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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Title: Irritated Arousal

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3

Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.

- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!

- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!

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Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.

“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.

You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.

“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.

Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.

“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.

“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.

“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!

“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.

“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!

You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!

“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.

He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.

Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.

You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.

You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.

“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.

You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.

Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.

“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.

Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.

You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.

Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.

Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.

You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.

You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.

You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.

Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.

You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.

You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.

He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.

Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.

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iluvcvnnie · 3 years

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cheerleader!misa

warnings: very nsfw towards the end, cursing, eating out

pairing: misa amane x fem!reader

dni if under 16

wc: 1k+

It was a casual boring monday afternoon for you in school. Your chin rested on your left hand as you listened to your teacher give some boring lecture on who knows what. You constantly stare at the clock while the minute hand moves as slow as ever. You take a deep breath and sigh very loudly causing your teacher to turn around and face you. “Shit” you mutter under your breath. Luckily the bell rings just in time for the class to be excused.Your teacher looked pretty tired so they didn’t even bother asking you to stay after class.

You quickly grab your backpack then dash out of the door. The hallways are always crowded with students which always irritates you since you don't like being this close to so many people. Plus the constant shoving you have to deal with when people run in the hall to meet up with their friends.

You continue to walk at a fast pace which gets you closer and closer to the exit. A grin plasters on your face once you see the sun shining outside that door. You’re so close to exiting the place you hate the most until you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. Since your locker is near the exit of your school you walk to it and pull your phone out. The brightness on your phone illuminates your face, making you lower it since it hurts your eyes. Who the hell turned my brightness up this high. Then you remembered that it was your girlfriend who did it since she always complains about how low it is.

Once you lowered your brightness you scrolled down to read the notification you got. It’s a text message from your girlfriend.

m: guess who has practice afterschoooool

y/n: practice?

m:...

m: y/n you seriously forgot

y/n: babe i’m kidding you know that i could never forget that you made the cheer team :)

m: i knowwww

m: anyways since it is my first day, you wanna stop by and come visit me afterwards???

m: i know you find the football team and the cheerleaders annoying buuuut

y/n: well i don’t find ALL of the cheerleaders annoying

m: really?! Who do you like

y/n: you, just you lol

y/n: but of course i’ll come and support you <3

m: aaaand you’ll get to see me in my uniform.

m: i know how much you likeeee it

You bite your lip remembering the times misa had sent you seductive photos of her in the cheer uniform. Taking photos of her thighs while in her mini skirt texting you: “wish you were here.” Or the selfies in the crop shirt positioning the phone at her breast. Fuck I can’t be thinking about this right now.

m: babe?

y/n: um yeah i’ll be there!

You quickly turn the opposite way from the exit and walk towards the football field. Your school is a decent size but it’s your senior here so you pretty much know your way around the whole place. You pushed multiple doors and walked down multiple staircases until you finally reached the bleachers.

The sun began burning your forehead which made you instantly regret coming to this practice. But it’s for misa so of course you’re showing up. She’s had the most positive impact on you ever since you moved to this school. Before you two got into a relationship you two were close friends, basically best friends. Always there for each other. You told each other everything and both comforted each other.

Your feelings began to grow stronger for her everyday. It wasn’t until she had confessed her feelings first that gave you courage to ask her out. So here you are 1 year later and still together. Now you're sitting on a steaming hot bleacher bench getting ready to watch your girlfriend at cheerleader practice.

You turned around to scan your surroundings. All you saw were a bunch of guys who you assumed were on the football team supporting their girlfriends. You began hoping that this practice ends soon so then one of the guys doesn’t try to start a conversation with you.

Finally you spot a group of cheerleaders run out onto the bright green football field. You quickly spotted misa and her bright smile as she conversed with the other girls. The sun shines on her golden locks as you watch her begin to stretch. The sun is like misa’s spotlight causing her skin to shine bright.

Your eyes scan all over her body as she stands up to continue stretching. Her eyes swiftly find yours. She smirks once she notices you checking her out. She decides to tease you, curious on what your reaction will be.

She steadily turns around then begins to bend over. She starts to reach down to touch her toes. She does this flawlessly while looking incredibly sexy while doing so. Misa is super flexible so all the stretches come easy to her.

Her pink laced underwear starts to show, making you clench your thighs together. She notices how flustered you are, causing her to smirk. “Oh fuck you” you mouth. She chuckles then brings herself back up standing straight. Luckily none of the guys were on the bleachers anymore since they had to go to practice.

You grin then shake your head. After a few more stretches they began to start their routine. It has been a few hours since you’ve been sitting on the bleachers. Honestly the time went by fast. After misa did that last jump in the air and landed it perfectly. The coach blew the whistle which meant that practice was over.

Misa jogged over to you while her high ponytail swayed left and right. Before you could say anything, Misa cups your face then places a delicate kiss on your lips. The kiss lasts for a good ten seconds. Until it sadly breaks apart. Your favorite taste of misa’s lip gloss lingers on your lips. You and misa both grab your backpacks then you wrap your arm around her waists as you both walk into the parking lot.

“Soooo how was practice?” Misa turns her head at you with a blank facial expression. “Uhhh you were there.” “You know what I mean, was it fun?” “Honestly, no.” “No?!” “It was ok but not fun.” “Oh.” “It would have been fun if my girlfriend stopped eye fucking me on the bleachers and just fucked me on the field.” “In front of everyone.” You whisper in her ear. Her breath hitches “Yeah…”

“How about I fuck you right now?” “In the car?” “Yeah” You both quickly enter the car while the tension is rising.

Misa quickly straddles you then begins to place soft sloppy kisses all over your neck. Your breath starts to hitch as you already feel your core heat up. Your hands begin to roam all over her body. Your hands move under her skirt and start to fondle her ass while her body rocks back and forth on your thighs. Misa begins to slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Once you help her unclasp it she begins to plant kisses all over your exposed breasts. Her lips quickly latch on to your nipple which makes you bite your lip.

You feel her warm tongue swirl onto your erect bud. While she sucks on your right nipple her left hand fondles your left tit. She squeezes it a bit too hard causing you to let out a moan. You mumble multiple profanities aloud while Misa is still sucking your tits. After she sucks on your breast. She gets off of you and lowers herself to the floor. Her head is between your knees while she goes in to start kissing your inner thighs. You then feel her warm tongue slide up and down your clothed area. “Such a pretty girl for me.” You feel her voice vibrate all throughout your core.

“Gonna eat you out so good huh?” You feel her fingers remove your underwear as she begins to slowly suck on your clit. She places her face deeper in between your thighs as you feel misa lick up all of your juices. Once she gives one last lick a load of cum shoots out onto her face. “Sorry…” You both laugh a little bit as she wipes it off then licks it with her fingers. Misa gets back up and straddles you again.

You figure it’s time to please her since she worked so hard today. Your hand goes under her mini skirt as you feel the wetness between her legs. “Fuck, baby your soaked.” Misa unlatches her mouth from your nipple as her hips begin to rock faster once you insert a digit inside of her. Your finger begins to pump faster and faster and she lets out elicit moans.

Your eyes are both half lidded while misa tits bounce up and down. The cheer uniform shirt makes her tits almost fall out at times. This is one of those times. She doesn’t even take the shirt off, they just fall out. “Fuck your tits are so pretty babe.” “You're so beautiful you know that right?” Misa just nodds her head while you finger fuck her. You mutter praises after praises until Misa cums all over your hand.

Her head falls onto your shoulder as you place delicate kisses on her forehead. “I love you so much baby.” Misa, being too tired to speak, mumbles an “I love you more” while placing a kiss on your shoulder. You both fall asleep in the parking lot while Misa is still straddling on top of you with your arms wrapped around her waist.

#misa amane smut #misa amane x fem reader #misa amane x reader #misa amane x female reader #death note x reader #death note smut #misa smut

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santigarcia · 3 years

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bring you in cold

a din djarin x reader fic~

word count: 1.3k

rating: T

summary: You fall in the ice and Din has to keep you warm with his body heat ;)

a/n: I WROTE THIS BEFORE EP 10 and when i watched it i was like O.o . this is just some softness, i might do a smutty part two

bring you in cold

Black. It’s black, swirling nothingness. You’ve fallen deep in the ice. The only light you can see is through the crack where you fell, but it shrinks as you sink. The shock of the frigid temperatures goes straight to your lungs, you swallow too much water. Your limbs too cold to help you swim.

It all happened so fast.

The Mandalorian was chasing a bounty. You’d stepped outside the Razor Crest for one moment to get some air. It was too cold for your taste, the snow crunching under your feet. The Child was asleep, you deemed it safe to leave the ship for a moment to breathe despite the cold.

That’s when the sprinting bounty brushes past you and shoves you onto the ice. Your tumble cracks the thin ice and that’s when you’re plunged into the icy depths.

Mando has two options; leave the bounty or rescue you. But he’s quick on the draw. He shoots the bounty and dives for you. His metal armor is too heavy to swim, and you’re not far from the shoreline. He lays on the snowy shore and reaches into the hole. When you feel his hand, you do your best to grab on. Your frigid fingers are weak. He squeezes a little too tight for comfort, but he saves your life and pulls you out of the icy waters.

He smacks your back until you cough up the water. The oxygen filling your lungs is sweet, but it burns.

The wind is biting and unforgiving against your soaking wet skin and clothes. You’re shaking violently. When he sees you struggle to take a step, a gentle but firm arm wraps around you. He walks with you slowly. Normally you’d have swooned to be so close to him, to have your secret crush touching you. You feel the hard Beskar digging into your skin where he holds you too tight. You don’t even feel the chill from it, you’re too cold.

You suppose the only good thing is he won’t notice whether your tremble is from the cold or his embrace.

“We have to get you warm,” he says, his modulated voice is so close to your ear.

When you’re inside the Crest, he turns to leave for one moment to get his bounty. Already the warmer temperatures in the ship have you feeling less cold, but it’s not enough.

You stand in the Crest shivering, waiting for him to get back. You see the snow swirling outside the open door.

When he walks up with bounty dragging behind him, the hatch doors closing is a relief. The warmth grows.

He gets the bounty squared away, then he comes to you.

“M-m-mando,” you shiver, your teeth clattering. “W-what do-o we-e d-do?”

“We need to get your wet clothes off,” he states. He says it so simply, but you feel a tight pang in your chest. Is that just more aches from the cold? Or are you panicking about being seen naked by him?

He’s very still, he knows this isn’t the ideal scenario.

Your fingers are too cold to unfasten your clothes. You both know he has to do it.

He kneels first and begins to unlace your boots. He’s gentle when he grasps your calves to help you out of the soaked boots. He tilts his head up at your asking for permission while his hands hover at your waist. Seeing him like this sends a thrill down your spine, you shudder visibly and nod.

You swear you see a tremor in his hands when he starts to push your pants down your hips. Maybe his hands are cold too, after all they got wet when he stuck his arm in to pull you out. That’s it, it has to be. Right?

He looks down at your feet when he pulls your underwear down with your pants. Your shirt and jacket are long, touching your thighs. You’re not fully exposed yet but you feel it.

He sighs when he stands, you can feel the tension in the air. He doesn’t like doing this to you.

Your jacket comes next, he pushes it off your shoulders. You try to help him untie the fastenings on your shirt, but your fingers shake.

“Let me,” he almost whispers. You’re mortified, he knows it. He remains gentle. You see that shake again in his hands when he unties your shirt. He has to peel it off you, the material stuck to your skin.

You can’t watch him remove the last piece that’ll have you fully naked in front of him. So, you look at the Beskar helmet in front of your eyes. You feel every brush of his fingers on your skin. You don’t miss how he’s trying not to look at you, while also trying to remove you of your clothes.

When you’re completely naked, his head is tilted up at your face. He’s remained calm, doing what needs to be done to get you warm. You tremble still.

“Blankets,” he says suddenly. He turns sharply on his heel too quickly and he hits the edge of a doorway with his helmet. It echoes in the small space with a loud clang. You stifle a giggle, and when he looks at you this time you think there must be a smile under the helmet. There’s less tension in the air.

“We can’t warm you too quickly, you’ll go into shock,” he tells you when he comes back with the blankets. He hands you one to wrap around yourself, while he moves around you to dry you off as best, he can.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “You saved my life.”

His helmet tilts up towards your face for a beat. A pause. Then he moves back to drying you off.

“I’ll use my body heat to help warm you.”

There’s no jest in his tone, this wasn’t some scheme to get you naked and in his arms. You know he wouldn’t do that.

So, you nod. Then he nods in the direction of his cot. When you lie down, the lights shut off. It’s completely dark. You can’t even see your hand in front of your face.

“Mando?”

“Din,” he says, his voice is nearby – and clearer. He’s removed his helmet and he’s removing his armor. You can hear him shift around in the dark, the metal clanks against the floor as he sets down each piece.

You hear him step closer to the cot and your heart jumps when you feel the weight shift. He lies down beside you, and you jolt. He’s wearing pants, but not a shirt. His skin is so warm it burns, and you snuggle closer to him. His strong arms wrap tightly around you, and you can feel his breath against your forehead. His chin brushes against your face, the bristles of his facial hair tickle.

“Din?” your voice is timid. There’s only a slight tremor now, but you’re still cold. “My fingers hurt.”

He reaches for your hands, and it dawns on you then that you’re feeling his bare hands for the first time. He holds your hands between his, and he blows between his hands. The hot air brushing over your icy fingers.

He rubs his hands over yours until some warmth returns. His hands move all over your body, rubbing to get the warmth back. His hands shake now, and you know why. You can feel his heart thunder under your ear.

You tell yourself he’s just anxious to get you warm, but that’s not it. You know deep inside it’s because the way you feel in his arms is something he’s wanted. You’re naked and he’s flustered.

“This isn’t how I hoped this would happen,” you giggle out, you figure the ice has been broken enough you can say it.

Another pause.

“Me either,” he whispers.

For the second time today, you feel a shock to your body while surrounded by darkness. And for the second time today, Din Djarin pulls you out.

xxxxx

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Five)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood imagery, mentions of death

Context: Elijah has new information about some vampires, but it is not what (Y/n) expected.

A/N: Try to guess who it was! ;)

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A loud knock echoes around the cramped room, waking me sharply from my sleep, my eyes blinking and flicking around to adjust to the bright light flooding the area. Registering the unfamiliar sound, I hastily roll off of the bed, grabbing the silver knife on the crate beside it as I scramble to get to my feet, getting to the door with relative ease. Pressing myself against it, I hold the blade up and out of sight, gently cracking the obstruction open, my head peering around it slightly, cautious of who - or what - it could be.

A familiar head of black hair stares at me from outside, pale blue eyes fixing on me as he finds me through the crack, a smirk working onto his face at the sight of me. Rolling my eyes a little, I pull open the door, smiling tiredly at Elijah as he looks me over; one eyebrow lifting to his hairline at the sight of me. It's only then that I realise I'm in my underwear, the night before having been unbearably hot.

Blushing, I duck my head and quietly invite him in, instantly going to my "wardrobe" and picking out a clean shirt and trousers, pulling on my boots as I do so.

"Bit early for you, isn't it?" I finally comment, trying to break the tension as I buckle up my belt, fastening on the pouches and sheath for my knife and stake.

"It's twenty past ten, (Y/n)." The Hunter points out, chuckling slightly at my disorganization and disorientation.

"It is? Oops." I curse myself internally for being stupidly lazy in getting up at a reasonable time, aware that he'll probably comment on this in his report.

"Hmm. I came to tell you something that you're probably not gonna be too happy hearing." He informs me, sighing a little as he sits himself at the table, blue eyes watching me move with hesitation, as if wondering whether or not to tell me this piece of news.

"What do you mean? What is it?" I ask him in a slight panic, worried as to the information he's found.

"Well, I found the location of four vampires in the area which need exterminating. The only thing is, these vampires appear to be your weird friends from the Boardwalk."

At his words, my heart feels like it physically drops from my chest, panic and shock flooding me as I try to remain complacent, though my mind is in turmoil. How could he possibly know that?!

