Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

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LEGGO!

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“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?! 

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing. 

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled. 

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled. 

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi. 

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you.  His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care. 

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss. 

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit. 

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers. 

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“  Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving. 

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways. 

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you. 

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered. 

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

Madripoor Musings

Summary: You’re undercover as Zemo’s Sugar Baby while you’re with the team in Madripoor. You seem to like the position a little too much and Sam gets jealous.

Parings: Sam Wilson x Black Female Reader, slight Zemo x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,685

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warnings: FATWS Spoilers, Smut, Oral (f receiving), Light Choking, Angst, Semi-Public Smut,  Daddy Kink, and Slight Emotional Manipulation

A/N: Ran into another writer’s block so I’m using prompts from this list to get myself out of it. Enjoy!

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“So, are we good to go, everyone?”

The four of you were jet-setting in Zemo’s private plane to Madripoor to get info on this new version of super solider serums. Zemo came up with the idea of having Sam go undercover as the West African weapons dealer/smuggler, Smiling Tiger. Bucky returned to his ‘Winter Soldier’ mode and you were to become ‘Miss Erina’, Zemo’s new arm candy/Sugar Baby.

Your backstory was simple: you’ve been with Zemo since before he went to prison living in his many estates and luxurious apartments.

It took some time for everyone to get into character. Sam tried and failed to pull off a Nigerian accent while Bucky kept up his hard glare and glower routine. You and Zemo put on the perfect couple facade with the both of you placing semi-sensual touches on each other’s bodies and showering each other with (sometimes lewd) compliments.

“Oh, thank you for the necklace, Daddy!” you gushed loving the way Sam was fuming. Bucky almost broke his character trying not to snicker.

“Nothing’s too much for you, котёнок/kotyonok (kitten).” Zemo mused as he offered you a coy smirk and leaned in for a kiss.

You giggled as he placed kisses along your jawline, neck, and collarbone.

“We’ll continue this later, киса,” Zemo whispered while winking at Sam.

 ––––

 Madripoor was amazing, to say the least. It was a cyberpunk wet dream with bright lights at various angles and two distinct levels giving off a Black Lagoon/Blade Runner/Ghost in Shell vibe.

It felt like your kind of town.

It’s been like this since the Snap. Your older sister died in a car crash right after Thanos’ victory. Your father and uncle were blipped into the ocean dying instantly. Nowadays, your mother could barely talk to you without crying.

Natasha was dead and Steve fucked off to the 1940s to crush English pussy. Sharon got branded an enemy of the US Government and was forced to run. Some dumbass cracker (you will NEVER acknowledge his name) was given Sam’s rightful shield and mantle of Captain America by the craven, racist US government and had the NERVE to tell you to stay out of his way.

To top it all off, you found out that the US military tortured a man for 30 YEARS in order to ‘make the perfect soldier’.

You were finally in a place that matched how you felt.

“We’re heading into Low Town. Be on your guard, everyone.” Zemo warned as he lifted your chin and kissed you again. He insisted on walking towards your escort.

“Why do I have to wear this again? I look like a pimp!” Sam whined while looking sexy AF in his Ankara (I’m saying it’s Ankara) suit.

“Don’t mind him, Daddy. Sam has no sense of style.” You joked snuggling closer to Zemo.

“We’re not at the club yet.” Sam pointed out, vexed at the way you were clinging onto Zemo.

“We cannot let our guard down, Wilson. Selby has eyes everywhere.”

Sam relented and tried not to look your way. It was tempting due to you wearing an amazing Burgundy Fashion Nova Sugar Free Mini Dress with Black Bow Whoa Pumps. Your curves were out, but not in a shameless manner.

You had class, yet you were a tease.

 ––––

 The ride to Selby’s was nothing short of thrilling.

You were right about the overall aesthetic. Madripoor definitely has the ‘dystopian punk’ feel on lock.

“You look radiant, котёнок.” Zemo cooed as you kissed his neck liking how smiled at Sam and inwardly cackled at Sam’s glower.

 –––––

 Several men and some women moved to make a pass at you on the way to the club. A few audacious men learned that you were Zemo’s the hard way, Bucky made sure of it.

You had to mask your displeasure at how many people were shooting appreciative glances at Sam.

You just hoped this escapade would end soon.

 ––––––

 Zemo advised everyone to aim straight for the bar wrapping his arm around your waist as he strode into the club. Sam and Bucky followed suit slipping into their Apex and Winter modes respectively.

The bartender licked his lips as he looked you over, “Thought Selby told ya you ain’t welcomed here, Zemo.”

Zemo raised an eyebrow, “I know, but this is important,” he eyed several bouncers making their way towards your group. Their moves did not faze the baron. He simply turned to Bucky and whispered in his ear.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to let loose. You could’ve sworn a couple of people were ready to shit themselves.

 –––––

 Selby was...interesting. She/They gave off a pretentious ‘I’m always ten steps ahead’ aura with a bit of fake whimsy. She/They wanted to give you to one of her best clients and keep Bucky for herself/themselves (probably for sexual reasons, didn’t want to pry).

The conversation was going well...until Sam’s phone went off.

Insert facepalm.

You’ve told him time and time again to put his phone on silent and get rid of vibrate. Now he was gonna get y’all killed, but you said,” Fuck it!” and shot her/them and the #2.

The group had to book it and you cursed yourself for wearing non-running heels.

 _____

 Your asses were saved by a guardian sniper, Sharon. You were glad to see her again missing your bi-weekly movie nights and sporadic weekend brunches.

“It’s good to see you, Sharon.” You greeted as you hugged Sharon at the entrance of her High Town pad.

“It’s great to see you, too, even after you’ve destroyed my work.” Sharon lowered her voice while pressing her lips together in frustration and then lust at the sight of Sam’s deliciously thicc upper body.

You couldn’t blame her as you wanted to run your hands and tongue along his planes of muscle.

You listened in on the group’s conversation as you changed clothes seeing Sam’s distress at Sharon and Zemo’s words. They did have a point about how being a hero does ring hollow, but it still hurt to see Sam’s sadness and hurt.

 ––––––

 You found Zemo, bless his heart, dancing like a lost dad on the dance floor and started grinding against him while shooting Sam a sexy pout accentuating your sensually full lips.

Sam, for his part, was trying to look interested talking to a waitress with killer legs. He almost lost it when he put his arms around your waist.

“Let’s see if we can get a reaction out of him,” you whispered wrapping your arms around his neck. He knew that Sam hasn’t been giving it lately.

 ––––––

 Your little stunt lasted for about ten minutes before Sam stomped over grabbing your arm and dragging you into one of Sharon’s ‘private rooms’ after another man got too close to what was his.

“Why did you drag me away like that?!” you shouted secretly turned on by the raging fire in his eyes.

“So you like calling your men ‘Daddy’?” Sam demanded as he backed you into the wall.

“I’m your ‘daddy’ now, vixen.” Sam breathed while lightly dragging his finger up your thighs only to find no panties.

“No panties, huh?” he smirked as he twirled his forefinger around your clit causing you to moan.

“Fuck, I love hearing you moan. Say my name, vixen. Don’t care if Sharon finds out.” Sam murmured against your lips. He effortlessly lifted you in such a way to make you wonder if he got some SS serum. It didn’t hurt that you got to see his muscles bulge underneath his turtleneck as he landed your blessed backside onto one of the tables.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” Sam ordered as he forced open your legs and made his way your slit leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites in his wake. “You're already soaking for me, baby.” he mused as he gave your slit a long lick.

You could barely keep yourself from moaning.

“Who's your daddy, baby?”

“You are!”

“I’m your ONLY daddy!” Sam shouted and dove in.

You were drowning in ecstasy.

Sam was hitting all the right notes with your pussy. He was always a G at eating you out. Sam swatted your hand away from your mouth, “I want everyone to know who your real daddy is,!”

He kept you on edge for nine excruciating minutes before he finally let you orgasm.

“No time for rest, vixen.” Sam chided as he flipped you on the table ass up with your dress bunched up around your chest,” Are you a good little vixen?” Sam breathed in your ear as he placed kisses along your ear, neck, and collarbone.

“Yes, daddy.”

“You’re damn right I am!” He sheaved himself into you in one swift motion. You moaned in delight at the sensation. He didn’t move no matter how much you begged him, “Tell the world who your daddy is,” he instructed as he slapped your plump ass.

You screamed out his name and Sam started thrusting. He gently wrapped his hand around your neck while demanding you to shout his name. Sam pounded into you at a relentless pace constantly hitting your ‘Cum Dizzy Sector’ turning you into a delightfully orgasmic mess.

Sam was reaching his limit so he played with your clit to make you finish first. You came with what felt like an earth-shattering orgasm with Sam coming with a primal roar not too long afterward.

Both of you were so wrapped up in orgasmic bliss that you didn’t notice Sharon, Zemo, Bucky, and a few other partygoers at the door.

“So, how did go?” Sharon teased as you tried to cover yourself up.

“How much did you see?”

“Hmm,” Sharon hummed while tapping her chin, “Enough for me to close a $19.8M art deal.”

“We’re getting a 10% cut.” Sam barked annoyed with the rest of the group reigning in on his smash time.

“Fine. Get dressed, I got a lead.” Sharon announced while smirking all the way to her quarters.

You smirked at Zemo as you made your way to the exit.

Worth it.

School Days (part 4)

Warning - smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone

You'd lay with Cillian for hours that Saturday, exploring each others body, finding out what turned you on and drawing more breathy moans and orgasms out of each other.

"Hey, y/n? How did it go?" Your sister, Liane, walked into your room the following day. Your parents were out shopping so you had the house to yourselves for an hour at least.

"We had fun and fooled around a little... Didn't go all the way though." You hung your head, still feeling a little embarrassed.

"Hey, it's fine! You need to be completely ready, it's a massive step!" She sat next to you on your bed and gave you a hug. There was only 4 minutes between you and your twin, but experience wise it could have been 4 years. She'd been in a relationship with Liam for a year now, and had lost her virginity to him a few months earlier.

"I am ready, that's the thing, I really want to, but how do I stop myself overthinking it and getting scared?"

"You need to relax. It won't happen while you're all tense. Want me to get Liam to talk to him?"

"God no! Don't embarrass him! Last thing he needs is sex advice from his best friend!"

"Christ y/n, you think they're not talking about it just like we are?!"

"Really??" You gasped, horrified at the thought of the whole school knowing what was happening.

"Cill won't have gone into detail, he's not like that, but trust me - lads talk about sex. And women. Nothing to worry about y/n, it's no different to you and I talking about it?"

"Bet his friends think I'm frigid..."

"His friends don't know - Liam would have told me if he was talking about you specifically, and he hasn't.

"Can I ask you a question Li?"

"Course you can!"

"How much does it hurt?"

"It stings a bit. But if he's good, it won't hurt for long. Few seconds and it's over. Then it just feels really good. You need to be really relaxed, and you'll be fine. I promise."

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You caught up with Cillian that Tuesday after school, walking home together hand in hand as you always did.

"You okay?" He asked, noticing how quiet you were.

"Yeah. Listen, answer me honestly?"

"Always."

"Do you talk to your friends about us? About what we've done?" He stopped walking and turned you to face him.

"Never. I talk about you, but I'd never talk about that. I have spoken to one person about it though."

"Who?"

"Damien, my cousin who's house we were in? We've always been close. He's been, erm.. helpful, shall we say?" You raised your eyebrows and laughed.

"Yeah I've been talking to Liane."

"So Liam was telling the truth then? I didn't believe him when he told me!"

"Will you tell your friends when we do it?"

"Y/n, I'll never tell them anything about our private life - I'm a closed book. Truth be told? They don't even know I'm a virgin. They've asked, obviously, I've just told them to mind their own."

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"Seeing you? Damien's back on Friday though?" He took your hand and you walked again.

"Oh..."

"Let me talk to him."

"You can't kick him out of his own house the weekend he gets back Cillian!"

"No, but I'm sure he's gonna need to pop out at some point? I'll talk to him, it'll be grand trust me. Unless you'd rather play dress up and tea parties with Orla and Silé of course...?"

"Let me know what Damien says."

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You found yourself at Damien's door again, your stomach in knots but you weren't going to let it stop you this time.

Cillian opened the door ans instantly pressed his lips to yours as you walked inside. You fell into him, his kiss melting away every single one of those knots.

"Wanna show you something..." Cillian whispered between kisses, leading you into the back room. You walked in and gasped. The light was off, but the room was lit by small candles in the window, on the bedside table and on the desk. Roses in a vase on the window ledge, it looked beautiful.

He took you over to the bed and sat you down, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"If you're not ready, you need to tell me now, because all I've been able to think about for the last 2 weeks is being with you.." you answered by kissing him again, pulling him up and laying on the bed with him on top of you, your bodies grinding together raising small gasps and moans from you both.

"I want you Cill.. all of you.."

"You've always had all of me.." he pulled you up into a sitting position, your legs over his lap, curled round his waist. You could feel how hard he was underneath you, and you ground your hips down, desperate for the friction against your throbbing clit.

"Fuck... Don't do that, it'll end here if you do.." you ignored him, continuing to roll your hips against him before he groaned primally in your ear, pushing you back. He lifted your t-shirt over your head, you removed his straight after. He smiled seeing you hadn't got a bra on underneath, and his lips found your breasts in seconds, rolling one nipple under his tongue while his hand gently squeezed the other. You were panting now, your core was throbbing, desperate for attention. You bucked your hips up to brush against him, making him chuckle.

"I'll get there.. don't worry.." his mouth moved lower, over your abdomen as he started to pull your jeans down. Lifting your hips, he pulled them off, discarding them, along with your underwear on the floor.

"Open them for me, let me see you..." He tapped your thighs, and you let your knees fall, your wet folds now fully on display for him. He groaned hungrily at the sight, before his lips pressed light kisses across your thighs.

"Please Cill...." You needed him, and now...

"You want my fingers, or my mouth?" He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, you swore you could lose yourself in those eyes..

"I honestly don't care as long as you make me come.. please..."

He smirked, and ran his tongue slowly over your slit, pressing hard against your clit, before moving his mouth away and pushing a finger gently inside you. He wanted to tease you, but his need was as great as yours. His tongue found your clit again, rolling against it, the pressure building along with your orgasm as he pushed a second finger inside, spreading you in preparation.

"Yes!!! Oh god... There... Don't stop..." Your back was arching off the bed, fingers gripping his floppy hair, your hips rocking against his mouth. All your inhibitions disappearing out the window as you came hard, your juices flowing into his mouth and onto his chin. You had to push him away after a minute, the sensations too much.

"You taste so good..." He was back on top of you in seconds, grinding his erection against you making you shudder.

"You sure you want this?" He whispered in your ear. All you could do was nod, and he lifted himself off you, walking over to his bag in the corner and pulling out a box of condoms. You sat up as he stood in front of you, pulling his jeans and boxer shorts down, his hard cock springing in front of you. You took him into your mouth, gently sucking the tip before sinking down as far as you could go. His fingers in your hair as he groaned above you.

After a few minutes he lifted you off, and ripped one of the packets open. Sliding the condom over himself, he moved again so he was laying between your legs, lining himself up against your opening.

"I love you.. I love you so much y/n..." He was whispering in your ear as he pushed inside. "So tight... Fuck this feels good... Relax for me..." He planted small kisses on the side of your neck, along your jawline, taking deep breaths so as not to finish too soon.

You felt fuller than you'd ever felt, stretched out with him inside you. Both of you felt the resistance, and he paused, allowing you to adjust and relax. He lifted off you slightly and brought your hand down to rub yourself.

He pulled back a little, watching you rub your clit and your eyes flutter closed at the sensations. Once he felt your walls relax around him, he thrust inside, past the barrier and stilled. Almost fully sheathed, you gasped at the sudden sharpness, but breathed with him, his forehead resting against yours, eyes locked together. You nodded, and he moved in and out slowly, getting deeper with each thrust as your legs wrapped round his waist. Any pain you'd felt was gone, all that was left was pure pleasure now.

His body moved against yours a little quicker now, your fingers still circling your clit as his thrusts came harder.

"Cillian... Yes... Oh god baby..." Your other hand moved to his hair, tugging it as you felt another orgasm start to build. Your fingers moved faster and harder.

"You feel so good... Rub that clit for me, need to feel you come over my cock... Let it go, I've got you..."

You came harder than you ever had before - back arched as you cried his name. He pounded into you now, hard, steady thrusts before his body stilled, you felt his cock twitch and contract, releasing ropes of cum into the condom.

"Fuck y/n... Baby... Oh fuck yes..." He was panting and groaning as he rode out his orgasm, forehead still resting against yours.

Once you'd both calmed, he pulled out slowly, pulling the condom off, squeezing it to check it was secure and tying the end, before laying next to you, pulling you close to him.

"You okay?" He asked, kissing the top of your head as it rested in the crook of his shoulder, your legs entwined with his.

"That was amazing... So, so good.."

"I meant are you okay? You're not sore or anything?"

"A little, but I'm fine."

"Next time will be easier, I'm told.." you nodded, before Cillian wrapped the duvet over you both, and you drifted off to sleep, arms round each other.

idk if you’re still taking prompts but 7 angst for percabeth after BoTL but before tlo, thank you so much!!

idk what this is, but hopefully, it’s not too horrible bc I can’t bring myself to read it again lol.

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

tw: blood

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Plans don’t always go well. Annabeth should know; she’s a daughter of Athena. But one holds on to hope like it’s the last thing they have, even when accidents happen.

It was a frequent thing nowadays, for demigods to leave on missions as a desperate attempt to thwart off the titan forces. Annabeth understood the risks.

Percy did too, but he’d insisted that it was fine, that he needed to go.

He’d left with some Hephaestus and Hermes kids, intending to raid one of Kronos’ troops that had camped close to New York.

They hadn’t counted on the empousai, though. And because of this, most of the boys—including Percy—had nearly died.

But what else was new?

The thing was that...he didn't have to go. But he and Beckendorf had grown closer over the past year, so nothing could stop him from tagging along with the son of Hephaestus and the rest of the group. Maybe because he also felt bad that he’d missed out on most of the missions; he’d been absent for so long, lost in the streets of New York City.

Whatever the stupid reason was, he’d refused to listen to Annabeth, disappearing into the horizon with Blackjack and the rest of the pegasi.

He’ll survive, she’d told herself. If he really was the child of the prophecy, then…

This mission wouldn’t be the last thing he did. Or his last day on Earth. That title would likely belong to his birthday.

Gods, he’s going to die anyway.

But for now, he wouldn’t, at least not according to what she’d heard.

