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I Crave Annihilation (P.2)

Title: I Crave Annihilation (Part Two) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mafia!Dark Tony Stark. Tony works for the reader’s very influential politician father moving guns and drugs. She starts flirting with him and he is returning the vibes. She moves into her own place out of her parent’s house and texts him to come save her from a house party. Smut ensues. Words: 3,450 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, HUGE age difference, angst, violence, infidelity, possessive behavior

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“Who does this pussy belong to, baby?”

“You, sir!” you keened, your knuckles white grasping your blankets.

Tony slowed before laying a hard smack across your ass, drawing a cry from you. He kneaded at your ass roughly, groaning. You could feel him pulling your cheeks apart as he thrusted, a low hum leaving his mouth. He was definitely relishing in watching his cock moving in and out. He laid another hard smack and you whined for him.

“Such a good girl,” he husked, resuming his brutal pace.

<><><>

Tony left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He smirked to himself, knowing he had worn Y/N out; she was going to be sore tomorrow. Just like how he liked to leave her so she remembered who she belonged to. Descending the stairs to the ground floor, he stopped seeing two girls sitting on the couch, looking pretty intoxicated, still holding drinks in their hands, Taco Bell wrappers spread out along the coffee table. They had not heard the girls come home; not a surprise considering how loud him and Y/N had been. He surmised they had been there for a while with the food and had been listening to him completely wreck Y/N upstairs.

He threw them a charming smirk and asked, “Roommates?”

“Yeah…” one said slowly, trying to hide the smile on her face. She was looking him over, taking in his tailored pants and pressed dress shirt.

“I wasn’t here. Right?” Tony responded, cocking his head in expectance. They both nodded and Tony winked, and he saw them both turn bashful in a second before he turned, opening the door and walking out.

As soon as he got outside, he pulled his phone out and texted Y/N.

Your roommates are downstairs. You might want to talk to them about keeping their lips sealed.

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You read the text and your eyes widened. You got dressed quickly and rushed out of your room but stopped at the top of the stairs. What were you going to say? You had been trying to keep this a secret for months.

Moving controlled down the stairs, you came to the bottom and turned to face the couch. They were both looking at you, bursting at the seams. Suddenly, they burst into laughter – the both of them – holding onto each other.

“Y/N! Do you have a sugar daddy?” Mara guffawed. She saw the look on your face, and she leaned forward, waving her hands in surrender. “No, no! I’m not judging! I’m just curious. He’s hot!”

“Oh my god, no wonder you don’t take guys home,” Lisa said. “Holy shit. He could beat the shit out of them if he ever caught you in bed with someone else.”

“How long were you guys here?” you asked uncertainly, worried about how much of it they had actually heard.

“Um… from the first ‘are you a dirty girl?’ I think?” Mara asked, snorting again. “And then every subsequent smack after that. How is your ass?”

“Oh, shut up,” you said as the two of them erupted into giggles again. “You can’t say anything!”

Lisa crowed, “Oh, it’s a secret! Oh okay.”

“I’m fucking serious,” you snapped, much to their amusement. “Now did you leave me any food or what?”

Mara laughed pointing at the bag, “Yeah. And I’m sure you’re absolutely famished.”

<><><>

Where are you?

You looked down at your phone, confusion coming on. You had told Tony what you were doing and where you were at when he had asked about an hour ago.

At the bar I told you.

I know, but where inside.

Are you here?

You know how much I don’t like people answering my questions with another question, baby.

I’m in the back.

Come to the front then.

Well, that answered your question well enough.

You made your way through the crowded back room, through the hall. You looked in the first front room and did not see him anywhere and you went through the doorway to the main front room where the bigger bar was set up. You spotted him and Steve sitting in a booth against the wall. He had told you that Steve was aware of your relationship, which had made you nervous, but Tony seemed to trust him, so you had to trust in that.

Sliding into the booth next to him, you asked, “What’s going on?”

“Figured we would swing by and see if you wanted to go out with us and Steve’s lady for the night.” Steve smirked at the comment. “Exclusive place.”

“You couldn’t have just texted me to get the answer?”

Tony simpered, “I wasn’t really looking to ask.”

Of course not. He was not the asking type.

“When are you going?”

“I’d prefer sooner rather than later. This bar is pretty… college-y.”

“I’m not entirely complaining,” Steve said finally speaking, his eyes wandering around the bar at all the people. His eyes lingered on one in particular and he winked at them, causing them to smile shyly.

“Can I get my drink then? Before we go?” you asked. “I was just about to.”

“If you move, I can go grab it for you,” Tony told you.

You shook your head, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. You quickly explained, “My friend owes me one. I bought the first round.”

“If you insist,” Tony said bringing his glass to his lips.

You tapped his arm before getting up again and walking through the tables to go back to the hall leading back to your table. You walked up to the table and your roommate, Mara, that was out with the small group asked you where your drink was. You eyed the line at the bar back here and frowned at how long it was.

“I’m gonna get but I wanna take that shot,” you said over the music to your friend, Gabriel. “Wanna come back up with me to the front bar? There’s less of a line up there surprisingly than the one back here.”

Mara was eyeing you knowingly, a smug smirk on her lips. You had been seeing Tony now for months since they had caught him leaving. You glared at her, willing her to stay quiet, as you grabbed your purse, and she held back a laugh.

Gabriel followed you up to the front bar and you shot a quick look in the direction of the booth to make sure they were still there. Tony was not looking at you but Steve was. Gabriel was talking to you and drew your attention away, your back to the booth now. The line went quickly and the two of you ordered your shots, took them, and left the glasses on the bar. You gave him a quick hug before parting ways.

Steve was getting up out of the booth, avoiding eye contact as he straightened out his leather jacket.

“I’ll be outside,” he said to Tony more than anything.

Tony finished off his drink and got up as well, his body brushing yours. He was peering down his nose at you and asked, “Anybody I gotta be worried about?”

“What?”

“The guy?” Tony asked.

“Yes, my friend.”

“’Friend’.”

You realized where this conversation was going and you sighed heavily, “Tony, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he asked, a dangerous tone underlying.

“I promise you I mean it when I say a friend,” you told him, leaning into him. His expression was stern, and you grabbed the lapels of his jacket, to pull yourself closer, and said, “Trust me.”

Tony’s tongue ran across his lower lip and he finally said, “Don’t betray that trust, precious.”

Later outside the high-end club, Tony and you took a break from the atmosphere to mess around in the backseat of his car. Foreheads pressed together as you straddled him, low moans filling the space in the car until the two of you came tumbling down.

Tony pressed his nose at you to get you to move your face and his lips found yours, his hand at the back of your head holding you tight.

“I gotta go on a trip for a week overseas,” he murmured.

“Where?”

His eyes crinkled with a tickled smile, “You really think I can tell you that?”

Shrugging sheepishly, you said, “No, I guess not.”

He pecked your nose, “I’ll be back before you know it. Promise. And I’ll bring you something back.”

That perked you up much to his amusement.

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You were coming back from the pool house a month later when you saw Tony coming up the path. You faltered in your steps as he advanced. He barely broke stride as he grabbed your arm and began pulling you along with him.

“What are you doing?” you asked him alarmed, stumbling once as you worked to match his stride.

He did not answer.

He was drunk, that was apparent.

You had been out with your mum shopping and she had asked you to take the new towels out to the pool house. Tony was over watching a football game with some of the other men and you noticed he had caught sight of you walking from the hall to the kitchen. You had tried to ignore his stare as you disappeared again, heading out the door. You had turned him down earlier in the week about him coming over and he being his persistent self, had shown up at your place anyway, only to find you gone. He had called you and you had had barely any signal as you told him you were not there, you were up in the mountains with your friends. You had not told him you were going on a trip considering it had been decided on a whim and that had only irked him more. You had not spoken since you had gotten back.

It seemed he did not pick up on the hint to be subtle and let it be until a better time.

“Tony, we can’t—” you tried to plead. You were terrified someone was going to catch you here and he was too gone to either care or think of that. Even if you were in the pool house, someone could have seen you two sneak in.

“Tony, my mum sent me out here to put the towels out here. We had more things to put away inside! She’s gonna wonder where I’m at!”

He was still ignoring you, dragging you and he shoved you inside the bathroom.

“Tony!” you tried again.

“Be quiet!” Tony ordered you, turning you around forcibly. Your hands sprawled on the wall, your ass pressing into his pelvis. His breath was hot on your neck when he said, “You ready to apologize?”

“Apologize—”

“Avoiding me?” he growled.

“I’m not—” you said trying to turn around, but his grip flexed, forcing you to stay as you were.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, hiking your dress up and shoving your thong aside to give him access. “How long have you been back?”

“A day—” you started to say but it was strangled in your throat as he began stroking your nub.

“A whole damn day and no text. No call,” he muttered angrily underneath his breath, working you up to get you ready for him. “Nothing to let me know you were back. That’s fucking naughty of you.” You ground against his fingers, biting your lip, whimpering. Upon hearing your arousal, he sneered, “You’re lucky I’m even taking the time to get you ready at all, precious.”

You felt and heard how wet you were getting – he knew how to play you like a fiddle.

Tony’s fingers disappeared and he kicked one of your legs out to spread you out further for him. Without much warning, he was pressing in roughly, his hands gripping at your hips. You moaned lowly as he stretched you out and let out a sudden cry as he pulled out and slammed back in. His thrusts were causing you to have to press your hands painfully into the wall to keep steady. He was not going easy at all.

One of his hands left your hip to wrap around your throat, holding your head back as he drove himself deeper. Your ass was clapping against his pelvis, mixing with the moans and his lewd taunting.

“You little slut, thinking you could hide from me,” he growled, giving a particularly hard thrust. “I thought I taught you better manners than that!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you keened.

Tony only stalled to yank you away from the wall and whirl you around to the sink, bending you over it before resuming his brutal pace. Your fingers dug into the countertop, as you begged, “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” Tony husked, his hips snapping.

He was driving deep, brushing your core with precision and you cried out again.

“Please fuck me, make me cum,” you whined in response, drawing a strangled laugh out of Tony.

“Just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

You heard the door open from behind the pair of you and your stomach dropped to your feet.

“What the hell is this?” you heard your mum exclaim.

Tony was out of you in a second, stuffing himself back in his pants. You craned your head around mortified, finding your mum staring at the two of you, disbelief splashed across her face.

Her gaze snapped to Tony, suddenly murderous. She slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster and shrieked, “You absolute piece of fucking shit! She’s a child!”

Tony looked furious at her laying hands on him.

“Now, Rebecca,” Tony said loudly. She went to hit him again, but he was quick, and he pushed her to the wall as you rushed to push your dress down. He had her pinned there by her collarbone.

“Tony!” you pleaded, coming up towards them but he held his hand out, warning you to stay back.

You stopped, looking between the two of them wildly. Your mother only had eyes for him, trying to pull his hand away with no avail.

“Let me go!” your mum demanded, trying to push his hand away but your mother was a very small woman and Tony was so much larger than her. “Are you insane? Do you know what Damien—”

“Are you? Are you insane?” Tony asked dangerously, their noses brushing. She struggled again but he shoved her back again roughly and she finally stilled, glaring murderously at him. His voice was low, “You don’t want trouble with the mob. Running off and telling your husband is only going to cause that. If he loses his temper, they’ll take my side on this and all the power he’s got is going to be compromised because he’ll lose our support. How do you think you two would fare without that support, hmm?” He was searching your mother’s face, who was silent now. He scoffed when he saw she knew what he was saying was right. He dug his hand in again and she only flinched slightly, “And Y/N’s an adult, not a child, as you just so stupidly said. She can make her own fucking choices.”

“Let. Me. Go,” your mother said, enunciating every word. “I got the message.”

Tony only held on for a few more seconds before he pushed away from her. He tore his eyes away from her before saying to you, “I’ll text you later.”

He left the room, leaving the two of you standing there, staring at each other. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife and you hated the disappointed look on her face. Time seemed to expand into an eternity that the two of you were standing there before she finally spoke.

“How long?” your mother rasped out. You looked at the ground and you felt her gaze boring into you. She demanded louder, “How long, Y/N?”

“Since October,” you said weakly.

“Christ,” she half sobbed. “That’s almost a year, Y/N! What were you thinking?”

You shrugged helplessly, “I… we have a relationship.”

Your mother shook her head and snapped, “You can’t!”

“I love him!”

“Y/N, you don’t know what love is. He’s twice your age! He’s using you!”

“No, he’s not. You don’t know—”

“I know what I know!” your mother exclaimed, causing you to close your mouth. She looked heartbroken, her eyes watering. “I know, Y/N. I know men like him. I’ve dealt with them too! He’s taking your most formative years and weaving himself into them! You can’t let… you can’t let him do that. You can’t build yourself around him.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t want you to see him.”

“I can make my own choices!” you said firmly.

She scoffed loudly, wiping away tears that had started to fall over. “What would your father think?” Your face screwed up in worry and you started to argue but she cut in forcibly, “I know! I know Y/N! That fucking… bastard is right. I won’t… I can’t say anything.” Her eyes met yours again and she shook her head. “Jesus, Y/N. I can’t look at you right now.”

Jaw clenched, you got the hint and stormed past her to leave and go home, irate and miserable at how the night had turned out.

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You had still continued to see Tony much to your mother’s disapproval. You meant it when you said you loved him, and you resented your mum telling you that you did not. But after seeing how he had treated her in the pool house, a small part of you was unsure now about the longevity and stability of the relationship. How could you stay together in secret like this forever, especially when he was ready to threaten anyone that tried to separate the two of you?

Unfortunately, you did not get the chance to make the decision for yourself.

“What happened?” you asked concerned, coming up to your mum quickly in their living room. You had come over to have dinner with them, but it did not look like dinner was going to be happening for a while or at all.

Your father was shouting into the phone on the patio, a few of his guys outside with him. There was fury and desperation in the air.

Your mum pulled you aside and said, “Something happened. I mean, obviously. sorry. Um,” she paused, stammering, as your father let out a slew of cuss words. “Um, your dad is trying to get control of the situation. Pull himself clear of it.”

“What situation?”

“There was a… police bust. Some of the men got arrested for… you know, it doesn’t matter what for. But, just let your father do his thing. Stay out of his way. It’s what I’m doing. How about you and me go out and grab food? It’s best for everyone to just let him be.” She paused and then added, “And honestly, this situation is best for you.”

The way she said that…

You knew who had been arrested.

Pulling away from her, you saw her start to say something else, but you turned abruptly, taking off down the hall towards the entrance way where you had left your purse. You dug through it clumsily before getting your phone out and dialing Tony.

His phone went straight to voicemail.

<><><>

~7 years later

You pulled up to your parent’s house seeing the copious amount of cars lined along the driveway. They were having their annual beginning of summer get together and as usual, you were invited as well as your closest friends, so you had people to hang out with. Some of your friends had already arrived, more than comfortable around your parents without you there.

The person that mattered the most to hang out with though was sitting in the passenger seat.

Your husband smiled at you and said, “I am very much ready for your mum’s crab cakes. Well.. you know, Willa’s crab cakes. Your mum just oversees the process.”

You snorted at this and said, “I know you are. And yes that is very true.”

It was hard to try to keep your heartbeat even now that you were here. You were going to have to face him. Tony and the others had just been released days before. You needed to steer clear of him after having ghosted him when he got arrested. You had been young, so young, and he had been sent to a different state for prison. It had been easy to make excuses and your mother had encouraged the excuses.

Your husband would shield you. You would make sure of that.

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Chocolate Dipped

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Steve has finally had enough of these two idiots. 

Warnings:  Angsty stuff. 

A/N:   I am feeling better! Just in time to make you guys cry for Christmas. This is in Steve’s POV at the start. I think I grabbed everyon’s tags but I was pretty sick this week. If I forgot to add you please shoot me an ask and I’ll correct it today. Also, half edited. I got lazy. lol If you like it come sing me a song, write me a story or scream at me!  This is the sixth part of my series Sugary Sweet. Make sure you catch up!

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“You goin’ home tonight, buck?” 

Steve hung around the doorway to Bucky’s office, hovering like a worried parent. The small room was lived in. Two weeks have passed since they attended Stark’s gala, and Bucky made it a point to work himself to death every single day since. There were cartons upon cartons of takeout, guest pillows from his penthouse on the leather couch that sat under the large windows on the south wall, and Steve caught Bucky wearing the same white button-up three days in a row. 

Bucky was avoiding something, and Steve had a decent idea of what that ‘something’ was. 

“Hm?” Bucky mumbled, barely looking up from his computer as he did. “Uh, no. Not tonight. I want to get this done for the Danvers account.” 

Steve sighed as he spun his keys around his fingers, debating how far he could push this before he drove Bucky away. 

“We have people who do that now, Buck. Go home and get some sleep. Wash your hair.” 

To Steve’s delight, Bucky looked up, humor lighting up his eyes and smile curling up the corners of his mouth. 

“You sayin’ I look bad, Stevie?” 

Steve forced through his concern long enough to grin. 

“I’m saying you haven’t been home since you broke up with Y/n. Are you ever going to tell me what happened?”

Bucky’s smile fell the moment Steve said her name, and his eyes fell back on his computer. He wasn’t going to talk about Y/n or their arrangement. There was nothing to say. It was never a real relationship as much as Bucky wanted it to be, so there was no reason to treat it as such. 

“I don’t have anything to say about it. There was no break-up. It was a temporary situation, and it’s passed. Let’s all move on with our lives.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Goodnight, Steven.”

The quiet tug of the door and the hitch of the latch echoes in Bucky’s empty office, leaving him alone in the darkened building. He knew Steve was trying to help, but Steve wasn’t. Bucky didn’t need to be babysat. He needed to go back to that coffee shop, pay for your coffee, and walk away before he let his heart fall yours. Yeah, he knew sulking in his office wasn’t going to fix anything, but he couldn’t face going home. Your toothbrush was still hanging next to his, that drawer in his dresser was full of your clothes, and there was the picture of the two of you resting on the nightstand. Taking down the pictures in his office was bad enough; at least here, the sheets didn’t smell like you.

It has been weeks when the hell was he going to get over you?

Bucky really hoped it would be soon. 

The bar was packed. No stool was empty, and the floor was full of kids half his age waiting for what was probably their first beer. Steve groaned. Dealing with grumpy Bucky and now this was completely unfair. The loud cheering made Steve wince as he pushed towards the middle of the crowd, it was hard to see through the crowd of twenty-year-olds, and he has never felt quite as old as he did at that moment. 

When did he become this grumpy old man? He blamed Bucky. 

Steve caught his wife’s whistle and grinned when he spotted her in one of those half booths that no one actually enjoys sitting at. 

“How is he?” 

Steve sighed and placed a kiss on her cheek as he squeezed into the seat next to her. That was a loaded question. He gripped his wife’s legs and pulled them over his lap, tucking her under his arm. Steve was going to make the most of the dollhouse-sized booth. 

“He’s… a mess. I know he misses her, but he won’t talk about it. I’m not sure what happened, but I don’t think it was a clean break like he’s making it sound.” 

“Do you think she left him?” 

He shook his head.  

No, Steve knew Bucky well enough to know guilt when he saw it. 

“I think Bucky didn’t speak up when he should have is what I think, and maybe she got tired of waiting to be more than a game.” 

Steve took a sip of Sharon’s red wine and made a face. She grinned and ran her fingers through his bread, scratching gently until he hummed softly and leaned into her touch.

“Well, I think,” Sharon whispered, watching the sleepy smile tug at Steve’s lips. “We are stuck sitting at the bar. The dining room is full of what appears to be teenagers. Somehow when we weren't looking, we became the oldest people in the room. It's a tiny booth or share a table with strangers.” 

“That’s alright. We can stay right here.” Steve nudged her chin up with two fingers and smiled. “I like being stuck with you.” 

“You think that sweet talk is going to get you somewhere?” 

“Pretty confident. Bucky taught me all I know."  

Steve grinned and pecked her lips.

A loud voice interrupted Steve’s train of thought and he couldn't help but listen in. 

“Look, if fancy man bun can’t see how awesome you are, then you don’t need to waste your time on him.” Steve tried to fight his smile. Whoever that was, he wouldn’t mind sharing a table with them.

“But… I think I love him.”

Steve froze when he heard your voice, and he subtly peeked over his shoulder to find you sitting at a table nearby. You weren’t alone. There was a blond guy he didn’t know, his arm was around your redheaded friend that scared the life out of him sometimes, Nat he was pretty sure, and another red-haired woman he didn’t know. He turned back around before you caught him spying, and he tried to listen over the boisterous shouts and loud, obnoxious music.

This was getting ridiculous. He was getting too old to go to places like this.

“And that sucks,” The guy continued."He’s shit for dragging you along because he knew how you felt. Everyone knew. I’m not saying marry Johnny Lightning--”

You were talking about Bucky.

“Storm.”

“Storm. Whatever. I’m not saying marry him, but it will help take your mind off the asshole who broke your heart.”

“First of all, I only know his name. I don’t have his number because I don’t want to go out with him, Clint. I don’t want anyone else. Can we just stop talking about this, please? It’s bad enough you drug me out of my nice warm bed and made come here. Please stop talking about Bucky.”

“I wasn’t going to let you hide in bed for the rest of your life,” The woman -- Nat, said with a hint of venom in her voice. “I wish you would have talked to him like I told you to. Something is off about this whole thing.”

“I didn’t have time! Things were over before I realized they were.”

“You could go talk to him now?”

“What’s the point? He’s obviously done with whatever we were. I haven’t heard from him in days.”

Bucky was the one that broke up with you? Steve hadn’t expected that, but perhaps he should have.

Steve fidgeted enough to wiggle his phone out of his pocket, silently quieting Sharon before she could make a fuss and draw your attention. He snapped a picture over his shoulder, even though he shouldn’t. You were staring at rose necklace Bucky gave you in Boston while your friends chatted amongst themselves, your eyes were red and puffy like you had been crying non-stop for days. You looked incredibly lonely for someone sitting in the middle of a crowded bar and surrounded by friends.

He dropped the image into a message and sent it off to Bucky.

“I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Steve placed a kiss on Sharon’s head and slid out of the booth, smiling at her confusion. He walked straight to your table and stopped next to you, making a point to get his shoes and black dress pants in your line of vision. You looked up, and your fingers slipped off the necklace, your mouth fell open and stuttered incoherently.