"What? You think-" I begin, only to be cut off by the Hunter across from me, my false disbelief obviously appearing real enough.

"No, (Y/n), I don't think, I know. I've been watching them ever since they first came up to us in that diner. They're definetly vampires." Elijah prompts me, revealing to me that he has not been entirely truthful with me.

"I...I can't believe I didn't notice..." I play along, well aware that when Elijah thinks something, he is usually right about it, and so arguing with him is nigh-on impossible.

"Honestly, neither can I. They're pretty obvious about it." He says matter-of-factly, lifting an eyebrow as I struggle to reply.

I cast my eyes down, embarrassed and stumped for words, knowing that my actions are pretty suspicious on the scale of things, potentially getting me in serious trouble.

"All that matters now is that we catch them." He decides, looking me in the eye, "Tonight."

As we walk, I feel myself jittering with with nerves, my hands wringing together slightly until I push them into my pockets, the fingers of my right hand quickly finding the small silver crucifix in the folds of fabric, the necklace left there in case I ever come across a possession. Beside me, Elijah strides with a new coldness in his manner, his suspicions definetly raised - so much so that the new hostility he's radiating genuinely worries me, the Hunter having spoken to me in a much less familiar tone all day, using his rank to his advantage. Even in the stifling heat of the dunes, I find the aura coming off him chilling and uncomfortable, making me shiver in my uniform jacket.

As we round the crest of a dune, we automatically sink to our knees and crawl up it, keeping low to the ground as we become aware of a bonfire raging a little way away, a few people standing around it, who I unfortunately recognise. My heart drops in my chest again. Elijah gestures for me to go still, the Hunter starting to gauge the distance between us and them, calculating the best way to tackle this, before he speaks to me.

"Take out one of your grenades." He instructs me.

"Holy water or shrapnel?" I ask in return, reaching into my pocket.

"Holy water." Is all he responds with, picking a grenade out of his own jacket, though this one is not one I recognise, "When I say so, throw."

"Yes, sir." I reply, instinctually, slipping my finger through the pin ring as I await his command, hoping to accidentally avoid hitting them.

"Throw."

Pulling the ring, I throw the grenade as hard as I can, aiming for the far dune as I do so, watching in dismay as it lands just short, catching one of them full in the face. Elijah's grenade explodes with a bright flash of light, the colour indescribable as it illuminates the area, blinding the vampires present.

Gradually, the smoke clears, revealing that three got away, leaving one of them behind in their haste, the body of which is slumped on the ground beside the fire, clothes burnt and torn, blood pouring out of wounds on his back. Beside me, Elijah signals to me to stand up, before gesturing for me to follow him, my arm instinctively going to grab my gun as I do so, feeling slightly safer with it, despite the protests in my heart, my mind torn now. We go over to the body, Elijah kneeling by it and producing his rope, quickly and expertly tying the vampire up, lifting him by the hair as he does so, pulling him onto his knees. My lip goes between my teeth at the sight.

It's Paul.

"Shoot it." Elijah commands me, blue eyes hard and unrelenting as he stares me down.

"W-what?" I question, hoping I didn't hear him right, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Shoot it, (Y/n)." He repeats, tightening his grip on Paul's hair as the vampire starts to struggle.

"Don't do it, (Y/n), please!" He manages to get out before Elijah shoves a stake between his teeth, deftly tying it in place as a sort of messed-up gag.

"Shut up, leech. Do it, (Y/n)." The Hunter says once more, voice laced with anger and frustration.

Vaguely, I feel myself raise the gun, Paul moving around more violently as he tries to get away, protests muffled. A smirk makes it's way onto Elijah's face.

I take aim, pointing the barrel straight at my target, breathing heavily as I rest my finger in the trigger, ready to shoot.

"Do it, (Y/n)." Elijah prompts one last time, blue eyes narrowed.

A single gunshot rents the air, followed by a scream of betrayal.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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babbushka · 4 years

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Santa Baby

Pale (Burn This) x Reader; 2k

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When Pale comes home, it’s dark in the apartment.

Which makes him frown, not that he wasn’t fuckin’ frownin’ already. But he frowns some more because usually you’re there already, all the lights on, runnin’ up his fuckin’ electric bill. Not that it matters or nothin’, but he’s bangin’ his shin on the couch as he starts rummagin’ for a light switch in the dark.

“Sweetheart?” He calls out, lights up a cigarette and puffs smoke into the air.

Outside the windows there’s snow and frost stickin’ to the glass, a frigid December evening. He came home later than expected, and he feels bad, wonders if you fell asleep.

But then, then somethin’ small and shiny catches his eye. Taped to the bedroom door is a big red bow, the metallic ribbon kind that you always stick on the gifts you give him. He walks over to it in three long strides, sticks the cig between his teeth and notices a sticky note put right underneath the bow.

“Open for a present.” He reads aloud, chuckling to himself.

You’d never really been one for the theatrics, but lately you’d been gettin’ more bold. Pale doesn’t know where the fuck you’re pickin’ it up from, but he takes in a deep excited breath as he turns the door handle and nearly gives himself a nosebleed from the sight before him.

It’s you, laid out real fuckin’ pretty on the bed.

You’re laying on your side, one hand propping your head up, the other lazily draped over your stomach. You’re dressed like a sexy Mrs. Claus, and Pale wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of that mental image, but you’re too fucking sexy so instead he drools, swallows hard.

You’ve got yourself mostly covered up by a red velvet caplet trimmed with white fur, but he can see fishnet stockings on your legs, black heels on your feet. You’re good, too good for him, and he knows this because you don’t have the shoes on the bed, your feet slightly dangling over the edge of the mattress.

“Ho ho holy shit.” He whistles, low and long, stalks towards you fully ready to tear that shit off you and have his way with your body, “What’s all this?”

But you’re quick, and you shift your body around so that you’re sitting up, one leg coming up to press the heel against his chest, to stop him from coming any closer.

The display of dominance has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise, because you both know that’s not how he fuckin’ plays, not one bit. But it’s you, and you’ve got a playful look in your eye, and he thinks maybe – just maybe – it’ll be worth it to wait this one out.

“Sit.” You say, voice soft, nudging him with your foot.

He looks behind him and sees that you’ve dragged one of the plush armchairs from the corner of the bedroom, moved it away from the window and instead have it right in the middle of the floor, perfect view of the bed.

Perfect view of you, on the bed.

He caresses a hand up and down your calf, pulls and snaps your stocking against your skin, mouth watering, cock already growing hard.

“Pale, please?” You ask, dropping the overly coy look for something a little more real, fighting a smile in an attempt to be sexy.

He’s gonna have to tell you that even that smile of yours is sexy – especially that smile. But for now, he’s more curious what you’ve got up your sleeve, or, cape.

So he sits, and only once he’s seated do you fish around for the small black remote that turns on the entertainment system in the living room.

It all becomes clear all of a sudden, when the music begins to play. When you set yourself up properly on the bed, snapping your finger and rising to the beat of the music up onto your knees, slowly undoing the buttons that keep the capelet on.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

You toss the velvet across the room, and hidden underneath is a sexy fuckin’ number, a red sheer lil’ something that has Pale twitching in his pants, has him twitching all over.

“I’m gonna die. Is this how I die? You here to kill me?” He asks, interrupting the performance, the song, the show.

“Hush.” You wink, crawling towards the edge of the bed.

You swing your legs over the edge and slowly come to a standing position, shimmying up and down as you step out of your shoes, singing along to Eartha Kitt, your voice sultry and sexy and entirely too intoxicating.

He feels high, is he high?

You only grin.

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue

I'll wait up for you, dear

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

The urge to shove his hands down his pants is growing stronger and stronger, and he finds himself nearly inhaling the butt of the cigarette when you begin to walk in slow circles around him, standing behind him and leaning over his shoulder, kissing his neck as your hands rub up and down his chest, getting him even more worked up.

You have these real pretty satin gloves on, the kind that go all the way up to your elbows, a deep red to match the whole rest of the getup. You take your time plucking each finger off your hands, pulling the gloves off one after another to the rhythm of the music.

Think of all the fun I've missed

Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed

Next year I could be also good

If you'll check off my Christmas list

Just before he thinks you’re gonna jerk him off though, you’re moving around around around him once again, and he lets out a long groan of dismay that has you laughing, biting at your lips and shakin’ your head, your pretty skin glowin’ in the low light of the bedroom.

He’d give you anything, abso-fuckin’-lutely anything in that moment, you know it, he knows it, this display of your assets such sweet torture. You tease him, hover your mouth over his, breath grazing against his lips, and he puckers them just for you, chases your kisses with ones of his own.

You don’t give in to him though, not yet.

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot

Been an angel all year

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

The next thing to go in your strip tease is the drapey part of the little babydoll nightgown you’re wearing. It looks like Pale could yank it right off the bra it’s attached to, could tear the fuckin’ fabric right away, and he doesn’t resist now to stroke at his cock as you pop off the sheer thing, let it flutter to the floor.

All you’ve got on left are a bra, panties, and those stockings, and Pale can’t stop chewing his lip. He lets out a slight groan as he works the button and zipper of his jeans open, spits into his hand and fishes out at his cock.

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed

To a platinum mine

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

You stick one leg up on his thigh where his legs are spread, and he moans softly as he tugs at his cock. Your pussy is right there, fuck it’s so close. He leans forward enough to press his face right up against the red red red lace that’s concealing your cunt, takes in a deep breath. He knows where your clit is, he presses his big fuckin’ nose against it, and you jolt a little.

But your thigh is up there for a reason, and you’re soon unclipping the stockings from the garters that hang down from the sides of your underwear.

He’s transfixed as you roll the fishnet of your left leg down down down, draping it over his shoulder when you’re done.

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks

Sign your 'x' on the line

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Once the left leg was done, you switch legs and start on your right. He feels guilty for not giving it too much attention, bucking into his fist as he seeks out your cunt again with your other leg now propped up on his other thigh.

You run your fingers through his hair and tug his head back, back back back and away from your pussy, raising an eyebrow, chastising him. He blushes bright fuckin’ red, turns his mouth to catch your wrist with his teeth, presses a wet open mouthed kiss there before you release him.

Come and trim my Christmas tree

With some decorations bought at Tiffany

I really do believe in you

Let's see if you believe in me

You turn around so that your back is facing him, and he growls when you unclip your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He wants to suck and bite at your tits so bad, and he can only speed up up up his hand, can only urge his wrist to go faster as he jerks himself off to the sight of you, of you dancin’ and singin’ all sexy sultry sweet for him. You cross your hands over your tits when you turn back to face him, doing some little shimmy and shake choreography to the music, still snapping your pretty fuckin’ fingers.

He can see your nipple peeking out from where you’re trying to conceal yourself, and he feels like whatever blood that’s left in his brain’s gotta be rushin’ to his dick now, because you’re pulling off your panties, stepping out of them, leaving you completely naked.

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring

I don't mean on the phone

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

He’s on you as fast as he fucking can be, has you laughing and complaining that he’s ruining the mood of everything as he throws his clothes away, pushes you up the bed.

When he kisses you, he sighs, finally finally finally shoving his tongue into you, arranges your legs real nice so that when he gets positioned just right, when he slides his aching cock into you, the one he’s been edging this whole fuckin’ time – how long was this song? It felt like it went on and on for hours and hours, that’s how desperate he is – he curses long and low.

“You’re so fuckin’ good to me, you know that?” He asks, slidin’ right in, right home, like he’d been aching for all day, all night.

You’d chuckle at him, but you’re too busy moaning, your cunt tight and hot around him, and he thinks damn, you must’ve been real worked up too, bein’ this wet.

He fucks you, right and proper, in the warm safe glow of the bedroom. The candles flicker and the flame crackles in wicks made of wood and the snow whirls around outside, but all of that is drowned out by the sound of your gasps, your chants of his name as his hips work themselves doing everything they were meant to: plowing into you.

Somewhere, out in the living room a million miles away, he can hear the last notes of the song echoing through the apartment. He’ll buy you anything, everything on the list, if you really wanted it. You don’t, not really, and he knows that, knows that it’s just a sexy little song and you’re a sexy little minx.

But still, he would.

For now though, it’s enough that he’s got you under him, got your legs spread and your tongue against his, and for all your pleas to Santa, when you shout out, it’s only ever his name.

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry, tonight

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rocketmanmadden · 5 years

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Thanks Sheriff

Requested by @l0ve-0f-my-life

Hey me again lol, could u plssss do a Jim hopper x younger!fem!reader smut? She’s of legal age (obvs) She’s hanging out with the party (cause she’s Dustin’s sister) and Billy’s there and tries to flirt with her, but she ends up with hopper somehow?

A/N- woah. This is my first time writing for Hopper and I thought I was gonna be awful at writing him but I honestly think this may be one of the best/ better ones I’ve ever written. (I hope you guys like it now since I hyped myself up lmao) Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings- Smut, filth, mostly all dirty shit, swearing, age gap, cop kink/rp? I don’t know if that’s what it’s described as, it's the middle of the night when I finished this so my brain is shut down

You’re standing outside a store at the mall waiting for your brother Dustin and his friends to come out when Billy Hargrove walks up to you and begins harassing you with his shitty pick up lines.

“Hey tie your shoes, I wouldn’t want you falling for someone else” he says running a hand through his hair with his ‘I’m the coolest guy in the world’ smile.

“Nice try Billy, I hate to break it to you though, I’m wearing sandals, and in order to fall for someone else I think I’d have to of fallen for you first.” You try to shut him up but he keeps going. “Let me try again then, I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you” but all you do is say “still not any better” and you can see the look of frustration begin to grow on his face.

He huffs, “fine, I’ll step it up a notch then. Is that mirror in your pocket?” He looks at your ass. “Cause I can see myself in your pants” he says getting closer and slaps your ass before you push him off. “Get the fuck off of me Hargrove, I’m not interested!” You yell before hearing the voice of the sheriff.

“What’s going on here?” He sternly says walking up to the two of you. “Causing more trouble Hargrove aren’t you?” To which Billy shakes his head, not trying to be in trouble with the police again. “No sir I’m not, I was actually just leaving” he says before quickly walking away from the two of you

“Thanks Hopper, um what's the backpack for?” You look at the pink bag he’s holding. “Oh, uh yeah, it’s for El. She’s spending the night a Max’s and forgot it at home, she told me she thought you were taking them to the mall so I figured I’d check here.” He explains

“Well you checked the right place” you giggle. “I can take that off your hands, they’re just inside the store so I’ll give it to her when she comes out” you say, taking the backpack out of his hands and swing it on to your back.

“Thanks a lot Y/N. So I saw Billy was getting a little handsy, what a prick” he scoffs. “Do you want me to catch up and uh do something to him, about what just happened? Hopper whispered to you.

You don’t know what it is about him, he’s El’s dad for Christ sake, but just the way he wanted to protect you from Billy made you feel so safe- and turned on. You’ve always liked an older man, not in a weird way but the way of they’re mature, and have more experience with life, and other things… You’ve never been one to shoot your shot like you’re about to do, but you’re 18 which is legal age and the worst he could say is no.

“I think there’s someone else I rather have you do things to” you whisper as you subtly bite your lip. “W-who?” He asks as his face blushes, but he already knows what the answer is. “Me. I’ll meet you at your house, 7 tonight” you say as you go to turn to walk in the store. “But El” You turn back to look at him, “but El is sleeping at Max’s, we’ll have the house all to ourselves. See you then” you smirk and wink at him before entering the store.

And that’s exactly what you did, you met him at his house at 7 that night, in a short skirt and a tank top, underneath it being a matching lacy bra and panty set.

You knock on the door and wait for him to answer, a look of shock on his face as he opened it. “Wow… you actually came, uh come in, please come in” he welcomes you into his house. “Did you take me for a liar?” You ask

“I- uh- no, I didn’t, I just wasn’t fully sure if you were joking or not, but I’m really glad you’re not” he reassures you. “Why don’t you show me how glad you are?” You smirk

He leads the way into the bedroom, the two of you exchanging kisses on any place you could get to. Necks, lips, jaws, wherever you could find.