Thanatos would bide his time, hooded and standing at the doors between life and death, not yet ready to welcome Percy with his chilled breath.

Soon, but not today.

Still, it wasn’t like she’d been worried sick and then nearly threw up her lunch once the crew had arrived, a few yards away from the infirmary, bloodstained and battle-torn.

By all the extra load on the pegasi that she could make out from the distance, she supposed that at least they’d been successful.

Percy, however, was leaking blood down his neck, furtively trying to clamp it down with a bandana.

Soon, but not today.

He leaned against Beckendorf, his eyes baring clouds, fogged and lost. The son of Hephaestus helped him off of Blackjack, but still, he would’ve crumpled to the ground had it not been for Annabeth running to him like a madwoman. The grass crunched behind her; the others were right on her heels.

“What happened?” she cried, grabbing hold of Percy’s shoulders as his head slumped against her chest. She staggered back from his sudden weight, then righted herself.

“Hey, ‘Beth,” Percy said weakly, the words jumbling together against his lips and her shirt.

She looked at Beckendorf helplessly.

“Empousai,” he gasped, then made a hissing sound, pressing a hand to his back. It came back crimson red.

“You’re hurt!” she said as if it weren’t obvious.

Other demigods, Apollo kids mostly, rushed past her with medical supplies. But Will stopped next to them, breathing hard. He handed out ambrosia to Beckendorf and Annabeth’s waiting hands.

His eyes blazed, focused on something past her head. He waved frantically at someone, signaling them to come, and quickly. She whirled around and caught sight of Chiron trotting toward them.

“I’ll be back,” he breathed, giving them a nod as though they’d argued with him against it. He retreated a few steps, legs reacting to sudden howls of pain that echoed further back. “Just, just wait here. I’ll just…”

He dashed away, lost in the mass of pegasi and bodies that moved in all directions, shouting. In the chaos, Will was their only help at organizing it all—but she’d still tasted bile in her throat, not quite used to the way he ignored Percy and his mortal wound to the neck.

In a swift, mastered movement, Annabeth had made him chew on the Ambrosia. She’d been about to say something else—some words of encouragement—when a blur of curly brown hair nearly tripped her and Percy over. She readjusted him in her arms; Percy mumbled something incomprehensible, making her heart tighten.

“Charlie!” Silena called, flinging herself into Beckendorf’s arms.

He grunted in response but smiled through his obvious pain.

“Hey, baby,” he said.

She kissed him, but only for a second because Beckendorf had already pulled away faster than her sudden arrival.

Silena scrunched up her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

His concerned gaze leached into Percy, whom Annabeth could barely hold now.

Has he always been this heavy?

She followed her boyfriend’s line of vision and saw her friend standing in front of her for the first time. Her face morphed into shock, eyes widening. In a flash, Silena was there, hauling one of Percy’s arms over her shoulder. He was no longer conscious.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, the words tumbling into the pool that was now Annabeth’s fevered heart. “I didn’t...”

Annabeth could only shake her head. She had to get Percy some actual help. She pressed the cloth harder into his neck. It had to be the fucking neck.

“Will!” she shouted, voice hoarse. “Chiron!”

Panting, Beckendorf closed the distance, limping over to Annabeth. “I’m going to help the others. We weren’t so lucky on our mission, and...” He glanced somewhere past them. “Chiron’s coming our way. We have to—”

Silena inhaled sharply. “You’re bleeding, too? Why didn’t—”

“No time, ‘Lena.”

In an instant, Chiron was there, extending his arms out.

“Give him to me.” His voice was firm and urgent.

After all, the neck was a highly vulnerable place. A slit to the throat could end someone’s life in a matter of seconds. Percy was a demigod, and likely the cut hadn’t been too deep, or else he’d be dead by now. But still, she didn't know how much longer he could hold up.

Already she’d felt the tell-tale warmth of blood trickling into her skin, already she’d envisioned the life draining out of him. The sand of an hourglass raining, spilling down to the bottom.

;

They’d told her that he’d lost too much blood, that the claw wound had just barely hit an artery. But above all else, he was lucky. He’d survive.

She’d been there, hands washed clean from the rusted blood, sitting on his bedside in the infirmary and watching him sleep while her mind was wide awake. Will came and went, wrapping bandages and giving him fresh doses of ambrosia; Chiron did, too—as if none of this was his fault and he could pretend to care for injured demigods.

But she stayed. Stayed and watched.

Annabeth had forgotten how long she’d been there, staring at the blank walls, eyes unfocused. Will had poked his head inside for the final time and insisted for her to get some sleep; it was late. She’d shaken her head and refused.

Her eyes closed for a second, though it must’ve been longer than that, because, when she opened them again, golden light had already streamed through the window. It cast delicate shadows across the room. In her daze, she hadn’t realized that someone was calling her name, light as a butterfly.

Percy.

“Annabeth,” he repeated.

She blinked the sleep away to find a pair of green eyes watching her.

Though his hair was twisted and knotted, and his complexion was a worrying shade lighter, Annabeth thought that she’d never seen a more inviting sight.

“You asshole!” she gasped, lunging forwards with desperate fingers, hugging Percy tighter than she’d ever had in her life.

After a while, his head dropped back to the pillow to get a better look at her.

“Hey.” He grinned lazily.

There was a sweet wonder to his face—like he couldn’t believe she was here, waiting for him to wake up.

But her mind flashed to when his heartbeat had weakened, when scarlet red covered her shaking hands and she’d seen him slump into Chiron as their teacher dropped him here, in the infirmary.

“D’you have any idea how fucking worried I was?”

His brows knit in confusion. “What do you…” A hand flew to his neck, to his bandages. “Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” Her voice felt like rough sandpaper. “That.”

Percy winced. “Okay, okay. I can explain; that demon came out of nowhere, right? And I slashed and shit, but she still got me, and—”

“You could’ve died, Percy. You get that?”

“I know, I know! But I didn’t!”

She took a rattling breath and looked away. She suddenly felt faint; her lungs didn’t seem to gather enough oxygen. Everything was too overwhelming, too big and small all at the same time.

She was dimly aware of Percy saying something. Then, she felt the warmth of her hand in his. It helped bring her back, but barely.

“Hey. Hey, look at me, Annabeth. Look at me.” Reluctantly, she did as he said. “Breathe with me. C'mon—in two three four, out two three four...”

Annabeth didn’t know how long they stayed that way, anchored to the surety of Percy’s grip on her hand and breathing along to his rhythm, until she’d found a way back to her bearings.

“You’re okay. I’m okay,” he said, repeatedly.

She nodded.

“Talk to me.”

Here he was, the boy who had nearly died, consoling the girl who’d watched the whole thing.

She nodded again, and this time, she closed her eyes, taking in some of this new peace of mind Percy had offered.

He was safe, and they were alright.

Finally, she exhaled.

“How’re you feeling?” She bit her lip, remembering something, and then muttered, “Sorry. Didn’t really ask you that first.”

“S’okay.” Now that she noticed him, truly noticed him, she could tell how tired he was. “I’m fine. Just feel like mush.”

“Your neck doesn’t hurt? Will gave you some morphine.”

“Yeah, no. Everything’s kinda numb, I guess. Doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“You lost a lot of blood.”

“Hmm. Probably why I feel like mush.”

She felt a lump forming in her throat. Not for the first time that day.

“It wasn’t—Gods, Perce,” she murmured, not meeting his eyes.  “If you’d only seen it…”

“I know. I should’ve listened to you.”

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

Annabeth didn’t realize that she was crying until Percy softly flicked his thumb across her cheek. He reluctantly moved it down to her lips, swiping at the tears that had already pooled there.

It wasn’t really something she planned to do, and in any other case would’ve embarrassed her, but she found herself resting her forehead against his. Maybe to steady herself. Maybe to feel his presence more, a spare hand combing through his locks.

She wasn’t so sure.

But still, she let herself close her eyes, enjoying this moment of quiet. Percy did too, sighing softly, rubbing her back idly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, when they separated. “M’here.”

Her breath caught in her throat, just by how tender his touch had been, taking care of her when he was the injured one. How close they were at that moment. How her tears tasted like that time she’d kissed him, all salt and sweat and fervor.

Now, she was able to see the little flecks of blue in his irises, drink in all of his details like she was dying of thirst. They were so close that she was able to feel exactly when his breath hitched like hers had done just milliseconds before, how it smelled like medicine and chocolate cookies all in one.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, not taking his gaze from her. “I didn’t listen to you.”

At least he acknowledged it. Again.

“No. You didn’t.”

His thumb still lingered on her face, a ray of sunlight that she greedily took only for herself, leaning into him. It ghosted around her skin, that trailing touch of his. And despite its warmth, it sent shivers down her spine.

His eyes never left hers. Roving, feeling down to her very soul.

He’d always been the one to break her walls, destroy the dam she’d carefully built for as long as she could remember. Poseidon wasn’t his father for nothing.

And as he grasped a stray curl that fell across her left eye, tucking it ever so gently behind her ear, she felt that water roaring all over her mind. The flood happened too fast, consuming every last restraint and denial that crossed its path.

Annabeth didn’t catch it until she risked a glance to his lips.

Gods, he’s so close. Too close.

In the blink of an eye, she was leaning in, intoxicated by everything about him. Percy caught the back of her jaw with his hand, guiding her closer.

Their breaths mingled together.

Her lips parted. Closer…

“Hey, how’s—oh shit, sorry!”

She repelled from him, electrified, and whipped her head to the screeching of the curtain rod.

Cheeks flushed, Will yanked at the curtains, closing them once again.

“Wait!” Annabeth glanced at Percy, whose eyes were wide. “Will, this isn’t—”

The latter hollered from the other side, “I can come later! To, um, change bandages! Be good!”

So close.

She wanted to slap herself.

No.

This wasn’t right. For a second, she’d forgotten what was at stake. Let herself be swept away.

Have you ever considered that he’s going to die?

He’ll leave you just like everyone else.

This was dangerous, letting herself taste what wasn’t meant to be.

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasped, standing up, an unknown force pushing her back.

Percy blinked, slower than usual. Probably from all the ambrosia and nectar and mortal medicine.

“Annabeth—”

He reached for her, but she was already backing away into the wall, stumbling over her wooden chair.

“No, I shouldn’t have…” She felt herself blush. “I don’t know, I...I should go.”

She scrambled towards the curtains, ignoring Percy’s expression awashed in hurt and shock.

Brushing past his bedside, he grabbed her arm.

“Please,” he begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Please stay.”

Blinking away her tears, Annabeth forced herself to look at him.

If I stay, you’ll leave me first.

But she didn’t say that, only shook her head and watched as those beautiful eyes of his creased around the corners with anguish. A part of her died a little at witnessing this. His was a heart worn on a sleeve that would soon fade away. She pulled her arm away, burned from his grip.

“‘Beth—”

“I’m sorry.” She swallowed, already tugging the curtain aside. “I’ll call Will.”

And she left him there in his injury, allowing it to be.

He didn’t deserve this, she knew. Not when she could enjoy the last moments with him, admitting what was in the open air between them. But they’d be one step into their ruined fate if that ever happened. If she didn’t stop.

Because she was like Tantalus, that lone fruit forever out of her reach.

He didn’t deserve this, but she didn’t deserve to have him, either.

Tanya {Edward Cullen x Tanya}

I’ve teamed up with the love of my life @little-diable​ to bring you the smut you never dreamed Edward Cullen capable of. A co-written three-part series, born from this short story, detailing the love affairs of Edward before Bella, because there are no 104-year-old virgins in this house.

Summary: Edward sees Tanya in a new light, sparking a reaction neither was expecting.

Warnings: smut, 18+

Snow was falling from the sky, adding to the bone chilling cold that surrounded them. Teasingly, Tanya would pick up her pace as they’d comb through the Stefansson Sound, hunting in Alaska's rough nature. Edward and Tanya often hunted alone together. Edward and the Cullens had been with the Denalis for a few years, and though he knew how Tanya felt for him, he was still comfortable enough with her to let his dead heart rest.

“Look”, Tanya pointed up, eyes focused on the auroras, watching them dance in the night sky. A smile tugged on her lips; she had always been entranced by them, in love with the different colours of that magical experience. Edward had seen the aurora borealis plenty of times in his long life, but this night, seeing them through Tanya’s thoughts, he felt something new. Edward couldn’t rip his eyes away from her, couldn’t stop himself from invading her carefree thoughts. The glimmer in her eyes was filled with childlike wonder. 

Tanya turned to Edward to gauge his reaction to the colors, but found his eyes on her instead. If her heart could stop, it would have. Tanya had been into Edward from the first moment they’d met. She struggled to control the thoughts, constantly picturing his lips on hers or getting tangled together between the sheets; the slight hope always lingered in her chest, the hope that Edward would feel just the same. Though years had passed and the two had managed a friendship, Tanya never lost that hope, that desire.

It would be a lie, if Edward was to say that he had never thought about her, the pale body of hers buried underneath his as he’d fuck her into oblivion. He wasn’t one for giving into his instincts, the worry of hurting a woman, no matter if she was immortal or not, would always hold him back, would make him doubt himself all over again. There were other pains, beyond the physical, that he had left with other women in the past. He couldn’t bear to do that to Tanya.

She looked at him, eyes wide and golden, that desire plunging through her mind and body as Edward looked at her in a new and unfamiliar way. Edward reached out to her then, taking one of her small hands in two of his. He moved her hand to watch the auroras colors bounce off her porcelain skin; it didn’t quite sparkle, but a low glow glinted off of her prismatic skin in hues matching the sky. Edward dropped her hand and brought his eyes back to hers again.

“Tanya”, he rasped out her name, pale fingers cupping her cheeks, tentatively wrapping his arms around her frame. They stood there idly for a moment, staring into each other’s golden eyes, when suddenly Edward’s lips were crashing against hers. She froze for a moment, wondering if he was truly kissing her. As Edward tightened his grip on her sides, she finally began to move her lips, tongue brushing against his, getting lost in the kiss. All of her dreams and fantasies of this moment rushed her mind and flooded Edward’s head. 

Edward couldn’t stop himself from shoving her back, pressed against the snow as he hovered above her, connecting their lips once again. For a moment, Tanya’s eyes wandered back up to the sky, an unfamiliar warmth was flooding through her. In that very moment, she thought, she felt like she was human once again. His lips nibbled on her jaw, smiling against her skin as her thoughts rang through his mind. He had never been with a woman like this. 

Her hands tugged on his belt, legs almost automatically wrapping themselves around her waist, pulling Edward closer as he undid the buttons of her trousers. “I - don’t think I can stop myself, if we go any further”, with knitted eyebrows he pressed his forehead against hers, golden eyes catching hers. No, he couldn’t hurt Tanya, and it would hurt her now, to do this when he was still unsure. But god, she was so beautiful, so tempting.

“Don’t stop”, she gasped. A growl rumbled through Edward as his resolve shattered. Like a starved animal he ripped her trousers down her legs, fingers dancing along the outlines of her panties, pushing them aside to slip through her slit, coating his fingertips with her arousal. 

The sound of her moaning his name echoed through the darkness; by now the auroras had disappeared, only a few stars were twinkling in the sky. They hadn’t noticed. “Edward”, Tanya tugged him in for a kiss, “I need you”. A groan bubbled out of him, made him pause for a moment, deeply inhaling the air he didn’t really need to breathe, trying to collect his own, confusing thoughts. But no words left him as he watched Tanya unbutton his trousers, pushing his boxers down his legs to expose his hard length. 

He fit perfectly into her hands, fingers dancing along the skin as the auroras had gently glided through the night sky. Tanya couldn’t contain herself, pleading in her mind that this moment would last forever. “Don’t tease me Tanya”, an animalistic growl rumbled through the vampire, lips meeting hers as he parted her folds with his tip, giving the beautiful woman a few moments to adjust. She nodded her head, gave him the approval to move, to stretch her walls with every thrust of his. 

Both were getting lost in each other's embraces, in each other's taste, high on the wave of lust that crashed upon them, followed by their sounds of pleasure that spilled from their lips. “Faster Edward, please”, Tanya's nails scratched his neck, hands tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck, skin slapping as he picked up his pace, desperate to push them both over the edge. Edward wasn’t one for many words, would only let a few sounds roll off his tongue as he explored her body. 

“Oh god, right there”, she tried to pull him closer, praying that he’d find that one spot again, pushing her closer and closer into the arms of her release. Soon enough he felt her walls clench, squeezing him, trying to keep him in place. Tanya couldn’t properly think straight, eyes rolling back as she gave into her orgasm, not caring about the volumes of her sounds that reverberated through Alaska's night. Edward wasn’t quite there yet, he kept on pounding in and out of her, riding her through her high as he kept his eyes focused on her trembling frame.

Tanya slowly began to calm down, though her walls were still tightly clung around him, patiently waiting for Edward to finish, to tumble over the edge as he’d release himself into her. He pressed his forehead against the crook of her neck, fangs grazing her skin as he moaned for Tanya, orgasm flooding through him, hot ropes of cum shooting out of him, perfectly filling her up. The sight of him like that pushed Tanya again, forcing her toward another climax. 

How many times she had dreamed of Edward like this, how many times she had lost herself to the fantasy; was this real? Tanya couldn’t rationalize it. Edward heard her thoughts, realized that she was drawing near another orgasm and moved his hand to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. There was this deep pull inside of him, begging him to finally give in, to break down the walls he had built up around him, protecting himself and everybody around him from his primal side. 

But the way Tanya stared at him, as if she was admiring a piece of art, eyes full of something he couldn’t truly decipher, hands squeezing his skin, suddenly all worries seemed to fade away. Edward enclosed one hand around her throat, gripping her tighter as he brought her closer and closer to her release. “Oh god Edward I-”, Tanya cried out, eyes squeezed shut, the knot in her lower belly was about to snap, about to push her into the arms of her orgasm, but Edward’s raspy, restrained voice made her freeze, “no, not yet”. 

He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to give his mind a chance to overthink and doubt himself. “I don’t think I can-”, another moan rumbled through her, interrupting her once again. Tanya weaved her hands through his hair, pushing him down against her lips, tongues fighting for victory as he kept on burying himself deep into her heat. Her walls were clenched around him, squeezing him with every thrust of his, it wouldn’t take him much longer to give in and release himself into her tightness. A few moans and groans made it past his lips, eyes fluttering close as he felt his body tingle, he hadn’t felt something this strong in a very long time, for a spur of a moment his mind wandered back to all those years with Diana, his time with Heidi; not once had he felt like this. 