“Y/n, I think we should talk.”

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Across town, Bucky sat in his office, still sitting at his desk hours after Steve left him only now he was staring at his phone instead of his computer. Bucky hasn’t been able to look away from the damn thing since Steve’s text came in over twenty minutes ago. You looked good. Great. A little sad, maybe, but beautiful. He read Steve’s words one more time, and his heart clenched again.

She doesn’t look like someone who moved on. I think you left a few things out of the story.

So he did leave some things out. It was his right to leave out whatever he wanted to. Steve didn’t need to know why things didn’t work out. It wouldn’t change the outcome.

“Hi.”

Bucky’s fingers shook at the sound of your voice, so much so he dropped his phone back onto his desk. You stood in the doorway to his office, fidgeting and uncomfortable. You were still in that little black dress you were wearing in the photo, so you must have come straight from the bar. Bucky slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to yours.  

“Hi… what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

You looked guilty, and Bucky had to fight back a grin.

“Steve gave me his ID.”

You held up a little white card as an explanation and gave him that same shy, nervous smile you gave him when he offered to pay for your coffee all those months ago. Steve could never just mind his own damn business. Nosy little punk. 

Bucky should probably thank him for meddling this one time -- depending on how the rest of this night goes.

“Of course, he did.”

You took a few steps in, just enough that you could place the card on Bucky’s desk a keep your distance. Bucky watched your eyes scan his desk for your missing pictures, and he wanted to jump in and tell you they were on the bookshelf behind him now. They were hard to look at it all the time now. He saw relief flood you as you spotted them.

He still didn’t understand why you were here.

“Is everything okay, sweet girl?”

The name just slipped out. Bucky hadn’t meant it to. You weren’t… well, you weren’t anything anymore, and he didn’t have a right to call you pet names, but he couldn’t help it. Bucky wanted to call his sweet girl forever. Would have, too, if only the stars had aligned the way Bucky had wanted.

Bucky watched you as hesitated. You took a step forward and then stopped as if you were trying to decide where to go, towards him or out the door. He saw the conflict in your eyes as you fought with yourself, and then you stood up taller with your shoulders squared, having made your choice. You strode towards Bucky with determination, walking around his desk, and Bucky pushed off from his feet, letting his chair roll back enough to give you the space you needed-- wanted.

He hoped it was what you wanted.

Bucky didn’t move or make a sound. Just held his breath and waited.

You sank down on his lap, straddling his waist as you’ve done during the hundreds of times you’ve visited him in his office. Bucky waited until you settled comfortably, and his hands came up to wrap around you and rest against your backside. Your own find their favorite spot tangled in his hair, and the tears catching in your lashes were caught right away.

It took every ounce of strength he had not to lean in and kiss those tears away.

“You left.” You whimpered. “Just disappeared and stopped talking to me like we were never… something.”

Bucky’s heart twisted into something dark and ugly. He hadn’t thought there was much to say. Things had been off since he came home from Boston, and then that boy, he didn’t think there was anything left after that.

“I thought--” Bucky’s arms tightened around you, fingers pressed into your skin as he forced himself to admit what he was scared of since he first met you -- you didn’t really want him. 

“I thought maybe you liked that kid from the gala. He's closer to your age and… he could be someone who wants the same things you want. I didn’t want you to feel like you were stuck with me if you didn’t want-- if this was temporary. I thought that’s what you wanted.”  

“No, that’s not what I want.”

Bucky swiped his thumb under your right eye, wiping away the tears he could no longer stand to see. He didn’t know how to ask if you loved him or how to tell you that he wanted more, but this? He knew this. Bucky’s spent the last eight months asking you want you wanted and doing everything he could to give it to you.

He could do this.

“What do you want, babygirl? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

There was only one thing you wanted.

“I want you to love me,” you choked out in a desperate, hopeless plea. “I want you to love me like I love you. I want you to be in love with me.”

“Oh, baby.”

Bucky cupped the back of your neck and let the other rest on your back, firmly holding you in place on his lap. This was something he should have said months ago.

“I’ve been in love with you for months. Maybe since I bought you that first cup of coffee and you looked at me with those sweet lips and pouty eyes. You’ve had my love, sweet girl.”

You sniffed and took a breath, your bottom lip still trembling as you twisted over his words.

“But-- I, I heard you telling you Sharon you didn’t want a future with me.”

Bucky’s nose crinkled, and his brow furrowed. “What? What are you talkin’ about, baby?”

“In Boston. That night you were drinking at the bar. I came down to… to see you, and you said you didn’t want a family right now and not with me.”

Bucky was smiling, and he could tell by your pout you were about to jump off his lap because of it. He couldn’t help it. This was good. The best news he has heard in weeks. This was all because he was an idiot, and he could fix that. He could stop being an idiot. Bucky took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting the chair lean back all the way, so you fell against his chest, and your feet came off the floor just enough to make you unstable if you tried to get up on your own.

He needed you to stay put a little longer, and if you wanted to leave after he said his peace, he would let you go.

"Did you hear what I said after that?”

“No," you squeaked. “I ran back up to our-- your room.”

“Our room.” He corrected.

"Our room." You amended. "Then you came up and we-- Well, we made-- we..."

Bucky didn't need you to say anymore. He remembered. Bucky absolutely remembered making love to you. He held you against him and carefully explained what really happened that night.

“I did say that, but that wasn’t what I meant. It came out all wrong, and you'll be happy to know Steve and Sam would beat my ass to defend you without a second thought. What I meant and what I explained to them that night was I wanted to wait until you were ready for all that because if I’m going to do all that? Get married and have kids; I only want to do it with you.”

You groaned and thumped your head against his chest. “Why is Nat always right? She said you didn’t mean it. That it was a mistake.”  

Bucky chuckled quietly. His fingers gently rubbed at your scalp, and his lips found your skin, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Probably because she could see it written on my face. According to Sam, I look like a lovesick idiot every time you’re near me.”

Forcing yourself to lift your head, you met his eyes and whispered,” Bucky, I do love you, and I don’t want that dumb bellhop from Boston or any other guy. You’re all I want, but I’m not ready to get married right now. I know you are, and if you want all that right now-- I don’t know, okay? I graduate in May, and then I want to work and-- and --I don’t think I can--”

Bucky’s thumb settled over your lips, stopping your panic.

“I know, and that’s why I said I wanted to wait. Let you find your footing in a new job and get yourself settled there before we even talk about it. I wanted to tell you all this in Boston. Tell you how much you mean to me. How you’re all, I think about, every damn day and the nights that I’m not with you are like torture.”

Your eyes twinkled with someone Bucky didn’t like, and his cheeks warmed right away.

“So that was the whole picnic thing? And renting out the skywalk?”

Bucky nodded sheepishly.

“I might have chickened out. I was worried you didn’t feel the same, and I wasn’t ready to lose you.”

One thing was certain; you were made for each other. You were both idiots.

“So, you do see a future with me?” You asked, nerves showing through your shaky voice. You needed to be sure. You couldn’t go through all that again. 

“You weren’t just changing the subject with sex every time?”

Bucky barked out a laugh, the chair under you shaking from the force of it. You pursed your lips. He didn’t have to laugh so hard. It was a serious question. Bucky gave your hip an apologetic squeeze and shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean to do that. It was incredibly sexy to hear you say you only wanted... me. You could have asked me for anything, and you just wanted me. I like that."

“It’s true, though. I don’t want any of that other stuff. You’re the only thing I want, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, and his hand slipped under the hemline of your dress. “Somethin’ you want… right now?”

Your slender fingers gripped his wrist, and you shook your head. “Nope. What I want right now is to get you home, shower, and maybe sleep till late tomorrow. I haven’t-- I haven’t been sleeping great lately.”

The confession made Bucky remember how terrible he probably looked from his own sleeping habits over the past eighteen days. The last he saw in the bathroom mirror, the dark circles under his eyes, were getting pretty hard to hide. His beard was unkempt and thick and Steve wasn’t wrong about needing to wash his hair. He raised the arm you were still clutching and pressed a kiss to your fingers.

“This how it’s going to work from now on? Just goin’ tell me what to do all the time?”

“Yep. That’s how it works when I’m your girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen dramatically, and Bucky grins.

“I am… I mean, it’s okay I said that, right?”

“Well, you are my girl.”

Bucky can feel your tension deflate, and he really likes the smile on your face.

“Mmm, and you’re my sugar. My sweet fella.”

viii. lovers

genre : DDLG!au word count : 6.5k warnings — short fighting, drunk Jk, pet names, threesome, fingering, oral sex (receiving & giving at the same time), unprotected sex, creampie, cumshots, round 1&2, cumplay, light manhandling, double penetration, sloppy seconds, overstimulation, black out, Jk & Tae each cum twice, squirting, aftercare a/n : this was supposed to be a halloween special ripmycreativity,, only two parts left! n_n

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“__________,” Jungkook softly whined after staring at his reflection for the second time. “I look ridiculous like this. I can’t go out without the mask.”

You frowned and shook your head in his direction, showing your disagreement.

“You’re the only one to blame here,” scolded Taehyung while brushing his fingers through his temporary green-colored hair. “If you didn’t have so much fun scaring her in the first place maybe she wouldn’t be so afraid of it.”

Jungkook looked back at the mirror and remembered sneaking up on you with a zombie mask on and you crying out in surprise. He had chased you through two aisles, both lightly growling and convulsing with laughter as he watched you trying to spot Taehyung so he could protect you.

He eventually had to stop when you tripped over your feet and looked back at him with eyes filled with worry and tears.

“Baby, don’t be scared… It’s just me.” He had soothed you, still grinning,  while pulling the mask over his head and squatting next to you.

Jungkook let out a hopeless chuckle, “it’s not even the same. This one has nothing on. It’s just black.” He held out the mask to you but you looked away, busy trying to unwrap one of the lollipops they had given you as props. “I look like a freaking panda without it.”

“Well maybe, my idea wasn’t that worst like you asserted.” Taehyung mumbled. “Let Daddy help you with that.” He nimbly opened and gave it back to you.

“There was no way I was going there dressed as a rabbit.” He huffed, recalling the way he dismissed Taehyung’s original idea of dressing up as the Mad Hatter, Alice and the White Rabbit.

He watched him putting the finishing touches to your costume, drawing fake tattoos on your naked thighs before slipping you in fishnet stockings.

Jungkook’s eyes travelled up to stare at the ridiculously short shorts that served making your enticing ass all the more alluring from the view he could get in the mirror where you were sitting on the bathroom counter.

Taehyung’s hands moved to your neck to adjust the collar and made sure it wasn’t too tight.

Your jacket’s pockets were filled with candies — the main reason you had agreed to this costume choice, plus the colored bunches.

“I think you’re good to go,” Taehyung smiled down at you and you swung your legs in excitement as you looked at your reflection above your shoulder.

“But,” he trailed when he caught sight of himself, “my lipstick could get a little more smudge, don’t you think?”

You weren’t given the time to adjust to the proximity when you turned your head back, gazing up at the smug smile he was addressing you as he took the lollipop out of your mouth and claimed your lips in a languid kiss.

Jungkook watched you and tongued his cheek. He sighed and looked once again in the mirror, eventually deciding to remove the makeup around his eyes.

You pulled away from Taehyung to be able to breath again. He gave you his useful lustful look that had you blushing in one heartbeat. He bit his lips, unsatiated, and buried his face in your neck making you chuckle and lean back against the mirror.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungkook had put the mask back on. You whined and reached out for his half covered face in frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He snickered and pouted, “am I too scary?”

Taehyung leaned back up and looked at him.

“Well if you keep kissing him, I’ll keep it on.”

You quickly kneeled up on the counter and crawled to him. You frowned a little and gave him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Not here genius.”

“mmaks,” you fussed while pointing at his face.

You pursed your lips in his direction, realising you still weren’t going for what he expected he suddenly swooped you in his arms and gnawed at your neck earning shrieks and giggles from you.

Taehyung followed close, shaking his head to himself, “you’re such a kid.”

For lack of being able to let you go round the houses, the boys brought you to one of Jungkook’s friend’s party.

He parked the car nearby an impressively large house already packed. Music was heard blasting loudly from the inside.

You entered and didn’t argue when Jungkook suggested going for drinks where a bar had been temporarily improvised in the living-room.

Jungkook gulped down his first glass when Taehyung grimaced with every tiny sip taken.

“Wanna go dance?” He asked you when he noticed your eyes fixing the open space crowded with people.

You nodded and he helped you jump down the stool to let you go on your own. He watched you with a small smile.

The loud noise of the glass hitting the counter after Jungkook had just knocked back snapped Taehyung out of his thoughts and he looked back at him.

“Wanna go easy on them?” He grunted with a small frown. “You know how you get…”

Jungkook didn’t acknowledge him and asked for his third drink. Taehyung looked back in your direction.

You felt happy dancing among all those disguised strangers, you hadn’t been able to unwind that way in a long time and it felt incredibly good. The heat coming off of people and lights above you warmed you up and rapidly you became out of breath.

In your attempt to leave the dancefloor, you felt someone’s pressing against your back. You turned around and saw a man, a stranger, who was rather zealous and incredibly tactless in his way of getting close to you.

“no!” You shook your head at him, pushed his body and walked away.

You spotted Taehyung and Jungkook still sitting next to the bar surrounded by a couple of other guys you guessed were friends. You were stopped in your tracks when a hand latched around your wrist.

“stop!”

The familiar sound of your voice caught Taehyung’s attention as well as some people around you as you tried to free yourself from the rude man’s grasp.

“Just leave her alone,” you heard a female voice shouting at him but it didn’t seem like it had any effect on him, although he let go of your arm.

Before you had the time to react, Taehyung was taking your shoulders in his hands.

“You okay? Is he bothering you?”

“yes…” you trailed as you looked back at the stranger.

“Back up, I saw her first!” He snarled unceremoniously while shoving Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung stared back unruffled — yet the thought of smashing his face in seriously crossed his mind — and gently moved you behind him.

“Leave her alone and just walk away… She doesn’t want to go with you.”  He turned around and offered you a reassuring smile. He noticed Jungkook had approached in curiosity.

The stranger wasn’t going to be content with this. He raised an arm to grab onto Taehyung. “Hey, I-”

He didn’t give him the time to finish, grabbed his face and shoved him hard making him stagger.

Taehyung lingered his eyes on him but the man still showed some difficulty to understand your choice. He walked back and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook moved forward and punched the man in the face.

Taehyung protected you by moving you to the side while Jungkook’s friends took hold of him to prevent him from worsening things and helped the man to stand back up.

“I’m good,” he assured the two guys holding him before facing you and Taehyung. “This felt good,” he chuckled lightly while closing and opening his bruising hand twice.

“That’s what I was alluding to earlier,” Taehyung frowned at him.

“Oh come on, he totally deserved it.” Jungkook smirked and held his hands out to cup your face and play with your cheeks. “That’s what you get when you mess with our princess.”

You grabbed his hand to take a look at it.

“Don’t worry about me, babygirl.” Jungkook kissed the crown of your head.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch; Taehyung made sure Jungkook didn’t drink anymore and you helped him get rid of all his pent up energy.

You went back home with a slightly drunk Jungkook that had trouble lying low. He would laugh for a trifle and it would make you and Taehyung laugh at him in return.

Without quite realizing it, the two of you followed Taehyung to his room.

He went to the bathroom after getting rid of his jacket and shoes. Jungkook helped you out of yours and took his off straight after.

You sat on his bed to count all the candies that you had left while Jungkook remained on the floor and began to sing a medley of songs you didn’t manage to recognize.

Too enthralled by the one you were unwrapping you didn’t notice his singing had stopped and that he was now eyeing you.

“________,” he teased when you still hadn't noticed him. “Look at what I got.” He threw the candy he underhandedly snatched and caught it in his hand.

You frowned and held your hand towards him.

“If you want it back, come get it.”

You rapidly collected the few left you had and climbed down the bed to take the candy from him.

He rolled away and lied over his hand tightly closed which made it almost impossible for you to get anything done. Even drunk, he was much stronger than you.

A fit of laughter took over him as you tickled him. In his process of escaping your merciless fingers, you managed to climb on top of him and he eventually opened let you have it.

You threw the candy in your mouth and started to bounce on him, experiencing a high and sudden burst of energy caused by the increase of your blood sugar.

“Oof- baby…” Jungkook threw his head back and whined with a frown, “stop jumping like that…” His hands came to rest on your hips, although you didn’t feel any attempt from him to make you stop.

What you did actually feel was the thickness of his boner proding beneath his leather pants which had you feeling a little puckish.

Jungkook craned his head to gaze up at you, tonguing his cheek as you started grinding on him.

“What are you trying to do?”

His fingers slid around your hips and further down to grab hold of your ass and press your cores harder against each other.

Your arms, stretched on his chest, faltered.

“Why are you escaping now?” He chuckled, watching you climbing out of him. “Come back…”

You crawled on the carpeted floor but he grabbed your leg and pulled back to him, earning a giggle from you.

“I said come back.” He got you on all fours and wrapped himself over you. “M’feeling horny now…”

You yielded and let him lead you back against him and close his hand around your throat while he began to nibble on your ear.

Taehyung walked back in the room shirtless and with his face cleaned up.

He sat at the end of his bed with wet wipes in his hand and shook his hair out of his eyes. “C’mere.”

Jungkook let you crawl to him and you quietly stayed between his legs while he carefully removed your makeup.

Jungkook flopped on his bed, took off his tight shirt and watched you with a look that spoke volumes.

When Taehyung was done, Jungkook patted the bed next to him and you joined him.

“You’re planning to sleep here?” Taehyung raised a brow at him as he unbuttoned his pants.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled and shared a look with you. “Are we tired, ______?”

You shook your head and smiled at Taehyung while Jungkook whispered in your ear.

He smiled back, a little unsure and discarded his pants on his desk chair.

You slowly rose on your knees and pulled on his hand so he would join the two of you in his bed.

“What’s up?” Taehyung grinned once you made him lie on his pillow.

Jungkook nudged the crook of your neck and peppered it with soft kisses. “I think she’s feeling quite playful tonight.”

“Do you?” trailed Taehyung in a small voice as he watched you bring his fingers to your mouth.

You kissed them, softly pressing your lips, licking and sucking all of them while looking up at him with doe eyes.  

You mewled around his finger and he finally noticed Jungkook’s hand gently which was rubbing you between your legs, tracing the outline of your slit above your thin shorts.

Taehyung wasn’t expecting this just as he was surprised by how fast this was arousing him.

His lips parted and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him, guiding his hand to hold onto your breast as he quickly got absorbed in the kiss. Jungkook shamelessly began to rub his boner against your ass, simultaneously pressing harder against your cunt.

You relished their touch, moaning out of pleasure everytime Taehyung would flick his thumb on your nipple or Jungkook would brush your swelling clit.

You reached back to tangle your fingers in Jungkook’s hair while he busied himself to mark the skin of your neck. You broke apart from Taehyung to kiss Jungkook and managed to reach down to palm Taehyung above his boxers.

He groaned at the feeling of your soft, warm hand jerking him off.

He lifted your top and cursed under his breath at the sight of your bare breasts heaving. His long fingers cupped one to latch his lips around your sensitive bud.

Your hand gripped onto his head instead when he was too far from you to keep touching him any more.

You whimpered as you kept kissing Jungkook, feeling yourself getting even more excited.

“Mmhhm, baby’s getting wet.” He smirked.

Taehyung reluctantly let go of your nipple to kiss his way down your tummy while Jungkook’s hand cupped your breast, allowing him to take your shorts and stockings off.

You heard him cuss again at the sight of your exposed heat entirely soaked even after having been barely touched. You adjusted yourself on your back to make it easier for him. He positioned himself between your legs and began to kiss your thighs and lower stomach.

He purposefully avoided where you needed him the most, teasing you with every brush and kiss around your pulsing entrance and making you groaned.

“Aw baby, you wan’ be touched already?” He cooed while running his thumb along your wet slit. “Yeah? Want my mouth on you?”

You pathetically nodded, earning chuckles from both men.

Taehyung indulged you although he rubbed his tongue torturously slow over your entrance, taking his time in tasting your juices and making you pout and frown. He enjoyed watching your face go through all kinds of emotions just with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook raised onto his arms and reached down to unbutton his pants and free his thick cock. He wrapped a fist around the veiny skin, pulled taut with every pulse. The bead of precum coating the swollen head gained in volume the longer he watched Taehyung eating you out and listened to the delicious sounds coming from you.

He hissed when his finger rubbed the back of his head and grabbed your attention.

“Wan’it princess? Wanna taste me?”

You nodded, frustrated because Taehyung was still teasing you.

“Yeah? Why don’t you sit on his face while you take me in your pretty little mouth?”

You waited for Taehyung to lie on his back and carefully lined your glistening cunt over his mouth, this would probably help end with his games and get you what your body was craving.

Jungkook went to stand next to the bed, stedding his pants.

He cupped your chin and smiled down at you, endeared, when your mouth fell open for his cock.

His lips pinched together as you slowly ran your tongue all over his head to get it wet. Moaning right after you did when you felt Taehyung’s lips molding around your neglected clit.

“That’s it baby… No hands, fuck… Your tongue feels so so good.”

Jungkook slowly began to fuck your mouth so you would be able to grind against Taehyung’s.

Funnily, their hands tightened around you at the same time.

Taehyung dug his nails deeper into your ribs when he felt your thighs trembling every time he would lick your most sensitive spot, not that you wouldn’t be able to escape him with Jungkook fisting your bunches to force more of himself inside you.

Drool gathered around your mouth as tears brimmed your eyes. He allowed you to take him out of your mouth just when Taehyung inserted two fingers and knowingly reached your g-spot while sucking on your clit, drawing you closer to your orgasm.

Jungkook grinned. “Don’t hold back baby.” Pleasure filled him as he held onto your feeble arms and let you lean against his strong thighs for support.

You clawed his skin while Taehyung calmly worked you to your climax, softly chuckling against your sensitive core when he finally felt you coming and steadily rode your high out.

Jungkook helped you upward and made you crawl towards him so he could kiss you again while Taehyung sat up.