“Take you clothes off” he orders you, but you decide to be a brat, “Hm, why should I?”, to which he rolls his eyes and strictly says “because I’m an officer, and you listen when a cop tells you to do something, understand?”

“Yes sheriff” you smirk and stand up, pulling your shirt over your head and your skirt down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and panties, not for long though because those were quickly removed too.

You climb on the bed sitting up after removing your clothing, Hopper still in his uniform.

“Put your hands above your head” he instructs as he unbuttons his top and throws it to the floor. “Don’t know if I can do that sheriff” you innocently say to him before he starts walking towards you. “Well I can” he says pushing you back into the bed and pinning your hands about your head before roughly kissing you

“You know people who don’t follow rules and listen to the officer tend to get in more trouble” he says after breaking the kiss. “Maybe that’s something I’m willing to risk” you whisper as he quickly flips you over placing you so you’re lying on your stomach. “Get on your knees, face down, ass in the air” he directs and you do so, deciding to follow his rules this time

“Maybe some handcuffs will teach you a lesson ay?” He says before quickly grabbing you arms and placing them behind your back, locking your hands in the metal cuffs. “That’s better” he speaks, letting go of your cuffed hands and slapping your bare ass. “I think it’s time someone puts you in your place”

You can’t physically see what he’s doing, but you can hear the metal on his belt coming undone and dropping to the floor, his pants following.

He walks up behind you and pushes his clothed erection against your ass. “You feel what you do to me? What should I do about this?” He asks. “I think you should fuck me” you answer getting wetter at the touch of his hard erection. “I think that’s the smartest thing you said all night” he says before pulling down his underwear and teasing your entrance with his tip.

“God you’re so fucking wet for me, makes it so easy for me to just slide right in” and not even a second later, he roughly slams into you, causing a roaring moan to escape your mouth.

He grabs onto the cuffs on your hands placed behind your back for support as he begins to pound into you- not going easy, heavy breathing and whispering “fuck” under his breath.

You on the other hand, could barely get the word fuck out of you mouth. You just took it and moaned like you never have before, he didn’t give you anytime to build your moans up, he started fast and it felt fucking incredible, something you never felt before.

He continues slamming you, but this time slapping your ass and gripping it to keep balance, before he begins to move and reposition himself slightly, almost as he was looking for something.

“W-what are you -oh fuck- doing?” You moan out. “You’ll see” he slaps your ass hard, causing you to yelp.

He repositions himself one last time before thrusting into your g spot hard, causing you to scream out a moan, with the sound of you and slapping skin filling the air. “Found it” he smirks.

He repeatedly pounds into your g spot as you repeatedly scream out many different phrases, “Fuck officer you feel so good” “I love having you inside me, you fill me up so well” and many- many- moans, until you feel yourself getting close.

“F-fuck” you moan out. “S-so close” you whimper. “You wanna cum babygirl? You want to cum all over a police officers cock like a dirty girl?”

“Y- yes please!” You moan out in pleasure. “Then do it, cum all over my dick like a little slut”

And as soon as he said that, that’s what you did, you let the knot in your stomach go and you moaned as loud as you can as your whole body was shaking along to the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. He kept thrusting as you came down from your messy moaning high, but not for long though, quickly pulling out of you.

He grabs you by the handcuffs and pulls you up to a sitting position on your knees, your hands still tight behind your back being unable to use them before placing himself in front of you.

“That mouth sure likes to speak like a brat so show me what else it can do” he shoves his cock in your mouth and begins to thrust in and out as you suck and lick his cock. “That’s it princess, god you take me so fucking good, all mine, not that fucking Hargrove kid, mind” he says before placing a hand on the back of your head, pushing it down to take him further as he face fucks you.

“I’m getting really fucking close- really close. I’m gonna-“, that’s all he could say before you ran your tongue up on the vein along his length, making his cock twitch in your mouth, causing him to explode and shoot his hot cum down your throat, you swallowing it all.

He takes a few seconds to cool off and get his breathing back under control before standing up and walking to the back of you to unhook your handcuffs.

He finally sets your arms free as you get up and run a hand down his chest, “wow sheriff, I think I might have to be a bad girl more often” you smirk

“Watch it, you might get yourself locked up here for a night with that mouth” he slaps your ass one last time

“If what we just did will always be my punishment, I don’t think I’d mind being locked up here for a night” you shrug your shoulders. “Tonight was amazing, thanks sheriff” you wink

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writingformadderton · 4 years

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River Part 6

Characters: Richard Madden, Brandon Flynn, Taron Egerton

Word Count: 2900

Summary: It is the day after Christmas and Richard wakes up feeling regret but also kind of happy. Taron on his side is driven by regret and when he is out for a walk he meets his ex boyfriend and his best friend. Brandon tells them to talk about their evening and goes home earlier. Taron apologizes and tells Richard that he regrets a lot of things. When they say goodbye Richard doesn’t know that Taron planned to see him for the last time that afternoon. Until he gets the call.

Additional Tags: regret, shame, angst, mention of suicide, saying goodbye, panic attack, comfort, best friends, love, kisses, apologies, mention of alcohol, mention of pills, mention of blood

Author’s Note: This chapter ends very dark and if sb could get triggered because of something in the tags above, please don’t read it! If someone wants a sad end for this series then stop after this part.

Part 5 Part 7

The next morning, Richard wakes up with a terrible headache. He moves to sit up, but realizes that Brandon is lying on top of him. Richard closes his eyes again and tries to control the pain in his head, feeling himself getting thirsty. Deciding to rub his mates back to wake him up, he lifts his hand and frowns when he feels Brandon’s warm skin underneath his fingertips. He opens his eyes quickly and sees that both of them aren’t wearing their shirts anymore, nor their pants.

Richard turns his head to the side, hissing when a sharp pain shoots through his neck, and sees their clothes lying around in the room. He takes a deep breath and is relieved when he realizes that both of them are still wearing their underwear.

He tries to remember what happened last night after his talk with Taron. Yeah because you were just talking. He didn’t make out with Brandon, right? Let alone, sleep with him? Oh shit.

The American wakes up with a deep groan and pushes himself up. He looks down at him, his eyes becoming wide, and then glances around the room. “Please tell me we didn’t-.” he stumbles.

“Don’t think so.” Richard answers and massages his temples. “But drinking so much wasn’t a good idea.”

“I agree.” Brandon rolls off of him and sits up, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I need a shower.” he mumbles and gets up moaning. He comes back with a glass of water and a pain pill to fight the headache and hands it to Rich. “Take that.”

Richard thanks him and takes the pill. He rests his head in the pillow again and hears Brandon turn on the shower upstairs. Rich grabs a blanket and covers himself with it, looking outside and seeing the snow falling heavy. Rubbing his face, he thinks back to last night.

Having Taron in his arms, hearing him moaning his name right next to his ear and being inside him. Taron’s hot skin pressed against his, his soft lips underneath him and their tongues sliding against each other. Feeling his thick thighs underneath his lips and sinking his teeth in his weak spot.

He feels himself getting needy for his touch again. Rich wants to feel him, kiss him, and make him squirm in his arms again. He remembers back to all their good times and all the times they had candid fun. It was never the same with T. Sometimes they spent soft and lazy evenings together melting into one in their bed. Other times Taron provoked him in public, embarrassed him, making him hard until he got what he wanted.

“Fuck.” he says to himself when he feels him getting hard.

“Oh fuck.” Taron groans and arches his back, cumming all over his hand. He comes down slowly from his high and falls back into his pillow. Panting, he looks up to the ceiling, grabbing the towel and the wash cloth, cleaning himself.

Waking up with a headache, he started thinking about the events that happened last night. Richard’s full lips that were traveling all over his thighs and making him weak in his knees, his full lips kissing him over and over again. His deep groans when he started working inside of him that he missed hearing so much. Taron was hard before even thinking about the way Rich looked at him when he slid into him for the first time.

And before he could stop himself, his hands pulled down his boxers and he started working on his hard cock, imagining it to be Richard. Making himself squirming and moaning all to himself. God you’re a pathetic mess! If he could see you right now.

Taron walks over to the bathroom slowly and gets rid of his boxers. He steps underneath the shower head and enjoys the warm water running down his body and calming him down.

Back in his room, he collects his clothes that he threw on the floor when he came home late last night. He checks his phone and sees a message from Jamie.

Gonna fly back in an hour. Take care of yourself, T – Jaime

Safe flight, mate. – Taron

Taron sighs and lies his phone aside. Rich started calling him T and somehow his friends started doing it too. Now Richard and he weren’t that close anymore and still people were calling him that. It has a nice and familiar ring to it, and it calmed him when he heard or read it. But it also hurt not hearing it from him anymore.

I fucking miss you, T.

That’s what he said yesterday. Before shoving him against the door and making him feel so damn good.

When Richard walks down the stairs after a needed shower, he sees Brandon sleeping on the sofa. He grins and gets a warm blanket, putting it over him. He gets a piece of paper and writes a short message for his best friend, placing it on the sofa table. All he needed now was a bit fresh air and time to sort out his thoughts.

“Where are you going?” Brandon asks and yawns. He sits up and rubs his eyes before grabbing his glasses from the table. Putting them on his nose, he looks at Richard curiously.

“I wanted to go out for a walk. Wanna join?” he asks and smiles when Brandon nods and gets up.

They get dressed for the weather and walk outside into the cold winter landscape. After a little while walking, they reach the park and start talking. Until now they remained silent, but in a comfortable way. That’s one of the things Richard loves about their friendship. They could remain silent for so long without feeling awkward doing it.

Grabbing his coat, Taron opens the door and steps outside. The cold makes him shiver and he pulls the coat closer to his body. He doesn’t know where he should go and just walks around the city until he reaches the park.

The snow is crunching underneath his feet and he slightly kicks it around. Taron puts his hands deeper into his coat and sighs a bit, watching his breath look like smoke due to the cold. He stops walking when he sees Brandon and Richard a bit away from him, walking together through the park. Brandon looks up to him and says something, Richard starts laughing and shakes his head. The American stops walking and shoots him a glare before grabbing some snow and throwing it into Richard’s face.

Taron chuckles softly, Rich wouldn’t let him get away with that. His ex-boyfriend leans down and lifts Brandon up, throwing him over his shoulder. Something falls down and Taron continues walking, getting cold from standing around.

“Richard! Let me down!” Brandon shouts laughing and groans when Rich throws him right into the snow. He pants lying there and can barely hide his face behind his hands before a snowball hits him. Sitting up, he grabs some snow and throws it at Rich who is laughing at him. Suddenly, he realizes how bad his vision is, which he originally thought was because of the snow. “Rich?” Another snowball hits his face. “Richard! Stop for a second.” He gets up carefully and closes his eyes slightly. “Where the hell are my glasses?!”

“Shit! Did you lose them in the snow?” Richard asks shocked and looks around.

“Are you looking for these?” Taron asks and shows them the glasses he found a few meters away from them, lying in the snow.

“Oh god, yes! Thank you!” Brandon says and takes them with a bright smile. He pulls down the sleeve of his hoodie and cleans the glasses, before putting them on his nose. “Hey, Taron.”

“Hey.” T smiles a bit and glances at Richard. “I’m gonna go, just wanted to return those to you.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Brandon says and looks at Rich. “I think you two could use a conversation after last night.”

“We can talk later. I won’t take your time away with Richard.” Taron says and chuckles softly.

Brandon smirks and shakes his head. “I’m staying for the next couple of weeks and I need some sleep after last night. Don’t worry about that.”

“Well, we can. But only if you want too.” Richard says slowly and looks at him observantly.

“Yeah.” T says and nods.

Brandon pulls up the hood of his jacket and looks at them for a moment. “But please, keep it to strictly talking please? You’re out in public.”

Taron frowns and looks at Richard. “Did you tell him what happened?”

Before Richard can even answer, Brandon starts chuckling. “No. But I’m not blind, Taron. I know my best mate and I saw the looks on both of your faces. And well-.” He points at their necks, now covered with dark marks, and raises his eyebrows.

Richard grins and pats his back. “I’m gonna see you later then.” He hands him the keys and they go their separate ways.

Richard and Taron walk next to each other, both caught up in their thoughts. They don’t know how to start a proper conversation without slipping into a topic that would only hurt. “I am sorry.”

“How do you mean?” Richard asks and looks over to him.

Taron bites his lower lip. “For literally everything. For hurting you so much, for ruining our relationship, for hurting myself, for making you suffer and blaming you for my problems.” T stops walking and turns towards him. He looks down at the ground briefly and shakes his head looking back up. “For slapping you.” He raises his eyebrows and his eyes fill with tears.

Richard swallows hard and bites on his lips. “It’s okay.” he says barely audible.

“No, it is not, Richard. You were right a few days ago. I wrecked you.” He presses his lips together shaking. “And you wanna know the worst part?” Rich just looks at him remaining silent. “I didn’t care. At all.” he spits out sourly and shrugs his shoulders. “I just didn’t care that I hurt you.”

“I-.” Richard feels his own eyes filling with tears. Taron admitting that he didn’t care at all hurts even more than the actual break up. He knew that T kind of stopped thinking about it and never called him. But he always told himself that he just needed a break as much as he. “I know that, I guess.”

“It hurts, right? It feels like I slapped you all over again, but this time much more deadly.” Taron says and takes a deep breath. It wasn’t true at all that he didn’t care but he wants Rich to hate him. It would be easier for him to get over everything then.

“Taron-.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you and I can see how much I hurt you.” A single tear rolls down his face and he lets it happen. The thought of losing him completely now hurts.

“It hurts. Immensely.” Richard takes a step closer to him and looks down at him.

“Why do you still want me?” Taron asks and shakes his head frustrated. He could tell him the worst lies and Richard would still forgive him after a while. “I fucking destroyed you, Richard. And I still do. Talking you into having sex with me, just to finally feel good for a single moment again. I am toxic and-.”

Richard cups his face and tells him to shut up for a single second. He looks into the confused blueish green eyes he once called his home. “I still love you.” he simply says. “It maybe sounds idiotic because of everything that happened to us. But deep down you’re still the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.”

Taron swallows back his tears and looks at him with big sad puppy eyes. “I just want you to be happy.”

The Scottish leans forward and kisses him softly, still cupping his face. “Someone asked me yesterday; Can you just live in the moment for fucking once?” he smiles weakly and his thumb rubs over his cheek. “That’s what I try to do every day and you should start that too. Stop thinking back over and over again, you can’t change what happened back then.”

“But I can’t make it right again either.” Taron pulls his hands away from his face and softly squeezes them. “Richard you have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“I want you to be happy. Stay with people that are good for you.” Taron lets go of his hands and kisses him gently for one last time. He stares into those deep blue eyes and his throat gets tight. Now he is absolutely sure of his next steps. He needs to protect Richard from him. “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.” Richard says quietly and watches him observantly.

“I have to go now. But I promise you, you’ll see me again.” Taron smiles at him weakly and turns around, beginning to walk away. He tries to hold himself together until he is back at home, and when he finally makes into his apartment, he stumbles upstairs into the bathroom.

He grabs the razors. Looking at himself in the mirror, he starts sobbing and punches the glass. Hating his reflection became normal. “Just do it and it’ll be over.” He mumbles to himself.

Richard sits next to Brandon on the sofa and thinks about Taron’s strange way of saying goodbye. Something was clearly not right. He sees that Brandon’s glass is empty and walks into the kitchen to refill it. When he walks back in, his phone rings and he sees Taron's name appearing. “Taron?” he takes the call.

“Promise me to take care of yourself.” Taron just says with a shaking voice.

Rich listens closely and worries float through his body. His ex-boyfriend was clearly drunk and upset. “Where are you?”

“Please, Richie. Promise me.” T begs and his voice cracks as the tears start falling.

“Taron, don’t do something stupid, you hear me?” Richard feels panic rising in his body and his hands start shaking. Brandon turns around confused and watches him questioning.

“It’s gonna be okay. No one will miss me. And you won’t as well after some time.” Taron explains with a high-pitched shaking voice. He sniffs and holds back a sob when he feels the sharp pain in his wrist.