Edwards skin slapped against hers, the sound urged him on, made him clench his jaw as he finally pressed out a small “cum”. Tanya had almost missed the word he spoke, too far gone to focus on anything besides the way his tip would nudge against her sweet spot. Her cries reverberated through the night, made a smirk tug on Edwards lips as he rode her through her high, patiently waiting for her walls to relax around him as he gave in, hot ropes of cum filling her up. 

Edward pushed himself off of Tanya then. The two laid naked in the snow, looking up to the sky in silence, both humming with satisfaction. Edward took a few steadying breaths as he gazed up at the stars. He tried to block out Tanya’s thoughts, they were too much for him to bear. Tanya was elated; more pleased in this moment than she ever had been in her long immortal life. Edward was satisfied, but remorseful. He knew now that this would continue and he hoped that with time, he would come to feel the way Tanya did for him. Perhaps the great love he heard in the minds of his family was still ahead for him and Tanya. Perhaps, he thought, he would learn to love her.

___

Chiara is a magical and ever-enchanting writer who is entirely responsible for this smutty little addition to my short story. Check her out at @little-diable​. Parts two and three are on their way.

You can read the short that inspired this work here: Unrequited

Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Chapter 6

Pairing: Loki x OFC

MASTERLIST IS HERE

Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him.  He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim.  An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond.  Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.  

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds.  But it doesn’t mean he has to like it.   A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love.  Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life.  A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them.  Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

This Chapter:   Alexis comes clean with Clint and Loki, Alexis and Clint decide to get the better of Tony and Bruce.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst,  Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.

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Clint stood there with his arms crossed as Alexis told the entire sordid tale of Loki and her, from the encounter in the bathroom at The Whiskey Front Room to the dinner and Ashlynn to last night. There was a sense of relief as she told Clint everything. A weight lifted. No one but Loki and her knew everything, not even Hannah. Clint continued to stare at her as she finished up.

Her feet shuffled from side to side, scooting pieces of cereal around on the kitchen floor. “Are you going to say something?”

Clint pressed his lips together. “Did you really get arrested for punching a guy at a club who grabbed your ass?”

Alexis stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “That is what you took away from that?”

Clint chuckled with her. “I mean, it is a badass move. Pregnant woman bloodies a guy’s nose.”

“I had to learn to take care of myself at an early age. I didn’t have people looking out for me.”

Clint threw an arm over her shoulder. “That is all changed now. We are your family now. Which means taking care of each other. Besides, I have never seen Loki this happy… well, ever. And I would like to keep him that way.”

“Me too.” She bent down to pick up the scattered cereal.

“Allow me to help.” Clint grabbed a broom by the fridge and swept up the cereal from the floor and threw it in the trash. “Speaking of keeping Loki happy, you should probably know about the bet between Bruce and Tony?”

Alexis’s brow furrowed. “What bet?”

-

Loki woke to Alexis shoving his shoulder hard. “Wake up, Loki, it’s important.”

He jolted upright with a start. “The baby! Is everything okay?” His hands flew to her belly.

She frowned. “The baby is fine. It’s about Bruce and Tony.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. “What have they done now?”

Alexis gave him the quick rundown of Tony and Bruce, conspiring to get photographic evidence of their relationship. Loki clenched his fists.

“I’ll straighten this out.” He rose to get dressed. Alexis caught his wrist.

“While I appreciate your willingness to beat the shit out of them, may I suggest something a little less bloody?” Her eyes twinkled as she gazed up at Loki.

“What do you have in mind?” Loki sat down beside her on the bed.

“What if we have a bit of fun with them? Ratchet up the discord between us. Have a big blowout right in front of them. I am sure Clint would be willing to help.”

Loki’s eyes flashed. “How is Barton involved in all of this?”

“He is the one who told me about the contest.”

“And he would help?”

Alexis’s lips curled into a smile. “I am certain I can convince him to do so.”

Loki dipped her into his lap and kissed her. “I love the way your mind works.”

“Why thank you.” Alexis chuckled.

-

Tony and Bruce watched Alexis and Loki like a hawk, often making excuses to pop in unannounced. Loki and Alexis started locking not only the front door but the bedroom doors as well. They also no longer stole kisses and glances in the common areas. Alexis missed pulling Loki into an empty room to make out, but knew the payoff would be worth it.

“Legolas,” Tony caught Clint one day. “You still lurking in the vents these days?” Tony popped a chocolate-covered pecan in his mouth.

Clint’s mouth twitched. As expected, Tony came to him with information on Loki and Alexis. When Alexis came to him for help, Clint jumped at the chance. He often felt excluded from the Avengers’ activities because of his more unusual habits. Plus, he loved seeing Tony taken down a peg or two.

“Why?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Noticed anything unusual going on between the Trickster and his baby mama?” He popped another pecan.

Clint shook his head. “Not really. What are you looking for?”

Tony shrugged his shoulders. “Signs of a relationship. Hugging, hand holding, kissing. That sort of thing.”

Clint rubbed his chin, making Tony sweat for a minute. “Now that I think about it, I have noticed something different between the two of them.”

“Yeah… Spill.” Tony offered a pecan. Clint waved it off.

“They seemed to despise each other. I even saw her hurl a glass at Loki’s head. If you ask me, they are one argument away from Alexis up and leaving.”

“Really? I thought they were looking pretty cozy the other day.”

“Well, you don’t live on the same floor as them. You don’t hear the yelling.” Clint hooked his thumb. “Now if you don’t mind, I have to meet Nat in the gym.”

Tony waved him away, deep in thought. “Yeah… sure… whatever…”

Clint waited until he was out of sight before smirking. He had sowed the seeds. Now for Loki and Alexis to finish the job.

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Loki stomped into Bruce’s lab later that day.

“You’re late.” Bruce didn’t bother to look up from his screen.

“Are all women so infuriating, or is it the pregnancy that causes them to be so?” Loki groused as he leaned over Bruce’s shoulder, breathing on the man’s neck on purpose.

Bruce scratched his neck in irritation, turning to face Loki, hoping the god would step back. He didn’t.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“More like a continuing hell.” Loki rubbed his forehead. “She is insufferable. Whining and complaining. I am contemplating having Stark relocate Alexis to her own quarters for the duration of this pregnancy.”

“Is it really that bad?” Bruce wrinkled up his nose.

Loki threw him a derisive glare. “I would rather share a bed with my brother at this point.”

“Doesn’t he snore?”

“The walls shake.” Loki retorted. “So excuse me if I am not in the mood for chitchat.”

Bruce became flustered, hands waving in the air. “Right… right…” And he hustled away to find something to pass the time until he could leave the awkward situation.

-

Loki shut the door, and Alexis popped up off the couch.

“So…?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

His face pulled into a wide grin. “Bruce appears to have believed our ruse.” Alexis jumped in place and spun around in glee. Her chest bounced up and down that caught Loki’s attention.

“Excellent!” She came over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Clint says Tony took the bait too. Now to let them stew.”

Loki’s arms wrapped around her waist. “You have become close with Barton. Should I be jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.

Alexis’s lips twitched into a smile. She ran a finger along Loki’s chest. “Are you jealous?”

Loki leaned down to nuzzle against her neck. She smelled of perfume smelling of vanilla and spice. “You minx.” he purred. “You are mine and mine alone.”

Alexis gasped as she gripped his arms. Loki’s lips ghosted over her neck, causing her to shiver. Her nails dug into Loki’s jacket.

“Bold words.” Alexis countered, breathless.

Her hands slipped underneath Loki’s jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. He shook it off to the ground. As Loki undid the buttons of his shirt, Alexis tugged her dress over her head, dropping it to the side.

“I have only just begun, my love.” He kissed the tops of her breasts, fumbling with her bra.

“It clasps in the front. You mean having sex in a bathroom is not bold.”

With the flick of a finger, Loki undid the clasp and slid the straps off her shoulders. He squeezed her breasts with his hands.

“You lack an imagination, my darling. Allow me a small demonstration.”

His lips latched onto hers, nipping about her lips with his teeth. As Loki walked her back in the room, Alexis tugged at his belt and trousers. Her fingers made quick work of his zipper, pushing them down to Loki’s thighs. His cock popped free.

“I appreciate your lack of underwear these days.” Alexis teased as she stroked his shaft.

“As do I.” He turned her around and eased her onto the couch, placing her on her hands and knees facing the back of the couch.

Loki’s fingertips ghosted up and down the back of her thighs. Alexis moaned, her head dropped onto the couch.

“Loki, please… I… need you..” She hissed.

“But teasing you is so much more fun.” He cupped her ass while rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit. Alexis wiggled her ass against him. “It appears I am not the only one who likes to tease.”

Loki impaled himself with a single thrust.

“Fuck!” Alexis bit her lower lip. Her breasts and belly hung low while she propped herself up on her elbows on the back of the couch.

Loki gripped her hips and continued to snap his hips against her. He pressed against her back and reached over to pinch her nipple. Alexis came with a moan. Her walls clenched around Loki. He grunted as he thrusted twice more and spilled inside of her.

Alexis collapsed onto the couch, spent and exhausted. Her head spun.

“Loki, I need…” She grabbed his arm, and he shifted out of the way to have her lie down on her side on the sofa.

“What is it, darling? Are you hurt? What can I do?”

Alexis wasn’t sure what was going. It was the third dizzy spell in a week. She made an appointment to see her OB/GYN later in the week, and Dr. Cho found nothing unusual in her tests.

“I just need a glass of water.” She lied, not wanting to scare Loki unnecessarily if it turned out to be nothing.

Loki rushed to the kitchen and came back with a large glass of water. He lifted her head up to sip.

“Here…” He slipped his arms underneath her and lifted her off the couch.

“Loki, I—”

He cut her off. “Please allow me to take care of you.”

Loki pulled her close to his chest. She relented and allowed Loki to carry her to bed. The bed they were now sharing. Her head hit the soft pillow with a sigh. Loki pulled the covers over her and settled next to her.

“Hmm…” She hummed. “I’m sorry.”

Loki kissed her cheek. “No apologies. Rest. We still have the grand finale for Bruce and Tony.”

“Bruce and Tony…”

Loki laid awake until he was certain Alexis was asleep. He did his best to convince himself Alexis’s fatigue was nothing out of the ordinary, but deep inside where he didn’t want to admit he knew something else was going on. He pushed away his fear drifting into a restless sleep.

-

“I’m telling you, Bruce, you are being punk’d.” Tony snapped back.

Bruce scratched his head. “I don’t know, Tony. They seem to be on the outs. I think you are wrong. “

Tony held up two fingers as he leaped over the back of the couch to lie down with a bounce. “Two words.. fore.. play.”

“That’s one word, Tony.”

“Whatever. They have it. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were already sleeping together.”

A door slamming down the hall punctuated Tony’s sentence. And then another door opening and slamming. Alexis stomped into the living room.

“Speaking of the devil…” Tony started, oblivious to Alexis’s mood. Loki soon followed.

“Darling, I—” Loki started.

Alexis whipped around and stopped in her tracks. “DON’T EVEN TRY TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF LOKI! I’M DONE, I’M LEAVING!”

Loki chuckled. “No, you’re not. You are being hysterical. Come back and we can talk—”

“HYSTERICAL?!” Alexis screeched, resisting the urge to smile. Loki was playing it perfectly. She noticed Tony sitting up on the couch. Clint had appeared from nowhere. Time to drop the bomb. “You think I’m hysterical for being upset at catching you fucking someone on the couch?!? I sleep on that couch, LOKI!” The tears flowed freely from her eyes. The adrenaline pumped through her. “I trusted you.”

Loki stepped forward towards her. “We never agreed to be exclusive. Was it not you who said I shouldn’t change my life just because you were here?”

Alexis reared back and slapped Loki across the face. “You fucking bastard! HOW DARE YOU! I never want to see you again!” They now have a full audience, with Steve and Nat slipping into the kitchen. Even Thor peeked his head into the room.

She stormed away towards the elevator. Loki grabbed her wrist, but she yanked free. “Touch me again and lose the hand.” Alexis’s vision darkened at the edges and her head became fuzzy.

“But, the child—” Loki protested.

“Loki…” she called out, her voice wavering.

His eyes snapped to her, and he saw panic reflecting at him in her eyes. “Alexis, darling, you are—”

“I don’t feel…” Her legs wobbled before giving out underneath her. Loki lunged for her, catching her before she hit the floor, cradling her body in his arms.

“Alexis, wake up.” He shook her gently. “The trick’s over.”

Alexis groaned but didn’t wake. Loki glanced over his shoulders to find the rest of the Avengers staring at the two of them, frozen in place.

“Don’t just stand there, call the doctor!” Loki bellowed.

Everyone scurrying about, Tony yelling out to JARVIS and everyone else pretending to be busy at something. Thor came behind and grabbed Loki’s shoulder.

“I am sure everything is going to be fine, Brother. She is strong.”

“I wish I shared your confidence.”

My daddy’s boss

Summary: Close to getting fired your father offer’s his younger boss a special service…you.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader, Benny LaFitte, unnamed father

Warnings: angst, age gap (Dean is around 38; Reader 25), immoral offers, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral (female receiving), implied violence/violence

Words: 3k

“Sir, please. I need this job. My new wife is very…expensive. I can’t lose my job.” Dean is watching the man sitting in front of him. He not heartless but the man begging him to not fire his lazy ass messed up the last three important deals.

“Mr. Y/L/N, so far you were a good employee, but you messed up the last three deals. Sam had to jump in and save the deals. We could’ve lost a lot of money and our reputation. I hate to do such a thing, hate firing people but we gave you two chances so far. Give me a reason not to fire you.” Dean says knowing there is no reason in the world not making him fire this man.

“My daughter…”

“I don’t understand. Other people have children too and I fired them. That’s not a reason to keep you.” Slowly losing patience Dean gets up to stretch his legs, glancing out of the window.

“That’s not what I meant. I saw the way you looked at her when she brought me my lunch last month. Your mouth twitched and you had hunger in your eyes. She’s not a whore but not a virgin either…”

Now Dean turns around, raising an eyebrow. “Do you mean your daughter shall come around and give me a blowjob to make sure you’ll keep your job?” Dean rumbles and the man shakes his head.

“Not just a blowjob. You can have her for a day. What do you say?”

Dean feels anger well up to his stomach. He needs all his strength to not beat the shit out of his employee. So, he takes deep breaths, a dark grin on his face.

“Your daughter. Does she know? Has she done this before?” Dean asks instead and the man shakes his head.

“No. She only was with her boyfriend. He ditched her because of me.” The man chuckles, licking his lips. “She will be a good girl for you. Promised.”

“How do you want to know she will agree?” Dean’s eyes darken at the sight of the grinning man selling his daughter.

“We won’t tell her. I’ll ask her to come around, send her to your house or office and you can do whatever position or kink you like.”

“Hmm…” Dean paces around his office, weighing his options. If he says no, this man will offer his daughter to someone else, so he must agree and take care of you before firing this disgusting man. “Fine. I want her tonight in my office. Bring her here…”

Wondering why your father wants to see you past ten you walk into the building. Greeting your father, you smile as his boss comes to greet you too.

“I would like to speak to you for a moment.” Dean Winchester, your fathers’ boss, and your secret wet dream rumbles.

“Okay…” Dumbfounded you follow Dean into his office. 

Your father is grinning, grabbing his jacket to leave the building. He made a great deal after all…

“I need to ask you a few things,” Dean says and you nod. Nervously chewing at your lower lip.

“Okay, Mr. Winchester.”

“Do you like me?” He asks. 

Flustered you glance at your fingers, not answering his question.

“I guess this means ‘yes’.” Dean states leaning against his desk, looking at you. “Did your father tell you why he insisted you need to come here at this time of the day?”

“He said he wants to have dinner with me in our favorite restaurant. The one we used to visit when mom was still alive. Before he married this girl barely elder than me.” You mumble.

“Sweetheart, he lied.” Now you meet Dean’s gaze. Confused glancing up at him you try to find out why your father's boss wants to talk to you. “Your dad is going to get fired and he offered me you for one night.” Dean blurs out and you gasp.

“Will he keep his job?” You sniffle. “I’ll do it if you do not fire him.” You choke out a sob as Dean kneels next to you, gently touching your knee. 

“I would never use you like that, okay. I do not hide I’m into you. Every time you visit your daddy I come to my office rock-hard, touching myself imagining it is you, but I want a consensual partner. I want you to scream my name as you want to, not to make sure I won’t fire your dad.” Dean says and you wipe away a few tears.

“He…” Starting to cry you need a moment to compose yourself before you find your voice. “My dad offered me to you. He said you can have me for one night?”

“I’m sorry…”

“I knew he changed since mom died but that much…” Your voice cracks as Dean gently draws patterns into your skin. “I’ll bring you home now, Sweetheart.”

“I got no home any longer. I can’t go back there ever again.” Dean looks at you, licking his lips. “I can take you with me. I got a guest room, Y/N.” He whispers as you shake your head, sniffling.

“I can’t…”

“You can, and you will. I’ll take you with me.” Dean orders and his dominant voice makes you gasp. “You like being ordered around? Or is it my voice?”

“Your…voice…” You whisper flustered.

“Hmm…you like my voice, Baby Girl? Do you want to know all the dirty things I want to do to you? All the ways I want to make you cum?” Not able to stop his filthy mouth Dean gets up, to look down at you. “I’ll bring you anywhere you want to go, or I’ll take you with me…” Dean’s eyes meet yours and you got no clue what to say so you nod, getting up.

“This is a nice house,” Dean says stopping in front of your father’s house as you look out of the window, not able to move a muscle.

“I…”

“Did you change your mind, Y/N? I can bring you to my house. I wanted you to know he offered you to me so he can’t do it again. Someone else might take his offer.” Dean says and you start shaking.

“You think so?”

“Let me bring you away. We can figure things out tomorrow. Promised.”

“I need my things. I don’t want to stay here any longer…”

“I’ll make sure you’ll get your stuff. Now let’s get away from here.”

Dean’s house is huge and cozy. You imagined it would be cold, calculated but it looks like he put a lot of effort into it to make it a home.

“I built if for me and my ex-wife. Bitch first grade. Rather fucked with one of my best friends than being faithful.” Dean explains as you look around his living room.

“I’m sorry…”

“Forget it.” Dean sighs. “Did you know your boyfriend broke up with you because of your dad?”

“I thought so. Dad never like Jesse. He’s already with someone new, no true love then…” You shrug nervously biting your lower lip.

“God, stop doing this or I need to…” Dean groans trying to suppress the need to kiss you. “Fuck it…”

His hands cup your face to claim your lips in a soft kiss. Plump and warm pillows press against yours, making you gasp.

“Wow…” 

“That good?” Dean chuckles and you nod, shyly looking away. “No one ever kissed me like that. Jesse was all wet tongue and stuff. He was bad at kissing.