He never would have expected his best friend to be okay doing what he thought was about to happen. He was the broad-minded, unashamed one.

He wasn’t complaining but definitely surprised although he attributed it to the numerous drinks his best friend had.

He had to make the most of it, it wasn’t everyday he would get you at their mercy, quite literally trapped between their bodies.

You continued to kiss while he got rid of his boxers and climbed back on the bed. You felt his hands pulling on the two elastics to let your soft hair fall down your back. Jungkook broke your kiss and smiled down at you while Taehyung removed your shirt and tossed it somewhere.

He licked on the curve of your neck and inhaled the pleasant scent of your hair as he nudged his hard length between your soaked lips which had you keening and throbbing in anticipation. His hand resting on your hip, travelled down to push his tip inside you.

You clung onto Jungkook for purchase as Taehyung carefully pushed further in, the amount of slickness gathered there was greatly helping to welcome his girthy member.

His face remained buried in your hair, he furrowed his brows when he felt you stretching deliciously around him the way his fingers could have never. Your walls kept tightening reflexively around him as he began to pull out and slide back in and made you both moan out.

Jungkook bent to suck on your perky and bruised breast before taking the base of his wet leaking cock to rub the blunt head against your sensitive clit.

“Like it, baby?” He cupped your face to force you to look at him, smirking when you frowned after he sped up the pace of his rubbing. “Hm?”

He knelt down in one go and closed his mouth around your clit, surprising both you and Taehyung.

You cried out and your body felt weaker. Taehyung clasped your arms in his embrace with one  hand, caging you against his chest so you wouldn’t either lose balance or try to escape them. His other hand grabbed your chin to catch your lips in his without faltering the pace of his hips.

Jungkook alternated between flat licks of his tongue and harsh suckings, abusing your swollen clit. He felt you were getting close again and he didn’t want to cut himself off with some cocky remark.

They weren’t hasty in their touch yet you were getting close to your second climax of the night incredibly quickly.

“Gonna cum again?” Taehyung sighed against your mouth, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

Out of habit, his hand moved but he remembered Jungkook was already taking care of you and only rested his palm on your lower tummy. “Wanna feel your cum, kitten… Cum around my thick cock, hm.”

Your thighs shook in Jungkook’s hand and he moaned into you, sweet vibrations that triggered your second orgasm.

You gasped and jerked forward while Taehyung made sure you wouldn’t fall over. You felt your mind blacking out in the throes of your climax and sobbed your pleasure when Jungkook didn’t want to let go of your throbbing bud.

“Fuck,” Taehyung grunted when you pushed back against him so you would break away from Jungkook, sinking yourself to the hilt and setting off his orgasm before he could do anything about it.

You both stilled as you felt his chest pushing hard against your back stuck together with sweat and the rush of his warmth filling you deep.

Jungkook stood up and jerked himself off, watching Taehyung kissing you urgently as he kept milking his cock inside your trembling figure.

He came closer and bit your neck where the skin was pulled tight as he felt his cum moving through his twitching length.

You broke apart from Taehyung when the first ropes covered and trickled down your puffy lips.

Jungkook blindly kissed you, breathing hard against your face. “I wanna go again.”

You felt your heart skip a beat.

Taehyung grinned against your head. This would totally be a red-letter day.

He loosened his embrace and felt you leaning further into him and heard you whine lightly, feeling a little drowsy.

“Are you okay with this?” He spoke softly in your ear while brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You couldn’t feel happier than when you were their center of attention, in any circumstances, so you felt the natural need to please them just as much.

You meekly nodded with your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Jungkook. He smiled satisfied.

Taehyung gently pulled out of you and moved to one side while Jungkook went to lie down.

“Come here my pretty baby,” he beckoned you with open arms and you indulged compliantly. “No, like this.”

He helped you lie your back against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You could feel his cock pressing up against your thigh after he had adjusted it.

His hands reached for your legs to open them, baring you in front of a quiet Taehyung who was slowly stroking his wet cock, carefully avoiding his sensitive head.

He smiled fondly at your vulnerable state when you met his eyes and slowly rose to his knees.  

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth the longer he stared at your sullied cunt covered with Jungkook’s seed as his seeped out bit by bit.

While Jungkook was whispering sweet nothings in your ear and pinching your nipple, Taehyung started to run his fingertips along your thighs and didn’t waste a second when he got near your heat.

He drew a mewl out of you when he started to smear the cum in circles, you clenched when he brushed your clit, pushing more of it out onto Jungkook’s balls.

Your legs wanted to close again but Jungkook stopped you with a chuckle while Taehyung began to rub you with the head of his cock this time around, firmly pressing the tip against your slit and bluntly dragging it upwards. He pressed it back into you and massaged it into you with slow calculated strokes of his hard dick.

You curled your toes and arched against Jungkook when you felt Taehyung prod at your throbbing entrance.

“You really want to be our good girl ?” Jungkook cooed.

Your eyes fluttered closed once Taehyung pushed himself back inside you, making him curse aloud at the feeling of your overly-wet cunt.

“Fuck… fucking messy...”

“Is it?” Jungkook wondered between kisses on your cheeks. “I didn’t get to feel you yet, baby… Will you let me?”

You whined when Taehyung pulled out but Jungkook quickly made up for his absence. He didn’t show any restraint and finally pushed himself ball-deep.

“Shit...” He groaned in your ear, “how’s that?”

Taehyung couldn’t look away from the lewd sight of his best friend’s thickness stretching your tight hole wide open as he also got coated in your mixed cum. He watched him scoop some of it with his tips and brought them to your mouth for you to suck on. His cock throbbed on its own.

With one hand on your knee, to secure your legs open, he began sliding the sweet spot underneath the head against your clit in rhythm with Jungkook’s pace.

“I’m sure you could take us two inside your tight pretty hole...” Taehyung grunted.

“Fuck- I’m sure you would baby, right?” Jungkook hissed at the thought and you felt his cock flex against your walls.

He slipped out and Taehyung gasped at the facility with which his fat cock slid back in. He tried not to waver when he felt Jungkook blindly making his way through.

“Relax, kitten,” Taehyung soothed you with a kiss to your cheek. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”

You listened to him and tried to unwind a bit more after Jungkook managed to slip his tip inside. You whimpered the more he pushed himself in and his hand went to grip your throat.

“Princess, don’t stop now… you’re doing so good…” He grunted against the side of your face. “Just a little bit more.”

Taehyung kept a close watch on you while carefully thrusting. Their slow pace allowed you to adjust a bit more although their girths combined didn’t enable them to go past half their lengths.

“Feel us there?” He heard Jungkook hiss as he slid one hand against your belly. “Feel us deep inside you, princess?”

The feeling was unlike anything you had experienced before, as gentle as they tried to be the stretch felt overwhelming and you could feel their struggling to keep themselves inside you and move together but the thought of having them inside at the same time didn’t fail to make you wetter and squeeze as hard as you could.

Taehyung’s eyes travelled down your body until they caught glimpse of your spread thighs with him sliding in and out of you and taking it all in. Blood rushed down his taut core and he bit his lip at the sight of your creamy wetness.

“God I’m gonna cum soon…” Jungkook suddenly whined, eyes shut tight as his arms tightened around your upper body. Taehyung decided to withdraw.

Jungkook’s pace became uneven as he came inside you, balls tensing as he reached deeply inside you.

Once the waves of his orgasm subsided, he pulled himself out slowly, so as not to let a drop come out and tugged his cock to the side so Taehyung could slide back in your drenched entrance.

Jungkook kept holding you with his hand still gripping your neck as Taehyung raised your left leg against his chest, kissed your ankle and picked up the pace. His eyes were glued on your face, studying the way your features changed as he fucked you.

With trembling fingers, Jungkook started rubbing your sore clit. You felt overwhelmed and soon it became too much with Taehyung still working his cock inside you.

You cried out, shaking your head, nails digging in his forearms and writhing in oversensitivity but Jungkook carried on, unwavering.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung tried to sound stern but he couldn’t when you clamped so hard around him because of Jungkook, you felt so tight he didn’t even know how you could still be when they had just stuffed themselves at the same time inside you. His hand hastily reached for the headboard.

A fucket out smile curved Jungkook’s lips as he watched the two of you struggle to cope with each other’s feeling. Your cries got silenced, head thrown back, your eyes rolled upward. He felt you become undone and Taehyung came right then.

You weren’t responding anymore while Jungkook kept rubbing you rapidly and very soon after they both felt you squirting on them.

“Fuck! I’m still cumming...”

Jungkook chuckled a curse out at his best friend’s whining.

Taehyung held the back of your head in his hand, a little worried when you were still not responding. Your cheeks were wet with tears. Your eyes were still shut tight because he was still ball-deep inside you.

Jungkook eventually slowed down his assault while Taehyung slipped out of you, a trickle of sperm linking his tip to your pulsing entrance.

You couldn’t make sense of your surroundings as your trembling body sought comfort. Taehyung took care of you after Jungkook carefully laid you on the bed to go fetch something to clean your bodies with since none of you had the strength to shower right after.

“Aw baby,” Taehyung cooed in your ear when you buried your face in his neck. “ you did so good tonight… So good.”

“Daddy,” you whimpered when you felt his warmth leaving you and clung onto him with the weak strength left in you.

“It’ll be quick, kitten, just the time needed to clean you up a bit so you can sleep, hm?”

You shook your head and mewled when the towel soaked in hot water Jungkook brought came close to your sensitive skin.

Taehyung kept praising you while Jungkook tried to be quick.

“Here,” Jungkook handed you your sippy cup. “Just a little…”

As soon as Taehyung finished cleaning himself, he gave the towel back to Jungkook and covered your bodies with the sheets. You got back to nuzzle his chest, making his heart flutter.

“If you don’t come back, turn off the lights,” he trailed to Jungkook when he was heading out.

Taehyung frowned when a sun ray gradually appeared along his face, warming it up and awakening him from what had been a short yet deep slumber. He stretched his body, rubbed his eye and blindly looked for his phone.

He grunted, “what time is it?”

It read 13:34 pm

He let his phone fall back on his night table with a heavy thud to yawn and stretch again.

He looked on his left and saw you sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed after you had unconsciously pushed him to the edge of it. He smiled sweetly at you as he continued to gaze at the top of your head peeking past the thick covers.

He rolled onto his side, facing you closely and gently pulled the sheets away from your face.

“Sleeping with her mouth open… Cute.”

He didn’t have to think twice.

His right arm snaked around the cover to keep you close as he closed the space between your faces. It felt natural to kiss you right then.

He very softly pecked your nose, your bottom lip and your chin.

Your mouth closed in a cute pout and your brows slightly furrowed at his touch.

“No, no, sleep, sleep...” He quickly interjected the second you had begun to stir.

You stopped moving and fell back asleep. Taehyung remained close and didn’t stop watching you.

“So cute... Even your breathing’s cute...” He adjusted the covers below your chin. “What if I kiss you again? ... You’ll wake up, right?”

This time around, you flinched and turned your face away after he kissed the corner of your mouth, whining your rejection aloud.

Taehyung feigned surprise and opened his mouth in fake shock for a short while before crawling close to you again and burying his face in your nape.

He whined, “but I wanna kiss you... What should I do?” He gazed down at you as if pondering. “Whatever...”

He gently imposed himself on you, nudging your cleavage to get access to your neck where he began to tickle and kiss you.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to whine or giggle. Eyes still closed, your hands cradled his head and you tried to push him away.  

He kept on teasing, “who keeps kissing you? Hmm?”

His arm was then beneath the covers, directly reaching your warm body.

You closed your arms tight to prevent him from tickling your armpits. He eventually stopped his assault and pulled away to take a look at you.

“It’s nothing,” he claimed with his mouth agape, lightly gasping for air. “Go back to sleep, don’t mind me.”

You giggled again when he went back for your neck but your hands effectively blocked him away. He surrendered.

“You’re awake now aren’t you?”

You nodded and remembered to be annoyed with him. He let you push him on his back and welcomed your head on his naked chest.

“daddy’s fau’t...”

“Is it? M’sorry baby…” You felt his fingertips trail along your head and his other hand cup the small of your back. “I couldn’t help myself, you look too cute when you’re asleep...  So I kissed you… There’s nothing I can do about it… Neither do you.”

You heard him chuckling lowly, a deep soothing melody that cut the sound of his heartbeats and rumbled through his chest to your ear. “You were sleeping with your mouth wide open.”

His laugh resumed with greater intensity when you tried to hide your face away. He brushed your hair away from your face, to no avail.

“There’s nothing wrong with that… You looked cute,” he continued with a groggy voice. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both so he was the one on top.

“Are you embarrassed, hm?” He nudged your hands covering your face and kissed them. “Aw… Let me see your face.” You peeked your eyes above your fingers. “Pretty, so pretty...”

You hid again, “no!”

“Why?” He grinned tiredly and flopped back on the bed next to you. “You’re so cute.”

You rolled on your tummy and buried your face in the pillow.

Silence fell.

“Weren’t you hot during the night?” He trailed while looking up at the picture window. You roughly  brushed your hair up so you could look at him clearly. “I woke up once because of it… Jungkook went to sleep in his room.”

You hadn’t even realised his absence.

“I went to open the windows but then,” he turned his head towards you with a small grin which had you pulling on the sheets to cover your face, “you turned into a caterpillar and hogged the covers…”

He bopped the tip of your nose.

“I guess the air was too chilly so I closed it again…”

A cloud appeared in the clear blue sky, “I guess autumn finally arrived… I like autumn winds, it feels nice.”

He rolled again towards you and hugged you to him as he dove his face in the crook of your neck.

“And you smell so delicately sweet... So, so sweet...”

You blushed again, remembering the long night you three had and how you all decided to skip washing yourselves until later.

“What?” He grunted, almost annoyed for real this time; he gently pushed your body to lie on top of you. “Let me smell you a bit, that’s part of my morning routine… I don't care if it’s not morning anymore… You feel good against me.”

It sounded like he had fallen back to sleep but he yawned again loudly and held himself above you on his hands. You looked up at him with curious eyes.

“I’m hungry... What do you want to eat for breakfast? Or lunch, I guess… I don’t think we have anything left here.” He stretched again, sitting his hips back and his arms forwards for five seconds. His moan got muffled by the sheets, “I have to go out and buy some groceries...”

He climbed back up and kissed your forehead. “You can sleep a bit more and I'll wake you up when I come back… or you wanna go shower with me?”

You lightly nodded and grunted a bit as you obviously tried to do something but lacked the strength.

“What is it?” Taehyung wondered as he watched your arms coming from under the covers. “Wanna hug?” You nodded again and he cooed, “babygirl... I have to kiss you again because you’re too adorable… c’mere.”

An hour and a half later, Jungkook decided to shuffle his way to the living-room, his body aching everywhere.

He noticed you there, quietly watching T.V and playing with your styling head. Your hair was still a little wet.

His head was still making him dizzy and it was without hesitation that he let himself flop on the couch.

You watched him with worried eyes as he lied still with his face buried in the couch. “you okay?”

His voice came out muffled. “Hmmhm…”

He eventually rolled on his back and brought his hands to his pounding head. “Turn the volume down a bit… Where’s Taehyung?”

“hm... food!”

“He went out to get food?” He sat up and opened his eyes to stare at you as you stood up to get the remote.

“You’re not cold? Dressed like that?” He wondered, after settling the blurriness in his eyes.

You shook your head and went to sit back but he grabbed you before and made you sit on his lap.

He kissed your cheek. You handed him the remote and averted your attention back on the T.V.

“You’re aware you're wearing your- my hoodie backwards… right?” He observed as he leered at your naked thighs while lightly rubbing over the small bruises. He chuckled. “Well, I guess it’s a dress on you...”

You gently nuzzled your head in his neck and he took care of lowering the volume.

“Baebae…” He bounced you with his knee to get your attention. “Would you get your cute butt in the kitchen and bring me some water please?”

You proceeded to stand up but his arms held you back.

“Ah… I guess I have to let you go…” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Come back quickly.” He lightly smacked your ass.

You scampered away and came back a short while later. You placed the glass on the table and attempted to open the water bottle but the cap was closed too tightly.

Jungkook gathered the last remnants of his strength to uncork it.

“oops,” you muttered when you still spilled some on the table. You carefully tilted the bottle until the glass was full and gently handled it to him. He thanked you and swallowed it all in one go.

He felt your eyes on him. “Wanna drink too?” You nodded with a bashful smile. He promptly handed you the glass so you could pour yourself some of it.

You sat next to him and he laid his head on your lap, allowing you to style his hair instead. During a few minutes, it sounded like he had fallen back to sleep.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you heard him trail off. “I knew I didn’t have to hit that guy but I didn’t like the look on his face… I’m a bit of a jackass sometimes to be honest… I’m just nice to you so you don’t see it…”

You smiled at him.

“... I’m gonna fight for you no matter what.”

next part : ix. strain

A Number, Not a Name part 11!

Everyone’s on a collision course and we’re getting closer and closer to the climax. 🙈😶😁Hopefully you all can keep up with what’s going on. We know what happens and even we’re finding ourselves 😱 by these twists and turns. 🤪😆 Hope you enjoy! 💓

Chapter 11: Bound to the Dark

A week earlier:

Milena walked quickly on the cobbled pavement, her eyes scanning every direction to make note of the people gathered in the alleyway. Her right hand was placed directly over her gun, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice. Around her tall dark buildings cast their darkened shadows on the ground, illuminated by the nearly full moon that hung in the night sky.

Milena stopped outside of an old bar, her eyes focusing on the sign fastened above the door. Almost all of the letters had gone out, leaving only the “k” and “o” of “Zakázáno” illuminated. Her father had once told her the meaning of the word. If she recalled correctly “Zakázáno” meant “Forbidden” in Czech yet the passage of time had clouded her memory. She walked into the establishment and up to the wooden bar at the back of the room. The bartender placed the glass she was drying behind the counter and turned her attention to Milena.

“Hello. What can I get you? We just got a new shipment of rum in, all the way from Cuba. Though of course, it’ll cost you extra.” The woman grabbed another wet glass and started drying it off.

“No thanks. I’m not here for a drink. I was hoping to see Emin. Is he around?”

“Yeah, he’s around. But he’s busy going over the books.”

“It’s rather urgent that I see him. I have some important business to discuss.”

The woman placed the glass she was holding on the counter and sighed. “Fine. I’ll take you to see him. But he better not fire me for this.” She walked from behind the counter and motioned for Milena to follow her. “This way.”

The two of them walked through a swing door marked “Employees Only” and down a winding hall. At the end of the hallway was a door marked “Private” which Dalita knocked on.

A few seconds passed and an answer came through the door “Yes?”

Dalita opened the door. “Sorry to interrupt Emin. But this woman here said she had some urgent business with you.”

Emin started collecting and stacking the papers and bills spread across his desk. “Fine. Send her in.”

She turned back toward Milena “He’ll see you.”

Milena entered the office. Dalita closed the wood door behind her and started making her way back to the bar. Milena sat down in the seat across from Emin. He folded his hands together on the desk. “Judging by how anxious you were to see me I assume you’re here for my ‘other’ services.”

Milena slightly smirked. “You could say that.”

…..

Dalita reached the bar counter and picked up the still-wet glass she had left there minutes earlier. She looked up as she heard the creaky door to the bar open and saw a familiar face walk towards her. The blond-haired woman had become one of her most regular customers as she had frequented the bar many nights over the last few months. From the consuming look of pain that from time to time shone in her eyes, Dalita suspected the woman had suffered a significant amount of suffering in her life, pain which she tried as much as possible to drown out and forget.

“The usual?” Dalita asked as the woman reached the counter.

“Yeah,” she softly replied.

Dalita poured the woman a shot of vodka and pushed the glass across the counter to her. The woman picked the glass up and quickly downed its contents. The woman placed the glass back down on the counter and reached into her pocket to grab some cash. She placed the money down on the bar and walked silently away from the counter. Dalita’s gaze followed the woman for a few moments before she turned her attention to the other customers making their way to the bar.

The blond-haired woman walked to the right side of the bar and then quickly glanced around the room to make sure no one was watching her. She went through the swing doors and quietly stepped closer and closer to Emin’s office. She came to the wooden office door and could make out the voices coming from behind it. She reached into her pocket, careful not to make a sound, and pulled out a listening device. She as quietly as possible knelt down to the floor and slid the device under the door. She stood up and made her way back down the hall, Milena and Emin’s words clearly transmitting in her earpiece.

…..

Emin sat back in his leather chair and wryly chucked, taken aback by Milena’s request. “Look, I'm in the business of making new deals. Setting up deals. Enforcing deals. Do you see a pattern here? I stay in my lane, my ‘clients’ stay in theirs. And so far it’s been working out pretty well for me.” He leaned closer to Milena. “That last thing I’m doing is giving out some info on one of my biggest customers.” Emin took a cigar and lighter out from one of his desk drawers. He lit the cigar, placed it in his mouth, and tossed the lighter back in the drawer. The gentleman took a few puffs and continued speaking. “Now if we’re talking gin or an M14 that I can always provide.”

Milena remained silent and stared directly at Emin. She reached into her pocket and threw a large brown envelope on the desk. Emin placed his cigar down on an ashtray and reached forward and dragged the envelope closer to himself. He eyed it almost suspiciously and then opened it.

“This amount should be sufficient to change your tune,” Milena remarked.

Emin scanned the money and smirked. “I’m flattered. I thought only high-ranking officials could be bribed with such an amount.”

“Consider it a very generous contribution to your business.”

He began sliding the envelope back towards Milena “One which I’ll have to refuse.”

“Really?” she asked, a hint of anger in her voice.

“Yes. Now unless there’s anything else. I really am busy here” he firmly replied.

Milena picked up the envelope and shook her head slightly as she stared down at it in her hand. She chuckled and looked up at Emin, her eyes deathly cold. “If I were in your shoes I wouldn’t even consider saying no.” She stood from her seat. “It would be a shame for something to happen to that lovely little girl of yours. Eva right?”

Emin quickly shot up from his seat. Milena drew her gun and pointed it at his chest.“Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re going to sit back in that chair and behave like a good little boy. Got it?” she snapped.

“You really expect me to believe this charade. To just let you just come in here and make these baseless threats.”