“No, Taron!” Rich sounds scared now which worries Brandon immensely. “Where are you?”

“At home. For now.” T just says and hopes Richard would believe him and wouldn’t come here.

“Please don’t do this to me, love.” Richards voice cracks and he tries to hold himself together, shaking.

Taron swallows hard at the sound of Richards voice but shakes his head. No turning back! “I’m sorry. You’re gonna be okay. I love you, angel eyes.” He chokes out and ends the call quickly sinking down on his knees crying.

Richard feels himself getting dizzy and the glass falls from his hand and onto the floor, along with his phone. He pants and stumbles towards the sofa to hold himself up. Brandon jumps up and catches him, holding him tightly. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asks worried. But Richard starts stammering something and his eyes fill with tears rapidly, which quickly make their way down his cheeks. “Rich? What’s wrong? What did he say?”

Richard starts sobbing full of panic and slides down onto the floor, pulling Brandon down with him. That couldn’t be true, right? What was he supposed to do now?

“Talk to me, bub.” Brandon pulls him into a safe embrace, knowing Richard is someone who needs to be held during such an attack and strokes his fingers through his hair. He knows a panic attack when he sees it, but this here was intense, even for Richard. “I’m here, shh.”

Richard looks up and his eyes are full of panic. “Taron. He’s drunk and- I think he’s gonna end it.” Is all he can choke out.

“What?” His heartbeat increases and he tries to sort out his thoughts. “Okay, I need you to calm down now.” he says and strokes over his back, rocking them forth and back. “He needs your help right now, Rich.”

Rich shakes his head and tries to calm down again. “I can’t. Brandon I can’t even breathe. How am I supposed to-.” he sobs and holds onto Brandon tightly, knowing he’s the only thing saving him from giving up completely. “Please don’t leave me as well.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” he says and presses a kiss to his hair, trying to calm his racing heart. “I’m here, Rich, I’m here.”

Taron stumbles into the bedroom groaning when the dizziness gets too much. The pill bottle in his hand falls from his hand and bounces on the floor. “Fuck, Rich?” he chokes out and tries to see clearly again. Then he looks down at his hands, covered in blood, and realizes that Richard isn’t here to save him. He was all alone. He drops to his knees and breaks down, groaning and trying to breathe. But every effort is useless and the dizziness consumes him. He blacks out and his body falls limp onto the floor.

@dreamingwolfthings @onceuponadetectivedemigod @primaba11erina @guns-n-marvel @honkycrowley @sarahegerton96 @shereighties @multicoloredchicken

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since some of yall mentioned missing my dumb little daydreams; here’s yesterday morning’s:

lucas’ phone alarm is going off in his bedroom, but when zakk goes to say good morning and make sure everything’s ready to go for the day, he’s nowhere to be found. zakk walks downstairs to look around for him, but the aide by the front door points toward the kitchen.

the side door to the outside is ajar, and there’s lucas, standing completely still on the driveway with bare feet, no shirt, and no pants.

“lucas!” zakk says sharply, and slowly, lucas turns toward him. his cheeks are burning red, but the rest of him is pale like snow. “what the hell are you doing out there? it’s freezing!”

lucas just turns back around, taking a slow, deep breath.

zakk hurries outside and toward him, and lucas steps away and says shortly, “don’t.”

“what the hell are you doing?” zakk demands again, but he doesn’t move forward.

“it’s so nice out,” lucas says a little dreamily. “the air...”

“the air is FREEZING,” zakk insists. he’s already cold, and he’s been outside for all of ten seconds. “you need to come inside before your toes freeze. or your balls. you need to put some clothes on. come inside.”

“no.”

zakk’s eyebrows shoot up. “no?”

lucas shakes his head.

“you have a fever, right?” zakk checks.

“no.”

zakk sighs. “lucas, there is no way that you don’t have a fever right now.”

“i’m fine; i’m just really hot. and i’m tired, and my neck kind of hurts. and i’m dizzy.”

zakk stands there and stares at him, but lucas doesn’t connect the dots.

“this is the only place i feel like i can breathe.”

“can i feel your forehead?”

“no,” lucas growls. “don’t touch me. i’m too hot.”

“okay. if i bring a thermometer out here, will you put it in your mouth?”

lucas sighs and then nods. “i don’t have a fever, though.” his eyes close again, and zakk can read the exhaustion in his face.

“okay. let me get toby to grab one for you, okay?”

“my throat hurts,” lucas mutters, like he’s realizing it for the first time.

zakk sticks his head inside. “toby?” he asks quietly.

“yeah?”

“can you grab a thermometer? and lucas’ blanket, please?”

“no,” lucas argues from outside, but zakk ignores him. he’s allowing lucas to stand outside in 40 degree weather in his underwear; lucas had better not push it.

tobias returns and gives both items to zakk, who thanks him and goes back outside.

“no blanket,” lucas says angrily, and zakk nods, but after zakk approaches to pop the thermometer between lucas’ lips, lucas leans down to rest his clammy forehead on zakk’s shoulder. his hair is pulled into one of those little buns that he loves so much, but it’s messier than usual.

“i’m so hot,” lucas whispers, careful not to let the thermometer fall.

“i know. don’t talk for a second,” zakk instructs, and lucas obeys. they’re quiet, and zakk’s bare feet are aching from the cold, and he can see his own breath. he wonders if lucas is unknowingly injuring himself just by being out here.

“toby?” zakk calls again.

the aide comes back to the door.

“how long has he been out here?”

“a little over twenty minutes.”

“shit,” zakk mutters.

“i tried to get him to come in, but he said like no eight times,” toby apologizes.

“no, no, it’s okay. it’s not your fault.”

lucas’ head grows heavier on zakk’s shoulder.

“he’s a big baby when he’s sick,” zakk offers, and lucas snorts, but no one says anything else about it. “let’s try the blanket, okay?” zakk says to him. he’s slipping a little into that crooning tone that he usually reserves for animals, but he knows from past experience that it works.

“nooo,” lucas protests tiredly around the thermometer, which beeps.

“yeahhh, big guy. you’re gonna hurt yourself out here with no clothes on.”

“no,” lucas whines again, but it’s too late. zakk is exchanging the thermometer for the soft fabric, which he drapes around around lucas’ shoulders. lucas shivers and then shoves the blanket off. it lands on the concrete, and zakk sighs heavily.

“you need to stand on it.”

“what?”

“stand on the blanket.”

“why?”

“because, i already told you. your toes are gonna fall off. i don’t wanna have to explain that to your scary mom.”

“fine,” lucas grumbles, and he obeys, stepping backwards onto the bunched up fabric before resting his head back on zakk’s shoulder.

zakk looks down at the thermometer; 102.5. he holds it where lucas can see. “dude, you’re sick.”

“it’s broken.”

zakk’s not having it. “no, it’s not, so you need to stop fighting me. let’s go inside. i’ll get you a water bottle from the fridge to hold against your forehead, okay? we gotta call megan to come pick you up.”

lucas grumbles something against zakk’s shoulder.

“what?” zakk asks.

“i want isabel,” lucas repeats in exasperation.

zakk lets out a sad little laugh. “yeah, man i know. we can call her later, but right now, i’ve got to get the kids up for breakfast, so let’s get you back in bed.”

“i’m gonna lie on the stupid floor,” he says, and he’s mad.

“okay.”

“and i want your fucking fan.”

“i will give it to you,” zakk nods, and he starts pulling him by the (alarmingly hot) wrist toward the door.

lucas makes a noise of disapproval as he enters the warm kitchen and goes back up the stairs. “it’s too hot,” he whines, but zakk just goes quickly to his own bedroom to retrieve the portable fan before lucas can wake the kids up with his complaints.

zakk plugs the fan in, promises to come back to see how he’s doing, and then shuts the door. when he returns to check on lucas fifteen minutes later, he’s sprawled spread-eagle on the floor and sound asleep.

zakk quietly shuts the door again. the phone call to megan can wait a little while.

#pre-dating!!#kinda wanna do a part 2 of this... do yall want that?#zakk #lucas #sun and moon #hcs #extras

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gxthicwxrm · 5 years

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Dead Roses Still Blossom Chapter One.

Chapter One

I walk down the old hallways, goosebumps react as the temperatures seem to drop, chilling the sweat lingering on the back of my neck, the oversized men’s white undershirt brushes against my bare knees. I pass door after door, wandering for what feels like years. These halls are endless. I pass a maid who tsks and shakes her head as she sees me.

“I still can’t get the stains out of the sheets, deary. Oh, that poor shirt. You’ll find your purpose soon.” She says the last part in a whispered hushed tone like she wasn’t allowed to say it. I look at her with concern. Stains? I scratch the back of my neck then fiddle with the edges of my shirt. As I look down at my shirt, red catches my eyes. Various shades of red over my sides and the edges of my tee. Her eyes became wide-eyed.

“What hap-happened t-to m-me?” I stuttered out as my eyes sting and my lip trembles. My whole body is shaking rabidly. Why am I covered in blood? My chest feels like it will explode, the room slowly spins as I move to grab her arms. That’s when I see it. A deep, bloody gash running up my arm. Bruises are bloated over both my arms in variations of purples and reds. My thighs are covered as well. I look back at her, but she is looking behind me, a scared expression resting on her face. I go to look behind me but my vision is blurred. Black spots pepper my sight as my head pounds. What happened to me? I think as I feel the world falls from underneath me. Before I fully pass out, I feel two strong, cold arms wrap around my waist.

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“Her poor soul.” A raspy female voice says. ‘She’s too beautiful to be stuck here.”

“What happened?” An accented male voice asks. I feel an arm under my head and my knees as whoever carries my walks. I hear a door click open. I struggle to open my eyes. They won't budge.

“Well, she fainted, Sir.” Another soft female voice breathes out. My mouth won't open either. What’s going on?

“I can see that Mrs. Evers. Why is she covered in bloody clothes?” The accented man growls. I hear the door clicked shut then I am being lower. My limp body is surrounded by cushioning. Soft, silky comfort. I try to move but my body won't comply.

“ She came here covered in bruises. She was skittish and quiet. A man followed up with her. He left that night. Sally said she was a prostitute, so we left her alone. But Mrs. Evers found he-” Adrian. Yes, he was here. I can vaguely remember him. Why was he here?

“She was covered in blood, the whole bed, Sir. She was bleeding everywhere and I cleaned it up. Took forever, still can’t get blood out of those sheets.” The soft voice assumed to be Mrs. Evers, interrupted the raspy one.

“We think that man killed her. She won’t remember how or what happened right now. She’ll need a day or two.” The raspy voice sounded irritated.

“Thank you, Liz. You two should go now.” I assume they left, I passed back out before I heard the door click.

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The first thing I feel once I wake up is the soft comforter, then the cold silk sheets and pillowcases. Instead of opening my eyes, I curled further into the bed. I fade off to sleep. As sleep takes over, a piercing scream shoots through the air, jolting me up. I frantically look around the vintage-styled hotel room. Tan flooring, white comforter, blood-red silk bedding, brown walls. I look down to see me no longer in the bloodied t-shirt. I’m wearing a black undershirt, dark grey men’s boxers, and socks. I’m not covered in blood anymore. My gashes are stitched up, healing. The bruises are still there. The screaming happens again, this time louder and longer. I jump out of the bed and slowly go to the door.

As I pass the opening to what I assume is the dining room, I see a tall man with dark hair, shirtless and covered in blood wielding a knife. A man lays on the floor, screaming, blood pours from his thigh and stomach. He sees me, wide eyes, silently pleading for help. I shake my head rapidly while my trembling hand goes to my lips, one finger signaling to be quiet.

He starts to open his mouth as I click the door open. The dark-haired man turns, a sadistic smile on his face which vanishes as he sees me. Shakes rake through my body as adrenaline rushes into my veins. He takes a step towards me. Quickly, I throw the door open and run out. Pounding fills my ears as my ankles ache. I scream for help. I race to the end of the hallways, then down the stairs into the hotel lobby.

There’s an older heavy set woman with a tall bald woman dressed in a green gown behind the front desk. I could’ve sworn I saw the elder lady shakes her head. I stop at the bottom of the stairs, crazily looking for an exit. I spot the main doors across from me. I run so fast that I tripped over my own feet. Immediately, I drag myself back up and stumble-run the rest of the way. I practically fall on the door, opening it. I see the sidewalk and run to it. In my panic, I didn’t notice I was running down the hallway, at the landing of the stairs. I stop. What? I-I……..I was outside. I think to myself. I take off to door once again. The same sidewalk. I end up in the same hallway, same stairs. As I run to the door once again, the older woman yells something.

“Oh for the love of Christ. STOP! You ain’t going to go anywhere. You’re stuck here.” She says walking up to me, waving her arms around. I stare at her, dumbfounded. She walks over to me and reaches her hand out for mine. Tears sting my eyes as I reach my shaking hand to her. She grabs it, pulling me to the bar. She gestures for me to sit down as the tall woman poured me a shot of vodka.

“Listen, sweets, You’re dead.” She stops at my expression, putting a finger up to signal for me to be quiet. I feel the need to obey her command. “ What's the last you remember?” I sat and thought for a minute. I came here after leaving Adrian, knocked out in his apartment. I called a cab and used his credit card to get a room here.

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I was reading a book in my room, Stephen King’s ‘Pet Sematary’, when a knock rang throughout the room. I put the room key in as my bookmark and went to open the door. Before I touched the knob, I glanced in the bathroom mirror. I was wearing a white tee and no underwear. Auburn curls that usually frame my face were pulled into a high ponytail, falling to my mid-back. A cluster of roses is tattooed on my shoulder and thigh. The bright red ink contrasting with my snow-white complexion. Freckles pepper over every inch of my body, primarily my shoulders, and cheeks. My frame is short and slightly chubby. I look away from the mirror and onto the floor where I threw my clothes from my bath off. I quickly grabbed the clean pair and shorts.

Before I could put the shorts on, whoever is out the door knocks on the door again. My brows pulled together. Who the hell is banging on my door? I opened it to see Adrian. He was tall, blonde, brown eyes, built. Tattoos could be seen at the collar of his shirt and wrists. A scar runs down the side of his face, starting at his brow and ending at the corner of his mouth. He shoved me into the room. I scramble to the nearest chair.

“Where’s my fucking money, you whore?” He throws the chair away from me, smashing

his boot into my wrist. He pulls a gun from the back of his pants, leaning down to me and places the gun to my temple.

“I’mma ask one more fucking time and only one more time. Where. The. Fucking. Hell. Is. My. Money, you dumb trashy bimbo.?” He grabs my chin. I spat in his face, slamming my knee into his junk. He drops his gun and leans over. I shove him off of me, reaching for the gun that slid across the floor. As I reach for it, my ankle gets grabbed. Suddenly, I’m being pulled and a knife is over my throat. He removes the knife and switches it with his hand. He slashes his blade down my upper arm twice. I scream out as white-hot pain radiates from my arm to my fingertips.

“Wanna do something like that again? Huh? Where’s the money?” He puts his mouth against my ear, snarling. I whimper as he presses down on the cut.

“Under the bathroom sink. Please don't kill me.” I cry out. He grabs my ginger hair and slams my face into the flooring. I scream out, rolling onto my back while clutching my nose as he gets off of me. He dashes to the bathroom. I look around for the gun, seeing it halfway under the bed. He never was bright when it came to high-pressure situations. I pull myself over to it as he searches for the money that wasn’t there, to begin with. It was under the mattress in a pillowcase. I lean on the bed, holding the gun towards the bathroom doorway.

He walks out, fury burning in his eyes, a sneer on his face. He sees the trembling gun and bursts out laughing. “You think you can shoot me? Bitch, you don’t have the guts. That’s why I took you when I wanted, why every guy smacked your ass around. You don’t do shit but take it or freeze. You are just a cu-” I pulled the trigger.

Click.