“Only at kissing?” Features darken Dean watches your chest heaving up and down. “No, at everything, I guess.”

“Sweetheart, tell me he made you cum at least…” Ashamed you shake your head. “No…”

“Did you ever cum on his cock? Did you ever writhe underneath him?”

Gasping you bite your finger, shaking your head. “Not even on his tongue?” Voice lower than ever Dean looks at you like an animal ready to pounce.

“No…”

“Son of a bitch! Can I make you feel good? I want to touch you so badly, Y/N.” Dean plants a soft kiss to your cheek, waiting for your reaction.

“I don’t know…”

“Only to make you feel good. This has nothing to do with your father. He’s fired, either way, Baby.” You nod, biting your lip. “I want to…”

“Good…tell me what you like.”

Head buried between your thighs, tongue sliding through your wet folds Dean holds your legs open with strong hands. Lost in pleasure you tried three times to cage him.

“Dean…” Strangled noises leave your throat at the feeling of Dean’s lips sealing around your sensitive nub. He wraps one arm around your left thigh to keep you open as he slips three fingers into you, causing you to cry out.

“Just relax. Going to make you cum all over my fingers. A good girl like you deserves more than a bit slobbering at her pussy.” Dean rasps and you lift your upper body watching his fingers entering your slit, rubbing over your sweet spot.

Whines leave your lips and your eyes round watching Dean licking his lips before he buries his face back into your pussy. He starts curling his fingers, pressing hard against the spot making you squirm, letting you lose it.

“You taste great, Sweetheart. I’m glad your father is an asshole. For two years I want to grab you and bend this cute ass over my desk taking you hard. We could go on a date later…” Dean mutters licking around your clit one last time before he slips his fingers out of you. 

Dean slowly crawls on top of you, savoring the moment. You shiver under his gaze but your legs spread wide for him. Chest heaving up and down, lips parted you look into his hungry eyes.

“I’ll do all you want, Baby Girl. I fire him, send him to Antarctica or rip him apart. But right now, I want to be inside of you. Do you want me? I need to know you want this…me.” Dean whispers as his lips ghost over your lips.

“I always imagined how you would feel inside of me.” Flustered you lick into his mouth causing a low growl to leave his lips. “I want you to fuck me, Dean.”

Not wasting another minute, he lines himself up with your cunt, inching slowly into you. Dean is thick and long, the stretch is delicious, almost too much but you never felt so wanted like in this very moment when this gorgeous man, moans against your lips as he bottoms out.

“You feel perfect, Y/N. I will never let you leave my bed again. I want you to be my girl. Two fucking years I wanted you, thought I can’t do this to your father.” He cradles your face, kissing you fiercely as he starts moving at a slow pace.

Lost in his scent, the way he moves and the feeling of his lips traveling along your collarbone you close your eyes. 

This should feel wrong. Having sex with an elder man, your father’s boss after he told you all these things, but your mind is silent as you paw at his back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Firm chest presses against yours now, Dean rests his forehead against yours, picking up the pace. Cries erupt from your lips with every long stroke of his cock. His muscles flex under your fingers tips as Dean crashes his hips into yours, going deeper, harder…faster.

When your eyes meet his you can see the lust and hunger in these green orbs, almost eating you alive. Dean grunts with every hard thrust as his dick starts twitching inside of you.

“I’m close, Baby. Tell me you too…” Out of breath, you nod, not able to form a coherent sentence you chant his name, digging your nails into his flesh. “Come for me, Y/N. Want to feel it.”

Not feeling you getting closer Dean changes position. Knees dug into the mattress, hands pressing your legs to your chest he goes even harder, now ramming into you with all his strength to hit your g-spot.

Your eyes never leave Dean’s body. His face contorted. Eyes closed; lips parted he growls every time he enters your slick channel. Sweat starts running down his chest as he opens his eyes looking at you. A smile creeps onto his lips as you cry his name in pleasure, gushing all over his cock.

Letting go of your legs Dean hovers over your, crushing his lips onto yours before he fills you with hot ropes of cum. “Son of a bitch, I can never let you go, Y/N.” Dean curses and you move your arms around him, pressing his sweaty chest to yours.

“Awesome…” You gaps falling onto the bed, exhausted but sated. “Never came so hard…”

“Yeah. Get her clothes, stuff…everything. I don’t want to know the details. Let Charlie and Castiel get her things and take care of her father. Purgatory style.” Dean rumbles as he watches you stirring. “I want her father to be in my office at ten. Take care of the rest, Benny.”

“Dean? Who was on the phone?” You yawn watching him end his call. “How about breakfast, Baby?”

“Did you just answer my question with a question?” Grinning you watch Dean licking his lips. “I called a friend of mine. He will get your belongings and bring everything here.”

“Dean, I know we only had sex, okay. You don’t have to play my hero…” Sighing you clutch the soft blanket to your chest. “Not even my father wants to be my hero…”

“Y/N, I was waiting for the right moment to make a move for over two years. I may be older, and we barely know each other but I know we match. I want you to stay with me, at least for a while. You can have a guest room and visit me.” Grinning at the last words Dean wiggles his eyebrows.

“Last night was great…” Crawling toward Dean you grab his hand, smirking. “I’d like to have round three right now to make a decision…”

“Count me in, Sweetheart…”

Sitting onto Dean’s chair you look at your father's swollen face. His nose looks broken, he has a black eye and his left hand doesn’t look good either.

“Your daughter moved out of your house for good.” Dean begins. Your father shifts in his seat, glaring at you. 

“Didn’t she satisfy your needs?” Your father gasps trying to get up, but Benny stands behind his chair, pressing his large hands onto your father’s shoulders, forcing him back down. “Sit.” Benny snarls.

“I wasn’t finished, Mr. Y/L/N. You are fired.” Dean narrows his eyes as your father dares to look at you in disgust. “Couldn’t you at least blow him off for daddy?” He spats and Dean’s fist collides with your father’s jaw.

“Silence!” Benny orders.

“Rules are important to the Winchesters. We may be a lot of things, but we have rules and a moral code in this company.” Dean warns and your father falls silent, nodding. “First of all, you will never talk to your daughter ever again. She’s part of my family now.” At this, your father looks at you with wide eyes. Gasping.

“Did you fuck him that good?” Another blow hits your father, this time it’s your hand slapping his cheek. “You wanted to sell me, sick bastard!” Ready to attack your father once again you feel two strong arms dragging you off him.

“Relax, Sweetheart. I love your feisty personality for sure.” Dean chuckles. “She is my girl now. This means you will never contact her ever again. You will grab your shit and leave your office after we are done here. Y/N will check if Charlie packed all her things, if not we will come to your house and you will let her pick up her belongings. This is your final warning. Y/N is mine now.” Dean warns a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. 

“Yours…” Your father gasps seeing the smirk all over Dean’s face. “Sweetheart, will you leave us alone for a moment? I want to talk about business with your father.” Nodding you let Charlie lead you out of the room.

The moment the door closes behind you your father shakes his head. “This is what you wanted the whole time. I saw the way you looked at my daughter. Almost possessive…” Your father gasps as Dean smirks.

“It would’ve been immoral of me to hit on your daughter. I was admiring her from afar but never made a move. You offering her to me – priceless. I have her by my side thanks to you but do not worry. Unlike you, I have feelings for this wonderful girl. I’ll treat her right, maybe even make her my wife.” Dean shrugs a smug grin on his lips. “You will never hurt her again. She belongs to me. I’ll give her everything she deserves…”

“You tricked me!” Your father yells. “These deals were impossible! All these clients were fake. You wanted me to offer you my Y/N.” Dean leans against his desk, hands resting on his thighs he chuckles. “You fell for my trap so easily. I knew you would make one step too far. I had a bad feeling about you for so long. The way you treated your daughter – I never like it. I overheard a conversation with your best buddy about ‘offering’ her to someone…” 

“Are we done with this junk?” 

“We are done here, Benny. Thanks for bringing out the junk. If you don’t want me to send Benny or someone else to your cozy home, you’ll never talk to your daughter again.” Dean’s features darken and your father gasps. “She belongs to me…”

“Dean, I don’t know if I should move into your house that fast. I know you mean it well, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.” You whisper on the way back to Dean’s house.

His features soften as he leads you toward the front door. “I’ll make sure no one will ever hurt or use you again. You belong to me now. Let me give you everything you deserve, Y/N.” Dean whispers taking your hand in his. 

“You barely know me…”

“I know but we can get to know each other, Y/N. I want to try, please.” Lips brushing against yours Dean cups your cheek and you give in. Pressing your lips against his. “Let’s try then…”

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In the Past

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Guardian Angel!AU Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of rough pasts

In the past, you had a best friend that stood at your side at all times. In the past, you were happy and always smiling. In the past, you didn’t rely on coffee and ibuprofen to survive. In the past, you lost your best friend to your own mistake.

So maybe that was the reason you were drunk off your ass, sitting on the edge of a rooftop, crying your heart out. There was a light breeze and it was warm, like a lightweight blanket. The sky was just clearing up from the storm and the half-dark, half-light pink sky was a perfect reflection of the blizzard attacking your mind.

You lost your job, your house, and your mother all in the span of one week. Your life was falling apart at the seams. You sighed and then stared at the empty vodka bottle in your hand. A scream ripped up from your throat and you threw it as far as you could. The sky rumbled.

“Yeah, well fuck you too universe!” You snapped, flipping off the retreating storm. “You keep doing these awful things to me, knowing I’m too much of a wimp to actually end myself.”

The sky didn’t reply this time, but it wasn’t silent for long. Your phone dinged, lighting up and dragging your attention to it. A text message from your old roommate was present on your lock screen. 

Mina: hey, i heard the news. Was wondering if you wanted a place to stay?

Your hands shook as you held your phone. Part of you just wanted to start sobbing again, but this time from relief. Mina and you had never been close, but she’d always been nice. You replied and then stood up, managing to walk to the access door and stumble your way down the stairs to your car. Your car was stuffed to the brim with bags of your stuff—only the stuff you could pack up in the few short hours you had. 

“Are you actually gonna drive drunk?”

A man with blonde hair leaned against the car parked beside yours. An unlit cigarette hung between his lips. He raised a dark, slit eyebrow at you, brown eyes sparkling underneath them. He looked familiar, but in your state, your memory had no reason to work. You frowned, staring at your car. You fished through your pockets for your keys, actually willing to let this complete stranger drive you to Mina’s. 

“And you’re gonna let a stranger drive you home at night?” He asked again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You frowned at him and then tossed your keys at him. Shock raced through his face and he scrambled to catch them.

“Don’t be an asshole and take back your offer,” you slurred, waving him off. He unlocked the car and then helped you into the passenger’s seat. It was dark so you missed the worried sparkle in his deep eyes. Although if you’d seen it, you wouldn’t have believed your eyes. Nobody worried about you. They all helped you for their own benefit. 

Human nature caused ulterior motives.

“So can you give me directions to the place you’re going?” He asked, slowly turning the car on. His face was illuminated orange by the lights on the dashboard.

“You take a left,” you mumbled.

He frowned. “When? Right now?” You opened your mouth but found that you couldn’t remember, so instead, you shrugged.

“Hell if I know,” you huffed. The stranger stared at you, almost as if he couldn’t believe his luck. He’d successfully found a dumbass! Yay him!

“Look,” you said, “you find Mina’s place and I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Wait—”

You were already asleep.

You woke up in a bed, practically drowning under piles of blankets. Your head was spinning and you felt like you were gonna throw up. A loud groan rumbled from you and you rolled over, shielding your eyes from the absurd sunlight bursting through the window. 

“Ugh, took you forever!” If you didn’t feel like your brain was about to explode, you would’ve jumped out of bed and screamed.

Mina sat at the foot of your bed, fully dressed and ready for the day. She had her cellphone balanced in one perfectly manicured hand and an aspirin bottle in the other. She tossed the medicine at you and then pointed to the glass of water on the nightstand. It had almost a year since you’d last seen her and you were surprised. She looked a lot different.

“Thanks a ton.” Your throat burned.

“You shouldn’t thank me, you should be thanking the blonde cutie who carried you here,” she commented, standing up. She was skinnier. “I should be shouting at you for being so irresponsible and letting a total stranger drive you home, but honestly, I’m more impressed because he was hot and polite. Dealt with your whining as if it didn’t even bother him.”

She glanced at the clock.

“I gotta scoot, but try to take care of yourself. Your car keys are on the table and you know where everything is, so…” she shrugged and then waved goodbye. You muttered another thank you after she left and then collapsed back onto the bed. 

The room was silent for a few seconds.

“I have to shower,” you said aloud, staring at the ceiling. Then you grimaced. “Let’s get it.”

The shower was the nicest thing ever. Sitting on the tiled bottom, head resting on your knees, just letting the warm water hit your skin. Being alone gave you time to think and your mind kept wandering to last night. You could barely remember who the stranger was and what exactly he looked like. There was the vaguest memory of a small conversation.

You didn’t remember giving him the directions to Mina’s house, but you must’ve considering you were here. Your mind was trying to convince that you���d fallen asleep before you could give him an address or instructions, but you didn’t believe it. You were here, weren’t you? After the shower, you stole some of Mina’s pajamas and wandered around the apartment. It brought back a lot of memories; some sad, others joyous, the majority of them weird from when you were slightly high or tipsy. You ended up making yourself a bowl of cereal, ignoring the storm in your stomach and sat down at the table. 

You took one bite and then decided that it was a bad idea. You scratched aimlessly at the grooves and dings in the table. Your eyes scanned over the table, looking at your keys and then back to the bowl in front of you. You yawned and rubbed your eyes. 

When you opened your eyes there was a piece of paper beside your keys.

“That wasn’t there before,” you mumbled, reaching for it. The handwriting was clean and in all caps. A smiley face sat at the end of the note. It was from the guy who dropped you off last night with his number on it. You stared at the number and then went to grab your phone from the nightstand.

There was a part of you that didn’t want to call him, it would be embarrassing considering he got to see you at your worst. But at the same time you had to say thank you. Plus, if he really was as hot as Mina claimed, was there really that much damage?

Your heart stuttered and your hands grew clammy as the phone started to ring. Maybe he wouldn’t pick up and then you could say you at least tried. 

“Hello?” 

Holy shit even his voice was hot.

“Um, h-hi,” you squeaked out, “this is Y/N, that drunk chick you drove home last night?”

“Oh,” he started laughing, “hey. You’re alive.”

You huffed.

“Very much so… all thanks to you,” you sighed, “thanks for driving me, even though you didn’t know me. I was probably a total pain in t—wait.”

You fell asleep a few minutes after you got into the car; you never told him Mina’s address.

Your eyes narrowed.

“How the hell did you get me back here?” You asked. A nervous laugh vibrated through the speaker.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he murmured, “is… is it possible we could meet somewhere?”

“How do I know you won’t kill me?”

“I would’ve killed you last night if I wanted to kill you.”

⦽⦽⦽⦽

The cafe was crowded and smelled of freshly baked cookies. People milled around you as you looked throughout the tables, trying to spot a vaguely familiar blonde boy. It was hard to focus with so many people walking around with mouth-watering treats.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turned around and made eye-contact with one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen. He wore a black tanktop, broad shoulders and biceps on full display. His blonde hair was curly and eyes were a deep brown. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat.

“Chan?” You asked as you walked towards the table. He nodded and you sat down across from him. You were about to ask him what he wanted to talk about, but the longer you stared at him, your mind started to roll back in time. Back to a day you didn’t want to remember, but it was a day that was ingrained into your mind.

The car, Christopher, blood, screaming, sirens. The bridge of his nose and his lips were what was setting it off. It didn’t make sense of course, because Christopher was dead. He’d been dead for years now. But staring at the boy in front of you, all you could see was an older, blonde Christopher.

“Who are you?” You asked, leaning back. 

He blinked.

“My name’s Chan—”

“No, there’s—” you cut yourself off because Christopher was dead. This person was not dead, he was very much alive. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you look a lot like someone I used to know.”

“Y/N…”

His hand reached across the table, but he didn’t hold your hand. Instead, his fingers rested delicately on top of your knuckles and your eyes pinched shut, even more memories flooding your mind. It was what Christopher would do whenever you were upset. Was this another one of the universe’s cruel jokes?

“Christopher Bang, died October 2011 from getting hit by a car. He saved your life,” Chan stated. You stared at him.

“How’d you know that?” Your voice was sharper than you meant it to be.

He pursed his lips. “You recognize me, don’t you?” “But y—Chris died, you can’t be him,” you whispered, but you already found yourself believing it. Sure, the two of you had been young and little, but this boy before you had so many of the same characteristics as the boy from your childhood. Your best friend.

“You don’t believe in angels.” The sentence was random, but it sent chills racing across your body. Chan raised an eyebrow. “So you probably won’t belive me anyway.”

“You’re supposed to be an angel of some sort?” Your voice was blank. You sounded dead. Hell, you felt dead. “Why would there be an angel in my life? What kind of shit is that? The universe basically hates me.”

“Guardian angels Y/N, everyone has one,” he huffed, leaning across the table. You didn’t understand this boy. If he really was an angel, then why did he look like your past best friend? “Christopher Bang never existed. The boy that saved you from the car was me.”

You scoffed. “He had to fucking exist, I have vivid memories of him. His favorite color was—”

You didn’t actually know what his favorite color was.

Chan shook his head, sympathy flashing in his gaze.

“It’s really hard to say what happened, but humans always have a way to reasonably explain supernatural events. I believe that what happened as that when I touched you to push you out of the way, the… emotion at the moment gave you the ability to see me. So then your mind made up a story around the boy you saw and everyone else believed it because there was no other way to explain how you were pushed out of the way by thin air,” he murmured. You felt like you were going to be sick. It made no sense because the memories you had of this boy were so fucking vivid. You remembered the talks you used to have in the tree behind your house. You remembered the boy that used to give you his lunch when you forgot yours. 

He was the first boy you said ‘I love you’ to. 

He was the only boy.

And now this guy was trying to tell you he never existed?

“It’s really hard to explain Y/N… it’s not that Chris never existed. Actually, the majority of your memories were of things that actually happened. When I touched you with that much force, it somehow… all the moments I was with you before that day I came into existence. All those times in the tree, you thought you were alone, but I was there, you just couldn’t see me. Whenever you forgot your lunch, I would sneak one into your bag. Something about me touching you…”

“It made you a real person,” you murmured. As the truth was laid out in front of you, the fake memories started to separate from the real. It was giving you a headache because it was like there were two versions of each memory, all of them equally real. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Then did I say ‘I love you’ to thin air?” You whispered. Chan blushed.