“You’d better be careful what you say next. You see when it comes to such matters like this I’m much more level-headed than my partner. One more insult from you and who knows what he’d do. Also as for this whole threat being ‘baseless,’ I think Eva may have something to say about that.”

Emin’s eyes focused on Milena’s left hand as she took her phone from her pocket and turned up its volume. From the speaker came the voice of a little girl, crying. “Where’s my Daddy? I want my Daddy.” Emin felt the blood drain from his face as heard the sound of his little girl fill the room.

Another voice, that of an older man, came through the speaker “Now sit still and be good. You’re Daddy’s coming soon I’m sure.” Emin reluctantly sat back in his chair, glaring at Milena. All he wanted was to be able to wipe that smirk off her face, but as long as his daughter’s life hung in the balance that wasn’t an option.

Melina turned off the phone and placed it back in her pocket. “Now what deal did Tarek Matthins make with you?” She kept the gun steadily aimed at Emin.

Emin sighed. “Matthins arranged for Dalmar to meet with two renowned arms dealers next Thursday. Edward Delucas and Melinda Tylerson. They’re two of the best in business. It was clear Matthins and I weren’t meant to say much but from what he said I got the impression that the proposed deal is rather large. One of the largest I’ve ever arranged in fact. That— that’s all I have.” Emin hoped against hope that the woman standing in front of him would believe his words. He knew that if faced with the choice of keeping his daughter safe or not revealing the true nature of his work, he would choose his daughter every time. He prayed it would not come to that.

Melina pulled out a small black device. She slammed it on the oak desk in front of Emin. He scanned it for a moment. His eyes widened as he realized what the device was; a voice-activated recorder. Milena pressed a small button on the recorder’s side and Erik heard the sound of his voice fill his office. “The deal with Matthins is set for next Thursday. 2362 and 1131 will make contact with him at Zimmerman’s Toy Shop in Bulin. His code sign will be Zeta Delta Gamma 7104.”

The voice of a woman sounded in response through the speaker. “Excellent 4925. Headman will be pleased to hear of your report. You’ll be contacted when necessary.”

“Understood.” The recording ended leaving Emin and Milena in silence.

Milena once again sat down in front of Emin and pulled back the safety of her gun. “What about now?”

…..

Present-day:

Tasha and Jason made their way up the marble steps of the Bulin Meeting Hall. All around they were surrounded by throngs of men and women who pressed and crowded together through the arching doorway, eager to hear Dalmar’s words. The night air was filled with lively discussion and passionate chants of “No longer silenced, freedom for Krudia.” The fiery impassioned political rally was unlike anything Tasha and Jason had ever seen and an uneasy reminder of the power Dalmar had grasped in Krudia. After a significant amount of time had elapsed they were finally able to make their way inside the hall. The two of them had barely taken a seat when Dalmar was announced onstage. As he came into view thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the boisterous crowd. Some in the audience whistled, others hollered, and even a few wiped away tears from their eyes. He wore a dark blue houndstooth tweed three-piece suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, and his gray thinning hair was slicked back. Dalmar reached the podium and gave a crooked smile and wave to his mass of loyal supporters. Cameras flashed as the crowd tried to capture this moment of acknowledgment. Tasha opened her purse and pulled out her pen. She snapped several shots of Dalmar, followed by others of the large crowd. Once finished she placed the pen back into her purse. The audience continued their deafening applause until Dalmar held up his hand to signal them to come to a stop. He cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone. “To my fellow citizens of Krudia, it is with profound gratitude and great humility that I stand before you here tonight and accept your unwavering support. We stand on the eve of election day. A day we will decide what future we want for this country…”

Jason leaned over to Tasha and whispered in her ear. “I’ll give him this. He sure has great fashion sense.”

“I’ll be sure to ask for the name of his designer.”

“Would you? Thanks. I was thinking a five-piece, black…herringbone pattern would be nice.”

“Sure. I’ll send you the suit…along with the bill.” She smirked.

“You know on second thought, it’s really not my style” he shrugged.

“Mmm-hmm right.” She playfully responded.

“You mind passing me your bag?” he asked quickly, attempting to change the subject.

“Here you are.” She held her brown handbag out to him.

“Thanks,” Jason said as he took the purse from her. He opened it and pulled out the black pen. “Like you said you can never have enough evidence.”

“Glad to see you’re taking my advice to heart” she coyly smiled.

“Just don’t let it go to your head.” Jason teasingly responded as he started taking more photos of the event.

Dalmar leaned forward, his hand resting on the podium. “We must demand our rights. We must demand reform. We must demand change.” He paused and stopped for a brief moment. The audience barely made a sound as they wanted to ensure they heard Dalmar’s every word. “We can no longer be silent, we deserve our freedom.” Cheers and applause once again erupted from the crowd along with the chant of “No longer silenced, freedom for Krudia.”

Near the back of the audience, a blond-haired woman quietly sat. Her full attention was on the sight in front of her. Her eyes weren’t focused on Dalmar but rather on the auburn-haired woman and brown-haired man who sat merely a few rows in front of her. For her, they were the key.

…..

A few miles away from the meeting hall an Aston Martin pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse. Except for a few street lights that dotted the landscape Bulin’s infamous Warehouse District was left in a shroud of darkness and shadows. Milena glanced out the driver’s window and saw three darkened shadows waiting for her by the rusted metal door of the warehouse. At least they’re punctual. Milena opened the car door and stepped into the street. Once she reached the men, one of them stepped closer to her. “Ms. Blagueur-Ohanyan, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he mockingly bowed.

Milena kept a blank expression on her face. Another man, it appeared to Milena the oldest of the three, spat some tobacco juice on the ground and spoke. “So what can we do for you, Your Majesty” he sneered.

Milena pulled out a brown envelope from her black overcoat and threw it on the ground. “What do you think? I need your services” she snarkily snapped.

The other man, the youngest of the three, bent down and picked up the envelope. He handed it to the oldest gentleman. He opened the package and scanned its contents. The man closed the envelope and tucked it in his jacket. “You must really hate this person. But hey I’m not complaining.”

“Now I need them alive.”

The man gave a fake laugh. “Alive huh? Well, that’s gonna cost you extra.”

“Fine.” Milena reached back into her pocket and handed the gentlemen another sealed envelope.

The man quickly took the envelope and also placed it in his jacket.“So who are the lucky people?”

Milena pulled out a picture and handed them to the gentleman. The hitmen all scanned the photograph. It was of a man and a woman who each appeared to be in their early twenties. The man had brown hair and striking blue eyes, while the woman had auburn hair and her eyes were a deep green. The man placed the images in his other pocket. “Time and place?” The oldest man asked.

“Tomorrow night. The Chardell.”

PROMPT #27: [EXTRA CREDIT]

A worst-case alternate timeline.

She clung to him the moment they brought her forth, such that he had to tear her away from him to get a better look at her. At first glance, she seemed unblemished, but she had been in their custody for more than a week; he'd known her to recover from black and blue bruises in half that time. Worst of all was that she did not cry as she clung to him, not as she had when he'd last seen her on Ala Mhigo's last day of freedom. Instead she trembled, shook with fear the likes of which he had never seen from her before, and he had no words at all with which to comfort her.

But even now, the Garleans would not take her from him again. He fought the first man who tried with manacled hands, shoving him into the stone wall of the dungeon with such force that he heard his skull crack through his helmet. He was halfway through with choking the second one when six guns pointed through the bars of their cage.

When he slipped into unconsciousness only a moment later, propelled into sleep through a haze of Garlean sedatives, he watched through his daughter's eyes, as helpless as she was, as they brought her in for experimentation.

---

"Ashelia?"

"Yeah, Daddy?"

He'd requested the training hall for their privacy and some fresh fruits from the viceroy's private shipment, and he'd been granted both. Now that he sat with her, under the glaring fluorescent lights they'd installed, he doubted either would make much of an impact.

"Now that we're beginning to create new lives for ourselves, under Garlemald..." The words rang hollow, even to him. "...it's come time for us to take up new identities as well. New names."

She nodded, but nothing in her bright eyes registered understanding.

"It's something I did often as a Riskbreaker," he continued. "I would have any number of names that I would pick and choose from, as part of a disguise. It would help keep me and you and your mother and Aunt Alma safe - to make sure no one could find us if there was an accident."

"Has there been an accident, Daddy?"

"No." Not yet. "But it's still important to be careful. If you're a-" He couldn't bear to say it - the word "soldier." "If you're here, with me, you have to be undercover. I'll need to make a new name, and you will too."

For the first time, she frowned, as sure a sign as any that she was deep in thought. She stared down at the apple slice in her hand but did not bring it to her mouth. "But if I get a new name... how will Edge and Joshua and Frimelda find me?"

As always, she asked the questions he had no answers for. "If they're still alive," he began uncertainly, "then I imagine you'll find them, someday. If it's meant to be."

He had already been instructed not to speak to her of the Twelve. Whatever comment he had made previously had been so innocuous that he barely remembered it, but the warning had been severe - accompanied by a veiled threat to void his future visits.

"Will Mama and Aunt Alma still know who I am, up in the heavens?"

"Always." He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, but she did not lean into the touch. "And they will love you no matter what your name is."

At last, she broke into her gut-wrenching sobs.

"I’ve decided I’ll be Rosenheim," he whispered to her. "In one of the old tongues, it means 'the home of the rose.' Aldous Rosenheim - what do you think of that name for a disguise?" When she did not respond, he asked, "Would you like to hear the name I've chosen for you?"

She heaved a few shuddering breaths, and nodded.

"It's Vera. Vera Rosenheim." He hated that her sobs stilled almost at once. "Mondeberta kept it in her kitchen; do you remember?" He certainly remembered all too well the time she had plucked a sprig of one, with the intention of eating it whole on a dare. "It can be used for... healing." And for making a serum strong enough to render a grown woman catatonic in the Undercity for more than a year of her life. But it was the only Ala Mhigan herb that could pass as a Garlean praenomen. "It's a wonderful name."

"NO!" she screamed, jumping to her feet. "I'm ASHELIA!"

"Ashelia Marco Riot." He allowed himself the indulgence of the full name Tia had chosen for her, not knowing when it would leave his lips again. "Ashelia, listen to me. You will always be my daughter. And I will love you to my dying breath and beyond." That was the most he could promise her. Even he had heard of the children van Baelsar had taken away - children of nobles and merchants and commoners alike. He could not swear that she would not be among their number before long. "But we can't let any more Garleans know who you are, can we? This is part of what it means to be in disguise. We'll have to pretend, perhaps for a very long time. But I'll-"

She ran from him then, for the first time in her life. When at last he found her, curled up in an abandoned corner of the research wing, he could not bear to comfort her with her new name or her old one.

---

To the Garleans, it was the first time she'd snuck out since the new year. Rosenheim knew differently, thanks to his dreams. His daughter had made a habit of leaving her chambers on nights when the viceroy was due to return and the guards' rotations were thinner in her wing. From there, she'd sneak out along the palace ramparts, steal down into the gutter, and find a quiet outcropping of Undercity territory long since abandoned by any self-respecting dweller.

By the time the knock came to his door to inform him that Vera was out of bed, he'd seen her sit at her destination for more than an hour of unbroken solitude. The only reason he was awake was that their connection had been cut - severed by an abrupt end to her concentration.

He shrugged on a uniform with the vague excuse of joining the search, only he knew precisely where to go. He knew better, too, than to follow her exact paths; a quicker route lay within the palace itself, and he was loath to surrender her own means of escape. For a single heartbeat of a moment, as he breathed in the midnight air, it was enough for him to recall himself as a boy, albeit older then than his daughter was now, exploring the Undercity for the first time.

When he at last came upon the place, it was somehow grander in person than through the eyes of a child’s dreams. He had remembered this hideout as an old weapons cache, littered with rusting swords and moldering barrels. Although the Echo had presented to him the change that had been wrought since he had last set foot here, he nevertheless could not believe his eyes: what had once been a useless, deserted corner of the Undercity was now transformed into an immaculate shrine to Rhalgr, decorated with trinkets and lit up by blue-burning candles.

He did not find his daughter there alone.

"Walker," came a familiar, imperious voice.

The Black Wolf, shorn of his helm and garbed in a simple leather coat, leaned in a corner. Vera copied his pose nearer to the cavern's entrance. The shrine gleamed along the far wall, as though in witness.

"Lord van Baelsar." He inclined his head but gave no further greeting, waiting instead for the viceroy to explain his presence here of all places. He did not, and neither would Vera meet his eyes.

"Would you care to explain to your father," said Gaius van Baelsar to Vera, "why you chose to leave your chambers?"

Vera bit her lip. Still she stared at her own feet.

"As you explained to me," the legatus continued, "you came here to pray to Rhalgr on behalf of your late mother."

The words hit Rosenheim with a pang of guilt. It was, of course, the 27th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon - Tia's birthday. A day he had not even known that Vera had remembered, and which he certainly had not.

"Share with your father what I said to you."

Her voice was quiet but firm. "That reliance on false gods is a weakness."

"You are among the best and brightest of your generation, Vera. You will make a name for yourself in Garlemald, should you continue to excel. But you will not excel so long as you succumb to worship. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my lord."

But that was not all. The viceroy showed no sign of satisfaction as he stared down at Vera, and Vera continued stifling her words through her clenched jaw. At last, she demanded, "Why can't I join the Crania Lupi?!"

"You are twelve years old, Vera," Rosenheim said before he could stop himself.

"You've much still to learn," van Baelsar added. Rosenheim found himself glad for the man's agreement. "And your role in Case 72 takes precedence over-"

"NO!"

Rosenheim forced himself to draw breath, to steady himself, to ready for any sign of anger from the most powerful man in occupied Ala Mhigo. But van Baelsar did not move. Instead he watched, along with Rosenheim, as Vera's hands balled into fists and she alternated her fury toward each of them and then to the altar.

"I hate being in that stupid tank!" she screamed. "I'm not learning anything, I'm not getting better - I'm just stealing power from dead things and I HATE IT!"

After a beat of silence, in which her words echoed endlessly around them, Gaius van Baelsar stepped forward from the wall. He drew himself up to his full height, there in the Undercity passage, and looked down at the girl before him with an expression Rosenheim could not read.

"I will repeat what I said before," he said, slowly, "only once. You, Vera oen Rosenheim, have the means to excel among the Empire. But you cannot honor your gifts - be they from your father or from the XIIth - if you traffic in savagery."

With no more words of admonishment, van Baelsar left the tunnel, leaving a teary-eyed Vera to follow closely in his wake.

---

Camilla was already shouting by the time he entered the briefing room, though not to anyone in particular. A notarius he had never seen before was still scribbling notes, as though she had not yet been informed to disregard her commanding officer whenever she became like this. A trio of privates shifted uncomfortably at attention, one of them still sporting a deep cut to their upper arm.

"Walker," she snapped, rounding on him at once. "Where is Seraph?"

"I've not seen her yet, ser," he replied. "I imagine she's only moments behind."

"She was instructed to arrive with you, at her earliest convenience."

"What's happened, ser?" She would hate him questioning her in front of so many, especially subordinates - but it would be best to get it out of the way before Vera arrived.

Sure enough, she bristled visibly. "She disobeyed a direct order; that's what happened."

Surely she of all people would not think him capable of buying that. "I was on backup outside Specula Imperatoris," he reminded her, as if she needed reminding of his role in this whole ordeal. "No new orders came in-"

"'No new orders came in'?" Camilla repeated, her voice breathy with affront.

"-and she carried out her existing instructions, as per the briefing."

She drew close enough to jab a finger into his chest. "Do not play the fool with me, Walker! You know as well as she does that the presence of a superior officer in the field takes precedence."

"And you know as well as I do, Pilus-" He scanned the room for the faces of any who might be stupid enough to relay what they were hearing to anyone else, and decided to chance it. "-that if literally anyone else had shown up, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Or perhaps if your daughter wasn't an arrogant, insubordinate bitch-"

"What, that's all?"

Vera had slipped in, unbeknownst to them both, still wearing her mud-spattered protective gear and her white hair coming loose from its high Garlean bun. Whatever retort he had for Camilla flew from his mind at once. Echo or no, it would never not be a relief to see her in the flesh after a mission.

Camilla rounded on her at once. "What were you playing at out there?!" she demanded.

Though the pilus towered over her in her heels, Vera remained utterly unfazed. "I carried out my existing instructions, as per the briefing."

"Do not test me! Your petulance has made a mockery of yourself and your project."

"Of you, you mean."

"How dare-"

"I slew every target we identified as a threat, and more besides," Vera pointed out, her voice quickly growing cold. "I took out more than a dozen Resistance leaders in all, and I gathered intelligence on a figure creating a schism in their ranks. You mean to tell me I was supposed to step aside from a mission I spent half a year preparing for, forsake what could be my only chance of recognition, because some spoiled little princeling decided to finally grace colonial soil?"

He could not fault her the words. He felt them and shared them, somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach.

"You will hold your tongue!" Camilla screamed, leaning her face into Vera's. "And mark me: you will be held accountable for your disrespect!"

The door slammed open, causing the three anxious privates to jump. Camilla whirled about, teeth gritted; Vera did not so much as turn to face the newcomer.

"F-Forgive me, Pilus," he stammered through an imperial salute. "I bear a message from Crown Prince Zenos yae Galvus. He seeks an audience with the one who, ah, 'interfered with his hunt.'"

With a wordless glare at Camilla, Rosenheim gave a single nod to acknowledge the summons and strode out in the direction of the Hall of the Griffin. He did not need the Echo to tell him his daughter was at his back.

"You did well today," he murmured, once he knew they were alone.

"Why are you still fucking her?" she retorted.

Another difficult question. "The crown prince will likely seek to test you. You can take my sword."

She did so, albeit with a scoff of frustration; hers had gotten cracked during her battle with a man the others had called Meffrid. Still, she could likely sense his unease, and twenty years together had taught them both not to argue against the other's intuition.

"You'll be alright." He wasn't quite certain where the platitude came from, even as it left him, but his daughter’s eyes widened as she nodded.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the throne room as the right hand of the new viceroy.

weird asks that say a lot from @julietgiulia​

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate 

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Shy, conscientious, perfectionist

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glasses

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? All contributors

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuddies :)

8. movies or tv shows? Movies

9. favourite smell in the summer? Hot soil, flowering plants, fruit and needle trees, post rain, towel after ocean swim, wind through car window driving through forest(ed highway)

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Hockey, soccer, california kickball, high jump and arm hang? 

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Usually oatmeal or millet with omegas, fruit and oat milk or avocado bagel with black pepper and nutritional yeast

12. name of your favourite playlist? A nice mix for ness

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favourite non-chocolate candy? Licorice, candied fennel or anise seeds

15. favourite book you read as a school assignment? Les miserables, The thief lord, The cellist of Sarajevo - off the top

16. most comfortable position to sit in? Slumpy posture, one leg over or under the other, knee tuck or apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Hiking boots or black sambas

18. ideal weather? Sunny after rain a little windy

19. sleeping position? No pillow usually on my left or on my back or front with one leg bent 

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook or notes app

21. obsession from childhood? Fairies and making homes

22. role model? Opa

23. strange habits? Not sure what qualifies as strange

24. favourite crystal? Not really into them but maybe jade or quartz 

25. first song you remember hearing? I turned out a punk or something by Joe Strummer

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather? Backpacking

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather? Cuddling, snowy adventuring, dancing

28. five songs to describe you? Hazel (bob dylan), Planted a thought (arthur russell), Junie (solange), Corridor of dreams (the cleaners from venus), Even cowgirls get the blues (emmylou harris)

29. best way to bond with you? Quality time, presence, care, spontaneity / silly curiousity

30. places that you find sacred? Oma and Opa’s yard and greenhouse, forest, Veluwe, ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Floral dress, nice earrings with sambas and sweatshirt or hiking boots, wool socks and over shirt, with shorts and tank top

32. top five favourite vines? Fresh avocado is the only one that comes to mind

33. most used phrase in your phone? Yay sweet and or That’s funny

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Can’t think of any

35. average time you fall asleep? 2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably one of those justgirlythings ones here or Fb I have no idea

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon tart

40. weirdest thing to ever happen to you at your school? High school - Maybe bear spray yoe evac? authority figure telling me what I was wearing was inappropriate? psych teacher crying in class? Post sec - Tiktok famous boy makes a tiktok of me knitting in psych class? boy crushing steals my textbook just to get me to go to his car so he can return it to me? 

41. last person you texted? Daisy 🌼

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie

44. favourite scent for soap? Rose, patchouli, rosemary, lavendar, mint, etc.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Naked 

47. favourite type of cheese? Cashew cheese or if I could brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? White nectarine but there are so many to try!

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “She walked with her entire body as if to gain momentum for an event in which her entire body would participate.” - Anaïs Nin (A spy in the house of love)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably my kid best friend

51. current stresses? Health issues, unstable income

52. favorite font? Freight rn

53. what is the current state of your hands? Coffee shakes

54. what did you learn from your first job? Hundreds of PLU’s, how to pack groceries, how messy and wasteful people are, that everyone should have to do a customer service job in their lifetime, how really great and awful people are, that I shouldn’t let other people’s stresses make me feel like I should be stressed, that quitting is good sometimes

55. favourite fairy tale? The six swans, Vasalisa the wise, Baba yaga, Bluebeard, Rumpelstiltskin, The red shoes, The velvet ribbon, Goldilocks and the three bears, and many many more

56. favourite tradition? Writing letters and cards, dressing up for halloween, celebrating birthdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Eating disorder, depression and heartbreak (although these are things I still need to keep being overcome)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, taking notes, learning about my body, feeling for what resonates

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Heyo, how bout that!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Nausicaä of the valley of the wind (hayao miyazaki)

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Recently found on my Tumblr feed from a book waiting on my shelf: “I want to believe, walking those aimless nights, that I was praying. For what I’m still not sure. But I always felt it was just ahead of me. That if I walked far enough, long enough, I would find it–perhaps even hold it up, like a tongue at the end of its word.” - Ocean Vuong (On earth we’re briefly gorgeous)

62. seven characters you relate to? In no particular order, not long thought out: 1) Sabina (A spy in the house of love), 2) Elio (Call me by your name), 3) Patti (Just kids), 4) Sally (The ruby in the smoke), 5) Camille (Un amour de jeunesse), 6) Dani (Midsommar), 7) Orla (Derry Girls)

63. five songs that would play in your club? I follow rivers - the magician remix (lykke li), JA! (bizzey), Gasolina (daddy yankee), Nice for what (drake), This must be the place - naive melody (talking heads) / love my way (psychedelic furs)

64. favourite website from your childhood? Myscene, Club penguin - those free gaming websites 

65. any permanent scars? A few on my face from tables and my dog, one on my knee from flip flops on a boat launch, a few burns here and there that probably aren’t permanent

66. favourite flower(s)? Always changing, echinacea and yellow roses rn

67. good luck charms? Change on the ground, nice earrings, well worn shoes, spotting flowers or animals

68. worst flavour of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Cream of mushroom

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Popped in my head, maybe not the most fun - the flower bud in the centres of apple tree fruiting spurs make the king fruit (the biggest and best apple from each spur) and if you pick the king blossom then all the surrounding blossoms will be bigger and better 

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favourite pattern? Galaxy?