I looked down to see the safety was on. By the time I looked back up, hot searing pain pricked at my stomach then happened again. I looked down to see two wounds, one with a knife and one without. He shoved his head into mine. Pounding deafens me as he laughs and begins beating me. Jabs and kicks come for what feels like forever. I refuse to say anything about the money, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Screaming and talking felt i'm possible. The air was knocked out of me each time I could almost catch it. I blacked out before he left, but before I faded away I saw in the wide-open doorway, A dark-haired man standing beside a frail-looking maid. Then the lights went out.

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The air stilled, the world stopped spinning. Something in me snapped, pain blossomed from my chest like a poisoned dark rose. The thorns of the realization of my loss of life ripped through the soil of my sanity. I’m dead.

“W-why can’t I l-leave? Why am I s-stuck in this place?” I whisper, my voice shaking. A girl in a cheetah print coat with frizzy blonde hair sits beside me. She chuckles darkly as she pulls out a cigarette from the pack, lighting it.

“Baby, tell me when you find out. I’d love to leave this damned place. I’m Sally. You?” She rested her elbow on the table than her head on her fist, staring at me. I hunch over, helplessly. She smiles, softly.

“Lilith. I’m Lilith.” I give in. She nods softly with a wide smile. She pats my back causing me to flinch away. If she noticed, she didn’t show it. I grab the shot of vodka and chug it.

“ Names Liz, That’s Iris.” The bald lady points to the older lady beside herself, Iris waves.

“Give me the bottle.” Liz looks shocked but nods, handing me the bottle. I take a large swing, savoring the burn.

#AHS #ahs smut #ahs murder house #ahs imagine #james patrick march #james march imagine #james march smut #tate langdon fanfic #tate langdon imagine #Jimmy darling #jimmy darling imagine #jimmy darling smut #kit walker imagine #kit walker fanfic #kit walker smut #kyle spencer #kai anderson imagine #kai anderson imagines #michael langdon imagines

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katedrakeohd · 5 years

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Chapter 34: Come fly with me.

Pairing: Drake x (MC) Kate Darling

Travelling home on the royal jet, Drake shows Kate the King's private suite after dinner.

Rated: Mature, Explicit Sexual Content

Approx: 3000 words

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After dinner Kate and Drake are sitting together in a comfortable silence. Jerry, the steward, has collected their empty plates, and refilled their wine and whiskey glasses. As they continue to travel east they lose the sunset glow and the aircraft lighting takes over. Because they were seated so close together, legroom was limited and Drake's long legs kept invading Kate's personal space. A situation that was annoying at first, but soon Kate turned this around to her advantage. As she sipped her wine she would sneakily stick her toes up into Drake's pantleg. Whenever he would flinch it resulted in him banging his knee under the table and he'd scowl at her.

"Stop that." He warned her.

"Well then put your big feet somewhere else." She said with a grin.

"I sorta can't. Now keep your toes to yourself Darling."

Kate smirks at him as she finishes her wine. "Sorry, can't do it. It's nice and warm up that pantleg. And I happen to like the place where that leg leads to. "

Drake sucks in a breath to protest her torture tactics. Each time she tickled his ankle with her toe it was sending a jolt of sensation up into his groin. The knee jerk reaction was totally involuntary and was making his knee hurt. Soon he was going to have a significant tent in his pants and a sore knee to go along with it.

Shooting her another warning glance, he says. "Well if you're trying to get a rise out of me it's working so now you can stop. Besides now my knee hurts."

Kate grins at him from across the table, "Ok fine I'll stop. Do you want me to kiss your booboos and make them all better?"

Drake finishes his whiskey, "Kinda, sorta, maybe. Just not here."

Kate nods, "Ok then let's go."

Taking Kate by the hand Drake leads her back through the darkened seating area where Hana and Maxwell are sleeping.

He grins mischievously, stopping in the aisle to give her a kiss. She giggles as his hand roams down her back and then gives her ass a squeeze.

Holding a finger up to his lips he says "sssh"..

Hana stirs in her sleep, and Kate reaches up to cover his mouth whispering. "Come on, let's move on before we wake someone."

Taking her hand again he tiptoes to the back of the plane and twists the locking mechanism on the door and then opens it.

The King's chamber is dark, only lit by emergency light strips down on the floor. After they're inside Drake closes the door and locks it.

A touch pad on the wall by the door glows, displaying comfort controls for the room: Temperature, lighting level, and a call button for the wait staff.

Drake taps the panel, bringing up lighting controls. "So what should we go for, dark and romantic, bright and dazzling or somewhere in between."

Kate smiles, "Somewhere in between, I don't want to trip over stuff in the dark. I've never been in here before remember?"

Drake slides up on the lightbar to turn on the recessed lighting in the ceiling. For the first time the opulence of the space is revealed to Kate. Two overstuffed leather airplane seats are to the left, with a table in between. To the right is a large leather sofa and a mini bar. At the back of room there are two doors, one on the left and one to the right.

Drake points in the direction of the two doors, "One's a toilet the other is the shower." On the wall behind Kate is a large flatscreen TV with audio and video components built into the wall underneath.

Kate walks over and sits down on the sofa, sinking into the soft leather cushions. "Mmm, this is nice."

Drake takes off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the seats. Keeping eye contact with Kate he starts to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes travel down with his fingers as he undoes each button, and then she bites her lip when he reaches into his pants to untuck his t-shirt.

He undoes his pants, unzipping slowly. Kate can barely stand it, because his dark eyes are still on her and he's not saying anything. Shrugging out of his long sleeve shirt he lets it drop. He gives her a mischievous grin as he slowly pulls his t-shirt off over his head.

Standing there in his unbuttoned jeans and no shirt he crooks a finger and beckons her over, "Come here.." he says quietly.

Kate looks him up and down, biting her lip again, "No you come to me."

Drake walks over stopping a foot away, holding out his hand. Kate grabs his hand and yanks him down onto the sofa next to her, climbing on top of him and pushing him back against the cushions. Mashing her lips hungrily into his and grabbing handfuls of his hair, she moans against his mouth. He groans deep in his throat, pulling up at her shirt and sliding his hands up to unhook her bra. Sitting back she lets him pull her shirt and bra off over her head. Staring up into her eyes he slides his hands up her torso and grabs each breast, trapping both nipples roughly with his thumbs and giving them a squeeze. Kate moans and throws her head back with a hiss, grinding her hips against his lap. "Oh yes.."

Drake sits up, licking and suckling at her nipples, his hands going down to grip her ass firmly. "Kate.." he whispers against her skin as he kisses along her collarbone and licks and bites at her shoulder. She slides one hand up to grip the back of his hair, the other raking down the muscles of his back. Gasping at the sting of her nails, he growls, grabbing her and pushing her down on the couch. His eyes dark with passion he undoes her jeans and struggles to get them off. Grunting with frustration. "Damnit help me," he says. Kate lifts her hips and shoves her jeans down so he can peel them off. Her panties get pushed askew in the process, and Drake slides back up her body and grabs her by the hips, licking broadly across her belly and snagging the edge of her panties in his teeth. Kate arches her back grabbing for the end of the couch as he starts to drag down her panties, first with his teeth, and then his thumbs as he places kisses along her quivering inner thighs. They can both smell the moist heat of her sex as she begins to drip, throbbing to be touched. Drake pulls her panties off the rest of the way, taking a moment to gaze upon her wanton desperate state. Her chest heaving, eyes closed and her thighs spread. Fuck yes he'd seen nothing more beautiful in his life. She whimpers as he slides his thumbs up the inside of her ankles, then he tucks his hands up behind her knees, and bends then up toward her chest. Leaning in he appreciates how swollen and engorged her wet pussy looks. He licks the wetness off the inside of her thigh, and Kate jumps in surprise. Aching for his mouth to move just a few inches to the right and touch her where she really wanted him so badly. Using his thumbs he spreads her open and flicks her swollen clit with his tongue and she cries out. "Oh Fuck, yess..Drake."

Closing his eyes he laps up her juices, sucking at her swollen lips and continuing to lavish the nub of her clit with his tongue. Grabbing at his hair, Kate screams as she cums hard, spurting onto his face. He licks her up all over again. Sitting back with a smile he wipes his face. Standing up, Drake pushes down his pants and underwear and steps out of them. Heart pounding, her pulse throbbing in her ears, gasping for breath, Kate drinks him in with her eyes. She needed his cock so badly just looking at him naked made her want to weep.

Kneeling on the couch he takes Kate's hands and brings her forward. She wraps her arms around his neck and he lifts her up onto his lap. Rocking her hips, trapping his hard cock up against his belly, she rubs up against him. Enjoying the feel of his rough balls, and smooth shaft as they stroke against her swollen lips, fueling the ache, stimulating her to open up and accept him. Drake groans as she teases him, each time she rocked her hips he got closer to penetration but then she'd slide too far. The way she was clutching his neck and shoulders caused her hard nipples and soft breasts to bounce into his face. Damn this must be what heaven and hell must feel like.

"Kate.." he whispers. Grabbing her ass. "Tell me how you want it..how you want me."

Biting her lip she looks into his eyes and moans, "Fuck me hard, like a dog, stuff me solid with that magnificent cock."

Drake raises an eyebrow, her words sending a thrill down his spine and landing in the vicinity of his prostate. Damn he fucking loved it when she talked dirty.

Helping her off his lap he got off the couch. "Turn around and hug the end of the couch, put your delicious ass in the air."

Turning around and getting into position, Kate arched her back and wagged her ass in the air. "Come and get it Drake."

Chuckling at her amused expression and lifted eyebrow, he moves in behind her, one knee on the sofa the other foot on the floor. Slapping her ass firmly, Drake is pleasantly surprised when it makes her laugh. The pink handprint he leaves behind feels warm against his hip as he presses up against her, massaging her other ass cheek as he guides the head of his cock into her hungry swollen opening. Damn she was so hot and tight. With a moan of pleasure she pushes back with her hips and he pushes forward to make the connection. When she tries to wiggle her hips, he slaps her other ass cheek. Damn if that didn't just make her wetter. "Hold still, and let me fuck you." He says gruffly.

"Yes Drake." She says.

Holding onto her hips he starts off slowly, giving her long full thrusts each one feeling better than the last. Then he moves a little faster shortening each motion so he can add more force. The wet slap of his balls hitting her pussy stung him but excited him just the same. Her gasps and sighs of pleasure with each forward and backward motion fueling his desire to go even harder. The head of his cock was throbbing intensely but he wasn't ready to stop yet.

Outside in the darkened passenger cabin Maxwell is roused from his sleep. At first he's disoriented not realizing where he was, then he remembers he's on a plane. The white noise of the distant muffled whine of the jet engines and the sound of the ventilation system are all he hears at first, and he wonders what woke him. Suddenly he hears a slapping sound, and laughter. What the heck? Then he hears the muffled sound of Drake's voice. Maxwell sits up in his seat, listening. He hears Kate say something and then he can make out the rhythmic sound of creaking leather. His eyes fly open wide, and he covers his mouth, not daring to make a sound. Although he really wanted to laugh out loud. Shooting a glance over at Hana he wonders if she's hearing what's going on nearby. She's awake too, and can see his reaction despite the darkness. Shaking her head she just rolls her eyes and puts her earbuds back in her ears. Maxwell's phone vibrates and he blinks at the harsh brightness of his screen as he picks it up. Hana has sent him a text.

H: Don't worry I know what they're up to.

Maxwell snickers and then texts back.

M: How long have you been awake?

H: Since they walked through all giggling and smooching on their way to the other room.

M: OMG, really? What did I miss?

H: MAXWELL! Seriously, grow up.

M: Ok, Ok never mind. Doesn't it bother you?

H: A little, but they are consenting adults.

M: I know, I know but to me Kate is practically my sister. We do consider her to be an honorary Beaumont afterall. She's my 'little blossom' and to hear her next door with Big Bad Drake getting her petals plucked it makes me a little sad.

H: Sad? Based on your immediate reaction I thought otherwise.

M: Ok, it's funny and a little arousing too. It's like free porn.

Hana's gasp across the room, and sound of disapproval ends the conversation. "Oh Maxwell."

Meanwhile over in the King's suite, Drake and Kate are still busy with their amorous activities. Tucked balls deep into Kate, Drake is stroking her back, contemplating his next move. Kate sighs with pleasure, enjoying being full of Drake and the stimulating sensation of his warm hands massaging her skin. Looking back at him over her shoulder she smiles and says, "I love it when you do that. It's relaxing and stimulating at the same time. So tell me Drake, as you slide that hard cock of yours in and out of me what do I feel like to you, talk to me..tell me what pleases you most about it."

Drake smirks back at Kate, "You really want to know? It's agonizing and pleasurable at the same time. Like for example.."

He slowly pulls back out, leaving the head just tucked inside. "I so want to cum right now, and if I pull all the way out I probably would, all over your ass. But the hot tightness of you is squeezing the head of my cock in such a way that it feels so nice that I don't want to end it. Each time I..."

Drake pushes forward, stretching her to fit around him. "Oh God it's just like the sensation of your mouth on me, and when you orgasm around me it ripples along my shaft drawing the hot cum out of me like a rocket, the same kind of pleasing blast as a really good sneeze, that kinda tickles my asshole instead of my nose."

Kate can't help but laugh at his description. "So when I do this.." Kate focuses her vaginal muscles to undulate around him, and she can feel the nub of her clit twitch.

Drake gasps, "Geez, it's like getting sucked..and squeezed at the same time. Fuck it feels good, like a blowjob."

"Well then stay right where you are and let me blow your ass." She says.

Drake closes his eyes and groans loudly, "Speaking of ass."

Licking his thumb, he massages Kate's asshole as he continues to stroke her back. She moans and gasps at the sensation. With a smirk he asks, "You requested to be stuffed solid, May I?"

Kate giggles, "Keep rubbing my back and that's a yes."

Grinning, Drake pushes her right cheek to the side and pokes the end of his thumb in her ass. Continuing to stroke her back, he slowly begins thrusting in and out of her with his cock.

Kate moans and whimpers with pleasure, whispering his name. "Oh Drake, yes."

Shoving his thumb in a little further to the first knuckle, he notices Kate growing wetter, allowing his cock to glide in and out with ease. He changes his angle of thrust, pushing his thumb in all the way. Kate moans louder, "Oh fuck yes Drake, harder..harder.."

Drake pounds into Kate, giving up on the massage and holds onto her left hip while he clutches her right ass cheek, his fingers digging in. Sucking in a deep breath he groans loudly in his throat, his face wearing a grimace of shear determination. Goddamn he no longer cared who heard them, he wanted to make Kate scream out his name when he finally emptied his nuts into her. Grunting he whispers, "Cum for me baby, soak me with it. I wanna hear you say my name like you really mean it."

Kate grips the sofa, the intense pleasure of each thrust bringing her closer to totally unravelling. Closing her eyes, she sees stars, starting at a whisper and ending with a shout she says. "Drake.....Drake....Drake..DRAKE!!"

With one last thrust he goes deep, his ass clenching and he cries out "Ahh Fuck!!", as he slumps over her back and explodes, breathing heavily and holding her around the middle as he rides the wave of each spasm of his body. Kate collapses beneath him, her legs like jelly, as she struggles to catch her breath as well. Both drenched in sweat, they stay this way until their racing heartbeats slow down to normal.

Sitting back on his heels, Drake pulls Kate back with him, cradling her in his arms. "I bet you've never done that on a plane before my love." He says, kissing her on the cheek with a smile.

Kate grins, stroking his arm. "Definitely not. Nor on the ground either, you're a Wildman Mr. Walker."

Drake laughs, "You bring out the animal in me Darling."

Suddenly there's a frantic knocking on the door.

"Are you two Okay in there? Do we need to call the porno-medics?" Maxwell laughs.

Drake shakes his head, rolling his eyes, "Yes Maxwell we're fine."

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toloveawarlord · 5 years

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Must Be Love (Ch. 1)

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This is so hard. Why is school so difficult for me? Minami is a genius! Chiaki, Toma, and Rei are right up there with him. It doesn’t seem like they have to try very hard to do anything! Mei isn’t here. Shizuka won’t be back till late from his photo shoot. Sighing heavily, I gathered my school book and notes. I’m the idiot of the Kira family it seems. I make good grades, because I’d get in so much trouble if I didn’t, but it takes hours of studying and cramming for me to understand the material.