“That was actually another boy… I don’t know why you see me in his place, but it might be because you never actually loved that boy. You just thought you did and well,” he mumbled, looking away. You rolled your hand, signaling for him to continue. “I guess in some ways, you were always aware of me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So I was saying that to you but it looked like I was saying it to him?” You asked and then groaned. You covered your face. “Holy shit, this is actually real.”

Chan nodded.

“He didn’t say it back… but in my false memory…”

“I did,” he confirmed.

“Great,” you said, throwing your hands up, “I’m in love with my guardian angel.”

Lost Ones: Chapter 2

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just an FYI in case you’re new here…I lowkey write smut…I’m not that good at it, but hey. It’s there. This is the only forewarning I’ll be posting.

    F L A S H B A C K

  “T’Challa, stop! Somebody’s going to hear us,” I hissed.

  Rustling and muffled giggles were all that could be heard in the darkness of the palace’s combat training room.  I sat with my back against one of the grand pillars with T’Challa laying on the floor with his head in my lap.  My fingers twirled the soft curls in his hair while his mischievous fingers continuously dug into the backs of my knees and inside my thighs, tickling me.

  This was our secret meeting place away from all of the royal politics and prying eyes.  We would never be allowed to fraternize any other time. It was fine when we were children, but as we grew older, T’Challa was expected to align himself with royal traditions, and I was to know my place. I wasn’t of royal blood, so I wasn’t monitored as strictly as T’Challa, his baby sister, or his older brother, but King T’Chaka took me into his house after my parents were murdered by an invader named Ulysses Klaue. Many Wakandans lost their lives that day. I was the only survivor of my tribe because I wasn’t close to the blast that destroyed so many lives.

  “What is on your mind, Xiza? You always get so quiet when your mind wanders.”

  The moonlight filtering in from the windows illuminated the room enough for me to see T’Challa’s deep, brown eyes peering up at me. He took my hand that was laying across his chest and intertwined my fingers with his, pulling them to his soft lips.

  A lot ran through my mind these days.  Many changes were coming. We were no longer the carefree, bright eyed children that used to gallivant through the palace, making mischief.  I was finally coming of age to enter into my next phase of training to become a Dora Milaje after three grueling years of dedication…and T’Challa? He’d reached the age where it was customary for children of the outside world to go to what they called “college”. He was set to leave right after my birthday during the fall months.

  “Mmm, nothing. Just about how I should join the War Dogs so I can travel and see the world one day like you,” I teased.

�� “And forego your training to be a Dora Milaje?” he mused. “Xiza, you have wanted to be a Dora Milaje ever since the day we met.”

  That was true. After the attack on my people, the Dora Milaje were the first to reach me.  I will never forget the way that these majestic women fearlessly navigated through the rubble and chaos.  I hated how helpless I was that day, and I promised myself that that would never happen again. Becoming a Dora Milaje would ensure that.

  “Besides,” he shifted his body, giving him the access he needed to nip at my inner knee with his teeth. “I will miss you, too much.”

  The sudden lust in his voice and the feel of his lips slowly kissing and suckling up my thighs caused me to gasp as my center awakened in anticipation of her favorite playmate. T’Challa and I have been messing around for the past year, and lately, it seemed as if he was trying to get it in every chance he could…which was often.

  “T’Challa,” I breathed.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “The sun will be rising soon. Someone might see us-“

  “That is not what I asked”

  His guttural tone was almost primal. I shook my head, lifting my hips as his fingers gripped the elastic of my shorts. In one motion, he was able to pull them off with my panties.  He wasted no time tasting me, taking one long draw of his tongue from my slit to my clit. I was already sensitive to his touch, flinching when he reached my most tender area.

  He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before parting them with his tongue, slowly circling my pearl.  The peaceful night air that held whispers and giggles earlier was now filled with soft moans and whimpers.

  My blood began to run hot from the pleasure that this man was inflicting between my legs. His strong hands gripped my hips to still them from bucking against his face. I was unraveling.  He was dedicated to his craft, expertly writing his name all over my pussy with his tongue using the glyphs of our people. 

  “T’Challa, please…” I whispered.

  He knew what I wanted.  To have more of him…all of him, but my pleas went ignored as he gently suckled my clit between his lips and pulsed it against his tongue.  He didn’t stop until my legs were quivering around his head.

  It was so soft at first that I barely heard it over the sound of my heart beating in my ears, but there it was again…

  “I love you, Xiza.”

  T’Challa was now lying next to me propping his head on his fist. His soft, loving eyes seemed to peer right through my soul.

“I know this is sudden,”   he continued while taking my hand in both of his, “I need you by my side when I return.”

  I leaned over, gently placing a kiss onto his lips. 

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  ***

P R E S E N T

  “Xiza?”

“I had a mission. What did you expect me to do?”

“A mission?”

His raised eyebrow indicated that he wasn’t close to believing my flimsy excuse. “How could you receive a mission as a War Dog when you were never a War Dog? You made that decision to join after you promised to wait for me.”

I bit on my back teeth in an effort to calm myself as T’Challa continued his rant. I didn’t want to think back on that time. I wanted it to stay buried. I wanted to move on-

“Xiza!”

Hurt and frustration weaved through the syllables of my name as he spoke it.  A lump of guilt formed in my throat, making it hard to swallow.

“Mama?”

That lump seemed to grow bigger. I turned to see my eight-year-old son standing in the doorway.  His eyes were wide as he stared at the unknown visitor standing before him.  His sitter was supposed to be keeping him away from here in case there was going to be another attack…and in case Wakandan forces showed up. I knew I would have to reveal his existence at some point, but I wasn’t ready to face what I’d done or the consequences that would follow.

“Naomi, I’m so sorry. Xavier wanted to get his art supplies.”

My baby sitter, Natasha, was led into the room by Okoye and lieutenant at her side.  She was flustered and looked downright terrified.

“It’s okay, Tasha,” I assured her with a contrived smile. “You can leave him with me. I won’t need you to keep him late after all.”

  She looked around at all of the faces in the room before addressing me again.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah, girl. It’s fine. I’m sorry if I messed up your plans.”

I looked to Okoye, praying to Bast that she would allow Natasha to leave.  T’Challa gave her a nod of approval.

“Speak of this moment to no one,” Okoye hissed as she stepped aside.

“I’ll CashApp you what I owe you. Talk to you later, okay?” I spoke again.

Natasha nodded at me before taking one last look at my visitors before hurrying out the door.

“Okoye,”

T’Challa was speaking to Okoye, but his eyes were boring into me.

“Take the boy and get what he requires.”

“Prince T’Challa-“ “Xiza will be returning with us to Wakanda”

“Go,” I mouthed to my son to let him know it would be okay.

“I understand,” Okoye replied.

She turned and left with her lieutenant and my son in the direction of his room. I couldn’t help but notice the glance of disappointment that she held towards me…and yet, I would rather take that look a thousand times over than face the confusion and pain from the man in front of me.

“A son? You have a son, Xiza?”

His mind was busy trying to put all of the missing pieces together.  His age, the last time we were together, my disappearance…

“Why did you keep this from me?”

  Author’s Note: GOT DAMN, I’M RUSTY AS FUCK!....Yikes…but I promise it will get better. Anywho, if you feel like you’re liking my stuff so far and you want to read more, check out some of my other fanfics...and lmfao at me posting one year later after chapter 1...I ain’t shit.

Healing Hands - Prologue

Pairings: Castiel x Pandora

Prologue

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Summary: Sam is in the cage. Dean is with Lisa and Ben. Castiel is back up in Heaven. And Pandora, Sam and Dean’s sister figure, is left with Bobby and a sticky note to explain what happened and where everyone went. Both Dean and Castiel left Pandora on her own, telling her to try and have a normal life and stop hunting. However, this only makes Pandora angry, since she thought family would never leave each other on their own. She fights with herself over being kind and staying with Bobby, or actually moving far away to forget that she ever knew Sam, Dean, or Castiel.

Words: 5,039

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Gore, Swearing

A/N: It’s been a while.