72. worst subject? Economics

73. favourite weird flavour combo? Miso and apple, blueberries and coconut curry, orange juice and beer (I don't know if its really possible to find a “weird” combo maybe it’s more like “not found in my culture”)

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 5 if 0 is no pain (I don't think I’ve been above 8.5)

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea

76. what’s your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Gnocchi or boerenkool

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Flowering plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Station coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School id

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I don't think I have much experience with either

82. pc or console? I cannot either way

83. writing or drawing? This is my kryptonite question

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts if I had to choose

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology (stories are linked more)

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? My health issues keep accumulating and getting worse forever

88. your greatest wish? My health issues resolve

89. who would you put before everyone else? Myself, Suzmom or Marleymoon

90. luckiest mistake? Choosing mini school, don't regret it but maybe not the best decision

91. boxes or bags? Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight and rocksalt lamps

93. nicknames? Ness, nessie, nessa, bean, bear, benjamin, kindje, sweet pea

94. favourite season? Late spring or late summer

95. favourite app on your phone? Flo, Spotify, Google maps, notes, weather, find my

96. desktop background? Santa Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 7+

98. favourite historical era? I love revolutions and renaissances but all of em have hard times and good times

ARMY KNIFE, SILVER SPOON- Far Cry 5 Week Day 2 (The Project at Eden’s Gate)

OK, so this one needs to be taken with total disregard for the Seeds’ ages and timeline, but they don’t make sense anyway so screw it hahaha... Also I promise that I wasn’t randomly inspired by Avril Lavigne’s ‘I’m With You’. And so, false promises made, without further ado:

Sixteen year old John Duncan runs away from home on a cold November night. Lost, alone and desperate to not return to his cruel parents, he finds himself at the mercy of the dark side of Atlanta... only to be rescued by a homeless Iraq War veteran.

Please be aware:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Attempted sexual assault of a minor, mentions of child abuse, attempted strangulation

You can read this story on AO3: HERE

My whole FC5 Week series can be found HERE

“Hey kid, you got a little something for us?”

John Duncan ignored the slurring coos of the rabble stood on the street. Tried to forget that he was only sixteen and hopelessly lost and colder than he’d ever been before. The late-November air cut through his slate grey cashmere coat, even after it had been buttoned to his neck. There was icy slush seeping into his dress shoes, and he could feel that the bottom of his slacks were wet also, sticking to his ankles. His face was numb. His stomach empty. He hadn’t even had time to retrieve his leather gloves from his room and his fingers were almost as blue as his stinging eyes.

How was he supposed to know what runways took with them? Boys like him didn’t run away. They inherited their father’s estates, attended functions, framed degrees in their swanky offices and had affairs with their secretaries. They lived in penthouses. Drove Lamborghinis. Had sake imported in from Tokyo.

But he couldn't go back. Not even to get his gloves, or a stack of bills from the safe. Not this time, not now that he was out in the world, gone for so many hours that they had surely phoned the police. He’d have to explain himself, beg them to forgive him for being so ungrateful.

And then he’d have to take the lash again.

He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Always in pain. Another shirt ruined where his wounds would split. Another prayer to a silent God. Another day watching them stare at him like he wasn’t good enough yet, wasn’t perfect yet.

He didn’t want to know what he’d have to do to get there.

So he’d finally snapped.

And he’d run.

John crossed his arms across his body, hoping to keep in some heat, and kept walking. He didn’t know where he was. Some dark underbelly of Atlanta, sex shops and liqour stores and sleezy bars and the types he’d always been told never to associate with. People who reminded him of Old Mad Seed. Not that he could remember much about him anyway. Just heavy set shapes. Loud voices. Foul breath. Vitriol and disdain.

Footsteps were crunching behind him, hurrying to catch up.

Predators to their prey.

“I’m fucking talking to you, silver spoon, why don’t you take it out your mouth and make yourself useful?”

“Fuck off.” He muttered, aware that the words sounded ridiculous with so many years of elocution lessons slathered on top of them.

“What’s that? What did you say? Didn’t your nanny ever teach you to speak up?”

A forceful hand on his shoulder and suddenly John was pinned against the grimy window of an all night supermarket. Staring up at three leering businessmen who looked far too much like the men at his family’s church.

“He's pretty.”

“Barely legal I reckon.”

Vastly illegal, John almost swiped back, but held his tongue.

That was a skill he’d learned well over the years.

How to stay quiet.

How to survive.

“He doesn’t say a lot does he, for a rich kid?”

“Trust fund, no doubt.”

“Ivy League.”

“Maybe he’s a mute-”

“If he’s dumb then he’ll be nice and quiet then while he proves his worth. He won't scream.”

“Take him in the alley. No cameras.”

They grabbed him by the hair and dragged him, legs kicking towards the looming void between storefronts. Frozen garbage, mouldy dumpsters, not a chance in hell anyone would come looking for John Duncan, of the Duncans.

He screamed, but a hand clamped down over his mouth. The three wrestled him until his back hit one of the dumpsters. Hungry fingers tangled with buttons and the belt and zipper on his pants, drunken and clumsy. Frustrated cursing, as he tried to get away. His foot collided with something hardened and a yowl of pain echoed across the street. Bile straining at the back of his throat, burning acid in his starved insides threatening to-

“Hey, leave the dipshit with the fancy coat alone-” came the thick growl of a tall figure emerging from the alleyway, bundled up in worn, on-it’s-last-legs knitwear. A padded parka with a furry trim on the hood made the giant seem even broader than he probably actually was, but in the shadow of the neon ‘RALPHS’ sign, and through the heavy spit of snowfall, he looked Titanesque. Atlas, holding up the sky so it didn't come crashing down on the young runaway.

“What’s it to you?”

“A big fucking problem, actually.”

The giant fixed a hand around the nearest throat, and John felt himself get released from the heavy grip. He stumbled sideways and cowered behind the homeless man, who now snarled at the lechers and tightened the pressure on the whimpering neck.

“Get out of here before I paint the sidewalk with your brains.” The giant snarled, and John absolutely believed him.

The man nodded desperately, and within seconds of being released, gasping for the cold air, all three were gone. Disappeared around a corner. Slipping on the ice in their haste. Back to their hunt or back to their wives.

The giant slouched back to where he’d been resting in the alley for the night. John made to move on, but the man called back to him and he froze.

“You OK?”

“I’ve been better.” John groaned, tousling his hair to ease the pain in his scalp, but succeeding only in letting snowflakes tumble into his face. He could barely see his saviour as it was, and having pale shimmering flecks in his long eyelashes wasn’t helping.

“Fucking perverts. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

“No they won’t.” John mumbled, aware that he was shaking.

“You want to take a few minutes to get yourself together?” The homeless man gestured to the space beside him.

There was something about that voice… it felt safe. Gruff, wizened, like it had been through hell. But safe. Safe enough for John to approach and sit on the sidewalk beside him, settling onto a stack of soggy cardboard that he tried to imagine was anything but.

A weird silence.

John pulled his knees up to his chest, cradling them like he used to when hiding in small places. Hoping not to be heard or seen. And he tried to decide what to do. Breathing hard. Mind racing. Yet nothing came to mind. He had nowhere to go. No one who would take him in. A lump gathered in his throat and a hot tear dribbled down onto his nose.

Not for thought of being hungry and helpless and filthy, although all troubled him deeply. Not for the sudden shock settling in that he’d nearly just been raped. Not for the unease he felt staring down the alley, unable to see the end of it through the winter night.

But the thought of having to go home.

“First night’s not even the worst, kid.”

The giant had pulled out a small penknife, army issue in appearance, and began whittling a small wooden block. The feathering of the wood looked like lustrous, thick fur. A fox perhaps, or a wolf? John still couldn’t see the man’s face, but he wondered if he was Native and it was a symbol to keep him strong. 

He could, however, see the patches of flaking skin on the backs of the man’s hands. In desperate need of a moisturizer or medical cream or something, anything to give the impression that the man wasn’t about to shed like a snake. Burns, he realised. And the odd cigarette stub mark between the raw patches. How did a homeless man get so mutilated?

John sniffed and wiped his tears away with his sleeve.

“Is that so?”

The man snorted.

“Even just from that answer, I can tell you won’t last long.”

“How did you know I was... like you?” John didn’t want to say homeless quite yet. It felt like such a dirty word, an ‘epidemic’ as his uncle had branded it once.

“Guessed.”

John gave him a quizzical look that the giant caught out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled.

“If there's one thing I know on sight, it's a miserable kid who doesn’t want to go home.”

John continued to watch him work in silence for a good half hour, mesmerised at the craftsmanship. He thought back to his own work, his fine pencil sketches and pools of watercolours and minute engine parts for impeccably constructed model aircraft. Things to shut him up. Keep him indoors. Train that difficult right hand to function as it should.

“So did daddy not buy you a pony?” The quiet broken. There was humour in it, nothing but a gentle tease, but the insinuation that rich kids couldn’t also face unimaginable pain riled John, and he glared venomously.

“That’s none of your concern.” He spat in a low voice.

“Oh, it’s not, is it?”

“No.”

“Kind of thinking it is now that I suddenly seem to have another mouth to feed-”

“I don't need your charity.”

“Well you're sat in my drawing room, aren't you, your Royal Highness-”

“I didn’t ask for your help-”

“Well you sure as fuck needed it.” The homeless man didn’t even sound angry, clearly used to people looking down their noses at him, treating him like an inconvenience. He just sounded exhausted. “Jesus, could you be anymore uptight?”

John pouted and hugged himself tighter.

“Probably.”

The giant paused his work and rubbed his unkempt beard in exasperation. It was tinged red, even more so in the street lamp light. John noticed the man still hadn't looked up at him, wouldn't make eye contact. He wouldn't be able to identify him to the police in a lineup, or even from a mugshot. Does he intend to rob me? Have his way with me like those men wanted to? 

“Spoilt brat like you won’t last a week. If you’d prefer not to get stabbed or robbed, sell the Rolex, keep your head down, drop the accent and the airs and graces.”

Of course he’d spotted the watch. John twisted it on his wrist protectively.

“You can't have it.”

“I wasn't asking for it.”

“My father bought it for me.”

“Good for you. My father never did shit. Is sharing time over?”

The homeless man was too distracted to concentrate on his whittling and pocketed his handiwork swiftly, choosing instead to pull out a pair of thin gloves. He stretched them tenderly over his mottled skin, wincing a little as the fibres caught and pulled on the rough patches.

“Where did you get those scars on your hands?” John blurted, figuring that if he’d never see this man again after tonight, it didn’t matter if he upset him by sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

The giant sighed.

“Fought a bear for a bet.”

John’s mouth gaped open and the giant released a chuckle, pleased with himself.

“War. Iraq. Most of the homeless in this city are Vets. An incendiary device got me on patrol. I wasn’t hurt too badly, they look worse than they are. They made me stronger.”

He turned to rummage through a black knapsack and pulled out an opened packet of beef jerky. He stuffed a whole strip into his mouth, before offering it out. John felt his face twist with disgust and his stomach heaved at the prospect of eating meat so soon after hearing how this man burned. He turned away a little at the smell of it.

“Gotta stay strong if you want to survive.”

Hearing the low rumble from his empty stomach, John reached out and took a strip. He chewed on it warily. Salty. Slightly sweet. Hardly gourmet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. When he’d finished one, he found himself reaching for another.

“Why aren’t you there now? In the army? Why are you sat behind a supermarket?” He asked through a mouthful. It still sounded pompous.

The giant didn’t answer, still didn’t look at him, just sat back to rest against the wall behind them, gnawing on more jerky. John imagined a wild face under that hood, rabid eyes that had seen horrors beyond imagining. Sawn down teeth, flesh peeling away. 

“You look familiar, kid. But I don’t suppose I’ve seen you at the soup kitchen.” Something sounded odd, intrigued, hopeful maybe, and John wondered how he looked ‘familiar’ if this unusual creature had barely taken a second look at him. 

“My father owns a law firm in the city. One day he’s going to be District Attorney. I’ve been in the newspapers with him a few times.” John couldn’t help but boast a little, still a little concerned for the $20,000 watch on his wrist, but quite content that this man wouldn’t be holding him for ransom anytime soon.

A resigned, disappointed sigh.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve slept on one of those papers then.”

Another uncomfortable silence.

“I know what it is.”

John looked up to where the giant was looking- the faded stars in the night sky, barely visible, but Cassiopeia was twinkling between the rooftops.

“You look how I’d imagine my little brother to look, I think, if he was still alive. He was always skinny, like you. Too skinny. Probably starved somewhere, on the streets, poor as shit like me.”

“He’s… dead?”

“Yeah.”

“How long ago?”

The giant didn’t elaborate.

“I… I don't have any brothers.” John regurgitated the lie that had been beaten into him for so many years. No son of mine has delinquents and degenerates for brothers.

“You got a Mom? A Dad?”

Of sorts.

“Yes.”

“They love you?” John could hear the aching loneliness that lay behind the question.

No. I’m innately unloveable.

“They try.” His voice broke a little. “I don’t exactly make it easy for them.”

The giant rolled his head forward and smiled down at his feet.

“Then you want my advice?”

John nodded, feeling tears building again and his lip quivering, threatening to break open into desperate wailing. Something about this felt so strange, so easy and natural. Unconditional. Why was this man being so nice to him?

A gloved hand rested on his shoulder, far more gentle than John had expected.

“Go home, kid. There’s nothing more important than family.”

If only he had either of those. A heavy sob wracked through his slight body and John found himself weeping loudly into his knees, without fear of being caught, judged, scolded and forced to pray away his resentment of his pitiful life. Tears and snot and misery came streaming down his face, body shaking with the effort of it all.

Warmth enveloped his shoulders, and he realised that the giant had removed his parka and wrapped it around him. Tucking him into it, like a child being settled into bed. And he leaned into the towering figure, sharing the warmth, curling himself into strong arms of inexplicable kindness. A kindness he thought he’d never know again.

“Stay here tonight. I’ll walk you back tomorrow.”

John cried until he fell asleep.

He dreamed of red hair, the heat of farmland alight, and a shadow in the back of a police car.

Let Me Go!

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY AF  

ULTRA FIC - Yeah actually this had to create a new section to this so ultra fic is anything over 3000 words.

