled in his direction just to add a bit of fire to the flame.

“Playing hard to get I see” Namjoon inched closer to your body and leaned in closer to your ear, “I will not hesitate to flip you over, and beat the shit out of your pretty pussy, lets not forget.”

Your eyes grew wide at his loaded threat. Namjoon wasn’t much for jokes right now and you made such a big mistake assuming he was.

“Namjoon I-”

“You what baby girl?” Namjoon growled with his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.

“Shit” you cursed.

“I asked nicely didn’t I?” Namjoon stated and all you could do was nod your head. The amount of pressure Namjoon applied on your neck was just enough to cut of your heavey breathing. You were into some deep shit.

Jimin:

Partying with Jimin and his brothers always ended with you and Jimin completely drunk out of your minds. Which results in the two of you having hot and heavy dunk sex. Jimin was always less tense when he’s had a couple of drinks in. So you can imagine the fluid pace his hips went.

Well, Tonight was not that night. In Jimin’s misguided escapade on the dance floor, he managed to have his hands all over some blond slut in order to make you jealous. To his disappointment you weren’t drunk enough to let that fuckery fly.

“Jimin you grabbed a handful of that girls ass and looked straight into my eyes as you did it”

“I am horny and I just wanted you to want me more”

“You’re not even making clear sense”

“Can we just fuck and get it over with baby, I’m sorry” Jimin whined pitifully.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, face pink because of the alcohol. He looked so cute and sexy at the same time. It would be hard denying his request to fuck, but you wanted to teach him an important lesson.

“We’re going to bed”

“(y/n) yah-”

“You need to learn”

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