   I've done a lot of stupid things in my life. I've ruined friendships, family connections, and even my own health because of all the idiotic, senseless things I've either said or done. Most of them, I regret, but not all of them; like the one time I threw a baseball so hard it flew through the window of my neighbor's house. Of course, I was scolded for that - but in the end, it got me a place on the girl's baseball team for a few years as the lead pitcher. Another time, I accidentally missed the bus to visit my Aunt - my father was furious, yelling at me about a wasted ticket. It actually turned out pretty well, because later that day, the bus ended up swerving off of the highway and crashing into the opposing traffic. If I had been on that bus, I probably would have been seriously injured, if not dead.    So, like I said, I don't regret everything, even if the things I did held no beneficial result; but the dumbest, ridiculous, most foolish mistake I have ever made was tagging along with the Winchesters.    I'm not saying that I regret it; I'm not saying that I don't. in fact, I couldn't tell you if I did or didn't. Every day with these two was a roller coaster. But joining forces with them was pretty damn stupid of me to do. I got myself into more trouble with Sam and Dean than I did before I met them - and I was often in a good amount of trouble.    You see, I was a victim once. A long time ago, when I was 16 years old. My father had always been abusive towards me, was ridiculously short-tempered, and would often leave the house for days at a time after beating me. It just so happened that on one of those days, a ghoul had killed him; he returned home, disguised in my father's skin, and immediately began to treat me as any loving father would their daughter. And I, being unbelievably gullible, thought that he had just had a change of heart. For three days, I let this creature kiss my cheek and tell me, "I love you," thinking it was my own dad; but it felt good. I believed that things had taken a turn for the better.    That was, until the blood-sucker grew a bit thirsty.    I'm not going to go into detail about what happened after that. Let's just say, I lost a lot of blood, the Winchesters killed the ghoul, and the next thing I know, monsters are real. After that whole incident, they both gave me a pep talk on creatures such as that, and told me to go find my next closest relative to live with. Basically; don't wander around by myself.    But who were they kidding? I wasn't about to live with a distant relative that I hadn't spoken with in years - for all I knew, they could be some sort of monster as well. The only two people that I trusted at the moment were Sam and Dean. They were the only people I could be sure weren't monsters. So, unless my aunt Mandy was wiling to cut herself with a silver knife to prove she was in fact not a blood-thirsty beast, I was sticking with those two baboons. Long enough that, after a few years, they actually accepted me as a sister-figure.    And there, dear reader - there, is where I signed up for the longest and wildest thrill-ride that would be the rest of my life. -------------     One Year and Six Months Ago    I couldn't believe it. No matter how many times I told myself, no matter how many times I tried to look past the meat suit, I still couldn't believe it - I was less than twenty feet away from the devil himself.    I knew Sam was in there, too. I knew he could fight through this, fight Lucifer and win his mind back. But as I watched him, how he acted, how he spoke... I couldn't register it as two different souls in one body. I translated it as Sam - a sarcastic, asshole Sam that was low-key trying to kill us all. Then, there was Adam - or currently, Michael. He looked normal as ever, only angry as Hell (no pun intended). Adam was their half brother that they had met not too long ago. Or, at least, they had met his Ghoul twin. He and Lucifer were just getting ready to fight, until the four of us had pulled up, cutting the showdown short.    I stood behind Castiel, with Bobby and Dean to my left. Rock of Ages was still blasting from the Impala's radio - it felt pretty empowering, listening to the song as we casually drove into the cemetery. But now that we were actually facing down two archangels, it didn't seem to offer any comfort or assurance. My hand rested on the angel blade in my pocket, although I knew it wouldn't be any use. My entire body was trembling despite my efforts to calm myself down. I didn't want Lucifer to know how terrified I was, or else he would use my fear against me. Still, the very thought of that made me afraid, and I only continued to panic with each second.    While Lucifer and Michael were focused on Dean, Castiel took his chance to catch them by surprise. "Hey! Assbutt!!" shouted, and threw flaming glass bottle of Holy Fire at Michael. Moments after it hit him, the archangel screamed and burst into flames, disappearing into thin air. Just the sight of it made me quiver, as I realized just how much we had gotten ourselves into.    Lucifer glared menacingly at Castiel, while Dean sent him a disappointed look. "Assbut?" he repeated.    "He'll be back, and upset." Castiel ignored him. "But you've got your five minutes."    "Castiel?"    We all looked at Lucifer, who was now closing the distance between him and Cas. My knuckles were white around my angel blade, and in my fear, I began stuttering the Lord's Prayer under my breath.    "Did you just Molotov my brother with Holy Fire?" he asked angrily.    Castiel's mouth quivered into a nervous smile. "Uh... no?" he stammered.    Lucifer stopped a few feet away from the angel. "No one dicks with my brother - but me." Seconds later, he snapped his fingers together.    Suddenly, Castiel exploded into a red mist. Pieces of him went flying everywhere, landing on me and Bobby, and hitting the front of the Impala.    "CAS!!" I screamed. My eyes were shut, trying to avoid looking at the remains of him surrounding me.    Lucifer smirked mischievously. "This is why you don't mess with an archangel's stuff."    I snapped. "You fucking BASTARD!!" I shouted. It had completely slipped my mind that this was still partially Sam, and not wholly Lucifer. I began to pull my angel blade from my coat pocket.    "Panda, NO!!" Dean's voice rang out, loud and clear - but I didn't listen. I had spend years with Castiel, listening to him, laughing with and at him, watching him hunt with Sam and Dean. He had been one of my closest family members, even though we never shared the same blood. He was important to me; and now, this selfish parasite that was infested into Sam had just demolished him, right in front of my eyes.    Angrily, I took the angel blade from my pocket and threw it at Lucifer.    "PANDORA!!" Dean shouted again.    The blade hit its mark, and perfectly. It landed right between Lucifer's eyebrows, causing him to stumble from the impact. For a second, I felt proud of my aim. Baseball practice really paid off, I guess. Then, as I realized what I had done, I was devastated. Not only did I hurt Lucifer, but Sam as well. I had probably ruined any chance of saving my brother that we had. I had killed Sam, and in that moment, I wished I could take the angel blade back.    However, despite having the blade lodged into his head, Lucifer steadied himself. He looked at me with a proud smirk. "Wish granted." he stated.    Before I could even register what he had meant, the blade was thrust from his forehead and straight into my throat. A painful, burning surge was sent into my chest -  I tried to scream, but all that came out were choking sounds. I grabbed my throat, instantly recognizing the warm, wet, red substance running through my fingers. I sank to my knees in shock, unable to tear my eyes away from the blood.    No...    In seconds, Bobby was kneeling on the ground behind me, trying to cradle my head and muttering empty words. "Panda, look at me - keep your eyes on me - you're ok - everything's gonna be fine - "    "Oh, what a shame..."        I met Sam's smiling face.    It's not him... It's not Sam... It's not Sam!!    "Sorry, Panda." he said, so sincerely.    It definitely sounded like Sam. It felt like it was Sam who had just slit my throat. So, in my half-dead state of mind, it was Sam, smirking at me, taunting me, watching me die.     In a snap, my head hit the cold ground, and I was staring at the grass and Dean's shoes. It was all so quick; I went from angry to panicked, the blood was quickly rising up into my mouth, and my mind was quick to black out.    And that was the last of it... for a while, at least. ---------------- Six hours later    I had been awake for quite some time, listening intently. I heard birds outside, faint chatter coming from a radio, and the sound of willows swaying in the wind. Strange, that I would hear such things, when I was dead. Unless I was in Heaven... did Heaven have birds and trees? I always imagined that there were, but that was before I had found out that angels were often jerks, and God wasn't home all the time. Still, where else would there be birds and trees? Certainly not Hell. Well, I thought, if I would actually open my eyes and check, I would know where I was. However, I didn't want to open my eyes. No matter how beautiful my Heaven or how awful my Hell may be, I didn't want to accept that I was dead. Not to mention, I'd probably be alone where I was. I remembered the slit in my throat, the dull feeling of my head hitting the ground... but after that, I couldn't explain what I felt. There was definitely a memory after I blacked out, but the only word I could use to describe it was... nothing. Non-existent, was more of an understandable term, though no one could understand it unless they had felt it.    But now, I was in... Heaven? Right? Or Hell? I knew I had moved on to one of those places, because I felt something. I was lying down, and the scent of dust and grease filled my nose. Where would I be where they would have dust? I thought. Hell, probably... but is this as bad as Hell gets? What about the sounds of the birds and the radio and the wind? Where's the fire and the torture and the screaming? Maybe my Hell is just... not knowing where I am. Being forced to wander around for eternity, never understanding where I am or where I'm going, what'll happen to me, who I'll meet-    "Pandora?"    I stiffened at the sound of my name - more, at the voice that had said it. It was definitely Bobby's voice. But then, that would mean... he was dead too? And we were both in Hell? Or Heaven? In my confusion and fear, I forced myself to open my eyes.    I was greeted by the familiar living room of Bobby Singer, lying on his older-than-shit couch. He sat in front of me, his eyes filled with concern and caution. My thoughts were racing. Why is Bobby here? Where the Hell am I?! Where are Sam and Dean?!    "...Pandora?" he repeated after a while.    I stared at Bobby with wide eyes, as I felt my heartbeat pounding in my chest. It was strange to hear his voice; it felt as if I were hearing it for the very first time, though I knew that wasn't true. For a moment, I faltered. "Are... are we...?"    "No," he replied, "we're very much alive. This ain't Heaven."    I slowly processed his words. "Hell?"    "Afraid not."        That's not possible... I thought. "But- " The words were hard to say. "-but I died. He... he slit my throat."    "Cas healed you and Dean, right before he left."    "Cas is alive?!" I sat upright on the couch, disbelief plain on my face. Despite being dead a few hours earlier, my body was strangely full of energy. "So... so it must have worked? The plan that Dean had?"    He hesitated for a bit. "Well... you see- "    "Wait, why did Cas leave?" I asked. There were so many questions in my head. Mainly, how Cas was somehow revived from the dead, but also, why he would take off right after he had been blown to bits.    "Said he had business up in Heaven." Bobby replied.    "Alright, that's fair..." I tried to calm myself down and process everything that was going on: Cas died, I died, Sam somehow got Lucifer back into the cage... so we were alright? Despite the adrenaline still pumping in my veins from earlier, we should be okay?    "Where's Dean?" I asked.    Bobby didn't reply. He was staring at the wall behind me, avoiding the question. Panic struck me at his response    "Where's Dean?!" I said again, a bit impatient.    A sigh escaped his lips. "He's gone, too."    I bit my lip as my emotions took over my mind. "What do you mean... gone? Like, 'I'll be back' gone, or... 'I won't be back'?" I chocked, thinking about what could have happened to him.    "Well, he ain't dead." Bobby said, matter-of-factly, and I sighed in relief. "But he ain't coming back either, Panda."    Anger now replaced any emotion I had beforehand. "Why? What does that mean?! And where the Hell did he go? Why would he leave us behind, just like that?"    "He left a note."    I scoffed. "Yeah, leave a note, that will fix everything." Bobby sighed again, before motioning towards a sticky note on the table.    I bit my lip. An indirect message - not a good sign. Panda- I know you're probably mad that all I left was a note - I just didn't want to make this harder than it had to be. If I told you what I was doing in person, you wouldn't have let me go. The fight's over. It's all over. Satan's back in Hell with Michael, and Sam- well, Sam is gone too. And I'm sorry to say that so am I. This is your chance to start a new life, to be a normal human being. You can put hunting behind you and pretend none of this had ever happened. If you ever wanted to start a family, go back to school - here's your chance. I'm going back to take care of Lisa and Ben, to try and live the life I was never given the chance to start. I'm done with hunting. My family is now my first priority. But if you ever need me, you'll know where to find me. -Dean    "He wants you to know that he left you here for your own good." Bobby said, never looking me in the eyes. "To keep you out of trouble."    My head was shaking as I read the note over and over, tears stinging the edges of my eyes. "That's it?" I said angrily. "He just dumps me on your couch for you to take care of, and then drives off to live with Lisa?! I've been hunting with him for how long? And he suddenly thinks that I need protection?" I was fuming; " 'My family is now my first priority.' Who does he think is his family?! Apparently, not you or me, who fought next to him for a good chunk of his life. Apparently it's this fling he had a few years ago?!"    "Pandora, I'm hurt by it just as much as you are." Bobby said. "But you gotta understand, Dean's right. He never got to live a normal life because of the way John treated him; he should be allowed to have this much."    I shook my head. "I just don't understand how he could leave us behind like that. Family isn't just the person you have feelings for, family is the people who would risk their lives multiple times just to make sure you live to see another day."    Bobby fell silent and stared at his hands in his lap. I was still furious over Dean's note, rereading it again, hoping that I would get some form of relief from it. But it only made me more angry. "I didn't get bitten by a vampire and save his ass for nothing. I didn't go through those stupid Djinn hallucinations for nothing. I did it because I knew he would do the same for me." I slammed the note back onto the table in anger. "Or so I thought."    Bobby quickly spoke up. "Panda, you know he still cares about you. You're practically his sister."    "Then why did he leave?!" I screamed. Bobby jumped in his seat at my outburst, but had nothing to say. I fell back down on the sofa, resting my head in my hands. "And what about Sam?" I asked. "Did he leave with Dean? Did he give up on hunting too?! He would have been livid if he knew what Dean was doing! He wouldn't have let his brother just walk off, Sam wouldn't do that! Where is he?!"    Bobby was silent all throughout my rant. His eyes moved from mine to the floor, and he sighed.    A sick, twisted feeling suddenly rose in my stomach. "Bobby, where's Sam?" I managed to whisper the words out, but I had a vague idea of what the answer would be.    Bobby looked back at me sadly. "Panda... Sam didn't make it."    I knew he would say that. I knew it was going to be bad - we had expected that Sam wouldn't survive from the beginning, and had accepted it. But knowing that he was dead was a whole different feeling. My mind was screaming with agony, and I wanted to cry as loud and as long as I could. But I forced myself to swallow it all, and instead stared at the floor. If I looked at Bobby, I knew I would fall apart.    "So we didn't win?" I stammered, fighting the bile that threatened to rise into my throat. "Lucifer got to Sam?"    "Well, not exactly..." Bobby said. "Lucifer is back in the cage, but only because Sam..." he choked on his own words. "He threw himself in there with him." His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Adam - well, Michael, should I say - fell in the cage too."    As Bobby was telling me all this, I chuckled. I don't know why I did, and I was appalled at myself for doing it. Bobby looked at me, astonished just as much as I was, as to why I would laugh in such a time. It was more of a nervous laughter - my body's own response to sorrow, an attempt my mind was making to try and cheer myself up. But I only felt like shit for giggling, and I wanted to stop.        "Panda, you alright?" Bobby asked.    Looking into his eyes, I noticed that tears were just about to fall from them - and I felt sick. I couldn't hold back my own emotions, and I began to sob. I was still in shock and disbelief that I had died (as anyone would be), and that I had been revived from death. And when I woke up, everyone had left; one was torn from me, and the other two abandoned me. What the Hell am I supposed to do when that happens? Did Dean and Castiel expect me to feel happy that I was alone? And did they not feel any guilt, leaving Bobby here alone to tell me what had happened? I mean, Dean couldn't even stay to tell me that his fucking brother had died?! Was I stupid enough to believe that he would actually take a bullet for me?    Bobby began to choke on his own sobbing. "Pandora, we're gonna get through this- "    I ignored him, instead leaving the room in a hurry. He called out my name frantically, but I ignored him. I ran into the guest bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. My head throbbed with anger and confusion, questions were racing through my mind... I was crushed. I was alone. But if Castiel and Dean truly believed that I could survive alone, then I was going to do just that. I wasn't going to care anymore. I was going to accept that the Winchesters and I were never as close as I thought we were - nowhere near as close. I was going to be by myself, be independent - I never relied on them all that much, but now, I was going to be completely and utterly on my own. And I wasn't going to regret anything.    Except... Only that I never got to say goodbye. ---------------- Three hours later        With a frustrated sigh, I finally was able to get my suitcase closed. I had stuffed all of the extra clothes and necessities that I always kept at Bobby's, including an old picture of me and my dad - I never knew why I hung onto it, since it didn't make me happy. There was also a small bird made of elm wood that Sam had carved for me - or, had attempted to, anyways. He knew how much of an avid fan I was of Edgar Allen Poe, so for my eighteenth birthday, he tried to carve a raven for me. We all agreed to just call it a 'bird' and ignore the fact that it barely even resembled that. Next to it, I had stuffed a compass that Dean gave me. He had no reason to, except that he found it during a hunt and believed he was too good for using it. Still, it held some significance to me - it was the only thing Dean had ever given me that wasn't also accredited to Sam. Along with those things, I packed my pocket bible, some extra rock salt, a copy of Jane Eyre (my favorite), and an extra hand gun I had kept hidden from the boys. Lord knows they would have never trusted me with anything again if they knew I had one of my own.    Lastly, I put on Dean's old Commander Slub Twill jacket that I most definitely did not steal, and tucked my angel blade into my belt loop. I was finally ready to get out of here.    Don't get me wrong - I wasn't taking Dean's advice to begin a life that I was never able to have. The life of an Average Joe sounded completely dull to me, and the last thing I wanted to do at the moment was follow orders from Dean. I just wanted to get away from the wreck that had been left behind. I could keep hunting monsters and just completely forget the whole first twenty years of my life. Well... somethings wouldn't be forgotten, of course, like all the knowledge I had learned about hunting from Sam, and my so-so combat skills from Dean. Also, Bobby taught me plenty about which beer is the best to drink after killing which creature. Those were precious memories I planned to hold for life.    Quietly, I pattered down the staircase, carrying my single bag of luggage and avoiding the creaky spots. One last glance around the house, one last peek at the cluttered bookshelves and dusty furniture... it wasn't at all difficult to say goodbye. My home had always been in the back seat of the Impala (or the front, if Sam didn't feel like fighting me for it) and in old motels. However, an easy goodbye didn't make me feel any better. I felt empty, almost as though I was walking through a dream and just waiting for the moment where I would wake up to my normal life.    "You gonna leave a note for me?"    I jumped; in the kitchen, Bobby was sitting at the table, head in his hands, his back to me. There were several empty beer bottles on the table, including a few pictures scattered beside them. It looked as though he hadn't moved since I fled the living room earlier, save getting up to get the beer.    "You didn't lose everyone, Panda." He turned to face me, and I noticed his eyes were red and swollen from crying. "I'm still here. I didn't leave you."    A pang of guilt struck me right in the gut. I hadn't even thought about what leaving would do to Bobby - I had just assumed that he didn't need me, just like Dean and Cas had figured. If I left him here now, all alone... I would be no better then those two. I'd be doing exactly the same as they were doing to me, and Bobby didn't deserve that.    But what was the other option? If I stayed, what would my future be? Watching old television programs with Bobby, killing a ghost every now and then, drinking beer, working on cars... It was sickening just to think about it, that my life wouldn't progress into anything.    "I have to go, Bobby." I said, although I didn't believe it myself. "You know that, I can't stay here."    "Why not?" he asked, his voice quivering.    I hesitated with my answer. "I don't belong here anymore. The fight's over, there's nothing to do now. I need to move on."    "Why does moving on have to mean leaving me?" His head was once again resting in his hands.    "Because I need to go somewhere in life. I need to do something, or I'll just spend the rest of my life rotting away in this old shack." I didn't mean for my words to sound so harsh; then again, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to make it easier for Bobby to let me go, by making his last memory of me a sour one.    "Alright..." He took a sip of his beer, refusing to look at me. "Then go." he said. "Leave, go find a better life. If you ever come back, promise me you'll toss out my rotten corpse."    I bit my lip; it was painful to hear him say that. But what did I expect? Wasn't this a better goodbye than one filled with empty promises to return one day? Wasn't it better then staying here at all? "I'm sorry, Bobby."    "Don't try to sweeten your words, you already spat them out." he said coldly.    I faltered at the scorn in his voice. If I walk out now, this will be my last memory of Bobby. I could stay and try to be his family, since he has no one else. I could try-    "Why are you still standing there?" he asked, raising his voice. "If you're gonna leave me, then leave! Just get out already!!" He raised an empty beer bottle and threw it in my direction.    I quickly dodged it and let it crash against the front door. Panic filled my chest as the shards of glass fell around me, and I was shaking with fear and anger. Feeling his words in the core of my chest, I dashed through the front door into the pouring rain, letting the wind breaker slam behind me. My eyes were hot with tears as I ran - I need to get away. I couldn't stand this - the entire day had been so awful, and it had all started and ended at Bobby's place. I just had to escape it, and I didn't care where I would end up. I just had to leave it all behind.    "FUCK YOU DEAN!!" I screamed, and threw my bag down. "AND FUCK YOU CAS!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU BOTH!!" I let my emotions take over me as I pulled out Dean's compass and, with perfect aim, chucked it right through the window of a nearby, broken-down Chevy. "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR DISGUSTING FACES AGAIN!!" As I stepped back after my throw, I slipped in the muddy ground and landed on my back, knocking the wind right out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration and... screamed. I just screamed. I couldn't think of anything else to do or to say. Castiel and Dean didn't just leave, they took everything I had.    "Because all I had was you two and Sam!!" I shouted again. Whether Cas could hear me or not, I didn't care.    I opened my eyes and sat up. My clothes, now soaking, were beginning to make me shiver, and I had to start walking before the rain got any worse. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bobby. He was staring at me from the kitchen window, a beer bottle in his hand. I stared back, neither angry at him nor ashamed of myself. I just stared. Get one good look at him before you leave him to dry out on his own. Did he hate me now?    Suddenly, I remembered a friend I had in Bar Harbor, Maine. Lena. She was a good soul, although careless, but I knew she would let me in if I asked for her help. Deciding that was the best place to stay in my current situation, stood up and wiped the rain from my eyes. I made sure to avoid meeting Bobby's stare again, instead glaring at the road before me. Leaving the embers of those burned memories behind, along with Dean's compass, I set out towards my new destination.    It was going to be a long walk.

Teacher meeting.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys but I’m trash and after I saw this post in @papi-chulo-bucky ‘s blog I couldn’t stop myself and I wrote this. yes, dishonour on my cow. Anyway, I hope you all like it! Feel free to comment and send me requests!

Also, in this AU! Bucky does not have a metal arm.

Warnings: Language, mild choking, spanking, unprotected sex (Use a condom kids!), Oral sex (F. rec), Dom! both reader and Bucky. Only 18+. If you’re a minor, go away.

Pairing: Au!Single dad Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Words: 2,294

You sighed and hurried, watching the school at the end of the street. Your daughter was following you, calmer than you were. You were late thanks to your damn boss, who had been an asshole as usual. 

“Emily...do you think you’ll mind if we run?” you asked to your eight years old daughter who laughed.

“The last one buys cookies!”

She started to run and you shouted as her, calling her cheater. You regreted immediately your decision as your lungs started to burn and you coughed several times while Emily was waiting for you, unaffected.

“You owe me cookies” she said, pointing at you with her index finger, smiling proudly and you raised your hands, not sure if you could speak. You took her hand and followed her inside the building.

The halls were full of parents and their children chatting keenly. It was that evening in which parents went to the building to hear about their children and their marks. You kind of hated it. You hated the way some parents would look down at other parents just because they were richer/more important/their kids had better marks/whatever they had decided.

Some of those parents had their own friendship in which they just gossiped about others. One of your best friends, Natasha, knew this and you didn’t know how, but she did. You had earned their dislike as you didn’t kiss their asses.

“Mum, Charlotte and George are there. See ya’ later!”

She didn’t even waved her hand and you sighed, smiling. Your little girl was growing up. You turned on your heels and entered the classroom, where several parents were sitting on the chairs. You saw Natasha and she hurried to hug you, crushing you until you were whining. 

You had met Natasha during your time in high school. After that you lost contact and years later you two reunited, your friendship stronger than ever. You even had raised your children as if they were siblings.

You greeted her husband Sam and your friend Steve, who kissed your cheeks. By his side, grabbing his jeans, was his daughter Peggy. You smiled at her and she blushed, hiding behind her dad, making you to giggle.

“Hey, do you know Emily’s outside?”

Peggy’s eyes lightened up and ran. Steve observed the way his daughter disappeared, mocking sadness. You poked at him, jockingly, trying to calm him when the teacher, Mr. Stark, came in, making all the parents to sit down like obedient students.

You knew Tony too. He had been one of your mates during schools and when you came back with Emily you discovered he was there, being a Math teacher. He cleared his throat and was about to speak when hurried steps were heard on the hall. 

And there he was. 

You mouth went dry as you saw him, running his hands down his hair in an attempt to get it done. He cleared his throat and closed his blue blazer, which matched his piercing blue eyes and smiled.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark”

“At least you are here, Mr. Barnes. Please, sit down” said Tony politely and the man nodded. 

His gaze went over the classroom and he found the free seat by your side, making you to swallow. Natasha leant against you and whispered.

“You got the jackpot, honey” 

You nudged her on the ribs and she chuckled, making Tony to look at her and raise his eyebrow. Natasha shrugged and he went on the speech about the year and what the group had accomplish when he sat by your side, smiling at you. You greeted at him doing a gesture with your head and turned to the front.

You had met James Barnes at the beginning of the year. He had moved with his daughter Anna and you knew he was a single father, just as you were a single mother. He was a loving father who brought Anna to school everyday and you had seen in his eyes how much he loved her. 

James Barnes was also one of the sexiest men you had ever seen. The way he walked down the halls and his blue eyes stared at you made your legs shaky and jelly-like. And you were not the only one. Other women had their eyes fixed on him. 

The occasions in which you had talked to him or he had come to your home  — Emily was a good friend of Anna — your mind had wandered to ask yourself how would it be like to fuck him. 

Stop it, you had told yourself, trying to keep your mild cold. Which, to be honest, was hard, taking into account James sometimes flirted with you —That’s what Natasha said.

“Hi” he whispered and you smiled, nodding at him while faking all your attention was fixed on Tony. “How’s Emily?”

“She’s fine. She was playing with her friends”

“I saw her. Anna let my hand go. Are they this insensible?” You chuckled and nodded, looking at him sympathetically.

“Just wait ‘till she brings home her boyfriend or girlfriend” You shrugged and James made a grimace, hitting his forehead with the desk. 

Time passed and you tried to suppress the yawns. You loved Tony but he loved more his voice as he spoke so all of you were tired and keen to finish. You fingers started to fumble with your dress, unconsciously. When you turned, you found Bucky’s gaze fixed on you and your fingers. His lip was trapped under his teeth and his eyes found yours.

Oh, my...

A moan almost slipped out your lips but you controlled it. His blue eyes had disappeared and his dark pupils were observing you, lustful and passionate. You swallowed hard and noticed all the parents were standing up except for Sam and Natasha. James placed a note on your desk before leaving and you took it between your fingers. The rest of you left the room and went to the halls, where the kids were playing. 

You looked at your wrist’s watch and watched as James was talking to Steve. The children came running and hugged their parents. Emily looked at you and you kissed her forehead.

“Mum, can I show them the new book you bought me?”

“Sure, honey” you muttered, smiling brightly as the kids ran away as their parents laughed. You turned to unfold the note, reading James’ elegant handwriting.

Meet me in the janitor’s closet, Doll

The nickname made your thighs to clenched and you looked around you, looking for James but he was nowhere seen. You excused yourself to Steve and the other parents, asking him to have a look on Emily and he gave you thumbs up.

You travelled down the different halls until you found one specially empty. Only one classroom was being used and you let a shay breath escape your lips, walking towards the closet. Your hand grabbed the knot.

Wait, what are you doing?

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes, walking in front of the door. Before you could regret it, you opened the door and rushed inside, closing behind you. Darkness surrounded you and you sighed.

“I started to think you wouldn’t come” You jumped slightly at you heard his low voice. He lighted up the flashlight of the phone, placing it on a shelf and he smirked as he saw you, his gaze observing your whole body. “I thought I had mistaken you and I had to stop talking to you”

You both laugh and you noticed how easy was to talk to him and how you had enjoyed being in his company. You remembered when Anna came to your house to have dinner and James had joined it. He took several steps and you felt your back pressed against the door. His nose grazed yours and you shivered, his long fingers caressing your naked arms. James took your bag and let it on the floor, looking at you.

“Are you sure?”

"I’ve been wanting this for a long time...”you muttered and he chuckled, looking at you and kissing your nose His touch was like a feather.

“Tell me more”

“Some days I thought to bring you to my house just to find out how was fucking you”

James stared at you and growled, cupping your cheeks and slamming his lips against yours. It wasn’t delicate nor sweet. It was rough, passionate. His teeth took your bottom lip and you moaned, licking his upper one. He smirked  and his left hand was against your neck, impeding any movement. 

“Bad girl...comin’ here to fuck a single dad...”

“It was your note...” you whispered and he chuckled, running his nose down your jaw, closing his eyes at the smell of your perfume. His lips grazed your neck and you hissed when his teeth digged on your skin. “Shhh, Doll...You don’t want them to hear you, did you?”

You shook your head and he muttered a good girl before licking the lovebite he had left. He kiss and licked your collar bone and his fingers lifted your t-shirt and his face buried in the valley of your breasts, kissing the skin. Your hands tugged his long hair and he growled as you made him to look at you.