Warnings; very very smutty, bad language, rapey kinda implications

I sat on my sofa shutting off my TV about to go to bed when I heard my door open? It was locked up how could- they must have had a key the door slammed shut behind them and I heard I lock I sat frozen with fear until Thomas leant on the corner of the wall with a half drunk beer bottle "Ohh... It's you, you scared me" I tell him he said nothing he looked at me with those dark brown eyes a smirk in the corner of his mouth before he took another swig of the bottle "what are you doing here Thomas?" I ask still nothing he just stood watching me "something wrong?" I ask and after a long silence "Hummm" he growled his tongue running across his bottom lip his eyes not moving from me I looked more careful and noticed he wasn't look at my eyes or face... But at my body "Thomas what's wrong with you?" I ask "Pretty girl" he smirked his voice deeper then usual, his whole vibe frightened me his tone, his body language everything about it made me worried he stepped forward putting the bottle on my table "Thomas just tell me what's going on and what you're-" I began standing up from my sofa but he stopped me short by grabbing my waist in his firm strong grip pulling me tight against his skinny body forcing his lips to mine I was in shock my hands stuck between our chests as his kisses deepened ignoring that I wasn't kissing back at all I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip pulling me somehow closer squishing my body between his own and his arms he pulled back from the kiss and looked confused "Why no kisses pretty girl?" He asked watching my eyes "Thomas! What the hells wrong with you let me go!" I complain "you march into my house god knows what hour drunk off your face let me go!" I complain and he smirked glancing down at my chest my large breasts squished on my own hands that where pushed tight against his chest he licked his lip again flicking those dark brown eyes back to mine they seemed darker then normal as he pushed me on to my sofa I tried to insantly get up but he was there closing off my only escape route I tried to squrim away from his grip but he was too strong and too fast i tried to kick my legs but he leant his knees on my legs so I couldn't move them stuck a little wider then I would have wanted them too he glanced down at me looking at my trapped body below him he took a hand away from my waist caressing my cheek I tried to move given he and removed a grip but all it did was my movements just made my body wiggle and jiggle a little drawing his attention down to my body again his eyes locked on my breasts his hand running down my neck those sly skinny long fingers slipping across both my breasts where they where exposed from my shirt then heading down the crevise between my breasts he made little nosies every so often little moans and small chuckles as his hand met the bone in my bra his hand now down my shirt his fingers starting to work on gropeing pinching anything he could do with his hand between my breasts I tried to move to get his hand away but it just made my breasts move against his hand making him smirk more "Hummm...pretty girly" he smirked pressing kisses down my neck "Thomas! I don't know what you think your doing but-" I began but he interupted me "Why Is my pretty girl fighting me?" He asked "What the hell do you mean why! You came into my house drunk out of your mind Thomas and I have no clue what your doing" I argue "Liar" he smirked "What!" I argue "You know exactly what I'm doing pretty girl" he smirked taking his hand away holding me down against the sofa as I suddenly felt him run his hard bludge in his tight black jeans against my thin blue leggings "ummmm!" He groans sitting up and throwing his head back shutting his eyes his hand starting up again "ummm ummmm pretty girl feels so good already uhhh!" He moans grabbing my breasts thought my shirt with both his hands his hands to small for my breasts he squeezed them both causing my boobs to spill from between his fingers alot I went to push him away as he had no grip on my arms but he stopped me grabbing both my hands before I could even touch him he held both my wrists in his hand as he reached for the pocket of his leather jacket getting out a cable tie and locking my wrists together in it then his hands returned to my breasts but... Set eyes on my shirt he began in buttoning the little buttons on my top "Thomas stop it let me go!" I yell but he ignored me once the button's where undone he pushed down my shirts top, letting the stretched and bundled fabric sit under my bra he ran those exploring fingers around the cup of my bra fiddling with the lace on it "Thomas I'm serious stop it!" I yell he smirked kissing me deeply again I still wouldn't kiss back as his hand ripped my bra pull that cup of my breast completely I bit his mouth making him pull back "What's wrong pretty girl?" He asked "Wrong! Thomas what the hell are you doing! Let go of me let me out!" I scream "Hummm, never" he smirked biting on the skin above my breast he exposed "ummmm such a pretty girly, with such a pretty titty" he growled moving down to lock his lips around my nipple running his tongue all over it and sucking hard "im not gonna hurt you, I just want to touch you" he smirked "all of you" he growled his hand moving down to rub on my clit thought my thin leggings As he kissed my breast I whined not sure how to feel as I was scared and angry but my clit felt so good I tried to shut my legs but he wouldn't let me as he rubbed harder sitting up to watch his work "Uuhhh! Stop it!" I whine "Not till you cum" he smirked grabbing a leg of my leggings in each hard pulling them hard causing the seam down the middle concerning the right and left legs to rip apart revealing everything to him as I hadn't warn panties Today I fought with all my energy to try and shut my legs stop him from looking or to try and free my hands all I ended up doing was wiggling myself around on my sofa under him he looked at me from under his blonde hair as it had fallen close to his eyes I knew I was bright red embarrassed Thomas saw my pussy and he smirked "awwww, how adorable" he smiled looking at my blush biting his bottom lip before he moved to kneel on my floor I tried to shut my legs but he forced them as far apart as I could go I whined trying to fight against him but he was too strong I tried everything to get him away but nothing worked I kicked my feet trying to get him away but he put a cable tie around each of my ankles then attached them together leaving me with my hands attached and my ankles attached atleast my leg where closed and he stood taking a grip of my waist and dragging me off to my room throwing me on my bed he took another cable tie from his pocket attaching my wrists to my bedframe "shhhh, I won't be a moment pretty girl" he smirked Kissing my head he left the room and instantly tried to get out but nothing worked till he came back putting something on floor by my bed he kneeled on my bed looking at me he ripped what was left of my leggings away throwing them on the floor his hands suddenly went to my shirt ripping the seams and throwing off me taking what was left o my bra and throwing that too, his eyes looked up and down me with a dark look of lust and desire as he stated at my naked body "Thomas let me go" I begged "Ummm you pretty" he moans jumping on me and grinding himself against me "uhhh! Uhh uuuuhhh! Y/n" he moans sitting up and throwing his jacket to the floor then slipping off his shirt and throwing it too grabbing my neck and kissing me I couldn't help but kiss back which made him hold me tighter till he moved back getting what he brought in with him a pair of handcuffs he cuffed my wrists and then cut the cable ties he then got a small padlock locking the my wrists to the chain between the cuffs was useless I whined and he smirked "no need to whine pretty girl," he smirked putting the key for the cuts and padlock on a chain around his neck "I'm gonna take care of you" he smirked getting something else, rope he began working with it for a while until he had created a knot around both my ankles but I was so strong I couldn't move my legs from this wide out possion making a spreader bar out of the rope he then got something else like the handcuffs but bigger and stronger attaching my ankles to my bedposts and he chuckled looking down at his work as he out the key for my ankles with the others "Thomas let me go!" I blushed almost crying "you want out?" He asked holding the keys and I nodded "Then you'll wait till daddies done with his fucktoy" he smirked forcing me down flat on my bed "Thomas please i-" I blushed as he licked a line up my clit "Please what?" He asked forcing three of his fingers inside me making me squeal "ummm so wet, I knew you liked this" he smirked "Like what!" I complain "Getting used" he smirked "it's something I've wanted to do since we where teenagers, all that dirty anime you watch, the school girls and the tentlces, the poor innocent girls when they can't fight back, the big strong boys and the soft little girls... Hummm I always knew you wanted it bad, wanted someone to touch you and fuck you to use you as they needed web if you were whine and scream" he smirked "you want it I know you do" he smirked "now I might not have any... Humm tentacles to trap you and please you, but i have rope and a big cock so I'm gonna fuck you till you love me" he growled fucking me with his fingers fast and hard as soon as he could he slipped his other fingers in so he had all four inside and his thumb on my clit his lustful eyes watching me try to resist "hummm I suppose it is hard if you're playing along or not, come on pretty girl, your biggest fantasy don't you want it?" He asked unzipping his jeans and pushing them off himself moving his hand away "Thomas please" I begged "What?" He smirked "Let me out" I complain "Why would I do that? You might run away" he smirked "I won't" I answer "Awww pretty girl come around? Not sure I like it...not as much fun when your trying to fight me off" he smirked "once I've finished I'll let you out" he growled pumping his cock a few times "ummmm umm y/n" he moans throwing his head back again jerking his cock quickly "ummmm why am I shutting my eyes and imaging when your here naked tied up with your legs open" he moans looking at me watching my every moment as he jerked himself off I felt myself dripping watching him touch himself for me I innocently whined and tried to move against my restraints which made me moan again "uhhhh uuuuhhh y/n... Ummmm y/n beautiful... Uhh! Uuhh uhhh!" He moans his cock twitching desperate for his orgasm so he smirked putting a finger back inside me "ummm y/n, your dripping for me beautiful" he growled taking his finger away and licking it clean before pushing himself Inside me raw I screamed feel his huge cock inside me as he got hilt deep inside me "Uhhhhh!" I squeal trying to fidget away from his pleasure He smirked grabbing my hips and starting his passionate lustful thrusts "Ummmmm you feel good, so wet, so tight, ummm I'm gonna enjoy you" he moaned thrusting rapidly I Lost all my sences emmediatly feeling nothing but pleasure his pase inhuman my breasts bounce with each thrust my orgasm close to being forced out of my body he knew that and worked into it rubbing on my clit with two of his fingers I tried to wiggle and whine trying to escape him  and the pleasure bubbling in my tummy he somehow got faster which got me to my orgasum I screamed loudly when I did squirt flooding my pussy exploding from around Thomas' cock creating large wet patch in my bed he kept going letting me ride out my high but....he didn't stop he wouldn't stop I begged where I could my voice being shattered and my energy gone but he ignored me keeping at the pase that made me cum his rubbing getting harder "Thomas stop please" I beg "No" he smirked "not till I'm done with my fucktoy" he smirked "umm I like watching you cum, maybe you should video you then I can make you watch when your naughty" he smirks "or I can just make you do it again and again and again" he growled "Thomas please stop!" I sqeal "Umm why? You want it I know you do, I'm going to make you cum as many times as I can because you have been teasing me since we where teenagers, high time someone gave you what you deserve..." he smirked "Uhhhhh Thomas stop it please!" I begged "No" he laughs "y/n I've never seen you so railed up before, perhaps i should do this more often" he smirked as I felt my second orgasm flood my brain and my bed as I squirted more lost in my pleasure till he pulled out I breathed relaxing atlast but he flipped me over pulling my arse high and spreading my arse and pussy exposing them better to the cold air he licked my clit and spanked my arse going to push inside again "No no Thomas please" I cried "please enough let me rest" I begged "Hummm never" he smirks pushing hilt deep inside me he felt bigger his cock hitting in something inside me that made me scream every time he touched it sending rocket waves of pleasure though my body weakening me still "awww I found the pretty girls g spot" he cooes starting his thrusts fucking me sencelessly "ohh yeah! That's it Uhhhhhh! Ummmm! Y/n! Y/n darling!" He moans getting faster "uhhh fuck! I should have done this year's ago! Uuuuuhhhh! Uhh uhhh uuuhh Uhhhhhh uuuhhhhh!" He moans as I suddenly felt his cum spray inside me filling me with the warm stuff it Leaking out of me as he moved I breathed praying it was over atlast but he didn't stop not even for a second infact getting faster still almost pushing me over with every lustful thrust him still hitting that amazing spot inside of me over and over I burred my head in my pillow biting in it as I felt my third orgasm rush though my body my legs shaking and my pussy twitching it felt amazing but I had had enough I need to rest but he didn't even slow he grabbed my breasts gropeing them hard and even twisting my nipples "Thomas.... please" I begged between breaths "Please what?" He asked getting tried himself "Please... You've got too-" I stutter "Got to go faster? Well if you insist darling" he smirked "No Thomas that's not what i-" I began but he got faster his hips slamming into mine so hard and so fast his rubbing inhumanly fast as i- "Ahhhhhh! Thomas!" I scream as my fourth orgasm tore thought me sending my face into my pillow and my legs almost down on themselves but Thomas held me up as he didn't even slow down or stop his rubbing I prayed it was just to let me ride it out but I had ridden it out and another was building and he didn't even slow "uhhh uhhh! Thomas!" I whine "What is it y/n" he smirked "How are you-" I ask "Hummm well those little blue pills you can buy work wonders little girl, I won't be done for hours and I'm gonna keep fucking you till I'm done with you" he smirked "Uhhhhhhhh! Thomas please I'm begging you!" I scream tears rolling down my face as I felt myself again getting close with his non stop rubs and thrusts "Maybe I'll let you have a rest when you make it to ten" he growls "Uhhhhhh Thomas no please! Enough!" I squeal "Awwww your so cute" he smiles "when I'm done with you, your near five I've only had one how is that fair? Maybe I should keep fucking you till morning see how many you have then" he smirked "Thomas please!" I scream "I'm not stopping so get used to it my little fucktoy" he smirked spanking me hard which tipped me over to my fifth orgasm squirting all over my bed and Thomas' cock I felt all my energy leave me and I collapsed on my bed my vision going black... When I woke I felt a horrible yet amazing sensation another orgasm this orgasum had woke me up from my passed out state I will was chained up and Thomas was still fucking me as hard as before I could feel my pussy I was sticky like he had cum multiple times while I was passed out he never stopped he just kept going pounding me harshly I felt him grab my waist hard and him cum inside me again with a long moan and atlast he stopped I could tell from his breaths he was exaugsted he unlocked me from everything setting me free and collapsing on the other side of my bed I moved to my back my knees dead from being bent over for so long "How long was I out?" I ask feeling his cum dripping out my pussy where I had overflowed with it "Hour... maybe two" he shrugs "How many?" I ask "Eight... Not sure about you once you passed out they where hard to track, I think ten maybe more but don't quote me on that" he laughs "Why did you do this?" I ask him and he shrugged "Guys where talking about fucking the girls they always wanted to fuck... And I realized that for me, that was you and... I never did. Got drunk off my face feeling sad about it then mostly drunk me though fuck it! Worst you could do was punch me in the dick or stab me so, bought a couple pills and came over here" he explained "Why not just talk to me, I might have let you fuck me if you rang or asked when you got here" I tell him "It was a stupid idea, I knew you liked that stuff in anime and so... I don't know I gave it a shot" he shrugged "Humm, I worked" I smiled sitting up and kissing his lips a little he kissed me back happily slowly and softly "So uhh... Out of curiosity? Would you be okay me doing that...again?" He offers "I would let you, we need a safeword thought" I smile cuddling him and he held me tightly too "Y/n... Does this means we're dating or that you really like me?" He asked Getting a little excited "I don't know, I'm too sleepy, well figure I out in the morning when your sober" I laugh "You can tell I'm still kinda drunk?" He laughs "Yep" I giggled "all i know right now is, that was fun and exaugsting and you have a big cock that I like very much" I giggled "Cheers y/n" he laughs.

I smiled as I woke up Thomas fast asleep so I go up getting my PJs on and going to make some coffee as he is definitely gonna be hungover this morning I stood trying my best not to clatter spoons or mugs to much even mostly doing It in the dark as not to illuminate my flat to much and just as the kettle boiled "Uuuuuggggggghhhhhrrrrrmmmm" he heard from the door way as he sheilded his hungover eyes from the sunlight coming in the kitchen window "Morning Thomas" I smile "Humm? Ohh? What- what are you doing in my house?" He asked "Your not in your home Thomas your in my flat remember" I laugh "Owww! Y/n shhhh please not so loud" he begged "not my house? Yeah I did wonder how I got from bed to the kitchen without falling down a flight of stairs" he complains "Would you like me to make you some nice breakfast?" I offer "Uhh sure thanks y/n" he smiled taking his coffee "ohhh that's heavenly" he smiled after having a sip "Bacon, pancakes and eggs?" I smile getting cooking "Y/n?" Thomas asks "Uum?" I ask "What uhh... What happened last night?" He asked "You don't remember?" I laugh "Not a fucking thing" he sighed "What's the last thing you remember?" I ask "Uhhh...jack talking about banging Lindsey Harlem again" he sighed "and... Then waking up and seeing you" he says "So... You don't at all remember what happened last night?" I ask "No why? Did I go naked running again?" He asked very concerned "No Thomas" I smirk "you uhh may want to check your wallet" I smirk so he went and did so "What the... Why did I? Y/n... Why did I buy these?" He asked showing the little plastic sealed packet for those pills but three had been taken out leaving three more so I smirked tugging him back to my room letting him lean on the door looking into my bed with the huge stain from everything that happened last night as well as all the kinky toys, rope and our clothes scattered across the  floor "So we could do that" I giggled nuzzling my head into his bare chest "We did that?" He asked and I nodded "does that mean you?" He began and I kissed his lips softly "Yes Thomas, I like you too. Now you clean this mess up I'll make breakfast" I smile going to go back but he grabbed my arm "Before you go uhh... How did I get you to sleep with me?" He asked "You didn't give me much of a choice" I smile "How so?" He asked "Zip ties and ripping my clothes off ring any bells Thomas" I smile "Really!" He asked and I nod "fuck It breakfast can wait" he smirked picking me up and kissing me deeply I happily kissed back as we went back to bed "since I can't remember... Let's do it again" he smirked "Not sure I can Thomas, twelve orgasms take a toll on a girl" I blush "Ummmm please y/n... " He begs "Later, we need some strength first... Breakfast, coffee then we can snuggle up again" I smile "Okay y/n" he smiles giving my lips a kiss

Preschool Graduation part 1

The gown he’s wearing is too long, and the weird hat Stiles made him wear have this weird itchy thingy – that is constantly in his face. Pack members are ‘awe-ing’ and taking photos of the kid, pinching his cheeks left and right. Someone even commented how much he looked like Derek with that scowl on his face, but to be fair – THEY STARTED PINCHING HIS CHEEKS WHEN HE WOKE UP. Cut him some slack, they barely let him eat his breakfast in peace. Stiles made him PANCAKES. But all the baby talk disturbed his peaceful breakfast. Hence, the scowl on his face. He had been picked as the valedictorian (if there’s a pre-school version) for some reason. Probably because he was the only one in his class who knew the entire alphabet without stuttering.

Lydia had helped him write a speech, and Derek and Stiles had not been invited to those writing sessions.

Blowing some air in an attempt to get rid of the tassel that hung in his face, a scissor soon came into view – and the tassel was no more. Grinning up at Derek, while Stiles screeched in the background Jamie couldn’t help but hold his arms up. Urging the Alpha to pick him up, and hug him tight. Despite being all grown up, he could accept a hug or two every once in a while.

Flash… Flash… Flash. His grandpa was crying. And simultaneously taking photos of the small boy. Before Stiles started ushering people to go to the preschool. Because they were already late, which didn’t come as a shock. Jamie wasn’t prepared to see so many people, cramped up in the classroom he had spent a lot of his childhood in. Being a little rascal, drawing on walls, helping the other’s with their so called homework and just napping. The best part was of course napping.

Stiles made a huge fuss, while trying to tame the locks that adorned his little head. Derek on the other hand had let the nervous little child stick his arms into his leather jacket, wearing it like it was his own. The scent of an Alpha, powerful and strong calmed his nerves. Showed him that he wasn’t alone.

“Ow!” He exclaimed as Stiles started combing through his hair, but he was glad to get rid of the cap – until it was placed back securely on top of his head once again.

Almost faceplanting the floor as his name was called, he turned to wave at his family before scurrying of to the provisory stage.

‘Start with getting everyone’s attention, if you get nervous – forget about everyone else and focus on the heartbeats of your parents. This speech is the bomb.’ That’s what auntie Lydia told him, while he practiced on his speech.

 “A grumpy man once said, I evolved, and to be honest I didn’t know what that meant. But now I am standing here, where I made my very first friends – and I can gladly say that I have evolved, too. I am bigger now, I am stronger and smarter. I know how to pour my milk in a glass, when I started here I couldn’t even hold my sippy cup properly!” A snort can be heard. “My teacher’s taught me how to be a good person, and they also showed me how to write a letter to my parents. I am happy to have been here for so long, and I hope you wont forget about me. My initials –“ He scrunched up his face for a second. “- Are written on the door, please don’t call my grandpa on me. I’m too young to go behind bars.

Anyway, what I want to say is simple. Live long and prosper. Oh, and don’t tell daddy I’ve been watching Star Trek instead of Star Wars, he’ll lose his poop if I do.” Another snort can be heard. 

“I will always remember all my teachers and all my friends and all the nap times I had here. I will remember how to write my name, Jamie Anakin Stilinski-Hale. Bye-bye.” Mic drop.

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Passing Through (Pt.2)

Summary: After some time apart, the reader and Sam reunite by chance. And both parties are shocked, to say the least. The problems of two different worlds being so close to each other are finally revealed.

Read Part 1 HERE

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, crying?

A/N: Thanks for reading!

The way someone carried themselves could tell you a lot about them. This guy was confident, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

His chest was broad, and he was tall and handsome like the men you usually leaned towards. Everything about this man seemed to appeal to you, except for his incessant, self-centred speech. He didn’t care to ask you where you were from or what a nice girl like you was doing in a dive like this.

Your eyes couldn’t help but take in his clothing choices. Freshly-pressed dress pants and brown leather shoes seemed to be his go-to outfit, hardly one that you might wear to the local bar for a drink.

His lips turned up into a cocky smirk and he flashed his perfectly straight teeth as he spoke. You sipped the cocktail he bought you. It was one of the most expensive ones on the menu but he’d insisted. He didn’t seem to care about throwing his money around to impress people.

   “And I started my own company at the age of nineteen. Bought my first Porsche at 20 and here I am.” The fact that you’d acquired this man’s full family history in less than ten minutes meant that he held himself and his lineage with high regard, so that must mean his money was more of an inherited thing. After all, who could get that big of a loan to start a business without sucking up to his filthy-rich daddy. You just kept nodding along with his story.

   “Well, you sound like you can take care of yourself pretty well.” You tried your best to flirt back, hoping it would lead to some sort of attraction. He may have actually been cute if his ego wasn’t in the way and if he wasn’t trying too hard to compensate for something below the belt.

   “I can take care of you pretty well too, sweetheart.” The man smirked back and his hand ran gently up your forearm. Your instincts told you to get the hell out of there, but when was the last time that had any effect on your actions?

   “One more drink and I might take you up on that.” You finished off the heavily spiked beverage in your hand and ate the cherry. He nodded and smirked again, confident as ever that he was going to get somewhere tonight.

   “You got it. Don’t go anywhere.” He ran a hand over his neatly combed hair and walked off to get back to the bar. 

Subconsciously, you pulled at the tight corners of the outfit you’d chosen for the night. Drawing attention to yourself had become more of a habit since your heart was broken.

The small bar was busy for a Tuesday night, even though it wasn’t the most popular pub in town, but you went here because it was more off the grid. Usually, you went here because it wasn’t busy. There were girls dancing with guys and drinks being spilt, and all the sounds of the bar started to get more and more annoying.  Your eyes travelled around the room, taking in all the faces in the small space. They landed on a few who looked like they needed at least one glass of water, but they landed on one that looked too familiar to you as well. He seemed to do a double take when he saw you.

His hair was a little shorter, and eyes looked tired - they seemed like they’d seen things much worse than what they had two years ago. But he was the same man you remembered, there was no denying that.

   “The signs are all around this town, Sam, you can’t tell me you don’t think it’s suspicious.”

You heard Dean break off their conversation and almost choke on his drink as you marched over to their table furiously. He looked up at you.

   “Y/N? You look-”

   “What? Different? Yeah, I got that.” You glared at both of them. Sam didn’t speak, he just seemed to stare at you. You breathed in heavily and switched between looking at each boy a few times, waiting for them to say something. They didn’t.

   “What the hell are you two doing here.” Your fists were clenched by your sides. Dean looked at Sam, unsure of what to say with the shock that overwhelmed him all of a sudden, and Sam just looked back.

   “Um-”

   “Don’t answer that. You shouldn’t have come back.” You turned your back on them again and started back to your small table.

   “Good thing you let that one go, Sam. Turned into a crazy ex.” You heard Dean scoff under his breath and you stopped dead in your tracks. You turned again and crossed your arms, offended.

   “Excuse me?” Both boys looked as if they had just insulted God himself, fear replaced their blank stares. 

   “Abort, abort,” Dean muttered as you walked back to them and slammed your hand down on their table. You glared at them.

   “I was not the one who abandoned the other in the middle of the night. I’m not the one who didn’t give jack shit for an explanation.” You looked at Sam and the look on his face told you he was still guilty. He bit the inside of his lip and his eyes scanned yours.

   “This seems like an issue for the two of you to work out on your own-” Dean finished his beer and got up but your hand landed on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

   “Sit. You were the one who told him to leave, asshole.” Glaring at the older brother, you reverted back to a straight posture. You couldn’t control what came out of your mouth at this point. Two years of pent-up rage came pouring out, then you stopped.

   “Y/N, let me explain, this is all a misunderstanding,” Dean tried to start before you cut him off. 

   “You know what? I can’t deal with this right now. You sons of bi-” 

   “Hey, gorgeous, I got you a-” Your companion from earlier found you again and looked at both of the men who sat at the table. All of their chests seemed to expand a little like some macho showdown was about to happen. Sam seemed to stiffen.

   “Who are your friends?” The man, whose name you still didn’t know, asked - as if these two other guys being near you didn’t bother him. You rolled your eyes.

   “They’re not my friends. Let’s get out of here.” You sighed, putting the drink that he brought down on the table. Your date looked rather confident that he was the one that got to take you home.

   “Your place or mine.” His smirk grew and he glanced sideways at the boys at the table. You tried your best to act as though the Winchesters weren’t there. But Sam didn’t seem to be trying to hold back his facial expressions. It looked like your date would be murdered if Sam got the chance.

   “Mine.” You answered in a shaky breath. 

   “So long boys.” You hooked your arm through his and smiled obnoxiously at the boys before you left with the guy. Sam and Dean just watched in shock.

An hour later you confirmed your suspicions of compensation and were grateful for a loud knock on your front door.

   “Who’s that?” The man getting dressed asked as he fastened his jeans.

   “I don’t know, just get out.” You pulled a t-shirt on and practically pushed him towards the door. 

   “Hey, hey, what’s the rush? I was having fun.” He tried to kiss you again and you could still smell the product in his perfect hair. You pulled away quickly.

   “Good for you. Unfortunately, you don’t know how to use what you got. Now get out.” You practically growled as you opened your front door and pushed him out with only one shoe on, his clean white sock suddenly dirt-ridden.

   “What the hell?” The guy grumbled as he threw his coat over his shoulder. He glared in your direction and barely dodged his shoe which was thrown at him. 

   “Bitch.” He muttered, picking it up off the ground and sauntering toward his red Porsche parked on the curb, right in front of a black Impala.

 You turned your head to greet the man standing on your doorstep.

   “Sam.”

   “Hi.” He responded, sighing deeply.

   “Can I come in?” He asked, nodding his head into the house. You nodded back nervously and let him enter.

You made him a peppermint tea to be polite, but you knew that was his favourite.

   “Thanks.” He sipped carefully so he wouldn’t get burnt.

   “What are you guys doing back here?” You could barely look him in the eyes.

   “We’re pass-”

   “Passing through, right. Should have known-”

   “I didn’t want to leave, Y/N.” Sam said suddenly. The room went quiet for a moment

   “Then why did you? Why did you leave? We could have worked whatever it was out.” You felt your eyes begin to water and you leaned on your counter.

   “You didn’t even leave a note. Or a text. I tried to call you but your number changed.” You crossed your arms and you could hear your voice breaking. Sam was looking down at his mug.

   “I thought it would be better that way.” He mumbled through locks of his hair.

   “Well, it wasn’t.”

   “I get that now. Look, if you want to get back together-”

   “No, Sam I don’t want to get back together!” Your decibels in your voice cut through the quiet speaking. He was looking right at you, shocked that such a loud noise could come out of your mouth. You were crying. 

   “Just tell me why you left. Please.” Your voice broke as tears ran down your cheeks and Sam kept staring at you. His eyes glassed over as he watched you break down right in front of him.

   “Tell me why you left, Sam, please tell me what I did-”

   “Nothing, Y/N, you didn’t do anything, listen to me.” He resisted the urge to reach across the counter and take your hands. You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and you sniffled.

   “Dean,” Sam breathed out.

   “Dean said I shouldn’t see you anymore, Y/N. He told me it was dangerous to keep coming back here. That I could lead something here.” He sighed deeply in his chest and he looked sincerely into your face. You watched as his hands folded around his mug.

   “I didn’t explain, and that wasn’t fair to you. I’m- I’m sorry.” He bit the inside of his lip again and ran a hand through his hair. You nodded your head and felt a weight lifted off of you. The ache in your heart eased, and you felt Sam’s hand drift over yours. The tears ran freely down your cheeks as you finally had your answer.

Two years of throwing yourself into situations you knew you would regret, and it was all for that apology. 

Your stomach seemed to flip slightly and you felt lightheaded. Your vision turned darker and your limbs seemed to go numb, but they still moved and held you up.

   “Y/N?” Sam’s voice beckoned. You looked up at him and pulled your hand away. His eyes were full of regret.

   “Are you okay?” He asked.