Thankfully, no one was in the hallway to comment on my appearance. I hadn’t bothered to change out of my sweatpants and tank top, or put on any kind of make up today. Not exactly what the Kira image is all about. Knocking on the door, I shifted my weight to one leg impatiently. The door swung open suddenly. “Are you busy?” I asked, giving him a pitiful look.

Chiaki’s eyes dropped to the math book in my hand for a moment before he met my gaze. With a sigh, he smiled and pulled the door open further. “I can take a break to help you study, Kaede.”

Hugging my book to my chest, I couldn’t help but grin. “Good, cause I wasn’t going to leave even if you said no.”

He made me sit at the table in his kitchen, pulling up a chair next to me. The best thing about getting help from Chiaki was that he didn’t press me for a quick answer. He explained things slowly and helped me figure out where I’d gone wrong. Sometimes Toma would get annoyed with how long it took for me to understand what he considered to be simple mathematics. Both of us looked up when the door opened.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a girl said. She was one of the concierges here… right? She’s been assigned to working the sweet room and our wing of the hotel recently. “I apologize for interrupting.” In her hands was some dry cleaning.

“Try this one, Kaede. I’ll be right back,” Chiaki ruffled my hair and stood to go speak with her. The two disappeared into the master bedroom, where I couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

Tapping my pencil on the paper, I chewed on my lip. Take the equation one step at a time. I get too overwhelmed with the size of the question. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly as I tried to work out the answer to this question. Checking the math twice, I circled the answer.

“I told you that you’d get the hang of it,” Chiaki said, leaning over me to see how I’d done.

“Wait, it’s right?” I asked, hoping that he wasn’t teasing me.

He nodded. “Yes, you’ve done well.”

I grinned, happy to have his approval. The concierge lingered in the room, making me uncomfortable. “Should I go?” Why is she staring at me like that? Don’t tell me she’s already fallen for my brother. She’s only gotten up to this floor a week ago.

Chiaki shrugged his shoulders. “I have some more work to do, but you can stay if you want to study here more.” Obviously, he wanted me to leave.

I shut my book, stretching my arms above my head. “Nah, I’m kind of hungry anyways. I might go out to take my own break,” I said. A greasy burger and fries sounded really good right about now. Cooking had never been my strong suit so the kitchen in my own suite didn’t get much use except for reheating. “Thanks for helping me. I might make it to graduation after all,” I joked.

Chiaki rolled his eyes but smiled. “Don’t sell yourself short.” He didn’t elaborate. That was a first. Usually, they all joked along with me about my being hopeless in school.

Changing into a blue summer dress, I took my time getting dressed to go out. It shouldn’t be this difficult to get ready to go out to a burger joint, but I had to fit the Kira image. Though, since I’m underage, the media had restrictions about following me around. I’d managed to stay out of the spotlight so far. Once presentable, I grabbed my purse, making sure my wallet was inside, and then headed for the elevator. The private elevator was nice.

On the fourth floor, the elevator slid to a stop, opening its doors. “Kaede? Heading out?” Alan asked, stepping inside.

My heart rate sped up at the sight of him. He was a family friend, Alan Mason. A gorgeous human being. Nodding, I replied, “Taking a break from studying to get some food.” My voice sounded a little robotic. Since I’d met him, I’d had crush on him.

Alan smiled before saying. “Would you mind some company? I was just heading out to eat myself.”

Autopilot took over and I agreed. Alan had never acted like he knew that I liked him. He treated me the same as always. Complimenting me about my appearance. Never making the fact that I was a Kira a big deal. My brothers all said he thought of me as a sister.

We walked down the street to a restaurant that served my favorite burger. Things never changed between the two of us. He told me all about his business, and asked me about school. It felt natural, sitting in a booth laughing with this man. I could do it all the time…

The moment dissolved when someone sat down beside me on the bench, picking up a fry off my plate. “Well, well, making a move on my little sister, Alan?” Minami asked, laughing like the idea was absurd. “She is underage, remember?”

“Yes, I remember how old she is. We were just discussing her graduation,” Alan said. He blew off answering Minami’s question. It didn’t faze him. Of course, he doesn’t think of me like that. His charming smile warmed my heart.

It didn’t stop my cheeks from burning from embarrassment. Minami was watching me out of the corner of his eye, a sly grin on his face. He’s such a child sometimes! “Why are you here?” I asked, angry at him now. He’s going to ruin this! He always takes things too far.

“Don’t be so hostile, Kae-Kae! Can’t your big brother stay for dinner with his favorite little sister?” Minami faked being hurt by my comment. He turned his attention back on Alan. “I heard you’re going to be opening a new line, soon right?”

Alan almost choked on his fry, but nodded. “Yes, but I think now is hardly the time to be discussing it.” It was no secret that he ran a lingerie line, but never had anyone brought it up so casually with me around.

“Hey, Kaede here is almost eighteen. You could hire her on as a model next year,” Minami said, making sure to keep an eye on my reactions. He loved to make me embarrassed.

Trapped in the booth, I dropped my gaze down to my food, completely mortified. Me? A lingerie model? My cheeks grew hot just thinking about being in my underwear in front of Alan. It was killing me to sit here and listen to Minami talk about it. “I should get back to studying. Finals are in a few weeks,” I said, pushing my barely eaten food away from me. “Move, Minami.”

Let me out!

“But I just got here,” he whined.

I shoved him hard. “Move! I want out!” My voice rose louder than I had intended, drawing unwanted attention. The second he got up, I climbed out of the booth and headed for the door without another word. It took all my strength not to run out of the building.

Once outside and around the corner, I sprinted back toward the hotel. By the time I reached the elevator, I was out of breath. The doors started to slide close, but were stopped by someone pressing the up button. Pulling my bangs down to cover my eyes as I adverted my gaze, I held my breath.

“Reschedule that appointment. I have another shoot that day,” Shizuka said, hanging up the phone. He paused, staring right at me. “Something wrong, Kaede? You’re fidgeting over there in the corner.”

“Just stressed about school. No big deal.” I replied softly.

Shizuka pressed the button for our floor. “Oh really? So stressed that you’re crying?”

The carpeted elevator had drops on the floor. Alarmed, I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand. “Yep. Just stress.” I forced myself to smile at him. I can’t tell anyone about what happened. If they see I’m upset by it, they might figure out that I like Alan. It’s already horrible with Minami knowing. “I have to check on Rachmaninoff,” I blurted out as we both stepped off the elevator

“Kae, Mei is already—” Shizuka started.

Still having the spare key to Mei’s suite, I retreated inside. He’s been away on tour and I got to take care of his dog. She greeted me at the door, wagging her tail. “You’ll keep my secret, won’t you?” I asked, sitting on the floor by the couch to pet her. She laid her head in my lap.

The familiar click of the door surprised me. Mei walked in, confused by my presence on his floor. Before he could question me, Minami’s voice came loudly from the hallway. “Mei-Mei! Have you seen Kaede anywhere? She isn’t in her room.”

I shook my head with wide eyes, silently pleading: Please don’t tell him I’m here! The panic must have shown.

“No, I haven’t seen her. I need to practice.” Mei shut the door before Minami could worm his way into the suite. Rachmaninoff trotted over to him, uninterested in me anymore. Mei scratched her head. “Why are you hiding from Minami?”

“Because he’s an asshole,” I muttered, leaning back against the couch. Hugging my knees to my chest, I laid my forehead against them. “Can I hide out here for a while? I promise I’ll be quiet.” He’d just returned from tour, but there were events coming up that he’d want to practice for. Mei was amazing at playing the piano. I loved to listen to him play.

Mei didn’t respond, simply walking over to the large piano and sitting down on the bench. After a few moments of silence, piano music filled the air. This wasn’t a piece that he would perform. It was too simple and sounded like a lullaby. He used to play it for me a lot when I was younger. It made me feel warm inside, and just for a moment, I forgot about all my problems. My eyes slid closed and I fell asleep to the soft music.

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Fun fact, Several Shades was the first otome that I wrote anything for!

#several shades of sadism #sss #kira brothers #minami kira #mei tarantino #chiaki kira #toma kira #shizuka kira #rei shindo #kaede kira #kira sister

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kiruuuuu · 6 years

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Sledge/Glaz oneshot in which Glaz’ dignity gets ambushed and beaten up in a dark alley. Who needs enemies when you can have Rook and Mute as friends? (Rating T/M, fluff/humour, ~1.8k) - for @magehir (because who else would want to see an innocent man suffer)

Lunch breaks are the best. Really, they’re Glaz’ favourite time of day, if he missed one he’d fall into a deep pit of depression, he loves them so much he’d like to track down the ancestors of the person who invented the lunch break and worship the ground they walk on. He wouldn’t mind not sleeping for a week if it meant that lunch breaks would be an hour longer, he’d give his arm and his leg and probably some other body parts as well and there’s no way he’s obsessing about this, absolutely not, he’s just really excited about lunch breaks, okay?

It has nothing to do with the fact that there are only few people in the kitchenette at this time, one of which happens to be British and tall and kind and who is he even kidding. It has everything to do with it. In fact, it’s literally the only reason he’s started coming here in the first place, normally he eats outside whenever possible or in the company of his fellow countrymen or his other friends and would’ve complained both ways had someone dragged him to the small kitchen and back. He prefers sunlight – however, Sledge’s presence counts as a viable substitute because while the sun manages to heat up his skin, make him relax and feel cosy and comfortable, Sledge does exactly the same thing exactly the same way: just by existing. And so, nowadays, he spends his lunch breaks here.

Since Sledge often has other matters to attend to, he’s rarely alone, is usually surrounded by other SAS operators from Hereford, some of Six’ underlings or members of Rainbow – he’s never really on break and so they don’t talk most of the time which suits Glaz just fine. He doesn’t need to converse with him to bask in his presence, to feel his knees weaken whenever his accent gets unintelligibly thick, to observe him out of the corner of his eye. Besides, Glaz has things to do as well, it’s not like his entire day revolves around Sledge, he has no trouble finding activities that have nothing to do -

“Oh, you’re drawing Seamus again?”, Rook might as well scream into the small room from behind Glaz’ shoulder. He didn’t hear him coming but wishes he did because said Scot glances over at them curiously right before going back to his discussion with Tachanka, undoubtedly having heard the blunt announcement. “Scoot over.” The Frenchman squeezes onto the bench next to him, closely followed by Mute who pushes in from the other side, effectively trapping Glaz between them. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Of course he does, but he’s busy right now”, Mute replies and indicates Sledge with his chin.

Glaz closes his sketchbook before the two can drop more detailed comments about his drawings and fights against the flush rising to his cheeks. Fights and fails. “Look”, he says levelly and doesn’t even know how to continue because anything he responds can and will be used against him. Ever since the other two found out about his hopeless infatuation, he hasn’t had a single quiet minute. He can only pray that Sledge doesn’t get wind of it which might mean the end of lunch breaks and staring at him secretly and, honestly, the end of Glaz. There’s no way he could ever recover if Sledge found out.

“Can I see?”, a voice asks politely and Glaz has the sudden urge to violently toss his sketchbook through the window and then pretend he has no idea what Sledge is talking about.

“Sure, here!” Rook readily snatches the book from Glaz’ hands and shoves it into Sledge’s. “Make sure to flip through it all.”

His fingers are itching to take it back immediately but that would only raise more suspicion, so he silently glares at Rook and attempts to murder him with his gaze alone. Without success. Meanwhile, Sledge is leafing through the pages with an absent-minded smile and Glaz befalls a sudden panic upon not remembering of which nature the other drawings are. Did he - “It’s really good. You draw me a lot”, Sledge points out and returns the book. It sounds friendly and unsuspecting but who would his friends be if they left it at that?

“He also drew you butt naked”, Mute announces helpfully, “but since he hasn’t actually seen you fully nude, he botched your dick size. Way too small.”

“Yeah, you should rectify that and show him.”

“Oh, of course, meet me after work”, Sledge addresses Glaz with a good-natured grin and a wink to which the other two burst out into laughter.

Glaz wants to evaporate into thin air. It’s painfully obvious that Sledge thinks they’re joking yet all the younglings are just as painfully aware that they’re not, that Glaz did try to draw him like that and Mute found it and really, it’s his own fault for hiding it in plain sight, meaning under a loose floorboard that can only be moved once his bed is pushed aside inside a box with a lock whose key Glaz keeps on his person at all times. How irresponsible of him.

“It’s probably the fact that he always draws during breaks and since he’s usually here, he draws what he sees”, Rook explains to Glaz’ instant suspicion. It’s a good excuse, lacking any euphemisms or second thoughts, so there has to be something -

“Yeah, why are you here all the time recently?”

He stares at Mute who meets his gaze with an irritating smirk. He’s basically forcing his hand. “Because I’ve developed a sudden craving for tea”, he grits out unwillingly, making Sledge spring into action.

“That’s right, I almost forgot!” The Scotsman turns away and picks up his argument with Tachanka again while he sets out to boil some filtered water and Glaz buries his head in his hands.

“I hate you both so fucking much”, he whispers to gleeful giggling.

“We brought you some presents, by the way.” They quickly reach into their pockets and begin stuffing Glaz’ with their contents, wrappers crinkling and he realises with growing horror what they are. “Hopefully, you’ll need ‘em someday.”

“Are you nuts?! You can’t – take them back, you Neanderthals!”

“But we have no use for them”, Rook protests and shoves them deeper into Glaz’ pockets, swatting his hands away, “they’re the biggest size, you’re the only one who realistically -”

“It’s all you need, I’ve discovered his lube stash but figured you might not wanna get frosted right away -”

“Oh my God, shut up”, Glaz hisses exasperatedly and probably would have thrown both of them off the bench hadn’t Sledge returned right then and set down two cups of tea on the table in front of them. He’s too mortified to even thank him, his ears burning and his mind conjuring up entirely inappropriate images that only exacerbate the whole situation.

“You don’t take sugar either, do you?”, Sledge asks Mute and is granted a sweet smile in return.

“No, but like Glaz, I take cream.”

A questioning glance to the Russian whose embarrassment is approaching critical levels. “I don’t – I’ll drink it like this. As always. Uh, thanks.” He can’t stand tea. Another bullet point on the very long list of things that, unfortunately, Rook and Mute know but Sledge doesn’t, and so they never miss an opportunity to remind him of his ‘newfound love’ of the swill. Additionally, Glaz made the mistake in the beginning to claim he drank it pure, like Sledge, in an entirely misguided attempt to impress him. It did work, to an extent, but he still curses himself for it because he’s had to drink a cup almost every day for the past few weeks now.

“Oh? I thought you loved cream”, Mute says innocently. “My mistake. Maybe you’ll start having it eventually.”

Glaz is starting to tip over into a murderous rage but is momentarily distracted by the fact that Rook wordlessly drops a few sugar cubes into his tea as soon as Sledge isn’t watching for which he is eternally grateful yet also deeply confused. “Why in the world do you have those?”

“Are you alright, boy?”, a booming voice is directed at him all of a sudden, making him jump. “You’re so red in the face, are you sick?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry, it’s just a bit warm -”

“It’s not warm at all, what are you talking about?” Tachanka is undeterred and ignores Glaz even though he repeatedly insists that he’s alright. “Nonsense, you’re never this red. Do you have a fever? Seamus, check whether my boy has a fever.”

But Sledge, the absolute angel, must’ve noticed something, probably a cry for help in Glaz’ eyes or just his general distress because he not only refuses but also compliments Tachanka out of the room, saving Glaz the indignity of a prolonged interrogation during which he’d either have to lie repeatedly or shoot himself in the face afterwards. He thinks he’s safe for exactly two and a half seconds, then a broad hand comes to rest on his forehead unexpectedly. The touch is gentle and the hazel eyes looking down at him soft and Glaz swoons. “Doesn’t feel like a fever”, Sledge murmurs, “if you feel fine, it’s probably nothing.”