“Touch me” you ordered and he bit his lips, his hands flied to the cups of your bra and pushed your breasts up. The cool air made your nipples to get hard and James got on his knees and palmed the flesh, rolling his thums on your nipples. Your back arched and you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds. James chuckled and put a nipple inside his mouth, his tongue caressing it.

You tighs clench, looking for some friction and James put your denim shorts and rubbed his nose against your clothed core. You swallowed and touch his hair, tugging it.

“We don’t have time...”you muttered and James smiled at you, his long fingers going down your slit, making you to jump. He separated your legs as much as he could and rolled down your underwear, diving into your core.

“Let me take care of you, Doll...”

His tongue licked your folds and your eyes shut, your mouth open. His lips got attached to your clit and his tongue made circles on it. His hands toyed with your nipples and you tried your best to keep quiet. 

Your hand grabbed his long hair and pulled it, forcing him to look at you, his blue eyes piercing you. James smirked and your nails digged on his scalp, making him to slap your ass. You whine and you legs started to shake. Your whole body felt like burning. Your back arched as the knot in your stomach grew wider. 

You heard the voices of parents on the hall and you bit your bottom lip, shushing yourself. You tried to move but James kept you in your place, licking your clit. When he placed two fingers inside you and moved them you started to shake, letting yourself go.

Your breath was faltering as you tried to come down from your orgasm and James stood up, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking at you. You dragged him towards you, grabbing the back of his neck. His lips crashed against yours and you helped him lower his jeans and he turned you, your palms against the door.

“If you make a sound, if you move...I’ll stop, leaving you horny and frustrated” 

You swallowed, knowing he would dare to do it. His chest was on your back and you noticed the way it moved while breathing. James bit your earlobe and the tip pressed against your entrance. You growled and he moved further.

“God! Doll, you feel so good...so tight...” he hissed as you took his length completely. You wiggled your hips, muttering, hurrying him. He moved away and slammed you. James covered your mouth and your moan was muffled. “Shhh, Doll...keep quiet”

Your nails scratched the door as his hips met yours. He thrusted in a slow pace as you swung your waist. He groaned and slapped your ass with his free hand, grabbing your cheeks after that. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin and the soft moans the James let go. He started a relentless pace and his hand went to circle your clit, making you to cry softly.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry” you whispered and he slammed you again. His free hand gripped your hip, probably leaving bruises. His while body tensed when you clenched your walls, your second orgasm going over you. He bit your shoulder and you felt him spilling inside you.

You both stayed like that, trying to catch your breaths and you pointed at your bag. He reached it and you cleaned yourself with a tissue.Once you were fully dressed and more or less presentable, you peeped and went out once the hall was empty. 

You two reached your daughters’ classroom and Emily ran towards you. You rubbed her hair and you laughed, noticing her cookies.

“Steve bought us cookies!” You looked at him with a brow raised and he shrugged.

“She won’t have dinner, Rogers” you said threatening and he raised his arms, causing the children to laugh. When Emily noticed James behind you, she shouted.

“Bucky!” He lifted her in the air, laughing as he twirled. James kissed her cheek and left her on her feet. 

“Mom, can we keep it?”

You froze at your daughter’s ask and you felt yourself getting pale. You swallowed as Natasha raised her eyebrow, pointing at your neck. Bucky laughed softly and placed a hand around your waist, making you warm and comfortable.

“We’ll see, young warrior. We’ll see”

We need to talk about 13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why (2017): Receiving a 9.1 on imdb and bucketloads of media attention, this new Netflix release has earned a place on everyone's ‘to-watch list’ as it seems like we all want to know what the big deal is about a show that retraces the steps of a suicidal 17 year old.

Quick, Non Spoliery Synopsis by Yours Truly:

A 17 year old girl; Hannah Baker organises the circulation of 13 self-recorded tapes before slitting her arms and killing herself in her family bathtub. These tapes make their way through 10 of her friends, ex’s and enemies, each identifying the particular person and their wrongdoing in order, before reaching her shy crush Clay’s doorstep. Her rules say that he must listen to all of the tapes detailing why she killed herself and pass them on to the person who follows him. WIth each tape revealing intimate secrets about Hannah and Clay’s classmates, we follow him in his struggle to understand who this girl really was when she was alive, how she was treated by those she trusted and most importantly; why Hannah Baker killed herself.

Having just binged the whole 13 episodes over two disgustingly wet and cold days with my sister, i think I have a pretty good idea about what goes down.

I hope you’re ready because I’m about to tell you what I think of this story as a teenager in this modern world. And since there are 13 sides to every story I want to tell mine.

I want to be honest here and start off by saying in an almost critical way, that there were a lot of things about this show that I didn’t like at all. I’m not saying that I was forced to watch all 13 episodes against my will, I just think that sometimes there are only a few things that TV shows need to keep you coming back.

Unanswered questions are one of those things, so so many questions which I personally need to have answered by a show, before it slowly drives me insane and I have to look up a spoiler synopsis..

But who wants to cheat TV shows when you may as well just watch them? Hell, if i can sit through 7 years of the Pretty Little Liars mystery, then I had faith that I could sit through 13 episodes, and I did. My main questions centred around the tapes, specifically; what on earth did Clay do to make him partly ‘responsible’ for Hannah’s death?

So many things to question and discuss but really where to begin?

Let’s put ‘7 things that really grind my gears’(1 for each of the tapes of course) into a list and see how I go before this become a sad, sad rant.

*Disclaimer* I did actually enjoy the show overall so please keep this in mind with what you see below

1: When Clay begins to irk me, the other characters and the entire human species Portrayed by Dylan Minnette, (who believe it or not, has played a character named Clay before, WTF) Clay Jensen is a socially awkward yet well liked student who can hold a place on the school’s honour board yet cannot hold a conversation with a girl. His cringey yet endearing nature promotes him as a lovable protagonist, an innocent light in the darkness of an extremely tough situation. I found myself quite often taking his side in the show and totally rooting for his character.

Despite this, Clay’s loyalty and love for Hannah often poses as quite irritating and almost unrealistic (even if he was a sensitive guy) considering the way she treats him. Throughout the whole debacle, so many accuse Hannah of being dramatic, selfish and attention seeking. Clay however. seems to believe 95% of the time that she was some perfect being who could do no wrong in the world, that the responsibility for killing herself could not have been her own. Of course I am aware of looking at someone through rose coloured glasses when youre keen on them but, to put it bluntly; you’d think that might change when they die.

2: The fact that Clay has like zero close friends yet everyone seems to like him

Everyone who has ever been to high school knows that you need a solid few close friends to bounce back on, who you can trust. There is often a reason therefore that people don’t have any, usually the fact that nobody likes them. This just causes the whole plot idea to make no sense, because everyone at the school seemed to really like Clay. With the exception of Tony who he rarely sees anyway, Clay never had anyone to hang out with before or after school or even at lunchtime, unless of course it was someone he had a ‘school project’ with.

3: The ‘jock crowd’

So most of the jock crowd, who of course run the school, are in the basketball team and are therefore given a leeway that most students aren’t. It makes complete sense for them to stick together, just as they do in every other US teen drama. Their group dynamic however has a small cult vibe to it  that is simply unsettling. These guys do everything together, support each other in fights, follow each other on their dates and supposedly tell each other everything. For some reason this group also includes the dorky class president and resident sadboi with unmatching hair and eyebrows. Now I’m not disputing that this couldnt happen irl because everyone has the right to befriend whoever they want, it just seems to me that these personalities together would clash. We all know they are together at the ‘present time’ because of the tapes, but for previous times, im just not buying it. Perhaps the writers couldn’t be bothered creating separate groups for each of those targeted on the tapes and introducing more characters into the 13 episodes created.

4: Is there no other girls at Liberty High?????

The jock crowd as specified above hold the place as the most sought after students in the High School yet it seems as though the only girls that exist to them are Hannah and Jessica. What happened to the entire cheer squad or the whole student body? Are these 2 new girls so amazing that no other girl could be considered an option? It seems almost like some game of musical chairs, except the chairs are the boys and Jessica and Hannah end up on a different lap every time the music stops.

5: WHo the fuck does Courtney think she is?

If you got through all 13 episodes without dedicating a split second of anger towards Courtney Crimsen then bravo my friend because this character literally drove me up the wall. Props to actress Michele Ang I suppose because this bitch fired me up real bad. Ever heard of the phrase ‘Dead men tell no tales’ well clearly Courtney disagrees, 100% hell bent on convincing everyone that Hannah was lying in the tapes so that she could continue living in denial of her sexual preference. Continually pushing Hannah onto the dirt road to get hit by whatever was coming her way there is zero surprise that she made her way onto the tapes, the selfish bitch that she is. (Speaking of Courtney) Netflix also needs to be a bit more careful about their wardrobe choices in such a recent Riverdale episode and season release of this show perhaps?

6: Zach DID NOTHING WRONG

Poor, sweet Zach. A whole episode and tape side that started with just one heated conversation in the cafeteria- where he juST wanted to go on a date with Hannah??? Of course at this point Hannah was not in a good place, so any small prank becomes a national disaster- but how was he to know before she gave him the letter of explanation. A letter which, considering his home and friend situation, he could not go to anyone for help with, especially if he feared that it would be telling Hannah’s secret. Zach really just reacted how 90% of teenagers would; he froze, he didnt know how to act, so he did nothing.

This is what got me about like half of the characters on the tapes, most of them just acted out of fear and didnt know what else to do, yet Hannah seemed to expect so much more from them. Which brings me to my final bullet point on the list;

7: Hannah fucking Baker

Where do I even start? It’s a really touchy subject to address; her character really annoyed me-I guess she really annoyed herself as well, considering her fate. Hannah at the end of the series is completely lost, she’s got so much on her shoulders and believes that there is no other way to turn. But Hannah at the beginning, I couldnt stand her. She had so much going for her yet she let every single obstacle get her down, none of her friends were good enough, all of the boys offended her, every tiny issue became a national disaster. I can’t help but think that if she hadn’t cared so much perhaps she might have found a way to work through her struggles without turning to the last resort. But i get it, this isnt a show about getting through problems and happy endings, it’s all about worse case scenarios. This is why Hannah does and says what she does, so that the situations can be both relatable and believable- for if Hannah gets torn up about high school rumours, then sexual assault and car accidents would be unbearable without professional help. I understand this now as I look at the plot as a whole, but during, oh hell that girl needed a slap into reality. Just watch it, you’ll understand.

Don’t get me wrong though, there were also a lot of things that I liked about 13 reasons why.

-I loved the cassette tapes; a timeless way of recording and listening to anything, a much appreciated throwback in such a modern show

-I loved Tony who I think we can all agree does not look 17 but I’m not complaining, so sweet and such a good friend/person (and i loved his car of course)

-I loved how sweet and loving Clay was. As an eternally single pringle, my heart leapt for his cute crushing, even if it did become tiring

-I loved the almost vintage feel to the cinematography, the colours and shots almost dulled to the tone

-I loved how the concept of rape was not only addressed, but focused on as well as the idea of consent. Whilst these scenes may have been almost uncomfortable, they were necessary and extremely powerful.

-I loved how the show centered around outsiders, the quiet and socially awkward, the unusual characters and their interaction with the well known highschool stereotypes.

-Most of all, I loved how the show displayed how suicide destroys so many more than the person who died. Friends and family may never recover, forever question what they could have done differently, some also led to further suicides. 

It’s a hard topic but I am so glad that it is being talked about, even if there are disagreements because at least it is now out in the open. I personally believe that suicide is an incredibly selfish act which I understand that many people could disagree with.  I get it, I’ve never stepped into shoes like that and that’s fine, but i know for sure that if anyone in my life chose to end theirs then it would absolutely destroy me- just as the strongly portrayed characters were torn apart. 

Let me know what you think.

The Art of Being Nonchalant (Or Not) / Chapter Eight

I got up from the armchair, grabbed the letter I just wrote and headed towards the portrait hole, intent on finally getting some answers from grandad. I just hoped he’d actually answer my letter. Contemplating if I should’ve also written to Ethan, I decided against it. If he was still on a mission, it was doubtful he’d be reachable.

James and Fred got up and started following me as I neared the portrait hole, clutching the bit of parchment in my hand.

“Where are the two of you going?” asked Ash, cocking an eyebrow at them.

Fred gave her a sly grin, “We have some…business to attend to.” James started chortling at that and he winked at me before they went out the portrait hole. We walked together down the staircase in silence, James occasionally checking the Marauder’s Map, but as we came to the fourth floor, they continued down the stairs, waving at me while I made my way through the corridors towards the West Tower and the Owlery.

The castle seemed deserted as I walked through the empty corridors and climbed the tower. It seemed a lot of people were lounging outside, catching the last bits of sunlight and relatively warm weather before autumn rolled around with the usual heavy rains and cold winds.

My mind was filled with thoughts about the fucking article, but, as I climbed higher and higher, I put those thoughts away, imagining what grandad’s face would look like if he ever caught me believing anything written by Rita Skeeter. I would send this letter and not think about it until I got a response.

The Owlery was empty when I got there so I only had the owls for company, most of them asleep. I looked around to see if I could spot Antigone, hoping that she wasn’t sleeping. I didn’t have to look far because she was almost at eye-level with me, her yellow eyes looking at me expectantly. I took out some owl treats from my pocket and offered them to her. Antigone hooted happily as she flew over, landing on the empty perch next to me. She ate the treats and held out her leg so I could tie the letter. I stroked her feathery head and with another hoot, she flew away through one of the windows, soon becoming just a speck in the distance.

I leaned out the window opening and looked at the grounds below to see Dom, unmistakable for anyone else with her shimmering silver hair, walking towards Hagrid’s hut, most likely to look in on Quickclaw. She must’ve been in better spirits than earlier if she was up for walking around instead of being buried in our dorm with all the curtains closed, which is what she was doing before I left the common room. Squinting, I could just make out Sean following behind her, looking somewhat like a lost puppy, carrying a bucket. I didn’t think he realised what he got himself into when he decided to date Dom.

As I descended the stairs of the Owlery, I could hear someone coming up and after a while, I came face to face with Nicholas Osborne. He was taller than me but I was two steps higher. He sneered when he saw me and I felt the anger I always carried around for the bloody git bubbling up inside me, coupled heavily with all the bottled up feelings I usually kept well hidden in the depths of my mind.

“Well, if it isn’t Quinn Jones! Your parents split up yet?” he asked and leaned on the wall, barring me from passing him, his haughty face splitting into a huge grin, obviously enjoying himself at having me cornered. What a fucking idiot.

My eyes turned to slits as I frowned at him, “Only fucking idiots read Rita Skeeter. You’re her second biggest fan, right? Can’t beat her own niece, sadly,” I sighed and shook my head, “Isn’t it hilarious your fanboying is yet another thing a girl does better than you?” I mocked him, fully appreciating how the ugly red colour spread out from his neck to his face. You could always rely on Osborne to be riled with a mere mention of a girl being better at something than him.

“No, then?” he continued, a repulsive leer forming on his face as he looked me over, “I’d have thought your mum would’ve been ditched for sure after getting it on with half her team…Can’t blame the team, though, I wouldn’t mind a piece of that –”

My hands formed into angry fists without me even realising until it was too late and I had already punched him with all the power I could muster and sent him sprawling down the last couple of stairs. I was furious but the audible crunch I heard when my fist connected with his face gave me little satisfaction. I suddenly appreciated my boxing sessions a lot more.

“What the fuck?” another voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs and I descended from the tower. Jax Wood was standing over Osborne with a curious expression on his face, leaning over Osborne, who was clutching his face and groaning, a jet of blood trickling down his shirt.

Jax looked up from Osborne to my smirking face and started to laugh, nearly doubling over and clutching his sides. When I remembered that we were standing in the middle of a corridor, I grabbed his hand and started to run, dragging him with me until we came to the tapestry of Ignatia Wildsmith. I pulled it aside and entered the secret passageway it was hiding, Jax following close behind me. We were both gasping for breath, though Jax was still laughing, apparently unable to stop himself.

“You,” he started, slowly getting his laughter under control and looking at me in wonder, “You broke his nose!”

I shrugged my shoulders and frowned, “He bloody well deserved it. Wanker.” Realising my fist hurt, I turned it over and saw that my knuckles were red with Osborne’s blood. For a moment, I was tempted to smear it across my face, like a warrior coming out of a battle, but that would’ve been weird so I merely let it fall back and leaned against the wall.

“He’s an arsehole. But won’t he tell?” asked Jax, still grinning and running a hand through his dark blond hair, the action immediately reminding me of James. I smiled as I imagined the look on James’ face when I tell him about my escapade.

“Quinn?”

I turned to look at Jax and rolled my eyes, “Naah, Osborne would never admit a girl broke his nose. Especially me,” I said and a devilish grin spread across my face, “But he’s seriously deluded if he thinks I’m going to keep that particular bit of information to myself.”

Jax suddenly moved closer and took my bloody hand in his own, “You’re something else, Quinn.” He looked up from the hand he was holding and there was a hungry look in his dark blue eyes, a look I haven’t really seen before, his face usually smirking or casually flirting.

He was quiet as he put his other hand around my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, holding my head and leaning down, all the time looking into my eyes. With merely an inch between us, he stopped and I blinked, biting my lip, remembering last night, how I tried to comfort him and how we kissed, though it was only a casual kiss without any real meaning. Throwing reason and the fact that I’ve been steadily refusing him for a couple of years just because it was fun watching Jax Wood struggle with something, to the wind, my hands found their way into his hair and my lips found his own. It was all the incentive he needed as he pressed me against the wall, his hand finding the rim of my shirt and holding me around the waist, slowly teasing the exposed skin. My own hands ended up underneath his shirt, tracing his muscles, enjoying how he groaned when they found a particular spot.

His lips were rough as they kissed me, his stubble scratching my face, but I didn’t mind. Right now, I needed rough, needed something different, needed someone who would take me as I was, do things just for fun without all the drama. Someone who wasn’t Al.

Light spilt into the passage and Jax let out another groan at having been interrupted. A tiny girl, a first or second year by the looks of her, was blushing furiously and she ran away, leaving us in the semi-darkness once again. Jax leaned against the wall opposite, visibly flushed, staring at me.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me,” he croaked, his voice sounding hoarse, and he had a smug look on his face, “It’s the weekend after the next one.”