   “Will- will you stay with me tonight?” You asked softly, not recognizing your own voice. Some part of you wanted him to agree. For some reason, your fight or flight instincts began to kick in

   “Um.” He mumbled.

   “Nevermind, that was a dumb question...” You looked down. 

   “I should...I should go.” Sam said, standing up and quickly walking towards the door. He paused and turned to look at you again.

   “Y/N, we can’t see each other. Not again. I can’t.” He looked back at you and you felt your heart break for the second time. 

   “Did you stop loving me? We can make it work, I know we-”

   “No, Y/N.” Sam said, frustrated. You felt a heavy breath leave your chest and your hands lifted to wipe your eyes.

   “Thought I had you there.” Sam’s expression changed to fear as your eyes turned black. He stumbled back and reached for his gun. But your hand lifted again and he flung backwards against the wall.

You were trapped inside your own body.

   “Y/N, I know you’re in there. You can fight this-” Sam was cut off when his windpipe was. Your arm was extended and seemed to be choking him through the air, your heart sped up, beating furiously. You screamed for him to help you, but your mouth didn’t open and your voice made no sound. It was just as if there were weights on your ankles, holding you down and keeping you from moving, interrupting.

   “Finally,” The thing controlling you finally spoke.

   “Been waiting a long time for you, Sammy.” It let him go and he took in a sharp breath to refill his lungs. The corners of your mouth turned up into a smirk and Sam Winchester looked genuinely scared.

   “Let Y/N go, this has nothing to do with-” His throat closed up again and there was a sickening laugh that came from inside your skull. It echoed loudly enough to cloud your thoughts.

   “Sam! Help me!” You shrieked, and the presence laughed again. 

   “He can’t do anything to help you, now, all he can do is-”

 A gunshot rang out and you felt a searing pain in your thigh. A scream ripped through your chest and the force that had taken over you laughed again.

   “You shot me? That can’t do much.” It said. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Dean standing in the doorway with a soft plume of smoke coming from his pistol.

   “Unless there’s a devil’s trap carved into the bullet.”

To be continued   

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A Monster for a Mate - Chapter 4

PENNYWISE X OC

*** WARNING*** - The following chapter contains mature content.  It features graphic depictions of sexual acts and dark/thematic content that may be unsuitable for sensitive readers.

Previous Chapters:

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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1. What Dreams May Come

That night the clown came to me once more.  I dreamed that he stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me.  Red balloons floated around the room as he beckoned me, extending his hand out.  I rose from the bed, and as I pulled the covers back, I became strangely aware that I was clothed in a most peculiar and familiar ensemble.  White tights covered my legs and on my feet were a pair of two shiny patent leather shoes.  I took in the strap that crossed them, the delicate buckle that fastened them.  As I looked up at myself, I noticed the ruffles of the stiff petticoat beneath the royal blue of my velvet dress.  I took in the gold buttons down the front, the folded collar, the puffiness of the sleeves. I knew the ensemble.  I had worn it before.

Alarmed, my hands went up to my head.  I gasped upon finding the same birthday tiara that had adorned my head that day long ago, on the day I turned seven years old. I held a stick of fluffy, rainbow colored cotton candy on one hand and a familiar clown doll in the other. 

Suddenly, the room changed.  The balloons bobbed up toward the ceiling, revealing the crowded street of a small Argentinian town.  I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, looking out to the other side, where my mother was buying a marionette of Pizzarín, my favorite childhood clown, from one of the circus vendors.  Next to her stood Pennywise, facing me.

“No” I rasped, feeling my throat tighten to the point where breathing was a struggle “why are you doing this?!” 

He leered at me.  “Show me your fears, little Lus”

The tangy sweet scent of sugar coated lemon drops filled my nose again. I shook it away, focusing on the way my mother thanked the vendor, placing the coins in his hand.  Then she turned towards me, smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and moved to cross the street.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed in horror.

A truck zoomed past, and there was a dull, sickening thud.

I fell to my knees as the town faded away and I was once again in darkness.  The red balloons floated down, surrounding me.  I burst into tears, and then I felt two gloved hands take mine.  I looked up to see Pennywise sitting on his knees in front of me.  His mouth was turned downwards in feigned sympathy, but his eyes twinkled with fiendish satisfaction. 

“Poor, poor little Lus.  Daddy lied to you” he whispered, and I saw his teeth morph into rows and rows of pointed daggers.  Exhausted and confused, I made no attempt at self-defense when I saw his jaw become unhinged and the three swirling deadlights in his core screeched as they pulsated towards me…

2. An Awakening

My eyes flew open and I shot up, waking up with a jolt.  I looked around the room, looking for the subtlest trace of movement or sound that could escape from any corner or nook.  But I was alone.  Looking down I realized I was positioned on the center of the bed, and the robe I had worn the night before was pulled down my arms almost completely, leaving me totally exposed.  As I looked down at my naked state, I became aware of a stinging sensation on my left side.  I gasped when I took in the long, thin, jagged red line than ran from right beneath my left breast down to the middle of my thigh.  Not deep enough to draw blood, but just enough to cut skin.

A claw mark.

With trembling hands I inspected the rest of my body, but there were no other marks nor any signs of having been taken advantage of.  I quaked with fear at the thought of lying unconscious and helpless as the clown’s hands roamed freely over my body, leaving a calling card that promised further and perhaps even more intrusive encounters.  I felt a chill go up my spine as I remembered the way his yellow eyes had pierced into mine, shattering the thick walls of defense that sheltered my troubled psyche as though they were made of thin paper. 

I had come into the territory of a most powerful monster.

I jumped from the bed and grabbed my suitcase, throwing it open on the bed.  I yanked my clothes from the dresser and tossed them inside.  Then I ran to the bathroom to grab my toiletries, and I stopped when I saw the single red balloon tied to the sink.  On its shiny red surface were the words in white: RUNNING AWAY LUS?

Oh shit.

I grabbed my cosmetics bag and dashed back to the bedroom, then I let out a cry.  My suitcase was gone.  The drawers of the dresser were scattered all over the floor and on the mirror were the words scribbled in childlike writing in what looked like fresh blood:  dOnTcHA wANnA kNOw tHE tRutH?

I let the bag fall to the floor, not caring if anything broke.  There was a numbness that began settling in my bones as I observed the red blood dripping from the letters, marring my reflection.  There was a reason why I was brought here.  There was a reason why I wanted to come here.  

Poor, poor little Lus.  Daddy lied to you.

He was right.  I had always known.  Deep down I knew that I, the very daughter of the Great Serpent, was the one who was most deceived.  Running back home would solve nothing.  I needed answers, and it seemed like the creature in Derry had them.

“Alright clown, you win” I said aloud.

There was the sound of shuffling behind me, and when I turned, my clothes from the night prior were on the bed.  Next to them were my pair of Chuck Taylor’s.

“Not giving me back my suitcase, eh? Sneaky little bugger”

A few minutes later I left my room.  Unbeknownst to me, the bloody letters on the mirror disappeared as I closed the door behind me.

3. Trip Down Memory Lane

After a cup of coffee at the Townhouse restaurant, my first stop was the travel agency on Main Street.  There were posters of people rafting down rapids with the caption DISCOVER DERRY! plastered on the windows.  Five minutes later, I realized I had walked into the wrong place after being littered with tourism pamphlets and offers of Maine tours.  They knew nothing of the town, but pointed me in the direction of the library.  I almost wanted to hit myself for not thinking of it first.

The Derry Public Library was a most quaint structure.  There was something nostalgically attractive about it, with its original western wing made out of old concrete walls lined with wooden beams painted a dark blue.   The newly built glass hallway and modern halls of the east wing hosted the fiction section and the checkout area.  I entered through the glass doors and was met with an almost sepulchral silence.  The young lady at the checkout desk nodded at me in greeting before gathering a tall stack of folders and walking into an office.  I made out the name Mike Hanlon, Chief Librarian engraved in the golden plaque on the door.  I walked to the information computer station and typed in “history of Derry” into the search bar.  Minutes later I was making my way down shelves, scanning the codes until my fingers stopped on a thick, blue tome.

I sat on one of the couches in the reading area and opened the book A History of Old Derry.  I shuffled through page after page of grainy photos and Xerox scans of headlines dating back to the late 1700’s.  They were all memories of tragedies, gruesome unsolved murders, old newspaper illustrations of the town’s founding.  I continued to look through the pages until my eyes went wide and my hands clasped the book tightly.  There was a black and white picture with the caption: Easter Egg Hunt celebration at the Derry Iron Works, April 3rd 1908.  In the middle of the photo, half hidden in the crowd, was a circus wagon.  The name Pennywise the Dancing Clown was painted around a portrait of the very same creature who had visited me the night before.  On the next page was the same clown, blurry and out of focus, standing behind a group of children holding Easter eggs.  I flipped the page, and there was a scan of the Derry Herald dating to April 4th.  On its front page was the headline: EASTER EXPLOSION KILLS 88 CHILDREN, 102 TOTAL.  

“You had a feast that day, didn’t you?” I muttered under my breath.

I jumped when I heard someone behind me shush me, and I looked back apologetically to an elderly woman who fixed me with a stern stare.  I turned back to the book and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.  The same bloody childlike writing from the mirror was now scribbled all over the open book with the message: ThesE aRe noT tHe AnSweRs yOU’rE looKinG fOr.

I shut the book closed and took in deep breaths to slow down the frantic beating in my chest.  The checkout slip slipped out from the back cover and as I slid it back into the sleeve I read the name of the last person who had checked it out: Ben Hanscom, 1989.

27 years ago.

I rose to put the book back on its shelf, and as I made my way out of the aisle, I noticed a book protruding from its shelf.  I pulled it out, frowning at the title.

“What the fuck?” I whispered, looking up to the row I had pulled it out of.  The entire row of books was on the lineages of ancient rulers, from Egypt, Babylon, and Sumer.  Feeling a sense of dread, I walked back to the information station and typed in: “Nephilim. Genesis 6”  The computer loaded for a few seconds, and then my blood froze when the only result given was the book in my hand.  

The book that had miraculously been placed for me to find:

Incest in the Ancient World:  How the Importance of Pure Bloodlines Built Lasting Dynasties.

I heard laughter behind me, and when I turned there was no one there, but there was a red balloon tied to the checkout desk.  I looked back down at the tome in my hand, felt for the wallet in my coat pocket, and made my way to it.

4. The Standpipe

“I’ll have the bourbon chicken please” I said as I gave the menu back to the waiter.  I sat in the furthest booth inside the Jade of the Orient on Mall Road.  The booth has half hidden in the far corner of the line of boxed stalls that ran the length of the windows.  I took a long drink of my New England iced tea and then took the book from my lap.  I placed it on the table, looked around me nervously as though I was opening a copy of Hustler, and began on the first page.

...The ancient mythos spoke of the sun and the moon mating to make man… brother and sister engaging in creation… the ancient Sumerian legends spoke of great rulers… descendants of the sun and the moon… who kept their lineages pure by producing heirs with those of their closest relations…brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters… a custom kept alive for hundreds and even thousands of years by the Egyptian pharaohs… the Nephilim were the guardians, giants produced by the mating of exiled celestial beings with the daughters of men… queens and princesses of the Sumerian bloodlines were given as gifts to these beings… until a great flood was sent to eradicate the offspring of such abominable unions… but the legendary bloodline of human and celestial was thought to the have survived… a small string of DNA hidden deep in the genetic makeup of the wife of Cam… and giants continued to plague the Earth until they mysteriously disappeared from history…

“Your bourbon chicken ma’am”

I gasped loudly and shrank back, startling the waitress and almost causing her to drop my lunch on my lap.  

“I am so sorry” I rasped.

“Must be a really good book” she laughed nervously as she placed the plate in front of me.

“Tragic, mostly” I chuckled, but there was no humor in my voice.

“Will you want dessert ma’am?” she asked politely.

“No thanks” I answered.

“Enjoy your lunch” she quipped, and walked away.

The chicken was exceptional.  Tender chunks of white meat were perfectly steeped with sweet and sour sauce laden with whiskey.  As I ate, I watched the townsfolk going to and fro in their daily routine of small city life, oblivious to the monster in their midst, and the fact that they were Its own private food supply. 

The bill came.  I wrote down a generous tip and signed my name.  I placed my wallet back into my coat pocket and ripped the plastic wrapping of my fortune cookie.  I took a bite out of one corner and as I chewed on the bland, crunchy wafer, I opened the strip of paper within.  I read the line, and then I began to gag convulsively as I choked.

Are you gonna let Daddy fuck you?

The waitress and a couple of patrons close by reached me in an instant.  I felt a couple of hard violent blows on my back and I began to gasp.  The entire restaurant was now staring as I almost coughed up a lung.  I was offered water, and after ten minutes that felt an eternity, I was finally able to speak and thank the large burly man who undoubtedly had left a bruise on my back.  Embarrassed, I grabbed my book and left the restaurant.

I coughed all the way down Mall Road until I reached the Kissing Bridge.  As I approached the domed entrance I stopped when I saw Pennywise standing on the other end, occupied with something as he reached high up the wall of the bridge.  I strained to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, and I frowned with confusion upon realizing that he was carving the wall of the bridge.  Suddenly, he turned towards me, waved, and scampered off laughing.

“Hey! Wait up!” I called out, running to him, but he was gone.

I looked up at the spot where he was carving, and I felt my heart skip a beat or two upon seeing the same childlike scribble that had followed me all day now engraved into the wood:

PeNny aNd LuS I laughed, long and hard.  Laughed until my sides hurt and the coughing came back in hacking sobs.  Tears poured from my eyes and I feared I would lose my chicken meal over the railing.  It took great effort to calm my giggles but when they finally subsided I noticed the red balloon that was tied further down the railing.  I walked towards it, greatly amused, and upon reaching it, I noticed another one tied up to a bush further away.  As I made my way down, more balloons popped up.  Pennywise was leading me somewhere.  He guided me down a street called Kansas until the last balloon appeared next to a large Standpipe.  I walked towards the water tower, hopeful to catch the clown and finally make him talk, but as I got nearer, I noticed that it was deserted.  I walked around the large circular structure, peeking into bushes and behind benches, until I heard muffled sounds coming from behind the tower, somewhere in the overgrowth of its rear entrance.  As I got closer, the sounds became clear moans and groans.  The overgrowth rustled as I heard hard huffing and puffing.  And then I saw…

There was a man and a woman hiding in the overgrowth, fucking hard.  She was bent over a fallen tree and he stood behind her, pounding into her.  I could hear the messy wet sloshing that mixed in with her wanton moans as she held on to the tree with one hand and touched herself with the other, bringing herself to climax.  I held my breath at the lewd sight, watching the way his muscles rippled as he buried himself inside her over and over again.  I couldn’t make out their faces, but I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies.  Her black hair hung over her face and her breasts bounced happily.  I stifled a giggle and turned to walk away, but then I heard her speak:

“Fuck me Daddy”

Just then, she flipped her hair backwards, and I was looking at myself getting rammed from behind.  The face of the man peeked from behind the bush, and I screamed upon seeing the face of my father looking back at me.  He licked his lips in the most obscene way and began to fuck the woman, myself, even harder.

“How do you think your mother made you?” he panted “how do you think I made HER?”

I ran.  The book I had checked out from the library fell from my hands as I fled from the horror of what I had seen.  A crushing panic settled in my chest as I scrambled up the small hill.  I was sobbing violently but no tears came as I tore through the small park toward the main road.  When I finally reached the busy street I skidded to a sudden stop.

Pennywise stood directly on the other side, facing me.  The cars, the town, the people disappeared and it was just he and I inside a bubble of time.  His smile was most devious as he called out to me.

“Why you running, Lus?  If you stay here with me you won’t have to fuck Daddy.  Come join the clown, Lus.  You can float with me.  I’ll keep you safe.  I’ll keep you warm.  Daddy won’t find you, I promise”

“It can’t be true!” I cried out, and the tears finally came.

“You wanna know the whole truth, Lus?  Wanna know what really happened to Mommy?”

“M-m-om?” I stuttered.

My surroundings changed and shifted, and I was once again in the town of my childhood.  I wore the puffy, blue sailor dress of that tragic day.  The rainbow-colored cotton candy and the clown doll were clutched in my hands.  The same birthday tiara rested on my head, and the white tights and patent leather shoes adorned my feet.  I heard the rustle of the stiff petticoat beneath my dress as the warm, Argentinian breeze blew.  I looked out and there was my mother, picking out a marionette from the circus tent full of toys.  She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out the coins, placing them into the vendor’s hand.  I took in the way her lilac dress conformed to every curve of her body, the way her flowing black hair tumbled down in waves to her waist.  She was beautiful, my mother.  Beautiful and cursed.

Pennywise stood next to her, not taking his eyes off of me.  I gasped upon realizing I was once again in my dream, and that it was he who was making me relive the one memory I had fought my entire life to forget.

“Open your eyes, little Lus” he called out, waving his hands out as though about to perform a magnificent magic trick “blink, and you just might miss it!”

My mother turned towards me and smiled, pulling on the marionette’s strings to show me what she had purchased for me.  I could feel my heart shatter as she moved to cross the street.  The sounds of an engine approaching broke the stillness.

“Open your eyes Lus!” Pennywise called out to me once more, laughing maniacally.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed, reaching out with my hands.

Just as the truck came into view, time slowed down.  The dull, sickening thud as the bumper made contact with my mother’s fragile body thumped in my ears, followed by a cracking sound as she was crushed under the wheels.  But just before the truck disappeared, leaving the broken, lifeless body of my mother behind, I caught sight of something I had seen on that fateful day in November.  Something I had never registered, or perhaps had been made to forget…

Sitting at the driver’s seat of the truck, was a black hood.

End of Chapter 4

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Impulse 25 - The Fall

Harley held her breath in her throat, wondering if the image of J was just an illusion, but regardless if it was her imagination or not, seeing him made her want to fight for her life. She didn't want to leave him.

Harley felt a sudden surge of energy and her head snapped up and her eyes locked onto Sam's. His face was bright red and his whole body shook with rage, barely keeping a good enough grip on the weapon. Sam’s uncontrollable temper allowed Harley a small opportunity to get away. She swiftly brought her knee up and hit him square in the groin. Sam cried out in pain and rolled off her almost immediately, clutching onto the tender spot between his legs.

Harley was still on the floor with her head hanging over the edge of the railings. She let out a deep sigh of relief when  she could still see Sam curled up on the floor hissing in pain. It was a pretty mighty whack if she did say so herself.

Harley laughed quietly, wincing when her body moved with her vibrations of her chuckle, but she was silenced when she saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes kick Sam in the face and stomach repeatedly.

"J?" She whispered, trying to scramble to her feet, but at the position she was laying in, it was impossible. The shoes turned to her and the sound footsteps grow louder and louder as they approached. Two strong arms grabbed her body, one wrapped itself round her waist while the other held the small of her back. Harley was pulled up to her feet and set carefully on the ground, there was a moment of peace before she was slammed into the wall.

The Joker grabbed her face harshly and stared into her frightened blue eyes. He scanned her body for any wounds or broken bones. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?!" He spat. His palm closed round her neck, threatening to cut off her air supply.

She clawed at his wrists and tried to kick him away, but his legs had trapped hers, holding her body completely still.

"Please let me go..." She begged, feeling the air in her lungs run out. She sucked in her last breath before a large hand connected with her cheekbone. Harley cried out and clung onto his shirt collar, the Joker released his grip when he saw red liquid running down the wall from where her head had been bashed in.

"You interfering little brat! Why can't you just do as your fucking told?!" Joker yelled.  Harshly gripping the sides of her face, he pulled her head into his chest and began inspecting the deep laceration which sat at the crown of her head. Fortunately for her, it was deep but clean.

J pulled her head back up and searched her eyes, he couldn’t believe that she’d managed to deceive him, lie to him and all just so she could sneak out and go against his orders. With more rage surfacing within him, J administered a hard slap to the right side of her face. "I think I made myself pretty fucking clear that you weren't to be involved!" He growled, watching her tears rise up over her eyelashes.

"Sor...sorr-" She attempted.

"How'd you get here? Who told you about the plan?" Joker asked, holding her jaw in a vice like grip.

"No...no one told me, the plan was on you desk. I saw it when we er-" Harley stuttered. "It’s...it’s not how it sounds J. I just wanted to help you, I wanted to make you proud.."

"Well you've done a grand job of that now haven't you? You could’ve gotten yourself killed for the second fucking time this week! If I hadn't of shown up..." Joker slammed his fist into the wall only a few inches away from her head. "I won't ask you again Harley,  how'd you get here?"

"I came in the car...the Audi... I'm sorry J, I just wanted to help you, I only wanted to help." Her apology was cut off by this hand finding her throat again squeezing the life out of her and in the process he smacked her head against the wall again, causing more blood to spill out of her cut.

"If I find one scratch - one scratch on that car, you're fucking dead, you hear me?" Although he was beyond angry he took a second and looked down at her, despite it all, he had to admire her resourcefulness.

Harley began to struggle for breath, gasping for oxygen. She fixed her fading eyes onto his furious blue orbs and saw her own reflection in his dilated pupils.

J growled, studying every inch of her face, he quickly removed his hand from her neck and pressed his mouth harshly against hers. He purred, darting his tongue between her lips and inside her mouth. Harley moaned under his assault, she grabbed his shirt collar in her hands and pulled him closer, claiming his oxygen for her own.

Joker abruptly pulled away and turned, approaching an unconscious Sam who was now lying in his own blood, sweat and tears. Harley whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, practically panting against the wall.

"Kill him." J ordered, his head turning over his shoulder to her direction.

Harley pushed herself off the wall and walked over next to him. "What did you say?" She asked softly, lacing her hand in his.

With his free right hand, Joker pulled his revolver out of his holster and handed it to her. "Kill him, make Daddy proud."

She took the gun in her hand and looked into his eyes, she knew in that moment that he wanted to witness her first kill, tonight, now.

"Okay." She breathed. Harley stared down at Sam's vulnerable pathetic body, it wasn't going to be any fun if he wasn't conscious now was it? Harley walked closer to him and kicked his body so that he was lying flat on his back. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly. His face was an absolute mess, swollen eyes and lips, bruises and cuts all over his face and his nose looked like it was hanging on purely by a piece of skin.