While he walks back to the counter to clean and tidy, Glaz is still stunned by the fact that a simple gesture could incapacitate him like this, make him forget all about his surroundings and just wallow in his daydreams that are sweet and lovely and - “Oh, look at the time”, Mute mumbles next to him, “it’s time for your knickers to get wet.” And he knocks over his own cup of tea.

He does it so strategically that almost all of it sloshes over Glaz, soaks his t-shirt and trousers and yes, his underwear too. He’s lucky it’s not too hot anymore but he curses colourfully regardless, attempts to jump up but only hits his knees on the table until Rook takes pity on him and gets up so he can escape the dripping mess – and it only registers after Sledge’s words why Mute would do this.

“Are you alright? Did you burn yourself? Stand still.” He’s by Glaz’ side immediately, rubbing his trousers with a towel and Glaz is too shocked to react or shy away from the touch when it reaches his pockets, making them crinkle audibly. “Ah, you’d better empty your pockets, lad.”

And Glaz wants to perish.

#rainbow six siege #sledge #glaz #sledge/glaz #fanfic #oneshot #rook I am so sorry you don't deserve this #glaz you do though #you brought this on yourself

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clonecaptains · 6 years

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You are my Sunshine

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“Well?” Maria looks to Frank when he hangs up the phone.

“Power’s out all over the neighborhood. Should be back in a couple hours.”

Frank Jr groans, “a couple hours? Dad it’s freezing!”

Maria smiles and claps her hands together. “Ok everybody, go put on some cozy clothes. Frank, hon would you get us some logs outside?”

Frank Jr trudges up the stairs, Lisa follows but with a bounce in her step.

“What are you up to huh?” Frank smiles as he tugs on his jacket. Standing in front of him, Maria places Frank’s hat on his head, pulling it down to cover his ears.

“You’ll see,” she smiles.

Frank feels her kiss and he wakes with a jolt. His new shitty apartment has heat problems. Goosebumps cover his skin. Only now is he realizing he kicked the blankets off himself in his sleep. He tries to go back to sleep, he wants to relive that dream. That had been such a good day.

But Frank has work.

He pulls on a flannel shirt for warmth while he inspects the heater by the window. He gives it a whack with his hand and the damn thing kicks on. He sighs and hisses, when he smacked the heater, a blister on his palm burst open.

That dream stays with him as he goes about his morning routine. But something is bothering him. He can’t remember what happens after where the dream left off. He remembers making the phone-call and remembers collecting wood from the back porch for their fireplace.

Frank spreads peanut butter on bread and pauses to try and remember.

A quick glance at the clock tells him he’ll be late if he doesn’t leave now. He wraps the sandwich and forgets all about the dream until he sits down for lunch.

Gazing out over the city below, he clears his mind while he munches on his sandwich. The cool air feels good against his sweaty brow. His palm is bloody from the blister, and he tastes the bitter taste of chalky concrete on his sandwich from residue on his hands.

When he goes home that night, Frank’s room is warm. He sheds his shirt and boots, and picks up the latest book Curtis gave him. He read until he got tired, and drifted off to sleep.

Still no dream about that winter. He dreamed about Maria kissing his nose instead.

Soon those dreams turned to violent nightmares, and Frank forgot about the dream of the good memories that winter.

Months pass. And he’s moved to a safe house.

It’s not until Frank is up late cleaning his guns that he remembers the dream.

His guns are covered in blood. So is Frank. A night out as the Punisher always ends in blood.

Frank hears his blood pumping in his ears as he runs. Heavy work boots thump with each step, he’s chasing someone. His jeans are torn at the knee when he scales the fence. He barely notices the blood now trickling down his calf. He’s already covered in someone else’s blood.

Blood is his life. He’s been neck deep in blood even before he was the Punisher. This time though it’s different.

Anger and adrenaline pump in his veins as he runs to catch this scumbag. The cut on his leg doesn’t slow him down. His victim slows when Frank shoots him in the thigh. Blood loss weakens him from the shot, and he collapses. He looks up to see the white skull on Frank’s chest. The bullet in his leg and the smeared paint of the skull are a pretty clear message.

Death is coming.

Castle cocks his gun, and sees sheer terror in his victim’s eyes as he pleads for mercy. He begs Frank for his life.

But death is not generous.

A quick shot to the head and more blood is spilt by the hands of The Punisher.

Anger builds in Frank’s heart. This scumbag begged for his life. What life did he have? Frank’s family had lives worth living. Didn’t they? And they were brutally taken from him in front of his own eyes.

More blood.

Their lives were taken, and Frank takes the lives of those responsible. He punishes.

But his punishing expeditions almost never leave him unscathed. Frank is not afraid to get his hands dirty, sometimes that means his own blood is spilt in the process.

His trek to his safe house is long. His hands are shoved in his pockets, his wounds ache. It’s late. He’s not even sure what time it is. Even in the city that never sleeps, it’s quiet on the way home.

‘Home,’ he thinks. It’s just a word that represents where he lives survives. There is no life worth living to him. There is no home to go back to. All he has to go back to is a shitty mattress and some even shittier MREs to eat.

He tries not to dwell on how he misses going home to a warm bed and a meal. How he misses going home to his children jumping into his arms with excitement. How much he misses a soft kiss from his wife. He attempts to push those thoughts away, but tonight he can’t shake them.

The safe house is dark and cold. The room smells musty, and the scent of metal is heavy. Frank flips on the light switch. The only sound to be heard is the buzz from the lights. No laughing children, no greeting from his wife, only a quiet buzz in an empty room.

A chill up his spin flashes a memory in his head of Maria pulling splinters out of his hand. Why can’t he remember?

Frank sets his weapons down on top of a wooden crate. He’ll have to strip them and clean them later. His first order of business is cleaning himself.

With difficulty he removes his gear, his knuckles are cracked and bleeding. His left ringer finger is broken. The vest comes off easily, he tears apart the Velcro strips with one hand. Carefully and slowly, he pulls off his shirt.

He remembers when Maria used to rip his shirts off. He’d save those memories for lonely nights overseas. Those nights when he ached for his wife.

The ache he feels now will never be fulfilled. He’ll never go home to her loving embrace again.

A lukewarm shower is what waits for him. The hot water heater is busted and Frank still hasn’t gotten around to fixing it. The shower head creaks when Frank turns the knob. He can hear the pipes groaning in the walls as the hiss of the water pours out of the shower.

Frank finishes getting undressed slowly. His broken finger has swollen, and he can’t move it.

He steps under the spray of the shower and examines his body for any wounds he might have missed. Cuts, scrapes, and scars cover his skin. The water on the shower floor is turning pink from the blood washing off his body.

There is one unscented bar of soap and an old rag in the shower, and Frank begins to clean himself. His knee is still bleeding a little, and a cut on his forearm stings under the contact of the water.

Frank remembers when he’d be home, and Maria would sneak into his showers. She squeezed in any time she could get with him. He recalls once when she had put her ‘girly’ soap on a loofah and she’d begun to wash him with it. He’d teased her for the flowery smell, but she just rolled her eyes and continued to rub his skin with the loofah.

He didn’t complain.

She stood behind him and washed his abs off. She put the loofah down when she saw his abs tighten under her touch. So she replaced the loofah with her nails. She scraped them along his abs until he moaned. She moved her hand lower and lower until her fingers wrapped around him for a quickie in the shower.

Shit he misses that. He misses her touch. Her fingers set a fire in him. But her gentle touch also calmed the fire if he was angry.

When Frank would return home after a tour, he remembers the strange adjustment period. How do you go back to your life after all the horrors of war?

Maria was always so patient. She was his rock, and she loved Frank no matter what. And every time, he always found his rhythm. Every time it was because of her. She brought him back. She made him feel safe. She brought that level of comfort that he’d missed when he was away.

That’s why on his last return home, guilt ate him up inside that he couldn’t make love to her. She had done so much for him over the years. He ached for her, and he knew she missed him. But he was just so tired.

He promised he’d make it up to her. She simply smiled and said, “There’s plenty of time for that now that you’re home.”

With relief he returned her smile.

He regrets every day now that he didn’t hold her tighter that night.

He also regrets not fixing the hot water heater. The lukewarm water runs cold, and the harsh chill on his skin brings him out of his thoughts. He finishes washing himself and steps out into the cool air of the bathroom.

Dabbing himself dry with a towel, he picks up his medical kit. He closes the lid of the toilet and props his foot on the porcelain for support. The cut on his knee is worse than he thought. It needs a couple stitches to stop the bleeding. His leg hair on his shin is already beginning to stick to his skin from the blood flow.

A couple stitches and some gauze finally stop the bleeding.

More gauze and tape seals up the cut on his forearm.

His broken finger is starting to turn purple and he needs to wrap it. He makes a small splint and wraps tape around his ring finger to his middle finger to keep it straight.

Once he’s patched himself up, he packs the kit, and stows it under the sink.

Frank catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair is stuck to his forehead. The scratchy grit of stubble is on his face. Heavy bags under his eyes indicate his level of exhaustion. But he doesn’t need a mirror to tell him how damn tired he is.

Tired was his reason for not reading Lisa that story.

Tired is his life now without her.

Coffee is Frank’s remedy. Always has been. Doesn’t help him sleep. Though sleep is what he needs – but it doesn’t come naturally to him anymore. The nightmares creep in and he has no peace.

He exits the bathroom to enter his humble living quarters. Without disturbing his broken finger, he carefully tugs on a pair of underwear.

Frank’s living quarters ain’t The Ritz. Hell it’s not even shitty motel quality. There’s a mattress on the floor, covered only by a blanket and a pillow. His clothes are folded in stacks nearby. One thing he maintains is clean socks and underwear.

Pulling on some sweatpants and a hoodie, Frank walks towards the small kitchen area to brew some fresh coffee. There’s always coffee in the pot, and some nights he doesn’t mind the day old coffee. Tonight though he has to clean those guns. It’s not like he’s going to get any sleep tonight anyway. He can tell now when he’ll get a good night’s sleep. Tonight is not going to be one of those nights.

He gets settled and creates a pile of the guns he needs to clean. It’s going to be a difficult task with his broken finger, yet he carries on.

As he strips the guns and cleans each piece, only to reassemble each weapon, the memory hits him hard.

He’d gone outside to collect wood for the fireplace. Gathering up several logs in his hands, a couple of them smashed his finger. It wasn’t broken, but it hurt like hell. He pushed the back door open with his boot and called out for Maria.

Maria came quickly, hearing the strained tone of his voice.

His finger was jammed, but he stopped to smile and admire his wife wearing an old marine sweatshirt of his.

“Finger’s caught,” he winces and she reaches for the top log to ease the weight.

She takes that log and Frank follows to the fireplace in the living room.

Frank Jr and Lisa are wearing sweaters and have blankets wrapped around their shoulders. Candles light up the room, and Frank sees some marshmallows and chocolate on the coffee table.

One log goes in the fireplace while Frank gets the fire going.

“The tweezers in the left hand drawer in the kitchen?” Frank asks as he shoves in the second log.

“You got a splinter daddy?” Lisa asks.

“Yeah, got several sweetheart.”

“I’ll get it!” Maria says and carries a candle to light her way.

Lisa and Frank Jr cuddle up by the fire roasting the marshmallows, while Maria gets the splinters out of Frank’s hand.

“It would be really helpful if we had light!” Maria jokes with a smile. The fireplace and the candles around the room gave off a nice glow, but weren’t quite bright enough for her task.

“Hey Lis, hand me that flashlight,” Frank stuck out his good hand for her to give it to him. Frank held it over his other hand so Maria could see what she was doing.

“I coulda done this myself,” Frank whispered.

She shrugged, “I know.”

Once the splinters were out, Frank sat between his children on the floor to roast marshmallows on coat hangers. They laughed watching him shove the marshmallow directly into the flame to blacken it. He pulled out the blazing marshmallow and gently blew on it to douse the flame.

He turned to get the chocolate bar and graham crackers, when he saw Maria sitting on the couch with his guitar.

“When you eat that s’more Lisa has something she wants to show you,” Maria smiles and nods at her daughter.

Frank fixes and eats his s’more while Lisa sits at the piano. Shyly she begins to play a familiar tune. Frank smiles recognizing it, and Maria hands him the guitar. Frank plays a duet with Lisa. Frank Jr munches on his s’more and enjoys listening to his dad play.

“Atta girl Lis,” Frank smiles and stands to prop his foot on the piano bench to play closer to her.

A candle had blown out on the mantle, and from where Frank is standing he could see Maria go to relight it. Her hips swayed along to the music and Frank’s heart swelled.

Suddenly there was a hum of electricity and the lights came back on.

The music stopped. Maria quit swaying.

Frank Jr, still with his s’more in his mouth, stood up and turned off the light in the living room. The glow of the fireplace and candles returned. Lisa and Frank continued their playing, Maria continued her swaying. There was a twinkle in her eye when she made eye contact with Frank. He felt a familiar heat on the back of his neck and ears.

Frank smiles at the memory. He sets down the gun he’d been cleaning to pick up his guitar to play that song.

The soft tune of “You are my Sunshine” echoes in Frank’s quiet safe house. He feels better after remembering the memory. Maybe he will get some sleep tonight after all.

#frank castle #maria castle #frank x maria #the punisher #the punisher series #my writing #this is more frank centered #but his family is a heavy theme #i've been working on this one for a long time #like i wrote most of this before tps #i just filled in gaps with things from the show #i really really hope yall like this #i had a lot of fun writing it

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years

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Human Resources, pt8

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Coulson nudged me awake a few hours later, and extricated himself from underneath my sprawling, drowsy body as I yawned and stretched. He made quick work of putting himself back together, knotting his tie without needing the mirror. I watched from the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Despite doing his best to pull himself together, he was wrinkled and disheveled. Giving a final stretch, I made my way over to him, and smoothed the front of his shirt. It made no difference. He was rumpled.

“I’ll slip out after you’ve left for dinner.”

“You’ll look like you did the walk of shame no matter what, Phil,” I teased. He gave me that enigmatic half-smile I found so sexy and I bit my lip to stop myself from throwing him back onto my bed.

“But there will at least be a question of who I’m walking away from if I wait.”

“Ashamed?” I asked.

“You’re the one who is worried about implications. Not me.”

“Then come down to dinner with me. People know we’re friends,” I shrugged. He pushed my hair behind my ear.

“I’m not worried about implications, but you were right when you pointed out I’m currently one of your S.O.s.” He stole a kiss, and stayed standing too close. I sighed and leaned against him.

“Well, I’m going down to dinner then. There’s an iron in the closet if you wanted to touch up your shirt.” I pulled away.

“I’ll see you after your run.” He gave me a firm swat on the ass when I walked away. I turned back and raised an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do? File a Stark on me?”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

“No, but you might need to when I’m done with you.” I headed to the cafeteria.

“So Rick says there’s a chance they’re going to make us play some stupid survival game tomorrow night,” Kate blurted over dinner. I dropped my fork into my salad and rolled my eyes.

“Capture the flag is so junior high school,” I grumbled. She laughed.

“Exactly what I said,” she admitted. “Maybe it’ll be paintball? We’ll have to team up. I can manage the shooting; you can manage the takedowns. We’ll pretend we’re Jane Bonds.”

I laughed. I was an awesome mental picture, and I indulged the fantasy for a moment, seeing us in office attire, narrow pencil skirts slit mid-thigh, ridiculous heels like female action stars always seemed to wind up in, hair tied held back with a pencil. It would be a fantastic recruitment poster for SHIELD.

The weather had turned beautiful over the course of the afternoon, and the evening sun was low on the horizon, lighting the sky with pinks, and oranges. It was warm outside, and the breeze had died down enough that the linger scent of sweet florals hung in the air. When we got to the track, I found I was looking forward to running, just because of how nice it was out. I looked over at Kate. From the look on her face she was having a similar thought.

“I can’t believe I’m actually looking forward to this,” I admitted. She nodded.