A mischievous grin made its way to my face and I walked up to him. Standing on my toes so I could reach him, I put a hand on his chest as I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Hogsmeade? I do think I have other plans for that particular trip…” I drawled and kissed his neck, “But just imagine…” another kiss and he shuddered, my hand travelling lower down his chest, “What happens if we meet in another abandoned corridor…” He caught my hand and I moved away from him slightly, still grinning. The feeling of power I held over him was overwhelming and I couldn’t look away from his tense face. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked away, looking at him over my shoulder, only to be met with a tortured look. He was going to have to stay in that passage for a little while.

I couldn’t stop grinning during the whole trip back to the Gryffindor common room with the horrible article temporarily out of my mind. It wasn’t Jax that made me happier than I’ve been lately, it was the way he looked at me, it was the fact that I liked feeling wanted, it was because I liked the way he kissed me. And hooking up with someone always made me feel better. Endorphins. It also helped that I managed to fucking break Osborne’s nose.

As I climbed through the portrait hole, I heard laughter from the common room and when I looked up I saw a crowd around Fred who was telling them something. James was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking into the fire with a frown and Ash was sitting next to him, holding her face in her hands but also laughing.

I walked over to the two of them and sat down in one of the empty armchairs.

“What’s with the crowd?” I asked, nodding my head in Fred’s general direction.

James looked at me with an angry expression on his face, “What were you doing with Wood?” When he said this, Ash buried her head behind a book.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Were you stalking me on the Map?”

He blushed, “I…No! I was looking at it because Fred and I were going back here and then I saw Osborne stopped you so I just wanted to…” He trailed off, avoiding my gaze. I chuckled and smiled at him, “You’re cute when you worry, but I swear to Merlin, you’re worse than Ethan sometimes. And, eww, you made me say the word cute. Now I have to swear at someone just to feel like myself again!”

James shook his head but turned serious again, “So, what were you doing with Wood?” Ash was looking at both of us over her book and Fred joined us, leaning against the fireplace, the crowd he was in now dispersed throughout the common room, even though their laughter could still be heard.

I raised my eyebrows at James, “He asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him after I punched fucking Osborne and broke his nose,” I raised my fist, turning it so the three of them could see the blood. Ash’s book fell to the floor and her mouth was open, forming a perfect O. Fred started laughing, much like Jax did, but James just stared at the blood, looking livid.

“You broke his nose?” Ash asked in wonder, causing Fred to howl with laughter at the question. James stood up, and before I could answer, took my hand and stared at it.

“What the fuck,” he started, in a voice so low I strained to hear him and he looked so very angry, “did he do to you?”

Noticing that other people were trying to listen to our conversation because Fred announced to the whole common room what happened, I shrugged, not wanting everyone to know how furious Osborne managed to make me, “Oh, he was…rude.” James seemed to get the idea because he let go of me and sat back down, though he continued to stare at me.

Ash twirled a strand of hair around her finger and wiggled her eyebrows, “So…Wood asked you out?” Fred wolf-whistled and I rolled my eyes.

“He did.”

“And? What did you say?” asked James, an even deeper frown forming on his face, “He’s the enemy, you know.”

“I don’t remember you having objections when I shagged the Ravenclaw Beater last year –”

“That was different! He’s not the –”

I raised my voice a little, stopping James from going into an anti-Jax campaign and glaring at him, “and anyway, I said I had other plans.” This rivalry between him and Jax was all well and good on the Quidditch Pitch but lately, James seemed to have given a whole new meaning to the word rivalry.

“You shagged Wood? And you didn’t tell me!” Dom shrieked from behind us, which meant that the whole common room heard her, causing another round of laughter and more gossip with numerous eyes peeled on me. I groaned as she sat down on the armrest next to me.

Fred looked very amused, “Wood asked her out, though I concur they might’ve shagged…But then again, I’d have thought Wood had a bit more stamina, Quinn wasn’t gone all that long…” he trailed off and scratched his chin, presumably thinking about Jax and his shagging technique. An ink bottle that was on the table next to James’ armchair cracked and the ink spilt all over the fluffy red carpet for no apparent reason. Ash waved her wand with a lazy flick and the ink disappeared. I looked around to see if anyone was practising spells nearby but there was no one. It must’ve been cracked already and came to its end date.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response. Since when were you so interested in Jax, anyway?” I asked Fred but he didn’t bother with an answer, he just laughed at me while Dom looked thoroughly disappointed.

Ziggy made his way towards the fireplace and settled himself in front of the fire, turning his back on us and pretending we weren’t there. Fred crouched and tried to pet him, but Ziggy only hissed and moved away from him.

Ash picked up her book from the floor, trying to find the place where she stopped reading, but soon her eyes were on me again. “Wait…what plans for Hogsmeade? I thought you didn’t want to go?”

“Well, yeah, I’m going to read and hang out with Ziggy. Those are plans,” I answered as I scowled at her. She scowled back but Dom burst out laughing.

“Now that I think about it, I do need to buy food for Ziggy,” at the mention of food Ziggy turned his head and looked at me with what he probably thought was his cute face, but it was actually the sort of scary and psychotic face he had when he caught a mouse or a gnome or something.

“But we’ve only been at school for a week, how could he have eaten all his food already?” asked Dom.

I looked at her and sighed, “It’s almost like you don’t even know Ziggy. He makes it his mission to first find out where I hid the box with his food, then he breaks into the box and gorges on the food.” Ziggy huffed at that and walked away from us, waggling his fluffy tail.

“So, who is going to Hogsmeade with me?” I tried to look cute but from the look Fred gave me, I think I was as successful at that as Ziggy was.

James laughed at my pathetic attempt, “Fred and I can’t.” He started laughing again and I had no idea what was so funny. I looked to Fred who was snickering.

“Longbottom gave us detention for the next two weekends,” he said and now Ash was laughing as well. It seemed only Dom and I didn’t know what was going on.

“What? Why? What, in the seven hells, did you do?”

“Well, we decided that today was as good a day as any to do our traditional Slytherin prank –” James started.

“So Al let us in their common room –” said Fred.

“And we transfigured all the Slytherins’ underwear into spiders –”

“Of course, not Al’s –”

“And then all the spiders escaped the castle –”

“There was a lot of screaming –”

“And now the Slytherins are left without their unmentionables,” James ended with a devilish grin.

“Really, we shouldn’t have gotten detention,” said Fred with a revolted shake of his head, “I think Cavendish ought to have awarded us at least twenty points!”

I was speechless for a few moments, just looking from one to the other until I started laughing and couldn’t stop for a whole minute. There were tears in my eyes from laughter.

“Why the fuck didn’t you use the invisibility cloak?” I asked after I calmed down.

James sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “We did. But in all the screaming and running, someone stepped on the cloak and it slid off just when North came into the common room to see what was going on.”

Dom had a confused look on her face, “But why did Al let you in?” she asked.

“I bribed him,” said James with a smirk.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, I told him I’ll bring him Quinn’s knickers,” he said, nodding his head and I nearly choked on a glass of water I was in the process of drinking.

I put the glass on the table and closed my eyes for a brief moment, “You…What?”

Fred was doubled over and in danger of falling on the floor, he was laughing so hard. James winked at me, “I’m just yanking your wand. He, uh, saw you snogging Jax last night so he wasn’t opposed to little revenge…And I gave him ten Galleons.”

I rolled my eyes at both of them and got up, “Right, sure. Tell Al that he should probably just look under his bed next time you want to bribe him.”

“And what about the two of you?” I nodded to Ash and Dom who were both busy pretending they don’t see or hear me. “Well?”

Dom turned scarlet and started playing with the silver dragon pendant her uncle Charlie gave her. “Well, I’m meeting Teddy.”

“You’re mental,” I told her, “What are you and Teddy and Vic and Sean? A love rectangle? Is that even a thing?” Dom turned an even deeper shade of red and Ash laughed at my quip though I could see that Dom didn’t really think it was that funny.

I nudged Ash with my leg and she rolled her eyes at me. “Nathan Wilde –” she started and Fred’s eye twitched at her words.

“Oooh…He finally slithered in, didn’t he?” I said with a knowing look. Ash placed a hand across her face and looked at me through a gap between her fingers with an exasperated look. “You tell really bad jokes, Quinn.”

“What? He’s a Slytherin and he slithered in. It’s not like we all didn’t know he fancied you. Who else would’ve continued being your Potions partner even after you blew up a cauldron in his face?” Fred looked like he was about to say something but stopped himself and Ash was still glaring at me. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the table where I left my Transfiguration essay. James and Fred joined me so we could all finish the damn thing. Fred poked a hole through the parchment while writing the title.

“You’re such a bloody coward,” I muttered as I scratched out a word. James stayed silent but Fred stopped writing.

“I’m a coward?” he asked.

“Yep,” I answered, not looking up from my essay but taking out A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration from my book bag to consult it, “Instead of twitching any time another bloke shows interest in Ash, why not just ask her out yourself?” After writing another sentence I finally looked up at him. “I’m not entirely ignorant. Though, if I could notice you’re hung up on her, I’m sure Ash knew ages ago.”

Fred didn’t say anything, just dipped his quill into ink and continued writing the essay. James literally cackled and spattered most of his parchment with ink. I must’ve looked very confused because James stopped cackling and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “They snogged at your birthday party,” my eyes went wide at this revelation and I looked from Fred to Ash, throwing her disbelieving looks, “Ash doesn’t remember, though. She was pissed that night,” he continued and Fred rolled his eyes.

“Some cousin you are,” he snapped and promptly poked another hole in his parchment.

“Come on, Quinn would’ve wheedled it out of me at some point after she finally caught up to the fact that –”

“Oh yeah? When do you think she’ll catch up to the fact –” Fred started but stopped, and after looking at James, he just shook his head in frustration and stared at Ash instead with a scowling face. After a while, he went back to the essay, leaving me to temporarily wonder what the hell that was all about. James peered over my shoulder to see what I’d been checking in the book and I absentmindedly pushed it towards him so he could have a better look.

“Thanks,” he said smiling at me and the moment our eyes met, I had the inexplicable urge to smile back, forgetting that I was slightly annoyed with him.

By the time lunch rolled around the next day, everyone seemed to know that I broke Osborne’s nose, mostly because I couldn’t stop bragging about it, which obviously annoyed him and in turn, made me very happy. They also seemed to think I shagged Jax, courtesy of Dom’s exclamation in front of the whole common room, and no amount of saying otherwise, which I didn’t even bother with after the first two people asked, did anything to dissuade them.

The ceiling in the Great Hall showed the stormy clouds outside and the pouring rain. Quidditch practice this evening was bound to be rough in that weather. I sat down next to Ash and James, piling roast beef on my plate. Ash was reading Witch Weekly propped up against her goblet filled with pumpkin juice. I threw a glance at the article but it was only about some new publishing house founded by a recent Hogwarts graduate, Ayesha Khan.

“Can you believe this?” I said and James looked up from his potatoes, “I overheard the Quigley twins in the loo saying I shagged Osborne and it was Jax who had his nose broken, and not by me, but by Osborne!” Ash snorted at that but didn’t look up from the magazine.

James cocked an eyebrow, “Do they not know who you are?” he looked over his shoulder at the Hufflepuff table where the twins were talking animatedly and occasionally glancing at us. “You’d think the whole school would know about last year and the horn incident,” he said. The incident in question involved me getting into the Restricted Section to do some research for an essay Cavendish gave us and trying out a random transfiguration spell on Osborne which made him grow horns that weren’t removable by a spell. He had to walk around with them for a whole month before they disappeared. I like to think it was one of my brightest moments.

Ash rolled her eyes at James, “It’s more fun for the story to be the way they tell it.” I looked at her in disbelief.

“What?” she asked.

“What do you mean, more fun? Isn’t it enough that I broke his nose? I call that fun!”

She took a sip of pumpkin juice before answering, “I sometimes wonder how you grew up…Both your parents are famous Quidditch stars and yet you still think violence is more interesting to people than sex. And enemies who shag is definitely more scandalous than Quinn Jones committing an act of violence. That’s basically your everyday behaviour.”

I stabbed a piece of meat, “Grandad doesn’t subscribe to newspapers and he always told us journalists are all bloody tossers. I haven’t really seen any evidence that would contradict him.” I shrugged my shoulders and continued to eat while Ash rolled her eyes and muttered something to herself.

Lysander and Seth shuffled towards us from the end of the Gryffindor table looking forlorn and still hungover. They sat down and Seth laid his head on the table, groaning.

“Do we still have practice today? Even in this weather?” Lysander asked and promptly earned himself a whack on the head from me.

“Next time there’s a party remember you’re a lightweight,” I said, scowling at him.

James had a dark look on his face, “You don’t have practice only if you’re lying in a hospital bed,” he turned to me and smirked, “What do you think, Quinn? Ten laps around the Pitch?”

I pretended to think about it, “Ten? If that’s what you say Captain…” I grinned wickedly, “Ten and he has to polish all the team’s brooms after practice,” I said, nodding my head seriously.

James cocked an eyebrow at Lysander and stared at his stricken face, “Well, you heard our resident Quidditch team disciplinarian. Better perk up by the time we have practice tonight or you might find yourself walking around with a broken nose and horns that don’t come off.”

Lysander got up looking dejected and walked towards the Entrance Hall, dragging his feet. Seth groaned again, “I’d rather take the horns,” he said.

“That can be arranged,” I told him brightly, twirling my wand which sent off some menacing red sparks in his general direction, “What’s up with you anyway, Blackwood? You’re definitely not a lightweight.” He backed away from me, coming so close to Ash that he almost ended up sitting in her lap.

“Lost a bet,” he grunted, “so I had to drink a bottle of Dragonbreath last night.”

I exchanged an amused look with James and bit my tongue so I wouldn’t start laughing. Rose mentioned a bet yesterday, though I was now sure whatever bet she proposed, she rigged it somehow so Seth would lose. She always liked to get revenge. As I caught sight of her at the Slytherin table with Hugo, I noticed she smirked each time she saw Seth rubbing his eyes or holding his head.

“If you don’t show up for practice, I’m banning you from alcohol,” said James and got up from the table, picking up his book bag, motioning for me to follow.

Seth looked at him, horror-struck, “What? You can’t do that!”

James put his hand on Seth’s shoulder, squeezing slightly and grinning at him, “I’m the bloody Captain. I can do anything.”

While we walked towards Charms, and without anyone trying to listen in, I told James the whole story of why I punched Osborne.

“What a git,” James muttered as we entered the Charms corridor.

We were met by Osborne and his friends in front of the classroom. His nose seemed like it was back to normal though it might’ve been a trick of the light or my imagination, but to me, it looked like it was slightly crooked. He made as if to pull out his wand, but James was a lot faster and before Osborne could do anything, with a flick of James’ wand he was floating in the air upside down. His friends pulled out their wands and pointed them at us but the doors started to open and just before Flitwick opened them fully, James let Osborne fall down.

“You’re going to regret this Jones,” Osborne hissed at me, but it was hard to take him seriously and not laugh at his words while he was sitting on the floor, his clothes and usually perfectly styled hair messed up. One of his friends helped him get up and as he passed me, he violently bumped into my shoulder, making me sway and almost fall. James steadied me and looked threateningly at Osborne with the same angry expression he wore last night. Osborne just smirked at him and sat down at one of the tables.

“You okay?” he asked as he held me, not letting go of my waist, and I nodded. I was tempted to just walk in there and throttle Osborne with my bare hands so it was lucky that James didn’t let go of me. While I was quietly contemplating all the ways in which I could murder Osborne, Fred came running towards us, his robes billowing behind him.

“I’m not late!” he exclaimed in a disturbingly bright tone which made me scowl at him. He looked at us wonderingly and then his eyes passed over my head to see Osborne. “What did I miss?” he asked, but James and I only shook our heads as we entered the classroom and took our seats.

We were supposed to be practising the Protean charm and linking two parchments together to show the same message. I was still furious and all I managed to do was to make one of the parchments disintegrate instead.

“What do you want to do about Osborne?” asked James after he filled Fred in on what happened.

“Is murder on the table?” I muttered, “No? I’m out of ideas then. He doesn’t actually deserve the brain power I’d need to think of something we haven’t already done to him.”

“At least we have Quidditch later,” said Fred. Just as he said that thunder rumbled outside and heavy rain battered the windows.

I looked through the window at the muddy grounds and the Pitch in the distance, almost invisible through the rain, “Yeah, that’s bound to be wonderful.”

The only thing wonderful about Quidditch practice was that I could fully unleash my anger when hitting the Bludgers, though if they hit a target it was mostly on accident because I couldn’t see much farther than my bat. Lysander kept almost colliding with me and his coordination was almost non-existent, but he pushed through it. James kept us in the air for two hours and by the time practice was over we were all soaked to the bone.

When we entered the locker rooms, I was shivering so badly that I had to pull off one of my gloves with my teeth. Nobody spoke and we all went to the showers in silence. The fiery water felt heavenly on my skin and I stayed in the shower for the longest time, letting the warmth spread through me until I could no longer take the heat. I turned off the water and wrapped a towel loosely around myself. I couldn’t hear a sound so I assumed everyone had already left so I casually walked over to the lockers only in the towel.

James was sitting on the bench and his eyes went wide when he saw me, and again there was the unusual red tinge to his cheeks. “I…Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked, averting his gaze to give me some privacy.

I opened the doors of my locker and stood behind it, taking off the towel and starting to dress myself behind it. “I thought I was alone,” I said, my voice muffled by the shirt I was in the middle of pulling over my head. I looked over the doors to see him still pointedly looking in the opposite direction. “James, you’ve seen plenty of girls naked before, why are you making this into such a big deal? You haven’t even actually seen anything!”

“Yeah, well, none of them were you,” he croaked, his voice strangely raspy.

I closed the doors of my locker with a bang and rolled my eyes at him, “You’re being silly.” He took the hand I offered to help him get up, but instead of getting up he dragged me down, making me collapse on top of him.

“You should think twice before telling your Captain he’s silly,” said James, his eyes twinkling with mischief and I knew what was coming before he could make his move. I quickly jumped away and ran for it, “You’re not tickling me again!” I yelled over my shoulder as I ran out of the locker rooms into the pouring rain, James running after me. It soon turned into a race and he actually beat me by mere inches in getting to the Entrance Hall.

We were soaked again but this time I wasn’t even feeling the cold as James took my hand, both of us laughing, and he dragged me to the kitchens to grab some dinner.

“Quinn?” said James after finishing his chicken. I looked up from my food and raised my eyebrows. “Are you worried about the first match? This practice wasn’t what I’d call successful –”

“Oh stop it, James, we’re lucky we all didn’t end up flying off to the mountains with the visibility the way it was. So just… I’m the best fucking Beater this school has and you’re the best –”

A huge smirk spread across his face, “So…you think I’m the best?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes at him and stayed silent, but a small smile crept up on my face.

“Yeah, well…don’t let it go to your head.”