Harley's mind went cloudy at the sight of him. She ignored everything around her, including the Joker's presence and focused on Sam entirely. Harley straddled Sam's waist and began taunting him with the revolver, pressing the barrel into his busted up face and watching the blood roll down like an endless stream.

The Joker didn't like what he was seeing at first, the only person she should be straddling should be him, but he understood her game although it was hard for him to witness. "Harley! Stop that!" He clenched his fists together and began marching towards her, but when he saw her face he realised hat her eyes were completely foggy, full of rage and bloodthirsty desire.

The Joker stopped in his tracks and his expression changed from angry to ecstatic. He watched closely, ready to stop her if she went too far.

Harley leant down to Sam's ear and began whispering intimate details about herself and the Joker. Sam was crying in physical and mental pain. This went on for a few more minutes until the Joker got bored of her display. He walked over towards her and crouched down to her level, but Harley couldn't even tell that he was there.

Joker cupped her face in his hands and brought her gaze up to his, noticing her still possessed eyes. "Harley?" He whispered.

"J?" Harley's blue eyes returned to her face, she looked confused to see him next to her, as if it was a dream.

"Kill the fucker now." He snapped, his voice was angry but his eyes were clearly pleased to see hers.

She nodded and brought her eyes back to the bloody and whimpering body lying beneath her, she smiled and pressed the barrel of the gun in between his eyes. He was pleading for mercy, but neither Joker or Harley could make any sense of it.

"I’ll see you in Hell." Harley snapped. She pulled the trigger slowly, consuming the power that she felt when his eyes turned to glass. A sharp bang was heard followed instantly by a hot blood which sprayed onto her face as his body went limp.

Joker stood and held his hand out for Harley to grab. "C'mon, I have something to show you." Harley nodded, shocked by his lack of reaction to her first murder. She took his hand and he pulled her up, leading her towards the edge of the railings. He moved her body in front of his and pushed her against them gently.

"You did good kid, still a lil' amateur but you're a beginner, so I'll let it slide." He smiled, containing the fact that he was actually immensely proud of her.

"I killed someone. I took someone's life..." Harley said in disbelief. "Did I really kill him? It didn't feel real."

J brought a hand to her face and rubbed away the blood on her cheek with his thumb. "Yeah you did Harls. Congrats on your first kill baby, the first of many?" He withdrew his hand and ran it down her body, feeling her melt to his touch. Joker brought his lips to hers and kissed her hotly, his hands making sure that they  took in every inch of her curves.

"First of many." She whispered back against his lips. He chuckled into her skin and grabbed her waist to pull her up. With her legs now wrapped around his hips, he walked forward so that she was now sitting on top of the railing bar. Their tongues entwined with each others as Harley began tugging at his shirt.

"I like your lips this colour baby." J commented as he bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Harley moaned in pain and pleasure, rolling her head back to expose her neck. J began trailing bloodstained kisses against the hollow of her throat, enjoying the feel of her much more than he should.

Joker pulled away suddenly and Harley whimpered at the absence of his lips on her skin.

"What's wrong?" She asked, resting her hand on his cheek, but he pulled her hand away, noticing the nail marks Sam had scratched against her tattoo they had completely shredded her tattoo.

J growled in anger, he loved that tattoo and now it was gone. He pulled her wrist up to his lips and he began sucking away the dried blood and caressing the cuts with his tongue. "I need to show you something, but before I do, you’ve got to do as I say. Promise me?" He asked, looking up to her, still kissing her wrist.

"Okay, I promise." She replied, trying to blink through her arousal, but it was a struggle, his affection always made her weak.

"Close your eyes and lean backwards." He demanded.

"What? Are you crazy? I'll fall!" She shouted.

"Don't you trust me?" Joker said. He  held her waist with one arm and supported the small of her back with the other, he moved forwards and lent her body over the metal bar.

"Not when you're still angry with me." Harley answered, her legs tightened around his waist for extra support, not that it was going to make much of a difference in the long run. Harley's eyes grew wide when she noticed a flicker of evil in his eyes, she knew what was coming next. "No J, please don’t. ‘M sorry I upset you ,I won’t do it again. I swear I won’t disobey you ever again-"

He laughed at the fear in her eyes and her pleading words. She was now completely hanging over the edge, with only the Joker stopping her from falling into the luminous green mist. "Kiss me." J ordered and she obeyed instantly. Harley's fear melted away when she felt his body against hers.

The suddenly everything around her went into slow motion, as if she was stuck in time. Harley gasped when his arms released her, she suddenly felt weightless, his body had disappeared from hers, and his tongue was no longer invading her mouth. Air rushed past her ears, and once she’d realised she was falling, she began to grab at the air in front of her, reaching out for anything or anyone to catch her.

Her mind started to flash through ways of trying to get her out of her inevitable doom, but it gave up, instead it gave her a calming vision instead. The last thing she thought about before her body plunged into the thick burning acid was the Joker kissing her for the first time. She could almost feel it, taste it and touch it.

When Harley's body made contact with the chemicals, she fell unconscious. The speed of which her body was traveling at made her smack against the surface hard, and then shortly afterwards, liquid swallowed her whole.

The vat itself was erupting slightly, spilling over the edges. The Joker stood above the display. He didn't feel guilty in the slightest, she'd disobeyed him for the last time. Besides if she was going to be with him forever, she had to become him completely, and no amount of brainwashing and manipulation was going to cut it.

The chemical vat kept on spitting and sizzling, and right in the back of Joker's mind he had a little pinch of doubt about his actions. J paused for a moment and dragged his hands down his face, wondering why her body hadn’t risen out of the vat.

The Joker growled at himself and threw his fist down on the rails, then he began kicking at them, making them loose until they fell away. He walked backwards and ran his hands through his hair and  began pulling harshly, making his scalp burn.

Joker stared at the broken rail in front of him and he briskly walked towards it, throwing off his jacket at the same time, discarding it behind him. Joker picked up his pace when he realised the edge was coming up fast, then he dived into the air, falling gracefully to meet the liquid that has created him.

When his skin connected with the burning fluid he felt nothing, he was completely numb. He laughed madly at the absence of pain.

J quickly began searching the vat for his Harlequins body, dead or alive he needed to find it. He plunged under the surface and began reaching out hoping to grab onto her and  after only second of searching, he did.

Joker pulled her towards him and grabbed her waist and the back of her neck, he emerged from the depths of the thick green abyss, with Harley in his arms. The liquid lightly covered her face. Her eyes were closed and her face and hair were bleached white. The leather jacket and trousers that she was previously wearing were incinerated by the acid, and the blue top she was wearing underneath began to dissolve leaving a blue stream of colour rippling across the green pool. The same had happened with the Joker clothes, his purple shirt colouring now dancing with hers.

Joker lent over her face and pressed a brief kiss on her lips. His left hand checked for a pulse and much to his relief there was one, faint, but she was still alive.

He lifted her body up in his arms, and pulled her out of the vat.  The Joker laid her body on the cold concrete floor and watched the rise and fall of her chest. The glaze of chemicals ran off her body and now the Joker could see clearly what effect they had on her.

Her whole body was like a blank white canvas, ready for him to mark. The scars from her left collarbone and her shoulder had disappeared, and the little marks that were left from her moon tattoo had also gone completely.

“Shit.” A pang of shock echoed through his body as the Joker ran to the closest vat and caught his reflection in it. His body relaxed once he saw that his hair hadn't gone white like hers. Green was a good look on him and he didn't want to lose it.

J walked back over to Harley and scooped her up in his arms. With her head resting on his shoulder, he noticed that both their shirt colours had clung onto the ends of her hair, it looked incredible, it made her pale complexion even more prominent.

He gently walked out of the ACE Chemical plant and he walked towards his car. J unlocked it and placed Harley inside.

Leaving the passenger door open he walked round to the boot of the car and opened it, with a huge grin making an appearance on his face.

The Joker pulled out a clean pressed suit and quickly changed, it wasn't his favourite piece, the colours were all wrong but beggars can't be choosers especially if you’ve just jumped into skin burning chemicals. Besides it would fit a purpose, after all he still had to deal with Crane. J also pulled out a red blanket, he walked back over to where Harley was slumped and he placed it over her body, wrapping up her cold form. He kissed her cheek and shut the door, locking her inside he Lamborghini.

Joker flexed his arms and chuckled, he had always intended on taking Harley for a midnight skinny-dip in the chemical bath, but her stubbornness had made it all that bit easier for him, but now with that job done, all he had to do was deal with Crane.

Lost bet, lost dignity

This story will involve nappy play, bondage, public humiliation,  sex, gangbangs, bondage and abuse. Not for the faint hearted!! Its a cross of nappy’s and bondage. The story revolves around Sam (the humiliated), Tom (Sam’s bf), Ryan (the gang leader) and a variety of his friends. The first part is told from Sam’s point of view and then its told from Ryan’s point of view. There’s a poker game, Tom cant afford to play so has to offer Ryan something in exchange for staying in… and the rest as they say is history!! It takes a while to get going but i hope its worth it!

Part 6

Day 4

"Hey baby girl. How are you today? Guess where we are going today?" I was excitedly awoken by Lucy. I rubbed my eyes, rising from the land of nod. I rubbed my eyes, trying to awaken myself and make sense of the words I could hear Lucy saying to me. She continued,

"Skeggy, the seaside!! Its a lovely day out so me and Ryan thought we might treat you to a day out." I definitely heard what she said that time and how I so wish I didn't hear them words. No way did I want even more people to see me nappied. I could meekly reply,

"Cool. But.." I was interrupted by Lucy opening my crib and helping me out.

"Its cool. You will be fine, we got a surprise for you. My my you wet a lot in the night. Well its straight in the car for you Missy. We will change you when we get to Skegness. Its only an hour or so away. Plus you can go back to sleep." She told me. I staggered to my feet and was helped by her down the stairs before she made me crawl the rest of the way across the hard path out to the car.

"Stick her in the cage, I don't want her getting the car seats wet." Ryan told Lucy. Ryan had a really nice range rover, maroon with cream leather seats, DVD players in the headrests, sat nav, the works. It was amazing, and the boot space was huge as I was about to find out. Lucy opened the boot and inside was a steel cage inside of which was a blanket and baby bottle.

"Sorry baby girl but this is your bed for the next hour or so. In you get." She told me. I stood up then crawled into the cage, Lucy bolting it shut behind me. The blanket was nice and warm so I wrapped myself up in it, took out my dummy and sucked on the bottle's nipple." I then heard Ryan and Lucy get into the car and it started, speeding off quickly. I don't remember much of the journey, I think I must have fell asleep for most of it bar the last few minutes. I remember getting on all fours and looking towards the front of the car. I could see through a gap in the chairs Lucy leaning across the handbrake and sucking off Ryan. He could see me looking in his rear view mirror and seemed visibly pleased. He pulled up in a car park where we sat for a few minutes, Lucy and Ryan discussing the plans for the day. They both got out and Ryan undid the boot and then my cage.

"Hey baby. How are you today?" He asked me. I smiled up at him, he wasn't the worse person you could want waking you up.

"I'm good thank you Daddy." I happily replied, hiding my shyness about the days events. He helped me out of the cage, and I stood up on the car park floor. There I was stood there, in a soaking wet and sagging nappy in a public car park. There were loads of cars around us, I could see families with all there beach gear heading towards the beach.

   "Come on then baby, lets get you into a clean nappy then we can head to the cafe for some breakfast then to the beach." Ryan said excitedly. Whilst still standing he undid the 2 tapes on either side of my nappy then let it fall to the ground. It was soaked, hitting the ground with quite a thud. That left me standing there naked, my pussy glistening due it being wet. Ryan then took me round the side of the car and helped me climb into the back of it where he had already laid out a nappy for me. I laid myself on top of it then Ryan proceeded to wipe my pussy and bum dry with some wet wipes then powdered me and taped the nappy over me. He then pulled me back to my feet and made me put on a pink onesie which he buttoned around my backside. It was pink with the words 'daddy's little girl' printed on the front. He also had a pair of jelly bean shoes for my feet, I hadn't worn those in years but they still had the same comfort as I always remembered. He tucked the bits of my nappy that were sticking out inside the onesie but the bulk was still visible. Then I got a shock, from around the side of the car came Lucy, wearing the exact same outfit as me. She had her brown hair up in pig tails, rosy red cheeks, then a pink onesie with a nappy underneath. She was also sucking on a pink dummy, she looked very cute probably just the same as me. Ryan pinned the ribbon from a dummy onto my onesie and put the dummy in my mouth whilst Lucy also put my hair in pig tails.

"Come on then girls. Lets go down to the beach." Ryan told us grabbing our hands and walking us off away from the car. I wasn't now as nervous as I would have been if Lucy wasn't dressed like me as well. The walk from the car took us down the main road through Skegness which was full of people, families out enjoying the summer weather, couples strolling around and then us. Ryan just ambled down the road with us, peering into every shop browsing. Then he stopped outside a kiddies shop and told us,

"Right girls, here's 5 pounds each. Go and get yourselves a bucket and spade each and some sweeties for the beach. Take your dummies out. I'll wait here for you." Now I was scared, having to go into a shop where everyone would be able to tell I was wearing a nappy. I plodded forward into the shop slowly and scanned round for what I needed. At the back of the shop I could see the buckets and spades so I quickly walked forward, the shop was empty ahead of me so that put me at ease. I thought Lucy was behind me, but I couldn't hear any footsteps and without wanting to waste time I carried on. I bent over and went to pick up a bucket and spade when I heard a wolf whistle from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a bunch of chavvy lads staring at my nice. They didn't say anything, they just stared as I was still bent over showing off my padded backside. I picked up the bucket and spade, a cute barbie one and then grabbed a couple of bags of haribo sweets from the shelf and made my way to the till. The cashier was a youg girl, about 18 and she looked astounded as she saw what I was wearing.

   "Hello madam. How are you today?" She tried to engage me in conversation but I couldn't say much.

   "I'm ok thank you." I replied.

   "Heading down to the beach today? Going to build some sandcastles?" She mocked me. She rang in the prices and I handed over the cash.

   "Thank you. Have fun baby." She commented cheekily. I hurriedly walked out and met up with Ryan. Turns out he had sent Lucy into the shop next door and had conveniently brought the same buket and spade set as me. We walked towards the end of the road and onto the path that led to the beach. The beach was quite busy, so Ryan took us to a fairly quiter spot away from the main crowd down by the pier. He set up a little tent and windbreaker he had purchased from the shops on the way down. We were only 20 or so metres from the sea which lapped up the beach slowly, plus there were only a couple of people who had set up camp near us. Ryan then laid out a blanket for us to sit on and we both plonked ourselves down. The sun was shining down brightly, it was a warm day so Ryan gave us a baby bottle full of juice each.

 "Girls, I want both of you to build me a nice big sandcastle each. Whoevers is the best will get a big ice cream, whoever loses gets the enema. Ok? Shout me when you're done." Ryan told us. We both got to work building our sandcastles. Me on one side of the tent, Lucy on the other. I had to make a few waddles down to the sea to get some water to pefect my castles. I could see the few people round me watching me and commenting on how I looked like a baby and I was wearing a nappy. I started my castle by building a big square flat plateau then four turrets on either side then one big castle in the middle. I carefully carved little windows and bits of detail into the turrets using a little cocktail stick I had found. It looked amazing, but Lucy was trying to sabotage it. Ryan was sat infront of us in his deckchair reading the newspaper when Lucy started throwing sand over at me. I ignored it the first few times but then I got annoyed and shouted over to her "Stop it, Lucy" so Ryan could hear me. HE did, but it didn't have the desired effect. He stood up and faced us, asking us,

"Whats the matter?"

"Lucy keeps throwing sand at me daddy." I replied.

"No I don't, shes telling tales daddy." Lucy shouted out.

"Both of you pack it in now otherwise you will both be getting spanked. Put your dummys in and shut up now." He shouted at us, drawing the attention of a young couple sitting adjacent to us who began laughing at our predicament. I put my dummy and turned back to my castle. One of the turrets had collapsed thanks to Lucy chucking sand at it which pissed me off. I carefully resculpted the turret and was very pleased with what i had made. Then disaster struck again, Lucy threw a bucket of water across at me, covering me in water and shocking me so much I knocked a turret over. I got pissed off, stodd up and walked across the blanket to Lucys little castle and trod on it. I thought I could get back to mine without Ryan noticing but as I turned around he was already standing up. I was stuck in no man's land when Lucy began crying out,

"She stood on my castle Daddy." Lucy looked at Ryan, starting to cry, playing the bullied child perfectly. I froze and couldn't say a word. I didn't need to, Ryan walked towards me and dragged me by hair over to his deckchair. In full view of the neighbours he pulled my nappy down, grabbed a plastic spade and started spanking me with it. He hammered my backside, the plastic spade digging into my already sore backside causing me serious pain. He shouted at me,

   "You naughty little girl. When will you learn? Go and apologise to Lucy, NOW." He must have spanked me at least 30 times and my backside was stinging. He didn't bother pulling my nappy back up as he threw me off his knee. I crawled across the blanket over to Lucy and got on my knees. I looked down at the floor, took my dummy out and mustered up an apology,

"I'm..I'm sorry Lucy." She slapped me hard across the face which drew laughter from Ryan, he loved the bitchiness between us. I started crying again, but nobody took an interest in me, all I got from Ryan was,

"If you are going to cry and act like a baby, then get in that tent. I don't want to see you until you have stopped crying and are ready to apologise properly." I hadn't been scolded like that for a long time, not since my parents back in my school days. Ryan stood behind me, pulled up my nappy and beckoned me into the tent. Once I was inside he zipped it shut and heard him saying to Lucy that they were off to get ice creams. I laid back on the floor, suckled on my dummy and cried more. My backside was stinging with pain from the spankings and rash. I sniffled and wiped away the tears and sat in the tent, my nappy was soaking wet from pee as well. I heard Ryan and Lucy come back about 10 mins later and I shouted out to Ryan that I was ready to apologise. He unzipped the tent, and pulled me out pushing me down to my knees in front of Lucy.

"I'm sorry for ruining your sandcastle Lucy." I muffled out from behing the dummy.

"Take your dummy out and speak properly." Ryan ordered me. I took my dummy out and spoke up,

"I'm sorry for ruining your sandcastle Lucy." I repeated myself.

"Good girl. Right, Lucy gets to do something to punish you seeing as you upset her. Whats it to be Lucy?" Ryan replied, looking at Lucy.

"I'll save it for later daddy when we go on the fair." Lucy winked at me, I knew she had something humiliating for me.

"Ok. Well lets get you 2 girls into your swimsuits then you can both swim in the sea for a bit. Ok?" Ryan asked us. We both nodded our heads and crawled into the tents. We laid side by side, like a pair of giggling babies and smiled at each other. Lucy was such a 'Jekyll and Hyde' character. Sometimes she was so nice to me then other times she would purely humiliate me and abuse me. She was like the sister I never had. Anyway, Ryan proceeded to carry on changing both of us. I looked down towards Lucy nappy and she was soaking wet, although in comparison to mine which was on the verge of leaking it was nothing. He put Lucy into a little baby nappy, like the ones I first wore when they nappied me with the cute little pictures of Elmo on the front. He then handed her a black bathing suit which she began to put on. Meanwhile Ryan changed my sagging nappy, replacing it with another thick one, it said tena slip maxi on the front. Then he handed me a two-piece black bikini set, the bottoms of which were very skimpy.

"Put the top on, I'll do the bottoms for you." Ryan told me. I took my t-shirt off, then covered my boobs with the top and tied it behind my back. The bottoms were tie ons so Ryan slipped them underneath me and over my nappy then tied either of the sides. I looked down at myself and the bottoms didn't even begin to cover the nappy. Ryan unzipped the tent, and Lucy crawled out followed by me. I stood up, concealing myself behind the windbreaker whilst fiddling with my bottoms to cover my nappy but it was never going to happen. Bits of nappy were stucking out of the waist all the way round my body and out of the leg cuffs. I gave up and quickly ran down towards the sea hoping to get in before anybody saw me even more. But I was stopped by Ryan shouting at me,

"Get back here baby now. You aren't ready for the sea yet." I quickly stopped in my tracks and made my way back to Ryan and Lucy at the tent.

"Do you want another spanking? Do't you dare go running off like that without me. You understand?" I nodded my head at Ryans request, like a child who had just been scolded. He sat me down on the blanket next to Lucy and rummaged in the bag. He then pulled out a pair of armbands and a rubber ring and began blowing them up. The armbands were bright orange, the rubber ring was yellow, in the shape of a duck. Once he'd finished blowing them up he handed them over to me.

"These are for you. Put them on then you can go down to the beach." Ryan told me. I pulled the armbands over my arms then tried to stand in the inflatable. But it was no use, the leg holes were to slim for my legs and as I pulled it up my legs it got stuck just above my knees. Ryan saws me struggling to pull it up and came over to help me. He stood behind me and pulled the inflatable up as hard as he could, practically lifting me off my feet and into the air as he struggled to pull it up. He managed to just about get it all the way up and over my thighs and padded backside. He then grabbed me by the hand and Lucy by the hands and we strolled down to the sea. I tentatively dipped my foot in and it was cold. I didn't really get much time to acclimatise as Lucy shoved me in the back, sending me flying forwards and face first into the cold water. The shock sent me into more tears and I turned around to complain to Ryan who was busy taking pictures of us with his camera. Ryan insisted on pushing me round in circles in my float making me feel slightly queasy whilst Lucy stood there laughing and taking pictures. There were families and kids nearby some of whom were in floats just like me, I think they thought we were just students messing about but how wrong were they. We stayed in the water for about half an hour, Lucy and Ryan playing ball games leaving me just floating about in my float and armbands. By this time as well my nappy had swelled up like a beach ball absorbing as much sea water as was possible. Ryan told us to get out of the sea and back to the tent so I headed back, waddling like a baby with my armbands and float stuck round my waist. I could feel the nappy sagging right down, this was going to be messy. We got back to the tent and Ryan attempted to pull the float from my waist but it was wedged on so Ryan had to use all his might and strength to rip it off, scraping my legs leaving them the same redness as my backside. I laid down inside the tent alongside Lucy, both of us fully naked now and Ryan prepared our nappys and outfits for the rest of the day.