“Right? It’s so nice out though,” She agreed. When we were assembled, Rick pointed at the track and started his stopwatch. As we had been doing all week, Kate and I took the rear of the pack to start, but soon found ourselves in the middle of the group again. We hit a comfortable pace together and stuck to it, stopping to walk when we needed to. When we crossed the 5k mark, we hit the grass and flopped back into the cool blades, as had become out habit.

“Well done, ladies. You shaved 22 seconds off your time.” Rick approached and dropped a couple of extra water bottles between us. I held my hand up to Kate and we completed a tired high five. I poured the water bottle over my head and yawned. When my heart rate slowed to normal, I headed back toward the dorms to shower. As I passed between the dorm and the building beside it, someone grabbed me and pulled me into the hedge surrounding the dorms. A hand clapped across my mouth before I could shriek, and I whipped around and saw Agent May shaking her head at me.

“Not a word, Ellis,” she whispered.

“What the fuck?” I hissed, not listening. She rolled her eyes.

“Follow me,” she snapped, and grabbed my arm. She dragged me down a flight of stairs around the back of the dorms, and with a deft movement, opened the door and shoved me through it. She followed and pulled the door closed quietly.

“The FUCK, May?!” I was trying to keep my voice down, but it was hard. My heart was thumping again and I wasn’t sure if I was angry or scared or both. She sighed heavily.

“Follow the blue line on the floor. It’ll take you to the pool building, and you can hit the hot tub.” Each word was terse. My eyes widened as I remembered the trek through to the fitness centre earlier in the day. Once we’d been in the tunnels there were no security checkpoints.

“Why?”

“Do you want me to change my mind?” She threatened. I forced a smile and stole down the hall, following the blue line that was painted on the floor without a backward glance. A few minutes later, I cracked the door to the pool, and slipped inside in the dark. I pulled off my shoes and socks and once I was behind the demi-wall, saw a tumbler with a finger of scotch sitting beside the hot tub. I looked around, but couldn’t see Coulson anywhere. I pulled off my clothing quickly and slipped into the hot tub, letting out a groan of ecstasy as I hit the hot water. The glass was in easy reach and I took a small sip, letting the liquor burn down to my belly. Best night ever. Just as I had the night before, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.

I figured Coulson was around somewhere, and eventually, I heard his feet splash into the water, and then felt the clink of the scotch bottle hitting my glass to refill it. I smiled without opening my eyes. The water raised a little as he sat down.

“May didn’t tell you to bring a towel?” He asked.

“May pulled me into the shrubs beside the dorms like some sort of psychotic kidnapper. Then she shoved me in the tunnels without any explanation other than if I followed the blue line I would find myself here,” I laughed.

“And the glass didn’t clue you in that someone else might be here?” He asked. I looked at him, and caught him staring at the bare skin of my shoulders and collarbones. I sat up just enough that he looked away.

“You don’t appear to be in your suit, Phil,” I replied. He cleared his throat and took a slug from his glass.

“I wore my running shorts,” he managed, but his voice cracked a little. It was the first time I’d ever seen him truly uncomfortable and I felt powerful. I slipped a little closer on the bench and met his gaze with my own.

“Where’s the sweatband?” I teased, reaching out and running my finger down his temple. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I tried to keep a straight face, and slipped closer still. Our thighs touched. Coulson swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I –“ He started. I could see the tip of the jagged scar across his chest above the water, and couldn’t help myself. I traced my fingers across it, tears springing to my eyes. It hadn’t felt real until that moment.

“I’m sorry, Phil.” My words were barely audible. He put his hand on top of mine, stilling my fingers.

“You had nothing to do with it,” he said, dismissing me.

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t take it away if I could,” I argued, and leaning close, kissed his cheek. He snaked his arm behind me and dragged me closer. I wasn’t expecting it, but he just held me close, and buried his face in my hair. I turned into his embrace, slipping my legs across his lap. It was uncomfortably intimate, but I also knew that I could trust Coulson completely. He proved me right in the next moment, pulling away and tossing my sports bra and underwear at me and turning his back.

“You’re a good man, Phil.” I pulled my underthings on without leaving the hot tub.

“You have a wild streak that I find really attractive,” he admitted. “But clothes aren’t always a bad thing.”

He splashed back into the hot tub and settled back beside me, pulling me back into his arms. I laughed and when he smiled, his eyes crinkled. He ran his thumb along my jaw.

“If this is going to descend into another super intense make-out session, I might not survive,” I confessed. “You’re making me a little crazy.”

He smiled again and dropped his hand to my shoulder.

“Not what you were expecting?” His chuckle was low.

“Never once suspected, not all these years,” I agreed. “Of course, we never really give personalities to the field agents. It’s easier to keep you all the same boring guys.”

“Boring? Ouch.”

“Better than making you all out to be James Bond, don’t you think?” I teased. He paused for a minute and then nodded.

“Never been a martini fan,” he conceded. “You probably interact with a lot of us though, so it would be hard to form an impression.”

“You are one of the few, Phil,” I disagreed. “You always come in when you can. Almost everyone else just sends messages.”

“Well, I guess I had an ulterior motive,” He tangled his fingers in my ponytail.

“For that long? You’ve always come into HR when you could, Phil. Don’t try to convince me you’ve been doing it just to see me,” I laughed.

“Ten years doesn’t feel like very long. I didn’t mind coming into HR because I knew you’d be there to flirt back. Not because I could pursue anything, just because I knew you’d banter with me without threatening a Stark. I just didn’t date within the company.” There was a mischief to the confession.

“Does that make me a consolation prize?” I asked. It sounded worse once I said it, but I didn’t chase back my words. He shook his head.

“No. I didn’t believe in dating within SHIELD. Now I don’t have that personal restriction. So I’ve been able to pursue what I know I’ve missing,” he stumbled a little bit on the explanation, but I got the gist of it.

“How did you remember it had been ten years?” I asked. “I forgot myself until they gave me my pin.”

“There are some things in this world that a man never forgets,” he admitted. I tilted my head and looked at him.

“Have you been harbouring a crush, Agent Coulson?” I teased. He shook his head again.

“I was pretty happy with my life before I died. I had no complaints. Do you not remember how we first met? It made me want to break my rule. So I’ve never forgotten,” he laughed.

I started to shake my head, and then I remembered. I hadn’t been out of university long, and I was still working on my Master’s. But I needed a job. I had applied with a placement agency to find my part-time work. They called with an interview for exactly the kind of job I wanted when I finished school, and I jumped at it. My first day had been a nightmare of paperwork and chaos and learning. The photocopier broke down as I was working on deadline, and he’d come into the office while I was elbow deep in toner, head first in the guts of the machine cursing like a sailor. When he spoke to me, he startled me, and I got my blouse caught on part of the paper feeding mechanism I was trying to fix, and when I backed out of the machine, I was coated in toner, crabby, and holding the front of my very expensive ‘first day of work’ blouse closed. I guess really, I would never have forgotten that either.

“Clouds of toner, swearing and throwing a shoe at the wall made you want to break your rules? You have interesting standards,” I laughed.

“I was the lacy lime green bra showing past the torn blouse, and the toner smudges on your cheeks and chest. I wanted to whisk you off to a shower.” His laugh was rich, and full of mirth at the memory.

“Oh god, I loved that bra. I never got the toner out of it. It was my good luck bra.” I leaned back in his arms and looked at him. “Still waters, Phil. I never would have a guessed a green bra would do it for you.”

He didn’t say another word. Instead, he pressed his mouth against my collarbone, and then stilled. He tugged on my ponytail just roughly enough that I gasped, but not in pain, and he trailed his mouth up my neck, along the line of the artery there. I pushed away and shook my head.

“You’re still an S.O. And that is actually against regulations, Phil,” I breathed. He nodded, just as breathless as I was.

“Your schedule has you flying out Friday at lunch,” he said. “I plan on picking you up from the airport.”

“According to the email I checked this afternoon, I have a couple hours of work ahead of me when I get back,” I complained. “But I’ll be free by 4.”

“Then I will pick you up at 4,” he agreed. “But for now, I’ll see you to your room.”

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scootsaboot · 7 years

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Rhysothy, with some gardening?

no warnings apply just Tim and Rhys being nerds!!

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The early morning sun beat down on the green, manicuredlawn, shining against the dew that still clung to the grass. The neighborhoodwas quiet and still, save for the cheerful birdsong that came from the trees.Even Aubrey Langdon across the street hadn’t gotten up to turn on that hideousfountain in her front yard yet. Rhys narrowed his eyes at the fountain through thekitchen window; he’d love to take a sledge hammer to that monstrosity someday. Hebrought his mug to his lips and sipped his tea.

Seven AM on a Saturday was an ungodly time to be awake. Rhyswas grumpy. Irritated. All those other adjectives that were beyond his thinkingcapacity at seven in the goddamnmorning on a Saturday. Rhys didn’tsleep in during the week. He didn’t sleepduring the week; there was always too much to do at the office. He stayed late,he worked on projects that should have been finished weeks ago, he held boringmeetings with their sister company in the UK—sometimes he didn’t come homeuntil well into the next morning.

Rhys turned away from the kitchen window, half-tempted toclimb back into his king-sized bed and his probably still-warm Egyptian cotton1000 thread count sheets. The glass sliding door that lead to the backyard wasslightly ajar, letting the smell of wet grass and dirt waft into the house. Hestared at the door, looked back toward the bedroom—and let out a long-sufferingsigh. He’d never fall back sleep anyway.

He shrugged off the comforter he’d stolen from bed and threwit over the couch. The cat made an unhappy noise and wriggled out from beneathit, shooting Rhys a pointed look, tail straight in the air, before disappearinginto the hallway. Rhys paid her no mind—she’d come running back to him when hegot the can opener out later. She always did. Instead, he grabbed a champaignglass from the cabinet and the half-empty carton orange juice from the fridge.

Rhys tugged at the hem of the oversized shirt he’d stolen;it stopped just barely above his mid-thigh, and he wondered if maybe he shouldgo put some pants on before stepping outside in nothing but Tim’s shirt and apair of underwear. He looked down at his legs, wiggled his toes against thehardwood flooring, sipped his mimosa.

Forget it. If anyone was awake at this hour and wanted topeek over their wall, they could get an eyeful. Rhys grabbed a pair ofsunglasses from the table and slipped them on before stepping out into thebackyard. The stone patio tiles were cool beneath his bare feet and he walkedpast their outdoor furniture and the little walkway that led to the pool. Therewere bags of fertilizer scattered across the yard; some were by the ceramicplanters that lined the pool while others rested against the wall thatsurrounded the yard.

Tim was on his hands and knees by the back wall, shirt offand tanned skin at the mercy of the sun. He was leaning forward, practicallyelbow-deep in the ground, arms covered in wet soil. He wasn’t even wearinggloves. Rhys came to a stop behind him, eyeing the curve of his back, the pressof his spine against his skin, the freckles splattered across his shoulderslike a child’s painting. It looked like he’d managed to put the foundationtogether, if the wooden slats pressed together in a gentle arc were anything togo by. Not that Rhys knew anything about laying the groundwork for a garden.

Rhys watched him work, watched Tim’s muscles tightening inhis arms as he moved soil around, watched the way the dimples in his lower backbecome more prominent. He took another sip of his mimosa and smacked his lips. Rhyslifted one foot and pressed it against Tim’s lower back—and quickly pulled itaway when he felt just how sweaty Timwas. How long had he been out herealready?

“Hey.” Timsnapped, turning to look at Rhys. He was smiling though, bright and cheerful—andfrankly, kind of offensive for how early it was. “Sorry.” Tim wiped his handstogether and sat back on his knees. “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” Yes. Rhyshad woken up as soon as Tim rolled out of bed. Rhys sniffed and peered down atTim through his shades. “Why are you digging around in the yard this early? Ona Saturday?”

“Because it’s not as hot.” Tim got to his feet, bodyprotesting with a series of cracks from almost every joint. “Oof,” Tim rolledhis neck with a wince. Now that he was facing him, Rhys could see the soil hadn’tjust gotten on his arms but was clinging to his chest as well, and there wereeven a couple smudges on his cheeks. Tim reached for him, leaning in for a goodmorning kiss.

“Uh, no,” Rhys scowled, leaning back and holding his drinkup as if Tim might knock it out of his hands. “You’re gross. You can have akiss after you take a shower.”

“Oh come on, Rhys, it’s just fertilizer.”

“It’s dirt, Tim. And poop. And get your hands away from me—“

Tim fisted his hands in the stolen shirt and leaned in topress the loudest, most obnoxious kiss against Rhys’ cheek. Rhys scowled andglowered at Tim when he pulled back; he wiped away the dirt on his shirt withhis free hand.

“I hate to break this to you, but you’re not intimidatingwith the whole bed hair and wearing myshirt getup.” Tim said. “You are cute though.”

“Shut up,” Rhys grumbled, his face warming. He pressed hisglass to his bottom lip.

“Are you drinking? This early?”

“It’s my weekend, I’ll do what I want.” Rhys huffed and tooka large gulp of his drink, finishing it off. He licked his lips. “Come insideand make breakfast for me.”

Tim laughed. “Give me like, another hour. I’m almost done, Iswear.” He ran a dirty hand through his hair, pushing it away from hisforehead; he smiled widely, the lines around his mouth deepening from it. “Youwanna help?”

Rhys snorted, gently shoving Tim away before turning on hisheel and heading back into the house. When he returned a few minutes later withone of the patio chairs, Tim was already back on the ground and working on thesmall garden again. Rhys set the chair down in the grass beside him and took aseat, leaning back as far as he could and letting his shoulders slump. Hetapped Tim’s arm with the bottom of a cold bottle of water.

“I’m here to supervise.” Rhys said when Tim took the waterand twisted the cap off. He watched Tim take a long drink, his Adam’s applebopping when he swallowed. “And when you’re done…well, you got me all dirty, so I guess we’ll have to shower together before breakfast. To savewater.”

“Sure. To save water.”

“That’s what I said.”

Tim shook his head with a small smile and got back to hiswork. Rhys crossed his legs and enjoyed the view. Honestly, he didn’t know whyTim insisted on doing this himself; Rhys had tried to get a landscaper out hereto do this for them but Tim had insisted. Something about making thehouse their own, with their own hands. Rhys didn’t get it. They bought it, so it was already theirhouse. Far be it from him to keep Tim from working outside with his shirt off,though.

The hour passed slowly, and Rhys quickly grew bored. He uncrossedhis legs and pressed his feet against Tim’s back, his legs, his sides, pokingand prodding him with his toes. Tim had gotten unfortunately good at ignoringRhys when he was being purposefully annoying, and he only looked up from thegarden a few times to stick his tongue out. Eventually, though, he wrapped hishand around Rhys’ ankle and dug his fingers into the sole of his foot.

Rhys yelped and tried to tug his foot away from thetickling, squirming back in his chair. Tim smiled at him, something evil just behind his eyes, and hecrawled over Rhys, trapping him in the chair.

“Do not,” Rhyswarned, sunglasses sliding down his nose.

Tim’s hands found his ribs. Rhys shrieked, kicking his legsout and slipping further down the chair as he tried to squirm away from Tim’shands. Tim just laughed and ran his fingers up and down Rhys’ sides again.

“You!” Rhys shouted between breathless laughter, “can’t dothis to me! I’m the CEO of! A multi-bi—billion-dollar company!”

When Tim let up, he settled his hands on the armrests, hissmiling face only inches from Rhys’. Rhys struggled for breath, chest heaving,and he glared up at Tim, who closed the small space between them to kiss him.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Tim said when he pulled away. “Showertime.” He sat up and tugged Rhys with him. Tim slipped his arms beneath Rhys—

“Wait, what are you doing—“

He stood up and hauled Rhys up in his arms with a grunt.Rhys clung to him, arms tight around Tim’s neck, shouting when Tim’s kneesnearly buckled beneath them.

“Oh, jeez,” Tim said with a strained laugh. “Remind me notto do that again.” He straightened himself out and headed toward the kitchen.

“I do, and you doit anyway!” Rhys said as Tim brought him into the house. “That’s why we’ve beento the chiropractor three times this year already! Do not drop me!”

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